#love island x the grandest game

[the-inheritance-games]

Yooo I just realized Hawthorne Island will basically be another version of Love Island except with more riddles and puzzles and they all have trust issues and secrets 💀

[lyrakanefanatic]

TGG SPOILERS!!!

are we gonna talk about how fortnite is literally grayson and lyra’s song in the grandest game??

like just imagine it as lyra towards grayson/lyra’s pov for a sec:

“i was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic” obv she’s not actually an alcoholic but “nobody noticed my new aesthetic” is so lyra when tobias died and the hawthorne name was all over the news, so lyra’s life changed from that point on and she stopped doing ballet, moved to college, and her life was thrown off course, AND NOBODY EVEN NOTICED/KNEW WHY!! (apart from her parents)

“and no one here’s to blame, but what about your quiet treason?” lyra realizing that the younger hawthornes that she had been petty and blaming before weren’t actually to blame, and grayson just getting in her head the entire book

“and for a fortnight there, we were forever” and for those 12 hours, lyra could pretend that they could actually be together

“all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february” all her mornings/days (more nights tho since she dreams of his death) are her being stuck on the day that her father shot himself. (it’d be cool if her birthday was acc in february bc then the lyric would be so much more true LOL)

“I took the miracle move on drug, the affects were temporary” her convincing herself that she didn’t need closure about what happened to her father from grayson after he told her to stop calling, but then craving it again once she arrives at the island and meets him irl

“i love you, it’s ruining my life” her loving him means being in a constant war with herself because of what happened to her father, hence the “it’s ruining my life”

“i touched you for only a fortnight” she touched him for only 12 hours LOL

“thought of calling ya, but you won’t pick up” when grayson told lyra to “stop calling” and she stopped assuming that if she even tried he wouldn’t bother picking up

AND THE REST JUST GIVES LYRA X GRAYSON VIBES BUT I CANT EXPLAIN IT 😭😭

[cascadedkiwi]

A Grand Soup [Comfortember 2023]

Characters: Micah Yujin x “Angel” Visual Novel/Game: Error 143 Genre: Comfort (more fluff, I’m feeling) Summary: Because Micah shall not settle for any old simple soup. Word Count: 822

Prompt: 27. Soup

Micah’s happy voice sounds through the front of the house. “Angel~ I'm home!”

“In the kitchen!” she calls back. 

Micah practically trots into the kitchen with his nose in the air, dropping the shopping bags onto the island countertop. “Oh, you brought out the big pot!”

She giggles, turning from her stirring. “What did you bring home?”

She can almost see imaginary ears popping up from his hair as he lights up.

“Angel, I went down that market street you told me about? There was produce EVERYWHERE!” He starts pulling out ingredients from the various cloth and straw bags. “I got carrots… sweet potatoes… bok choy - I hope I said that right - tomatoes, corn, red and white onions…” 

Micah separates a smaller amount and pushes the pile across the counter to where Angel is waiting with her sharpened knife. She transfers all she can carry to the sink to wash and peel as necessary.

“Don't think I'm done!” He says excitedly, although there's no way she possibly could've when he came in with four large bags stuffed to capacity. She listens as he continues unloading his haul like a proud gatherer. 

“I didn't even know cauliflower came in yellow! I got the regular white, too. I got all four colours of sweet peppers, white and purple cabbage - why do they call it red? Red onions aren't even red, either!”

Angel chuckles at his tone, bringing over bowls to separate the prepped ingredients. Her husband’s insistence at an excessively wide countertop was currently much appreciated. They could host a full family reunion to this thing.

“I got a bunch of beans and stuff, too! I found those ‘lentils’ you kept asking about, and Lima beans, and black beans, red beans, split peas…”

“Micah Yujin, who are we feeding with all this?” She asks with a laugh. The carrots had been diced and she was on to the broccoli he had purposely not announced. Her eyes roamed over the various mushrooms and pumpkin, lighting up at the butternut squash.

“Me and you, my love,” he answers in a posh tone. “You told me to bring home veggies for soup. This will ensure we execute only the grandest soup possible.”

“It'll be healthy, that's for sure,” she murmurs as Micah pushes the bags to the opposite end of the counter. 

He goes over to the sink, washing his hands before returning with his apron hanging from his neck and a knife and cutting board in his arms. “You didn't think I was leaving you to prep all this alone, did you?” He gasps dramatically. “I'm hurt, my angel, that you think so little of me after living as my sweet wife all this time.”

“We've been married for three months, Yujin.”

“And clearly I haven't demonstrated myself enough in those 90 days, Mrs. Yujin.” He makes quick work of the onions, using the excuse to have tears accompany his exaggerated sniffling.

Cassie shakes her head as she sets aside a bowl of greens, clearing her cutting board for the cabbage. “My apologies, my sweet.”

“No!” Micah huffs with a pout, leaving the tears as he moves on to the bell peppers. “This is my failure as a husband. I am more than just a provider, a bringer of raw materials for sustenance. I must prove myself!”

Cassie raises an eyebrow as he pushes away the peppers, dutifully wiping his knife before smacking down a sweet potato. God bless him because as much as she loved the things, cutting them was a workout. She would gladly watch him strongarm that vegetable into submission for their pot.

Micah turned everything into a performance or a good time. Even with his antics he was an efficient kitchen assistant, and pretty soon everything they wanted was in the pot and bubbling away. 

He sniffs the air, a confused look on his face. “Angel, is the oven on?” He bent to look but couldn't tell.

“Should be,” she responds as she rinses the dishes. “I've got bread rising in there.”

She squeaks into a laugh as she's suddenly hugged from behind, dropping a - thankfully plastic - bowl. She squirms as Micah peppers her cheek with kisses. “It's just bread, babe, relax!”

“My Angel made bread from scratch with this timing and I must relax?” He asks incredulously. “I shall not!”

“I'm assuming that informing you that my first attempt at a garlic confit is also in there will earn me more physical affect- Wah!” She squawks as she's raised clean off her feet and walked out of the kitchen.

“Mm-mm, mm-mm” Her husband repeats in her ear. “You're not allowed to do this to me. You're showing me up.”

“Micah-”

“ I'm the giver in this relationship, missy. Stop stealing my love language!” They topple onto the large sofa where he smothers her and her protesting laughter in kisses. 

It's a good thing they have a rather loud and intrusive kitchen timer.

[mookybear12404]

Part 2 of the Sims!MP100 AU is finally here!!! [Part 1] [Fanart for pt2: x] [Fic] [New Server]

Some more lore was added to the AU!

So basically, Mob and Ritsu were orphaned when they lost their parents to a house fire. Since they had no other relatives, they had to be put in the foster system. Reigen, (who already knew Mob before it all happened), decided he was going to do everything in his power to take care of the poor kid and keep him out of the foster system. He tried to adopt the two brothers, but there was a big pushback from the court. Reigen was single, unemployed, a smoker, and didn’t exactly have a good track record for, well, anything. There were innumerable cases before Reigen was able to finally win over the court... or at least, partially win them over. He was able to adopt Mob, but Ritsu wasn’t so lucky. Ritsu was sent to be fostered by an older woman with a lot of cats. Ritsu lives so far away now that he and Mob never get to see each other. While Mob still calls him from time to time, it feels to him like he lost his brother in the fire that day too. 

Reigen is doing his best to be the most loving parent he can be to a kid in this situation, but its hard when Mob refuses to talk or share his emotions. Reigen’s also struggling to do everything he can to get himself financially stable. He’s been in interview after interview trying to get a job so he can support Mob. Its hard though, finding time to write resumes and such, when you’re raising a kid full time. He’s trying to manage living with a demonic cat, keeping the house in one piece, keeping his kid happy and healthy, and balancing his finances all while having the court breathing down his neck. Reigen is doing everything he can to prove himself worthy to the system, not just so he can keep Mob, but also so that one day he can finally reunite the Kageyama brothers.

Even though Reigen is his legal father, Mob still goes by Kageyama and doesn’t call him dad (yet). Its hard for Mob to really accept that his parents are gone now. Reigen respects this, and doesn’t try to force the whole “dad” thing onto him, but a small part of him hopes that one day, maybe when he gets Ritsu back, he can finally be his real dad. 

and now that that's done, here's what all that’s happened since we left! :)

-Reigen tries his best to help Mob with homework, despite not knowing a thing about math.

-And finally, finally, FINALLY Reigen is able to get a job! its a crappy, minimum wage job as a mailroom technician, but hey! if it pays the bills it pays the bills.

-That night, as they’re trying to sleep, Mob and Reigen are rudely awakened by the sound of their neighbors,,,, uhh,,,,, 

-(Reigen decides he’d rather lie to the kid about what those noises are)

-But since Mob isn’t able to get any sleep, he goes over himself to bang on the neighbor’s door. 

-Turns out? Creepy stalker neighbor has a lady friend! and now she and Reigen are yelling at each other... while she’s naked...

-This, by the way, is how they start the morning of their first thanksgiving together! :)

-Reigen is actually very excited, this is their first Thanksgiving as a family after all! He can’t wait to give him boy the most perfect Thanksgiving ever! :D

-And of course, it turns out to be everything but perfect. 

-To start off, their house is invaded by gnomes:

-Thankfully, Mob and Reigen are able to appease the gnomes through the power of singing and coffee (dont question it)

-They leave Reigen with seedpackets as a token of their gratitude. Reigen’s not really sure what to do with these, but he’s very thankful.

-The gnomes, however, then decide to surround Reigen’s bed, making it impossible to go back to sleep. 

-And as if things can’t get any worse, an old friend creep decides to give Reigen a call

-how this man managed to find out that Reigen got hired the morning after he got the call is beyond all of us. Reigen hasn’t even spoken to him. He hasn’t even left the house since he got the call.

-Doesn’t he have a lady friend now?? Why doesn’t he just go and bother her?? ?

-We finally decided that things were a little bit too chaotic at the apartment. Since both of them had the day of we thought, hey, why not have Reigen and Mob go out for a little morning jog? Some body improvement! 

-We would later come to regret this decision

-Poor Mob has trouble keeping up with Reigen

-The two of them are enjoying their run so much, Reigen decides to go outside the city to run!

-They take a taxi down to Brindleton Bay, and then a boat out to a nearby island.

-Mob and Reigen continue jogging as they explore the area a bit! Mob comes up with the idea to climb up to the top of the lighthouse. They use the opportunity to get some stair exercises in. (Body improvement! Fight on!)

-The view from the top is gorgeous! Reigen can’t help but feel so proud of Mob’s progress. 

 -Mob, it seems, isn’t able to wait until Thanksgiving dinner to tell Reigen how he feels. 

-Things, it seems, can’t get any fluffier. 

-Then of course

-That’s when everything goes to shit

-Reigen is now freezing to death, trapped on an island, far away from home, with not much time left before his body temperature drops so low that Mob has to watch another one of his father figures die. 

-The chat, of course, is handling this very calmly

-Luckily, Mob spots a house on the shoreline!

-Thankfully, there was a very kind family living there!! A Mom, her son, her young daughter, as well as their dog were there when Mob arrived with Reigen

-The woman didn’t hesitate for a moment, but went straight to work saving Reigen

-Reigen resisted help at first (he didn’t want to be seen naked), but they were eventually able to get him in the tub

-Mob stood by and waited nervously as we watched his dad slowly return from the brink of death

-Thankfully, THANKFULLY, the woman was able to save him!

-Mob is more than ecstatic to see Reigen alive and breathing, he doesn’t even wait for Reigen to leave the room before he gives him a hug

 -The woman was kind enough to let them stay over at their house until Reigen’s body temperature went all the way back to normal. She even lit him a fire to warm himself by. 

-A picture of Reigen thanking the kind woman

-While Reigen is sitting by the fire bundled in blankets, trying to get the cold out of his bones, Mob finds himself making a new friend. 

-The woman’s son and Mob bond over their shared interest in video games!

-Mob also discovered their piano! His playing sounded pretty awful, but he’s trying his best!!

-We’re suddenly distracted from playing Mob when Reigen’s moodlet shoots through the roof. The cause of his excitement? 

-He saw a doggo

-he does have the dog lover trait after all, who can blame him

-Reigen is able to recover before nightfall, and he takes Mob home for the night, both of them having made a new friend.

-Reigen decides he’s gonna try and salvage this disaster of a holiday with the grandest thanksgiving meal Mob has ever had!

-He goes to work trying to prepare the turkey, despite having no cooking experience, and having completely and utterly destroyed every single meal he’s tried to cook so far.

-Surprisingly, Reigen manages to cook the turkey without burning it!! 

-The two of them decide to go and get themselves dressed while the turkey cools. 

-But of course, the sims gods refuse to leave this poor family in peace. 

-For when they return to their thanksgiving turkey they see-

-Disaster

-In perfect Christmas-Story fashion, Dimple decided to go and EAT THE ENTIRE TURKEY

-The chat panics

-That turkey was $75, more than an entire paycheck for Reigen

-We begin frantically deciding what objects of furniture in the house aren’t necessary. I mean, how badly do they need a toilet anyways?  

-An unexpected hero jumps in at the last moment to save the day: Reigen’s new job! Despite the fact that Reigen hasn’t even gone to work yet, they decided to give him a holiday bonus!

-Reigen is able to remake the entire meal with his bonus! Surprisingly, the family is able to spend the rest of their dinner in peace, with no weird or traumatic events to ruin their day. (Its like a thanksgiving miracle!) Mob talks to Reigen about his new friend, school, his favorite animal, video games, and other such things. 

-For a moment, it feels like Family

-Reigen, it seems, can’t seem to shake off what Mob said to him before the near-death experience at the lighthouse. He decides that there’s no better time than the present for him to tell Mob how he feels.  

-Despite all the trauma this family has had to endure, they both go to bed feeling happier and more loved than ever before

-All’s well that ends well I guess?

And as a Bonus:

[thethirstynoona]

The Tortoise and the Hare - Intro

Come one, come all – listen to the age-old tale of the memorable race between the tortoise and the hare.  A classic story of the dangers of hubris, this story will take a naughty turn when the hare challenges the tortoise to a race with a very peculiar finish line – you. 

Category: Angst/Fluff (Smut in Future Parts) Word Count: 2,415 Group/Members: BTS/JiKook - Reader x JiKook

Let’s meet our contenders...

The Hare

An arrogant, domineering young man – Jeon Jungkook wears a mask as sweet as the Lindt Golden Bunny chocolate.  Bragging a natural talent as a jack-of-all-trades, sadly the life inexperience leaves him a master of none.  His sweet smiles and magical fingers drive the ladies wild, but please refrain from calling him ‘oppa’ – Jungkook prefers his women like his wine: aged and complex.  Young girls need not apply.

The Tortoise

A practiced, controlled young man, Park Jimin speaks with wisdom beyond his years.  Never boastful of his side activities, Jimin can win the heart of a woman with a single glance.  Ladies fall to their knees at the sight of his graceful, ethereal movements – but Jimin remains as mystical as the ambivalent way he toys with his hair. Don’t let his macho bravado mislead you; Jimin loves taking his time, enjoying every tantalizing minute of your encounter together.

Let the race begin...

It all started with Mark’s birthday.  It wasn’t often that you got to hang out with your childhood friend because of his work with GOT7, but you would be damned if you couldn’t spend his 24th birthday with him – especially since you missed out on celebrating 21 together because of their debut.  When he got the green light from JYP to take some vacation time, the two of you knew that the only place suitable for rectifying the missed shit show back in 2014 was the city of sin, Las Vegas.

Originally it was to be just you and Mark, but since Mark hadn’t seen you in some time, he brought along Jackson as a third wheel.  You always had a distinct feeling that Mark had hidden feelings for you, but he had never confessed.  Jackson ended up bringing Namjoon from BTS, who in turn brought Jungkook and Jimin to celebrate their maknae’s 20th birthday.

“Jackson, not that I’m complaining, but why did you invite them?” you cheekily asked as the three of you waited for your luggage.  Mark and Jackson had flown into Los Angeles a few days prior, and on the flight from LAX to Vegas, Jackson had spilled the beans on the additional party guests.

“I invited Namjoon.  He was the one who asked the other two along.  I only invited him because he’d been telling me how exhausted he was after the tour and the solo album he’d been producing…” he shyly replied, clearly feeling bad for both Namjoon’s plight and your frustration.  You knew that Jackson’s intentions were pure, and decided not to lather him in chagrin for his misstep.

“You guys realize that Jungkook is only twenty in America, right?” you began, only to have Mark chuckle at your statement.  Sensing the oncoming tension spike, Jackson looked down at his phone to call the car service and walked a step away.  “What’s so funny?” you inquisitively asked, eyes sharp on Mark’s beaming grin.

“Y/N, he’s a celebrity. Even though he’s underage, any club will allow him access because it’ll guarantee the club’s capacity being maxed out,” he started, watching you nod your head as you realized that he was right. “We haven’t partied together since I’ve been a member of GOT7, but Y/N…it’s a completely different world. We’re not going to have to pay for anything.” 

“Is that why your manager called me and told me not to reserve any dinners or VIP sections?” you callously responded, ego bruised from not being able to plan Mark’s birthday the way you had wanted to.  Before Mark could answer you, Jackson returned and ushered the three of you to a separate exit where a Mercedes-Benz G-500 was waiting.  

The spritely driver opened the ebony doors to reveal the leather interior, taking your bags to the trunk as each of you loaded yourselves into the back.  The windows were tinted to the darkest shade to prevent onlookers from seeing inside the vehicle.  It was a quick drive to the hotel – GOT7’s management had arranged for the three of you to stay at the Cosmopolitan – a trendy hotel with a provocative marketing strategy.  The car pulled up to the bell desk, and two bellhops unloaded the bags as soon as the car was put in park.  The driver handed Mark a small envelope.

“This has your room keys, along with a credit card from JYP.  I will assure the safe arrival of your things to your room and that proper gratuity is given to the staff.  Happy Birthday, Mark,” he smilingly said before exiting the vehicle.  Mark and Jackson, almost in sync, donned their blackened shades and medical masks.  Rolling your eyes, you opened the door and hopped to the ground, the matching boys following suit.  As the doors to the hotel opened, the three of you put on your game faces, ready to take on the weekend.

“One room?”  The incredulous statement burst out of your mouth before you realized that you were, like Mark had stated earlier, with celebrities.  Mark and Jackson simply smirked at each other as Mark unlocked the door to reveal the largest hotel suite you had ever seen.

Floor-to-ceiling windows greeted your entry once passed the chandelier-clad hallway.  The panoramic view of the strip left you speechless as you gawked around at the amenities.  A full wet-bar decorated the corner opposite the living room area, which housed three suede couches and a flat screen bigger than the front door of your apartment.  Two additional hallways branched off of the main area, on leading to two rooms, each containing two beds; the other hallway leading to the largest room in the suite, with one California king size bed.

The largest suite had its own private bathroom – private being the indicative word – the bathroom had no doors, no walls; the only thing separating the bathroom from the rest of the suite was a marble island and glass wall, which acted as a buffer wall for the Jacuzzi-style bathtub.  The bathtub resided opposite the shower – which was hardly the proper term for the empty space between the two vanities on the back wall.  Had it not been for that wall, the shower itself would not have had any walls, glass or otherwise. It was a waterfall-style showerhead, which had a square water-curtain when activated.  Well, at least the hotel didn’t have false advertising – the style was rather provocative.

The mirrored suites on the opposite end housed just the two beds, but with flat screens that matched the one in the living area.  Chargers for all devices lined the wall table underneath the mounted television, and a small remote control was on the nightstand with an instruction letter – a universal remote to navigate the air conditioning, the channels, the music, and the individual bed temperatures.  JYP was really leaving nothing out for the occasion.

Finally, there were two bathrooms: one in the hallway with the two-mirrored rooms, and another in the entryway.  Both contained the amenities of your typical bathroom, minus the bathtub.

“This is just like that hotel room they had in that movie…The Hangover!” Jackson exclaimed, wasting no time to prepare himself a cocktail.  He walked into the kitchenette to find six glasses for champagne, three filled with the bubbly liquid – and a note.  You and Mark approached the bar to grab your glasses and toast, while Jackson began reading aloud the letter. 

“‘To Mr. Tuan, Mr. Jeon, and guests, Please enjoy your stay at the magnificent Cosmopolitan Las Vegas.  Enjoy the complimentary beverages and snacks provided by the staff in this kitchen.  Your rooms will be turned over at the end of your stay, unless you specify otherwise. To make your visit as pleasurable as possible, we’ve arranged for your group to be in the VIP section at our own Marquee.  Call the concierge when you’re ready to go and we will have security escort you to the Library.  In addition to that, we’ve also arranged dinner for your group at Morimoto at the MGM Grand.  Our friends at the Aria have gifted you the full use of their facility on Sunday if you wish – they’ve blocked off the entirety of the spa to just your group.  Finally, we’ve included a special coding on your room keys – should you visit anywhere else in the Cosmopolitan, it will 100% be on us.

Happy Birthday to Mr. Tuan and Mr. Jeon, may you have the grandest of occasions during your stay!’

I’m just your guest, now, hyung?” Jackson scoffed after finishing the letter.  He tossed it onto the counter and poured himself another glass of the Veuve Clicquot. The three of you began to laugh and joke about the weekend’s possibilities and didn’t notice the arrival of the other half of the birthday crew.

“Don’t hog all the champagne now, Jackson,” a deep voice cut through the banter.  It was Kim Namjoon, looking utterly exhausted beneath his forced smile.  Behind him were the two young gentlemen who had recently struck your heart like the little cherubs they were – Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook.  Jungkook’s mischievous eyes poured into yours while the former avoided your gaze as he brushed his fingers through his hair. Their behavior seemed to oppose what you had manifested in your head, though it was your first time meeting them, and you were well aware that first impressions weren’t always correct.

“Hey, there’s plenty where this came from,” Jackson defensively replied, opening the fridge to reveal the abundance of booze.  He pulled out another bottle of champagne and opened it, pouring the three Bangtan members a glass.

“Y/N, this is –“ Mark began.

“Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, and Jeon Jungkook,” you excitedly stated, looking at each of them as you said their names.  Mark smiled and shook his head at your fangirl behavior.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s my best friend from when I was little.  Treat her nice, especially since she’s the oldest one here,” Mark jabbed.  You pinched his side to retaliate for the unnecessary comment. 

“So what shall we toast to?” Jackson asked, holding up his glass.

“To Mark and Jungkook’s birthday,” you smartly replied.  Everyone started clinking glasses, but before anyone could drink, Jackson slid in a comment. 

“Be sure to look the person you are toasting with in the eyes.  If you don’t, you’ll curse yourself with bad sex forever,” he said. In that moment, your eyes were darting between Jimin and Jungkook’s, a bewildered expression plastered on your face. Jungkook and Jimin turned to look each other in the eyes and both smirked, sipping the champagne and looking back to you.

Once the whole group was together, it was decided that Jungkook and Jimin would share the biggest suite, Namjoon and Jackson would share a room, and you would were to room with Mark.  If at the end of the night you ended up sleeping with him, at least you could live with yourself for that.  Mark was only a year younger than you, but the temptations of the two youngest guys needed to be at the opposite end of the penthouse before trouble started brewing. After deciding the plan for the night, everyone got ready and agreed to head down to the Chandelier Bar for drinks beforehand.  You were sure to call the concierge desk to make sure that there would be a table set up for the group.

It seemed like an endless line of people coming to take photos with one or all of the guys – and if people were too shy you could see them taking video from afar, which just came off as super creepy.  The two maknaes had utilized the buddy system and went to the restroom, and after your third signature cocktail, you felt the urge to go yourself.  There was no sign of either boy as you entered the hallway, and you assumed while washing your hands that they would have already returned to the party.  Before you opened the door to leave, you heard two familiar voices speaking just outside the ladies room.

“She’s so pretty. Mark had said that she wasn’t attractive while they were growing up, but she’s just…wow.  Kookie, who do you think she likes more between you and me?” Jimin’s muffled voice penetrated the door.  You blushed and began to twirl a strand of hair through your fingers, listening intently.

“Well it’s obvious she’s into both of us, but hyung you’re always like this.  You think too much and never act.  You’re always too slow to get the girls you want – which is why I always get them instead,” the snide voice of Jungkook replied.  So, Jungkook was a fuckboy.  You knew his innocent act was simply that – an act.

“I’m not too slow, Jungkook. I, unlike you, understand that women need finessing.  You don’t understand how women work – you’re more on a level of having…girls,” Jimin schooled.  He was looking better by the minute, despite the mahogany door standing between you two.

“Wanna bet?” Jungkook challenged.

“Bet?  I’m assuming you mean that we’re betting on who can get with Y/N first?  Oh Jungkook, you really don’t understand women, do you?” Jimin reproached.  You could almost feel Jimin shaking his head in disapproval.

“It’s Vegas, hyung. If she’s not begging for it by the end of the night I’ll be surprised.  But yes, I want to bet on her.  I bet that I can nail her before you can,” Jungkook sneered.  You were hoping that Jimin wouldn’t give in, but something about Jungkook’s cocky attitude kind of turned you on.

“I think this will actually teach you how to slow your pace, little bunny.  You’re on,” Jimin stated in a tone of finality.  

You ran back to the mirror to adjust yourself.  The beige bodycon bandage dress hugged your curves perfectly, but you needed to fix your cleavage, which was in clear view for anyone within a 30-foot radius.  You fluffed your hair and made sure your butt was only slightly showing before making your exit.

“What, did you fall in?” Mark drunkenly asked as you sat down next to him.  Glancing at Jungkook and Jimin, all you could see from the corner of your eyes were two animals, ready to stalk and hunt their prey.  You decided to play a part in their game, since neither had any knowledge that you knew of their wager.

“Oh, did you miss me that much?” you cooed at Mark.  A befuddled look answered your question, and you crossed your legs towards him, assuring that the two players of your game received an avid view of your center in the exchange.  Your hand tickled Mark’s chest, but before you could give him your best doe eyes and lip bite, Jackson grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the corner.

“This is not the place. If you want to do that with Mark, that’s fine – but remember that everyone here is watching, and the slightest slip in behavior can lead to a scandal.  With all that we dealt with last year, we’re not going to have that happen again.  I’ll call the concierge to escort us to the club if everyone’s ready,” he firmly stated. You looked around and saw the few people with their phones out, recording every moment.  Jackson was right – this was not the place to start this. You’d have to be much more tactical if you were to tease the youngest Bangtan members.

You were anxious to see where the night would take you...