#me when my friends take 0.5s of me

[n4tsum1-san]

Myriad Celestia Trailer — "If We Had Wings"

[proxythe]

I like to think Ken and Haru attend the same university (they are the same age which is crazy to think about). They don't share a major, but they do have a Gen Ed class together. They are friends for at least six whole months before one of them slips about being a Persona user. They're besties after that.

ken being the same age as the phantom thieves always throws me for a little loop whenever i remember it. my boy… he’s growing up… he’s making friends that are actually his age…

tho, i feel like ken would not be the one to slip. idk he just gives me that vibe. like even if he wanted to say something about it he’d keep it in anyways for whatever reason. he gets a hunch and ignores it. i do think he would enjoy showing haru pictures of koromaru and in return she would show him pictures of morgana

[neverendingford]

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[retiredteabag]

retiredteabag's first smau masterlist

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

〰・♡・You hide an injury from them

〰・♡・Your tampon string broke

〰・♡・Not taking care of yourself

〰・♡・Sudden compliments

〰・♡・“Would you still love me if I was a curse”

〰・♡・A moment of jealousy

〰・♡・0.5 pictures

〰・♡・Jealous of plushies

〰・♡・Missing you while away

〰・♡・Suddenly jumping on them

〰・♡・They’re feeling self-conscious

〰・♡・Booping their nose

〰・♡・Sharing the work drama

〰・♡・Thirst comments about them

-> — (pt. 2)

〰・♡・Calling repeatedly until they’re annoyed

〰・♡・Biting them

〰・♡・Secret gift giving

〰・♡・Just my type

-> — (pt. 2)

〰・♡・Can’t sleep

〰・♡・Untold adoration

〰・♡・Accidental confession

〰・♡・Gas in their diesel engine

〰・♡・Recently lost a loved one

〰・♡・ You get stood up (pre-relationship)

〰・♡・ They accidentally hurt you

-> — (pt. 2)

〰・♡・ Feeling insecure

〰・♡・ $400 “Premium air” prank

〰・♡・ Too hot to cuddle

〰・♡・ Passing out

〰・♡・ The day after your first kiss

〰・♡・ Taking pictures while they/you are sleeping

〰・♡・ Them getting jealous of movers

〰・♡・ Overwhelmed with school

〰・♡・ Apologizing after calling you a name

〰・♡・Asking them to kill a bug

〰・♡・ They hear you raging at a game

〰・♡・“I need you”

〰・♡・ Your family forgot your birthday

〰・♡・ Megumi boyfriend texts

〰・♡・ Scared of the dark

〰・♡・ Going out without them

〰・♡・ You quit your job prank

〰・♡・ They call you another name

-> — (pt. 2)

〰・♡・ First impressions

〰・♡・ Stomach ache

-> — (pt. 2)

-> — (pt. 3)

〰・♡・You flinch *pre-relationship*

〰・♡・Someone disrespects you in public

〰・♡・You flirt with them

〰・♡・ Someone else sends you flowers

〰・♡・ You drop a toxic friend

〰・♡・ Texts when you’re sick

〰・♡・ They ask you to set up a doctors appointment

〰・♡・ You don’t say “I love you” back

〰・♡・ They cheat on you

-> — (pt. 2)

〰・♡・It was all a dream

〰・♡・ They flirt with you

〰・♡・ Asking them to get you period products

〰・♡・ Co-parenting after divorce

〰・♡・ Pre-relationship friends

〰・♡・ Drunk confession

-> — (pt.2)

〰・♡・ Accidentally breaking one of their dishes

〰・♡・ They watch you trying to catch a mosquito

〰・♡・You don't kiss them all day

〰・♡・You burn something while baking

〰・♡・You don't get the job/interview

〰・♡・Sukuna boyfriend texts

〰・♡・Coming up with each other's pet names

〰・♡・Leaving them under the mistletoe

〰・♡・Comforting you around unkind family

〰・♡・You steal their clothes

〰・♡・Non-touchy reader asks for cuddles

〰・♡・Your wallet/purse gets stolen

〰・♡・A moment of jealousy pt. 2

〰・♡・Pre-relationship New Years resolutions

〰・♡・Bare minimum

〰・♡・Turned into a women

-> — (pt.2)

〰・♡・Pre-relationship use of first name

〰・♡・Uncomfortable situation

〰・♡・They have a nightmare

〰・♡・You buy them flowers

[madlori]

On Tommy Kinard

"It's not that I don't like Buck and Tommy, it's just happening so fast, he's underdeveloped!"

*clears throat*

Here is a recap of what we know about Tommy. And this is just off the top of my head, I didn't rewatch anything.

He was closeted at the 118 before and found the atmosphere repressive. He (probably) acted like a dick to fit in. When presented with the chance to make things better, he took it, and developed positive relationships with Hen, Chim and Bobby.

He was in the army and trained there as a pilot.

He knows Muay Thai and has a set up in his house.

He likes to work on cars and has a lift at his house (where TF does he live is my question - he has some nerve being agog at Buck's loft if he has a muay thai gym and a car lift)

He is down for violating departmental policy at the drop of a hat (has done so on at least two occasions) to help a friend and has no problems fucking with the fire chief.

He is a nerd. He likes pub trivia and has incorrect Star Wars opinions, and can keep up with Chim in the movie-quoting department.

His favorite movie is "Love, Actually" and he likes craft beer and monster trucks.

He came out when he transferred to Harbor and felt comfortable enough to stop lying about who he was.

He follows MMA and has friends in Vegas who like him well enough to hook him up to a frankly insane degree.

He'll risk his own life and engage in helicopter skulduggery to save people he doesn't know...I mean, apart from doing that for a living.

He'll take time out of his day to give a tour to the cute boy who called him up and offer to give that boy flying lessons (a significant time investment) which was probably maybe about more one on one time with said boy.

He yearns for the belonging and found family that the 118 became after his departure and probably befriended Eddie hoping to earn a plate at the cookout, aside from just clicking with him.

He likes Eddie and Chris a lot and they like him. Chimney also likes him.

He was attracted to Buck right away and was emotionally aware enough to pick up on Buck's jealous feelings over Eddie and his friendship, even if he was surprised that it was him Buck wanted to get to know.

He respects and values Buck and Eddie's friendship and wanted to make sure Buck knew that.

He's brave enough to shoot his shot by planting one on a dude.

He's a lil bitchy but also generous and ready to throw in with this insane guy who's inviting him to a family wedding after 0.5 dates.

He showed up to a bachelor party when he was on call because Buck asked him to, then showed up in turnouts after fighting a fire for like 12 hours yadda yadda we all know this part.

He has got it BAD for one Evan Buckley, who he only calls "Evan" which according to LFJR is a conscious decision by the writers, which fascinates me.

He was willing to take a chance with a man just discovering his sexuality BUT wasn't willing to put himself through that if the man in question wasn't ready for it. When Buck showed him that he was, he was all in.

He does NOT take his coffee like that.

Oh and

He's a beast.

This is VASTLY more information than we knew about ANY of Buck's previous girlfriends with the possible exception of Abby. Even Taylor did not get this much development over 20 episodes (things we knew about her: she was an ambitious and ethically flexible reporter, did not eat fudge, had a dad in jail, and sometimes jogged for exercise, she was capable of being nice and did love Buck, I believe). And as for it being fast? Sometimes it just be like that? A relationship doesn't have to have year(s) of buildup. Sometimes people do just meet, like each other, and start dating, in fact in the real world that's usually what happens. It's in TV Land that you have to have eighteen seasons of UST before pulling the trigger. Most of the time in reality people just vibe off each other and decide to go out and THEN they learn about each other.

And they've got a great start. You'd think they'd barely spoken by how a few naysayers are talking about it - the loft scene was like a solid five minutes of very open conversation, the Cringe Date seemed to have gone well and again, open and honest (if cringey) conversation before Cockblocker Eddie showed up, and the coffee meetup was again....open and honest conversation. They're not gonna show us long scenes of them exchanging firefighting stories and workout preferences (I mean, I'd watch that, but it's not what the show is about).

In conclusion, anyone saying he's poorly developed or the relationship is "out of nowhere" either is being willfully obtuse or has ridiculously unrealistic expectations for relationships and/or what constitutes character development.

As for whether they have chemistry, that's a matter of subjective opinion. Given that a TON of people watched that harbor tour scene (even when it was posted as a sneak peek) and started going "wait...what's going on here...are they flirting??" might be a clue. People were talking about Bi!Buck maybe happening with Tommy based solely off that clip of the harbor tour and what they were seeing between them. And imho that loft scene was crackling. But we all see things through the lenses of our biases, myself included.

Got that off my chest, whew.

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ parents these days - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝖽，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾

🝮

landonorris

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landonorris we miss our mommy

georgerussell63 Who left you in charge of a 1 month old and a 2 year old?

⤷ landonorris i’m their dad??

⤷ georgerussell63 And??

yn i miss my boys too 🥹🥹 & don’t forget to pick up mathéo’s ointment

♥︎ by author

⤷ all4lando she’s such a mom i love it 😭

francisca.cgomes our??

⤷ landonorris she was my mommy first

⤷ francisca.cgomes you’re disgusting

joris__trouche Justice for Malachi 💔 0.5’s are not his friend 😞

⤷ yn are you implying my son doesn’t look cute joris?? 🤨

⤷ joris__trouche Nonono you and lando make the most beautiful babies in the world

leclerc_pascale My boys 🥰 We need to gave a family dinner soon

⤷ landonorris YES PLEASE i’m in need of your pasta right now

⤷ leclerc_pascale Come over and bring the boys, I just made some

⤷ landonorris already in the car

arthur_leclerc i bet they miss uncle art so much 🥰 i’m coming over right now dw

⤷ landonorris i’m locking the door

⤷ arthur_leclerc girl…i have a spare key

⤷ yn since when?

⤷ arthur_leclerc me & charles snuck in when you guys were sleeping 🥰

⤷ charles_leclerc Hey don’t expose me

🝮

yn

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yn back with my boys 🤍

landonorris first

leclerc_pascale Have fun on your date night my babies!! Love you two 🥰🥰

⤷ lorenzotl Not to much fun though, I don’t need another nephew right now

⤷ arthur_leclerc seriously do you guys ever just lay in bed?

⤷ landonorris i am incapable of that you’re lucky we’re not on baby number 6

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh!

maxverstappen1 Pussy whipped

⤷ landonorris damn right

charles_leclerc Finally he wouldn’t stop calling me to tell me he misses you

alexandrasaintmleux The sweetest baby boys 🥹 I love them so much

⤷ landonorris woah now i’m a devoted and loyal husband to y/n alexandra

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😐 blocked

carlossainz55 I miss my nephews I will be over soon to kidnap them ❤️

⤷ yn sounds great los ���🏽

⤷ sharls_leclercussy “los” i’m crying 🥹

danielricciardo Gurl boss ✊🏽

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landonorris

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landonorris moms such a party pooper 💔 she wouldn’t let me paint the boys yellow and dress them up as minions

charles_leclerc Do you all just lay in bed all day? And do nothing?

⤷ landonorris would you like it to be just me and y/n in bed alone doing something?

⤷ charles_leclerc I will come sleep in between you two lando norris

mlnmarta Chiara misses Mathéo & Malachi!! We need to visit soon 🤍

⤷ yn yess come over!!

georgerussell63 We must make this happen I can’t get the image out of my head

francisca.cgomes hot mama 😍😍🥵

⤷ landonorris real she can spank me anytime she wants

⤷ mclaren Please do not make us take over your social media again Lando.

yn i’ll put you in timeout

⤷ landonorris please do 🫦🫦

🝮

yn

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yn my babiesss 🤍 living my dream

carmenmmundt So happy for you baby 🥹 You’re so cute I miss you

⤷ yn carmen ilysm 😭💝

alexandrasaintmleux Seriously though, our shopping date when? 🤨🤨

⤷ yn tomorrow 😫

francisca.cgomes MILF MILF MILF

⤷ carmenmmundt MILF MILF MILF

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux MILF MILF MILF

⤷ lilymhe MILF MILF MILF

⤷ lilyzneimer MILF MILF MILF

⤷ landonorris MILF MILF MILF 🤤🥵🍆🍑

landonorris let me put another baby in you please please please mommy 😈😈😫🍆

⤷ yn lando…we’ve talked about what’s appropriate to comment and what’s not

⤷ mclaren Come on bro 😔

⤷ francisca.cgomes take away his social media rights‼️‼️‼️

leclerc_pascale My beautiful girl and her beautiful family🥰

lilymhe ok period aesthetic queen

haileybeiber literally my pintrest board

carla.brocker i miss you sweet girl 💕

⤷ yn i miss you we need to have a sleepover soon 🥹

⤷ flowers444yn y/n still having sleepovers as a wife and mom of 2 kids is so on brand

landoslove this post was for the girls

⤷ landonorris don’t forget lando 😍😇🥰

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landonorris

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landonorris Enjoying Barcelona with my family ❤️

arthur_leclerc yk it’s not lando because he’s using auto caps

thisistotallynotlando they didn’t take away my burner account 🤣🫵🏽 i can’t be stopped

♥︎ 1,729,143

alex_albon free lando till it’s backwards ✊🏽

pierregasly YOU WILL BE AVENGED LANDO

georgerussell63 This definitely sounds like lando 👍

oscarpiastri Very convincing

slutmeoutlewis they actually took over his account again 😭

hoeforsainzzz justice for lando

thisistotallynotlando not gonna be a little family for long 😈

lordperceval petition for lando to get his account back ✊🏽

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yn

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yn do you wanna play mermaids with us?

alexandrasaintmleux My love 🫦🫦

beloved.hamilton where are mathéo & malachi at??

⤷ yn with their dad 😊

carmenmmundt My mermaid tail is purple

oscarpiastri Come back down lando can’t talk to you cause they took his phone and he’s tweaking

⤷ sharls.eclair THEY TOOK HIS PHONE 😭

francisca.cgomes damn ma

leclerc_pascale Beautiful girls ❤️

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🥰🥰❤️

⤷ yn thank you maman 🤍

charles_leclerc My girls ♥️♥️

⤷ yn ♥️

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 💋♥️

mclaren i miss you baby - lando

⤷ maxverstappen1 LMFAO GIRL 💀

⤷ sharls_lerklerk max?? 😭

landosfootfungus where’s lando’s comment?? 😪

⤷ yn he’s in social media jail rn

lilymhe SO GORGEOUS UGH 😫

georgerussell63 The last slide is actually lando and y/n is you guys didn’t know

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux Actually 🤓☝🏽

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landonorris

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landonorris 3 weeks of good behavior and i got my account back. and what did i do in those 3 weeks of good behavior? i got my wife pregnant again 😊

arthur_leclerc sick bastard (i’m so excited)

lorenzotl I jinxed it 😪

yn baby girl norris?? 😇

leclerc_pascale Can’t wait to meet my new grand baby 🥰

alexandrasaintmleux yayaya so happy rn

carmenmmundt You two make the cutest babies it’s not even funny 🥹🥹

francisca.cgomes YESYESYES SO EXCITED

joris__trouche Crazyy congrats you two 💞

maxfewtrell Leave that poor girl alone

carlossainz55 UNCLE CHILI 🌶️❤️

flavy.barla Awhh so happy for you two 💗

ciscanorris Another one! 🩵🩷

charles_leclerc WHY DO YOU DO THIS?? MY BABY SISTER?? JUST LAY IN BED AND SLEEP ONCE IN A WHILE OH MY FUCK

⤷ lilymhe anways…CONGRATULATIONS 🥹

🝮

yn

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yn matthew senna norris 🤍

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landonorris i love you baby thank you giving me everything i’ve ever wanted and more ♥️

⤷ yn i love you more

⤷ landonorris i love you the most

alexandrasaintmleux baby matty 🥹🥹

leclerc_pascale Another boy, are we surprised? He’s the cutest boy in the world

georgerussell63 Coming over now

carmenmmundt Stopp how cute 💗

charles_leclerc Je t'aime ma petite étoile

⤷ sharlsworld “i love you my little star”

arthur_leclerc project senna

mclaren Future world champ 🧡

lorenzotl Maybe another one isn’t so bad

oscarpiastri Malachi is barley 2 months old??

⤷ landonorris i want a football team. it’s not my fault my wife is so sexy and i’m horny 25/8???

francisca.cgomes auntie kiki is coming baby!! 💓

lilymhe cutie boy 🥹🩵

maxverstappen1 Now get a vesectomy lando ❤️

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[tthoroughfare]

garden daisy (part 2) // ellie williams

*･゜ﾟ･* summary: ellie makes a new friend, and you feel all weird about it.

*･゜ﾟ･* pairing: modern!ellie x reader

*･゜ﾟ･* content: sfw

*･゜ﾟ･* length: 1.6k

this is part two of this series! find part one here

okay so i feel like the way i've organized this series is kind of confusing as it started as a random blurb... technically part one is this blurb however the real story starts in the xmas fic! the blurb just kind of exists floating around somewhere before the events of that and sets up the dynamic. call it part 0.5 i guess. also i'm so sorry if ur name is haley it was genuinely the first name i thought of hahaha

after christmas, once you’re all settled back into life at college, ellie gets a new job. it’s just a few shifts a week at a music store, but she seems to be enjoying it. you’re happy for her; it’s nice to see her getting out of the apartment more, doing something that allows her to be in her element.

but then she starts mentioning a girl she works with. like, a lot.

“dude, look at what haley sent me today, i was dying.”

“haley had, like, the coolest shirt on at work.”

“oh my god, so i found out haley likes comics, too.”

at first, it doesn’t really bother you. then, it’s a case of you trying not to let it bother you. why even should it? she’s allowed to make new friends; her life doesn’t revolve around you.

still, you don’t like the way your chest starts to twist every time she gets mentioned, every time you see ellie smiling at her phone. you can hear them on facetime frequently through the thin walls of your apartment, and you more often than not end up shoving your headphones in to drown it out.

they start spending time together outside of work, too. she mentions that they’re going to see an exhibit together on a shared day off, and it takes everything for you to look up from your laptop, give her a tight smile and utter, “cool.”

you can tell she’s a bit dispirited by your reaction, like she’s debating saying something. she leaves it, though, just nodding once and pursing her lips before walking away. you kick yourself for it immediately — wishing you’d tried harder to appear enthusiastic for her. you’re worried it could be the seed of a wedge being driven.

it’s not like she’s completely neglected your friendship. you live together. you see her every day. she still gently knocks at your ajar door, poking her head around and asking if you want to watch a movie with her. you make dinner together on friday nights, something you’d done since you moved out of the dorms and got a semi-decent place.

you’re just so used to it being the two of you. sure, you both have other friends, but you’re best friends. you can’t help but feel a little uneasy all of a sudden someone new is making their way up the ladder, ellie not having quite as much time for you anymore.

at least, that’s what you tell yourself the reason is. you know the real one.

you eventually meet the esteemed haley when she comes over to hang out, and to your petty dismay she well and truly lives up to the boasting. you’ve seen pictures of her (as in, you found her on instagram and stalked her at two in the morning), but she’s even prettier in person. she’s sweet, too, giving you a hug and saying how great it is to finally meet you. ellie talks about you all the time, apparently.

the evening’s spent with the tv on, a few drinks sipped. you’re on one side of the couch, ellie on the other, new friend in the middle. you hate how genuinely likeable she is; she goes out of her way to speak to you, asking you questions about yourself and chatting jovially when you find common ground. she’s cool, smart, witty — it’s impossible not to compare yourself, and feel subpar. like old news.

and you wish you weren’t, but you’re reading into every little thing. the way the two of them easily bounce off of each other’s jokes, the way you can see even where you’re from how ellie’s eyes light up when she looks at her. deciding three’s a crowd and you’re just hurting your own feelings, you call it pretty early.

when you stand after finishing your drink and announce that you’re going to bed, you note the way that ellie’s face drops. “oh… really?”

you scrunch your nose, trying to sound untroubled. “yeah, i’m kinda tired, so…”

“m’kay,” she replies, chewing slightly at the inside of her cheek. she knows you better than that. since you first met, you’ve never been ‘kinda tired’ by nine.

after a pause and a quick look back and forth between the two of you, haley gives you a smile, reiterating her earlier statement. “well, it was so nice to meet you, anyway.”

you return it, nodding. your eyes flit to ellie for a split-second. “yeah, you too. see you both later.”

with that, you place your glass in the sink across the room and head off down the hall.

you change and get ready for bed, although the plan was never to sleep. you’re nestled under a blanket, lights dim and a candle burning as you keep your eyes trained on the bullshit stream of youtube videos you’d put on. you’re not really paying attention, mind well and truly elsewhere; simultaneously feeling sorry for yourself, and like the most petty, mean person in the world.

you feel pathetic for wishing ellie’s new friend wasn’t so easy to get along with. she came off as a nice person, and not in a sickly, fabricated way. you could understand how she’d easily tugged ellie out of her shell. a part of yourself had been secretly hoping she was irritating, or bitchy, or weird towards you — you just wanted something to latch onto, something to validate all the uncomfortable emotions that had been swirling ever since she became prominent.

but there was nothing. now all you’re left with is a weird bitterness towards a perfectly normal, sweet girl, her only crime being fetching up a childish possessiveness within you.

you don’t even understand why you’re like this over her in particular; ellie was always an introvert, but it wasn’t like she was a complete recluse. she’d had a serious girlfriend in high school, seen a couple of girls your first year of college, and you don’t remember feeling anywhere near how you are right now. you just guessed you didn’t have as much understanding of how you looked at her back then, combined with the domesticity of now having your own real place luring you into a warped way of thinking.

you hear haley leave around an hour and a half after you’d taken yourself to bed, followed by ellie shuffling around the kitchen space. the tap runs and there are a few clinks as she washes then places the three glasses to dry, hitting the lights off. her room’s further down the hall from yours, and she hesitates as she’s making her way there.

a few light taps sound from the other side of the door. “you asleep?”

“… no,” you call out softly, watching as it cracks open and ellie picks her way in. wordlessly, she plops herself onto the bed next to you, arm behind her head. you shift away a little, offering her more room.

“what’re you watching?”

“uh…” grabbing the remote, you pause the video for a beat so the title shows. you’re not even sure; you’d just selected the first you saw, then let the rest autoplay. “… ‘six most disturbing forest encounters caught on camera’.”

she chuckles. “spooky.”

“eh… they’re all fake.” you look up at her, smiling a little.

“could’ve fooled me.”

“i’m sure,” you laugh lightly, feeling the need to turn away when she goes to meet your eyes.

it’s quiet for a while, but you can sense she wants to say something. it’s not like one of the times she waltzes into your room simply to hang out, sit at the side of one another peacefully.

“you okay?” she eventually asks gently, turning her head to regard you. you don’t meet it.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“you sure? ‘cause… i don’t know. you seem a little…”

“i’m all good.” glancing up, you offer an unconvincing, flickery smile. “don’t worry.”

“… okay.”

you can tell it offers no comfort, but she doesn’t push it. just settles further into the bed, scratching at her chin.

her eyes dart from the tv screen to the wall, then back to you. “haley’s cool, right? guessed you guys would get along.”

“yeah, she seems nice.”

she’s really not being subtle; but then again, neither are you. you’d been perfectly friendly while you were all together, but the way you’d disappeared coupled with your increasingly half-hearted responses whenever she was brought up pointed elsewhere.

“seriously, what’s up?” she turns onto her side to face you, resting her head on her arm. “i don’t like this.”

you roll your eyes, sighing as you turn, mirroring her. “it’s stupid.”

“what’s stupid?”

your mind flashes with a million ways you can get an overview of your feelings out, without having to tell her the root cause. “i don’t know, i’m just… like, used to it being… y’know, me and you.”

she pulls a face, letting out a fond scoff and furrowing her brow. “what do you mean?”

a tiny groan sounds from your throat, fingertips rubbing at your eye. “i’m just being stupid. fuckin’ embarrassing.”

laughing quietly again, she narrows her eyes a little. “what, are you, like… jealous?”

“no, i just… i don’t know. ignore me.” you’re trying to ignore the way you can feel your cheeks heat up when she says that word. you’d known all along that’s what you were, but being confronted with it is a whole other sensation entirely.

she doesn’t say anything for a moment, just keeps a small smirk on her face and looks down. “that is stupid.”

“right. thanks.”

“no, like…” subconsciously shuffling closer, her leg brushes yours. she quickly moves it. “dude, i can have other friends, but no-one’s gonna be you.”

you blink, thrown by her sincerity. you’d half-expected her to poke a little fun, call you a dumbass. she continues, your eyes meeting hers as she settles her head into the palm of her hand. “you’re always gonna be my best friend.”

yeah, i know, you think. that’s the problem.

[lilacgaby]

title: entranced.

pairing: katsuki x fem! reader.

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

katsuki was destined for greatness. everyone told him so, it was engrained in his mind from the moment his quirk manifested.

as a kid, he was top of the hill always, king of his crew, every game they'd play would leave him the champion. he was the fastest, the strongest, the coolest.

his ego fluctuated with every new person he'd meet, how he felt none could match up to the god-given power of his, until his last year of junior high you joined his class.

you, who hung around deku, not minding that he was quirkless.

you, who he found so entralling.

you didn't really socialize to the other classmates, so he didn't know what your quirk was..

at least not until the teacher announced you and deku were applying for U-A beside him. he scoffed, "you two? heroes? don't make me laugh, maybe you'll be lucky enough to be assistants at my agency, and that's a huge if, quirkless idiots."

"i'm not quirkless, and midoriya isn't an idiot. so take your foot out of your ass and learn to respect people." you grabbed midoriya's hand and guided him out.

that was the first time you ever spoke to him and he didn't have a rebuttal.

he glared as you two walked out the hallways together, his pack of goons followed him as he walked down the alleyway. they ran away when he got captured by the villain.. but you. you and deku ran against the crowd to go save him. despite how he insulted the two of you.

that was the first time he'd seen your quirk. behind deku who was aimlessly scrapping the gooey flesh of the villain attempting to take him over, you had taken to making magma rock, that turned to lava upon contact, and burned the flesh of the villain. this caused the villain to create an opening, that allowed allmight to save him.

he didn't talk to you after that, he didn't have the chance. the most you'd given him after that was a nod.

he saw you everywhere and in everything now. in the orange flowers, in the dandelions, in the way the clouds shaped.

he wasn't looking for you in the entrance exam, no way. but when he saw the familiar silhouette of your body next to deku's, he felt his heart race. you looked amazing, your body a bit more toned now, he assumed youve been training alongside deku all this time.

he wasn't looking at you.. but, he saw the look on your face as you pouted, mouthing to deku the session you were placed in. he was in the same one.

he wasn't looking for you or anything, but when he spotted the aftermaths of your quirk, referring to the massive amoungs of molten iron from the pointed robots, he sped up.

the sight of you in action sent cupid's arrow through his heart.

you, now covered in the magma rock yourself, with your hair being the main source of the lava pooling around the exam center. the robots turning to nothing as you blast each shot with pinpoint accuracy, the small sighs you'd occasionally let out birthing fire from your mouth.

there was now a range of symbols, red and apparent, marking your body. from your face to your arms and even your legs. he was in utter awe of the chaos, yet elegance of your quirk.

you were breathtakingly horrifying.

as soon as time was up, he'd gotten the top score of course. but it wasn't by a landslide as he'd hoped, because you were only 0.5 points away.

he'd hoped to see you again. and he did, in class 1-a, you'd taken a spot next to deku again, and a girl with pink cheeks. he tsked as he put his feet on his desk, prompting a guy with engines on his legs to reprimand him.

he was deeply moved whether you used your quirk, whether it was in the quirk physicals, team battles, or mock missions.

he didn't know how or why, but he'd managed to become friends with you. along with the rest of his group, or the people that followed him around and forcibly made him their friend, you'd hang around.

his conversations with you were usually short, he didn't know how to talk to you. you made him feel weird, a feeling he never really understood.

not until their first encounter with villains that is.

the second they were teleported, he was on a mission to look for you. kirishima walking behind him as he tried to find you and make sure you were okay.

but when he saw you cornered by a group? he went rabid, sending shot after shot onto them until they were unconscious. he helped you stand up. "you okay?" he held your hands in his.

"i.. im fine bakugo. thank you."

he felt his face flush, he was lucky his hands were covered by his outfit, because he was sweating inhumanely. you finally let go of his hands, making him sigh before you suggested, "let's go regroup with the others, k?"

he nodded, and joined back in the fight.

he got more comfortable with you after that, holding your hand seemed to be casual for you two now. he sat beside you at lunch, his hand on your thigh as you two ate. you trained together, studied together, hung out in his room together.

napped together once, his heart leaping out of his chest when he realized it wasn't a vivid dream, and that you really were next to him.

when he was kidnapped you were apart of the group who saved him, giving all for one a nasty burn on his bald head.

after that, he realized how you were on his mind constantly.

he wondered if you ate, if you slept, if you studied, how you scored.

when you were training at the agencies if you'd be safe, he knew you were capable, but because of the destructive quality of your quirk you couldn't use it often.

he'd confess his nightmares to you on late night calls. how the phantom pain of being suffocated would sometimes come back to him, how he hated being approached from behind.

and he'd go to bed, his heart racing when you confessed yours. "honestly.. my biggest nightmares are about losing you."

you were even on his mind when he died. alongside all-might and deku, stood you. he wanted your validation, he wanted to be a hero to you, that's what he thought about in his last moments.

when he was revived, he saw you in the hospital. you were alive. except for the severe burns on your arms from your body's over exertion, the only other wound was in your stomach.

his heart ached as he saw you. there was a gash in your stomach.

after weeks of rehabilitation, he couldn't take it anymore.

he bowed his head to you, confessing his feelings that had been boiling over for years. your arms were still bandaged and one of his was still in a cast. you grabbed his face, pulling him up to yours before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. you kept him there after, looking into his red eyes.

"i've liked you too for a while, bakugo."

"katsuki."

"...katsuki."

you started dating. he worked to strengthen his hand, as you worked to up your bodies tolerance for your quirk. throughout the years you'd grown even closer. he got you a gorgeous promise ring, scratching the back of his head as he said, "it's just a placeholder for the next one. so, sorry if it's--" you cut him off with a hug and a kiss.

you graduated alongside eachother, where he gave another speech and you had to try your hardest not to burst out laughing at the memory of his first one.

you both worked hard, becoming pro heroes, and surprisingly

becoming popular because you two were dating.

you'd constantly be caught out together. photos of katsuki's smiles as you smear frosting on his nose, you two laying down on a picnic blanket and staring into each others eyes, you two walking around the streets.

sometimes you'd catch him watching your fights. could you blame him? he thought you were gorgeous, always. but especially when you were fighting. the look on your face, your actions, your confidence,

it'd send him spiraling.

you attended gala's together, him at your side. you've received thousands of modeling contracts, but you only accept ones that'd let you pose with katsuki.

you still made him nervous after all this time, so he'd audibly gulp whenever you circled him, striking poses so he'd laugh.

you became the nation's couple, which shocked the two of you to no avail.

he proposed to you on your 5th anniversary. true to his word, the ring was extravagant, it glimmered from all angles. he explained, looking into your eyes as he held your hand, "i could never find anything as gorgeous as you, but i hope it comes close."

your wedding was huge. you actually had two, one for close friends and family, where his mother took the reign to plan everything since you two were so busy.

and a huge public one, media and journalists allowed to see the million dollar wedding you two had to celebrate your years together, and katsuki's undying infatuation with you.

he was wrong though, because he did find something as gorgeous as you.

your beautiful baby girl that you welcomed to the world.

[numinousher]

SHAKESPEARE WOULDN’T 𓇢𓆸 jungkook.

summary: jungkook falls in love with a girl in a club, not knowing it was secretly his best friend. though, he comes to confuse her with her own best friend and falls for the wrong person.

pairing: best friend!jungkook x f!reader

genre: best friends to lovers, angst to fluff, misunderstanding

word count: 14k

note: just watched 3d again and those outfits? ideas

“I love you so much, hun.”

You pushed Jungkook away rather playfully, rolling your eyes at his words. “Shut up.” At hearing you dragging out your words, Jungkook laughed a bit. “I just got you that smoothie you’ve been craving, calm down.”

“Can’t I appreciate you?” Jungkook questioned, raising an eyebrow your way as he took a sip of his drink and continued taking silly pictures of you in 0.5. You mentally cursed yourself for showing him that angle and dismissed his comment off with a wave of your hand. You snatched his phone away from his hands. It's your turn to take those silly pictures of him now. “Also, are you going to want me to pick you and the girls up?”

“If you want,” you simply answer with a small smile etched on your face. You sit down beside him on the couch of his apartment and hear him huff. “Though, we were going to leave together so don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I worry, that’s why I’m offering to pick you up,” he chuckled. He continued sipping on his smoothie, glancing between you and the movie playing in the background before passing you the drink. “You know I don’t like it when your friends make you drive when you drink.” He frowned, a scoff escaping his lips as he recounted how one of your friends acted when she was drunk. “I hate it even more when they’ve drunk and they drive you. It’s not safe for them. Not safe for you.”

You ignored the way your heart fluttered at his comment and patted his arm, the one littered with ink and fully exposed since he’s wearing a tight gym shirt. After all, he had asked you if you wanted to come over after his gym workout session and after he took a shower, leaving you waiting impatiently until he texted he was done. When you questioned the choice of clothing, he simply told you he loved wearing those type of shirts since they were comfortable.

“If it makes you feel better,” you started, picking on your nails as you gave him back his drink after taking a few sips, “we’ll order an Uber or something.”

“Or something.” He scoffed, muttering the same words you used as if not believing that you had the nerve to say those to him. He did not play around with your safety and you knew that. “I’ll pick you guys up.”

“If you’re not busy.” You smiled, your eyes lighting up when you saw Jungkook lift his arm up to invite you to sit next to him, his other hand picking up his ringing phone.

“Never busy for you,” he said nonchalantly as if his words didn’t cause your heart to beat even faster. He answered his phone before placing it on speaker. He continued to watch the movie without even glancing at who was on the other end. “Hello?”

“Hey! Wanna go to the club Saturday?” You automatically recognized the voice of Namjoon, considering the fact he and Jungkook stuck to the hip and if you weren’t calling him, Namjoon would. “Jimin is begging the group to go and since you’re not reading the texts, I’m calling you because he needs an answer.”

“I’m with Y/n, you know I don’t use my phone.” Namjoon quickly greeted you. “What club, though?” He patiently waited as Namjoon answered. “Oh!” He looked down at you. “Isn’t that the club you’re going to?” You nodded. “Yeah, I’m down to go. It’ll make it easier for me to keep an eye on Y/n.”

“Namjoon, please take him away,” you playfully whined into the phone, receiving a deep chuckle from the man on the other line. “He’s literally going to scare off the hoes.”

“Just don’t tell him what you’re wearing, Y/n,” Namjoon requested and though it was meant to be more of a joking matter, you agreed almost instantly.

Jungkook covered your mouth. “Don’t give her any ideas.” Namjoon laughed at hearing his tone. “She’s going to do that now thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome. But, I’ll hang up now. I just wanted to ask you that before Jimin went crazy.”

“It’s a good thing you did.”

“I’ll let you two get back to your movie. Bye, Y/n!”

“Bye, Joon!” You exclaimed now that Jungkook had taken his hand away from your mouth. Namjoon hung up and you snuggled up back to Jungkook’s side.

“I shouldn’t expect an outfit pic tomorrow, huh?” Jungkook sighed almost defeatedly. A giggle escaped your mouth and he groaned at seeing your head shaking. “Let’s see if I can find you.”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

“How’s Jungkook by the way?”

You rolled your eyes at hearing one of your girl best friends (and roommate), Da-hee, tease you with the name of the man she and the others knew you had a crush on. It wasn’t anything hidden and they all teased you that he might have some feelings for you with the way he looked at you and how he acted around you. If anything, you and Jungkook were too blind to see the others advances towards one another.

”Do not start,” you warned with a playful tone in your voice, hiding your smile as you grabbed the clothes, Sumi, your other friend, and Da-hee had chosen for you to wear. you. It was something your friends wanted to try—picking each other’s clothes—and even Da-hee’s outfit was handpicked by the two of you. She loved it. “He’s doing good. He might be going to the club we’re going to and he said he wants to give us all a ride home because he wants us safe.”

“In other words,” Da-hee started, leaning back against her hands on your bed, “he wants you to be safe.”

You stayed quiet and left to the bathroom to change. “Shut up.”

Da-hee and Sumi laughed before Da-hee stepped away to open the door of your apartment once she heard a bunch of scattered, hurried knocks. She opened it, expecting it to be your 3 other friends, but Jungkook stood there with his hands in the pockets of his oversized leather jacket. Of course.

“Is Y/n here?” He asked.

“She’s changing,” Da-hee answered. She arched a brow. “Do you want me to pass a message? Because she told me not to let you in so you couldn’t take a peek of her outfit.”

That sentence made Jungkook groan. He shook his head and pinched his nose with his ring-cladded fingers.

“I thought she would forget and not actually go with it,” he breathed out. He looked up at Da-hee who was watching him with amusement, something she usually did whenever he would come over. “Just tell her to call me when you guys are leaving. I’m giving you guys a ride back.”

“Aw, I’ll tell my best friend her bodyguard wants her safe,” Da-hee teased, her hand going up to rest above the place where her heart resided in. She was mocking him and he knew, because it was obvious to everyone he was your best friend, and he disliked it when Da-hee took the title of being your best friend when it belonged to him.

“Shut up, Da-hee.” He scoffed and much like you, he developed your habit of rolling your eyes. He did it pretty often since you tend to do it too much. “Just tell her to text me when she gets there and please be careful with the Uber. I have her location on, yes, but be careful regardless.”

“Yes, sir,” Da-hee said, saluting to his requests.

He huffed and looked over her shoulder. He raised his hand and curtly nodded. “Hi, Sumi.”

“Hi, Jungkook.” Sumi waved back rather enthusiastically.

He then let his eyes travel down to meet Da-hee’s own. “My best friend.”

“That’s what you think, idiot.”

Very much like siblings, he flipped her off and left, clearly upset he wasn’t able to see you. She could only laugh at seeing his defeated expression.

Closing the door, she walked back to your room to see you looking at yourself in the mirror, checking to see if your outfit looked nice.

Watching you put on a new lip tint, you stood back to look at your friend. “Who was it?”

“Your boyfriend and bodyguard.” You rolled her eyes at her explanation, feeling Sumi walk past you to put on her own outfit. “He gave me that exact reaction when I called him the second name.” You slightly chuckled at her teasing and she continued with her sentence. “He just hoped to see a peek of the outfit you were wearing. Nice idea having us choose your outfit because, since Jungkook is always around, he’s seen every outfit you’ve worn.”

“I know, let’s see now how long it takes him to spot me,” you muttered, tilting your head to see if your lip tint escaped your lips. Thankfully, it didn’t.

“Girl, if he was in a room, blindfolded, with about 1000 other women, he would easily recognize you,” Da-hee said, leaning back against your bed. She placed a leg over the other, her heels softly clicking against one another. “Right, Sumi?”

“Right!” Sumi shouted her response from the bathroom.

You shook your head. “Are the girls coming soon?”

“Two of them are done with their auditions,” you nodded along Sumi’s words as she walked out of the bathroom with her gaze on her phone, “and Ye-ji is on her way. She said she just has to change into the outfit you two chose.”

“Aw, we’re going to look so pretty,” Da-hee dramatically sniffed, sitting up a bit to fix the skirt riding up her thighs. She hummed with satisfaction before remembering the words she was going to utter. “We’re going to go to their play next week, right?”

“Duh,” you scoffed out, making sure your purse had everything you needed. “You know I’m a sucker for a good Shakespeare play.”

“Pretty sure you’re in love with the guy or whatever,” Sumi commented, clearly talking about the way you had always fawned over the overly dramatic performances and poetry.

Thanks to your friends who had a love for theater, you were always there for them when they won awards, when they needed someone to criticize them, and when they needed an extra fill for practice. You were basically their dummy, but you loved aiding them through it all and being able to see the final results from the first row, so you didn’t mind helping them.

“I want someone to speak to me like how he made his characters speak to one another,” you breathed out in almost a dreamy-like manner. Sumi and Da-hee watched you. “My man Shakespeare wouldn’t do my love life like how it is right now.”

“He’s dead and he always made his plays end in such a tragedy but, surely, he wouldn’t do that to you,” Da-hee obviously teased as she watched you.

“Shut up,” you groan.

“And, do you really want the man to write you the most horrible tragedy that results in your death?” You eyed Da-hee on the mirror, ignoring the way she was laughing to herself. “I’m just teasing, Y/n, just don’t simp over a dead guy who made such sad pieces of work. For example, Romeo and Juliet. Those children died for each other.”

“Don’t remind me.”

At the end of your sentence, more knocks were heard from your front door as they became harsher and louder. You turned to give Da-hee a small annoyed look.

“Open the door for your annoying ass friends.”

Your roommate, though, could tell you were obviously playing around. It was annoying that your friends' hammered knocks got progressively worse as each second went by, but you liked knowing they joked around.

Da-hee hurried to open it and she came face to face with your three friends: So-yi, Minji, and Ye-ji.

“Sorry, did that annoy you?” Ye-ji jutted out her lip in a teasing matter, seeing the way Da-hee was giving them a stern look. “Also, I’m going to be coming over more often. Saw your neighbor and she’s so attractive.”

“Hell, no, leave her alone,” you piped in, letting your hands wander around your butt to make sure your pants fit right. You felt a rough patch on the left pocket, but ignored it in fear that as soon as you’d notice the design, you wouldn’t like it and wouldn’t like your outfit no more. “She’s a sweetheart and you’re rude.”

“Y/n, you’re literally my favorite out of everyone here,” Ye-ji said with a raise of a brow. You smiled and giggled, letting her know you just wanted her to say it. She rolled her eyes as you laughed “Whatever, I’m not afraid to show my love and affection.”

“Are you guys ready?” So-yi asked, leaning against the door frame of your front door, a hand propped on her hip, much like the title she was given by your group; mom.

“Yep, all done.”

Though, it took you guys around 15 minutes to leave the house due to the fact Sumi wanted to take pictures of everyone and Ye-ji went to get dressed because she stained her shirt with tomato. As soon as she came out of the room, though, you guys wasted more time when she wanted everyone to at least take a shot of alcohol of her choosing. It was a bad mistake trusting her taste because the drink she chose made you all scrunch your faces with disgust and made you all feel dizzy after a sec of downing it.

It was horrible

“So, how’s Jungkook?” Minji asked as you all got into So-yi’s car.

The other girls immediately started making sounds to tease you and you looked away, feeling your entire body heat up. You waved them off with your hand.

“He’s doing good.”

“Is he still being such boyfriend material?” Ye-ji questioned, chuckling to herself once she looked behind her to cast a look at you. “Don’t become shy, Y/n. The amount of nicknames he gives you don’t even make you blink.”

“Oh, yeah,” Da-hee agreed with a shake of her head. “‘I love you so much, hun’, ‘thank you for the food, angel’, and ‘if you’re cold, you can have my sweater, baby.’”

“No way he calls you baby!” Minji exclaimed, clearly shocked at the use of nickname. “No man ever calls you that unless he wants you for real.”

“Well, if he really wanted me, he would ask me out already,” you said. You groaned and dropped your head on the seat. “Do I not give him enough signs?”

“Jungkook literally got told by a friend of his that they like him and he said, and I quote: “I like you as my friend, too,” with a huge smile on his face,” Minji scoffed out, shaking her head at your guys’ friend. After all, Jungkook was one of the girls, though, they all knew you had a thing for him. Thankfully, none of you had the same taste in men. “We’ll see what happens tonight. Maybe good things!”

“Yeah, hopefully.”

Arriving at the club, all of you didn’t make line since the security allowed you to go in almost immediately. Since Ye-ji and Jungkook were so social, they made friends with the security in the front and even made friends with the manager of the place. They knew your faces since you all hung out.

You texted Jungkook that you arrived not so long ago and waited to see if he would find you.

Looking around, you tried spotting Jungkook and remembered it would be easier to spot him since he never strayed away from his usual friend group.

“He’s right there!” Da-hee yelled over the loud music booming off the walls. She gestured towards the group of men by the bar.

You let your squinted eyes get used to the colored lights blinding you and came to find Jungkook’s back facing you.

He looked down at his phone, most likely reading your message, and turned his head to the sides to see if he could spot you. He was drinking and his large jacket was close to enveloping his entire hand as he placed the cup on his lips. His eyes ran around and you made sure to turn around so he wouldn’t see your face. You were just happy your friends walked away to find a table so he wouldn’t automatically spot you all since you were together.

Your phone vibrated against your hand.

i can’t find you hun :(

You smiled and texted him back.

you hate meeee ;-;

You could see his shoulders moving up and down from the laughter escaping his mouth.

A text was immediately sent.

yk i love you more than anyone in this room

i will find you <3

You playfully rolled your eyes at his confidence.

sounds like a threat heh

Namjoon, who was standing next to him, glanced down at the phone in Jungkook’s hand.

will hug you so tight <333

“A simp, I’m telling you,” Da-hee gagged at reading the messages next to you. She looked at you underneath her lashes and scrunched her nose. “Get together already please.”

“Shut up.”

Clubbing was fun. You had your friends, you were drinking, dancing, whatever. It was fun. You loved having a blast with your friends, but you were missing Jungkook’s stare since he didn’t like it when anyone would make you uncomfortable. You weren’t even sure if he had even found you. You did see the amount of people close to the bar and did come to see Jungkook still there. He was talking with Namjoon.

“I like how you and Sumi are kind of matching,” Ye-ji chuckled, gesturing to the color matching clothes you and your other friend had on. You were wearing a pretty white top and denim jeans with such painful heels. Sumi was wearing the same.

You snorted.

“I was surprised!” You spoke loudly, making sure your friend heard you. “I like how we all look good, though!”

“Literally amazing!”

Laughing with Ye-ji, she accidentally bumped into you when a person bumped into her. You bumped into another person who, unluckily, had a drink in her hands.

“I’m so sorry!” The poor girl exclaimed, grabbing some napkins to give you so you could clean off the sticky beverage on your chest that was traveling down to your stomach. You cringed at the feeling.

“It’s okay,” you waved off the girl’s worries, also feeling your shirt cling onto your skin. It felt disgusting. “Don’t worry about it, it was my fault.”

The girl continued apologizing, but you left after making sure she knew you weren’t mad or anything.

Heading towards the bathroom with Da-hee and Ye-ji, they winced at seeing the way you tried separating the wet shirt from your skin. It was sticking to you and they could feel that sensation on them.

“Do me a favor,” you said, dabbing your chest with a wet napkin. Your friends hummed. “Can you go to Jungkook and ask him if he can let me borrow his jacket? The wet patch is turning red.”

“Yeah, I’ll go ask.”

Da-hee immediately left and she bee-lined her way towards the bar to tap Jungkook on the shoulder. He turned to look at her, expecting it to be you, but, much to his disappointment, it was just your roommate. He raised his eyebrows in question, finishing the drink he was sipping.

“What happened?” He asked, turning back around. “Is she okay?”

“No,” Da-hee simply answered with, just to build up unnecessary tension for her entertainment. He started looking around for you. He frowned and let his gaze wander back to her. “She needs your jacket.”

“Alright, let’s go,” he went to stand up, but Da-hee blocked his way with her hand reached out. He groaned to himself. He took off his jacket without question and he was now left bare with his black t-shirt that clung to him, much like yours did. But, your was wet and his wasn’t. “Is she okay, though?”

Da-hee nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry.” She nodded her head to Namjoon in greeting and immediately dashed back to you. She made her way towards the bathroom and didn’t even spare a glance at the other girls there before giving you the jacket.

Putting it on, the jacket engulfed you. The girls awed at the comparison, but you were more into the fact it reached the bottom of your butt. Of course Jungkook got a jacket bigger than his normal size.

“That’s so cute,” So-yi pouted, taking pictures of you at every possible angle. You let out a small “oh my god” and even tried covering your face with your new sweater paws.

Shaking your head out of embarrassment, you walked out and made sure Jungkook’s jacket was zipped up to hide the stain. Maybe it was your sign to go home.

“I think I’m gonna head out,” you huffed out in a defeated manner. Thankfully, all of you did have fun and drank enough so, you were thankful you had a fun time during the hours you were there.

“Aw, okay,” Ye-ji frowned, leaning over to you. “Do you have a ride?”

“Me.” You jumped at hearing the new voice and turned to see Jungkook standing there with a grin. “Girls.”

“Ew, that was so nasty,” Da-hee cringed at his use of words. Jungkook rolled his eyes. He turned to look down at you.

“What happened?” He asked with his brows furrowing together out of worry. You sighed.

“I bumped into some girl after someone bumped into Ye-ji and Ye-hi bumped into me. The girl had a large cup filled with a red drink so all of it spilled on me,” you answered, slightly moving around once you felt the sticky sensation come back. “Can you drop me off? The shirt is fucking annoying me.”

Jungkook nodded before he made sure he had his keys on him. “Yeah, let’s go.” He glanced at his jacket. “Do you want to wear my shirt if it’s uncomfortable?”

“Are you going to walk around shirtless?”

He chuckled. “I’ll wear my jacket.”

You thought about it before nodding. “Yeah, that’s fine then. Just go to the bathroom and tell Namjoon to give it to me so you don’t walk out shirtless.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to see your nips!” Da-hee exclaimed. She and Ye-ji snickered together as they watched you, and caught your friends up with what happened.

“Let’s go.”

After successfully changing shirts, you felt relieved at not feeling the stickiness of your wet shirt clinging onto you. You did feel a bit bad for Jungkook for having to wear his jacket over his bare skin, but he didn’t seem to mind.

You stepped out of the bathroom feeling comfortable now, but stopped in your tracks at coming to see Jungkook and Sumi talking. Out of your entire friend group, the two never talked. You didn’t seem to mind it, but Jungkook had said he usually doesn’t talk with Sumi because she seems very shy around him and he didn’t want to bother her. She never talked to him, either.

“Ready?” Jungkook questioned as soon as he saw you. You nodded.

“I’ll see you later, Sumi,” you said, waving goodbye to her before walking out with Jungkook.

He eyed you.

“My shirt is still so big on you,” Jungkook teased, leaning in a bit to fix your necklace tangling itself around your neck. You snorted.

“You stretched it out with your arms,” you teased back, thanking him after he opened the door for you to get in, his eyes briefly running around the parking lot to make sure no one was being weird. You hopped in and waited for him to buckle you because that’s what he liked doing; buckling your seat belt.

“These arms are the same arms you liked wrapping ribbons around after that little trend you saw,” he commented, closing the door. He walked to his side of the car and quickly got in so he could take off his jacket and change into one of his clean gym shirts. “Do not judge.”

“'I'm not saying anything,” you laughed out loud.

“Mhm, sure. I can literally hear your thoughts.”

Sitting in silence, your phone vibrated against your back pocket as Jungkook began his route to your house.

Grabbing it, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the teasing messages your friends sent not even 5 minutes later.

You texted back but you could feel a sudden energy in Jungkook that had you humming to yourself.

“What is it?” You asked without looking at him.

“What’s what?” He questioned.

You put your phone down and gave him a look. “Really?” He tried his hardest to give you an innocent expression, but you could see right through him. “C’mon spill.”

He softly cleared his throat.

“So, uh, Sumi.”

“What about her?” You asked and you dreaded to hear the rest. You knew what was coming. You weren’t dumb.

“Is she single?” There it was. “I mean, I just… I saw her dancing and she looked so pretty.”

“Really?” He nodded.

“Maybe, um, you can put in a good word for me?” He seemed nervous and you wished you could say no, but that would just be so selfish and rude on your part. “I know it seems so unfair of me to ask because I don’t want you to think I’m using you at all. It’s not like that. I became your friend because I liked you and I still do.”

You gulped and now it was your turn to clear your throat. You plastered on a smile.

“Of course I’ll put in a good word for you,” you said, watching him smile rather widely, his gaze straight ahead since he was driving. “Where did this come from?”

“I just saw her dancing and her energy just attracted me,” Jungkook explained and you wish you hadn’t asked. “When she turned around, I was shocked to see it was her. She’s always so quiet.”

“I’ll help you out tomorrow, yeah?” You asked. He nodded. “We’re going to hang out more tomorrow so I’ll be happy to talk with her.”

“I love you so much, hun.”

“So he’s attracted to Sumi?”

“Yeah,” you replied, sprawled out on your bed to tell Ye-ji and the rest of the girls what happened. Sumi was working last minute and as soon as she left, you wanted to ask the girls their opinion before asking Sumi to go out with Jungkook. Da-hee was working, too, but you made a mental note to let her know what had happened so she wouldn’t be left out.

“What the hell?” Ye-ji breathed out, clearly shocked, too, on your behalf. “Surely Sumi would deny him since she knows you like him.”

“That’s so mean, though,” you frowned, sitting up on your bed to lean against the stuffed animals Jungkook had bought you. You placed one on your lap to fidget with. “I can’t step in because I liked him first.”

So-yi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I just don’t like it, Y/n. We were all sure he liked you! He calls you pet names, he spoils you, let’s you bite him for God’s sake, and there’s so much more.”

“Yeah!” Minji exclaimed, piping in to the conversation to add onto it. She glanced at your friends. “The club! Remember how he, without hesitation, took off his shirt for you to wear.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Ye-ji enthusiastically nodded. “Da-hee was freaking out because he was so worried about you when she went to go ask him for his sweater.”

“I just don’t get it.”

They all grumbled their agreements to that statement, staring at you with pity since you looked like you were on the verge of tears.

“Honeys, I’m home!” Da-hee shouted as soon as she unlocked the front door. You groaned in acknowledgment as you face planted on your bed again. “Also, Sumi is here. I saw her walking here so I drove her.”

“In Y/n’s room!” So-yi yelled back, watching your movements.

You immediately sat up and smiled at your friends, fixing your hair as best as you could so they didn’t have an idea as to what you were doing.

“Ooh, a little party here,” Da-hee sang, making her way to your beanbag to get comfortable on. She immediately snuggled up onto it and grabbed the fluffy weighted blanket you knew to keep there for her and others. “Deserve this nap.”

As Da-hee lulled herself to sleep, you and the others made sure to quiet down because as much as Da-hee loved the chatter of her dear friends, you didn’t want to wake her up.

Minji, So-yi, and Ye-ji kept themselves busy with choosing a movie on the streaming devices you all simultaneously paid. They bickered and they bickered and you saw Sumi make her way towards the kitchen to grab a drink. Taking it as the perfect opportunity to talk with her, you inhaled and exhaled, and followed after her.

You cleared your throat before speaking up. “Sumi, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course! What’s up?”

Sumi leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at you over the rim of the cup she was drinking from. You puffed your cheeks before sending her a smile.

“Uh, hey, so… I want to set you up with Jungkook,” you slipped out, knowing that Jungkook only wanted her to hear good things from him. Though, you knew she already knew everything about him considering he was always there. “Is that fine?”

She frowned but slowly nodded. “Sure, that’s fine by me.” She let out a small chuckle under her breath. “I’m surprised, though. He never seemed interested.”

You awkwardly chuckled a bit. “Yeah, that’s just the type of person he is.”

“Are you playing matchmaker now?” She teased, bumping her shoulder against yours, and you noticed this is the longest she’s spoken to you because although she was close with your group, she was always the one who likes watching everyone instead of speaking.

“You could say that.”

“I’m down.”

“Great, I’ll let you know the details!”

Walking off to your room to retrieve your phone, Da-hee, who was wide awake and watching you two, looked at you with a confused expression.

“You set her up with Jungkook?” She questioned with an incredulous tone that was toned down to not alert the girl you were just converging with. “But, girl, he’s your man!”

You sadly smiled and shook your head, dismissing her words. “He asked me to put in a good word. Just trying to help my friend.”

“And she didn’t say no?” Da-hee asked. You hummed a “no” under your breath and immediately opened your phone to text your best friend. “Always knew she liked him.”

“Leave the poor girl alone, Da-hee,” you snorted, sending her a small glare under your lashes. She shrugged away your scolding and stretched.

got u a date with sumi

Not even a second later, Jungkook read your message.

wth?! really? ugh this is why you’re the best fr

“You told her?” Ye-ji immediately came into your room, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one else (Sumi) was listening. She quieted down. “She’s bragging about it to us! This is not very “girl’s girl” of her.”

“Jungkook is not mine,” you dismissed her.

“Yeah, but we all know that you like him,” Ye-ji said with a frown. “It’s not that he’s not yours, Y/n. You like him and Sumi knows that.”

“Yeah but Jungkook doesn’t know that,” you breathed out and they could see the obvious pain in your face at Jungkook confirming that your feelings are not reciprocated. “I’ll probably just move on. Maybe try to go on dates again.”

Your friends couldn’t help but feel bad for you. Hopefully Sumi didn’t brag about what happened afterwards to you.

“So, you were nice enough to do this for me,” Jungkook smiled as you sat on his couch for your movie night. He reached for his back pocket and you saw the way his fingers grabbed onto his card, eyes briefly meeting the Polaroid picture he had there of the two of you with your cheeks mushed together. “Whatever you want on Amazon.”

You snorted. “You know I can never say ‘no’ to spending money. Specifically yours.”

“I spoil you too much,” he chuckled under his breath, his slippers shuffling around the house to pick up some things he didn’t want to pick up. He knew you being there meant to clean up because you always gave him that look his mom approved of at coming to see clothes scattered on the floor. “We’ll go to the mall sometime this week so you can get some clothes, too. The season is changing.”

“Ugh, the humidity is killing me, I’m so ready for the cold,” you grumbled under your breath, appreciating the fact Jungkook’s apartment had A/C. “Just so you know, I’m taking your sweaters.”

“I figured,” Jungkook scoffed out, sending you a look. “I bought more since someone here likes stealing them and I’m left with none.”

“Don’t blame me.”

“I am.”

Dismissing his words, you thought back on Sumi and his attraction to her. So you cleared your throat and fixed your comfortable position to hide your true feelings.

“So, Sumi…” You started.

His slippers shuffling on the floor stopped before he continued cleaning. “I know, I know. It was sudden but, she looked so pretty dancing and I’m sure you saw but, she was wearing these jeans with a butterfly embroidered on the back of them with a white top. I looked away for a sec to give Da-hee my sweater for you and Sumi had turned around by that time so I could see her face.”

“So you saw her back first and that attracted you in the beginning?” Jungkook’s coughed a little, his finger softly brushing against the tip of his nose out of embarrassment. “Oh, Kook, your deprived ass.”

“Shut up,” he hissed out, playfully slapping your knee once he came to sit next to you. You slightly giggled at the same time he turned serious. “It’s just a bit nerve wracking to date other people because I know some girls don’t like it when their boyfriend has a girl best friend.”

“Oh, yeah,” you breathed out. You sighed and shrugged with a small smile. “I will respect your girlfriend if they don’t want me in the picture and I hope you do, too. So, if Sumi asks, no more nicknames, no more giving me your card to buy things, and no more prioritizing me first.”

He frowned.

Slowly letting his back come in contact with the couch’s cushions, he took a sip of his drink. “I just can’t imagine my life without you.”

“You’ll be fine, Jungkook.”

“Oh, God. What about my date with Sumi, hun?” You could see he was freaking out now. “I’m over here talking about something that isn’t going to happen for a while because she’s not even my girlfriend. I completely forgot my date with Sumi is tomorrow.” His chest started heaving up and down and you immediately leaned in to calm him down. “She’s going to hate me, huh?”

“Jungkook.”

“She will hate me.”

“Jungkook.”

“You can sit by a table and spy on us while giving me some conversation starters.”

“Jungkook.”

“Bam is going with you by the way. He misses you and he’s basically your son, so you’re dogsitting.”

He continued to ramble and with a roll of your eyes, you grabbed his shoulders to make him sit still and to look at you. He stopped his rambling and you sent him a small, reassuring smile.

“You got this,” you tried to encourage him, making sure he could see how serious you sounded and were. He kept eye contact with you. “You’re stressing so much over something like this when you’re such a good and kind person. Let’s not forget very funny, too.”

“Okay, okay, that was too far,” he chuckled, shaking his head at your words. Snickering, you sat back down beside him, continuing to watch the movie. “You would never call me funny.”

“You’re right,” you breathed out rather dramatically, stretching out your legs. “I can’t call you something you obviously aren’t.”

“You are such an ass,” he gritted out, his hands meeting your sides to tickle you. Having seen that coming, you had grabbed a pillow to slap him with. “Ow!”

“Don’t tickle me, asshole,” you said, slapping him again. “Now watch the movie or else I’m going to ask for your Spotify premium.”

Snorting, he shrugged and passed you his phone. “Go ahead, you know my passwords.”

“I’m going to miss the streaming services you have,” you sadly sighed, grabbing your phone to log onto his Spotifyaccount. You had grabbed his phone, though, to make sure his password was the same. “Goodbye Hulu. Goodbye HBO Max. Goodbye Amazon Prime.”

“Okay, calm down, angel,” he said with a small laugh escaping his lips due to your dramatics. “You’ll live.”

”Whatever.”

He stayed quiet, but he couldn’t help but think about his date tomorrow. He frowned, fidgeting with his fingers. You noticed and placed a hand on top of his hands, your finger rubbing against his skin.

“I’m sure your date will be fine.”

And Jungkook wished you had been right.

It was Saturday, 8:41 PM, and Sumi had been 11 minutes late. Jungkook didn’t mind. He just disliked the fact she didn’t at least send him a small message to let him know.

She did come into the restaurant 4 minutes later after he checked his watch, walking as if she wasn’t late at all. But Jungkook felt bad for the reason of her lateness; her car had broken down.

He had assumed things would get better from then, but he was so wrong because he felt nothing with Sumi. If anything, it was just awkward and Sumi didn’t try to make conversation, either, which he understood at first but now, the conversations were leading to nowhere.

“Um, I was surprised to see you at the club last weekend,” Jungkook said with a small smile, hoping to reassure her. She smiled back and took a sip of her drink before answering.

“Yeah, Y/n and Da-hee convinced me so I took a chance,” she honestly replied, but she went back to staying quiet shortly after again. Jungkook quietly sighed under his breath. Was this a recurrent thing?

He pursed his lips and seeing that Sumi was subtly using her phone, he took out his phone under the table to text you.

hey hun, is sumi usually very quiet?

He waited for a bit until he saw that you read his message and were typing back.

mmm she is very quiet but she loves making conversation

why?

He bit the tip of his thumb and typed with one hand.

she is rlly not talking at all…

like at allll

its awkward

He could see the bubbles appear before your text sent.

shes probably just shy since you’re not close with her

He sighed and he sent you back a quick message before looking back at his date who was trying her hardest to hide the fact she was on her phone, too.

“Are you an only child?” Jungkook continued to pester so he could get Sumi to talk even more. She shook her head.

“Yes, I am,” she answered. Jungkook curtly raised his brow to get her to continue and she took the hint. She took a deep breath. “Um, I mean, my parents wanted more but, they just wanted to have me.”

“How’s that like, you know, being the only child?” He asked, briefly glancing at her over the brim of his cup before setting it down. “I’m the oldest out of 3 so I can’t even imagine being the only child.”

“It gets lonely sometimes,” Sumi said, shrugging her shoulders. She played with her fork to not look at Jungkook in the eye. “My friend groups have filled that hole.”

“Friend groups?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sumi awkwardly chuckled. “The friend group with Y/n, Da-hee and the other girls isn’t the only one in my life. I have another group of friends.”

“What are their names?” Jungkook questioned, sending her a smile to show that he was interested in getting to know her for her. She smiled back.

“Narai is the oldest one,” she answered. She continued to yap but Jungkook couldn’t help but freeze in his seat at hearing the name of a girl who was obsessed with you and him.

Oddly enough, a girl was mostly jealous of him for befriending a person like you. She believed it was not fair you were paying attention to him and spending your study time to hang with him. She wasn’t a friend of yours. She was nothing. She was simply a girl who sat next to you in class who believed people like you two were the only ones to succeed in life and the others would fail. You hated it a lot.

Jungkook knew you didn’t like that sort of attention and he himself almost got in a fight with her—Ye-ji was there, too—for making you feel unsafe. You two were nobodies. Why was a girl so obsessed with you two like you were celebrities? Especially you. He didn’t have an answer for that, but he hated someone else making you uncomfortable.

Now that was a red flag on Sumi. Right? He couldn’t be in a relationship or have something with a girl who’s friends with a person who harasses his best friend.

Jungkook could only sit, but he didn’t feel right being there.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“Babe, you’re watching a romance movie, crying,” Da-hee said with a small sad smile on her lips. She sighed and sat next to you, placing your fluffy-socked feet on her lap. “Watching Pretty Woman isn’t going to help with your feelings.”

You sniffed and frowned. “Yes, it is. It can help me set high expectations for my partner even though he,” you gestured towards the TV, “said some things. But he loved her!”

Da-hee exhaled through her nose, patting your calf. “Come on.” She stood up. “Let’s go to the convenience store and get a bunch of food. I’ll watch the movie with you.”

“Okay,” you rapidly nodded, standing up to put on your slippers for outside. “Let’s go.”

Buying a bunch of junk food that had you salivating at the mere sight, you two walked back home, excited to have another bonding moment. Though, Da-hee knew you needed this a lot more and what better way to distract you from your long-lasting crush going on a date with your friend than her dramatically crying?

You spent your time consoling her with a couple of tears escaping your eyes here and there, but you were distracted enough until it was 12 at night, long after Jungkook’s date was over.

You and Da-hee were still on the couch, all bundled up with blankets and plushies, because you went from watching a romance movie to another rom-com that had you crying because of the dynamic.

You two jumped simultaneously at hearing a bunch of pattered knocks on the door.

Frowning, Da-hee looked in the peephole and opened it.

Much to your surprise, Sumi was there with a sheepish smile, grateful that you two weren’t sleeping yet. She just didn’t know who to go to to talk about her date with Jungkook.

“Hey, Sumi,” you greeted, standing up to hug her. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

“Sorry,” she simply said with an awkward laugh escaping shortly after. She stepped closer and you and Da-hee shared a confused look when she took off her shoes to head to your couch. “I just didn’t know who to go to.”

“About?” Da-hee asked.

“My date,” Sumi answered. She looked at you and frowned at your tears. “Are you guys okay?” You gestured to the TV. “Oh, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself while she nodded.

“You.” You gestured for her to go on with her sentence, but you could tell she was struggling to utter out what she wanted to say. “Jungkook seemed distracted. If he wasn’t talking about you, he would be looking down at his phone, and I knew he was texting you.”

Your brows furrowed. You hadn’t even been texting Jungkook. You knew he was on a date with her and you knew not to pester. “Sorry, Sumi but I haven’t been texting to him. I texted him around 9 PM, that was it.”

“I just…” She stammered out, feeling frustrated with herself for not being able to get her train of thoughts out. “Jungkook loves talking about you and as his date, it wasn’t something I liked. I know you two are best friends but I want to get to know him without you… distracting him?” Da-hee went to open her mouth to defend you, but you softly shook your head to stop her. “I want to get to be more with him romantically and you texting him, being with him almost 24 hours a day, texting him 24 hours a day, I feel like you’re his girlfriend more than I am.”

“But you’re not his girlfriend,” Da-hee muttered.

Sumi waved her off. “No, no, I know that, but I want to be.” She looked back at you. “You know where I’m coming from, right?” You couldn’t help but nod. “Just… distance yourself from Jungkook. Let me get to know him so we can be something more. I’ll let him know, though, about me setting boundaries and as to why you’re not texting him. Thank you for this.”

You sent her a tight-lipped smile. “Of course.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye, Sumi.”

“Bye.”

Once she closed the door behind her, Da-hee turned to face you.

“What the fuck was that?” She scoffed out, in disbelief at the girl’s nerve for telling you to back off of Jungkook’s life.

She knew Jungkook wouldn’t survive not talking to you. He went crazy when you went on a trip and couldn’t talk to him for 14 hours that he included himself on the trip with the promise of paying for food and drinks for you guys’. He flew across the world last minute because you couldn’t text him and he missed you. Who does that?

You let out a shaky sigh, going back to your comfortable place on the couch, and turning on the television.

“I just got told to stop talking to Jungkook and I will do that because I respect her boundaries,” you said, tears starting to form again in your eyes at the thought of not being close friends with Jungkook. You two have been attached to the hip for years and you never thought this moment would come. “I respect her boundaries.”

You didn’t think it would come to this, but your fear came true. You didn’t mind him going on a date or dating another girl. You didn’t. You were afraid of losing him entirely than dealing with the heartbreak of him being loved by another person that wasn’t you and yet, you still lost him. You can’t be friends and you have to abide by Sumi’s words.

How would Jungkook survive without you and how would you survive without him?

You didn’t know if you’d make it out alive; however, you suspected that Jungkook would be able to handle life without you being in it. He could handle it.

“Why isn’t she answering?” Jungkook muttered under his breath, slapping his phone on the palm of his hand as he waited for you to message him back.

Two days passed after his date with Sumi and the progress between them was not going anywhere. As his best friend and his confidant, he was waiting for your opinion on the matter since he was lost.

Sumi did not want him at all and Jungkook didn’t want her. Was that feeling normal? He wasn’t sure.

He texted you again.

hey, angel, are u okay? it’s past 5 PM and i havent heard from u since two days ago

He waited.

And waited.

And waited again.

But he was left on delivered.

What if something happened to you?

He tapped away on his phone, placed it by his ear, and waited until the person on the other end answered the phone call.

He sighed in relief once he heard the familiar “hello?” ring in his ear.

“Hey, Ye-ji,” he greeted your best friend rather hurriedly. Ye-ji hummed in greeting. “Listen, is Y/n okay?”

“Uh, I don’t know,” Ye-ji mumbled under her breath. “I haven’t talked to her in a minute since I’m busy with rehearsals. Why? Is she not answering the phone after 10 minutes again?” Sigh. “Jungkook, we’ve talked about this.”

“No, no,” Jungkook said, dismissing her words. It happened one time. “She hasn’t texted me or called me back after 2 days, and I wanted to make sure she was home so I could go.”

“2 days?” Ye-ji exclaimed in shock, knowing how you two have some sort of separation anxiety. After all, Jungkook did fly to another country for you since you couldn’t text him back for 14 hours and he couldn’t handle that. This was odd. “I don’t know what’s going on then, bud. I’m going to call her to check in and I’ll let you know if anything’s wrong, okay?” Jungkook hummed.

“Thanks, Ye-ji, if she answers, ask her if it’s okay to go to her apartment so we can talk,” Jungkook said, starting to pace. One of his hands was intertwined with the strands of his hair, pulling on it out of anxiety. It seemed like he was having some type of withdrawals being away from you. “I’ll usually go without asking but, just in case something’s going on.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, bud,” Ye-ji’s voice was laced with concern at the severity of this. She was gone for three days and suddenly there was a lot of drama. “I’ll call you back.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye.” Ye-ji immediately called you after she hung up on Jungkook. She impatiently listened to the call ring while biting her nails, and ignored her classmates looking at her with confusion.

“Hi, Ye-ji,” you plainly answered after two rings.

“What’s going on?” She asked. You let out a confused noise at her words. “Jungkook called me, asking me if you were okay because you haven’t texted him in 2 days. What’s going on, babe?”

She heard silence after she finished talking.

And then she heard the sniffles. She frowned, raising a hand to one of her cast-mates to not bother her in the moment.

“Sumi said I should distance myself from him so she could get closer to him,” you replied, keeping your voice as steady as you could. “I’m obviously going to respect her wishes because he’s not mine and she is heading in a romantic direction with him.”

Ye-ji opened her mouth to answer before closing it shut. She sighed. “Why is she doing all of this?”

You snorted and shook your head. “Again, Ye-ji, he’s not my boyfriend. He was just my best friend. If his future girlfriend wanted me to stop talking to him then I’ll do nothing but respect that. He’s not mine.”

“That’s the thing,” Ye-ji scoffed out. “He is. He would call himself just yours because that’s what he was. If the world ended right now, who do you think he’ll go running to?”

“And that’s what Sumi was hinting at,” you breathed out. “That he talks about me 24/7 and that’s why I need to distance myself so she could get to know him. I’m just respecting that.”

Ye-hi couldn’t help but feel bad. She knew your feelings for Jungkook were more than just a crush, that your feelings crossed the line of

“Y/n…” She started.

“I’m okay,” you reassured her, though she could tell by the tone in your voice you were far from it. You cleared your throat once you heard her silence. “Wait, aren’t you at rehearsals?”

“Yeah,” she answered, knowing you were changing the topic. She glanced around the room. “I had to take a break since Jungkook called me.” She inhaled. “What am I supposed to tell him, though? He requested that I ask you if he could head over.”

“Uh, just tell him that I’m sick,” you said. You felt a pain in your chest at not being able to text him but if Sumi is what made him happy, you didn’t want to intervene at all. “And tell him to not visit me because it’s a bad cold, it’s been days.”

Ye-ji bit her bottom lip at your words. “Okay.”

“Thank you, Ye-ji. I’m sorry for having you tell him things on my behalf. I truly do not want to cause any issues.”

Your friend hummed in acknowledgment, waving off another one of her classmates who came to give her the script they had borrowed. “No, don’t worry. Sumi is just taking this to a new level. I get it he’s not yours and you’re not his but, everyone could see the connection. Even Sumi told us so many times about how you and Jungkook were cute together… and now here she is.”

“Its whatever,” you grumbled like it was nothing. “I’ll let you go though okay? I’m going to take a nap.”

“Okay, bud, bye!”

“Bye.”

Hanging up, Ye-ji tapped on Jungkook’s contact, and messaged him. She couldn’t stand to hear his pained voice because he was missing you. She couldn’t.

She texted him.

called her and she answered

shes not feeling well tho she said she’ll call u once she feels better

tho yk u can’t ask a lot about her since you’re talking with sumi now right???

She put away her phone, going back to practicing for her upcoming show. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and knowing that Jungkook would not stop texting her, she opened it to see his messages.

fuckkkk i forgot to tell u what happened

i need to bother someone and ik where u are

i’ll see u soon

She sighed. Of course he would bother her.

She was rehearsing with her partner when she heard a bunch of people simultaneously saying, “Jungkook!”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. That’s why she never liked him coming over. He was friends with everyone there since you and him always came to her plays and rehearsals. There was one time when you were helping her with her dress and the two of you had to step away, only to come back to find out Jungkook got a small part because he got well with everyone and he was a good actor. He was decent, Ye-ji noted.

He never got invited after that.

“Jungkook, leave,” Ye-ji groaned out. “If I wanted a little brother to pester me, I would’ve made my parents give me one.”

“I’m literally the brother everyone wants,” Jungkook grinned, though she could tell he hadn’t been sleeping at all due to the eye bags under his eyes. Damn, you two were like each others drugs, as poetic as it sounds. Being away from one another really had you two act like you were having withdrawals. “Anyway, I came to gossip.”

“You’re acting like Y/n,” Ye-ji commented, fixing her dress since she was playing Juliet in Romeo and Juliet, your favorite.

Jungkook sent her a small smile, looking down at his phone. “Anyway, I came to tell you the gossip since my gossip buddy doesn’t want to see me.” Ye-ji hummed in acknowledgment. “Here.”

Ye-ji turned around to find him passing her his phone, showing her some picture. She looked at him. “Do I swipe?” Jungkook gave her a look, knowing full well what she was referring to. She scoffed. “I’m just asking. I don’t want to see dick pics.” She focused on the picture. “What the hell? Is this Sumi on a dating app?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded, leaning back against his palms. “Jimin sent me a screenshot. I was about to send something like, ‘Oh, I haven’t asked her out yet, maybe she hasn’t deleted her account from before.’ Then… he sends me the other picture.”

Ye-ji took it as a sign to swipe and came in contact with some messages from yesterday. “Is she just playing with you? I thought you guys were serious?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t know. Should I feel hurt?”

“Are you not?”

“Surprisingly, no,” the man breathed out, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. “You think Y/n will be disappointed in me for not having any sort of connection with Sumi?”

Ye-ji chewed on her bottom lip. “I thought you had a connection with her at the club.” She looked at him with a confused expression. “How did you even see her?”

“Well, she was wearing a white top,” Jungkook explained, demonstrating with his hands how the top looked, “and jeans with a butterfly patch on the back pocket—”

Ye-ji froze at his description, zoning out from his explanation.

“I didn’t expect Sumi to wear such a fit but it was nice,” Jungkook continued, not having noticed how Ye-ji stood so still in her spot. “Though, I feel like I shouldn’t have asked her out just because she looked good dancing. Should I cut things off?” Silence. He sighed, covering half of his face with his hand. “You’re right, that’s mean. I just don’t feel a connection but she’s… nice.”

Your raven-haired girl friend shook her head. “No, no. Listen, don’t be with someone just because they’re nice. Do you feel a connection or not?” Jungkook shook his head, now leaning forward with his hands on the palms of his propped up hands. “Then why are you going to be with someone who you feel nothing for and is obviously not interested in you when she’s in dating apps while telling other people she wants to build a romantic relationship with you?”

“She’s saying that?” Jungkook frowned. He receives a nod. “I honestly don’t like that…”

“Look, go home,” Ye-ji starts, picking him up from the floor, “think about your feelings more. If you don’t like Sumi, do not string her along because she’s nice. You two deserve to find good people.” He slowly nods. “If you like her romantically and you feel something, then let her know your boundaries and you not liking the fact she’s on a dating app.”

“Dating apps,” Jungkook grumbled out, placing his hands in the front pockets of his jacket. “It was more than one app.”

“Well, do what you need to do. Call me when you figure it out.”

“Okay,” he mumbles, thinking about you.

He walks away and curtly waves at everyone goodbye with lack of enthusiasm.

How could he have the energy to do what he did with you? It just wasn’t the same.

As Ye-ji watched him leave, she immediately took out her phone, scrolling through the pictures she took of you.

Disappointingly enough, she did not have a picture of you and the back of your jeans. All she knew was that Sumi had a patch on the leg of her pants, not on the back pocket.

It couldn’t have been Sumi.

5 days.

5 fucking days.

120 hours and whatever fucking minutes because guess what? Jungkook wasn’t counting. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t even eat without thinking about the fact you used to eat dinner with him every day and this specific food was your favorite and this drink you liked. You were in the back of his mind and you stayed there permanently inked just like the tattoos on his arm.

Jungkook was never one to believe in the whole “I can’t survive without my partner” bullshit. But being away from you for almost a week made him feel weak and lonely. He felt like he couldn’t even breathe without being on the brink of tears that had his eyesight blurred, and his heart felt like someone was stepping on it continuously until the blood ran itself up his throat. He was never the type to believe in that bullshit. Never.

He should’ve known, though, when he almost went crazy over the fact you couldn’t text for 14 days. Not even a full day. When he flew for 14 hours himself, he was so done with everyone until he had you again.

At 8 AM, the next morning after the 5th day, he was already knocking on your apartment door to wake everyone up, because if he couldn’t breathe without you and he couldn’t sleep without dreaming of you, then no one was going to have a good nights sleep. If he couldn’t have it, no one could.

Da-hee was the one who opened the door and slammed it on his face while telling him you weren’t there.

He left to his house confused.

At 10 AM, 2 hours later, he went back.

Da-hee opened it and again, she told him you weren’t there.

He came around 2 PM, 4 hours later, and yet again, you weren’t there.

You had to be fucking with him. You truly had to have been.

So, he knocked again at 6 PM.

“Is Y/n here?”

Jungkook could see that your roommate was starting to feel pity for him as this was the 4th time of the day he came knocking on the door, asking for you. He also noted the annoyance starting to seep in her eyes at hearing him knock on the damn door for the 3rd time of the day. She tried her hardest to not let it show as she gave him a smile.

“She went out, Jungkook,” your roommate stated again as if she was saying a mantra at this point. He scoffed at her almost robotic tone with a fake smile starting to spread on his lips. “She’s not here.”

“I know she’s in there, Da-hee.” He moved to the side but she blocked him from coming in by placing a hand on his chest. Softly pushing him away, she closed the door. “Why doesn’t she want to see me?”

Da-hee mentally groaned. She had told you that Jungkook, stubborn and head-strong, was not going to easily drop her curt replies and would immediately demand an answer for your sudden disappearance. You knew she was right but you respected Sumi’s boundary to back off, and even believed Jungkook wouldn’t seek for you.

Da-hee was so ready to rub it on your face.

“She’s not here, Jeon.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger as he leaned against the door frame of your front door, glancing at the whiteboard hanging there that had your silly dad joke of the day. “I’m serious.”

“I need to see her.” Da-hee was used to him wanting to be around you and needing you, but she didn’t expect to see him almost lose it at not being able to see you at all. “It’s been 5 fucking days and I haven’t seen her at all. She’s avoiding me!”

“At this point I’d think Y/n is your girlfriend rather than that girl you’re talking with,” Da-hee commented, snorting at his words and actions. He shook his head and placed his hands in the pockets of the racing bike jacket you had gifted him, looking away. She frowned at his silence. “Is that what this is about? Sumi?”

“More about me having a talking stage with your guys’ friend, even though it’s anything but that?” Da-hee nodded and he groaned under his breath, his head going back to land on the wall with a small thud. “It’s not much of a talking stage when she’s texting my friend behind my back.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, waving off your roommate’s reaction. “I’m not phased by it whatsoever. We’re not official, she can do whatever she wants.”

“Maybe you’re not phased by it because you don’t have feelings for her?” Da-hee questioned, her shoulders moving up and down in a shrug. He continued to stay quiet. “Damn, Jeon. Tell me more about your messy love life, please.”

“I saw her at the club and I don’t know, I just… My eyes never left her and I felt a force pushing me to her.” He ran a hand over his face. He sighed. “I even loved the outfit she wore: the denim pants with a butterfly embroidered on the back pocket, black heels, and some type of top that Y/n had mentioned was very y2k. Whatever that means.”

“I would think you’re describing Y/n’s outfit from that one time we went out, Jungkook.” Da-hee chuckled, fixing her shoulder bag. He gave her a confused look and she took out her phone. With her gaze on her phone, she continued to explain, “Y/n and Sumi went to the club with matching outfits but, Sumi was wearing jeans with a butterfly embroidery on the part of the leg. Y/n wore the one with the back pocket.”

Jungkook took Da-hee’s phone away from her grasp rather quickly and harshly, eyeing the photo your friend group had taken. He eyed your smile almost immediately and looked at your outfit to see Da-hee was saying the truth.

“But, Y/n was sure it was Sumi who I was looking at,” Jungkook muttered, lips softly parted to fully grasp the news he was given. “No wonder I didn’t feel that connection with Sumi!”

“How did you feel a connection in the first place?” Da-hee asked, arching a brow, referring to the way Sumi did not turn around. He simply saw her back and that was it. “Weirdo.”

“You’re literally obsessed with searching up hand pics on social media,” Jungkook retorted back, though Da-hee could see he didn’t mean to say it in a condescending manner. He sighed. “I was so eager to look for someone because I thought Y/n didn’t like me that I guess maybe I was happy that I felt such a pull to someone else.”

“Ha!” Da-hee cackled. “Jungkook, are you that dense?” He frowned. “Have you seen the way she looks at you?” Jungkook shook his head. Your roommate clicked her tongue. “You probably thought she saw something wrong with your face…”

“Probably.”

“I’m not going to speak for her but, you are stupid,” Da-hee clarified, placing a hand on the man’s head and patting it right before slapping it. “You made a mistake just because you are dumb.”

“Not dumb.” She gave him a pointed look and he looked away. “It wasn’t my fault. Just thinking about her not reciprocating the feelings I have for her—I guess it just hurt me. I felt like I needed to move on because I wouldn’t have been able to see Y/n happy with someone who wasn’t me. But I can’t help but admit it hurt like a bitch that she hasn’t talked to me. I didn’t expect it so soon.”

Da-hee looked at him, and she looked at him hard to the point it made him uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and looked away before staring down at her.

“What?”

She looked around the hall, making sure no one—you—was listening to what she was going to tell him. It wasn’t a big issue or something major, but just in case you were coming back with your group of friends.

“Y/n wasn’t sick. She was ignoring you for a reason.”

Jungkook frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Sumi came after your date,” Da-hee continued. “Y/n and I were watching a movie and Sumi came unexpectedly. Said you seemed distracted and that if you weren’t talking about Y/n, then you would be looking down at your phone. She thought you were talking to Y/n the entire time.”

“What the hell?” Jungkook scoffed out, his eyes showing the clear annoyance he was feeling. “I texted Y/n but it wasn’t for too long. I had texted her because Sumi came late to the date, sat down, and didn’t even try to talk to me. She was on her phone, too, so I asked Y/n if Sumi was always quiet. She said she was probably shy. Other than that, I was texting Namjoon.”

“But talking about her during your date Jungkook?”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head, hand waving off her words. “Sumi wasn’t talking after I would ask her a question. It would be plain and simple and I’d just sit there like an idiot. So, I knew we had something in common: you guys. Did you know she’s friends with that one girl who harassed Y/n?”

“I didn’t know,” she said. She frowned, too, with an expression that very much matched Jungkook’s. “I mean, she’s friends with other people, but the person that has been having an issue with all of us because she wants Y/n to herself? And Sumi was there for it all.”

Jungkook nodded before he sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

“What else did Sumi say?” He asked.

“Basically told Y/n to stop texting you because she was trying to get to know you and that she’s more like your girlfriend than she was?” Da-hee answered, trying her hardest to recite what Sumi said word by word. But there’s a reason why Da-hee never gets told important information. She forgets. Sometimes. “She wanted Y/n to distance herself from you and-!” She exclaimed as she remembered something, making Jungkook jump. “And, she said she would tell you!”

“She didn’t tell me shit,” Jungkook commented. He was pissed. Very pissed. He understood where Sumi came from, of course. He would’ve set boundaries with you if he knew he and Sumi were heading towards a serious relationship, but it wasn’t heading in a serious direction since she was not showing the effort he was showing. He knows how some girls felt about their boyfriend having a girl best friend, so he knew, hell, even you knew, that the things you two did together was a huge no. “I just… I don’t even know.”

Da-hee sighed. She shook her head and gave him one more look over. “Listen. I’ll do you a favor.” He immediately perked up at her words. “Our friend’s birthday is happening this weekend Saturday, 9 PM.” Jungkook nodded along. “I’ll send you the details and I’ll invite Y/n and will even have her wear the same outfit she wore last time to the club.”

“You know she doesn’t wear the same outfits to a club or party if others have seen it, right?” Jungkook commented with a frown. He knew your distaste of repeating the same outfit if you were even spotted wearing it. He didn’t know where that came from, but he knew you did not like it.

“Trust me, I’m her best friend.” Da-hee ignored his piercing glare once those words escaped her mouth. She waved him off. “Meanwhile, you need to cut things off with Sumi.”

“Already did.” She looked at him confusedly. “We hadn’t been texting at all so I, um, might’ve deleted her number.”

Jungkook could see the amusement on Da-hee’s face and gave her a small smile to display his innocence. Your friend, though, simply shook her head.

“You ghosted her?”

“It’s not much of ghosting when we weren’t texting at all.” Da-hee cursed the male existence in her head, especially Jungkook. “Don’t worry, I did message her that it wasn’t going anywhere, and she agreed so it’s not exactly ghosting.” Your roommate could see he was proud of himself. “I can easily express my feel—”

“You can’t.” Da-hee grabbed Jungkook’s phone away from his hands and easily unlocked it by typing in the numbers of your birthday as his pass code. Of course he would have your birthday, too. You had his. “We’re literally in this predicament because you thought Y/n didn’t like you.”

“Okay, okay, no need to call me out,” he mumbled under his breath, huffing. Though, he eyed his phone in Da-hee’s hands with suspicion and disbelief. “How did you unlock that?”

“Y/n’s birthday, duh,” Da-hee stated as if it was the most obvious thing, and it was. It would take an idiot to not know that your birthday is used as Jungkook’s passwords for everything. You even told her that Jungkook had your birthday as his pin for his debit card. “Anyway, I put in my phone number and saved it. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to head to class.” She fixed her backpack over her shoulder. “Pretend that you weren’t here and I’ll pretend you weren’t here.”

He rapidly nodded and watched Da-hee leave.

However, before he left, he eyed your handwriting on the board and sighed.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

Saturday came by rather quickly, much to Jungkook’s surprise.

It hurt him physically to not be able to be with you and it hurt him mentally to not be around you at all. What was wrong with him? Is he really so in love with you it pained him to not be with you? To not talk to you? The answer was simple; yes.

“Hey!” Jungkook turned around at hearing someone yell for him and came to find one of your shared friends. “What are you doing here, man? I didn’t think you’d show.”

Jungkook shrugged and briefly looked around. “Just thought I’d stop by. Haven’t been to a house party in a while.”

Your guys’ friend laughed and nodded his head in agreement. He patted his shoulder and pointed towards where the kitchen was. “Y/n’s in there. You know where the bathroom is and remember, stay out of the rooms.”

Jungkook grinned. “No promises.”

“Asshole,” your friend teased before his head perked up at hearing the door open midst the loud music and chatter. “Well, got to go be a good host. Talk to you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, we need to talk about that new car I just saw outside that belongs to you,” Jungkook said, giving him a pointed look and a side hug. Your friend could only chuckle and bid him a goodbye.

Jungkook fixed his jacket and he was starting to hate the feeling of the humidity of the house due to the fact his jacket was starting to stick on his bare arms. He was wearing a tight white shirt—thankfully, he said no to the tank top Namjoon wanted him to wear—and some dark blue baggy jeans, along with the necklaces you had gifted him. Especially the one necklace that had your initial—you had given it to him as a joke.

“Oh.”

Sumi, who had unexpectedly shown up to hang with your friend group—much to Da-hee’s dismay—was the first one to see Jungkook. His frame was bigger than everyone’s and he stood out the most due his broad shoulders that had everyone looking. But despite the attention on him, his eyes looked everywhere for you until he spot the back of your head.

“What?” You questioned, frowning at the girl.

“Jungkook came to see me,” Sumi said, a smile spreading on her lips as she walked forward towards Jungkook, her shoulder bumping against yours rather harshly.

You glanced at them and looked back at Da-hee. “If I would’ve known he was going to be here, I would’ve stayed home.”

“He’s not here to see her,” Da-hee tried reassuring you, not wanting to admit that she knew Jungkook was going to be coming because she told him to do so. You would immediately jump her, even if she had good intentions.

“I’m going outside,” you started, gesturing towards the front door of the house. You pursed your lips. “It’s getting hot.”

“Okay…” Da-hee said while she and your friends watched you leave.

You walked off and Jungkook, having been busy with letting Sumi down gently, made eye contact with Da-hee once he looked up to look at you. He frowned, head moving side to side to see if he could spot you near him, though you were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” He asked over the loud music blasting.

“She went outside!” Da-hee yelled, pointing to the back of your retreating figure.

He looked towards where she was pointing at and saw that you opened the front door of the house, phone in hand, clearly trying to make it seem like you were getting a call. It’s something you always did when you were feeling anxious in a space like you were in at the current moment.

He quickly followed after you, pushing past people to reach you.

He opened the door, head snapping side to side, hoping to catch a glance. He sighed in relief once he came to see you not so far from where he was, sitting on the sidewalk, on your phone.

He closed the door behind him and buried his hands in the pocket of his jacket before he made his way to you. Since the music was loud, his footsteps were silent, and he wasn’t surprised when you jumped a little once he went to sit next to you.

“What the hell?” You muttered, quickly shutting up once you came to see him. You faked a cough. “Sorry, I’m still sick and it’s highly contagious so you might want to—”

“Girl, don’t even start,” he scoffed out. You gave him a perplexed look at his choice of words.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? Fix that sassy tone, Jeon.”

He squinted his eyes. “Hell, no. Not until you fix that fucking attitude of yours.” You were about to deny your attitude before he cut you off. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. Ignoring me? Avoiding me? I understand if Sumi and I are dating but guess what? We’re not.”

“Whatever,” you stubbornly mumbled, looking away.

He rolled his eyes before placing a hand on the side of your face, making you look back at him.

You froze and gulped as the pad of his thumb brushed over your cheekbone rather softly. Yeah, you’re internally freaking out because what the fuck was happening?

“Instead of that bratty attitude,” he softly spoke with a tint of sternness, “can I explain?”

You inhaled and exhaled, shrugging. “I guess.” If only he could hear your thoughts, though, because you were freaking the fuck out you swore your body was heating up due to the embarrassment of the situation. Could he hear how quick your heart was beating?

“Sumi and I aren’t dating,” he began to explain, hand still on your cheek to have you looking at him. “We haven’t been. I know she told you to back away so we could get to know each other but, to be honest, she did not want to get to know me and was texting my friends instead, flirting with them.” He let out a sound between a hum and a scoff, and let go of your face. He leaned back against his hands. “Just to clarify, I am not upset in any way. She can do as she pleases, we’re not dating.”

“But, why did she tell me to distance myself from you?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea.”

He stayed quiet and you did, too, because what were you supposed to say? “Hey, I ignored you, too, because I couldn’t bear seeing you with another girl when I’m sure I love you.” Yeah, no. What if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings and just thought of you as a sister? You would be embarrassed.

You bit your lower lip and looked down at your shoes once your brain became overwhelmed with your thoughts.

You stayed silent for a minute or two, hearing the wind and the music from inside.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, almost as if he spoke any louder he would wake up the entire block. You glanced at him and he looked off, not wanting to make eye contact with you. “I barely survived a day without you, a week was torture.” He sighed, gulping. “I need you. More than anything. I… I couldn’t handle the way your absence impacted my life as if being without you made me struggle to breathe.”

“Jungkook…”

“What have you done to me?” He muttered out. “Why do you have my heart when I’m not even yours? Why am I in desperate need of your laughter and voice as if they’re the water I need after a long run in the sun? Goddamn it, baby…” Your heart clenched as he let out an annoyed sigh, glancing down at the floor. “It’s always been you. I confused you with Sumi.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words. “You-you did?”

“Da-hee showed me a picture of your outfit and it was yours I saw,” he said. He looked down at you before he turned his body to face you. He stood up and stuck out his hand for you to grab. You did so without hesitation and he grabbed you by the waist, leaving his hand there while the other held the side of your face. “I saw you. It’s always been you. The lack of connection I had with Sumi was because it was never her. I yearned for someone that wasn’t you and it pains me because you’re the one that I want.” He placed his forehead on yours, holding you tight. “Forgive me, sweet girl.”

Your eyes blurred with tears due to the overwhelming feeling.

“Why should I forgive you?” You whispered back. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Forgive me for trying to seek the connection we have,” he simply answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Forgive me for being an idiot. Everything.”

“But, you didn’t know because I didn’t tell you about my outfit,” you breathlessly said as he backed away to look down at you. “You didn’t know.”

“I should’ve,” he said. “I should’ve. I should’ve known. Sumi is a nice girl but she’s not you. She’ll make someone else happy, but you make me happy. I’ve been loving you for so long and I’m sorry it took this for me to realize it.”

Much to your surprise, he fell on his knees.

“Jungkook, get up,” you rushed out, falling with him. “It’s okay, I’m not mad.”

“You cried,” he said, looking at you. “You cried because I hurt you.” He placed his hand on your cheek again. “And it pains me.” He let out a shaky breath. “Even if you don’t love me, I hope you know your presence had impacted my life tremendously.”

You stayed quiet.

You stayed quiet because you thought about his words. The way he looked like hurting you was the biggest catastrophe that could happen.

You let out a shaky breath and kissed him because you really needed to feel him.

It took him a quick sec to kiss you back but he did, and he kissed you with such fervor it burnt your body.

You probably looked stupid kneeling on the grass but you didn’t care because kissing Jungkook was what you needed and he needed it, too.

“I love you just as much,” you said against his lips, backing away to pant. “I forgive you even if I’m not mad or upset anymore. It was never your fault and you didnt mean to hurt me. It’s okay.”

He broke into a smile as he heard your words before kissing you.

You softly chuckle, kissing him back. You shivered as the coolness of his lip ring hit your lips and the way his fingers gripped the skin of your waist.

“Be my girlfriend, please,” he pleaded, pecking your lips as he got out his words before he could get distracted again. “Please.”

You nodded. “I will.”

He grinned and kissed you before backing away.

He looked down at your guys’ knees, a chuckle escaping his mouth. He looked around and snorted once he came to find your friends peeking out from the curtain of the house to look at you two. They sheepishly smiled, quickly closing the curtains to give you two space.

He looked back at you and held out his hand, getting you off the ground.

As he opened his mouth to speak, you two heard the front door of the party house open, and Sumi came out… with Jimin. You and Jungkook looked at the two with amusement as they kissed on their way to Jimin’s car.

“Well, that’s nice,” you chuckled.

Jungkook nodded along with a smile. “I wish her luck.” He turned to look at you. “Let’s go back to my house and watch a movie while we talk about when we started having feelings for each other?”

You snorted and shook your head up and down.

“Lead the way.”

[boyfhee]

﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤboyfriend headcanonsㅤ...ㅤ( 니키 )

ㅤㅤ﹙1190﹚ ㅤ장르 fluff, est. rel, troublemaker!riki, sort of golden retriver x black cat tropeㅤㅤwarnings kissingㅤㅤᐢᗜᐢ thank u to ri for helping me with this i love u iNDEX requested ps it's my first time writing this golden retriever and black cat thing i hope i did well ><

he'd be annoying— affectionately, of course, while also claiming to be the sweetest and nicest boyfriend you could ever have, which is true.

ruffles your hair just whenever. he likes to see your brows furrowed, lips in a frown. you think you look oh so mad however, all he sees is his cute and adorable girlfriend.

wants your attention so bad ! you'd be on a call and he would poke your cheeks, wanting you to focus on him. if you two are out and you bump into a friend, he'll be holding your hand and fiddling with your fingers. down the hallways between classes, catch him pecking your cheeks quickly and walking away as if nothing happened.

would wake you up with tickles, it mostly escalates into a tickle fight. with limbs tangled and you pushing him away while he's adamant on winning— often distracts you with kisses and it works every single time.

and the silly pranks he pulls on your define your relationship !

whether it's scaring you from behind or texting you from another room in a tone that alerts all your senses and when you actually go to check up on him, he's on his bed laughing, asking you to turn off the lights, maybe.

definitely ends up eating your snacks ... he is not holding himself back when those delicacies are in the fridge begging him to devour them TT

“ki,” you'd call his name with a serious and heavy tone, looking at the empty box in your hand. “you ate my cookies again.”

and he would shake his head in denial, giving you an innocent look, lying ever so efficiently. “no, i did not. you ate them, remember? last night, when you wanted snacks,”

“stop gaslighting me,”

however, he would buy more of those snacks for you, along with others that you like. you refuse to share out of spite, but how can you ignore him when he gives you one of his pouts and cute smiles ... even though they morph into a mischievous smirk when you agree to share.

would dodge your kisses and point and laugh at your face. at times, he would just stand up, taking advantage of his height and challenge you to kiss him.

sometimes, you avoid his kisses as a pay back and he just deadpans before cupping your cheeks and kissing you so you can't avoid them or look away anymore ㅠㅠ

0.5 selfies and pics are your thing. he takes at least one such photo of you on dates and adds it to his 'favourites' album which has almost every single pic of you in his phone.

by the way, he has a private album with pictures of you sleeping. only because you look so cute in your sleep and sometimes make faces, and also because you end up snuggling into him and he can't help but take a picture to tease you later.

your relationship is mostly you two goofing around a lot, sometimes chasing each other around the house when he takes an embarrassing picture of you and runs away with the phone, or down the street when you two are returning from a little ice cream date and he takes a bite from your popsicle.

loves to scare you while you two are watching horror movies, and then would get offended when you slap his arm in return.

and when you end up falling asleep on his shoulder during movies, he simply tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you fondly with a smile before pulling you closer.

“i like that i'm the only one who gets you see you like this.”

[merlucide]

Pookie do like what icks bllk boys get (not specifically about reader) 🫶🫶🫶

Idek if I make sense

“ICKS” BLLK BOYS GET

Notes: YES OFC 🤩🤩 hope this was what you had in mind :D (also so sorry for taking long- I had trouble thinking about this lol)

characters: Bachira, Reo, Sendou, Oliver, Rin, Otoya

again, again, don’t take this seriously 💀

BLLK BOYS “ICKS”

BACHIRA MEGURU

is so hurt when his close friends / y/n doesn’t return his affection- 

If someone does the “who?” “Who asked?” Thing. Yeah he doesn’t like that

Pretty much people who make others feel small or unimportant

It’s kinda hard to make Bachira hate ppl tho

When the weather app lies

When he’s a few cents short and the cashier won’t let it slide (that pisses me off to no end oml)

MIKAGE REO

snobby ppl

Ppl who don’t care about what he’s saying

When ppl wear mismatched socks

When ppl loud in quiet settings

Side-eyers 

SENDOU SHUTO

when ppl invade his personal space (if he’s not super duper close with them)

Mean people 😭

When people cut him in line

When ppl judge him

0.5 photos

AIKU OLIVER

when ppl chew with their mouth open

Dry Texters

ppl who walk in front of him

women who know their worth

ITOSHI RIN

I had an awful time thinking about his omg

when ppl don’t look at him when he goes “ahem” very loudly LMAOO

When he gets left on read (only he can do that!! 🙄)

When people talk about how “hard” there day was

pick me girls/boys (they all drive him mad)

OTOYA EITA

When girls don’t wanna talk about soccer or video games

gay girls (OKAY B4 YOU COME AT ME HEAR MY REASONING. he hates gay girls bc they are taking away girls from him LOLL) 

(Also he is convinced that he could “change” lesbians …🧍‍♀️)

When people tell him Naruto is ass

When he gets called out for his fucked up toenails

THANKS FOR READING :D

made may 25th 2024

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | 11.5

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 0.8k

—chapter content/warnings: not much!! something a lil more tame lol, prob one of the 0.5s that takes place right after the chapter beforehand, i promise there is no ill intention behind what's happening here - they're both equally torn about everything as san's good friends/colleagues

namjoon: you got a minute to meet up today? sorry for the last minute request but it's kinda urgent.

jongho: sure. i'm wrapping up. can meet you in the next 15 mins?

namjoon: i'll come to you.

jongho: alright then, boss.

Jongho continues typing away at his desk, responding to all the emails that came in today while he was off doing interviews for the new open faculty role in the electrical engineering department. He makes a mental note to submit his review sheet for the first round of interviewees and to review the applications for the next round tomorrow. He doesn't realize how quick 15 minutes flies by until Namjoon is swinging his door open mid-email. He continues to type away, but his eyes shift to Namjoon's figure as he fixes his blazer and takes a seat with a loud sigh.

"Long day?" Jongho cracks a small smile, typing up the last few details before sending it off and shifting his attention to Namjoon in front of him.

"Kinda." He nods towards his computer. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt or delay you from leaving."

"All good. Didn't really have plans, anyway. What's up? You seem a little flustered."

"Well, catching Yunho, Iseul and San arguing in a conference room wasn't exactly on my agenda for today."

"What?" Jongho cocks his head back a bit in disbelief, brows tightly knitted together as he tries to make sense of what he just heard. San had been giving him a bit of the story here and there and knowing Iseul, he wasn't exactly surprised this is how things were playing out.

He's just not sure why Iseul thinks it's her business to air this all out.

"You tell me."

"As much as I would love to help, I honestly have no idea what's going on.”

"Jongho."

"What? You know how Iseul is. She somehow still thinks she has a grip on San even after they've divorced and gone through all of that. Can't stand her, if you ask me."

"You don't have to tell me twice. But, why? Why is this a thing right now?"

"Beats me." Jongho tries to brush it off even though he can see the look on Namjoon's face, his eyes trying to study him like a damn book. He hates being in the middle because as much as he loves and supports his bestfriend, he also has the utmost respect for Namjoon and knows the guy will always be on their side regardless.

"That's the first in a very long time that I've seen San react that way at the happy hour event."

"Okay, to be fair, the guy was getting super disrespectful. I think any of us would've reacted in one way or another."

"Right, I agree. But, I know there's a story behind it. I know his anger was fueled by something else." Jongho sees the way Namjoon is going about this. He's prying for the answers he already knows, but he needs the confirmation and Jongho can give him that. 

It's just a matter of when.

"What if it was just a bad day?"

"Okay, you know what?" Joon leans onto the arm rest of the chair and gives him a look. "I'm just gonna go headfirst with it." Jongho cocks a brow up. "Is there something going on with San and his rotation student? Y/N specifically." He sighs.

"I figured."

"No, you knew." Namjoon chuckles a bit.

"I don't know. I really can't tell you because I don't know anything." Jongho says he knows nothing when he knows everything.

"Jongho." Joon repeats.

"Joon, swear." He says, even though he tries to sit as still as possible. Good thing Namjoon can't read his mind right now.

It started gradually before it took off completely. Jongho knows about the last minute meetings San has had to take, Jongho has seen the subtle glances, the subtle actions, the mood changes when you're around. Jongho remembers seeing you slip out of his hotel room very early that morning during the NAS conference. Jongho remembers seeing the polaroid slightly tip out of the wallet case mid-breakfast and seeing a tiny slip of your face in his peripherals. San quickly adjusted the polaroid and continued on like nothing, wishing for the best with that one.

And he doesn't have to be told to know you've been over multiple times. All the calls that have gone curt and short, the distraction easily laced in San's voice on the other line. He remembers the faint trace of your perfume in his home, the little post-it notes you've left on San's office desk.

Good thing Namjoon can't read his mind right now.

Cause, yes.

"I can hear your thoughts."

Well, shit.

"I don't know what to say."

"I need you to tell me yes or no, that's all. I need to make sure I'm going about this correctly even though I heard a lot today alone." Jongho sighs and sees how torn Namjoon is. They both are. They obviously want what's best for San, and they both want him to be happy. He is deserving of good, genuine love. He is deserving of genuine happiness because he always rides for the people he loves, goes the extra mile for them. He acknowledges and learns from his mistakes, he apologizes when he knows he's at fault.

He's deserving of all good.

So, they both hate that it has to come to this because it's not even you that's the problem. It's the situation, and they both don't know how to approach it with enough sensitivity and care.

Even though it's good to San, it doesn't necessarily mean it could be good for San.

"Yes."

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[angelkiyo]

modern au high school hcs for my fav haikyuu boys based on my high school experiences + romance hcs <3

[miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa torū, iwaizumi haijime]

a/n- part one + my asks are open bc i do not know what to write but im down for mostly anything tbh so ASK AWAY PLS

miya osamu

he has a similar gpa to his brother [gpa at a 2.5 😔]

is in culinary club and the president

since atsumu is a drake glazer, osamu makes sure to bring up kendrick everytime he hears a drake song

he had a field day when “not like us” mv dropped

even though his brother and him are opposites in a way, that hasn’t stopped osamu from being submitted on ‘inarizaki.bops’

he was most likely talking to a teacher

private insta with 300 followers

doesn’t give a fuck abt p.e and would be enjoying basketball if they weren’t able to play volleyball

osamu would probably also have a very casual way of dressing — stussy and abrocrombie fiend

steals from his brother’s nike collection while owning several pairs adidas gazelles and new balances himself

as for with his s/o, he would be more of a soft launch guy and would post stories of you two holding hands or the two of you in a mirror pic

he would def be holding your hand in the halls and having his arm around you

imagine peter k lara jean moment

your friends would find him to be a green flag

the two of you would use study hall to not study at all but use his little crock pot thing he got from tiktok shop and make food

would try to be nara smith one day and fail miserably

very much would wear ‘aqua de gio’ bc i said so (n would find atsumu’s cologne to be too strong)

dates would include: cooking at his place and eating your masterpieces while watching movies (esp spider-man bc he seems the type)

artists he would listen to: kendrick lamar, joey bada$$, childish gambino, doja cat

sakusa kiyoomi

annoyingly smart (3.6 gpa) and would probably get a 4/5 avg on his ap tests

if he wasn’t on volleyball, he seems the type to be in academic decathlon or science olympiad

would be keeping to himself but if he were to play a sport, it would be smt like lacrosse or tennis

he’s rich. like RICH RICH. (he goes to itachiyama with three siblings or smt)

so he’d wear like club monaco, j. crew, or like ralph lauren

would have a specific rotation of shoes that would be asics or new balance in white

insta would be like 700 followers and 32 following

for him and his s/o, he’d be like osamu and would be very much soft launch you

even though he hates crowds, he would very much like to go out with you shopping (in a shopping center that has nobody/barely anyone)

kiyoomi may be presenting himself as a cold and calculating and he can be, but he’s a soft to ppl he’s close with

him and komori would use brain rot language ironically (I just see that lemme elaborate) after komori would use brain rot language unironically

he would use it with you once “by accident”

he kept hearing komori say it and said it subconsciously

and then never again after the second hand embarrassment he got

“on skibidi…?”

you still bring it up to this day (he blames komori)

dates would include movie nights and making pillow forts

artists he would listen to: sza, 21 savage, kanye west, playboi carti

oikawa torū

would be a note taking fiend and be an honors/ap student with a 3.4

he would be on a ‘bop’ page for volleyball in general

great king? nah great bop

instead of being a wyll warrior, he’d be one of the mfks on insta that would slide up with a 😍 then ghost you after dm-ing

another dior sauvage user and on some days, versace eros…

caught up in the central cee madz drama

also obsessed with watching nara smith (me too)

he’s team ice spice

would be very persistent in taking 0.5s

though because of this, he purposely fluffs up his bangs and hair for him to not fall victim to 0.5s

if he didn’t play volleyball, he would play badminton/tennis

would be a SLUTTTT for pinterest clean boy fits

very clean boy core with his lululemon mens shit and would be shopping at alo + urban outfitters

also ralph lauren teddy bear sweaters n golden gooses

his insta user would be smt like “theyenvy_.toruuu” or basic like his full name and he would have more than 3k followers

THOUGH HE WOULD BE MAKING THOSE SHARED POSTS W YOU.

his finsta would be very full of you and spams of volleyball

nle choppa slut me out 2 glazer

dates would include: self care day at either one of your places while watching baddies or real housewives +shopping

artists he would listen to: laufey, cigarettes after sex, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nle choppa

iwaizumi hajime

he went to uci so he has his shit tgt (nhs and 3.9 type shit w aps)

though, he would definitely be apart of debate club and a lacrosse person if he didn’t do volleyball

shops at psycho bunny or hollister. the occasional lululemon shirt bc oikawa put him on

would wear yeezys and supreme, i fear

i can see him being into watching the “who tf did I marry” series

massive gym bro

would have his finsta tracking his gains

his fyp would also probably be workouts and those “baby don’t hurt me” meme tiktoks (idk how to explain)

would be the winner of senior assassin

he would def shoot oikawa first

type of person to wear ‘obession’ by calvin klein mixed with axe body spray

as for insta, he would def have a good 1k

would post you to the cutest songs ever and collab on posts

HARD LAUNCH TYPA GUY

yall would have like a specific song that would make him be like “this is our songgg”

in his head

most likely a tyler song

aka ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’

he’d be the okokok to your lalalala

dates would include: him just spoiling you and dinner dates

artists he would listen to: tyler the creator, metro boomin, 21 savage, kendrick lamar, j. cole

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Fractured, But Not Broken

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Surgeon!Reader

Summary: Her and Jack were no strangers to trauma—what had happened to them still lingered in every quiet moment, in every unspoken word. Though they were together, an invisible wall stood between them, built by grief, guilt, and the inability to let go.

Author's note: Yes we only saw Dr. Abbot on screen for 0.5 seconds but those were the single most important 0.5 seconds of my life. Shawn Hatosy you've done it again.

Jack’s hands were steady as he worked, but his mind wasn’t. The trauma bay was controlled chaos—blood, voices, the sharp scent of antiseptic mixing with the coppery tang of iron. It was nothing he hadn’t handled before. But this case—this patient—was different.

Because it was too familiar.

The injuries. The circumstances. The way her voice cracked when she called out vitals.

He didn’t look at her, couldn’t, but he felt her presence beside him like a phantom limb, an aching reminder of everything left unsaid.

“Jack,” a nurse prompted, breaking through the haze. His jaw clenched, and he forced himself back into the present, back into the procedure, back into what he could control.

It wasn’t enough.

The summer heat pressed against Jack’s skin as he stood on the hospital rooftop, hands gripping the railing. The city sprawled below, indifferent to the weight pressing down on his chest. He barely registered the footsteps behind him until a familiar voice cut through the thick, humid air.

“Jack,” Dr. Robby’s voice was steady but firm, the way it always was when things were at their worst. “You don’t want to do this.”

Jack let out a breath, shaky, uneven. "I must have had a reason at one time to keep coming back. But I can't think of it right now."

Robby stepped closer, cautious but unwavering. "Because this is the job that keeps giving. Nightmares, ulcers, suicidal tendencies. Besides, if you jump on my shift, that's just rude, man."

Jack huffed out a bitter laugh, finally turning toward Robby. "I hope I'm never one of your patients."

Robby smirked, the weight of the moment pressing down on them both. "That makes two of us, my friend."

They stood there for a long moment before Robby finally said, “Let’s go back inside.”

Jack nodded, barely, but it was enough.

The elevator doors slid open, and she nearly walked straight into them. Her pulse was still hammering, her hands still damp from scrubbing out. The adrenaline from the OR hadn’t even settled when she had heard the words: Your husband is on the roof.

She had barely finished scrubbing out before sprinting to the elevators, only to find them now stepping off, looking worse for wear.

She plastered on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Dr. Robby, Dr. Abbot—what an unexpected encounter!" She took a step forward, gaze fixed on Jack. "Speaking of the unexpected, imagine finding yourself elbow deep in someone’s sternum when a nurse casually informs you that your husband is on the roof, about to jump."

Jack winced. Robby cleared his throat. “I’ll, uh… let you two talk.” And with that, he walked off, leaving them alone in the hallway.

She took a shaky breath, then, without thinking, latched onto the front of his scrubs and pulled herself into him. Her grip was tight, grounding. "What the hell, Jack?"

He looked away. “I—I wasn’t going to. I just needed—”

“What? Air? A better view?” She ran a hand through her hair, taking a step back as she exhaled sharply. “You scared the hell out of me.”

His gaze finally met hers, something fractured but pleading beneath it. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Her expression softened, just slightly. “Then let me help you.”

A long silence stretched between them. It wasn’t an answer, not yet. But it was something.

“This isn’t working,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “We keep running in circles, Jack. We don’t talk about it, we don’t deal with it—we just let it fester. And I can’t do it anymore.”

His fists tightened at his sides. “I don’t know how to fix it.”

Her breath hitched. “Then just feel it. Stop shutting me out.”

Something inside him snapped. “You think I don’t feel it?” His voice was sharp, raw. “Every day, I wake up and it’s still there. You—us—what happened. I can’t erase it, and I sure as hell can’t move on like it didn’t shape everything that came after.”

A beat of silence. Then, a step closer. Then another.

And suddenly, it wasn’t silence between them anymore—it was the weight of everything they hadn’t said, crashing down all at once.

[elliesbelle]

nobody compares to you

chapter 6

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you're in your junior year of college and at a party, you run into the girl who broke your heart: ellie williams. despite the time it took to reset your life, will you risk a broken heart again for her?

content warnings: modern college au, cursing, angst, messy lesbian relationships/situationships, loser!ellie makes an appearance for 0.5 seconds, brief and indirection mention of marijuana, mentions of death, brief mention of reader's genitals (implies that reader has a vagina, but if you headcanon reader as a trans girl w/a penis, just pretend it's a metaphorical vagina, i fully encourage it), sexual speech and content (not fully smut but there are drops of it), depictions of nudity, minors do not interact

word count: 4.6k

chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen

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Abigail Anderson. Pre-med student. Rugby star. A brief hook-up from freshman year. 

And now approaching your frozen figure at a rather fast pace. 

As your shocked face emerges from behind the football you're still holding in your hands, Abby begins to register who it was that she’d almost killed via pigskin. 

“Oh, shit!” She murmurs your name as her jog comes to a stop at your feet. “I’m so sorry, my friend Jordan was being a dick. I meant to catch that.” 

You let out a nervous chuckle as your trembling fingers lift the football up to her. 

“Oh, it’s okay. My life definitely flashed before my eyes, but I’m alright otherwise.” You give her a smile. 

She returns it with a crooked one of her own, her fingers softly brushing against yours as she takes the football from you. 

“Well, you still look alive and pretty,” Abby says, tucking the ball underneath an arm. “And those were some impressive reflexes, I gotta say.” 

“Just practicing in case of a zombie apocalypse.” You joke, cheeks burning ever so slightly at her calling you pretty. “We can’t all be built like Themysciran Amazons the way you are.” 

“Themy-what?” Abby asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and chuckling. 

Your face erupts in flames in embarrassment from your geeky comic book reference. 

“Y-you know,” You stammer. “Like Wonder Woman. She’s from that island where it’s only women and they’re all these gorgeous, buff warriors who’ve renounced men.” 

Abby laugh. 

“Really? Well, thank you. You’re very cute for thinking I’m some hot warrior chick who’ll survive a zombie apocalypse.” 

Before you can respond, she continues. 

“How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you around much.” 

“Hey, I’ve been around.” You lie. You really haven’t been. “Probably haven’t noticed being an aspiring doctor and all.” 

“Still remember that, huh?” She smiles. 

“Of course.” You say, returning her smile. 

Freshman Year, Fall

You met Abby Anderson at the beginning of your freshman year when she was a sophomore. 

Being in a new and independent environment, you did what many single freshmen do upon first arriving: scoured the dating apps. 

Fresh out of a messy high school relationship, you came to college a little raw and emotionally vulnerable. You jumped into a casual relationship with a girl named Adriana within the first month of arriving on campus. After a drunken night of you and your roommate Tara recklessly swiping through your profile on a dating app, you somehow and hesitantly found yourself with a girlfriend after just two dates. 

The best word you would use to describe Adriana was nice. She was a pleasant person: brought you out on cute dates, paid for your food, always held your hand. You spent the two weeks of dating her trying to convince yourself that you were as into her as she was into you. But the further you tried to force attraction for her, the less interested you became. Then she introduced you to her friend, Abby Anderson. 

Abby was the kind of person that closeted gay girls would develop their first gay crush on at their initial glance. She was bold and exuded a sense of confidence & charisma that most 20-somethings haven’t achieved yet. People knew who she was when she walked around campus, whether personally or through reputation. Abby made friends quickly and kept them easily, so it was no shock that you got along very well with her when Adriana first introduced you. 

You pretended at the time not to notice the way Abby looked you up and down when first laying eyes on you. It was a quick glance and she pulled it off well enough that nobody else but you had caught it. You were amused by the way that Abby had held out her hand to you upon meeting. None of Adriana’s other friends had offered a handshake, and you chuckled quietly as you introduced yourself to her. 

Is she for real? A little prim and proper, you’d thought. You’d later find out it was merely her excuse to initiate physical contact. 

You’d originally come over to Adriana’s dorm to meet her friends, but you’d spent most of the time talking with Abby. She was very charming, keeping you engaged in conversation as if she’d known you for months already. She would ask you questions about yourself, seeming to be genuinely interested in your responses. It was effortless to keep up a banter with her, and she had you laughing in a way Adriana hadn’t been able to elicit from you herself. You weren’t fawning over Abby the way newly-discovered gays constantly were, but you were intrigued. By the end of the hang-out, you’d already exchanged numbers and socials. 

When Adriana amicably broke up with you a week later, saying that she felt as if “your heart didn’t seem quite into this” and “she’d like to see you comfortable” and “we honestly seem like we would vibe better as friends” over a phone call, you’d felt a wave of relief followed by a pang of guilt. You could tell that Adriana really didn’t feel any ill will towards you, but it did feel indecent that all you got out of the relationship was a mended heart as a result of the rebound. That, and a very interested Abby Anderson. 

It didn’t take a week since your split from Adriana that Abby was flirtatiously commenting under your Instagram posts or sending you at least ten snaps on Snapchat daily or messaging you borderline thirst traps accompanied by texts that were asking for your “opinion on her gym progress.” It was a mere five days since the break-up that you were dolling yourself up a bit to go hang out with Abby in her dorm room, just the two of you. 

Most of your friends playfully teased you about the position you’d placed yourself in. Hooking up with a recent ex’s friend seemed messy, but they encouraged you to put yourself out there all the same. Never having actually gone all the way with Adriana, they all hyped you up to hook up with Abby. All but one. 

“You’re judging me!” You said, lightly smacking Ellie’s arm. 

She chuckled, rolling her eyes at you. 

“I literally didn’t say anything, dude.” 

“Uh-huh, sure.” You returned her eye roll with your own before jumping off your bed to walk towards your closet. 

“Just sounds like a guilty conscience to me.” She shrugged, leaning back onto your headboard. 

You sighed and said, “Should I feel guilty, though?” 

Ellie shrugged again nonchalantly before saying, “Not gonna tell you how to feel.” 

“I just want to know your opinion!” 

“It’s your love life, dude. It’s up to you, not me.” 

“I know that! But what do you think I should do?” 

“Make your own decisions.” She chuckled once more. 

You groaned, turning away from her to continue rifling through your closet. 

“You’re so fucking useless.” You complained, fingers weaving between hangers as you tried to select an outfit to see Abby later that day. 

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Ellie replied, resting the palms of her hands on the back of her head as she watched you. 

Despite yourself, you giggled quietly. As you continued to browse through your wardrobe, you felt Ellie’s ocean green eyes trailing your every movement. You kept your back turned to her, hiding the flames tickling your cheeks.  

You hadn’t bothered the rest of your friends about this the way you did Ellie. They’d all given their blessing for you to sleep with Abby, but Ellie? Ellie was persistent in remaining mysteriously neutral. She refused to voice any kind of personal bias. She didn’t seem disinterested, but she also withheld offering up her genuine opinion on your Abby situation. And for some reason, this bothered you. Something about her unhelpfulness compelled you to pester her about it. You knew you didn’t need Ellie’s approval. So why did it feel like you did?  

Ellie watched as you picked out a short dark blue dress, spreading it out on your bed next to her. She listened to you question yourself out loud on whether you should wear fishnet stockings underneath it or just go bare. She felt the way your fingers lingered when brushing softly against hers after she handed you your silver hoop earrings laying next to her on your bedside table. She inhaled your signature lavender scent as you slowly caressed your arms and legs up and down while applying your favourite lotion.

It felt so strange, prettying yourself up for another girl while Ellie sat on your bed and watched. She and you were just friends. You’ve never been anything more than that. Why did it feel strange, then? 

Are we though? Just friends? 

The way you’d stare at the way her big, calloused hands moved when she’d be rolling a joint or etching in her journal. The way she observed the exact manner your lips moved every time you spoke or laughed. The way you always noticed when she’d trace that intricate arm tattoo of hers when she’d get lost in thought. The way she watched exactly how your smile would often meet your soft eyes. 

Is this just friendship?

Ellie observed as you sat at your desk and carefully began applying your makeup, scooting towards the foot of your bed to better marvel at your technique. She’d begun to learn the routine you had by heart, mesmerized by how carefully and naturally your hands moved in a creative dance. She blurted out a compliment about how you were an artist for the way you did your makeup. You attempted to brush it off, but she insisted. You’re the artist here, she’d said. 

After finishing applying a shade of dark red lipstick, you gave yourself one last satisfied look in your mirror. You got up and began to shake your hair out of the bun it was in, walking to the foot of your bed where both your dress and Ellie waited. You looked at your chosen attire for the night and were suddenly hit with a predicament. 

“Umm, Ellie?” 

“What’s up, man?” 

“D-do you think you could help me with something?” 

“Uh… sure?” 

Your fingers fiddled with the bottom of your t-shirt. Your face flushed for what felt like the millionth time today. 

“C-can you help me put my dress on?” 

Ellie looked like someone dumped a bucket of ice-cold water right over her head. 

“What?” 

You scratched the back of your neck, a habit you’d picked up from her. 

“I forgot how t-tight this dress is, and I might fuck up my makeup if I just pull it on myself. Can you help me g-get it on?” 

Ellie’s face remained unreadable as she looked you up and down. 

“Yeah, okay.” She said finally. 

“T-thanks.” You said, nervously biting the inside of your cheek. 

Normal friends do not get nervous when they ask their friends to help them get dressed. 

“Just…just one second.” You said, meekly holding a finger up before turning your back to her. 

As you profusely thanked past you for already putting on your desired underwear for tonight, you carefully peeled off your t-shirt and threw it to the side. Though you had your back to her, you could feel Ellie’s gaze land on the black lace bra you’d decided on earlier. When you shed your pajama shorts, her eyes then drifted onto the matching black lace panties that left very little to the imagination. 

She quickly averted her stare as you turned to face her, not fully meeting each other’s eyes. 

“Do you think you could—?” You gestured to your dress next to her on the bed. 

“Yeah.” She said, picking it up before approaching you. 

You watched her face as she lifted the dress above your head. Her tense fingers gripped the collar tightly as you raised your arms. You felt goosebumps form where her hands inadvertently brushed against your skin, lowering the dress onto your figure. As you fit your head and arms through, she pulled the dress all the way down to your thighs. You tugged your hair out from the collar and let it fall behind you when your eyes met hers. 

“Uhh,” She said awkwardly. “Your lipstick…” 

Your right hand flew up to your mouth. 

“Oh shit, did it smudge—?” 

“Yeah, a little, but it’s okay, I got it.” 

“Wh—“ 

Before you could react any further, Ellie licked her thumb and brought it to the edge of your bottom lip. It was as though your entire body was set on fire the exact second that you felt the wetness from her finger meet the corner of your mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed as she rubbed off the small streaks of smeared lipstick. You could have sworn she could hear how loud your heart was beating in the moment, feel the way it echoed through your entire body. You felt your mouth water as your eyes fell on her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Someone could easily sneak into your room right now and rob you blind, the way you both remained completely encaptured in this moment. 

“There,” Ellie whispered. “Got it.” 

Her thumb slowly drifted from your lip to your cheek, her hand suddenly caressing your face. You were frozen in place, trying not to combust as every cell in your body danced fervently. Her ocean green irises kept darting back and forth between your eyes and your crimson lips. Both your mouths were parted, the unsaid at the tip of both your tongues, waiting for whoever was bravest to let the truth drip out. 

But instead, after what felt like twenty-five years, Ellie let her hand drop from your face back to her side. She swallowed and cleared her throat, breaking eye contact with you to stare at the floor. You blinked and gulped, quickly plummeting back to reality. 

“Th-thanks, El.” 

“No problem, bro.” 

“Bro.” Ugh. Okay, Ellie. 

You were far less clothed a minute ago, and yet somehow you now were feeling much more naked than ever before. 

“I-I think I left the shoes I want across the hall in Sidney’s room. Give me a sec?” 

“Yeah, man. Go ahead.” 

You nodded and retreated quickly out the door. As you shut it behind you, you leaned against it and clutched at your chest with both hands. 

Oh god, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck. What just happened? What the fuck. Fuck. 

Inside your room and unbeknownst to you, Ellie was leaning against her side of the door, quietly cursing to herself. 

“Did I really just fucking do that? What the fuck, oh my fucking god. God damn it. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

You blinked. 

“Yes! Sorry, just spaced out for a second.” 

You adjusted yourself under the covers to turn more towards Abby. Your previously glassy eyes met her concerned ones. 

“Was it that bad?” She joked. 

“No, oh my god, Abby,” You giggled, covering your face with your hands. “I think you getting me to cum twice in less than a minute speaks for itself.” 

Abby smirked. 

“Only twice? Wanna add a couple more to that?” She said, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you better. 

“I think my pussy needs a sec before you make her see heaven again.” You replied. 

“Mmm,” was all Abby said in reply, drinking in your naked figure in her bed. 

The rest of the evening seemed surreal. Ellie had watched you finish getting ready, remaining mostly quiet for the rest of the time. She didn’t touch you again, almost as if she was afraid to. She’d walked you partway to Abby’s building before giving the excuse that she had some client she needed to meet. Her signature Converse stormed off without a second glance back at you. As you waved her off, you thought about how she didn’t have anything on her to sell, and you both knew it. 

Throughout the entire night with Abby, though you allowed yourself to unwind and have some fun for once, your thoughts still continued to dance back incessantly to your auburn-haired friend. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” Abby asked. 

“Just taking a minute and being impressed by you.” 

Abby laughed. 

“So not that bad, huh?” She joked. “But really. What’s up?” 

You pursed your lips. You liked Abby, but she did not need to know all about this “friendship” of yours with Ellie. 

“Not gonna lie,” You said, quickly coming up with a lie. “I was feeling really guilty before coming here tonight. Just cause Adriana’s your friend and we just broke up.” 

It wasn’t completely far from the truth. You were feeling guilty about seeing Abby after Adriana. But she wasn’t the lesbian who you couldn’t get out of your head all night. 

“Mm, that does make sense.” Abby replied, understanding. “It’s true, though. What I said earlier. Adriana did say it was okay.” 

Sometime after you’d arrived at Abby’s dorm and before you’d both dropped the pretense of you coming over just to “hang out,” Abby disclosed that she’d asked for Adriana’s permission to fool around with you already. You were a bit surprised, but pleasantly so. You did come here tonight with specific intentions, but it did relieve you to know that Adriana meant it when she’d expressed no ill will towards you. And it kindled a warmth in you that Abby’d gone into this prepared and still with the respect of her friend. 

“No, I know,” You said, the crease between your eyebrows crinkling as you thought up a quick lie. “I just… I still like Adriana as a person and I didn’t want my wandering vagina to get in the way of your friendship with her.” 

Abby suddenly guffawed, her laugh so infectious and genuine that it made you giggle in response. 

“D-did you just say ‘wandering vagina,’ oh my g—” She chortled. “Never heard that before.” 

You shrugged, smiling at how easily amused Abby has been turning out to be. 

“You say the strangest shit, you know?” Abby said, still chuckling. 

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” You replied, to which Abby smiled. 

“But really though,” Abby continued. “You don’t have to worry about me and Adriana. We’re still cool; nothing’s changed in our friendship. You both told me you weren’t serious, and she’s also just someone who’s never been possessive or jealous as a person. We’re all adults here, so no need to feel guilty. I promise.” 

“Yeah, that…that does help.” You said, hoping that answer would suffice for Abby. 

Abby seemed like she wanted to press more but decided against it. Instead, she grabbed your hips all of a sudden and lifted you up to place you on top of her, making you straddle her waist. 

“Wh—Abby!” You said, startled. Your arms instinctively flew up to cover your bare breasts, the bed covers no longer shrouding your nakedness. 

Abby chuckled, reaching up to your wrists and pulling them away from your chest. 

“Anyone ever tell you how cute you are when you have such a serious thinking face on?” She said. 

A bashful look crossed your face as you stuttered a quiet “no” in response. 

Abby smirked, dropping your wrists and placing her hands on your waist, tracing up and down your inner thighs with her thumbs. Your breath hitched and you gulped, feeling yourself instinctively grind against her. 

“Well, you are.” She said. “And you’re cute, acting all shy about being naked in front of me like I wasn’t just knuckles deep inside you ten minutes ago.” 

You bit your lip, partly from embarrassment and partly because Abby’s tracing of your thighs turned into squeezing. 

“Y-you w-weren’t… knuckles-deep…” You stammered. 

Abby chuckled, raising an eyebrow. 

“Why the hell are you correcting me on how far inside of you I was anatomically?” She asked, extremely amused. 

“I don’t know!” You said, flustered and rolling your eyes. 

Abby chuckled, wrapping a muscular arm around your waist to keep you steady as she sat up to be at eye-level with you. With her free hand, she firmly gripped your chin between her large fingers and forced your eyes to meet hers. 

“You’re very easy to fluster, you know.” She whispered. 

“I-I—” was all that you could get out before Abby’s lips found yours. The sentence you’d meant to continue instead turned into a quiet shriek of surprise then into a lustful sigh that melted into the kiss. 

Not ten seconds later, Abby pulled away slightly, a cocky look on her face. 

“Any more anatomical complaints, then?” She murmured. 

“Not at all, Dr. Anderson.” You chuckled breathlessly. 

You jolted as Abby laughed again all of a sudden, grabbing both your shoulders for support. 

“Was it… that funny?” You chuckled, a little confused. 

“No, no, I’m sorry,” Abby said. “It’s just that—my dad was Dr. Anderson.” 

“Your dad?” 

“Yeah, he was a doctor.” She explained. “Before he passed, he used to be a surgeon back when my family and I lived in Utah.” 

Shit, her dad. Of course. 

Abby had mentioned her father to you several times already. You didn’t know much about him other than the fact that Abby completely adored the man and that he had died when she was only 16. 

“Right, makes sense.” You said, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

Abby’s father didn’t seem like an off-limits topic with her. In fact, you were in awe of how at peace she was with it. She seemed happy to talk about her dad, somehow able to acknowledge his passing and yet speak of him as if he was always present in a way. She didn’t make it uncomfortable to ask about him, and you often had the impression that she actually preferred it when others didn’t fuss over it. So you made sure not to. 

“So no to calling you Dr. Anderson, then?” You asked. 

“Well, actually,” Abby embraced your waist and pulled you closer to her body. “Kind of studying to be a doctor. Like him.” 

“Wait, really?” You replied, a bit of shock in your voice. “How did I not know that?” 

“Don’t really know, pretty girl,” She replied, smirking. “Got too distracted by my washboard abs to notice?” 

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You scoffed, smiling and rolling your eyes. 

Abby chuckled before leaning into your neck to leave trails of kisses. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re also very cute when you have a little bit of an attitude?” She asked, lifting her head up slightly in between kisses. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” You sighed, pulling her further into you and trying not to grind too eagerly against her once again. “Maybe once or twice. But why don’t you remind me, Dr. Anderson?” 

You heard Abby suddenly moan in your ear, almost growling, before you were suddenly thrown on your back onto the bed. Any words that meant to roll off your tongue were replaced instead with cries of pleasure as your knees were pried apart with Abby’s strong hands, her mouth finding ways to answer your question without words. 

Present Day 

“So still planning on becoming a surgeon, then?” You ask. 

“Starting med school immediately after I graduate this year.” Abby replies. 

“Wow,” You say, impressed. “That’s really soon. Are you nervous about it?” 

“Hmm, not nervous, exactly,” Abby replies, thinking. “I grew up around doctor shit, so I have a tiny idea of what I’m facing. I’m choosing to stay positive about it all for now.” 

“Commendable,” You smile. “How the hell have you been surviving all your pre-med shit with sports and all?” 

“Hey,” She says, shrugging. “You said it yourself. I’m basically a superhero.” 

You chuckle. You’ve forgotten just how confident Abby is and how attractive it was to see it in action. 

“Right, of course. How could I forget?” 

“You know, maybe if I really was Wonder Woman, I could attend my next class and get a coffee with you right now. If you’re not busy, that is.” 

“That is not how Wonder Woman works, Abby.” You say, giggling. 

“Oh, whatever.” Abby laughs, rolling her eyes. “Forgot just how much of a nerd you were, pretty girl.” 

“Hey—” You start. 

“YO ABS, are you gonna throw that shit back or keep flirting with hot chicks?!” A voice behind Abby calls. 

Abby grunts in annoyance, turning around to face her friend Jordan who was several feet away from where you both were. 

“Stop throwing like a little bitch and we wouldn’t be having this problem, dumbass!” She calls back at him, to which he replies with a playful, “Oh, fuck off!”

You watch as Abby draws back, arms flexing as she throws the football in a quick, perfect spiral towards Jordan. He catches it, but not before it makes a loud thud against his chest. 

“OW, FUCK—" He shouts in pain. 

“Dumbass!” She hollers in response. 

You're both chuckling when she turns back to face you. 

“Need to go?” You ask. 

“Didn’t you hear? I’m busy flirting with hot chicks. Well, just one hot chick.” 

Your purse your lips, sheepish. 

“So,” She said. “Coffee?” 

“Abby, you just said you had a class to get to in a bit. Also,” You gesture to your mostly-empty coffee cup still next to you in the grass. “Beat you to the punch.” 

“Ah, fuck.” 

“Sorry,” You chuckle. “I’ve also got class in,” You checked your phone for the time. “Around five minutes or so.” 

“Wow, you really wanna avoid getting a coffee with me that bad, huh?” 

“Oh, absolutely. I premeditatedly mapped out my entire class schedule this semester just so I didn’t have to hang out with you right at this moment.” You joke. 

“I knew it.” 

You laugh. 

“Can I at least walk you to class, though?” Abby asks. 

“Sure,” You replies. “But what about your class?” 

“Got a bit of time; don’t worry about it.” 

You smile before you gather your things together quickly. You reach for your coffee cup but it disappears suddenly before your hand is even inches from it.  

“Abby!” You exclaim, jumping up onto your feet as you quickly pull your backpack on. 

“What?” She questions, walking backwards while still facing you to throw your coffee cup away in a nearby trash can. 

“I can’t throw away my own trash?” 

“Just being helpful.” She says, shrugging. 

“You can’t be both a superhero and some chivalrous lesbian knight.” 

“I can do whatever I want, pretty girl.” 

You feel your face getting hot once more. 

“So,” She starts. “Which way is your next class?” She begins walking in the wrong direction. 

“About twenty feet east of where you’re heading, silly.” 

“Oh, uhh…” Abby stops in her tracks, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while processing your directions. 

You laugh and roll your eyes, grabbing her arm and leading her towards the building your next class was in. 

“Straley Hall, right in front of you, dummy. Remind me never to travel across the country with you.” You say. 

“What kind of nerd actually says ‘east’ when giving directions!” She complains. 

“That’s a perfectly normal thing to say!” 

“Why are the cutest girls always the weirdest ones?” Abby says, shaking her head. 

You looked away from her, trying to hide your embarrassed smile. 

“How are you supposed to save people’s lives when you don’t even understand simple directions, Dr. Anderson?” 

She smirks at your comment and her lips form to reply with a retort of their own. 

Just a few feet down the brick college road, Ellie stands frozen on the spot. Her hands are balled up in fists and her jaw is clenched. Her ocean green eyes trail after your unknowing figure, fixating on the wide smile on your lips as you let out peals of genuine laughter and your fingers still gently caressing the bicep of golden girl and star athlete, Abigail Anderson.

author's notes:

HAHAHAHA "in case of a zombie apocalypse" get it, cause the game is set in a zomb—yeah y'all get it (sorry not really)

let's all take a brief sexy second together and imagine abby as amazon from themyscira... now let's all let out the collective horny sigh together.

thank you all for being so patient waiting for this one. life has been... yeah (if you've been keeping up with the personal stuff I've said on my blog the last week, that should add more context to what a shit my life has been recently). i've been having to push myself with writing lately cause i feel like i'm getting too into my head about it. but thank y'all so much for being supportive and all, thank you for not giving up on me!

not gonna lie, loves. i may have gotten extremely horny writing certain scenes in this and had to take multiple breaks because my mind was concocting too many distracting scenarios as a result (the ellie scene took me days to get through to write, i'm so dead serious, and the smut-adjacent abby scene almost turned into a full-fledged smut scene cause i'm such a fucking lesbian, oops, i genuinely had to restrain myself so i could write the story the way i actually have it planned out).

abby having no sense of direction at the end of the chapter is just a personal reference to me when i played tlou2 for the first time and when i was playing as abby at the very start when she's mad at owen for getting mel pregnant and trying to go after joel on her own, i got lost for like 10 minutes just going in circles in the fucking woods and snow like a moron. just wanted to be a little bit silly by creating no sense of direction!abby hehe

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[ilovespec]

"ruby eyes in the dark."

Yandere!fem! killer × fem!civilian! Reader

Character description

TW: a light description of gore, height difference, serial story, murder, description of murder , assault , stabbing knife (reader receives), everything takes place in a criminal Russian city of the 90s .

Russia, 1990. June 20th. 15:00.

You're sitting at home, and there's a news report on TV in the background...It seems like a few more people were shot this week... hmm, that's weird..This is the 3rd time this month. In general, more than 20 people have already been shot dead.. And a curfew was announced. This was still not enough. Now you'll have to stop your nighttime walks in the park... And it's still hot outside. It was +21° in the afternoon . And you made the right decision - to go buy yourself ice cream and kvass! You put on your sneakers, cap, and went out in what you were wearing-a regular sleeveless T-shirt and black athletic shorts. And of course, not forgetting about the money, you headed towards the store. And since it was already evening, the daytime heat dropped. You went into the store, and after greeting a familiar saleswoman, you bought yourself a simple ice cream from GOST and 0.5 kvass. That's how yours started little walk, drinking kvass and eating cool ice cream. Everything you need in this heat. You finished your ice cream and sat down on a bench, finishing your kvass. But you've been approached by highly anticipated, but at the same time unpleasant, gopnik personalities. There were about 5 of them. And they are not a surprise in your city, perhaps their "relatives" committed those recent murders..

"Hey, dear, do you have a mobile phone? I need to call my mother HAHAHA."

Said one, and then laughed with his group of friends. But after being refused, he abruptly became serious and reached into his pocket. And then, he fished out a knife.. Damn, things are bad. You quickly got up and ran away, but a quick stab in the back caused you to fall with a loud expletive. And just as you were about to get up, you heard a gunshot, screams and screams of other gopnik and saw the body... The body of the bastard who stabbed you in the back...Someone shot him in the head, and part of his brain got on you. His friends started running away in a panic, but they suffered the same fate... Those screams.. The moans of pain and the smell of metal prompted you faint.

You woke up to someone shaking your shoulders. You opened your eyes, and she was a tall and very masculine woman. Short black hair , tanned skin , strong sinewy arms , countless scars and a red eye . Yes, not the eyes, eye. Because the other one is covered with an bandage like a pirate's. And she smells ... Expensive alcohol, sea, and metal... It 's strange , but it 's so attractive ..

When you got up and more or less came to your senses, you saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars. This woman helped you get up and sat next to you on a bench. And when you felt your back, you felt the bandage. I think you've already received first aid. And soon a policeman came up to you.

"Comrades girls , may I ask what the fuck happened here??"

And then you answered.

"I.. I don't know. I was attacked by some gopniks gang, one of them, as you can see, stabbed me in the back, but someone shot them.. I didn't really see anything myself...."

The policeman grunts with displeasure. And then he speaks again . But this time he's talking to the woman next to you. By the way , she looked about 40 years old . but she looked amazing... Stop stop stop. What are you talking about...?? She's old enough to be your mother. But we digress.

"And you, did you see something?"

" I only came up when this girl was unconscious, and these boys were already dead. Unfortunately, I can't help you. "

And your "interrogation" continued for a long time, and finally you were released. But this woman, as it turned out, her name is Gaetana Gati, an Italian and a former medic, volunteered to escort you.

" Just a second, I need to buy something at the store, can you please wait? "

You just nod and sit down on the bench. Hopefully, the same situation that happened recently won't happen again. And soon she returns , handing you a bar of chocolate , a bag of oranges , and a pack of imported coffee ... And it all looked so expensive...

" Here you go. I can only guess what an emotional shock this is for you. You . You're a young girl with her whole life ahead of her. Take it, don't be modest.. "

No matter how much you denied it, but Gaetana, having escorted you to your apartment, still gave you these "gifts" and wished you a good day and left. It was already 19:00, and the curfew was about to start , and you decided to go to bed. After all, so much has happened today that words cannot describe in a week. And Gaetana is, you're kind of attracted to her... And it scares you. And with such thoughts, you went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately .

Ololol , I hope you enjoyed it, babes, see you all in the next post, bros !!!