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Heree @wonyoungismysunshine123 đ I hope you like them sweetheart!na
#nabi replied âĄ#moodboard#reiinn#kpop moodboard#kpop layouts#messy moodboard#simple moodboard#alternative moodboard#asa moodboard#babymonster moodboard#babymonster#haerin moodboard#archive moodboard#clean moodboard#visual moodboard#rp moodboard#cute moodboard#kpop messy moodboard#fresh moodboard#fashion moodboard#gg moodboard#yk2 moodboard#dolette moodboard#coquette moodboard
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continued from here | @fadinglights
     unaware why she had even spoken those thoughts aloud, something beautiful had just happened between the two of them, so why would she try to ruin the mood ? perhaps because this sentence was something she was supposed to have said when standing in the door opening. instead, their lips had locked together in a needy and almost desperate kiss to reunite as they were back in the days.
     hearing his words about being overwhelmed, fingertips started to trace small nothingness on anthony's chest, nabi's cheek squeezed against there as well as she's deciding to enjoy this very moment.  " maybe ... maybe we should talk about it at some point. "  knowing it'd grant them most if they were to ever take the time to talk things through, any misunderstanding and any worry there has been. after all, this man had proven to be the man of all her dreams. the moment he mentioned that he had missed her, there was a sheepish smile stretching along her lips, chin resting on his chest to gaze up at him.  " i really missed you too, and i totally understand why you did it. "  lifting herself further, she presses a tender and almost loving kiss to corner of male's mouth.  " my life is so empty without you, anthony. "  all their outings and dates, all their play fights in the kitchen when cooking. he had become such a big part of her life, that now she felt so alone.
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@decadentiasâ liked this for a starter / from seonho to nabiÂ
It had been a brutally long week. The type of week where his in-person interactions with Nabi had been minimal. There had a stream of texts, of course, that had served as a lifeline as he hopped from job to job. What little time they had managed to squeeze in together hadnât been much â he had dropped off some snacks for her, there had been a couple heated makeout sessions, and they had shared a couple naps. Heâs due to start a shift at the strip club in a few hours, and he shows up at her doorstep dressed accordingly, bouncing on his heels excitedly when Nabi answers the door. âHey,â he breathes out, heart stirring at the very sight of her and his hands already itching with the want to pull her close and into the fold of his arms. âHope itâs okay I stopped by? You mentioned you didnât have any plans tonight...â He refers to their continuously ongoing text conversations. âAnd it was a slow night on Uber, so I thought we could take advantage?â Purposely choosing to spend time with her rather than trying to make more money says a lot, but he remains cautious in assuming what exactly exists between him and Nabi.Â
#thread / seonho#thread / seonho & nabi#decadentias#i will send you a few starters and you can reply to whichever speak to you hehehe#i wanted to jump these two ahead and remember us talking about this period for them so <3
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continued from here, @fawncrest
jieun has faced more than a few uncomfortable situations as a wedding planner â handling emergencies comes with the job â but she never thought one day she would have to be the one to shatter someoneâs world like this. âdo i look like iâm trying to be funny?â there are hundreds of things more hilarious than the subject matter. no, thousands. jieun isnât a fool that would say something so inappropriate just to get a reaction out of someone, but she can also understand the disbelief in her friendâs eyes. she would react the same if the roles were reversed. âbut he wasnât at work...â with another sigh, she takes out her phone and clicks on a photo from her album before sliding it over. â â does this look like business to you?â the picture shows two people in a tight embrace at the corner of a dim-lit bar, before the next captured them in a kiss. not of the best quality, but enough to distinguish who was who. she didnât imagine her reunion with her friend from university to get the twist it did last night, but she feels too attached to let it slide. âiâm sorry.â not sorry that she saw, but sorry that she had to be the one to tell her.
#( thanks for the reply! )#jieun â threads.#jieun ft. nabi.#jieun ft. nabi â thread i.#fawncrest
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funny how ooo keep releasing dora maar in different languages instead of giving us another title like her rip i dislike all of the songs from the album preview HELP
THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!
#replies#nocreat#this is so tragic tasha i can't believe đđ#also u don't like mirage and nabi??? those r the only tracks keeping me going đ#tasha đ§
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HAI ASH!!!! đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
what it do baybee
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Chasing Cars | ch 11 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: cursing, alcohol, minor character ghosting everyone, cheating?, explicit content: a spicy videocall, mutual masturbation?, fingering/jerking off, sex toy (vibrator)
âword count: 8.4k
âa/n: this one hurts, but I hope you'll still love it :') thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3
âseries masterpost
âadd yourself to the taglist here!
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Tuesday, April 30thÂ
Youâve been lost in thought for hours - every hour feels like a whole day, and you canât focus on what Ria is saying right now. She went off while speaking about Seokjin, but all youâre able to do is look out the vitrine of the cafĂ© where youâre sitting along with Nabi. Itâs raining - you think itâs fitting now that Jungkook is gone.
Heâs texted you throughout the day, more than he usually does. Itâs been reassuring, yet you feel like there is finality in the world today, in the way raindrops chase each other on the glass of the vitrine like you used to chase cars around Jungkookâs head. You havenât replied to his last text message, havenât even opened it yet.
You donât dare to when youâre sitting with your friends.
âAre you even listening?â Riaâs annoyed voice cuts through your thoughts, and you startle, looking at her.
âSorry, what were you saying?â
She groans loudly, and then says, âWhat do you think about Seokjin?â
You widen your gaze, holding in a smile. âWhy do you want to know?â
âHeâs annoying, right?â she says.
âIs that why youâve been spending all of your free time with him?â Nabi interjects, earning a glare from Ria.
âI have not.â
âYou certainly have,â Nabi insists. âBoth you and Y/n have been MIA to study sesh during the finals because you were with your boyfriends.â
Your heart drops to your stomach, your throat drying. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
Nabi and Ria both throw you a no-bullshit look, but Ria loses it first, saying, âAnd Iâm not dating Seokjin.â
âWhere were you yesterday?â Nabi asks.
The prolonged silence is revealing, and you burst out laughing at the same time as Nabi.
âIt doesnât mean anything!â Ria says.
You pick up your smoothie, taking a long sip from it as Nabi says, âObviously not. Thatâs why you have a hickey on your neck.â
You choke on your sip as Ria blushes, yet in pure Ria fashion, she wiggles her eyebrows. âWhat about it? At least Iâm not fucking my brotherâs best friend and lying about it even though everyone in the world literally knows.â
You put down your drink, gaze widening. âThat was low.â
âDeserved though,â Ria insists, folding her arms on her chest.
Thereâs no animosity to the way she is speaking. Just amusement, and a teasing undertone that strikes a nerve now that heâs in Paris and the future of your relationship is so uncertain.
âFor what?â you let out, looking towards Nabi for help. She pretends she isnât listening, looking down at her empty lattĂ© mug, but you see on her face how sheâs waiting for you to say something. âTae wouldnât let it happen.â
âTae was gone for the semester,â Ria points out. âAnd you spent a lot of time with Jungkook, and he always drove you home and shit. We know, babes, I donât know why you try to pretend it wasnât happening.â
âYouâre just trying to get the conversation away from you and Seokjin!â
Itâs a weak comeback, but itâs all you can do.
âFor real, even though I might be sleeping with Jin,â Ria says, introducing a nickname youâve never heard her say before, âIâm not into him for more than that. But you and JungkookâŠâ
You feel like throwing your smoothie at her, but you choose peace and remain silent.
âSo you are fucking Seokjin,â Nabi chimes in, throwing you a lifeline you immediately grasp on.
Ria shrugs. âSo what if I am?â she asks. âItâs just sex.â
You think about Seokjin, about the forlorn look in his eyes whenever youâre out in public, and she flirts with other people. You highly doubt itâs just sex for him, but heâs too respectful to tell Ria, isnât he?
âIs it though?â you say.
Ria nods forcefully. âAt least to me it is. If itâs not the case for him then that sounds like his problem, not mine.â
You wince in time with Nabi, and she says, âThatâs mean, Ri.â
She throws her hands up in defence. âWhat do you want me to say? I donât like him like that.â
Thatâs fair enough. You canât force a heart to love, like youâd realized last November with Hoseok.Â
No matter how much youâd tried to love him, youâd never even had butterflies with him. Maybe even then you knew that true love wasnât to be found with Hoseok, but with Jungkook insteadâŠ
âHeâs great though,â Nabi says. âHeâs got a solid research grant.â
âIâm not a nerd like you guys. I donât care about his research grantâ
You snort. âYou so are a nerd. You like anime.â
âAnime isnât for nerds,â she insists. Which, you totally agree with the statement. Youâve watched a couple of them with Jungkook, and you found each and every one of them fun to watch.
But Ria doesnât need to know that.
âYeah yeah,â you say. âKeep telling that to yourself.â
She glares at you, but Nabi intervenes with, âWhy wouldnât you care about the grant? Itâs really good for him.â
Ria shrugs, falling serious. âBecause I donât care about him like that. Heâs just a good fuck.â
Riaâs always been like this. Ever since youâve met her, sheâs always been the type to sleep around, and youâve always encouraged her for it, as it was helping her get over the fact that she was cheated on. Yet right now you feel bad for Seokjin - maybe because you know heâs into her, and you wish for her the happiness youâve been experiencing with Jungkook.
Happiness that is now on hold, possibly never to resume.
âFair enough,â you say, and you grab your smoothie to finish it, taking two long sips.
âWhat about you and Jungkook?â Ria then asks, and she smirks victoriously.
You put the empty smoothie glass away, sighing deeply. âHonestly right now thereâs nothing to tell.â
âDid you fuck him?â
You purse your lips, shrugging. âWhy do you want to know?â
âBecause itâs so obvious!â Ria says. âYour hair sometimes smells like cologne, and you canât tell me itâs someone other than him. You would have told us if you were seeing someone else.â
âNot that I want to stir shit butâŠâ Nabi trails off. âSheâs got a point.â
âLeave me alone,â you grumble, though you donât see the point in hiding it anymore.
Itâs not like they might say something in front of Jungkookâs friends, who would then tell Taehyung. Youâre planning to tell Taehyung the second he lands and crosses the threshold of your shared apartment after all.
âYouâre blushing,â Ria teases.
âBecause youâre putting me on the spot!â you say, shaking your head. âLeave me alone.â
âOh no.â Riaâs face falls, and her mouth hangs open for a few seconds as her eyes go round. âOh no, babes.â
âWhat?â you let out, sounding grumpier than you feel.
No, you just feel apprehensive as her whole demeanour changes.
âYouâre in love with him, arenât you?â
It falls like a hydrogen bomb, leaving nothing but dust behind. And you canât answer. All you have to offer is a blink, and the sound of your heart shattering in the distance.
âOh no,â Nabi cuts in. âY/n, you know his reputationâŠâ
âWeâve been together since Valentineâs Day,â you quickly say, only so that they stop before making you feel bad. Youâve gone down that road before, and youâve long come back from it. âOr as together as we can be considering Tae.â
âBitch you what?â Ria shrieks. âThatâs insane. You were letting me go on and on about him while you were with him?â
âWait, youâre with him like boyfriend-girlfriend?â Nabi asks before you can reply to Ria.
âI knew he wouldnât get with you,â you say to Ria, and then you glance at Nabi. âAnd no, weâve never really talked about it, or referred to it as boyfriend-girlfriend.â
âSo, itâs a situationship then?â Ria asks.
Though the words pain you grandly, they ring true. Far too true for it to be comfortable. âI guess so. But⊠I know the feelings are reciprocated.â
You sound delusional, even to your own ears. Maybe because heâs on an entire other continent - out of sight, out of mind. But you saw his soft gaze whenever he looks at you. You were there when he kissed you by the door before leaving yesterday.Â
I promise Iâll come back to you and make it work, heâd whispered.
And fuck, all you want to do is believe him, believe that thereâs a way you truly can make it work. Â
âI hope youâre right,â Nabi says, though she sounds infinitely doubtful.
You donât blame her. They donât truly know Jungkook - not like you do.
âWaitâŠâ Ria repeats, though this time she continues with, âThat means you were together with him when you went to New York.â
The extravagance of the luxurious condo where heâd grown up flashes before your eyes as you nod once. âYeah.â
âBitch!â Ria lets out. âI knew it! I canât believe you pretended you guys were just friends then.â
Unable to stay silent anymore, you retell your relationship to your friends. You tell them everything - how it started, how it entirely changed in New York, what heâd whispered right before heâd left. You tell them everything, not mentioning the fact that Jungkook is rich, feeling like that isnât your story to tell.Â
You feel lighter after. Like finally being able to tell people has taken a weight off your shoulders. You reckon, you might start flying when Taehyung knows. When you donât have to hide it from anyone anymore - youâll be weightless, like a cloud in the sky up above.
Itâs with that in mind that you head home for dinner, Nabi having something planned with Namjoon and Ria having to head to work. You check your phone as you walk home, safely hidden underneath your red umbrella.
[4:14 pm] JK: any chance we can facetime tonight?
Itâs almost an hour later, yet Jungkookâs text makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you smile down at your phone as you reply with,
[5:07 pm] You: iâll be home in 10 min, you still up?
Jungkookâs answer comes almost half an hour later when youâre trying to cook some noodles the same way that he showed you - a lot spicier than what you can handle, but spicy makes you think of him, so spicy it is.
[5:33 pm] JK: iâll call you in two
You assume he needs to find a place to hide so that your brother doesnât hear, and you apprehensively - in a good way obviously - wait for him to call as you gauge the amount of gochujang to put in your noodles. He ends up calling five minutes later, and you immediately answer, a bright smile on your lips.
Jungkook is smiling just as brightly when he comes into view, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. He looks a little dazed, like maybe heâs had something to drink, but he still looks just as beautiful as he always has.
Even a phone camera cannot dim Jeon Jungkookâs beauty.Â
His eyebrow piercing glints in the soft light on his side of the line, where heâs sitting outside. He toys at his lip piercings, glancing away from his phone for a few seconds before setting his gaze back on you.
âHey peach,â he greets you.
Your heart is warm, gentle, when you reply, âHey Kook.â
He notices youâre in the kitchen as you stir the noodles, and his gaze widens just a little as he says, âAre you cooking?â You flip the camera to show him your creation, and he nods approvingly. âYouâre getting good at this,â he praises, and a light blush covers your cheeks.
âOnly because I had the best teacher,â you say as you flip the camera back towards you.
He chuckles. âThe best indeed.â Thereâs a pause as he glances around again, seemingly making sure that no one can hear, and then he asks, âWhat were you up to today?â
âI went to a cafĂ© with Ria and Nabi,â you admit. Your cheeks burn even more, and you avert your gaze.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jungkook asks, immediately noticing your unease.
âI might have told them about us,â you reveal, and you worry at your bottom lip.
You think heâll be mad, upset, but instead he laughs, a clear sound that makes your heart flutter in your chest. âYouâre adorable. I canât wait to tell my friends either.â
âAs soon as you come back,â you promise. âWeâll tell Tae the second he walks into the apartment.â
Jungkook nods vehemently. âIâm not waiting a second longer,â he agrees. âAnd if heâs pissed, we can just run into the sunset together.â
That makes you laugh, and Jungkook watches you, his eyes sparkling with amusement and what you want to believe is love.
âHe will be pissed,â you warn him. ïżœïżœBut weâll figure it out.â
âWe will.â
You fall silent as voices are heard on the other side of the line. Theyâre speaking French, so you canât really tell what theyâre saying, and you wait as Jungkook watches them walking by before focusing his eyes on you again.Â
âWhere are you?â you ask him.
âJust in a park outside of the Airbnb,â he replies. âThought it might be better to call you while outside.â
âGood call.â You move the pot in which youâre cooking your noodles away from the heat on the stove, turning it off. âWhat did you do today?â
Jungkook tells you about his day as you pour your noodles in a bowl, and then sit at the table to eat. Itâs too hot for the first few minutes, so you just listen as Jungkook tells you about his overnight flight, and about the struggle to find the Airbnb. He admits he napped for three hours straight when they finally got there, and that they went out for dinner after, coming home around the time he texted you earlier to Facetime.
The first bite of your noodles reveals that you might have made them a little too spicy, but under Jungkookâs watchful gaze, you make sure to eat everything, dousing the spice with the Yakult youâve bought because Jungkook likes to mix it with soju.
âYou know,â Jungkook says as you finish eating, your cheeks red with the spice. âI wish you were here with us. Seeing Sera and Jimin, and Ariane and TaeâŠâ he trails off, offering you a sad smile. âI really wish you were here, peach.â
Your heart squeezes in your chest, and you offer him a small smile. âI really wish I was with you, too.â
A beat of silence passes, while you get lost in his gaze and he gets lost in yours. He furrows his brows a moment later, and he says, âTae texted me to come back.â
âOops,â you let out, and he chuckles softly.
âI donât want to hang up though,â he says, and he pouts in that cute way of his.
âKeep me in your pocket then,â you challenge. âIâll be mute as a rock.â
He cocks an eyebrow as he laughs. âIâll turn off my volume just to be sure. Iâll try to hide in the bathroom or something.â
You approve of his plan, and a second later your screen goes dark as Jungkook does indeed hide you in his pocket. You move to your bedroom as you wait, and you hear noises coming from his side, though most of it is muffled by the fabric.
It takes almost ten minutes, but Jungkook pulls you out in a blindingly bright bathroom, the fan loud enough to hide your speaking.
âIâm back,â he says.
You chuckle. âObviously.â
He narrows his gaze, and then scans your features. âYouâre so pretty.â
The compliment takes you by surprise, and your cheeks turn red as you let out, âOh.â You gulp, and then add, âThank you.â
âAnd you might think Iâm insane but, fuck, am I crazy for wanting you right now?â
Your blush deepens as you watch his gaze go from sparkly to lustful as he pulls on his piercings.
âRight now?â you repeat, feeling a little breathless all of a sudden.
He nods. âYeah. I already miss how you feel when Iâm balls deep inside of you.â
You roll your eyes, the redness lingering on your cheeks. âWe had sex yesterday morning,â you remind him.
âYeah, and?â
Heâs insufferable. Heâs insufferable and adorable and, if everything goes well, this man might be yours in a week.
It sets your nerves alight with reciprocated desire, and you bite at your lower lip. âNothing,â you innocently say. âIâd definitely suck your dick right now though.â
His gaze hardens almost imperceptibly. âPeach.â
You smirk. âWhat?â
âAnything else youâd do?â he asks, and he shifts where heâs sitting.
âMmh.â You pause, let the suspense linger. âMaybe Iâd tie you up. Youâre always trying to control everything, maybe you deserve to be put back into your place.â
âShit.â You know your bold words had their effect on him when he shifts again, sucking on his piercings harder. He runs a hand through his hair, and then he says, âIâll fuck you so hard when I come back, peach. I want to hear you screaming my name.â
âSo loud Tae hears?â you tease.
He has the decency to look slightly embarrassed, yet you know him enough to know it probably just turns him on more.Â
âDefinitely,â he says. He inhales sharply, leaning back against the wall. âIâll fill you up until youâre dripping with my cum.â
Youâve never had sex without a condom, but you remember that first night when heâd fingered you with his cumâŠ
Youâve always been insane for him, havenât you?Â
You clench your thighs together, seeking friction, as you notice Jungkook moving to touch himself too.Â
âYou will?â you say, breathless.
He nods, and then he curses under his breath. âNow Iâm hard for you.â
âYeah?â you let out. âShow me.â
His eyes darken even more, and he chuckles lowly. âI donât do nudes, peach.â
It surprises you so much that you lose your arousal for a few seconds, up until Jungkook grunts.
âWell, youâll do it for me, mmh?â you tease, a smirk adorning your lips.
âYouâd like that, huh?â
You would. A lot more than you should - youâve never been big on nudes either. But⊠phone sex isnât exactly nudes, is it?
âI would,â you say after a few seconds of debating if you should or should not do it. âI want to see you, Kook.â
The nickname undoes him. Jungkook sucks on his piercings, and then he moves, his camera blurring. You know heâs taken his pants off when he comes back on screen, his eyes swirling with lust for you.
âWhy donât you show me yourself first?â he asks.
You donât even hesitate. Youâre in bed after all, and ridding yourself of your clothes only takes about thirty seconds, as Jungkook listens to the rustle of the fabric.
You grab your phone when youâre fully naked, making sure that he canât see anything yet.
âWhat do you want to see?â you ask, and you only then realize that Jungkook is shirtless, and from the motion in his bicep, heâs clearly jerking off.
You turn molten, liquid lava, like youâre the magma under the tectonic plates.Â
âAll of you,â he purrs. âI want to see all of you, peach.â
You oblige, propping your phone against a pillow as you lie against another pillow. Jungkook immediately moves his camera so that you can see how heâs stroking himself, and you let out a breathy sound as your hand slides between your legs, pressing lazy circles on your clit. Jungkook watches you hungrily, cursing under his breath.
âFuck, I wish I could touch you right now,â he says, voice low and husky.
âI wish you could,â you echo.
He picks up his pace on his dick, wrist twisting when heâs close to the top, grip tight like you know he likes it. Itâs sinfully beautiful, arousing, and your circles grow faster, quicker, desperate as you seek the pleasure only he can provide.
âDonât be shy,â he says after a few seconds. âUse your vibrator.â
You donât need to be told twice, and the second the toy is vibrating and buried inside you, you let out a low-clipped moan.
âFuck, youâre so hot,â Jungkook says. âWith your tattoo and just⊠fuck.â
You just answer with a moan that sounds like his name, and he curses again.
âYou make me such a mess,â he says. âA fucking mess for you, peach.â
âYeah?â you breathlessly let out.
âFuck yeah.â
Your pussy makes squelching sounds as you push the toy in and out of yourself, the buzz a background to the lustful actions youâre partaking in. Jungkookâs camera isnât quite angled on his dick anymore, but you donât even care.
Not when youâre aware heâs watching you, drinking every little sound you emit as pleasure rakes through your body. The thought is far too enticing, arousing, and your walls clench around the toy.
âShit, Iâll come so quickly,â you admit, not even embarrassed about it.
âDo it, peach,â Jungkook says. âFucking come for me.â
You donât need more, the crude words pushing you over the edge. You still the motions of the toy inside of you as your walls pulse and pulse, yet you keep drawing circles - slow again - as you milk your orgasm out of you. Jungkook watches it all like heâs starved for you, and when you finally pull your toy out of yourself, heâs the one that groans, âFuck peach, I think Iâll come too.â
You donât even have to say anything. He immediately comes, white spurts of cum shooting from his dick. The white cum covers his hand, his tattoos, and you almost want to start again, the sight so devilish yet so beautiful to you.
âFuck,â Jungkook says, grunting as he keeps milking his climax out of himself, his pace barely slowed down.Â
Eventually, his dick stops twitching, and Jungkook stops, hand wrapped around the base. You eye the cum still dripping from his hand, rolling down the back of it.
Itâs pornographic. Deadfully so, and you bite at your lower lip.
âThat was hot,â you breathe.
âYeah,â Jungkook breathes, and he puts his phone down, revealing the ceiling and the light fixture. âIt really was.â
You assume heâs cleaning himself up, so you quickly do the same, heading to the bathroom.Â
Jungkook comes back into view when youâre on your way back to your room, and you feel shy under his gaze. Not embarrassed, but what just happened makes your heart skip beats and your cheeks burn, in all the right ways.
âWe should do this again,â Jungkook says when youâre lying in bed once more, your vibrator cleaned and put away in your night table.
You smirk mischievously. âWouldnât you like that?â you tease.
He laughs, and it makes you miss him so much your heart squeezes in your chest.
Heâs only been gone for a day, and youâre already going insane. Youâre lucky itâs just a week - in six days heâll be back, and hopefully youâll never have to be apart again.
âI would,â he says, and he offers you a lopsided grin that makes you want to hold onto him, forever.
You take a deep breath around the emotion as it swells up in your chest, in your soul. The smile you offer him is warm, filled with all the feelings that your heart hosts for him, and he immediately reciprocates.
âCanât wait for you to be back,â you admit, voice small as if youâre afraid heâll reject you.
You know he wonât - youâre creating that universe where it makes sense for you to be together after all.
âSoon, peach,â he promises. âAnd then Iâll annoy your ass until you donât like me anymore.ââ
As if that would be possible.Â
âGood luck with that.âÂ
He chuckles softly, and it breaks into a yawn, reminding you that, even though heâs just on the other side of the screen, heâs in an entirely different timezone, and heâs likely still jet-lagged from his overnight flight.
âTired?â you ask.
He nods. âIâll go to bed as soon as we hang up,â he says. âWeâre visiting the Louvres tomorrow.â
Your phone vibrates in your hand as a text comes in, but you canât read the text at the top of your screen before it disappears. You switch to your messages app, brows furrowed.
âWhere did you go?â Jungkook whines.
Your heart drops to your ass as you read the text once, twice, trying to make sense of it.
[6:07 pm] Yoongi: hobi left and blocked me
A second text comes in just a few seconds later.
[6:08 pm] Yoongi: he didnât even say goodbye
You immediately switch to your conversation with Hoseok, and you ask him whatâs up, but the text remains green despite the fact that the rest of the conversation is filled with blue bubbles.Â
Heâs blocked you too. And when you go to the group chat with all of your other friends, you notice heâs left it as well, and youâre blocked on social media too.
âWhere are you?â Jungkook whines again, the pout in his voice evident.
You go back to Facetime. âI think Iâll have to go.â
He looks displeased, and he toys with his piercings, his tongue pushing into his cheek a second later. âWhy?â
âYoongi needs me,â you say. âAnd!â you quickly add before he can say anything. âItâs about Hobi.â
âWhat about Hobi?â Jungkook asks, and you hear the annoyance just as well as you see it etched on his features.
You usually find him adorable when he gets jealous, but right now you canât even focus on that, your thoughts going to Yoongi, whose heart is likely shattering on and on at the moment.
âHe left and blocked everyone,â you tell Jungkook. âSo yeah, I think Yoongiâs going to need me tonight.â
Jungkook doesnât like the explanation. Itâs clear as spring water, yet he still says, âMâkay.â
âWe can call again tomorrow?â you suggest, hoping that itâd reassure him.
Even though he doesnât need reassurance - thereâs no one else in your heart but him, and you hope he knows it.
âSure,â he says.
Itâs your turn to pout. âPlease?â
At that he melts, his features softening. âWell if you ask so nicelyâŠâÂ
That ends the conversation, and you quickly say goodbye, wishing him a good night. You take him in up until he hangs up the call, missing him the second that heâs gone.Â
But you know Yoongi needs you, no matter how much you wish you could stay here with Jungkook.Â
*****
Two hours later, youâre sitting on Yoongiâs bed, Namjoon on your left while Yoongi sits on the floor, his back against the bed. Heâs drinking a beer, and you have an unopened one next to you. Condensation covers the bottle, yet you havenât found it in you to drink yet.
Yoongi has been silent. Youâd got there almost at the same time as Namjoon, and youâd been surprised to see him. Namjoon had just shrugged and said, âIâve known him my whole lifeâ, and that had been that.
Itâs hard to cheer Yoongi up. Even harder after he told you that all Hoseok left behind was a letter of apologies. And youâve read the letter - it broke your heart too, and you canât even begin to imagine how Yoongiâs feeling.
In the letter, Hoseok explained why he decided to leave. You were right - he wanted to leave because of his relationship with Yoongi, seeking to flee from the reality of it, from the fact that Yoongi was his best friend, and that he felt like heâd lost that. Itâs something you can understand - losing a friend is always hard, and sometimes the friendship is worth more than a relationship. At least it was to Hoseok. And though in the letter he claims that heâs enjoyed the last few months with Yoongi, his sudden absence, with no way to contact him, is proof enough that he didnât really.
At least thatâs what Yoongiâs been saying.Â
Namjoon was shocked when Yoongi revealed his relationship with Hoseok. Even more so as he realized that you, out of everyone, were the only one who knew. Yet heâd taken it in stride, offering to have a beer with Yoongi.
âItâs fucking bullshit,â Yoongi says for what seems to be the hundredth time.Â
Youâd let him say it a thousand times more if that helped him feel better.
âYou know what we should do?â Namjoon says from beside you.
You glance at him, before setting your gaze on the back of Yoongiâs head again.
âWhat?â Yoongi asks, looking over his shoulder.
âWhat about a rage room?â
Yoongi laughs an empty laugh. âNo thank you. Though maybe it would help temporarily, I kind of just want to find a way to tell Hobi heâs a dick.â
You quickly found out that Hoseok has indeed blocked everyone from the friend group. As if cutting everyone out of his life was the only way heâd find solace in his new life. You think itâs a cowardly thing to do, and youâve said so a couple of times already, to Yoongiâs delight.
âI donât think that would bring you anywhere,â Namjoon carefully answers, the voice of reason itself.
You disagree, as youâve always had more of an explosive personality, but you remain silent.
Yoongi glares at Namjoon. âItâd bring me a lot of satisfaction, thank you very much.â
Yoongi is funny. Behind all the cold exterior he has for people he doesnât know, heâs got a funny persona you never thought was there. And you love it - he reminds you of you in some ways, and maybe thatâs why youâve gotten so close so easily.
âI personally think we should find out where he went and slash his tires,â you innocently say as you grab the beer bottle.
Namjoon narrows his gaze. âI doubt thatâd be a good idea.â
âBut fuck if it wouldnât feel good,â Yoongi says, and he hands you the beer opener.
You open your beer, immediately bringing it to your lips as it foams and it threatens to spill. You drink as much of it as you can, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
âIt would,â you echo. âBut maybe we can resort to more peaceful options. I feel like Namjoonie here will go insane if we keep suggesting stuff like that.â
âHeâs boring, isnât he?â Yoongi says.
âYeah, why did you invite him?â
Namjoon snorts. âYou guys are aware that Iâm right here?â
âDid someone say something?â
Yoongi tilts his head to the side, pursing his lips. âIâm not sure. Maybe the apartment is haunted.â
âIt has to be,â you agree, nodding forcefully.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you guys?â Namjoon asks, and you burst out laughing in time with Yoongi.
Youâre relieved to hear him laugh. You didnât know what to expect when youâd suggested coming over, but itâs a relief that he isnât that much of a mess.
But then again, you have a feeling Yoongi is the kind of person to put on a mask whenever heâs with people. And maybe thatâs okay - maybe tonight youâre just a distraction to keep him from spiraling out of control.Â
You donât mind.Â
âNothing,â Yoongi says, sighing deeply. âBesides the fact that Iâve just been ghosted by my best friend.â
You wince at the harsh reality of his words, but Yoongi shrugs it off as Namjoon says, âItâll get better.â
Another sigh moves through Yoongi, and he nods. âI know. Itâs just going to suck for a while.â
You shift, sliding from his bed down to the floor so that you can sit next to him. âAnd thatâs okay.â
He avoids your gaze as you look at his profile, and so you glance away, your eyes sliding to his record player. The record he put on when you arrived has done playing, and youâve been sitting in silence for fifteen minutes, but itâs a comfortable silence.
Maybe because you speak when needed, and Yoongi and Namjoon have a calm aura to them that you find you appreciate far more than youâd expect. Youâre used to Ria after all, and though you love her, sheâs a tornado everywhere she goes.
âHow are you and Nabi?â Yoongi asks all of a sudden.
Namjoon blushes, as the quick glance towards him tells you. âYou sure you want to talk about that?â
Yoongi shrugs. âItâs not because Iâm miserable that everyone has to be.â
âYouâre not miserable,â you gently say.
Yoongiâs side eye makes you stifle a laugh. âLet me be miserable.â Thereâs a pause, and Yoongi eventually pushes up from his bed, sitting straighter so that he can turn and look at Namjoon. âSo?â
âWeâre good,â Namjoon finally replies. âIâm trying to take things slow because ofâŠâ he trails off as he looks at you. âBut yeah, weâre good.â
âThatâs great,â Yoongi says, and though it doesnât sound sarcastic at all, he adds, âGenuinely. You deserve it man.â
You donât know a lot about Namjoonâs previous relationship. Just the girlâs name - Julia - and you canât help the curiosity that overtakes you. But youâre not a dick. Indeed, you hold your questions in, instead saying, âIf you hurt her, youâre a dead man.â
He winces, laughing lightly. âRia told me the exact same thing.â
âBecause Nabi is too precious and she needs to be protected at all cost,â you vehemently say, half-joking. You follow up with, âBut seriously, please do take things slowly, and always be honest to her. Sheâs had this massive crush on you, and I really donât want her to get hurt.â
âI know,â Namjoon says, and he sighs, looking down the neck of his half-empty beer bottle. âIâve had a crush on her too soâŠâ
âYou did?â
Yoongi laughs. âHe so did. He kept mentioning her for months, saying that she was just a friend.â
âI mean, technically she was,â Namjoon says, trying to defend himself.
Heâs blushing furiously now - itâs climbing up his neck and covering his whole face, and you think, that right here is what Nabi deserves.
âWe always knew it wasnât just that, though,â Yoongi says. âClearly Julia knew too.â
Namjoonâs expression falls, and he sighs deeply. âYeah. To be fair, sheâs the one that decided to end things.â
You remain silent, taking a long sip of beer to refrain from saying something stupid, something that would silence Namjoon. You hate the taste of beer though, and you scrunch up your nose in disgust as you swallow. It goes unnoticed by both men, as Yoongi says, âHonestly, Julia was a bitch.â
âShe had it rough growing up,â Namjoon replies, his voice drowning in what you think might be nostalgia, or regrets. âHopefully sheâll get better from now on.â
âHaving rough circumstances growing up doesnât give someone an excuse to be a dick though,â Yoongi flatly says, not one to mince his words after all. âBut yeah, hopefully sheâll get the help she clearly needs.â
Damn. You almost feel bad for the girl, but then again you donât know her. Maybe Yoongiâs animosity towards her is deserved, and you donât feel like questioning it.
No, youâd rather Namjoon forget about her and focus on Nabi instead.
âWhatever,â Namjoon lets out, shrugging his shoulders. âEven though everything with Nabi is recent, I feel a lot better with her than I ever felt with Julia.â
âNot hard to beat,â Yoongi grumbles underneath his breath, which earns him a slap behind the head from Namjoon.
âHey, I get that youâre sad but donât be a dick,â Namjoon sternly says.
Namjoon is a natural leader. Youâve seen it before, when heâd led your team from Frosh week to success. And youâve seen it every time heâs TAâd a class, yet right now you realize he might be a leader in his friendships as well. Indeed, Yoongi folds, apologizing right away.
You end up spending the evening at Yoongiâs place. Your other friends join, and though the air around Seokjin and Ria is clearly tense, you end up having a blast. Even Yoongi seems to be enjoying himself, but when you notice him increasingly silent, you suggest heading home. He offers you a thankful gaze, and you guide everyone out of the apartment.
To your surprise, Yoongi hugs you goodbye, holding you close for a few seconds longer than youâd thought heâd be comfortable with. But then again, you reckon he might need it, so you hug him tight, letting him choose when to pull away.
âThank you for tonight,â he whispers when he does, and his eyes glint with the silver on his waterline.
You offer him what you hope is a comforting smile. âAnytime, Yoongi. Just say the word and Iâll be here for you.â
âIâll remember.â
You smile again, and then you wish him good night, walking out of the apartment last. Yoongi keeps the door open as you all walk down the stairs, and he shuts it when youâve all disappeared from view.Â
You send him a silent prayer to be gentle with himself, and you can only hope he hears it over the sound of his breaking heart.
Friday, May 3rd
You like your summer job. Itâs chill, and you donât have to start too early, so you always enjoy it. Youâre an assistant at an optometry clinic, which means you do the pre-tests for the doctors, and since they donât start before 10 am, you donât either.Â
What you donât like is that one of the optometrists finishes at seven pm, which means you also do, and finishing at seven pm on a Friday evening should be a crime. Itâs no wonder youâre slightly grumpy when you finally walk outside, waving goodbye to the optometrist.
At least sheâs chill. She could be an asshole, but she got the team donuts today, and she even bought you lunch when you admitted you didnât bring anything.
You walk to your car - the one you share with Taehyung - and you pull your phone out of your purse as you do so, eyes skimming over all the texts youâve received.
Youâre going out tonight, to a bar that Yoongi chose for its relatively chill ambiance, and youâre excited for it. Yoongiâs been MIA since you all hung out at his apartment, so you hope itâll cheer him up, and you hope itâll also help with pushing Jungkook out of your thoughts.
Not that you mind thinking about him - sometimes you believe him to be the president of the land of your mind. But heâs been texting you less and less every day, and you havenât facetimed yesterday despite him saying heâd try.
Youâve been trying not to make a big deal out of it, but something about it feels off somehow. You reckon youâre probably just imagining things where none are, afraid as you are of the fragility of the relationship.Â
But then again youâve always trusted your gut feeling, and itâs never really failed you before.
You sigh, trying to ignore the foul taste in your mouth so that you can read the texts on your screen instead. Riaâs the one that texted you most recently, saying,
[6:46 pm] Ria: can we get ready at yours? [6:47 pm] Ria: tho my momâs happy I moved back in for the summer, she doesnât want me to invite people over [7:06 pm] You: sure, heading home now
You reach your car, opening the door and throwing your purse on the passenger seat. A second later youâre sliding in, and you turn the keys in the engine. The car purrs to life, and soon enough, youâre on your way home, listening to the music on the radio.
Your mood brightens slightly when you reach home and see that thereâs a spot on the street right in front of your apartment. You immediately grab it, even though you suck at parallel parking and it takes you three tries, and then youâre jumping out of the car, climbing the stairs to unlock the door.
You manage to take a shower before Ria shows up, a sour look on her features. You cock an eyebrow, letting her in. She breezes past you, not saying anything, and that more than anything else tells you that somethingâs wrong.
âWhatâs up?â you say as you carefully shut the door behind her.
She sighs loudly, extravagantly. âJin isnât coming tonight.â
You widen your gaze. âOh?â
âHe said heâs tired from work,â Ria says, and she folds her arms on his chest. âHe sucks.â
You snort. âWhy are you so worked up?â
âBecause I know heâs lying!â She takes off her leather jacket, putting it away in the closet, and then she kicks off her shoes to strut into the kitchen. âCan I grab a glass of water?â
âSure,â you say as you follow behind her. âWhy do you think heâs lying?â
âHeâs going on a date and doesnât want to come to the bar after,â she admits, and the frown on her face tells you everything there is to know.
She is jealous, but sheâll never dare admit it. Sheâs way too proud for that, and though sometimes you know it protects her, you feel like it can be her demise all the same.
âOof,â you only let out.
âRight?â She chugs the glass of water, putting it away in the sink. She leans back against the counter, folding her arms on her chest. âHeâs just got out of a relationship, why would he get in another one?â
âI meanâŠâ you trail off, shrugging. âIsnât that what Namjoon did with Nabi?â
âThatâs not the same,â Ria insists, shaking her head.Â
It is, as a matter of fact, the same, but you refrain from saying so.
âHe doesnât even know the girl, sheâs a blind date that his colleague is forcing him to go on,â Ria adds. âWhy would he want to go?â
âWellâŠâ you let out. âMaybe he just wants to throw himself out there again.â
Ria doesnât like you saying that, and she offers you a scalding look that makes you snort again.
âYouâre so mad,â you tease her.
âIâm not!â
âDo you like him?â
She makes a disgusted face, shaking her head. âNo, of course not.â
âThen why does it matter if heâs going on a date?â
The answering silence is telling enough, and Ria clenches her jaw once, before pouring herself another glass of water. âI hate when you make sense.â
âLove you too,â you answer, and you walk to her as sheâs got her back turned to you. You hug her from behind, saying, âWeâll have fun tonight, I promise.â
And you donât know who youâre trying to convince. You or Ria. Because the dreadful feeling that sits in the pit of your stomach only intensifies as you get ready, putting your makeup on in the bathroom while Ria curls her hair with your curling iron.
Youâre almost done, about to put your setting powder on when the music stops, and the unmistakable sound of the Facetime ringing fills the room. Your heart jumps to your throat, and you quickly put your brush down, grabbing your phone.
âDamn, whoâs calling you?â Ria teases your reaction.
You frown as you see Taehyungâs picture from your contacts - youâd expected Jungkook.Â
You pick up, and it takes a few seconds before it connects. Taehyungâs smiling face comes into view, and it takes you half a heartbeat to figure out heâs drunk.
Jimin is laughing in the background, and you hear Sera scolding him, though all you can see is Taehyung, and you think the shoulder beside him might belong to Ariane.
âSis,â Taehyung greets you. âNot ignoring me anymore?â
âHello!â Ariane says, and she comes into view, resting her head on Taehyungâs shoulder.
âHi?â you answer, and Ria chimes in with a far more enthusiastic âHello!â
âY/n!â Jimin says in the background.
Taehyung turns his phone just enough for you to see Jimin, whoâs waving like a madman.
Theyâre all drunk. That much is clear. Whatâs clearer is the absence of a certain Jeon Jungkook in the group, and you canât help but wonder what heâs up to.
He hasnât texted you since this morning after all.
âWhatâs up?â you ask.
âJust thought Iâd check in with you,â Taehyung says, his speech slurred. âAnything fun planned tonight?â
âGoing out with some friends,â you answer. âNothing extravagant. What are you guys up to? Isnât it crazy late in Paris?â
Taehyung frowns, focusing on something. âJust two am, not too bad.â
Right.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, and you sit on the closed toilet, glancing once at Ria who seems fully focused on doing her hair.
âWeâre just chilling while Jungkook finishes up with Gaby,â Taehyung says. âThey fucking stole the bedroom.â
Riaâs head snaps towards you, as time slows and slows and slows, coming to a halt long enough for you to say, âWhat?â
âYeah, youâll never imagine,â Taehyung says. âAriâs best friend here is JKâs ex from high school. Sheâs French but she grew up in New York.â
Chronology is interrupted - you think there might be a hiccup in the line of time. But then it starts again, far too quickly, and your blood fills with adrenaline, your heart picking up in your chest.
âWho?â you let out, sounding infinitely stupid.
But then again, maybe youâve been a fool all along, since that very first kiss heâd claimed to be a fake Valentineâs Day kiss.
âGaby,â Taehyung repeats. âGabrielle. Sheâs pretty chill.â
Your heart aches in your chest. It burns like someone threw acid on it, and you feel it shrivel behind your ribs, slowly turning to dust.
âOh.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Taehyung asks, and you wonder if you imagine the knowing look that passes on his face.
âNothing,â you quickly reply, but you canât breathe anymore.
Itâs like thereâs no more oxygen in the room, and youâre choking on the nitrogen, your mind spinning.
Taehyung gets up, and then everything is truly spinning. You think you hear Sera saying something that sounds like âCome onâ, but then again you might be deaf.
All you hear is that sentence Taehyung said - Weâre just chilling while Jungkook finishes up with Gaby.
When you were younger, youâd always believed your heart to be invincible. Youâd felt invincible, like maybe you were meant to conquer all mountains.Â
Tonight, you realize youâve never been invincible - you just never cared enough about anything to thoroughly break, your heart shred beyond recognition.
Taehyung is walking somewhere. He laughs on the way, and Jimin is close behind, as you can see his head peeking over your brotherâs shoulder.
âDonât open the door,â Jimin says.
Taehyung snorts, and itâs like he forgot youâre right there. Or maybe heâs enjoying this.
Maybe heâs known about Jungkook all along, and this is his own twisted way to kill the relationship before it really starts.Â
Your reckon, you deserve it. For all the lies, for the truth hidden, you deserve it. But then again, isnât Jungkook the true responsible of the neverending breaking in your chest? Because itâs breaking - like a glass dropped, your heart is shattering.Â
Perhaps chasing cars around Jungkookâs head was only ever leading to an inevitable crash.
âJungkook,â Taehyung singsongs, and then you hear a door being opened, and the camera flips.
You donât even know why youâre still looking. You know exactly whatâs going to be under your eyes - what is under your eyes - but you canât stop watching. Canât really see it either, blurry as it is behind the tears pooling in your gaze.
I promise Iâll come back to you and make it work
He was never going to come back, wasnât he? He was bound to be left in the past - you should have known when youâd kissed him by the door. Should have known to take the time to commit his features to memory.
Your vision clears, and the scene comes in focus. Heâs dressed. Heâs fully clothed, and so is she - you donât even know if itâs a relief. Because theyâre clearly kissing, and you think maybe heâs ripped your heart from your chest.
He was lying to you. He was lying to you through it all, wasnât he? You should have listened to everyone, should have run while you still could.
Youâre crying. You only realize youâre crying when Ria steals your phone from your hands, quickly hanging up the call.Â
âY/n,â she gently says, and she kneels in front of you, wiping the tears on your cheeks. âY/n.â
âHoly shit,â is all youâre able to say before you break into sobs, shaking from the ferocity of the heartbreak.Â
Your heart, now shards of glass, pricks your skin, pricks your soul. Everything hurts - you burn and drown, you freeze and blaze. You canât breathe around the sobs, choking on them as they rock through you, yet you canât stop them.
And as you break, you see him on Valentineâs Day. You see his sparkling eyes, his gentle gaze. See his lips right before heâd kissed you, so gentle like heâd been afraid to break you. You see him in New York, see him as heâd fucked you like you were in the clouds. You see him every day since then - youâd been so convinced of the reciprocity of the feelings that youâd forgotten who you were dealing with.
You think perhaps youâd truly just been the little sister, a fantasy he had to check on his bullet list of things to do in his life. And perhaps heâd been afraid of breaking you, of the inevitable consequences on him.
âHe fucking lied to me,â is the first thing you manage to say through the breaking.
Ria pulls you in, and you fall on the floor, where she holds you as you cry.Â
âHe fucking lied.â
She strokes your hair. âIâm sorry.â
And it hits you then - Jungkook never really said he had feelings for you. Itâd just been an act - the grandest act of his life, perhaps. And youâd been foolish enough to fall, to fall and fall and think heâd catch you. Youâd thought you were diving in sweet waters, yet tonight you crash on concrete, the Earthâs gravity destroying you until youâre just a memory, meant to be carried away on a wind of heartbreak.
Ria stays with you until you fall asleep in your bed, your makeup ruined by your tears.
Your heart ruined by Jeon Jungkook.
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Is it that sweet? (M)
The Is it that sweet? collab brings you the fanfiction embodiment of Espresso and Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter.
Espresso brought to you by: @/jenoslutie Please Please Please brought to you by: @/xuhuihuis
That's That Me, Espresso (M) l y.jh
written by: @jenoslutie
â„ Synopsis: Jeonghan fucks you hard, Jeonghan fucks you good. You both know that much, so why do you refuse to give him the time of day outside of bed?
â„ Pairing: Simp!Jeonghan x Fem!Reader
â„ Genre: Smut, Desperate Jeonghan, Reader is closed off, one sided pining (until it's mutual), Fuckgirl!reader, Formula One drivers!Seventeen, Reader is a life guard (so is Joshua!)
â„ Warnings: Includes reader x different idols (especially Seungcheol but more will be specified in the full fic), Seungcheol and Jeonghan are rivals, Explicit sexual content, Formula One drivers!seventeen, Fuckgirl!Reader, intense sex scenes (jeonghan is mean and he fucks hard!) other warnings tbd,
a/n: who likes espresso by sabrina carpenter?? banner is made by the lovely @haologram :D
Don't Bring Me To Tears (M) l x.mh
written by @xuhuihuis â°â†synopsis: does falling in love with a criminal always end badly? turns our prison can be a place for happy endings for some â°â†pairing: badboy!minghao x fem!reader â°â†warnings: tbd
ABOUT THIS COLLAB release date âł both fics will be released once completed and do not have a fixed release date! content warnings âł both fics will contain mature content and are strictly 18+ ONLY. minors do NOT interact. taglist âł taglist is open for both fics! reply to this post or send an ask to either nabi or jas to be added to the taglist for either fic!
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       there  was  just  something  so  undeniably  addictive  about  nabi,  male  sure  that  the  femme  was  aware  of  the  many  things  that  her  presence,  her  scent,  was  doing  to  him  by  simply  being  in  the  same  room  as  him.  it  having  caused  one  too  many  close  risks  of  somebody  in  his  family,  noticing  that  they'd  be  sending  secretive  glances,  or  simply  that  namgil  would  hungrily  be  ogling  her.  lucky  for  them,  it  hadn't  been  discovered  by  anyone.  yet,  anyway.   â  definitely  not  worth  risking  anything  right  now  ...  just  because  ...  â    sentence  trails  off  into  nothing,  eyes  falling  down  over  femme's  body,  observing  how  perfectly  small  of  her  back  arched,  causing  bossom  to  push  against  his  own  chest.  the  things  running  wild  in  his  head  right  there  and  then,  made  him  almost  want  to  cross  the  boundaries,  to  actually  test  if  they'd  be  able  to  remain  silent.  however,  namgil  tried  to  maintain  his  calm  while  hands  decided  to  explore  the  sinful  journey  his  mind  had  already  expected  him  to  take,  gliding  along  exposure  of  her  thighs,  resting  just  near  the  hem  of  the  pajama  shorts  nabi  was  wearing.   â  okay  okay,  i  will  accept  the  compliment  ...  can't  have  you  leaving  right  now.  â   after  all,  his  entire  body  was  basically  ignited  into  a  fire,  only  being  fueled  more  and  more  as  their  lips  were  then  locked  together  in  a  deep  kiss.  hands  decided  to  push  the  luck,  gliding  over  curve  of  rear,  groping  into  globe  as  hips  naturally  rolled  upward  in  the  search  for  friction;  eventually  causing  a  subtle  pleasured  sigh  to  emerge  into  their  kiss.  god,  he  was  weak  for  this  girl,  it  was  insane.   â  would  it  be  too  awful  to  risk  it  a  little  ?  â    breathing  heavily  into  their  shared  kiss,  other  hand  peeking  beneath  femme's  shirt,  brushing  along  heated  skin  of  her  side.
releases  a  hum  in  agreement,  nodding  along  as  doe  eyes  stare  deeply  into  his  own,  giving  away  just  how  enamored  she  was  with  the  older  man.  at  first,  ginger  only ïżœïżœ thought  it'd  be  nothing  more  than  an  occasional  hookup,  only  searching  for  him  when  desire  was  ignited  within,  but  now  ?  her  head  spun  whenever  he  was  near,  cartoon  like  hearts  floating  around  head  every  time  she  thought  about  him,  wondering  where  he  was,  what  he  was  doing  ...  he  consumed  her  more  than  anticipated,  but  nabi  was  a  romantic  at  heart,  it  was  to  be  expected  that  she'd  fall  rather  easily  to  his  charms.  â  yeah  ...  besides,  this  isn't  really  the  time  nor  place  ...  i  mean,  if  they  hear  us  we're  kinda  screwed.  â  words  are  whispered,  unable  to  suppress  giggle  that  follows  -  not  one  to  chase  after  adrenaline,  but  the  excitement  that  came  with  the  risk  was  too  good  to  negate.  at  some  point  she'd  have  to  invite  the  man  over  to  her  place  again,  to  give  pair  comfort  and  time  to  do  all  they  wanted  to  do  without  interruptions.  the  hand  that  was  splayed  on  his  back  gently  slaps  the  spot  at  hearing  his  comment,  shaking  her  head  whilst  giving  him  a  faux  glare.  â  yah  !  stop  being  mean  to  me  ...  if  you're  not  taking  my  compliment  then  i'll  get  up  and  leave.  â  threat  is  paired  with  a  pout,  cheeks  puffing  out  as  head  turns  away  from  his  -  never  able  to  cease  the  brat  within.  â  teasing's  fun  ~  â  is  all  she  replies  with  before  turning  her  head  back,  happily  accepting  the  kiss  as  her  own  lips  begin  to  move  slowly  against  him,  pushing  more  weight  onto  him  as  torso  presses  against  his  own,  free  hand  moving  to  cup  his  cheek  as  the  other  traveled  down  his  back,  scratching  the  material  of  his  shirt  as  a  low  hum  was  released.
#usfw#ish#serenitys#namgil : replies#namgil & nabi#i love their dynamics too much.... so cute n yet so sinful ukno
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Chapter one:
Summary: Y/N meets Nabi.
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âGood morning, welcome to MegaversĂ© CafĂ©. I'm Y/n. How can I help you today?â Y/n asked politely, her tone warm as she greeted the man standing in front of her. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usualâhe was undeniably handsome. His striking black hair was perfectly styled, and his outfit was sharp and carefully put together. His presence was commanding, like he carried a weight of authority wherever he went.
Y/nâs omega instincts tingled at the powerful aura he radiated, and when his scent hit her nose, it made her pulse quicken. It was the scent of an Alpha, one that could make any omega instinctively feel both drawn to him and slightly intimidated. She swallowed, trying to remain composed, but she couldnât deny how her body subtly reacted to him, her instincts urging her to be cautious yet respectful.
âUmm⊠hello,â he spoke softly, his voice calm yet full of purpose. âI heard you run a daycare here? Is that true?â He flashed a polite smile, his eyes briefly roving over Y/nâs face. She was quite beautiful, he noticed, though something about her also felt⊠different. There was a vulnerability there, one that intrigued him.
âOh right, yes, we do, sir,â Y/n answered, her smile widening as she relaxed a little. âAre you interested in the program?â
âYeah,â he nodded. âMy mates and I are looking to enroll our pups.â He paused, searching her face for any signs of judgment or surprise. âIs that possible?â
âOf course, sir,â Y/n said eagerly. âYouâre in the right place. If you just follow me, I can introduce you to the person in charge of that area.â She gestured toward the door on the opposite side of the counter.
The man, who introduced himself as Chan, gave a small nod of approval and followed her closely. Y/n couldnât help but notice how attentive he was to his surroundings, his eyes sharp and calculating, like he was weighing every detail.
They made their way down a hallway that led to a spacious daycare center, and as Chan entered, he was immediately impressed. The room was bright and inviting, filled with colorful toys, and it felt like the perfect environment for children. He nodded to himself, already picturing his pups playing in this space.
"So," she began, trying to make small talk to ease her nerves. "Do you have any specific requirements for the pups? Anything you'd like to know about our program?"
"No, just... a safe environment," he replied thoughtfully. His gaze swept the hallway as they passed, and Y/n couldn't help but feel his eyes on her, studying her closely. She glanced over her shoulder, catching the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he continued. "We just want them to be well taken care of."
She pushed open the door to the office, where a young woman with short, spiky hair was typing away at her laptop.
âRight, okay, this is Yenji. Sheâll be able to help you with everything,â Y/n introduced him to the woman sitting behind the reception desk.
âOkay, thank you,â Chan said, squinting a little, trying to recall Y/nâs name. âIâm sorry, could you remind me of your name again?â
âY/n,â she replied quickly with a soft smile. âIf you need anything, donât hesitate to ask.â
Chan nodded, but as he turned to face Yenji, something about Y/n lingered in his thoughts. Her scent, her movements⊠his alpha side immediately picked up that she was an omega. It wasnât just her scent; it was the way she carried herself, the soft yet polite mannerism. There was no mistaking it.
âThank you once again, have a good day,â Chan said, offering a polite smile. He waved goodbye, and Y/n returned the gesture, heading back toward the counter.
As she walked away, Chanâs curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Yenji. âIs she an omega?â His voice was low, careful not to make it sound like an interrogation, but the question hung in the air.
Yenji chuckled softly, looking up from her laptop. âWe normally canât disclose that kind of information, sirâŠâ she trailed off, her tone turning conspiratorial. âBut yes, she is.â
âAh, I see,â Chan murmured, nodding in understanding. He felt a small pang of something he couldnât quite identify at the thought, but he quickly pushed it away.
âOh, donât worry,â Yenji said, waving him off. âYouâre not the first to ask about her. Sheâs new around here, and she definitely has an effect on Alphas. But sheâs a sweetheart, really.â
âHmmâŠâ Chan hummed thoughtfully. He was still trying to figure her out, but that would have to wait.
Yenji smiled, shifting gears back to business. âNow, shall we get started?â She gestured toward the chair across from her desk. âPlease, have a seat.â
Yenji looked up from her laptop, her expression polite but curious. "How can I help you today?"
Chan smiled warmly at her. "I heard you run a daycare for pups. My mates and I were hoping to enroll them."
Yenji raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Of course, we can help you with that. What are their names and ages?"
Just then Nabiâs stroller had just rolled in, and it was Felix, Chanâs mate, who was rushing in with the child.
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Felix's voice echoed as he hurried into the office, his face flushed with stress. "Nabi was having a meltdown, and the twins got into a fight. Itâs been a whole morning!"
Chan's expression softened as he stepped forward to help Felix with the stroller. "Itâs okay, donât worry about it." He gently took the baby bag from Felixâs arms, giving him a smile. "Youâre here now. Thatâs what matters."
Felix sighed in relief, looking over at Yenji. "Iâm so sorry weâre late. I hope this doesnât cause too much trouble."
Yenji waved off his concern, giving him a reassuring smile. "Not at all! We were just going over some details."
Chan and felix sat back down, and the conversation shifted to the practicalities of daycare for their pups. Chan, always a man of few words, laid out the details clearly but Felix was the one doing most of the talking.
âWe have seven pups in total,â Felix began, his eyes lighting up at the mention of his little ones. âThey havenât presented yet, so for now theyâre just regular pups. We were hoping you could take care of them during the day while we run the packâs village.â
Felix looked at Yenji with a sheepish smile. âDid you tell her who we are?â
âNo,â Chan said, leaning back in his chair. âWeâve been trying to keep it low-key, but itâs hard with how well-known our pack is.â
Felix sighed, shaking his head. âYouâd be surprised. Some places donât care who we are. Weâve had a hard time finding a daycare thatâll take this many pups.â
Yenjiâs eyes widened in disbelief. âNo way. People refuse you? I donât get it.â
Felix ran his fingers through his hair, looking frustrated. âThey donât know who we are half the time, and even if they do, weâre still rejected. But weâre glad you can help us.â
Yenji blinked, looking up from her notes. âWait, a village?â
âYeah, our pack runs a whole village. Weâre the SKZ pack.â
âWait, the SKZ pack?â Yenji gasped, dropping her pen in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked from Chan to Felix. âI didnât realizeâwow, itâs such an honor to meet you! Iâve heard so much about your pack.â
Chan chuckled softly, clearly accustomed to the reactions his packâs name stirred. âYes, thatâs us,â he said with a smirk, though his tone remained humble. âBut weâre just a regular family. No need for all the fanfare.â
Yenji couldnât help but smile. âRight, right,â she said, trying to gather herself. âSo, about the pups. How old are they?â
Chan ran through the details smoothly. âEunji is the oldest, seven years old. Then thereâs Joon, whoâs also seven but a few months younger. The twins, Aera and Hwan, are six. Tae will turn six soon. Chul is four, and Nabi just turned one last month.â
Yenji scribbled down the information, noting every detail. âOkay, and do they have any dietary requirements?â
âNot really. Their other mum is very strict about their diets, but theyâre mostly fine with whatever,â Felix said, though he smiled fondly at the thought of his mateâs fussing over their pupsâ food. âTheyâre picky, but nothing unusual.â
âAlright,â Yenji nodded. âAny illnesses we should know about?â
âNot at all,â Felix replied, thinking for a moment. âWell, Joon did break his arm last week playing in the backyard, but itâs nothing serious.â
âA broken arm?â Yenji raised an eyebrow, noting it down. âOkay, does he need any ongoing medication?â
"HmmâŠ" Felix thought for a moment. "Just a few things. Some painkillers here and there, and⊠whatâs it called, babe?" He turned to the man.
"Intranasal and dietary supplements," Chan answered, smiling a little sheepishly.
"Right," Felix nodded. "Thatâs about it. Other than that, theyâre pretty healthy."
Yenji gave them an understanding look, eager to help in any way she could. "No problem. We can definitely accommodate that."
"Is there anything specific youâd like to ask about the kids? Diapers, snacks, or dietary restrictions?" Felix asked.
Yenji spoke up. "Actually, does Nabi wear diapers?"
"Yes, she does," Felix confirmed, Yenji started jotting something down. "But we always pack extra in her bag. No offense, but Iâm a little bit of a control freak when it comes to what diapers she wears. I also prefer if the kids donât borrow clothes from other children."
"Thatâs totally understandable," Yenji nodded, not in the least offended. "Weâll make sure to accommodate that. Actually, Iâll reserve some lockers for you to store extra clothes. Just in case they spill something or need a change."
Felix seemed to relax a little at that. "I appreciate it," he said, looking over at Chan who gave him a reassuring nod.
"I have a question," Chan spoke up, still eyeing the room. "What does their schedule look like? Iâm also a little concerned about the cafe being so close by⊠Anyone can just walk in, right?"
Yenji shook her head immediately. "No need to worry about that at all, sir." She smiled warmly, clearly proud of their security measures. "This is just the front office. Iâll take you to the back where the daycare rooms are, and youâll seeâno one gets in without their parent cards."
"Parent cards?" Chanâs brow furrowed, clearly confused.
"Yes, every parent has to have one to get through the door," Yenji explained, gesturing toward a scanner by the back door. "You just swipe your card, and then the system uses facial recognition to verify your identity. Youâll also need to sign in whenever you pick up or drop off your pups."
Felix raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Okay, but letâs say I lose my card, and someone tries to use it. What happens then?"
Yenji chuckled lightly. "They wouldnât get through because of the facial recognition system, and our security personnel would definitely stop anyone who wasnât familiar with the kids. We take safety very seriously here."
Felix purred, clearly satisfied with that answer. "Hm, I like this place already."
"Iâm glad to hear that," Yenji replied with a smile. She continued, "As for the kids' schedules, it really depends on the day. Most days, theyâll do arts and crafts, reading, and even digital games. The older ones have structured activities like sports, while the younger ones do more normal activities like sensory play or free time."
"Can we get a copy of their schedule?" Felix asked, clearly curious.
"Of course," Yenji said, scribbling down a few notes before handing Felix a sheet of paper. "Also, we need to know who will be picking up the kids. Weâll get cards made for those individuals as well."
Chan spoke up again, organizing the details. "Itâll mostly be the momsâHan and Felixâbut some days, Lee Know and Hyunjin might need to pick them up. So, weâd need cards for all eight contacts."
"Eight?" Yenji blinked in surprise.
"Yes, our schedule is complicated. Trust me, itâs easier this way," Chan chuckled.
The conversation shifted to timing after. "Daycare officially runs from 6 a.m. to 12 p.m., but if that doesnât work for you, we can shift it to 9 a.m. to 3 p.m."
Felix quickly jumped in. "Oh, hyung, can we do the 9 to 3 shift instead? Itâll make it easier for you guys to work in the afternoon, right?"
Chan nodded, thinking it over. "Yeah, I think weâll go with that."
Yenji jotted down the change. "Got it! Weâll adjust that for you."
As the meeting continued, Felix turned to Yenji with a slight smile. "So, who exactly is in charge of the kids? We just want to make sure theyâll be in good hands."
Yenji smiled back. "Only omegas are in charge of the kids here. We donât hire alphas, except for security."
Felix let out a relieved sigh. "Thank God. I donât trust any alphas with my kids unless Iâm around."
Yenji smiled, understanding the concern. "Iâm a beta, by the way. Weâve got a few of us, but weâre all trained extensively. Your pups will be in great hands."
Felixâs shoulders relaxed at that. "Iâm happy to hear that."
"And we have a nurse on staff at all times," Yenji added. "Youâll just need to fill out a medical form. The fee for each pup is 279,640 won."
"Wait, what?" Chan gasped dramatically, earning a playful slap from Felix.
"Hyung, stop it," Felix giggled, swatting him playfully.
Chan pouted. "You omegas are going to make me run broke."
Yenji laughed at their playful exchange. "It gets worse, Iâm afraid," she teased.
"Oh God," Chan groaned. "How much more?"
"We can discuss the fees later," Yenji said with a chuckle. "First, letâs finish the campus tour."
Chan grinned. "Weâre not buying a new car."
Felix faked a pout. "But babyâŠ"
"Absolutely not unless youâre getting it out of Changbin or I.N's account," Chan teased, looking at Yenji, who couldnât help but smile at the dynamics of the pack.
Finally, it was time to wrap up the meeting and head for the campus tour. "We can leave Nabi in the stroller while Y/n watches her," Yenji suggested, getting up from the desk. "Donât worry, sheâll be safe."
Felixâs omega instincts immediately protested. "Uh... Alright, thatâs fine," he said reluctantly, but Yenji noticed the concern in his eyes. He didnât know her, but he didnât want to leave Nabi with anyone else.
Yenji quickly excused herself to grab Y/n, who was just outside the office. "Do you need me to remove my scent patches?" Y/n asked politely when she entered the room.
"Can you?" Felix asked, his voice soft but firm. "I just donât want her to get fussy. And please, donât scent her. I donât feel comfortable with that."
Y/n gave him an understanding nod. "Of course, Iâll make sure to be gentle with her."
As Chan slowly handed Nabi over to Y/n, he sighed. "God, sheâs getting heavy."
"Well, you know how Changbin gets about skinny pups," Felix teased as he adjusted the baby bag.
Y/n carefully cradled Nabi, the little pup settling back to sleep with a small sigh.
Chan, who had been watching all this with a bemused expression, let out a loud huff. "Can we hurry this up? Iâve got a studio session in an hour."
Felix chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Letâs go."
"Shall we?" Yenji asked, gesturing toward the hallway. "Follow me, Iâll show you where the daycare rooms are. This area is just for the front office, so itâs not where the kids will be spending their time."
Chan and Felix exchanged a look before following Yenji down the hall, their footsteps echoing in the quiet building. The daycare was spacious, with colorful walls and a number of rooms dedicated to various age groups. As they passed a playroom, Chanâs eyes flickered toward it, noticing the well-organized space and the ample toys.
"This place is bigger than I expected," Felix commented, clearly impressed by the setup. "It seems really well organized."
"We take pride in our facilities," Yenji said with a small smile, leading them into the main area. "Weâve got separate rooms for different age groups."
"Sounds like itâs well-thought-out," Chan said, nodding approvingly.
They made their way through the different sections of the daycare, which were full of age-appropriate toys and even small rest areas. There was a quiet, calming atmosphere to the place, and the alphas were reassured that their pups would be safe here. The walls were decorated with happy drawings from other pups, and each room had its own dedicated staff, all of whom were betas or omegasânever alphas. The care here was personal, and it was clear that the staff was well-trained and genuinely cared about the pups.
As they returned to the office, Y/n was sitting on one of the office sofas, rocking the baby gently with one hand while cooing softly at Nabi, who was still tucked under a light blanket.
"Oh, you sweet little thing," Y/n whispered, a soft smile on her face. The little pup stirred slightly but stayed asleep, her small hands curling into tiny fists as she nuzzled deeper into the warmth of her blanket. Y/nâs omega instincts kicked in as she carefully and gently rocked her, murmuring quiet words of comfort. It was almost like an instinct, this bond that formed between omegas and pups. She couldnât help but feel a swell of affection for the baby in her arms.
Felix and Chan returned, clearly pleased with the daycareâs setup. Chan took one look at the sleeping Nabi in Y/nâs arms and smiled.
"Looks like she likes you," Felix commented softly, walking over to gently lift Nabi out of Y/nâs arms.
Nabi woke up with a small whimper but settled back when she saw Felix, her mother. "I think she really likes you, Y/n," Felix added, chuckling softly as he took his daughter into his arms. "Sheâs a little attached."
Y/n smiled warmly, her heart fluttering. "Sheâs just precious," she cooed, watching as Felix carefully adjusted her in his arms.
âSheâs so cute, right?â
Y/n smiled at the baby in her arms. âSheâs adorable.â
Felixâs voice softened as he chuckled. âShe takes after I.N, I think.â
"It was an absolute pleasure working with you both," Yenji said, excited that such a well-known pack would be joining their daycare.
"Iâll be seeing you on Monday then," Y/n added, her smile warm but slightly bittersweet.
"Yes you will," Chan responded pulling out his phone to check a message.
After completing the final bits of paperwork, Chan, Felix, and Yenji exchanged a few more pleasantries, clearly satisfied with their decision to enroll their pups here.
As Chan, who had been watching all this with an amused smile, stood up, he gave them a friendly wave. "Have a good day, guys!" His voice carried a light tone, though his eyes flickered a deep red for just a second.
Y/n blinked in surprise at the brief flash of red in Chan's eyes. It wasnât something she saw often, but the flicker was enough to make her heart skip a beat.
Chan was more focused on the fact that Y/nâs scent was undeniably strong now. His alpha instincts reacted involuntarily, stirring a sharp, deep craving within him. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to control the pull he felt.
Damn, he thought, swallowing hard. Her scent is so strongâŠ
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
A/N: This was kinda messy but i just wanted to get the series a start so bare with me.
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or can u suggest any txt fic here (preferably the long ones w chapters) that u enjoyed?
sorry for the extremely extremely late reply but iâll list some long fics + txt seriesâs that ive enjoyed with some comments attached to each one. spoiler alert, a completed txt series is pretty hard to find lol
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lover = lo$er (sub!gyu, virgin fic)
it would be easy to just straight up recommend every @/wildernessuntothemselves series and i might just succumb to that later on but this is pure submissive beomgyu heaven, served as my first real awakening and i would probably attribute most of my sub gyu writing to this fic alone. 10/10, has a love triangle bit and beomgyus kind of insane
criminal conscience (dom!gyu, crime au)
on the other side of the spectrum, this is pussy clenching dom beomgyu goodness and i dont think it gets better than this. the writing is so compelling it fully immerses you in the narrative, even im getting sucked in to beomgyuâs manipulation (whats new really), blaring red flags and all. its currently on hiatus though but i would catch up either way beomiracles is a pretty consistent writer, sheâd probably pick it up sooner or later :)
mosquito (soobin)
sorry this is going to be all over the place lol but this is also still ongoing (its only two parts in) but this writer is absolutely insane. narrative feels fleshed out and though it mainly follows soobinâs perspective and feelings, i am quite enjoying it so far. it has some idol x idol action as well, not the main focus of course but it is written in detail
one way (dom!beomgyu, themes of sadism)
this ones a three parter and its completed. by the same writer mentioned previously (soobrat), very very good storytelling, keeps you on your toes and has a hold on your emotions but like mentioned, it has a bit of an extremity in the smut and it is undeniably toxic but its good
sneaky link (dom yeonjun, the other woman trope)
i havent read this in a while but i remember staying up all night reading all of it lol. i would probably not recommend this to people who really cant read infidelity since thats what the fic is based around but it isnt cast in a very favorable light anyway. really toxic, seriously good
fuck you series (sub gyu, enemies to lovers, band au)
its really cute and the e2l set up is believable enough since theyre band rivals. beomgyu is so so so cute in this even if a little insufferable to mc lol. i would also recommend fairyofshampgyuâs now live series but its currently on an indefinite hiatus (its sooo good as well though so if youre willing, you should check it out)
nabi (best friends to lovers beomgyu, no smut)
two parts in, not completed but im following it currently and god i love them together their dynamic is soooo fun to read, you wont get bored
jerk! (enemies to lovers, beomgyu fic, no smut)
its another band au and its also ongoing. there isnt a consistent update schedule so that might be a minus but the most recent chapter was from a month ago so its safe to say it hasnt been left in the dust (thank god). very very good writing, excited to see how their relationship takes off
bullying choi soobin (sub soobin)
submissive soobin and its good, of course im recommending this. its finished and a 4 parter
sugar (dom!yeonjun, dom!gyu)
unfortunately probably forever incomplete but i love it and i might actually go back to reading it for the third time
let me into your world (non smut beomgyu series)
i havent read a soulmate premise in sooo long so this was refreshing to read, good stuff
supermodel (dom gyu and sub i believe)
its just. Amazing. a two parter but a goodie
the city that never sleeps (bsf smut)
also two parts but both parts are pretty long, really good stuff
ok for the life of me i cannot find this one huening series where he was getting bullied by reader and they were secretly fucking?? that one was literally perfect submissive men shit so if you find it if youve struck gold
long full fics (6k+)
telepathy (fantasy, dom!gyu)
a little out of the box compared to all the fics ive recommended so far and thats what makes it so special and good
duality (dom!kai)
i actually havent read this one yet but i will soon, i just thought id add it here anyway since i know ill love it
killer instinct (taehyun fic)
very plot heavy and it centers taehyun mainly. i could go ahead and cheat and just list out every single koqabear fic lmao but this ones a gem, very happy i set aside the time to read it
the redemption of choi yeonjun (dom!yj)
im not personally a fan of the trope but when it was originally teased the smut sounded heavenly and honestly, it is. such a good dom yeonjun here but beware hes a little (a lot) mean lol. he changes by the end
like cat and mouse! (sub gyu, inexperienced)
again, worth the reading time investment. i love submissive gyu, he is everything here and more
love love love (sub gyu, royal au)
i have probably read this a total of 30 times
i hate you (enemy!beomgyu, dom beomgyu)
ok sorry im cheating here a bit this isnt long but its so good you should check it out anyway
#hopefully this is a weeks worth of reading#i swear ive read more but combing my shit memory with tumblrs shit search function#is not the best#ⶠââ rana ; answered
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         " should i ? would you really let me come and say hi at like what - ass crack of dawn ? cause that's usually around the time we get back from the clubs. " he takes one of the pens on the table, twirling it in his hand, " should i scale the wall and climb up your balcony like romeo and juliet ? " jinhae asks in a teasing manner, still clearly distracted and stalling, not wanting to study just yet. " i'm sure you don't attend some of the parties that our schoolmates throw, huh ? " it's not that jinhae was making assumptions, but he was pretty sure that the wild college parties were probably not nabi's type of scene. staying still as she fixes his hair, jinhae uses his phone's screen to check his reflection, humming in approval at how good he looks. putting his phone back in his pocket, he then wills himself to look down at the book on his lap, " yeah, i remember reading this part at least. " given, he still didn't understand what he was reading, but the page did look familiar to him. " so, did you want me to read the next chapter ? " tapping the pen on the page, he huffs, knowing it was going to be a mouthful to read. reaching over her lap, he starts writing something on the notebook, putting the chapter name at the top of the page, his hand grazing her thigh as he wrote over the page, pulling away not too long after, " alright, i think we're all set. i'll go read this page. " smiling innocently at her, he begins to read through the material.
â oh, you heard that? â she asks, knowing damn well that their voices from the kitchen could be heard to this place anyway. already pulling the notebook off the table and to her lap as she forgets to put the blanket over her legs this time. â maybe next time you should come and say hi when you are around here. â just a friendly manner, even when she was rarely around the house anyway most of the time. clicking onto the pen, flipping over to the page she had been writing yesterday, she does stop; gaze on the male again, seeing the glasses causes her to let out a laugh. â what is this? â finding the male adorable beside her, this look totally fit jinhae though, this male could really pull everything off, huh. â you look handsome, with or without glasses. â she admits, not really thinking what she had just said. she does reach over, pushing some hair off to the side from jinhae's forehead. â okay, better. very smart looking. â and if she had camera with her, she would have taken a picture of the male with this pose, thankfully it was now just a memory in her brain instead. she stares a little longer, clearing her throat. â right, um.. do you remember where we were? â she leans over a little peeking at the book and then back to the notes she had. â ah, here. â hand moving and pointing at the text. â i think.. you were reading this last time. â and being this close caused her heart to beat faster. get it together nabi, you are studying. she says to herself in her head.
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     It took some getting used to. Being a vampire. But Y/n was glad she had eight partners to show her the ropes. She was ever so grateful to her Kingdom for putting aside their distaste towards the eight when they heard they had saved and taken care of their Queen. The church still fussed every now and then but the nine handled it. Sheâd earned the nickname âThe Eternal Queenâ after some time on the throne. After she was crowned, she had her fatherâs advisors arrested and now could have her own court. What better than asking the men who showed her love?
     They all accepted with a smile and many people from their town moved to join her kingdom. The land the vampires ruled just became a part of her kingdom. No one there caused any trouble with the queen ruling. Even helped ease the minds of others.Â
     Three years of her reign thus far and without someone breathing down her neck and reprimanding her for the decisions she made, the kingdom was prospering like years past. One thing she found a little too hectic was how fast her two children had been growing.Â
     It was a month later after her coronation, she ended up pregnant again. None of them played guess the fatherâthough Minho was very much pushing for it to be his after what happened last time. Chan explained that it was common for fledglings born of two vampires to grow quickly but he did not classify how quickly. Y/n reprimanded him later when she gave birth to the groupâs baby girl about four and a half months later.
     Even though she was all of their baby, there was no doubt it was Felix who was her biological father. The little girl was the spitting image of him. All the men cooed at the new princess and her little fangs.
     âI gather sheâll drink blood rather than milk,â Hwan asked. The maid had chosen to come work in the castle with a few other staff members from the manor. A few chose to stay behind to just keep it clean if the nine chose to come back for whatever reason.
     âI suppose so,â Y/n smiled as the boys handed her her daughter.
     âYou feel alright?â Chan asked as he brushed her hair back.Â
     âBit hungry,â Y/n replied
     âIâll go grab some blood,â Hwan said, leaving the family to be for a while.
     Medical staff had already left and Hwan was tending to Y/n now. The boys insisted they could do it but really the girl missed the royal. Y/n missed her too honestly.
     Even though she had gone through the process before, giving birth to her second baby wasnât much better. It was easier though. Their son was seemingly the spitting image of Chan, just like her daughter was of Felix.
     âItâs a boy,â their daughter, Nabi, pointed out. It had only been two years since she was born but she looked about double her age now.
     âYou have a baby brother now,â Jeongin said as Nabi sat on his lap.
     âI wanted a sister,â She complainedÂ
     âDoesnât quite work like that princess,â Hwan reminded the little girl   âIt should.â
     âSheâs just like you when you were a child,â one of the older maids from the castle said as she helped the younger clean up.
     Y/n loved her two children, just didnât love how they were growing up. Chan had made it a point to get her as well as their children, day rings. The kids having to constantly get new ones with how they were growing. Chan assured her it would slow down but she wasnât quite sure.Â
     On top of the eight being her advisors, they had all gotten married. Everyone made a deal about having eight kings but the vampires assured them not all of them would take the throne. They decided, mostly given status, that Chan would publicly appear as the king but he was really more of an advisor. Letting her make all the decisions. Stood behind her when she had to make addresses. Uncalled for in their time but so was their relationship.
     âDarling,â Jisung said as he walked into her study. Sheâd been working all day on a few trade routes needing to be up and she hadnât realized how much time really passed.
     âHi, love.â She greeted him as he walked over to her desk.Â
     âKids are asleep. You should rest too,â He said, pulling the papers and fountain pen out of her hand
     âJi, we both know I donât need sleep anymore.â Y/n sighed
     âJust because you donât need it doesnât mean overworking. Come on,â Jisung pulled her up out of the chair.
     âJi,â Y/n whinedÂ
     âY/n,â The male returned the energy.
     Y/n pouted at him only for him to laugh and wrap his arms around her. âIâm not making you rest love. We have a surprise in the bedroom though.â
     âMhm, what kind of surprise?â Y/n inquired
     âYouâll have to see,â Jisung bent down and picked her up.
     Y/n smiled and held onto his shoulders. Jisung carried her out of her study and into their room. The seven others waiting for them as they entered the room.
     Once inside the room, Jisung put her on the ground and attached his lips to hers.
     âReally Jisung?â Minho questioned the vampire's eagerness
     âI carried her here. I think itâs fair I get first kisses. Plus if it wasnât for me, none of this would be in this relationship.â The two bickered as Hyunjin came up behind her and kissed the side of her neck.
     âHi pretty,â He said as he pulled her away from the vampire's arms.
     âHi Hyun,â Y/n smiled, as she turned to face him. The rest gathered around slowly. Making sure everyone got their kisses after not seeing much of her for the day.Â
     While Felix had her lips locked with his Changbin worked on unlacing her dress and undergarments. The boys worked to undress her completely before undressing themselves and pulling her to the large bed. Jeongin sat back with her on his lap. Y/n pressed her lips into his before he turned her around, her back against his chest. Seungmin kneeled next to them and pressed his lips onto hers whilst Jeongin attacked her neck. Both their hands spread her legs open.Â
     Jisung took the chance to get back between her legs and lay on the bed between her spread legs. Jisung placed his hands on the inside of her thighs as his tongue lapped up the small bit of arousal that had started dripping out of her. Y/n moaned into Seungmins mouth before he pulled away and moved his lips down to her breasts. Hyunjin took the chance to connect his lips to hers as Jisung was making out with her cunt. Hyunjinâs tongue pushed into her and explored before pulling away and smiling at her. Y/n grabbed his thigh as Hyunjin sat up again. Her hand moved up and wrapped around her dick, pumping him before he took it upon himself to move closer and push himself inside of her mouth.Â
     Y/n moaned around him as the other three toyed with her. The others waiting for their own turn. Hyunjin moved his hips and pushed himself into her throat as she moaned with each bit of stimulation they were giving her. She felt two fingers prod at her entrance, moaning as they entered her and Hyunjin spilled into her.
     Y/n took his load before he pulled out and watched her swallow his load. Hyunjin moved away and Felix took the chance to replace him as she clenched around the fingers inside her. Seungmin marked up her breasts while Jeongin marked her neck. Both keeping her spread open and Jeongins free hand playing with the breasts Seungmin wasnât marking.Â
     It wasn't much longer till she came on Jisungâs fingers and he licked her completely clean. Y/n whined as he pulled away from her, Minho taking his place between her legs. Tip of his dick teasing her and making her whine around Felix. His cock twitching as Minho pushed into her. He took hold of her thighs, freeing the other's hands.
     Minho let her adjust to him as Felix spilled down her throat before pulling out. Her head fell back onto Jeongin's shoulder as he lifted his head. âDoing so good love. Just let us take care of you,â Jeongin whispered in her ear.
     âWant more,â Y/n begged
     âNeed another cock in you darling?â Minho teased as he slowly thrusted in and out of her
     âYes. Wanâ be filled with you all.â If they werenât hard before, they definitely were after hearing that.
     Jeongin slipped one of his fingers into her mouth and Y/n sucked the finger till he pulled out with a pop. He got his hand between her and Minho and slowly pushed his finger inside her. Y/n moaned before Seungmin sat up and turned her head to him and pushed his cock down her throat, watching her eyes roll back slightly. Jeongin fingered her ass slowly as Minho brought his fingers down to rub her clit as he slowly thrusted his dick in and out of her.Â
     Jeongin slowly added another finger into her and spread her open from below. Y/n pulled away from Seungminâs cock to beg the man below to put his cock in. Ever the ones to please their wife, Minho stopped his movement and allowed Jeongin to spread his precum around the hole and then slowly slip inside.Â
     âFuck,â Y/n moaned before taking her husbandâs cock into her mouth again.Â
     Jeongin moved slowly till he was fully sheathed inside of her. Giving her some time to adjust before moving with Minho inside of her. The two started slowly but she already was close to the edge of being completely filled.Â
     Her body went limp with pleasure as she moaned and clenched around them. Minho and Jeongin both picked up their pace as Minho started toying with her clit again. Tipping her over the edge. The men groaned as she clenched around them. Jeongin spilled inside her first.Â
     Shoving himself deep in her ass and coating her walls with his come. Seungmin moved his hips faster till he came in her throat. Minho fucked her harder before his cum spilled in her while Jeongin and Seungmin pulled out of her.Â
     Minho pulled out as Jisung moved under her. His dick teased her ass before slipping in. Changbin took Minhos place and pushed his cock into her cunt. His hands held her open as Jisung moved his hands to grope her breasts as Chan offered his cock to her mouth.Â
     Y/n took him into her mouth and sucked him off as the two fucked the other's cum back into her. Chan held the back of her head as he thrusted into her mouth. Her moans were muffled by his cock.Â
     Her holes were being stretched and used but Y/n loved it. Loved them. Never has she regretted offering to play prisoner those years ago. Especially now as the three filled her more.Â
     Each of them pushed deep into her as their cum mixed with the loads inside her as her own orgasm came again. The three pulled out and Hyunjin took Changbinâs spot. Laying back on the bed so she was on top. Felix took Jisungs place and the two slowly pushed into her. Y/n moaned as the two held her up and started pounding into her.Â
     Strings of curses falling free from her mouth if there wasnât a cock to keep her quiet now. Her hands were loosely planted on Hyunjins chest as the two pumped into her.Â
     Sheâd only taken them all one other time, their wedding night. She somehow forgot how they were able to make her forget everything sheâd ever thought about. Their hands roamed over her body, making her feel weightless. Knowing just where to touch her to get her to melt.Â
     Felixâs hand grabbed her breasts as Hyunjin moved her hips with them. Her orgasm washed over before she knew it and the two emptied their loads in her. She blanked for the rest of the night. Tired from work and taking all eight of their cocks. Waking up in the morning with Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix cuddling here.Â
     âPassed out last night. We cleaned you up and tucked you in.â Felix explained.Â
     âNot too much last night?â Hyunjin asked, kissing her shoulderÂ
     âNo. Just been a while since weâve all done it.â Y/n assured them
     Y/n took the day to herself. Staying bed with her husbands, the eight coming and going at random, and her two children when they pleased. more often wanting to play in the garden with their dads.Â
     It wasnât long till she found out she was pregnant again. the family and kingdom being excited once more. Her daughter and son arguing over whether it is a boy or a girl.Â
     Like the last two pregnancies, her husbandâs took on a lot of her responsibilities so she could rest. And when the baby wanted to come out, all eight were there for her while Hwan took care of the two children.Â
     Nabi was pleased to know she finally had a sister. But no one was happier than Minho. All nine parents knew when they looked at their little girl's big round eyes that she was his. He about refused to let anyone else hold her until Nabi and Minseok asked if they could hold the baby. Minho couldnât say no to his kids.Â
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Chasing Cars | ch 12 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: jungkook is stubborn and it leads to some sort of miscommunication?, reader feels cheated on, alcohol, clubbing, cursing, promises to exes fuck everything up basically
âword count: 7.3k
âa/n: new week, new angst-filled chapter :') I hope you guys still love it :') thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Saturday, May 4th Â
Youâve barely slept. Whenever you close your eyes all you can picture is Jungkook and Gabrielle. Gabrielle and Jungkook.Â
Just a friend from high schoolâŠ
You donât know why, but that lie is the one that hurts the most. Maybe because you thought he was opening up to you, telling you about his past, but heâd shrugged it off, lied about it like it was just second nature. Itâs sour, bitter, and you think you might hate him for it.
You feel cheated on. Youâre fully aware that you werenât dating, that you were just a maybe, but you hate that it was taken from you just like that, in a stupid video call from your drunk brotherâŠ
It really does taste vile, bitter, sour, and everything in between.
Ria left earlier today. She had to work, but she told you to invite Yoongi or Nabi, to not isolate yourself. You donât feel like seeing anyone - yes, you could be miserable with Yoongi, but you donât want to hear the told you so that your friends will say in the aftermath of what happened last night.
Taehyung didnât even text you once. You wonder if he saw you crying, before Ria hung up the call for you. If he did, you think heâs unbelievably cruel for not even texting you anything, but then again maybe that had been his plan all along. To show you Jungkookâs true nature, the one heâd hidden from you in the last few months.
Were there any other girls? If heâd so easily kissed his ex after just a few days in Paris, does that mean he might have easily done the same thing here, with other people?
You feel nauseous. Thinking about everything makes you feel nauseous.
As does the text that sits on your phone, sent early this morning, while you were in and out of your troubled sleep.
[4:23 am] JK: can we facetime tonight
You havenât replied. You donât even want to talk to him, or see his face. You donât want those treacherous doe eyes to ever meet your gaze again and yetâŠ
Yet you want some closure. You want to tell him off, to break him like he broke you, but that would be assuming he felt for you the way that you did. Which, you highly doubt since he kissed his ex like youâd never been in the picture to begin with.
You sigh, rubbing your face, trying to keep the tears in. They keep sneaking up on you, like youâre not done grieving for what could have been, and frankly, you donât know if youâll ever be. You reckon the first step in the right direction might be to seek that closure, to talk to him and be done with it, permanently.
You didnât think there was a time when youâd have to be done with Jungkook. Everything that you were building, everything, now just rubbles that will slowly turn to dust.
And so you finally open your phone, heart squeezing uncomfortably as the conversation with him pops up. You ignore the texts from before yesterday night, those where you believed he was falling in love, too, and you reply,
[2:09 pm] You: sure at what time
You put your phone away after you press send, sighing deeply as if that might shake the weight of the world off your shoulders. You figure you should stop rotting in bed - itâs not like itâs helped make you feel better - and so you get up, heading to the kitchen.
Youâre not hungry. Youâre not hungry, but when you see the spicy ramyeon he bought to help train your spice tolerance, you canât help but crave some. Because you donât want to let him go, donât want to let go of all of him. So you put some water on the stove, preparing the noodles as if that might change what happened last night.
It doesnât. The only thing it does is make you realize that youâve indeed improved your spice tolerance, as you eat and you barely even have to sniffle. It makes you sad, far too sad, because what was the point?
What was the point of developing a spice tolerance if you wonât eat with him anyway?
Tears pool in your eyes, and this time you donât bother keeping them in. You let them flow freely, memories of him swirling in your mind. You think about every time he cooked for you - that first time on Valentineâs Day. You think about New York, about every night youâve spent cuddled up in his arms.
There wonât be any new nights, any new memories. Everything that you and Jeon Jungkook once were is in the past now, to forever haunt you.
You push the noodles away. Youâve only eaten half of the bowl, but the thought of eating more makes you feel sick to your stomach. Instead, you drop your head on your arms on the table, body rocking with sobs.
You donât even know why youâre crying so much. Why your body holds so much pain for what Jungkook did, when part of you had been expecting it all along. Yet you break and break, like youâre glass thrown from the roof of a building, exploding upon impact with the ground.
It takes a while before you stop crying, the post-tears clarity filling your brain. You straighten, wipe your cheeks and the snot on your upper lip, and then you get up. You throw away the rest of the noodles, and then walk back to your room, trying to hold onto the clarity.Â
You slow down in front of Jungkookâs door, imagining him to be behind. To never have gone to ParisâŠ
It only makes you want to cry again, but youâre done crying.Â
You donât want to be crying for someone that cheated on you.
You finally make it to your room. Your phone awaits you on the night table, face up to the ceiling so that you can see that Jungkook texted you multiple times. You steel yourself, grabbing your phone, and then read his texts.
[2:28 pm] JK: weâre at the restaurant rn [2:28 pm] JK: so maybe in an hour and a half? [2:29 pm] JK: we finally went to the catacombs today [2:29 pm] JK: you were right itâs hella creepy
Itâs like heâs unaware that he broke your heart, that he destroyed the trust you had in him. It makes you think, did you imagine everything that happened yesterday?
Was it all just a nightmare?
You wish it was, but the tear stains on your sheets are proof enough that it truly happened.
[2:35 pm] You: call me whenever
You spend the next hour lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling, trying to chase him out of your thoughts. Trying to figure out what youâll tell him: thereâs no way youâll pursue a relationship with him now that that happened. But maybe heâll have an explanation, reassurance that not everything was a lieâŠ
You donât know if that would make you feel better. Maybe relieved in some way, yes, but the throbbing in your chest would likely not be lessened by such reassurance. You fear itâd be worse. It would mean losing something that was real, and you donât know if youâd survive it.
When your phone finally rings, you consider not picking up. You consider ghosting him, disappearing from his life before he has the power to hurt you more, but youâre weak for him.
Far too weak, and you pick up after a few seconds.
Heâs obviously called on Facetime, and the moment he comes into view, a soft smile on his lips, you feel like youâre breaking all over again.
The last time you saw those lips they were pressed against another girlâs mouth.
âHey,â he greets you.
You canât find it in you to speak around the lump in your throat, so you just offer him a tight-lipped smile. He frowns, eyebrows almost touching over his eyes.
âIs something wrong?â
Of course heâd notice, but⊠is he that oblivious? Anger cuts through the sadness, and you raise your eyebrows.
âDonât you have something to tell me?â you ask.
His frown deepens. âIâŠâ he trails off, and then something changes in his demeanour. The frown disappears, his lips part and his eyes widen, filling with fear. âYou⊠Is this about Gabrielle?â
You laugh, so bitterly you taste it on your tongue. âAre you being serious?â
âYes?â he lets out.
He looks terrified. Itâs a strange sight, and it makes unease settle deep in your stomach.
âTae called me last night,â you reveal.
âOh.â He pulls on his piercings, eyes dropping. âOh.â
âWhat the fuck was that, Jungkook?â
Your question strikes him deep. You see it in the way his shoulders drop, like heâs burdened with the weight of the world.
âNothing happened,â he tries.
But he doesnât meet your gaze.
âI saw you kissing her,â you spit. âDonât fucking lie to me.â
âPeachâŠâ
You scoff, yet the nickname brings tears to your eyes. âWhat the fuck was that?â you ask again, and you hate that your vision is turning blurry, hate the way that you are so completely, irreversibly weak for him.
âIt really isnât what you think it is,â he says.
âYou spent the evening locked up in a room with her.â
He closes his eyes, and his phone shifts just enough so that you see his surroundings better. Heâs in a park from the looks of it, much like heâd been when youâd facetimed on Wednesday.
âI promise it really isnât what you think it is,â he insists. He meets your gaze, his big doe eyes so pained you almost want to believe him.
You sigh deeply, and a single tear falls on your cheek. You dry it with the back of your hand. âWhat was it then?â
A muscle feathers on his jaw as he clenches it, yet he remains silent. His lips stretch in a thin line, horror filling his gaze.
âI really thoughtâŠâÂ
You canât finish the sentence. I really thought weâd work. You canât finish it, as your heart breaks and breaks and breaks until youâre back to where you were last night, struggling to breathe as youâd watched him kissing her.
âI made a promise to her years ago,â he admits, his voice wobbly. âI canât tell anyone, but I swear, peach, itâs not what you think it is. Iâd never do that to you.â
âBut you did!â
His mouth opens and closes a few times, like he wants to say something but canât.
âI canâtâŠâ you trail off because you donât want to say it.Â
You donât want to be the one to kill the relationship when it hasnât even started yet. Though you reckon he killed it when he kissed her.
âI canât be with you,â you whisper, as if the words canât be uttered aloud.
âPeachâŠâ
âStop calling me that,â you burst. âStop fucking calling me that when you basically cheated.â
He frowns, his jaw clenching again. âWe werenât even exclusive.â
âExcuse me?â
Undiluted rage consumes every inch of your body, taking away the pain. All there is is the blaze of anger, and it burns and burns until you think you might turn to embers.
âI donât know why I said that,â he immediately replies, eyes so wide he looks like a deer in headlights. He takes a deep breath and swallows as the movement of his Adamâs apple shows. âPlease just trust me on this.â
âNo, Jungkook,â you say. âI canât trust you when it took you all of a few days with your ex to end up kissing her.â You close your eyes, shaking your head. âYou told me Gabrielle was just a friend.â
âAnd she is!â he says. âShe really is, peach. Sheâs nothing like you.â
âWhy the fuck did you kiss her then?â you ask, blinking away tears the second you open your eyes again.
âShe kissed me,â he answers. âShe kissed me when Tae opened the door. I didnât even know he was on the phone with you.â
âYouâre aware that it sounds like lame-ass excuses?â You scoff, shaking your head again. âI canât fucking believe you. I should have listened to Colton.â
You see the blow that it is to him. His waterline turns silver, and he clenches his jaw hard. His shoulders drop even more, and you think you hear the sound of breaking.
You doubt he deserves to be breaking over his own mistakes.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. âPeach, Iâm sorry. Iâll make it up to you as soon as Iâm home, and then we canâŠâ
âThereâs no we,â you interject. âThereâs no we anymore.â
âPlease.â Heâs begging. You never thought youâd see a day when Jeon Jungkook would beg for you, and it hurts fiercely, replacing the anger.
Youâre on a roller coaster, and you donât think youâll ever be able to get down.Â
âWhat did you promise her, Kook?â you ask, your voice infinitesimally small.
He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. âI promised her Iâd never tell anyone. So I canât tell you.â
Youâre crying again, though this time it sweeps in softly, gently. No rocking sobs, no shaking hands. Just tears, heavier than the sun, rolling down your cheeks.
âThen there is no we anymore,â you whisper.
Because you canât be in the shadow of his ex. There canât be secrets between the two of you - especially not when his parents want him to marry her.
âPeach, please.â
âStop, Jungkook.â You shake your head as more tears spill from your eyes. âStop.â
âBut I canât lose you,â he says, and you think you spy a tear on his cheek too.
It feels out of place, like itâs a waterfall in the desert, or maybe oxygen in space.
âI canât be with someone who keeps secrets from me, Jungkook.â You pause, taking a deep breath in to give yourself courage.
âBut itâs justâŠâ he trails off, and you watch as defeat takes over him.
You wonder if he ever had to fight for anyone before. If he even has it in him to do it. Though you donât think youâd want to be with him even if he fought for you.Â
Not after last night.
âIt really is nothing,â he finishes, though he sounds just as unconvinced as you are and that, most of all, tells you that it is truly over.
You and Jeon Jungkook werenât meant to be together in this universe after all. You should have known - you saw the signs and chose to ignore them. Maybe because your pink-tinted glasses coloured the red in such a way that it became the most beautiful colour youâd ever seen.
But now that the glasses are gone, you think, were you just blindsided all along?
âHave fun on the rest of your trip, Jungkook,â you whisper.
âPeachâŠâ
âDo not ever call me that again,â you say softly, but you mean it.
You canât afford him calling you that.
He tries your name, but you shake your head no. He curses underneath his breath, clearly unaware that he did it loud enough for you to hear, and then says, âSo thatâs it?â
You shrug, like you donât care at all when in reality itâs taking everything in you not to break down right now. âThatâs it,â you confirm. âWe donât even have to tell Tae.â
He nods. âOkay.â
Okay.
Everything, crashing down into a single flat word. Everything, ending on a note of heartbreak that rings and rings in your head until you think you might go insane.
You should have known you werenât the muse behind the song, behind the poem and the art. Youâd always been meant to break away, werenât you?
You donât remember hanging up. All you remember is staring at your reflection on the screen, and the sound of your breaking heart in the background.
*****
The thing with the end, itâs that it never really is just the end. The end of something is the beginning of something else, and sometimes the new beginning is better, sometimes itâs worse.
You think beginning your life post-Jungkook in a club might be good. The distraction of the flashing lights, loud music and alcohol is an effective one, yet you know it for what it truly is: escapism.
You donât know how Ria and Nabi convinced you. You do like clubbing, but Nabi hates it. So maybe it was the fact that she suggested it, that she said itâd be fun that made you want to go. You even invited Yoongi, but Yoongi said he wanted to have a night in, so itâs just you girls tonight, and you reckon it has to be enough.
You follow Nabi past the coat check, waiting for Ria as she drops off her own jacket. A few seconds later Ria meets with you, and she hooks arms with you both to head towards the bar.
âLetâs get some shots before we go dancing,â she suggests, almost screaming so that you can hear her over the sound of the music.
âDancing?â Nabi lets out.
âWhat do you think clubbing is for?â Ria teases, and you offer a half-hearted smile at that.
In other circumstances you likely would have laughed, but a smile is a good start, no?
âI donât know,â Nabi grumbles.
You reach the bar, and you stand behind a group of four guys who are also waiting for shots, or so it seems. You glance at them, and your gaze meets that of the one whoâs leaning against the bar, looking your way. You politely smile out of reflex, looking away a second later as you try to focus on Ria and Nabiâs now surprisingly heated discussion about the pros and cons of clubbing.
You think clubbing is good. Clubbing is empty mind, busy body, and right now itâs all you need.
Itâs all you need not to run back to the Facetime call this afternoon, and the finality of Jungkookâs path in your life.
You close your eyes, take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Though your heart is aching - it hasnât stopped since this afternoon - youâve been good at ignoring it. At pretending that youâre fine, that you didnât lose something that mattered to you far more than you should have let it to begin with.
You donât think Jungkook deserved the devotion you had for him. Not when lying to you, when refusing to tell you the whole truth is more important to him. And youâve gone down a spiral after the call. Stalking Gabrielle on social media, understanding why he kissed her in the first place.
If you were even a little bit gay, you too would probably want to kiss her. Sheâs attractive, elegantly so, in the same way that all people who are born into old money are. Sheâs from the same universe as Jungkook, has a beautiful smile and striking green eyes that you can only envy. Her hair - somewhere between blonde and red - is also amazing, probably because she has the money to maintain a good hair care and skincare routine.
You do have your own skincare routine too, but nothing that having a lot of money can pay for.
âHey, you girls want shots?â one of the guys says, mostly in your direction.
Maybe because Ria and Nabi are still bickering next to you.
âHuhâŠâ you let out, heart momentarily stumbling in your chest as you look at Ria next to you.
You nudge her, and she finally acknowledges the guy, staring him up and down once before smiling her âIâm on a missionâ smile. It works right away: the guy smirks, extending a hand for her to shake.
âIâm Jacob.â
She unhooks her arms from yours and Nabiâs, shaking his hand. âRia. And this is Y/n and Nabi.â
You nod your head and wave weakly in greetings, and Jacob mirrors the motion before setting his gaze on Ria again.Â
âSo, do you want them shots or not?â he asks.
She tilts her head to the side prettily. âSure, weâll take them.â
And thatâs how you find yourself downing shots with guys that look straight out of a frat - Jacob, Chad, Elijah and Lucas. Lucas is the one who smiled at you earlier, and he easily finds his way to your side as you drink the shots.
After that first round, Lucas suggests a second one, and you all end up downing Jaggerbombs, the sweetness of the Red Bull contrasting the taste of the alcohol in just the right way. Ria suggests heading to the dancefloor next, and no amount of pleading gaze from you and Nabi makes her change her mind.
She truly is on a mission, and you think it might be partly because she needs to stop thinking about Seokjin. Not that you would ever tell it to her face though.
You end up dancing with Nabi, both of you slightly uncomfortable with the unknown males. In another world, youâd probably be dancing with Lucas, indulging in his company, but right now the last thing you want is to sidle close to a man.
Pretending isnât making you forget how, just a little under a week ago, you were breathing Jungkook in like he could be the oxygen in your lungs.Â
You tense. You fucking tense, and Nabi immediately notices, leaning in to say in your ear, âEverything okay?â
You shrug. âIâd do without the guys, but I guess it was to be expected with Ria in a club.â
Nabi winces, offering you an apologetic look. âDo you want to go?â
âNo,â you say, shaking your head. You even snort at the way her features fall in disappointment. âDo you?â
âI donât know,â she admits.
The song ends, blending into another one, and you pull her to the side as a girl walks behind her, parting your group.
âDo you want to go to the bathroom?â you suggest.
She pouts, looking up to the ceiling as if in deep thought, then nods her head enthusiastically. âYup, letâs do that.â
You chuckle, and then you pull her towards Ria. Ria glares at you when you pull her away from Jacob, yet leans in when you make to speak to her.
âWeâre going to the bathroom,â you tell her.
You donât give her a choice. You grab her hand, pulling her behind you as Nabi leads the way to the bathroom.Â
The music isnât as loud in the hallway, the red lights giving Nabiâs white top a tint that makes it just a little creepy. Thereâs already a line, and you stand at the end of it, turning to face Ria.
âCan we do no guys tonight?â you ask her.
Her mouth falls open. âOh. Iâm sorry. I didnât even think-â
âDonât worry about it,â you reassure her.
She still looks apologetic, and it lingers for longer than just the bathroom trip - you have to pull her in a dance after youâve taken more shots for her to stop looking forlorn. Sheâs reluctant at first, pouting, and you pull her closer.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask.
âIâm really sorry,â she repeats. âIâm so dumb sometimes.â
You offer her a scolding look. âYouâre not. Besides, itâs mostly for Nabi that I asked that.â
Ria glances towards Nabi, whoâs dancing next to you but completely oblivious to the conversation. âRight.â
And that is that. Ria recovers her playful mood, and you dance and laugh and drink with your friends. You think Jungkook slips out of your thoughts on the fourth shot you down, and by the sixth, your mind is swimming in way too much drunk bliss to even feel the ache in your chest. Itâs liberating - you feel like a bird whoâs flying for the first time, and so you cling to the feeling as best as you can.
Nabi decides to leave before you and Ria, Namjoon picking her up on his way back from Yoongiâs place, where they apparently gamed together. You donât care - youâre drunk enough to want to ride into the sunrise, to party until itâs light outside and the world has forgotten about your existence.
Luckily for you, Ria is one for such parties as well, and so you dance and dance and dance, taking another shot ten minutes after Nabi left.Â
This time, when Ria pulls you back towards the group of guys, you follow her grudgingly. You even let the dancing tide push you closer to Lucas, who leans in and says, âHey youâ, in a way that makes you think maybe true solace lies in another personâs lips.
Itâs early. Far too early. But youâre also far too drunk to care, and so when he pulls you closer to dance with him, you let him do so. You let him sway your hips to the music, let him lean his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, and you breathe in the same air, and the rhythm is everlasting.
You sigh in contentment. Youâre back in New York, back at that DJ show youâd attended with Jungkook. Itâs his hands you imagine on your hips, his breath that you breathe in, his sweaty forehead that rests against yours.
Itâs him. Because itâll always be him.
He kisses you, and you kiss him back, hands grabbing at his shirt. He kisses you all wrong - the lack of piercings a stark contrast to your usual.
It hurts. It hurts, and the hole in your chest gapes open wide.
You pull away from the kiss, eyes snapping open to see Lucasâs startled face. His eyes are brown, but theyâre not Jungkookâs shade. And he doesnât have that small scar on his left cheek, or the eyebrow piercing. He doesnât have the mole under his mouth, or the doe eyes that you fell in love with.
âShit,â you let out.
âDid I do something I shouldnât?â Lucas asks, and he lets go of you immediately, as if you burn him.
âNo,â you reassure him, yet panic is swelling in you, like the tide when the moon is high. âI justâŠâ You shake your head, letting out a sound you know to be a broken sob. âJust got out of a relationship.â
âBabe,â Ria says from behind you, stepping in between you and Lucas. âEverything okay?â
âI want to go home,â you tell her.
She doesnât know that you mean to him. She canât know - you canât even allow yourself to think so. Yet you canât help it, the alcohol inhibiting the control you had on your emotions until youâre crying on the dancefloor, just a heartbroken twenty-something who might have flown too close to the sun.
âPlease,â you add when she doesnât react, just looks at your tears like they are foreign entities.
But then she snaps out of her drunken daze, and she pulls you away from the dancefloor, away from the reminders of Jungkook. She helps you get your coat while you sniffle to the side, your eyes red-rimmed. And then she helps you get into the Uber home, holding your hand all the way.
She walks you up to your apartment, but the second youâre inside Jungkook is everywhere, and you need the loneliness. You need to be alone, you need to be able to indulge one last time. So you reassure her, tell her that youâll be fine, that you can hang out tomorrow, and then you push her out the door.
It takes you thirty minutes to shower and take your makeup off, and another five minutes trying to convince yourself that you should sleep in your bed.
You lose the fight, and you fall asleep in Jungkookâs bed, crying softly as his scent wraps around you like the embrace of a ghost gone too soon.
Tuesday, May 7thÂ
Youâve slept in Jungkookâs bed every day since Saturday, chasing him like you used to chase cars around his head. This morning, when you woke up, you made the bed, took one last look into this part of your life and then closed the door behind you like youâll ever forget the hours you spent tangled up with him, fast asleep or losing yourself in him.
Heâs coming back today. Taehyung is coming back today, and though youâd once wished for Taeâs return, now youâre dreading it. You donât want to see him, donât want to see Jungkook, or Jimin, or Sera, or even Ariane.Â
You want to rewind time to the week before Jungkook left, but life doesnât work that way, does it?
You finish work late, a while after theyâve returned from their trip. And maybe you sit in the car for a long time also, dreading the moment youâll have to go in.
[2:39 pm] brötherđœ: just landed [3:47 pm] brötherđœ: it was a shitshow but weâre home [3:48 pm] brötherđœ: ari is going to stay at ours for a few days [3:48 pm] brötherđœ: weâre planning dinner? are tacos ok [4:31 pm] brötherđœ: yeah so itâll be tacos
You havenât replied to any of the texts. You want to tell him that youâre good, that youâll spend the evening locked up in your room anyway, but you canât bring yourself to do so. In some twisted way, you want to see Jungkook, want to see if this is affecting him the same way that itâs affecting you.
You reckon that might make you a bad person.
You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest. A car passes in the street, its headlights illuminating you for a few seconds before itâs gone, the dim neon light of the streetlights returning.Â
Youâre aware you canât stay here forever. You have to go home, have to walk up the stairs and see Jungkook again. And so you take a deep breath, close your eyes for a few seconds so that you can steel yourself, and then you throw the car door open.
You canât stop, canât slow down. So you practically jog up the stairs after youâve slammed the car door shut, locking it over your shoulder. And then you burst into the apartment, hands trembling as you still there to notice Taehyung and Ariane in the living room, lounging on the couch.
Jungkookâs bedroom door is closed, and youâre not sure if itâs a relief.
âY/n!â Taehyung bursts, and he gets up from the couch to jog to you, immediately engulfing you in a bear hug.
You hug him back, fists closing around handfuls of his shirt, and you hide your face in his shoulder so that he canât see the tears pricking at your eyes.
âTae,â you whisper back. âHow have you been?â
âGood,â he answers. âHappy to be back though.â
He pulls away, grabbing your purse from your hand so that he can drop it on the table by the door. You busy yourself with taking off your shoes, feeling shy under Arianeâs watchful gaze. She smiles at you when you look her way, and you smile back, offering her a small, polite nod. She gets up from the couch, walking your way so that Taehyung can properly introduce you.
Sheâs nice. Sheâs a warm person, and you feel the kindness oozing from her after just a few sentences exchanged. You know youâll like her, and youâre relieved Taehyung finally found someone to make him forget his ex from high school.
As Ariane insists on cooking tacos for you all, you think sheâs far better than Taehyungâs ex anyway. You do feel bad that sheâs cooking at your apartment, but she says she loves cooking, and that you should just enjoy your brotherâs return for now.
As she cooks, you and Taehyung sit at the table, telling each other stories from the last few months. Evidently you avoid mentioning Jungkook, instead focusing on what was going on in your friend group. Taehyung pulls Ariane into the conversation once in a while, and she admits she chose to do a semester in Paris because her grandfather was French, and heâs the one who chose her name.
Itâs a comfortable conversation, a moment that almost makes you forget that Jungkook is hiding in his room, doing whatever it is that heâs doing. Thinking about him makes your heart strain in your chest, and you mindlessly massage the spot, as if that might chase the ache away.
What does help is when you decide to get up to actually help Ariane, and you take care of setting the table and preparing the lettuce. It busies your mind a little, and though youâre still speaking with Ariane and Taehyung, you manage not to let your thoughts wander back to a certain doe-eyed man.
Youâre sitting down to eat when Taehyung finally mentions the elephant in the room, saying, âShould we ask JK if he wants anything?â
Ariane chuckles. âFeel free if you want to deal with him.â
You hope they donât hear you gulp, and you innocently say, âWhatâs wrong with him?â
âHeâs been weird for a few days,â Taehyung answers. âHeâs been short with everyone, and he refuses to talk when we ask him whatâs wrong.â Taehyung pauses, furrowing his brow. âWhy?â
You shrug. âJust wondering.â
Can he hear your heart beating out of your chest? You definitely can, and itâs pumping in your ears, making you feel dizzy.
The knowledge that Jungkook hasnât been doing well hurts far more than you expected it would. Itâs like you just got stabbed right in the heart, and youâre bleeding out where youâre sitting at the table, on Taehyungâs left.
You avert your gaze, looking at the bowls on the table, eyes focusing on the steam rising from the cooked ground beef. You act like you donât care - you grab a taco shell, and immediately start to prepare your meal, while a strange silence stretches.Â
Itâs uncomfortable, awkward, and Taehyung flees by getting up and heading to Jungkookâs room. You hear him knocking on the door, and you canât help but strain your ears as you try to hear what theyâre saying.
âYou hungry?â Taehyung says after youâve heard the door opening.
âNot really,â Jungkook replies, and hearing his voice is shattering, wrecking, like the car you were riding just smashed into a wall at full speed.
Your eyes fill with tears, which you furiously blink away hoping that Ariane doesnât notice. Sheâs luckily looking towards the hallway though, and you successfully clear your gaze before she turns again.
âI think heâs upset because of Gaby,â she comments as she starts making her own taco. âHe started being like this when she stopped hanging out with us.â
Right. Ariane is Gabrielleâs friend. Her best friend even, if what Taehyung said is true.Â
Youâre not so sure anymore if youâll be able to get along with Ariane after all.
âAh,â you flatly let out. âThat sucks.â
She shrugs her shoulders. âHeâll get over it. Gaby said heâs the one that broke up with her anyway.â
You gulp around the lump in your throat, and though your hunger has entirely vanished, you bite into the taco so that you donât have to talk.
It works, and you eat in silence as Taehyung walks back into the room, exchanging a knowing glance with Ariane. He sits back down between the two of you, and then heâs making his taco too, and though the atmosphere is awkward, you donât have to partake in any more conversation.
You force yourself to eat a second taco, knowing Taehyung would tell you off if you donât considering you usually eat at least three, if not more. Itâs sickening, and youâre on your last bite when Jungkook appears in the door frame.
Your gazes immediately meet, and everything seems to stop around you, to disappear from existence. Thereâs just you and him, and you take in his dishevelled appearance, the dark circles under his eyes and the hollowness of his gaze.
All light has gone out from his eyes, replaced by shadows and darkness you recognize far too well.
Theyâre haunting your own eyes, too.
âIâm heading home for the summer,â he tells no one in particular, though his gaze doesnât leave yours.
Like heâs trying to take everything in one last time, trying to commit you to memory like youâre doing with him right now.
Though you donât want this to be a memory. You want to remember his lips on your skin and the light in his eyes and the way heâd always hold you close. You want to remember what it felt like to be his â or to believe you were. You donât want any of the heartbreak, but it takes over everything, and your gaze drops to the table.
âWhat?â Taehyung lets out. âRight now?â
Jungkook nods. âMy father needs help with his company.â
âWe literally got home like six hours ago,â Taehyung points out. âShouldnât you get some sleep first?â
âIâm good,â Jungkook says. âItâs not that long of a drive.â
It actually is. Itâs nearly four hours, and you highly doubt Jungkookâs father asked for help. Or maybe he did. Maybe Jungkook lied about his strained relationship with his family to get you toâŠ
You stop the train of thoughts. He didnât lie. You were there, and you saw it with your own two eyes.Â
You force yourself to meet his gaze again - his eyes havenât left you. He offers you the saddest smile youâve ever seen on his lips, and his gaze fills with words unsaid. You can almost taste them on the sharp inhale of breath you take, and you want to tell him to stay.
You want to tell him that youâre in love with him. But itâs too little too late, and so you swallow the confession, shove it down until you can forget its existence.
He nods, like he knows then that you truly are over, and then he says, âIâll see you guys soon.â
You watch him go - your heart goes with him, and you feel like youâll cave in on the emptiness in your chest.Â
Taehyung follows him to the door, leaving you alone with Ariane. This time, she doesnât miss the agony on your features, and she asks, âAre you okay?â
You sit back in your chair, nodding once, yet you answer, âI donât know, I feel sick.â
She offers you a kind smile. âYou donât need to eat anymore,â she reassures you. âYouâve worked all day, maybe you just need some rest.â
âMaybe,â you repeat flatly. âLet me just clean up the table.â
She stops you with a hand on your wrist. âTaeâs not done, Iâll get him to take care of it. Just go to bed.â
You nod curtly, and you hope she doesnât see the silver lining your gaze, threatening to spill over. You do put your plate away in the sink, to be washed later, and then you head to your bedroom, seeking the cool reprieve of your own safe haven.
You canât help yourself, glancing towards the door as you leave the kitchen. Jungkook is already outside, and Taehyung is speaking with him leaning against the door frame. You think itâs a relief you canât see Jungkook from here - youâd probably have broken down right then and there, and you doubt you would have survived the embarrassment.Â
You lean against the door of your bedroom once youâre finally in, and you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. When Jungkookâs pained features appear behind your eyelids, you immediately open your eyes again.
Thereâs a box on your bed, next to a folded piece of paper. Curiosity replaces the agony in your chest momentarilyâŠ
Until you see your name on the folded piece of paper, and realize what this is.
Tears fill your eyes so quickly this time around that you canât stop them, and they fall freely on your cheeks as you take a wobbly step forward.Â
Heâs left you a letter. And the box is clearly a jewelry box - thereâs something so strange about the sight that it breaks your heart all over again, until the throbbing in your chest is so stark you barely can feel the paper as your hands reach for it, unfolding it carefully.
Your vision is blurry behind your tears, and as you see heâs written lines and lines of words for you, you let out a broken sob as you sit on your bed.Â
It takes you five minutes before youâre actually able to read, and you read it so many times you think you know the letter by heart.
Hey peach, I know you asked me not to call you that. I promise this is the last time, and Iâll never bother you with that name again. I just didnât know how to start this letter⊠I hope youâve been doing okay. The last few days have been shit for me, and I feel really fucking guilty for everything. I wish itâd never happened, I wish Iâd come home to you so that we could tell Taehyung about us⊠but as you said, there is no us anymore. Thank you for the few months we spent together. You taught me a lot about myself, and I really enjoyed spending time with you. Iâll look back fondly on the memories I have of us. I really want to apologize. For everything that I did. I wish Iâd never gone to Paris. Iâm sorry that I left, and that I let old promises to Gabrielle ruin what was between us. Iâm sorry I wasnât more upfront about how I felt for you too. It was all just so new to me, and I thought we had a long while ahead of us to figure everything out⊠Iâm sorry that I was wrong. I donât expect this letter to change anything. I just wanted to let you know how I feel, and I donât think I would be able to speak to you face to face. Maybe that makes me a coward, but it is what it is. I got you a gift in Paris, before things went to hell. I couldnât bring myself to return it or keep it, so I hope you enjoy it. You donât have to keep it either, I just wanted you to still have it. Finally, I hope you have a nice summer. I hope you have fun, and I hope you find someone that treats you the way that you deserve. Someone Taehyung would approve of hopefully! You deserve it more than you can imagine. Take care, Jungkook
Your gaze is blurry behind the tears again, yet you manage to blink them away. You think, maybe youâve run out of tears. Maybe youâll go dry and desiccated like you died in the desert, and you think, maybe you deserve it.
Youâve never received a love letter. And though Jungkook didnât confess, you feel like perhaps youâre holding his heart in your hands like heâs holding yours in his. Perhaps he did care for you, perhaps Gabrielle really was just a momentary mistake.
You take a deep breath in, and though itâs shaky, it does ease some ache in your heart. Not everything - the hole is still gaping wide open, and you reckon only time can fix it.
You put the letter down, picking up the jewelry box instead. Your hands are still trembling, yet you manage to open it to reveal a thin, shiny gold chain. The pendant that sits on the velvety cushion breaks you all over again, yet you donât hesitate before putting it on.
Your fingers, suddenly steady, secure the necklace around your neck, and then your hand falls to the pendant.Â
The peach sits light in your palm, a reminder of what your relationship with Jungkook should have been.
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ëëč / NABI â [preview].
SYNOPSIS. in which youâre trying your damned best to willfully ignore your feelings for your friend of over twenty years, butïżœïżœ as alwaysâ life seems to have a different plan paved out for you.
PAIRING. choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRE. childhood friends to not quite friends (derogatory) to not quite friends (endearment) to lovers, romance, humor, hurt/comfort but more on comfort, coming of age, slowburn, college! au, âitâs always been youâ trope, pining, tons of denial, beomgyu is the only man ever, featuring a large ensemble of idols from various groups. WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of sex, hospital scare, ghosting, rumors as a plot device, what may be considered as bullying, mc refuses to monologue about her feelings, the works. WORD COUNT. preview: 1.2k words | full fic: est. 30k.
RELEASE DATE. end of may or within the month of june. TAGLIST. send an ask/dm/reply to be added.
NOTE. this is a sequel to ëȘšêž° / MOGI. remember when i said i wasnât planning on writing a part two to this? haha, remember? well, this might be my best work yet gosh darn, life works in mysterious ways! i poured my entire fucking soul into this!Â
something iâd like to mention is that iâve already planned out this entire sequel before beomgyuâs sukidakara cover came out, before i revisited his other two covers. the timing was crazy because thereâs three major arcs to this ficâ and somehow, all three songs fit the themes. really really well i started crying at some point HAHAHAHAHHA. thereâs so much i want to say about this story, but iâll bite my tongue until its release. enjoy!
preview under the cut.
YOU STILL DONâT LIKE CHOI BEOMGYU. Ever since you and he reconciled and publicly became friends again, your life has never known quietâ all thanks to the countless insects constantly buzzing around him, and by consequence around you, every damn day. And itâs not like you can keep avoiding him. Choi Beomgyu has made the executive decision to take advantage of the guilt youâve been feeling, so for the past month, youâve been a slave to his whims.Â
Responding to 3AM ice cream runs even though youâre swamped with assignments. Going to parties hosted by people you donât know the fucking names of because he keeps calling you a boring loser. And, the cherry on top, having to deal with Lee Heeseungâs even more annoying presence, just like how youâd predicted heâd behave if he ever finds out you and Beomgyu are friends.
Which he did. Much to your despair and agony.
âBeomgyu, your girlfriendâs here to see you.â
Case in point. You spare him nothing but an eye roll when he lets you in the clubroom for the, ahem, coding club. Youâre here because Beomgyu texted you to fetch him a matcha latte and since youâre playing as his slave at the moment (and until your patience runs out), you obliged out of the kindness of your heart, only to get a truckload of teasing in return.
âOh, hey, whatâs up,â Yeonjun throws you a peace sign from their worn out sofa by the door the moment you enter. Heâs accompanied by a good number of chip bags on the cushions.
âHey,â Hanbin greets you as well when you pass by their alleged meeting table. Which, by the way, has stacks of leftover takeout containers and some empty, some half-empty plastic jugs of water. âBeomgyu is on the computer.â
âThanks,â you tell him. This clubroom is a fucking gremlin hole.
âYou know what.â Your path towards Choi Beomgyu is interrupted by Hyunjin, suddenly popping out of the half-wall separating the lounge area from the computers at the back. You jump, because what the fuck? âMy heart races everytime you come here. I still get flashbacks from the day you threatened to wreck our safe haven. I think you gave me PTSD.â
Ah, yes. That day. That was eventful. It was the first time youâve seen Choi Beomgyu cry.
âServes you right, gossip snorter,â you say. âOut of the way, I have business to deal with.â
Hyunjin indeed gets out of your way, and there he reveals a row of four computers lined up against the wall with their assigned nerds mashing on the keyboards and yelling profanities at matching game screens. You zero in on the one on the far left corner. Surprisingly, Beomgyu is relatively calm compared to the others. You tap on his shoulder. Beomgyu turns his head around.
âOh,â he says, pulling his office chair back from out of the desk with a swivel while removing the headphones from his ears and letting them rest around his neck. You notice Jeongin seated beside him, who looks up at you only for a moment only to flinch back to the screen. âYouâre here?â
No, shit. You jangle the latte in front of his face, head cocked, and he reaches out for it. But then you quickly jerk back your hand before he can snatch it from you. âNuh-uh. Pay up.â
âTch,â Beomgyu clicks his tongue and shoots you a bitter look. âHyung, can you toss me my jacket?â
Someone from behind does indeed toss him his jacket, and at that very moment as well, Heeseung decides that itâs a great time to indulge in his newly founded hobby. âHey, how about me? Why didnât you get me a drink?â He joins the already crowded crevice in the back and swings an arm around your shoulder. âYou get a boyfriend and forget all your friends. Have you forgotten that you two got together because of me? Iâm hurt, Iâm so hurt.â
Your face scrunches up. âLiterally, how many times do I have to tell you heâs not my boyfriend.â You elbow Heeseung off, eliciting another whine from him. When your eyes snap back at Beomgyu, you see that heâs preoccupied with going through wallet. You kick his chair. âSay something, dipshit.â
Beomgyu hands you a bill and exchanges it with the matcha latte. You wait for him to speak. He takes a long sip, pulls his face away from the straw with a grimace, hands back the drink to you, then says, âWhat she said.â
You look at him, drink now back in your hands.
âWhat the fuck?â
âKeep it,â he says, putting his headphones back on. âDonât you have class?â
Your jaw clenches. Fucker made you run an errand for nothing. He gives you an asshat smile of goodbye then spins his chair back to his computer. You scoff and smack the back of his head, causing his headphones to slip off. âBye.â
âHey!â
âLater,â Heeseung bids you off, and itâs followed by a chorus of goodbyes from the inhabitants of the testosterone infested, stinky gamer cave. Seriously, every time you drop by here,, you feel an ounce of your soul shriveling up and rotting away. Yeonjun very politely opens the door for you. You hear one of them yell out before you leave.
âCome over tomorrow. Hanbin hyungâs treating us to pizza!â
And with that, youâre finally free, matcha latte in hand and a desire to breathe in some fresh air. Youâre pretty sure the air is polluted in there. But still, itâs been a lot easier to breathe recently than when you two werenât on good terms.
âSaved you a seat.â
You make it to class two minutes before the schedule. Minjeong proudly taps on the seat next to her, and you take the invitation. âAs you should,â you hum, taking out your notes from your bag, and not long after Sungchan arrives and lands on the spot next to you.
Itâs the week before finals. Prof Shin starts the class and decides to fuck all of your study schedules by giving a last minute assignment due next week as well.Â
âDoes this guy want to give us depression before the summer or some shit?â Minjeong complains the moment your professor leaves the lecture hall.âI swear to god, if another prof gives us an assignment due over the break, Iâm killing myself.â
âYou two have plans over the break?â asks Sungchan, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and the three of you head out for lunch, funneling out into the hallway along with the rest of your blockmates.
âIâm going home,â says Minjeong.
âI have summer classes,â you answer..
Sungchan stops in his tracks. âYou serious?âÂ
âYup.â
âYou bet on it.â
He looks at the both of you like youâre a bunch of withering old ladies and heâs very much unimpressed. âMake some time for the last week. Iâm throwing the wildest summer rager and you two canât miss it.â
Youâre pretty sure you replied with something along the lines of an agreement, but youâre not quite sure. The thought completely slips out of your head throughout the next week because, well, finals. And before you know it, your first semester of uni comes to a close, and summer comes crashing in at full swing.
ëëč / NABI. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.
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