#netflix i am SO angry at you for releasing this at like 2am on a day when i wasn't home until 11pm!!!!!

[nataliescatorccio]

#oh they're so back THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SEASON 4: TEASER TRAILER

[guardianofjunmyeon]

I’ve Got You (part 6)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Future Smut (??)

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Warning(s): Smut next chapter;))))))

A/N Lol you guys def showed you wanted this

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21.

At 8:47 in the morning you woke up. You sat up in bed feeling like a kid who’d woken up on Christmas morning. The sun was shining; the birds were chirping. To be blunt, you were excited as fuck. For once you were excited to take on the day.

Because you were going to see Jongdae today. You’re going to see him, and you’re actually going to have fun with him. You won’t have to worry about scolding him. Worry about fixing some bullshit that he’s managed to get in to. You won’t have to worry about being professional.

Today you get to have fun, with someone who likes you and someone who you actually might kind of like back.

At 9 in the morning you were done checking your phone for emails and messages and returning the 2 calls that you missed late last night. You were a bit sad not to see anything new from Jongdae, but you got out of bed anyway and got ready for your day. You’d just message him yourself after you washed up.

At 9:25 you sent a message to him asking what time he planned on coming over. You didn’t get a response right away so you went ahead and got dressed anyway. If he just happened to show up out of nowhere you’d rather be dressed and waiting than rushing to get dressed with him at the door.

At 11:13 you sent him another message asking if he was alive. You didn’t tell him that you were beginning to get worried. Is his phone dead? Did he forget? Feeling a little put off at his lack of response you locked your phone and decided to watch a movie on Netflix.  

You felt ignored. Neglected even. A bit angry, but you weren’t going to let it ruin your day. He probably has a reason for being late, and when he gets here you’ll just make sure to tell him off. Maybe you’ll ignore him and jokingly tell him to go home because your time is money, and he blew his chance. He’d probably whine, you’d get a laugh out of it and you’d both move on.

At 5 in the evening you were beyond upset. He’d stood you up. You weren’t going to cry. You weren’t going to spam his phone with messages. You’re a grown ass woman and one guy standing you up isn’t going to make you resort to acting desperate and losing your dignity. Especially no one like Jongdae.

At 9:48 you took off all your makeup, put your pajamas back on, and fixed yourself something for dinner. You don’t know why you decided that waiting to eat was a good idea. You assumed you’d get food on your date, but since it was obviously no longer happening you realized how dumb your reasoning sounded. You wait to eat for no man. Especially no one like Jongdae.

You stabbed at your plate while watching a rerun of The Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, angrier at yourself than at Jongdae at this point. You let yourself get played. You played right in to the game, and you embarrassed yourself. You told him you liked him, god you actually admitted it and now he knows and will probably make fun of you about it for the rest of your career. You got stood up and it’s only because you said yes to the first mention of a date after like 6 years of nothing. Well…you’d had a couple of one night stands in the last few years, but they were just that. Ways to release some tension with total strangers who didn’t know anything about you or what you do.  

“Ugh!” you let your plate land on your table with a clang and cross your arms over your chest. How could you be this dumb? Actually agreeing to date him? What the fuck! You aren’t in college anymore. How’d you do something so thoughtless after getting (what you thought was serious) attention one time after moving to Seoul and taking the job at SM?

At 2am, you were still up and nursing a bowl of popcorn and a small tub of ice cream binge watching scary movies. You watch some blonde girl get decapitated by a monster when you hear your doorbell buzzing. “Coming!” you yell around a mouth full of popcorn. Wiping your buttery fingers on the grey material of your shirt, you make your way to the door and try to force down the absurd amount of popcorn you shoved in your mouth before the door buzzed. Why’d you try to eat so much? “Who is it?” comes your muffled question.

“It’s me,” the person says. Your hand stalls on the doorknob. You look out of the peephole to confirm your suspicions, and quickly put on the chain lock before opening your door just a sliver of the way.

“What are you doing here Jongdae?” seeing him makes the anger that you felt before flare once more, and it doesn’t even matter that he looks amazing in his stupid jeans and black hoodie and his stupid hair is all over his head and he just looks soft and cuddly.

He smiles apologetically at your frowning face. He knows that you’re mad at him, its apparent in his expression. He only ever looks like this when he’s really done something wrong and he knows you’re going to either curse him out or throw shit at him in your office. That being said, you’re very familiar with this expression of his. “I know you’re beyond pissed but-”

“No it’s fine,” you say bluntly. He closes his mouth with a clack and looks at you in confusion. “I knew you were joking about…all of this. I get it, you got me. I’ll admit it. I believed you for a while there. Don’t even worry about it. We can forget this whole happened and go back to shouting at one another next week like we did before. See you at work on Monday Jongdae.” You give him a weak half smile that actually hurts to fake and go to push your door closed when his hand flies through the space between the door and wall.

As tempted as you are to actually just fucking slam it on his arm, you decide against it and open your door back up. You aren’t a child, and there’s no reason the physically hurt him for this. Violence is never the answer, and you would never resort to that…although you won’t deny the thought crossed your mind. You sigh, he laughs nervously. “I have wine as an apology?”

“Was that a question or a statement?”

“Both? Whichever makes you less angry at me I guess.” You scowl to yourself and curse your apparent weak will, close your door so that you undo the lock and open the door fully.

Jongdae lets out a sigh of relief and takes a step towards you only to falter when you don’t move to let him in. You see the bottle of red wine in his hand that you know is expensive and really good because you’ve had it like twice at SM staff parties.

“You look cute,” he says biting his lip shyly while giving you a once over.

“I look like shit,” you deadpan, moving out of the way so that he can finally come in. He juts out his bottom lip while he takes off his shoes.

“You still look cute to me. I’ve never even see you in casual clothes,” you hear him mumble with that slight whine that he likes to tack onto the ends of his words. It’s like a verbal pout really. Turning your back on him to take out 2 wine glasses and your trusty wine opener you stick your tongue out and mock his words quietly.

“You still look cute to me blah blah blah,” you grab the glasses, set them down, and turn back to see him walking closer to you and setting the wine on the counter next to your sink. He takes slow steps towards you and eyes your crossed arms, or maybe he’s looking at your tits. You don’t know for sure, but you do remember that you aren’t wearing a bra. The idea of properly covering your chest passes through your mind, but he’s already seen your boobies now, so there’s really no point.

“I’m really sorry for being so late-”

“So late…”

“Okay, for basically not showing up at all. I’m sorry. We had an emergency schedule and it ran way too long, and I meant to tell you but my phone died early this morning. I completely forgot to charge it last night. I’m an idiot…”

He pauses and looks at you as if waiting for you to forgive him or tell him that he’s wrong. You point to yourself and scoff. “Are you waiting for me to tell you that you aren’t an idiot? Cause if you are it’s going to be a long night.”

“Do you forgive me at least? I am really sorry.” You give him a neutral look before opening the wine and pouring some in both glasses. You grab your own and trot over to the TV. Jongdae follows and sits beside you with a hard pout on his face while he nurses his own glass. “Are you ignoring me now? I said I was sorry! Why are you doing this? You know I hate being ignored, answer me! Why are you like this?!”

You down the entire glass of wine right before standing up and jerking your head to the kitchen again. “Are you hungry? I can order something or we can eat some ramen-” you quickly close your mouth and hope he doesn’t read too far into your latter suggestion. Eat ramen? Why would you ask that when you’re both alone in your apartment? Now, he’s going to think you want to fuck him.

Well…it’s not like you don’t want to, but-

You glance at him to catch him blinking dumbly at you and you immediately know that he knows the implication and now you really want to slam your head in the microwave and push fucking start so that you can just die rather than have to stand here in this growing awkwardness.

“I uh- ha I didn’t mean like eat ramen, but like actually eating some ramen like real food not like that haha or anything,” you stutter around your words and each syllable that escapes from your mouth makes you feel like you’re slipping even farther in a hole. You are supposed to be a master or words. A verbal magician. Where are all those years of training?

He stands up and you can see the mischief dancing in his eyes even though his face is mostly blank. The corners of his mouth are lifted just slightly more than usual and the air around him is screaming with confidence at you.

Your pulse speeds up as the air around you feels heavier.  

“I didn’t mean to fuck up our first date,” he says. Is it just you or is his voice lower than usual? “But, I know how to make it up to you.” His hands find their way on your hips, and you can feel the warmth of his skin through your cotton shirt. Your skin prickles, and you glance at his lips momentarily before finding his eyes again.

God you want him to kiss you again.

“It doesn’t…have anything to do with eating ramen…does it?”

His eyebrow twitches up just a little bit the way that it sometimes does when he’s either happy or confused. “Do you…want it to?” he asks lowly. His fingers press a bit harder against your skin, your faces inch towards one another, and you feel your body throb in anticipation. His eyes are looking at you too closely, his breath brushes against your face too warmly. Finding your voice comes a little too difficult, but after swallowing the lump that’s formed in the middle of your throat you’re able to respond.

“I mean I’m not opposed to it-” he cuts off the rest your whispered confession as his mouth closes in on your own. All of your remaining reluctance vanishes along with your ability to think coherently.

All you can focus on is how nice his lips are against your own and the light taste of red wine on both of your tongues. Your hands reach up to his face to splay against his cheeks so that you can have your fingers lightly touching the edge his hair. He tugs your body closer to his so that your torso is pressed flat against his and your stomach drops in response. You can’t help the soft whimper that slips from your lips against his as desire pools between your legs.

Your calf hits the front of your sofa, and the two of you nearly topple onto your small couch. You barely stop the fall by reaching out and bracing yourself against the top of it with your arm. Chest heaving and in an awkward position, you take in the equally disheveled mess you’ve made of Jongdae.

He’s leaning over you with his own arm keeping him up. His lips reddening and shining with your lingering saliva. He groans in the back of his throat and leans his head in the crook of your neck and sighs. His added weight forces you down, and he lands sprawled out on top of you. You sink into the cough with a grunt.

Unbothered, with his breath still puffing against your neck and crushing you he mutters, “What are you doing to me?”

You laugh breathily and close your eyes to try and regather your wits and ability to breath. “I don’t know. I ask the same to myself about you,” you admit.

He pulls back and looks down at you with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. “You’re so beautiful,” he finally says.

“You’ve got a raging boner; you’d say anything to get in my pants right now.”

“You’re right,” he says with that smile that’s starting to make your stomach do flips. “But, you’re still beautiful.”

“Shut up and let’s go back to my room, I don’t want to get laid on this couch. I already can’t sit here without thinking about you kissing- I mean let’s go.” Your cheeks flame and you try to escape from his growing laughter at your accidental admission.

“You’re so bad at pretending you don’t like me,” you shove your face against his chest and groan loudly. You’re still horny and all this waiting around is about to drive you mad. You might just be fine with him fucking you on this small ass couch if this teasing is prolonged any longer.

“Can we just…go to my room? Please.”

“Ooh begging. Never thought I’d hear it from you, I’m all for this- wait wait!” he laughter stops you midway through sliding off the couch to escape. “C’mon, stop running away. I’ve got you.” He hooks his arm under your legs and hoists you up bridal style. You had no idea he was actually strong enough to pick you up. He’s got hella nice arms, but you really hadn’t thought you’d be at this point with him picking you up like you’re a quality bag of potatoes. “Let’s go. I’m not going to lie, my balls are starting to hurt and your clothes are getting more and more annoying.”