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msnanu · 11 months ago

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Libertine 10 | JJK

Libertines put value on physical pleasures, meaning those experienced through the senses.

❧ Series Masterlist ❧

⏤summary ❧ He has a reputation for being the most promiscuous man on campus, and you, well, you are basically him in women’s pants. It will be the very first time that Jungkook is faced with someone who is gonna make him question his feelings and actions.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ f*boy jungkook x f*girl female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, smut, angst, slow burn, teasing and lots of sexual tension.

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language, NSFW🔞

❧ banner by: @dojakoo ❧

A few minutes later after leaving you astonished at the entrance of your building, Jungkook went straight to Taehyung’s apartment. He didn’t know what else to do so he texted him on the way there with a single line.

“I need to talk to you.”

Jungkook being the idiot he is, instantly regretted the way he treated you. He went all the way to Taehyung's cursing himself and his jealousy. The normal process should be to apologize to people when you hurt them but no, oh no, Jungkook’s brain never seemed to work at the same pace that everyone’s else did.

Even if he wanted to apologize, he didn’t know where to start. So here he was, sitting on Taehyung’s couch. His friend was on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed while giving him a questionable look as he finished telling the story about what had happened just a few minutes ago with you.

“So, let me get this straight, you’re saying that you were hooking up with someone else.” Started Taehyung trying to find some logic in Jungkook’s previous actions.

“No.” The youngest cringed “We didn’t get to the hooking up part.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and corrected himself. “Okay, okay. You were about to hook up with some random girl, sounds better?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, so Y/N, out of nowhere, called you to hang out sounding weird, at least according to you. Which by the way, let me point this out, she never did that before.” Said Taehyung as Jungkook just nodded his head in silence. “And while you were on the phone, this random girl literally moaned, and of course, unless Y/N is deaf, we can guess that she heard it. Did I get that right?”

Jungkook sighed in frustration. “Yes”

“So, you went to check up on her and when you got to her apartment, she was just talking with some dude you don’t even know, and you had a tantrum as if you were her boyfriend whilst your neck was looking like that?” Taehyung said pointing with his finger to Jungkook’s neck.

Furrowing his brows Jungkook looked at his friend with confusion all over his face. “Huh? My neck? What are you talking about, hyung?”

He was unbelievable.

“Dude, are you for real? Look at yourself in the mirror, please.”

Jungkook traveled a few steps from the couch to the wall mirror in the living room and took a quick look at his own reflection.

Oh, no.

His eyes widened at the image in front of him. His neck was full of purple marks. Very much clear marks. He was so blinded as soon as he got your phone call that didn’t even remember that the girl in his car had sucked his neck like a leech.

Even if by some kind of miracle, you were momentarily deaf and didn’t hear the moaning while you were on the phone with him, you clearly weren’t blind and saw his neck full of hickeys. And you could only assume what had transpired with that girl.

Jungkook groaned at the frustration while saying “Fuck me.”

“You’re an idiot, Jungkook” Taehyung sighed making a few seconds pause before continuing “From what I’m hearing, she probably was going through something when she reached out to you, and you acted like an entitled asshole. You don’t even have the right to be mad. If anything, you should be thankful because she didn’t even react to the moaning or the hickeys.”

“If she didn’t react maybe she just doesn’t care about me.” Responded Jungkook almost in a whisper, sounding even sad because you didn’t react to any of it.

Is he an idiot?

“Sure, that totally makes sense. She thought of you instead of any other person when she clearly had some kind of issue, but yeah, I’m sure she doesn’t care about you at all.” Said Taehyung with the most ironic tone possible.

His friend was right about that. Ugh, now Jungkook felt anxious to know what had happen that you felt the need to call him. You already had opened up to him about your dad and it felt like you were getting closer to him, and he just went straight to fuck up everything with his unhealthy way of dealing with his feelings.

“Fuck fuck fuck. What am I going to do?”

Taehyung was surprised to see the desperation in his friend. If it were Seulgi or any other girl who they’ll be talking about, Jungkook would probably be laughing right now thinking about how bold he was to show up to his hook up all marked by another random girl. Well, to be honest, Jungkook wouldn’t have cared if Seulgi called him, he would just kept hooking up with that random girl.

But no, this time around, they were talking about you. Taehyung could see real desperation in those big doe eyes.

And even he’s friends’ with Jungkook, you’d started to feel like a friend too, he liked having you around. By now, you had hung out a few times with him and Anyra and he could see that underneath the fuck girl persona that everyone knew over the campus there was an amazing cool girl.

Just like Jungkook, underneath all those layers of alleged indifference, there was someone valuable, someone that actually cared a lot about their inner circle.

Taehyung was in some way angry at his friend. He was being an asshole to you. Even if it wasn’t intentionally. If it were any other girl, he wouldn’t be surprised. After all it is Jungkook’s usual modus operandi with women.

The thing is, at least for Taehyung who knew him very well, Jungkook had already being too obvious about you. You were not like any other girl to him, even if he didn’t show it with his stupid actions. That’s why Taehyung started to feel angry towards the youngest.

His filter went out of the window when he responded to Jungkook. “I don’t know but if I were her, I wouldn’t talk to you again.”

Ouch.

Jungkook gasped. “Wow, you really are a great friend.”

“I know I am.” said Taehyung giggling.

Jungkook glared at him in silence. He couldn’t laugh at this. Not when you were probably already hating him.

Fuck, since when does he cares about someone hating him?

“You should know by now that being your friend means that I’ll be honest with you no matter what. I’m not gonna pamper you when you clearly fucked up. Plus, I like Y/N. She’s cool.”

Yeah, she definitely is, thought Jungkook.

As he plopped himself again on the couch with his hands over his head Jungkook said “Ugh. hyung, please. I don’t know how to fix this. What should I do?”

It was stupidly simple. It started with two words.

Sighing and almost not believing how clueless Jungkook was when it came to human interactions Taehyung asked, “What do you want to do, Kook?”

“Because even for me that I’ve been your friend for years, you’re confusing as fuck.”

And that was a good question that left Jungkook thinking. What did he want?

There you were. Beautiful as always.

It was a few days later, almost a week had passed by since Jungkook last saw and talked to you.

Sitting in a bench at the end of the corridor, that feeling of superiority surrounding yourself as usual. Legs crossed, hands by your sides; a little smirk appeared on your lips once your sharp gaze fixed in Jungkook’s face.

You could see he was clearly surprised to see you there.

After days of silence and avoidance from both sides, he didn’t expect for you to be there. He couldn’t quite pin if you were mad, hurt or both and it was scary as hell. Whatever you were feeling, you were pretty good disguising it with your usual facade.

The only thing he could sense is that you went back to the old Y/N, the one that puzzled him every single time he interacted with you.

“Don’t fuck up” Taehyung’s voice in a whisper cut Jungkook’s train of thoughts as they both were approaching you.

“Hey Y/N” said Taehyung as he passed by waving his hand to you.

“Hi Tae Tae” You waved back giving him a little smile.

Tae Tae? Since when did you two got so close that you are calling him nicknames?

As Jungkook finally was in front of you, he talked almost in a whisper. “Hey”

“Hey” The cold tone with which you replied didn’t escape Jungkook’s ears neither the way you seemed to look at him with the same indifference you did when you first met. “May I have a few words with you?”

Okay. You probably are about to tell him to go fuck himself. Or maybe you want to patch things up, although he should be the one to say sorry first. Why does he have to be this coward? He should’ve been the first one to approach, not you.

Seeing that Jungkook was muted and spacing out, you decided to talk again.

“It’ll be just a few minutes, I’m not gonna take much of your time.”

He wanted to tell you that you could take all of his time whenever you wanted, but for some reason he just nodded and followed you from behind like a puppy while you started to walk towards a corridor that could give you two a little more privacy.

As he walked behind you, he could feel the trails of your scent that were being left behind. Oh, how much he’d missed it.

Suddenly, you stop your tracks and Jungkook mimics you. You turn around looking him straight to his eyes. He gulps at how beautiful you look. Always so ridiculously beautiful.

He wonders if you are even aware of how gorgeous you look. You probably do, how could you not?

“Okay, I'll go straight to the point” you said as you looked as if you were gathering your thoughts. “About what you said last time, I may be just a good fuck, but I know at least I’m not a hypocrite.”

Oh fuck. That's not what I think of you, I was just angry. That's what Jungkook had in his mind, but of course, he didn't dare to open his mouth. He just let you do the talking.

“Let me be clear with this.” You said as you took a step closer to him, making him even more nervous with your stern gaze. “You are free to do whatever the fuck you want with whoever you want to, as well as I am. I’m not gonna take any bullshit from you or anyone. I mean, you even had the audacity to act all jealousy while you were the one covered in hickeys, and right after I’d heard a girl moaning through the phone when I called you.”

God. So, you heard the moaning. And you did notice his neck covered in hickeys. That's phenomenal, Jungkook thought.

“Y/N, I’m s-” He was cut off by your hand in front of his face.

“No.”

“What?”

“Don’t even dare to say you’re sorry now. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t even be talking. You had plenty of time to be sorry, I think I gave you enough space for you to do that. You are a big boy; you should know by now when to say sorry.”

Those big sad puppy eyes he gave you almost made you give in for a moment.

But you had to do this. This went too far already. You know you’re a valuable person, that’s what you’ve been trying to be with him – at least these past weeks when you started to get closer - and you’re not going to lower to anyone who tries to convince you otherwise, even though you’re pretty sure that everything he said to you last time you talked, were being said in the heat of the moment.

You are certain that he’s not a bad guy, he’s just an idiot sometimes.

But as you said before, you gave him space. Almost a week. You gave him enough time to fix things between you two and he didn't do anything. Not a thing.

Little did you know, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to. But because he was trying to gather his balls once and for all and apologize properly, he didn’t want to fuck up this time. He planned to apologize this week no matter what, but of course, you were not a mind reader and for you, his silence during this whole week only showed indifference which it kind of hurt you even more.

“Look.” You sighed before continuing “I don’t particularly enjoy ending things in bad terms.”

Ending? Jungkook started panicking at your words.

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you first.” You said gesturing with your hands between you two “To give whatever this was, a nice proper closing since we’ll probably keep seeing each other’s faces from time to time.”

That’s when Jungkook felt all the air was being sucked from his lungs. Suddenly he seemed to gather some courage and started talking.

“Y/N, isn't this too much? Can't we talk about this at least?”

Don’t make this any harder, was all you could think of at that moment.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I just know that you were extremely rude with me, and you didn't even have the decency to apologize.”

“Please, just-” You cut him off again.

“No. You hurt me. You are clearly too used to girls running after you, but I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again, I’m not gonna run after you.”

He knew that. You were too good for him after all.

“And honestly, if you think I'm just a good fuck, I don't think it will change much for you ending this thing between us.”

For a moment he thought he saw in your eyes hurt, he felt awful.

No, you’re not just a good fuck.

He wanted to say that. He wanted to say so many things. He wanted to hug you and say that he is sorry, that he wanted to reach out so many times during these past few days, but he was afraid, he didn't know how to approach.

He never had to do this before. He never cared enough. He didn't know how to deal with these kinds of situations or his feelings. He was a coward.

You in the other hand, just wanted to get over with this because if you kept looking at those big puppy eyes for one more second, you knew you'd gave in and end up kissing him.

It was always like this between you two. One minute you were getting along and the next you were barking up a storm. Maybe, it was like a little game to you both. You’d fight, then make up.

The game was fun – until it wasn’t anymore - and it seemed to be all you’ve known since you two first met.

Your stomach was twisting in ways that you hadn't felt before. You decided to ignore it and make one last effort to end this the best way you could.

“Well, I've said everything I wanted to say.” You said as you straighten up your posture and tried to sound as unaffected as possible. “It was a pleasure, Jeon. Quite literally.” You said as you lightly chuckled and then leaned in to give Jungkook one last peck on his left cheek.

Why did all of this feel so wrong?

You turned around not wanting to wait for his response and walked away, leaving a spaced out Jungkook standing all alone in that corridor while he kept his hand placed where you last kissed him.

“I'm an idiot.” He said almost in a whisper. But you weren’t there anymore to hear him saying it.

“You coming tonight?” You hear a male voice from behind you, startling you. A second ago, you were all alone in the library searching a book for one of your exams and out of the sudden someone’s by your side.

You quickly turn around to see a smiling Taehyung.

“Gosh, Tae. You scared me.” You said with your hand placed on your chest trying to calm your nerves. “At least say hi first.”

Taehyung giggled. “Hi, Y/N. Are you coming tonight?”

“You’re so weird” You sighed. “Where?”

“Duh, to Jin’s party of course.” He reminded to you.

Fuck, you had completely forgotten about that. Jungkook had definitely invited you.

Of course, that was at some point when you were in good terms. Not that you are in bad terms now, at least you don’t think so after the last talk you two had but it might be still a little bit awkward to see him again this soon.

Although you do miss his stupid face. Ugh, it’s frustrating.

You were unaware that Jungkook had actually begged Taehyung earlier to remind you about the party tonight and also convince you to go.

“No way. I’m not meddling between you two, Kook.” Said Taehyung as he finished eating the pizza that Jungkook so generously bought him out of nowhere.

Now he understood why he bought it in the first place.

“Hyung, please. You’re not meddling. You just have to tell Y/N to come to the party.”

Taehyung groaned in frustration knowing very well that Jungkook wasn’t gonna back off unless he said yes. “Fine. But you better fix everything tonight because I’m not doing this again.”

“That’s the idea.” Said Jungkook as he gave his friend a triumphant smile.

So, Taehyung’s mission here was clear. He couldn’t take a no for an answer, that’s why he wasn’t expecting your next response.

“Mm, I don’t think so. I don’t have an outfit. Plus, I should probably be studying.” You excused yourself knowing damn well you had the time to spare, since you already delivered your pending essays, while you kept seeking for the book you needed.

Taehyung made a sound of complaint, before slightly hitting your head with the first book he saw. “Hey! Tae, what the fuck?!”

“Studying is for losers. Midterms aren’t even until next week! Plus, everyone’s going tonight.” He took a pause before he whispered, “Even your boyfriend, Jungkookie.”

He winked before you grabbed the book whacking him back. “You know damn well he is not my boyfriend, and you still sleep with a fucking night light. Talk to me nicely.”

“How the hell do you know that? Did Anyra tell you? It was only one time!” He defended himself. “We had just finished watching a scary movie. What else did you expect from me, lady?”

Anyra did tell you about it and you knew that the truth was far from that. You giggled. “Sure, whatever you say, Taehyungie.”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” He continued to pressure you regardless. “Who else will accompany me to down five shots in the span of a minute?”

“No one?! That’s insane, Taehyung.”

“We’ve done it before, at my party! Now you’re just shaming me.” He mumbled in disappointment. “Whatever, stay here then. I’ll be downing my tenth shot by the time you realize the mistake you committed by staying behind.”

You shook your head smiling to yourself. You’d learned pretty quickly that Taehyung could be so stubborn at times.

In all honesty, sometimes you needed spontaneous night outs, and he was the perfect person to do almost anything chaotic and stupid with, but tonight was not the night.

Midterms were coming in soon, you needed to stay focused - or maybe you simply didn't want to bump into Jungkook and possibly see him in the arms of someone else for the night - but Taehyung didn’t need to know all that.

“Sure Tae, have fun. Let me know how it goes.”

He hummed. “See you loser.”

“Byeeee!” You shouted, watching him storm out the room and maybe you would. No, you will for sure - regret staying home, but only time would tell.

And you in fact did regret staying home.

So much so, that you had put on the first top and skirt you saw within your closet that fits you best and nearly sprinted to the party. You weren’t there to impress anyone, but you did need to at least look presentable - enough to possibly be fucked mid-party.

Well, no, maybe you were there to impress a certain someone, but any extra attractions were a plus.

You were there for a good time; you could use some distraction from college or the image of Jungkook’s sad doe eyes last time you saw him.

It was so hard for you to cope with your feelings. You ended things with Jungkook because you thought it was the best for you, but you've been hesitating non-stop about it. You hate how much it affects you, it's not the first time you end things with someone, but it is the first time that you feel some kind of regret.

But you shouldn't, no... you shouldn't.

“Y/N! You made it!” Jin tugged you in for a hug, a wide smile plastered on his face. “The boys will be so happy to see you!”

You smiled into his hug. “I’m happy to be here, Jinnie! I’ll go find them. You enjoy your party!”

He nodded, letting you go, waving a final goodbye as he disappeared into the crowd. The party was much bigger than you anticipated. Everyone was grinding on each other clearly already so fucked out of their own minds.

A lot of regrets were going to happen tonight definitely, you just hoped you weren’t a part of them.

“Y/NNNNN!” Taehyung sang into your ear, as he pulled you in for a bear hug. “You came!!!”

You giggled, hugging him back tightly. “I did. You…look already very happy!” In other words, Taehyung was completely wasted, explaining his huge smile. “Bet you won’t be happy in the morning though; I promise you that—”

He cut you off with a hand in front of your face. “Don’t ruin my good time. I knew you would make it. How could you miss this after all?” Taehyung put on an ‘I told you so’ face and he was right.

“Yeah, I know I couldn’t stay away, unfortunately.” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Where are the other boys anyways?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes, clearly up to no good in that round head of his. “You mean… Jungkookieee?”

“No.” Definitely lying, but you couldn’t let him know that. “I mean the other- other boys. Like Yoongi.”

Jungkook was so bummed when his friend told him that he couldn’t convince you to go to the party, he’d expected for you to go and talk things through in a more chill environment like this one.

Taehyung could see you were lying from a mile away, you clearly wanted to see Jungkook too. So stubborn, you two were really for each other, he thought.

He smirked. “Sure! Jungkook is around the corner, I saw him head over there earlier. Now if you excuse me, I have business to attend. Anyra is across the pool, and she has been eyeing me since she got here. I think she wants a piece of this handsome face again.”

Your face turned to disgust. “Yup. Let’s never say things like that ever again. Now bye.”

You didn’t admit it but, you were totally looking for Jungkook. There was no need to say it aloud, Taehyung knew that very well.

The entire time you had been - attempting and failed to – studying that day, Jungkook was all you could think of.

That and his usual stupid flirty behavior towards you. You missed it.

Were you too harsh when you last talked to him? Was it a mistake to end everything?

But then again, this game you guys were playing was getting old, it was just a matter of time before you both crashed and burned.

Jungkook was exactly where Taehyung had pointed, he was, except he was with a girl. The same girl you had seen him around so many times before you started this whole thing between you two. Seulgi.

Jungkook was fresh off being ‘dumped’ by you, if that’s what you call it when you end a relationship that you’re trying to pretend is just a casual friend with benefits thing.

Whatever you call it; it had happened less than 72 hours ago and from the looks of it; Jungkook and Seulgi were already rekindling things.

That stupid scene hurt you in more ways than one.

You couldn’t help, but to feel jealous. You didn’t want to care, you ended things with him, he could do whatever he wanted to, you were clear with that, but you couldn’t take your eyes of those two.

That obnoxious girl was sitting so close to him talking about who knows what. In all honesty you could see he didn’t seem so interested, avoiding all eye contact with her, but still he paid enough attention.

“Y/N!” Your attention turned to the person who called your name. You smiled as you saw that it was none other than Mingyu. “You’re here too!”

“Mingyu hi! Yeah, guess I am!” He surprised you as he wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you up into a warm hug.

Every time you saw this guy, he had always treated you so well, he was exactly like his scent, so sweet and pretty.

“You know Jin too?” You asked him curiously. Mingyu nodded, placing you back down carefully.

“Well, yes and no. He is friends with my best friend over there.” He said pointing to a guy in a corner who was gulping down what it seemed to be a tequila shot.

“Oh, wow, it’s definitely a small world. So, are you having fun so far?”

“Always.” He said as he smiled. “What do you say? Wanna dance?” He held out a hand, kind eyes.

You looked past his shoulder, Jungkook had noticed you the minute Mingyu decided to yell your name across the room, he didn’t look happy, not in the slightest.

He was surprised and insanely happy to see you there but then the surprise and happiness turned into anger and jealousy when he saw who you were with.

This was your chance. Your chance to be petty of course.

“I’d love to!” You said without hesitation.

There was never a time where you didn’t have a good time with Mingyu, especially when dancing. That reminded you to the night you ended up sleeping together, you remembered that before ending the night in your apartment you had danced with him for a long ass time.

He was never too handsy, never missed a single beat, always led well. But he was also a natural flirt, and you weren’t one to reject a playful endeavor.

“What a dream.” Mingyu whispered against your ear, hands still laid carefully against your back. “Dancing is always so much fun with you.”

You smiled, swaying your hips to the beat as you flirtatiously said, “This kinda feels like a déjà vu to me.”

He smiled in return, keeping up with your pace. “Your friend from the other day is staring.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

Mingyu flipped you around, your back was now against his front. “Look.”

Oh. That friend.

Jungkook was staring and he was staring hard. He did not look one bit happy, nothing about his expression screamed content. He noticed your attention on him, but he didn’t dare drop eye contact.

Instead, he decided to be even more petty than you and brought Seulgi against him, whispering something unknown against her ear. She smiled, tilting her head, her arms traveled up his chest leaning into him, but his eyes stayed on you.

He knew you were trying to get back at him. And God knows he knew damn well how to be petty. You are not the one to talk either.

You wanna play, Jeon Jungkook? The game begins now.

You dropped eye contact first, forcing yourself to focus only on Mingyu even though all your mind was replaying nonstop was Jungkook’s face. You could feel your ass pressed harder against Mingyu as the beat sped up. Your arms traveled up finding the back of his head, he tilted slightly brushing his soft lips against your neck. “I think you’re going to get me in trouble, sweetie.”

The situation was different now. You didn't think Jungkook even cared. It must had been something with his ego that was making him angry to see you with another guy that wasn’t him. There was no way he cared about you.

If only you knew what was going on in Jungkook’s mind at that exact moment.

You, like Jungkook, were popular – even though you preferred having a low profile -, everyone who knew you liked you, and, in more than one occasion, he had clearly heard that, apparently, everyone wanted to fuck you. Even females.

He absolutely agreed; after all, you were funny, smart, full of fire and absolutely gorgeous to the point one can’t look away when you’re in the same room as he was doing at that moment.

He was very much aware of the fact that the short little piece of chaos that he was staring at was not his girlfriend and, therefore, you could do whatever you want with whoever you want, and that was what had been eating him alive for the last few days since you ended things with him.

“Who fucking cares?” You whimpered, feeling Mingyu drop a kiss right below your ear. He opened his mouth barely and his teeth came in contact next. He licked before he sucked gently. You knew he was leaving a mark, but you didn’t even care at that moment.

Your hooded eyes locked with Jungkook’s, but it didn’t last long. Mingyu pulled away from your neck too suddenly. “From the looks of it, your friend cares.”

He came closer with his head tilted, whispering in your ear. “I don’t mind giving you a hand if you wanna make him jealous.”

You chuckled at the mischievousness that Mingyu’s words implied. “What a gentleman. But that sounds too petty for me.”

Liar. You were already trying to make him jealous.

He smiled and leaned down slightly, the angle making him look big, intimidating. “Well, you can think of it as taking out your frustrations on me. You seem to be too stressed lately and I wouldn’t mind. Not at all.”

Hot. This guy is so fucking hot. You would be riding him by now if it weren’t for Jungkook’s hard gaze on you. He was screwing with your head. Maybe Mingyu was a good distraction for you. If you were here with Joy and Jihyo you know they would totally encourage you to enjoy yourself with him.

After all, you and Jungkook are no longer a thing. Well, you never were, did you?

You scoffed, and smiled wide, flashing straight teeth as you said, “I might take your offer.” Then you shrugged. “We’ll see how the night goes.”

It was fine. Truly.

You weren’t together. You weren’t anything more than friends? Who occasionally happened to find their way into each other’s bed. Only when you were stressed, or it’s been a tough week. Sometimes you’d use it as a chance to let off steam before a big exam, or just when you were lonely, when your friends were out and about in your college town but neither of you had a desire to join them.

It was the perfect arrangement really. Well, not arrangement because you never really stated anything about this, but it was always implicit for you. ‘Friends’ that helped each other out, scratching an itch. Simple, no strings attached. A buddy you could get your jollies off with and then go grab a burger together without it being a big deal.

That’s what you had with one another.

So, there was absolutely no reason for you to feel a gnawing heat in your belly, eating away at the lining of your stomach, causing your insides to churn as Jungkook casually brushed a lock of long, dark curls over Seulgi’s shoulder, fingers skimming down the bare skin of the woman’s bicep as he grinned at her in that way that made his dimples crease in his cheeks.

Your smile, dammit.

Except it wasn’t. You didn’t own that. He is perfectly free to give it to whomever he wished. The thought didn’t comfort you whatsoever. Not while you were still dancing with Mingyu and watching Jungkook flirt with another girl.

Suddenly, it was too much. The people, the noise, those dark brown eyes that winked at you from across the room when Jungkook caught your eyes on him. It was all wrong.

“Did you mean what you said before?” You asked, fixing Mingyu with a look he couldn’t quite discern.

You should kick yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. This didn’t happen before Jungkook came into your life. If you ever saw a guy that you slept with, being with another girl you would brush it off and move on to the next guy in line. You wouldn’t give two fucks.

“Which part?” Mingyu returned while studying your pretty face with interest.

“About taking out my frustrations on you?” You replied vaguely in return.

“You want to yell or hit me after we had such a great time dancing?” He asked, feigning offense, but smirking anyway.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Not quite.” Your eyes flicking to his. “I had something else in mind.” You added shameless, taking a tentative step towards him and hoping the look on your face and vagueness of your words have been suggestive enough for him to get the point.

There was something akin to desire in his eyes when you took another step, one that closed most of the space between you. He made his own move forward, eliminating the rest and conveying his consent, which was all the motivation you needed to rise up on your tiptoes, grab a fistful of his shirt, and press your lips to his.

It was vastly different from kissing Jungkook, which had still made you feel worried and self-conscious that you might mess things up each time. With Mingyu there was really nothing to lose so you kissed him with a reckless abandon of inhibitions you could never be capable of with Jungkook.

When it came to Jeon Jungkook, there were too many feelings involved, good and bad, too much intimacy.

With Mingyu it was a blank slate, for the most part, which is much easier to work with as far as escaping reality went than hooking up with a man that you’d shared too much of your personal life in a short period of time, things that you didn’t usually share with anyone.

Mingyu was a decidedly good kisser, which was no surprise. But there was an almost smugness you felt radiating off of him when you left out a soft moan of pleasure against his lips as his fingers squeezed your hips roughly whilst his other hand stroked up and down your back, warm and heavy. He knew he was talented, of course, and he was not even remotely shy about making that known.

“We shouldn’t do this here, gorgeous” He stated, breathless in his own right after a few all-consuming moments of letting his lips devour yours wantonly.

You left out a frustrated huff, both at the statement and the break in the passionate series of kisses you’d been sharing that had been doing a world of good relieving the frustrations and stress that had been so overwhelming for you in the moments before.

You know that it’s true, what he’d said. Thankfully, you weren’t lost in your thoughts long as he started talking again. “We could go upstairs, if you want.” He said, not a hint of shyness in his words.

“Sure, let's do that.” You said in immediate agreement, disentangling yourself from him and heading upstairs.

As soon as Jungkook saw you and Mingyu kissing and then going upstairs, he got up from his seat consumed in rage and said, “Fuck this, I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Before Seulgi had a chance to say anything, Jungkook was darting his way out of the room, beelining down the hall and weaving through people until he reached the backdoor.

It was just as lively out there, people set up playing beer pong and a few smoking beside the hedges, laughing together, but at least there wasn’t the suffocating, overheated atmosphere of too many bodies crammed into one room. And the music was blessedly muted out there.

Maybe he could breathe for a few minutes, get himself back under control. Maybe he should just go home, he thought absently. And with that he just got onto his car and went straight home, trying not to think anymore of you and Mingyu, and failing miserably every time.

Going to that party had been a mistake.

Seulgi on the other hand, wasn’t even surprised. She had seen how hard he was staring at you before you went upstairs, one of his veins at his neck was about to pop anytime soon. She also knew Jungkook was just using her to make you jealous, but as long as she got some action she didn’t care. And now she was left high and dry.

She would have to look for another guy to screw with, what a waste of time.

“You want something to drink first?” Asked Mingyu, watching lingeringly as you walked up the stairs.

“No, I’d rather just…” You bit your lip and shrugged, your eyes casting to his, not bothering to feel embarrassed by the implied forwardness of your half-statement.

Now that you weren’t being disoriented by strobe lights, on the corner of a dark room, he really took in just how hot you looked with the clothing you were wearing. Just the sight of you like that was such a turn on, your curves were more than just a little enticing.

He couldn’t wait to have you again. He didn’t even care if you were hung up on the guy that was staring at you downstairs because Mingyu could clearly see that you were affected by Jungkook. But tonight, you were his again and he wanted to be inside you no matter what.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing at your words. It didn’t take any further convincing for him to comply, tucking his hand into yours and leading you towards the first bedroom in sight.

The room you got in had a design theme of all dark colors and sharp angles. There was a king size bed adorned in all black and you found it made neatly.

“So, what exactly do you have in mi-” Mingyu couldn’t finish his question, because your lips were pressed to his again with the same passion as before, as if unpausing a movie you’d put on hold for the ride upstairs.

His hands started at your face, cupping your cheeks as he kissed you back until moving them to grasp the backs of your thighs and urged your legs to leave the ground in favor of wrapping around his waist.

He started pressing you gently into the mattress as his body came down heavily over yours. His lips start their southern descent, trailing down between your breasts and over your bare stomach as your body writhed under his with the pleasure elicited from such actions.

“Mingyu, you don’t have to– oh ,” Your sentence faded off into a moan as he dipped his face between your legs, his tongue swiping over already apparent arousal as his nose bumped up against your most sensitive area. All this, and he hadn’t so much as removed your panties yet.

“Stop talking now, Y/N” He muttered against your thigh before resuming his action, using his tongue to work you up appropriately.

Fuck. He sounded hot.

If this were Jungkook, you’d be almost embarrassed at how fast he’s able to make you cum. At the graceless moans that had fallen from your lips as your hips had bucked up wildly from under the strength of his restraint. But this was Mingyu, and you weren’t thinking about much of anything besides your immediate pleasure. Well, that… and Jungkook.

You quickly brushed him off and concentrated on reaching your orgasm as you felt Mingyu’s tongue rapidly licking and sucking your clit. A minute and few moans later and you were releasing your juices, pleasure running all over your body.

You were not sure you loved the satisfied smile Mingyu was wearing, clearly proud at how fast he had made you come undone. “We can stop there, if you want, gorgeous.” He said sweetly.

This time, Jungkook was the furthest thing from your mind, lust clouting all of your inner thoughts. “Just fuck me already, Mingyu.” You said with uncharacteristic grit, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked at him with your pupils fully blown.

He actually groaned because hearing you say that sentence with his name tacked onto the end just did something to him that he wasn’t quite expecting.

He slipped back up your body, his lips pressing to yours with the taste of you still on them. His hand moved to where his mouth had just been and you arched your back, rising up into his touch desirously. “How do you want it?” He asked, his mouth on your neck now, his tongue swirled against your skin as he sucked lightly but not enough to leave a mark.

“I don’t care.” You said, breathless as you squeezed your eyes shut, squirming underneath his ministrations, craving more from him in an unabashed way.

“Well, I do.” He said pointedly, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone with greater affection than you expected. “Now tell me again, Y/N” He dragged his lips down from your neck to the valley between your breasts, nuzzling his nose against your flesh. His hands slipped up your back and under the small fabric of your top. “How do you want it?” He repeated the question, his breath ghosting over your skin.

You had a default answer, you thought. Typically, you liked it on top, because you enjoyed having control. But at that moment, you felt like being powerless to someone else and somehow you also felt safe letting that person be Mingyu.

You slid your hand down his torso until you could feel his hardness strained against the confines of his zipped-up jeans. You bit your lip at the way it spanned most of your palm, you remembered how big he was. Not as big as Jungkook, but big enough to make you cum.

“Hard,” You admitted without shyness, the double intender not lost on you. “...and rough.” You added, rolling over and rising up onto your knees, pulling your top off and letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck. Is that really what you like or just what you think you deserve?” He asked a question that felt more loaded and accusatory than maybe he meant for it to. But he trailed his hand from your shoulder down your spine to settle on your hip anyway, his lips following the same path briefly, as he ridded you of the rest of your clothes and his quickly followed suit.

Suddenly, you felt the sound of something near you vibrating. What was that? A phone?

“Hey,” You said through gritted teeth, your annoyance increasing slightly at the sound of it while he was flicking a condom wrapper to the floor, pressing himself against you wantonly. “I-I think your phone is vibrating.” You whined.

“It probably can wait,” He said, laughing gently at your eagerness, but not at your expense. His fingers slipped teasingly to where his tongue had already tipped you over the precipice of pleasure with minimal effort. They were thick and wide, and two of them working together almost felt like he was giving you what you wanted if you closed your eyes.

That was until he really gave you what you wanted, and you realized just how incomparable the real thing is to those skillful fingers of his. You gasped at the fullness. It took a few long moments before the pressure faded into pleasure instead and you felt his hand slip over your breast and up towards your throat.

Now this is the type of escape you really needed. It was mindless, the way you’d lost yourself to the pleasure his rocking, vigorously paced hips provided you while his thumb traced patternless circles between your legs. Your mind finally achieved an escape from all of the hurtful things that these past few days usually plagued your thoughts.

When your second orgasm of the night hit you and Mingyu finally released his seeds on the condom, you were left with nothing there, not even the anxiety to feel self-conscious about the way he made you moan loudly or beg him for more.

A few minutes later, you were both putting your clothes on again with silly smiles on your faces.

As soon as he finished putting his jeans again, with his chest on display for you to admire, he took a step towards you and cupped your face giving you a long kiss that almost made you undress him again. If it weren’t for his phone that was vibrating on his pocket, you probably would have.

He stopped the kiss and groaned. “Sorry, I should probably take that now.”

You giggled at his annoyed looks. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Based on the conversation he had with whoever called him, you realized it was probably one of his friends and Mingyu didn’t seem to be so happy when he finished talking over the phone.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry I have to leave, apparently my idiot best friend is completely wasted, and we came with my car, so I have to drive him home.”

“No worries. Thanks for helping to relieve my stress.” You said with a teasing smile.

Mingyu chuckled as he put his shirt on. “My pleasure. You know we can repeat it whenever you want to.”

You nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind”

He kissed you one last time and said “See you, Y/N.”

“See you, Mingyu.”

He waved you from the door and closed it as he left to let you finish cleaning up yourself. You were finishing putting your boots while sitting on the bed when the sound of the door opening made you giggle.

“Did you forget something, Min-“ You cut your own words and your smile dropped as soon as you turned around and saw someone that was not Mingyu standing there.

It was a guy you recognized seeing around campus, you had bumped into him a few times when you were going to classes or at the library. You usually don’t remember people’s faces that easily but there was something on his gaze that always unsettled you, he was creepy to say the least. He never talked to you but every time you saw him, he was either looking at you or near your classrooms which you thought it was because he had classes over there too but no.

The guy entered the room, closing the door behind him alarming you instantly.

You got up from the bed immediately with arms crossed, trying to look as unaffected as possible. “Ah. Excuse me. Who are you?”

The creep smirked and chuckled making you feel goosebumps on your skin, not the good ones.

You were fucked.

Hoseok was trying to decide if he wanted to open a third beer or just head to bed for the night when his phone rang. Groaning to himself, he fumbled in his pocket for the device.

Without even looking at the ID, he answered the phone. “Yes?”

“H-hobi?”

His bright usual persona raised immediately as he recognized the voice on the other end of the line. “Oh, hey darling, what’s up?”

“Hobi, I know it’s late but I-I…”

Something was off. Your voice was shaky with a definite huskiness that wasn’t usually present, and he could hear the tears threatening to fall with every word. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“I was at this p-party I went and…This guy, he-he cornered me-” Hobi’s blood ran cold “-and, uh, can you ju-just please come get me?”

“Are you hurt? What did he do to you?”

A massive sob was your only response.

Trying to keep his voice calm and level, he asked, “Where are you?”

“I ran off. I’m in the a-alley across from the li-library” you said between hiccupy cries.

“I’ll be right there.” Hobi paused, his voice softening slightly. “And hey, it’s gonna be okay, do you hear me? I want you to stay on the phone with me until I can get there. You don’t have to say anything, but I want to make sure I’m here if you need me. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Hoseok tore through another red light as he sped across town trying to get to you. Since he had left his apartment, you hadn’t said a word over the phone but every once and a while he could hear a soft sniffle or stifled sob from your end and the sounds felt like a dagger to his heart.

Jung Hoseok. The two of you had become fast friends ever since the night he had met you at the bar where you used to hang out with Joy and Jihyo.

Jihyo would constantly talk about his classmate who also became her close friend and she had described him as someone who was always friendly and easygoing and that was certainly accurate as he had easily managed to break down the walls you normally built up around new people.

And soon, your chats at the bar grew into coffees before classes at the campus, which soon became watching movies on his or your couch while eating take-out on your days off.

He felt like a brother to you.

You didn’t have many friends outside of Joy and Jihyo. Or at least not the kind you could hang out with outside the prison walls of college. So, it was nice to have someone like him in your life.

As Hoseok pulled into the empty library parking lot and hurried across the street, he saw you almost immediately. Leaning up against the wall, you had your legs pulled tightly against your chest and your face buried in your knees. As you heard him approach, you sunk even deeper into yourself as if you were trying to disappear completely.

Slowing to a stop, Hoseok crouched down a few feet away from you. Calling out softly, he said, “Y/N, it’s just me. You have nothing to be afraid of anymore.”

You relaxed slightly, the tension easing out of your shoulders, but you still hid your face. “It’s okay, darling. No one will hurt you again, not while I’m around. I swear, but please can you let me see what happened? I need to see how bad it is.”

It took almost a full minute, but you cautiously peered up at him with a haunted look that sucked the air from Hoseok’s lungs.

Your lipstick was smeared across your split, bloody lip and down the side of your chin. Black trails of mascara dripped down your cheeks from the tears you had been crying, he also noticed your cheek near the bloody lip was red and a little bit swollen. Both your top and your skirt had been torn apart and one of your earrings appeared to have been ripped out. He could see a dozen different emotions cycling through your face: fear, relief, sadness, helplessness, gratitude, shame, pain.

“Oh, love,” he muttered under his breath as he straightened up and slowly began to approach you.

Without a word, he slid down the wall until he was seated beside you and the two of you just stared into the darkness of the night. Finally, after about five minutes of just sitting in silence, Hoseok whispered, “Are you alright?”

Still not looking him in the eye, you murmured, “Can you just take me home?” Your voice was hoarse and cracking, probably damaged from screaming for help.

“Of course, whatever you need.” Hoseok stood then offered you his hand.

You pulled back slightly, eyeing his hand as if it were a snake about to strike. The sight of you scared to even touch him, made Hoseok’s heart sink even further.

It wasn’t right. Not coming from the girl who would jump on his back in public and make him give her a piggyback ride. Who would idly run her fingers through his hair while his head rested in her lap during a movie. Yet now, just the thought of taking his hand seemed to terrify you.

Without moving his hand any closer or farther away, Hoseok said, “It’s okay, love. If you don’t want to take it, you don’t have to. I’m here to help any way I can. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Hesitating for a moment longer, you finally cautiously placed your left hand in his outstretched right one. He gently wrapped his fingers around yours and slowly rubbed his calloused thumb over the back of your hand as he pulled you to your feet with a reassuring smile.

You stared down at your hands for a minute but then your bottom lip began to tremble. Without warning, you dove into Hoseok’s chest, wrapping your arms around his frame as you began to sob. He slowly returned the embrace, ready to back off at the slightest sign that you were uncomfortable. But you just buried yourself deeper into him.

He began rubbing your back, whispering softly that it was going to be okay. He rested his chin on the top of your head, feeling your sobs vibrating in his jaw. He had never seen you cry before this. Not even to shed a tear at a sad movie or when you dislocated your shoulder in the gym. And now seeing you fall apart in his arms was almost too much for Hoseok to bear.

When your tears finally subsided, he tried to lead you to his car. But when you tried taking a step, you hissed loudly and fell into him. Glancing at your foot, he saw your ankle was swollen to almost twice its normal size. So, he simply scooped you up in his arms and carried you across the street.

As he sat you down in the passenger seat of his car, you once again pulled your knees into your chest and curled up into a tight ball. Hoseok had a blanket in the back seat that he brushed off and draped over you. Then he got into the driver’s seat and took off for your apartment.

Neither one of you spoke the entire ride. Occasionally, he would glance over at you out of the corner of his eye, but you remained motionless, just staring out the window. And even when he stopped the car in your building parking lot and lifted you out of your seat, you still just stared blankly ahead.

He was able to get you to dig your keys out of your pocket, but it was still an almost robotic movement as your eyes remained lifeless and glazed.

Once inside your apartment, Hobi wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Should he place you in your bed so you could get some sleep? Help you take a shower and rinse off your blood? Should he sit you at the table and try to get you to eat something?

Finally, he decided to place you down on the couch so he could patch up your injuries first. He had grabbed the first aid kit from your bathroom. Having lived in your apartment for a few weeks last summer, he knew his way around and where you used to place those kinds of things. He began to lay out the bandages and disinfectants on your coffee table. Then he went to your freezer and grabbed two bags of frozen vegetables.

When he returned to the couch, he handed one to you. “Here. Place that over your cheek. It’ll help with the swelling.” He then used some of the gauze to wrap the other bag of vegetables around your ankle.

As you placed the frozen bag on your face, the cold seemed to rouse you from your state of shock. You seemed slightly more alert than you had been in the car. So, while he opened a disinfectant wipe to clean off your face, Hoseok muttered, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You winced as the wipe dabs at your busted lip, but you whispered, “It was just some drunk asshole I remember seeing at the campus. He never talked to me, but I kept seeing him leering at me. He never actually tried to approach me until now, so I didn’t think much about it.”

He nodded and sighed deeply. “Where are the girls? I’ve told you again and again, it is too dangerous to be going to a college party alone,” Hoseok said, finishing cleaning your lip.

“I know, I just needed to get some stress away, and Joy and Jihyo were busy today. I knew some friends would be there, so I just decided to go.”

Jungkook. You went there because you wanted to see Jungkook, although you were never going to admit it out loud.

You also weren’t going to admit that the first person you looked for help right after the attempt of assault was him, but you weren’t able to find him anywhere at the party and you just wanted to get the fuck out of that house.

You’d already turned lots of people’s attention on your looks, which you hated to even think about. People were probably already gossiping. You remember Anyra and Taehyung’s horror faces as soon as they saw you, you didn’t even give them time to ask what had happened to you as you quickly ran off.

You probably should message Anyra later to explain yourself. You don’t even understand how you ended up in this fucked up situation.

“You could have called me. I would’ve gone with you.” Hoseok cut your thoughts as he started wiping some of your ruined makeup off your cheeks.

“I didn’t want to bother you; I remembered you told me that you wanted to stay in this weekend.” The words were spoken so softly, Hoseok almost didn’t hear them.

“Darling, you’re never a bother. You know that. I just want you to be safe. I need you to be safe.” He reached for your right hand, but you flinched and grunted in pain as he touched it.

Examining it closer, he saw, like your ankle, it was swollen not as much but it was probably sprained. With a sigh, he pulled out more gauze and began to wrap your wrist.

As you shifted to allow him a better angle, your torn shirt slid open. You quickly readjusted it, but a terrible thought occurred to Hoseok.

He cleared his throat and looked around the room nervously. “Listen, I don’t really know how to ask this, but it’s important. Did he...I-I, mean, I saw your clothes were torn….so did he... do anything to you, you know…in that way.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment but shook it slightly. “No. He tried but….” You just shook your head again.

Hoseok let out a small sigh of relief. It was bad enough what that asshole did, but if he had been able to go through with his intent... No, his blood boiled just thinking about it.

You nudged him slightly in the side and his attention snapped back to you. He realized he had been clenching his fists so hard, one or two of his nails had actually broken his skin, leaving small crescent moon shaped cuts on his palms. Clearing his throat, he turned his focus back to your arm.

As he finished wrapping your wrist, he nodded at your fingers. “Does whatever happened to your wrist have to do with why your knuckles are all bruised up?”

“Yeah, I did what Jiji taught me. I punched the guy in the throat.”

Jihyo had attended a self-defense training a few years ago and she constantly asked to practice with you and Joy whatever she had learnt. She always said, “You never know when a girl would need to use her fists to protect herself”. And how right she was.

Hoseok chuckled proudly. “Really? Good girl.”

“Yeah, but that’s when he hit me in the face, the fucker reacted faster than I thought.” The smile dropped from Hoseok’s face as he watched you move the bag of vegetables and tenderly touch the bruising around your left cheek. “We started struggling and that’s when he tore my clothes and twisted my hand, he tried to-…touch me and I-I grabbed the first thing I saw near me, I think it was a lamp and I hit him as hardest as I could with that thing in the face and that’s when I ran off.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I really wish you wouldn’t have to go through this at all.”

“Not your fault. I would have been a lot worse off if Jiji hadn’t taught me what she did. I’ll have to thank her later for that.” You glanced down at your lap. “And thanks for everything tonight, Hobi. I-I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come to get me.” Your voice was growing thick with tears once again.

“Anytime. I’m always here for you.” Hoseok squeezed the fingers of your uninjured hand tightly before saying, “Well, all good to go. Just give it a few days, and you should be good as new.”

Hoseok silently cursed himself for his choice of words. While physically you might be better in just a few days’ time, he knew that the emotional and mental scars created tonight might never really go away. “Um, uh, is there anything else I can do for you right now? Anything I can get you?”

“Can you just……just hold me for a while?” you whispered softly as your voice broke a little.

“Of course, love. Whatever you need.”

Next day morning, Jungkook was on his way to the field, to meet his friends as usual. Jin, Taehyung and Yoongi would probably be already there. Jimin hasn’t shown up since he got into the fight with Jungkook. They haven’t talked since then.

Which made Jungkook think how everything got so messed up during the last few months. Not only he ended up punching one of his oldest and best friends – although Jimin totally deserved it – but he also managed to fuck things up with you.

Last night he almost couldn’t even sleep, thoughts of you and that guy in the party flooded his mind. He knows you’ve probably slept with him. And maybe you were probably still in his arms.

He hated to think that you were with someone else, he tried not to think of it but failed miserably every single time. He knew he couldn’t demand anything from you, not when you ended things with him. And to begin with, you weren’t even exclusive when you were ’together’.

He should’ve apologized earlier.

He knew he was being unreasonable when he treated you like shit the other day. If it weren’t because you called him and interrupted his shenanigans with that girl in his car the other day, he probably would have slept with her too. He couldn’t blame you for sleeping with someone else.

Maybe he even pushed you to sleep with that guy. He never acted as petty as last night. He wasn’t even listening what Seulgi was saying to him at the party, she was probably trying to get laid – as usual – but he wasn’t in the mood, not when his mind was elsewhere. On you.

But when he saw you with Mingyu, he couldn’t help it. He got so angry. He was the one that should have danced with you at that party, not that guy. You made him feel all sort of things that he never felt before. This was beyond frustrating.

As he walked through the field, he could see from a far his friends were engaged in a conversation. Anyra was there too.

“Yeah, I talked with Y/N about what happened last night, she texted me back a few minutes ago.” Jungkook heard Anyra talking.

Oh, no. The last thing he needs is everyone talking in front of him about who you screwed with last night.

“Please. I don’t want to hear who Y/N slept with.” Said Jungkook with a sour expression on his face.

Anyra and the other guys turned their heads to Jungkook with furrowed eyebrows.

“Did someone drop you on the head when you were a baby?” said Yoongi with his arms crossed over his chest and his usual cold tone.

Taehyung intervened seeing Jungkook’s confused face, he realized he might not know what happened since he left the party earlier. “Wait. Do you not know what happened to Y/N yesterday?”

Jungkook felt like his blood ran cold all of the sudden. “What the fuck are you talking about? Did something bad happen to her?”

His friends looked at each other. A few seconds of silence followed.

“Guys, can someone tell me what the fuck is happening?” Jungkook insisted.

“Calm down, Kook” Jin sighed as he explained “A guy at my party tried to assault her, she fought with him and managed to escape.”

“Poor Y/N, she looked li-“ Taehyung stopped talking as he saw Jungkook leaving “Hey! I’m talking! Where the fuck are you going Jungkook?”

“I forgot I had an essay to write. See you later guys.”

All his friends started laughing. They obviously knew he was lying.

“He hasn’t written an essay in his entire life.” Yoongi pointed out as he chuckled.

“I bet the essay’s name is Y/N.” added Anyra teasingly.

Taehyung watched his friend running towards his car. “He’s so whipped, he just doesn’t want to see it.”

Hoseok had stayed the night with you to make you company, he knew you were still pretty shaken up about last night’s events. Joy and Jihyo also came to your place last night as soon as Hoseok told them what had happened, and they decided to stay with you too.

The girls both had compromises this morning that they couldn’t miss and after a long hour of convincing them that you were okay and that they should go, they did.

You felt lucky and proud of the friends you made. You might not have a lot of friends, but they were without a doubt, the best that you could ever had.

You were watching Netflix on your couch when Hoseok came back with a pizza box you easily recognized in one of his hands and a convenience store bag in the other.

“You got us pizza from Hierin’s? Ohhhh yeessss, you know how much I love that pizza.”

Hobi chuckled. “It wasn’t me. Guess someone left it at your doorstep. I thought you might have asked for a delivery.”

With furrowed brows you said “Huh? No. I didn’t. Who would do that?”

“Maybe Jungkook. I’m pretty sure I saw him parked at the front of the building.”

Jungkook? What the hell was he doing here? Maybe Taehyung and Anyra told him something about what happened yesterday. Most likely Taehyung opened his big mouth.

You immediately went to check over your window and it was indeed Jungkook’s car that was parked in front of your building entrance. You decided to text him. Last time you had a proper talk with each other was when you said that you wanted to end things, it felt a little bit weird texting him again.

Y/N: Hey, where are you?

Few seconds later his response came in.

JK: Hey. I’m at the bar near the campus having a beer with the guys and some girls. What’s up?

Liar. You chuckled seeing his idiotic response. Was he patrolling the area surrounding your building?

Little did you know, he was. He wasn’t gonna admit it because he thought it might sound lame and maybe you wouldn’t want him to be there after everything that happened between you two. He also bought you the pizza from your favorite place, he remembered one time you had mentioned it.

Y/N: Home. Just bored. Well, have fun!

Huh? What? You just cut him off like that. Jungkook wanted to keep talking, he was expecting for you to say that you wanted to see him or maybe tell him about last night. He started typing as he tried to think what the hell to respond.

“So, I guess the bar is actually your car.”

Jungkook almost jumped of his seat, his phone dropping on the car’s floor as you surprised him standing right next to his window.

He almost felt like crying when he saw you. You had your lip cut and the surrounding area and cheek a little bit bruised up. He saw you had gauze around one of your wrists, your knuckles were clearly bruised up. Even like that, you still looked like the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on.

He was going to kill the motherfucker who did this to you.

“Uh..n-no, I was just about to leave when you texted me.” Said as he stammered his response.

Your lips twitched. You wanted to laugh at his face so bad. He is really bad at acting. “You are all alone, I thought you said you were with some girls.”.

“I-I was but I was feeling tired, so I left alone.”

It was so amusing to see him trying to elaborate a lie.

You sighed. “Oh, well. You should get going then and have some rest.” Jungkook just nodded sadly. Maybe he was expecting for you to say something else.

As you walked back to your building you suddenly stopped and turned around looking him straight to those beautiful doe eyes and gave him a smile. “Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for the pizza, JK.”

JK. You never called him by his nickname. It was always either Jeon or Jungkook.

Jungkook felt the way he started blushing instantly at your words. JK. It sounded so much better in your lips.

Have some balls, Jungkook. He encouraged himself. He couldn’t let you go just like that so, he instantly got out of his car and ran towards you, startling you as he hugged you from behind.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so fucking sorry. About the way I treated you, about what happened to you last night. I’ve should’ve been there for you. I’ve said so many hurtful things too. You’re not just a good fuck, you are an amazing person. I care so much about you. I-I just got so angry and didn’t measure what I said, you don’t deserve to be treated like that. Please Y/N forgive me, I miss spending time with you.”

You were left speechless. You weren’t expecting to hear all of those things coming out from him. Your heart was beating 10 times faster than usual.

You looked to your side, where he was laying his head on your shoulder as he kept hugging your body, he looked so damn cute. “I’m sorry too, JK. But let’s not talk about this now, okay?”

Jungkook nodded and surprised you once again when he leaned in and gave you a peck on your cheek. You gulped feeling your face turning red, shivers running down your skin. Only know you realized how much you missed him.

Trying to recompose yourself, you asked stammering a bit “U-um, you wanna come upstairs and eat some pizza?” The galaxy in his eyes sparkling at you as you kept talking “That is if Hobi left anything, he really loves pizza.”

Smiling uncontrollably, Jungkook responded “Yeah, I’d love to.”

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lvrhughes · 2 years ago

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Best Friend's Teammate| Q. Hughes

if this does not line up at all, I've never been to rogers arena during hockey season and I literally just chose the first canuck to come to mind to so that's why we've got Brock

word count: 1.9k

pairing: Quinn Hughes x f!reader, platonic!Brock Boeser x f!reader

summary: there’s a family skate and your best friend convinces you to come, the issue being you can’t skate. but he has a solution, the defence man you’ve been crushing on will teach you

warnings: pretty fluff, kissing, falling?

requested: no

not my gif!

“I can’t believe you’ve lived in Vancouver for the past three years and you still don’t know how to skate!” Your best friend, and pain in the ass, Brock exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes once again, the third time this week he’s brought it up.

“Why do keep bringing this up? What’s happening?” You finally pushed.

“There’s a family skate tomorrow and I want to bring you” he finally caved.

Of course there was a skating event Brock would want you to go to. You looked up at him, he had his best puppy dog eyes out and you knew he knew he’d won once you looked at him.

“Fine.” You muttered crossing your arms, “but you have to teach me”

“Deal!” He was radiating excitement. “I’ll see you tomorrow, 10 am sharp Y/n/n” he called walking the path towards his place while you continued to yours.

What the fuck had you just signed up for, oh god. You knew Brock, so why you still agreed you didn’t know. Brock would definitely get distracted and leave you like Bambi on ice tomorrow, hopefully Elias would help you. Maybe Quinn would be there.

Everyone could see the small little crush you were pining over the young defenseman. It was clear to everyone but Quinn.

The morning rolled around sooner than you would’ve liked, having to get up earlier then you’d want. You had to search for the pair of skates you had from when you once tried to skate, several years ago.

About 20 minutes after you did find them, Brock showed up at your door, he didn’t even bother to knock he simply walked in.

“Oh dear Y/n” he chanted through the house, snooping through the rooms for you.

“Bedroom” you called back and waited for him to come.

He came running in, sliding his socks along the hardwood floor.

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be, but you got to promise you won’t just leave me” you made him swear to that, even though he’d break it at some point.

The drive to the rink was the worst part, you had time to think it over. You, who couldn’t skate, surrounded by hockey players, children, and other adults that could skate, you were bound to embarrass yourself. You tried to shake the thought of face planting in front of everyone but you could, but Brock noticed.

“Calm down, you’ll be fine.” He words barely comforted you but it was enough for the two minutes before you made it in the rink.

“What am I doing here Brock, I’m going to die!” You exaggerated, he let out a chuckle.

“No your not”

“How do you know?”

“Because even if I’m not with you, Quinn’ll be” he beamed.

What did he say.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I got Quinn to help teach you.” Brock looked so proud, you were going to kill him.

“You” you pushed your finger against his chest, “are dead to me.”

You knew you were being dramatic but you also knew he knew it was a joke. The smile across his face said so.

“Come on Y/n/n, he’s like the best skater on the team” he bargained.

“hmph” was all you mumbled out before finding a bench and sitting. Brock followed behind you, carry both of yours skates.

“Let me put mine on then I’ll help you” he offered but by some ironic luck, Quinn was there.

“It’s fine Brock I can help her” Quinn offered, Brock quickly accepted for you.

And so you were sitting on a bench, with Quinn at your feet tying your skates, definitely not how you pictured your Sunday going. He stood up, placing his hand out for you.

“Are you ready?” He questioned, no, but nonetheless.

“I guess” you said grabbing his hand, trying to stand. You hadn’t realized how unstable you’d actually be on skates. You almost immediately fell back, but Quinn was faster, he arms wrapping around your waist to stop you.

He let out a small chuckle, helping you stand up completely.

“Do you want to try getting on ice now?”

“God no, but Brock will kill me if I don’t”

So he lead you towards the ice, you could see Brock doing laps, talking to children as they came to him. He made it look so easy. Fuck it, if he could do it you could too.

Quinn skillfully glided on to the ice, you already envied that ability. He took your hand again, helping you to keep steady when you stepped on.

“Okay, just hold my hands we’ll go slow at first” he was so calm and nervous at the same time it almost scared you. But you did as he said, you held his hand, like you life depended on it, and he slowly skated backwards.

“That's good, just copy what I’m doing” so you tried, and you did it the first few times. The was before you caught a divot in the ice.

“Fuck” you said almost falling atop of Quinn, you quickly rolled off him.

“I am so sorry” you were quick to apologize but ur didn’t seem to care, he had a small smile on his face.

“It’s fine. It happens” and with that he got up and helped you up. This time only taking one of your hands, you missed the warmth he gave but wouldn’t dare say that aloud.

“You remember how to push?”

“Yeah”

“Okay do that, it’s the same as before but now you're beside me.” He was so gentle explaining how to push and glide it made you think skating was the easiest thing in the world, you just couldn’t understand.

He let go of your hand, you shook a little bit but we’re soon comfortable. He skated a bit ahead.

“Okay, now skate to me.” He told you. He had so much confidence in your ability, you thought. But you tried.

You made your way over to Quinn, slowly but at least you didn’t fall. Pushing and gliding your feet like he had shown you.

“Perfect” he said once you’d reached him, he took your hand again. He pulled you closer to him and spun. Giggles left your mouth as he did, he thought it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

“Quinn I’m going to get dizzy!”

He slowed so you were just standing in his arms, it was peaceful. All the sound around had faded, it was just you and Quinn in that moment. His eyes stared down into yours, they were so beautiful.

He was so beautiful. That’s all you had figured out, he was gorgeous and you had a crush on him. Unintentionally your eyes darted to his lips, back they were quick to return to his eyes. You saw his eyes look to your lips quick before letting you out if his arms.

“Come on, let’s go get a hot chocolate, then more laps”

A slight disappointment filled you, but you knew Quinn was too good for you. So you skated beside him, still holding his hand, to get off the ice for a drink.

Once you two both had drinks, and had enough of them for the moment he put them beside all your stuff and brought you back on to the ice.

You skated laps beside him, some laps holding his hand, some without. You preferred the laps holding his hand. A shiver ran up your spine, Quinn noticed.

“Here” he said taking off and handing you the hoodie he was wearing.

“No it’s fine, you’ll get cold.”

“Y/n, I basically live on the best ice, I’ll be fine”

You had no argument against that so you took his hoodie, sliding it over your head. It was warm and smelt like him. You just wanted to curl up with it and never leave it.

Quinn’s heart melted at the sight, you in his hoodie, it was definitely too big for you, but he thought it was adorable.

“Y/n” Brock called, skating over before icing both you and Quinn.

“I see you learned to skate” he snickered towards the fact you were now wearing Quinn’s hoodie and holding his hand.

“Shut up”

“She’s actually doing really well” Quinn contributed. Brock just laughed in reply, almost challenging to what Quinn had just said.

You had to admit, you were extremely competitive and petty. So what Brock had did, gave you reason to try and skate better than him.

“I can skate.” You declared. “One lap and you have to admit that I can skate.”

He nodded, you let go of Quinn’s hand and began around. Brock followed beside you, Quinn behind. It was a peaceful lap, until a small child cut in front of you and if u didn’t try to stop you would’ve ran it over.

“Fuck” you mumbled, now sitting on the ice. Brock laughed.

“Oh shut up, that wasn’t even my fault!”

“I know but it was funny” he couldn’t stop laughing, until Quinn nudged him acknowledging the look in your face.

Quinn was quick to help you up, pulling you into his arms while. You hid your face in his chest, knowing they’d seen your reaction to the teasing. They didn’t need to see your reaction again, embarrassment overcoming whatever you were feeling before. Quinn wrapped his arms around you, it was nice. He was warm and smelt good. The urge to nuzzle yourself deeper in his chest was so strong, you made yourself pull away before you could give in.

“I think I’m done for the day.” You said, getting positioned to skate towards the gate.

“No I’m sorry I shouldn’t have laughed, please you were having so much fun with Quinn. Continue on, I’ll go find the team” Brock excused himself before you could deny, your feet were beginning to hurt making you want off the ice anyways.

“Fucker” you whispered under your breath, yet somehow Quinn still heard.

“Do you really want off?” He looked a bit sad, and you knew you couldn’t say no to the kicked-puppy look he had.

“My feet just hurt that’s all”

“If you want we can get off?”

“No it’s okay, let do some more laps”

He smiled, his smile was so pretty, god you were in love. So you did more laps with Quinn, staying on the ice until you had to leave.

Yet again right before getting of the small child appeared to trip you, this time onto Quinn. Your face flushed, now you laying on top of Quinn.

“I am so sorry”

You didn’t even get the extent of your apology out before Quinn kissed you, it shocked you. You froze for a second before melting into him. Your arms found a place around his neck, his wrapping around your waist to keep you on top of him.

You both did have to pull back for air eventually, much to both of yours disappointment. He helped you up from on top of him, on the ice, and pulled you against him again.

“I am so glad you didn’t yell at me” he laughed, placing a kiss on your head.

"Why would've I yelled at you?" A little confused, your tone laced with it.

"I mean I just kissed you, I didn't even ask." he was soft with his words almost embarrassed, you just smiled at him.

"I'd never yell at you, Quinn. I've loved you since we first met."

"Really? That was like three years ago." he seemed shocked, it was a little intimidating, you had to admit.

"I thought I was the only one" he admitted shortly after.

"You've loved me since then too?"

"How could I could I not?" He had a smile on his face, he was practically glowing.

"I love you so much, Quinn"

"I love you so much more"

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #vancouver canucks #nhl imagine #mads writings!

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bugboysgf · 2 years ago

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Hate + Love

Chapter 2

series masterlist

Previous chapter

Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

“Hi, im suppose to be tutoring somebody.” you told the lady at the front desk. The last 2 weeks had been stressful but out of extreme luck you managed to get all A’s but that also meant you had to tutor the people that were not doing so well in school.

“Oh yes, you must be Y/n.”

“I am.” you confirmed.

“Min Ho.” The lady calls his name and he jumps out of his seat.

“You gotta be kidding me.” you look at Min ho and he seems just as surprised as you are. “There has to be some sort of mistake, I can't tutor him.” the lady looks at her computer for a second and looks back at you.

“Sorry but there is a specific note from the teacher saying you can't switch.”

“What? Who wrote that.” you asked.

“It was your math teacher. Take a seat and get started.”

“I can't believe this.” you said sitting down.

“Do you think I want to do this? I have no choice.” Min ho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever can we just get started.”

After two hours tutoring you were done but to you i feel like 5 hours because every 10 minutes you and Min ho were arguing about something different.

“Thank you.” Min Ho says. You look at him in shock, you were never expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“You have manners, I see. Can I get an apology too?” you asked hopefully.

“It happened almost 3 weeks ago, get over it.”

“God you're such a bitch.”

“Takes one to know one.”

—-

“We have Alex next.” Kitty said. “Oh my god we still have to walk up the stairs.” you said, you were tired already and it was only your 2 period.

“Do you want to go to a ramen place after the 5th period?” Kitty asked.

“Im Pretty sure I don't have to tutor today, so yes.”

“How is it? By the way, you are still not getting along.”

“Nope now i have to sit with him in alex class, because he wont let me change seats.” you rolled your eyes.

“Dude you have 4 months left until winter break, at least try to stop hating each other.”

“He's the problem, not me, he won't apologize. He said thank you yesterday when i tutored him but that's it.” you explained to Kitty. You honestly don't think that you and Minho would get along every chance he gets to make fun of you. He's gonna take it and you're tired of it.

“The problem is that you are both stubborn.” Kitty grabs the handle of the door and lets you into the class, she gives you a ‘be nice look’ and takes a seat.

You walked over to your seat and to your surprise Min Ho was already sitting down, he was always late. You take a seat and don't say a word to him.

“No greeting?” he asked

“What do you want?” you say in a cold tone.

“Woah, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” he smirks.

“I just don't have time for your bullshit today.”

Lucky Alex didn't have you guys do anything with your partner work today you didnt think you could handle it anyways.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them into your backpack.

“y/n?” you stopped in your tracks and looked at the guy that called your name. Minho also stopped and looks at him.

“Yes?” you look at him confused. You've never seen this guy in your life and you had no idea why he was talking to you.

“I'm Derek, I was just trying to see if i can get your number.” you look around to see if anybody was watching and behind him were his friends waiting to see your next move. You didn't want to seem stuck up or anything, so you just smiled and typed your number into his phone.

“Great, I'll text you.”

“Cool” you watch him walk away and turn to Min ho. “And why did you stay?”

“What does he want with you?” “What do you mean?”you asked, confused.

“His dad is literally a millionaire.”

“I honestly dont give two fuck about that.” you said.

“It had to be a dare.” Min ho shook his head.

“Oh really? Just because an attractive guy asked for my number that means it has to be a dare?” you said offended. Min ho knew he messed up, he always jokes around but he knew that what he said really affected you.

“That's not-”

“Save it.” you walked away.

—

For the next few weeks you continue talking to Derek, you thought he would be a jerk but turns out he wasn't. He was really nice and listened.

“Where are you going?” Min ho asked Q. “Oh the nature club is having a hike today.” Q said, putting on his shoes.

“Great i'll come” Min ho got up from the couch. “You can't.” Q said.

“Why?” “Club members only.” “Dude i went last time.” Q stayed silent and didn't say anything. “Unless you don't want me to go for some reason?” “It's not that I don't want you to go, it's just that y/n and Derek are going to be there and I don't want you messing it up for her. She told me what you said when he asked for her number.” Q confessed.

“That's not what I meant, I tried to tell her that.”

“You should have said it in the first place, are you jealous or something?” Q asked.

“What no… no”

“Yup that sounds so convincing.”

“I don't like her, I hate her.”

“You know, you can hate and love somebody at the same time.” Q said shutting the door.

Min ho stood there thinking there's no way that he loves y/n? He hates her too much.

#minho #min ho x reader #min ho x y/n #min ho x kitty #min ho #short story #neflix #Netflix x reader #xo kitty x reader #xo kitty #xo kitty fanfic #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys series #sang heon lee x reader #sang heon lee

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 month ago

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Can I get more Ponyboy and Darry getting along hc’s

no actually u cant, i killed pony off screen and darrys never seeing him again

•darry doesnt smoke, but sometimes he just has it in his mouth and accidentally chews on it jusssttttt a tad bit. bc he didnt smoke it he gives it to pony and ponys staring at the teethmarks, will he drop it???? NO hes a smoke addict he smokes it like a MAN

•darry once took pony w him on one of his water skiing trips, let me tell u first AND LAST times pony went, pony didnt wanna ski but darry was telling him its alright, 10 minutes late pony face palmed into the water and his wholleeeee front part of the body was red he hit that water HARD. didnt help darry and his friends were laughing a lil

•adult pony toootttalllyyy has a pic of darry in his wallet, its the other half to the pic darry has of pony in his wallet!!! soda thinks its so cute and loves stealing their wallets to connect them, but darry and pony r embarrassed

•bc darry spent most of his adult hood acting like a parent more than anything, when ponys FINALLY an adult thatssss when darry rlly starts acting like a brother, hes basically catching up on all the stupid things siblings r “supposed to do when theyre younger” aka telling ponys hes adopted

•and yknow what??? ponys gotta appreciate the time darrys wait to do that stupid prank, he even used the ”i didnt wanna tell u that when u were youger after all u went through so im telling u this now” line

•yknow darrys not that bad of an artist, hes not picasso now, aint gettin no awards any time soon, but ponys seen his work and likes it, so to darry, thats enough for him. thank god pony hasnt seen the drawings hes done of him though, landscapes r darrys thing, faces???? notttt so much

•darry still has his football uniform and he hasnt washed the short bit in theeee longest time bc he let pony write on it w sharpie and he doesnt want that washed out, everyone has written in that jersey but he always pays attention to what pony wrote cause thats one of the last times darrys rlly talked to pony as a brother and not a parent

•same thing w pony and his track uniform, what darry wrote is faded bc pony has a habit if just pouring water on himself after his meets/competitions and its hard to read bc of the color of it, but pony knows its there and that motivated him

•i have such a specific memory of being hit DIRECTLY in the ear w a football and im giving that memory to pony, it was a DIRECT hit too, literal bullseye. darry hot pony on accident and while he was taking care of pony, they were both thinking “my god what a good arm”

•the gang learning gymnastics was a mistake, like a genuine mistake, it started off as darry wanting to teach pony how to do a simple handstand but soda and steve walked in, and demanded to learn too, then it snowballed. earlier though pony busted his lip trying out the handstand and he will foreverrrrr blame darry, darry said he was holding his feet only for him to let go and ponys arm placement to not b so good

#darry curtis #darrel curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis

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pixthefuckup · 1 month ago

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things that happened to me that i think hatchetfield teens would experience

richie: got chosen as a throwaway member for a sports team in gym and ended up being the goalie. i had an entire sports anime arc with these guys (the captain learned how to develop and delegate better, the strikers were foils of each other with one learning to be more smooth while the other learned to be more aggressive, the midfielder realized that he was super important and his good stamina wasn't the only reason he got the role, and i learned to stop doubting myself, how to use all my experience to realize flaws in the other team, and go for it) we were literally a thrown together team because the captain just wanted the role for more credit. we somehow won the entire tournament.

ruth: im in a theatre group that makes its own original play through january to february. now, the plays are always hitting and they're incredibly. but... each time i improvised a random filler line, it ended up getting stuck in the show no matter how bad it was. i was performing night after night the same shitty "we're friends! friends are supposed to tell each other things!" because i couldn't figure out how to start an argument weeks ago and nobody could either apparently. i mean, i apparently got laughs but i couldn't hear shit over the rushing embarrassment in my ears. i can commit to the bit but not without internally dying ig

either side of potseed: i got high once in a park surrounded by theatre kids and instead of being chill or dazed, like i imagined, i started yapping about dante's inferno and fanfiction, their connections to each other, and then their connections to the veil and reaching past human life to things unable to be held but yet taken as precious things to be obsessed over and analyzed. mind you, it sounded incoherent af because i was high. this was also my first time getting high (if this sounds familiar and you follow me NO IT DOESN'T HAHAHA I NEVER USED THIS EXPERIENCE FOR ANOTHER FANDOM) steph: had a 10 minute compilation of me tweaking out over essays i did not give a single fuck about until deadline day (all the videos were in timelapse) bc i thought it was funny (i eventually deleted it for storage but im sure i can recreate it this year since it's my junior year) pete: i once managed to get the tea about my entire middle school hierarchy and secret dynamics because i had been sat at the table of two popular kids who didn't notice me. so while they were gossiping, i was sitting there, quietly doing math and also listening in. i was a goddamn master at multitasking. ziggs: me and my friend were trying to get weed so we followed a stranger who promised to lead us to a shop where he would buy the weed for us (dumb idea i know). instead, we got a bunch of lies about his backstory, an entire lecture on buying weed a certain way, and then he guilttripped me. thankfully, my friend got us out. we ran back to our group and we lied to them about all the shops being closed because it was too crazy and too embarrassing to admit what actually happened. hannah: my family has weird psychic experiences. it's really long to explain in detail but essentially: my grandaunt could hear ghosts and have dreams convening with spirits as well. my mom could have odd dreams and convene with people, whether overseas or dead. my brother used to see ghosts and predict the future. short example: he once told my dad their airplane home would break down. he was right. he forgot his experiences and abilities as he grew up. (the lex to my hannah fr fr) as for me, i could see past demons and had weird companions to warn me. the story's a bit long when properly told but tl:dr: white bear tried warning me of demon dad, i didn't listen, had to try and see past demon dad to get to real one. demon dad was standing in front of regular dad. i manage to walk through demon dad (freezing btw) and hug regular dad. white bear sees this as i go back to sleep on the pull out couch with dad, thumbs up.

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bradshawssugarbaby · 1 year ago

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Timeless - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: Literally my first attempt at a fic in forever so bare with me, but I had this idea and I couldn't not do it. Also definitely inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift in a way so don't mind me.

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining. lots of fluff. mild angst if you squint.

word count: 2.6k

The cool, crisp November air tickled the back of your neck as you walked down the street, orange, red and yellow leaves peppering the sidewalks, the smells of autumn air filling your nose. You frowned as you zipped your jacket up further to cover you better, the breeze sending a shiver down you. The streets were buzzing with people out and about to finish their preparations for Thanksgiving. It was still a week or so away, but, no one leaves anything to the last minute around here, especially not when it comes to homemade pies and cornbread dressing. The smell of fresh brewing coffee swirled around you as you made your way closer to your favourite local bake shop, enveloping your senses as you walked. You stopped as something - someone caught your eye. You froze in your steps as you peered in the window of the bakery, and you almost gasped in surprise at who you saw standing in line to order. A tall man, with neatly styled dark blonde hair, wire framed glasses, and the most stunning blue eyes you’d ever seen - it had to be him.

Suddenly, he turned and saw you, a large smile on his face as he waved, as if he’d just seen his long lost best friend. In a way, he had.

Robert Floyd had been your neighbour growing up, his house was two doors down from your parents - a pretty Victorian-Queen Anne style home that sat on the corner of the street. His mother had always kept her garden looking immaculate, like something out of a home and garden magazine. He was the youngest of three kids, with an older brother and older sister who were both outgoing and popular in school - Robert had always been shy and more reserved than his siblings.

You moved in when you were 6, just getting ready to start the school year in a new town, terrified of your own shadow. The first thing you noticed when you’d moved in, was the Floyd house and its picturesque landscape. That, and the adorable boy around your own age who’d been playing out front, and waved shyly when he saw you through the back window of your parents’ car as you drove past. For the next 12 years, you and Robert Floyd, or Bobby as you’d always called him, had been best friends - practically inseparable friends, in fact. You did everything together possible. From bike rides to church on Sundays to trick-or-treating to sports teams, everything you could do together, you did. It was as though you couldn’t function as a child without Bobby by your side, and vice versa.

That all changed when Bobby decided to enter the Navy when he turned 18. It was the first time you wouldn’t be going to school together, and the first time since you’d met that he couldn’t be by your side if you needed him. He was leaving you, and you couldn’t help but feel some resentment towards him for it. You’d wanted to tell him the day you graduated high school that you loved him, you’d wanted to beg him to stay or take you with him wherever he was heading, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something inside you had told you that it was futile - he’d always wanted to join the military, since the day you met him, and when you were 10 and he’d joined a Navy League Cadet Corps group, it was like fate had decided what he was going to do in life right then and there. You knew that no amount of love in the world shared between you two would have stopped him, and you also knew that he’d never let you give up on your own aspirations to follow him wherever he went.

As you walked into the coffee shop, you were captivated by the smell of freshly baked pastries and roasted coffee beans, but everything around you seemed to freeze when you saw him in person - as if the whole world came to a complete standstill at that moment. God, you missed him. You didn’t even realize just how much you’d missed him over the last decade or so it’d been since you’d graduated. He rarely came back to South Carolina for visits, and you hadn’t exactly spent a ton of time in your hometown since college either, but in this moment, it was as if fate had decided again - you needed one another.

“Kristen? Kristen Taylor, is that you?” His voice sounded the exact same, as if nothing had changed about him in the last 10 or so years. In fact, he even looked the same as he had when you’d graduated high school, even the frames of his glasses had remained the same.

“Bobby? Wow, it’s been years! It’s so nice to see you,” You smiled fondly as he gently placed one of his large, firm hands on your arm, as if he wasn’t sure a hug was appropriate after so long.

“It’s been too long. Do you have a moment? We could sit and catch up for a few minutes, if you want to? I feel like we lost touch for some reason when I shipped out to training, and I feel like I missed a lot.” He nods sheepishly, almost as if he’s making an admission of guilt.

“I think I can spare a few minutes,” You nod slowly, smiling as you met his deep blue eyes, “I’m home visiting from New York and just wanted to take it all in, you know? I don’t really have an agenda for today.”

“Perfect,” Robert nods his head as he points to an empty booth by the window, “I’ll wait here for you while you order.”

A few moments later, coffee in hand, you’re sitting opposite him just like you’d done so many times in this very coffee shop when you were teenagers, sipping sweet teas together while sharing a freshly baked cookie or two. He smiled as he set his coffee down and laughed softly, shaking his head as he spoke.

“What have you been up to? You said you’ve been in New York? Like the city? That’s awesome,” He appears completely invested in hearing everything you’ve been up to since he last saw you.

“Well,” you began to unravel your recent past to him, or as much as you felt comfortable disclosing. You weren’t quite ready to share how you’d had failed relationship after failed relationship since you turned 18, unable to find any man who could compare to him or his sweet demeanor. You didn’t want to tell him that your last relationship ended mercifully as you prepared to walk down the aisle with your ex, and how you got cold feet a few months before the plans were finalized, but didn’t know why that was until today. You had told your ex you just weren’t ready - which wasn’t entirely untrue, but until Bob reentered your life a few minutes ago, it hadn’t dawned on you why you weren’t ready. In reality, it was because no one could ever be Bob. No one could ever give you butterflies like he had, or make you blush when he kissed you on the cheek after asking you to dance at homecoming when you were 15, or hold your hand so protectively as you said goodbye to him when he left for California.

Instead, you told him how you’d gone to NYU for journalism, how you’d entered the field and loved it instantly, how writing was your passion and you loved it so, and you told him how you’d landed the ideal position, working for a major news network writing copy and scripts for the on-air hosts to read off of, working your way up the corporate food chain to make yourself a producer. You told Bob how New York winters were biting cold at times, but how the freshly fallen snow was almost romantic, and how the sight of Central Park at Christmas was stunning, no movie could do it justice. You told him how you adored the way New York had become like a second home to you, how you felt like you’d found the perfect place for you to thrive, something you’d always struggled with growing up in a small town in the south.

Robert nodded his head as you spoke, showing deep interest in your every word and thought as you spoke. He never took his gaze away from you and never once appeared bored or as though his mind was elsewhere as you spoke - he was complete invested and hung up on your every word. When you finished, he smiled and sipped his coffee before leaning back slightly in the booth, his eyes widening slightly, the way they often had when you were growing up and he’d been impressed by something he’d read or seen.

“Wow, you’ve done pretty well for yourself then, I’d say.” He laughs softly, “I haven’t been up to nearly as much, just different tours of duty with the navy, I became a Lieutenant, and became a Naval Weapons Systems Officer, graduated from the Top Gun program, where the top like, 1% of all pilots get called up to. I then joined a task force and did a few more missions with them. I’m still on that task force, but I applied for a leave because it’s been so long since I’ve been home and I haven’t taken a leave in probably,” Robert hums for a moment as he thinks, his cheeks turning red as he speaks, “Honestly? Probably four years. My parents and siblings usually either come to me in California, or I go to my brother’s house in Texas. I don’t often need to come here, but this year my mama wanted to host Thanksgiving, so I opted to come home.”

You noticed that, as Robert spoke, he couldn’t help but keep his focus entirely on you. It was like he was studying your every feature, in case he never got to see them again. The look in his eyes suggested that he never wanted to forget anything about you, as if he was scared that if he didn’t analyze every freckle, every hair on your head and every word that escaped your lips, he’d lose you. Like you’d fade away again, into nothing more than a distant memory. His cheeks continued to blush as he realized he’d been staring at you for longer than he had intended. He shook his head and let out another laugh, this one sounding strained, as if he was trying to cover up any awkwardness that may have arisen because of him.

“You know, I really am glad we ran into each other again,” he nodded slowly. “You know, you’re still the only person who calls me Bobby. Nowadays, I’m always Bob or Robert, if you’re my parents,” he smiles fondly as he mentions the nickname you’ve called him since the day you met him. You decided that hot August afternoon that Bobby just suited him better. He agreed, and despite his mother’s protests that his name was Robert - it stuck. He was always Bobby to you, and he always would be.

“Is that so? No other girls have thought to nickname you Bobby as a pet name?” You laughed as you raised an eyebrow before sipping your coffee. You found it hard to believe that he’d never found anyone else. A man as loving and affectionate as Bobby wasn’t something you found every day, you’d learned. In the past decade, you hadn’t managed to do it, despite your best efforts.

You’d never found a man who matched him perfectly - his sweet personality, his soft spoken nature, his deep baritone voice, his laugh, the way he always protected you fiercely, but yet, always encouraged you to do whatever made you happy, and whatever you felt was best. You’d never met someone who’d rather die for you than ever see you upset. You’d yet to meet another man who’d wiped your tears when you were heartbroken or cuddle up and watch your favourite movie with you over and over again until you smiled when you were having a bad day, or meet another man who made your mother comment with, “Kristen, boys like him don’t come around too often.”. Bobby would always and forever be the only man who could meet all those expectations.

You knew it was unfair of you, and until today, you didn’t even know why you were doing it, but no man could ever be Bobby. You’d rather spend the rest of your life alone than with anyone who wasn’t him, you’d come to notice. You just prayed he felt the same way, or that you at least could convince him that he did before he went back to California, whenever that was.

“Nah, come on now, Krissy,” he chuckled as he used his nickname he’d always reserved for you growing up, “You know I’d never meet another girl who I’d let call me that. We could have been apart for 40 years instead of 10, and I still wouldn’t have let anyone else call me Bobby. That’s always been your thing for me. It wouldn’t feel right if someone else called me that, you know?”

“I do. I feel the same about being called Krissy. I don’t think anyone’s called me that since you left,” you nodded slowly as you let out a soft sigh, looking down at the now empty coffee cup on the table in front of you.

“Krissy?” He said softly, his hand reaching across the table to touch yours ever so gently.

“Mhmm?” You hummed, not wanting to meet his gaze out of fear that one look at him right now would make you crumble and burst into hysterical tears.

“You know, I’ve really enjoyed seeing you. Do you think we could see each other again before I go back to base? I leave on Monday, I’m only here for 5 days, unfortunately,” he said quietly, gently holding your hand across the table. You can sense he has more he wants to say, but it’s like he’s struggling to get the words out.

“I think we can make that work, maybe after Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, we could go for a walk? Our folks still live two houses away from one another, so it’s not like we’ll be too far away from each other for the next few days. It’ll be just like old times.” You confirm, nodding your head reassuringly, trying not to seem too eager or excited at the prospect of seeing him every day for the next five days.

“Sounds good,” Robert smiled warmly as he stood up from the booth, looking down at you with an excited happiness about him, “I’ll come knock on your door after dinner tomorrow then, we can go for a walk like we used to as kids, just enjoy being outside and all that.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” you laugh as you shake your head, standing from your seat.

You smiled softly to yourself as you watched Robert head outside, walking down the street past the window of the coffee shop, his navy quarter zip sweater and dark wash denim jeans suiting him perfectly. You bit your lip to hold back a grin as he walked away. You had five days to work up the courage to tell him how you felt. Five short days. You weren’t sure how you were going to do it, but you were certain about one thing - Bob wasn’t leaving South Carolina without you this time.

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☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 10)

✨ bangchan x reader (f), jungkook x reader (f)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t checked out the previous chapters!

✨wc: ~11k

✨ friends to lovers? love triangle? obsession? angst and smut??? fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time, smut!!!! 🔞

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Previous Chapter Recap:

Anna came strolling into the room and made her way behind you.

She cleared her throat before she began speaking. “I mean clearly you guys have made up and all, but are you sure you aren’t moving on from everything else too quickly?” She looked serious.

“What do you mean? It’s just a gift basket. I mean it’s sweet, but it’s not like I’m in an exclusive relationship with this man or something.”

“No, I know. It’s just… I mean do we trust him? I’m not doubting your judgement, it’s just… you trust him enough to give him our hotel and room number?”

Oh fuck.

“I didn’t.”

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Y/N’s POV:

You watched in shock as Anna’s face dropped slightly. She you both sat still for a few moments, heart starting to beat faster.

“Call him,” Anna said, angry tone in her voice pushing through.

“What?” you asked, confused. Surely you should just block his number, right?

“Call. Him.” she said through gritted teeth.

You knew better than to cross Anna when she was irate. You quickly fumbled your passcode into your phone before clicking on his contact and pressing the call button. What the hell?

Huffing out through her nose, Anna snatched the phone from your hand, holding it in front of her while beginning to pace back and forth between the beds.

“Hello,” you heard from a sugar-sweet voice on the other line. Jungkook seemed to be in quite a pleasant mood. Even more pleasant now that you were calling him, probably to thank him for his kind gift.

“How the fuck do you know where we’re staying?!” Anna yelled into the phone, wasting no time with formalities. The rage emanating from her was unmistakable.

“Huh? What? Y/N, is this you?” you heard Jungkook ask sheepishly from the other side, obviously taken aback by the sudden beratement.

“How. the fuck. do you know. Where we’re staying?” Anna asked, emphasizing each word as her aggravation rose.

“Is this Anna? I’m confused. How do I know where you’re staying?… Y/N literally told me when we were on our date. I’m sorry, should I not have sent anything? I’m sorry if I overstepped some boundaries… I didn’t mean to,” he trailed off. Although he did sound genuine, you pondered if there was a slight dread in his voice.

Anna looked at you with a questioning stare, as if she was waiting for you to rebuttle. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

‘I don’t remember mentioning the hotel…’ you thought. But then again, you weren’t sure that you hadn’t. I mean, things like that come up for sure, but would you have remembered it? Something that would have been such a minute detail to you at the time? Did you just have “nervous brain” going on and sputter words together that you’d black out around and have no remembrance of later?

“I don’t… I don’t know,” you whispered humbly to Anna, beginning to twiddle your thumbs nervously as your brain tried to play out each prior conversation in your head.

Anna quickly got the point and stumbled to regain her argument. “Oh really? And what did she say about it?” She’d do anything to try to catch him in the lie.

“Well,” Jungkook started nervously on the other line. If Anna was good at anything, it was making people nervous in make-or-break situations. No wonder she was going to be the leader. “She was talking about how the hotel she was staying at was really nice and foreigner friendly. And how it wasn’t far from the JYPE building, so it made getting places pretty easy… I asked her if it was the Edison since I’d heard a lot of English-speaking foreigners like to stay there. I don’t know how… Is Y/N there? Can I talk to her?”

Anna raised a brow to you, looking for an answer on what she should tell him. To lie or not to lie. To block his numebr or to berate him. To listen to him or reject him.

But after hearing it, you did remember having that conversation. Well, bits and pieces of it at least. You remembered talking about the hotel, but what exactly was mentioned was a bit fuzzy. Your mind contorted in all kinds of shapes trying to piece together what was discussed about it. Eventually, you gingerly reached your hand out to take the phone from Anna’s grasp. She rolled her eyes as she hesitantly gave it up.

“Hey,” you said lowly into the speaker, feeling a bit embarrassed now.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Did you not remember that you told me you were staying there? Do you still not trust me?” He sounded wounded. Like this conversation was the last thing he’d expected that night.

Hearing the hurt in his voice absolutely broke you. Because you did remember that conversation, just not in the heat of the moment. Maybe you were so caught up in your own head, and Anna’s head, that you went jumping to conclusions again… like you always did. Maybe this whole time, you’d just thought it was too good to be true. Maybe you just subconsciously wanted to self-sabotage to make any sense of the situation you were in with an idol.

Jungkook had done nothing to you. Maybe being in a place at an unexpected time, but that was literally it. This man never tried to hurt you. He was ATTENTIVE, that’s all. He sent you a fucking gift basket, and this is what he had to show for it? You felt so horrible.

“No, no, I’m sorry.. I do trust you! It’s just when Anna asked me if I’d told you where we were staying, I blanked. I think I was just nervous on our first date, and I don’t really remember everything I said to you. I vaguely do remember talking about it though once you mentioned it. I’m sorry I didn’t remember sooner... I don’t want you to think that I don’t really appreciate your gift.”

“Well I didn’t think that last part,” he chuckled lightly after a few seconds.

Anna quickly sprang over to position herself right in front of the phone. “How’d you know our room number then, huh? Did she tell you that too?!” she derogated, obviously wanting to prove herself correct.

“Of course not. I just called the front desk and explained who I was and that I needed it delivered to the room where Y/F/N Y/L/N and Anna were staying… When it’s a bag full of treats, people don’t usually question that.”

“Oh and people don’t usually question a celebrity either, do they?” Anna shot back, her voice full of malice.

“Anna!” you butted in, giving her an expression to stop going any further. “Please…” you asked lowly, eyes silently begging her to back away.

“Fine, fine. Whatever. Thanks Jungkook for the snacks,” she said sarcastically as she walked away from the phone.

You looked at her with pursed lips. ‘Really?’ your face said.

“I don’t trust him,” she mouthed through gritted teeth.

“Well I do, so please be nice,” you replied quietly, covering the speaker of the phone with your hand.

“If you say so,” she mumbled, turning to walk into the other room.

“I’m sorry,” you quietly admitted to Jungkook on the other end of the line.

“No, I mean, I get it. It’s definitely a… weird situation to be in?” He laughed a bit, and you could tell he was nervous. Flustered even?

“It is, but just so we’re clear, I’m all good. I just didn’t really remember what was going on. And I really, really appreciate you sending me that and just sticking it out with me in general… No more crazy freak outs from now on, I promise.” You breathed out a big breath.

You heard him laugh through the speaker. “Don’t worry, I’ll always prove myself if you need it.” You felt your heart swell up at his words. “And hopefully the more I get to see you, the fewer freak outs you’ll have to have, right? I just want you to be able to feel comfortable around me.”

“No, I think I’ll be just fine. Every time I’m with you, I feel great. I… think I should see you more,” you flirted lightly, smiling to yourself.

“I think so too.” You could tell he was reciprocating that smile on the other side. “Can I still bring you lunch tomorrow? I won’t take up too much time, I promise. I just really want to see you.”

You kicked your feet back and forth, like an elementary school student with a new crush. “Yes you can,” you said with butterflies in your stomach. “How about you come inside the JYPE lobby instead of meeting me outside? It’d just be a bit easier. And maybe less public.”

“Whatever you think, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart,’ you swooned.

“Okay, well text me tomorrow then, and I’ll let you know when I know something,” you said softly.

“I text you first thing. Goodnight. Sleep tight,” he drew his words out to sound cute.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite,” you finished while giggling again. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Neither of you hung up for a few seconds, as you took a deep breath, enjoying the moment. Finally, you hit the red “End Call” button and placed your phone down on the bedside table. You gave yourself a few moments to collect your thoughts. The thoughts from your overly mushy, possibility-stricken brain.

As Anna walked in, you felt yourself perk up. “Just trust me on this… please,” you said, wanting to avoid any other conversation about the ordeal.

Anna stared at you for a moment, tough look on her face, but her eyes filled with love nonetheless. She plopped down to sit on the bed next to you. “I will try. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Mentally or physically,” she accelerated.

“Anna,” you rolled your eyes upward, annoyed.

“Okay, okay fine. I will try. Because I love you,” she reached out and grabbed your hand. “More than any man ever can. Remember that, okay?” She looked into your eyes. “You are my absolute best friend in the world. If anyone hurts you, they hurt me. I’ll always be here for you, and I will always ALWAYS do what I can to trust you and back you up.”

You felt your eyes start to tear up a tiny bit.

“I’m so glad I have you,” you leaned in to hug her. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” she said quietly before pulling back from the hug. A quick little smirk came across her face. “We don’t know what I’ll be like starting as leader tomorrow. You may not be able to stand me,” she said sarcastically.

You smiled as you shook your head. “As long as you don’t go getting a big head.”

“I won’t if you won’t, Miss VISUAL.”

“Oh whateverrrrrr,” you said while playfully pushing her away. She couldn’t help but to let out a few laughs.

After the two of you were done with your banter, you tucked yourselves in and turned the lights out. With dreams of Jungkook in your head, and all that could be, you finally slept in peace.

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Chan’s POV:

Chan jumped a bit as he heard his phone alarm begin to blare out at him. 1:05 PM. He was supposed to meet Changbin for lunch at a restaurant around the corner.

With a sigh, Chan saved the file on his laptop that he’d been working on, taking out his earbuds and closing them up in his case. He hastily stored his belongings in their usual spot.

Today had already been a long day. A long, draining day.

Chan was in a slump, and he knew that. Tuesdays always sucked for him, but this one was different. He could barely get work done, barely sleep, barely eat (one of the major reasons Changbin was borderline making him have lunch with him). This was an important time for him, and he needed to snap out of it. Not only did he have deadlines coming up for his own projects, but he was meant to partake in Everyday Idol as well as be a mentor to someone he didn’t particularly like. The stress on top of the combination of everything else had him feeling like… for lack of better words, shit.

Chan rubbed his face a couple of times before shaking his hair and springing to the elevator.

Some people grew up scared of elevators, but not Chan. No, in fact, when he was a little boy, he loved elevators. He remembered a time when he couldn’t contain his excitement and began jumping up and down- he couldn’t have been more than 5 years old, feeling the springiness and give that the floor had once he landed on impact. He thought to his mom’s subsequent scolding thereafter, how it “wasn’t safe.” But that was the exact opposite of how Chan had felt. Inside the elevator, he was inclosed in his own little world, safely tucked away into an area that was all his to play around. The movement he felt while inside was just an addition to his fun. He felt not danger, but adventure. Of being able to define gravity. But stil, so so safe and cocooned in.

Stepping now inside of the elevator again, he wished he could find that same feeling.

But instead, life happens. As Chan descended, floor after floor, he was content with picking at his nails. He was so close to getting the hangnail off the side of his left thumb. But as he toyed with it, it got more and more red. It turned hot. It burned even. Was it worth it? To feel all of those emotions just for that little ounce of relief? Would it even give him relief or would it hurt more?

As he walked into the lobby, he had to ask himself that same question. Jungkook was stood in the opposite corner of the room… with you. He felt his ears go red immediately, feeling as if all the blood in his body automatically rushed upward. The blood followed into his face, being backed up by the shaking feeling he started to experience in his chest. He clenched his fists, focusing on the sensation of the burn in his thumb instead of whatever burning was happening in his heart and in his mind.

He felt his muscles tense as he walked past. He was stiff as a board, but he knew better than to let his head turn your direction. Pretending he didn’t see either of you would be the best course of action.

With his head held high, Chan made his way past both you and Jungkook as quickly as he could without seeming desperate or being noticed. Not today. He didn’t have it in him today.

Eyes fixated on the door, he was only a few strides away.

“Chan! Hey man!” Chan stopped in his tracks as he heard a call from a few feet away. Jungkook’s voice would forever play as a haunting echo in the back of his mind… Now, knowing what he knows.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning around, ready to put on his best face.

“Ahh hey,” he waved back slightly, but had no intentions of walking closer.

‘Avert situation. You gotta go,’ he thought.

“I’m late to meet up for lunch right now, but talk to you later?” Chan said, totally ignoring that you were standing there.

“Yeah, for sure. Let’s hang out. I’ll text you?” Jungkook asked, sounding friendly as ever… and oblivious.

“Sounds good mate,” Chan strained out before turning on his heels to hastily get out the door.

He took a deep exhale in and out of his nose once he hit the outdoor air. He would say fresh, outdoor air, but who was he kidding? It’s Seoul. The air is never gonna be that fresh.

He just wished he could avoid you. Anything having to do with you and with Jungkook. It wasn’t even strong anger anymore that he felt, but more of like a numbness. Not the kind that stops you from feeling your face. This kind… oh this kind was much worse. It was a gnawing numbness. One that you knew was slowly eating at you, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. He knew it could consume his soul- eat into every aspect of his life until he felt nothing for anyone anymore. All he could do was try to fight it. Try.

‘Whatever,’ he thought.

He walked with his head down until he was around the corner, popping into one of the boys’ favorite lunch spots. They’d been going here since the beginning of their trainee days. It was cheap, delicious, and most importantly quiet and tucked-away. As Chan pried the door open, he found Changbin already sat at a table toward the back of the restaurant. He tried his best to perk up by the time he reached his friend.

“You order yet?” Chan asked, taking his seat.

“Nope, not yet. Was waiting on you. Where have you been?” Changbin asked, leaning over onto one elbow.

“Sorry. I was working on a track. I’m just not able to get anything good right now,” Chan huffed as he let his head roll around his neck, working out any pent-up kinks.

“Well…” Changbin trailed off for a second, looking for the right words. “Are you good right now?”

Chan was taken aback by his directness. Bin’s eyes were wide, waiting for a response. Or at least the opportunity to gage an emotion.

“Yeah bro, I’m fine,” Chan got out, clearing his throat.

Changbin let his eyes roll off to the side. “Look, you and I both know you aren’t fine.” He lowered his voice. “Don’t think I didn’t hear you still up working on something last night at like 4 AM. You only do that when something is bothering you. What is it? Is it y/n?”

Chan’s face dropped, but he continued sternly. “No, I said it’s fine.”

“I saw the pictures Dispatch put out... Other people may not have recognized her, but you and I both know. Is that what this is about? I haven’t seen you act normal since, and I’m worried about you.”

“Whatever she has going on with Jungkook is whatever. It’s none of my business and it’s not my place to care.”

“Well, it obviously is your place to care. And mine too, considering.” Changbin stared at him, eyebrows raising up. He tempted Chan to lie again. To say he had no investment in you. To pretend like everything was fine. That this whole situation wasn’t eating him alive. To be okay with knowing a whole truth that you had no clue about…. And that ate Chan up.

The two men just stared at each other until Chan finally gave in.

“What do you want me to say, Bin? You want me to ask like ‘Hey so are you two fucking or? Do you have a relationship and care about each other? What do you guys like about each other that you keep hanging out? Jungkook why don’t you tell her what the actual truth is?’… Like I don’t want to fucking know, okay?! Now please, don’t bring it up again. I’m done talking about it.” Chan knew he needed to stop.

But Changbin didn’t. “Well can you at least speak to y/n like a normal fucking human being then please? Don’t try to run away every time she moves in your goddamn direction! Well that, or act tough and annoyed when she’s anywhere near you. She’s still my trainee and you’re making things weird.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chan muttered defensively.

“She literally asked me today if you were avoiding her… She thinks you’re her friend. She tries to talk to you and you won’t let her. And I can’t just explain that you have a massive crush on her and are pissed she’s going out with your friend… She probably thinks you hate her dude.”

“I don’t hate her,” Chan scoffed. “I’m just not entertaining her or this whole situation. She’s not gonna get any special treatment.”

“You and I both know this isn’t about any ‘special treatment.’ At least act like a decent human being please. Quit acting like an asshole. You can have a normal conversation,” Changbin stiffly replied.

“I’m trying, okay? But I’m not going out of my way to talk to her.”

“Whatever, just sort this out. I’m sick of feeling the tension on both sides.”

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Y/N’s POV:

You smiled sweetly as Jungkook handed you a two plastic bags full of to-go containers. There had to be at least 4 different boxes.

“This sure seems like a lot of food for one person,” you half-laughed.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I just got a few of my favorites. I thought you could share with Anna too. Maybe cushion the blow from her yesterday a little too, huh?” He joked, starting to look a bit nervous.

‘Yeah, she was a bit harsh.’

“Well that’s very sweet. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it, even if she won’t say so… And I really appreciate it too,” you grinned.

“No need to thank me. After all, it meant I got to see you. I’d buy you lunch every day if that was my prize.”

You blushed, looking down unsure of what to say. He was a fucking charmer, that’s for sure.

“Then feel free to stop by any time,” you leaned into him. “I don’t think anyone would mind.” You flashed another toothy smile.

“I’ll try to remember that,” he smiled back.

Suddenly from the corner of your eyes, you noticed an all-black figure walking by quickly. By the walk, there was no mistaking it was Chan. He’d always had this very distinct walk. You’d noticed it the first day you met him. He hunched his shoulders over slightly, letting his arms dangle low while he took wide strides. You’d recognize it anywhere.

By the sudden turn of Jungkook’s head, you knew he’d noticed him too. “Chan! Hey man!” Jungkook called out, happy to catch his friend.

You wanted to tell Jungkook to stop. To not even bother. Chan was in some sort of rut, and even if he’d talk to Jungkook, you being there would just make it awkward. You didn’t know what you’d said that night to make him want to avoid your very existence, but here you were. ‘Please god no,’ you said to Jungkook mentally.

“Ahh hey,” you heard Chan respond back. ‘Cool, so he’s still acting normal to everyone but me. Theory confirmed.’

As he made slight eye contact with you, he immediately flicked his eyes back up to Jungkook’s face, not acknowledging your presence.

“I’m late to meet up for lunch right now, but talk to you later?” Chan continued.

‘Thank fucking god. Please get out of this awkward situation.’

“Yeah, for sure. Let’s hang out. I’ll text you?” Jungkook asked.

“Sounds good mate,” Chan responded before heading out.

You stood for a few moments in silence, Jungkook waiting for you to say something.

“He ignored me… again,” you said, huffing out a bit.

“Wh- I didn’t know you two were ever friendly,” Jungkook said a bit hesitantly.

“Yeah, I mean, I thought we were… He helped me a lot through this process with giving me tips and stuff. And, I don’t know, he was a good person to rant to about things. I felt like we had a lot in common, so he was easy to talk to. But this week, he’s literally gone out of his way to not talk to me. I’ve tried and every time, I’ve been given short answers or head nods. Or he acts like he doesn’t want to be there at all,” you said, face full of perplexity. “But you obviously know him better than I do. Does he ever just get like this? Is he okay?”

Jungkook’s eyes wouldn’t focus on yours. They looked off, almost like he was zoning out for a few seconds. He snapped out of it as you finished talking.

“He probably is just under a lot of pressure is all,” Jungkook said, rubbing your arm to comfort you. “I wouldn’t take it personally. Unless… well, I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t talk about it.”

“No, tell me,” you demanded more than asked, now full of curiosity.

“It’s not- I don’t know. I’ve never seen it myself, but people say he’s really hard on the new trainees. Like REALLY hard on them. I think he’s even made a few cry before. Something about how hard it was for him when he was a trainee,” Jungkook said confidently, now locking eyes with you. “I think it’d be a good idea to stay away from him for a while. He’s my friend, but I’ve seen him blow up before, and it isn’t good. I just don’t want to see him hurt you any more than he already has.”

Trying to put a small smile on your face, you gave him a disconcerted nod.

“Would you want me to talk to him about it?” Jungkook cocked a brow.

You thought for a moment, thinking over what good that would do. ‘Well, if he’s already angry, I don’t exactly want him to find out that I was talking to his friend about him…’

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just try to stear clear from him I guess.”

Jungkook could tell you sounded a bit disheartened. “It will be okay. Just do what you’ve gotta do and try to ignore him for now. You will do great. If he doesn’t see that, then he’s an idiot,” he smiled.

You give him a shy, encouraged smile and a head nod.

“Now go eat. Don’t let me take up your lunch,” Jungkook said, playfully nudging you toward the elevator.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go,” you said, grinning ear to eat. “Thank you again. So much. This really means a lot to me.”

“Like I said, no need to thank me. Now go get full, and please let me know how the rest of the day goes! I’ll be thinking about you.”

You felt your cheeks get hot, but you couldn’t help it. “I’ll be thinking about you too.”

Jungkook placed one hand gently on the side of your arm and leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, just the way he’d done before. It was so tender. So thoughtful. The way he touched you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. It sounded stupid to say this early, but it made you feel loved.

As he pulled back, you began walking to the elevator as you each waved goodbye.

‘I could get used to this.’

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By the end of the day, you were even more exhausted than the one before. Pushing through another 2 hour dance practice with already sore muscles made for an interesting (and excruciating) experience.

‘It’s only Tuesday?’ You had thought to yourself while trying to catch your breath earlier.

Vocal lessons had gone well, and you’d gotten in a good session to work with Anna, Changbin, and Felix on your music for the showcase. You’d gotten a big chunk of lyrics written out and even had an outline for the track. You had a plan to meet back up after the schedule to order some chicken and try to brainstorm more ideas to get at least a little more done.

The biggest accomplishment of the day though was that you had successfully avoided Chris. Not that he was particularly interested in talking to you anyways. But you heard how he spoke to the others. The way that his tone of voice had changed completely, dullness replacing the vibrancy and enthusiasm he’d previously had. His facial expressions were different too. More subtle. His overall demeanor was just… gravelly. Like everyone was walking on eggshells around him when he spoke. At least it wasn’t just you. At least he was ignoring you.

After packing up your belongings, you and Anna traveled upstairs to meet Felix and Changbin in the studio.

“For a second, I thought you forgot about me!” Changbin said, seeing you enter the room.

“You make it very hard to do that,” you rolled your eyes, walking over to take a seat next to him.

As you settled in, you began discussing any more ideas you’d had on lyrics. Since the show was focusing on the “trainees” instead of the idols, Felix and Changbin weren’t allowed to make any major suggestions or do things on their own. You and Anna were responsible for solely coming up with the theme, writing lyrics, choreography, and somewhat of the producing. The guys were really just there to supplement what you were able to do.

The topic you chose to write about: heartbreak.

A cliché? Maybe. But it was something both you and Anna knew all too well. Neither of you would ever disclose it on the show, but Anna had been engaged before. They’d dated for several years before he popped the question, but a month before the wedding, he called it off and moved away, saying he felt trapped in.

You had never been engaged, thank god. But you had just ended a very serious, long-term relationship a few months prior. You’d dated for almost 3 years before he decided to call it off. It was by no means a “great” relationship. You lost the spark after about a year (to be honest, you weren’t sure that spark was ever really there), but were too afraid to break up for fear of being alone. He never never took you out, never tried to make things fun, but he was the one constant that you had in your life. For over a year, you were constantly back and forth in your own head, whether or not you could actually go through with breaking up with this man. He was just so… dull.

It wasn’t helped by the fact that he absolutely adored you. You were kind, smart, fun, adventurous, everything anyone could ever want... But he just wasn’t any of those things. You were so bored. And you felt horrible for being bored.

When you were almost at your breaking point, on the cusp of breaking things off after carrying the entire relationship for years, your boyfriend had finally said it to you. He told you that he wanted to marry you.

It came as no shock, of course, but he really meant it. He may not have proposed, but you know he was gaging your reaction. And when you said absolutely nothing, he got the point. Two weeks later, he broke things off with you.

You found it ironic. How something that you’d wanted to do for years, he’d done in the drop of a hat. How someone who supposedly loved you so much could get over you so quickly. Were you really that forgettable? That disposable that even someone who took you for granted every day had no problem ending things with you? You just didn’t have the heart for that.

And suddenly, for the first time in years, you truly felt alone. It was then that you began to lean into your friends even more. That’s why they meant so much to you. You and Anna bonded in the fact that you’d both been through very similar situations. You were each others rock, and why you understood each other so well. You had a bond strong enough to carry you all the way across the world- all the way to Korea. How could you not write about the very thing that was the biggest hidden blessing that had ever happened to you?

Once you’d both talked through this with Changbin and Felix, ideas flowed out quickly. Words turned into sentences. Sentences turned into lyrics. And before you knew it, you had a rough draft of the song, along with some chords.

Game plan: tomorrow, you’d finish the song and get a good recording and backing track ready, in case you ended up needing it for your performance. Then, you would just need to work on choreography and what you had envisioned for the stage.

With only 4 days left before the performance, the nerves had set in. You kept telling yourself that each day in the program felt like a week, so you’d have basically 4 weeks to prepare… The thought didn’t work as well as you’d hoped, but at least you tried.

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As you threw yourself in deeper, the days began to blend together. Wake up, rehearse, eat, sleep, repeat. You’d barely had time for anything outside of the usual schedule. It was like being stuck inside a time loop.

Your only good distraction was Jungkook. Over the past couple of days, he’d been supporting you in any way that he could. He’d brought dinner to your hotel so you didn’t have to go out and buy anything yourself. He’d sent you encouraging texts throughout the day, reassuring you that you could do this. He’d call you every night so you could rant about anything you needed to that day- how unbearable one of the vocal coaches was, rude things Jenna had done that day, and how Chan was acting toward you.

Chan had been behaving… well the same. Jungkook warned you. You did what you could to stay away from him, but you’d often find him staring at you while he was helping at dance practice, looking like he was about to scold you for something or roll his eyes at you. So far, it was annoying, but nothing you couldn’t deal with for the next week or so.

“Soooo,” you said to Jungkook through the phone, trying to sound cute as you crossed the street to your hotel, “I have some extra time tonight. Felix had a stomach ache, so we ended showcase practice a bit early… I was wondering if you were free to do something?”

You could almost feel his energy through the phone. “You know I’m never too busy for you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” you smiled as you stepped inside your hotel lobby. “Could we do something that doesn’t involve much mental or physical energy though, please? I’m almost out.”

He let out a little laugh. “I could have told you that much. How about a movie? I can pick you up.”

“Perfect. If you want to have a look at show times, you can just let me know after.”

“Hmmm, how about give me 30 minutes, and I’ll be there? I’ll get it worked out.”

“Okayyy, sounds good to me,” you stepped into the elevator.

“Did you eat already?”

“I did. I just got something quick with Anna. She stayed back to work on some dance stuff she was struggling with since Lee Know was there to help.”

“And shouldn’t you be helping her instead, ‘main dancer?’” he poked fun.

“Well, considering Lee Know has years and years of technique, I think I’m alright to pass,” you said jokingly.

“Touché. Well, if you’ve eaten, then I’ll get snacks. I’ll be there to get you in 30 minutes, okay? Wear something comfortable!”

“Can’t wait,” you smiled into the line, obviously sounding smitten.

“Me neither. See you soon,” he said gently before ending the call.

You let out a deep, content sigh as your brought your phone down from your ear. As you left the elevator and headed toward your room, you thought about what you’d do to kill time for the next 30 minutes.

‘A doom scroll doesn’t sound half bad,’ you thought, using your key card to enter the room. You were greeted by the lingering smell of Anna’s perfume she’d put on that morning. It was her signature- bold and bright just like her.

You threw your things down and plopped yourself on the bed, promising you’d get up in 20 minutes to shower off and get changed. You knew that in 20 minutes, you’d also be cursing yourself for not doing it as soon as you got back. ‘Oh well.’

You loaded up your twitter to scroll through mindlessly. The memes were just okay today. Nothing special.

You switched instead to look through your YouTube subscriptions and what you’d missed. There in the corner of the screen though, you could see that the “Stray Kids” channel was live, starting 2 minutes ago. In the caption, you read “Channie’s Room.”

‘On a Thursday?’ you thought. You may not have known everything about Stray Kids, but you’d seen more than enough tweets to know that Chan was usually live on Sundays.

You knew you were supposed to stay away. To avoid Chris as best you could. But you couldn’t help it, curiosity got the best of you. Plus, your thumbs were faster than your brain.

Upon starting the stream, you watched as Chan settled into his seat, plastering a tiny smile onto his face. He had a song playing in the background, one you hadn’t heard before. It looked like any other Channie’s room, him situated in his studio. You couldn’t help but to wonder about how he could have looked so agitated a couple of hours ago, but was now trying to put on such a good face for the camera.

“Hello everyone. Annyeonghaseyoooo,” he dragged out playfully. He waved lightly as he grinned at the camera. “Hi Stayyy.” He looked down at his phone before abruptly coming back up, putting a beaming smile on his face. “Welcome to Channie’s Room. This is Episode 209. And we will try to have a- fun- time- today-,” he said cutely.

“How was everyone’s day today?” He asked.

‘Exhausting. Partly because of you,’ you thought to yourself.

He read some of the comments aloud.

“ ‘My day was good.’ Yay!”

“ ‘Today was great!’ Good, good.”

“ ‘Today was tough, but better now.’ Ya know, my day was pretty tough too, but I also feel better now that I’m with Stays,” he said optimistically. He breathed in harshly before putting his phone on the table.

“Sooo you all know that I usually do not come on a Thursday, so I’m sorry for coming late. Schedules have been crazy. On Sunday night, I was really busy. I just had a lot of thoughts, so I apologize for not making it then. But hopefully we can have a fun time now.”

You thought back to Sunday night. Sunday night… when he was with you. When he’d offered to pick you up to go look over the city. He’d given up his time with Stays for that?

He picked his phone back up and began to read through the comments again.

“ ‘I hope things are okay and you’re taking care of yourself.’ Uhmmm, yeah,” he raised his voice up an octave, sounding more like another question than an answer. “I mean, I think things will definitely be okay, and I’m trying my best to take care of myself. No worries. All goods. Allll goodssss.”

“ ‘Chan, are you able to eat well these days?’ Wowww, what’s with these questions?” Chan laughed, trying to mull over the comments. “Do I really look that bad? Hahaha,” he covered his face with his hands momentarily. “To be honest, because you know I’m honest with you guys, I haven’t really been able to eat so well these days. I’ve just been really busy, had a lot to do, have been having so many thoughts… It’s just- yeah, it’s hard for me,” he giggled shyly. “But I will try. I will try to do better.” He laughed again awkwardly.

“ ‘Are you working on any new music right now?’ Of course, I’m always working on new music,” he said, jovially. “Yeah, so right now I’m actually working on something that I don’t think you guys will expect,” he stopped to smile. “It’s a little… out of my comfort zone?… a little? But ya know, it’s always good to challenge yourself and tooo… express emotions that you’ve never really expressed before, yeah?”

You listened as he went through a few more random questions and started playing song recommendations before looking at the time.

‘Ah fuck. Better get up,’ you thought to yourself, gathering the energy to stand and walk to the bathroom. Such a simple task always seemed to take 12 years when you were dreading it.

A quick rinse and change into a big sweater was exactly what you needed to feel a million times better. You almost felt recharged and refreshed… Almost.

As soon as you saw JK’s text, you headed down to the front of the hotel to meet him.

You knew these guys were multi-millionaires, but it still always surprised you seeing such nice cars. A black Mercedes sports car, freshly-washed no doubt, was waiting right in front of the door for you. As you pulled on the handle to step inside, you were greeted by soft house music in the background and gentle mood lighting. One second in the car and you were sure you could fall asleep.

As you looked over to JK, your heart almost shook inside your chest over just how good he looked. He was rocking some grey sweats with a black hoodie, hair perfectly fluffy and smooth. He was slightly toying at the piercing on his lip. You’d never actually seen him so dressed down before, but he looked hot in it. This was the first time you’d really gotten “boyfriend vibes” from his looks alone.

But nothing could beat the look on his face when he first saw you. He looked like a kid in a candy store, wide-eyed and excited. The endearment on your face must have been apparent.

“Well hello,” he joked, smiling at the sight of you.

“Hellooo,” you lightheartedly replied. “Your car is insane.”

JK let out a giggle. “Think so?”

“Yes,” you looked around. “This is one of the nicest cars I’ve ever been in.”

“Well I’m honored,” he grinned as he laid his hand on top of yours. You wanted to explode, but you knew better. Not yet anyway. You had to settle for blushing your ass off right now.

“What movie are we seeing?” you asked, having to take your eyes off of him a little nervously. ‘He just looks too damn good.’

“You get to pick,” he smiled before moving his head to look out the windshield, guiding his hand along the steering wheel to venture back to the busy street.

“Alright, what are my options then?”

“The options are endless really. We can watch whatever you want.”

“No, but I mean what new movies are out that are playing right now?”

“Ohhh, well if you want to watch something they have out right now, there’s a new scary movie that looks really good, a couple of action movies, a documentary, and a new rom-com I think. I just know how you like scary movies.”

“That I do,” you smiled, looking over to admire his side profile. His lips were so fucking pretty.

“But if you get there and don’t like any of them, they said they can get us whatever you want.”

“You called and talked to them?”

“Of course,” Jungkook temptingly smiled before resting his hand on your thigh.

You tensed up a bit, but soon relaxed under his touch. His hand was so warm. Bigger than you’d expected. A little more bony too. You admired the tattoos, one by one, questioning him about each of them as he drove. His voice was so smooth, so relaxed, you wanted to melt like butter and pour into him.

When you approached the theater, it was a bit hard to see in front of you thanks to the dark Korean winter evenings. But as you pulled closer, you were able to make out a group of men dressed in all black. There had to be at least 5 of them. Jungkook rolled to a stop before jumping out of the car and heading to your side. He stopped one of the men from opening your car door so that he could do it himself. You gingerly accepted his hand, as he helped hoist you upright.

Once both feet hit the ground, you were suddenly surrounded by the group of men in a circle.

‘Damn, this security is no joke… There goes being unnoticed,’ you thought to yourself as both you and Jungkook were rushed indoors. If anything, it drew more attention, you thought. You felt like a walking target.

Jungkook must have sensed your uneasiness and reached for your hand to squeeze it.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to risk anything with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, totally enamored by his thoughtfulness. You offered up a shy smile of thanks.

As you made your way past the front room, you couldn’t help but take in the smell of the popcorn that you’d have no chance of getting. ‘Think one of these big boys will get some for me?’ you giggled in your head.

Jungkook kept your hand snuggly in his until you’d reached the theater room. He knew how scary this must feel if it was your first time experiencing it, and in retrospect, he wished he would have warned you sooner. It was such second nature to him, that it completely slipped his mind. He made a mental note to make up for it later when it was just the two of you.

Once the security team loosened their wall around you, you were able to take in the comfortable ambience of the theater. This had always been one of your favorite places. No matter what was going on in your life, you could step into a theater and get lost- taken away and transported into a different world- at least for a few hours. In this world, things were given to you. You didn’t have to work so hard for them… unlike everything you’d ever known. You fell right into place. Every time.

As you scanned the room, you found yourself momentarily confused… ‘I should’ve known,’ you tsked.

“Why is no one else in here?” you asked Jungkook with a teasing smile.

“What do you mean? Our security team is right over there, silly,” he joked before leading you up a couple of stairs. You both plopped down right in the middle of the row.

“You know you really didn’t have to do all of this just for me,” you said, looking around at the barren room. “I promise I would have been fine in a normal theater…” you let your eyes turn big as you smiled up at him. “But, this is really sweet. Thank you.”

“I know you would’ve been fine with it, but I wouldn’t have. I wanted to make our date special. And safe” he grinned.

“Well don’t go spoiling me too hard. I might just start to expect it,” you taunted, getting bolder now.

“And I would expect nothing less,” he said before looking off to the side. One of the bigger security guards had come back with a tray full of snacks and drinks. Another man followed behind him with… blankets?

“You really went full out, huh?” you giggled.

“I told you I wanted you to be comfortable,” he laughed, handing the large blanket to you. “Do you know which movie you wanted to watch?”

“You pick. I honestly didn’t look into them much.”

“Well,” he turned back to the security guard who was waiting. “If you’d ask them to play the new horror movie that’s out, I’d really appreciate it.”

“You got it,” the man said before turning to disappear down the steps and around the corner.

“You’re not gonna get scared, are you?” you teased.

“Oh definitely notttt,” he said sarcastically, leaning into you a bit. “Are you?”

“Definitely nottt,” you mocked him with a cocky grin.

“Well, even though IIII’m not gonna get scared, feel free to give me a good squeeze if you need to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smiled while playfully rolling your eyes before moving your arms to open up the blanket. “Want some?” you asked in JK’s direction.

“You think there’s room for me?”

“I can make room,” you blushed a bit. “Plus, if I’m gonna get to those snacks,” you gestures to the opposite side of him where the tray was sat, “I’m probably gonna have to get as close to you as possible,” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“You know me too well,” he beamed, scooting a bit closer to you to let you lie the blanket over his lap. It was the perfect width to cover the both of you from shoulder to toe, with a little room to spare.

As the lights in the theater dimmed, you settled a bit more into your seat, wiggling to get as comfortable as possible. You had to make sure your blanket was tucked right and your butt wasn’t going to go numb in 20 minutes. People always underestimated how the comfort level when watching a movie influences the overall perception of the film.

Similarly, people always underestimated how having a good “movie buddy” influences the enjoyment of the film. A good movie buddy, you thought, was quiet unless prompted to behave differently, was totally immersed in the plot, and refrained from shaking their leg the entire time time... That was a big one. You let your neck crane slightly to see the outline of JK’s face and wondered what kind of movie buddy he will be.

The opening credits began to play as Jungkook moved the snack assortment to the space in the middle of you two, jostling the arm rest up. “Is extra butter on the popcorn okay?,” he whispered. “Cause I kind of already had them do it,” he laughed.

“That’s perfect” you told him, mimicking his hushed tone. You did a one-over of the wide array in front of you.

“You made sure to get all of my favorites, huh?” you looked up at him, smiling.

“I would say I meant it when I told you I wanted this date to be special… but really, I feel like that’s just common decency,” he whisper-laughed.

“Well I appreciate it anyways,” you said graciously, inching your body slightly closer to him. He picked up on this cue and threw an arm around you, allowing more room for you to scoot into him and for him to place the tray of food in the direct middle of you. You watched as a smug smile came across his face, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you to be.

From your position, you could smell the cologne Jungkook had put on. You’d never noticed him wearing anything before. I bit sweet and citrusy, but warm and musky nonetheless. That mixed with the warm cotton he was wearing and the blanket you were wrapped up in, it felt like being hugged into the earth itself. Almost too cozy. Almost too perfect.

As the movie progressed, you were pleasantly surprised that there was actually a very good plot. Neither you nor Jungkook could keep from becoming fully engrossed. Feeling every heart-wrenching, haunting, isolating emotion, it was no surprise that you’d found comfort in each other. Without realizing, you had situated yourself into Jungkook’s chest, clinging tightly to the fabric of his hoodie. You’d both sunk down into the seats a bit so that his head was tucked down into your hair, neither of you able to keep your hands far from your eyes.

It wasn’t until the credits began to roll that you realized just how intimate the position was. You slowly pulled off of him and forced out a few slow, steady blinks to get your bearings back. ‘Damn.’

“You okay? You gonna recover?” Jungkook laughed, patting your thigh.

“I think so. Maybe,” you blinked a few more times.

He let out a chuckle, trailing his hand from your thigh to your hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it a good squeeze.

“I’ll keep you safe in the mean time,” he smiled, half joking. But there was no mistaking how his eyes were now twinkling.

You didn’t have an exact response. You just let yourself sit and simmer in the comfort of his words.

You squeezed his hand back lightly before looking down at your phone.

‘Fuck, it’s late.’

Jungkook realized the dismal look on your face, dropping slightly. “Here, let me get you home,” he said, standing with your hand still firmly in his.

As you stood to your feet, you wobbled a bit at the new positioning and release of pressure from your back. You clung to the blanket, looking around to see how you’d manage to carry all the leftover snacks to the garbage.

Just as soon as the thought popped in your head, one of the security men was up beside you collecting wrappers, bottles, and cups. Jungkook collected a few things himself in his free hand before thanking the man.

“You eventually get used to it,” he said. “Good to go?”

You swiveled your head around for anything that you may have left in the theater. “All good,” you grinned. “Can I just give this back to one of the guys?” you motioned down to the blanket.

“Yeah, of course,” Jungkook said, as he slowly began exiting the aisle, pulling you along with his hand still holding yours. “Unless you want to keep it. Then it’s all yours.”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m not giving it up then,” you smiled. You watched your step as you passed by the seats and made your way down a few stairs to the exit.

You followed suit behind Jungkook, clinging to his hand as you took your position inside the ring of security men again.

“Just block everyone out and follow me, okay? I told you I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let go,” he instructed, solemnity in his eyes.

“I know you won’t,” you said, offering a small smile.

And just like that, the doors were open again, the ring of men encircling you tightly. All was calm in the corridor around the theater, but louder, busier noise could be heard coming from the front of the building. As you approached, you started hearing rowdy sounds. The voices of hundreds of girls yelling. A flurry of words surrounding you. Yells of “Jungkook” echoing from every corner. High-pitched squeels from the front. A trail of flashing lights following from behind and to the side. You kept your head down, daring only to make low eye contact with Jungkook to the side of you.

Tight squeeze.

The men rushed you both out as quickly as they could, making space when needed.

You continued to stare at your feet. Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot, until you reached the outdoor air, where you had to look up as you were being guided to the car. You tried your best to shield your face with the blanket, successfulyl doing so to your knowledge. Jungkook was allowed to return to the driver’s side of his car, being that the security team had cars both in front of and behind his.

Once you’d both finally settled in and driven out of the lot, you let out a sigh.

“Jeez,” you giggled, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. “Is it always like that?”

“Sometimes it isn’t that bad,” Jungkook stared straight ahead. You could tell there was a light sense of grief in his voice. “I’m really sorry about that. I know it isn’t a normal situation to be in,” he all but choked out.

“No, it’s okay! It’s not your fault. I still had a really great time,” you reassured him.

“Well I’m glad,” he offered up a smile and placed his hand back at its resting place on your thigh. “I usually don’t get to go out like this much to be honest…” Jungkook confided. “It’s just a lot easier to stay at the house, all things considered,” he let out an annoyed chuckle. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to go out or take you places. I absolutely do. I’ll take you anywhere and everywhere. I just mean that sometimes I miss being able to go sit down at a theater like normal. It used to be one of my absolute favorite things to do. And now it’s just… Well now, anything in public around Seoul is a bit hard,” he looked off out the windshield. You both sat in silence for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry,” he began again, shaking his head. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful. It’s really not like that. I’m happy to have people that support me. I just wanted to take you on a proper, normal date is all, so I guess I’m just a bit frustrated.” He turned his face slightly toward you. “You did great though, and I’m glad you had fun,” his voice perked up.

You turned your body toward him so you could watch him as he drove. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m serious. Your feelings are a hundred percent valid. I know it probably gets really overwhelming at times.” You leaned in slightly. “But between you and me, sometimes I’d rather just stay in too,” you simpered, trying to lighten the mood.

“Next time?” He lifted a brow to you, smiling.

“For sure. No more pictures of me in my bummy clothes,” you looked down at your big sweater.

“Well I think you look great in your bummy clothes… Plus, half of the pictures they take of me are in way worse.”

You sat for a moment, thinking. “Are you okay that they took pictures of us?”

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble or feel like you have a scandal or something…”

Jungkook paused for a moment before proceeding, trying carefully to find his words. Slowly, as if deciphering how to speak for the first time, he continued. “Y/n, I really like you… I mean I really really like you. You’re the first person I’ve ever gone on a public date with. You’re the first person I’ve ever *wanted to go on a public date with. And I know that with that comes all the paparazzi and all the madness…” He paused again, contemplating. He stared straight ahead at the road as he continued to speak. “You may not feel the same, and that’s fine, but I want you to know that I’m really serious about you. I’m serious about seeing where this goes with you. So, yeah, maybe some people will have things to say, but that doesn’t matter to me. This is between me and you, not me and anyone else.”

You felt a hitch in your throat at hearing his words. You had a sweet, giggly crush on him for sure. But he… he was wholeheartedly in this. The conviction in his voice told you so. And he was so open and vulnerable about it. It was like he had no option but to let his thoughts flow out to you. You’d never had someone be this sincere. And it was absolutely the most endearing thing you’d ever experienced. You felt like any moment, your eyes could turn into big, dilated hearts, mirroring how you felt inside.

“I think I really like you too,” you said, settling your hand on top of his in your lap.

He let out a big, stupid grin that you couldn’t help but mirror.

On the rest of the drive back to your hotel, you talked about the movie, punching Jungkook lightly on the arm when he made fun of your “scared” face. You talked about the the showcase and how the group was getting along… Well really, whose feelings you’d hurt so far by being in charge of the choreography. You talked about Chan and how you’d been doing your best to ignore him.

You rubbed slow circles around the top of Jungkook’s hand as he confided in you about how he’d heard today that his grandmother wasn’t doing well. He told you all about how involved she was in helping raise him. How she was so good with animals, and even helped him in naming his dog, Bam. How he’d have to call her instead of text because she didn’t quite know how to check her messages. But that didn’t stop her from being great at selfies, he’d told you. You listened fondly as he recounted to you how amazing she was- like he needed someone to hear it and to understand what the world would be losing as she got worse. He needed someone, anyone, to know. And he chose you.

You both tried to end on a lighter note as he pulled up the the door of your hotel.

“Let me see you again soon? I know you’re busy… but I could use more nights like tonight,” he said humbly.

“As much as I can,” you smiled. “And, hey, uhm, I just remembered, but we’re allowed to invite people to come to the showcase to support us. If you’d want to come?” you asked, hopeful.

You watched JK’s eyes light up at the proposal before going contemplative, then solemn. “I don’t actually know that I can,” he said lowly, slightly avoiding eye contact. “… I’m supposed to have plans tomorrow is all. I’m really sorry. I wish I could,” he followed up.

“Oh no, that’s okay. I may have been rushing things a bit anyways,” you said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“No!” he objected, picking up on your cues. “It’s not like that at all. Trust me, I’d love to be there with everyone else to support you. Next time, okay?” He reassured you with a smile.

“Next time,” you twinkled. You couldn’t help but to watch the way his mouth moved. The way it slowly turned up to reveal the most beautiful, brightest bunny teeth you’d ever seen. The way the light from the building bounced off of his piercings. He looked immaculate. Sculpted even.

In this moment, you just wished he would kiss you.

“As badly as I want to sit here and talk to you, I think Anna will kill me if I don’t have you back in that room in the next 5 minutes. I’ll help you get inside?” JK said more than asked, removing his hand from your lap and jumping out of the car. He came to your side, again opening your door for you to get out. He grabbed the blanket for you so you’d be able to maneuver more freely. He made sure to grab your hand again before walking you inside and off to the side corridor where the elevators were located. The hotel was quiet and still in the nighttime. You were thankful to have these final few moments of people before parting ways.

He pressed the button for you as you arrived at your destination, neither of you ready to say goodbye.

“Thank you again for tonight,” you said, turning your body to him fully. “It really was special. Even if I look bummy.”

“You do not look bummy,” he smirked as he leaned in to grab you by the waist. She whispered into you. “I think you look fucking perfect.”

You let your arms wrap around his back, pulling yourself into him tightly. You felt all of your worries melt away at his warm caress. “I think you look perfect too. You always do.”

Your heart began to pound rapidly, you were sure he could tell, as he ran his hands across the small of your back and leaned his face into yours. “You make it really hard to not kiss you,” he breathed out.

Your mind dazed, you spoke before you could even think. “Then do it.”

His mouth, pulling into a quick grin, slowly pulled down to your own, letting his lips graze yours slightly before making full contact. You couldn’t help but feel fireworks explode in your stomach as he moved one hand up to cup your jaw as he gently kissed you.

These weren’t hot, hungry, horny kisses. You’d had those. These were so much different- so much better. He kissed you so slowly, so sweetly, like he was savoring every second of it. Every inch that he moved into you, you surrendered gladly. He wanted to make sure he got to feel all of you.

You were too overcome with your craving for him to be able to stop. You didn’t care anymore. If anyone saw you, then so be it. All that mattered in this moment was him.

You felt Jungkook moan ever so lightly as he grabbed harder to your jaw, pulling you back slightly and letting out an exasperated sigh with a chuckle. He smiled, bringing his forehead down to press against yours as he brought your body in to press up against him . “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he beamed down at you.

“Ditto,” you smirked, running your fingers along his upper back.

Suddenly, you heard a *DING!

Your elevator was here.

Jungkook reluctantly pulled himself from you and slipped his hand into yours, guiding you into the elevator without him. “Let’s do this again sometime?” he flirted.

You pressed the button for your floor. “Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you teased.

Jungkook played fake hurt, putting a big pout on his face, eyes silently begging.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow, you big doofus.”

You saw Jungkook’s eyes turn sad as the elevator doors began to close. He backed up a little bit. “Miss you already,” he said, half joking.

“Miss you too,” you squeezed out as the doors pressed together. You weren’t joking.

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tavolgisvist · 2 days ago

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We didn’t think of Merseyside as special in those days, and didn’t really appreciate the emerging talents of the Beatles, we were just too busy getting on with our lives, I suppose. Actually, the London groups playing in the Cavern were much more appealing, and had super accents!! I was visiting one at the Cavern one night when the Beatles passed by in their break. The room was only 10 feet by 10 feet, so they graciously moved me aside while they had a ciggie on their break.

I was dating a disc jockey, Clem Crabtree of the Iron Door Club, which was located next to the Cavern. This was where we met one grey rainy day, for coffee. Alone, we envisioned a peaceful and romantic interlude in the tiny, empty ballroom. However within five minutes we were rudely interrupted by four belligerent lads, complete with sets of drums, wires and microphones they set up their ‘gear’ amid exaggerated noise and laughter.

Clem loudly shouted as we departed, "give them a job and they get big headed!" The Beatles were unfazed.

Another incident at the club, involved a loud pounding at the door one evening, Clem as night manager excused himself, in order to investigate. Upon returning, he explained that a lad named Ringo was frantically trying to gain entry in order to join his ‘band,’ but obviously was in the wrong club. He raced next door to the Cavern, albeit late for his ‘gig!’ Clem just shook his head in disbelief. <…> During one of Clem’s work nights at the Tower Ballroom where he was a disc jockey, we spotted the Beatles arriving for their ‘gig.’ Four little black headed figures in black leather jackets were coming to the stage to ‘set up.’

They owed Clem money, three pounds to be exact. The conversation became heated, so out of curiosity I joined them.

My boyfriend demanded repayment, and did all the talking as they humbly bowed their heads, barely saying a word. Paul suddenly pulled out the lining of his pockets and said “sorry we don’t have it mate. Honest!"

The Cavern became a Mecca for the local students. It was a small underground cellar of an old warehouse, in a dark dismal alley. At night it became a sea of faces and bright lights. Our front, folding metal seats often vibrated with the pounding music.

Groups from London often played the Cavern and seemed more prestigious than our local lads, at this time.

The floor literally shook as we sat dangerously close. It seemed that Ringo and his drums would bounce from this tiny stage, and land in our laps at any given moment.

Ringo’s musical talents were impressive, although his silly vacant expression was hilarious. He spent many an evening ‘making eyes’ and pursing his huge lips in my direction as my friend and I danced the twist!

My sister Jean admonished, "if you ever bring HIM home, your mother will choke you!"

As an art student, I worked part time at the Tower Ballroom café as a cashier. The lads often brought their trays laden with cellophane packaged goodies through the check out. Ringo’s attempts at flirtation were more amusing than annoying!

Remembering my sister’s warning, I remained aloof!

Manning the Tower spotlight one evening was John, the manager’s son. He fell for every girl who showed him attention, and was smitten with me for around two weeks. On this particular night, he ‘spotlighted’ myself and a friend several minutes at a time while we danced, leaving the "Fab Four" in total darkness.

The language and yelling, which emanated from the dark and gloomy stage was unprintable!

Paul especially, reacted angrily when the swooning teenage girls excitedly grabbed his ankles in an almost successful attempt to extricate him from the stage. He became ‘heated’ quickly, and his language was crude leaving no doubt as to his intentions.

John was more patient but prone to being quick tempered and very sarcastic.

Ringo the ‘clown’ was dopey, adorable, and silly.

George was painfully shy and kept quietly to himself, barely raising his head to ‘view’ his surroundings.

I was a sensitive sixteen year old. My best friend Diane and I enjoyed a rum and blackcurrant in the Tower bar one evening. We were seated in the almost empty room next to the Beatles. Shortly an ex boyfriend entered. He was a bouncer for the Tower, we were not on speaking terms, so he loudly stated that at sixteen I was underage and had to leave.

The group of four at the next table snickered, giggled and nudged each other as I made a hasty albeit humiliated retreat, glass in hand.

(Rag Days, Beatles & the Tower by Glen Vollmecke for Mersey Beat)

#the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #cavern #tower ballroom

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bisexualfemalemess · 8 months ago

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BRIDGERTON SEASON 3 PT 2 SPOILERS

Live reaction episode 5:

I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see Penelope’s answer to colin’s proposal but in my head she just straight up faceplanted outta that carriage. On another note, colin constantly looking back at her to check on her is peak protective husband. Colin ‘my wife’ bridgerton indeed. Also Penelope’s so loved by his family and not him being willing to fight Eloise, his own sister, like hold your horses buddy. El baby she’s loved him since you guys were children. Both are honestly valid and i love them both so much, i just need my peneloise besties back right now. Like so expeditiously. Awww, colin checking up on pen. He’s truly already so far gone. I’M SORRY THE TREE???? What the actual fuck???? Lady tilley arnold needs to get the fuck off my screen. I’ve never read the books but booktok and twitter made me love sophie already, i need her. Not pen listening to her family reading LW Lmaoo she seems so smug about it. EY LADY DANBURY HAPPY ABOUT POLIN THEY’RE SO LOVED BY EVERYONE. KANTHONY MY BABIES. MY PARENTS ARE GONNA BE ACTUAL PARENTS STFU. Anthony’s so feral for her 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 aww hyacinth is so excited to tell them about polin’s new engagement my daughter fr. HYACINTH OMG IJBOL NOT HER SAYING GREGORY’S THE FAMILY PET I’MMA DIE. Eloise baby she did not use you, she loves you and you love her so make up bitches. Cressida is so gay for eloise no one can tell me otherwise. OH MY GOD NOT THE BOOK LINE ABOUT HIS LOVE BEING A THUNDERBOLT FROM THE SKY SOMEONE SEDATE ME (might need to make a part two and i’m only 10 minutes in) they’re not even married yet and Benedicts like “your wives” she’s always been a bridgerton for real. PORTIA I AM INDIFFERENT TOWARDS YOU BUT BACK OFF FROM MY GIRLY AND DON’T MAKE HER DOUBT HER RELATIONSHIP. COLINS SO HOT TELLING PORTIA OFF SOMEONE GET ME SOME HOLY WATER OR SOMETHING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. HE’S BEEN WITH HER FOR LESS THAN 24 HOURS AND HE’S ALREADY THROWING AROUND THE L-WORD OH HE FELL SO HARD FOR HER IMMA THROW MYSELF IN FRONT OF A MOVING TRUCK. MIRROR SCENE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ALRIGHT ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OH HIS SPEECH IMMA KILL MYSELF IM SO SERIOUS. THIS IS PERFECT OH MY GOD, NICOLA COUGHLAN IS A GODESS AND THEIR CHEMISTRY IS SO PALPABLE. “LIE DOWN” THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT, COLIN BRIDGERTON CAN COMMAND ME AROUND ANY DAY. Sex scene, sex scene, sex scene….TO POV???? Oh, that’s such a beautiful song choice. This is literally so intimate, i feel like I’m intruding. Colin bridgerton is a canon consent man and as a woman i think that’s so sexy. That was the cutest sex scene of my life, cute, hot, awkward, everything a first time is supposed to be (i wouldn’t know🙊) KANTHONY SCENE. HES THE CUTEST ALL KISSING HER STOMACH. Newton and Anthony always beefing. Their so cute 😫😫😫. Awww John and Francesca are so cute as well. Awwww him asking about marriage 😖😖😖. VISCOUNTESS KATE IN ACTION MY BABY GIRL. She’s working overtime being pregnant, viscountess and giving eloise advice. She clocked peneloise’s tea. AWW Post-sex polin is the cutest with the book line too 🥹🥹🥹🥹 and the teasing!!! They’re truly so friends to lovers. NOT HER GETTING INTERRUPTED WHEN SHE WANTS TO TELL HIM SHE’S WHISTLEDOWN. FUCK ASS SERVANTS. Oh poor pen having to listen to her fiancé trash-talk her without knowing he’s taking about her, like i wouldn’t tell him i’m Whistledown either after this, bet. Also they literally have no sense of personal space and it’s too cute. Aww a colin and eloise talk. THEY WERE INSEPARABLE AND THEY NEED TO BE AGAIN SOON OR IMMA DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC I SWEAR TO GOD. Peneloise as bestie sister-in-law’s is something that i need so bad it’s like not even funny anymore. Penelope’s sister need to leave her the fuck alone and portia needs to leave her ulterior motives at the door even penelope was like what the hell is going on. I don’t really mind will and alice plot honestly they’re just a cute married couple, much like polin will be. OH MY GOD NOT BENEDICT CALLING KATE SISTER IM DYING IM DECEASED. THAT FUCK ASS TOP HAH OH MY LORD. NOT COLIN CALLING PENELOPE HIS BRIDE TO BE 🫠

#bridgerton #polin #season three #fell first fell harder #colin x penelope #colin my wife bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kanthony #creloise #peneloise #bridgerton spoilers #francesca x john #violet x marcus #is that a tag?#well i made it one i guess 🤷‍♀️

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leviackermanstoes · 5 months ago

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Saving the idol

Song mingi x Fem!OC (Hyerin)

Overview: After finally submitting to her friend's pleading, Hyerin finally joins her in front row tickets to the ATEEZ concert and sees a side to the band, and one rapper in particular, that even their die hard fans hadn't seen.

Warnings: I do not know. Go easy on me😭😭 I'm very new to this fandom. This isn't based on any specific performance or event that has happened to mingi.

Lini stood at the doors of the Arena shaking with excitement as she waited for the doors to open. The Beaming US sun was hot, and Hyerin swore her makeup would melt off any second if they didn't go inside soon.

"I hope Seonghwa signs my poster!" Lini giggled and pulled out her phone to take a picture with the massive paper.

Hyerin looked around, seeing hundreds upon thousands of fans dressed in monochrome colours and extravagant jewelery. Upon taking notice of her own outfit, she could only thank Lini for the hint about wearing darker colours.

Her black pinstripe two-piece consisting of buttoned shorts and a corset top kept the sun beaming down upon her exposed skin. Hyerin quickly noticed that lini had started talking to two girls who wore matching black jumpsuits with the band members' names written on them in white.

Hyerin saw them giggle collectively and laughed to herself. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" She tapped Lini on the shoulder.

"Okay, but be quick! Doors open in 10!"

Hyerin nodded and walked off into the vast crowd of fans. Reaching the back of the line in thankfully a few minutes. Looking around at the venue, Hyerin saw only one toilet, which was a far ways away down the street, and that meant having to go through even more people.

Hyerin sighed and started to walk back to Lini, who wasn't hard to lose due to her tall ponytail.

"I thought you went to the bathroom?" Lini questioned

"They're ages away, I can just wait," Hyerin shrugged.

At the same moment, Lini goes to speak, the doors the the arena open, and the fans start to flood in with the help of about 7 security guards to keep safety in check.

Lini screamed and jumped up and down ecstatically.

Hyerin laughed at her friend, and as they walked slowly into the arena, something in Hyerin's stomach told her this was going to be the best choice of her life.

The loud speakers thumped into Hyerin's ears as one of the members, which Hyerin knew as San, started to sing loudly into his microphone above the others. As much as Her head was aching, Hyerin couldn't deny that she was indeed having a lot of fun, and their voices were a symphony of energy that bathed the arena in adrenaline.

"That's mingi!" Lini yelled at Hyerin, pointing to one of the members with bright orange hair in a black leather jacket.

Mingi. Hyerin stared at him as he rolled his hips, holding his fist out in front of him. The entire group was doing the dance, but staring at Mingi, Hyerin felt he was definitely leading the stage in that moment.

The loud thrumming of the beat to say my name made Hyerin excited as the arena followed the sleek moves of the group. Hyerin had never been grinded on by so many people before but since her eyes had stayed on mingi, she couldn't have cared less.

As the song progressed on, mingi moved to the front to perform his solo. His rap had the arena shaking either literally or metaphorically. He croutched down to the front row, stilling singing while making moves with his hands and fingers.

Unaware of her actions, Hyerin somewhere had found herself reaching up for the stage as she screamed and yelled the lyrics, and upon the sudden graze of her hand on his shoe, Mingi looked down at Hyerin with a glint in his pretty eyes.

His face was pristine. Perfect is possibly every way. Plump pink lips and high cheekbones had never looked better.

He gave her a smile and then walked back down the stage toward Yunho and Seonghwa. It made Her feel fuzzy inside, seeing Mingi smile at her like that. She wasn't even sure why it felt so amazing, but it did, and her heart was racing a million miles an hour.

By the end of the concert, Hyerin was exhausted but still bursting with adrenaline running through her now sweaty body. Lini poked up beside her.

"That was absolutely amazing. You got so into it, girl!" Lini playfully pushed Hyerins shoulder.

Hyerin scoffed and smiled at her friend. "You know what?! It definitely was worth the 500 bucks!"

Once the two had reached outside, it was about 2am, and everyone who was once bursting with energy was now tired, and some crying now that the concert was over.

"I'm gonna go pee, I'll be right back. Stay here" Hyerin told Lini before she walked off.

The air was warm and clinging to Hyerin's already sticky and sweaty skin. She crossed her arms and tried to find a bathroom anywhere.

Somewhere from around the corner, she could hear a female voice and a male voice. The male sounded mildly afraid, and the female was extremely hyper. Hyerin poked her head around to see Mingi and what looked to be a fan, In some kind of altercation.

Or which, Mingi actually looked pretty afraid, and the female was beginning to corner him. Hyerin tried to be quiet, but the gravel beneath her boots crunched, alerting Both Mingi and the girl.

"Yo, I think he's had enough." Hyerin put her hands to her front as she approached the girl.

The look in the females eyes scared Hyerin a little as she cautiously walked toward her. "Who the hell are you!" The girl yelled and pointed. "Their manager?!"

Hyerin chuckled nervously. "No, but I am the daughter of a police officer, so if you wanna pick a fight, I would do it with someone else"

The girl scoffed and walked away. Hyerin stilfed a laugh at the fact that it was that easy to get her away. She lowered her hands.

"Thank you so much," Mingi Panted. "i-i cannot thank you enough seriously"

Hyerins' eyes widened. Despite what had taken place, she couldn't actually believe Mingi was right in front of her.

She cleared her throat. "You don't have to thank me. Are you alright? That looked pretty bad" Hyerin asked the idol.

Mingi stood tall. "I'm alright. It actually happens a lot, so I can't say I was absolutely terrified"

Hyerin scoffed and raised her brows, applauding mingis bravery internally. The male stood like a tower in a leather jacket and black suit pants. His bare torso on display.

He was infact more gorgeous up close.

"Let me repay you for helping me," Mingi offered. "I swear I'll get you free tickets to tomorrow nights show,"

Hyerin chuckled. "That won't be necessary, truly it's okay. As long as your alright"

Mingi went to speak before another male voice called out, then another, then another, and before she knew it, Hyerin was watching the other 7 members of Ateez walk toward her. All were equally as intimidating in their own way, dressed in all leather and black outfits they looked like some kind of Mafia.

"Min! Bro, are you all good? You've been gone for a while!" A shorter male Hyerin knew as Wooyoung put his hand on Mingis shoulder.

"I'm fine, guys" Mingi smiled softly.

"Who's this?" Seonghwa questioned, gesturing toward Hyerin.

"Oh!" She exclaimed."I'm, no one really. I'm just trying to find the bathroom"

"She just saved me from this crazy girl," Mingi told the group.

A few of them were gasped. "You're a hero!" Hongjoong's eyes widened, sparkling in the dim light.

Hyerin couldn't help but laugh and watch as San gestured Mingi over to him. The rapper obeyed and walked toward his friend who mumbled something to him in Korean.

The others laughed and made silly noises at Mingi. Mingi strided toward Hyerin with a nervous smile on his pink lips.

"Let this be my debt to you," Mingi grinned and gently grabbed Hyerins arm and wrote something on her skin.

Mingis hands were warm, but his metal rings were cool in contrast, making Hyerin shiver. Mingi held the marker lid between his pure white teeth as he wrote. He pulled the lid out and out it on the marker.

"For whenever you need me, doll," he put his large hand on her shoulder and smiled at her sweetly.

"Maybe we'll see you around hero," Mingi grinned and collectively, all the members of Ateez waved me goodbye and thanked me for helping mingi before they walked off.

Too stunned to speak, Hyerin looked at her arm.

It was a phone number.

#ATEEZ #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #MINGI #mingi #song mingi #mingi x reader #ateez mingi #kpop

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books-are-escapes · 2 years ago

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you in a honky tonk - j. s.

word count: 3.5k

A/N: hey y’all! thank you SO SO MUCH for all the love on my last little story. it means the world 🥹 i literally read and reread this one probably 10 times, i wanted it to be good. this song is one of my favorites. i hope y’all love this one because two-stepping and dancing is my favorite thing ever 😌

“come on sweet girl! i'm ready to go find me a man!” my best friend, emma, yells at me from across the house. i laugh lightly, holding my mascara wand away from my lashes. “yeah, yeah, one second dear.”

i add a swipe of gloss before checking myself over and adjusting my shirt. my jeans hugging my butt just right, my hair curled away from my face, i felt good and i looked good.

our boots thumped on the concrete as we walked into the hard deck. we may not have been dressed “properly” for san diego but it’s who we were, boot-stompin’, jean-wearin’, country gals.

heads turned the minute my friend and i walked in. i think they all looked at her, she’s quite the sight with her long legs and pretty blonde hair.

we both walked to the bar and were greeted by an older woman. she had the sweetest eyes and the most genuine smile. she introduced herself to us as penny.

emma and i picked out a table and simply sat, she and i chatted about things happening in our lives.

as she was telling me about her cosmetology school adventures, i was actively glancing around. i caught sight of a fine looking man. he wore a t-shirt tucked into jeans and boots. his hair swept backwards in a clean swoop. as he talked to his friends and shot pool, his arms drove me crazy, the way his biceps bulged and flexed with every move he made. he was good-looking and he knew it too.

my friend hit my arm, knocking me out of my trance. “go talk to him, for the love.” i blushed, “he’d be more into you.” she rolled her eyes, “you know i'm not into pilots. go get him. i think he’d be more into you.” i made a bit of an odd expression, my teeth gritted, my eyebrows furrowed and i let out a little ‘tsssss’ of air through my teeth. “i don’t know…” “y/n, he’s fiiine! go!” “will you come with me?” she laughed, “sure.”

i ran through in my mind how i could casually sneak into their conversation. right as we arrived to the pool table, the attractive one i came for locked eyes with me. man, he was better looking the closer you got. “care to play honey?” a couple of his buddies snickered, i didn’t like it already but i sure liked him. “i’ll have a go dear. though i don’t know that i'm very good.” he smiled, why was it so straight? and why was it whiter than the sun? “that’s alright darlin’, i can show you a thing or two.” i know he was being an ass just because. my red flag radar was beeping but i didn’t care at this moment. his bright, sage green eyes and swan white smile kept me in place at this bar in front of this man and his friends. i felt the need to knock him down a few.

i was handed a pool cue by the only other female in the bunch, she had kind eyes and still had her uniform on. it read, ‘trace’. “don’t let him get to you, he’s got a big head.” i laughed lightly as the handsome stranger gestured with his arm, “ladies first.” i nodded once, before lining up my shot. i sunk one in right off the break, i made three more into the pockets. mr. good-lookin’ looked a little nervous. he bent over the table, lining up a shot, i saw the wrangler logo on his jeans and my breath caught a little. a man of good taste, i’d hate to make him lose. oh well!

he missed his shot. i bit my lip to hide my smile.

i ended up beating the not-so-cool casanova, he put up a good fight, he only had two balls left on the table. after i won, he shook my hand. “good game darlin’. the name’s jake seresin and i usually don’t lose.” i raised one eyebrow, still shaking his hand. “well my name’s y/n y/l/n and i usually don’t lose either.” he chuckled, “alright y/n, care for a rematch?” “i’d love to beat you again mr. seresin.”

i heard the girl named trace say, “someone as sassy and as cocky as hangman? i can hear the bells already.”

i beat jake again, smiling proudly at my efforts. “well thanks for letting me kick your butt jake, i’ll see you around?” i looked up at him, he was looking at me too. “yes ma’am. you sure will.” his smile seemed to never leave his face. my heart fluttered.

emma and i had decided to call it a night, mostly because we wanted margaritas, chips and queso before going home. we giggled about the cute aviators and i kept thinking about jake. not just his butt in those jeans, but the way he eyed me and the way his smile took over his whole face.

the next night we went back out, i was hoping jake would be there. my friend and i had gone to the bar. as i was getting out my cash, “i got this one sweetheart.” i felt a large body to my side, i turned and saw jake. “figured i should give you something to pay you for kicking my butt last night.” i smiled at him. “thank you dear.”

my best friend and i sat at the same booth, i had a perfect view of the pool table again so i got to watch jake… again. he kept looking up and over at me but by then i’d have already looked away. it had been probably an hour, my friend and i had gone out and danced a few times and were taking a break for right now.

“hey y/n/n?” “yes dear?” “that one guy… jake?” “yeah?” “he’s walking over.” i took a drink right as he got to our table. “can i take you for a spin miss y/n?” i felt my cheeks get real warm. “why not?” i slipped off the chair and jake led me to the floor. his right hand rested on my hip, while his left held my hand.

“can i just say? this neon light is making you look even more gorgeous tonight.” “is that right mr. seresin?” he laughed. “just call me jake, sweetheart.” “alright jake.” with every shuffle we made around the dance floor, his hand would slide further around my back, pushing me closer to him, not that i minded. his cologne wrapped me up in a sweet tornado.

we two-stepped for a couple songs before he called it to take a short break. he came and got me again for a few more songs. we warmed up more and more to each other. his laugh became the new song i wanted to keep on repeat and he certainly was not as arrogant or off-putting as he seemed to be last night. at the end of the night, our bodies were practically molded together because we danced so close.

“let me walk you two out.” jake had said, referring to emma and me. we happily agreed. his hand was on my back the whole way to the car. emma shot me a quick wink before getting in and closing her door.

jake smiled at me, “what do you say i take you on a date?” i slid my hands into my pockets and pressed my lips together, looking away before locking eyes with his pretty green ones. the wind blew a bit, messing up my hair and pushing it into my face. something about a summer breeze to make you fall in love. a smile spread across my cheeks, “i say it sounds like a fine idea lieutenant.” “good, i like the sound of that. since you’re such a wonderful dance partner, how about we get dinner and then i'll take you to an actual country bar and i can show you how a real man should dance a woman.” his smirk was more of a smolder, not arrogant but he knew i’d say yes. “that sounds lovely jake.”

his smirk changed to a grin. his hand moved to his pocket to take out his phone and ask for my number. after making sure we could text one another, he leaned in close. “i can’t wait to see you in a honky tonk sweetheart.” his voice was even better when it was low, my heart was racing. i wanted to kiss him so bad but i never kiss until after a first date.

he had placed one hand on my waist which sent my stomach on a roller coaster. his lips were awfully close. i set my hands on his chest, his strong one, mind you. “i don’t kiss until after the first date honey bunch.” an almost evil grin bloomed across his face. “a woman with boundaries, that gets me excited. i'll pick you up at 6:30.” his face was still close and i could smell his minty, beer laden breath. my heart was itching to go for a run. he gave my waist a small squeeze. “until tomorrow, miss y/n.” he gave me a soft kiss to the cheek before he smiled, winked and walked away. i let out a breath i had been holding before getting into the car. i slid the key in and turned on the air conditioner, not just because it was summer. emma turned down the radio so she could listen to everything i told her. we squealed at the exciting bits.

we rode back to the apartment, a giddy daze filled the air as we sang along to the music blasting on the speakers. i wanted it to be tomorrow night. emma was more excited than me, she’d already been through my closet by the time i got my shoes off. “i’d rather spend tomorrow doing this.” i groaned, wanting to just lay down and read my book. she rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue, “but like… you’ll have more time to make yourself up if you pick your outfit now.” she rolled her wrists around for emphasis. i sighed in defeat, when she wanted something, she got it.

the rest of the night and the next day went by like molasses in december, i couldn’t contain my excitement. i was ready to see jake again. i sat in front of my mirror, applying gentle makeup on my face. emma was curling my hair, insisting she knew the best way to do it. after thirty minutes she was done and i was too. i stood in front of my full length mirror, checking myself out. i'd put on some bell bottom jeans, i had my cutest pair of square-toe boots on and i had one of my nicer, more flowy shirts on. 6:30 came and our doorbell rang. emma let out a short squeak, “he’s hereeee! want me to get the door?” i laughed. “no, i got it. thank you though.”

he did not disappoint me tonight. he was wearing a pearl snap shirt, tucked neatly into his jeans, he had a cowboy hat on and the best part, he brought me a bunch of flowers. i pouted, “jake.” i drug out his name with endearment. “why did you get me flowers?” his tone was so darn sweet, “a beautiful date deserves beautiful flowers.” his overconfident demeanor had been tucked away, replaced by this country gentleman and i loved it. “let me get these in a vase real quick. follow me dear.” he stepped inside and slipped his hat off as he followed me to the kitchen.

he took a seat on one of our barstools as i trimmed the stems and put the powder in the water. “so lieutenant, where are you taking me this evening?” he smirked, “that, darlin’, is a surprise.” i grinned, “okay, fine.”

after i finished trimming the flowers, i'd slid the vase to the middle of the counter, “shall we?” he smiled his toothpaste-advertisement-perfect smile, “after you m’lady.” i giggled, yelling out a goodbye to emma.

he led me to his silver ford f-150. he even got my door. this man is earning so many brownie points right now.

he set his hat on the dash, “are you alright with the windows up? i know you did your hair all pretty for tonight.” i felt my heart jump, “as long as you don’t mind.” he backed out of my driveway, “gotta keep our hair beautiful somehow.” his hand rested on the gear shift, how badly i wanted to take his hand and feel the veins that run along his arms or rest my elbow on the console and wrap my hands around his biceps.

he drove us to a fairly fancy steakhouse and my mouth fell open. “jake… this is too much.” “sweetheart, it’s a first date. i wanna take you to this nice place.” i blushed and clasped my hands together. he slid out of his truck, grabbed his hat, while slipping it on his head he walked around to get my door. he offered a hand and the moment our fingers touched i knew i was going to die and go to heaven tonight. his hand found its way to my back as we walked into the restaurant. jake gave them his name and we were led to our table.

dinner was fantastic, jake could actually focus on something other than himself which i greatly appreciated. considering all i saw of him the night we first met was “the jake show”. our conversation flowed smoother than a river. he even insisted on paying. "you’re doing so much, let me.” i complained. “no ma’am. it’s not your job to pay on a date with me.” he assured me with his winning smile. i felt my knees grow weak, had i been standing i may have stumbled. my heart had officially been won over by this naval aviator whom i met only two days ago.

“shall we my dear?” he asked. "let’s go!” i responded, maybe a little too ecstatically. jake was perfect, all around, all over, just perfect. from his smile, to the way he talked, to the way he carried conversation, to the way he stared at me like i was the most interesting and important thing in the world and simply how kind he was.

he’d told me, during dinner, how he had gotten his callsign. i understand why that could cause some tension with his team, but the man in front of me tonight had slipped off his callsign and that part of him. this side of jake is one that everyone should get to know.

he drove us to the bar. i'd gotten a bit brave by reaching for his hand as he drove. he didn’t say anything, his smile said it all. i loved how heavy his hand felt in mine. i placed my other hand over the top of his and held our locked hands on my lap for the rest of the drive there.

we got in through the door of the dance hall and jake asked if i would like a drink, "maybe later.” jake smiled before leading us to a table. we sat through the current song and conveniently enough, the next song was a slower one. "time to show ‘em what we’re made of.” his grin was so smooth and sweet. i took his outstretched hand and he led us to the floor. his hand rested on my waist while my hand wrapped around his shoulder. i laid my cheek on my hand, trusting he wouldn’t run us into anyone. his hand slid around, keeping my body close to his. he squeezed his fingers on my waist which sent tingles along my back. his head dropped a little and rested against mine. "this is really nice.” i commented. he let out a small chuckle. "nicer than i’ve had in a really long time y/n.” i smiled. my heart was racing, i knew it was quite early but i couldn’t help myself, “i really like you jake.” his head lifted off of mine and, for a moment, i feared i said the wrong thing. i gave him a side glance since my head still rested on my hand, his smile was so big. before laying his head on mine he kissed my cheek. “i really like you too y/n.”

as the song finished, he made me do a slow twirl, before bringing me in for a deep dip. his hand grabbed under my knee and his arm held me up. he looked so good in this moment, staring down at me with his sweet eyes. i looked at his hat, "may i?” “someone’s gotta know you’re mine. but i ain’t taking you to bed until i marry you and i do not fight women.” i giggled, slipping his hat off of his head and onto mine. “i'm glad i can be an exception.” he brought me back to a standing position and we waited a brief moment for the next song.

jake and i literally danced the night away. he was really, really good. he flipped, dipped and spun me so much i thought my body might be all out of line.

we got into the truck once more and he drove me home. he initiated holding my hand this time and i felt my stomach drop a bit. i rubbed my thumb on his as i laid my head on his bicep. my free arm reached across and i wrapped my fingers around the crook of his elbow. i took in a deep breath, savoring the car freshener scent that enveloped the space.

jake pulled into my driveway and shifted his truck into park. he looked over at me with a smile. “i had a really good time tonight jake, thank you.” “well thank you for keeping up with me.” i laughed lightly, that man would not stop dancing.

i opened my door and hopped down, i heard his door close as well. "now just what do you think you’re doing?” i was really confused, "what?” “get back in the truck.” i picked up, considering he’d been doing it all night. i opened the door, climbed in, situated myself and pulled the door shut. jake made a dramatic step and opened the door for me. "that’s better.” i giggled and his smile shone in the night.

“let me get you to the door too.” “you don’t need to.” “yes i do.” i think i actually swooned. we took a few steps before getting to my front door. there was a near-awkward pause. "thanks again jake, i'd love to do it again.” he smiled and said the same.

he stepped closer to me and i knew exactly what was happening. i didn’t want it to stop. his minty fresh breath mixed with a little beer fanned gently over my face.

“now that it’s the end of our first date,” his voice was so quiet and gentle, "can i kiss you?” i wanted to melt into a puddle right there. "yes, please lieutenant.” his big hands held my face, his lips were right there, then the door swung open and emma squeals. "how’d it g– oh!” i jumped out of his grip. jake sighed, i blushed and whined, “emmaaa” “shit! sorry!” she closed the door. i laughed and jake did too.

i turned to look from the door to him, "where was i?” one hand held my cheek again, tilting my face up towards his. the other was secure on my waist. i had my hands on his waist as well. time felt antagonizingly slow in the period between my eyes closing, our noses touching and finally his lips brushing mine. it was that gentle touch, then i moved my hands to his chest and kissed him. i kissed him like it was my first time. his kiss would melt chocolate, it felt so good.

he pulled away and i followed briefly. he chuckled at my action. "already wanting more, huh?” i giggled. "shut up and kiss me again.” one hand slid from my waist into my back pocket before his lips pressed to mine once more. i wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned in so far that i had to lean back.

he let go and our faces separated, just barely within focus of each other. i licked my lip, eyeballing his some more. “i better get home. maybe i can take you dancing again next weekend.” “or… we could make dinner here tomorrow night and dance a little all over the kitchen, because i don’t think i can wait that long before getting to kiss you again.” “i would love that darlin’.” we stood upright before he gave me a short peck.

i didn’t want him to leave. i opened my door, turned, and said bye. "goodbye y/n.” he smiled once more before turning and walking back to his truck, getting inside and going home.

A/N: i hope you all liked it!! one thing you guys should know is i love writing little stories based off of songs and i love love love country music. love you all! ☺️

also, 1,000% think that jake would drive a 2018 silver ford f-150 😌

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