#makgeolli girls

[averyroundsquare]

The edible started to kick in just when I was reading something about the tribes on North Sentinel Island having very little to no contact with outsiders and it just made me think that there is someone my age right now living somewhere like North Sentinel Island who would be completely baffled by the things we have around us, the things we use, the things we eat…they would be literally mind blown.

Like I’m currently watching American Dad. Somebody out there has absolutely no idea what a TV is much less the concept of animation. The sight of pictures being able to speak might literally blow their minds. Me writing all of this on a mobile phone would confuse somebody who has never used a telephone in their lives.

Our possessions are bullshit. If you think about it the things we use just isolate and divide us. In 2023 the vast majority of people in the western world have a tv in every room. Even if they don’t nearly every household has WiFi. Last I checked statistics said the vast majority of people are in possession of more than 2 cell phones. Nearly everybody has at least one spare phone in a drawer somewhere. We have our own individual access to everything. We don’t have to go outside for anything, not even for groceries any more. Yet on the other side of the world they have to forage for everything they need, including water to drink.

This isn’t a post to preach about being grateful for what we have because others don’t have it. To be honest, they’re the happier ones. Maybe that’s the point to this point. They don’t have a phones or tvs, but they have each other. Westerners are so busy working to pay for this stuff that we don’t spend time with our families and that’s if we’re not too preoccupied to have children.

All of this stuff is meaningless. Just capitalist ideas to tickle our egos and feelings in order to line their pockets. I hope we wake up for this bullshit.

Damn this edible is really hitting now. I suppose the banana makgeolli didn’t help either.

[borathae]

“You and your friends celebrate girl’s night at the penthouse. This however, isn’t an excuse for Jungkook not to receive his welcome home kisses. You won’t complain, he’s your cutie after all.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, casual BDSM

Warnings: just girlies being best friends <3, they talk very freely about kink, she shows off her playroom, mentions of sex work & BDSM events, mommy kink, Kookie being her cute Bunnybaby <3

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i reread the caravan chapter of aaol and in it, Koo mentions that she can bring her girl friends over for girl's night whenever she wants to. so i wrote something about that feat. Koo being a cutie. have fun besties 🤎

You had your girls over tonight. It has been ages since you last saw them and it couldn’t be any more exciting to have them stay at your place. You call it your Paradis Girls’ Sleepover. Hyejin brings the snacks, Byulyi the drinks, Yongsun is responsible for the face masks and Wheein brings candles. You offer them your guestrooms to sleep in, comfy pajamas to wear and fluffy socks to show off. 

The sleepover started at four. Hyejin and Wheein were the first to arrive. Like always. Yongsun was next and Byulyi came last. You all greeted each other with happy squeals and tight hugs, falling into excited conversation instantly. Your voices overlapped, everyone had something to tell and unsurprisingly, nobody was heard. You giggled about it and then agreed on taking turns telling your stories. 

Yongsun and her now-fiancé are currently trying for a baby and are moving apartments. She stopped working at Paradis four months ago. You knew of the last fact of course because you and the others were her emotional support cheerleader in the group chat during the process. She doesn’t miss the work and says that sex with her partner feels so much better all of a sudden. 

“That’s what I’m always saying. Sex hits so good when you’re only doing it with your love”, you say, snacking on some salted pretzels.

“Yeah I agree, it hits hard. You’re especially lucky though. Kook’s kinky as fuck”, Yongsun says as she sips on her makgeolli.

“Is Shiwon vanilla?” Wheein asks, “that’s news to me.”

“Oh hell no, not vanilla. Just not as kinky as Kook. You guys have a playroom. That’s so hot.”

“Oh, yes right!” you exclaim, clapping into your hands, “Yongsun, do you still wanna tell us more? Because I just remembered that we redid the toy shelves and you didn’t even see them yet.”

“Okay slay. Please show us”, Hyejin says, “unless you still want to talk, Yongsun. We don’t wanna cut your time short.”

“No, I can still talk during the house tour. I need to see the new shelves.” 

“Slay. Let’s do that”, Hyejin says and gets up from the couch.

You and the other girls follow. 

“Did you realise that you’ve started saying slay all the time?” Byulyi asks.

“Yes god so annoying”, Hyejin groans, “I’m watching this streamer and she keeps saying slay all the time. I can’t stop doing it because of her. Last night, I literally told one of my customers slay after we finished”, she whines, making your little group chuckle. 

“Did he say something?”

“Yeah, he asked me what it meant and I had to explain to him. He said that he didn’t get it and then left. Weirdo, it’s not like he wanted to lick cheese sauce outta my belly button before that.”

Wheein cracks up, you and the others laugh as well. You can clearly imagine how weird that customer was. You had so many of those during your time at Paradis.

You chat about the streamer on the way to the playroom. Hyejin tells you that she really likes her streams and that she always watches them in the evening during dinner and her night routine. She then proceeded to gush about this new rice water moisturiser she is trying, which in return made Byulyi think of how she got a new favourite brand of rice. Conversation shifted to Byulyi and her favourite brand of rice and how she thought of so many recipes already. Wheein asked for them and Byulyi gladly shared them. 

You keep the door to the playroom open, turning on the lights.

Your girls gasp and coo in unison, looking around the playroom with sparkling eyes.

“This won’t ever lose its spark”, Yongsun gushes, “it’s so hot. Seriously I’m getting all wet just being here.”

“Totally understand you”, Wheein agrees. 

“Wait till you see the upgraded toy drawers. That’ll make your clits throb”, you tell them, leading them to the drawers with a happy skip in your steps. 

The ladies follow you happily, looking left and right to really take in everything.

“Is that swing new?”Hyejin asks.

“Mhm? That?” you look at the black leather sex swing, “I think you girls haven’t seen it yet, but we’ve had it for like seven months.”

“Slay. Did you use it already?”

“What do you think?” you say and grin mischievously.

“Huge slay.”

Byulyi laughs because of Hyejin, patting her back sisterly. 

“It’s sturdy. Also it gives me a good grip on Kook. I can really go to town on him when he’s in there”, you say.

“I can imagine”, Yongsun says, “pegging in a swing just hits so much harder”

“Yeah definitely”, Wheein agrees.

You nod your head and turn to the drawers, “now look at those drawers.”

You and your girls gather in front of them as you open them and reveal your vibrator collection to them. 

“Woow so cool”, they gasp. 

“Right? Right? Check out the lighting in there. Helloo? We have drawer lights”, you gush, waving your hands around in the drawer.

“That’s genuinely so fucking cool. And the pillowing too. It makes the toys look so expensive”, Byulyi gushes, poking her finger into the velvety pillowing.

“And now check this out”, you say, pushing the drawer closed. It slides closed carefully, slowing down on the last few inches before closing silently, “they have a fucking automatic break in them. Remember the stupid ass drawers in Room 14?”

“They are still getting stuck each time you close them. Trust me, I’m still struggling”, Wheein says.

“I know right. God”, you groan and open the drawer again just to show off its closing mechanism to them, “look at how smooth that is.”

“This is so cool, seriously. Now stop closing the damn drawers I wanna see the collection”, Byulyi says, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay fine. A girl can’t do anything here”, you joke.

Byulyi chuckles deeply, looking into the drawer with a lopsided smirk on her lips.

And so you show them your new toys and give them a few details about how it is to play with them. You show them your pegging dildo collection and Wheein asks about Jungkook’s progress, which you proudly show them. They react in coos and honest praise and you felt so proud of your husband. There is no better feeling in the world than being able to show off with him.

And there are also no better people to do it to than your friends. You share everything about your sex lives. No topic, kink or fetish is taboo. Conversations about them are normal to you and them and part of the bond you share. You honestly think that if you suddenly stopped being so open with each other, the friendship would feel weird. Sex was what brought you five together, it is what you first bonded over as you had to talk shit about weird customers and even now, when two of your little group stopped working at the club, sex will still be a topic keeping you together. After all, there are many kink events where the five of you and your partners go to together. The shared love for kink and fetish is just part of your identities and a big reason why you loved to be friends.

It is obvious how normal kink conversations are in your friendship, when in the middle of you showing off the sturdiness of your flogging post, Byulyi begins talking about her rice again and you all exchange recipes. 

By the time the clock showed eight, Jungkook comes home from work. You and your girls were back in the living room again, but still haven’t started the movie you actually wanted to watch. Conversation was just too good to interrupt it with movies.

Jungkook is a welcome interruption however. You look at the elevator until its doors open and reveal Jungkook in his business attire.

“Hey there!”

“Yuhuu!”

“Welcome home, Kook!” 

“Helloo!”

Your girls greet your husband happily, giving him enthusiastic waves.

His eyes light up instantly.

“Hey there, girls”, he greets them, stepping out of the elevator, “hey, my love”. he tells you.

“Hey, Bunny. How was work?”

“Okay. I’ll just quickly take off my outside clothes and then I’ll be with you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jungkook disappears in the dressing room for a moment. 

“He worked later today, didn’t he?”

“No, he went for dinner with a friend. I told him to take his time. I’m surprised he’s home already.”

Jungkook reappears again, making his way to you. He looks so handsome in his grey suit that you can’t stop making heart eyes at him.

“___ says that you went for dinner with a friend?” Wheein asks him.

“Yeah, Tae. We had pork ribs. It was so yummy and I ate way too much. My pants are uncomfy now”, he says, tugging on the hem of them to give his tummy a well-deserved break, “I had to drive home with my pants undone”, he says and makes you laugh.

“I understand you so well”, Wheein says, “it’s kinda nice too though. I like being so full with food ‘cause it means that the food was yummy.”

“Yeah definitely.”

“So why are you home already?” Hyejin asks. 

“Actually, funny story. Tae had to hurry home because his daughter suddenly got explosive diarrhea and his wife begged him to help her with it.”

“Eew really?”

“Yeah”, Jungkook laughs, “apparently it went all over the walls?”

“Eeew that’s so nasty eeww”, Hyejin says jokingly, “you sure you wanna get knocked up, unnie?” she teases Yongsun. 

“Haha, very funny.”

“You and Shiwon are trying for a baby?” Jungkook asks.

“Yup, at least we’re trying for one. I can’t say that I’m hating the process.” 

Jungkook laughs, “I can imagine.”

He finally reaches the couch, scanning his eyes over the snacks and drinks.

“Don’t look at the drinks”, Byulyi says, covering the glasses of makgeolli with her hands. 

Jungkook chuckles, “it’s fine. I don’t mind looking at alcohol. You girls enjoy”, he says and closes in on you.

He gets on your lap and hugs you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You hug him back instantly, smiling dreamily.

“Hey, Mommy”, he says. 

“Hey there, Bunny.”

“How was your day?” 

“Good. And yours?”

“Okay. I had too many meetings”, he huffs out air, “so annoying.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry Bunnybaby. But you did it, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mommy”, he giggles happily, “I thought of you during the meetings.”

“You did?”

He nods his head and lifts it so he gazes into your eyes.

“I also have to fly to Shanghai for two nights. I gotta meet with a few business partners”, he says and pouts.

“When are you leaving?”

“Wednesday. I should be home by Friday night again”, he sacks his shoulders, “I’m sorry. I know this is really last-minute, but I only learned about it today.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know”, you assure him and squeeze his dainty waist, “gosh Bunny, I’ll miss you so much. Like damn.”

“I know. Me too, Mommy”, he whines and hugs you tightly, “we gotta call each night.”

“Of course we gotta”, you say, making him giggle and lift his head so he could look at you again.

He caresses the sides of your neck, scrunching his nose cutely.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy."

“Mhm, Bunny you’re so cute. Come closer and let Mommy have her kisses.”

Jungkook leans in gladly, kissing you deeply and with his hips squirming on your lap unapologetically. You and he only act this way in front of your girls. No one else in your lives, not even family, knows this side of you. There would simply be too many awkward follow up questions and quite frankly, it was more comfortable to keep this part of your relationship private. But not in front of your girls. They know you for who you truly are. Jungkook was shy about it at first, because he never experienced sharing his kinks with people before. But once he realised that he won’t find judgment with your friends – and he visited enough kink events with you and your friends to know they are just as kinky as you – he began opening up more and more. These days, he is not ashamed of acting like Mommy’s best Bunny in front of them and he is most definitely not ashamed to show how much he likes your kisses. Everyone should know that he is Mommy’s happy Bunny when he gets your kisses.

You break the kiss because you didn’t want it to deepen too much. Jungkook will get horny again and you can’t be with him for at least a few more hours. 

He smiles at you, licking his lips afterwards. You retort the smile, squeezing his hips.

“That was nice”, he says.

“Yeah, it was so nice.”

“I think I’ll go to my room then. I bet you girls have so much to talk about”, he says, looking at the others.

“It’s okay. We don’t mind the distraction”, Byulyi assures him.

“We saw the size you can take these days. That’s impressive”, Wheein adds.

Jungkook’s face is beet red in an instant. He gawks at you with big eyes.

“You showed them?”

“Of course I did. I gotta show off with my Bunny.”

Jungkook blushes even harder, hiding his face in his own hands as cute giggles leave him.

“Mommy, you’re so mean. Don’t show off with that”, he whines, making you and your girls chuckle fondly.

“Mhm no. I’ll keep showing off with my Bunny.”

“God”, he falls against you, hugging you tightly as he giggles, “this is so embarrassing. You’re so mean, Mommy.”

“Sorry Bunny. You know that I’m proud of you, yeah?” you say, patting his butt gently.

“Yeah, I guess. Hmpf so mean”, he says and straightens up. You give him a little smooch on his cheek and then it is already time for Jungkook to get up from your lap. 

He looks at the snacks.

“Mhm snackies. Don’t mind me stealing some”, he says and grabs a handful of salted pretzels. He snacks on them as he leaves the living room, chewing happily, “will you girls stay the night?”

“Yup, we wanna watch a movie later.”

“Uuh movie. Which one?”

“Hereditary.”

“Isn’t that the movie with the car scene?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook cringes, “well good luck to you girls. ___ showed me the scene and I’m still traumatized”, he says, making your little group laugh.

“Thanks Kook.” 

“I’ll be in the gym if you need me. I gotta work off the calories I ate. Mhm those are good pretzels. Damn”, he says and officially disappears out of sight. 

You release a dreamy sigh.

“He’s so perfect, you guys. I’m so lucky”, you gush. 

“Wah she’s so in love”, Hyejin teases lovingly, making you chuckle.

“I am. It’s getting stronger each day”, you say proudly, sighing adoringly.

[lwtqts]

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[homotronserviceace]

Title: In Every Lifetime

Fandom: Lovely Runner (TV)

Tags: Jealousy, Fluff, Soft Soljae

(note: english is not my first languange and this is purely self-indulgent, so please proceed with caution)

“What? You’re going to Sunjae’s set?” Hyunjoo asks while Sol gathers her stuff from the office table.

“Yeah. We haven’t seen each other lately since his filming started.” Sol whines with a slight pout on her lips. “I already asked Dongseok and he said he’ll have a short break later.” She heaves a sigh. “I miss him so much, Hyunjoo.”

Said woman suppresses the urge to gag. She thinks she may never get accustomed to this version of Sol. She’s always been cute and affectionate, yes, but it’s like meeting Sunjae and dating him unleashed another persona in her that was locked before.

And if the lovesick way she’s acting right now is any indication, Hyunjoo can bet her car that her plan to surprise Sunjae will blow up on her face.

“Are you crazy? You do know he’s starring in a romantic film, right?”

“And?” Sol asks, actually oblivious. She looks at her watch. She has to drive now if she wants to make the most of his break.

Hyunjoo grabs at her arm, trying to stop her. “I know Sunjae loves you very much–he practically has permanent heart eyes for you– but do you really want to see him acting?”

Sol still seems to not get it. “My Sunjae is a very good actor. Why wouldn’t I?”

Hyunjoo sighs. This foolish girl. “Yeah, your Sunjae is indeed a very good actor. And he happens to play the role of a man in love with another woman. I saw the script and it involves a lot of… intimate scenes. Do you really want to see that?”

Sol, much to Hyunjoo’s surprise, lets out a hysterical laugh. “Yah,” She starts, wiping at an eye, “I’m not childish like that! I’m a very cool girlfriend–I know how to separate work from personal life!”

---

Oh, how wrong she was.

As it turns out, Sol is definitely not a very cool girlfriend. No, not even slightly. And she really, really wants to do something childish, right about now, like grab the actress ravishing his boyfriend by the neck and fling her across the room.

Sunjae is sitting on the bed with his partner on his lap. He’s got one hand on her hips and another one spanning her back. She cradles his head, tilting it back to kiss him deeper. A low moan is heard in the room. Sunjae shifts to lay her down on the bed.

It’s only when the director yells a cut! that Sol registers how tightly she’s been holding the strap of her poor bag. She releases the breath she’s been holding. She opens the palm of her other hand, surprised to see red crescent marks from her nails.

She looks up. Sunjae and the actress pull away from each other. Her boyfriend, ever the gentleman, helps her up. She doesn’t hear it, but she’s sure he’s asking her if she’s okay. He’s always been kind like that to his co-stars. Sol wishes he wasn’t.

She knows it’s unreasonable because Sunjae’s just doing his job. She’s never had an issue with it before. She’s seen his films; seen him kiss actresses countless times…

Seeing him in action, though, is an entirely different thing. Jealousy like she never felt before rises in her gut. She wants to smash something.

When the director cues them again, Sol’s not masochistic enough to stay. She turns around and leaves.

You’re right, she texts Hyunjoo when she gets inside her car. This is a bad idea.

What did I tell you, comes her immediate reply. Should I get soju or makgeolli?

I love you, Sol types. Both please.

—

This scene feels oddly familiar, Im Geum thinks, as he watches her younger sister chug soju like apple juice on their rooftop. Her wife sits across from her, looking equally as drunk. She brightens up at the sight of him.

“My gold,” She singsongs, reaching out adorably to him. He sits down beside her. The smell of alcohol assaults his senses, and he gapes at the amount of bottles on the table. Seven?!

“Yah, Hyunjoo!” Sol suddenly screams, startling the couple. “You think you’re safe? Just so you wait, sooner or later your husband will be kissing other women!”

Hyunjoo gasps, palm dramatically slapping over her mouth.

“You’re right! I can’t let that happen!”

“What are you talking about? Why would I kiss other women?”

Sol jabs a finger at his brother, cross-eyed. “When you have a girlfriend-” she hiccups, “-don’t you think you should protect your precious lips? Shouldn’t your girlfriend be the only one allowed to touch you?”

What, Geum rages, did Sunjae cheat on her little sis?

He’s about to ask her when Sol shouts again.

“Yah, Ryu Sunjae!” The finger jabbing at him earlier is now directed at the heavens. “Why did you become an actor and kiss other women?!” She downs another shot, and then mumbles, “Where’s that damn watch? I need to go back again and make sure he doesn’t become a celebrity…”

Relieved, and a little bit confused by the last bit, Geum sighs. Thank goodness. He thought he had to cut ties with his top star brother-in-law.

He gets his phone and texts Sunjae.

—

“Dongseok, did Sol come by earlier?”

Sunjae is sitting on the van, eyes fixed on the image of his girlfriend that Geum sent him. His adorable Sol, red in the face, looking like a cute angry hamster.

You dumbass, the text below the image read, why’d you let Sol watch you film a bed scene?

“Oh? Didn’t you see each other? She called me earlier asking for your schedule, and she said she’ll surprise you...” Dongseok replies, eyes briefly meeting him in the mirror.

“Yah!” Sunjae shouts, horror dawning on him. “You know what I was filming earlier!” At the front, Dongseok’s eyes widen in realization.

Sunjae looks at the photo again, and notices the alarming bottles of soju on the table. He recalls a memory from a lifetime ago– Sol wearing a trash can as a hat, a drunken shout from a rooftop, and a fallen slipper.

He orders Dongseok to drive to Geum’s home.

He’s got an angry and jealous girlfriend to pacify.

—

Sol is out cold when he arrives at the couple’s home, which is a blessing because it made carrying Sol into the van and into his house easier. He deposits her on the bed, propping her up slightly on the headboard so he can fuss over her.

He carefully removes her coat, her shoes, and the pins and bands on her hair. He makes quick work of removing her make-up, knowing first hand how awful it is to sleep with one. He was just about to remove her top to change her into comfortable sleep clothes when her eyes suddenly flashes open.

Flustered, Sunjae drops her top and falls on his ass on the bed.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He stutters out. He grabs the bottle of water by the bedside and hands it over to her. “Drink. You must be thirsty.”

Sol receives the water with complaint, drinking the entire thing without removing her gaze on him. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still looking at him, gaze intent and determined. No, not at him. On his lips, particularly.

She licks her bottom lip, and Sunjae stops breathing. He gulps, suddenly feeling hot. He didn’t expect the night to go like this, given her inebriation, but if she wants…

His not-so-pure-like-oxygen thoughts are halted when she leans over and scrubs at his lips. Furiously, like she’s trying to wipe the entire thing off.

It clicks, and Sunjae lets out a chuckle. Is she literally trying to rub off the evidence of another woman on his lips?

She’s so concentrated at the task that her face forms a charming little frown. God, his girlfriend is adorable when jealous.

“Do you think it’s funny?” Sol pouts at him, and he wants to explode at how utterly cute she looks. Sunjae holds her face in both hands, squishing it into a pout.

“Im PD, weren’t you the one who recommended this script?” He asks, teasingly.

Sol heaves a sigh, then purses her lips, before leaning back on the headboard. Sunjae follows suit and sits beside her, arm pillowing her head.

A few moments pass before Sol speaks again, voice small and whiny. “But did you have to kiss her so passionately?”

He can’t help it– Sunjae laughs. Oh, how the tables turned.

“Do you believe me now, then? I told you, I’m a master of meloromance.”

Sol pinches him on his side, a particularly ticklish location, which makes Sunjae yelp. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll stop laughing now!” He grabs the offending arm, then slides his hand down to intertwine her hand with his. He places his other hand one on top of theirs, covering it completely.

The familiar feeling of joy and contentment washes over him, as it always does, whenever he’s in her presence.

“Sol-ah,” Sunjae starts, tone placating. “Were you really mad?”

Sol shakes her head. “No, not really.”

“Just jealous?”

She nods, although faintly.

“Why?”

“Because…” Sol takes in a large breath, as if preparing for a speech. “When on TV, or in cinemas, when I’m watching you, I’m also watching your character. I get immersed in your role and its world. But watching you on set, however… there is no story. It’s just you and a woman. Kissing.”

Sunjae just keeps looking at her silently while she goes on her tirade, giving her the moment to vent out her frustrations.

“I know it’s stupid. But… I don’t know. She’s so pretty… and tall… like all your on-screen partners were, and watching you two— you just looked so good together. And I know it’s your job but I just—It just dawned on me just how many attractive people you got around you in the daily.”

He’s got a lot to say about this, but he just kept his mum. Something like you are literally a goddess in my eyes and celebrities should be thankful you chose to be behind the cameras.

Sol just kept on, almost stumbling over her words, refusing to meet his eyes. “Ah, I don’t know! And you weren’t supposed to know, anyway! I was gonna get over it myself… stupid Im Geum—”

No longer able to stop himself, Sunjae kisses her. Partly to shut her up, partly because of how pretty she looks all riled up. She was about to speak when he kisses her again, this time a little longer and a little deeper. Her arms come up to his neck while his finds purchase on her waist. When he leans back, her eyes look a bit hazy.

“Sol-ah, I love you.” Sunjae says, looking deep into her eyes.

He takes a deep breath, knowing there’s no turning back once he says it. He swore he wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he guesses she’s bound to know one way or another, anyway. In Hyuk has a big mouth.

“You’re the only woman in my life. The only person. Ever.”

Confusion paints Sol’s face, and then surprise.

“What? What do you mean only?”

“There’s no one, other than you. I never dated anyone.”

Surprise turns into disbelief.

“In this life? But… you never knew me?”

“Not just in this life. In all of them.”

Sunjae sees the weight of his confession dawn on her. Practically sees the excuses firing up in her brain. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. He continues.

“In my first life, when you mistook me for a delivery man? I knew then, the moment you gave me your yellow umbrella and those white candies, that I love you.”

He brings a hand to her face, bracing himself and her, for what he’s about to say. They haven’t really talked about this, no. “And I don’t want you to blame yourself, Sol, okay? But when the articles then said I was depressed, had anxiety and was undergoing medication? It was true. But it wasn’t because of the public, or their perception of me.”

Sunjae’s surprised about how easy the words come to him. Weightless, now that the burden has been lifted. He used to be only able to speak of it in moments of inebriation, with In Hyuk, or in his sessions with a therapist.

Sol, on the other hand, seems to be overwhelmed with emotions. He notices the tell-tale signs of her eyes reddening.

“It’s because of guilt and regret. That I couldn’t save you. That it was because of me that you got hurt–” Sol starts to protest, but he shakes his head. “--I couldn’t forget you. And while that was partly because of guilt, I know it’s also because of a love that could have been.”

Sol’s lips start quivering, and he can see how hard she’s trying to keep her tears at bay. This girl– she’s the one crying for me again.

“When I met you again on that bridge, I was glad that you didn’t remember me. That I at least have been someone who’s given you strength– that tou didn’t remember me as a person who caused you pain. ”

Like a dam overflowing, Sol’s tears fall down her face. Sunjae catches them all with his palms.

“And in another life, just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you more, I find out that you literally jumped through space and time just to save me. It was… I was gone, Sol. And I loved you for fifteen years in a life before that, even when all I had of you was a photograph and the memory of a few months to sustain me. There was just no going back for me, once we crossed paths. You owned me– body and heart and soul.”

She was full on crying now, breaths stuttering with each inhale. Sunjae soldiers on. He’s got a point to get across.

“And in this life, even without memories of you, it’s like all the love I held for you in all my lifetimes accumulated so much that it overflowed in this one. Somehow, I knew in my heart that if it wasn’t you, I would rather be alone. And the moment we met— this will really sound cliche— it felt like I was coming up for air after a long time underwater. My mind sure took a long to catch up, but my heart recognized you.”

Sol reaches up to grip on the hand on her face, holding it tight.

“All of this to say, my dear Sol– I love you. I’m yours— before, now, and forever. You literally cannot get rid of me, no matter how much you try. So,” Sunjae pinches her cheeks, “As much as I enjoy seeing you cutely huffing and puffing like a kitten, I’d much rather it not be because of jealousy. Okay?”

Sol’s face crumple with her tears, but a watery smile graces her lips. Sunjae feels the room brighten with it. Sol nods and whispers a small okay. And the she throws her arms around him, burying her face on his chest, crying some more.

“I love you, Sunjae. You’re the only one for me, too.”

He hugs her tighter. “I love you too, Sol.”

It takes her a bit more to calm down. When she does, she looks up to see his face. She traces the bags under eyes, frowning a bit. “I’m sorry. You should have been resting, but here you are…”

Sunjae smiles at her, booping her nose with his. “You are my rest.”

That must be the wrong thing to say, because Sol burst out crying again.

A memory comes back to Sunjae at that moment, making him chuckle.

“Why are you crying? I didn’t make you cry.” Sunjae asks her, a teasing smile on his lips.

She punches him lightly on the chest. “Yah! You definitely did!”

[minisugakoobies]

*cackles evilly* Um, I mean- *coughs and smiles*

How about Mr. Bahng with (getting pinned against a wall) and ("God, you’re making me so fucking hard right now.")? Because, you know, you were one of the culprits who sent me down delulu land for him? 😒🧃💕

AJ, my beloved, anything for you! I'm still not sorry about the Chan brainrot 😆 and I can't wait to dig into Spin You soon 💕

Title: Keep It Secret Pairing: Chan x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: M(18+) Genre: Smut, Friends to Lovers Warnings: dirty texts, sneaking around, implied sex

(Apologies for any typos, ya girl is buzzed) The thing about sneaking around behind your friends' backs is - you're supposed to keep it secret.

But as you sit at the restaurant table where your group of friends are toasting to Minho's promotion, you're starting to worry that the others are going to know that you and Chan have been fucking.

Mainly because you can't stop looking at the texts he's been sending all night:

Channie: You look so fucking good tonight

Channie: Did you wear that dress just for me?

You bite your lip, thumbs flying over the screen, hoping the others don't see you. Because if they catch you texting, they'll be all up in your business faster than lightning. Your friends are amazing, but they're also the nosiest fuckers you've ever met.

Which is why you and Chan haven't told them about the hookups. The nights spent in each other's beds. The afternoons on your couches, him as deep inside you as he can possibly get. They'd have too many questions, want to know about labels. Neither of you want to deal with that.

So you try to hide it.

You: Yeah, I did. You like?

Casually, you lean forward, reaching for the bottle of wine Felix graciously bought for the table. But really, you're just letting Chan get an eyeful of your cleavage as he covertly gazes at you from the other side of the table. His blond hair falls gently over his brow as he bows his head over his lap, where his phone must rest.

Channie: Fuck dessert

Channie: Gonna eat you up instead

His last text has you shifting in your seat, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any sort of friction. Jeongin, sitting next to you, notices.

"You okay there?" he asks, tilting his head with curiosity.

"I'm fine! Just… been a long week. Ready to get out of here and hit the dance floor." That's the plan for the evening - dinner, drinks, and dancing. But you're hoping to find time to fit something else in.

(Or rather, someone.)

The waiter comes around with everyone's desserts. You scoop up a spoonful of Makgeolli ice cream. Everyone's attention is on Minho as he tells a story. Everyone, that is, except Chan, who watches with naked interest as you close your lips around the cold treat, eyes fluttering shut as the sinful sweetness hits your tongue.

The spoon comes out clean, but a drop dribbles down your bottom lip. When you open your eyes, you stare directly at Chan as you lick the errant drop away. Delicious.

Not even a half second later, your phone buzzes in your hand.

Channie: God, you’re making me so fucking hard right now

You can't wait a second longer. Rising, you smooth down your skirt, letting your fingers brush over your thighs, knowing he's looking.

"I'm just going to use the rest room."

It's probably not the smartest idea, with all of your friends here, to do this now. But two minutes later, when there's a knock and another text -

Channie: Let me in, baby

and as soon as you open the door, he pins you to the wall, you realize that even if they figure it out -

It's worth it.

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12. Chuseok and future plans

(1 year after the death of Mr and Mrs Lee)

On the cool autumn morning, it's the lunar calendar's 8th month, the 15th day dawned with a whisper of anticipation, heralding the joyous celebration of Chuseok. Having arrived at the ancestral home of his grandparents just the day prior, they would be expected to be awake early in the morning to lend a hand with Charye and pay their respects at the family graves afterward, which also includes Raon's parents once they get back to Ulsan.

The day kicks off at the crack of dawn, with Minhyeok and his older brother rising at the ungodly hour of 4:30 AM to pitch in with the cleaning and preparing of fruits and vegetables. He most likely will join in with the cooking once his old man and his grandfather stock up on meat and fish for bulgogi and saengseon, though he remembered that they will also get some makgeolli as offerings.

They sluggishly got to the well-lit and spacious kitchen, prominently featuring a large window that showed the dark sky and the beautiful porch and a cozy patio, nestled amidst a serene outdoor setting that evokes a sense of tranquility. The coldness of the air contrasted with the warm tones of the interior. Looking at the room again, despite being a small component of the modern hanbok, Minhyeok appreciates his grandfather's great design of it when his parents gifted the old couple the house when the man retired from the Marine Corps.

"Good morning you two, Minhyeok are Raon still sleeping?", the gentle voice of his mother pulls him out of his thoughts as he and his brother step down the short stairs to the brown cabinetry over the two working women and they each took baskets of fruits and vegetables from the white countertop to the sink to clean.

His mom and grandmother stopped their chatter and finished cleaning the dishes. With practiced hands, they gather the necessary ingredients from neatly arranged bowls and jars, each item meticulously chosen for its quality and freshness.

Less drowsy than before, he can guarantee to not slur his words to not make a fool out of himself in front of his respected grandmother, especially when he proudly offers his help last night, "Yes, she's still out like a log, but I could try to wake her up. She's a heavy sleeper, but I'm sure she'll be happy to lend a hand once she's up"

With the background noise of the water from the sink, the air begins to fill with the fragrant aroma of rice flour, subtly sweetened by the scent of honey and sesame oil. Minhyeok's grandmother carefully measures out the precise amount of flour, her weathered hands expertly forming a well in the center. Meanwhile, his mother easily cracked open eggs, their yolks vibrant against the pale backdrop of the mixing bowl. With a warm smile when she glanced back at him, his grandmother reassured him.

"Thank you, dear, we're glad to see you all so eager to help out but let the girl rest, she must be tired", her callous hand softly smoothed his ruffled hair as she walked by him to get the kettle, "It warms my heart to have my family gathered together, working side by side on such a special day."

With a gentle touch, his grandmother pours warm water into the well, slowly incorporating the flour until a smooth dough begins to form. His mom and grandmother then begin to work in perfect harmony, their movements synchronized as if they share a secret language known only to them.

While he wanted to protest a bit, he couldn't deny her, he also wouldn't want to disturb Raon's peaceful rest right now, she woke up twice last night in a panic and landed a kick to his rib in her wake, which also effectively wake him up when he falls down from the bed. He had to guide her back to sleep by gently rubbing her head like how her parents used to do so for her when she had trouble sleeping. It was quite a marvel how she went back to sleep within 10 seconds.

His brother also pitched in, "We've got this covered. Let Raon sleep a little longer. Also, here we're done, is there something else you need help with?" his brother puts plates of fresh and cleaned plates of decorated fruits next to baskets of vegetables.

Coincidentally, his old man and grandfather also come down to the kitchen, back from their trip from the store.

"We're back. We got the meats and some makgeolli for later", his old man said as the two men set down their brought goods, took off their coats, and hung them on the wall hanger.

His mom turned to his dad when he walked over to her while she was making the filling - a mixture of sweetened sesame seeds, finely ground chestnuts, and a hint of cinnamon. As his old man lowered his head to her right shoulder and placed his hand on her waist, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, honey, and thank you, Dad, for your help. Minhyeok, could you please start cooking the bulgogi? And Hyunwoo, could you roll the songpyeon dough into small balls once your Halmoni fills the mixture in? I'll take care of making the daegu-hoe", without missing a beat she took the cod and started to prepare the dish after she examined it.

"That's right. Now, why don't you two set up the altar before coming down to help us with the preparations?", his grandmother addressed the two men and they all nodded in agreement before immersing themselves in the work. Raon woke up at 5:30 and joined them, helping his grandmother with the yakgwa, chattering away in the meantime.

It is mostly mundane topics, from health to what they did last week or what happened lately, but the topic then changes to Minhyeok, Raon, and his brother's education and future plans. The subject got an anxious flinch from Raon, which she shrank further when she noticed how everyone in the kitchen noticed it. They ignored it for her sake and focused their attention on Minhyeok and his brother.

"So, Minhyeok, Hyunwoo, how are your studies going?", his grandfather started as he started to make tea with red ginseng his father gifted the couple yesterday.

"Ah, it has been going well, Harabouji", his brother quickly answered to ease the tension, he continued, "I've been thinking about becoming a dentist. And I want to start my career in the United States"

Silence fell upon the kitchen as what his brother said sank into them.

Well,... It was a shocking new, it got him distracted from his cooking too. It is not that he doubts his brother's capabilities, no, the older teen has always been an intellectual, thanks to his teaching that both he and Raon don't need to go to hagwon like their peers. His strong interest in dental hygiene is very obvious in where he wants to be in life, and always makes it a point to take good care of his own teeth while reminding others to do the same. His crush is also in his school. Minhyeok thought his brother would stationed in Korea.

"Oh? That's quite ambitious. Why the United States?", for some reason his old man seemed a bit less collected than usual, he's not the type to be surprised by this, the few times Minhyeok saw him like that was an incident with his mom's stalker. The strain in his eyes was quite out of place while his mother only looked at them in worry. His brother only calmly continued without missing a beat, yet his eyes never met anyone in the room.

"I've been doing some research, and it seems like the best course of action would be to complete my undergraduate studies first. That way, I can focus entirely on my education without any interruptions", his movements while efficient, becoming more and rigid. His dad also seems to notice and relaxed his face and voice.

"And dental school?", short and straightforward as usual when a tense situation like this happened.

"After completing my undergraduate studies, I plan to apply for dental school in the US. I'm confident that with my academic achievements, I can secure scholarships to help cover the costs", he never got these two, they got more relaxed just by the other treating them like colleagues, it's weird.

The scent of the food got his focus back and Minhyeok transferred the cooked bulgogi to a serving platter, the glossy caramelized glaze glistening in the light. He garnishes it with thinly sliced green onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds, adding a final touch of freshness and texture.

While he was doing that, his brother and dad seemed to relax the tension by themselves once his brother reported his detailed plan to defer his military service, from the MMA, MND, to the South Korean Embassy, etc. It's confusing and convoluted, and when Raon and him share a look, their thoughts are understood immediately. Even his mom is looking at them with a now amused smile.

While the others are still focused on his brother and old man, Raon walks over to him, notion for him to lower his head, and whispers, "Hey, Min, what about you?"

"Me?", honestly he expected this question sooner or later but it would be a while before either of his grandparents asked. Raon helped him pick up all the plates of food to the living room table since everything was pretty much done.

"Yeah you, what do you want to do? I mean, you have always been... good at pretty much everything. For me, I think I want to pursue a career in literature"

"That sounds great, Raon. You're good with words. I'm sure you'd excel at it if you put your mind to it"

If she becomes an author, he needs to keep his eyes out for any of her publishing.

Raon smiles giddily, lightness graces her steps, "Thanks, Min. What about you? Have you thought about what you want to do?"

Once they settle all the plating on the table and he thoughts about it. He... honestly doesn't know what to do, he feels too inexperienced to give a satisfactory answer to questions like these.

He likes making friends and he likes spending time with people he loves. He likes sports, he likes arts, he likes cooking and baking, he likes learning new things, he... He doesn't know what he wants to do.

"I have been living quite aimlessly huh..."

Seeing his silence, she awkwardly pats his shoulder, in an attempt to comfort and redirect his attention back from his daze and he looks back at her curiously.

She hesitated for a while and she gripped his shoulder lightly as she tried to find her words, frowning cutely at that. Looking at her face his heart seems to unconsciously untangle itself.

"Seriously, I'm so bad at this...", he waits and he feels some sort of realization forming, "I- whatever path you choose, you- You will be good at it ok?!"

A sudden rise to her voice surprised him and the intensity in her eyes when she looked at him, made his heart do a backflip, his face felt hot all of a sudden.

"A-Also! We- we are still young anyway! We have time to explore our choices. We will support each other during it anyway," the excitement and foreboding gripped his entire body with vice when he saw her blushing embarrassed face.

"Oh"

"You are always there for me so I will be there for you if you don't know what to do", her genuine words left him clinging to them.

"Oh no", this is dangerous, his heart is about to jump out of his throat at this point.

He almost didn't notice Raon raising her hand with her pinky finger to his face, "L-Let's make a pact to always encourage each other to follow our passions, no matter where they may lead us!", her face is furiously red now, it's so lovely, he both want to fold into two and laugh. So he does both.

"Hey! Stop laughing you bastard! I cannot do this heart-to-heart thing so stop making it longer!", she gave him several light-hearted smacks to his back but he saw her growing grin despite her grumpy actions.

"This is ridiculous, yet,...", he looks up at her crouching figure next to him, looking down at him, hiding half of her beautiful face with her arm and the other pinching his left cheek in annoyance.

"I want to be with you and I want to make you happy", a realization never feels easier than this. It feels warmer and nicer compared to the fervor he expected.

He extended his pinky finger and her eyes brightened up and she quickly hooked her pinky with his.

"Every step of the way?"

"Every step of the way"

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End notes:

Chuseok, also known as Korean Thanksgiving, is a major harvest festival celebrated in South Korea. It's a time for families to gather, pay respects to ancestors, and enjoy traditional foods. The holiday fosters gratitude, unity, and cultural heritage among Koreans.

Charye refers to a traditional Korean ritual conducted during important holidays such as Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving) and Seollal (Lunar New Year). During charye, families pay respects to their ancestors by setting up an altar with food offerings and ancestral tablets. The ritual involves bowing, offering food and drinks, and expressing gratitude to ancestors for their blessings and protection. Charye is a significant cultural practice in Korea, emphasizing filial piety, family ties, and honoring ancestors' spirits.

Ulsan is a major industrial city in southeastern South Korea, known for its automotive and shipbuilding industries. It also features natural attractions like beaches and mountains, along with cultural events and festivals.

Songpyeon is a traditional Korean rice cake made during Chuseok, the Korean harvest festival. It's a type of tteok (rice cake) that's typically filled with sweet ingredients like sweetened sesame seeds, sweet red bean paste, or chestnut paste. The rice cakes are shaped into small half-moon shapes and steamed on a bed of pine needles, which impart a fragrant aroma.

Bulgogi is a classic Korean dish featuring thinly sliced beef marinated in a savory-sweet sauce. It's grilled or stir-fried until tender and caramelized, often served with rice and side dishes like lettuce leaves and kimchi.

Saengseon is a Korean term that simply means "fish." It can refer to various types of fish used in Korean cuisine, whether they are cooked, raw, or served in different styles such as grilled, fried, or steamed. In general, "saengseon" denotes the main ingredient of a dish fish.

Makgeolli is a traditional Korean alcoholic beverage made from fermented rice. It has a milky appearance and a slightly sweet and tangy flavor with a low alcohol content. Makgeolli is often enjoyed as a social drink, especially during festive occasions or gatherings with friends and family. It's known for its refreshing taste and smooth texture, and it's sometimes paired with savory snacks or spicy Korean dishes.

Marine Corps: The Republic of Korea Marine Corps (ROKMC) is a specialized branch of the South Korean military responsible for amphibious operations and maritime security. Established in 1949, it works closely with the South Korean Navy and is renowned for its rigorous training and readiness to respond to threats.

Daegu-hoe, also known as Daegu-style raw fish, is a regional specialty of Daegu, South Korea. It typically consists of fresh raw fish thinly sliced and served sashimi-style. The fish used in Daegu-hoe can vary but often includes local varieties such as flounder, sea bream, or rockfish. The slices of raw fish are arranged on a plate and served with various accompaniments such as wasabi, soy sauce, sliced garlic, and chili paste. It's a popular dish among locals and visitors alike, especially in coastal regions where fresh seafood is abundant.

Yakgwa is a traditional Korean sweet pastry made from wheat flour, honey, sesame oil, and ginger juice. The dough is deep-fried until golden brown and then soaked in a syrup made from honey, sugar, and water. Yakgwa is known for its delicate, chewy texture and sweet, aromatic flavor. It's often served as a dessert or snack during special occasions and holidays in Korea, such as weddings, birthdays, and Lunar New Year celebrations.

Hagwon is a Korean term that refers to private, after-school academies or institutions that offer supplementary education to students. These academies provide additional instruction in subjects such as mathematics, English, science, and the Korean language, aiming to supplement the regular curriculum taught in schools. Hagwons are popular in South Korea, where there is significant competition among students to excel academically. Many parents enroll their children in hagwons to help them improve their academic performance and gain an advantage in exams. Hagwons often operate outside of regular school hours, with classes held in the evenings and on weekends.

Military Manpower Administration: The MMA is responsible for overseeing military service matters in South Korea. They handle enlistment, deferments, exemptions, and other related administrative tasks.

Ministry of National Defense: The MND sets policies and regulations related to military service in South Korea. They work closely with the MMA to ensure the effective implementation of these policies.

South Korean Embassy or Consulate: A South Korean Embassy or Consulate is a diplomatic office representing South Korea in foreign countries. It provides consular services, issues visas, and promotes cultural and economic ties between South Korea and the host country.

[snowball-doie]

now that i think about it.. how each of the boys in terms of sweet nicknames and relationship status even

(future aurora after writing this: im biased cuz im picky with pet names.... i find a lot of them cringe.? but i tried to be in the mindset of poly!ilichil to be fair. that being said, if YOU GUYS have ideas on the matter, please feel free to contribute)

receiving names or giving? cuz giving, they got a million and one nicknames for each other (nice and otherwise) lmaoooo.... but receiving is a little tricky.

johnny calls ppl darling (i will fight all 500 of you if you disagree with me, idgaf). he calls ahri princess. he calls doyoung bunny during play-- but he's the one that likes to tease taeyong and doyoung with taeyongie or doyoungie or yongie the most since he's older than both of them and can get away with it. he likes to be called daddy during play..... but while just being sweet, i think "j" and "john" and "oppa" (by ahri) are all favs. baby is a common one too. i dont see him swooning for honey or something like that tbh.

yuta calls ahri baby girl, princess, or any term of endearment in japanese (this all transfers over to reyna when she's born since she's his perfect lil princess who can never do anything wrong). obviously he's the reason everyone knows mark likes to be called a good boy, but you will literally never catch yuta calling him anything but that now-- at least the others have the decency to not do it in certain contexts...... he also hits ahri, jungwoo, and haechan with "brat" very consistently. as for what he likes to be called when being sweet, i think terms of endearment in japanese will have that man falling to his knees IN AN INSTANT!!!!!!!!

taeyong will literally moan if you call him nae sarang. sorry, i dont make the rules. moving on.

doyoung's eyes roll to the back of his head when he's called bunny-- even outside of play. it just scratches the right part of his brain, i think because it's unique to him. he also likes nae sarang, like taeyong. i think a honey or sweetie every once in a while is a good thing for him-- it'll def have him stopping in his tracks before slowly turning to be like "...say it again" lmao

jaehyun likes oppa, daddy, and baby from ahri (duh), and hyung from the younger members. it just feels right. from the older members, just jae is fine. anything tooooo sweet from the boys throws him for a loop.

jungwoo loves the sweetest, cringiest names on earth. sweetie, honey, baby, PUPPYYYYYY, cutie, darling, nae sarang, beautiful, handsome, boo (boo-boo) etc etc. any kind of praise gets that man going, okay. jungwoo's noona kink gets scratched when ahri says "my sweet boy"... you will never see a grown man fall to his knees faster.

mark................ he's also complicated. hyuck can not call him anything but hyung or one of the variations of "mark" that he's thought of over the years (like melt and makgeolli). he doesnt like calling the older boys anything but hyung, im not gonna lie. and he doesnt have a noona kink like some of the other switches/subs, so he just calls ahri really sweet, poetic things like my beloved, sweetheart, darling girl, my beautiful girl, etc. when it comes to what they can call him, obvi good boy wasnt supposed to happen, but it did, and now he's stuck with it.... instead of the north american accent when saying his name, he likes the korean way "ma(r)keu" because the way the boys say it with so much love and excitement in their voices makes him blush.

haechan: hyuck, sweet boy, baby, baby boy, darling boy, brat-- anything that makes him feel younger (esp coming from ahri) will make his brain go brrrrrrrrrrr. ... guys be honest. is it too cringe if he likes "honey bear".... be fr..... cuz i like it......... ofc this man's noona kink is through the roof, so. take a guess what he's calling ahri. as for the rest of the boys, hyung is the common one, but when he's really trying to sweeten them up, he'll hit them with their play titles (like daddy or sir), or he'll just say whatever he knows they like to hear. so nothing universal. it's all based on their preference.

[skzinka]

“ DRUNKEN NIGHT ” ft. the chaotic line

timeline : february, 2022

summary : one, two, three bottles of alcohol, and four, five, six, inka ends up drunk in love on the beach. how the chaotic line will deal with her flirty drunk behavior?

word count : 1.5k>

inka knew she shouldn't have drunk so much, but who could resist some good bottle of makgeolli? obviously, it was not very responsible of her, but as long as she did not bother anyone, everything would be fine.

dancing alone under the moonlight, she was about to dip her feet in the cold water of sydney's beaches, when a familiar voice called out to her.

if changbin found inka drunk on the beach..

« what are you doing here all alone? » pivoting on herself, inka's sparkling eyes fell on the half-covered figure of her comrade : seo changbin. « ohhh, look at you mister, » she said playfully, taking a few steps towards him to place her hands on his biceps, « why are you suddenly so muscular? »

changbin smirked with a chuckle, placing his warm hands on his elder's shoulders, « are you drunk? » — inka played innocent, raising her hands in the air with a big smile, then she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side, « since when are you so hot? »

changbin felt the tips of his ears redden, before he cleared his throat and shook his head negatively, grabbing his friend by the arm, « you are really drunk. let's go back to chan's house. »

« nooo, please. let me enjoy my free time fully, » an irresistible pout played on her lips, as she caressed changbin's cheek with the tip of her index finger, « why don't you stay with me? we can spend some time together... »

inwardly, inka was jubilant. she was satisfied to see the reaction of her friend to her words, and although he knew that she was not serious, changbin felt a certain shyness come over him. « what are you talking about? » he said suddenly, moving away from the girl and avoiding her gaze, « its not good to drink. »

a small laugh escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around him, slipping her frail arms around his body, « come on, it's not for once, » then she put her chin on his shoulder, watching him from the corner of her eye, « don't you want to spend time alone with me? »

« yah, stop doing that, » he said as he walked away for good, causing the girl to laugh out loud, waving goodbye, « goodbye my love, i'll be back soon ! » but changbin shouted at her again, pretending to want to throw her into the sea, swinging the girl's body over his firm shoulders, « you are unbearable ! »

« wow.. what incredible strength.. » she said as she observed and touched the bulging muscles of her friend, « so sexy.. » — a remark that almost made changbin lose his balance, causing the young girl to laugh even more, letting herself be taken back to the house in without flinching. but changbin ends up gently smacking her thigh and laughing, « will you ever shut up? » to which she replied that probably not, unfortunately for him.

if hyunjin found inka drunk on the beach..

« what are you doing? » — inka, lying in the sand, slowly sat up, observing the figure in front of her, hyunjin's blond hair was floating in the wind, which gave her an idea, « you've always been this handsome? »

hyunjin rolled his eyes as he approached her, settling down beside her while sipping his soda. « how much did you drink? » the girl shrugged, rising to her full height and sitting back down, her shoulder brushing the boy's, « i don't know. i stopped counting at five. »

« ah you really.. » sighed hyunjin who suddenly leaned on his arms, looking ahead of him before daring to lay his eyes on the figure of his elder, « you are not cold? »

« just a little.. » she answered in a whisper, snuggling up to the boy. hyunjin did not move an eyelash, watching her act silently : he knew very well how she was when she's drunk. so, of course, he expected her to raise her face to him, far too close for it to be correct, but he remained silent.

« i'm not cold. » she said by sliding her arms around hyunjin's waist, the latter replied an almost inaudible “i know”. then inka innocently caressed the young boy's back, letting her doe eyes get lost in hyunjin's brown pupils. hyunjin could notice the twinkling of the stars in her orbs, the latter slightly glassy due to the alcohol.

« you shouldn't drink so much. » he advised while inka continued her little game, trying by all means to make him blush and panic, but in vain. a pout drew on her lips as she straightened up completely this time, placing her hands on the boy's shoulders, « and why? »

« you flirt with everyone, » he chuckled, getting into her little game by bringing his face a little closer to hers, « even me. » and that's when inka knew she had a chance to win the battle.

moving her gaze to hyunjin's lips, while sliding one of her cold hands into the back of his neck, she quickly returns to his eyes, speaking in the most serious manner, « and what if it's serious when it's with you? » her honeyed voice unsettled hyunjin, who suddenly frowned, observing the girl's features carefully, looking for the slightest trace of mockery.

but she was dead serious.

or so he thought.

falling against hyunjin while laughing, right after she saw a red tinge appear on his cheekbones, a sigh of relief left the boy's lips as he dropped into the sand. « i win, » she said, raising her arms in the air in victory, « you fell for it ! »

« your so serious look made me nauseous, » he laughed, not really imagining the two friends becoming more than that, then he drew inka into his arms, tickling her ribs without restraint, « don't you dare do that again ! »

inka laughed out loud, trying so hard to get out of the grip hyunjin had on her, as she shouted happily into his ears, « don't worry ! i would do worse than that next time ! » — causing the youngest to tickle her more.

if jisung found inka drunk on the beach..

« ohhh.. look what we have here. » a familiar voice caught inka's attention, who was too busy finishing her bottle to pay attention to the footsteps approaching her, « you're drunk, right? »

inka pretended to think as she waited patiently for jisung to be near her. then finally she nodded negatively, miming a small amount between her index finger and her thumb, « maybe a little. »

a laugh escaped from jisung's lips as he sat down beside her, pulling her into the sand with him, « you should not drink alone, and not here. »

but inka shrugged, resting her chin against her friend's shoulder, watching him with her two big doe eyes, « but i'm not alone, you are here with me. » her voice was warmer and softer than expected, causing a shiver to run down his spine, before he dared to lay his pupils on the face reddened by alcohol of his elder.

inwardly, inka tried to hold back her laughter at the sight of his blushing cheekbones, clearly showing an incipient shyness into the boy. jisung suddenly cleared his throat, turning his head to look at the horizon and the calm waves of the sea, « yea sure. i'm here now. »

but inka didn't want to stop bothering him right now. then she ran her fingers over the boy's forearm, locking herself against him, « oh? you don't seem so happy to spend time alone with me... »

« yah, » he said, pulling her away from him slightly, clearly feeling the blush on his face increase, « it's hot, don't stick to me. » inka laughed lightly as she settled into the sand, staring at the younger boy's back for a few seconds, before tracing invisible shapes on his warm skin, « it's hot because you're here. »

« yah, noona, what are you saying? » inka did not answer and just observed him silently, waiting for him to turn around on his own — which he did. then she straightened up slowly, sliding her fingers against the cheek of the main person concerned, « i only tell the facts. »

this whisper caused jisung to panic and seem to be at a loss for words, his eyes were fixed in the serious ones of the young girl, who finally bursts out laughing and falls backwards. « oh you should see your face.. » she said, laughing even more, while jisung stood up furiously.

« you little.. » inka made big eyes at him, which cut the youngest in the middle of his sentence, so he decided to take his revenge and grabbed the girl's leg, dragging her across the sand to the sea. but inka grabbed his leg and made him fall with her into the cold water.

« i was serious, you're hot ! » another laugh escaped their mouths as jisung rushed to splash her friend, ending up both playing in the water, « shut up ! »

✧⠁taglist : @invuwrld @writerblock-sucks @mynameisnotlaura @alyszaen @felixsbrat

[jhsbrokeslave]

Partners in crime | 2yeon THS Au

Genre: fluff

When Jeongyeon first transfered to THS Nayeon was skeptical, she looked uptight, she even thought she was a teacher!

But turns out she's even more troublesome than she is.

"Yah Yoo Jeongyeon! Why aren't you cleaning?" Jihyo yelled from the teachers desk.

"Sorry~" Jeong couldn't give two shits.

"Yah she's not even cleaning" Sana quietly complained.

...

She and Jeongyeon became fast friends or enemies, depending on their mood that day.

They'd be the bestest friends or the worst enemy of each other.

Although they share the love for breaking the rules.

But it wasn't until social studies when Nayeon thought differently of Jeongyeon.

They were again having another debate, and as per usual it was total chaos, their teacher Ms. Dubu is once again contemplating when to hand in her resignation.

"Student Nayeon! How dare you say that to your teacher?"

"I was joking~"

Ms. Dubu sighed dramatically, "Go to the back of the classroom and put your hands over your head as punishment."

"I don't want to." Nayeon being Nayeon decided to act cute and whined.

"Get out!" Ms. Dubu yelled slightly tired of this class.

"I'll go on behalf of her!" With no hesitation at all, Jeongyeon raised her hand.

"Oohh"

"Yes!" Nayeon agreed.

"Ah is that so? You have a good attitude!"

Jeongyeon sheepishly smiled, "Thank you teacher!"

"Then you can both do it." Ms. Dubu smiled.

Both Nayeon and Jeongyeon's smile fell.

...

"How much longer do you think?"

"Dunno." Nayeon shrugged feeling her arms cramp.

"Student Nayeon?! Put your hands back up!" Ms. Dubu scolded before resuming her discussion.

Nayeon sighed and did as told.

"Let's get some makgeolli after school!" Next to her Jeongyeon said.

"Okay."

Looking up at Jeongyeon Nayeon thought, 'I'll never let this girl leave my side.'

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Still giggling over this like a school girl (the peach makgeolli I forgot I downed last night surely didn’t help……😭). Gina just has all the range!

I wonder if Hal Sin would offer discounts, though? 👀

Plumber’s Crack(fic) / Leaky Pipes

I wrote this for an April Fool’s challenge. You can all thank @vixstarria for influencing me and for this monstrosity coming from that one single tag. AO3 link here.

This is written to be intentionally bad smut. Proceed if you want psychic damage.

Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav

Summary: In a Modern AU, Tav is looking for an expert escort roleplay experience. She gets far more than she expected.

Astarion sighs as he pulls up to a small, ranch style-house with a bunch of flamingo— no, goose… what the fuck?— garden ornaments. He glances at the number over the garage – 401 Pink Clam Street; yes, this is the right address. He pulls down the visor and watches himself in the mirror as he attaches the stupid fucking fake mustache he has to wear on these house calls. Mr. Szarr said no one trusts a plumber without facial hair… what the hell is he on, anyway?

He cannot wait until he is able to quit. This was supposed to be a temporary gig. But now it’s been years, he’s still stuck in this seemingly dead-end job, and truly, everything about it makes his skin crawl. Toilets, clumps of hair in the sink, sticking himself in small, confined spaces… gods, it’s all horrible. He sighs and climbs out of the work van. Time to just… get it over with.

*

When Tav hears the knock on the door, her eyebrows crinkle. She glances at the clock atop her vanity. It’s eleven in the morning – they’re two hours early. Well, perhaps they’re really in character… don’t plumbers normally come at any other time besides the time they actually say they will? She asked for realistic roleplay this time, unlike what she got from the last crap escort she hired. She’s getting what she’s paying for, at least.

She opens the door and is shocked to see a ridiculously handsome man standing at the entryway. She knew escorts were attractive but– well, she hadn’t exactly expected a greek god in a plumber’s uniform. Turns out, she’s definitely getting what she’s paying for this time around.

“Are you Ms. Tav…” Astarion pauses as he stares down at the word on the clipboard. He lifts an eyebrow. No, that can’t be right.

“Pusey? Yes, that’s me.”

“Can you spell that for me, ma’am?”

Tav blinks. This guy is… really taking the part seriously. “P-U-S-E-Y.”

Astarion nods as he stares down at the form in his hand. Mr. Szarr spelled it wrong on the form, of course. He’s going to have to fix it before she fills out the bottom half at the end. He glances back up to acknowledge the woman; she looks like she’s about to go pose for Playboy at any moment. She’s gorgeous, he has to admit. “I’m Astarion, the plumber. I’m told you need some assistance with your rim holes?”

Tav giggles. It’s time for her to play along. She puts on her best sultry face as she says, “Oh, yes. My rim holes are… definitely in need of your expertise. Please come inside.”

Astarion steps into the house. It’s small, but well-kept and well-decorated. It seems as if she lives entirely alone. “Where is your bathroom, ma’am?”

“I’ll show you,” Tav responds as she begins to head down the hallway. “I apologize, it’s very, very dirty.”

They walk into the bathroom and Astarion looks around. It isn’t dirty at all. Was she making a joke? He puts down his tools, opens the toilet lid, and begins to examine the commode.

“Is it true that… plumbers are good at laying pipe?”

Astarion glances up at the woman. She’s leaning against the doorframe, the picture of seduction. Her silk robe is slipping off her frame; she’s wearing a thin nightie underneath. She really does look like a Playboy centerfold. He swallows. “Yes, ma’am… it’s definitely an important part of the job. Perhaps the most important part. No one wants a plumber that can’t lay pipe.”

“Are you good at laying pipe, Astarion?”

He swallows again and stands. This was… not usually how these things went. “I would consider myself an expert, yes.”

“Then why don’t you show me how good you are at it?”

She’s got him by the coverall strap before he can protest, and her lips crash into his with reckless abandon. She smells wonderful, she’s gorgeous, and she seems to be very into him so it does not take long for Astarion to reciprocate. They’re caught in an embrace in the middle of the bathroom.

Tav breaks the kiss, and when she pulls away, she cannot help but giggle. Astarion’s fake mustache is dangling half off his face.

“Fuck this,” Astarion growls, and he rips the mustache off before eagerly wrapping his hands around the woman. He lifts her onto the bathroom counter and begins hiking up her nightie; he notices she isn’t wearing anything underneath. She’s unclipping his coveralls; they drop down around his ankles.

“Snake my leaky drain, Astarion,” Tav demands, her hands coming to pull his cock from his tighty whities.

He’s honestly surprised by her forwardness. But he does as she asks and quickly sinks himself inside her. He doesn’t last particularly long; he’s a bit embarrassed, but it’s not like he’s ever going to see this woman again. He isn’t so inconsiderate as to leave her without finishing, of course… it just… takes a while. A long while. His hand starts to cramp toward the end.

When the two of them are finished, Astarion runs a hand through his hair and looks around the bathroom. Tav is still on the counter, her hair a mess of tangled curls; one of her fake lashes is falling off. Well… at least they were both wearing fake body hair.

He glances at his wrist watch. Shit– he needs to complete the job and get out of here; he has another assignment later this afternoon. He coughs and tries his best to return to his professional role. “If you… give me a couple minutes to finish up here, I’ll be out of your way, ma’am.”

“Oh… of course.” Tav says and she slips from the counter and tugs her nightgown back down. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be out there with your payment when you’re ready.”

After a couple minutes, Astarion exits the restroom. It took him a bit longer than usual because he had to fill out a new form with the proper spelling of the client’s name. Tav is waiting for him in the kitchen with a smile. “I need a signature from you here, Ms. Pusey.”

Tav obliges and signs the piece of paper. Then she pulls out her wallet. “How much?”

“Five hundred.” Astarion murmurs as he tears off her receipt and hands it to her.

She nods and pulls out six bills. “There’s an extra hundred, for you, of course.”

“Oh. Thank you, ma’am.”

She pulls him into another kiss. “You’re one of the best plumbers I’ve had so far. I might be… contacting your company for your services again sometime.”

Astarion smiles and nods. He sticks the cash in his pocket. He’s not quite sure if he actually wants to be contacted by her or not after this… somewhat embarrassing situation, but he appreciates the sentiment all the same. “I’ll be on my way.”

Tav walks him to the front door. Then she quickly hops in the shower to clean off the evidence of their tryst. When she returns to the kitchen, she sees a text from her landlord.

Ms. Pusey, I forgot to mention this earlier. A plumber should be by this morning, around 11:00 to fix an issue with your toilet we noticed on our biannual walkthrough. His name is Astarion. Please pay him for his services; we will reimburse you once you provide the receipt. Apologies for any inconvenience.

She blinks at the text message. Wait a second…

The doorbell rings. She leaves her phone on the counter. She rips open the front door to reveal… a large, muscular man, dressed in a plumber's uniform.

The man roams his eyes over Tav and smirks mischievously before leaning his arm against the doorframe and staring down at her. His voice is low and suggestive as he speaks. “Hello, Ms. Pusey. My name is Hal Sin. I’m told you have some leaky pipes in need of immediate attention?”

[whumpetywhump]

Makgeolli Girls (2015)

I really like the trope where one person lies on top of the other in order to protect them from something. In this case, a serious beatdown. 

[twice-inamillion]

While the girls are all practicing for their upcoming concert and you are there monitoring them and some of them keep making mistakes so their choreographer decided to end the session for the day since it's almost dinner time anyways. After a few minutes of rest, Sana said "Should we all go out and eat somewhere? I'm hungry" since they are all hungry because of the nonstop practice which drained their energy Jihyo asked if they can eat outside, and you being their manager said yes since you were also hungry. Then all of the girls including you went for a team dinner at a BBQ place that is near Jihyo's parents'house so afterwards you can pick up the kids and go back home. When all of you got to the restaurant you asked the front if they had a seat for 10 people and so they led you to your seats in a private room for the 10 of you. Jeongyeon ordered Eonyang Bulgogi (언양불고기), Samgyupsal (삼겹살), Chicken Ribs (닥 갈비) and some Green Onion Pancake with Seafood (해물파천). While Jeongyeon is ordering food, Jihyo asked if she can get some beers as well, then ended up with Jihyo, Jeongyeon, Nayeon, Momo, Sana and Chaeyoung ordering all beer as their drink, while Mina and Dahyun and you ordered some Cola and Tzuyu asked if they had Makgeolli and when they said yes, the waiter said they had different level of how strong it is. "Uhm can I get the strongest level then?" Tzuyu said to the waiter. Everyone cheered Tzuyu and acknowledged that their Maknae is really an adult now. "Oooh Our Maknae is really grown up now huh?" Nayeon said while hitting her in the shoulders which made her blush and embarrassed so she covered her face with her hands while the girls cheered her. "Alright alright that's enough, let's eat I'm hungry" Said Momo while still smiling after teasing tzuyu. And so you all eat quietly because all of you are too focused on eating and not talking. While you were eating though Jihyo hit you on your shoulder while acting cute and asked you to feed her some Eonyang Bulgogi which made you smile so you picked some up and fed her. Which made Dahyun, Mina, Nayeon and Sana jealous and they all asked you to feed them too, which you forgot that you were in a relationship with almost all of them and since you wanted them to be happy and not jealous you decided to do the same to them and while feeding Mina she yelped because she burnt her tongue which caused you to reach for the glass of water Infront of you and when you reached for it, you and Jeongyeon touched each others hand because she were also reaching for the glass to give to mina and both of you looked at each other which she quickly break the contact and Jeongyeon quickly retreated her hand off yours and said "so-sorry, you-you give it to her" while trying to look away from you. You then grabbed the water and gave it to mina. "Thank you hon" said Mina, and you gave her a smile as a reply.

"Sorry I didn't mean it" you said to Jeongyeon beside you, which she said is fine while still trying to look away from you. When Jeongyeon looked the other way she saw Tzuyu drinking the Makgeolli which made her think of your cum from when she saw you and Dahyun going at it, first during her pregnancy and the other when you were having a good time at the garage which made her blush. While drinking tzuyu caught Jeongyeon looking at her at the corner of her eye and looked over. "Jeong-Jeongyeon Unnie are you okay? Your face is reddish." Which she said "huh? Ahh! Yea I drinked quite a few so my face is reddish" while forcing a laugh to not get any suspicion and clearing her throat. Then afterwards she got hot so she excused herself to the bathroom. "Sorry I'm gonna go to the restroom, excuse me." While talking to you and still not looking at you. "Su-sure take your time" you said.

When she went to the restroom, she locked the door and went straight to wash her face because her face is still red from thinking about your cum and your cock inside Dahyun. She keep on imagining her in that position instead of Dahyun, that thought kept her blushing and now starting to get wet from the thought of it.

After a few minutes she still hasn't left the bathroom which made the other girls worry if she's alright. So Jihyo asked Momo who's busy stuffing her mouth with food to go to Jeongyeon and ask if she's okay. With a mouth full of food she said "okay, let me drink first".

When she went to the bathroom door she knocked to see if Jeongyeon is fine. *Knock knock* "Unnie are you ok? You've been there for like 10 minutes, are you ok?" Momo says while knocking at the bathroom door. So Jeongyeon opened the door and said "yea I'm fine, I just had to dry my shirt because it got wet when I washed my face. So they both went back to their seat Jeongyeon feeling a little better from earlier. Little did everyone know the reason she was inside the restroom for 10+ minutes was because she couldn't resist the urge to finger herself from the thought of you inside her which caused her to moan loudly a few times before she tried to stifle her moans because she realised she's still out in the public fingering herself and when she was close to the sweet release, Momo came knocking on the door to the restroom she was in, which made her snap back to reality and stop even she was a few seconds away from cumming because she panicked she might get caught. So when she went back to her seat, she was hungry but not for the food but with something else much more delicious.

Add more, remove some or whatever, I just tried to write something connected to your storyline and it's my first time writing so yea, there

Thank you for the suggestion. I took notes on it for sure.

[storiesfromthefarm]

STORIES FROM THE FARM ✿ chapter 2

╰a Poly!SVT kpop au

╰ feat. SVT, original female character

╰ mentions of zombie apocalypse, mention of character death, girls don’t like boys girls like farms and old men, ari could be considered tsundere idrk she just got attitude 

╰ index:              - Haraboji: 할아버지, trans. grandfather              - Halbi: 할비, trans. nickname, short for 할아버지              - Gongjunim: 공주님, trans. princess              - makgeolli: 막걸리, trans. a Korean sparkling rice wine drink. sometimes referred to as a farmer’s drink, popular among the rural working-class

Ari looked around, eyes widening.

“I didn’t,” she huffed, grabbing the glass and taking a quick sip. “I poured it for me.”

“Aigoo, Gongjunim, your memory’s getting worse and worse. Next time we get supplies, you need to look for you some brain supplements.”

Ari rolled her eyes, shuffling them off to the side as she kept the glass raised to her lips, swallowing through a frown.

Seokmin cleared his throat quietly. “Haraboji, how is it that you all have running water here?”

“We have a well, young man. Gongjunim also built us a water tower on the other side of the farm; it used to supply all the houses we elders lived in and helps water the crops, too. Catches the rainwater and filters it real fancy like. Gongjunim wanted the farm to be as self-sufficient as possible in case of emergencies.”

“That’s convenient,” Chan blinked.

Ari’s face soured. “I did it because one time they had a power outage and lost an entire vertical farm full of strawberries, not because I was expecting the zombie apocalypse.”

“Still works in our favor, though, doesn’t it?” Halbi grinned. He drained his bowl with a deep sigh. “Ah, that’s good makgeolli. Pour us another, Gongjunim.” Ari refilled the bowl easily. “Why don’t we move to the table?” Halbi stood, and Ari’s mouth twisted. She glanced over at the members distastefully.

“Can’t they…clean up first?”

“Don’t be rude!” Halbi barked. “You remember what I said!”

“Actually,” Joshua stepped forward, “if we could clean up, we’d really appreciate it.”

They all nodded in agreement, and Halbi sighed. “Well, if you want to clean up first. There’s six showers, Gongjunim’ll show ya’.”

“Five,” Ari whispered, eyeing Halbi desperately. “There are five showers.”

Halbi sighed irritably. “There are six showers, and whichever of you is the cleanest can use hers.”

Ari’s mouth pursed, and the members could tell that she wasn’t happy with the compromise, but she didn’t push it further. “Fine. Follow me.”

She put her glass back on the island (perhaps a bit too loudly) and moved out of the kitchen, the members following quietly. Near the entryway was a small bathroom. All of the fixtures in the house were modern, set in black and white marbles with silver fixtures. The glass shower doors were clean and clear, and Ari knelt down to pull a small basket out of the cabinet. “Shampoo, conditioner, body wash. Rags and towels are in the other side.” She pointed as she placed the basket full of toiletries on the counter.

“Wait,” Seungkwan said slowly, as if the realization just struck him, “you have running water! So you mean we get to take actual showers?”

Mingyu groaned. “It’s been so long since we’ve had an actual shower.”

Ari blinked, her mouth twisting. “Gross,” she said simply.

“No, I mean - we had wipes. We cleaned,” Mingyu insisted. “But the water stopped working pretty soon after, so we couldn’t have actual showers.”

Ari looked as if she didn’t care for the explanation. She sighed. “One of you just use the bathroom. The other is down the hall. Leave your clothes on the floor. We have some extra you can wear for now. I’ll pull them out and someone who’s not showering can bring them in to you.”

She shuffled through the group of bodies, moving along the hallway.

“Dibs!” Mingyu muttered, sliding in.

“Yah, yah, yah, shouldn’t we decide who’s going first?” Chan whined.

“I am not waiting around for you all to play rock, paper, scissors!” Ari called from down the hall. “Get over here!”  

The members moved quickly down the hall. “Is there anyone who’s willing to wait?”

“I don’t mind waiting,” Vernon piped up, raising his hand slightly.

“I’ll wait, too,” Seungcheol sighed.

They made their way into a large empty room. It had the look of a finished basement, and Ari was standing toward the back, gesturing to a small built in bathroom. “I volunteer not to wait,” Jihoon raised his hand. “I’ve got mud caked in my ear.”

The members nodded. They’d let Jihoon have this one. “Same deal,” Ari said as Jihoon walked by. “Basket and towels in the cabinet, clothes on the floor.” She moved away before he’d even shut the door. “The others are upstairs.”

“Your house is beautiful,” Joshua struck up suddenly as they moved along, trailing up the stairs to the second floor. “Did you design it yourself?”

Ari glanced at him curiously, shrugging. “I hired an architect. I knew exactly what I wanted in the house, he designed a blueprint that made it happen.”

“And the tower?” he smiled.

“Halbi has always called me Gongjunim. When he told me I could build a house here, he said I should build myself a castle. All good castles have a tower.”

“You’re not from Korea, right? Did you come here just to invest? Why did you pick the farm?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions for a house guest. Here are the other showers.” She gestured to the hallway, where three doors lined her left. “Three of you can use those rooms, one of you follow me…this way.” Her frowned deepened as she turned right and opened the remaining door, disappearing into the room.

“I’ll go,” Joshua said quietly. He followed her silently into the room and immediately understood her hesitation to let them use it.

This was Ari’s room. He could tell by the decoration: the gentle pastels that matched the dress she wore, the large dolls placed neatly on top of the bed. Everything was clean, almost pristinely so. He took care not to so much as brush up against the wall as he followed her to her bathroom. It was decorated in blues and smelled strongly of the diffuser that was placed on top of the counter.

Ari pulled out a towel, laying it atop the counter. “Everything is in the shower. Please don’t…make a mess. As much as you can.” She swept passed him, ready to leave, but before she could, Joshua turned around quickly.

“Wait!”

She stopped, looking back with a frown. “What?”

Joshua paused for a moment. “Sorry, I just wanted to ask.” How should he bring it up? He just wanted to know. “About earlier, the water. Do you, I mean - do you know us? Did you know that we are, we’re supposed to be…thirteen?”

She stared at him for a long moment before turning back away. Her voice was thick as she responded. “You should hurry. The others are waiting.”

She didn’t answer him, but the way she fisted the hem of her dress in her hands, Joshua thought, was answer enough.

- - -

“What size does everyone wear?” she asked the remaining members. They had moved into one of the mini masters upstairs, the sound of the shower only feet away. She pulled the closet open, revealing a full wardrobe of simple, clean clothes.

“Whoa,” Vernon said. “Where did you get all of these?”

“Around. We kept spares for the farm hands. What sizes?”

As they called out sizes, Ari picked the clothes off racks. They were all plain white shirts, and a simple pair of jeans. “They might not be perfect since some of you are so tall,” she muttered, throwing the clothing over her arms. “Underwear?” she asked simply, pulling open a drawer.

“Uhh,” Seungkwan cough awkwardly.

“I can pick them out, if that’s all right?” Seungcheol offered gently, hoping she’d get the hint.

“Your hands are dirty,” she returned easily. “Size?”

When he hesitated, Ari sighed. “I’m a grown woman and I own the damn clothes. I can handle touching men’s underwear. What size does everyone need?”

After what felt like an incredibly awkward exchange on their parts, the remaining members followed Ari through the house to deliver the clothes. She handed them off just before entering and let the members place them in the bathroom as the others showered. The remaining clothes, she held onto, placing them on the sofa as they made their way back into the main living area.

“Stay here,” she said, leaving quickly and returning with six large towels, which she placed atop the sofa cushions. Once she was finished, she gestured for them to sit, and they did so without speaking.

“Where did Haraboji go?” Jun asked softly after a moment.

“Probably back out. He was organizing the cold storage today to get ready for harvest soon.” Ari moved away into the kitchen across the way, rummaging around the cabinets.

“Allergies?” she called out.

“Ah, just peanuts,” Vernon responded.

Seungkwan raised his hand slightly, smiling. “I am mentally allergic to tomatoes.”

When Ari didn’t even crack a smile at his attempt of a joke, he lowered his hand, glancing at Chan with a grimace.

Ari didn’t talk to them again. She went about her business in the kitchen. It seemed to Seungcheol like she was pointedly trying to ignore them as she started cooking. He was surprised to see how much she pulled out of the refrigerator. A number of vegetables, small crocks which he assumed held something like red pepper or soybean paste, and was that tofu?

“It’s amazing that they’ve been able to live like this the entire time,” Seokmin whispered softly.

“Yah, does she have eggs?” Chan asked quietly, not taking his eyes off the kitchen.

“Maybe they have chickens somewhere?” Jun said, eyes wide.

They talked in whispers until the other members began to make their way into the living area, freshly washed as they shook towels through their hair.

“Ahh!” Mingyu hung the towel around his neck. “Someone can go next! The water’s so warm; it’s the best!”

“Me!” Seokmin shot up, patting Mingyu on the shoulder as he passed.

As the members came and went, exchanging places from shower to sofa, Ari buried herself in her own thoughts. What was Halbi thinking, bringing this many people into the house? And for it to be them of all people! Still, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat happy. Seventeen members had really stuck together through it all, they had survived this long. Well, most of them, anyway. Her hand slowed to a stop, holding the spoon aloft as it sat in the sifter. The soybean paste dissolved slowly as she stared at it, the water just beginning to boil.

What had happened to Wonwoo?

But she knew better than to ask. If he wasn’t here, it probably wasn’t a story the members wanted to tell. But did that mean others had survived? Realistically, she knew it would be stupid to believe that more of her favorite groups might be out there, navigating the new world together, but she had always wondered. Every zombie she saw close enough was a stranger; she’d never seen any of her favorite idols after they’d turned (for which she was actually very thankful). Still, for Seventeen members to not only be alive, but together after all this time was nothing short of another miracle. How had she never seen them before? She knew Seoul was big, but for such a large group of survivors to have been right there under her nose the entire time…

“Can I help you?”

Ari shook herself out of her thoughts, sifting the soybean paste aggressively. “No. Go sit.”

“Are you sure?” Mingyu asked softly. “Several members are good cooks. We don’t want to cause you too much extra work.”

He was far too much, far too close. He cleaned up nicely, but that was no surprise. Ari knew that all the members were attractive, but she still didn’t like the way her heart skipped a beat when he smiled at her, leaned on her counter like he lived here all this time. She tightened her grip on the spoon. “I’m fine. Go sit.”

She turned away and Mingyu lingered for a moment before leaving with a soft, “If you’re sure.”

They’re leaving in a few days, she reminded herself. Just put up with it for a few days.  

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[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

I'm more of a makgeolli kinda girl but it would be an honour. I'll bring some blankets and marshmallows, too. Just like refined people do.

Let's post some poetry later tonight, shall we?

[sweetestlamb]

Mostrami Amore.

Summary: Cha-young tries to move on from a certain mafia boss. 

Author’s Note: Thank for to everyone who sent in prompts for Chayenzo, it resulted in this mess. I don’t have much to say, I considered making this into a multi- chaptered story but honestly I don’t have time for another ongoing story so if this seems rushed it was a little, I wrote it in one go today. Hope you enjoy this, I stuck in some of my favorite crack ship because I am weak and obsessed. Happy reading! 

p.s takes place after final episode but han seo lives because this is my world and I get to play God. 

Another postcard.

Their delivery becomes sporadic and she’s embarrassed at the giddiness that washes over her each time a new square is sent miles across a wide stretch of ocean, the view on the card most likely lackluster in comparison to the true rendering of Malta. She has spent many hours on her laptop searching for images of the small paradisiac island, yearning to see what he sees and feel just a tad bit closer to him. Most of her life has been spent in solitude with only her work acquaintances filling the void at times, so she expected herself to be more equipped to deal with his disappearance and subsequent absence. But nothing prepares her for those moments at the coffee shop, when she finds herself smiling across a table only to realize there is no miniature espresso cup in the hand of a very dangerous Italian Korean mafia member grinning back at her. 

The smile melts off her face and she swallows the bitter cool sludge in her cup, the beverage tasting exactly as he had described it without him there. 

Nights are the hardest, loneliness coils around her like a snake. 

There was never any other fate for them, she knew that when Vincenzo murdered all their enemies this was their only real outcome. He would always be a fugitive on the run and she an accomplice if he were captured and questioned, it was in both of their best interests if he vanished from the face of the planet. But knowing that does nothing to qualm the ever present feeling of isolation that clings to her skin as she sits alone on her couch, downing makgeolli at a vicious pace. Trying to wash his taste from her mouth, that kiss on loop in her mind and the phantom grip of his hand on her neck. 

It’s those treacherous nights without the plaza members that have become a second family to her and Han Seo following her like the lost puppy he is calling her “Noona” so freely and frequently until she forgets her own name, that she allows herself to feel exactly what she’s feelings. 

Heartbroken. 

Desperate. 

Lonely. 

Rage. 

The last one she hides like a dirty secret in the closet of her heart, she knew what she was signing up for. She has no legitimate reason to be angry, or so she tries to reason with herself. But. This was the same man who had bypassed the security of one of the richest men in Korea and ultimately killed him without leaving a trace. She had watched him do despicable things, blackmailing, threatening, seducing, and murdering others as he saw fit and yet, he hadn’t used any of those dastardly ways to see her. That chance meeting at the art gallery had been the last she had seen of him, Then a few weeks later another postcard with the same message she had boldly uttered at the airport, it feels insufficient after having him in her arms again. She knew in that moment that they would never be enough again. She hadn’t even argued when Mr. Nam claimed he would leave this one on his table instead, she merely nodded and walked away to peruse the new sexual assault case she has taken recently. 

It gets harder and harder to hear Han Seo regaling the wonders of his “hyung”,  her anger boiling deep below the surface like magma waiting to explode and transform into something tangible and destructive. 

“He told me that he has a room for me too. I wonder when he’ll let us visit.” 

She nods absently, staring out the window at the sunlight twinkling in through the blinds but then his words register and the gears in her head churn before running the sentence back through to carefully process them. 

“He---what? You spoke to Vincenzo?” 

The human puppy pouts his lips before tilting his head and dealing a hard blow to her ego and her heart, “Yeah, he sends me letters. I got so scared the first time! He said the letter would self-destruct after I read it and I really thought that was true and I dived across the room to escape but I bumped my head on the table and then...” 

He sent Han Seo letters.  

She had received the same fucking postcard for months on end with the same message she had said to him, and he had time to write Han Seo letters. He hadn’t sent her even one in the time he had been gone. 

“That fucking bastard!”  She explodes interrupting Han Seo’s recount of his near death experience and he looks wide- eyed and taken back by her outburst, she almost soothes him before another wave of anger rushes through her veins. She had accepted the bare minimum because she thought this was all he could give her but it seemed she was being too naïve. He was Vincenzo Cassano after all, he could make anything happen. She had seen it with her own two eyes. If he wasn’t reaching out to her maybe that was a message and she was too blind to see it. 

“Noona? Are you okay?” Han Seo looks absolutely terrified, eyes huge and quivering. She doesn’t bother answering, grabbing her cup of lukewarm coffee and stomping out of the office ignoring Mr. Nam’s calls behind her. She’s tired of being an idiot. 

She throws herself into forgetting him, the same way he seems to have forgotten her despite his words to her that fateful night on the stairs. 

I thought about you everyday. 

Actions speak louder than words and she is done accepting his crumbs. She has never needed anyone, had even accepted when her own father wanted nothing to do with her; she has basically been prepping for this moment her entire life. 

So she goes shopping with Miri, buying gadgets that she has no idea how to use but that the other girl makes sound like things that she definitely needs such as a new home security system, her break in still fresh in her mind. She grins at the pretty smile on the other girl’s round face as she explains the specification of the machines around them and she can see why Han Seo has such a huge crush on the girl, the pretty blush that blossoms on the other girl’s cheek after stating the fact out loud is adorable and she pinches said cheek much to her chagrin. 

“You should worry about your own love life.” Miri teases but the words sting like acid on her skin and she turns away to hide the grimace on her face, but she’s not fast enough and the other girl catches her wrist halting her movement. 

“What? What’s wrong? Did something happen to Mr. Cassano?” Miri whispers the last part, looking around to make sure that nobody overhears them. 

She forces herself to stifle her emotions, trapping them in the back of her mind refusing to let him have this kind of affect on her. 

“I wouldn’t know.” She tries for a emotionless tone but even she can hear the bitterness in her own voice and Miri’s eyes fill with pity and it makes her sick to her stomach, “Don’t. I am going to be fine. Let’s just go.” 

They don’t utter single word in the car ride home. 

After that it becomes painfully obvious that everyone in the plaza thinks something is wrong with her and are teaming up to make her feel better. It’s the packed lunches that keep showing up on her desk without fail, her clothes being steamed and pressed for free, the way that they won’t allow her to be alone and there are countless spontaneous family game nights all ending with her drunk and being carried home. 

Tonight Mr. Tak is the unlucky volunteer, dragging her limp body in her father’s house and she thinks of all the times that they drank here together and a certain person was the one hauling her body to bed complaining and grumbling but that distractingly fond smile on his face that he only ever seemed to shoot her way. Her heart thumped loudly as he loomed over her and leaned in close, getting her hopes up only to brush her hair behind her ears and softly tell her, “Go to sleep now,” and she had never been obedient all her teachers could testify to that but when he looked at her like that she was powerless to do anything else but listen. 

“I miss him.” The traitorous words fall from her lips and vanish into the inky darkness of the night. 

A deep sigh from the left of her, “We know.” 

She feels vulnerable, the worst thing about having a weakness is other’s noticing too. She hates how weak she feels. 

“I am going to forget him.” 

The body supporting most of her weight tenses under her arm and she waits for his response, they all love Vincenzo- he had become their unexpected hero and leader in many ways. They would always take his side, she knows that. 

“If that’s what you need to do to be happy. Then, do it. Loving a man like Vincenzo isn’t easy.” 

She turns to look at him in genuine shock. 

“What? You thought I would tell you to keep waiting with no end in sight? You should know by now, you mean a lot to us too. Your happiness is important to us too, we’re a family.” 

“But we’re the Cassano family,” she challenges unable to accept that they could love her without Vincenzo attached, but Mr. Tak shrugs at the clarification, “We can be the Hong Family too.”

She feels her eyes swimming. 

“I should go inside.” 

She feels sober and more awake than ever, she stays up all night twirling the long strands of her hair in between her fingers. 

Thinking. 

Variety is the spice of life. 

She doesn’t know where she’s heard that but it’s those sage words that are the catalyst for her spontaneous decision. 

“Same as always? Silky with some body?” Her stylist peers into her eyes through the wide mirror and she hears herself say, “No I want a cut and some color.” Yu-jin raises one pretty tweezed brow but nods after a moment’s pause, “Okay. How short are you thinking?” 

And that’s how she starts her day with long thick hair that grazes her lower back and ends it with a short bob that tickles her neck. It feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulder, metaphorically and literally and she loves the face that she sees in the mirror, her eyes looking brighter than they have in months. She feels more alive, like a snake shedding its skin and becoming a newer and fresher version of itself. 

“Your hair?” That becomes the running theme for her day, shocked gaping mouths and hands reaching out for the hair that was once there.  She merely smirks at their palpable surprise, especially Seol-jin who doesn’t recognize her from behind. 

“I haven’t seen a pretty lady like you aro--Oh Ms. Hong! I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you, I am so sorry please excuse me!” The interpretative dancer bolts away leaving her to watch him bemused, she skips to Jipuragi with a pep in her step laughing loudly when Mr. Nam drops his coffee upon seeing her and the brown liquid goes flying and douses him in a sticky hot mess. 

It’s an entertaining day to say the least. 

Moments later when he’s finished cleaning himself up and changing into the cheetah print track suit that he insisted to keeping in the office, he mentions that a new postcard has arrived. She nods at the information, looking at her laptop and it’s only seconds later that she finally looks up and sees that he’s waiting for her response. She doesn’t have one. 

Forcing a tight smile on her face she replies, “Oh that’s great. Just put it with the others.” 

He does. 

But she can feel his eyes on her, his concern heavy and tangible in the air. 

She pretends not to notice and keeps clicking away on her laptop, only glancing over at the card once or twice. But it’s only out of habit. 

Nothing more. 

She starts going on dates with random men. Men she meets in coffee shops, on the streets, in bars, hell one time even the bookstore. She never meets the same man twice and they never get what they want but it does make her feel desirable and that’s all she’s looking for. 

“Where are you going?” Han Seo asks her curiously, Miri by his side as she struts out the plaza new perfume on her skin. 

“On a date. I’ll see you both later.” They both gape at her and can only watch with wide eyes as she sashays away, heels clicking with every step. 

Word spreads like wildfire and no one takes it harder than Mr. An, who calls her a “jezebel” and cries at the front of the law firm for hours, she has to step over him to go get lunch shaking him off when he latches on to her ankles. 

The others just look at her with sad eyes, filled with both understanding and disappointment. 

Much to her surprise the lunch boxes keep coming and her clothes are still pressed and starched to perfection though. 

She also starts taking self defense classes, Korea is much more dangerous than she had first suspected and she has to be able to protect herself because nobody is coming to save her.  Not anymore. 

It becomes a great outlet for her built up anger and her instructor praises her for being a fast learner. She grins and nods before flipping him and twisting his arm around his own neck in a modified sleeper hold. When he taps on her arm she squeezes tighter instead of letting go and he goes limp for a moment before she comes back to herself and releases him hastily with a quick apology, “Sorry!”

He rubs his neck, panting for air and she feels guilty, there's a tinge of that but most of all she feels powerful, more so than she has for a long time. 

It’s crazy but she finds herself asking him for drinks after class and even crazier is that he agrees even with her marks still there on his skin, the area bruised and red. He looks at her like she’s challenge that he wants to conquer, she lets him believe that’s possible. It’s only a bit of fun anyway, she has no plans for anything serious. 

Drinks turn into a drunken cab ride home with his hand on her thigh, hot through the thin material of her tights and they don’t feel right- too small and not rough enough but she’s moving on and she has no time to reminisce. 

There hasn’t even been a postcard lately. Message, loud and clear. 

When she shoves the keys into her door, he’s glued to her body leaving wet kisses on the long column of her neck and she tries to suppress the nausea that swims in her stomach, everything feels wrong and she hates herself for feeling that way. Why shouldn’t she fuck whoever she wants? He is probably doing the same thing, everyday on his beautiful private island. Kissing women that aren’t her and whispering dirty Italian words into their ears as he rocks back and forth, nary a thought of that Korean woman he knew once upon a time. 

Fuck him. 

She rocks back into the purposeful grind of the hips behind her, feeling the hardness that digs into the soft flesh of her ass and finally the door opens and they both tumble in haphazardly and he thrusts a hand under her loose shirt fingering at her breasts before a dark figure moves far too quickly in her peripheral and she hears her date cry out in pain. 

She almost faints at the familiar sight of the one person she never expected to see, the hard glint of his cold eyes as he twists the same hand that had just been fondling her chest. The grip looks painful, the wrist contorted in an unnatural manner. 

“What the fuck? You have a boyfriend?!” Her instructor cries out, voice high pitched falling to his knees as Vincenzo kicks his feet out from under him. 

She rolls her eyes, of course he would come now when she is trying (and failing) to get over him. 

Vindictively she answers the question, ‘No.” 

But that makes Vincenzo twist the wrist in his grip even tighter and she can see the bones breaking so she takes pity on the poor man, he didn’t sign up for a murderous mafia leader after all. 

“Just let him go. You have no right to do any of this.” 

He doesn’t listen right away and absently she wonders if she’ll need to test out her new moves on him, it would be satisfying to deck him square in the face. She dreams of that as often as she dreams of their reunion. Her feelings are...complicated to say the least. 

Then with a grunt, he throws the other man away like he’s trash and growls out, “Get out of here before I kill you.” 

She tries not be get turned on by that. But it’s a hard sell, her body already getting revved up. He’s telling the truth. 

The man wastes no time, jumping to his feet and bolting out the door without one backwards glance. Asshole, he was really just leaving her with a clearly unstable and dangerous man. 

“We need to talk.” Vincenzo squeezes out between clenched teeth, and her blood runs cold but she stares him dead in the eyes tired of this game they’ve been playing, if he’s here to end things she wants to know. 

“Okay. Then talk.” 

She looks insanely beautiful, with her hair cropped so short bringing his eyes to the tantalizing length of her neck. His eyes close in on a spot of moisture on her neck, he feels his blood boiling imagining that bastard touching any part of her.  She’s glaring right back at him, her chest rising and falling and he can’t help but check her out, it’s been months since he saw her in person the photo of her doing aerial yoga above his bed couldn’t compare to the tempest that is Cha-young in real life. 

The flat plane of her belly is on display under the white crop top loosely stretched across her chest which leads down to her slim hips and legs wrapped in white spandex, leaving very little to the imagination not that he hasn’t imagined her in far less many, many times. Too many times to count. Spilling across the silk adorning his king sized bed with only her name on his lips. 

She looks fucking hot. 

That makes it even more frustrating because he can still clearly see that bastard wrapped around her like a snake and his hands going up her shirt---he has to take a deep breath before he breaks something. Or chases that asshole to break his face. 

There’s so much he wants to say to her, so much he owes her. 

I missed you. 

I love you. 

Come with me. 

“Who the hell was that?” He says this instead then watches her eyes glint over into nothing but pure murderous rage. Wrong move. But he couldn’t help it, green eyed raged taking away his decision making abilities. 

“That’s all you have to say? Get out.” 

He wasn’t expecting rose petals and trumpets when he returned but he definitely wasn’t expecting this, her cold glare or another man in his spot. He thought she would wait for him, just as he had done for her. 

“Are you serious right now?” He counters, flabbergasted. 

“Deadly. Get out.” 

He clenches his fist, and then stomps out. Turning back but only to watch the door slam in his face. 

What the hell. 

It had only taken a letter from Han Seo to get him on boat that would take him to an open field and hours later he was soaring through the skies on a hot air balloon, on his way back to Korea. It was insane and he barely had time to explain to his family but Luca nodded at him like this was the only choice and told him that he would take care of everything, and he trusted those words more than he had ever trusted anything in his life.

“Vai a prendere la tua donna( go get your woman).” 

He had nodded, gruffly patting the other man on his shoulder before hopping over into the waiting boat. 

But he wasn’t so certain anymore that Cha-young was his. 

She seems different. Colder almost, she leaves whenever I mention your name and she goes on dates now. I think she’s moving on hyung, what are you going to do? 

Those words had been the scariest thing he had never seen. Scarier than every gun that had ever been pointed at his head. He thought what they had was something special, something that could stand the test of time and distance. He stared at the huge pile of letters on his bedside, all addressed to her. He had written one everyday since they had been separated, but each time he was too much of a coward to send it. In those letters he could say things that he could never say to her face, things like how much he ached without her by his side and how her smile was the only thing that kept him going. In those letters he could regal the ways he loved her, and how deeply she had been branded into his soul, every atom of his body belonged to her and her alone.  He would kill for her, die for her, anything she needed or merely wanted he would provide it, all she needed to do was ask. 

He could only share those feelings in the letters. 

He walks for hours, until he ends up at his old apartment the familiar door greeting him and he sticks his hand in his pocket before he remembers that he gave the key away, with a sigh he starts to walk away before the door creaks open and he hears a voice he hasn’t heard in months. 

“Hyung!” 

A warmth spreads across his back as a solid weight almost knocks him off his feet. He reaches one arm around his body, awkwardly slapping the face that is pressing into his collar. 

“You really chose to stay here.” 

He feels the nod on his shoulder, “Of course. It made me feel closer to you hyung, I missed you.” 

He grunts in response, before turning around and tugging the younger man into a real hug. He had missed the annoying little leech too, he had missed everyone. 

They are still in each other’s embrace for a moment before Han Seo pulls away, sympathy etched deep on his face. 

“She wasn’t happy to see you.” 

“There was someone else there.” He hates the words even as they leave his mouth and Han Seo winces, looking pained for him before tugging him into the small apartment. Everything is just like he left it.  He looks around in awe. 

“I’m sorry hyung. What are you going to do?”

That’s the golden question, he pondered it all the way here and he’s no closer to knowing the answer to that. Usually she is the one that makes the move, she has always been the brave one between them. He back steps and says things he doesn’t mean and she sees through him and smashes down all his walls. That’s how this has always worked. 

“I don’t know. Maybe I should just leave her alone. Let her be happy.” 

A loud scoff reaches his ears, “Sure. Is that why you sailed across sharked infested waters and trusted a hot air balloon company run my former thugs?”

He smarts at the sarcastic reply and glares before flicking the cheeky brat on his nose, "I liked you better when you were stupid you know. Now you're a little smart ass."

The younger man looks even more youthful as he grins back at him, rubbing at his nose before shrugging.  "I learned from the best."

He has no rebuttal for that so he tries to flick him again, giving chase when he darts off.

It feels good to be home.

He warns Han Seo not to tell anyone that he's here least they give away his location.

So he's not surprised the next day to find the cavalry at his doorstep hands filled to the brim with containers of food. There are tears, mostly from Mr. Nam who won't stop screaming his name and pinching his cheeks to see if he's real and Mr. An who wraps around him like a koala despite his very detailed threats. It's all chaos and so familiar that his heart aches but her absence is like a hole in his chest. Nobody mentions her but they all keep looking at the door, so it's obvious that she was invited but chose not to come.

Because she didn't want to see him.

"You're here to win her back right?" He doesn't know who even utters the words but when he glances up they are all looking at him expectantly.

He didn't know that was what he was indeed here for thought that she would happily welcome him back and they could pick up where they left off but she's made it clear that this won't be the case. This will be the most important fight of his life.

"Yes. I'm here for Cha-young."

He gets enthusiastic thumbs up and a loud giggle from the Yeon-Jin  and Cheol-Wook’s adorable baby, her little hands too uncoordinated to do a thumbs up but she waves excitedly  feeding off the energy around her.

He wonders how Cha-young would look with a baby in her arms, their baby it's a dangerous thought. But one that he can't get out of his mind once he thinks it.

They stay until midnight, forcing him to eat and drink too much soju until he passes out to dreams filled with a round Cha-young, belly swollen and protruding from her body. 

It doesn't take much to learn her schedule(Mr. Nam hands him a laminated copy) and he has to put on a disguise but he enters the shop seconds after her, hearing her order that god awful sewer water she's so fond of.

"An espresso for me." He leans in too close, almost brushing her shoulder and she jolts at the sound of his voice, turning to stare at him as if she's a mirage.

"You're still here?" She whispers and then shakes her head and looks away as if she's hadn't meant to say the words aloud.

It hurts him that she thought he would leave without telling her but he can't blame her, he has been anything but consistent. Instead of answering, he leans forward to hand his credit card to the cashier who glances between them suspiciously before accepting the card.

Their orders are ready in seconds and he follows her as she walks to their table, butterflies in his stomach at the familiar sight.

She turns to him with a glare, "It's just the only available table."

He moves to pull out her chair and she starts at him tight lipped before sitting down. She's in a tight black suit today, two long slits on the side of her pants going all the way up to her thighs. He gulps down his drink to get rid of the drool pooling in his mouth.

"You're upset with me."

She stares at him like he's the biggest idiot on the planet, it's not a look he receives often but she's always the outlier in his otherwise organized life.

"Astute observation." She quips back, sucking loudly at her coffee.

"Why?"

He considered how to go about breeching this subject and in the end had decided on going straight to the source, he had been under the impression that this was working for them.

Her face morphs into a person he hasn't seen for a long time, the Cha-young that would berate him and make him angry enough to curse in Italian.

"Do you think this little of me?"

He's completely lost, "What do you mean? What did I do that was so wrong? Wrong enough for you to cheat on me!" He's panting now, his voice has gotten loud enough to catch people's attention he can feel them watching their table, nosy and invested.

"Cheat on you?"

Cold as ice, her voice is. It almost makes him shiver.

"How could I possibly cheat on you? We're not together. You send me the same postcard with the same message every few months. I have no idea what you're doing in Malta, who you're with. You can't even be bothered to send me a letter, do you think this is a relationship? You think it's enough to pop up like this every once in a blue moon? You've told me nothing about how you feel about me but I'm supposed to be satisfied with whatever you throw my way?"

If he wasn't sitting down his legs would have already given out he's certain about that. Her voice is deadly quiet each word landing and chipping away at his confidence.

"I'm doing the best I can! You knew it would be like this after everything was over, why are you blaming me now? How about you, I don't know how you feel either!"

"I love you! Anyone with eyes can see that, I told you that at the airport too. And again when I took a bullet for you, you didn't think that meant I loved you? I was willing to die for you."

Shit.

It's not at all how he expected them to confess their love for each other, it's hard to believe the words that are coming out of her mouth as she bares her teeth at him.

"So why are you doing this? Why are there other men?"

Why aren't I enough? He wants to say but he's scared of her answer, terrified that she'll say that she can't do this anymore. That he just isn’t enough anymore. 

She stares at him long and hard.

Waiting for something. But he doesn't know what.

"You haven't changed at all. You're still a coward, I'm not interested in guessing anymore. I’m done playing this game.” 

She stands up and walks away, leaving her unfinished coffee on the table.

Unwanted just like him.

She doesn't see him for days and she accepts that her words had done their damage, she had cried until she fell asleep that night. Waking up with swollen red eyes that no amount of concealer would save but thankfully no one commented on her state.

She goes through her day on autopilot and before she knows it she's back home, ready to face her night alone  again. She pushes the door open, half praying he'll be waiting for her but her hopes shattered when she turns on the lights and finds no one.

"It's better this way." She lies to herself, pouring herself an obscene glass of soju. She's going to need plenty of alcohol to get through this pain.

Her head is woozy and heavy when she hears a sound, suddenly alert she stills in her chair before rushing over to get a frying pan walking on the tips of her toes she prowls closer to the clicking sound, finding herself at the window peering at a long lost friend. Placing the frying pan on her window sill she pry opens the window, screeching when the audacious bird flies inside landing on her table as if he belongs there.

"Hey Inzaghi! Get your dirty bird feet off my table!"

He looks at her nonchalantly, making himself comfortable on said table and she sighs before shutting the window and drunkenly swaying over to him.

"What are you even doing there? Do you want to be my bird now, I won't be a very good owner. I won't remember to feed you. I barely remember to feed myself."

Despite being a bird he finds a way to roll his eyes at her before standing up and only then does she notice something on his leg. She looks at him cautiously before moving closer and untying the paper on his leg, the pigeon barely reacts before flying over to her couch. She sighs in annoyance, she's going to have to clean everything after this bird leaves.

She unwinds the string holding the paper together, unrolling the paper scroll. There is a message written inside: the rooftop. 9 pm.

Glancing at her clock the time shines at her.

7:34pm.

"This could be a trap."

It very much could be, she has enemies now. It was a small price to pay for taking down Babel but she's always looking over her shoulders now, so this note could easily be someone luring her to hurt her or get back at Vincenzo.

Inzaghi coos loudly at her as if he can hear her thoughts. This time he finds a way to look exasperated.

She stumbles off to her room.

She needs time to think.

"So she told you that she loved you and you didn't say it back?"

"I was shocked. She was growling at me and looked ready to kill me at the same time." He reasons back, trying to show his hyung his point of view. The younger man doesn't look even a little bit convinced by his logic.

"Okay and? That sounds perfectly normal for you too. You should have shot someone and wrote it back in their blood on the table."

He recoils in disgust at the suggestion, "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you actually insane, why the fuck would I do that?"

Han Seo stares deadpan in return.

He puts up a hand trying to stop whatever response he has, "Don't say it."

It doesn't work.

"Pig's blood. Don't forget I saw it all, I've never seen Ms. Hong look so excited before. You're both crazy."

Well, that had been different. It was an old tradition, she simply had an appreciation for the classics.

"And I bet you're defending her right now in your mind. Noona is just like you, that's why you're made for each other. She's the gasoline to your fire."

"You know that would just make an even larger fire right?"

"Yes. I'm smart now remember? I know what I said."

He sighs falling into the comfortable familiarity of the couch, a spring digging into his thigh.

"Why didn't you say it back?" His stills at the barely whispered question, his chest constricting as he recalls the passionate confession. He had frozen, like he'd always known she was the brave one between them. Always doing the unexpected and the time was no different, her words had knocked him off his feet.

"Because I was scared."

Han Seo huffs at his honesty. He doesn't know where the words are coming from but he's tired of keeping it all in.

"Because if anything happens to her it'll break me, I thought it would be better if I kept her at a distance. I thought this was enough. I thought this would be easier. When I think about her I want to drop everything and just be with her and that...was too dangerous. I had to keep my distance."

There's a pregnant pause, just the sound of their breathing filling the void.

"Was it?"

"What?"

"Easier. Is this better? Enough?"

He thinks about Cha-young getting married to a faceless man, exchanging vows and sealing it with a kiss, happy and in love on their honeymoon wanton moans and screams from their room, learning that they're having a baby and her round and glowing with someone else's child smiling brightly as she rubs her belly and it's too much. He wants to smash it all into little pieces.

"No. It's not enough. I need her, without her nothing is enough."

"That's what you should have said to her. Don't glare at me I'm right, but I have an idea. I saw it in an American cartoon."

And that's how he lets his younger brother convince him to send a note to Cha-young using Inzaghi, the pigeon had shown up one night and he'd been so happy he almost kissed the bird.

"How will he know where Cha Young lives?" He asks skeptical even as he ties the note to the birds leg.

"I showed him a picture of her house. According to the cartoon, birds just know.” 

He stares at the younger man, wondering why he's listening to this ridiculous plan.

"This is stupid. I should just text her, Inzaghi is never going to deliver this. He's just a regular pigeon." 

"This is more romantic." He answers matter of fact.

"How is a pigeon delivering a message in anyway romantic?" He challenges already knowing from the shit eating grin he won’t like the response. 

"The same way pig blood was." The brat counters and he doesn't get a chance to respond before Han Seo picks Inzaghi up and throws him out the window, "In the name of love!" He only barely stops himself from bashing his head into the wall, the younger man has to wrestle him to the ground.

It's stupid. They did all of this for nothing the cool breeze makes him pull his coat tighter around his body, exposed to the weather on the open space of the rooftop.

He checks his watch, 9:48.

She's not coming and the worst part is that he doesn't know if it's because that damn bird never delivered his message or if it's because she really doesn't want anything to do with him. The burden of not knowing hurts more than anything.

Expelling the air in his lungs he walks back to the single door that leads off the roof, twisting the doorknob in his hand and pulling it open.

Meeting the shocked face of one Cha-young.

They both just stare at each other before he speaks, "You came."

He can't believe it. Inzaghi had actually delivered the note, somehow the pigeon had found her house and she was here. He almost pinches himself to see if he'd passed out on the roof and this was just a dream.

"I didn't know Inzaghi was a carrier pigeon." She futilely tries to change the subject and he takes a step back, gathering the tattered pieces of his courage. The same courage that had propelled him to kiss her all those months ago on the stairs.

"I'm so happy you're here. I waited for you."

She stares at him like he has two heads before blushing, and avoiding his eyes.

"Come with me." He extends his hands and tries not to be too hurt when she bypasses it and steps around him instead.

At least she was here.

With a quick swipe of his hand he sends the message to his accomplices.

Now.

The lights come on, fairy lights decorating the roof top in a heavenly glow. She spins around in wonder, eyes nearly as bright she's so beautiful it's almost painful to look at her.

Then the music starts.

The soft notes filling the space.

When I walk down a road I don't know well....

She looks around in wonder, staring back at him she can’t believe what’s happening. 

Then the letters start falling from the sky, all the letters he had written to her alone and missing her thousands of miles away. His plaza family smiles down at him, throwing letters from a higher building.

Cha-young stares up at the sky in surprise, hundreds of letters landing all around her.

It had taken a few days for Luca to send them all over and then another day to get the guts to do this, there was no turning back now. He had never willingly made himself vulnerable to anyone else, but according to Han Seo it was the only way he was going to win her back. 

“She just wants to know that you love her too. Show her.” 

He watches anxiously as she picks up a letter, stroking lightly at her own name on the front looking at him with stunned wet eyes. 

“You wrote me a letter.” Her voice is revere and awe that he doesn’t deserve, not after everything he has put her through in the sake of protecting himself but he’s too elated to see her looking at him like that again, like he’s someone important to her. 

“182. For each day we were apart. I told you I thought about you everyday, and every time I did I wrote you a letter.” 

She stares at the letter in her hand, gently ripping it open and devouring the words on the page. Nerves shoot up and down his body as he watches her read his most private thoughts about her, her expressive face for once empty of emotions as she silently reads the letter. 

He waits. 

Breathless and terrified. 

“Why didn’t you ever send them? They were mine so why did you keep them?” He hears an edge in her voice that makes him wonder if she’s only talking about the letters. 

“Cha-young, I don’t think you understand.” 

She breathes out loudly, stomping over to him until they are inches apart and he has no choice but to look into the deep pool of her eyes. 

“I don’t! I don’t understand anything, I thought you had found someone else in Malta and the postcards were just your way of being nice. I thought you didn’t feel the same way I did, you were sending Han Seo letters but you wouldn’t do the same for me. What was I supposed to think? Why didn’t you try to help me understand, you were gone for six months!” 

There’s so much wrong with everything she said, how could he find anyone else when his heart beats for her? How could he forget her when everything he did reminded him of her, he saw her every night in his dreams. But he doesn’t make the same mistake this time, he says what’s important. 

“I feel the same way. I love you Cha-young. I thought this was better for you, that this could be enough. But I was wrong, I missed you every minute of every--” 

“Come home with me.” 

He stops, stares, gapes and then stares some more. 

“What? I wasn’t finished confessing though.” Actually offended that she interrupted his planned speech. He was about to recite one of his favorite Italian love poems for her and then ask her to dance. 

She rolls her eyes dragging him towards the door, “Don’t you think we’ve wasted enough time? It’s been six months and you have been here for too long, you have to go soon.” 

She’s right, he has a flight in two days for an identity he borrowed for his escape. 

“Listen to her, just go back to her place and have a good night!” That sounds like Cheol-Wook and then they all erupt into applause and start cheering and hollering, chanting their names and then to his embarrassment they start chanting, “Go have sex! Go have sex!” complete with the monks banging on their drums and he doesn’t think he will ever live down this moment, especially when he sees Miri capturing it on the new video camera he had gifted her. 

He flips them off as an eager Cha-young pulls him away their laughter following them all the way. 

The car ride is too long on the way over and she wonders how quickly she can undress them both as soon as they reach, there is simply no time to waste. 

But once they get to the doorstep he suddenly freezes, tugging her backwards into his chest. 

“This looks familiar doesn’t it?” His voice is dark and smoky and she immediately knows what he’s referring to, and she refuses to give him any reaction. 

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” 

“You let someone else touch you. Here.” He runs a hand up her neck, briefly squeezing, “And here,” she gasps at his hands suddenly on her breast, squeezing harshly at the tender flesh. 

“So what are you going to do about it?” She knows that she’s playing with fire, but that is their foundation. She has never aimed to cool him off or tone him down, she sees the dark side inside of him and loves it, encourages it and feeds on it herself allowing it to bring her darkness out too. 

He kicks the door open, shoving her side and she delights at the rough treatment. She hopes that she is filled with his bruises tomorrow. 

She doesn’t wait for his next move, pulling her shirt up and over her head before tugging off her skirt leaving herself in a barely there lace panties and a matching lace bra that is translucent, her nipples peeking through the sheer material. He stares at her transfixed, his hunger evident in his eyes and in the tent forming in his tight dress pants. 

“Take those off.” She commands and he smirks before obeying, peeling the pants off his thighs standing in his button down shirt and tight boxer briefs that leave nothing to her imagination, every delicious inch of him visible. She steps forward bringing their bodies in contact, before thrusting her hand inside the opening of his briefs. He feels hard and smooth, liquid pooling at the tip and she twists her hand collecting it to ease her slow strokes up and down. His voice hitches as she fingers his balls and without warning she tugs his boxers off, leaving him bare to her eyes. 

Mesmerized by the unencumbered sight of him, she drops to her knees using her hand to guide him to her eagerly waiting mouth. 

His flavor explodes on her tongue and she swallows more, grabbing his hips to drag him deeper into her mouth until she can feel him in her throat, but even after her eyes start to burn and she feels herself choking she doesn’t stop, bobbing up and down hungrily, sloppy wet sounds filling the room in a filthy symphony. At first he lets her control the movement, pliant in her hands but as she increases her speed and suction he starts groaning and huffing loudly and then she feels his hand on the back of her hand, keeping her in place and when she looks up at him he looks wrecked. Eyes dazed and his face red and flushed, she ingrains that image in her mind, for when he’s gone and all she has are her toys. 

She stares back defiantly before he draws himself out of her mouth, a single line of spit connecting them and then he thrusts back into her mouth roughly and she opens her mouth wider to accept the abuse, loving every second of it even as a her throat aches. He sets a frantic pace, his balls slamming against her chin and she doesn’t realize at first that his grunts have transformed into words, too much blood rushing to her head. 

“Mine. Mine, nobody can---ah fuck! Nobody can see you like this. Only me. You’re mine.” 

He fucks her mouth like it’s his to use and do what he pleases, and she’s wetter than she’s ever been listening to him claim her verbally and with the wet push of his dick in her mouth. 

She starts grinding on the floor like a cat in heat and without preamble he grabs her under her armpits and lifts her like she weighs nothing, his dick sliding free from her hot mouth, “I want to make you scream.” He says this like a declaration of love and she throws herself at him, kissing the words off his lips. His tongue swirls in her mouth and she wonders if he can taste himself in her. It makes her hotter and she grinds her barely covered pussy onto his naked length, groaning at the friction even though the thin layer separating them. 

He tosses her onto the bed and she doesn’t even remember them walking, his tongue and his wondering fingers had completely distracted her. 

She lays sprawled across the bed as he stares at her, like she’s feast he can’t wait to devour. 

“Nobody has been in here.” She doesn’t know if he’s asking a question or making a statement, but she feels that his jealousy is real. Seeing her with someone else had done something to him, guilt washes over her. If she had seen him with someone else she would have lost her mind too. 

“Nobody. I never brought anyone home before, that guy was a mistake. I was just hurt and missing you. I’m sorry.” 

He had abandoned her for six months and she didn’t owe him anything but his pain is her pain and they are stronger now, everything has been said. 

“Good.” 

Then he rips her panties away and buries his face between her legs, prying her wide open with his hands and lapping at her with his searing hot tongue. Immediately he has his wish and she screams, loud enough to fill the entire room. 

“Already screaming amore? It’s going to be a long night, I want to make you hoarse.”  

She doesn’t get a moment to respond before he’s back to licking and sucking at her most sacred part, fingers deep inside her as he thrusts and strokes alongside his tongue, his fingers and tongue moving in tandem and she tries to stifle the scream but a particularly deep fuck makes the sound erupt from her throat and her head feels dizzy from the overwhelming sensation. 

He has boundless energy it seems, as time drags by and she feels her body tightening up as he systemically destroys her, he never takes a break or pauses, slurping up all the liquid that drips from her and the sounds of him swallowing are beyond erotic. When a hand runs up her stomach and squeezes at a bouncing breast she can’t contain her moans of pleasure, crying out as his fingers pinching the tight bud of her nipple. 

“Please.” 

He coos in her, “So pretty when you beg.” Then he sticks his tongue as far as it can go and she hears the rush of blood in her head as her body shakes apart and her release gushes from her body, twitching when he laps it all up her oversensitive body recoiling from the overstimulation. 

She has never come like that before, most men have never put in the work necessary to make her come and she wasn’t one to fake it so her experiences with sex with someone else were few and far in between. 

This feels like nirvana. 

“You still with me amore?” The bastard looks so smug, looming above her naked arms on the side of her head, and she had no idea when he took his shirt off. 

“I can’t feel like my legs.” 

He chuckles loudly at the statement, grinning growing wider. 

“Well I can assure you that they’re still there and they will look great wrapped around my waist.” 

Raising to his challenge, although her body is still buzzing she wraps her legs around his waist, they feel like jelly but she finds the strength to follow through with her movement. 

“I was right they do look great.” 

“Well this would look great in me.” She counters, grabbing at his thick ruddy red dick jutting from his body and he rocks into her hand before knocking her hand away and taking himself in his hand. 

“Do we need a condom?” He asks her, looking like he is ready to stop at nay minute if she tells him that they do. 

“No.” 

She has been on birth control since she was a teen and there’s been no one for her since she met him, and she trusts that it’s been the same for him. 

“Thank goodness, I want to feel everything.” He barely finishes his sentence before he’s easing into her, slow and steady. She lets him continue for a moment before she tightens her legs around his waist and pulls him in roughly, as deep as she can get him in this position. “Fuck, you’re so impatient.” 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” 

He grumbles at her calling her bossy, but she sighs when he draws out and slams back in with a quick snap of his hips. 

“Yes just like that!” 

He takes direction very well, repeating the motion until the bed starts to creak from their movements, he pistons in and out of her gone all semblance of gentle or slow, they have teetered into a speed that can only be defined as “break neck” and she feels her body sliding up the mattress as he pounds into her over and over again, she latches onto his neck eager to leave a branding mark on him and he groans at the suction, grinding harder into her and gripping her ass to force her to meet his vicious thrusts. 

Absently she feels him peeling her bra from her body, the only remaining item of clothing that has survived their coupling and she knows exactly when he sees the scar. The grotesque knitting of skin that had left a permanent scar on her shoulder, she almost covers it up but when she peels her eyes open he is staring at her mesmerized. 

“Don’t look.” 

He leans down to kiss it, the softest more precious kiss she has ever received in her life. 

He peppers more kisses all over, then strokes at it with a single finger. 

“I should have realized, this was your confession. I was an idiot. I will never be that stupid again, I love you so much. I would do anything for you. Anything.” 

He puts her legs on her shoulder, nearly bending her in half before resuming his thrusts but they are less frenzied now, it feels like lovemaking. Her eyes prickle when he kisses her scar with every downward thrust, whispering, “Beautiful, so beautiful. Every inch of you.” 

She cries out. 

With every thrust he kisses her scar, making her feel lightheaded and naked. 

When he moves them into a new position, her back to his front giving him better access to her scar, she loses herself as he whispers sweet nothings into her ears and litters the spot with warm kisses. 

She falls off the edge with his lips on her scar and him deep inside her, warm bursts filling her up before leaking out onto the bed sheets. 

“Today’s our last day.” 

Waking up next to him is torture, she tries not to ingrain that in her mind but it’s too late it’s already there. He blinks away the sleep in his eyes at her words and then nods solemnly in agreement. 

“Yes for this visit. But I’ll always come back for you.” 

She smiles brightly, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.” 

They don’t leave the bed except to get breakfast and that ends with her laid across the kitchen table getting taken from behind after teasing him. He can’t seem to keep his hands off her new hair, twisting the short strands in his hands and yanking on them. She catches him looking at her heatedly more than once. 

Then they wind up in the shower, trying to clean up and getting dirtier instead, his hands tight in her hair and around her waist as he hoists her up to pound her into the wall. Making up for lost time. 

They get messages from their entire family, Vincenzo showing her a message from Han Seo asking if he’s going to be an uncle soon. She promises to embarrass him in front of Miri very, very soon. 

Both pretend they don’t feel the day fading away, bringing them closer to their goodbye. 

Tomorrow he will be gone again, but there’s no guessing now. She knows what she means to him now and that’s more than enough. 

She wakes up to an empty bed and a ticket to Malta, the ball is in her court. 

[beyoncesdragon]

title: catch up now? 

× pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Interviewer!Reader, old friends from highschool kinda stuff, abandoned but maybe rediscovered love on both sides. 

× summary: Three years are a long time. In three years, many things can and will change. But three years hadn’t been quite enough to change how two people feel about each other. 

× warnings: a little teeny bit angsty but it’s nothing, really. Mainly fluff, some flustered, overly eager Gguk and old memories coming up. 

× wordcount: 2k

× a/n: Not gonna lie, this might be one of my favourite pieces I've ever written. I really hope you enjoy this too! it’s somehow inspired by ‘Love Maze’ (BTS) and also ‘50 Proof’ (eaJ). Will probably not have a pt.2

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When he had read the name of the interview host - or hostess more like - Jungkook had already felt the familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach that he had thought had disappeared over the course of time. Yet, he wasn’t surprised that it was still there.

He had however not dared to hope that it could actually be you, there sure were other people called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who has pursued their dream of becoming an interviewer, media person, whatnot. He didn’t even know if you had actually graduated uni and made it in the job, hence he hadn’t seen any of you in about four years of him debuting now. He had occasionally checked out your Instagram or Twitter, yet he shied away from following you on any social media platform. You weren’t really public about your work or personal life on both, you mainly retweeted stuff (he found out about your love for Bingsu and Makgeolli ice cream like that) and posted a few selfies or landscapes. He hoped that you had been able to pursue your dream of traveling around for a bit, in South Korea and outside of it. Though again, he didn’t know.

Jimin was seated right in front of him and Jungkook couldn’t help but nervously play with his hyungs honey blond dyed hair. Jimin chuckled surprised yet amused about his open display of nervousness and turned around slowly.

“Everything okay, Jungkook-ah? You seem more nervous than usually.” He remarked, making Namjoon look over to the maknae in wonder. “He does, right? I thought so too. Did something happen?” Jungkook only shook his head.

Not yet, he thought to himself.

The cameras around them started to blink all at once, the light has been set up correctly and the camera and sound team had settled down around them in the dark. Manager and publicists stood somewhere in the back, swallowed up by the dark. The only person that was missing still, was you. Or the person called (Y/N) (Y/L/N), Jungkook tried to tell himself.

Suddenly there was a soft laugh from somewhere off the scenes and his heart tripped over its own beat and finally, finally, you stepped into the light.

You looked pretty as ever, grown into your features entirely, like a lotus flower finally in full bloom. Jungkook had to swallow dry. The light coral red of your lip balm complimented your skin and the subtle almost invisible make up you wore, accentuated your already beautiful features even more. You hadn’t changed your hair much, but it was a bit longer and looked so soft in the bright light. His eyes almost subconsciously darted to your fingers, searching for evidence of a possible relationship. He was almost ashamed how quickly he ended up thinking about this, his own boldness making him even more flustered. (There was no formal looking ring on your ringfinger though, to his relief.)

There was a warm smile on your lips as you bowed deeply to them all, greeting them respectfully. The boys returned your greeting immediately and a bunch of annyeong haseyo-s sounded through the studio. Jungkook felt Namjoon look over at him again, a piercing gaze Jungkook knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand if he met it. So he just kept looking at everything but Namjoon...not that this was hard to do when you were right in front of him.

“Thank you so much for being here with us.” You said with a smile, looking at everyone with the same look of respect and polite distance. Like you were supposed to, at work, as a professional. Like you didn't know them personally. Everyone, including Jungkook.

He felt his heart drop to his stomach. Could it be that you...forgot about him? It couldn’t really be, right? How would you actually be able to, you really...in this moment your eyes crossed again and something flickered in your eyes, a facade crumbled for a few seconds only. It was an amused twinkle, like a cheeky wink and a minimal curl of your lips. 

Acknowledgement.

And Jungkook’s heart did multiple flips, breath caught in his throat and eyes widened.

You had started with the questions, keeping the conversation light and flowing. The vibe in the room was comfortable and built up on mutual respect - yet Jungkook felt as if he was sitting on red-hot needles. He wanted to talk to you, ask about how you had been, what you were doing (if you had a boyfriend) if you were happy, if you got a cat, how your mother’s little business was going (he’d anonymously purchased countless items, to support your family), if your favourite colour still was cyan blue and your still religiously bought Pajeon and Makgeolli on rainy days, if you ever spent a second of your day thinking of him (because he did).

Him, your somewhat ex-best friend from highschool, him, the one you spent hours talking to in the ungodly hours of the morning, him who you had lost your first kiss to (though lost wasn’t the right word: you gave it to him more like). Him who you had poked fun of when the first girl approached him in his Rookie days and he’d been flustered to no end.

Him, who had promised to you that he wouldn’t abandon your friendship and yet the two of you drifted apart anyways.

Not for the lack of trying on either side though. Jungkook’s schedule had just become even fuller, his nights shorter, training longer and fans more obsessive. And you had seen each other less often, greetings were shorter and late night talks turned into good night wishes over text quicker.

You on your part weren’t mad, a little disappointed maybe. Sad for sure, but not mad. After all, you had expected it to turn out like that. So had the rest of your little circle, Haneul, Hwang, Kyong and Myunghee. Whilst the five of you had supported Jungkook on his journey with all you’ve got, you all tried to overcome the obvious pain of him drifting off.

Some (mainly Hwan and Kyong) with working harder in school for example. You did that too, but sometimes you also partied a little harder, were awake at three AM a little more often, missed him a lot more. It hurt letting someone you love go.

Jungkook and you had always been a bit...closer. Why you didn’t know, how you couldn’t possibly explain. But you were and him rising into the heights and new dimensions of being an idol destroyed this almost completely. This strange world of fame, those walls of flashing cameras, the flow of expensive goods and seas of screaming people, that was his world. He was a star, figuratively and somewhat literally. He shone more radiant, higher, longer, prettier and too bright for an innocent, young love to coexist.

So you stayed behind, soon having lost his number due to him having to change it, his contact information soon had less to say than what you could find on the internet.

His new hair colour? Well, you could google it. Height? Current weight? Several fan sights knew the answer. Achievements? The internet again.

 It was strange, ridiculous to some extent. And it hurt. But you couldn’t blame him, so you never did.

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When you had heard that you would be interviewing BTS last week you could help but feel scared. You hadn’t seen him face to face for three or so years, three years with no FaceTime, texting, three years of not seeing his bunny smile, smiled just for you.

And when you had seen him again, laid eyes on him for the first time in thirty-five months, you realised that nothing you ever felt for him had faded away. It was all the same again, your heart still jumped in your chest and your stomach still fluttered whenever he did as much as breathing. The only thing that had changed was his height and him having had the biggest glow up you had witnessed in your life, yours included – though this Jungkook would disagree vehemently. 

This Jungkook who got pulled out of his thoughts and memories almost violently, as you directed a first question at him only.

“I…” he started, gulping hardly, having forgotten the question already halfway.

“Sorry I can’t – how have you been?” you stopped shortly, stunned and a tad confused at first. You hadn’t expected him to be so bold. Or clumsy, for that matter. Yet you couldn’t help but giggle, and all the unsaid words and ignored truths between the two of you disappeared into smoke, taking all tension with them. Just like that.

“I’ve been fine, Gukie. Busy. Long-time no see, hm. How about you?” somewhere behind the cameras someone dropped a pen and there were multiple gasps being heard. The rest of the bangtan boys didn’t look any better; Jimin had his mouth open, Taehyung was looking back and forth between the two of you, Yoongi just froze, Jin and Hoseok had clasped their hands in front of their mouths and Namjoon just looked like someone poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

But Jungkook? Jungkook was smiling widely, his bunny smile, smiled just for you. 

“Busy too. Yes, very long time no see.” He replied sheepishly, a small laugh escaping his lips as he looked around the dead silent studio. “Why…how do you know each other?” Yoongi finally asked, eyes snapping back and forth between the two of you.

“Well I guess we have to tell them now. We know each other from back in Highschool. We were pretty close friends back then.” You explained softly, giving him a small smile. Jungkook nodded quickly. “My apologies. I didn’t wanted to completely ruin the interview but…I haven’t seen you in three or so years. Sorry.” You waved it off. “It’s okay, Jungkook. We will catch up later, alright?” Jungkook nodded, making the mistake of looking over to Namjoon, who looked like he finally understood everything. “Is that why you were so…never mind.” He ended in a mumble and Jungkook was glad he did.

⋄

The second the interview was officially finished and all the cameras shut off, Jungkook was on his feet and approaching you. He didn’t even care about formalities anymore as he just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

The first thing he noticed was that he couldn’t nestle his face in the crook of your neck as easy as he had been able to do in high-school. The second thing was that you had changed your perfume into something more flowery and fresh. The third thing he noticed was how much he liked having you in his arms again, especially because he could now rest his head on top of yours.

The first thing you noticed was how broad your Kookie had become. Broad and tall and firm everywhere. The second thing you noticed was how he smelled more expensive, faintly musky but still very much like Jungkook. A scent you could pick out from a thousand, unique and everything you loved. The third thing you noticed was how familiar and how looked after you felt in his arms, how protected from every harm. You had missed this feeling.

“Aigoo, Junkookie!” Jin yelled from behind, causing you to chuckle embarrassed and trying to break the hug. But Jungkook simply tightened his arms around you, having no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

“Just ignore them. They’ll leave, eventually.” His voice was muffled by the skin on your neck, since he had now buried his face there, taking deep breaths.

“And we?” you asked with a small laugh, not moving either. “We stay. We catch up. Got a lot of that to do.” Sounded good enough to you…just that you had expected them to make a bee-line for the exit after the cameras cut due to their busy schedule.

“Catch up now?” you asked after a few seconds of him still having his arms around you, unmoving. The young man shook his head.

“No…not right now.” He took a deep breath, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin and the fabric of your blouse. 

“In five minutes. Let me just hold you for a little while, you…you have no idea how much I missed you.” 

If he only knew.

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