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Home Away From Home Chapter 4: Big Plans

Chapter summary:

Blaine turns industrial buildings into a leisure centre, gets into trouble but is saved by a knight in shining fashionable waistcoat.

Many thanks to my beta @hkvoyage!

You can also read this story on AO3.

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Chapter 4: Big Plans

So far, Blaine had only focussed on the hotel and had kept the industrial buildings Cooper had also bought at the back of his mind.

Clearly, the hotel was Cooper’s priority. He hadn’t even mentioned the rest.

And seeing as the hotel licence was in jeopardy, it only made sense to deal with that issue first.

Still, whenever Blaine had a spare moment, he ran the matter over in his mind, trying to find the ideal use for the abandoned factories.

Most of the ideas he came up with were better suited to a smaller property, though.

It wasn’t until Blaine met up with a few Dalton friends for coffee at the Lima Bean that he got an idea that would work.

For that, he had David to thank.

David’s elder brother was getting married (“More fool him!” said David), and David had been appointed as best man and had to organise the bachelor party.

“And now Colleen says he isn’t to have any strippers, and he isn’t to get drunk the night before the wedding. And you just know Jim is going to stick to that, he’s so whipped! But then what do I come up with that’s still FUN?”

Blaine cocked his head to the side. “Didn’t Jim room with Nick at one point? Bit of a prankster, wasn’t he?”

“Yep, that’s where Nick and Jeff learned it all,” Wes grinned.

“That was before he met Colleen and became boring,” David sighed, looking gloomy. “If that ever happens to me, get me away from that woman before I turn into a pod person, all right?”

Blaine patted him on the back. “We will, man, that’s a promise. And I may have an idea for your bachelor party.”

“All right, hit me with it.”

“I’d start with a laser-shooting session,” Blaine suggested. “Jim used to have a team he went laser-shooting with, right? Every week or every two weeks?”

“Yep, that’s right. Though I don’t think he does that anymore. Colleen won’t let him. Still, it’s a great idea. And then?”

“Does he still like escape rooms?” Blaine asked.

“Oh yeah. But we’ve done all escape room activities in the area already. I’d have to find a new place.”

“We’ll find you a new place,” Blaine promised. “And then you end the night by going bouldering, and afterwards having wings and beer at a sports bar. He can have a few beers, right? He won’t get drunk off that.”

“True, true… Thanks, man! You’ll help me find an escape room Jim hasn’t already done?”

Blaine rubbed his chin, thinking hard. “Tell you what, I’ll MAKE you a new escape room! And the rest of it, too. A bouldering hall, a laser-shooting hall, a place to chill out and have wings and beer… In those factory buildings Cooper bought in Lima. They’re certainly big enough. When’s the bachelor party supposed to be?”

“In five weeks,” David answered. “Can you do all that in five weeks?”

Blaine shrugged. “With a little help from my friends.”

David grinned and started to sing. “What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?”

They all joined in for the chorus, and then laughed.

“We’ve still got it,” Wes said.

“Yeah, we do!”

“I’ve got to go,” David said after checking his watch. “Blaine, you’ll keep me posted? And let me know if you need help.”

The other Warblers promised their help as well, and on that note, they left.

K&B

Now that Blaine knew what to do with the industrial buildings, he needed to go check them out as soon as possible, and with the escape room in mind, he contacted Nick and Jeff to come with him.

What he hadn’t counted on was Jeff’s car having trouble, so that Saturday morning, instead of getting on with things, he stood in an auto shop waiting for one of the mechanics to become available.

He hoped they wouldn’t lose too much time. If they only had five weeks, he wanted to get cracking.

His gaze swept around the place idly, and then froze.

Was that…? It couldn’t be. Could it?

His feet took him closer of their own accord, and Blaine gasped.

Was that really Inspector Hummel, working on a car with some other guy and looking like a wet dream come true in well-worn coveralls with the sleeves turned up? Would you look at those arms, yum…

As in a dream, he watched the man work for a while. He seemed to be teaching a newbie, showing him what to do and then letting him try it.

Blaine saw him slide under the car with practised ease, admiring the long lean lines of him.

He still wasn’t sure it was the inspector, though. The auto shop was called Hummel Tires and Lube, so maybe he had a brother?

Hesitantly, he asked, “Inspector Hummel?” and then winced when he heard the man thump his head into the car.

Oops. Might have waited until he’d come from under the car.

No wonder that Inspector Hummel sounded irritated when he asked Blaine what he needed.

And of course that was the exact moment Nick and Jeff turned up to make matters worse, teasing Blaine for staring at the inspector. How could he help it? The guy was gorgeous, all right?! And now Jeff’s teasing actually made the inspector grin, and wow, what a sight!

It took Blaine a while to retrieve his tongue from where he’d swallowed it, and even then, his brain was too scrambled by the sexy guy in front of him to string sentences together, so Jeff had to take over.

Slowly, Blaine’s heart rate went down again, and he became aware of Inspector Hummel talking to him. Asking him if he planned on buying more hotels. What?

Oh, right, because Jeff had mentioned the buildings they were going to look at. Better explain.

When Blaine mentioned the abandoned factories, though, Inspector Hummel frowned and told him it might be dangerous to go check out the buildings without taking reinforcements along to deal with the squatters. He suggested Puck and his brother.

Blaine fell in with the suggestion and excused himself to call Puck and ask if he was available.

Thankfully, he was, and his brother Jake too.

Once the car was fixed, all five of them headed to the industrial buildings, while Puck filled them in on the people who lived there.

“Well, the ones I know are people who don’t live by society’s rules, really. Never have. In high school, they were the Skanks. Skipped class more than they went to class. Spent their time smoking under the bleachers. You don’t want to get on their bad side. Zizes is a champion wrestler.”

When they arrived, Blaine got out the keychain Smythe had given him, but Puck just rolled his eyes and headed to a spot where the wire netting had been cut. “Through here.”

The lock on the heavy metal doors of the first building was hanging open, and all they had to do was push the doors to get in.

“Hey girls, it’s me!” Puck yelled.

Blaine glanced around. The TL lights on the ceiling didn’t all work anymore, but there was enough light to see everything. And what he saw looked amazing.

“Look, they’ve made a parkour and skate park with the old factory equipment. This is awesome! Look at those ramps and pipes!”

Jake flashed Blaine a grin, produced a skateboard from somewhere and started to do tricks on the pipes.

When Jake rejoined them, Blaine clapped him on the shoulder. “Brilliant, man! You’re so good!”

“Hey Puck,” a lazy voice drawled behind them. “Brought us some puppies to play with, I see?”

Blaine turned around and saw a pretty brunette sizing him up. She was flanked by two other girls, and a third hung back behind them.

“Hey babe,” Puck grinned. “You know Jake, right? And this is Blaine, I work with him, and his friends Jeff and Nick.”

The brunette lit a cigarette and blew the smoke into Blaine’s face. It made him cough, and she laughed.

Puck rolled his eyes at her. “Mack, be nice. Guys, meet Mack, Sheila, Ronnie and Zizes.”

The girl called Zizes came closer, scowling at Puck.

“Blaine? Isn’t that the guy from the hotel? He’s here to tell us all to leave, is he? Well, we won’t. And if he tries to make us, I’ll break him in half!”

She crossed her arms and glared at Blaine. “I can, you know. I’m a wrestler. A good one.”

Blaine grinned at her. “A champion, Puck says. Congrats!”

“So what are your plans with our home, puppy?” Mack wanted to know. Her voice had somewhat sharpened, and her eyes had narrowed to slits.

“This skate park is perfect,” Blaine told her. “Oh, and is that graffiti over there? Can I take a look?”

Mack laughed. “Be my guest. Don’t ruin any of it, though, or Matt and Kai will have your head!”

Blaine went to check out the graffiti on the walls. It wasn’t just random tags. No. Whoever had made these detailed and colourful drawings was a true artist.

“This is beautiful,” he sighed, running a finger over a portrait of a cat so lifelike it seemed on the verge of jumping out of the wall.

“It’s graffiti,” Nick shrugged.

“It’s ART, you heathen,” Blaine protested. “Put this in a gallery and millionaires will pay through the nose for it!”

“You think?” a deep voice behind him asked.

Blaine turned around and saw a muscled Black man and a wiry Asian guy.

“Yes,” Blaine answered. “If you make me a small version of that portrait on a canvas, I’ll ask Trent to get it into a gallery.”

The Asian guy chuckled. “As if Matt has money to buy fancy art supplies.”

Blaine shrugged. “Fine. I’ll get you a canvas. Or a couple of them.”

“For me too?” asked the Asian guy.

“Why not? Which of the paintings are yours?”

After a tour of all the graffiti paintings in the building, with a full explanation by the artists of what they were portraying and why, everyone came along with Puck and Blaine to go check out the rest of the buildings.

There were no beautiful graffiti paintings there, nor any factory equipment that had been given a new implementation. They were just big empty buildings, with plenty of room for any of Blaine’s plans. He saw a few mattresses and sleeping bags lying around, and looked for their owners, but Matt said, “The guys living here work during the day. They’re only here at night.”

Once they’d seen the whole property, Mack asked again, “So, what are your plans?”

So Blaine told everyone about the paradise for bachelor parties and team building events he meant to turn the buildings into.

“And in the afternoon, after school hours, the activities here can be offered to middle and high school students, free of charge. We need to train up the next generation, don’t we? And keep them out of trouble. I remember that my boxing lessons did wonders for me.”

Blaine saw Kai and Matt nod, and grinned at them.

“Your building is perfect as is, for graffiti and parkour initiations. We won’t let anyone ruin your wonderful art, obviously, but it can serve as an inspiration, and we’ll set up big plywood boards for people to practise on.”

“And you’ll throw us out to sleep out on the street again, huh?” Zizes growled at him.

Blaine shook his head. “I have an acquaintance who makes custom tiny houses on wheels. I’d have to take exact measurements, but I believe there’s room enough to put two tiny houses in your building without crowding things, each of them housing four of you, and you could live in them with a lot more comfort than you have now. Of course, if you’d rather rent a regular house somewhere, I will help you with that too.”

“Why would you do that for us?” Mack wanted to know.

“Well, I’m counting on employing you. Matt and Kai as teachers for the graffiti initiations, and maybe the parkour ones too? And you, Zizes, could give wrestling lessons. You’ll have to help me out as to what’s needed for that. I’ve only ever taken up boxing, not wrestling.”

“Colton boxes,” Kai volunteered. “He’s one of the people staying in the biggest building. And I do taekwondo.”

“Brilliant,” said Blaine.

“For parkour, you’re gonna need Ronnie here, and her boyfriend Connor.”

Blaine jotted that all down on his phone, then said, “All right, that’s a great start. Now, in the biggest building, I want to create a bouldering and sport climbing hall, ‘cause it has the highest ceilings, and I want a sports bar there as well. So I’m gonna need bartenders and instructors for the bouldering and climbing.”

Mack grinned at him. “I’ll be a bartender. You too, won’t you, Sheila?”

Sheila scowled. “I have a criminal record for vandalism and stealing. I’m sure Mr. Squeaky Clean won’t want me working here.”

“Oh yes, I do,” said Blaine. “I believe in second chances. If you want in, Sheila, you’re in.”

She gave him a piercing look, and then a sharp nod. “I’m in.”

“Good. Welcome aboard.”

Blaine then explained about the escape room and virtual reality activities he envisioned in the third building. “That’s what I brought Nick and Jeff for. They can come up with fun themes and scenarios.”

Jeff pretended to take a hat off his head and bowed.

“And in the last building, we’ll have laser shooting and maybe paintball shooting, too.”

Mack put her hands on her hips. “Won’t you need all kinds of permits and stuff? And will we really be allowed to live here? I mean… Legally?”

Blaine smiled confidently. “You leave all that to me. I’ll sort things out with the mayor. He won’t kick up a fuss about anything, I promise. I’ll call and schedule an appointment with him as soon as possible.”

K&B

If there was one thing Blaine’s parents had taught him, it was how to speak and behave like a politician.

From a young age, he’d been brought along to all sorts of official events and had learned not just how to network and schmooze, but more importantly, how to assess people in just a few minutes’ conversation so as to be able to spin the message he wanted to bring in a way that would garner their support.

Little wonder then that the meeting with the local and regional politicians ended up a resounding success.

It took Blaine less than ten minutes to get a read on Lima’s mayor.

The derelict and unused factory buildings were a thorn in his eye? Blaine would spruce them up and turn it into THE place to be for adventurous rich thirty-somethings.

Worried about the homeless, jobless, delinquents and drug addicts? Blaine would give them homes and jobs and turn them into model tax-paying citizens.

Wanting to keep youngsters from disappearing to big cities? Let’s give them all kinds of fun stuff to do outside of school hours to keep them out of trouble and to grow roots here in Lima.

By the time Blaine was done talking, the politicians were like wax in his hands, only too happy to help him in any way he liked. They promised to get him the building permits he needed, and he’d also receive subsidies for the youth programme he’d presented to them.

Having received official permission to start on the renovations already, Blaine contacted Monique to tell her about his new plans.

As he had expected, she balked at the cost of this ambitious project (“So much to buy and install! And I shudder to think of the insurance premiums you’ll have to pay!”), but she did admit that it was a great idea to entice people to come to Lima, of all places. And she applauded the initiative he’d shown in contacting the mayor and even securing subsidies.

“If you can pull this off, you’ll make money like water. But, Blaine, you’ll need a top-notch marketing team to turn Lima into a hotspot for thrill-seekers. That will cost you a packet, too. Wouldn’t it be better to focus on the hotel first?”

Then, when Blaine explained about David’s brother wanting a cool bachelor party, she hummed thoughtfully. “All Dalton alumni, I take it, the people coming to this party? That will be good advertising for your new project, if they like the activities you come up with for them. All right, sweetie, you tell me what I can do to help make this happen.”

After discussing all the practicalities with Monique, Blaine spent the rest of the day with Jeff and Nick, brainstorming about possible escape room activities.

When they’d decided on a Jungle Room, a Spooky Boarding School Room and an Escape the Mafia Room, and sketched it all out, Jeff told Blaine he wanted to go out dancing to unwind.

“There’s a gay bar here called Scandals, we can go check it out!”

Blaine tagged along with Nick and Jeff, but was far from impressed with Scandals. It looked seedy at best, and the patrons of the bar were old and unattractive.

“Good thing I’ve already got my man,” Jeff whispered, and Nick grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Let’s dance,” said Blaine.

The sooner Jeff started dancing, the sooner they’d be able to leave, right? And unlike the rest of the bar experience, the music was not a let-down. They were playing Katy Perry!

For a while, the three friends had the dance floor to themselves. Then the crowd started to migrate from the bar stools to the dance floor, and Blaine felt bodies move sinuously against his.

When he got a little too hot and uncomfortable, he nudged Jeff and Nick and told them he needed a drink. “You want something to drink too?”

Jeff shook his head. “Maybe later.”

Blaine paid the barman, installed himself on a bar stool and took a long drink from his glass.

Aaah, that’s better!

“Well, if it isn’t Baby Anderson!” a voice slurred next to him.

Blaine turned his head and saw Smythe.

Ugh, what’s he doing here?

“Looking for a hook-up, are you?” Smythe continued, bending towards Blaine and then almost falling off his bar stool.

Clearly, he’d had quite a few drinks already.

Blaine held his hands out to stop him from face-planting, but Smythe didn’t so much as notice, focused as he was on picking Blaine up.

“No need to look any further, I’m the hottest guy in this place,” Smythe boasted. “Come, I’ll show you where to go!”

Smythe made to grab Blaine, but Blaine quickly moved out of the way.

“No, thank you. My friends and I are just here to dance.”

Smythe quirked an eyebrow. “Ooooh, dancing! I’m a great dancer, let’s dance together.”

Blaine smiled politely. “I wanted a bit of a rest, really, and a drink, because I’m parched.”

“Well, then, drink up, and when you’re done, we’ll dance together.”

Smythe waggled his eyebrows, and Blaine understood that Smythe meant to dry-hump more than dance.

Ugh. I’ll take as long as I can with my drink, and I hope Jeff and Nick will arrive in the meantime and then he’ll switch to another victim.

He took a tiny sip of his drink.

“How’s the hotel, by the way?” Smythe asked, smirking. “I bet you wish your brother had never bought it, right?”

Blaine put his poker face on. “Not at all. I’m quite enjoying running it.”

Smythe looked surprised and none too pleased. “You’re still in business? I should have known those inspectors wouldn’t close the hotel down. Empty threats. Might have swung it another few years.”

Blaine struggled to hide his anger. This was clear proof that Smythe had sold the hotel to Cooper to get rid of it because he was going to lose his licence.

He didn’t reply. Let Smythe think whatever he wanted.

Come on, Jeff and Nick, get over here!

But they were lost in one another there on the dance floor. Nick had his head in the crook of Jeff’s neck, and Jeff’s hands were in the back pockets of Nick’s jeans, gently kneading. They slowly revolved, not noticing anything or anyone around them.

Blaine found himself smiling, and wishing, as always, that one day he’d have a love like that too.

“Friends of yours?” Smythe asked, following Blaine’s gaze.

Blaine sipped his drink again to avoid talking to the guy, and looked at the other dancers.

One of them moved with such effortless grace that Blaine instantly wanted to hop off his stool and join him.

And then the guy turned around, and Blaine was thunderstruck.

Inspector Hummel! Dancing with abandon, his eyes closed and a dreamy smile on his face. Wow, what a sight!

Look at those hips move!

Without even thinking about it, Blaine drained his drink and headed straight for the dance floor, drawn like a magnet by the mesmerising moves of his by now favourite inspector.

He just wanted to be closer, because this show was not to be missed.

Though he had a writhing mass of people around him, he focussed on one person only, and for a while, it seemed like they were in a bubble of their own.

The bubble snapped when Smythe’s voice broke through it. “Let’s dance, killer!”

Smythe pulled Blaine against him, plastering his front against Blaine’s back, and started to grind up on him.

Blaine pushed him away, but the sudden movement made him dizzy, and he stumbled and fell.

It took some effort to get up again, and he realised the wooziness was getting worse instead of better.

What was the matter with him? He’d only drunk one light beer, and he’d eaten a filling meal before he came to the bar, so why did he feel like he’d been binge-drinking?

“Hey… Are you okay, man?” a kindly voice asked.

Blaine looked up at the man and woah, that made his head whirl again, and his vision got kind of blurry.

“He’ll be fine once he gets some fresh air,” Smythe said. “Come on, let’s get you outside.”

Blaine felt himself being tugged away, but the air didn’t become fresher. Quite on the contrary. With every dragging step he took, the smell of urine became stronger.

And then their progress halted, and Blaine sagged against the wall, his eyes drooping, wincing at loud voices close to him that hurt his head. He felt nauseous. Why did he feel so sick off just one beer?

There was a loud crack and a bang, and then all was quiet again.

Not for long, though.

An insistent whisper made Blaine struggle to open his eyes and focus.

Pretty eyes. Such pretty eyes. Blue and grey and green and gold, swirling, swirling, swirling… What was that? Jeff? Jeff wanted to dance. Why didn’t I stay with him and Nick? Yes, yes. Take me to Jeff.

He felt a hand slip into his, and again he was being led somewhere, but this time, he didn’t feel the slightest apprehension, only blind trust and a sense of rightness. As if this was a hand that had always been meant to hold his.

The place he was taken to now was hot and noisy and crowded. Loud beats throbbed through the air, and Blaine felt his head pound to the rhythm.

He felt the comforting hand slip from his and let out a squeak of protest –

No, don’t leave me, stay with me so I feel safe

– but then, though his view was blurred, he saw a tuft of blonde hair and he heard Jeff’s voice, and he knew everything would be okay.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine prompt reverse bang #enemies to lovers #artist: justgleekout

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weaselle · 2 years

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thoughts on a theme on a scene on a dialogue too fast!

to write it is to halt its flow, sitting here with a blank document open i’m overwhelmed by a three-trilogy, nine book series worth of socio-economic /socio-political explorations set in a sci-fi fantasy crossover universe. Like, i’d have to commit to writing at least two hours a day most days of the week to .. hm, actually.

OH MY GOD I’M ALREADY BORED OF IT

now i want to sculpt the bone creatures my grandmother haunts me about

what i really want is like, the mad-scientist’s-lab version of a creative space

with like paints and clay and 3D printers and tools and musical instruments and recording booths and microphones and cameras and computers and a stage and circus gear and props and costumes and a green-screen room, a big kitchen and a workshop.

Like, a really nice gym but for creativity instead of fitness.

Because if i had access to that (and a budget of some kind) i could jump in and stay in, just do it as i feel it, wake up like:

“i want... toys, i want to film like dinosaurs and cars in a pre-history to far-future City of Alltimes we make as a setting for some stop-motion shit. Okay we’ve done some of that i want to make a song, hold on, let me write lyrics to a song about that, cool, okay now let’s pick a vibe to build on and get some music going, this is going to become a music video featuring the dinosaur and car stuff we were doing, I think it’s going to be an awesome part of the choose your own adventure video tree i just thought of...”

oh yeah, “we were doing”, because in my fantasies about this it’s always with a group or a team of some kind

The dream is, we all wake up and have a nice breakfast and morning time, some of us eating together, some doing quiet solitary dawn greeting or whatever; anything each person likes (ideally there’s, like, a sauna and hot tub and viewing lounge with a nice view and a coffee station. Hey, if i’m dreaming, might a well dream big)

And then after our morning routines, we congregate in the creation lab

First I ask if there is anything the group wants to do, like if people sort of “song? anybody feel like songs” “how about a cooking video?” “i kind of want to do something in the workshop today” “yeah, let’s build something” “that sounds nice let’s do things with tools” “yeah building stuff”

okay so it sounds like a lot of us want to build something in the shop, let’s do that, any ideas on what we should build

Or maybe someone has a specific thing they have an idea for, a mural or something, and everybody else gets hype about it.

But then, for times when people were willing to create but didn’t have a specific idea, i would be there, with my ten latest greatest ideas and we could pick one to sort of let me conduct it like an orchestra meets mad-science experiment.

Anyway, the entire dream is that, but expanding the projects from purely creative to also include things like creating programs to help local homeless people, and looking at school charters and social messaging and local political projects that could help the next generation get the education they will actually need to accomplish what humans need to get done for ourselves sooner rather than later, in terms of turning climate collapse and politico-economic corruption into global peace and world-wide sustainable prosperity.

And maybe running a couple home businesses to fund it all.

So just, a tight crew, facilities, a budget, and getting up every day and making something happen that we want to happen, because no matter what that thing is, it’s going to happen faster and bigger and better with a highly-cooperative group than with individuals.

and that’s how i want to live.

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jj-one · 3 months

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𝑪𝑹𝑨𝒁𝒀, 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑷𝑰𝑫, 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 🗝️ ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

PT 2.

The model life has never crossed your mind but the moment Jungkook laid his eyes on you he knew you were perfect. He was willing to go great lengths to get you on board, even developing a connection with you that could ultimately lead to one of you getting hurt.

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ modeling scout!jungkook ˒˓ model!f!reader ˒˓ strangers to enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers again (it's a rollercoaster of emotions fr), jk is in his early 30's and reader is early 20's genre/tags. smut, angst, (some fluff ig), very slow burn, mentions of past trauma, reader lowkey has anger and attachment issues but for good reason, oc has toxic coping skills but is kinda going through it, jk and oc argue a lot, themes of alcohol and some drug usage, mentions of reader crying, unrequited love (both jk and oc think they don't like each other), fingering, masturbation, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, piv, unprotected sex (noooo !!!), creampie, spitting, choking, rough sex, daddy kink tehe, infidelity words. 17.2k+

i wrote this fic almost a year ago so i rewrote a lot of parts to improve the story ! part 2 will be posted in a few days (it’s already done just need some improvements as well) <3

**old repost from my deleted blog (05/02/23)

You can tell it was going to be a long day today. Things just weren’t going your way this morning, your hair wasn’t cooperating with you, you got a giant coffee stain on your work shirt, and now your best friend cancels on you. Reading her text, you couldn’t help but let out a scoff at her lame excuse this time—

‘I’m so sorry y/n but I won’t be able to go out tonight, been getting swamped with so much work!!’

Sigh, yet again she cancels on you, it never fails. You love your best friend Sakura dearly but she can be extremely flaky. You let so much shit slide when it comes to her but if someone else dared to do the same thing you wouldn’t hesitate to cut them off in a heartbeat. Sakura has always been your day 1, she stuck by your side when you had literally no one. In elementary school the kids were vicious, they’d pick on anyone who was remotely different and you were an easy target for them since you were considered the “loner kid”. Sakura defended you when she saw a group of three girls trying to gang up on you and told them all to go kindly fuck off. After that moment, you and Sakura were conjoined by the hip— until you weren’t anymore.

You finally reply to Sakura’s text just saying it was okay and that you guys can go out another time. Now you had to figure out what you wanted to do tonight after getting off work… The original plan was to go to a nightclub with Sakura but since that idea is scrapped you think of other friends you could talk to. Texting a couple friends, you ask what they’re all up to tonight, hoping that at least one person is willing to go out with you. One of your friends, Mina, texted you almost straight away, she was down to go out so you both end up coordinating plans. You couldn’t wait for your shift to be over and to clock out of work, it was such a slow day at the store so you kept pulling your phone out to pass the time. The rustling sound of wind chimes bellow through the front entrance as you see a distant figure disappear off into the aisles. You put your phone away so that you can pay attention to the customer who came inside, waiting for any little interaction to free you from your boredom.

Resting your arm on the counter, you scan around the store to check where the customer had went. It was super dead inside the place but you couldn’t see where they might’ve gone. Looking from the corner of your eye, you see someone approach you from seemingly out of nowhere— leaving you in a state of bewilderment as you saw the man in front of you. It legitimately felt as if you were hallucinating for a second; this man was your ideal type from head to toe. His tall stature easily towered over yours, midnight black strands covered his eyes a bit, and the heavy amount of colorful ink adorning his arm was a huge turn on for you. You were practically fucking the man with your eyes and totally didn’t notice a thing he was saying to you.

“So, what do you say huh?” The man asks with an enthusiastic look, awaiting your prompt response.

You snap out of your trance and come back to earth once again. Now realizing that you have no idea what this man was asking you and feeling embarrassed that you’ll have to ask again.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t quite get you the first time,” you told him sincerely, hoping he wouldn’t be too frustrated with you.

He chuckles, “There’s no one else around, how could you not have heard me?” Clearing his throat some more before continuing, “I was asking if you’ve ever done modeling before.”

You look at the mysterious man confused, you’ve never done an ounce of modeling before so you tell him you haven’t. He looks surprised by this but doesn’t get discouraged by it, “Well, you have the perfect face for modeling, you have a unique look and it’s perfect for my new campaign shoot, would you be interested?”

You ponder with the idea in your head for a bit, could this man actually be serious right now? Honestly, you couldn’t believe someone as pretty as him would even notice you, yet and so willing to scout you to model while you’re working. You decide to ask him more about modeling and what his campaign is all about, his face lit up immediately hearing you show the slightest bit of interest.

“It’s going to be my biggest campaign yet, I work with high-end fashion brands and top designers from all over the world,” He goes on, “I run my own modeling agency so whenever I see someone with a unique look such as you, I have to say something.”

You could feel your face burning hotter from his flattering compliment, getting a slight ego boost by all this. You think about this whole modeling thing, would it really be for you? You’ve never tried it so it doesn’t hurt to at least experience it. You aren’t exactly confident that you’ll be a good model but he seems serious about his line of work and it feels like you can trust him already.

“You never answered my question yet, are you in or out?” He asks, interrupting your deep line of thought.

It was hard not to keep zoning out during the conversation, as much you wanted to take him up on his offer you were far too busy with work and already dealing with enough in your life. You had a lot on your plate at the moment, your current living situation is a bit up in the air right now since you’re struggling to pay rent. You asked your landlord to give you an extension for your half since your job has been giving you less hours lately, your money troubles have been putting a strain on your life since you got this new apartment. The man could tell you were having some reluctant thoughts on this whole thing so he did his best to sweeten the deal for you.

“Look, I know this is super random but just give it a try? You have the exact look that I need for this campaign and I’ll pay you really well,” He further explains. “Not to brag or anything but I take good care of all my models, I’d never let them struggle especially someone like you.”

That was pretty much all it took for you to consider it, telling him that you’ll think about it and you’ve never had any prior kind of experience with this, he assures you that everything will be just fine. Hearing the soft melody of wind chimes coming from the door again, you finally see a new customer walk in as they browse around. The man who was still standing in front of you now has a huge grin etched on his face as he thanks you for considering to model for him. He tells you how much you won’t regret it if you do it and that he’ll turn you into a ‘star’. You feel like he was exaggerating a bit with that last line but if he works with major international fashion brands and designers, there’s a chance your career could grow. Before the man leaves he asks you for a pack of Marlboros, puts a cigarette in his mouth and shoves everything else in the pockets of his jeans.

“Oh- my name’s Jeon Jungkook by the way,” He says as he brings his hand out towards you, you gave his hand a friendly shake.

“Y/n, nice to meet you.” As you both finally properly introduce yourselves, the new customer that came in was now heading towards the register. Before Jungkook gets ready to leave, he gives you his business card with his phone number on it. You held the thick card stock material in your hand and shoved it in your back pocket when the customer comes up to put their things on the counter.

“It was nice meeting you y/n, I hope to see you around.” Jungkook says as he walks out. You watch him from afar as he heads to his car, he leans on the side of it and lights the cigarette from his mouth. You watch as he takes long drags from it and blows out the smoke, he looked like one of those 70’s bad boy greasers that your mom would definitely warn you about.

“Excuse me miss is everything okay?” The customer asks. You zoned out yet again and feel embarrassed about looking at Jungkook for too long. Your mind switches back to reality now, you’re still just a normal convenience store worker at the moment but soon you could be something even more. You never saw yourself as being something special but the fact someone like Jungkook saw that quality in you made you question your abilities. Maybe you shouldn’t doubt yourself after all.

You were finally able to clock out of work and you felt utterly exhausted, barely getting any sleep last night from all the stress that’s been eating you up from the inside. You drive back home and head up the stairs of the old brownstone apartment building you live in. Once you get inside you check your mailbox and see a plethora of bills and notices that you have yet to acknowledge. It hit you at that moment that you were a starving 20-something year old who doesn’t have anything planned out for themselves, you never pictured yourself living like this. In order not to have a complete breakdown right at this very second, you take deep inhales as you try and calm your nerves, then your phone vibrates to alert that you got a new message. You check the notification and see it’s from your friend Mina, asking if you were still on for tonight. You reply telling her yes while finally heading inside your apartment. You knew you shouldn’t be going out right now but it’s the only thing that’ll get your mind off your problems. Your only way of coping is to numb the pain and just not think about it.

Walking into your apartment you hear loud music blaring from the corner of the hallway, rolling your eyes since you know it’s one of your roommates. You had three roommates and none of them were your friends, you found this place super last minute when trying to move out of your toxic parent’s house. You got into one of the worst altercations with your mom one night that it almost got physical, she got angry with you for coming home past 3 am and partied all the time with Sakura. You often rebelled when you were a teenager and your religious mother was not having it one bit. She would constantly degrade you and break you down until you felt like nothing, she was the reason you are what you are today. You broke off all contact with your mom and eventually your dad too since he enabled her abusive actions most of the time, your two most important people treated you as though you were a burden to them. You couldn’t shake the fact that your parents were so willing to kick you out of their home, their own daughter they raised and were supposed to “love”. Although you’re glad you were able to escape from your toxic parents without too many repercussions, you were now dealing with a new, different kind of stress— adulting.

You grab a snack from the pantry and head to your room, putting some headphones in to drown the noise of your roommates annoyingly loud music. You text your friend Mina to let her know that you’ll be getting ready soon and that you’ll pick her up around 10. Mina texts you that she found somewhere else to go to instead of clubbing tonight, telling you all about this ‘exclusive party’ that’s happening, you had to be on their VIP list in order to get in and Mina knew someone who was on the list. She said as long as you tell the bouncer a name they know, they’re more than likely to let you in. You weren’t too keen on this idea since it seemed a bit risky to you but Mina really wanted to go to this event. You finally oblige to her wishes and tell her you’ll be ready to come pick her up soon once you get dressed. Since you weren’t going clubbing anymore you needed to actually put some thought into your outfit for this party, you had no idea what to expect but you put on one of your most expensive dresses and pair of heels, doing a little twirl in the mirror as you check yourself out. You decided not to do too much so you opted for a natural makeup look, you always hated being the center of attention, especially when you’re around people you barely know.

Once you’re fully satisfied with your look, you grab your clutch and head out the door. You got in your car and head over to Mina’s place, as you’re driving you replay the encounter with Jungkook from earlier. It was hard to fathom all at once, still having difficulty believing someone like him would want to even scout you. You never inherently saw yourself as being “model material”, yet here you are getting asked at your normal day job to become one. It felt surreal and you weren’t sure what to think of everything. You contemplated texting Jungkook soon as you got home but what would you even say? His business card that he gave you still resided in the back pocket of your jeans when you threw them on the floor. You think to yourself that you’ll text him tomorrow, you just really needed some time to evaluate and clearly think it over.

You arrive at Mina’s and text her you’re outside waiting for her, she almost instantly comes out and see her wearing the cutest outfit. You complimented her skirt when she got into the car and she thanked you with a toothy smile. Mina gives you the address of the party and puts it in your GPS since you suck with being given directions. You began driving and turn on some music to hype yourselves up before arriving. Mina raves about how exciting this will be since she’s heard there’s going to be several high profile people attending this party.

“I heard there’s gonna be a CEO there, a couple fashion designers, and dozens of hot models will be there!” She exclaims like a boy crazy teen. You weren’t too thrilled on meeting loads of people tonight, you were just hoping that you can get drunk and just forget about all your problems.

“That’s cool I guess,” you say nonchalantly. Although you would like for a guy to swoop in and take all your worries away in a drop of a hat, you knew you probably wouldn’t get that lucky tonight.

As you turn the corner and head down the street where the party’s at, you notice how enormous all of the houses were. Almost every single one of the houses looked like celebrity mansions; one of them even had a large in-ground pool with not one, not two, but three damn water slides. You felt severely out of place even driving through this neck of the woods, turning up slightly into a large driveway with a bunch of other vehicles parked. You stop the car and examine the home in front of you, it could’ve been mistaken as a Victorian castle. In awe of it’s gothic architecture, pale brick walls, and pointed arches; it was venerable yet exudes such extravagance. You felt as though you’d just shifted to some other alternate universe.

Mina takes your hand in hers as she leads the way inside, you were nervous and still unsure if you’d be able to get in or not. Mina walks up to the bouncer in front of the door confidently, he was wearing sunglasses and a black tuxedo, looking like one of those stereotypical bouncer douchebags.

“Name?” The bouncer asks patronizingly, something in your gut can already tell this guy was going to be a major asshole.

“My name’s Mina, I’m not on the list but I’m close friends with Kai and he’s already in there waiting for me!” She explains as she looks around to get a peek who’s inside.

“Alright, you’re free to go.” The bouncer says, opening the door for entry inside. You couldn’t believe it actually worked. Mina walks in front of you and steps inside, she turns around to face you but as you step towards the door the bouncer blocks you from taking any further step.

“Sorry I’m only letting her in.”

You were beyond pissed now, not only were you the one that drove all the way here but you were the one that didn’t even want to come to this dumb party! You scoff as you look in his direction, “Why am I not allowed in? I’m with her!” You exclaim, trying to push past him but he grabs your arm in the process.

“Do you know anyone?” He was speaking to you in the utmost condescending way, you were about to give this jerk a real piece of your mind.

“Listen asshole, how about you shove that ugly smirk off your face before I give you a reason to be angry? This party looks fucking whack anyway,” you express in sheer disgust, “also, get your filthy hands off of me!” You swat his hand away from your arm as you take a step back from him.

Mina was watching this whole encounter but had no idea what to do or say, at this point you didn’t even care about being here anymore. Mina tries one more time to plead with the bouncer but he wasn’t having it, you were just so frustrated that you decide to head back home. Mina shouts after you to come back but you refuse to listen, that douche made up his mind and he wasn’t changing it for anyone. As you walk down the huge driveway, your car was all the way down towards the end and you see another car pull up. You notice that car looked awfully familiar as it wasn’t a car you saw everyday— an Audi convertible sporting a dark blue color. Looking to see who gets out of the car, it was none other than the man whom you met from earlier; Jungkook.

You were a little shocked to see him here but at the same time this was definitely somewhere he would be. You watched him the entire time— he was wearing an all black outfit with studded boots and a leather jacket, always looking so badass without even trying. You could drool all day just looking at his fine self. He mystified you in so many ways, you knew nothing of this guy but he looked influential. He definitely looked like someone you’d want to be connected with in your life, his aura oozed wealth and prestige. As you watch Jungkook from the other side of the driveway, you see another figure running towards you.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Was all you heard, your friend Mina kept shouting as she came towards you sprinting, “oh thank God you didn’t leave yet.” She says coming up to you with glossy eyes.

“I talked to my friend Kai and he said they’ll let you in now, the bouncer was just being a jerk for no reason I’m sorry about that,” she looks at you with pleading eyes for you to change your mind but it’s already been made up. This whole day has been nothing but shit for you and you were highly done with everything right now.

“Thanks Mina, but I really don’t care anymore.” You bluntly reply, it’s obvious that Mina’s friend was only letting you in out of pity and he just wanted to make her happy, this was never about you to begin with.

“Please y/n, I don’t want to be here without you,” she pouts while holding onto your hand, as much as she tries to reassure you that everything will be okay you know that’s it not.

“I just really need to get out of here Mina, I’m sorry…” you attempt to pull away from her. As much as you didn’t want to go back home, you also didn’t want to be somewhere you weren’t welcomed.

“No way, is that you y/n?” You hear a man’s voice come from behind you, you knew that voice all too well. You turn around to see Jungkook now walking towards you and Mina. You felt frozen in place as you were now face to face with him again, you still couldn’t get over how good he looked.

“Oh hi again Jungkook..” you felt a little awkward right now since Mina had no idea who this was, she assumed you didn’t know anyone that would be here.

“You girls heading inside? I was just about to go in when I saw you, I wasn’t planning to be here but thought I’d stop by since a few of my colleagues texted me the address.”

“Actually we were just about to leave, that bouncer is a complete asswipe!” You express with anger, crossing your arms as you recount that shitty ordeal.

Jungkook looks at you as if you’ve gone crazy, “who Stanley? Oh he’s no one! If he tries giving you a hard time just let me talk to him.”

The fact that he called him by his name was enough for you to assume that he might actually have more authority in this situation. You huff and finally agree on going back in there, you swear if that guy says one more thing to you you’re going to end up in jail tonight.

“Don’t worry y/n, you’re in good hands now,” Jungkook brings his hand to the small of your back, your dress was backless and he came in contact with your bare skin. His minor touch sent the slightest chills down your spine as he rubs your back in an affable manner. You felt more at ease with Jungkook being here for some reason even though you just met him several hours ago. As the three of you walk up to the house, you see the bouncer again with the same smug look on his face. Not going to lie you were kind of triggered from what just happened and you were in a pretty fragile state, anything could set you off at the point. Jungkook speaks first and talks to the bouncer, Stanley. He makes a small joke with him and he chuckles a bit, this was the first time you’ve ever seen that guy show any real emotion. He lets Jungkook inside with zero hesitation and allows Mina to step in but once you try and enter he puts his arm in front again. You were about to lose your fucking mind.

“Excuse me Miss, I already talked to you before, I’m not letting you in,” he says, starting to get louder so the partygoers can hear him now. You knew he was doing this to try and embarrass you and you’ve had enough. Just as you were about to tell this guy off for the umpteenth time, Jungkook goes up to him.

“She knows me, she’s one of my models,” he tells Stanley, your eyes grew wide when he said that. You haven’t even told him if you were going to do it yet here is answering the question for you.

“Oh.. my apologies sir,” the bouncer looked visibly nervous by Jungkook now, he knew he just fucked up big time.

“Yeah, next time don’t be such a prick to my models, you’re supposed to treat them all with dignity and respect. I’ll have to tell Don about this, unacceptable.” Jungkook walks past him and he looks terrified. You laugh at how the roles switched now and you flip the bouncer off as you finally make it inside. The living room was gigantic, all of the furniture was over the top and gaudy looking, the couch was a solid gold color and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually made of real gold. You never stepped foot in a place like this, seeing everyone all dressed up, a broad mix of people that looked like they came from all different walks of life. You were so intrigued by the way everyone interacted, how they looked so elegant— so expensive.

“Sooo, you weren’t going to tell me you knew someone here y/n? You’re also a model now, what the hell? Tell me what’s going on!” Mina starts prying you with a million questions that you barely had any of the answers to.

“I- uh- actually it’s not really what you think,” you try nervously explaining, “it’s a long story, actually not really but… yeah.” God, you suck at trying to express yourself.

“Look if you wanna model that’s fine, I’ll support you 100% but that guy… are you seeing him? He was fucking gorgeous!” Her interest piques as she mentions Jungkook, of course she’d want to know more on that.

“No! I literally just met him today, it’s not like that at all-“ you attempt to say but your words are prematurely cut off.

“Today?! When’d you have time to meet a sexy man like that? Does he have any brothers? Asking for a friend..”

“He came into my job and asked me if I wanted to model for his agency...” as you kept talking about the whole modeling thing with Mina you can’t help but think about your best friend Sakura. She should’ve been the first person you told about this, she would be more than excited and happy to hear all this right now. You couldn’t wait to update her on everything that’s happened and tomorrow was right around the corner. Jungkook comes back to you and hands you a shot glass with brown liquor.

“I don’t really like dark liquor…” you say to him as you hand the glass back to him, unwilling to drink it.

He looked deeply offended by your action. “This is not just your average run-of-the-mill alcohol love, this is vintage 2004 Veuve Clicquot imported directly from France, just try it.”

You take the glass back from him and took a swig. The taste was quite delicate, it was light, airy, and went straight through you like water. You swing your head back as you drank the rest and wiped the excess liquid from the side of your mouth, admitting to him that you thought it was pretty good— he tells you he already knows but wanted you to see it for yourself. You took a couple more shots of the same liquor and it didn’t take much for you to start already feeling a little tipsy. You were now sitting on the balcony with Jungkook, your friend Mina was with Kai and she was probably going to end up leaving with him tonight. You look down from the balcony, watching cars pass by as you feel your body temperature grow hotter from all the alcohol you consumed. Turning over to look at Jungkook now, he’s seated across from you, placing a cigarette between his lips, and hovering his hand over it to block the subtle wind as he lights the end.

“You know smoking is bad for your health, right?” You giggle to yourself as you tease him, knowing he’s probably heard that a million times but you wanted to say it anyway.

“Ever heard of minding your own business?” He says after he exhales. A cloud of smoke starts to linger towards you now and you tried to stifle a cough but ultimately failed due to the lethargic odor.

“I could die from secondhand smoke y’know!” You yell, dramatically wafting it away. You’ve always hated cigarettes, both of your parents smoked and it was starting to give you flashbacks from when they’d literally smoke around you when you were a child.

“It’s not like there’s any small kids around,” he shrugs his shoulders and takes another drag from it, “you’ll be fine!”

You roll your eyes, you didn’t feel like ranting about your messed up home life when you were younger so you let it go. For some reason you don’t feel turned off by Jungkook smoking, usually that would be a huge dealbreaker for you. You change the subject with something more lighthearted, “so.. tell me more about your modeling agency.”

Jungkook finishes his cigarette, crushes it and flicks it off the railing of the balcony, “well, in a nutshell I basically scout and manage all my models, set up all their gigs, put everyone on my payroll, and always have to plan everything ahead… If things don’t go my way I get real mad.”

You knew he was somewhat a notable guy but you didn’t know he did all of this. You were impressed by the way he spoke about his line of work, how much time and effort he puts into all of it, you knew you were in good hands if you do end up working for him. Jungkook further explains the ins and outs of modeling, all the hardships he’s had to face in order to make a name for himself.

“It’s a cutthroat industry, you either take risks and show them what you’re made of or sit back in the sidelines and pray for a chance,” he says, “I’m not one of those people who waits around for what they want.”

You can tell he practices everything he preaches, he was so persistent when you weren’t sure of modeling but he made you feel more at ease about the idea, he was the perfect businessman. Whatever Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets.

As you continue talking more with him through the night, he starts asking you more personal questions. He asked if you go to school or have other hobbies you like. You tell him that you were a college drop out, you couldn’t afford to pay the tuition fees and your parents were making your life a living hell. Deciding to drink a bit more later on, you soon became so intoxicated that you were willing to overshare entirely too much with him. You were in such a fragile state that you ended up sobbing in Jungkook’s arms due to all the memories of your shitty life coming back to you, living in a real life nightmare. Jungkook held you in his embrace as you let the water works continue, you were such a mess right now but Jungkook was here to listen to your problems without you feeling any guilt about it. He pat your back and gave you a couple “there, there, it’s okay” and “it’ll be alright, just calm down” before you finally stopped yourself from sobbing so much. Your breath hitched as you feel your chest weigh heavy from all the crying you just did, you were drunk, sad, and now a little hungry for some reason..?

You bring your head up from the comfort of Jungkook’s chest and wipe your tears away quickly, “s-sorry about that, I just really needed a shoulder to cry on today…”

“It’s alright y/n, I’m here for you to make sure you’re okay,” he brushes some hair out of your face so he can look at you better, “you’re too pretty to be crying like this, a woman as beautiful as you should never have to suffer in life.”

You shook your head, “I must not be beautiful then, if I was then I wouldn’t be feeling so broken right now…”

“That’s not true, even the most gorgeous souls go through many tribulations in life, it’s what we do after those moments that are most viable. Even when you’re at your lowest, it’s those intense highs that make life worth living all over again.” Jungkook always spoke wisely, you know he’s definitely been through some shit to be able to give such good, eye-opening advice.

“You’re really wise Jungkook,” you say to him, “I aspire to be like you when I grow up.”

“Oh jeez don’t say that, you’re gonna make me feel old..”

That’s when you realize you never quite knew his age, you never thought to ask but it does seem pretty important to know.

“How old are you by the way?” You bluntly ask, you probably offended him by asking like that outright but you didn’t really care.

“Take a guess..?” He decides to play the long game and chose not to answer right away.

You hate when guys do this to you because you never know what to say incase they get salty over your answer.

“25?” Jungkook bursts out laughing at that answer, he looks at you as if you had three heads attached to your body.

“Wow, really? I’m flattered you think that, I haven’t been 25 in almost a decade,” he says with a big grin plastered on his face. You probably made his day by making that comment. You were surprised to hear him say that though, a decade? Christ, this man could possibly be old enough to be your father.

“So you’re like what, 33 or 34?” You ask.

“I’m 32,” he answers casually, “don’t be intimidated by my age love, I’ve been with many girls your age already.”

You playfully hit his arm and tell him how a comment like that was inappropriate. “You shouldn’t be talking to one of your future models that way!” Expressing in a joking manner.

He chuckles at you and sways his hand, “oh please, you’d be surprised how many girls ask to be one of my models, I’ve gotten hundreds of DM’s from all over.”

You were puzzled by how he has tons of willing models wanting to be a part of his agency yet here is hanging out with a random girl who works at a convenience store and barely paying their bills on time.

“Why do you want me then?” You blurt out. Instantly regretting the way you worded that, practically setting yourself up for the worst response.

“Huh? What do you mean?” He raises an eyebrow, “I just want you to be one of my models and nothing more, you’re a very cute girl y/n but I have other priorities to worry about.”

You felt like someone punched you in the gut, what he said actually offended you to some degree. You know you shouldn’t be upset that this man who is clearly much older than you and has way more on his plate wouldn’t give you the time of day. You rephrase yourself, “What I meant to say was why you were so desperate for me to sign with your agency in the first place,” you continue your little speech “and furthermore, I wasn’t asking for you to try and get with me I’m not one of those dumb, easy girls that you can just get into bed with!” You know you probably upset him by what you were saying but quite frankly you don’t give a flying fuck. Not even less than an hour ago were you just crying into this man’s arms and now he’s acting like somewhat of a jerk to you. What happened to what he said earlier about not making beautiful women suffer? Guess that was all a lie too.

You were so done with him at this point you get up to leave from the balcony but your limbs went pliant and your face grew flushed from all the alcohol. You try to drunkenly stumble your way from him but Jungkook held your arms in his grasp tightly.

“You’re way too drunk to be walking alone right now, those guys will tear you to shreds in there,” he warns, bringing you back down to the chair but you swat him away and tell him to stop trying to be ‘nice’ to you.

“You can cut the act now Jungkook. You’re so fucking fake, pretending to care when you never did the whole time, you’re just like everyone else!” You shout while slurring your words a bit, getting up again to leave but he grabs you yet again.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You nudge your arm away from him and try getting him off you but it isn’t working much. Jungkook was much stronger than you physically, all he had to do was pin your arms down so you couldn’t go anywhere. Since you were in a very much messy, drunken state you weren’t thinking rationally, all you wanted to do was get away from him. You were angry at the whole world right now and Jungkook was the person you wanted to take it all out on.

“Stop trying to fight with me y/n, it’s not going to work,” he says while still having your arms pinned to your sides, “I’ve dealt with bratty girls like you before, this is nothing to me.”

“You’re nothing,” you rudely spat back at him, “I never want to see you again.”

He deeply sighs, “I think you’re just very drunk right now and you’re just mad I told you straight up how I felt.”

You knew he was right but you were selfish, stubborn, and wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You’re surprised he’s even tolerating you for this long, he must not be fully done with your bratty attitude.

“I’m going home!” Was all you said, attempting to wriggle your way out of Jungkook’s tight hold but he wasn’t letting up, “what the fuck let me go already!” You were starting to grow increasingly impatient with him.

“No,” he simply says.

“No? What do you mean no? Let me fucking go you idiot!” You weren’t having any of his shenanigans, you wanted him to release you right this instant.

“Do you see yourself right now? If I let you out into the world you’ll end up setting the entire earth ablaze,” he voices with genuine worry, “I’m going to drive you home and you’re going to leave your car here, I’ll bring it to you in the morning so you’ll have it for work.”

“I thought I told you I never wanted to see your face again,” you hiss, “I mean it too.”

He rolls his eyes at your non-intimidating threat, “I’ve heard that one before many times sweetheart, they always come back in the end I promise.”

You were losing this battle by a landslide, every insult you made towards him he had a rebuttal for it, he wasn’t the type to let you just sit there and say whatever about him. You huff as you come to terms with the idea of Jungkook taking you home. You wanted so desperately to tell him off, you wanted to walk away with your pride but he would just come back ten times harder. Jungkook leads the way for you both and you hold onto his arm, you saw some people over in the corner doing lines of coke and you gasped.

“That’s typical everyday stuff in the modeling industry, get used to it babe.” He says as he walks past them, not even batting an eye. The fact he still thinks you’re going to model for him was absurd to you, you never told him a yes or no and he’s just already speaking it into existence. As you walk out and head to his car you feel the cool breeze of the night air brush against your skin, looking up as you’re still holding onto him, his eyes hung low and he looked so tired right now. You wonder what’s on his mind at the moment.

Jungkook opens his car door for you and you get inside, plopping down on the leather seat and passing out almost instantly. Jungkook stares at you for a while to make sure you were okay and still breathing, it looked as if you had dropped dead as soon as you got in. He could tell that you were just very drunk and he proceeds to drive you home while you’re asleep in the passenger side, checking up on you from time to time. You don’t remember anything that happened after you got into his car but he made sure you got home safely and was able to figure out which key was for your apartment door. He left without saying a word and just drove off into the night.

When you woke up you were so confused to find yourself tucked in bed, looking around to see if anyone else was in your room but it was vacant. You still had your dress on from last night and the hair clips you wore has now been scattered all over the bed. You check your phone to see if you had any missed texts or calls and you had a few from Sakura and Mina. Sakura texted you asking if everything was okay and if you ended up doing anything last night while Mina asked if you hooked up with the hot guy from yesterday. You answer them both as you check the time. It was 10:30 am, you were an hour and thirty minutes late for work…

You instantly jump up from your bed, brush your teeth, change into your work clothes, and get in your car. You couldn’t believe Jungkook actually remembered to bring you your car in the morning and he never told you. You were just happy you had your car, practically speeding to get to work. When you finally get to work you head inside to see a ton of customers, looking to see who was at the register, it was your manager. You knew you were about to be in deep shit for being late. Once you get yourself together in the bathroom to prepare yourself for potentially getting fired, you head over to the register.

“Where were you this morning y/n?” Your manager asks harshly.

“I had to take care of some family stuff I’m so sorry I should’ve-“

“Well communicate that with me next time! I’ve had enough of your lazy, good for nothing ass and you’re one more no-call-no-show away from getting let go!” You could tell that your manager was getting fed up with your shit. Deep down though, you didn’t really care because at the end of day it’s just a convenience store. This was not your dream job, this was nothing you wanted, you knew you deserved more in life than this mind decaying job.

“You know what? Fuck you, I’m done.” You say to your manager, storming off with the little bit of dignity you had left.

You were so over people telling you what to do, you wanted to do something for yourself for a change. Your manager tried pleading with you to change your mind but you were settled, you were done tolerating everything. Grabbing all your things and heading back home, you blasted your favorite music and just let the the road do the talking. You felt so powerful by what you just did, you don’t care if that was the only job you had because now you have a new option. You were still thinking about doing modeling and the business card was still sitting in your back pocket. You arrive back home and as you walk up the steps you see a note on your door, it was an eviction notice— addressed directly to you. The note read that if you didn’t pay your past three months worth of rent you’ll be evicted by the end of the month. You wanted to fall to your knees and sob. Just as you thought you were finally doing something good for yourself, the universe brings something else to make it even worse. You didn’t know what to do in this moment but call your best friend Sakura, you couldn’t stop crying, barely able to get a coherent sentence out.

“They’re trying to get rid of me!” You exclaim to her, “they want me homeless and out on the street, this should be illegal Kura!”

“I mean.. you haven’t been the best at paying your rent on time y/n, I think it’s time for you to take some accountability here..”

Your ears couldn’t process what you were hearing, feeling utterly dumbfounded by her comment. “Accountability? What do you know about that? You’re the least accountable person I know!”

She scoffs, “actually, that’s you y/n.”

You went quiet for a second, of all people right now talking about taking “accountability” you couldn’t believe it was her saying it. All the times you’d ask to hang out and she’d give you those lame excuses time after time, you never pressed the issue yet here she is going on and on about accountability and taking responsibility for your actions.

“You’re such a hypocrite Sakura, I feel stupid that I even bothered reaching out to you, you are absolutely no help!” You hang up on her before she could speak and go inside your apartment. You walk in and see two out of three of your roommates sitting at the dining table talking, you see them glance over at you and you wanted to ask them what they were staring at but you’ve reached your limit with confronting people. The best way to deal with anything has always been pushing it away or yelling/arguing for you, it’s how you’ve been raised to handle your emotions.

You let out a sigh as you sat on your bed, there were a million things racing through your mind right now but you had no clue how to organize it all. You wanted to resort to just throwing everything everywhere but that would only cause even more distress to you once your fit of rage is over. You look down at your floor and see those pants you wore yesterday from work and pick them up, looking in your back pockets to find the little 3.5” x 2.0” card in the right one. As you stared at Jungkook’s number on the card you skim the tiny words to see if you can find more info, that’s when you find an address on the back of the card. You weren’t sure who’s address it was but you assumed it was probably the building to his modeling agency. You contemplate back and forth in your mind if this is really something worth doing. You really didn’t have any other options, you were now jobless, completely broke, and about to be evicted by the end of the month. You knew it was now or never and you didn’t have much left to lose.

You drive to the address that was on the business card, you had no idea where you were going but you knew you were probably in the right direction when you came to a gated community. You stopped at the gate and got out the car, you weren’t sure how you were going to get in and but you were going to find a way. You look around to see if anyone was coming and you don’t see anybody, you thought of maybe climbing the gate but the top was pretty sharp and pointy so you knew that probably wasn’t the best idea. You stand around for a bit, puzzled on what your next move should be considering you never had a plan to begin with. You hear another car come up behind you towards the gate, stopping as they see you standing their way.

“Hey quit blocking the gate, I need to be let in!” The person shouts out from their car window, that’s when you came with the perfect plan. You head back to your car as normal and let the person behind you go first, once they entered the code to let them through the gate you quickly followed after. You were finally in, now all you had to do was find Jungkook. You look for the number ‘3435’ on any door you could find, finally stumbling upon the right one. The place was a residential building and didn’t look like it could be a studio but you give it a shot anyway. You ring the doorbell and wait patiently for someone to answer, after a minute passes you start to grow weary of the place. You were getting desperate now, you needed to know if Jungkook was in there. You look through the large windows trying to make out what you see but you don’t see anyone inside. You knock on the window to see if anyone would hear it, absolutely nothing. You weren’t going to give up just yet though.

You start pounding on the door, knocking ferociously as you repeatedly shout Jungkook’s name, being a total nuisance at this point. You keep pounding heavily onto the door, pleading for someone to answer, you don’t know how long you’ve been here for but it feels like forever. You were about to turn and leave but then you hear a lock click from the inside. You see who opens the door and it was none other than Jungkook. You immediately run to him and try to hug him but he takes a step back.

“Y/n… what are you doing here?” He says in almost an unnerving way. You don’t know what’s going on with him but he looked really on edge for some reason.

“I’ll do it,” you tell him “I’ll model for you.”

“I mean I’m glad to hear that but did you really have to come to my home to tell me that? How’d you even get in here?!”

“Don’t worry about, I’m now unemployed so I have all the free time to do whatever you want with me now!” You shrug off the fact that you pretty much showed up to his house unannounced, not seeing anything wrong with your odd behavior.

Jungkook smirks at that, “aw, you quit for me? That’s dedication right there.”

“I didn’t quit for you, I quit for myself.” You were quick to clarify.

“Well good, that fucking shack didn’t deserve you anyway.” You laughed at his comment, you wonder if he’s ever had to work a normal 9-5 job in his life.

“So this is where you do your business at? In the comfort of your home?” You ask him.

“No, the corporate building is at a different location and I also have 2 other studios elsewhere.”

You didn’t know he was that well off that he was able to have so many different locations of work, you were amazed at all of his achievements. You continue asking more about his job but he doesn’t seem very interested in talking about it right now. He keeps looking away at you almost as if he’s expecting something.

“Look y/n, now really isn’t a good time to be talking, I’m quite busy.” Jungkook admits while looking around at everything but you.

“Oh really? I was hoping we could talk a bit more…” you frown, looking at the ground by his dismissive attitude.

“I thought you never wanted to see my face again y/n.”

That’s when it hit you, the memories from last night came flooding back to you. Going from sobbing in Jungkook’s arms to cursing him out and belittling him all in one night. As much as you wished you had no recollection of it all, you did. You knew how immature you acted out and you needed to save face quickly.

“Look, I’m sorry Jungkook, I was drunk and didn’t mean to hurt you-“

“You didn’t hurt me at all, you were only hurting yourself by acting like a complete fool.”

You wanted to retaliate back at him but you knew you couldn’t. You knew you were the one in the wrong but admitting it was one thing.

“Can we just pretend like that never happened?” You try bargaining with him in a hopeful tone, “just let bygones be bygones.”

“Sure, I guess.” He shrugs, not really putting much energy into the conversation as you are.

“Why are you acting like this?” You start to pout and begin whining like the brat you are.

“Oh for the love God y/n, can’t you see how you act?” He breaks out of his stoic character momentarily, “you’re too hot and cold for me, it drives me insane.”

“I drive you insane?” You playfully point out his choice of words, you are the most unserious, insufferable person ever.

“Not like that…”

You were yet again offended by his little comment. Every time you think Jungkook might be into you he says something to immediately reverse it. You know he’s much older than you and he’s dealt with younger girls like you, all you girls do is give him headaches. You don’t say anything and just tell him that you’re leaving. He asks where you’re going since you don’t have a job anymore and you said were going home. Jungkook watches as you walk away and sighs heavily, closing the door once you were let out of his sight.

Your first modeling gig was today. Jungkook was thrilled to bring you on board with his team, everyone welcomed you with open arms and seemed very nice so far. Jungkook texted you the details of where the shoot will be and what to do once you got there. He took his job very serious and became a completely different person, making sure everything was in order, if it wasn’t— there’d surely be hell to pay.

“Where the hell is Yoon? She should’ve been here hours ago!” Jungkook shouts frustratedly, he was helping the photographer set up for the shoot and you were sitting in a folding chair getting your makeup done. It felt weird having someone else do your makeup and dress you up for you. You felt like a human doll, just there to sit still, look pretty, and nothing more. Your makeup artist was super sweet and kept asking you questions here and there, you’d chat with them while looking over at Jungkook from the corner of your eye. He instructs the staff to arrange the props on the set, fully immersed in his work.

“Yoon’s here boss!” One of the staff calls out to Jungkook, you can see a weight visibly lift from his shoulders as he takes a breath of relief.

“Oh thank God, I can’t believe she’d do this to me!” He leaves the studio for a second to go talk to one of his models.

You were finally done with your makeup and hair but now it was time for them to style you. You weren’t sure what they’d be putting you in since you don’t know much about designer brands. The stylist comes up to you and introduces himself, “Hi, you must be y/n, I’m Yeonjun your personal stylist!” He takes his hand out for you to shake and you grab it.

“Nice to meet you Yeonjun!” You examine his outfit and he looked so expensive from head to toe. The plaid trench coat he was wearing looked like it costs more than your lifetime, you were dealing with someone who obviously knew what they were doing.

“Let’s see what’ll look best on you,” Yeonjun rummages through the rack of clothes as he looks for the best styles, he picks out a dress that you would never see yourself wearing in real life but it was gorgeous. The dress was a light shade of pink, had lace-up corset detailing, a high-low silhouette, and was adorned with lace. You were completely in love with the dress and couldn’t take your eyes off it.

“I assume you really like this one, huh?” Yeonjun says looking at you staring at the garment.

“It’s stunning..” was all you were able to say, you don’t see things like this on the regular so you feel the fabric against your hands. You couldn’t wait to try it on and see how you looked. Yeonjun hands you the dress, a pair of lace stockings to match, and the prettiest nude kitten heels. Once you had the whole look on you stared at yourself in the mirror, you looked and felt like a beautiful princess. You almost didn’t recognize yourself for a second, you looked like an ethereal fairy on her way to a pixie meet-up.

“I love this look on you!” Yeonjun squeals with excitement, he fixes your dress a bit since it was slightly crooked and he’s a perfectionist.

You smile at him, “thank you Yeonjun, you’re the reason I look so pretty though!”

He blushes at your comment and thanks you. You were already making a friend with your new job and it felt nice meeting people that actually wanted to do something with their lives. You walk back to the set from the dressing room and see Jungkook directing one of the models for a shoot while the photographer took photos. He was just about finishing up as you walked in, he looks up and sees you walking to the set. His eyes did a double take when he looked at you, he knew you’d be a gorgeous model but seeing it right now was different for him. You were absolutely stunning in the look Yeonjun put you in and you felt super confident.

“Wow, you look beautiful y/n!” Jungkook says with the biggest smile on his face, you know he’s only being friendly but you wished he meant it in a flirty kind of way.

“Thanks Jungkook,” you timidly reply as you watch the other models get their pictures taken.

“Are you nervous?” He asks.

“A little bit, but Yeonjun was really sweet and assured me I’ll do just fine.”

He nods, “Good, Yeonjun is a great stylist, I’ve been working with him for years!”

It was now your turn to get your photos taken and you were excited yet anxious about how it’ll turn out. You stand in front of the backdrop and Jungkook begins instructing you on what to do, “move your arm like this y/n” “turn towards me” “good job!” and “pose like this” was all you kept hearing from him and the photographer. The camera flashing in your face repeatedly was giving you a headache but you bear through it. You did all kinds of poses and held the props, you had to do something called “smizing” which was basically smiling with your eyes. Jungkook was giving you modeling 101 lessons all while you were getting your photos taken.

You were having a lot of fun with the shoot, it was getting more playful towards the end and you got to jump around and play a bit on the set. Jungkook was loving your natural energy with the camera and you were easing up to it quickly, he soon didn’t even need to tell you how to pose anymore.

“Wow she’s really good,” the photographer says to Jungkook, “she’s a natural!”

“I know,” Jungkook agrees instantly “that’s why I chose her.”

You continue taking photos and Jungkook watches you in awe, as reluctant as you were about modeling you sure did a magnificent job at it.

“Okay, I think we’re good!” The photographer says, now setting the camera aside. You step away from the set and the staff goes to clean up immediately. You get your water bottle from the counter and take a swig, you didn’t realize you broke a little bit of a sweat, who knew modeling could be so hard.

“You did so well y/n, I’m very impressed by how easily you’re meshing into this industry,” Jungkook says as he comes up to you, “maybe modeling is your calling!”

“Thanks Jungkook, I really appreciate your kind words.” You faintly smile at him.

“I have to go meet some clientele in a bit but I was wondering if you’d want to go out for a drink later? Celebrate your first photoshoot?” He asks while leaning his arm on the counter, his face was so uncomfortably close to yours that he may as well just kiss you already. You wondered what it would be like to kiss Jungkook, he had really pretty lips that just looked so kissable.

“Uh y/n, you there?” He waves a hand in your face, you went full zone-out mode again.

“Shit, sorry. Yeah I’m down!” You say, snapping out of your little trance, you know he’s only inviting you in a colleague kind of way but you’re holding onto the idea of maybe it leading to something more. You never really gave much thought into being with an older guy, you always saw most of them as creepy and weird or not your type. Jungkook was the first older guy to really grab your attention though, you gravitated towards him and you wanted to be near him. You wanted him to see you the way he first did, not the girl that was crying in his arms at 2 am while ending up passing out in his car. All you have to do is get him alone and talk for a bit, which was your plan when you see him tonight.

The bills keep piling up, you don’t know what to do anymore. It’ll be 25 days until you get officially evicted and that three months rent is still nowhere to be seen. You were getting so stressed out that you drank 2 large glasses of wine and watched a sad kdrama for a bit. Sulking in your sorrows was the only way you could manage, you seemingly had no other choice. You were lying in your bed when you received a text from Jungkook asking if you were ready, you make a dash for your closet as you rush to find something to wear. You’ve been drinking and sitting around all day you completely forgot you were supposed to be getting drinks with Jungkook tonight. You scramble to put on a decent outfit and slip on your platform heels before you ran outside to go meet Jungkook who was parked outside your house.

“So sorry to keep you waiting!” You apologize while still running to the door, Jungkook opens the door for you and you thank him.

“I understand,” he says, “we’ve all been fashionably late from time to time.”

The car ride to the bar was pretty quick, it only took 6 minutes to get there but you’ve never seen this place before, yet even heard of it. The inside wasn’t too busy, there were definitely people there but it wasn’t lively like a Friday or Saturday night would be. You sit on one of the bar stools at the bar and Jungkook sits next to you.

“What do you usually like to drink?” He asks.

“I just really love wine,” you tell him, “any kind of wine is fine.”

“Wine is fine indeed,” Jungkook repeats after you, “I’ll get you some then!”

“You don’t have to buy it for me!” You try to maintain your independent façade, you were completely bluffing though as you barely had $20 to your name currently.

He only chuckles at you, “It’s okay, I don’t think you’d even be able to afford anything in here if I’m being honest.”

That crushed you a little bit but you know it’s the truth. You haven’t told Jungkook about your whole eviction situation but the fact you now don’t have a job and practically came back to him begging for one says it all. The bartender brings the wine and Jungkook hands you a glass. You take it instantly and start chugging it, you wanted nothing more than to be drunk off your ass.

“Woah y/n, slow down” he says to you cautiously, “you don’t need to be drinking like that.”

“What are you my father?” You sneer at his judgement, you don’t even know why you’d say something like that because now you’re thinking about your family issues again. This was about to become a crying in Jungkook’s arms 2.0…

“No, I wouldn’t want to be your father, just saying.”

That definitely rubbed you the wrong way. “So now you’re saying I’m a burden to my family?!” You were livid now, you wanted to take Jungkook’s drink and throw it right in his face. How dare he something like that? He has no idea what you’ve gone through.

“I didn’t mean it like that y/n, I was just saying-“

“No you’ve definitely already said enough,” you cut him off before getting up to leave, “I’m done here!”

You feel a tug to your arm, “Where the hell are you going y/n?”

“Home!”

“With what vehicle?” He asks.

“I’ll walk, I really don’t give a fuck anymore.” You walk out of the bar and don’t look back, you can hear Jungkook calling your name after you but you pretend like you don’t hear it.

“I know you can hear me calling after you y/n!”

You keep walking, you pay no mind to him as you attempt to walk down the street. You feel someone come up from behind you and pull you back.

“Let me go!” You shout as you kick your feet trying to get Jungkook off of you, he does what he did last time and pins your arms to your sides, “I said let me fucking go!”

“I’m not letting you go y/n, you’re not leaving my sight tonight.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I can handle myself!” You wiggle around with Jungkook still having a tight grip on you.

He sighs, “I know you’re a grown woman, but right now you are not acting like one.”

“I can act however I want!”

You were being very difficult for Jungkook, he thought he could handle your mood swings but it’s starting to become too much for him. He wants you to cooperate with him but it’s like any little thing he says can set you off, you were a ticking time bomb ready to blow at any minute. He kept trying to drag you to his car but you kept cursing and shouting at him. He wants to believe you’re a good person, he really does, but your actions are showing something completely different.

“Can you just stop fighting with me!” Jungkook finally raises his voice at you, you froze when you heard his stern tone for the first time.

“I’m really trying with you y/n, but you’re making this hard for me, you’re too unpredictable...”

“Oh, but I thought you’ve dealt with bratty girls like me before?” You remind him again of what he said once before, making him regret his decision.

“I have… just not to your degree.”

“I guess I’m special then,” you laugh almost maniacally, still being tied down by Jungkook, the tight hold he had on you started to loosen up.

“You’re a lot to manage for sure,” he releases you from his grip and were finally free. He asks you to get in the car and you oblige, he makes his way back to your apartment.

As you approach your home, he parks across from it and you sit with Jungkook for a bit. You wanted to apologize for your actions earlier but you don’t even think an apology will suffice. Your behavior has been truly awful towards him and you wouldn’t be surprised he never wants to work with you again. You decide to do the weirdest option you could think of.

“Would you like to come inside?” You suddenly ask him, you don’t know why you’d ask something like that considering the stunt you pulled earlier. You were completely in shock when Jungkook actually says yes to your offer. Maybe the plan you originally had for tonight could still swing into action.

As you head inside, you see the same two roommates who were looking at you this morning, now seated on the couch. They turned their heads instantly when they saw Jungkook come in, looking at you as if you’d just killed someone. Your roommates hate when you bring people over, especially men. You couldn’t care less though, there was high chances of you getting evicted from this place anyway, might as well live it up while you still can.

“Welcome to my humble abode!” You say, spreading your arms out to show off your tiny bedroom. It wasn’t much but it was a space and you are proud of it, well— were.

“This is nice,” Jungkook says as he looks around to examine the place, “I only saw it for a brief moment before but this reminds me of an apartment I had in the early 2000’s when I was just starting out.”

You adored the way Jungkook would talk about old memories, he always had such pleasant things to say about his life. You were kind of jealous of his upbringing, how happy and exciting it sounded. You wished for a childhood where you could’ve just been yourself, not a caricature of what your parents want you to be. You secretly loathed Jungkook for having it easier than you.

“I really need another drink,” you say to him as you get up to head towards the kitchen but he stops you.

“I think you should lay off the drinking for the rest of the night, you’ve had too much already.”

Usually you’d retaliate and tell him to fuck off but you don’t this time. You simply just go back to sitting on your bed. You only wanted the alcohol to numb your pain away.

“Are you okay y/n? Seriously, if you need to talk I’m here for you.” His concern grew for you even more, letting it be known that you can rely on him for anything.

You feel the tears starting to arise now, all your melancholic thoughts pushed back in your mind became clear as day. You bring your legs up to your chest and hug yourself tight trying to comfort yourself.

“I just- I’m just dealing with a lot of stuff right now..” your voice became shakier as you spoke, unable to face him.

“What’s been going on? Tell me, I’m here for a reason, it’s not good to bottle it up and go through these things alone.” Jungkook has his hand rested on your knee, rubbing it gently as you start crying with your head in your hands. You hate when people see you like this and the fact Jungkook saw you cry twice was enough for you to never wanna show your face again. You weren’t sure what to even say, do you tell him about you and your best friend’s rocky relationship? Do you bring up your money troubles? Your fucked up childhood? The eviction notice on your door? Your mind begun spiraling.

You end up going on a ramble, a full blown rant of everything. You told him all the shitty things you’ve been through, how you were struggling, and even how you were going to be without a home soon. It felt good to let everything out but at the same time you feel worse for telling someone who’s basically still a stranger to you, your whole life story.

“Wow… that was a lot y/n,” Jungkook says trying to digest everything you just told him. You wipe your tears and finally show your face, your eyes were probably bloodshot but you didn’t care.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that,” he places his hand delicately on your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye. “You have me now y/n, I’m not going to let you go homeless, I’ll stick by your side.”

You smiled at his sweet comment, he sounded so sincere saying it, you truly believe he wouldn’t let that happen to you.

“Thank you Jungkook.” You reach out to give him a hug, he embraces you with open arms and gives you a tight, long hug back. You felt so safe with him and he’s never shown malicious intentions, if anything he’s put up with you for this long so that should already be saying something.

You ponder a thought in your head as you think about the idea of kissing Jungkook again, you know you’re probably making a big mistake by doing this but you were willing to give it a try anyway.

“Jungkook, can I kiss you?” You ask shyly, saying it in the softest, lowest tone. You’re usually straightforward with what you want but he was so inconsistent with the way he talked to you. One moment you think he wants you and the next you feel as though you just got friend-zoned to oblivion.

Jungkook looks visibly taken aback by your question, “I mean… yeah I’d love to.”

You were now even more taken aback than he was, he said yes??

You wasted no time to lean in and press your lips against his. Jungkook kisses you back tentatively, his hand now placed on the side of your face, stroking it gently. The aroma of his expensive cologne fills you with a deeper craving, making you feel dizzy as you continue kissing. Jungkook’s tongue presses against your lower lip as he asks for entry, you part your lips to let him explore you further. The warmth of his tongue leaves fuzzy feelings inside as he a kisses you more hungrily. His lips felt so soft, they were exactly how you’d expected them to be but better. His pillowy lips aligned perfectly against yours, tangling your fingers through his hair and moaning ever so slightly into his mouth.

This must’ve awakened something primal in him because once he heard that he kisses you with more aggression, feeling every ounce of burning passion. His fingertips went traveling down your leg as he exchanges his saliva for yours. It was messy, but addicting. You could feel the fireworks setting off inside you as you’re both breathing heavily from your lips being connected together. You can feel Jungkook’s fingers sliding lower, he rubs the inner part of your thigh and kneads it gently. You could feel your heart rapidly beating out of your chest, his mouth and his touch was the perfect recipe for you to become obsessed with him. Jungkook doesn’t break the kiss as he lifts you up from the edge of the bed, he carries you bridal style and brings you toward the middle of the bed now. Your bodies press against one another as you both roll on the bed, feeling both your body heats combined. Jungkook finally breaks away from the kiss to look deeply into your eyes, finding the heavy panting he was doing kind of hot.

“I think I really like you y/n,” Jungkook shamelessly admits.

“I like you too Jungkook.” You smile while saying it, you finally got the answer you wanted from him all along.

“I knew deep down that I liked you but I was scared,” he continues, “I was scared that you might reject me…”

You were surprised by Jungkook’s words, you thought the same way about him too. You both stare at each other with admiration and lust, dying to say something but not sure what. The sexual tension between you two only getting stronger as Jungkook scans your body with his eyes while licking his lips.

“You’re honestly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he presses his lips against yours again. You let him enter your mouth as you feel his warm tongue glide against yours. You rub his back and ruffled your fingers through his hair some more, never getting enough of the delicious taste of him. His sneaky hands slide to the hem of your top, playing with the fabric before drawing them upwards. He lightly gropes your boobs and massages them, his touch felt as light as a feather. He breaks the kiss and leaves trails of kisses down your chin, your neck, then to your collarbone. His hot breath against you was making your mind all hazy.

He brings his head back down to the hem of your shirt but he doesn’t take it off just yet, instead his hand roams up your body and goes underneath it. His hand now comes into contact with your nipple, causing your breath to hitch at the sensitivity. He drags his finger across your nipple, rubbing it in small, slow circles, looking up to get a good reaction from you. You open your mouth as you moan slightly, feeling the stimulation hitting every nerve in your body. He brings his other hand to your other nipple and plays with it a little rougher. He pinches them lightly and twists them a little bit, you can feel yourself growing even wetter down there, making more of a mess in your already soiled panties. He leaves a series of kisses along your neck, gently sucking on your skin, making sure not to hurt you as if you were fragile like porcelain. He leaves a small mark on your collarbone and smiles at you.

“You sure you want to do this?” Jungkook asks reassuringly, “we can always do this again another time… if you’re up for it.”

“No,” you quickly answer, “I want this, I need this.”

That was all he needed to hear in order to continue. He lifts up your shirt and tosses it somewhere on the floor. He also takes off his so you can feel more comfortable. You examine his body and you were completely mesmerized. He was shredded, his abs were rock solid and his biceps looked even bigger without a shirt on. You could tell this man works out seriously, he definitely had to work hard to get a body like that.

“Stop staring,” Jungkook says, “you’re making me feel self conscious.”

“Sorry but I’m staring because you’re literally so sexy..” you admit.

He smirks at your compliment, “you’re sexier though.”

His mouth now attaches to your perked nipple, making you hiss. He caresses your other boob as he licks, sucks, and nibbles on the soft flesh. As much as you were enjoying the feeling of his touch, you wanted more. You wanted him to give you his all. Jungkook comes up to your face again and kisses you once more. His kisses were so sweet, you couldn’t get enough of them. He’s back to rubbing your thigh again and you grab his hand, bringing it closer to the hem of your skirt. You can feel Jungkook smiling into the kiss, you were so horny for him and he loved it. Jungkook gets the hint, takes your skirt off and tosses it onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. He scans your body with his eyes as he finally gets a good look at your naked form, minus the panties you were wearing. He looks at your black lace see through panties that you bought from Victoria’s Secret awhile ago. He bit his lip at the sight of you in front of him. As you lye on your back and spread your legs for him, his eyes grew wide as you do it without being told. You look at him with the most innocent eyes while you’re doing such a dirty act.

“Touch yourself for me.” He orders, slipping into a more dominant role.

Without hesitation you do it, bringing your fingers to your clothed cunt. You feel yourself through your panties as you run your fingers down, teasing yourself for him as he watches you closely. Your hands trail to the inside your panties, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip when you slide your middle finger against your clit. You moan out quietly as you gather the wet slick from your folds, feeling how soaked you are. You kept going as you rub your swollen clit, loving that he’s watching and getting incredibly turned on by this. The sensation only heightens from doing this in front of him, you’re enjoying it a little too much.

"Yes, good girl. Keep going baby,” He encourages you to continue pleasuring yourself, “feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes daddy, it does..” you keep your finger on your clit as you whine out loud, you weren’t sure how long he wanted you to keep doing this. You throw your head back as you spread your legs further, rubbing your pussy faster for him. As you continue building a steady rhythm, you can feel your rising heartbeat, panting even heavier. Your breath hitches and you feel as though you might just reach your climax right now. Your chest concaves and you sigh as you continue rubbing your egregious zones. Jungkook looks at you in the most amatory way, watching in amusement as you play with yourself.

“Fuck Jungkook, think m’gonna cum…” you close your eyes from all the stimulation. Your pussy was abnormally wet, practically leaking all over your thighs and soiling the sheets of the bed.

“Stop.” Jungkook demands sternly, you instantly open your eyes to look at him and he looks dead serious.

You do as you’re told and stop but you feel so sad now, wanting to reach your high but now it’s simply vanished away. You whine loudly, you were hoping Jungkook would be kind enough to let you cum.

“You think I’m really going to let you cum without it being from me first?” He tsks, taking your hand off your stomach to prevent you from trying anything else.

“I wanted to get a feel of what you like.” He further explains his reasoning, “the way I could only do that was through a proper demonstration.”

You feel yourself grow more turned on the more Jungkook keeps talking. He says things so sensually and it makes you go absolutely crazy.

He settles on top of you and kisses you sweetly. He decorates your body with more fleeting kisses and once he lands upon your stomach he pauses momentarily. The wet muscle of his tongue glides against your stomach, leaving a glistening trail to your navel, quickly kissing it once he’s done. He goes down a little further and licks a long, thick stripe across your clothed slit. You gasp as you feel his tongue against you, wishing you could feel it without the restriction of your underwear, but soon you’ll be able to.

He kisses your pussy and brings a couple licks and bites to your thighs. You smile in delight as he resides himself between your legs, everything about him felt so warm. He finally slides your panties down, tossing them to the side as he doesn’t waste another second to slip his tongue inside, giving you no time to register anything as he flicks up and down. You love the way it feels, every bone and tendon within your body being surged with electricity. He continues dipping his tongue in your wetness as you hold onto his hair, causing it to look even messier. He licks from the bottom and goes back to the top, coming in contact with your clit now. He presses his tongue against it, giving small kitten licks at first. You wanted him to devour you already, the patience in you was growing thinner by the minute.

“Put your whole face in it,” you tell him in a demanding tone, you’ve always been the one in charge when it came to sex but Jungkook was not one of those men.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” he says, his licks get slower now, he’s doing it on purpose to further agitate you.

“Please! Jungkook, I’m begging you to just fuck me already my god!”

Jungkook lifts his head up to look at you, his eyes were dark, almost going black.

“Fine, if that’s what you want so bad then I’ll give it you, slut.”

Jungkook takes off his jeans and boxers, you finally get the cock reveal you’ve been waiting for. His manhood was long, thick, and veiny— just as you imagined it to be. You lick your lips at the sight of his lengthy cock, wanting it in your mouth so badly. You come up to Jungkook and grab his cock in your hand ready to suck, but he flings your hand away instead.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you, right?”

You nod, but now you’re regretting what you said, you wanted to feel his cock in your mouth but now you won’t be getting it.

He’s back on top of you once again and strokes his cock a little bit before he puts it in. He groans as he slides his shaft against your wet folds. You moan out loud too, begging for him to finally give you what you’ve been craving for hours. He continues rubbing your lips slowly with the head of his cock, his teasing is making you go utterly insane. You know he’s doing this just to annoy you.

“I’m only prolonging this because I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook admits, “I’ve made girls bleed before, and no they were not virgins.”

“I really don’t wanna hear about other bitches right now,” you tell him as you roll your eyes, “I just want your dick in me. I can handle it, I promise.”

He proceeds to shut up and finally slides the tip inside, the sensation of him gradually opening you up little by little felt euphoric.

“Yes Jungkook, give it to me, give it all to me daddy…” you moan for him as he slides more of his cock inside.

The feeling of your warm pussy clenching around him made his mind go blank. Nothing was on his mind other than the way your walls were closing on him.

“You feel so good already baby,” Jungkook says, he finally had all of his cock inside you now, filling you up so beautifully that you’ve never felt so stuffed before.

“You feel good too.”

He begins to thrust in you with a slow and steady pace at first, but he quickens it once you start eagerly bucking your hips up for him. He grabs your hips and holds them in place as he fucks himself deeper into you. The sound of your wet pussy slamming with Jungkook’s cock making you a hysterical mess. Jungkook watches as his cock disappears in and out of you, he grips your hips tighter as he goes as deep as he can. You feel him hitting all the right spots inside of you, he was making you feel crazy good, never wanting it to end. Your pretty tits were bouncing as he just keeps fucking you silly.

“Your pussy feels too good, I might not pull out…” Jungkook was fully immersed into you, his cock felt amazing buried deep in your walls, sucking him in perfectly.

“Mmm.. yes daddy please, wanna feel your cum!” You moan loudly as you close your eyes from all the pleasure.

Jungkook really loves the way you call him daddy during sex, he’s not sure if it’s because he just likes the way you say it or because he could actually be old enough to be your daddy. Either way a switch turned on for him and his insatiable appetite for your pussy was only growing stronger. Jungkook starts to thrust into you almost violently, his tight grip on your hips were leaving visible bruises now. You moaned louder as you feel his cock hitting your walls even harder, you scream out for him to keep going. You feel so full as you clench around him, you can see his face contorting from the grip your pussy has on his cock. Jungkook only gets more aggressive as he fucks you, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb viciously. Your eyes fell to the back of your head, feeling your orgasm only coming faster.

“Jungkook please choke me,” you plea as you moan desperately, you wanted his hand around your neck so bad right now. He doesn’t say anything except brings his tatted hand straight to your neck, wraps his fingers around the base of it and squeezes lightly. You tell him to add more pressure, the more he adds the more aroused you got. You’ve been choked during sex only once before and you remember liking it a lot.

“You okay with this?” Jungkook asks while still holding onto your neck, you thought it was so cute how even during sex he’s worried for your safety.

“I’m fine, I’m fine keep going,” you were enjoying every bit of it.

His grip on your neck grew tighter as his thrusts became more erratic, you move your hips up to match his rampant thrusts so you could be in sync. Your bodies were morphing as one and you could feel yourself coming close to your orgasm. You looked so fucked out right now, reduced to nothing but a whiny and babbling mess.

“I’m gonna cum daddy!” You moan out, he still had you in a chokehold but lowered his face to come closer to yours. You thought he was going to kiss you so you part your lips to already gain him entrance but instead he spits in your mouth. You swallow it and open your mouth again to show that was it gone.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans as he shoves his cock deeper, “Now you can cum on daddy’s cock.”

You feel yourself let go as soon as you hear him say that, you practically scream out his name when he hits your g-spot. You were pleading for Jungkook to cum inside you, you wanted nothing more than to be filled up by him. You tell him over and over again how you want him to fill you with his hot cum. Jungkook feels like he can’t even say no in this situation, the combination of your tight, wet pussy swallowing him with you moaning how badly you want him to cum inside is too much for him. He feels his chest cave in as he’s about to release.

“I’m gonna cum baby!” His hand was still on your neck while the other was kneading your left breast. You tell him you’re about to cum too and you both moan together in synchrony. You held onto him as your orgasm washes over, your eyes grow heavy, and your breathing becomes irregular. You feel your walls being coated with Jungkook’s thick, hot cum making you all warm and fuzzy inside. He stops thrusting hard into you and resorts to super slow strokes, letting you ride out each other’s highs and just relax.

“Fuck.. that was so good,” Jungkook sighs, falling on top of you, “I wasn’t expecting you to be this vocal in the bedroom.”

“Really?” You say, “you should know what type of person I am by now.”

You lay there with Jungkook’s head on your chest, his cock was still buried in you but it felt nice. You can feel some of his cum dripping down your leg now, you were so sad that you couldn’t keep every last drop of it.

“I love the way your cum feels inside me,” you close your eyes as you were about to fall asleep.

“I love that you love my cum,” he strokes your hair from the side, “wait— are you birth control?”

“No…” you admit.

Jungkook immediately gets off of you and starts to go into a panicky state, he would’ve thought he had just committed an illegal crime. You sit up and stare at him confused, “why is that such a big deal? I don’t even think I can get pregnant, my ex used to fuck me raw all the time and nothing happened!”

“It’s not just about getting pregnant y/n, you should’ve at least told me before we fucked!”

“Well I’m sorry..” that was all you had to say for yourself, you weren’t thinking about how Jungkook felt and it was selfish of you. However, he is also to blame since he was the one who ultimately decided to finish inside you.

“Fuck, we gotta get you to a CVS or something, I don’t wanna take my chances.” Jungkook quickly puts on his clothes and you just stared as he kept panicking. You thought he was being over dramatic and didn’t see much urgency with this whole situation.

“The convenience store I used to work at sells plan B,” you advise nonchalantly, still sitting in bed and didn’t even bother with putting your clothes back on.

“Ok I’ll be right back,” he says as he dashes out the door. You wanted to feel bad about lowkey manipulating him into cumming in you but at the same time he’s a grown man who’s much older than you and could’ve obviously pulled out if he wanted to. If anything, you took a little pride in yourself for getting him so worked up over this.

Jungkook came back fairly quick, he brought you the plan B and told you to swallow it right away. You do as you’re told only because you were tired of him acting like a whiny little bitch, this was the only time you’ve ever seen him lose his composure.

“There I swallowed it,” you stick your tongue out so you can show him it’s gone, “happy now?”

“Yes, I actually am thank you.” He says, you were a little sussed out by the way he was acting but maybe he had good reason for it. There’s a lot of women out there that manipulate men into getting them pregnant and a guy as affluent as him needs to be careful.

Jungkook sits back down on your bed, looking a lot more at ease now. It was past one in the morning and Jungkook asks you if he can stay the night with you. You let him since it was pretty late at night and you enjoy his company (most of the time). You get in bed together and cuddle up for a bit, you were obviously the little spoon and he held you tightly. You liked being like this with him, it made you feel closer than ever, grinning to yourself as you feel his soft touch against you.

Waking up with Jungkook felt nice. You were surprised to see him still here in the morning laying right next to you, he looked so peaceful when he sleeps. You smile at his sleeping state and just lay there with him, admiring how pretty he is. You see his eyes flutter open and he looked so cute just as he’s waking up. You wanted to give him a morning kiss but you weren’t sure if he would be okay with it. Jungkook moves slightly and props his head up a little, he lets out a yawn as he stretches out. He turns around to face you now and meets you with an adoring look.

“Good morning beautiful,” he says to you, he reaches over and gives you a forehead kiss.

“How’d you sleep?” You ask him, moving closer to him so he can cuddle with you.

“It wasn’t too bad, how was yours?”

“Good!”

Jungkook plants a kiss to your lips and gently caresses your cheek. He goes on to tell you about this new gig he got for you yesterday, you were surprised that you got another booking already.

“As soon as I showed the creative directors your headshot they instantly wanted to book you,” he says proudly, “I knew you’d be the perfect model, I just knew it.”

“And I’m all yours,” you reply to him, “other people can like me but I only want you.” You know that sounded so clingy and unlike you, but it was the truth.

“I only want you too babe,” he says as he kisses you again.

You felt so happy in this moment, you couldn’t think of the last time you felt like this, it’s been a really long time though. It’s like Jungkook came into your life when you needed him the most.

“So what are we then?” You ask him, “are we official yet?”

“Woah slow your roll y/n, I like you a lot but don’t you think this is moving way too fast?”

You frowned at his comment, you don’t care if the relationship is going too fast, this was the happiest you’ve been in the longest and no one’s going to take that away from you.

“What’re you so scared of Jungkook?”

He doesn’t answer, the room is filled with complete silence.

“Uh, where’s your bathroom? I really need to take a shower,” he sheepishly asks.

You couldn’t believe that’s all he said, he was flat out choosing to ignore the question.

“It’s down the hallway to the left.”

Jungkook springs up from the bed and gathers some of his things so he can head in the shower. You sigh as you watch him walk out, you were now left with even more questions unanswered. You lye back down on the bed and think about how you feel in this moment, you want to keep pressing him with questions about you two but you don’t even think it’s worth it. You may just have to accept the fact that you fucked your modeling agent and nothing more.

The sounds of vibrating interrupts your train of thought, you look down at your phone but it wasn’t yours, it was coming from somewhere else. The semi-loud clamor was starting to annoy you and you looked around to follow the noise. To your side, you see a phone on the floor buzzing around, you assume it’s Jungkook’s and you pick it up to see who was calling. As soon as you pick it up the call stopped ringing but a few moments later you see the notification pop up again.

You see someone named ‘Soyeon’ has been calling his phone multiple times. You know you should never answer people's calls for them but they’ve already called about twelve times. You wonder why though, maybe it’s an angry client. You let it go straight to voicemail but to your surprise a voicemail notification showed up anyway. You click it but you obviously couldn’t get in since his phone was locked, you were so curious that you thought of possible passwords he could have. You try a few but none of them work, you began to grow frustrated and when you see that you only have one more try before you get locked out you get a little nervous. If you try this again and it doesn’t work, he’ll notice his phone is locked out. You suddenly remember the night of you and Jungkook on the balcony at that party. You vaguely remember him talking about something on his phone and you watched him unlock his phone multiple times. You were pretty intoxicated that night but you do your best to replay your memory, feeling confident about trying the password again. When you type in the seven digit code for the last time, you finally got in. You give yourself a mental pat on the back for your wonderful detective skills. You go to his voicemail box and listen to the message from Soyeon:

“Jungkook it's Soyeon, answer your goddamn phone! When are you getting back to come see me and the kids, hm? We all miss you and oh— by the way since our anniversary is coming up, I thought we could go out to dinner or maybe even our beach house but you aren't answering your phone! Well anyways, I know you’re busy with your clients so have fun on your business trip, love you so much honey, please call back soon.”

Your heart sank as you finished listening to the whole thing. You just slept with a man that has a whole wife and kids. Not only were you ashamed, you were disgusted. In him and yourself. You were in utter disbelief that he could lie to your face like this, he was pretty much living a double life. You wonder if his intentions were ever sincere to begin with now. You feel as though you could cry, putting his phone back on the floor where you found it, the tears were already slowly forming. Once again, when you feel so sure of someone this time and you’re finally becoming happy, yet again another disaster.

You now know why he acted so sketched out at times, why he was so quick to try and get you to leave that time you randomly showed up at his house. Getting full clarity on the reason he panicked so much yesterday about the plan B situation. You were officially the other woman and it didn’t feel good to be in this position at all. You know you have to confront Jungkook with this but you’ll have to admit that you looked through his phone first, which isn’t a good look for you. Looking from an outside perspective, both of you are in the wrong, however, it’s your responsibility now to bring this all to light with him. You hear your door open now, Jungkook reappears but was now fully dressed. You looked at him so differently, wanting nothing to do with this anymore. Before you could get a word out he tells you something that might be even more shocking than the newfound information you discovered.

“So I talked to your landlord on the phone and he says everything is fine now,” Jungkook says calmly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re not getting evicted anymore, there’s nothing to worry about.”

You still weren’t sure what he meant, unless he found a way to pay your missing three months work of rent then you were still pretty much fucked.

You blankly stare at him, “I really don’t know what you mean by that.”

“I paid all your bills off y/n.”

“You what?!”

“I told you I would handle everything by taking care of you and I did, you’re with me now right?”

You froze a bit, unsure of what to say. You were more than happy you didn’t have to stress about your money problems but now there’s an even bigger problem to address. He’s saying all the right things to you but you know this is wrong.

You’ve done a lot of shitty things in your life but sleeping with a married man might just take the #1 spot. You felt like a second choice, just some fun young girl he can go to when his wife pisses him off. You decide to just finally come out and say it,

“Jungkook you can stop lying to me now, I already know the whole truth…”

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Taking a look at its origins, the modern macchiato has come a long way from the traditional version of the drink. This could be a jab at coffee shops for serving macchiato as milk stained with coffee rather than the other way around.īut that doesn’t demerit the deliciousness of this cup. No single type of coffee was made to be equally liked by everyone.įor die-hard coffee lovers, macchiato might be something that is not appealing to them because of the huge amount of milk diluting the coffee itself. This drink evolved from its traditional recipe and become something that is crafted by different coffee shops depending on their customers’ tastes. Now, the macchiato evolved into something personalized and customizable. This came to be when Italians wanted to have a bit of espresso as an afternoon drink, but don’t want to fully consume pure espresso. Unlike cappuccino, which is usually categorized as a morning drink, the macchiato is traditionally drunk in the afternoon. Eventually, when baristas would serve the espresso with milk, there’s a significant stain on top of the coffee and that’s how macchiato was invented. Italian baristas would use a dash of milk to stain the top of espresso mixed with milk to differentiate it from the plain one. This was originally made not as a beverage but rather as a way for the baristas to determine different types of espresso for different coffee drinks. Macchiato was believed to be created in Italy back in the eighties. Latte macchiatos are also commonly served with a type of syrup flavoring. This layered drink contains a shot of espresso, steamed milk, and finished with a milk foam layer. This drink is comparatively sweeter and more milk-forward compared to the espresso macchiato. On the other hand, the latte macchiato is the most common category sold in coffee shops. The traditional macchiato has a single shot of espresso stained with a teaspoon or two of milk.Įspresso macchiato leans more towards that, and has a higher ratio of espresso to milk where the espresso flavor is really pronounced. The main difference between the two is the espresso-to-milk ratio. But macchiato actually has two different types: espresso macchiato and latte macchiato. In coffee shops, options for macchiato are usually just distinguished by the additional syrup added into it (like caramel macchiato). Since macchiatos are usually topped with steamed milk and foam, the body has a smooth and silky texture. The taste of a traditional macchiato coffee has a bold and rich undertone mellowed out by the creaminess of the milk. On a coffee scale, the macchiato is smack right in the middle of espresso and cappuccino. This refers to the marking or staining of the coffee with milk. The simplest way to break this drink down is to have an espresso shot with a splash of milk.Īn Italian coffee staple, the word “macchiato” means “marked”. Lavazza Super Crema Whole Bean Coffee Blend – Medium Espresso Roast Illy Espresso Classico – Fine Grind Medium Roast Cooper’s Cask Coffee – Ethiopian Bold Roast – Light Roast Volcanica Coffee – Espresso Dark Roast Coffee Macchiato vs Latte vs Cappuccino vs Espresso.

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Watch Free Full 101 Dalmatians

Release Date : 12/13/1996 (GB) Category : Family, Comedy Production : Country : GB Rate : Cast : Glenn Close,Jeff Daniels,Joely Richardson,Joan Plowright,Hugh Laurie,Mark Williams,John Shrapnel,Tim McInnerny,Hugh Fraser, An evil, high-fashion designer plots to steal Dalmatian puppies in order to make an extravagant fur coat, but instead creates an extravagant mess. An evil, high-fashion designer plots to steal Dalmatian puppies in order to make an extravagant fur coat, but instead creates an extravagant mess. Published by The Massie Twins Release Date: November 27th, 1996 MPAA Rating: G Director: Stephen Herek Actors: Glenn Close, Jeff Daniels, Joely Richardson, Joan Plowright, Hugh Laurie, Mark Williams, John Shrapnel oger (Jeff Daniels) is a video game creator in London who struggles with creating an engaging villain for his child-oriented animal project (with animation blatantly resembling that of a certain Disney cartoon). Anita (Joely Richardson) is a talented fashion designer for the House of De Vil, a cold, black-and-white mansion of a building, riddled with harsh corners and sharp sculptures. They bump into each other when their perfectly matched pet Dalmatians, Pongo and Perdita, respectively, cause them both to topple into a pond. When Roger and Anita dry off at Roger’s flat, they notice their dogs cuddling by the fire – and do the only thing they can think of to prevent the separation of the Dalmatians. After a proposal that very night, and a swift marriage to follow, all four of them can live happily ever after. But Anita’s boss, Cruella De Vil (Glenn Close), an insultingly brusque, obnoxiously loud woman garbed in pitch black, blazing white, and piercing crimson (magnificently grand costumes by Rosemary Burrows and Anthony Powell, which change from scene to scene while maintaining the animal-print color scheme, and wild, Two-Face-like hair to match), comes to visit the family when they learn of the upcoming arrival of both a baby and puppies. Caring nothing for human children, Cruella is instead overjoyed at the thought of a litter of young Dalmatians, with their soft, spotted skin – which could make a sensational coat for the fur-obsessed woman. When Roger and Anita refuse to sell the newborns (even for the outrageous sum of 7500 pounds), Cruella hires scruffy thugs Jasper (Hugh Laurie) and Horace (Mark Williams) to steal them when the nanny (Joan Plowright) is alone with the lot. Now that the Dalmatians are live action, they’re unrealistically intelligent – which is a daring stretch considering the creatures from the original 1961 animated film could speak English. Pongo can work a computer, turn on a coffee pot, start up a shower, and open the door to grab a bottle of milk. The fa

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mous “Twilight Bark” scene is still effective, but the story is adapted differently to accommodate the lack of direct communication between the various animal actors. Extensive barking and visual cooperation take the place of dialogue; despite the momentary bits of awkwardness (which will seem very farfetched to viewers unfamiliar with the source material), it’s amusing to see real animals working together, sans language (and equally as hilarious when plainly visible puppets or shoddy CG are employed for particularly challenging dog undertakings). But it’s Glenn Close who is easily the most notable element of the production, looking the part about as ideally as imaginable. Unfortunately, her acting is so exaggerated that it’s difficult to admire the character – one whose deviousness and mercilessness can’t come across as anything but comically insincere when Close cackles maniacally with a wide grin and a brightly painted face. It’s still a great part for the actress, even though she screams most of her lines – as well as for sidekicks Laurie and Williams, who closely resemble the roles of Harry and Marv from “Home Alone,” bumbling ineptly as they give chase to fleeing puppies while combating borderline lethal booby-traps. Slapstick, stunts, and plenty of cute an

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Choco Bun: 2

Choco Pudding

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, murder, mentions of blood

— Word Count: 7.1k

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Here’s chapter 2! Thank you all for the feedback and kind support. This one’s a bit shorter but now we have officially been introduced to all our CEOs! :D Please enjoy! Remember, if you want to be apart of the tag list, message me directly or send in an ask, do not comment the request under any of the posts. I will not check there! Anywho, half the slots have been officially filled! Thanks for understanding!

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A few weeks have passed since your new found friendships amongst 4 of the 7 CEO’s of BTS Corp. You would have never pegged yourself of all people to have been blessed with such an outlandish opportunity like this. From your viewpoint, this was almost too good to be true, circumstances fit for a fairytale if you were being truly honest. But somehow, it was your reality.

You were so used to hopping onto social media seeing so many people fawn over the individuals you now call your bosses. Many of them argued over what they’re ideal type was and who could and couldn’t interact with them as if they knew better than the ones in question. It was comical really, witnessing people who hadn’t even seen them in person, let alone know them, provide information they were convinced was factual. So sure of themselves that even those who have yet to formulate their own opinions ate it up like it was god’s given gospel.

You never really liked interacting with people like that, more prone to keeping your opinions and personal life far away from social media. There was always someone looking to say something no matter what kind of consequences came from their actions. Over the years you’ve learned to stray away from social media entirely unless it was to post your work and interact with the comments and critiques from people who wanted to say something about it. Other than that, your relationship with social media has been both cooperative yet distant.

Regardless, despite all the conspiracy theories formulated around the CEOs you’ve met thus far, what you do know is that they are about as childish at heart as grown men could get. When fans joked around and said these men could end all comedian’s careers, that was a very accurate statement. It actually made you impressed with the duality they all held. One minute you had seductive Jimin, intimidating Hoseok, enthralling Taehyung, and superior Yoongi. Then the next minute you had goofy Jimin, hyper Hoseok, shy Taehyung, and dorky Yoongi. It was tantalizing to witness when they turned their switch on and off based on who they interacted with. And honestly, it was really attractive.

You found yourself feeling more pulled to them with each graceful interaction. More attracted to them in ways that you never knew you’d find appealing. It left you feeling like a giddy school girl again, sudden butterflies tickling your tummy as well as the warm bursts that tinted your skin a rosy color. You were naturally a shy individual who took time to come out of her shell. Though interacting with the opposite sex no longer terrified you as much, being around males you were attracted to, looked up to, and worked for made all those years of hardwork slip away like a distant memory.

Yet somehow, you always managed to pull through without being detected. Well, you thought you managed to pull through. All four of the males knew, they could feel the reciprocated feelings. It was amusing to tease you from time to time, watching your innocence and naturally shy demeanor reveal itself. They got off on it and you never suspected a thing. That’s what made it even more fun. In fact, it was so fun and so alluring for the guys to partake in such behavior that it was starting to become a bit too obvious to those around them.

It was Seokjin who noticed it first. When he went to visit Jimin for the approval of a possible collaborative photoshoot with Rihanna’s Savage X Fenty brand, the younger male in question was missing, yet again. When he had asked Jimin’s secretary about it, a thin antsy weasel hybrid, he made mention of Jimin's second disappearance to the 19th floor that day. Seokjin thought that was pretty odd behavior coming from someone like him, as this wasn’t the first time this has happened. However, he just brushed it off, waiting for the male to return.

Not too far around roughly the same time, Namjoon headed on over to speak to Taehyung about the up and coming budget increase for a highly anticipated movie being shot over in Gangnam. When he couldn’t find the male in question, realizing he was missing from his office as well as from the entire floor, he was more than a bit confused. Luckily, a kind staff member under Taehyung had informed Namjoon that the male had gone down to the 19th floor for the time being. Namjoon didn’t really question it, but found it oddly coincidental that when he had visited Yoongi the other day, he was given almost identical information.

It wasn’t until he made his way over to the elevators that he had noticed Seokjin in there looking a bit frustrated.

“Oh, hyung! What’re you doing down here?” Namjoon asked.

“Looking for Jimin. He’s been gone for a whole 30 minutes! I figured he and Tae were off doing something childish, so I came here.” Jin said with an exasperated sigh.

Namjoon raised a brow, a slight cock to his head in thought.

“Funny enough, Taehyung is missing down here too. Was told he was on the 19th floor.” Namjoon informed.

Jin reeled his head to lock eyes with Namjoon, a look of realization hitting him. Namjoon was a bit taken back by the flabbergasted features of the older man, curious if he had said something he wasn’t supposed to.

“He...He what?!”

“I said he’s on the 19th floor...is there a problem?” Namjoon questioned, a quirk still in his brow.

“Yeah! There is actually! That’s where I was told Jimin was at too.” Jin explained, irritation laced in his rising voice.

As the two were in the midst of figuring out what was going on by sharing information, a high pitched ring from the neighboring elevator erupted in the small area, announcing the arrival of someone new. When the door’s had opened, Binnie walked out, catching sight of a provoked looking Seokjin and a contemplative Namjoon. He, at first, wasn’t sure if he should bother the duo but thought it’d be rude to not at least offer a hello and bow having been working close with all of them for over a year now.

“Ah, Binnie! Hello, how’s dance practice with Hobi?” Namjoon asked, not wanting to come off as impolite.

“It’s good actually. He’s taught me so much in such a short amount of time. Actually, we ended our session not too long ago. He seemed pretty excited to go see Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Seokjin asked.

The two men went quiet for a moment. The gears were turning in Namjoon’s head while, by the looks of it, Seokjin was realizing it too.

“This...Y/n, she wouldn’t happen to be on the 19th floor would she?” Namjoon asked with a curt smile.

Being human, Binnie didn’t immediately pick up on the irritated aura being given off by both Seokjin and Namjoon. However, the surrounding individuals who were hybrids did and they either went dead silent, froze, or ran off. The anger of a dragon hybrid was not to be messed with.

“Yeah, she does actually. She works at the little cafe on the 19th floor. Only place I’ll go to for some really good coffee. Funny enough, I’ve been seeing Mr. Jimin, Mr. Taehyung, Mr. Hoseok, and Mr. Yoongi there quite a lot lately. I think they’re all there now actually.” Binnie explained, finger on chin in contemplation.

“Oh...really now?” Jin said with a forced smile.

“Well then, we better take our leave. We have important business to discuss with them. See you around Binnie.” Namjoon said.

Binnie just bowed and smiled, going on his merry way for a bit before a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t realize where it came from but just brushed it off. When he rounded the corner, he was practically tackled by his manager, a cute yet cubby female bear hybrid, worrying that he had said something to anger the two CEOs. Needless to say, Binnie was very confused.

Namjoon and Seokjin boarded the elevator together, giving each other a silent yet agreeing look. They were going to get to the bottom of this but first, they needed to have a little family talk.

The following morning you came in to work as usual. You prepared your work station and had just enough time to start making your well sought out chocolate pudding. It was a special recipe given to you by your aunt from Germany. She actually had no blood relation to you whatsoever but her husband and your father had a friendship that dated back further than you could even fathom. She loves cooking and was enamored with your dream to open up a cafe. She insisted you add her special pudding on the menu, with an agreement you’d name the treat after her. And so, you did.

The first time you offered the sweet treat to the public, it sold out before the lunch hour even had a chance to start. That surprised you at first but you were grateful by the high demand. So you designated every Wednesday to sell a specified amount of chocolate pudding and without a doubt, people always rushed, fought, and lined up for it. You wished you could make it everyday, but it was difficult to ship the ingredients out to you from overseas and it actually took longer than normal pudding to make. That’s part of the reason why you had to start it so early in the morning.

So naturally on pudding days, you’d expect to see four very eager faces awaiting to sample the premade dessert you never failed to give them. In fact, it was something you always looked forward to, a sense of pride swelling within you when they praised your work. So imagine your surprise when you were not peering at the elegant face of Jimin, the sharp features of Taehyung, the vibrant warmth of Hoseok, or the boyish looks of Yoongi. Instead you were met with what could easily be described as a handsome prince and an alluring authority figure. Or better known as Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. You weren’t sure rather to panic and run or panic and hide. Oh but by the grace of god you sure as hell were panicking. You stared for a bit, not really sure on what to do. Them suddenly appearing was not on your list of expectations today and seeing them was like throwing a wrench into a machine filled with cogs. It was already hard enough to be around the other four men who took it upon themselves to visit you but you managed, somehow, to get used to that. This...this was not something you were used to and you weren’t sure if your racing heart and plump red cheeks could provide you enough of an opportunity to compose yourself to even try right now.

Ahh, but don’t fret, as you were far from being the only one with such internal thoughts. At that very moment, the confident, handsome, boastful Seokjin was stuck. Actually, stuck couldn’t even begin to describe it. He was mesmerized, enamored, infatuated. The list could go on and on. You were so vulnerable, so small, so innocent, so enticing. His mind raced, eyes tracing over the way your blouse fit your curves, the way your hair graced your sunkissed skin, the way your eyes looked both hesitant yet angelic, and the way your large ears were placed so cutely, so adorably, adorned the top of your head.

His throat felt dry, his face felt hot, his palms felt sweaty and for a brief moment he forgot the point of his visit. Hell, he even forgot Namjoon was standing next to him, who, by the way, held very similar, yet less appropriate, thoughts as the elder. But the silence was looming over the three of you for far too long and it was more of a staring contest than anything else. And yes, it was getting awkward. Especially for you. So, Namjoon took it upon himself to voice something, finally.

“Ms. Y/n, correct?” he asked, giving off a charming smile that displayed his perfectly placed dimples.

“Y-Yes sir, Mr. Kim? May I help you with something?” you asked, trying to calm your nerves.

Namjoon could notice your nervousness and attempted to swallow the rising smile that bubbled within. The urge to giggle and coo over you. To continue to trace over every curve and every eyelash and...God he was falling hard and he’d only said three words to you, one of them being your name. Namjoon swallowed thickly to compose himself.

“Y-Yes-” he paused to clear his throat.

“Yes, actually. We were just curious where exactly our brothers always ran off to in the middle of the day.” he explained.

You cocked your head cutely, your ears swinging to the side. At first, you really weren’t sure what he was referring to but your eyes brightened in realization then directly into guilt.

“Oh my god! I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was causing a distraction to them-”

“Please, don’t apologize.” Seokjin chimed in, waving his hand dismissively.

“It is far from your fault Ms. Y/n. My younger brothers just tend to be a bit too playful at the most inopportune times. So please, this is no fault of your own.” he continued to assure.

“If anything,” Namjoon started, quickly glancing around to admire your small workspace.

“This is actually a really lovely and quiet place. Plus it smells really good.”

You smiled and bowed politely, feeling a swelling sense of pride having been the one to come up with the design.

“Thank you so much Mr. Kim for such kind words. I wanted to bring a little piece of home with me here. I’m glad the space comes across as warm and welcoming as I had hoped.”

“Please, just Namjoon.”

“Seokjin will do as well. I can imagine calling us both Mr. Kim may actually be a bit odd and awkward in our current circumstances. Plus, I feel old when you say it.” he chuckled.

You couldn't hold back a giggle, relieved he had said the very thing you were thinking. Feeling a bit more comfortable and confident you carried on the conversation longer before it got quiet and awkward again.

“Then just call me Y/n and seeing as you’re both here, would you like to order something?” you asked politely.

“I’ll admit I am a bit tempted.” Namjoon hummed playfully, glossing over the creatively designed board with options.

The two ordered their respective drinks, looks of astonishment after having tasted it.

“I knew it wasn’t bad, it’s just far better than I had expected.” Seokjin exclaimed.

“It’s smooth, not too bitter or too sweet. This is excellent Y/n!” Namjoon praised shortly after.

“I’m really glad you like it. Oh! Here try this!” you said scurrying off in the back to grab something.

Seokjin and Namjoon hung around for a bit while you had disappeared from sight. They eyed each other silently, unspoken words being shared between the two before their gaze fell back on you again. You had such a lovely smile on your face, eyes filled with excitement before revealing two small plates with pudding on it. It was perfectly shaped with a coating of chocolate syrup. Atop that was a small flower decoration made from sugar. It held a nice sleek shine with no blemish in sight. It was appetizing yet too attractive to destroy.

“Normally, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok eat this every morning on Wednesday but...it seems they’re not showing up today.”

You were right, they weren’t showing up that morning. And that was all thanks to Namjoon and Seokjin. That little family talk they had last night got them into more trouble than they cared to admit. Grant it they weren’t little kids anymore, they were still reprimanded for their lack of proper work ethic as CEOs. So that morning, they were each forced to meet a specific quota by lunch to make up for all the wasted time. It was also to keep them on task from visiting you, hopefully this being enough to keep their priorities in check.

However, what Seokjin and Namjoon quickly realized was the ‘why’ in their continual visits. It wasn’t the food. It wasn’t the drinks. It wasn’t even the nice ambience that felt like a soothing embrace from home. It was you. Kind, sweet, adorable, angelic you. You and your soft features, doe-like eyes, beautiful skin, curvaceous figure, your alluring scent, your innocence, and the purity you held they oh so badly wanted to taint in the most provocative and inappropriate ways imaginable. You were like a hidden treasure; a pure, raw, untouched gem that shined and sparkled in a way too beautiful for some to even appreciate in full. And that was more than enough to entice and rile the inner greedy desires of any dragon.

They knew you had never been touched before, there being no indication of it. How do they know this, you ask? See, the thing is, mythical hybrids, as stated before, are and aren’t different from normal hybrids. Though they may share a vast majority of similarities, there are just some things that mythical hybrids can do that normal hybrids can’t. And one of those things a dragon hybrid can do is be able to tell if someone has ever had a partner before just from their scent alone. And yours is one of the purest they’d ever smelt. It was mesmerizing, intoxicating, and addicting. It was no wonder the others kept coming back. Being here was now a game changer.

“Oooh! What’s this?” Seokjin asked delightfully, eyes sparkling with wonder at the aesthetic dessert.

“This is a special pudding I make every Wednesday. It’s usually only sold at lunch time and is sold out within the hour. I don't usually see the guys until I have my lunch break so I never have any for them unless I give it to them first thing in the morning!” you happily explained, handing them two cute spoons to go with it.

As Namjoon and Seokjin excitedly ate the treat, you were indulged with noises of gratification and pleasure.

“This is like a luxury item!” Namjoon proclaimed with shock.

“How have I never heard of this before? Wait, why have they never told us about this before?!” Seokjin asked slightly irritated with hints of betrayal in his eyes.

“If it’s any consultation, I can always make some for you two aswell moving forward. That is, if you’d like me to.” you suggested.

“Yes!” they simultaneously shouted, a bit out of character from their previous dominating aura.

I full blown laugh left you throwing your head back. It was enough to catch their attention and watch you as if they were hypnotized. Wiping a falling tear from your eye, you tried to compose yourself.

“I’m sorry it’s just, you’re all so different from what I’d always imagined. I’d seen you act pretty funny on TV before but I never expected you all to be so-”

“Normal?” Namjoom finished with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, exactly. If I may be so bold, I’ve always looked up to you all. You’re all so amazing, young and strong hybrids doing things so many before would’ve never imagined. I’m so used to seeing people like you fall prey to the fame, drowning in all the recognition and spotlight. But here you all are, acting in ways that make it easy to forget you’re billionaires. It makes people like me feel less inferior, for lack of a better word. I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you for staying authentic and proving that status, no matter how it was acquired, is nothing more than a title and doesn’t define the worthiness of an individual.”

Namjoon and Seokjin went quiet for a minute, a bit amazed by your sudden speech.

“And you’re good with words. You sure you’re not the amazing one in question?” Namjoon asked.

You waved your hands dismissively, shaking your head in disagreement.

“No no! I’m far from being like that! I’m way too shy and awkward.” you protested.

“Probably would make people feel more uncomfortable than anything else.” you joked sheepishly.

“I beg to differ.” Namjoon countered.

“I do as well. And to prove it to you, I’d like to make an offer.” Seokjin added.

“An...offer?” you questioned, cocking your head instinctively.

Namjoon side eyed Seokjin, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Yes. This Saturday we’re hosting a gala at our estate as a thank you for our new business partners. Funny enough, one of the restaurants we cater from had a last minute cancellation. We’ve actually been trying to find someone who could fill the spot and I personally think you’d be a perfect fit.” Seokjin disclosed.

Your eyes widened, an opportunity like this would allow for your name to expand to all sorts of people.

“A-Are you certain you’d like me of all people? I mean, of course I’d love to! But wait, I’m just a simple cafe owner, I’ve never catered to such...prestigious people before. What if it’s not to their liking? Is there something specific I should make or bring? Oh wait, I-I don’t have anything to wear.” you rambled with a panic.

Namjoon reached for your hand, the difference in size once again being apparent. It was much warmer and much softer than you had expected and, unlike Hoesoek and Taehyung, it was a calming and soothing sensation, kinda like when you were around Yoongi. You hesitantly looked up at Namjoon with a pinkish tint on your cheeks, his hand connecting with yours making your heart swoon. He smiled charmingly at you, his dimples on display again but much closer than before.

“Relax. I promise you it’ll be okay. Do you know how many of our clients have talked about you and your cafe? Don’t worry about how you’re going to be perceived, just stay authentic to yourself. That’s how you managed to get so many patrons to enjoy your work.” Namjoon assured.

“And about that dress, little one.” Seokjin called out, lightly gripping your chin in between his fingers boldly.

“We can take care of that no problem. Here,”

Seokjin quickly wrote some things down thanks to some sticky notes and a pen you had on the counter. When he handed you the note, you observed it, reading over the scribbled markings thoroughly.

“We can take care of that when you arrive at the estate early. Promise.” he added.

“Are you...are you sure?” you asked once more.

“Hahahaha, god you’re so cute. I can completely understand why the guys are so enamored by you!” Jin laughed loudly.

“Eh!? I-I-I...What??” you stuttered, tripping over your own words.

Namjoon snickered as well, agreeing with the elder.

“We swear to you we mean it. You’ll see. But for now, we must take our leave. Thank you for indulging us, Y/n.” Namjoon said, kissing the top of your hand before leaving.

Seokjin gave you a sweet smile before following Namjoon. You stood there a bit stunned, a surge of emotions coursing through you. But you couldn’t help the rising blush as well as the soft smile. When Seokjin matched paces with Namjoon, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious smirk on his face.

“They canceled on us last minute? News to me.” Namjoon mocked.

“You didn’t know? But it’s all good now. Can’t tell me she wouldn’t be a perfect replacement.” Seokjin feigned ignorance.

“I won't argue against that. But funny, don’t remember us even calling a catering company, seeing as we have the staff provide the food anyway.” he shot back.

“What?! We didn’t?” he overdramatized his shock as they continued walking.

You had to force yourself to stay distracted throughout your shift after what had happened. In fact, you were very grateful it was pudding day or you may have zoned out in the midst of orders more often than you’d care to admit. Luckily, just like clockwork, it got really busy and gave you no time to reminisce about the situation from this morning. After the lunch rush you were blessed with a brief grace period that allowed you to clean up a bit before being able to relax a little. And a little was all it was you got before you were graced with yet another big surprise.

“My choco bun~” Taehyung called out with a sly smile.

“We missed you bunbun!” Jimin whined, coming and engulfing you in a big hug.

That’s right. You didn’t really know when it started, or why for that matter, but for a while now the guys have become more touchy to say the least. It wasn’t anything inappropriate, just hugs, brief hand holding, and lingering touches. The most anyone’s ever done was kiss your hand and that was from both Taehyung and Namjoon. You didn’t mind it, not at all. In fact, you craved it, always melting into their embraces with a contentment you could barely comprehend.

“Hi guys, I missed you this morning.” you said with a slight pout.

Jimin cupped your cheeks, a look of adoration decorating his features.

“I’m sorry bunbun, we had work to do.” Jimin admitted.

“But we missed you too. Did...did Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung come in to see you?” Taehyung asked, trying to mask his hesitation.

You smiled sheepishly, nodding in response to his question.

“Yeah, they did actually. They’re both as kind as I had expected. But guess what?” you asked with a rise of excitement.

They knew their brothers had come to visit you and they were a bit more than annoyed when they were put on a temporary, yet short, lockdown due to their work ethic. But something in them knew that it all worked out for the better. Especially when they spotted and interacted with the two in question. There was definitely something off about them. And when your name was mentioned, that made it all the more obvious and entertaining. But that was beside the point.

Your visible passion sparked the two males into putting all their attention solely on you. Seeing you this vitalized filled them with a sense of unexplainable bliss. Both Jimin and Taehyung shamelessly looked over you, their imaginations running to a shared domestic life where they were blessed to see such a cute face from morning until night.

“Oh, what’s got you all excited?” Jimin teased, twirling a small lock of your hair in between his fingers.

“Seokjin had offered me a chance to cater to your gala this weekend. I admit I’m a bit nervous but the thought of doing something like this makes me really excited.” you happily revealed.

Jimin and Taehyung both showed visible enthusiasm for your news, glad to hear and see you so elated for the opportunity. But they already knew about it. Of course they weren’t going to tell you that for fear of witnessing your bright hopeful eyes, wide beautiful smile, and rosy red cheeks be tainted with a crestfallen expression. So they played the part by acting surprised and congratulating you.

“That’s amazing Y/n! Imagine the amount of people you could network with?” Jimin encouraged.

“Not to mention them being able to sample some of the best a cafe could provide. No wonder you were chosen to be the face of our own authentic brand.” Taehyung added.

“What a perfect segway into your next surprise!” Jimin mentioned, a mischievous smirk painting his angelic features.

You cocked your head slightly, unaware there was a deeper reason behind their visit today. Nonetheless, your heart raced in slight anticipation, your inner child having always been tempted by surprises. When Jimin and Taheyung moved out of the way, you were standing face to face with a very tall man. He was young like the others but held some boyish looks that definitely indicated him being the youngest. He shared a similar length and wavy texture in hair to Taehyung and was just as handsome as the rest of the brothers. It took everything in you to not freak out for the third time today but it was very hard when Jeon Jungkook was here. Funny enough, he seemed as nervous and shy as you were feeling.

Taehyung lightly chuckled, pleased with the way this was going. Jimin was too, opting to spill the secret that their little maknae had hidden since your arrival.

“I’m sure you know who this is Y/n.” Jimin assumed.

“Yes! Hello, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. I think you’re the only one I haven’t formally met yet.” you said trying to regain your composure.

Jungkook kinda jumped when you finally started talking to him. You could tell he was a bit fidgety and uncomfortable but he smiled slightly at you and nodded. Was he blushing?

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. My hyungs talk about you quite a lot actually.” Jungkook said.

“Uh uh uh!” Jimin jumped in.

“Little Jungkookie, you know none of us would’ve been able to meet her if it weren’t for you.” Taehyung added.

Jungkook stiffened and your eyes widened in confusion.

“Wait...what?” you asked with bewilderment.

“You see, Jungkook had been a fan of yours for quite some time.” Jimin finally admitted.

“Yep! You know how they call him the golden maknae?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded, very intrigued on the development of this story.

“Well, he had come across a cafe in Busan a while ago where they do latte art in their drinks. He was curious and wanted to know more about it. Around that time you had become very popular here in Korea and naturally you showed up on the search engine.” Taehyung continued.

“It didn’t take much digging to reach you, especially when one of the most famous coffee brands here commented on your post. That caused even more people to migrate to your page, Jungkookie was just one of thousands at the time.” Jimin tacked on.

“A few months later from that point and we had announced our relocation to a bigger building. We all had agreed that we wanted to have our own authentic coffee brand that represents the company and what it stands for. So, we gave Jungkook the responsibility to handle that as he was the health buff.” Taehyung said.

“And that’s when he came up with the idea to bring you over. We felt that whatever his decision was would be a good fit, given his background and profession, and never actually realized it until recently. Kinda funny how the universe works, right?”

Jungkook’s face was crimson red, hand rubbing the back of his neck as a result of his nervous habit. He refused to make eye contact with you and bit his lower lip. Was Jungkook always this cute? You were more than a bit stunned by the sudden release of information and were kinda at a loss for words. Should you thank him? Or was that too weird? You truly weren’t sure, but you knew staying silent wasn’t the way to go.

“I...wow. I honestly don’t even know what to say. I guess hearing that someone as amazing as you found potential in someone like me is kinda unreal if I’m being honest. I’ve never really felt like someone who would be recognized like that, especially by someone whom I’ve looked up to for a few years now. I hope it doesn’t sound too weird by saying this but…” you said trailing off, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Like fate?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, exactly like that.” you said with a pleased smile.

“I’m not a heavily spiritual person but I do believe in fated encounters. So,” you continued, turning to look at Jungkook.

He had finally given you eye contact, something in him forcing him to hold your gaze. You really were as beautiful as his brother’s had described. Actually, more so than that. Their words did you no justice. He had actually never seen your face, opting to keep it hidden from all your videos and posts. That only added to his intrigue in you. However, the inner feeling, that hidden force, the indescribable pull towards you was something Jungkook wasn’t even sure himself how to explain. All he knew was that he needed, he HAD to bring you here. But when it finally happened, he panicked, fearing he was being creepy and got too scared to actually see you. So imagine his surprise when the family meeting was sprung on him about the very girl he was drawn to and now so were his hyungs.

“Thank you Mr. Jeon. I mean it. This is far better than any dream of mine could’ve ever concocted. It feels too good to be true and a bit undeserving. But I will never disregard how lucky and how amazing this all is. And it all was thanks to you. Honestly, thank you doesn't even feel like it is enough to show my appreciation.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.

Your words snapped Jungkook out of his daze. However, as the meaning behind what you said officially sunk in, he felt...off. You didn’t truly think you were good enough. Good enough to be here. To be given this opportunity. To be able to interact with someone like him, who, he himself, doesn’t really find to be as amazing as people make him out to be. Something about that made him upset.

“Please don’t belittle yourself. You’re far more amazing than you give yourself credit. I picked you because I was enamored with you. Your talent is amazing! It speaks to people, influences them, makes them happy. It’s real and authentic and genuine and it reminds people of their happy place. That’s why we titled it Magic Shop. You have just the right magic we were looking for.” Jungkook exclaimed with earnesty.

“Also...please just call me Jungkook. I’m barely a year older than you.” he mumbled more to himself than anyone else.

Jimin and Taehyung were more than surprised by their little brother’s words, having not realized just how much thought and dedication he put into finding someone who would represent a part of the company. He may have been good at everything and a little bit shy, but he had always had an emotional and raw viewpoint in the way he sees and does things. It was inspiring and well nurtured. Needless to say, his hyungs were both impressed and proud of their little brother. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure when it had happened, but tears began falling down your cheeks, your heart filling with an emotion that surpassed the mere ideas of gratitude.

You quickly tried to wipe them away, the strong emotion becoming too much for your sensitive heart to handle. The three males panicked, rushing to calm you down and to ensure you were okay. You’d never heard Jungkook apologize so much before and it caused you to laugh a little in response. It only helped that Jimin mocked and berated Jungkook while Taheyung pretended to cry along with you. Regardless, you managed to recompose yourself, excusing your unforeseen outburst before offering to them something to eat and drink. It took the entire time they were there, but Jungkook slowly started to warm up to you.

“Ahhh~ amazing as always!” Jimin cooed, eating some of the chocolate pudding you saved for him.

“Thank you Y/n. This is truly delicious. Would it be alright if I come by every Wednesday morning for some?” Jungkook asked with wide pleading eyes.

“Of course! Seokjin and Namjoon were offered the same option so it won’t be a problem at all.” you insured.

Jungkook blushed a little before nodding his head and quickly looking away. Jimin noticed and laughed to himself, aware of how oblivious you were to how quickly the youngest one became even more enamored by you. In the meantime, Taehyung’s phone buzzed, stealing his attention away from the small group for a bit. As the device illuminated his features with a soft blue glow, he frowned in irritation before sighing heavily. Jimin cut him a look in wait while both you and Jungkook were conversing with one another.

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Black Swan.” Taehyung simply stated.

Jimin’s eyes darkened but that’s all there was to it. Jungkook heard it too and got quiet. He quietly finished his meal and stood up. That caught your attention as you watched them all curiously.

“Ahh man, is it time to leave already? Don’t you have 15 minutes left.” you asked with undertones of disappointment.

“Sorry bunbun, we gotta run.” Jimin stated, bopping your nose before winking at you.

“No need to look so down. We’ll be back to see you again tomorrow, no restrictions this time. Well, as long as we control the urge to see you, that is.” Taehyung seductively tacked on, whispering lowly into your ear before giving your arm a slight squeeze.

You blushed furiously and nodded your head in understanding. Though your heart was racing and pounding heavily in your ears, you couldn’t help the shy smile on your face. Jungkook watched almost enviously at the interactions you shared with the two slightly older males. A sudden feeling of irritation was bubbling within him. He had wanted to do something similar but was far too shy to enact on such urges. You had only just met him but even them, he was never that bold enough. He didn’t want to freak you out. So he opted for a cute wave and small sweet smile. Little did he know that that didn’t stop any of his older brothers from doing it, except Yoongi of course. Him and Yoongi were pretty similar in that regard.

As you finally reached closing you locked up the doors and made your way downstairs to the first floor. As you glanced out the giant glass window, you finally realized how late it had gotten, not realizing at first due to prep work for tomorrow's menu. When you passed the identification desk, you were swiftly stopped by a man dressed in all black. From his attire you could tell he was a chauffer of some kind but couldn’t tell what he wanted or needed from you. He was an older man, slightly taller than you but very thin. He held a kind smile and sweet eyes. He bowed to you before explaining himself.

“Madam Y/l/n?” he asked.

“Yes sir? May I help you with something?” you responded back a bit confused.

“Ahh~ Excellent! My, if it’s alright with me saying, you are very beautiful. My granddaughter is a little bunny hybrid and you remind me so much of her.” he said sweetly.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling a bit honored by his words.

“Oh but that’s not important right now. I was instructed by Mr. Kim to take you home tonight, ensure that you arrive safely.” he explained.

You cocked your head a bit, unsure why they felt the need to do this all of a sudden.

“Oh uh...I see. But I always take a taxi or ride the subway, are you sure it’s not a little out of the way?” you asked somewhat hesitantly.

The old man just chuckled and shook his head dismissively.

“Surely not madam! Think of it as a courtesy from the CEOs. Nothing else to it!” he said happily.

His overly benevolent personality made it easy for you to drop your guard a bit, even if it was hard to wrap your head around the reasoning behind this whole ordeal. You figured it was no big deal and eventually accepted the elderly man’s offer, not wanting to stand there and contemplate all night. He offered to take your bags which you handed to him with much thanks. Following him out the revolving glass doors, you were surprised to be met with a black Lexus CL500, a car that’s easily $95 thousands USD. The elderly man just chuckled at your astonishment, eager to get you in and on your way.

It took all of 30 minutes to get you home, a trip that usually took about an hour. Funny enough, it felt much shorter as you and the man talked almost the entire time about yourselves. It was oddly comforting and it made you pretty thrilled to be able to hold a decent conversation, something you weren’t used to when coming to and leaving work. It was also really nice having the extra 30 minutes to yourself and was actually pretty grateful for the sudden ride home. When he pulled up to the small apartment complex you were offered in the contract, you gave your last goodbyes to the man, whom you found out was named Mr. Choi. He waited for you to safely reach and enter your building before his sweet and kind smile softly fell off his lips.

He reached into his back pocket to pull out a gun, quickly attaching a silencer before approaching a large bush stationed in front of the gate leading to the complex. There was a man dressed in all balck, blending perfectly in with the night as it blanketed the entire area. Putting the tip of the silencer to the man’s head, Mr. Choi pulled the trigger before giving it a second thought. The man in hiding hit the ground with a thud, rustling the neighboring shrubs as he did so. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Mr.Choi cleaned the back splatter that got on the gun before dialing a number. It barely had a chance to ring before the man on the other end answered.

“Did she arrive safely?” Namjoon asked.

“Of course Mr. Kim. However, we did have a Night Owl here.” Mr. Choi revealed.

“However, he was eliminated without any issue. I’ve already notified the clean up crew to dispose of the body.”

“Understood. I appreciate looking out for her. Thank you Mr. Choi. I imagine this will continue for some time so please be sure to continue watching over her.” Namjoon instructed.

“Of course Mr. Kim. Have a wonderful night.”

“You as well. Thank you for your services.”

Putting the phone away, Mr. Choi walked back to the vehicle and got in without any hesitation, driving off as you proceeded with your normal nightly routine unaware of the dealings that just occurred right outside your window.

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harrysweasleys · 3 years

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a love like in the great stories // p.p

summary: there’s a cute boy you meet on the train every day while heading upstate, but you don’t know much about each other until your lives are in danger.

warnings: mentions of blood, injury, broken bones, language!

word count: 5.2k

a/n: i feel like new york doesn’t have nice above ground trains like this but i do not live there so let’s pretend they do for the sake of this fic haha

Trains were your preferred method of transportation, if you were being honest. There was nothing not to like about the smooth ride, the comfortable seats, and the windows that gave you all the natural lighting you could ever want. You could just sit down, plug in your headsets, and read a book. Maybe even fall asleep if you needed to take said train at some ungodly hour of the night.

When you had first gotten the job upstate, you hated it. The commute was brutal, and you were too stubborn to move out of the city and cut down on your public transit. The train was sometimes busy, and you’d be stuck sitting in the middle of a group of people trying to have an obnoxiously personal conversation. It had been less than ideal for the first few weeks.

But then, you started to like it. You didn’t dread the morning rush, the long hours spent sitting here when you could be doing something productive, the crappy snacks you had to pack in your bag for when your stomach began to gurgle. It didn’t become so annoying. And you’d like to tell yourself it was because you had matured and realized that complaining about it wouldn’t solve anything — that the only person who had put you in this position was yourself.

But, no. The reason you didn’t hate the commute anymore was because you had met someone. A guy who took the same train as you, at the same time, every day. He worked upstate, he told you, but his job was really complicated and he didn’t want to bore you with it. Something about computers and data, he had said.

You honestly didn’t know much about him other than the fact that his name was Peter, but you looked forward to your daily conversations with him either way. He always found a way to make you smile or set you on the path for a better day, and that was something you really needed.

Especially right now.

Your Tuesday was really not off to a great start. Your coffee machine wasn’t cooperating, brewing hot water instead of your usual caffeinated drink — which was really tragic considering you had only gotten three and a half hours of sleep due to your screaming neighbours. Then, you couldn’t find your headphones, which completely sucked ass, since how else would you listen to music while on your work break?

Lastly, and worst of all, there was a torrential downpour.

The rain was impossibly loud against the hood of your raincoat as you shoved your way through the train station, clutching your backpack close to your body to keep an eye on your possessions — a pickpocket had stolen fifty dollars from you last week — and tried not to slip on the wet stone floor. You could hear the announcement that your train was about to leave in two minutes, and you swore your heart did a leap in your chest. You still had to rush to the other side of the station to catch it, it was highly unlikely you’d make it if you didn’t run.

So you did. Your pants were nearly soaked with puddle splashes as you continued excusing your way through the crowd, receiving a few curses as you did so. Shocker. The Queens morning rush was more brutal than anything you had experienced, and it was another reason you questioned why you still lived here. Why were they always so angry?

You spotted the train a couple dozen meters away, relief flooding through your body as you approached the open doors. It was lucky that this specific train was usually the least busy, or else by now there was no way there’d be enough room for you to squeeze on. Your soaked shoes gave a small squeak as you stepped up onto the vehicle, trying to catch your breath as people stared over at you, coat and backpack dripping as you panted like you had just run a marathon.

Peter, from his usual seat, waved over at you and motioned to the chair next to him. You saw that he had placed his own backpack on it, and your heart did a little flutter as you realized he saved it for you.

Excusing yourself a bit more quietly, you walked over to the extra seat, removing your raincoat and flopping down. A couple other people seemed to be a bit soaked, but no one was as bad as you.

“You look like you just finished swimming,” Peter chuckled, placing his backpack between his legs and giving you a small smile.

“How are you so dry? Have you seen the weather out there? I practically was swimming,” you defended, leaning your head back against the seat as you gazed out the window. You could hear the sound of the drops hitting, but nowhere near as loudly as when you just had your hood and it echoed into your ears.

He gave a small shrug, “Aunt May dropped me off. She usually doesn’t but with the weather, she offered. What was I going to do, say no?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine, I guess not everyone had to run eight blocks in the rain to make sure they weren’t late for work.” He let out a small laugh at your disgruntledness, clearly amused by your miserable start to the day.

“The rest of your day will be better, I’m sure,” he reassured you, placing one of his hands on top of yours. It felt like a rush of electricity had zoomed through your entire being — electricity? thrill? you really couldn’t be sure — and it took you a second to process that his skin was against yours.

He seemed to notice too, quickly snatching his hand back and rubbing the back of his neck with it. You had to bite your lip to hold back a grin, wishing he hadn’t snatched his hand away, but finding it ridiculously endearing how awkward he had become.

Neither of you spoke up for a little bit, the train beginning to move slowly through the city as the rain continued to drench the poor people below. After fifteen minutes, you guys were out of the buildings and starting to see a bit more greenery.

The rain lightened up as you made your way out of the city and further up north, small conversations keeping the both of you busy as the long train ride barreled on. He spoke about a high school friend of his — Ned something — while you mentioned your childhood cat. He had then said he was more of a dog person, and you pretended to ignore him for a quick moment afterwards. Small conversation, not really leading anywhere, but enough to make the stupid fluttery feeling grow.

Peter was just so easy to talk to, so kind and optimistic. You really wished you’d know him for longer — high school might not have been as unbearable if you had a friend like him to help you power through.

Plus, you know, he was really cute. He had beautiful brown curls that fell into his face, making you wish that you could run your fingers through the silky strands anytime one specific curl would stick out. He also had beautiful brown eyes, eyes that were so easy to get lost in. They were warm, soft, and you swore that each time he gazed at you, your heart did a little leap.

“Newspaper?” A voice to your left made your jump, placing a hand on your chest as you peered up at the man in the aisle, holding a newspaper in front of you. You nodded, taking it quickly before he moved on.

Had you really been too busy daydreaming about Peter that you didn’t notice the approaching man? How embarrassing.

You gazed at the front cover, the massive letters in the headline catching your attention, “Oh, look. Another news article about Spider-Man.”

You could feel him sit up straighter beside you, but you didn’t question it. Sometimes these seats could get pretty uncomfortable.

“What, you don’t — do you not like Spider-Man?” he asked, and you could feel him staring into the side of your head.

Turning to face him, you gave a small shrug, “No, of course I like him. I don’t really have an issue with him. I just feel like… I don’t know, the mask thing is getting a little old,” you admitted, which was true. “You know, I heard a buzzfeed rumour that he was actually Leonardo DiCaprio? Imagine that. Who runs that page?”

Peter let out an awkward chuckle, “What do you mean by the mask thing is getting old? You don’t… you don’t like the suit?”

“What? No, the suit is alright. It’s probably the best out of all of the Avengers,” you laughed, placing the paper down in your lap and leaning your head against the seat, “It’s nice to have someone looking over the city, of course, and he saved a friend of mine once. I don’t know, I just want to know who he is. What if I know him, but I don’t know I know him?” you let out a laugh, “That was a repetitive sentence.”

You could feel Peter sitting impossibly straight next to you, shoulders tense as he gave a small nod before you asked, “What do you think about him?”

He shrugged, “He’s cool, yeah. I’ve seen him once or twice. Very nice guy, very fit.”

“The second word that you thought to describe him was fit?” a laugh escaped your lips as you folded the paper in half, “He probably is, though. You’ve got to be fit to do all of that.” A laugh from him followed yours, the two of you chuckling quietly as the rain began to come to a stop. Peter didn’t press or ask any more questions concerning the topic of Spider-Man, so you didn’t either. You knew opinions on the Avengers were immensely divided, and while you really didn’t have an issue with them, you could never really be sure how others felt.

For the better part of the next half hour, you blabbed on about a guy at your work who you were just waiting to get fired. You wouldn’t blame Peter if he wasn’t fully listening as you divulged about how incapable your co-worker was, choosing to take secret naps and spend the whole day on his phone instead of doing his job. But with the way the brunet boy next to you nodded and laughed along at your story, you felt that he was. He was always listening.

It was as if you were really the centre of his attention every time you two spoke.

As the train came to a slow stop, Peter picked up his backpack and gave you a small smile, “It was nice talking to you today. Not that it isn’t every day — it’s always nice talking to you. The best part of my day,” he shook his head and you bit back a laugh, “Anyway, I hope you have a good day and I’ll see you tomorrow morning, hopefully this time there won’t be rain.” He winked in your direction, at your now dry outfit and backpack. The action caused a warmth to creep up your chest.

How he could stumble over his words and still find a way to render you flustered, you could never possibly explain it.

You nodded, raising your eyebrows as you moved your legs out of the way to let him through, “God, I hope there’s no rain tomorrow,” you gave a small wave and a smile, “See you, Peter. Don’t miss me too much during your day.”

The train ride was always so boring after he got off, but luckily for you, you only had one more stop to go before your own, so there really wasn’t that much time for you to sit quietly and think about him the whole time. Because it was nearly impossible not to think about him. How pathetic was that?

You knew the guy’s name and a couple of random details about him, hardly enough to say you knew him. Did he even consider you a friend or were you just someone that he sat next to? Did he go into work every day, struggling to focus because you were on his mind? Doubtful.

Was this a crush or just an attraction? You know, like when you see a gorgeous person walk past you at the grocery store or a restaurant. You would hardly consider that a crush. But crushes usually developed once you knew someone — knew who they were and what they meant to you.

You shook your head, feeling a little nauseous at the thoughts clouding your mind. Reaching into your backpack, you pulled out the book you had brought with you, the little red bookmark poking out of your last page, and began to read, hoping and praying that you could actually focus.

By a stroke of good luck and wishful thinking, Wednesday’s weather was much more tolerable.

A little windy and grey, but no rain, and no chaos to start the day. Your coffee machine worked just fine, your headphones were found tangled on your kitchen table, and you were in no rush. You had left your apartment at just the right time, walking to the train station with your music blasting in your ears; Yellow Submarine, to be exact.

A positive song for a positive day.

Despite the tune, you could hear the distant whistles and bells of the train station, spotting the building in the distance as you checked the road, looking left and right before darting across. You might have started off on the right foot, but the honking yellow cabs and businessman rushing by in suits seemed to be feeling quite the opposite.

You made it onto the train in record time, smiling at the man by the door before making your way in. You had once again shoved your way through the station with your bag clutched to your chest, but you were in a much less sour mood than yesterday. That was, until you stepped into the train. Your usual seat was empty, but so was the one next to it.

Peter was always early, he was always here before you.

Feeling like you were about to worry over nothing, you walked over to the seat, sitting down and keeping your eyes trained on the doorway, expecting to see him any second. He told you he’d see you today so you knew he was working. Had something changed?

Why were you so worried? He was likely fine, walking over and maybe picking himself a breakfast along the way. That was probably it. Or maybe he was just nursing a cold in bed, wrapped up in a blanket with some lame sitcom blasting on the television.

But why couldn’t you shake this bad feeling?

The crummy feeling only turned to worse when the train doors closed and the seat next to you was still unoccupied. Where was Peter? He was always here. In the months that you had taken this train, only once was he not on board. And he had told you the day before that he wasn’t working — so where was he today?

As the train moved out of the city, you tried your absolute hardest to focus on your book, on the white noise of the train’s engine and the hum of conversation around you, but things just felt really weird. You were ninety-nine percent sure that you were overreacting, that this feeling you had was only because you missed him. And you did miss him, you loved your mornings with him and the day just wouldn’t feel the same without him.

That had to be it, right?

Yeah, that was it.

You kept telling yourself that as your eyes scanned the words on the page, reading about the blossoming romance between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy, wishing that someday you could experience the love and passion that these two had at the end of their story. You hadn’t really been into romance books before meeting Peter — as cliche and lame as that was. But now, you wanted to know what experiencing romance felt like. So, here you were, with the most iconic love story in history between your fingers.

After about forty five minutes, your eyes glanced out the window. The same scenery as yesterday greeted you, but this time, something was weird. You spotted a small dark spot in the skies, and it seemed to be getting bigger.

You tilted your head, squinting your eyes to try and catch what it was. A plane? No, it was moving too fast and getting too big. A meteor? No, it would be on fire, most likely.

Before you could question it any longer, the figure was right outside the window, and the train was tumbling off of its rails.

Panic seared through you as the cart rolled over onto its side, screams from passengers flooding your ears as your body slammed against the side of the seating area. There was a rush of heat — fire, or maybe an explosion — and the cart rolled over once more with shuddering force.

What had once been the ceiling of the train was now the ground.

As your body landed with a sickening thud, the ground — or now, the ceiling of the cart — was ripped open. Pieces of metal collapsed, one of them landing on your leg and sending the worst possible pain rushing through your body. You let out a scream, not wanting to look down. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. The train was filled with smoke so thick, it was too difficult to see or breathe.

You placed your hand on your thigh, immediately regretting it as bolts of agony made your mind fuzzy. You could feel a warm liquid on your thigh, your hand feeling wet and sticky, and you knew that that wasn’t a good sign.

Bringing your hand back up, you spotted the crimson blood running down your fingers and staining the edge of your long-sleeved sweater. Your entire body felt like it was being crushed, and you could hardly think straight as the pain from your leg set your body on fire.

You turned to your right, spotting the woman that had been seated behind you, now clutching her forehead as a gash along her hairline caused blood to leak down her brow bone. There was no way of telling if the entire train was like this, or if it was only a small section. Either way, the groans and cries around you signalled that there were dozens of people in pain.

“Somebody help us!” A voice shouted — but you were so disorientated you couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. Behind you? Below you? Outside?

You really couldn’t tell.

A flash of red and blue passed overhead, too quick for you to determine what it was. The figure disappeared for a couple of short moments — moments that felt like hours as you sat in the smoky darkness, struggling to breathe — before returning. As you faced upwards, you spotted him.

Spider-Man had arrived with impeccable timing. You swore someone behind you cheered, and some lady shouted, “God bless you!” but you weren’t conscious enough to really be sure. You could feel your eyelids begin to droop, tiredness settling over your body as Spider-Man made his way into the cart. You could hear him shouting, and you could feel hands on your shoulders.

“(Y/N), hey, hold on, I’m going to get you out of here. Stay with me, please,” his voice sounded like it was down a tunnel, and you were too focused on that to wonder how he knew your name. His hands gripped you tightly, but you could barely feel them. Only when one of his hands grazed your cheekbone did you realize that he was there. He was here. He was going to save you, he was going to save everyone on the train.

The thought was comforting, reassuring, even as you could feel yourself become dizzy. Blood loss, probably. You had seen enough medical television shows to know that blood loss could cause you to pass out. At this point, you’d rather have that. If you were passed out, you wouldn’t be feeling what you’re feeling now.

He lifted your head, placing it in his lap, “We’re going to get you to a hospital, okay? You’re going to be fine. Please. Please, keep your eyes open.”

Hearing that he was going to take you to the hospital was the reassurance you needed, and a swell of gratitude formed in your chest. You couldn’t find the strength to say it, but you gave a small nod. You could barely see him, eyes unfocused and lazy.

You tried to keep them open, you really did, but your body failed you and before you knew it, you were unconscious.

The beeping of the hospital monitor wasn’t what woke you. Like the train engine, it felt like white noise.

No, what pulled you out of slumber was the pain.

Your eyes shot open and your hands instinctively went to your leg, expecting there to still be sticky, warm blood and an excruciating ache. However, your hands never touched your skin. A clean white cast covered your entire leg, only your toes visibly sticking out at the end. They felt cold, and the only thing you could think of was that you wish you had a sock.

You weren’t surprised your leg was broken. You had never broken a bone before, but that seemed to be the most fitting description of the pain that you had felt.

There were no doctors or nurses in the room, but you had a small glass of water on the table so you didn’t need to call anyone. You gingerly reached for it, wincing at the twisting feeling in your body — you were no doubt bruised all over your abdomen — and took a large gulp. All the ash and smoke in the train cart had made your throat feel like sandpaper.

You could barely remember what had happened on the train. There was a jolt, there was a cart flipping over, and then pain. And then, of course, you were rescued. You knew, once again from watching medical shows, that trauma could very easily affect how much of an incident you remembered, and how much you forgot. It was either that, or you had a concussion.

The throbbing pain in your head told you that the latter was entirely possible.

You nearly dropped the little paper cup as a sound from next to your bed startled you. Your eyes snapped over, heart thundering at the shock, and spotted a red figure crawling in through the window. It didn’t take longer than a moment for you to recognize him as the man who saved your ass on the train earlier that day. Today? Had it been yesterday? What day was it?

“Do you just go crawling around windows in hospitals?” you asked, trying to be the first one to break the ice as he looked over in your direction, watching as you slowly placed the cup back down on the table next to you.

“No,” he cleared his throat, “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You eyed him up and down and realized that Peter was right — he was fit.

Oh, my god. Peter. Was he okay? Had he heard about the train accident? You were overcome with a feeling of relief that he hadn’t been there today. It really sucked that you didn’t have his phone number. You wished more than anything that you could send him a text and say you were alright.

“I am okay,” you nodded, turning your attention back to the man in front of you, “Thank you. You really saved my life.” You had never said those words before — never needed to have your life saved before today. The words sat heavy in the air, the taste of them in your throat almost bitter.

He stepped closer to your bed, steps muffled by the fabric of his suit, and gave you a small nod, “I’m glad I arrived on time.” He looked towards your leg, “The doctors said it was a minor fracture. You should be okay to remove the cast in six weeks.”

You let out a small sigh, frowning at the pristinely white cast, “Thanks. I’ve never broken a bone before. What a way to have a first, huh?” You had so many friends who had broken their bones in normal ways; skiing, slipping on ice, sports, things of that ilk. And here you were, stuck in a hospital after a train ride gone wrong. You hadn’t asked Spider-Man about what happened, you didn’t really want to know. If anything, knowing the truth might make you feel worse about the whole thing. It was better just thinking of it as a meteor, or an impossibly strong gust of wind.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner,” you could hear the defeat in his voice as he sat next to your bed, putting his head in his hands for a quick second before looking back up at you. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you kept your gaze glued to where you imagined they would be.

“How could you know?” you asked with a small laugh, “It’s not like Spider-Man can go around riding trains every morning, making sure everyone is safe. I’m sure you’ve got more on your plate than anyone in the city.” Which wasn’t a lie. New York was practically the crime hotspot. Of course a superhero would have his schedule overbearingly full.

A small laugh escaped his mask, and he shook his head, “You’re not wrong. I… I had a bad feeling when I woke up this morning. That’s why I wasn’t there today. I’m sorry. ”

You furrowed your eyebrows, lifting yourself off of the overly-soft hospital pillows and rested on your elbows. You recognized his body language. His slouched shoulders, the way his right leg was bouncing up and down lightly in a sign of worry. The way he knew your name.

“Who are you?” you asked, voice sounding weak and unsure. He seemed so familiar, and you could practically say his name. But you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to make that jump and be wrong.

He lifted his shoulders, letting out a deep sigh. No words were spoken for a long time, but you didn’t press questions, you didn’t want to start spewing and demanding answers. Not when he had been so good to you; that would just be unfair.

One of his hands lifted up to the base of his neck, and your breath caught in your throat. It felt like he was removing it agonizingly slow, doing it on purpose to test how patient you really were. But you knew he had never revealed his face to the public before and so this couldn’t be easy for him.

When he pulled it up over his jaw, his chin, his lips, his nose, you knew you had been right. How could you not tell who he was when he was speaking to you? His voice was one that you often thought about while trying to fall asleep at night.

The pain had really thrown you off your game.

Peter sat there, a dark bruise under one of his eyes, his hair sticking up in every direction, and his eyes laced on yours. You should be speechless, you should be shocked, but somehow you really couldn’t bring yourself to feel that way. It made sense now, why he had been so focused on saving you, coming to check if you were okay.

It felt like a movie — like one of those stupid rom coms that you watched where in the end, the girl realized that the secret admirer was the main guy all along… or something cheesy like that. Maybe you’d get your own story, like the novels that had you so enchanted and bewitched with the ideas of a forever romance.

You reached over, placing your hand atop his. You couldn’t feel his skin against yours, which kind of bummed you out, but the warmth of his touch reached you either way. You didn’t speak, letting the both of you sit and process the events of the last little while in silence before you decided to say something.

“Thank you,” you grinned, feeling a rush of gratitude and admiration, not missing the way that a pink flush creeped onto his cheeks. The reaction caused a fluttery feeling in your belly. To know that you were the one who made a superhero flustered — it felt pretty damn great.

His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand, “I’ll be there next time. I promise.”

“Peter,” you sat up a bit straighter once more, making sure he looked over at you, “You saved me today. Stop feeling guilty. I’m alright.” Your shot a genuine smile his way, “You're the one with the busted up face, not me.”

He let out an exhausted little laugh, bringing his other hand up to his cheekbone, lightly touching the dark blue skin under his eye, “That’ll heal within a day. You’re the one who’s going to be using crutches and a wheelchair for a few months.”

You shrugged, “Hey, as long as you push me around, I don’t see the issue.” He shook his head, amusement written across his features. You wondered to yourself if his smile hurt the bruise, but if it did, it really didn’t seem to bother him.

“Of course I will,” he said softly, giving your hand an extra squeeze, “I’ll be there every step of the way while you heal.”

You bit your bottom lip, noticing that there was a figure outside your door. Peter slipped his mask on, quickly trying to hide his face before the doctor walked in. A part of you wanted to frown, wishing that you could have more alone time with him, but you figured a doctor would have to show up eventually.

“Oh—,” she stopped in her step as she walked into the room, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” She held a clipboard in her hand as she gave you a small smile, walking over to the side of your bed and checking out whatever was written on the small monitor.

Peter cleared his throat, breaking through the awkward silence, “It’s okay, I should — I should get going. Crime, you know,” he chuckled, his gaze not leaving yours. Again, you couldn’t see his eyes, but you could feel it. You knew he was worried, that he didn’t want to leave. But it was probably for the best if he did.

“Wait,” you reached your hand out, not touching him but catching his attention, “I just have a quick question for you.”

“Yeah, anything,” he nodded, causing a grin to form on your lips.

“Can you sign my cast? I think Spider-Man’s signature will be a great conversation starter.”

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