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A/N: Well, hi there! I couldn't add these interactions in without writing an absurd amount to fit it in properly, but I still really wanted to add them, so here, have these little scenes instead. The first one takes place just after Birdie tells everyone when her birthday is and her and Joe have a little side conversation. The second is a little moment between her and George at the birthday game night he throws for her.
let me know what you think x
As always, based on the hbo show/actors portrayal, no disrespect intended.
TW: nothing
Tags: @malarkgirlypop , @panzershrike-pretz
Made of Glass
Chapter twenty and a half
Bernadette, Toye and Guarnere were some of the only people left in the mess hall. The woman had finished her food a while ago but was waiting for her friends to catch up. Bill was the last one, he got rid of his tray and came back to the table. Birdie saw him approaching and stood but was quickly stopped, âSit down, missy.â Toye spoke up. He had a few questions for the young lady.Â
âYeah, you got some explaining to do.â Bill added, sitting back down across from her.Â
âAm I in trouble?â She looked at the faces of her friends that were currently studying her. It made her feel like a child who had been pulled into the principal's office.Â
âWhat the hell happened between you and Liebgott?â Toye spat out. He was a tad upset she hadnât told him, after all, werenât they best friends?
âOh.. uh⊠nothing?â Birdie tried to play it off but she knew she couldn't avoid this forever. The issue was trying to explain something she herself didn't quite understand.
âForgive me for not believing that.â Joe rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âNo really⊠It was-â Birdie began, but she was cut off.
âWhat was? What happened?â Bill inquired, he was getting sick of the pretending game, he just wanted straight answers.
âHe apologized. Thatâs all.âÂ
âBullshit.â Both men hissed out in tandem.Â
âExcuse me?â Birdie was taken aback, why were they so angry? She was allowed to make friends with whomever she wanted. Did they know something she didn't? Had Liebgott spoken to them about her? Suddenly she was flustered and bashful, looking down to avoid the men staring at her.Â
âIf all he did was apologise, why are you blushing?âÂ
âIâm not!â Her hand flew up to her cheeks to check their warmth, eyes wide and mouth parted.
âYes, you are.â Guarnere responded, âDo you like him or something?â His eyebrows were raised, he genuinely didnât know the answer. Toye on the other hand scoffed, of course she did, he thought that much was obvious.
âWhat?! No,I-... t-that's crazy!â Birdie was great at bluffing in games, not so much real life. Games had rules that were easy to understand. Life was more complicated.Â
âOh my god, you do!â Bill whisper-yelled accusingly.
âJesus, Birdie.â Toye already knew this information but he was still mildly disappointed, âSeriously? Of all they guys⊠Him? Really?â His tone was so judgmental and Birdie was starting to get offended.Â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Her voice went up an octave.Â
âYou could do so much better.â Bill and Joe spoke at the same time, giving her the same answer.
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âHere. It ainât much cause you totally sprung this on me.â George handed over a bit of folded over card, âBut happy birthday, Little Bird.â The front had a doodle of a pigeon type bird wearing a birthday hat and the inside was covered in scribbles from nearly every man in Easy, all wishing her a happy day among other sentimental comments. She read a few but tears formed in her eyes pretty quickly and made them blurry so she was forced to stop.
âNext year weâll take you drinking.â Luz joked, playfully pushing at her shoulder before noticing the trail of watery tears rolling down her cheeks.Â
âHey, please don't cry on your birthday.â The radioman stepped closer to Bernadette, taking her in his arms and pulling her close. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, soothing the birthday girl.Â
âIâm sorryâŠ. I just- I miss my folks a-andâŠIâŠ.â Birdie sobbed, trying her hardest to breathe at a normal tempo, âLuz you're like family to me. I love you.âÂ
âWell now you're gonna make me cry, you sap.â He chuckled at the emotional girl curled up in his arms, âI love you too.â
A/N: I just couldnât stop picturing George taking the card and pen round to every guy in Easy and forcing them to write something for Birdie!
Also the next real chapter might take longer than usual, love y'all x
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Chapter twenty one
#band of brothers#easy company#hbo war#made of glass#fem oc#george luz#oc#next autopsy#band of brothers fanfic#little add on from chapter twenty#joe toye#bill guarnere
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Faking It | Jeon Jungkook | Chapter One
Summary: Being divorced by the time you're thirty isn't the best feeling in the world but what happens when your parents find someone from your past that's in a similar boat? Pairing: f!reader (30) x Single Dad Jungkook (33) (Arranged Marriage Slow Burn?) Word Count: 11.3k (oh man holy shit) Warnings: Troubles with conceiving/seeing pregnancies to full term, Jungkook's first wife passed away in childbirth. (These themes will be spoken about throughout the fic and I will add extra warnings when need be in future chapters) a/n: Okay this one is gonna be a long one (in terms of chapter length, idk how many parts there will be) I'm really really in love with this story line so I hope you'll come along this cute, silly, awkward, heartwarming and heartbreaking journey with me đ„° p.s. I've been brainstorming with @kkusadmirer (ofc đ€) about this fic for a while now and I've just fallen in love with these characters too much that I had to get at least one part out. Okay okay enough from me. I hope you enjoy! (barely edited per usual I'm sry đ
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"You should start dating again" my mom says to me, a dinner with a table for two this time since she said she wanted to talk to me about something important. If I would've known it was to nag me about something like this again I would've declined the invitation.
"Mom I already told you, I just got divo-" "You got divorced last year" she cuts me off and I sigh, knowing I'll probably get no where with this argument but continue on nevertheless.
"Point being, it hasn't been that long since Robert and I got divorced. I need time and space to figure out what I want out of life. I'm not interested in rushing into another marriage just for it to fail again" I explain and she simply downs the rest of her champagne in response, polishing it off in record time.
"You don't want to end up an old maid who didn't give me any grandchildren do you?" she says, repeating the same old argument again. "Mom I'm thirty, not forty five. I still have plenty of time to worry about babies and getting married again" I argue and she rolls her eyes before asking for another glass when the waiter passes by.
"You should at least try. Don't you like going out on dates?" she asks and I sigh, hating having this conversation over and over again.
"Dating was fun in my twenties but now that I'm more interested in finding someone to settle down with, it seems like all the guys that are remotely my age and happen to be decent human beings are already married" I explain and watch how she immediately takes her glass of champagne off the table once it's placed in front of her.
I'm glad she's drinking because having this conversation with her when she's sober is even more painful.
"You're exaggerating honey. I'm sure there is a fine young man just waiting for you around the corner" but before I'm able to respond to her, her eyes suddenly light up and she quickly gets out of her seat.
"Is it really you?" she says and another woman around her age that I've never seen before comes up to greet her. "How are you? It's been so long!" the mystery woman says and they quickly share an embrace before she turns to face me.
"And who is this beautiful young woman here with you?" she asks, making me shy away from them. "Oh this is my daughter y/n. Y/n this is Mrs. Jeon" she introduces us and tells me all about how they used to go to college together.
"Oh wow I think I remember my mom mentioning you before. You used to come over when I was little right?" I question, now remembering seeing her face in some of the pictures in my baby album.
"That's right! Little Jungkook and I used to come visit you all the time when you were just a teeny tiny little thing. You were the easiest baby I've ever come across, always sleeping and when you woke up you were as happy as can be" she rambles and I get a warm feeling in my chest, loving to have met someone who clearly cared so deeply for my mother and I.
"Who's Jungkook" I ask, looking back and forth between the two of them. "Jungkook is my son, he's just a few years older than you. I remember he was so fascinated by you, always wanting to come over and would watch over you as you slept, never causing a fuss as long as you were around" she says and I blush at the fact that her son would care about me just as much if not more than she does.
"How is he? Is he doing alright?" my mother asks and Mrs. Jeon gets a somber look on her face eyes fluttering to the floor before responding.
"Actually, he lost his wife a few years ago. She passed away after she gave birth to their daughter" she mumbles and I feel my chest tighten up at the thought of someone so young losing their life to something that is supposed to be so beautiful.
"My condolences to you all" I say, my eyes going glossy and she smiles in return, the memory bringing a tear to her eye as well. "Thank you love, that's very kind of you" she says, placing a hand on my shoulder before she clears her throat and blinks back her tears, wanting to put on a brave face in public.
"Why don't you come visit us at our home tomorrow evening? I would love to catch up and it would be good if the kids got reacquainted again" my mother suggests and I glare at her, knowing exactly what she's doing but also knowing there's no way I could stop her.Â
"I would love that! Our husbands might enjoy catching up too since they used to get along so well" Mrs. Jeon points out. "Then it's settled! How would you feel about making it a dinner instead?" my mother questions, digging us deeper into this evening we'll all be spending together. "I think that sounds perfect!" she agrees and I tune out the rest of the conversation, already trying to mentally prepare myself for the scheming I know my mother has planned.
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Kicking off my shoes and walking into my apartment I'm greeted by the serene sound of silence.Â
My black tuxedo cat meows as he jumps down from his cat tower and stretches for a second before coming over to greet me. "Hi Salem" I say, scooping him up and carrying him with me into my bedroom where I plop him down in the middle of my bed. "Mom only invited me to dinner because she wanted to tell me to start dating again" I relay to him, while I walk around my room, grabbing all the things I'll need to get ready for bed.
"I should've known she was up to something when she decided to invite me out on a random Wednesday night to go to my favorite restaurant. If the previous glances I had of the totals on those receipts didn't clue me in enough I don't know what would" I say in disbelief, having convinced myself hours earlier that it might've been about something good instead of another chance to nag me about something.
"I don't know why I even bother sometimes. She just has this worst case scenario mindset that I'm going to die alone and not leave a legacy. I understand that I'm their only child but with the way she talks, you would think I was well into my forties already" I say, verbally processing to him while he curls up into a ball, his eyes watch me walk back and forth until I walk into the en-suite bathroom to turn on the shower.
"Thanks for always listening to me Salem" I say, walking back over to him and scratching his head, "Don't know what I would do without you" I mumble before walking back over to the bathroom and closing the door.
Looking in the mirror I study my features, my hair styled just how I like it, my brows perfectly shaped but when I get to my eyes I notice it. I notice why my mother has gotten so worried about me.
It's as if the light's gone out of them. It's more than just 'Hey it's been a long day and I'm tired' no it's 'I don't even know what I'm doing here anymore' and for the first time, I admit to myself that I truly feel that way.
I reach for my cleanser and quickly wash off the little makeup that I still have on, lips completely plain and gone back to their natural color and some how my cheeks don't seem to be as rosy anymore after I had made sure to put on some more blush today to bring some color back to my face. Maybe it's not the makeup that's been washing me out, but the way that I've been living.
I will admit my days consist of going to work and coming home and doing that same thing over and over again. I don't really go out much and I only have a few friends but ever since I got divorced I just end up politely declining any sort of invitation I get from them. Doesn't matter if it's dinner or drinks or clubbing or even just a shopping trip.
I just can't get myself wanting to do anything anymore.
I step into the shower and I flinch slightly at the burning sensation the hot water brings to me but adjust it and step further under the stream once it's just to my liking. While going though my shower routine mindlessly I start trying to get to the bottom of what has got me living like this.
Robert wasn't the best husband in the world, mainly because he cheated on me but before that things were good between us. He made me laugh and was a perfect gentleman that always made me feel special and when we got married I swear I thought I couldn't be happier.Â
It felt like my life was falling into place, our life.
Until it wasn't.
I'm knocked out of my train of thought when I hear Salem pawing at the door and remember now that in my whirl winded state of mind I forgot to feed him. "Sorry Salem I'll be right out!" I call out for him and he meows in response. I swear that cat is more intelligent than I am most days.
I finish up my uninteresting night as I always do, turning out the lights and cuddling up with Salem until I eventually fall asleep but it took a little longer tonight. Thoughts full of what my future might look like if I don't start living instead of just existing.Â
As the 'what ifs' plague my mind they eventually drown themselves out as that same welcoming feeling of calm finally lulls me to sleep.Â
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"Hurry up they're almost here" my mother says, yanking me inside the house before I even have a chance to knock on the front door. "Nice to see you too mom" I say under my breath and she's wound up so tight it doesn't even phase her. I can tell she's been working hard to make sure everything is perfect once the Jeons arrive.
"Did you get that wine I told you to get?" she questions, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the wine bottle carrier in my hand, quickly taking it and rushing into the kitchen. "Yeah no problem mom you're welcome" I say, talking to the air in front of me still waiting for her to show any sign of gratitude.
"Go place your things in your old room so they're out of the way" she call out, leaving me sighing and trudging off to do as she says.
Once I retrace my steps and walk past the door to go to join her in the kitchen I'm stopped in my tracks when the doorbell rings.
"Oh honey can you get that? My hands are tied here" my mom yells and I take a deep breath in and out before doing just that.
"Hello y/n! It's so nice to see you again" Mrs. Jeon greets me as I step aside and let them in, soon after her is her husband who holds out his hand in greeting. "It's been quiet a long time hasn't it? I remember when you use to be-" "Grandpa! Grandpa! I wanna meet the pretty lady too!" a little girl no older than five years old says, walking around her grandfather's legs to get to me, greeting me with the most adorable bunny smile.
"And now who might this be?" I ask, already melting into a puddle from seeing how absolutely adorable she is. "I'm Juni" she laughs when I go down to her level. "Well it's very nice to meet you Juni and how old are you?" I ask and she lights up when I continue taking an interest in her. "I'm four! Well Daddy says I'm turning five soon but it feels like it's taking forever. Right Daddy?" she says and looks back towards the man now left standing in the doorway.
"That's right Juni" he responds and the deep tenor of his voice sends a slight shiver down my spine, so full of love and admiration that is obvious to anyone who might come across the pair. "Oh!" I say, quickly straightening back up to meet this mysterious Jungkook and my throat goes dry once I've laid eyes on him.
Tall, strong build, dark brown hair that's well taken care of and styled perfectly, strong jawline accompanied by the contrast of the softest look in his brown almost black galaxy eyes that are still focused on his beautiful daughter.
"I'm sorry" I say but he shakes his head before he turns his head in my direction, taking in the sight of me as well before speaking. "That's alright, Juni kind of grabs everyone's attention right away" he says giving me a soft smile. "I'm Jungkook" he says, holding his hand out to me. "Y/n" I say shyly and shake it, his hands being much larger than mine is comforting in a way.
"My mom told me we used to come see you when we still lived here" he says once we let go, Juni now quietly watching our exchange. "Used to?" I question, curious to know more about why our mothers had lost touch. "We went back to our hometown for a while and then moved back to the city soon after Juni was born" he says and I nod my head, accepting that as an answer for now but wanting to know more.
"Sounds like I was just an infant though so I don't really have any memory of it" I admit while rocking back and forth on my heels, a nervous habit I've picked up over the years. "It's alright, I didn't expect you to remember" he chuckles, "I was only three so I don't remember much of it either" we laugh at his returned confession and a more comfortable air settles between us.
"Well it's nice to finally meet you" I say and he nods his head. "Likewise" he replies and we stand there for a moment, not really knowing where to go from here then, thankfully Juni breaks the silence.
"Daddy I wanna talk to the pretty lady" she says and grabs my hand and pulls me away from him. "Be nice Juni" he warns and she pouts, leaving me crouching down to her level and tilting my head to meet her gaze. "There's enough of me to go around little one. Don't worry" I say, booping her on the nose and making her giggle again.
Jungkook walks in a bit more and closes the door behind him, watching our little exchange before my mother comes out to check on us.
"Y/n why don't you take Jungkook and..." she says trailing off, not having learned his daughter's name yet. "Juni" Jungkook says and my mother smiles at the sound of the adorable name. "Jungkook and Juni outside. I'm sure she'd love to run around a little bit before dinner is ready" she suggests and I agree while Juni starts jumping up and down, excited to explore an unfamiliar place.
Jungkook follows closely behind as I lead the way but I ultimately end up getting dragged along by Juni who is surprisingly perceptive and has already mapped out the door that we'll be going through. "Come on Daddy keep up!" she calls after him once we've reached the door, looking back and seeing that he's fallen behind.
"I'm right behind you Juni" Jungkook chuckles and once we step outside Juni lets go and runs back and forth all around the yard, looking at anything and everything she can find.
"Be careful!" I say, worried that she could hurt herself but Jungkook comes over and stands next to me and reassures me she'll be fine.
"It's alright, if she gets hurt it'll be a little reminder to pay attention to what she's doing next time. That's the only way kids really learn right?" he says turning towards me, granting me with a soft smile, almost as if he's looking for validation on his parenting choice.
"Of course," I respond, returning the smile, "even some adults need to crash and burn before they learn their lesson sometimes" I point out and it makes him relax a bit more, thankful to see that he's right in his dealings with situations like this.
"She's a good kid" I say after leading him over to the patio set we have out here so we can sit down and watch her. "Thanks, it's been difficult raising her on my own so I'm never really sure if I'm doing a good job or not" he admits and I nod my head, taking a second to think about my response since it's a sensitive subject.
"I can tell that you love her very much so I have no doubt in my mind that you'll always do right by her" and I can tell that my words bring him a sense of comfort. Being a single parent can be extremely difficult especially when you lose the love of your life as soon as you become a father.Â
I wouldn't wish that pain on anyone.
"Y/n?" I hear him call out and realize that my mind had drifted off for a second. "I'm sorry what did you say?" I say, my cheeks heating up from having been caught daydreaming. "I asked if you had any children of your own" he chuckles and I again try to figure out the best way to word this but figure the best way to go about it is to be honest.Â
I've got no reason to hide from him.
"No, I got divorced last year and my ex husband and I were never able to have children" I say, looking down at my lap, embarrassed to have admitted it but also feeling a certain weight lifted off my shoulders.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know" he trails off and I panic, realizing I might've made him feel uncomfortable, telling him something so personal so soon. "No don't be, I honestly dodged a bullet with that one" I chuckle, hoping to lighten the situation a bit which thankfully it does as I see his body relax a bit.
"Our relationship had been on the rocks soon after we got married and I don't think we were a good match for each other so I think it was the universe's way of doing me a favor in making us somewhat biologically incompatible" I chuckle and he softly does the same.
"Biologically incompatible" he questions, a deeper meaning obviously hidden behind those words. "We both got checked out and everything looked completely fine but I guess it wasn't meant to be, thank God" I sigh, sincerely thanking whoever might've been in charge of making that executive decision for us.
"I'm not exactly sure what to say to that but I'm glad it worked out?" he states almost as if it was a question and I laugh, in response hoping I can recover this incredibly awkward conversation. "I'm sorry, that was a huge overshare that I probably should've kept to myself" I say, clearing my throat in hopes it would aid in clearing the peculiar air that had settled between us.
"You have nothing to apologize for, I asked and I feel honored that you felt comfortable enough to be so transparent with your answer" he says, the warmth in his tone giving me an ache in my chest. How could someone be so kind to someone they've just met? It's as if I could tell him anything and he would listen to me as if I was the only person in the world.
"Daddy!" 'Well me and Juni', I say to myself and watch as his attention now shifts to his daughter who is running up behind me. "Daddy look!" Juni says, holding out her hands that are now thoroughly caked in mud but hold a rock that is almost a perfectly shaped heart in the center of her palm. "Oh Juni" Jungkook chuckles, the ends of her dress now matching the state of her hands and neither Jungkook nor I can hold in our laughter.
"That's a very beautiful rock Juni! You're so clever" I say and I can see a sense of pride straighten her posture a little bit. "Juni your beautiful dress" Jungkook chuckles, clearly not minding but also trying to figure out what to do. "I'm sorry Daddy" she say, that pride slowly dwindling after seeing the mess she's made of herself.
"Hey Juni" I say, turning her attention back to me and I can see her spirits lift a little. "Would you like to see some of the clothes that I used to wear when I was your age?" I ask and her eyes light up at the thought. "Did you wear pretty dresses too?" she asks, clearly excited about seeing more new things. Her childlike wonderment makes my heart ache. Must run in the family.
"I did, but none of them were as pretty as yours. If you like, you can borrow one of mine while we wash this one" I suggest and the way her head nods up and down so fast makes me chuckle.
"Let's go to my room then! Hopefully we can find something you'll like" I say, standing up and straightening my dress while Jungkook reaches out for Juni's foot.
"Let's take your shoes off before we go back inside baby. We wouldn't want to track any mud into the pretty lady's house right?" Jungkook says, flashing a soft smile at me before looking back down to complete his intended task and Juni complies right away.Â
My breath hitches as he purposefully uses the nickname Juni had given me and I quickly walk past them and open the door to go inside, trying to clear my head for a second, willing myself to keep it together. Â
"Are you coming with us?" Juni asks and he nods his head, "I gotta go clean your shoes off first though" he says and I walk all three of us over to the bathroom so Jungkook can do just that as well as wash Juni's hands off.
"Wow!" is the first word that comes out of her mouth when we walk into the butterfly themed bedroom, mesmerizing her from the first glance. "Your room is so pretty!" she says, quickly running around here and there, being careful not to get too close since we haven't gotten a chance to change her dress yet.
"You like it?" I question and she's quick to nod her head again. "I wish my room looked like this" she says, spying all of the little butterfly details from the dainty embroidering on the bedspread to the knobs on the dresser, all of them working in harmony.
"We can go look for some butterfly stuff next time we go to the store if you'd like" Jungkook says while he walks into the room and right up to her while she stares up at the ceiling where there are a couple scattered across it. Nothing is too over the top but there is clearly a theme going on that she is captivated by.
"Really?" she asks, confirmation of what he's said being important to make sure she's hear him right. "Promise" he says holding out his pinky that she quickly wraps her's around as best as she can with her little ones being so tiny in comparison to his. She looks at the two of us before beckoning Jungkook to come closer so she can whisper something in his ear.
"Can the pretty lady come with us too?" she 'whispers' in his ear almost as loud as her speaking voice and I try to hold back my laughter, pretending like I didn't hear a thing. "Why don't you ask her?" he whispers and when he leans back she looks him in the eyes and he nods to further encourage her.
"Um, would you like to go shopping with us to get butterflies for my room too?" she asks, walking up to me shyly. Jungkook looks at me with a soft smile and I notice how the tips of his ears have almost gotten a little pink, his expression soft and charming but his body still showing tell tale signs of nervousness.
"Sure Juni, I'd love to go shopping with you" I say and she giggles in response while running back to her Daddy. "Can we go right now?" she asks jumping up and down. "We'll go another time don't worry baby, we've gotta set up a time so the pretty lady can go with us too right?" he reminds her and although she's sad she has to wait she nods in agreement. "Good, now let's get you out of this so we can make you all nice and clean again" he says, unzipping the back of her dress and revealing the cute little white tank top and tights that she wore under it.
I focus my attention on opening up the closet and grabbing a couple of dresses out for her to choose from. "These ones should fit. Which one would you like to wear Juni?" I say and her eyes flitter back and forth between all of them before giving her a Daddy a devious smile and hugging them to her chest. "I want all of them" she giggles and my heart melts, thinking about how fun it would be if I had a daughter just like her.
"Pick one Juni" Jungkook chuckles and she pulls back flipping through the selection I've made before her eyes light up and find the one she's dying to wear. "This one, this one!" she says, lightly holding onto the skirt and jumping up and down. I shift my grasp on them and hold out the one she chose for Jungkook to take and once he does there a static jolt of electricity that shocks us leaving the both of us pulling away slightly.
"Sorry it's probably from all the fabric of the dresses" I explain and he smiles in response. "Don't worry about it. A little spark never hurt anyone" he says and it's almost as if his voice had dropped a bit with that remark, leaving me widening my eyes a bit before turning back around and placing the dresses back in the closet.Â
Why does he make me so nervous?
"Lady, lady look!" I hear from behind, and watch as Juni turns this way and that once Jungkook has finished putting the dress on her. "My goodness Juni don't you look adorable!" I say and she runs up to the the mirror in the corner of the room, watching the skirt swish this way and that. "Say thank you Ms y/n" Jungkook says, correcting Juni and finally telling her my name. She sounded too cute calling me 'the pretty lady' I just didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.
"Thank you Ms y/n!" she says, running up to me and wrapping her arms around my legs since she is still too small to reach anywhere else. "You're welcome Juni" I say, smiling down at her and smoothing her hair down. "Remember Juni, we're just borrowing it so we can wash your dress. We have to give it back to Ms. y/n before we leave" Jungkook says and I can see her excitement dwindle a bit but is no less thankful for being able to wear it tonight.
"Thank you for letting me borrow it Ms. y/n!" she says and I smile again, falling more and more in love with this adorable little girl with every smile she graces me with. "You're welcome" I say and she lets go of me and twirls around in it before stopping.
"Oh! I promise to be really careful and keep this one clean" she says holding out her pinky to do just as she had done with her father moments ago and I kneel down to her level and do just that before booping her on the nose causing another fit of giggles to spill out of her.
"Y/n, dinner is ready" my mother says while poking her head around the corner and I can tell she is completely satisfied by the scene that she's walked in on. "Oh Juni what a beautiful dress!" my mother says, noticing it right away, remembering it was one of my favorites. "Ms y/n gave it to me!" she says, swishing around in it again before doing a full twirl for us.
"Well aren't you the most darling little girl I've ever seen! Are you ready to eat? I heard that mashed potatoes are one of your favorite foods right?" my mom says, holding out her hand for Juni to take and she gladly does.
"Did my grandma tell you that?" she asks, clearly surprised that this complete stranger already knew something about her. "Yes she did. I hope you like them!" my mom says and Juni rushes down the hallway dragging my mom behind her. "Juni be careful!" Jungkook calls out to her but my mom just laughs it off.
"Why don't you show Jungkook where the laundry room is so you can put her dress in the washer" my mom offers up and I nod my head and look up at him. "That's okay I can just wash it when we get home" he says, politely declining the offer. "It's alright, it's best to wash it right away so it doesn't stain" I say, holding out my hand for the dress and he smiles before handing it to me and following my lead.
"You have a lovely home" he says shyly, looking this way and that taking notice of the small details just as Juni did. 'Like father like daughter' I think to myself. "It was my childhood home as you could probably tell from my old room" I say and he hums in response as I stop at the door to the laundry room.
"I know Juni is never going to stop talking about it" he chuckles and I smile at the loving tone that is always present in his voice whenever he speaks about her. We stand there in silence for a bit while I gather the various cleaning products I'll need.
"If you like, I can show you how to get stains like this out? If there was ever a day when I was her age that I didn't get some sort of dirt, mud or grass stains on my clothes my mother would write that down as a national holiday" I say and he laughs at that before accepting the offer.
"Sure, I'd like that" for some reason I can't seem to find the right words so I simply turn around and rinse off the mud in the little sink we have in here. "Do you think you could get that one for me?" I ask, nodding toward one of the stain removers. He wordlessly does as I ask and helps apply a drop or two of it to each of the areas I point out.
"I could've done that" he says now realizing how he's just standing there watching me clean his daughter's dress. "No, that's okay I offered!" I say, reassuring him that I don't mind. I wordlessly ask for the next stain remover before rubbing it in and ringing out the excess water. He opens up the washer lid for me and I toss it in and look this way and that for the laundry detergent.
"Looking for this?" he asks, pulling it off the shelf above the washer. "See, that's a perk of living on my own now. I don't have to worry about things being up too high for me anymore" I chuckle and quickly scoop in the appropriate amount and start the washer.
"Well let me know if you ever need anyone to get something that's out of your reach, it's one of the perks of being tall" he jokes and I laugh but almost shy away from the fact that he expects to see me again. "So I've heard" I say and try to put the detergent back on my own but it soon tips back over and is close to crashing down until he catches it, which in turn ends with him trapping me between him and the washer.
He slides the detergent back in it's spot and takes half a step back, giving me the smallest bit of space. "Why didn't you let me help you? I was standing right here?" he asks, tilting his head at me. "I don't know, I guess I'm just used to doing things on my own now" I chuckle awkwardly. "Well hopefully you'll get used to letting me help you soon" he says, finally taking another step back and giving me a bit more space to breathe.
"Sorry about that" I apologize awkwardly, leaning my back against the washer now with him leaning up against the wall directly in front of me and giving me a crooked smile. "Don't apologize, there's nothing wrong with being independent" he says and quickly scans my body but he does it so fast that if I would've blinked I would've missed it.
"Daddy it's time for dinner" Juni says, her soft steps not having been heard by either of us over the sound of the washer, breaking us out of the little moment that we had been having. "Okay Juni we're coming" he chuckles and holds out his hand for her to take but she giggles and dodges it, reaching for mine instead.
I squeeze past Jungkook as this little room is only wide enough for one person to walk through and the front of our bodies brush up against each other only for a moment until she's tugged me halfway out the door. "Let's be a train Daddy! Grab onto Ms. y/n's hand so you can be the caboose!" she says, turning this trip down the hallway into a game.
"Oh that's okay sweetie why don't you-" he starts but I hold out my hand for him to take, him only having refused for my sake, not wanting to make me uncomfortable with any unwanted skinship. "Grab on Daddy!" Juni giggles and I look up at him and see that he's looking down at me. He chuckles before grabbing onto my hand and the both of us are soon trailing behind Juni as she drags us to the dining room.
Once we get to the dinner table Juni lets go of my hand and runs back to where Jungkook's mom is so she can continue to help her eat her mashed potatoes.Â
When everyone notices that Jungkook and I have arrived, we're greeted with four sets of eyes, all of them extremely happy to see us. It's then when I realize that we were still holding hands so I gently slide mine out of his, almost wishing I didn't have to.
He looks down at where our hands had been connected when I do and I can almost see that he's also disappointed that I let go but his expression is quickly replaced by an awkward smile aimed at our parents.Â
When I look at the table I see that Jungkook and I are meant to sit directly across from each other. Which I'm sure is another one of my mother's ploys to get us to keep glancing up at each other, this time though I don't really mind.
When I go to walk to one side to sit down next to Mr. Jeon, Jungkook follows right behind me.Â
"Oh did you want to sit on this side?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "No, I just wanted to pull your chair out for you" he says and I feel butterflies in my stomach. "Oh, okay" I say quietly and watch as he does just that and slides the chair in behind me once I've sat down. "Thank you" I reply, smiling up at him and he does so in return before rounding the table to take a seat in his place.
"So y/n, your mother told us that you work in photography, is that right?" she asks and I take a drink of water before responding. "Well not really, I've done a few freelance jobs here and there. Enough to keep me afloat so to say but I hope to do it full time soon!" I say and I see Jungkook perk up at that.
"Jungkook has always loved photography as well! He's always been tinkering away with cameras since he was just a few years older than Juni" his mother says while Jungkook cleans off Juni's face as it seems like she's gotten more food on her face than in her mouth.
"What subject do you usually shoot?" I ask, curious to see where his interests lie. "Mostly editorial, but I tend to enjoy the shoots a lot more when they have to do with nature. I believe beauty can be found in almost anything so I tend to just capture whatever inspires me at the moment" he says, his answer being very similar to mine.
"I feel the same way" I respond simply before shying away from the topic as I feel our parents are studying our interaction.
Once they notice the silence they decide to pick up the conversation just throwing facts about Jungkook and I back and forth, pretty much doing the getting to know you game for us without giving us much room to get a word in edgewise. Which leaves the both of us to just follow the conversation and occasionally making eye contact when either side makes a slightly embarrassing comment.
"Hey Dad" Jungkook calls out to his father over the never ending conversation they're having about us. "How's that new project at work going?" he says and I can already tell that it's one of those kinds of topics that once you get him started on it he won't stop and that's just the case as we now watch the conversation take a turn that is thankfully so far off from the two of us.
As time ticks by and the subjects change a few more times I notice that Jungkook has started to get up and clear the table to which I jump up in response to help him.
"Oh Jungkook don't worry about that I can do it later" my mother says but he shakes his head. "It's the least I could do after you've provided this wonderful dinner for my family and I" he says and I can almost see my mother swooning from his response. "Well thank you very much, sweetie can you show him where to place them, just next to the sink is fine" she says to me and I nod, looking up at him and nodding my head towards the direction of the kitchen.
Once we've gone there and back from the table a few times I decide to just start loading up the dishwasher, trying to escape that mortifying conversation for as long as I can. "I brought your glass for you. Wasn't sure if you were planning to finish it or not" he says, walking over and placing my wine glass on the counter next to me. "Thanks" I say quietly, neither of us having said a word to each other since the very beginning of that dinner.
"Your parents are really sweet" he says, breaking the ice and clearly acknowledging how obvious they all were about their motives. "Yours too. I'm sorry about tonight" I say and his brows furrow, clearly not understanding why I would need to apologize. "I knew my mom would end up doing something like this but once her mind is made up there's no stopping her" I admit and he gives me a crooked smile in response.
"Don't worry, I knew what all of them were up to too. My mother was praising you so much and telling me how beautiful and smart and respectful you are so I had an inkling that this was their plan all along" he says and I turn away from him, trying to hide my flustered expression.
"She's right you know" he says, coming around to stand next to me, leaning against the counter while I face it, cleaning up the inside of the sink and grabbing the towel next to me to dry my hands.
"Right about what?" I question, now turning to face him and noticing just how close he's gotten. "About how beautiful you are" he says and I have to blink a few times, trying to figure out why this incredibly handsome man in my kitchen is flirting with me.
I just wanna thank past me because whatever I did in my last life must've been incredible if I'm being offered up a man as remarkable as he is.
"I-" I start but am soon interrupted by my mom walking in on us. "Y/n could you- oh! I'm sorry, as you were" she says, taking small backward steps out of the kitchen, keeping hers eyes on the two of us before turning around to walk back to the living room that they had moved to.
"I'm sorry about her" I say, taking a drink of my wine but he laughs it off. "It's alright, I don't mind" he says watching me with curious eyes as I polish off the rest of it. "Juni has taken a real liking to you" he says and my heart melts at the sound of her name.
"Really? She's probably the happiest child I've ever seen. I really like her too" I say and he smiles, no doubts memories over the years flashing through his head.
"You've done a really good job raising her Jungkook" I say, and his eyes flutter back to mine, this time being the first time I've spoken his name and it looks as if just that alone brought him so much satisfaction. "Thank you y/n" he says, and I feel my heart flutter, the deep baritone of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
"Daddy can I have some cake?" we hear as Juni walks into the kitchen, "Can I have some cake..." Jungkook says, trailing off and waiting for those magic words. "Please?" she says, realizing what he had been getting at.
"Sure baby, Ms. y/n and I will bring it out in a second okay?" he says making her smile as she runs out of the kitchen "Thank you" she calls out over her shoulder leaving the two of us laughing at her enthusiasm.
"That's probably what my mom was coming in to ask us for" I say and he nods in agreement, helping me carry everything out so we can all have a slice of the small cake my mom had gotten for tonight. "How much you want to bet that they sent Juni looking for us earlier too?" he whispers to me as we make our way over to where everyone else has gathered. "You might be right about that one" I whisper back, quickly catching onto all of their little games.
After setting the cake and all of the plates and forks down on the coffee table my mom takes on the task of cutting it up and serving it, with the very first piece going to little Miss Juni. "Thank you!" she says, eyes wide as saucers leaving all of us cooing at her. "Eat slow Juni" Jungkook reminds her, no doubt having troubles with her eating her desserts too quickly.
I take on the task of helping my mother hand out the slices and once I give one to Jungkook I finally notice that the only empty seat is right next to him and he looks down at it before looking back up at me in a silent invitation to sit down and I take it cautiously.
The couch that we're sitting on is kind of a love seat ironically, seeing as the whole theme of tonight is trying to set us up with each other.
Once I've sat down I realize that I've sat right next to him to the point of where my shoulder ended up bumping into his. "Oh! I'm sorry" I say, scooting away from him but with the size of the couch I don't really end up moving all that much. "It's okay I don't mind" he says, before taking a bite of his cake and turning to face the rest of the group.
The seven of us continue talking and talking until we notice that Juni has fallen asleep in her grandma's lap. "Here mom let me take her" Jungkook says, standing up but both my mom and his stand up and wave him off. "That's okay, we're just gonna go put her down in y/n's room" my mom says and before he's able to say otherwise they've disappeared down the hallway.
"Does she have school tomorrow?" I ask once he's settled back down. "No, she's on spring break right now until next Monday" he relays and I nod my head. "And what about you? Do you work tomorrow?" I ask and he gives me a shy smile before responding. "I had a shoot scheduled in the morning but we went ahead and pushed it to the afternoon so I don't have to worry about going home anytime soon" he says and my heart skips a beat.
"No, I mean, well I don't want to keep you for too long. You probably have other things you'd like to get done tonight?" I ask and he shakes his head. "No, this is the only thing I have planned for the night so I guess you're stuck with me" he chuckles. "I didn't mean to make you feel like I wanted you to leave I just-"
"It's okay I know what you meant" he laughs and I now take notice that we're the only ones left in the room. "Oh! Where did my dad go?" I ask, my eyes darting this way and that, not even being able to hear his voice.
"I think I heard something about them setting up the fire pit? I'm not sure but he's outside with my dad right now" he says and I spy both of them looking through the glass door before quickly ducking out of view once they realize they've been spotted.
"Maybe we should head out there" I say but he cuts off that thought by asking me a question that keeps me frozen on the spot.Â
"Is there a reason why you don't want to be alone with me?" he asks, arm now having been draped around the back of the couch a while ago, completely unknown to me making this all seem a lot more intimate than before.
"Who said that?" I chuckle nervously, clearing my throat before sinking back into my seat. "You just did" he says, nodding towards me and I feel like I want to crawl in a hole and die. I thought I could escape this night without being awkward like this but I guess not.
"You trying to get rid of me?" he teases and I shake my head right away, "No I'm sorry I just-" "It's okay, I'm only joking" he says and I laugh nervously. "So why don't you tell me about yourself?" he says, giving me the most open ended question ever and I scramble to find something but I just can't seem to come up with anything interesting enough to mention.
"Well, my parents pretty much said everything there is to know about me over dinner earlier" I say and he shakes his head. "I want to hear something about you from you. Like what are some of your hope, your dreams, something you're passionate about" he says, being a little more specific this time.
"My dreams?" I trail off, thinking for a second and he watches me as I wrack my brain for something notable. "It's kind of silly" I admit once I've settled on something. "Good thing I've got a sense of humor" he replies, trying to encourage me to continue.Â
"Well, I've always wanted one of my photos to be on the cover of TIME magazine" I admit and see his eyes light up. "I have a similar dream" he says and my eyes widen in surprise turning my body to face him, wordlessly asking him to share his too.Â
"I'd like one of mine to end up on the cover of National Geographic" he relays and I smile in turn. "That would be perfect for you! Well, since the subject you love to capture the most is nature I could definitely see your work fitting right in!" I say, excited to see someone else who's trying to aim as high as I am.
"And I could see yours being a shoe in for TIME as well" he says, and I shy away from his praise. "Okay and what's something you're passionate about, and don't say photography" he says, interrupting me causing me to slump down, having to take another second to come up with an answer.Â
He chuckles a bit at my reaction and I glare at him causing him to smile at me even more so look up to the celling as if it had the answers to something interesting about me.Â
"Well, I really love reading. I know it might not seem like a passion but when I read a really good book and I find someone who has read it or will at least let me talk about it it's as if I gain a boost of energy and can't contain my excitement. That's definitely the nerdy side of me showing but that's all I can really think of at the moment" I say honestly and when I look back at him it's as if he thought I was the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.Â
"Sorry, I think I got a little carried away there" I say, getting shy from being looked at like that, his soft gaze an expression I'm not used to, especially from someone I just met. "Um, your turn" I say, hoping to get some of the spotlight off of me.Â
"I know this might be cheating but I do enjoy taking video and editing them. Even if it were as simple as filming Juni for an afternoon, it's something that if given the chance, would be something I could be extremely passionate about" he says and although it is cheating since it's somewhat similar to photography, I'll let it slide.Â
"Have you thought about switching up your profession to include video as well as pictures?" I ask and he nods before answering. "I have but I haven't taken enough time to seriously consider it. Juni is still young and I want to make sure I have a stable income in order to take care of her and if I'm being honest I feel almost as if a career change could jeopardize that" he says and I watch him with the same intent that he had given me and he too seems to shy away from it.Â
"It's silly since it would probably be a seamless transition but I can't help but feel reservations towards it" he says and I place my hand on top of his that's in his lap.Â
"It's normal for a parent to worry about providing for their child. I don't think it's silly at all and it shows how much you truly care about Juni and her well being. She's lucky to have you as her father" I say and he cringes only for a moment before his expression goes back to a softer one. I want to ask what would've warranted a reaction like that but I leave it alone.Â
"Okay your turn, what is something you hope for?" he asks and I already know the answer to it but I'm hesitant to say. I take a second to try and figure out how to formulate it properly but decide to just go for it.Â
"I hope to be a mother and have children of my own someday. Doesn't matter if it's naturally or through adoption, I just hope to have someone I can love and care for unconditionally and watch them as they grow and change and pray I'll receive that love and care back from them" I say and he gives me a wary expression and I quickly try to backtrack, not knowing if I've messed up or not.Â
"I'm sorry that was probably extremely insensitive of me" I say, pulling away my hand but he holds onto it and gives me a sad smile before responding. "I think you would be a wonderful mother. If you were to give your children even half the time and attention you've given to Juni today they would still be incredibly lucky to call you their mother" he says, reassuring me that it's okay to talk about these topics around him.Â
"Last one?" I question, seeing if he's up to telling me something he's hopeful for. "I just hope that no matter what my family and friends stay happy and healthy. It might be simple but I enjoy the simple things in life" he says and I smile, seeing how truly kind and compassionate he is just from his simple answer. "That's a good answer" I say and we both chuckle a bit before we're broken out of yet again another moment by the sound of our mothers stumbling into the room.Â
"Oh don't let us bother you we're just going to head outside with your father" Jungkook's mom says to him and I can see now from the warm glow shining through the glass door that they've finally started up the fire pit.Â
"Oh we'll come outside too!" I say and try to get up off the loveseat. I'm able to stand but immediately lose my balance and feel a strong set of hands on my hips and end up falling into Jungkook's lap. "I-" I start, turning towards him and trying to get out an apology but stop short when I see how close his face is to mine, our noses almost touching.Â
I hear our mothers head outside quickly and close the door but neither of us pay any mind, both focused on each other to the point where neither of us move for what feels like forever but was only a matter of seconds. When I do try to get up I feel his grip on me tighten.Â
"I'm s-sorry, this couch is always difficult to get off of" I explain and he smiles. "Like I said before, you have nothing to apologize for" he says, his voice a bit deeper than before and it takes every fiber of my being to stop myself from looking at his lips but when I see his flutter down to mine I can't help but do the same.Â
"Daddy, why is Ms. y/n sitting on your lap?" we hear Juni say and I immediately get off of him and throw my face in my hands, trying to hide the embarrassment written all over me but Jungkook handles it like a champ.Â
"Ms. y/n just fell down Juni and I caught her. You know how I catch you sometimes before you fall?" he offers and she walks over to us, rubbing her eyes and immediately climbing onto Jungkook's lap. "Oh okay" she says, yawning again after Jungkook places a kiss on the crown of her head.Â
"Do you wanna go see the fire that grandpa and Ms. y/n's dad made?" he asks and she hums in approval, still half asleep but wanting to go outside with everyone. "Okay let's go" he says, standing up with Juni in one arm and holding his hand out to help me up. I glare up at him and he smiles, knowing he's added to my embarrassment but I take his hand anyways and he makes no moves to let go once I'm up on my feet, walking us all towards the back door.Â
Once we're outside though that's when he lets go so he can hold Juni properly while he walks down the patio steps so we can get to the fire pit.Â
"Juni woke up?" his mother asks and Jungkook nods. "Yeah she wanted to come outside with everyone even though she is still very very sleepy" he says, talking in a silly sweet voice that makes Juni pout although her eyes are still closed. "I'm not sleepy" she says mid yawn causing me to coo at her and when she realizes I'm still close by she sits up off of Jungkook's chest and reaches towards me.Â
I look between her and Jungkook for a second and he nods his head in approval and hands her to me, grabbing a chair afterwards for me to sit on and pulling up another one next to mine and looks over at Juni to see she's practically sound asleep again. "Are you okay with her?" he asks and I hum in approval leaving him placing another kiss on Juni's head before leaning back in his chair.Â
"So Jungkook, what do you think of my daughter?" my mother asks and Jungkook chokes on air, not expecting the straightforward question. "Mom!" I scold and she chuckles, "What? It's a simple question. No need to give a complex answer, unless he wants to" she teases and I swear I can even hear Jungkook's dad chuckling at my mother's antics.Â
They couldn't make it more obvious that they're trying to set us up even if they tried.Â
My dad luckily somewhat comes to Jungkook's aide and hands him a bottle of water to hopefully help him stop coughing which it does thankfully.
He takes a second to clear his throat and I would be lying if I said I wasn't on edge, waiting to hear what his answer might be. "I think she is a very kind hearted and very intelligent young woman" he says simply and the echos of him calling me beautiful earlier on tonight attach to the end of that.Â
"And would you like to see her again?" she continues and he then looks over at me, giving me a soft smile and glancing down at Juni before looking me in the eyes again. "We've already planned to see each other again" he says, memories of Juni's invitation to the butterfly shopping trip fluttering through my mind again.Â
"Did you hear that? Jungkook has already asked to see her again" my mom says, calling over to Jungkook's mom as if she hadn't been listening the whole time. "Well technically Juni asked if I could go shopping with them" I explain and Jungkook chuckles. "Juni is a very smart girl" my mother compliments and Jungkook and I can't help but laugh.Â
The rest of the night flies by and before I know it we're already standing in the doorway saying goodbye. "It's was so nice seeing you again y/n! I hope to be seeing you again soon" Jungkook mom says, winking at me. "Oh come on honey leave the girl alone" Jungkook's dad says, coming to my aide and saying his goodbyes as well.Â
Jungkook's parents say a quick goodbye to Jungkook and Juni as well since they came in separate cars and I notice after that my dad pulls Jungkook aside and says something that I regretfully can't make out. Luckily he doesn't seem bothered by it as they smile and shake hands before my dad pats him on the back, sending him off with I can only assume is well wishes.Â
Jungkook says goodbye to my mother and I can tell how much she's praising him, he thanks her for everything and makes his way over to me a few moments later and it's almost as if it was a ghost town with only Jungkook and I in the entryway now, with him holding a still very sleepy Juni in his arms.Â
"Thank you for coming, I know this was probably a lot for you" I say, rocking back and forth on my heels and he smiles before answering. "I had fun, and I know Juni did too" he says and I can feel my heart skip a beat, "I did too" I reply shyly. He reaches into his pocket and unlocks his phone before handing it to me.
"Do you think I could have your number? You know, so we can set up that shopping day soon? I know Juni won't be able to stop talking about it until we go" he says, turning into what I could only describe as a shy teenage boy, asking his crush for her number. "Sure" I say, putting it in and calling my number so I have his too.Â
"Let me know when you get home safe" I say and place my hand on Juni's back and whisper a quick goodbye which regrettably stirs her awake and I mouth a quite sorry to Jungkook but he smiles in response.Â
"Wanna say goodbye to Ms. y/n?" Jungkook asks and she nods her head before opening her eyes and leaning towards me to give me a kiss on the cheek leaving me speechless. "Goodnight pretty lady" she mumbles before laying back down on Jungkook's chest. He chuckles after seeing my reaction and gives Juni a kiss on her head in response.Â
"Goodnight y/n" he whispers to me and I send him the same sentiment, walking him to the door and watching as he walks over to his car while he puts Juni in her carseat. He looks back to see if I'm still watching and smiles at me again before getting in his car and driving off.Â
"So should I schedule an appointment with the caterers tomorrow or...?" I hear my mother say behind me, making me jump before taking a few steps back into the house and closing the door. "Very funny mom" I say, walking over to the living room and plopping down on the couch Jungkook and I had been sharing a couple hours ago.Â
"What's wrong? He's a nice man isn't he? Plus his daughter seems like she loves you! Why don't you give it a shot?" she asks and I sigh, sinking further back into the couch. "I don't know, I just don't want to get my hopes up" I mumble and she sits next to me, placing a comforting hand on my thigh. "What makes you say that?" she asks curiously.
"It's almost as if he's too perfect. He's handsome, charming, charismatic, a great dad and I don't know, he just seems too good to be true" I admit and she nods her head, understanding my hesitation. "Everyone puts their best foot forward when they're meeting someone for the first time. Just go out with him and Juni in a few days and keep an open mind. It's not the fact that he has Juni that's holding you back right?" she questions, trying to figure out what exactly has got me doubting.Â
"No not at all! If anything Juni is an added bonus" I say truthfully and she smiles at me. "Good, because I think she's already become very attached to you" she says and I nod my head. "Yeah I think I have too" I mumble and she claps her hands, jolting me out of my train of thought.Â
"Now all we have to do is get a ring attached to that finger and the three of you can live happily ever after" she says, getting up to clean up the cake plates that sit on the coffee table in front of us.Â
"Mom" I groan and she laughs, "I want some beautiful grandchildren and if that handsome young man can't help you give them to me then I don't know who could" she continues leaving me sighing, not bothering to argue back since she is definitely right about that one.Â
I hear my phone chime in my purse moments later after I walk into my bedroom to gather up my things to go back home and see a message from an unknown number but check my call log and see that the numbers match up from when I called myself off Jungkook's phone.Â
I quickly add him to my contacts before opening up our chat and see a short but sweet message from him.Â
'Home safe and sound. Thanks for having us tonight. Hope to see you soon?'Â he sends with a question mark at the end, clearly still wanting to double check on if I'll actually want to see them again. I wait a few seconds, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard before finally composing a message and hitting send before I chicken out.Â
'See you soon Jungkook. I really enjoyed getting to know you and Juni. Looking forward to shopping for butterflies together!'Â I say and cringe once I reread it. 'Ugh could I possibly sound more desperate?' I say to myself and toss my phone on the bed, sitting down at the computer chair across from it.Â
A minute later I hear another message come in and I practically lunge for the phone, praying I didn't weird him out but moments later I feel heat rushing to my cheeks and have to will myself into not squealing.
'We're counting down the minutes until we can see you again. Let's talk tomorrow and set up a date and time'Â he says and I rush to respond.Â
'Sounds great! Goodnight Jungkook'Â I say, ending the conversation before I end up embarrassing myself even more but before I can even lock my phone his message pops up.Â
'Goodnight y/n, sweet dreams'Â the message is so simple but it still makes me smile.Â
"Is that Jungkook texting you?" my mom asks, poking her head into the room and I quickly lock my phone and grab my purse. "Yes it is, goodnight mom" I say, walking past her and straight to the front door with her trailing after me. "Oh come on sweetie you know I'm just teasing you. I really think he's going to be a good match for you" she says and I turn to face her before I leave.Â
"I really hope so. Say goodnight to dad for me" I say giving her a kiss on the cheek and getting in my car to drive home.Â
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Once I walk in I'm greeted again by Salem and he walks up, waiting for me to pick him up. "You're such a little baby you know that?" I chuckle and he meows in response.Â
I follow the same routine as I always do, carrying him with me into my room and rambling off to him about my day before hopping in the shower but this time I have a lot more to say, leaving me wasting half the hot water and causing me to have to finish up the last bit of my shower in a freezing cold stream.Â
After finishing up and finally settling into bed I lay down and Salem curls up next to me. "Things might be changing around here boy. I only hope they're for the better, what do you think?" I ask after having told him everything and I'm met with the feeling of him purring and if that isn't a good sign then I don't know what is.Â
"I hope he likes cats" I say, giving him one last pet before turning off the light and for the first time in a very long time I can finally say I've gone to sleep feeling content. The last thought that runs through my head is one that helps me fall asleep with a soft smile on my face.Â
I can't wait to see him again...
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The Omen of Sterling | ENHYPEN
Pairing : vampire!enhypen x fem!oc
Genre : vampire, kingdom, reverse harem <3, fluff, angst, smut on some chapters
Summary : The name Sterling hits like thunder for the royal bloodlines. Sterling is the most dangerous vampire family throughout the ages. After they left Krashoviel due to their sweet human daughter, twenty-one years later the same daughter came back for help... or the omen that Cairneyes warned the others about.
WARNINGS : mdni, heavy content, deep world building (i went kinda crazy), blood, murder, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic behavior, curses, religious theme mentioned sometimes, obsessive, (more to add later). DO NOT PROCEED if uncomfortable
Disclaimer : THIS IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE BEHAVIORS OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NOT RELATED TO ENHYPEN REAL MEMBERS AT ALL!
Note : hi, guys. i finally contribute to the enhablr community by publishing this old draft that i wrote years ago. it was inspired by one of my loooong dream that i had on christmas eve night back then in 2020. i decided to stick on the original names that i have for them. all the fem characters doesn't have any face claims, i leave them to your imaginations. some random male idols might appear in the future as relatives/enemy/friends. without further do, meet the characters and i hope you guys enjoy!
CHAPTERS â PROLOGUE CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV
Introduction to our vampires:
Jestel Sinflame
/jĂ©-ssel/ 299 years old â The rightful crown prince of Krashoviel. Choosing peace over war right now (living under the same roof as his brother-like best friends rather than in the sucking dry and toxic castle). A little bit classist like his family, Sinflame, except towards Ricardo, who he saw the potential of that kid himself. His parents died during the Red War and now heâs trying his hardest to contact his brother, Holstein, who also got lost in the war.
Sarco Phelanflame
/sĂĄr-ko/ 288 years old â Phelanflame has always been the first row at wars. Theyâre the leader of the soldiers. Very strong since birth with a little sadistic tendency. Their personality is cold, much colder than the other vampires around Krashoviel. If not cold, theyâre always a little bit of an oddball. All the elders in his family were deceased during the last war. Now, Phelanflame only has three members, including Sarco and his two other cousins.
Ricardo Nikolai
/ree-kĂĄr-do/ 20 years old â Came from an orphanage, Ricardo is a third-class vampire in Krashoviel. He got lucky because Jestel and Sarco saw his potential while visiting his orphanage, they took him home and gave him all the facilities he needed. Ricardo likes to play fight with almost everybody, but his favorite activity to do is disturbing Jusarlieâs peace.
Jasper
/jĂŠs-per/ approximately 23 years old â A new vamp who was found in the woods during their monthly patrolling. No one knows about his background, he lost his memory, so they named him Jasper.
Saine Cairneye
/sÄin/ 201 years old â Grandson of the current Queen on the throne. His mother died during the war. The Cairneye bloodline is in charge of magick, witchcraft, astrology, omen, and so on. Their current job is reading people intentions and possible-futures with their crazy personality tests. They are blessed with good physical appearance, and all of them look like elves. They have a silly little hobby, which is accidentally having a vision that scares the royal family a.k.a Sinflame!
Jusarlie Grieffang
/jou-sÄr-lee/ 297 years old â Grieffang, the fang of Krashoviel. They are the greatest strategists and professors, Grieffang is one of the keys of Krashovielâs endless winning of wars. Theyâre still relatives with Sinflame. Jusarlie is Jestelâs distant nephew, though their age gap is not far. Rival kingdoms tried to kidnap and use Grieffangs against Krashoviel during their wars, but it was no use, Grieffangs are loyal and far smarter than them. Plenty of them are still alive after the wars along with Sinflames.
Hiael Von Ruden
/heeĂŠl/ 314 years old â His original nation is Slevado, Hiael was a crown prince. He turned his back after the Red War, and it creates a huge controversy. He is now working under Jestelâs command and is currently busy training Jasper. Heâs reserved, calm, to the point where it becomes scary rather than comforting for his surroundings. No one knows what is on his mind, but for Jestel, as long as he has made a blood pact then heâs good.
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I donât know if this is an annoying request but is there any way to get a Drabble of when reader had gotten jealous (in the past before the accident) when she found out that joel and Angie had history. In one of your previous chapters, Joel described it as some of the best sex of his life đ
-Kiwi đ„đ
Not an annoying ask at all! Thank you for sending this to me, this was a great idea! Sorry it took so long to get to it!
Jealous
An I Know Who You Are drabble
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), blow job, unprotected piv sex, language, edging, lil bit of dom reader/sub joel, masturbation, angry/a little rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling
WC: 1.6K
A/N: I want to let everyone know this part of their history took place very early on in their relationship. Reader does not yet know his secret, they are in the 'messing around' stage and if you recall, Joel once compared reader to taming a wild horse. So the reader in this story is very different from the one we know. Enjoy!
"Please," Joel whimpered, no longer above begging.
You were between his legs, his cock leaking and heavy in your mouth. With every swirl of your tongue and pump of your fist, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink just to have you pull away with a devilish smirk. It was maybe the third time you left him gasping for breath but he lost count so he couldn't be sure. His brain was a jumbled mess and his skin was on fire, soaked with sweat due to his heart pounding so furiously in his chest for the past twenty minutes.
"God, I love it when you use your manners," you purred. You cracked your back and neck with a soft moan, completely ignoring his cock throbbing and aching for attention in front of you. "It really turns me on. Wanna see?"
He groaned and arched his back off the bed, desperately trying to get you to touch him again. He wasn't used to this. Whatever it was you were doing together was fairly new and while the sex was always good, this was something else. And all because at dinner that night, you discovered he fucked someone else well before you even arrived in Jackson.
It was beginning to bother him how non-committal you were. The first couple times you were together, he didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. Especially considering the guilt that weighed him down ever since he first recognized you. But recently, something changed in the way he looked at you, thought about you, felt about you. He was so fucking rusty, he had no idea how to shift the nature of your relationship to something more meaningful. So when Angie showed up, batting her lashes and touching his shoulder at the bar while he waited for you to finish playing whatever game you were playing and come home with him, he leaned into it a bit. He tossed Angie a smile just to add fuel to the flames and make you end the charade. And out of the corner of his eye, when he saw you stiffen and slam down your drink, he felt his cock twitch with excitement.
Maybe he shouldn't have pushed your buttons.
"You're not listening to me," you said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back onto you. "I asked you a question."
"Yes," he rasped, "show me. Please," he added, remembering at the last second how you liked it when he begged. You smiled and let his chin go, then took that very same hand and slowly dragged it down your bare chest, over your stomach and underneath the fabric of your panties. You tipped your head back and moaned when you slid two fingers into your pussy, and when you began to rock your hips into your hand, still kneeling between his legs on the bed, he whined and fisted the bedsheets next to him.
He desperately moaned your name, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but you cut him off.
"So wet," you whispered, rolling your neck and opening your eyes, steadily holding his gaze while you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. "Feels so good. Maybe I'll just make myself come, instead."
"No!" he growled angrily, sitting up and grabbing the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise but he could see your eyes sparkling with excitement and the corners of your mouth twitch.
"No?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side and sinking your teeth into your lower lip, your eyes locked onto his, now inches away from your face while you snapped your wrist even faster between your legs.
"I wanna make you come," he said through clenched teeth while he did everything in his power not to grab you by the waist and slam you down on his cock.
"If you don't like it, maybe you should've taken her home tonight, instead," you seethed angrily, then your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open when your fingers finally brushed up against that one spot that always made you come undone. Joel's nostrils flared when he realized you were close and decided he had enough.
"Fuck this," he muttered. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it out from between your legs, and before you even had a chance to open your eyes and yell at him, he scooped his other arm around your back and flipped you over so you were lying underneath him. He smirked down at you, finally getting the upper hand. "Did I make you jealous, baby?"
You scoffed and wiggled underneath him, but he pinned you down.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're allowed to fuck whoever you want."
He hummed and noticed your fingers still glistening with your slick. He grabbed your wrist and popped both your fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your arousal with a heady groan, making sure to lick up every last drop before releasing your fingers with a grin.
"Only wanna fuck you, though."
He noticed the way your expression softened a bit, just for a split second. The first crack in your armor. But before he could dig into it deeper, you shifted gears.
"Then go ahead and fuck me already."
He yanked your underwear so fast down your legs, you heard the fabric rip, but you could hardly care when a moment later he was sinking himself inside you with a strangled groan, both finally finding some relief in the familiar stretch.
"Y'drive me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?" he murmured into your cheek. He held your jaw tightly in his grip, his hips roughly slamming into you as you gasped and moaned under him. With every harsh thrust, he brushed against that one spot, already stimulated from your fingers earlier. "Can't just admit you're jealous? Wouldn't look my way all night 'til someone else did and now look at you. Makin' a mess all over my cock."
Your eyes flared with anger and you yanked your chin out of his grasp. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled as hard as you could, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but it was all you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with a grunt, rolled him over onto his back so you were straddling him.
Your mouth crashed down against his, teeth clashing and tongues messily licking into each other. With your heavy breaths mingling together, his hands roamed, grabbing onto every part of you he could find until they settled on your hips. He helped guide you in his lap, fingers digging into the fatty area where your thighs and hips creased, adding more force every time you dropped back down onto his thick length.
"Jesus, fuck!" Joel growled, lifting one hand to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp until the pain faded and you ordered him to do it again, so he did.
You moaned and tilted your chin to the ceiling, hips grinding into him so you could give your burning thighs a break but it apparently wasn't enough because he started to ram up into you, soft grunts slipping past his lips with each thrust.
With little warning, your back arched and you cried out, convulsing and squeezing his cock as you came, gasping desperately for air. He couldn't tear his eyes away, completely mesmerized, like usual. You were gorgeous, he always knew that, but when he got to see you fall apart for him, it transcended his definition of beauty and left him in awe.
Once you collected yourself, he pulled you down to his chest, burying his face against your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your ribs, slamming into your used cunt over and over, making you whimper against his skin.
"I wanna come inside you so fuckin' bad," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.
"You can't," you whispered back, leaving out but I wish you could.
"I know."
With a rough groan, he pulled out, causing your eyelids to flutter weakly and your pussy clench angrily at the loss. He pulled your hips down flush so he could rut against you, stilling momentarily when his hot spend spilled out, smearing all over your stomachs.
After giving him a moment to catch his breath, you tried to roll off of him but he didn't loosen his grip.
"Just another minute," he said softly into your shoulder. He felt your body relax and he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent for later. He tilted his head so he faced you and locked his lips with yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. But you didn't allow it for long. You never did.
"Joel," you murmured against his mouth, pulling away and pushing yourself up. He sighed and let you go, watching as you stood on shaky legs to enter his bathroom and clean yourself up. You handed him the wet towel before collecting your clothes from the floor, holding up your mangled underwear with one finger and giving him a look. He chuckled as he wiped his stomach and shrugged.
You rolled your eyes and turned around so he didn't see the smile on your face as you got dressed. His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment before he said, "you don't gotta leave, y'know."
"I have patrol in the morning."
"So?"
"So I need to get some sleep," you said, pulling your shirt on and fixing your hair. He was really growing to hate this part. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," you added over your shoulder as you headed towards his door. He didn't respond. He just watched you leave, a slow smile pulling at his lips because even though you acted indifferent towards him, the fact remained that you were jealous of another woman giving him attention, and that had to mean something.
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Could we get the engagement party or something with Harry and his now bff fiancĂ©?? I love themđ
Hiii lovey!! Iâm so glad you love them, I do too!! Iâm give you a little something showing their engagement party! I hope you enjoyđ
-Find all things Lonely hereâš
Summary: Itâs your engagement party and Harry has to keep letting other people steal you away from himâš
âDo you mind if I say a few words?â You feel Harryâs hand give your knee a little squeeze as he leans over and whispers in your ear. You turn to look at him as you place your drink on the table thatâs decorated with lovely shades of white and powder pink flowers with candles scattered all around. âI swear Iâll make it quick.â He adds with a smirk making you roll your eyes as you lean over and place a kiss to his cheek.
âYou donât know how to do anything quickly Harry.â
âTonight is supposed to celebrate how much we love each other yet here you are being mean to me.â You laugh as Harry gives your knee another squeeze before removing it so he can grab his drink as you look around the table. Your eyes land on Niall who is looking at you with a grin on his face, he just gives you a reassuring nod as he takes a sip of his drink before he goes back to his conversation with Gemma whoâs sat across from him.
You canât help but smile and lean into Harryâs side as his arm drapes across the back of your chair as his lips find their way to the top of your head. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât nervous at first at the idea of having an engagement party, not really knowing how people would react when they heard the news that your longtime bestfriend had proposed not once but twice and thatâs when you finally said yes. But Harry swore that the people who mean the most to the two of you would be supportive and as much as you hate to admit it, he was right. The proof being all the people sitting around you right now in the private patio bar of one of your favorite restaurants thatâs been decorated with little hints of you and Harry tucked in between all the pink and white decor. One of your favorite little nods to your relationship being the fact the shade of pink used to decorate the tables is the exact same shade of pink as Harryâs suit he wore the first time he asked you to marry him in your backyard.
âHello everyone.â Youâre suddenly brought out of your thoughts by Harryâs voice coming from above you as you notice heâs now standing and has his drink in his hand. âI swore Iâd make this quick.â He looks down at you and shoots you a wink making you shake your head as everyone just chuckles because they all know Harry and his inability to tell a story or make a toast quickly. âI just want to thank you all for coming tonight to help us celebrate starting the next chapter of our lives together and I know that to some this was a little bit of a shock while to others the only shocking thing was how long it took for us to get here.â You smile as he looks down and reaches for your hand so his can interlock his fingers with yours.
âIt may have taken eleven years and two marriage proposals for us to end up here.â You look up at him as you try to blink back the tears that are wanting to form behind your eyes. âBut the important thing is weâre here and Iâve never been happier so even if it took twenty years and five proposals that would be fine with me if it meant Iâd still get to be standing here holding her hand in the end.â Harry looks down at you and gives your hand a firm squeeze as you swipe under your eyes with your free hand not able to stop a few tears from escaping as you listen to him speak. âI love you sweetheart. Thanks for agreeing to letting me love you for the rest of my life.â You hear a collection of sniffles and claps as he leans down and places a sweet kiss to your lips before he takes his seat.
âIâd like to say something as well.â You feel Harry bring your joined hands up to his lips as you turn your head and see Niall starting to stand up. âIâve never seen two people so perfect for each other take so bloody long to realize it.â You hear Harry laugh as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles while Niall turns his body so heâs facing the two of you a little better. âBut Iâm happy you finally did and I mean I think you couldâve just asked her on a date or something Harry but I guess when you know you know right?â Niallâs voice is playful making everyone laugh as Harry just nods while you smile at one of your bestfriends who you know is nothing but happy for the two of you. âI love you both and I canât wait to see what the future holds for the two of you.â He holds up his drink and you reach to grab yours. âTo the future Mr. and Mrs. Styles!â You take a sip of your drink as you feel Harry let go of your hand and wrap his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side.
âNever going to get tired of hearing that.â His voice is a low whisper in your ear. âFuture Mrs. Styles.â You feel him place his lips to the side of your head as you let out a sigh of content.
âYeah well I still have time to change my mind and make you take my last name.â
âAlways so sweet to me but you know Iâd happily do that if itâs what you really wanted.â
âReally?â
âWhatever gets you down the aisle lovey.â
âAre you worried Iâm not going to make it down the aisle?â You ask as you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow to which he just shrugs as he takes a sip of his drink.
âI donât know if Iâm worried but-â
âOh heâs terrified youâre going to change your mind.â Gemmaâs teasing voice makes Harry roll his eyes as he takes another sip of his drink while you just give him a look that is your way of asking if sheâs serious. âBut I keep telling him that you wouldnât have said yes if you didnât actually want to.â You turn your attention away from Harry so you can face his sister who is kneeling beside your chair with a hand on your shoulder and a glass of wine in her other. âBecause while my baby brother may be cute that doesnât mean he can get you to do anything you donât want to.â She leans over so she can shoot her brother a playful look making him just chuckle because of course sheâs right, he hasnât ever in all the years heâs known you been able to get you to do anything you donât want to do no matter how pouty he makes his frown or how hard he bats his long eyelashes at you.
âThat doesnât stop him from trying though does it?â She asks causing you to chuckle while Harry lets out a small huff and you can feel his breath on your neck as he turns so he can look at his sister. âDo you mind buggering off so I can talk to my soon to be sister alone?â Her eyes are on Harryâs as she stands up and motions towards his seat making him sit up straight and shake his head in amazement that sheâs actually asking him to get up.
âWhat? This is my engagement party Gem you canât just make me leave my fiancĂ© in the middle of it.â
âHarry you have the rest of your life to be sat next to her at dinner parties now get up off your rump and let me have your seat.â
âBut Iâm gonna-â
âI know youâll miss her but mum actually wants to talk to you so just go-â
âShe does not sheâs busy talking to Niall and Amelia.â
âFine if you wonât get up then Iâll just take her with me.â This makes Harry just roll his eyes at his sister as she looks down at you with a knowing smile, you reach to grab your drink and start to stand up but Harry is quick to place a hand on your shoulder stopping you.
âMake her cry and Iâll be forced to tell mum that youâre the one who broke her favorite Christmas plate we used to leave cookies on that she had to spend a whole weekend glueing back together last year.â His glare towards his sister is only half serious as he stands up after grabbing his drink off the table, Gemma just rolls her eyes at his sad excuse of a threat. You look up at him with a smile when you feel him give your shoulder a squeeze, he quickly leans down so his lips are right next to your ear. âIâll miss you terribly my love.â You feel your cheeks get warm as you feel his lips place a quick kiss just below your ear before standing up.
âThank you little brother.â Gemma says with a smile as she takes his seat next to you. âNow go stop Niall from talking mumâs ear off about Ireland and golf.â
âYeah yeah Iâm going Iâm going.â
âLove you.â
âLove you too Gem.â You just sit and smile at the two of them, their bickering being something youâve gotten used to over the years and sometimes you may think Harry takes it too far or Gemma says something that actually hurts her little brotherâs feelings you know the two of them have an unmeasurable amount of love and respect for each other.
âHow do you put up with that all the time? Heâs so clingy.â You laugh and give her a casual shrug as you bring your drink to your lips. âYou know when he told me he wanted to ask you to marry him I thought he was joking.â You take a sip of your drink as you look down the table and see Harry taking Gemmaâs empty seat next to Anne who has a grin on her face as she places a hand on his cheek and gives it a little pat making Niall lean his head back with laughter. âI didnât think heâd ever realize what had been standing in front of him this whole time.â You turn your attention back to her and see sheâs also looking at Harry and Anne with a smile on her face.
âHeâs always loved you I think?â You raise an eyebrow as she looks at you while you place your half empty drink on the table. âHe told me something years ago and Iâm not even sure he remembers saying it because it was after a few glasses of wine.â You watch her place her own drink down giving you a little smile as she reaches for your left hand. âHe said he didnât know how to not fall in love with you but he also didnât want to know what it was like to be without you so he would happily push all of that to the side if it meant you sticking around.â While this information wasnât new to you it still made you swallow the small lump that was forming in your throat at the thought of Harry just wanting you in his life so badly that he buried his feelings for you deep down for all these years.
âSo of course when he finally realized youâve always been it for him he does the most logical thing and asks you to marry him.â She lets out a breathy laugh as she looks at the ring on your finger. âDid he give you that lame excuse of he just didnât want to be lonely and all that?â You just nod as you feel your eyes begin to fill with tears as she twirls the ring around on your finger. âHe told me he was asking you because both of you are lonely and it would just make sense for you two to be together and honestly I was worried for him because while he might not have known at the time that his love for you wasnât the kind you have for a friend but the kind you have for a soulmate of sorts. I knew how you felt about him. How youâve always felt about him.â You feel her give your hand a squeeze as you look down the table at Harry who is already looking at you with a raised brow as he takes a sip of his drink.
âI wouldnât have blamed you if you said no.â You turn your head to look back at her as she gives you a reassuring smile as you sniffle and wipe at your eyes with your free hand. âBut thank you for saying yes.â Her voice is low and you can tell sheâs also holding back her emotions as she leans over and places a little kiss to your cheek making you smile.
âShe did tell me no.â Harryâs voice from behind you makes you jump a bit as Gemma just looks at you with a quirked brow. âOr she tried to at least but I convinced her to change her mind.â He adds as he leans down to place a kiss to the top of your head as Gemma lets go of your hand and reaches for her drink. âBy the way mum wants to talk to you.â Gemma glares at her brother but he ignores it as his hands land on your shoulders so he can give them a gentle rub making you instantly relax under his touch.
âYouâre such a brat.â
âI told you not to make her cry.â He says matter of factly while she gets up out of his seat still glaring at him. âGood luck sis.â Is all he says as she turns towards where Anne is sitting, this just earns him a quick flash of her middle finger making him chuckle as he gives your shoulders a squeeze. âHow are you my darling?â He asks as you bring a hand up and place it over one of his thatâs still gently rubbing your shoulders.
âFor a party all about love I canât seem to stop crying.â You joke as you run your thumb over Harryâs knuckles as you look up at him. He just smiles as he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead.
âCan I show you something?â You just nod as he releases his grip on your shoulders so you can stand up. âHave I told you how lovely you look tonight?â You smile as he holds a hand out for you to take as you maneuver around your empty chair.
âOnly once or twice.â You answer as he leads you away from the table and over towards the back of the patio near the bar that was decorated the same way as the table you were just sat at. âYou donât look too bad yourself.â You give his hand a squeeze as you smile at a few people as you walk by them.
âDo you remember taking this?â Harry stops in front of a small table thatâs set up with a candle and a vase full of white and pink flowers next to a picture in frame that has the year â2019â painted on it in white. You let go of Harryâs hand so you can lean in to get a closer look at the photo and you instantly remember the exact moment it was taken making you laugh as you feel Harryâs arms wrap around your waist from behind as you stand up.
The photo is from when he hosted Saturday Night Live as well as performed as the musical guest. The two of you standing in his dressing room, him in his blue button up shirt and yellow pants with one arm wrapped around your shoulders while pointing at your skirt that was very similar to the shade of yellow as his pants, with his free hand. You had shown him the outfit you planned on wearing to the show weeks before hand so in the photo you have your arms crossed over your chest looking up at Harry with a fake annoyed glare while his face holds a giant grin as he looks straight at the camera.
âYouâve always loved to match with me havenât you?â You feel Harry let out a soft chuckle as he places a kiss to the top of your head.
âOnly when you let me.â He admits making you laugh as you turn around in his hold so you can wrap your arms around his neck. âThanks for letting me catch up to you sweetheart.â He whispers as he leans down and rests his forehead against yours. âI love you.â You donât even bother trying to fight the fresh wave of tears that start to form as you feel Harryâs arms tighten their hold around you.
âI love you too Harry.â Your voice is just barley above a whisper but you know he heard you because as soon as the words leave your mouth you feel his nose playfully bump yours before his lips are pressing against yours in a sweet kiss. Before he can pull away you pull him closer to deepen the kiss making him smile against your lips as you play with the hair at the back of his neck.
âYou two are absolutely disgusting.â Harry reluctantly pulls away as Niallâs voice interrupts the moment you two were having. âLike I know this is your party and all but canât you hold off on the snogging until itâs over?â Harry rolls his eyes as he stands up while you remove your arms from around his neck.
âOh please as if I havenât had to watch you and Amelia suck each otherâs faces off at a few house parties?â Harry asks as he drops one of his arms from your waist so you can turn to face one of your bestfriendâs who is now glaring at Harry as he takes a sip of his beer.
âThatâs different H thatâs a house party. Everyone knows things get a bit wild at house parties.â You just laugh as you place a hand on Harryâs back and give him a gentle pat.
âWell this is our engagement party Niall so excuse me if we decide to get a bit wild at-â
âA bit wild? You call snogging in a back corner of a patio getting a bit wild? Youâve really gotten soft in your old age.â
âOld age? Mate youâre older than me.â
âDidnât say I wasnât Iâm just saying youâre getting soft if this your new definition of getting wild.â
âThe night is still young.â
âBut youâre not.â
âYou walk all the way over here with your bad knees just to call me old and soft?â
âNo I came over here to steal my bestfriend away for a moment.â You put a hand over your mouth to hide your laugh as Harry lets out a groan as he looks from Niall down to you.
âEveryone is stealing you from me and itâs a bit rude.â Niall just rolls his eyes at Harry as you reach up on your tiptoes and place a kiss to his cheek. âMake it quick and if you make her cry-â
âOh just go away already you lanky fu-â
âNiall James.â Your voice is harsh making both men turn to look at you, Niallâs cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he realizes heâs in trouble while Harry just leans down and gives you a quick kiss to your cheek before releasing his arm from around you.
âGood luck mate.â Is all Harry says as he walks past Niall who just rolls his eyes as you take a step towards him with your arms crossed over your chest.
âNiall Horan you were about to call my fiancĂ© a lanky fuck at his own engagement party.â You watch Niall just shrug as he looks down at his feet briefly before looking back up at you.
âWell yeah but-â
âBut nothing.â You uncross your arms and reach over and take the beer from his hands making him pout a bit as he watches you place it on the table that has the photo Harry brought you over to see.
âIâm sorry that was rude of me but I just wanted to get a moment with you thatâs all.â You just nod giving him the okay to continue with whatever it is he wants to talk to you about. âYouâre happy right? Like not the kind of happy you get when your favorite wine is on sale at the store or when the bakery down the way has your favorite flavor pie but like really happy?â His voice is full of genuine worry as he reaches for your hands so he can hold them while he looks into your eyes, you canât help but smile at him because of course his main concern is your happiness.
âNiall-â
âBecause if youâre not you know you just have to say the word and we can get out of here no questions asked.â You just shake your head and try not to let yourself laugh because you know heâs being serious.
âIâm happy.â Niall just gives you a questioning look as if he doesnât fully believe you making you roll your eyes. âI really am happy.â You give him a reassuring smile making him just nod. âHarry makes me happy.â He just smiles as he leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head.
âGood because Iâm already a child of an actual divorce so having to pick between you and Harry would be a little too hard on me.â You laugh as he lets go of your hands so he can pull you into a hug making you smile as you rest your head on his shoulder. âBut you know Iâd pick you.â He whispers in your ear before he gives you a little squeeze making you giggle.
âYou about done getting handsy with my future wife or should I do other lap around the party?â Niall just rolls his eyes as you pull away from him so you can face Harry.
âDo another lap.â Niall answers as Harry grabs your hand and gently pulls you towards him making Niall laugh. âI love you two now donât go back to snogging in the corner or anything too wild when I leave okay? Be proper adults and at least find a bathroom or something to do it in.â You laugh while Harry just glares at him as Niall reaches over and grabs his drink off the table before turning and heading back towards the party to take his seat next to Amelia.
âWhy are we even friends with him?â Harry asks as you place your free hand on his chest.
âBecause we love him and he loves us.â You state as you look up at him, he has a relaxed smile on his face when he looks down at you while he gives your hand a few gentle squeezes.
âHow much longer until our wedding day?â You smile at the mention of your wedding day even though youâre not done planning everything and itâs still a mild source of anxiety when you let yourself think of all the little details still left to deal with you canât help but get excited about the fact youâre really going to be Harryâs wife soon.
âOnly like ten months.â Harry pouts at your answer making you laugh as you give his chest a reassuring pat as you reach up on the tips of your toes to place a sweet little kiss to his lips making his frown turn into a smile when you pull away.
âWhatâs ten months compared to the rest of our lives huh?â You want to roll your eyes at how cheesy his response is but you canât, Harryâs always been a sap but heâs gone up a few levels of lovey sappiness since he proposed to you in his living room a month and a half ago.
âExactly.â
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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, whatâs there to lose?
Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?
Notes: oh my god itâs been so long, Iâve been eating myself up over not posting. Iâve been working myself to death, but Iâve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love itđ„č I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!
Word Count: 1500
Series Masterlist
âą April 3rd, 2006 âą Forks HS âą
Reader
Tingly.
Thatâs the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.
Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night⊠Good lord, that dream.
I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they wouldâve left behind⊠the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-
âYou alright, darlinâ?â
His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.
âPerfectly fine, why?â I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I donât have to face him right away.
âYou do remember that I can feel you, right?â His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.
My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.
âJasper-â his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.
âI know.â Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. âLetâs get out of here.â
His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, âIs that a good idea?â
âDarlinâ, I donât have many of those these days.â His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.
Jasper
Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something Iâm not sure I have the strength for, but I canât help it - itâs her.
Iâve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.
Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.
Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.
âWhat?â She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.
Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, âTell me.â I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.
And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I mightâve laid it on a little too thick.
Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.
âNot fair, Hale.â Feisty this morning.
I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, âAllâs fair in love and war, sweetheart.â
Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.
Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, âTwo can play at that game, baby.â
Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.
âWhat is all this?â Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know sheâs found them, the ones of her.
Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe itâs because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something thatâs hard to capture with anything else.
âThereâs-â awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and Iâm on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. âThereâs so manyâŠâ
I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.
âNow you know what I do with my free time.â I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they havenât seen my drawings.
âJasperâŠâ I can tell sheâs getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.
âYou havenât even seen the ones I cherish the most.â Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. âThe very first ones.â
Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. Itâs the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.
âYou were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-â
Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, âJasperâŠâ
âI love you.â My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time Iâve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. âIâve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldnât have it any other way.â Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, âSay something, darlinâ.â
âI love you, too.â Now itâs my turn to go wholly still. âI knew from the moment I saw you Iâd never be the same, I was yours-â
I couldnât wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.
Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I canât get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.
âJazâŠâ her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.
âI am a gentleman, but only just barely.â My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.
A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.
âMaybe I donât want a gentleman right now.â Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.
A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my familyâs timing couldnât be better, but also worse.
âHoney, weâre home!â Emmettâs booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.
Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if weâre to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.
âFucking Emmett.â Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.
âI heard that!â My brotherâs response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.
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Chapter 3 <- Chapter 4-> Chapter 5
{Overview} As you grow closer to Johnny, Simon steps in
{Warnings} Slight angst, female reader, this chapter is a bit short, Johnny being a sweetheart, cursing
âGood morning everyone!â You sang, making your way to the front of the large room. A few mumbled greetings reached your ears. You put your hands on your hips a heavy sigh leaving you. âI said âGOOD MORNING EVERYONEâ! You shouted, your hands cupping the front of your face.
Louder groans echoed through the room but âgood morningsâ were quickly passed to you.
âI know the coffee isnât the best, but I encourage you to have a cup.â You huffed. âWho remembers what weâre talking about this month?â You hummed, beginning your pace around the room.
âSymbols.â Robert spoke up from next to you.
âThatâs right.â You cheered, turning back on your heels. âLetâs narrow that down a bit, what is our main focus this week?â
âWhat different colors symbolize.â Another man shouted from the back.
âPerfect. Thank you, Captain Taylor.â
âWe are learning about what different colors can symbolize. So let me just throw out the color orange. What does that make you think of?â
âOranges.â
âThe sun.â
âMy grandson.â A few laughs broke out in the one. âWhat? His favorite color is orange.â Sergeant Pierce huffed.
âNo thatâs actually perfect. Sometimes colors can remind us of people. Alright what about the color white?â You continued, pacing back around the crowded room.
âSnow.â
âSheep.â
âClouds.â
âA nice, sandy beach.â
âA wedding.â Your ears perked up at that one. You turned on your heels, your eyes squinting towards the far left of the room. Your eyes widened as you locked them with Johnny. A polite smile pulled at your cheeks as you suddenly felt shy.
âAll of those are good.â You complimented, making your way back up front. âToday we are going to be focusing on what Sergeant Pierce shared with us. I want you to paint someone from your memory- but I want you to stray away from realism and focus on colors that either described your relationship with them. For example letâs say- I donât know- twenty years ago you met a pretty little thing while you were stationed in Italy.â A few hoots sounded off from around the room. âYeah, yeah.â You smirked rolling your eyes.
âAnyways letâs say you met this person and they were passionate. What color would you draw them as?â
âRed.â A few people said in unison.
âPerfect, red. Now letâs say along with this person being passionate this person made you happy. What color would you add?â
âYellow!â A few others shouted.
âI think most of us agree on this so far. Now letâs get a little deeper. Now we know you canât be happy all the time so letâs say between these moments of happiness there were pockets of uncertainty. Maybe one of you wanted a more serious relationship or maybe there was the looming possibility you could be transferred somewhere else. What color would you add to represent that?â
âDark blue.â
âIâd add red again.â
âI think a dark green.â
You let out a small gasp. âWe finally got some different answers. So far we have a person painted in yellow, red, maybe some dark blues and greens. Now just looking at this painting we would be able to grasp the sort of feelings this person might cause you. Thatâs our goal today. Now I donât want any of you to worry about being vulnerable because your perception of a color might not be the same as anotherâs- so donât go making assumptions, okay?â You paused for a moment. âOh and try to keep the paintings somewhat PG, I plan on hanging these in the hallway.â You said. The room grew with chuckles before the vets got to work gathering canvases and brushes from the center of the table.
You made your way around the room chatting with each table, this was the part you loved about your job. Getting to know about each person and watch as they opened up without even realizing it. You flushed and excused yourself after a particularly raunchy table, finally ending up near Johnny.
âWhat do we have going on here?â You teased looking around at the canvases.
âDonât know where youâve been hiding this one.â Thomas spoke up, nodding his head towards Johnny. The Scot looked up from his canvas sending you a wink. This corner of the room had been the loudest, breaking out into laughter every other minute.
âHe is pretty funny isnât he?â You replied, eyes dancing back over to Johnny. The man flushed, obviously not expecting the compliment. He looked extra handsome with a red hue to his cheeks. He quickly recovered, flashing the table a smile.
âI got nothinâ on you bastards.â He finally spoke up.
âYou remember that son.â Elias chuckled, giving Johnnyâs shoulder a slight nudge.
âWell donât you boys go scaring him off.â You whispered sternly. They smiled at the playful glint in your eyes.
âWeâll be nice to your boyfriend, Hun. Not to worry.â Thomas assured. The instinctual urge was to deny it-for Johnnyâs sake, but you decided to let it be, you and Johnny sharing a knowing glance.
âWell that was fun, Bonnie.â You jumped at the deep voice.
âReally? They did seem to get into it a bit more than the ones in the past.â You beamed. Johnny got a bit closer admiring everyoneâs handiwork. His shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt the instant urge to sink into his warmth. With him this close you could smell his cologne- a fire with a hint of spice. Out of your four temporary roommates Johnny was the one you felt the closest too- the next runner up being Kyle. He went out of his way to check in with you and be friendly- even with his playful flirting.
âHey, whereâs yours?â You perked up, turning towards him a hand resting against the table.
âI was trying to sneak out with it.â He whispered, his eyes wide as he got caught. âI was going to leave it by your door, but here you go.â He removed the still wet picture from behind his back.
Your hands reached up to cover your mouth in shock. You knew Johnny was good- but you had yet to really study his work. It was a portrait of you, with one hand on your hip, the other resting against your cheek as you looked down with a slight smile. The aspect that really blew your mind was the emotion he was able to capture in your eyes. Happiness, content with a hint of amusement. Your picture was filled with color.
âJohnny.â You gasped before you could stop yourself. Your bleary eyes looked up to meet his. âThis is the most thoughtful thing anyone has given me.â
âWell that makes me sad.â He whispered back. His hand reached up, the pad of his thumb brushing a fat tear that rolled down your cheek.
âGod, Iâm a mess.â You sputtered, wiping your tears on your shirt collar.
âA hot one.â You laughed through your tears, your eyes meeting his melted blue ones one again.
âThank you, Johnny. I mean it.â
Afterwards Johnny took you out to lunch at a cozy pub a few blocks away from work. You two chatted over the daily special. You learned he was the second youngest of four sisters.
âSo thatâs why youâre not uncomfortable around me.â You jested.
He talked about where he grew up, the look in his eyes making you homesick for a place youâve never been.
âIâll take you there one day, Bon. Youâd like it. Itâs rainy with lots of farms.â
He asked about you. Not that you had too much to share. You told him about your different jobs, growing up as an only child, how you missed home but overall were happy you worked up the courage to leave.
He paid the bill before you even realized it had been dropped off at the table.
As he drove you back to work the realization that this was the best date youâd even been on hit you like a bolt of lightning. Not that you had any right to call it a date. He was just being friendly and wanted you to feel welcome. Maybe he was trying to score some points with Laswell that he was being a good host. The thought made your heart sink a bit. You shook the thought away.
âYou okay?â Johnny spoke up from the drivers seat. You quirked your eyebrow. âYou shook your head like there was a bug on you.â
âI did?â You muttered causing him to nod his head. Had you always done that? Sure you would shake thoughts out of your head- but you werenât aware you physically did it. âSpasm, I guess.â You shrugged nonchalantly. He hummed- seemingly fine with your answer.
That night you were by yourself. The house was empty when you came home. You made yourself a quickly dinner, washing the dishes before you even began to eat. It was another nice night out, just chilly enough you could wear one of your favorite sweaters. It was quiet outside, except for a few planes passing overhead. One of the perks of living all the way in the back corner you supposed. The trees rustled from the wind and even though you couldnât be more in civilization- you felt far from it.
A few moments passed until you heard movement over by Simonâs shed. Your hairs quickly stood up as the familiar feeling a fight or flight kicked in. Luckily that was short lived as the door opened to reveal Simon. You took a deep breath, adjusting your gaze to look back at the sky.
âHeard Johnny took you out.â He grunted.
âYeah, he did.â You confirmed, not even registering the sweet smile that graced your face. He sighed causing your smile to fall.
âDonât get use to it. I bet he told you all about his home and how heâs going to take you there one day. Weâve got enough on our plate without you crushing him.â
All the safety that had begun to settle in your bones quickly disappeared. You stiffened in your seat suddenly feeling all too imposing.
âI donât think that.â You sputtered. It was a rare occurrence that someone would be so blunt with you. âI didnât mean to overstep.â You continued, your throat tight and a small shake beginning in your body. Simon refused to meet your eyes, his trained on the house. With another sigh he made his way back inside leaving you in the suddenly all too dark and cold backyard. You made quick work of heading back inside and up to your room.
You heard a car pull into the driveway and a small commotion downstairs. With an embarrassing whimper you rolled over pulling the covers far above your head.
Hi friends! I hope you liked this next chapter. Sorry I made Simon a bit of a meany- heâs just protective of his boys and doesnât want to see them get hurt! You understand right? As always likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. See you next time! đ€
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WHISPERED SECRETS
MDNI 18+
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Summary: After four years your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive.
Pairing: Sisters ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader. Possessive Yoongi.
Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance.
Warning: Explicit sex, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, unprotected sex, drinking, praising, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name, baby.
A/N: Welcome to my first story. This will have chapters. I just have to figure out how to add as I go. I'm so nervous! Let me know if I missed any warnings so I can add them.
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You clutch your phone in your hand tightly as you look around at your surroundings. Your other hand was preoccupied pulling down the too tight, too short dress you were forced into wearing. This is something that you have been doing all night. The thin, flimsy material kept riding up your thighs all night. The chilly wind kept blowing your hair in your face, making you have to shake it out of your face every 30 seconds. It was all so tiring and you just wanted to go home.
The sidewalk outside the bar is littered with drunk people stumbling away to their next destination in search of their next drink. Their faces lit by the luminescent sign in the dark night. It was only 10 o'clock on a Friday night, and you were already over it. You didnât want to be there but your friend Lisa promised you some birthday shots. You didn't like shots but didn't want to let her down either. Unfortunately, she was your driver for the night, and you are pretty sure she ditched you. Great.
âY/N?â A deep voice asked, making you jump slightly.
You whip head to the side where the deep voice comes from. Min Yoongi stood next to you with a question in his stare. Min Yoongi, your sister's ex-boyfriend. You were sixteen the first time you met him. He was eighteen when she first brought him home, declaring to you in secret that he was the love of her life. Gone was the slim, dark-haired teenager with a soft stare Yoongi. The man beside you with sharp eyes, ripped jeans, and silver hair almost made you second guess yourself. It's been four years since you last saw him. He was still beautiful.
âYoongi,â you say so softly you think that he didn't hear you.
âI thought that was you when you walked out. Why are you out here alone?â He questioned you. The concern in his voice is evident. "Are you okay?"
Your phone beeped right as you were about to answer. You nodded your head sadly as your text message revealed what you already knew. âHey sweets, went home with that hot guy from the bar. You're good to get home, right?â With a sigh, you reply with a thumbs up.
âMy friend Lisa just ditched me. Happy birthday to me, I guess,â you say and give Yoongi a tight smile.
âIt is your birthday, isn't it? Twenty-two now, right?â He asked with a smile on his face, and you just nodded your head in response. You feel the warmth of his body closer to you. When did he move closer? âLook at you all grown up now. â
Min Yoongi didn't miss your birthday in the two years he was with your sister. He went out of his way to get you a cupcake and a little gift. He even lit a candle and made you make a wish. It was when you turned seventeen when you realized your smallâŠâŠ strike that, big crush on him. That was the day that you looked at him, and those butterflies came alive in your stomach
âYou mean I'm no longer gangly with braces?â You asked yanking down the dress again.
âYou were beautiful then, too. Do you need a ride? My car is just over there,â he asked with a flick of his hand, pointing his thumb behind him. His eyes swiftly move to watch you fix yourself once more. His eyes snap back up to your face with a gentle smile on his lips,â I'll take you anywhere you want. Let's try and salvage this birthday for you.â
âI don't want to ruin your night. I..I can just take the bus,â you stammered. You didn't want him feeling bad for you. This was just embarrassing. "I'm sure you have better things to do."
He shook his head, held out his hand, and you hesitantly took it. He's warm and calloused, but it seems to fit perfectly. You were scared yours would be sweaty and be a dead giveaway on how nervous you were. If not a sweaty hand, the heat going to your face certainly was. You look up at Yoongi, and he gives you a knowing smirk. Yup, you were caught. He chuckled deeply and guided you to his car with hand on your lower back. Opening the door for you, he waited until you were all settled in the passenger seat before closing the door and getting in himself.
As he turned the car on, the lights on the dash illuminated his face. Min Yoongi, your sister's ex who she cried herself to sleep over after he broke up with her. She constantly stared at her phone for weeks, hoping that he would call her. He never did. She told you loudly one night that he was a loser. How she was so mad she lost two years to him. She never told you why he broke up with her. In fact, she didn't say much to you after that. She left home and moved five hours away not long after. You barely see her. You hope she's happy.
âBaby?â Yoongi's voice broke you out of your thoughts. He placed his hand on your bare thigh, gently moving thumb across your skin, causing goosbumps to race down over your body. âYou okay?â You nod silently, yes. Your eyes are locked on his thumb. Gentle circles, making the heat in your face spread further down. You try not to squirm or press your thighs together, but the ache in your core is making it hard. Yoongi tilts your face up to look at him. Your heart is beating a hundred miles a minute as you stare into his eyes. âCan I kiss you?â he asked in a whisper. Again, you nod your head silently. Yoongi cups your face and brings you closer. His breath ghosts ever so lightly over your lips. âHappy birthday.â He presses his lip surely over yours.
You let yourself get lost in the kiss. You feel his tongue lick your bottom lip, and obediently, you open your mouth for him to explore. His skilled tongue massages against your own. These are kisses that you don't ever want to come back from. Kisses that are making you lightheaded, but you dont dare pull away. You moan into the kiss and tightly clutch his black jacket, pulling his to you. You need to feel him closer to you. His hand drops from your face back to your thigh. His fingertips run up and down the outside, inching just under the hem of the too short dress. You shiver and don't even hide pressing your legs together this time as you start to squirm in his passenger seat. Yoongi nips your bottom lip as he pulls away. You watch him slowly lick, then bit his bottom lip.
âCome home with me?â He asked. His voice is somehow even deeper and more gravelly than normal. Silently, you nod your head, yes.
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MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter. 27 )
đŹauthors note: 1 more chapter until the epilogue and the its over, i can't believe it, seems like it went by fast. I hope you like this i had to add a little shy innie at the end i mean it wouldn't be my shy neighbor if he wasn't...
â CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: after the date ...
â đŠč warnings? smut, language, sex ( f. receiving), unprotected sex, fluff
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"I'm just saying mines was just as good as yours." Jeongin said as you made your way up the elevator to your floor. "Jeongin you painted a flower." You shook your head at the boy.
"Yeah but it was a good flower." He fought back. "Yeah, it was." You agreed. "But not better than mines." He rolled his eyes. "You are really cocky you know that?" You hummed. âIâve been painting since i was like 8, of course i'd be better than you." You said.
"But it's cute you're all pouty because of it." You pinches his cheek. "Stop it." He took your, putting it down at your waist as you walked up to your apartment door â but you decided you wanted to tease him even further. "Why? look at you blushing, you're so cute." Jeongin didn't know what happened, he didn't know if it was the condescending tone in your voice or the fact that you kept calling him baby â but before he could stop himself, he was pushing up against the wall, pinning your arms down, his forehead pressed against yours.
âWhy are you such a brat?" Your eyes widened, you saw this coming, but it still shocked you. "I told you be good and your can't even do that." His voice dripped in lust, his hands keep you from moving. "Stop squirming, didn't you want this, you've been egging me on for weeks now." He dipped his head into the crease of your neck, kissing it, you sighed. "J-jeongin, in-inside." You stuttered.
He let your hands go, freeing you from his hold , but that ended shortly as soon as you turned to open the door, he was pressed up against you once again, whispering all the filthy shit he was going to do to you. "open this fucking door now." You finally got the door open, he softly pushed you into your apartment, his lips collided with yours before you could even close the door, he kicked the door close, using his memory to guide you back to your room without removing his lips from yours.
He finally let you up for air, just to push you down on to your bed. "Lay back." You listen, he smirked. "So you can be a good girl and listen." He hovered above you. "Too bad, it's a little too late for that." He left teasing kisses on your neck, pressing his hard on against your clothed heat, you whined. "Jeongin." You tried to grind against him, but he held your waist down. "You don't call the shots anymore princess, stay the fuck still."
That sent a wave of pleasure to your heat, soaking through your panties even more. After teasing you a bit more, he finally grabbed your waist band, pulling down on pants, throwing them to the side. "Open those pretty legs." He slapped the fat of your thighs, you yelped, spreading your legs.
âLook at that, you're all wet and i didn't even do anything." He smirked. "Pissing me off so i can treat you like a slut, really turns you on." You moaned, wanting to tease him a bit more. "I-i told you it turns me onâ
âYeah, i bet it does." He scolded. "Slut." He pressed down on your clothed clit with his thumbs. "Fuck." You cursed. "So fucking wet already." He pulled your panties down, your wet cunt on display.
He groaned at the sight, "so much prettier in person." He slowly rubbed figure eights on your clit, you moaned out in pleasure. "Yeah, think you could cum just by me playing with your little clit?" You nodded. "Y-yes." He sped up, pressing your hips down so you couldn't move. "Fu-fuck jeongin." you cursed, your cunt begging to be filled with anything. "you're gonna cum?" He smirked. "Y-yeah."
You felt your orgasm approaching, the band was so close to snapping â until it wasn't. Your closed eyes, shot open, being met with jeongin, smirking above you. "Wh-what?" You whined, he chuckled.
"You really though i was gonna let you cum that easily princess?â He brought his fingers to his mouth. "Taste so good, just like i thought you would be." You were stilled pissed at your wasted orgasm. "Y-you're being mean.â Am i?" He kissed your stomach where your shirt rolled up. "I guess, you don't want me to eat your pretty pussy." You quickly shook your head.
"Pl-please." He chuckled, his head now fully in between your legs. "I-innie please." You whined as he kissed everywhere but where you wanted. "Be calm princess, you won't get what you want by acting like a inpatient slut." He kissed your clit, giving it a kitty lick. "Fu-fuck." He kept licking at your folds, his nose constantly bumping against your clit. "You taste so fucking good princess." He groaned against your folds. "Wanna stay down here forever." You moaned, this most definitely wasn't the shy jeongin you once knew â and you damn sure weren't complaining.
 âSh-shit, innie â m'gonna cum." He messily made out with your cum, you were a mess, on the brink of a orgasm once again, when once again it was torn away from you. "Fuck why!â
He let out a cheeky laugh at your misery. âIâm just getting you back princess, I told you I want you to beg me to let you cum.â
He finally got up, unbuckling his pants , letting them fall to the floor, his hard on bulging in his boxers. âThis what you wanted right?â He palmed his cock, you bit your lip, nodding. âBeen waiting for my cock for the longest havenât you?â
He climbed back on to the bed, pulling his underwear enough to let his cock out â youâve seen his cock before he was big and thick, his tip dripped with pre-cum, but you only dreamt of what it would be filling you up. âLook at you drooling, princess so dumb for my cock.â
He lifted your legs up, his cock resting on your stomach. âgonna fill this pretty cunt up.â He rubbed his tip on your clit. âI-innie.â You moaned, âplease just put it in.â He smirked. âbeg.â
You whined, trying to reach for his cock, but he slapped you hand. âDid I say touch it?â He said. âYou donât listen princess, I said fucking beg for my cock.â
âPl-please fuck me.â You said, âI didnât mean to tease you, I promise I wont do it again.â He groaned at your whiny tone, your fucked out face â so desperate to cum.
âFuck.â He rubbed your folds with his cock, pushing his tip into the hole. âSh-shit.â He sighed, pushing deeper into your wet cunt. âfuck your pussy is so wet.â He groaned. âand tight.â
He finally bottomed out fully, lifting your shirt up above your chest. âSo fucking pretty.â He began to move his hip â your moans filling his ears like music. âs-so big.â He began to pick up the pace, your boobs moving at the impact. âYouâre taking my cock so well princess, this is the good girl I wanted.â He moaned. âMy pretty girl.â
Hearing him call you that , and your two previous orgasm denials â you were quickly approaching your high as he fucked into you vigorously. âi-innie.â
He moaned , so many emotions running through his mind. âFuck princess, you gonna cum?â You nodded. âPlease, please can I cum?â You asked so cutely. âYeah princess.â He pressed his thumb down on your clit. âSince you asked so nicely, go a head and cum on my cock.â
Your eyes rolled to the back of the head, your legs stiffening as you came. âFuck!â you cried out. âThatâs it -fuck- cum foe me princess.â He fucked you through your high. âSh-shit im gonna cum.â
âIn-inside.â He cursed, was he hearing that right? âYo-you sure I donât haveâ please please cum inside me.â He cursed, rutting his hips against you a few more times, his hips stilling as he came inside your cunt. âOh fuck!â
He almost toppled over from his orgasm, kissing your temple, both of you huffing. âDid that live up to your expectations?â You laughed, âyes it did.â
He rolled off of you, bringing you close to him. âYouâre all sweaty.â You grimaced, he scoffed. âI try and be sweet with you and you say that.â He said. âNext time I try and give you the boyfriend experience.â
That made both of you stop, you smirked. âboyfriend experience?â He coughed, you laughed. âYeah.â He said, making you go silent again. âYeah, boyfriend.â
He was quiet for a second, before speaking up. âI know itâs a little backwards, and I shouldâve asked you before we had sex even though youâve given me a blow- Jeongin.â You stopped his rumbling.
âI want you to be my girlfriend.â He said. âWeâve been doing this for a while, and I want to make it official.â He said, still trying to hold onto that guy that just fucked you â but you could still see the shy boy once again slipping through.
âCute.â You rubbed his cheek, warmly this time. âOf course I will.â He smiled. âReally? Youâre serious?â He exclaimed. âI wouldnât joke like that I promise im not that cruel.â You kissed him softly on the lips. âI already told you I liked you, I was just waiting for you to man up and ask me.â
âWhy were you too scared?â You scoffed at his words. âAre you trying to be smart.â He smiled. âyes.â He bopped your nose. âI am.â You let out a tsk. âI missed that shy boy who hid in the elevator from me.â His smiled dropped.
âAs my girlfriend you are no longer allowed to talk about that horrid situation.â
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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Twenty
Kusuo Saiki x Reader
Chapter Twenty: Crepes and Breaks
Summary: Saiki gets to make sweets, and his luck turns as his receiver breaks.
           âAre you ready to make crepes, Kusuo?â asked (Y/N), tying their cherry and strawberry themes bandana and apron on.
           âIn todayâs training, we will be making crepes,â said Coach Niwayama. âI donât know how to cook, but I have the recipe!â
           âI like his apron,â said (Y/N), chuckling at the teddy bears on his.
            âBetter than Kaidouâs,â said Saiki, looking dubiously at the skulls across Kaidouâs grey apron.
           âSo, what are we looking to put together today?â said (Y/N).
            âCrepes are good on their own, but they go well with whipped cream, chocolate, and fruit. Can we add those to it?â said Saiki, much more energetic than he ever was in school (which meant that he was willing to be involved in activities. His face didnât show anything).
           âAlright!â Nawayama passed out the recipe cards. âLetâs get cooking!â
           Saiki looked at Kaidou and Hairo arguing across from him. He was grateful to have (Y/N) in his group because they understood sweets better than anyone else he knew, so hopefully that would balance out whatever Kaidou and Hairo inevitably messed up.
           âLetâs do our best together,â said Hairo excitedly.
           âRight,â said Kaidou.
           âFirst we need to break two eggs,â said (Y/N). âMake sure to keep the shell from falling in.â
            âGot it,â said Saiki, lifting up two eggs.
           âWait, Saiki, let me crack them!â said Kaidou. He took the eggs eagerly. âI can crack them with one hand.â
           âKaidou, donâtââ
           Egg shell fell into the bowl, and (Y/N) slapped a hand over their face.
           âShoot! The shell fell in!â cried Kaidou.
           âYou should have used two hands!â said Hairo, pulling another egg apart. Yolk and shell fell out.
           (Y/N) sighed. Apparently, Hairo and Kaidou werenât good at cooking. Saiki almost glowered at them as they began to ruin his chance to eat crepes (especially since Kuboyasu and Nendou were doing so well).
           While Kaidou and Hairo began to look in confusion at the next instruction (and poor Saiki watched), (Y/N) picked out a bowl and cracked two eggs perfectly.
           âNext, pour in some flower. How much is âsome?â â asked Kaidou.
           âI donât know,â said Hairo.
           âFor now, letâs add three pinches,â said Kaidou.
            âFlourâs not seasoning,â said Saiki, trying to stop them.
           (Y/N) shook their head in amusement and poured flour into their own bowl.
           âLetâs seeâŠWhatâs next,â said Kaidou.
            âKaidou is being too cautious,â said Saiki, pouring more flour into their bowl.
           âAdd some sugar,â murmured Hairo. âWhatâs âsome?â â
           âThese arenât very clear instructions,â said (Y/N). âDesserts need exact measurements.â They measured the amount they needed and poured it into their bowl.
            âWhat are you doing?â said Saiki, glancing at them.
           âDonât you worry, Kusuo. Just keep an eye on them so they donât poison themselves,â chirped (Y/N).
           Indeed, there was a worry of that as Hairo and Kaidou poured an extravagant amount of sugar into the bowl. Who knew what else theyâd add too much or too little of next.
            âThis is bad,â said Saiki, trying to fish out some of the sugar. Unfortunately a whole stick of butter was thrown in, next, ruining his attempt to fix things.
           âSince it says âsome,â that should be enough, right?â said Kaidou.
            Oh, dear, this really couldâve been avoided with measurements, thought (Y/N), cutting and setting the butter to melt.
           âOh, no, we didnât melt it!â said Hairo.
           âCan we just microwave it?â said Kaidou, already setting the metal bowl into the microwave.
           âGood idea!â said Hairo.
            âIâm not going to bother to try to stop this.â
           There was a flash, and the microwave sparked itself to death. As Nawayama began to yell at Kaidou and Hairo, Saiki tried to remake the crepes they were currently failing at ((Y/N) continued with their work so that theyâd have something to fall back on).
           âI didnât know that we couldnât put metal in the microwave,â said Kaidou as he slouched back to the table.
           âWhat should we do?â said Hairo, looking at their disgusting bowl ofâŠsomething.
           (Y/N) looked in. âMaybe exorcise it?â
            âIt looks like a breakfast from Hell,â agreed Saiki.
           âI hate to waste it, but we should probably throw it away,â said Hairo.
           âI guess we have to,â said Kaidou, sadly gazing at his monstrous creation.
           âGive it to me.â Mera held out a hand towards the food (if it could still be called that). âIf youâre going to throw it away, give it to me.â
           âMera, if you get possessed, itâs on you,â said (Y/N), looking concernedly at the contents of the bowl.
           âOkay!â Mera was fine with that if she could get food, and she grabbed the bowl and ran away.
           âOkay, letâs pull ourselves together and start over,â said Hairo.
           âIt will go perfectly this time!â said Kaidou.
            Just as long as they donât try to grab my bowl, thought (Y/N), happily mixing. They were fine with getting involved with their friendsâ mishaps in any other situation, but cooking was the one thing (Y/N) really loved, so if someone messed up their work, they would be very disappointed.
            âHere.â Saiki had already remixed the ingredients, knowing Hairo and Kaidou were so behind in their group.
           âWow!â said Hairo.
           âDid you make this, Saiki? Not bad,â said Kaidou.
            â âNot bad?â â Saiki had done way more than ânot bad.â
           âNot bad at all,â agreed Nendou, looking over.
           âOf course it is, weâre the ones who made it,â said Kaidou.
            âIt was me who made it,â corrected Saiki.
           âWe put our blood, sweat, and tears into it!â cried Hairo.
           âThat wouldnât taste good,â chirped (Y/N).
           âYou havenât even gotten to the hard part yet,â said Nendou.
           âWhat? One of the microwaves has already been destroyed,â said Kaidou incredulously.
           âIf it becomes harder, the whole classroom will explode,â said Hairo.
           âWatch and learn,â said Nendou. He held up a pan. âFirst, lightly coat the pan with oil.â
           âWhen do you pour the batter in?â asked Kaidou.
           âPour it in the center, like this,â said Nendou, showing them.
           âWonât it be too thick?â asked Kaidou.
           âThatâs why you spread it evenly,â said Nendou, demonstrating.
           âWow, Nendou really does know how to make crepes,â said (Y/N), a bit surprised but pleased. Their own crepes were going well, too.
            âThe one time I avoided having him in my group was the time I needed him,â said Saiki.
           (Y/N) laughed, and Saikiâs annoyance subsided a bit as their joy. That made the situation better, even if it was still exhausting to see Kaidou and Hairo so obviously clueless as they kept asking Nendou for clarification.
           âAmazing!â cried Kaidou as Nendou flipped the crepes effortlessly.
           âWell, good luck, guys!â said Nendou, returning to his group.
           âShut up, we donât need your help,â lied Kaidou even after he asked so many questions.
           âThe flipping part seems hard,â observed Hairo.
           âUse a spatula to flip them,â said (Y/N). They smiled. âFlipping in the air is more advanced.â
           âLetâs be safe and do that,â said Hairo.
           âIf we do that, Nendou wins,â said Kaidou. He spread the batter, waited a moment, and threw it in the air.
           âNo, Kaidou!â cried Hairo dramatically.
           It flopped onto Nawayamaâs head, and Kaido fell to his knees as the teacher began chewing him out. Kaidou slouched back with his head hung low while Hairo organized another crepe.
           âIâll try it with the chopsticks,â said Hairo.
           âThat will go better,â said (Y/N), fiddling in the stores of the room to try to find some fruit.
           Hairo and Kaidou looked at the browning crepe.
           âIsnât that enough?â asked Kaidou.
           âNo,â said Hairo.
           âAre you sure?â said Kaidou as it turned dark brown.
           âNot yet,â said Hairo.
            âItâs burning.â Saiki had lost another chance at crepes.
           âIt needs to get hotter!â cried Hairo.
           Finally, he flipped it. Again, it looked like a monster with a skull face burned in. Hairo hung his head, and while he looked down sadly, Mera sidled up and stole the pan. (Y/N) let her go since she had handled the last batch well enough.
           âWe have no choice but to leave it to Saiki and (L/N),â said Kaidou.
           âNo, Mera!â cried Hairo, running towards their remaining batter as Mera downed it in a moment.
           Saiki went blank with Kaidou. Their batter was all gone because theyâd been too lenient with letting Mera enjoy what they made before they had a chance.
           âYouâre out of batter?â said Nendou, turning around. âWell, I guess I can share some of my crepes.â
           Saiki turned around with a true smile. âNendou, I knew you could do it when all else fails.â
           âDid you?â laughed (Y/N) as they finished cutting strawberries.
           âTake a look at the Nendousâ special tuna salad crepes!â said Nendou.
           Saiki, Kaidou, and Hairo made disgusted faces. ThatâŠdid not sound like a good combination with the sweetness of crepes.
           âNo need, Nendou,â said (Y/N), smiling. âYou can enjoy yours.â They held out the plate they had finished putting together. âWeâve got our own.â
           Hairo, Kaidou, and even Saikiâs eyes sparkled as they gazed at the crepes with chocolate and strawberries.
           âYou made these for us?â said Kaidou, eyes wide.
           âEven as we messed upâŠâ Tears came to Hairoâs eyes.
           (Y/N) smiled and waved a hand. âOf course. You guys worked hard. Enjoy.â
           Kaidou and Hairo excitedly took a crepe each and began to eat. Saiki stepped up and took his own.
            âYou saved the day,â said Saiki.
           (Y/N)âs cheeks warmed. âI like crepes, too, so it was a little self-serving.â
            âMaybe, but youâre always too selfless anyways,â said Saiki.
           âYou think so?â said (Y/N).
            âYou watch out for everyone else,â said Saiki. They looked out for him most of all, always ready to help. âYou should take care of yourself.â
           âIâll try,â said (Y/N). They gazed at him warmly. âBut who else is going to look after the people I care about if not me?â
           Saikiâs heart stuttered. He was someone they cared about. He found himself smiling as he took a bite of his crepe.
            âStill. Let us look out for you.â
           âDonât worry, Kusuo. I know you have my back.â (Y/N) spoke with complete confidence even though Saiki regularly disliked having to help his friends (acquaintances and nuisances, he would argue).
           But they were right. Saiki would always look out for (Y/N). Always.
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           Saiki looked at his hand, pleased with himself for having gotten so far with controlling his abilities. Now he had more control and returning a baseball to someone wouldnât present a problem (and he wouldnât accidentally take anyoneâs head off). Still, he couldnât remove either of his receivers, otherwise he would lose control again. The dampeners made sure his powers were manageable.
            Wham!
           A baseball slammed into the side of his head.
            Seriously. Again?
           He picked it up and threw it down. Instead, the baseball went flying into the stratosphere. Saiki stared at his hand in alarm.
            What just happened? I used the same amount of strength as before!
           He reached up and felt one of his receivers. The ball on top was gone. He looked down and saw it at his feet.
            I need to repair this.
           He took a step forward, but the force of it sent him flying forward, and he accidentally kicked the pink ball. It disappeared into the horizon.
            This is bad. This is really bad.
           Anything he did would result in destruction and danger. He was stuck.
            Itâs too dangerous for me to return home like this. Saiki took of the remaining bit of the receiver. I will use my ability to reset objects to repair it. He focused and let the ability work. Turn back time! This should solve the issue.
           âŠ
           It didnât. Saiki stared at the pieces of the receiver, restored to when they hadnât been put together as a machine. He had reverted time too much because of his abilities being out of control.
            I canât use this! I will have to use my telepathy to tell my parents to pick me up.
           Unfortunately for Saiki, his telepathic ability was also off the charts. He couldnât distinguish anyoneâs voice from the other. Foreign languages had joined the mess of thoughts in Saikiâs head.
           He groaned, holding his head, and leaned against a wall. It crumbled, and he fell through. Lying on the ground, he stared up at the sky. He needed to get somewhere safe. But where? He didnât know if his parents were home, and he had nowhere else to go.
           Saiki sighed. If only (Y/N) was here, theyâd have a solutionâ
           His teleportation reacted instantly to the thought, and he disappeared from the lawn.
           Saiki groaned as he collapsed in a new room. Looking around, he found himself in a kitchen heâd been in a few times but remembered by heart.
           âKusuo?!â cried a worried voice, and (Y/N)âs face came into his sight as they crouched beside him.
           His teleportation had brought him right to them. Oh, dear, even his abilities were influenced by his crush on them.
           âWhat happened to you?â asked (Y/N), looking at him with pure concern.
           If Saiki wasnât in distress, heâd be flattered and a bit flustered by the way they were gazing at him, but as it was, he really needed help.
            âMy receiver broke,â said Saiki.
           âYourâoh, your bobble?â said (Y/N), noticing the pieces in his hand.
            âYes. I canât control my powers.â
           (Y/N)âs forehead creased in worry. âHow can I help?â
            âI need my parents,â said Saiki.
           âAlright. Donât worry, Kusuo. Iâll get them,â said (Y/N), smiling at them.
           Saiki had no doubt; (Y/N) was the kindest and most loyal person he knew.
           He watched from the ground as (Y/N) headed to the phone and checked the phonebook for his house number.
           âHello?â said (Y/N). âMrs. Saiki? Hi, yes, itâs (Y/N). Kusuoâs here. His, uh, receiver, I think, the thing on his head, it broke.â
           Saiki faintly heard his mom yelling in panic.
           âHeâs alright.â (Y/N) glanced at Saiki. âHeâs just lying on my floor. Yeah, my address isâŠâ
           Saiki closed his eyes as (Y/N) told his parents. They were coming. Theyâd have a solution to this.
            I just hope it doesnât involve him.
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           After school the next day, (Y/N) sighed and set their bag down on a chair before going to get a snack. They didnât bother saying they were homeâtheir parents were still out on another business tripâso they quietly went about their business. They wished Saiki was feeling better so they couldâve grabbed a snack with him, but he had been out sick from school that day, so his receiver obviously wasnât fixed yet.
            Maybe I should go over to his house and check on him, thought (Y/N).
            Ring!
           The phone rang, and (Y/N) walked over to answer it. They furrowed their brow as they saw a foreign number. That was unusual. Still, (Y/N) didnât hesitate to answer it (look, itâs the Saiki K universe. What harm could come to them?)
           âHello?â said (Y/N).
           âHello, is this (Y/N) (L/N)?â said an unfamiliar voice.
           âUh-huh, who is this?â said (Y/N).
           âThis is Kusuke Saiki,â said the voice. âIâm Saikiâs brother.â
           ââŠKusuo has a brother?â (Y/N) blinked. They had no idea he had a brother; heâd never mentioned it. Not that he would. This is Kusuo.
           Little did they know, Kusuke was carefully storing the fact that they used Saikiâs first name away.
           âYes, he does. Of course he doesnât talk about me. Iâm nothing special. But if you donât believe me, you can look me up,â said Kusuke.
           âNo, I believe you.â Really, (Y/N) did. âIs Kusuo alright? Is his receiver fixed?â
           Kusuke stored their knowledge of his powers away. âAlmost! Heâs coming to London to visit me. I was thinking of surprising him with some of his friends. Would you be to coming?â
           âComing to London?â said (Y/N) incredulously.
           âItâs the weekend,â said Kusuke.
           ââŠI donât know you,â pointed out (Y/N).
           âNendou and Kaidou agreed to go,â said Kusuke.
            Well, someone should look out for them. ââŠAlright.â Hey, as long as this wasnât a giant scam, (Y/N) would get to check on Saiki and make sure he was doing well.
           âPerfect,â said Kusuke. All the pieces of his plan had fallen into place
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This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (25 October â 7 November 2024)
Hello again! We have two multi-chaptered fics finishing this week, highlighted below, as well as a bunch of delicious one-shots and chapter updates as always.
Completed Fic:
Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva (M, 61k, complete) âAfter something of a long absence, Lord Riddle, the Earl of Gaunt, had returned to London.â This is a really cool Regency and Omegaverse AU (how cool is that to see that combined??) that features a lot of courting, gossip and intrigue, social climbing, and Alpha Tom Riddle along with Beta Harry Potter. Broken Tomarrymort Telephone: Collected Stories by @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone (E, 109k, complete) A Tomarrymort version of the Broken Telephone game â passing a whispered word or phrase around a circle, with it often evolving into something quite different as it goes from person to person. âIn our version, the starting person received a secret prompt and wrote a fic based on it. They then created a prompt for the next person by summing up what they had written in a single sentence -- with the caveat that their prompt couldn't use the same words as the prompt they were given. This continued through twenty-six (26!) different authors and artists, each adding their own flair and creativity to the exercise. Which brings us to now! We're wrapping up the creation part, so it's time to start sharing it with the world. We hope you enjoy what we've created -- we certainly enjoyed making it.â
In addition, a recap of the author notes from last week. (Please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, such as a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and Iâll throw it in the update for next week!)
every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame by @boyneptunee (NR, 4k, WIP) âTom Riddle wants to become immortal. He will do whatever it takes to achieve it. It gets him in the most interesting situations. (A Phoenix saves his life. The Phoenix is not a Phoenix.)â These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain (M, 31k, WIP) âYou call me here because you crave atonement, and only I can give you that. After all, I am the only other who knows what it means to tear oneâs soul. Or, as one very astute commenter put it, "Enter Voldemort, the World's Worst Therapist!" (Sorry in advance - Voldemort basically wrote this chapter lol)â Touch of Death by @moontearpensfic (E, 6k, WIP) âAn oviposition AU, where Eldritch Harry/Death gives Tom his eggs, which will protect Tom from, well, death. In chapter two, the eggs hatch.â Time Stumbler by @wintumnly (T, 96k, WIP) âOne part of my slowburn Harry-raises-Tom series. It ends in Tomarry, but everything building up to that point is unhinged humor, not-good-at-feelings fluff, and angsty plot surrounding Harry and Tom's chaotic and ever growing affections for one another. Update 23 explores Unconditional Love, and there will be familial love, friendship love, flirtatious love, obsessive love and others in future parts.â
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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic
Chapters 26 and 27 (Completed) of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva
Chapters 1 through 27 (Completed) of Broken Tomarrymort Telephone: Collected Stories by @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone
One Shot | Resonating Souls by @endlessburningdarkness
One Shot | Anabiosis by @lee-bella
One Shot | Bites and other Surprises by lemonchase
One Shot | Viticula by @crowcrowcrowthing @cindle-writes
One Shot | Speedrunning Danger by @i-dream-of-libraries
One Shot | Karmaâs a bitch by @albondiguilla007
One Shot | It's Like This by @twopenguinsinabox
One Shot | Boulder On by @lumosatnight
One Shot | WTF, Potter?! by BvinYa_Raama
One Shot | a couple inches shorter by @2sidesofthesamesoul
One Shot | bloody money by @00queasy00
One Shot | Cerulean blue by @albondiguilla007
One Shot | It's Not Always What It Seems by dysproporsiumÂ
One Shot | To be Entwined by @cyandenial
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Chapter 6 of And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan
Chapter 18 of A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight
Chapters 3 through 6 of in the silence by @satflesk22
Chapter 7 of Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic
Chapters 15 and 16 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3
Chapter 11 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse
Chapter 2 of In My Lover's Room (i am free) by @hyalith
Chapters 1 through 5 of To the Hilt by @izharmilgram
Chapter 10 of Strings of Fate by dizzydreamer
Chapters 2 and 3 of If I were you by @onehitpleb
Chapter 25 of would that i'd loved (long ago) by @sprst1tion
Chapter 18 of with eyes like these (who sees anybody else) by @cealesti
Chapter 9 of 7 by @moontearpensfic
Chapters 3 and 4 of you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria
Chapter 24 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly
Chapter 20 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee
Chapter 19 of Of Darkness and Luminescence by @mindchroniclesandbrainfluff
Chapters 6 and 7 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89
Chapter 1 of ROOTED by @inhumanbby
Chapter 1 of baby, turn the bright lights on by @ictyn
Chapter 1 of Harry's No Good, Very Bad Day by @2sidesofthesamesoul
Chapter 15 of Double-Aspect Paradox by TimaeusKosmou
Chapter 15 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear
Chapter 7 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r
Chapters 131 and 132 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis
Chapter 1 of Wish by @sri-verse
Chapter 10 of flour power by Kozzie
Chapter 5 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries
Chapter 20 of Occultation by TimaeusKosmou
Chapters 21 and 22 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse
Chapters 1 and 2 of The Serpent and the Stag by @green-like-the-sky
Chapter 2 of Fake Boyfriend by J0305
Chapter 7 of i am anonymous, you are a concrete wall by Pensievable
Chapter 8Â of we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee
Chapter 8 of Lesmosyne by TimaeusKosmou
Chapter 2 of Your Wish, My Command by @moontearpensfic
Chapters 6 and 7 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant
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The Parent Trap: Chapter Two
Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Aemond Targaryen
Summary: After the disastrous divorce between Aemond Targaryen and Y/n Velaryon the twins Baelon and Aemon were separated. Each was raised by one of their parents. Baelon was raised by his father while Aemon was raised by his mother. Years later they both meet at a summer camp and discover the existence of the other. The twins realize that there are many secrets in their family, eager to discover their past, they put together a plan to deceive their parents.
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Thank you for your support, I was nervous that people wouldn't like it because the fic wasn't the same as the movie so I'm very happy to read all your comments. REBLOGS, comments and likes are always appreciated đ„°đ„°đđđ
Btw, I made two playlists for this fic. One is from Aemond and the Reader and another is from Reader and Aegon. As I keep writing I'll probably add more songs or even delete some, who knows. If you have songs for me to add or are curious to know why, you are welcome to write to me in my inbox.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.
Ten years earlier
Your leg kept moving up and down. Your eyes are constantly directed to the door, expecting that at any moment Aemond would return home. You tried to distract yourself by watching TV but you were too anxious. Your mind couldn't focus on the stupid movie because all you could think about was the positive sign on the pregnancy tests you had taken that afternoon with Rhaena and Jace by your side. You regretted telling them to leave. If they were with you they would be preventing you from locking yourself in your own mind. They would make you tell them your fears and they would try to calm you down. The three of them would be making plans. You might even be practicing with Jace how the hell tell Aemond they were going to be parents.
You and Aemond would be parents. You would be a mother. You always knew you would have children, you wanted the happily ever after with the wedding and children like they always showed in the movies, but now you are terrified. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You're barely twenty-three years old, you haven't even finished your second year of editorial editing. It was assumed that when you had children you would be at least over twenty-seven, your careerâa career you were truly passionate aboutâwould be finished, you would have a good job, and you would be married. You tried to console yourself by telling yourself that at least you're in a stable relationship. You and Aemond have been dating for three years. You two knew each other since you were little because your godmother is Aemond's older sister and then you ended up attending the same school so you spent a lot of time together. You still remember like it was yesterday how nervous you were when you first kissed Aemond during New Year's. You were afraid of ruining your friendship and that things would become awkward but he didn't pull away when you kissed him he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. That night they hid from everyone and spent the rest of the celebration kissing. The next day they started dating. From there everything was wonderful. Like any couple, you and Aemond have your run-insâlike when you argued because you didn't like the way he behaved with Jace, your best friend, or when Aemond got mad at you because you made the two of you leave the restaurant you were having a date at. to pick up a drunk Aegon in a bar againâbut there was definitely more joy than displeasure in your relationship with Aemond. You saw yourself having a future with him, you could see yourself perfectly next to him in your white dress. You can imagine Aemond putting a baby to sleep while he lulls it to sleep in High Valyrian. Are you sure you want a future with Aemond. But you're terrified of his reaction to this unexpected news. What would you do if Aemond didn't want to keep the baby? You would have to break up with him. Even though you were scared, you knew you wanted to keep the baby. That was clear to you.
You heard the door open and it didn't take long for your boyfriend to enter. You got up from the couch and went to hug him. Whenever he returned home you welcomed him with a hug and kisses. This time you held on to him longer than usual, wanting to remember the feeling of Aemond's arms around you in case this was the last time.
You were about to kiss him but he turned your face away from him making your heart skip a beat. Before you could move away he gently grabbed your chin and studied you carefully. Of course, he had realized something was happening to you when you were clinging so fiercely to him.
âWhat's wrong?â he asked. Aemond first wanted to know what was happening to you before you kissed him.
Once again you regretted kicking Rhaena and Jace out. At least you should have taken advantage of this time alone to practice in front of the mirror how to tell your boyfriend that you are pregnant. Or you could have called your parents to help you. Although knowing them they would tell you to keep the secret so that the three of them could plan a big announcement together. But you couldn't wait, you need to know now what Aemond was thinking. You needed to know whether or not he would be with you on this trip.
âY/n?â Your boyfriend called you, feeling his concern growing with every second that you remained silent.
âI think I'm pregnantâ You closed your eyes feeling frustrated with yourself and hurried to correct yourself âI mean, I'm pregnantâ You tried not to panic as you felt him move away from you âI haven't had any blood tests done yet but I'm One hundred percent sure I'm pregnant. I took five pregnancy tests and they all came back positive.âYour nerves were evident because you were talking faster than normal and you couldn't stop gesturing with your hands.
Aemond felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on him. This was not in his plans. Right now he was focused on opening his own publishing house, he needed to focus all of his attention on that, he didn't need a distraction and a baby would be that. Taking care of a child would take up too much time. But I couldn't tell you that. I'd be an idiot if I told you that. His mother didn't raise him to be an idiot.
âMarry me,â he said, knowing it was the right thing to do. Besides, ever since you two moved in together, he knew you were going to get married. He knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life waking up next to you, he wants your face to be the first and last thing he sees, he wants to come home and always be greeted with your kisses, he wants you to tell him about your day while the two of you have dinner, He wants to hear your theories about the TV shows you watch together. Aemond wants everything with you, even the most mundane things like going grocery shopping or walking the dogs. He loves you. The only reasons Aemond hadn't proposed to you already was because he wanted to wait until you finished college and he wanted his publishing company to be established. Planning a wedding was a big deal and you two didn't have time for that. But now it didn't matter anymore. âMarry me,â he said again with a smile as he saw how you opened your eyes and looked at him as if he were giving you the moon.
You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, feeling like an idiot for doubting Aemond. Maybe it wasn't the romantic proposal you had dreamed of but you didn't care. You were so relieved and so glad you didn't have to do this alone.
âYes,â you responded with your heart racing and tears in your eyes. âYes!â you repeated louder this time before throwing yourself into your fiancĂ©'s arms. You began to laugh as Aemond picked you up and spun you around. Your fears were forgotten. The only thing you felt at that moment was happiness.
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Aemon found it strange that when he arrived at camp Rickon was not waiting for him at the entrance like the previous years. He assumed this time that the trip had tired him too much and he went to take a nap in his cabin. So he decided to go there first instead of searching for him throughout the rest of the camp. If Rickon wasn't there at least he would leave his suitcases so he could walk comfortably.
When he entered the cabin he expected to find it empty or his best friend sleeping. He never imagined that an almost exact copy of him would be found walking back and forth all over the place. Aemon is not proud but his first reaction is to scream and throw his suitcase at him with all his might.
âDude, what the hell?!â his copy shouted, barely managing to cum in time to avoid being hit.
âWhat happened?!â Rickon asked, also screaming, running out of the bathroom. âAemon you finally arrived!â He ran to hug him.
Aemon barely moved his arms to hug Rickon but his eyes did not leave the other boy who was too similar to him. The copy of him didn't stop looking at him either, the two of them were studying each other. The only difference is that the stranger had much shorter hair than Aemon and did not have tanned skin like him. But Aemon knew that if he hadn't been sailing in the sun with his grandparents just a few days ago then he would look just like the copy of him.
"Who is he?" Aemon asked breaking the hug, no longer able to stand his curiosity. If he had encountered the copy of him years ago he would have thought that it was some kind of prank by Rickon or that maybe it was an evil clone but now he knew that it didn't make sense. The only logical explanation he could think of was that he had a missing twin but that didn't make sense because his mom would never hide something as big as this from him.
âAemon do you need glasses? It's obvious that he's a copy of you," said the dark-haired boy, earning an angry look from the other two boys. âDon't do that, it's weird,â he complained.
âI am not Aemon's copy. In any case, he is my copy,â declared the short-haired boy.
âI met Aemon before so you are a copy of him.â
âWait, why does he know my name?â Aemon interrupted before the other two continued fighting over who the copy was. He needed to know what was going on before he gave him a headache. Although since he saw the stranger he began to feel bad. It was disconcerting to see someone just like himself. He made him feel uncomfortable. Not even Joffrey looked that much like him, and she was his brother.
Aemon wanted to know who this boy was, why he looked so much like him, and why this was the first time he had met him. But at the same time, he was afraid. He could already sense that his life would be different after this camp. He decided to sit on the nearest bed to avoid running out and ask one of the caregivers for his cell phone to call his parents to come back to look for him. Maybe he should have let Mom walk him to the cabin like she wanted.
âYour friend thought I was you, he came up shouting your name when I was with my uncle Daeron. My uncle said that he knew you and that I should stay with Rickon until you showed up. Now I see why he insisted so much."
Aemon was sure he had heard Daeron's name before but he was sure he had never met him. Without realizing it he began to move his leg up and down trying to remember that he knew about Daeron but nothing came to mind.
âI am Baelon Targaryen,â the boy introduced himself, looking at him with concern and Aemon squeezed his leg to prevent himself from moving it further. âI think I'm your twin.â
âNo,â the long-haired boy denied instantly.
âDude, we're literally copies of each other!â Baelon said, frustration evident in his voice, pointing at Aemon and then at himself.
Rickon gave Baelon a look telling him to shut up. In the few hours that he had known him, Baelon had never seen Rickon so serious, so he crossed his arms indignantly and watched silently and attentively as Stark sat next to his twin.
âI know it seems crazy, Aemon, but I really think Baelon is right,â said the dark-haired boy, looking at his friend with concern. Rickon wouldn't know how to react either if he suddenly found out that he had a twin. âThe two are copies of each other. Besides, he grew up without knowing his mom and you grew up without knowing your dad. I don't think it's a coincidence. Just like I don't think it's a coincidence that Baelon's uncle knew you."
Aemon looked at his best friend before turning his attention to his possible new brother. âWhen were you born?â
"June 20th. I guess just like you," said Baelon, and was satisfied when he saw that his twin nodded. "I have a photo of Mom!" He suddenly remembered the photo that he had stolen from Dad a long time ago and that he had hidden in his luggage. âYou can see her and confirm that she is our mom,â he said excitedly, thinking that this way Aemon could no longer deny his relationship. He couldn't help but be excited at the thought that he was no longer alone, he had a brother. He had always seen how close his uncle Daeron was to his dad and his other uncles and he remembered wanting to have the same.
Baelon ran to grab his suitcase and began to take out all of his clothes, not caring about the mess, until he found the latest Boku no Hero manga that he was reading and triumphantly pulled out one of the pages the photo of her mother with him in her arms while she kissed his cheek, her eyes were only on him, not caring to look at the camera.
âLook,â he said, handing the photo proudly to Aemon. The photo wasn't complete, it was obvious that someone had cut it in half but Baelon didn't care. That photo was one of his most prized possessions. He looked at her every day before going to sleep because he reminded him that his mom loves him.
âOh, shit,â Aemon muttered before handing the photo back to him.
âIt's her, right?â Baelon asked, watching with anticipation as it was now Aemon who was searching for something in his suitcase. Aemon, unlike him, was not throwing his clothes everywhere. He felt his heart race when he saw how his twin took out a notebook and took something out of it.
âIs this your dad?â Aemon asked, giving him a photo. Baelon nodded several times, unable to say anything out of emotion. His dad wasn't looking at the camera but he wasn't looking at the baby he was holding either. He just looked to the side with a smile.
Baelon took both photos and placed them side by side on the bed. The photo was now complete. Dad was looking at Mom. If Baelon hadn't been so engrossed in looking at the photo then he would have noticed Aemon and Rickon exchanging glances.
âI told you we're twins!â Baelon said with a big smile once he snapped out of the shock of nudging Aemon.
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Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter Twenty-Four: Katsuki gets his provisional licenses.
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You tossed and turned in bed, unable to get comfortable or fall asleep. You turned to your side and gazed at the stuffed bear Katsuki had given you- or more like shoved into your arms.
Your mind raced with regret. You should have spoken up and agreed with Eijiro that you wanted to say good night to Katsuki alone but- you couldn't help but feel nervous and overwhelmed.
Why didn't Katsuki say anything?
You let out an exhausted sigh and grabbed your phone. Unlocking your phone and staring at the text thread between you and Katsuki, you contemplated something to say. You typed out a sentence, decided it sounded stupid, and deleted it.
Then to your surprise as you were trying to think of something else to say, you saw three dots appear on the screen indicating Katsuki was typing as well. You set your phone down and decided to wait for his message before you sent one.Â
You felt your eyes get heavy as you patiently waited- and before you knew it you had dozed off to sleep.
As soon as you came back to consciousness you reached for your phone to see if Katsuki ever sent a message but- your phone had no notifications from him.
Could it be that he was also struggling with what to say? Or maybe the three dots you saw were a mistake.
Either way, it was too late now. Katsuki was at his last supplemental class for his provisional licenses by now. You put your phone down disappointingly and got ready for the day.
Later in the common room, your classmates talked about Shoto and Katsuki taking their final class.
"They will pass, won't they?" Kyoka asked.
"Oh yeah- Bakugo may be a jerk, but he's been doing really good lately," Toru said.
"Maybe I'll make a cake while we're all waiting," Rikido suggested.
"Yeah, we could have a little surprise party for them," Momo encouraged.
The rest of your classmates agreed excitedly.
You shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, "I don't know- something tells me Bakugo would hate that," you spoke. While your classmates did have good intentions- you knew it would just be a reminder to Katsuki that he had fallen behind everyone.
"Bakugo is always a grouch no matter what! Besides they both worked hard and I'm sure Todoroki would appreciate it," Toru countered.Â
Being outnumbered by your classmate's enthusiasm, you decided to go along with the plan.
When Shoto and Katsuki returned to the dorms, everyone turned off the lights in anticipation of surprising them. Â
The two boys walked in confused by the vacant common room.
"Did we have a blackout or something? Katsuki asked.
"Maybe everyone else left the dorms?" Shoto suggested.
Your classmates then turned on the lights and popped some party streamers causing Shoto and Katsuki to jump in surprise. Â
You stood timidly in the back of the group as you watched Rikido present the cake to the two boys.
"That thing is massive!" Katsuki barked his face in a scowl from surprise.
You rolled your eyes as multiple of your classmates fawned over Shoto. Then just as you had predicted Katsuki yelled in a rage at Izuku who attempted to praise him.
"Congrats! Now we can do hero work together! It'll be great, Kacchan!" Izuku sang.
"What do you think you're better than me 'cause you got your license first!?" Katsuki yelled.
"No no! That's not what I meant!" Izuku cried out as Katsuki continued to yell.
You made your way to get cake as the squabble continued. Eventually, Eijiro worked his way over to Katsuki and got him to relax. You eyed the situation as you kept to yourself. You knew Katsuki hated big crowds and too much attention- so you decided not to add to it.
Plus, with the awkward way things left off between you- you weren't sure what the right thing to say was.
It didn't take long for Katsuki to make a swift exit as soon as he could sneak away. You noticed him walk out the front door and shut it quickly behind him.
He must be super overwhelmed to go outside in the cold you realized. The cold was something he hated more than parties. Although he probably thought he couldn't sneak his way all the way to his dorm without someone noticing and trying to make him stay.
You took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to go outside and check on him.
You slipped out the door trying not to make a scene and avoid anyone following you.
Katsuki was sitting on the steps outside the door, "What do you want?" he barked before turning around, "Oh- it's you," he said glancing at you slightly and then resting his cheek back in his palm.
"You ok?" You asked.
"Hah!? Of course, I'm ok!" He yelled.
You sighed and sat next to him, "I just know you aren't a fan of parties and a lot of attention. I told them you would hate it," you spoke.
Katsuki let out a huff, "Yeah well- I get that they were trying to be nice. But... I'm just tired," he said.
"That's understandable, I'm sure it was a long day for you. It must be nice to be all done with those supplemental classes though," you said trying to lighten his mood.
Katsuki grunted in agreement his gaze still away from you, "Yeah glad to be done with that bull shit. It did have its moments thought," He spoke.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" You asked.
"Guess I never finished telling you," Katsuki said, a laugh escaping him. You smiled at his mood finally shifting. "During that test where we had to work with kids- the damn brats started calling Todoroki, Five Winnies," he said bursting out laughing.
"Those kids have better nicknames than you," You laughed with him until the short moment of laughter subsided and you both fell into an awkward silence once more.
"Hey um- I'm sorry about yesterday." You finally had the courage to say.
"Hu?" He murmured and looked at you for the first time of the night,
"After the festival when Kirishima tried to leave," You reminded him.
"Yeah, I know what you're talking about. But- what are you sorry about?" He asked, his eyes looking at you curiously.
"I uh- I just should have said something," You responded.
"Yeah? And what should you have said?" He questioned.
You felt yourself freeze. You hadn't expected him to pressure you into clarifying.
"I uh- I don't know-," You began to stammer. No matter how many times you replayed that scene in your head you couldn't bring yourself to tell Katsuki in-person what you would have liked to say.
You would have liked to thank Kirishima for giving you both privacy and then-
"Ugh," Katsuki grunted bringing you out of your thoughts, his face scrunching up back into his usual scowl. "Stop being such a damn coward and tell me how you feel already!" He barked.
Your face flushed at his words- had Katsuki noticed your crush on him this whole time??
"Come on, you think I'm stupid?! I always catch you watching me during training, you- snuck out to come find me when I was kidnapped, and you practically begged to come see me when I was on house arrest- and, at the summer camp... You were going to tell me you thought I was attractive, right? So just- ugh," he grunted in frustration again. "Look- I- I don't hate being around you like I do everyone else ok- and I know you feel whatever this is between us too, right?"Â
You nodded shyly completely overwhelmed by his outburst of emotions.
"Good so just- let me kiss you yeah?" He proposed.
Your whole body trembled as your eyes scanned his for any sign that this was a joke. You had imagined scenarios like this playing out between you two so many times that it was hard to believe what was happening now was real.
"You- you do want that right?" he asked again, beginning to get impatient with your lack of response.
You nodded eagerly, unable to form any words.
"Tch- don't be so damn nervous, like I said- I... I like you too," he said, then awkwardly scooted closer to you.
You hadn't seen this expression on Katsuki's face before- was it nervousness? You never once saw him nervous in any sparring or training but- this seemed to be uncharted territory for him.
"Just- don't move ok," he said sternly as his hand shook, placing his finger under your chin and guiding your lips to his.
Katsuki rested his lips on yours, his touch shattered any doubts you had about this being real. The simple gesture transformed what was a friendship into something more meaningful and answered all your questions about how your classmate felt about you.
The blissful moment was over too soon, and your eyes locked on to his as he pulled away- the look on your face full of emotion.
"What?" Katsuki said, his face blushing as he looked away from you.
"Uh- nothing-... that was- that was nice..." you said looking away to hide your own blush.
"Tch- well... you better have enjoyed it because that's all you get," He barked.
"You're kidding right?" You said playfully scooting even closer to him.
"Hey careful brat," he said squirming at your closeness. "Look- I'm... not good at this stuff so... let me go at my own pace, alright?" He requested.
"Ok Bakugo," you agreed.
Katsuki winced, "I just kissed you- there's no need to be so formal with me anymore," He spoke.
"Oh- ok Katsuki," you said blushing once more.
"We should probably go back inside to that dumb party before someone comes looking for us," he said standing up.
You followed his lead standing up but as he was about to reach for the door you called out to him, "Hey Baku-... Katsuki?"
"What?" He asked, turning around.
You reached out and grabbed his hand interlacing your fingers with his.
Katsuki's face was taken over by another blush as he gazed at both your hands. Handholding was a small gesture- but walking back inside to the rest of your classmates like this was a big step. His nose scrunched up as he contemplated the consequences. Â
You second-guessed yourself and tried to pull your hand away, "It's ok if that's too much," you said.
"No-," he said tightening his grip on your hand, refusing to let you pull away. "It's fine- I don't give a damn about any of those extras anyway. It doesn't make a difference to me if they... know about us- Come on let's just go- it's cold as fuck out here," he said swinging the door open with his other hand.
As if on some silent cue, the whole inside of the common room went silent as your classmate's heads turned to take in the sight of you and Katsuki holding hands.
"Ohhh~ does this mean it's official now~?" Mina sang, bringing her hands together with a huge grin on her face.
"YES FINALLY!" Eijiro yelled.
"WHAT?!" Denki exclaimed. "No way Kacchan gets a girlfriend before me!"
Your face flushed as you looked away from the prying eyes of your classmates.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!! ALL OF YOU! THE NEXT PERSON TO SAY A WORD GET'S THEIR FACE BLASTED YOU HEAR ME!?!" Katsuki yelled, the pupils disappearing from his eyes with rage.
Although your classmates were bursting at the seams trying to hold in laughter and comments, they respected Katsuki's wishes and said nothing else about your newfound relationship
Over time, with the privacy from your classmates, Katsuki slowly became more affectionate with you in his own way, and you both continued to learn how to navigate your relationship through all the stresses of working towards being pro heroes. Taking it one step at a time.
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sleepwalking â 3 | jjk
pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
summary: due to unfortunate circumstances, you ended up managing your ex-boyfriendâs band. you thought youâve both made peace with it, but suddenly heâs very eager to prove to you that first love never dies.
genre: rockstar!jungkook / exes to lovers
warnings: explicit language, suggestive themes, SLOW BURN
words: 6.6k
read from the beginning â masterlist
chapter 3 âș guess my fairytale has a few plot holes
It was eight in the morning when the tour bus arrived in Krakow, and everyone was in a good mood.
The day was beautiful and the excitement of starting the tour was still very prominent, so even the heavy sleepers, who could have slept through a hurricane and merely flinched during an earthquake â that is, Yoongi and Jungkook â both went out to stretch their legs and get coffee when the bus stopped at a gas station.
You observed everyone with Namjoon and Hoseok, until the two of them got too engrossed in a conversation about Rated Riotâs upcoming albumâespecially the demo song that Hoseok had sent Namjoon just before leaving for tour, even though the label wasnât expecting a new record for, at least, eight more months.
âI brought most of my equipment,â Namjoon was saying. âSo, if you want to see how the song might sound, we could get together and work on it.â
âYes,â Hoseok agreed right away, then turned to you. âHow many days until our first hotel stay?â
âAbout a week,â you said, looking back at the bus behind you. âDo you want me to check specifically? My phone is insidââ
âOh, no, itâs fine. A weekâsâa bit long,â Hoseok turned back to Namjoon. âYou think we could record on the bus?â
âIf it was empty, maybe,â Namjoon said, bringing his index finger to his chin. You lifted your eyebrows as you listened to him. âShould we stop somewhere and have everyone get out, so we could record? Could we even do that?â
You were mildly surprised by their determination, considering that the tour bus had terrible acoustics. Not to mention, even empty, it was a whirlpool of various noises: the rattling of the window shades, the whirring of the mini-fridge, the clattering of the mugs by the sink.
âHow about you set up a recording studio at the next gas station we stop at instead?â you joked, but the two of them exchanged looks as if they were genuinely considering this. Quickly, you clarified, âguys, no. Could you wait just a little bit? Concentrate your creative energy into writing for now, or⊠maybe find a studio to rent for a few hours?â
âAh, that might work,â Hoseok said thoughtfully. But just as he was about to add something, Namjoon nodded his head at the scene in front of you three: Jungkook and Taehyung were running away from Yoongi after having, evidently, just stolen his last cigarette.
Yoongi was yelling incoherent curses at the two as he chased them to the corner of the gas station and then paused to catch his breath. While Jungkook took a drag behind Taehyungâs back, Taehyung offered Yoongi his own pack of cigarettes and sprinted away as soon as the older member took it from himâbecause the pack was empty.
With another tirade of curses at the ready, Yoongi immediately broke into a run after them again. You could still hear the younger members laughing as they rounded the corner.
âIdiots,â Namjoon commented warmly.
You watched the chase in front of you with a small, wistful smileâthis felt a bit like you were on a school trip. And this feeling was amplified when the school bully prototype in the form of a twenty-six-year-old man, Sid, stopped in front of you. He was, actually, called Isidoreâfor his grandfatherâand you wondered if calling him by his birth name would make him disappear, like an exorcism of sorts.
âHey,â Sid said. Then, he glancedâsomewhat awkwardlyâat Hoseok and Namjoon, and nodded curtly at them, before looking back at you again. âCould I speak to you?â
Youâd have rather jumped in front of an oncoming truck that was driving past you on the highway.
You looked at the two boys next to you for help, but they both lowered their eyes, suddenly very entertained by the pavement under their boots.
âSure,â you were forced to say, but tried not to make your irritation too obvious on your face. You prided yourself on being diplomatic. And, in any case, Sid hadnât technically done anything obnoxious yetâbut you knew him well enough to expect it.
The two of you walked further away from everyone else togetherâthree other people could have fit between you as you walkedâand Sid stuffed his hands in his pockets, seemingly looking for a way to start the conversation.
âHow was the show last night?â he chose to ask.
âGreat,â you replied, although it probably made no difference to him. âHowâs Minjunâs jetlag?â
âGreat, great,â Sid repeated, likely not even paying attention to your follow-up question. That was all the better for you; you didnât really care about his answer, either.
Another few meters later, he stopped walking and looked over his shoulder to make sure that no one else was close enough to overhearâno one was. You and Sid were partially hidden by one of the buses.
âSoâŠâ he started. âDid you notice anything weird about Jungkook lately?â
Now you started to care.
You turned your whole body to face him. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, you know.â He shrugged. âIrrational behaviour? Maybe moodiness? I donât know.â
Your frown deepened, yet you hesitated with your question. âWhat⊠are you talking about?â
Sidâs smile spreadâit was your surprised pause that gave you away. âYou did notice!â
Youâd already suspected that Sid would know something about Jungkookâs weird behaviour; now his grinning mug seemed to confirm it.
âWell, heâs on tour,â you tried to rationalize. âOf course, heâd act differently.â
âI mean, of course.â Sid nodded with exaggerated sympathy like he was just trying to be nice, but he knew that your reasoning was completely wrong. âBut itâs probably even harder for him now that heâs single again.â
He was nearly soaring when he saw the surprise on your face.
âWhat do you mean, âagainâ?â you asked. The last formal relationship, to your knowledge, that Jungkook had had was a while agoâand, conveniently, you happened to be the one he had dated. He didnât have time for relationships now. At least, that was what youâd assumed.
âAh, see, I told him that he should talk to you about this, but I knew he wouldnât. Thatâs why Iâm doing this,â Sid said, finding himself very noble. He made an effort to look hesitant, even uncomfortable. But you saw the twitch of his lips when he spoke, âJungkook was dumped four days before the flight to Prague.â
The engine of the bus behind Sid started as soon as he said this, so you werenât sure if you flinched because of the unexpected noise, or because of the unexpected news.
âSomeone,â you said, âbroke up with him?â
âYeah,â Sid confirmed, his face contorting into a pitiful grimace that looked about as fake as everything else about him. âThey were together for a few months, which isnât much, but he said the relationship meant a lot to him. He said it was something different, you know? So, Iâm really surprised he didnât tell you.â
Again, he mentioned the fact that Jungkook kept this from youâreally rubbing it in your faceâand you clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your eyes on his.
âMmhm. Right,â you said. âAnd thatâs why heâsâ?â
âYeah.â Sid was nodding before you finished the question. âIâm only telling you about it because Iâm worried.â
âYouâre worried,â you said, finding this even harder to believe than the fact that Jungkook was in a serious relationship with someone and didnât think it was important to inform his manager. âWhy?â
âBecause of what he might do,â he explained. âYou know how obsessed he gets when heâs in love with someone.â
This was an obvious allusion to your own relationship with Jungkook, and you finally looked away to process this. You missed the smirk that appeared on Sidâs face when he noticed your rapid blinking, but you didnât need to see his arrogance to know that it was there; you could already hear it every time he opened his mouth.
There seemed to be another reason for his spiteful satisfaction: he wasnât just boasting about knowing more about Jungkook than you did. He was, as it seemed, also boasting about Jungkook being in love with someone elseâso much so, that heâd prioritise this person over everything else, apparently.
âWhat are you implying, exactly?â you spoke up after a minute. âYou think heâll leave the tour?â
âI donât know. I mean, I hope not. I know how much this means to him,â Sid said and you tried to look past his saccharine words, tried to discern if he was just trying to bite you, or if this was something you should have been seriously concerned about. âBut with Kihyunâs wedding in a few daysâŠâ
Here, you needed another minute to connect the dots.
You knew that your old friends, Kihyun and ChloĂ©, were getting married soonâtheyâd invited you and Jungkook to the wedding. But you both already informed them that you couldnât make it to the ceremony somewhere in Western Europe. It was so long ago, you could no longer remember the precise location. Youâd even sent them a gift already.
Naturally, you were doubtful. âWhy would he care? He said heâs not going to the wedding.â
âWell, yeah, but easy for him to say when heâs a continent away, you know?â Sid replied. âNow that heâs in Europe, itâs different.â
âHow is it different?â you asked. âThe bandâs got back-to-back shows. Weâll be in Poland, and the weddingâsâin Italy?â
âParis.â
âRight,â you said. Of course, Sid would know this. Heâd come to talk to you fully prepared.
âWell, he will have a free day, you know,â he continued and you frowned. You hadnât memorized the bandâs full schedule, but you didnât like the possibility that Sid was right. âSo, Iâm just worried he might end up going there, after all. He knows his ex will be there, so, you know⊠Maybe he thinks they can get back together, I donât know.â
All the âyou knowâ and âI donât knowââs in his speech did not make it easy for you to tell how much truth there was to his words: how much did Jungkook really care about this? How much should you have cared?
There was another thing too â if this ex was invited to the wedding of your old friends, then, chances were, you would know this person, too. So, wouldnât that mean that Jungkook would have even more reasons to tell you about his relationship?
And, to make this even more difficult, Sid looked very pleasedâlike he was showing off. But there could have been countless reasons for that, too: because he was proud that he knew more than you, because he was lying, because he caught you off-guard⊠Then again, you didnât exactly look at him much. Maybe he always looked like that.
Unsettled, you only nodded. âHmm.â
âI mean,â Sid snickered, âthe last thing he needs on this tour is a toxic relationship, am I right?â
You thought Sid was the toxic relationship that Jungkook had on this tour, but you only hummed again, saying, âyou probably are.â
âYeah,â he said with a compassionate sigh that sounded like plastic fruit did when you bit into it. His eyes were full of pity, too, but there was not one ounce of honesty in themâhe didnât feel bad about any of this. âIâm just letting you know, so youâre not left in the dark. Sorry he didnât tell you.â
âYou donât need to apologise on his behalf,â you said, your tone surprisingly strict. You hadnât meant to let your feelings showâchildishly, you thought that if he could see how flustered you were, heâd win. You didnât realise how much you resembled Jungkook in this regard.
âNo, I know. I just feel bad,â Sid lied further. You clenched your fists. âYou guys seem close. Guess he didnât think it was important enough to tell you.â
You almost scoffed at thisâclose? You were his manager. This had nothing to do with you being close. But, of course, Sid needed another reason to feel superior.
âRight. Guess so,â you said and, with a sharp inhale, decided to end this conversation. âI have to go check something, but, uh, thanks for the heads up.â
âOh, no problem!â he called out as you began to walk back towards the tour bus without waiting for his response.
Sid knew he got you. Taking you to the wedding had to be the easiest way for Jungkook to win this bet. He was confident that heâd just made sure that wouldnât happen.
Namjoon and Hoseok both immediately noticed the distress on your face when you walked past them, but you ignored their concerned questions, assuring them both that there was nothing you couldnât handle.
You entered the bus to find your phone. You wouldnât confront Jungkook now, but you needed to see how big the gap in the bandâs schedule was, to conclude if he could, realistically, make it to this wedding.
Most unfortunately, you calculated that he could. As soon as this show was over, Rated Riot would go to Warsaw, and then they had a free day before the concert in Berlin. If he travelled overnight, he could go to Paris and back in this time.
Unless Sid lied.
You couldnât see the point, but it wasnât above him to lie about things for no reason. You found yourself hoping that this was one of those times. Because drifting off-schedule so early in the tour was far from ideal, of course.
And not because you werenât sureâand this uncertainty was unexpectedâhow the thought of Jungkook being in a serious relationship with someone made you feel.
Jungkook had, truthfully, forgotten to worry about the bet when he woke up this morning. And then right before the soundcheck in Krakow, Sid and Minjun showed up to the bandâs changing room, with a reluctant Jude in tow.
His friends must have known that he was the only one still here (although Jungkook could see that Hoseok had left his phone, so he expected him to come back), and they felt comfortable to immediately settle in the otherwise empty room.
âWhatâs up?â Jungkook nodded at Jude. âYou look hungover.â
âHeâs allergic to Europe,â Minjun repliedâheâd only landed here last night, but he already looked tired and about ready to go home. âBeen sneezing since last night. Even the airport security got worried when they picked me up.â
âI donât know whatâs going on,â Jude said, plopping down on the settee by the wall. âMy head feels so full. My eyes hurt. Iâm definitely allergic to something.â
âMaybe itâs you,â Sid pointed at Minjun with a grin. âYouâre the one who flew in yesterday, and he started to sneeze right after.â
âOr maybe itâs your bullshit,â Minjun counteredâhe was one of the few people who could keep Sid on his toes without using violence. âOr your cologne. You know youâre only supposed to spray it once, maybe twice, right? No need to bathe in it.â
Even Jungkook snorted. A powerful whiff of some exaggerated woody scentâthe sort that came in a black bottle with large golden letteringâhad filled the room as soon as Sid entered.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jungkook asked. âI thought you were going sightseeing.â
âWe areââ Minjun started to say, but then paused when he tried to sit down next to Jude, and he sneezed again. âSeriously, man. Go to urgent care.â
âIâm fine,â Jude waved his hands around, while Sid laughedâthe more chaotic the atmosphere in the room seemed to get, the more amusing he found it.
âWeâre here to cheer you on. Why else?â Sid said, throwing a fist in the air. There was a perpetual shit-eating grin on his face. âThereâs already a line of people outside. Those VIPs?â
âYeah, probably,â Jungkook said and then realised the implication. He warned, âleave them alone. Or my management wonât let me live.â
Sidâs grin widenedâclearly, he took that as a complimentâand he sat down next to Jude, leaving Minjun standing awkwardly by the settee.
âSpeaking of,â Sid said, âdid you already ask said management out on a date?â
âNot yet,â Jungkook said. He didnât suspect anything from Sidâs question aloneâand he didnât catch the glimmering excitement in his eyes. âBut donât worry about it.â
Sid was not at all worried. He never was.
âSee?â he said. Jungkook lifted his head to see Sid looking at Minjun. âTold you he agreed.â
Jungkookâs gaze shifted to Minjun in confusion.
âHe didnât believe me when we told him you agreed to the bet,â Sid explained. âHe said this wasnât something heâd expect from you.â
Jungkook frowned. He liked to think that he didnât care about the opinion of his friends that much, but he wouldnât have agreed to the bet if he really didnât. Now he found himself irritated that Minjun, seemingly, disagreed with this decision.
âWhat do you mean?â Jungkook asked him, but Minjun only shrugged.
âItâs going to get messy,â he said. âI figured youâd be able to see that.â
âItâs not going to get messy,â Jungkook replied with a pretentious roll of his eyes. Of course, on some half-conscious level, he knew that it could get messy. But he trusted his ability to control this, so it wouldnât get out of hand. âItâs just a date, itâs no big deal.â
âYouââ Jude started to say and then sneezed, continuing in agitation, âfuck me. You dated for three years.â
âYeah.â Jungkook grabbed a tissue from a box on the table by the mirror and walked over to Jude. âAnd weâre broken up for four. This means nothing, and youâll see that Iâm right when I win this bet.â
Sid shook his head as he sang, âsheâs not going to agreeâŠâ
âShe will,â Jungkook insisted. His agitation was growing, because no one in this room knew you, not like he didâso, what right did they have to make assumptions? He said, âIâve known her for years. She wonât think much of this, either.â
Minjun looked deeply uncomfortable. He didnât say anything else, but every time Jungkook glanced at him, he could see the way his friend cringed into himself, sliding his hands into his front pockets and pacing awkwardly around the clothes rack.
It was the first reality check for Jungkookâone of many, but he naively did not foresee that.
If Minjunâwho, despite being smarter than everyone else in this roomâwas still Sidâs friend, yet seemed disturbed by this bet, then Jungkook wasnât sure if he was ready for what youâd thinkâwhat youâd doâif you found out about this.
Maybe he was too prideful when he asserted that he knew you the best. Maybe he only liked to think that he did, but all that he anticipated from you was hopeful more than it was certain. He hoped you wouldnât think of this as a big deal. But, he realised now by watching Minjun, that your reaction might not be so casual, after all.
âYeah?â Sid challenged, breaking Jungkook out of his head. âWell, letâs see, then. Youâve got plans for how youâre asking her out?â
Jungkook turned away to grab a water bottle from the table that heâd been leaning against. âMaybe.â
Sid was a very good actor as he jumped on the couch, feigning excitement.
âWell, shit. Spill!â he encouraged. His leap had caused a flurry of dust to go up into the air and Jude managed to groan before he started to sneeze again. Sid added irritably, âif Jude would shut the fuck up, we could give you feedback.â
âGet fucked,â Jude mumbled, blowing his nose into the tissue Jungkook had given him.
âDream on,â Jungkook replied with a sneer in Sidâs direction. âIâm not asking you out, not even as practice.â
âYou piece of shit,â Sid said, his tone boisterous. âIâm just trying to help.â
âI donât need help.â
âAlright then,â Sid went on grinning, not the slightest bit unphased by this. Jungkook, clearly, didnât know the lengths Sid was going to takeâand had already takenâto make sure he won the bet. âWhen should we expect the keys to the Katana?â
âOh, did you mean the money youâll be paying me?â Jungkook deflected. This bickering drove him further from his previous concerns about Minjunâs reaction and more towards the thrill of it allâtaking you out on a date and winning against Sid. âHave it by the end of tonight. Iâll talk to her before the show.â
âWeâre only paying if she actually goes with you on a date,â Sid reminded him. âJust agreeing to it means nothing.â
âI know. And Iâm saying, have it ready.â
âHave what ready?â Hoseok asked, entering the changing room so unexpectedly that all four boys inside it flinched. Neither of them had heard the door open.
âNothing,â Jungkook replied before one of his friends could. âDiscussing our plans for after the show. Whatâs up?â
âJin says weâre good to go in five,â Hoseok said. âAnd I left my phone here.â
âOh, right.â The younger member reached for the device on the far corner of the table. âHere.â
Then, Jungkook looked back at the rest of his friends â all of them looked like schoolchildren after the teacher returned to the classroom. He felt glad, he realised, that they were staying quiet.
He didnât want Hoseok or the others to know about this, but not because the bet was an exceptionally bad thing. He thought this was like anything else that he did with his friends. And, usually, no one approved of his other after-work activitiesânot even him, sometimesâeither.
But, just like everything other thing that he did with Sid, this was a distraction more than it was anything else.
âDonât be late,â Hoseok warned, not saying a word to the other people in the room before he left.
âWeâre going to head out, too,â Minjun was the first who spoke up â but only after the door was closed. He seemed to make the decision for all of them, because Sid looked comfortable enough to stay longer, but he rolled his eyes and stood up after meeting Minjunâs glare. âGood luck at the soundcheck.â
âYeah, and donât worry,â Sid added, winking, âIâll take good care of the bike.â
Jungkook rolled his eyes and slapped Sid on the shoulder with his palm when he walked past him.
Jude stopped in front of Jungkook. He looked ready to say something, but then he inhaled deeply, as if preparing for a sneeze, and chose to just quietly leave instead.
âSeriously, go see a doctor if this persists,â Jungkook called after him before the door of the changing room closed.
Left alone, he shook his head and looked over his reflection in the mirror.
The bet was just a bet. He wasnât doing anything significant anyway. Surely, if you knew, youâd think the same. Youâd find it stupid, but heâs done worse things. This didnât mean anything; it wouldnât ruin your relationship.
It would be fine.
As soon as the soundcheck and the VIP Meet & Greet came to an end, you disappeared like you had last night in Prague, so Jungkookâs plan of getting this bet over with before the show tonight, backfired.
A part of him expected this, however, so he made sure to avoid his friends until he saw you after the show. He hoped that convincing you to go out with him (perhaps by appealing to your sentiments of seeing old friends? Or out of pity? He wasnât sure which route heâd take yet) wouldnât take long. Especially if he stressed how little this would meanâjust a silly, friendly date.
Sid didnât have to know about the âfriendlyâ part of the whole deal.
Slowly, Jungkook allowed himself to think what heâd do with the $4000 that Sid and Jude would pay himâperhaps heâd tune the Katanaâeven though this wasnât even about the money for him. Of course, the satisfaction of actually winning a bet against Sid would be worth five times the money that his friends would have to pay. But Jungkook was convinced that, more than anything, he just wanted to prove a point.
His friends had insisted he followed you like a lovesick puppy while you didnât care. He wanted to show them that neither of you caredâin fact, you cared so little, that you could go on a date, and it wouldnât have to mean anything.
Now, whether that was true, was a different thing, but he chose not to think of your touchâand his body reflexively responding to itâin his bunk the other night. He didnât need to focus on that right now.
The performance in Krakow threw Jungkook completely off, however. This was Rated Riotâs first time in Poland, and the reception was unforgettable: all the faces of the people who sang along, who jumped when the band jumped, who reacted to every single note, every single lyric at the appropriate times and with overwhelming energy â Jungkook was positive his chest was going to burst by the time he got off the stage.
Even an hour later, after Rated Riot finished the show and met their fans, he returned backstage, where everyone hung out and did shots, and he could still feel the adrenaline in his blood.
That was how you found him â smiling to himself as he scrolled down Rated Riotâs Instagram page, checking all the posts that tagged the band tonight.
âYouâre happy,â you pointed out, aware of the smile on your own face as you watched him.
Jungkook lifted his head and his smile widened at the sight of yours. He was practically radiating excitement. Chances were, if someone dimmed the lights in the room, he would have been glowing.
âCrazy,â he said. His voice was a little hoarse, but exhilarated nonetheless. âFeels like there are fireworks inside of me.â
You chuckled and took a seat on the settee next to him. You handed him a package of honey & lemon lozenges and a chocolate cupcakeâthe lozenges were for his throat, to make sure he was able to perform night after night, and the cupcake was to make sure he survived at all. He never ate anything before the shows, and the take-out youâd ordered was taking a while. It was likely youâd have to eat properly on the bus.
He took everything from you and put his phone down.
âIt seems that the show tonight was even better than last night,â he said, peeling off the wrapper of the cupcake first. âI donât know how thatâs possible.â
âImagine if that keeps happening after every show,â you said. âYou might really catch fire by the last one.â
He snickered. Taking a mouthful of the cupcake, he hummed, âCanâ waiâ to find out.â
âForty shows to go,â you said, patting the package of medicine. He nodded in acknowledgement. âDonât forget to take it after you eat. Iâm going to see how long itâll be before we can go. And maybe call the restaurant. Perhaps our order didnât go through.â
âPerhaps,â Jungkook mumbled half-heartedly, too busy chewing. Then, as he was watching you stand up, he suddenly remembered what he had to do. Swallowing so abruptly that the cupcake nearly got stuck in his throat, he jumped to his feet. âActually, wait a second. Thereâs something I wanted to talk to you about.â
You turned around. âYeah?â
He put the remaining half of his cupcake down and wiped his hands against each other to get rid of the crumbs.
âSo, uh,â he began, wiping his mouth, tooâmore because of a nervous tick than any other reason. âKihyun and ChloĂ©âs wedding is the day after tomorrow.â
Your earlier conversation with Sid flashed through your mind and you felt dread gather on the floor of your stomach.
âI know,â you said slowly. âIn Paris.â
âYeah. I wasâI mean, I know we both already said we wouldnât go,â Jungkook continued. Unconsciously, you reached for the ring on your index finger and spun it around several times. âBut I actually called Kihyun yesterday, and he said heâd love it if we came.â
You didnât even notice the implication that he wouldnât go to the wedding alone, that the two of you would go together. You were too focused on the fact that this was exactly what you were afraid of: not only did Jungkook plan this exactly like Sid had said he would, but he was, clearly, already taking action to make this plan come true.
âAnd, uh, ChloĂ© didnât mind?â you asked.
âNo, theyâre both very cool about it,â he said, proudâyou werenât sure of what: of his last-minute change of plans, or of your friends, who tolerated these changes. âSo, anyway, I was thinking, why donât you and I take a de-tour to Paris after our show in Warsaw? Weâll catch up again with everyone else in Berlin, and go back on the road.â
Now you noticed.
You cleared your throat, then repeated, âyou and I?â
He nodded his head once, less certain. âYeah.â
âWell...â You tucked your lips in and lifted your eyebrows. Your eyes concentrated on the loose tile on the floor by your feet. âI canât believe Sid warned me about this, and I thought he was just being annoying on purpose.â
Youâd mumbled this in a way that probably wasnât meant for him to hear, yet Jungkook had never heard anything clearer.
Completely stunned, he tried, âSidâhe, uh⊠he warned you about this?â
âYeah.â You sighed, unsure if you should have felt grateful to Sid for letting you know of this in advanceâit was hard to imagine him ever doing anything that wasnât for his own benefit. âWhy didnât you tell me you broke up with someone?â
Jungkook was fairly certain he gasped and not at all certain if the buzzing in his ear was tinnitus or if someone was really screaming in the distance.
âI didnât tellâum,â he paused, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. You watched this obvious display of his dislike for the turn of conversation.
After a heavy minuteâthat the two of you stayed frozen as if someone had paused the scene, he asked, âwhat exactly did Sid say to you?â
âThat you were in a relationship with someone, and they broke up with you before the tour started,â you recapped patiently. It was just the two of you in this corner of the room, so no one could have overheard, but you still lowered your voice just in case.
âOkay,â Jungkook said, his eyes still closed.
âAnd that you only want to go to the wedding because your ex might be there,â you added.
âMmhmm,â he half-hummed, half-squealed. âI see.â
Hopeful that Sid had, at least, exaggerated, or, perhaps, you misunderstood something, you asked, âany truth to that?â
Aware that there was virtually no right response here, because youâd think he was lying or hiding the truth from you again, Jungkook sighed. There had never been any relationship, of course. You were the only girlfriend heâd had.
Fucking Sid. The cheating bastard was trying to sabotage him.
âIââ he started to say, and then stopped. There might be a way out of this, after all.
Maybe he could use Sidâs lies and make them work. Instead of convincing you to catch up with old friends at the weddingâwhich could take a while, considering how set you tended to be when you made a decision; and the decision here was, obviously, declining the formal invitation to the weddingâhe could convince you to help him with his love life. Either way, youâd come to Paris with him, and Sid wouldnât have to know why.
âOkay, fine,â he said. âYeah. Itâs true.â
All the hopes youâd had deflated in bitter disappointment. You couldnât tell if there was more to it, a different reason, perhaps, why this felt so disheartening to you, because you instinctively focused on what mattered more at the moment.
âJungkook,â you said with a groan. âWhat the fuck? This is the stuff you tell me.â
Once again, he was doing something that he did not bother to inform you aboutâhow many more times were you going to have to learn about his misadventures from social media?
âYeah, but, you know,â he spoke even though he didnât know what he was talking about, âwe broke up, so I didnât think it was important to tell you.â
âIt is important if itâs going to interfere with the tour schedule,â you replied, and your frustration worried him.
Perhaps he shouldnât have said this. Perhaps he should have been honest â surely, youâd believe him if he told you Sid had lied.
Oh, but then heâd have to explain why Sid felt the need to lie to you. That fucking snakeâ
âItâs not going to interfere,â Jungkook tried again. âThe weddingâs on my day off. Thatâs why I want to go.â
âAnd then what?â you asked, smacking your palms against your thighs â this got some looks from nearby crew members, but they were used to you arguing with Jungkook. Their interest in your conversation faded as soon as they saw that it was you two making noise. You continued hypothesizing, âletâs say you get back together. Are we bringing another person on tour? Or if you donât get back together, then what?â
âThen,â he swallowed, âweâll cross that bridge when we get there.â
You knew heâd say that, but you were still annoyed that he did.
âI donât think this is a good idea,â you admitted. You didnât like how personal this was starting to get. Your role as his manager was somewhere in the distance now, yet you thought you had to say this, âIâve never asked any of you guys to put your personal lives on hold for the sake of the band, but Iâm giving you my honest opinion. I donât think you should go to this wedding.â
âBut thatâs why Iâm asking you to come with me,â Jungkook argued, his voice eager. It all made sense in his head â youâd have to agree to come now, you couldnât have him go off by himself.
You sighed, then gave him the benefit of the doubt, âwhy? What difference would my being there make?â
âWell, for one, youâd warn me if I was about to make a mistake,â he said, finding himself very smart and quick on his feet.
âIâm warning you now,â you countered easily, and his face fell a little.
âRight,â he said, momentarily hesitating, but trying not to panic yet. âBut I donât think thatâs a mistake. Not if thereâs a chance I mightâwell, you know. Get back together with the love of my life.â
He felt the cringing somewhere deep in his own chest and he hoped it didnât show on his face. It definitely showed on yours.
âIs thatâŠâ you faltered, closing your eyes. âIs that really going to happen?â
He watched the deliberate way you chose not to look at him as you asked this, and he wonderedâvery briefly, even reluctantlyâif there was a different reason why this relationship that he was, allegedly, in, disturbed you.
It could just be wishful thinking on his part, he supposed. And it likely was.
âI-I mean, we will be at a wedding,â he said after a moment. âRomantic. So, why not?â
You could see his pointâand, most horribly, reuniting with someone at a wedding seemed to make senseâbut you had to make him reconsider this. Heâd always been spontaneous. You had to get him to think with his head, not his instincts.
âDonât you think,â you tried, âthat people break up for a reason? Because I do.â
He took this personally, but he hoped it wasnât obvious. At least, not in a way where youâd realise that he wasnât at all concerned about his non-existent relationship with someone else. Because, of course, he was really concerned about his non-existent relationship with you.
âYou⊠donât believe in second chances?â he asked.
âNot really,â you said. Contrary to him, you didnât need to think too much about this. âTheyâre only an opening for third and fourth chances.â
Swallowing, Jungkook tried to disagree, âwell, not necessarilyâŠâ
âI donât know about your situation,â you said bitterly, âbecause youâve literally never mentioned this until now. So, Iâm just saying what I think. And if youâre still going to do something stupid, then do you really need me there?â
âI do,â he said straight away.
âNoââ you huffed, then tried again, putting it straight this time, âJungkook, Iâm not going there as your babysitter.â
âYouâre not,â he agreed. âYouâre going as my date.â
He had hoped heâd really done something by saying this â perhaps made your heart flutter? He even smiled as he said it, so sure that this would be what makes you change your mind.
But your face remained stoic as you shot back, âright. Because bringing a date would make it much easier for you to get back with your ex.â
Taking a moment to recuperate, Jungkook brought a hand over his hair, his fingers lingering at the ends of his wolf cut. Nothing was going well for him, it seemed, and he couldnât help but remember Minjunâs earlier discomfort again.
He knew now that his arrogance of knowing you for so long had blinded him, and the reactions that he expected from you were merely reflections of his own. Of course, you wouldnât go to Paris with him. He hadnât given you a single good reason to go.
Nearing desperation, he said, âlook, just⊠trust me? Letâs go there and see. Maybe itâll be enough for me to see all these people that I used to knowâthat we both used to knowâand Iâll change my mind.â
You were half-scoffing, half-yelling at this point, âyou went from getting back together with the love of your life, to changing your mind in the span of two minutes! Donât you think itâs a sign that you shouldnât be even considering this?â
He exhaled sharply, frustrated.
Nothing. There was nothing else that he could say now.
He fired the last shotâthe one he didnât want to use, because he thought he was better than that. He knew now that he wasnât, as he said, âI could go with Sid, Jude, and Minjun.â
This brought you two to a standstill: either you convinced him to forget about this and just stay on tour, even though you hadnât been successful at that so far, or he got you to come to Paris with him, instead of his friends.
And he could see that youâd give in before you even said anything.
You knew heâd never come back in one piece if he left the tour right now for a one-day trip to Paris with his friendsâif heâd come back at all.
Jungkook didnât like how cunning he felt, though, as he watched you cross your arms and bite your lip, clearly disapproving of your impending defeat.
He wondered if itâd be any consolation if he admitted that this didnât really feel like a win for him, either, even though just the fact that youâd come would mean he won the bet. He had still hoped youâd be more excited to do this with him.
Finally, after what felt like five whole minutes of silent battle as neither of you moved or looked at each other for longer than two consecutive seconds, you exhaled. It was a sigh of defeat, but not resignation.
âFine,â you said. âIf you must go, Iâll come with you. But youâre telling me everything about this relationship and why you think getting back together with this person is a good idea.â
âSure,â he said, because he had to. He would come up with an excuse or a plausible enough story at his favourite timeâlater. âIâll even book the train tickets to Paris myself.â
You didnât think that was smartâthe last time the two of you were planning a vacation together, heâd bought the tickets to and from Hawaii for the same night by accidentâand you lifted your hand in immediate protest.
âMaybe Iâllââ
âDonât worry about it,â he cut you off, grabbing his cupcake and his lozenges from the setteeâto show you how responsible he was. Not enough to go to Paris with his friends, of course, but just enough for you to trust him. âIâll take care of everything. Youâve done enough for me.â
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Hard Light | Chapter 1
summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you canât help but develop an innocent crush on him. heâs as off-limits as he can be, but that doesnât deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasnât intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesnât matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right?Â
pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader
word count: 2.2K
series or one-shot
warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), joel being a huge tease lol, (will add more tags as i write)
AN: i am so excited by the response that my joel one-shot got a few days ago and iâve been itching to get something else out to you all. big, giant forehead kisses for those who want one, i love you all. so, anyway, a mini-series about professor joel is coming at you fast. iâve written the first few chapters, so expect those in the near future. iâm thinking once a week? this fic is going to be something else and iâm so excited to share it with yaâll. enjoy, and let me know what you think. find my ao3 here for more content and other fandoms.
You were running late for your shift at the coffee shop on campus, rummaging around your dresser, trying to find the low-cut black top you always wore when you had a shift. You werenât usually one to feed into the peer pressure of those around you, but push came to shove when you found it nearly impossible to keep yourself afloat as a twenty-something student without the added extra tips from your part-time job.
So what if you had to show a little bit of cleavage? Right? There was no harm. Student loans were a bitch and on top of rent and food costs, you had to get a job at the coffee shop and balance a full course load just to make ends meet.Â
A thought popped into your head and you rushed to your laptop, throwing it open as you checked the time; 5:45 AM. If you busted out your lightning-fast typing skills, you would have enough time to catch the next bus and make it to campus with five minutes to spare. If only your crappy second-hand computer would work.
The thing honestly sounded like a chopper engine, getting ready for lift-off. You were surprised youâd gotten this far with it. Not that you werenât appreciative, your older brother had passed it down and it had relieved a huge weightâ and expense off of your shoulders.Â
You tabbed into your school portal, typing in your credentials and selecting your English course. You sighed heavily, as you skimmed over the assignment for this week, something to do with a sonnet that you couldnât care less about. You loved school but ever since becoming an English major, the spark that you once had for literature sort of just evaporated.
You couldnât tell if it was because of how busy you were with everything else that you just couldnât find the time to enjoy it, or the thought that really scared you, you had fallen out of love with it.Â
It had been two years of go, go, go and you were, for lack of a better word, burnt out. Youâd tried dropping courses last semester, thinking that you just needed a little bit of ease when it came to your course load, but when that didnât solve the problem and only made things worse for you, you spent the last two semesters trying to catch up and get yourself to a place where you could finally breathe.
But it wasnât easy. You were only now caught up to where you had been, the illusion that you were someone who could afford to take time off and slow down was a distant memory.Â
In bold letters, the words Paid Internship jumped off of the screen. You smiled as you leaned in closer to the screen, making sure you read through everything correctly. This was the break above the surface that you needed, the reprieve that you had been chasing. A paid internship was exactly how youâd be able to make more money and maybe have a little breathing room before you worked yourself into an early grave.
You clicked the mail icon at the top and clicked into a new email, deciding that the worst-case scenario was that you wouldnât get the internship. All you were doing was inquiring about the application process. Best-case scenario; youâd get it and make some extra pocket money.Â
You saw the time, cursing under your breath as you slammed the laptop closed, grabbed your phone out of the charger and ran out of the door. You couldnât be late, not again. You texted your co-worker Jeremy to open the shop without you and explained to him that you were running a few minutes late, as you barely made it to the bus. You climbed on board, scanned your student pass and found a seat near the back. Your chest was burning from the rush of trying to make it on time, but you could breathe easy now.
You checked your messages mindlessly, scrolling through a bunch of unread ones that you didnât have the heart to answer.Â
Before you knew it, the familiar monuments and buildings of UT Austin came into view, and the subtle change of scenery from downtown to a more densely packed area made your heart skip a beat. It was the same each time you were back on campus. Which, these days, was often. Sliding out of the seat, you made your way to the front, thanking the driver as the bus came to a complete stop.Â
The coffee shop was only a short walk from the bus stop but even still you quickened your pace. You didn't want to leave Jeremy alone for long, you already felt bad enough about letting him open by himself. You stifled a yawn as you pushed open the door to the small cafe, leaning your body into the door, slightly cringing at the shrill sound of the bell.Â
"There you are", a male voice called, making your head snap up. You wiggled your nose, the familiar timbre of your ex-boyfriend's voice ringing in your ears. "It's about time you got your ass down here".Â
You snickered, shrugging your heavy bag off of your shoulder, and dropping it behind the counter, turning around and greeting him with an unamused smirk.
Jeremy and you had gone out for a few months last year, it was your first and, as of right now, the only short-term relationship that you'd had in college.Â
Dating your co-worker, even in a relatively small place like the coffee shop on campus, almost always spelled trouble, but Jeremy was not the type to hold something like a failed relationship over your head. He understood that school was a priority for you and making a living for yourself came first, even above something like a relationship. It might not be the healthiest way to live, but it was how it always was.Â
Jeremy and you had developed a fast friendship, one that went beyond the romantic relationship that you'd had last year. You parted amicably and now, you had someone you could confide in, someone you could trust.Â
"Why don't you say that to my face?", you teased, raising a brow at him over the milk frother you were setting up.Â
Jeremy threw his rag down and stalked over to you. "You're snippy this morning", he chided.Â
You banged into his shoulder playfully, "Doesn't help that I have to see your ugly mug first thing in the morning".Â
You snorted out a laugh and Jeremy looked at you, feigning defensiveness, "Ouch", he paused, returning back to his post near the coffee machine, "Remind me how we ever went out?".Â
You scrunched your nose and threw your rag at Jeremy, hitting him square in the face with it, "That was rude".Â
He shrugged his shoulder, "You started it". Â
You both devolved into a fit of giggles and fell into a comfortable silence, setting up and getting the coffee shop ready for the day. You had a half-day shift to look forward to and then you had class until the late afternoon. The days were long and the nights were longer.
You usually found yourself nose-deep in your textbooks, more often than not, or some classic novel that was required for class, not moving from the couch until your eyes were red and you were seeing double.Â
Only then did you retire to sleep, crashing hard until you had to wake up and do it all again the next day.Â
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The coffee shop had been bustling with people since six in the morning, and at one in the afternoon, it hadn't let up, only now you had to go to class. Waving Jeremy goodbye, you sidestepped Tara, the fourth-year who was covering the rest of the afternoon and closing shift.Â
You'd crossed the far side of campus, passing by the science building and one of the massive libraries that had acted like a second home to you back when youâd been studying for exams when you were a freshman. You could thank your obnoxious roommates for that one.Â
Entering the lecture hall, bodies pressed into you as you weaved through the growing crowd, trying to find a spot in the middle where you could see and hear your English professor. But also blend in with the masses. As if the universe had other plans in mind, and everyone suddenly showed up to the Tuesday lecture all at the same time, you found yourself picking a seat near the front, an exasperated groan leaving you.Â
You hated sitting at the front, not because you didn't want to get called on to answer something or because you didn't know the answers, but because you did. You wanted to get through your four years as quickly and unscathed as possible and if people knew, mainly professors, that you knew more about the subject matter than you needed to, you'd surely get called on more often, making you stick out in ways you didn't want.Â
It was a terrible curse, going through life with the self-esteem that you did. But it was how you were raised. Blend in. Don't be too loud. Be quiet and only observe. Nerves rapped at your insides when you thought about getting called on when class started. Your heart rate ticked up and you found that your hands were beginning to get clammy, your throat constricting with each breath.
You rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, grounding yourself with the sensation of the material.Â
With a jump, you sat up straighter in your seat, being jostled from your thoughts by a loud slam. You snapped your head toward the entrance, eying the person who had startled everyone. It was a man carrying a briefcase.
Your lips tilted up at the edges, amusement tickling you when you thought of anyone using a briefcase nowadays. But here this man was, head down as he made his way to the front of the room, toward the desk.Â
You couldn't help keeping your eyes trained on him. On how his slacks tightened around his butt, moulding to the shape and curve of it. You bit your bottom lip out of reflex, your eyes dragging down the length of the mystery man who had crashed your lecture. Maybe he was a TA? Your brows furrowed when you thought about how your professor was nowhere in sight.Â
The man with the briefcase placed his case on the desk, turning to face the audience of students who blinked back at him, who now settled down enough to hear him speak. Air caught in your throat when his eyes flicked momentarily to you, and lingered on you for half a second longer than you'd expected. He had massive, warm brown eyes, and soft wrinkles that danced at the edges of his eyes when he smiled, making him seem more boyish than he appeared.
He looked older than a TA would but then again, who were you to judge someone's position in life? You thought that his age did nothing to undermine just how attractive he was, if anything it added to it. Â
The man, who may or may not have been moonlighting as your English TA cleared his throat, nodding his head, "My name is Joel, well, Professor Miller to most, but 've always been a little bit more informal than my peers".Â
He began to circle the wooden desk nervously, his large hand finding the edge of it and stroking it far more sensually than necessary. You flexed your fingers, gripping the arm of your seat to stabilize yourself. "So, you can call me Joel from here on out... since we'll be seeing more of each other from now on".Â
Murmurs began to break out around the lecture hall, and confused and hushed whispers followed.Â
Professor Millerâ Joel, mumbled something incoherent, and you were unable to hear it from where you sat. He cleared his throat again, "Professor McCarthy has taken a leave of absence, so I'll be filling in for him for the remainder of the semester".Â
You crossed your legs, feeling heat rise and a furious blush break out across your face, and shuffled in your seat, a loud creak emitted from it and you stilled, praying that the loud sound had only been heard by you and no one else. But when you lifted your gaze, Joel's eyes were already locked on you, blown and brimming with cautious inquiry. A touch of a smirk graced his lips.Â
"And I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you, personally". His eyes were still on you, not ready to release you from their hold.Â
His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you couldn't help but stare. You had every reason to look away from him, he was your professor and given the clear age difference, he was someone who was off limits. But when he didn't look away from you either, trapping you with his gaze, your face heated up, suddenly aware that he was purposely staring at you.Â
You swallowed thickly, heart hammering as Joel's eyes finally drifted away from you and back to the faces of your classmates. He continued on with addressing the class, and you noticed that he avoided your eyes for the rest of the lecture.Â
Only one thought rang through your mind as you tried and failed to focus back on the lecture. This was going to be one long semester.Â
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When Tulips Kiss | Hwang Hyunjin SMAU
CHAPTERS: đđ TWENTY-EIGHT | TWENTY-NINE | đđ THIRTY
WORD COUNT: 3k (not proofread)
CONTAINS: profanity, mentions of insecurities, mentions of cheating, soft boy hyunjin finally appears!
the second time?
âWow⊠And here I thought you guys were actually getting somewhere.â Changbin sighed disappointedly while shaking his head at the same time. âI gotta give it to you though, youâve got some fucking balls. I think the guy deserved the beating for instigating shit like that, to be honest. He was provoking you and he simply got what he was asking for, it was clear he wanted a reaction out of you.â
After Jeongin had left, the rest of the guys went inside Hyunjinâs room, demanding an explanation. So here they were, giving him their commentary and opinions on what happened.
âI was on your side up until the part you said you called Y/N a bitch and lashed out at her as well. You canât blame her for checking up on the guy, he took a lot of hits, and MAYBEEEEE you went a little overboard. But like Changbin said, he was asking for it. Though, she couldâve done something to defend you.â Felix butted in as Hyunjin sat there quietly, nodding with each comment his friends add on.
âI wish I could take everything back. Well actually, I could live with knowing I beat Heeseung up twice, but hurting Y/N? Holy shit Iâm literally setting myself up for failure.â Hyunjin covered his face with his hands and dragged his cheeks down, groaning.
âYou should apologize as soon as possible. Even if you think she wonât forgive you, itâs better to apologize as soon as you can, rather than wait it off.â Chan patted Hyunjinâs back in comfort before smacking the back of his head.
âHey!â
âDonât start complaining now, that was barely anything compared to what you did to the poor dude.â
âYeah yeah.. What do I even tell Y/N? She probably doesnât even wanna talk to me.â Resting his chin on his hand, Hyunjinâs mind flashed with outcomes one after the other of what could end up happening when he apologized.
âIf you really want to make things right, you need to tell her everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Stop pussying out of telling her your side of what happened in high school. If you told her from the very start and if you werenât stalling, this all could have been avoided. In fact, Iâm almost positive that she would have stood up for you when Heeseung started talking all that shit.â Minho rolled his eyes as Chan nodded at him in agreement.
âTell her everything that you felt too. Not just what you think happened. You need to be clear with your feelings and how your mind processed everything. Be vulnerable with her, and sheâll open up to you.â Chan offered additional advice. âAnd for fucks sake, do NOT do this over text. This is something that is meant to be talked about IN PERSON.â
âShe would probably slam the door in my face if I showed up. She definitely hates me now,â Hyunjin mumbled and pinched his nose bridge in annoyance, but he wasnât annoyed at you. He was annoyed at himself.
How could he have been so reckless to break down all the progress the two of you had built up together?
âSo what? Face it. At least you could tell yourself that you tried, and at least you could let her know that youâre trying to make things right.â Felix put his hand on Hyunjinâs shoulder with a determined look. âAnd donât give up so easily either! I believe you can make things right!â
âYah! Youâre Hwang Hyunjin and you could get any and every girl you want, remember?! You got this! You can get your girl back, even if it takes longer than usual!! You just need to put in more effort!â Changbin joined in with Felix on the encouragement whilst wearing a smile on his face.
âSheâs not just any other girl though. Sheâs everything to me and I canât bear to think of the fact that I even hurt her. I fucked up really badly. Iâve already lost her once, I donât think I can handle losing her again.â Hyunjin wallowed in his sadness as Minho let out a rather loud groan.
âOh shut up and get your ass off the bed. YOU. ARE. GOING. Right now. You donât wanna lose Y/N? The longer you wait to see her and apologize to her the more time you give her to slip through your fingers. Get your sorry ass up and show her just how sorry you are.â Minho grabbed Hyunjinâs car keys and shoved them into his hand before dragging him out of his room, through the hallway and the living room, and practically throwing him outside of the house.
âGO. APOLOGIZE.â Minho shouted sternly for the last time before slamming the door in his face.
Hyunjin blinked in surprise, not expecting this to happen at all. Despite that, he composes himself together and gets inside his car to rush on campusâto your dorm roomâpraying to anyone, anything up above who would listen to his hopes of you letting him explain everything.
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Chuu was in the kitchen talking to her girlfriend on Facetime when she heard the knocking on the door entrance. Glancing at the top of her phone screen to check the time, it read that it was 11:23 PM.
âWhat the fuck? Who could be knocking at this hour?â Chuu whispered over the phone, her grip on it tightening subconsciously.
âHuh? Is everyone in the dorm already there?â Sooyoung, her girlfriend, asked in concern.
âWell, no. But they said theyâll be gone for the weekend. Should I open it?â Chuu looked at the door nervously, a small shiver running up her spine.
âCheck through the peephole just in case. Be careful.â Sooyoung warned as Chuu nodded and slowly crept to the door, peeking out through the hole in the door.
Standing there was Hyunjin who was checking the watch on his wrist. Chuu watched him intently, confused as to why he was there.
âItâs just Hyunjin, Y/Nâs⊠friend? I guess you could say that?â Chuu was still unaware of what happened that day, and so she still thought you and Hyunjin were friends. She watched Hyunjin look down at the floor and turn away. It wasnât until he started walking away that Chuu finally opened the door.
âHey, you here for Y/N?â She called out as Hyunjinâs head perked up, turning back around towards the dorm.
âYes, actually. It is okay if I could come in and talk with her?â He asked awkwardly and fidgeted with his fingers, nervous that heâd get rejected without even having the chance to see you face to face. To his relief, Chuu nodded at his request and opened the door wider.
âYeah, sure. Sheâs in the room, by the way. Donât do anything inappropriate.â Chuu pointed her finger at his in an accusatory way but laughed right after, indicating that she was just joking around.
Hyunjin laughed along with Chuu a little bit before giving her his thanks and making his way toward the door of your room.
âOkay sorry Honey, I let him in but Iâm back now~â Chuu hummed contently and went back to talking with Sooyoung.
Meanwhile, with Hyunjin, he knocked on your door softly so as to not startle you. âY/N? Itâs me, Hyunjin. Can we talk? Please?â He spoke in a gentle tone and waited for a reply. He was met with silence instead, so he considered just walking away and giving up. That was until he remembered his friendsâ words to him.
âAnd donât give up so easily either! I believe you can make things right!â Felixâs voice echoed in his mind.
âThe longer you wait to see her and apologize to her the more time you give her to slip through your fingers. Get your sorry ass up and show her just how sorry you are.â Then Minhoâs voice echoed.
They were right, he couldnât back away now and risk losing you. Not again. Not ever.
âY/N, Iâm coming in, okay? Tell me now if you donât want to see me tonight and I wonât. But Iâll be back tomorrow.â Hyunjin speaks out and still, no response. So he does what he said he would do, and he opens the door to the bedroom, only to find it empty.
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he looked around the roomâwhich wasnât even big, to begin withâfor you, but you were nowhere to be found.
He sighed in disappointment and started to walk out to leave until he heard the door to the bathroom open, and there you were.
You stood there, frozen in shock as you made eye contact with the boy. If you had known that Hyunjin would be there waiting for you, you would have brought spare clothes to the bathroom and changed there instead. But you didnât know, so you were standing there in a damp towel, water droplets pittering on the floor from your hair.
âI⊠wow.â Hyunjinâs mouth was agape and blood rushed to his cheeks seeing you. Itâs not like he hasnât seen you like this before. He has literally seen you naked before, but you still had the same effects on him, as if it was his first time seeing you like this. His mind went blank. Or maybe into a frenzy? Either way, he wasnât thinking straight as he gawked at the sight of you. He was telling himself to look away, but his body wasnât obeying him.
You stood there with a red face that matched his before grabbing the closest plushie to you and throwing it at his face, smacking him. âTurn around!!â You squealed and tried covering up as much as you could, but there wasnât much you could do with a towel.
Hyunjinâs eyes widened as he snapped out of it, quickly turning his body around and squeezing his eyes shut.
âShit⊠Iâm so sorry holy fuck shit damn oh my god.â He cursed as embarrassment overcame him. âHow long was I staring??? She probably thinks Iâm a pervert now. Great!â Hyunjin thought in his head, mentally losing it.
He heard rustling and shuffling of things behind him before you cleared your throat.
âAhem.. You can turn around now.â You crossed your arms as Hyunjin turned to look at you with an embarrassed expression on his face.
âWhat did you need to say?â You got straight to the point and Hyunjin gulped nervously, mentally preparing himself for any possible outcome that may happen from this conversation.
âIâm⊠Sorry.â
âIs that seriously all you have to say?â You raised an eyebrow and scoffed in irritation.
âNo! I mean, no. Sorry for raising my voice.â He licked his lips and took a deep breath in before exhaling.
âIâm so sorry for what happened today. I know Iâve already said it, but I truly am.â He started off apologetically. âI donât know what came over me, I donât know what possessed me to say those awful things to you. No words can describe the extent of my regret, Iâve never wished for anything more than to take back the words I said to you. They donât reflect on what I feel about you at all, not even close.â
Your face softened a bit and you walked towards him, sitting down on the bed as you patted next to you, and he, almost instantly, sat down.
âI believe you. But It still hurt to hear those things, you know?â
âI know. I wish I didnât hurt you. But fuck, it hurt so much to see you choose Heeseung over me for the second time. I couââ
âStop right there. The second time?â You looked at him in confusion, and he looked back.
âThe first time was in high school?â He stated, or questioned. He stated it more so to ask if you were aware, but you stared at him, lost.
ââŠHuh?â
So you didnât know. He was wrong all along. He doesnât think this a lot, but this is one of the few times he was glad that he was wrong.
âBack in high school when we were together. I came in a little late for our daily meet up, and I saw you in the library with Heeseung.â Hyunjin clenched his fists at the memory, looking away so you wouldnât be able to see his face.
âYou two were whispering in each otherâs ears, laughing. I wasnât able to hear what you guys were talking about except for one thing. He asked you out on a date, and told you to keep it a secret from me and to make an excuse as to why you couldnât hang out with me that day. Then he asked for your number, and you gave it to him. I left, because I didnât want to hear any more. Thatâs when I started ignoring you. I started pushing you away because I was hurt. I didnât want to talk to you because I knew that if we talked, I would have automatically forgiven you and I would've let you keep hurting me. I would've let you continue to cheat and I would've pretended to be oblivious to it because at least I got to have you in some way. So I ignored you to spare myself. I lacked the self-respect to confront you about it.â You heard Hyunjin sniff, so you gently grabbed his chin to make him face you, a singular tear running down his face.
He was crying.
You gave him a small, but sad smile. âI wish you wouldâve told me, I would have explained everything. Hyunjin, we were talking about you. In a good way, of course. He was asking you what presents to get you for your surprise birthday party the following day. The âdateâ he asked me on was so we could look for gifts to give to you together. It was nothing like that, I promise you. I loved you too much back then to ever cheat. I wish you trusted me.â Your small smile slowly turned into a small frown instead and you cupped his cheek as he nodded.
âI was stupid. I still am. But fuck, Y/N. You were so perfect. You still are. It scared me. I didnât deserve you, and I was so scared that you were finally realizing that you deserved more than what I could give you. You deserved better than me, and my insecurities got the best of me. Heeseung is just⊠so much better than me in so many aspects and I couldnât help but assume the worst. Taller, smarter, more athletic, and fuck, Iâm not even gay and I could tell that the motherfucker is beautiful.â He chuckled a little bit and you giggled at his last statement.
You opened your mouth to say something in disagreement, but Hyunjin beat you to it and held the hand, YOUR hand, that cupped his cheek. âIâm so sorry Y/N, Iâm sorry for everything. Please forgive me, Iâll be better I promise. Iâll make it all up to you if you would give me another chance.â He cried as more and more tears bubbled out of his eyes and streamed down his perfect face, and your heart ached at the scene in front of you.
âHyunjinâŠâ You mumbled softly, but he didnât seem to hear you through all his crying.
âIâmâŠin love with you Y/N. After all these years Iâm still in love with you. I was.. I was in denial at first. I didnât want to believe that after all this time, after all the effort I took to forget about you and move on, that it was all useless. But there's no denying it anymore. I love you. I wantâ no. I NEED you. I donât want to lose you again.â Hyunjin got up from beside you, only to drop down to his knees in front of you, bringing your hands to his forehead.
âYou donât even have to love me back. I know you donât. Just pleaseâŠâ He sobbed, âPlease donât leave me. I can handle us just being friends. Iâm fine with that just please donât leave me. I donât want to live a life that youâre not in.â Hyunjin begged brokenly, looking up at you with pleading eyes, tears flowing endlessly.
You could feel yourself tearing up and your lips quivered as you knelt down to his level and hugged him.
âYou fucking idiot. Youâll always be better than Heeseung in my eyes. Youâre perfect to me. Iâm not leaving you, not ever. I may not love you anymore, but youâre my friend. You have me, okay? Please stop crying, I hate seeing you like this. Honestly, Iâll still need time to fully accept your apology and forgive you, you were a real asshole today. But just know, Iâll forgive you eventually, and Iâm not leaving.â You sniffled as he buried his face into your neck, attempting to stop.
âThank you so much. I donât deserve you, youâre an angel.â He whimpered and wrapped his arms around your waist.
You guys sat there for a while in each otherâs embrace, and you waited until the cries died down to pull away and caress his cheek.
You stared into his bloodshot eyes, and he stared into yours. Even after crying his eyes out, you still thought he was the most beautiful man to exist. You offered Hyunjin a smile as he weakly smiled back.
âIâm getting sleepy, can I sleep now?â You giggled as his face turned red, immediately getting up.
âShit, I'm sorry. Iâll get going now. Thank you for keeping me as a friend, I wonât ever hurt you ever again.â He took your hand and helped you get up before giving you one last hug.
âYou donât need to thank me for that, I want to keep you in my life too, silly. Now get going.â
You walked him out of the dorm room and waved goodbye, watching the silhouette of his figure grow smaller and smaller, until he was out of site.
What a day.
a/n: hi!!!! sorry for the slow update, iâve been busier lately and iâll be starting my senior year in college soon so i hope you guys understand đ„Č anyways.. i hope you guys liked this chapter! hyune got friendzoned lololol
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