#my intense obsession is returning it's not passive anymore and i need it to wait bc i have no time to indulge it

[justxtalking]

the shooting star

I'm sure this observation was pointed out before, but I can't find it anywhere to quote it. Original post, you take all the credit. I just needed to express my thoughts because I can't stop thinking about it.

I feel like it's been a hot minute since the last time I've made one of these, but here I go.

the scenes

In chapter 64, Gon and Killua promise to stay together under the stars and they have a heart-to-heart. When the scene ends, we see a shooting star in the sky.

English Translation: VIZ Media

In chapter 286, Killua talks about commiting "shinjū" with Gon (translated as "I'll go down with flames with him") to Meleoron, tries to make it seem like a joke and Meleoron's inner monologue makes us understand there's more to the story than what Killua is saying out loud. When the scene ends, we again see a shooting star in the sky (and move to Gon and Pitou's scene.)

English Translation: VIZ Media

side-note

Do I really think that this detail has a bigger meaning than it has? No, Togashi most probably just likes shooting stars and thought this was a good transition between scenes. However, I think it would make a nice analysis if I connect the concept of the shooting star with certain aspects that are present in both scenes and the story in general. I just couldn't help myself, I find it so interesting and beautiful.

my brief and informal analysis

To begin with, what does it mean to see a shooting star? There's three popular and mostly global beliefs I would like to point out.

1) Wishes: Shooting stars have always been associated with dreams, wishes and promises. Many believe that if you make a wish on the shooting star, it will come true.

2) Positive Change: They are typically considered to be signs or messages from the Universe. They tend to symbolize new beginnings, transformations, and spiritual development.

In relation to these two, I believe it would be also connected to the meaning of encouragement. It can serve as encouragement to take risks or make important life decisions.

3) A Sign of Love: Seeing a shooting star can represent the love and connection between two people.

Then, which of these meanings are actually related to these scenes? The three of them, but let me explain a bit more.

In the first scene, Gon and Killua promise to stay together and continue their journey. As shooting stars are often associated with wishes or promises, in this context, it could symbolize the sincerity and earnestness of their promise to each other. By including the shooting star at the end of the scene, it seals their promise and it also marks a new beginning for them. At that moment, they are making an important decision in their lives, it's a new and positive change for them.

For the next meaning, I would like to point out first what scenes with two people under the stars at night usually mean. As we probably know, those type of scenes are ideal for characters to share their feelings and even secrets. The darkness and the soft lighting of the stars allow this space of intimacy to just talk to someone, which is what Gon and Killua do. They are already friends, but it's at that moment that they talk about what they are going to do and speak about topics such as Mito. The shooting star marks a significant bond between Gon and Killua. It represents their connection and love (platonic or not) for each other, as shooting stars can also symbolize a new love. This is related to the hope we have when seeing a shooting star, which is connected to that hope (and excitement) we feel when we start a new relationship. Using the shooting star could work as a narrative device to highlight the importance of this moment and the bond between Gon and Killua.

In the second scene, Killua discusses the possibility of a double suicide if something were to happen. Again, the shooting star appears at the end before transitioning to the next scene.

As I said before, shooting stars commonly symbolize wishes and promises. In this context, it could symbolize Killua's inner turmoil and/or even his determination to protect Gon (and be with him), possibly hinting at a resolution or decision he has made internally. Because of his words, we can guess he made the decision to die with Gon if that's what is needed. What he says can even foreshadow significant events or intense emotions, such as the ones that follow in the story. For example, Killua running to reach Gon and save him. It could even be related to other characters, such as Meruem and Komugi committing double suicide.

Killua's statement about a double suicide is a serious and intense moment, and the shooting star might emphasize the gravity of the situation. In this case, I wouldn't say this is a "positive change," though we could argue that for Killua maybe it would have been because Gon would have included him.

However, it is a moment in which Killua makes a big decision, one that would take to risk practically his life just to stay with Gon or protect him.

In addition to this, it could also bring us back to the first scene, in which they promise to stay together, symbolizing their strong bond. This is emphasized by the fact that the next scene is about Gon and Pitou. However, in this case, both Gon and Killua seem to be in different head-spaces. On one hand, Killua is worried he could lose Gon to the darkness, as he feels their bond is wavering and he can't reach him no matter how much he tries. On the other hand, Gon is too focused on his goal to save Kite. He is in too much pain and despair while trying to control the situation on his own terms.

In both instances, the shooting stars seem to add a layer of emotional depth and narrative emphasis to the scenes. They highlight the sincerity of promises, the intensity of emotions, and the transient nature of crucial moments in Gon and Killua's lives.

side-note

Something that adds to my delusional mind to all of these and I think it's really interesting is the following:

The fourth ending Nagareboshi Kirari seems to mean "sparkling shooting star". The song is an exploration of longing and hope, entrusting wishes to the stars, unanswered thoughts and unspoken feelings. It delves into the theme of connection, particularly the emotional bond between the narrator and a distant loved one. There's a lot to say about this song and its lyrics, but that should be a whole new post.

I think the song speaks perfectly about Gon and Killua's situation in general (not only about what I mention here, of course) and I think it's a good way to finish this post.

Thank you so much for reading! Have a good day or night, whichever the time is when you're seeing this.

[jeonqqin]

man up. [m] | pt. 1

h. jisung x reader | netflix teen rom-com au

— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.

or alternatively;

Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au

WARNING: language, eventual smut, minho is a little bitch

A/N: I pulled little tropes from pretty much every Netflix teen rom-com so if you see those little allusions then that’s why,, also I hope you all don’t mind that I made this into a series!

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CHAPTERS:  01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 +

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© jeonqqin 2020

Your eyes blurred over the words that were held out in front of you, every page harder to remember than the last. 

It was your fault you were in the library studying during lunch period. You were the one that decided to procrastinate after all. But you also had no idea what was going to be on the exam in your statistics class. How could you start studying when you had no idea what you were meant to be studying? At least, that was your genius excuse for not touching your statistics book all week.

Resting your head on your hand, your eyes briefly wandered off of your book and directly up into a pair of pretty brown ones. They were already looking at you; gaze intense and flirty. It had you quickly looking back down at your book on instinct, this time without the intention of actually reading anything. 

No way. 

The boy sitting directly across from you was cute—no doubt about that. It was hard to disregard just how pretty he was with his classic big brown eyes and flat brown hair. At least, you couldn’t ignore him when he was clearly looking at you. Peeking up to make sure you weren’t seeing things, you caught his gaze again. And as his lip quirked up, you knew it wasn’t just a coincidence—he was deliberately looking at you. A childish giddiness flooded your stomach at the realization. 

He smiled at you; charming and sweet. 

“Do you know anything about political science?”

It took you a second to process what he asked, but you eventually shook your head with a smile. “D’you know anything about the statistics exam next Wednesday?”

He shrugged playfully. “Not a clue.”

“Well, it looks like we’re in the same boat then.”

“Utterly screwed by the school system?”

Snorting loudly, you instantly received an unhappy glare from the librarian and a followed up hush. An apology was on the tip of your tongue, but with the newfound fear of making another noise, you opted to send her a timid wave. Neither you nor the cute stranger moved until she returned to her book. But then he was slinking over and taking the seat beside you. 

You could’ve squealed—imagine being such a teenage girl that you were so ecstatic to sit next to a cute guy. You were practically bouncing in your seat. 

“At least I know that there’s someone else who can understand my worries,” he whispered, turning in his chair to face you completely. 

You scoffed, eyeing the librarian for a moment before blinking back at the boy in front of you. 

“Yeah right. You could ask the entire student body and they would all reply in one collective groan.” 

“You’re not wrong there.” He hummed. “Thanks for not making me feel like a complete loser for procrastinating.”

“Oh, you’re still a loser for procrastinating,” you said, attempting to hold back your smile as he looked at you with a raised brow. “You’re just not the only one now.”

He made a playful noise of anguish, nodding his head with a silent laugh. “Ouch. That hurts coming from a mystery girl.”

You shrugged coyly, letting him take that as your answer before you leaned back against your palm. 

“Maybe,” he paused for a moment, glancing around to the occupied librarian and continuing, “After classes, we could go out for coffee. Y’know—to get better acquainted. Unless you wanted me to keep calling you ‘mystery girl’.”

You pretended to weigh your options in your head, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling and an uncontrollable smile slipping onto your lips. 

You were getting asked out. And every possible thing was going right; he was cute, he was witty, there was a connection, there were no interruptions—

“Are you free at six?”

Your mouth opened to reply a quick “yes”, but suddenly there were a set of hands landing firmly on your shoulders and you could feel the familiar brush of soft hair against your cheek. 

“No sir, she is not free.” 

The subtly stern voice of your brother replied, and the color of the stranger's face in front of you went pale as his eyes darted between you and the intruder beside you. “But thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, Minho—man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I swear.” Came the panicked reply. 

You winced, expression going sour as the apologies flew out of the boy’s mouth at a rapid pace. 

“Sister.” Minho corrected, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face that read disaster. 

And then after a few more unsettling glares and passive-aggressive comments from your older brother, the guy was gone, his head lowered to his chest. You had seen worse. There had been many more that happened to end in bruises and a visit from campus security, so a little humiliation wasn’t so terrible. 

But fucking hell—there goes another one. 

“You need to stop doing that,” you said, swiping all your books into your bag as your brother watched the poor soul leave the library with satisfaction. 

Minho scoffed. “What? Weeding out the losers that run at a little sign of conflict?” He tisked patronizingly. “Do you really want to be in a relationship with someone who pisses themselves because your brother was being a little protective? I’m not going to be here forever, and who will be the one to watch out for you then? Certainly not Mr. Are-You-Free-At-Six.”

A heavy sigh left your lips. You had heard his speech before and you had been infuriated. But after years of the same response and lecture, you grew numb to the feeling of anger towards your brother. 

“Who said I even needed protecting?”

“Me. I’m your big brother, I know what’s best for you.” He replied curtly, grabbing your bag from your shoulder and slinging it over his own. 

You scowled, following him as he charmingly waved at the librarian on your way out. She chuckled under her breath and fluttered her fingers towards Minho, absolutely no intention of even glancing at you. Minho was a very likable person. He had always been able to use his endless pool of charisma to get on anyone’s good side, and that had opened up many opportunities for him. 

Unfortunately, your brother had many sides to him, and one of them had manifested from his obsessive need to keep you away from any and all possible danger in life. That part of him was what had every guy running for the hills. 

You were a freshman in college, and every relationship you had was ruined, courtesy of your older brother. 

The two of you merged into the crowded halls filled with unrushed university students, several people greeting Minho with friendly gestures that you couldn’t keep up with. It was as if no one even saw you—you supposed that was also Minho’s fault.

“I have class now,” you huffed, tugging your bag from his shoulder and nearly making him stumble into a wall. “Okay? Am I allowed to continue my education, oh great brother of mine?”

Minho made a mocking face in your direction. “Haha. Very funny, young lady. Now don’t go seducing any more good-for-nothing’s while I’m gone. Got it?”

“I’m going to kill you one of these days.”

Minho snorted, spinning on his heel towards the direction of his own class. 

“And I’ll be waiting with open arms, little sister!”

“Eat shit, Minho!”

With a visible bounce in his step he disappeared behind the corner, supposedly heading to his next class, but you knew it was just a matter of time before he would get sidetracked and distracted along the way. He was always excited to see you around campus, seeing you—his baby sister—just made his day better. 

Generally, you found yourself smiling after a good interaction with your brother, but then he would go and pull the ‘protective brother’ card and suddenly you had the urge to rip his throat out. Minho knew you were growing up and pretty soon his intrusions wouldn’t be seen as just a nuisance, and they would turn into more of an invasion of your personal life. But you could see how much that realization hurt him, so you held back. 

You settled into your seat as one of the first people in the lecture hall, watching as your professor rubbed his eyes and set up the slides for the class. 

On your second day of class, your professor had snapped at one of the students for being late for his lecture, and it scared the shit out of you. The next day he apologized and used the excuse of being hungover and hungry, and it opened your eyes to the fact that you weren’t in high school anymore. You were surrounded by adults—careless and irresponsible adults, granted, but they were old enough to understand your professor’s woes. 

Still, you would never find yourself arriving late, just in case you caught him on one of his bad days. 

“Y/n,” 

The cheery voice startled you out of your stupor. 

“Good morning, my darling.”

Your eyes rolled back, though a smile still grew on your face. A fleeting thought ran through your head, you shouldn’t have been surprised, he did it every morning. You offered him a sparing glance as he stepped up to your seat, falling back into the uncomfortable chair beside you. 

“Hi, Jisung,” you chuckled as his arm swung around your shoulders. 

You decided to ignore the way the cut of his sleeves allowed you to get a glimpse of the muscle that was starting to form.

Han Jisung was your brother’s best friend, an annoying loud-mouth who was in too many of your classes for it to be a coincidence. He had been by Minho’s side for most of his life, and therefore, most of yours. And he flirted with you for as long as you could remember. 

Just as the majority of the students started to flood the hall, Jisung pulled an apple out of his bag, holding it out for you to take. 

“I noticed that you hadn’t gone to lunch with Felix today, and I figured since you’re looking berry cute today—” He grabbed your hand, placing the fruit into your palm. “Sorry. I didn't have any lines for apples.”

And the pickup lines—the many, many pickup lines.

“Really? Nothing?” You asked.

His head shook, eyes coy. 

You aided him, shaking the apple in front of his face, “You’re the apple of my eye?”

“Ah…” He nodded in realization, seemingly bummed for not thinking of that one before. But then suddenly a smirk flickered over his features and he was pinching your cheek, “I knew you were in love with me.”

You turned away from his grabbing hand, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. His talent was finding a way to flirt with you, and at times you had wondered how he was so good at it. 

Practice made perfect, you guessed. 

You smiled. “Uh-huh.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was in love with you—

“Hyunae told me to start eating more fruit, so she threw the apple into my bag when I wasn’t looking.”

—but Han Jisung had a girlfriend, and she was so much more than you could ever be. 

Not that you cared at all. 

“So you two are doing well?” You asked, feigning interest as you reached into your bag and pulled out your laptop. Maybe if you were stealthy enough you would be able to sneak in some studying while your professor went on about how traffic signs affected climate change—or whatever it was that he was talking about that week. 

No wonder why you had no idea what you were doing.

Jisung hummed, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah. She’s still bossy, but that’s just Hyunae.” 

“I heard she got into quite the discussion with Hyunjin this morning.”

You were swinging pretty low, but you weren’t the biggest fan of Hyunae to begin with, so there was a small part of you that enjoyed picking at the scabs she left behind. 

Okay, there was a pretty big part of you. 

“Don’t remind me,” he grunted. “One day their fights will end with murder. And it’ll be me who is found dead.” 

“Next time they get into an argument just slip away and let campus security deal with the mess. Let the bitches be bitches.” 

Your suggestion was in the form of a joke, but really, you meant every word. 

Hyunae easily rivaled Hyunjin’s bitchiness, and in your group of friends, that statement had weight to it. Not just anyone could argue with Hyunjin and step away unscathed, but she managed to do so just about every day. You would’ve been impressed had she ever shown you any kindness, but she hated you from day one. You were only returning the favor by rooting for Hyunjin until he somehow figured out how to kill someone with his words. 

He had come close before, so you kept your fingers crossed.

“Well that bitch is a goddess in bed,” Jisung snickered, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “And frankly it’s hot when someone’s bossy during sex—”

“Are we talking about Hyunae or Hyunjin now?”

Jisung laughed sarcastically, throwing a sneer your way. “Bravo. You want a medal for the joke of the year?”

“Nah, I have plenty of better jokes that imply that you like boys.” You absentmindedly glanced back towards your professor as he began the lecture, his voice as uninterested as your gaze. “Though I have yet to make one about your secret relationship with my brother.”

Jisung nodded with fake enthusiasm and said, “That’s nice but I’m not listening to you anymore.”

“The girls on campus would pay big bucks for that sex tape.”

“Shut up before I throw up on you.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t like me.” You pouted half-assed, typing notes that you would never use solely because their only purpose was to make it seem like you cared. Though by the look of it, the professor probably gave less of a shit than you anyway. 

Jisung’s teasing and inappropriate comments hardly bothered you anymore, especially since you knew how to counter them with your own. 

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” he mused, though you both knew the reason why he was taking the class was because he needed the credits and the teacher didn’t care if you botched all of your tests as long as the final was double-spaced and had your name at the top. 

“Because I’m your favorite.” You whispered, lifting your pointer finger to your lips. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Minho.”

“As if. Get your head out of your ass.” 

“Duly noted.”

You loved Jisung.

You loved him in the same way you loved your brother; you didn’t want to love him, but for whatever twisted reason, the universe made it so. Too bad you didn’t think of Jisung as a brother—the game of life was cruel that way. It sucked that he was such a good… everything. Han Jisung was a good friend, a good boyfriend, and annoyingly one of the best people you had ever met. 

Not that you would ever admit that to him and risk his head inflating to the size of Felix’s stuffed animal collection. 

Dammit, you really didn’t want to love that moron. 

Maybe you could get away with being in like with him instead.

“Y/n!”

Your head swiveled, just barely catching a flash of ridiculous purple hair before a hold on your wrist was stopping you mid-stride. 

“Owie,” was what came out of your mouth, your gaze set into a glare at your aggressor.

Though, Felix wasn’t fazed by your scowl. He was too excited—or pissed, it was hard to tell—about whatever he wanted to tell you. But knowing him, his news probably had something to do with the meme he posted on Twitter that morning—you did see it, and no, you weren’t very impressed. You expected better than the overused picture of the woman yelling at that cat at the dinner table. Caption be damned, that meme wasn’t even good anymore. 

Felix was followed by his shorter but considerably stronger lackey. Without even looking at him you already knew Changbin’s biceps were popping under the black shirt he wore, the whole aesthetic making him look way more intimidating than he was. 

“Where were you?” Felix asked, smacking your arm hard enough to gain your attention. “You didn’t meet us for lunch.”

“Maybe because I don’t appreciate your abuse.” 

“Haha. Seriously,” he griped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why’d you ditch me?”

You had been friends with Felix for who knows how long, but you would never get used to how needy the boy was. You and your brother sure grabbed a couple of good ones. 

“I had to study.” You admitted with a huff, though you already knew your excuse wouldn’t be enough for Felix. 

“Okay, one—you never do that.” He countered before flashing you a look. “And two—liar.”

You set your gaze on Changbin for some support, but the boy simply avoided your eyes as his way of saying “you’re on your own here”.

You turned back to Felix with a groan. Changbin never helped you ever, the bastard. 

“Lix I have a dumb test in statistics next week and for whatever reason, all I can remember right now is that the SREB3 gene in zebrafish can cure cancer or something.”

“That has nothing to do with statistics—”

“And is also very wrong. Are you even paying attention in biology?” Changbin asked, his face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and disgust. 

You motioned to Changbin to prove your point. “Hence the reason why I was in the library.”

Felix suddenly tilted his head back and did that thing where he looked like he was trying to convince himself that living was worth it. 

He sighed. “Okay, I’m calling Seungmin—”

At his words, you all but shrieked, a hand swatting Felix’s shoulder instinctively.

Seungmin was a friend of Hyunjin’s, which indirectly made him a friend of yours. But the relationship between the two of you could only be classified as rocky considering he felt the need to tell you just how much he wanted to, and you quote, “throw a rock at your head”. Ironically enough, the feeling was mutual. 

But you would never say that to his face because that would most likely lead him to complete the task.

“You promised to never do that to me again!” You cried, throwing yourself against Felix’s boney shoulder. 

This time was Felix’s turn to look at Changbin and search for help, but he was met with the same passive reaction as you had received. Honestly, you didn’t know why anyone tried anymore. 

“He’s not that bad, Y/n.”

You gaped, disbelieving of your friend’s words. “You can’t be serious. He’s the devil! He preys on the weak, and then spits out their bones, Felix.”

“He tutored you once and you got a ninety-eight on your exam.”

“After hours of torture and anguish.” 

Felix gave you an unsympathetic look before plucking his phone from Changbin’s back pocket, “I’m calling him.”

With a glare, you folded your arms over your chest. “Remember this moment the next time you ask me to revise your Tinder bio.” 

“Joke’s on you. Changbin gives better advice and he doesn’t laugh at me.”

You snorted despite yourself. 

But before Felix could lift the phone to his ear, Changbin’s began to ring obnoxiously in his pocket, and you were ready to bow and praise whichever deity in the sky that decided to bless you with such luck. 

And like a child, you stuck out your tongue. 

“What’s up?” Changbin hummed, turning away from the two of you. “Did you get all of your stuff in the apartment yet…?”

Changbin and Minho were roommates and had been since Changbin was a freshman. The two worked well together in the sense that they were both loud as hell and could (and hopefully never will) sleep through a stampede of elephants in their living room. 

Felix slipped his phone into his pocket, unabashedly listening to the conversation just as you were. 

“They must’ve finally found someone interested in moving in.”

They had always talked about renting with someone else, but along with being the worst people to live with, the duo was picky as hell. Pigs would fly and snowballs would be living in hell the moment they let someone else move in with them. 

“Okay, but is Minho going to let you turn the office into a recording room?”

You froze, a remark on the tip of your tongue. 

Changbin was talking on the phone about recording—an activity that you knew for a fact that only two people in your life had ever taken part in—and moving into Minho and Changbin’s shared apartment. 

Now, you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box but connecting all the dots wasn’t too difficult. 

“Are you crazy?” 

Not only was the idea of Jisung moving into Minho’s apartment a terrible one, but it would also compromise the only place you could relax in peace. Your dorm was hell (for reasons you didn’t want to relive) and you weren’t allowed anywhere near the boys' dorm. You were currently on the RA’s shit-list ever since the misunderstanding that went down last semester—

Bad timing for a room check one night when you, Felix, and Hyunjin were in a compromising position.

If Jisung moved in with Minho, you would then be spending more time with him, and all the hard work you spent on keeping your distance would’ve been for nothing. You’d probably see his monster of a girlfriend around regularly as well, and you didn’t want to witness any of that in your lifetime. 

Time to welcome the snowballs to hell, because that was where you were headed. 

Hoisting your bag over your shoulder, you positioned yourself to run.

“Lix, I’m sorry but I have to go beat some sense into my brother! Maybe we can talk to Seungmin on a day when I feel like dying from blunt force trauma.”

You didn’t bother to wait for the yelling as you took off through the quad. 

The wind slapped you in the face the moment you were away from the cover of the university buildings, and you were suddenly second-guessing the escapade. Though, you simply chalked your reluctance up to laziness and continued forward. Minho’s apartment wasn’t far from the university, and after his little stunt in the library, you were looking forward to kicking his ass in the privacy of his home. 

You pulled your spare key from your bag as you finally approached the complex, eager to get away from the nipping wind. Because fuck you for wearing a t-shirt in forty-degree weather.

Pushing the door open, you threw your bag inside recklessly, “Minho, you flat-faced asshole. You tell me right now that Jisung isn’t your new—” 

But you screeched to a stop as your eyes locked onto someone who definitely wasn’t Minho. 

“Roommate.” 

You swallowed. 

A man with perfectly styled black hair and no sleeves on his shirt sat on your brother's couch, a pair of thick headphones covering his ears and a laptop resting on his thick thighs. His eyes darted up to meet your gaze as the door closed behind you, and a single brow raised as you stood in front him in a stupor. 

“Hello,” he pulled his headphones down to hang around his neck, cocking his head in amusement. “I am neither Minho nor Jisung, and I really hope I’m not a flat-faced asshole. Can I help you?” 

You floundered for a second, mouth open. “I mean—I was looking for my brother. Changbin was on the phone with their new roommate, and I just assumed…”

“You thought that Jisung was his new roommate?” He snickered, carefully placing his labeled laptop onto the couch and lifting to his feet. 

You were tempted to hang your head in shame and leave with your confidence shattered. But his attractive gaze was enough to convince you to stay put. 

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well,” the stranger’s expression softened, his hand reaching forward. “I’m Chan. Your brother’s new roommate.”

You gave his hand a quick glance before taking it. 

“I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

New roommate: not as terrible as you expected it to be. 

The more you looked at him, the more you wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. Though you would have to be delusional to actually admit that out loud to a complete stranger, it was surprisingly tempting. 

And… you were still holding his hand. 

“Oh, uh—sorry.”

Releasing his grip, you laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat rise up your face and engulf your ears. 

Damn your brother and his affinity for making friends with every gorgeous person that crossed his path. He was going to kill you eventually, between his protectiveness that shattered your social life and all his model-like friends that continued to claw their way into your heart. 

A pleasant beat of silence passed between the two of you while you both took a second to consider each other. Chan wasn’t your conventionally beautiful person like Hyunjin, nor was he completely rough around the edges like Changbin. His hair was a bit wild, possibly due to the lack of product, but it was combed through and hung around his eyes nicely. A stark contrast from the gelled and styled boy you had been infatuated with.

Your eyes fell onto the coffee table between you, neck growing warm as you realized your thoughts had drifted back to Jisung, even with such an attractive stranger standing right in front of you.

You shut your eyes, stilling yourself as you took in a deep breath.

“So…” you drawled, avoiding his amused gaze. “Recording, huh?”

That settled it, you were an idiot. 

Chan snorted out loud, finding your innocent question cute.

“I’m a producer.” Chan supplied, shifting closer to you in order to lean against the couch. “I haven’t been able to record my own songs for a while though. That’s why I’ve been trying to convince Minho to let me turn his office into a recording room. I have all the soundproof padding and everything, all I need is to guilt-trip him into letting me put it up.”

You nodded in understanding, glancing over towards the not so office that Minho was currently using as a storage room. 

If anyone was ever surprised by the number of bundles he had in his room, they would drop dead at the sight of what was behind that door. 

It was bundle hell. 

Your voice rang out, “That would probably take you all day on your own. It’s pretty disastrous in there.”

“Is there an implication there?” He snarked, mock question in his voice. 

“I help you clean, and you show me what you have on that little laptop of yours.”

Chan hummed, his eyes tracing over you and then over to his precious laptop resting off to the side. He had always been cautious about showing people his music, there were too many outcomes that he didn’t like thinking about. But you were looking at him with this excited little grin and he was finding it hard to say no. 

You were dangerous.

“I can get behind that deal,” Chan concluded. 

“Great,” you chirped without a second of hesitation. “Let’s go.”

But Chan’s strong grip stopped you as you attempted to pass and you couldn’t help but focus your eyes on the veins that ran up his bare arms. 

His eyebrow raised, amused. “We’re just going to barge in there and start cleaning?”

“Would you rather wait for the bundles to gain consciousness and invite us in?”

Chan couldn’t help but bark a laugh at your sarcasm. “Of course not. I just wanted to ask for Minho’s permission first—”

You paused him with the raise of your hand, “There’s one thing you will learn about my brother; he never says yes.”

Sensing a seriousness behind your tone, Chan nodded, suddenly open to all of your suggestions. 

“Lead the way then.” Chan encouraged, gesturing forward and releasing your arm. 

“My pleasure.”

But just as you were about to reach for the handle of the spare room, you remembered something—

The fact that you were a (stupid and unemployed) college student currently paying for a failing test grade in her statistics class.

You cursed under your breath, pausing in your stride long enough to prompt Chan’s questioning gaze, and damn it, it was adorable the way he cocked his head to the side. 

“Something wrong?” He asked. 

Your face twisted in thought, “Probably…”

“And…?”

You cleared your throat, finally pulling your eyes away from the chipping white paint of the door.

“Do you perhaps know anything about statistics?”

[yourfavewriteress]

right under our noses (introduction/teaser) | colton parayko

SO, I got this idea for short story featuring Colton Parayko. I have the whole series outlined with a few parts and an epilogue, but here’s a teaser... Would you want to read this?

Teaser: “You want to set me up?”

It all started with a nice gesture. Jayne was Y/N’s best friend and was tired of seeing her single. She genuinely wanted her friend to finally have everything she dreamed of, including finding ‘the one.’ 

“Let me find you someone,” Jayne pleaded.

“Why?” I groaned. 

“Because it might be nice to double date,” She rolled her eyes. “And, don’t act like you don’t think about it.”

“Well, obviously, I think about it but I’m still a firm believer in letting things happen naturally.”

“Come on, I know what you like and what you need,” She said. “How about I suggest someone and if you like the suggestion, you give it a shot?”

“No.”

“Y/N,” Jayne started. “Think abo-”

“-Maybe you should let her be,” Alex, Jayne’s husband, cut in. 

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Jayne rolled her eyes, “Girl talk, Alex. Mind yours.”

He laughed, “I’m just saying, babe. Doesn’t seem like she wants to date right now.”

He stood up, pressing a kiss to Jayne’s temple. “I’ll see you guys later.”

He flicked my ear as he walked by, making me swipe his hand. “Grow up.”

“Okay, I know that you don’t want to be set up. But, what if I could actually find you someone that you’ll genuinely like? You said it yourself, waiting around is boring. And, if anyone knows what you like, it’s me, and you know it.”

“Jayne, I don’t think so,” I shook my head. “Do you not think I can just meet someone on my own?”

“Y/N, of course you can. You meet people all the time, but you and I both know you have never really liked anyone that you just let approach you. We can try it and if it doesn’t work, I’ll back off, but maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to actually have someone picked for you this one time.”

“I have to approve before you even say anything to them about me,” I gave in, rubbing my temple. It wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Well, what would be the fun in that?” She smiled.

“Jayne,” I warned.

“Okay, we’ll see,” She shrugged. “I definitely won’t let you walk into anything blind just yet.”

“Just yet?” I narrowed my eyes at her.

“Anyway, let me do some snooping around and see what’s on the market right now,” She teased. “You know me, and you know I will not disappoint you, right?”

“Mhm,” I hummed.

“I’ll take all things into consideration, I promise.”

Jayne was simply planning to set Y/N up on a date with someone she thought would fit. A normal set up between her best friend and a guy she trusts with her. But, when one of her husband’s teammates showed up one Friday night for dinner, she got an even better idea.

“I’m surprised you’re not out with the guys,” Alex said from the counter where he was cutting the food for their dinner tonight.

“I’m getting tired of the party scene,” Colton responded, popping a chip into his mouth. 

“What does that mean?” Alex laughed. “Trying to settle down, Parry?”

“Shut up,” Colton rolled his eyes. 

“Well, are you?” Jayne asked from the other side of the kitchen by the stove.

“I’m not not trying to settle down,” He shrugged. “Just, the one night stand crowd at the bars we go to don’t interest me anymore.”

Alex and Jayne shared a look before Alex spoke up again. “So, you’re looking to date now? Just one person?”

Colton shrugged again, “I don’t know what I’m looking for. I think I’m probably just going to lay low and see what happens.”

“Feeling old, man?” 

Colton laughed in response, “I am getting older. Marriage and kids is definitely on my brain now.”

“What if we set you up?” Jayne asked. Colton furrowed his eyebrows, ready to respond but Alex beat him.

“No, no, no, what if she set you up,” Alex pointed at Jayne, removing himself from the equation.

“You want to set me up?” Colton asked.

“Well, if you’re looking for something a little more long term, I might know of a couple people to suggest,” Jayne responded, moving to stand next to her husband. “If you want.”

Colton looked between Alex and Jayne, unsure of what to say. Alex knew what his wife was up to, and if he really thought about it, it wasn’t a terrible idea. 

“She has good taste,” Alex sighed. “Intensely invested but knows what she’s doing.”

“I mean,” Colton started. “ I guess I’d be open to that.”

“Yeah?” Jayne practically cheered.

“Yeah,” Colton laughed. “Just, I’m not going to say I’m picky, but I’d be ly-”

“-Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. You won’t be disappointed.”

With her best friend allowing her to set her up, Jayne thought it was going to be hard to truly find someone that Y/N could like. She didn’t expect the perfect guy to just fall in her lap one night. It was oddly perfect how Colton Parayko, #55 of the St. Louis Blues was now looking to date long-term. He was exactly Y/N’s type, and Jayne could definitely attest to that having known you for so long. But, was Y/N Colton’s type?

Later that night, as Alex and Jayne got ready for bed, Alex brought up the elephant in the room.

“Tell me if I’m wrong, but you were thinking about setting up Colton and Y/N, right?”

Jayne laughed, “Yes. I didn’t even realize it until Colton started talking.”

“Me either,” Alex said, getting into bed. “I don’t know, though. Do you think Y/N would go for a hockey player?”

“That’s the only thing I’m worried about. I don’t really know how to sell Colton to her because it’s not like they haven’t met before.”

“And, she’s never said anything about him?”

“She doesn’t say anything about any of the players on the team. Forbidden fruit,” Jayne shrugged. “But, I know she thinks he’s cute.”

“How do you know that?”

“When they first met, she blushed so hard I spent five minutes with her in the bathroom laughing about it.”

“So, we’re good, then.”

“I don’t know if she’ll want to date a hockey player, though,” Jayne sighed. “She always talks about how she doesn’t know how I put up with it and she would be miserable.”

“Well, good luck getting her to agree then,” Alex laughed.

Jayne rolled her eyes, getting into bed. 

After a few moments, Jayne sat up. “It was right under our noses!”

“What?” Alex asked.

“Colton and Y/N! They’re literally perfect for each other but we didn’t realize it. They were right under our noses.”

“Okay…” Alex trailed off, leaning on his elbow as he stared at his wife.

“If we can get them to realize it, right under their noses, we won’t even have to say anything.”

“You keep saying ‘we,’ babe,” Alex laughed.

“You have to help me,” Jayne pleaded. “You can’t sit here and say, knowing both of them, that they wouldn’t actually be a really nice couple? Y/N is strong so she can’t be with someone who’s just going to be passive. She wants to be woo’d even though her pride would never let her say it. They both are obsessed with romantic comedies, which means they have similar ideas as to what they want in a relationship. Physically, I can assure you they would match if they really looked at each other and-”

“-Okay,” Alex said. “I see it, you’re right.”

“You know Colton better than I do, what do you really think?”

“I think everything you just said,” He shrugged. “He’s definitely a romantic, not a pushover and doesn’t want to date one. They kind of have the same sense of humor? I don’t know but she’s definitely his type, I’ll tell you that much. He’s said it before but I shot him down fast.”

“Why?” Jayne slapped his chest.

“That was like 3 years ago!” He exclaimed. “She was very anti-hockey players. She still is, to be fair.”

She rolled her eyes but returned back to the plan. “I have an idea. What if we tell them we found the perfect person for them, but they have to figure out who it is on their own?”

“What is this? A Lifetime movie?”

“Shut up,” Jayne glared at her husband. “That’s the only way they’ll both actually talk to each other long enough to realize that there could be something there. Obviously, we’ll be working behind the scenes to get them in situations where they’re around each other but the rest they’ll have to do on their own.”

“I don’t know, babe,” Alex sighed. “I don’t see either of them agreeing to this.”

“I can convince Y/N, can you convince Colton?”

“What do we even tell them?”

“We tell them that they know this person and they have for a while but they need to be open to getting to know them on a more romantic level first and they won’t do that if we tell them who the other person is. I really think I can convince Y/N because she’s the type that needs to feel comfortable with someone before she actually starts letting them in. This way, they can get to know each other before they even realize that we’re trying to set them up.”

“How are they not going to find out? They barely talk, you don’t think they’re going to notice when all of a sudden they can’t avoid each other?”

“I don’t know,” Jayne groaned. “We’re going to make it less noticeable. We just need to tell them to be more open minded about the people they already know and that’s it.”

“Well, we both think they’re a good match and if they both agree, I’m down to help. But, if this goes bad..”

“It won’t. I seriously have a feeling that they could be good together if they gave it a shot.”

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

So I just finished watching Money Heist/La Casa de Papel yesterday and OH BOY do I have some thoughts

I’m going to have to write a few of these posts probably because this ended up way longer than intended, but here are my Serquel musings 

Spoilers up to and including Part 4

Sergio/Raquel (Serquel)

This ship has consumed me pretty much since it first appeared.

It’s so compelling. 

One of the reasons for that is that it seems to be so obviously doomed from the start: how the heck can a criminal mastermind - the criminal mastermind in charge of the biggest heist in history - and the inspector trying to catch him ever be a successful couple? They can’t. If he cancels/sells out the heist for her he betrays his friends and goes to prison anyway. If she covers up for him they both go to prison - or, at the bare minimum, he’ll go to prison and she’ll lose her job. It’s a lose-lose.

What makes us care about all this is that - this huge conundrum aside - this is not a ludicrous pairing. We gradually see how they fit. Both are fantastic at their jobs, and obsessed to varying degrees. Both want to defeat the bad guys (although they initially disagree who the bad guys are). He’s sweet and vulnerable and cares intensely - no matter what his rules might forbid - and she is passionate, a little burned, and needs someone genuine. They both thrive on excitement and pressure and puzzles.

And the relationship stays seemingly doomed for a long time. Even after the polygraph, when they’ve pretty decisively established that they have feelings for one another despite being on opposite sides, it still seems impossible. The Professor might be steadily ruining his own plan, but Raquel Murillo is not going to let him get away just because she happens to have developed feelings for him. Not to mention the fact that she feels - rightly - pretty betrayed at this point.

But then things change, and even as Raquel stands accused as a co-conspirator she still can’t kill him, and not just because of all the Serbian mafia in the room. And then he explains his idea to her, properly, and she finally decides he’s worth switching sides for. 

I’m going to go into less specific detail for Parts 3 and 4 (Part 3 was SO GOOD for this ship though), and more use those series as a way to respond to some anti-Serquel ideas I’ve seen. 

So, I’ve seen a few people being like: yep, Serquel is cute and all, but he basically ruined her life and continues to put her and her family in danger, so she’d probably be better off leaving him.

And you know what? I had this wobble too, in the episode where Alicia is interrogating Raquel and mentions all the things she’s done for him (moving across the world being the primary example) and how Raquel has a habit of choosing men who humiliate her (a reference to her physically abusive ex-husband, but also provoking flashbacks about her and Sergio: ‘you’re the weakest link’ and the argument where he frames their relationship as him ‘winning’ the negotiation game). (Sidenote here to say that I do not condone blaming abuse victims for their abuse in any way - this was an extremely manipulative move on Alicia’s part, but I guess that was the point.)

So here’s the thing: Sergio did ruin Raquel’s professional life - that’s indisputable and given how important her job was to her, it’s no minor betrayal. He also deliberately targeted her because he thought the abuse she’d suffered would make her more vulnerable, which is pretty gross. 

B U T

Everything past that point, Raquel chose. She is not a passive love interest in this story - she is recklessly in love with him. She knew this man for what - all of a week? - and in that time fell in love, was betrayed, tried to kill/capture him, committed to him, betrayed him, and then - AND THEN - after an entire YEAR - got out the postcards that he’d given her when he still hadn’t even told her his name, found some coordinates and flew to the Philippines to reunite with him. After a year. There was a good chance that he was no longer there, and an even better chance that, if he was, he wouldn’t be interested anymore. A year is a long time when you’ve only known someone for a few days.

And here’s the thing: judge her all you want (except don’t, because we don’t hold male characters to these standards), but Raquel’s mother and daughter have never been her priority. She loves them, of course she does, but even before Sergio she prioritised her job over them. They only become her priority when there’s a chance her daughter might end up with abusive ex-scumbag.

Which means that her work on the second heist isn’t a sign that she’s giving up everything for love and that Sergio is expecting more than he’s willing to give in return. She wants to do it. When he tells her to leave when Tokyo arrives, she basically tells him to fuck off, and you know what? She fits right in with that gang. Although I feel concerned that they dropped her into the Bank of Spain at the end of Part 4 instead of reuniting her with Sergio, I think she’s really suited to that side of things. She’s so not interested in sitting on an island babysitting and waiting for him to get back. 

Finally, to address the couple of hurtful things he said to her while they were on the road together: it is strongly established that he struggles with interpersonal relationships and self expression. For that reason, I really think it’s a stretch to infer that he was trying to hurt her - he was calling it as he saw it, and perhaps didn’t realise that what he said would hurt her. I also think (to contradict myself) there was a little bit of the classic subconscious ‘if I hurt you, you’ll leave but at least you’ll be safe’. Not to mention that said scenes are followed later by possibly the most sincere apology I have ever seen. TL;DR THIS SHIP IS PERFECT AND I WILL FIGHT YOU

[minstrivia]

; d.va | m.

— pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

— genre: smut, angst, pwp

— word count: 2k+

— warnings: jungkook being a shit boyfriend, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talk 

— summary: it’s a pretty important day for you but jungkook doesn’t seem to think so. 

Y/N's not a jealous person, with a boyfriend like Jungkook, she's already built a mental barrier for the girls that try it with him at college, on the streets and basically everywhere he goes. She's even immune to the bullshit his ex tries to pull every so often. At least, that's what she likes to believe.

He's always good at reassuring her though if she does happen to get a bit green-eyed. He'll wrap his arms around her, tuck his face into her neck and tell her all the reasons why he loves her. It doesn't happen all that often because, well because she's not a jealous person. Yet, before she knows it she's melting in his arms and bending at his will— that happens often.

But she'd overheard him talking with his friends yesterday, not on purpose obviously but once she'd started, she couldn't stop. They'd been talking about some girl, Diva or something. She remembers the conversation clear as day probably because she's been obsessively thinking about it.

"Would you fuck D.va?" His friend had said.

"Would I?" Jungkook replied like it was a stupid question to ask. "Shit, I would fucking pound into her mate."

"Seriously? What about Y/N?"

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

“That’s my boy.” His friends all hollered around him letting out low whistles. While he laughed along.

He just fucking laughed. Y/N couldn't and still can't understand it. She knows his reputation. But she also remembers him promising her he wasn't going to play around anymore. So, she didn't say anything about it. She trusts him.

"Hey Kookie," She greets as soon as she walks into his apartment. She hangs her gym bag on one of his coat hooks. "I brought some of that coconut bread you said you like from that shop down the road."

She bends down as she begins to untie her laces. "It smelt so tempting, coming up I had to stop myself from eating any of it." She chuckles. "Or else coach will have my head. You know how she is."

Y/N pauses. Jungkook's not saying anything, he hasn't said a word since she came in and normally as soon as Y/N mentions her coach he always has something to say. Like 'she works you too hard' or 'Christ, does she want you to die'. But there's nothing, absolute radio silence. And she's frowning. 

She stands to her feet slowly. "Kookie?"

She makes her way to the living room, calm deliberate strides on the mahogany floor. She's worried, he's never this quiet. As soon as she steps into his apartment, he's normally already at the door expecting her, helping her remove outdoor clothing and asking her about her day. 

So when she reaches the living room, it's easy to see why none of that had happened. 

Jungkook's sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows pressed to his thighs, fiddling with a controller in his hands. His headphones are in and he's muttering and cursing into the mic at something happening on the screen.

Y/N sighs. She'd bought some game for him on his birthday, a month ago— overwatch or something. It doesn't matter. Either way, he'd had his eye on the game for some time and as the loving girlfriend she is, she bought it as soon as she could. Though if she could return it too, she would

Because ever since she'd bought the game for him, it was all he spent his time on. If he could skip classes altogether and spend his time on the game instead, Y/N has no doubt he would.

"Kookie." Y/N moves a headphone out the way as she speaks in his ear. "I got you bread."

“Fuck.” Jungkook almost jumps at the feeling of someone touching him before realising it's only Y/N. He pauses his game before turning his head to face her. 

"Shit Y/N, when did you get here?" He asks while surveying her cautiously. 

There's something different about her, and it's not just the bag of food she's holding in her grasp— even if it does smell amazing. It's not that. It's something else and it's making him feel like he's forgetting something but knowing him he could be stressing over nothing.

She rolls her eyes. "I got here like a minute ago. But you were so occupied you didn't hear me."

He hums. Maybe it is nothing. She doesn't look at all peeved like if he were to be actually forgetting something. So it must be nothing.

"Sorry, I was in the middle of a game."

"Yeah. I can see that," She says smiling. "I'll just put the bread in the kitchen yeah, then we'll go."

He nods not completely processing what she’s saying, but when he does he’s furrowing his brows. "Wait, where are we going?"

Y/N smiles. "What d'you mean 'where are we going'?"

Jungkook shrugs. He has no idea what she's on about, he hadn't had plans of leaving this spot today at all. He’s not even sure why she’s here.

"Wait— you're not serious are you?"

He wouldn’t actually forget the plans they’d made today, would he? Not when this was such a special day for her. He’s definitely fucking with her.

Jungkook’s very serious. But hearing her tone he’s not sure if he should tell her that. He racks his mind for any clue on what she’s on about but he keeps on coming up empty.

“I mean, did you have plans?”

Y/N frowns. He’s actually forgotten. “We have plans, remember, it’s my swim meet today.”

Oh yeah. That’s what it was. Jungkook clicks his teeth. Now she’s said it, he finally notices what’s different. She’s wearing those tight sports leggings that she hates but her coach makes her wear because it’s supposed to keep her warm.

“Yeah about that—” His phone notifications go off and he knows it’s his friends asking where he is. “I can’t come.”

“What? Why?”

He winces. How can he say this in a way she’ll understand? “Well, the boys and I are doing this like big squad play in like 2 minutes and I kinda need to be there.”

He says it all in one breath and Y/N can’t tell if he’s messing with her or not. Though he’s passive expression tells the tale that he’s definitely not messing with her.

"Wow... are you actually being fucking serious right now." Y/N’s fuming. She can't believe what he's trying to say. 

They'd planned this weeks ago, they'd go to the coffee shop, the one they both agreed they liked, then to her swim meet, and after they would have a celebration dinner date, no matter what happens. She's been so nervous and excited ever since she made the representing team. It's an international game, her first ever one. And Jungkook doesn't look like he cares at all.

"Jungkook, it's my swim meet," She explains, even though she doesn't think she has too. Whenever he has a track meet, she's not even questioning if she's coming or not. She'll be there regardless of if she had anything planned.

"Yeah—" Jungkook sighs as he dies in the game again. She's distracting him and he has no idea why she's making this into a bigger deal than it should be. "—and you'll have others."

Y/N blinks, trying to understand the situation. He has definitely got to be playing around with her now. "It's the first international meet, so no I won't have other—" She's quoting him with her fingers but he doesn't take notice. "—first international meets. Kook, if this were your track meet, I wouldn't do this to you."

"Y/N, swim meets are nowhere as intense as my track meets."

Y/N scoffs. "Fucking hell, can you hear yourself. Are you actually hearing the bullshit that's pouring from your mouth? You know what, I've had enough. You can ignore me all you like to play this stupid game, that let me remind you, I fucking bought. But you do not get to disrespect me and belittle the sport I play." 

She huffs, his attention isn't even solely on her. Fuck this. Fuck him.

"Ah, you know what, you can enjoy time with your new girlfriend, Diva or whatever her fucking name is. Because I quit."

Jungkook can't help the chuckle that leaves his mouth. She's always like this when she's annoyed at him, so he knows she doesn't mean it.

"Baby, you're overreacting. I'm just saying it's probably better I don't come. It might put too much pressure on you."

Pressure? What the fuck is he on about? Y/N throws her arms in the air defeatedly. "God, Jungkook can you— can you just stop thinking about yourself for once? Do you even actually care? Wait, of course, you don't since you'd be glad to cheat on me. What I don't know won't hurt me right? "

The slight wobble in her voice is evident when she speaks and Jungkook tenses. Shit. She'd heard him yesterday. He stops his game, not even bothering to pause it as he looks back at her but she's not there. He can hear the hasty steps of her feet and sniffling. Fuck. Y/N always sniffles when she cries.

He's quick on his feet, jogging up to her quickly before she can put on her shoes. He tugs on her arm, twirling her around and into his arms.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm such a shit boyfriend." He grasps her chin tilting it up towards him. Her eyes are red, there's a tear running down her cheek and he's quick to wipe it away. "What I just said now, and yesterday, it's just me being a fucking idiot okay?"

She nods. She hadn't even meant to cry, the emotions just all came crashing down at once ambushing her steady front and before she knew it her vision was blurry. 

Jungkook's pissed at himself. Why is he so ignorant sometimes? He knows how she feels about his track record and yet he does this. Could he be any more stupid?

"I love you," He says, looking her dead in the eyes to make sure she knows he means it. "D.va’s just some character on the game. I was just fucking around. I wouldn't ever cheat on you okay."

God, how could he, when she looks like this. Even as she's crying she's still the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on. He cups her cheek in his palm, smoothing his thumb on the surface as she melts into his touch. 

He kisses her, light and hesitant as if he's scared she'll push him away. She has every right to. But she doesn't, her arms encircle his neck pulling him closer to her as she deepens the kiss. He's kissing her properly now, tongues and teeth clashing together in desperation. And when she pulls away to catch her breath, his lips never leave her skin, trailing hot kisses down her neck.

“Fuck, how about we skip coffee and I make you come instead? How would you like that?”

She’s nodding. “I would love that.” His lips are so enticing on her body that she’s not even worried about stupid coffee anymore. All she wants is him now, his lips, his fingers, his cock. She wants it all.

 “Jump baby,” he murmurs. Her legs wrap around his hips like they’d done several times before and he pushes her against the wall, grinding himself into her covered core. Fuck, he can’t wait to be in her. “What d’you want first baby?”

 His cock is so hard against her that she’s throwing her head back at the feeling.  “Fing— fingers. I want your fingers.”

 He doesn’t wait a second once the words have left her lips, shoving his hands down her pants and rubbing her pussy with vigour. She’s wet, so fucking wet for him that his fingers slide around with ease. He plunges two fingers in her without warning and she cries out loudly.

She loves his fingers, almost as much as she loves his cock. His fingers are always so thick inside her, pressing up against her walls tightly.

“Another one,” she begs, fingers digging into his shoulder so hard the indent of her nails will probably stay there.

“You want another one baby? You think you can handle three?”

“Yes, Yes, please just—”

He smiles biting at her collarbone as he inserts another finger inside her hole. Y/N bites at her teeth harshly and he moves his fingers in and out of her in an unforgiving manner. He’s curling his fingers, hitting her so right that she can’t hold back her moans. Just the way he likes it.

Y/N can’t breathe. He’s pleasuring her so incredibly well and she’s trembling like a leaf. “Fuck— I’m gonna—”

“Come for me Y/N.”

She whines in his ear clenching on his fingers with a vice grip as she comes down from her high. Jungkook tugs her leggings and panties off hurriedly, not able to conceal his excitement of being inside her. He pushes down his joggers, his cock springing out of its confinement ready to claim her pussy as his.

“You ready for me princess? You want my cock?”

Christ, she loves it when he asks that. Because she’ll always want his cock and he knows it. “Yes Kookie, I want your cock inside me.”

He groans. She’s so fucking hot. “How bad?”

“So so bad. I want you to pound into me so fucking hard that I won’t be able to walk or swim.”

Her words send blood pumping straight to his cock and he can’t think straight. He thrusts into her without warning, burying himself deep inside of her. He sighs, resting his head on her shoulders. She fit around him like a leather glove made especially for him, skintight and snug.

“Y/N, you feel so good, I’ve fucked you so many times yet you still feel so fucking good. For me?”

Jungkook pounds into her swollen pussy, he’s set to impale her, his rapid pace causing her to shift painfully up the wall every-time he thrusts. But she can’t feel it, all her thoughts and senses are crowded by Jungkook. She can smell him, she can taste his salty sweaty skin as she bites into his neck and she can feel him. All of him filling her up so beautifully she’s sobbing.

“Shit, my— my cunt is all for you, always— fuck, always dripping and ready for you, Jung— Jungkook.”

He can feel her getting closer to her climax, she’s clawing at him, whimpering and clenching sporadically and he’s not far behind.

“Come with me, princess.”

He grunts, pressing her hips against him tightly as he releases inside her. His cum spills inside of her and coats her walls and she’s milking him for all he’s got. He’s rocking against her gently, the soggy squelches of their mixed release sounding like music to his ears. He curses, she treats him so good and he always takes her for granted.

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry,” He kisses her on her temple. “—and I love you.”

There’s no way he’s missing Y/N’s first international meet.

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