#objectively im not surprised or shocked but im still so fucking upset

[nyaisms]

When I'm in a whos a bigger idiot competition and my opponent is a Latino man

[beast-to-be-tamed]

oh so badly do i wanna be the newest member of your band, the only omega while the other members are betas and then you, the only alpha. normally you wouldn't consider adding an omega to your band, not because you have anything against them, but because you figure that the after concert meet and greets would be the safest place for one. your manager, however, manages to convince your bandmates it would be better for sales and give you a wider target audience.

after a while, it becomes a tradition for the other bandmates to tease and flirt with me. im an omega, after all, im supposed to be easy to fluster. unfortunately for them, it takes more than a few words to get me to flush. so things escalate.

it becomes a regular occurrence for the others to do things such as grope me or forcefully bend me over the nearest object in an attempt to get a reaction out of me. for some reason, it doesn't seem to bother me. most of the time i just laugh and brush it off, so you figure i can handle myself.

after a few months of this, our bandmates seem to notice that you don't join in on their little game. they ask you why not and you just brush them off, telling them it wasn't something you ever thought to participate in. a bit of smoking and peer pressuring later, you figure you'll just give it a try just to shut them up and that's it. just once, you told yourself.

it was a regular day at practice, the betas teasing me and slapping my ass as they passed by me to grab something or other. the thought occurs to you that it's now or never.

you casually ask me to go check that one of our speakers is still plugged in. thinking nothing of it, i walk over and bend at the waist right over the aforementioned speaker, beginning to fumble with cords.

before any of the betas can think to take the bate for themselves, you walk right up behind me and grind yourself against my ass, bending over to whisper in my ear something along the lines of "be a good omega and stay still so you can get breed like you deserve"

surprising everyone in the room, i still and let out a quiet whine, before going completely still and pressing back against you eagerly.

our bandmates are quiet in their surprise, figuring it would be much like whenever they tease at me like this. the sound of my whimper, however, has their mouths agape and open wide in shock.

from that day on, they stop teasing me physically and instead choose to constantly remind me of the way i gave in like a bitch in heat for you. i pretend to be upset, but we both know i borrow your dirty shirts out of your laundry and finger myself to the memory of it.

-❤️

Fuck, omega, that's... so hot, holy shit. I'm not much of a writer (I prefer to use my fingers for strumming guitars and making pretty things like you cum) but...

It'd be fun, then, to leave a pair of boxers somewhere easy for a dumb pup like you to get to. Just so I can come back and find them smelling so so strongly of your slick... dunno if I could hold back, love, but I'm sure you understand, given how you're practically humping my leg with this ask. Why not shoot me a DM, pretty pup? I don't bite unless ya beg me nicely.

[firefly464]

The Gilded Cage - Chapter 2

aoweijfda ok im just gonna put it out there, posts are probably gonna be a bit slower for tgc, since me, rivy, and pami are all dealing with school shit. Anyways, have chapter :D

Written in collaboration with @i-have-this-now :D

Thank you @rivys for beta reading, editing, and writing :D

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Run. 

Cries surrounded him, the voices of people he had thought were his friends piercing his mind. It was unfortunate that they hadn’t thought the same of him.

You need to get away from them.

The cold wind flew past him in streaks of haze. He couldn't tell where he was running to, only that he was running away. A gust of wind blew the hat off of his head, but between the pounding of his heart in his chest and his frantic planning, he barely noticed. 

You'll live if you run far enough.

The light dusting of snow brushed against his shoes as he shot past. One of his shoes fell off a while back, leaving one of his feet numb, but he couldn't concentrate on that now.

Run. They aren't your friends anymore. You can't trust them.

Dodging trees and logs and leaves, running to who knows where at this point. 

This wasn’t real, this couldn’t be real.

Something flew past his head, only narrowly missing his ear. He let out a curse. 

They’re trying to kill you

A sharp pain exploded in his right arm. He only forced himself to run faster. 

Ignore the pain. Just keep running. You’ll find safety eventually. 

He could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins, numbing his arm. 

Keep moving. Just keep moving.

The throbbing in his head was growing worse. His vision was blurring. He forced himself to keep going.

Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop. 

He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, the sound of blood rushing past, drowning out any other sounds. His breathing was quick, and shallow. 

Just focus on running. Don’t think of anything else.

How long had he been running for? He didn’t know. It didn’t matter, just so long as he kept moving. Right now, all that mattered was getting away. 

Get as far away as possible. 

He was slowing down. Why was he slowing down? He couldn’t slow down, he needed to keep moving. He would be killed if he slowed down. He couldn’t afford to slow down. 

Why the fuck are you stopping? You can’t fucking stop.

His legs burned with adrenaline, pins and needles shooting up his thighs. He could feel the warmth of blood running down his arm and the stinging pain that came with it.

Run.

His pace continued to slow down. No, no he can’t. He can’t slow down. If he slows down he’ll-

RUN.

His vision started to blur. Colors and shapes were formed into an arrangement of fuzzy mush. Greens, blues and reds were stirring in his vision. The edges of his eyesight started to fade into black.

Whatever you do, don’t stop. Stop and you’re dead. Stop and you’ll-

The darkness consumed his vision.

~~~

“Eret? Can you hear me? Are you awake?”

The voice was muffled, distant. 

“Eret, are you okay?”

He tried to push himself up, but his arms violently shook under him. He bit his tongue, doing his best not to cry out in pain. He watched as blood stained the snow under him underneath him, the deep crimson slowly spreading. He watched as it seeped into the ground, only to freeze over a moment later. 

“Woah, hey!” The person grabbed his arm. A jolt of pain coursed through him, but it was dull, and barely noticeable. He couldn’t feel the person grabbing his arm, much less the resulting pain. “You’re still hurt. Careful. God, what did you do…?” 

Eret grit his teeth. “I got fuckin’ shot,” he muttered, his words slurred, barely understandable. His eyes blurred, the corners of his vision going dark.

“Language,” The person sighed. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

Pins and needles shot through him. He was going numb. He could barely see. He could feel himself drifting off, slipping in and out of consciousness. Every logical thought in his mind was telling him to run, run far away, get as far as you can, but he was too exhausted to move.

He could barely hear the voice murmuring to him as they carried him to safety. “You’re gonna be okay.”

~~~

When he finally awoke, he was laying on a soft bed, warmth surrounding him. It was completely different to when he had woken up in the cold van. Instead of being surrounded by hostility, there was a feeling of kindness in the air. 

He glanced around, trying to figure out where he was, only to once more find himself unable to see. The blinding white light had returned, making him squint. 

As he pushed himself up to a sitting position, he saw the outline of a small bedside table. On top of the table, he was pretty sure he could see a small, dark object. With a wince, he reached over and grabbed the dark glasses. 

Instantly, the world around him darkened, letting him actually see his surroundings. He was in what appeared to be a large, open room, split off into different sections. The section he was in seemed to be a makeshift bedroom of sorts, with curtains strung across the ceiling to provide privacy. 

From the small opening in the curtains, Eret could just barely make out the center of the room. In the middle stood a large pillar that reached to the ceiling, with stairs leading downwards. On the other side of the pillar was a crackling fireplace that filled the large room with warmth and light. A large couch was sat in front of it, giving a spot to rest and relax. 

In one corner, he could just barely make out the corner of what looked to be a kitchen. Eret could hear someone humming to themselves as they moved around the area. The voice sounded familiar, but it was difficult to place from only the humming. 

“Hello?” He called out, trying to figure out who the mysterious person was. He couldn’t remember much after he had blacked out, but he did remember someone helping him. Perhaps this was the same person. 

The sounds of shuffling came to an abrupt halt. They had stopped.

“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice trembling. “Please, I just want to know what's going on”

With the screech of metal on metal, the curtain in the doorway parted to reveal a tall, shadowy creature. They were an inky black, as though they were a silhouette, and their eyes glowed a haunting white. A dark hood covered their head, making the creature look even more intimidating. Eret was forced to swallow a scream of surprise at the sight. 

“Oh good, you’re awake! How are you feeling?” the creature spoke.

Eret couldn’t believe it. This… thing had the exact same voice as his friend back home, and had a striking resemblance to the man’s Minecraft skin. He had to be dreaming.

“Pinch me.”

“What?”

“You need to pinch me. This can’t be real.”

“What? I’m not going to--”

“Pinch me!”

Bad frowned slightly as he sat down at Eret’s bedside. “I’m not going to pinch you, you’re still really hurt. How does your arm feel?” 

Eret ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t exactly care about my arm right now, this just… it has to be a dream. None of this can be happening, it’s not real.”

“Oh.” Bad looked down and let out a sigh. “Well, Eret, let me tell you what. You and I are here right now, and I love you, and my love is real. So don’t be a little muffin, alright?”

His friend’s reassuring words couldn’t calm Eret’s fear. “No, this isn’t real! I-I’m in some sort of fucked up dream or coma or something,” His words were filled with desperation, as though he were trying to convince himself of the lie. 

“Hey! Watch your language,” Bad said, before giving his friend a sympathetic glance. He looked towards the open curtain and called out, “Hey, George? Do you know what happened to Eret? He seems really upset.”

“Yeah, he got shot.” a calm voice called from beyond the doorway. As George stepped into view, he lifted his sunglasses from his eyes and rested them on his head. “Getting shot can do that to a person.” 

“No, I know that, George! I’m just worried!” 

The man sighed. “Setting up the control room took a lot of work, not to mention he just nearly froze to death. He’s been through a lot, Bad.”

Eret couldn’t help but stare in dumbfounded shock. It felt too real now. He was here, of course, but he was really here -- in the middle of a war against his best friends, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He had only been conscious for less than an hour since his arrival, and he had already been injured several times.

On the one hand, at least he wasn’t alone. A single glance at his surroundings proved that he had people to help support him. People to help him, people that he knew he could trust.

 But on the other, the SMP’s lore was a hellstorm. There was death, pain, true and terrible suffering. They were in the middle of a war. He didn’t know much about how combat affected someone, but he knew that it could cause long-lasting trauma. That wasn’t something that could be ignored. 

“I know, George.” Bad’s gentle voice snapped Eret out of his spiraling thoughts. “But there has to be something we can do to help him, you know?”

“I’m right here…” he muttered under his breath. 

George sighed and leaned against the wall. “Alright then, Eret. Talk to me.”

~~~

“What the fuck was all that about?! What just happened?!” Tommy cried out, barging into the small van. His face was red from both the biting cold outside, and the anger that ran through him. He and Tubbo had just returned from chasing Eret out of the L’manberg walls, though Tommy wished they had been able to do more. 

He wanted Eret dead. Just thinking about the man brought a mixture of anger and fear to the surface. No, he needed Eret dead. He needed to make that son of a bitch pay for what he did to them. 

The inside of the van looked like a warzone, with papers and documents cluttering every available surface. The drawers that were pushed up against the wall were all thrown open, their contents spilled across the floor. Inkwells and quills lay scattered across the table in the center, the dark ink seeping into the wood below. 

Wilbur was hastily digging through one of the drawers, throwing vials and potion ingredients all over the floor. It was almost like he was looking for something, but that didn’t make sense. 

“What did he take? Why was he here?!” Wil cried out, Tommy’s voice falling on deaf ears. 

He jumped at the sound of knocking and turned to face his son standing in the doorway. Fundy looked at his father anxiously, ears pinned back against his head and tail swishing as he side-stepped past Tommy.

“I’m busy,” Wilbur spat. “Now isn’t the time.”

“Well, Dad, I was wondering what we should do about Eret.”

“What, why?! Didn’t you stop him?” 

Fundy’s shoulders shot up to his ears and his whole body tensed, his body language giving away his response “Well, we didn’t manage to catch him, but--”

“Then find him!”

Tommy stepped forward. “I understand you’re upset, but I think you’re being a bit harsh with Fundy, sir.”

The General scoffed. “Upset? Really? I’m not upset, I’m fucking pissed! The man that just betrayed our entire nation just ran off and you all let him!”

“Well, to be fair, he ran pretty fast,” Tubbo offered, trying to be helpful.

“I don’t give a shit how fast he ran, you will find him and you will...” Wilbur sputtered and gesticulated wildly. “...you’ll bring him to me, and I can watch the light fade from his stupid fucking glowing eyes, and--”

“Wilbur, please!” Tommy yelled. “You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Wilbur opened his mouth to interrupt, but Tommy stopped him. “Look, we all hate him for what he did, but if we don’t know where he is, we can’t do shit.”

Wilbur stared at his right hand man and sighed. He was jumping ahead, he needed to stay calm and rational. “Fine. Alright. Sure. We can hold off on that for now.”

Fundy let out a shaky sigh of relief. He had seen Wilbur lose his temper before, and it was never fun, but he had gotten used to it. This, though, was something different, and he wasn’t sure how long it was going to last.

He needed to leave, to get out before his adoptive father grew angry again. Fundy could tell from the furrow in Wilbur’s brow that the anger was not yet gone, and it was only a matter of time before it exploded out again.

“I uh, I’m going to go patrol the walls. I want to make sure he’s actually gone,” Fundy said, desperate for a chance to escape. 

Will glared at him, a spark in his eye unlike any Fundy had seen before. “No, Fundy, you don’t understand the gravity of the situation. You may have been there with us in the control room, but you will never understand what his betrayal truly meant.”

“Wilbur, I--”

“He was there at the founding of our nation, Fundy, he helped build L’Manburg from the ground up, and he left us all behind. And it hurt, and I know it hurt you too, but here’s the thing. Eret has to pay, but you can’t be the one to collect.”

Fundy felt a growl deep in his chest. “I can do this, Wilbur, just trust me--”

“Fundy.” The General stared directly into his eyes, the emotion in his words seemingly gone. “You. Are. Incompetent. You cannot do this, and I mean that literally. This is not for you.”

Fundy felt his ears flatten on the top of his head and he stepped back in shock. He understood what Wilbur meant, he really did. It made sense. After all, he wasn’t the strongest fighter, or the best tactician, or the best anything, really. This wasn’t a job meant for him, it just wasn’t, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. He needed to prove himself, to show that he could at least do something to help.

His shoulders slumped. “I understand. I… I would still like to go on patrol, sir. If I find anything, I will report to you immediately.” He turned on his heel, not giving Wilbur the chance to respond. Pushing past both Tubbo and Tommy, he left the van, trying to escape his shame.

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BTS REACTION:First Time Seeing You With Glasses

This was requested a long time ago! I have been super busy, but i’m finally posting it! I hope you like it, if you do please like and follow me! And I am so sorry this is late!

Kim Seokjin

“Jagi can you help me find my blue socks” Jin yells from your bedroom. You sigh as you walk towards your bedroom. For some reason only you could find things Jin had lost. 

“I swear to god Jin if you’re laying down not even bothering to look, I’m never helping you again” you warn him. Angry that the last few times something had gone missing he didn’t bother looking and left it up to you. Opening the door, you see a foreign object placed in Jin’s hand.

           “What are these?” Jin questions you, holding up the mysterious object. Squinting, you try to make out the mysterious object. After a few seconds, your vision clears up allowing you to realize that Jin had a hold on your glasses.

           “Oh no no no, give those back to me” You firmly answer, holding your hand out. You hadn’t worn your glasses in the last couple of months, and definitely not around Jin. 

           “Jagi, are these yours?” Jin asks curiously, ignoring your hand. “They’re cute.” Sighing at the compliment, you stare at Jin with daggers in your eyes. 

           “Put them on” Jin pleads. 

           “I haven’t worn them in months Jin” you groan, annoyed at the fact he hadn’t given them back.

“Put them on and I’ll give them back to you, and I’ll even forgive you for not letting me know you even wore glasses.” he attempts to persuade you. Realizing he wasn’t going to give in, you yanked them out of his hands, and place them over your eyes.

           “Happy? I look ridiculous.” you mumble. Giggling at the glasses placed on your face, Jin places a quick kiss to your forehead.

           “Ridiculous? No, but it is different. I like it though” he smiles, pulling you in for a hug. 

           “Thank you” you answer, allowing yourself to hug him back. Pulling away, Jin opens his mouth to ask you a question.

           “Now can you help me find my blue socks, I really can't find them.”

Min Yoongi

           “I’m here, and I brought your food.” you state, walking into Yoongi’s studio. Without looking back, Yoongi mutters a hello. Rolling your eyes, you place yourself on the small couch, waiting for him to come back to reality. You knew better than to interrupt, he always found inspiration in solace. After a long 15 minutes of no talking, you decide to speak up.

           “Your food is going to get cold if you wait any longer Yoongs.” you inform him, not looking up from your phone. Invested fully in the game you were playing, you didn’t notice Yoongi turn his chair towards you.

           “Y/n, you wear glasses?” Yoongi asked, eyes wide with confusion. Fully confused as to what he was talking about, you soon realize that you still had your glasses on. 

           “I... I mean yeah” you mumble, not wanting Yoongi to figure out that you wore glasses. At least not yet. 

           “They look silly, I didn’t want you to see them” you admit, attempting to not look Yoongi in his eyes. Standing up, he places himself beside you. 

           “Look at me” Yoongi instructs, fully focusing on you. Feeling your heart beat fast, you continue to look down, not wanting to let your boyfriend see you with the silly glasses on. 

           “Yoongi...they look silly I’ll just take them off” you try to reason, reaching up to remove them from your face. Instantly grabbing your arm, he prevents you from taking them off. 

           “Y/N just let me see, please” He pleads, waiting for you to raise your head. Realizing that he was eventually going to see you with the glasses if you intended to stay together. Sighing, you raise your head, instantly meeting Yoongi’s gaze. Holding eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, Yoongi lets out a small smile. 

           “I like them, you look cute.” He shrugs, not seeming to mind the slim glasses framing your face. Feeling your cheeks flush slightly, you smile back lighty. Pulling you close, Yoongi places his arms around you. Finding comfort in the crook of his neck, you mumble a thank you. 

           “No need to thank me, you’ll always be beautiful to me.”

Jung Hoseok

           Instinctively feeling your eyes start to squint, you realize that there was no way you could make out what Jimin was drawing a few feet in front of you. Worried that you were going to have to grab the glasses in your bag. 

           “It’s a fucking spaceship!” Yoongi yells, frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what was being drawn by the younger member.

           “Hyung, if you can’t see it, maybe you shouldn’t be playing this game.” Jimin grits, more focused on the drawing. Stifling a giggle, Hoseok makes eye contact with you. Smiling widely, he pulls you in close.

           “Yah, I can’t fucking guess” Yoongi grumbled, obviously upset with his partner. The four of you had decided to play a simple game of pictionary, with you and Hoseok against Jimin and Yoongi. 

           “Our turn to guess!” Hoseok interjects excitedly. You on the other hand, were worried about not being able to guess correctly. Leaning forward, Hoseok stares intensely at the drawing. 

           “Alright you have a minute...starting now!”Jimin states. Quickly observing the board, the most you can make out is a few blobs of black.

           “A car! Wait, no! It’s a soccer ball?” Hoseok questions Jimin’s painting. Groaning loudly, Jimin facepalms himself. 

           “Can you not see it” he moans, realizing that his drawing was not as perfect as he thought it was. “What do you think Y/n?” Feeling all eyes on you, you tense up. You did not want everyone to notice the way you couldn’t make out what was on the board. 

           “You have to be quick Jagi, we have 30 seconds left!” Hoseok urges, not wanting to lose to Jimin and Yoongi. Immediately focusing on the blurry image, you try your hardest to focus. After 20 seconds you come to the conclusion that this was not going to happen. 

           “Fuck it.” you mumble, reaching into your bag, you pull out your old glasses. Placing them over your eyes, you finally see the picture clearly. 

           “Oh, it’s obviously a man riding a skateboard.” you answer. Eyes wide with shock the members, and Hoseok can only stare. Instantly feeling self-conscious, you place your head down. 

           “HELL YEAH! That’s my jagi!” Hoseok screams, happy at the fact you both had won the game. Looking up, you realize that Hoseok didn’t seem to mind the glasses on your face. 

           “You see that, my girlfriend is super smart with those glasses.” Hobi bragged, letting himself hold you close to him.

           “Yeah, either that or her and Jimin both can’t draw for shit” Yoongi continues his grumbling. Laughing lightly, you lean on Hobi before responding

“Maybe, or you’re just jealous that we won, and you didn't.” 

Kim Namjoon 

           “Y/N put the book down” Hoseok whines, wanting to talk to you. Sitting in your apartment, you and Hobi had decided to hang out, just like old times. 

           “I’m sorry, it’s just really interesting, but I’m done now.” you answer, placing the book on the side table. Finally looking at Hoseok, you smile and give him the attention he wanted. 

           “I like your glasses” he compliments you. Snorting obnoxiously, you slap him lightly. You did not like your glasses. Hoseok and you had been friends for years, and he knew you before you even needed them. 

           “Very funny Hobi” you chuckle. 

           “I’m serious, I don’t know why you don’t wear them more often, especially around Namjoon. Namjoon. The name bringing butterflies to your stomach. You and Namjoon had been dating for almost a year, and he had yet to see you with the bulky glasses.

           “Because I want him to actually find me attractive” you respond. Rolling his eyes, Hobi places his feet over your lap.

           “You’re so dramatic Y/n-ah” he sighs, letting himself get comfortable on your small couch. Before you could get the chance to respond, you hear a knock on the door. 

           “Is that Namjoon?” Hobi questions, turning his head towards the door. 

“No, he said he wouldn’t be here for another 30 minutes, it’s the pizza we ordered.” you answered confidently. 

“Okay, well go answer the door, im confortable.” Hobi yawns, pulling the blanket that was placed on top on the couch over his body.

“Yah, you have your feet on me, and you’re going to make me open the door, what a gentleman.” you snap back.

“Maybe, but you love me” He smiles, not moving an inch. Rolling your eyes, you push his feet off of you and make your way to the front door. Opening the door excitedly, you had anticipated to see the pizza man, but instead you find yourself face to face with your boyfriend. 

“Namjoon!” you screech, trying to hide your face, “What are you doing here right now?”, Pulling you in for a hug, Namjoon wraps his arms around you. 

“I got off a bit early, and decided to surprise you...why are you covering your face?” Namjoon asks, losing track of what he was saying before. Feeling your cheeks flush up, you couldn’t find the words to say. 

“I’m going to be honest with you Joon, she’s hiding her face from you because she doesn’t want you to see her ugly glasses.” Hoseok answers for you, while laying down on the couch, not even looking your way. Throwing a death glare Hoseok’s way, you make a mental note to grab his card to pay for the pizza. 

“Is that true Jagi?” Namjoon asks, still hiding behind your hands, you let out a slight mumble. 

“Maybe” “Jagi, let me see, you know I won’t find you any less beautiful, I promise.” Namjoon attempts to soothe your worries. Coming to the conclusion that he was right, you slowly remove your hands from your face allowing him to see you in your glasses. Smiling widely, Namjoon places a small kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“See? You’re still beautiful to me” he answers, arms still wrapped around your waist. Smiling softly, you let yourself believe the words that come out of your boyfriend's mouth. 

“Eh, Debatable.” Hoseok yells from the couch, ruining the sentimental moment between you and Namjoon. 

“Hobi!” 

Park Jimin

“I promise I won't judge” Jimin begs, lying beside you. Mentally groaning, you lay face first on the bed. 

“No” you mumble into the blanket. Sighing, Jimin places himself even closer, attempting to catch a glimpse of your glasses. You didn’t intend for Jimin to see you with your glasses on, but he had walked in seeing you placing them on. And for the last 10 minutes he had been begging you to let him see you in the, 

“Jagi, I won’t think you look any different, you know that.” He mumbled softly, still attempting to get you to raise your head. Embarrassed to be in such a predicament, you wanted nothing more than for Jimin to ignore the glasses placed on your face. 

“Just let me see for a second.” he suggests, hoping that you could agree to this suggestion. Ignoring the words that came out of his mouth allows him to realize you weren’t going to give in so quickly. Coming to realize he would have to use a different strategy, Jimin realizes what might work. 

       “Y/n, if you can’t show me what you look in glasses, do you not see a future with me?” Jimin asks seriously, “If you can’t let me see you with glasses now, that means that you don’t plan on being with me forever.”  

“Don’t do that” you groan, not wanting Jimin to feel like you didn’t see a future with him.  

    “I’m not doing anything, but you can’t go forever without wearing your glasses, so if you won’t show me, you’re leading me to believe you don’t want this forever.” Jimin shoots back. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t help but feel worried that he would find you to look less desirable. Huffing, you pull your face out of the blanket, grateful that you could smell some fresh air. Facing Jimin, you let him see the glasses sitting on your face.

           “Happy?” you ask, still unhappy with your appearance. Tilting his head to the side, Jimin takes in the view. Leaning forward, he places his hand across your full cheek. Unexpectedly placing his full lips across your forehead, he sends you a smile before softly responding

“Extremely, you are so beautiful Y/n” Feeling the blush creep lightly across your face, you hug your boyfriend.

“Thank you for making me feel so beautiful.” you whisper in his neck. Laughing lightly, he holds you tightly before uttering a response. 

“It’s easy when your girlfriend is already so beautiful.” 

Kim Taehyung 

           “Stay a little longer?” you whine, latching yourself on to your boyfriend. Chuckling lightly, Taehyung wraps his arms around you, allowing himself to fully get immersed in the way your body wrapped around his. 

           “I wish Jagi, but you know I have to go.” Tae mumbles into your ear, even though he doesn’t let you go. Whining dramatically, you grab him a little tighter. Pressing your lips across his neck. 

           “When do you have to go?” you pout, wanting to lay in bed with your boyfriend a lot longer. 

           “I had to go like 5 minutes ago” he laughs, “You’re going to get me in trouble.” he jokingly accuses you. Not wanting to get your boyfriend into any type of trouble, you reluctantly let go. 

           “Fine, but only because I don’t want you to get in trouble” you state. Sending a wink your way, Taehyung jumps out of bed, quickly getting dressed. Rolling over to face Taehyung, you pull the covers up, letting yourself get comfortable with the absence of his presence. 

           “Getting comfortable without me?” Taehyung asks, buttoning his jeans, and throwing on his t-shirt. 

           “Yes, but I’d be more comfortable with you beside me.” you shrug. Raising an eyebrow, he lets out a deep chuckle.

           “God, you’re so cute.” he mutters, walking towards the bed, he places a quick peck on your lips.

           “Alright, I have to go now jagi, I’ll see you later, okay” he states. Nodding, you smiled lightly, watching him walk out your room. Hearing the front door open and close informs you that Taehyung has left. Sighing, you jump out of bed, heading towards the bathroom you quickly wash your face, and brush your teeth. Reaching towards the top shelf, you pull out the case to your glasses. Opening them up, you place the glasses on your face. Looking at the mirror, you sigh, not liking the way the glasses seemed to frame your face. Walking towards the kitchen you pour yourself a glass of water, wondering what you intended to do today. The sound of the door unlocking quickly pulls you out of your thoughts.

           “Jagi, I left without my fucking shoes, how the hell does someone walk in socks I mean-... are you wearing glasses? Taehyung asked, shocked to see you in a pair of round glasses. 

           “Taehyung what the hell are you doing here?” you question, completely surprised to be caught with your glasses on.

           “I was leaving when I noticed I didn’t put shoes on, and I remembered you lent me the spare key, and decided to use it.” he answers, walking towards you. “Now tell me, why are you wearing glasses?” 

           “I mean, I’ve always worn glasses.” you mumble, refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. 

           “What? And you never told me? Jagi they look so good on you” Taehyung exclaims. Looking at your boyfriend, you raise an eyebrow.

           “You think they look good?” you question, confused as to how he could possibly think they look good on you. 

           “Of course, baby, they suit you so well.” he answers, pulling you in close. 

           “I’ve always thought I looked silly” you admitted, feeling embarrassed that the glasses were still placed on your face. 

           “What?” he asks, “You’re crazy jagi, they look so nice. When I get back, I want to get photos of you with them on please.” Rolling your eyes, you push him lightly.

           “You and your photos.” you chuckle.

           “I mean it jagi, I gotta go now though, but I’ll see you tonight!” he yells already running out of your apartment. 

           “With my camera!”

Jeon Jungkook

           “It looks hideous” you whine, practically on the verge of tears. Sighing, Jungkook places his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. 

           “Jagi, it’s not bad, they look fine.” he attempts to soothe your worries, hating seeing you so upset. Especially over something so miniscule. 

           “Exactly! Just fine. Nothing more than just fine.” you yell, catching attention from strangers walking past. 

           “No, that’s not what I meant, and you know that.” Jungkook states. Feeling your confidence drop, you knew that getting glasses was a horrible idea. You used every excuse in the book until Jungkook finally had enough and told you that you needed them. 

           “I think they look cute, getting the blue ones make your eyes pop” he attempts to compliment you. 

           “If anything, the blue matches my attitude.” you grumble. Slapping your shoulder playfully, Jungkook lets out one of his signature bunny smiles. 

           “Good one Y/n, but I genuinely think they look beautiful on you.” he confesses, and he did. Jungkook really loved the way they seemed to make your eyes even more noticeable. No matter what, Jungkook could never find you less attractive, anything you would change about your appearance only happened to enhance your beauty. 

           “What if you start to think they make me look ugly?” you mumble, scared that his answer would only prove your feelings. 

           “What? No jagi, I could never ever find you ugly.” Jungkook answers, shocked with your openness. “There will never be something to make me find you to be unattractive, if anything these glasses make you even more beautiful to me” Feeling yourself fight tears, you grab Jungkook tightly

           “I just don’t want you to think of me any different.” you murmur into his chest. Holding you back, Jungkook lets his hands roam through your hair.

           “Of course not, you’ll always be my jagi, and I’ll always find you beautiful.” he reassures you. Peering at your boyfriend’s face, you hold out your pinky.

           “Pinky promise.” you ask. Laughing at your seriousness, Jungkook grasps your pinky in his longer one.

           “I Pinky”

[karmasuna]

Can I have a matchup? (Im sorry for it being so long) I’m 5’0 with dark brown hair with blonde tips I am very petite like the extra small sizes don’t fit me sometimes and same goes for size 00 pants so it’s pretty hard to find clothes for me so I just stick to skirts and oversized sweaters most of the time. I’m energetic and always happy but when I get upset, I get depressed. I’m very feisty and loud and I’m not afraid to speak my mind. In a boyfriend I have two completely different ideas 1/2

I match you with: Bakugo Katsuki!

“Hey cutie, you seem lonely. Wanna hang out with me?” You glance up from your phone as a guy approaches you, coming to lean against the wall next to you. 

“Um, I already have a boyfriend,” you say politely, giving him a small smile. “Well, he’s not here, is he?” he just waves a hand nonchalantly, “don’t worry about it.” He leans closer into you, making you fidget uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“Sorry, I’m really not interested. I’m actually waiting for my boyfriend right now.” Quickly you scan through the mall, looking for the familiar blonde to come and rescue you from your predicament.

“He must be an ass if he’s making you wait all alone here.” He smirks, eyeing you up and down like you were some object and grabbing you by the wrist, taking you by surprise. “C’mon, I could treat you so much better than him.” 

You try to twist your wrist out of his grip but to no avail. Now you were starting to panic, not really knowing what this random guy was going to do to you. Still seeing no sign of Bakugo, you were about to scream out for help when a familiar gruff voice speaks up behind you. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl,” he growls, grabbing his hand and ripping it off yours, and you quickly move to stand behind the blonde, linking your hand with his as he stares the stranger down. 

Bakugo’s being eerily quiet, giving off a menacing aura that makes even the other people around you go silent. Vermillion eyes scan over your face carefully before falling to your wrist, and he gently rubs at the marks the unwelcome grip had left on you. Seeing them sets off a pang of guilt in him that he hadn’t come sooner, but it also ignites a silent fury in him. He looks back up to glare at the shocked male, his jaw dropping in shock as he registers who the person in front of him was. 

“You-you’re that crazy guy from U.A,” he stammers, face going pale at the realization that the blonde was probably more than capable of killing him on the spot. 

Bakugo smirks at his terrified expression. “Yep, that’s me, the crazy guy,” he says mockingly, setting off a few small explosions in his palm, enjoying the way the boy flinched at the sound. “So you better get lost before I decide to kill you, you piece of shit.”

The other boy very wisely takes his leave, bowing and stuttering apologizes as he scurries away, more than eager to get away from your monster of a boyfriend. 

After the two of you watch as he disappears around the corner Bakugo turns his attention onto you, the triumphant expression melting off his face into one of concern. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry I was so late, Y/N.” he says softly, pulling you into a gentle hug, as if he were afraid he would break you if he held you too tightly. You return the gesture, wrapping your arms around him and breathing in his comforting scent.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, ‘Tsuki,” you say, looking up at him, a small smile on your face. “You helped me, after all. You’re really my hero.” He snorts, suddenly lifting your petite body up to his height and kissing you.

“Damn right I’ll always be your hero. From now on I’ll never let you get hurt again. I swear on my life.”

[taexual]

HOLIC - 15 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: strong language, some angst

words: 3.5k

disclaimer: i do not own the gif, please let me know if it belongs to you, so i can give proper credit

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Your friends didn’t object much after that – Kiera, especially. She had been the one who suggested you confront Jaebum about his abrupt reunion with his ex, so you weren’t very surprised when she whispered an encouraging, “you got this!” into your ear as she walked past you and away from the table, leaving you and Suji alone.

“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here but—” Suji had started to say once your friends left, but you shook your head, cutting her off.

You were done listening to her. It was time she listened to someone else.

“Look,” you said, your intoxicated mind not providing you with a very clear idea of what to say to her, but you’ve thought about talking to her enough times before to still know what point you wanted to make. “I defended you. Or, at least, I think I did. I got into a whole argument with Jaebum about you, even though, as I can see know, I didn’t know shit about you. I should have never come here – and I changed my mind about seeing you a million times – but here I fucking am, so let’s get this over with.”

“What are you—”

“Do not interrupt me,” you cut her off again, the alcohol giving you the much-needed boost of confidence to keep going. “I don’t know if you realize what you’re doing with Jaebum – and for the sake of what little respect I have left for you, I truly hope you don’t – but you need to stop this. You need to let him go.”

“I need to let him go?” Suji repeated. She was really unable to stay quiet for longer than a minute. Thankfully, her shock gave you the advantage of being the one with a semi-clear mind, excluding the dizziness from all of the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight, of course. “Why do I need to do that? So, you could be with him? Is there something going on between you two?”

You groaned, annoyed because she wasn’t getting it. “No! And that’s not the point!”

She was still very much puzzled, so instead of demanding your explanation, she waited for you to keep going. Perhaps she loved to talk and have control of everything, but, evidently, she also loved to argue. Had she been less oblivious, she would have made an excellent lawyer.

“Suji,” you said after a moment, hoping that tonight wouldn’t end up with you truly knocking her out with your fists because words wouldn’t work. “You’re a huge fucking bitch.”

You stopped for a second because she frowned, her lips parting in surprise, but you weren’t going to stay quiet for much longer because you knew she’d say something once she recovered, and you didn’t know how much longer you could use your drunk mind to force yourself to say all of the things you wanted to say to her.

“Not just that, actually. You’re a controlling bitch,” you continued. “You need to let go of Jaebum. You can’t keep reappearing in his life. You know he has no self-control sometimes and you can’t take advantage of that. You’re bad for him. No, hold on—you’re fucking toxic. And not just for him; for everyone around you. I mean, do you not notice the fake reactions whenever you start to speak? You’re selfish, you’re rude, and you are—for the lack of a better word—an absolute snake. You’re so toxic, Suji, that I’m glad Jaebum and I don’t own any plants or they would have died after you came over.”

You could feel yourself go a little overboard, but you’ve rehearsed this speech a hundred times in your mind – sans the curse words and the obviously unnecessary offensive comments, of course – when you first decided you were going to meet up with Suji in order to let her know everything Jaebum was feeling since he wasn’t able to do it himself. You knew what you wanted to say to her and you were going to say it no matter what.

Contrary to what you’ve imagined – you totally expected her to literally claw your eyes out – Suji had exactly zero emotions on her face after you stopped and you truly envied her in that moment – you knew your face was flushed from the drinks you’ve had before and from your outburst of rage.

“Wow,” was what she said once she finally opened her mouth. “I-I don’t understand where this is coming from. I think there’s a chance you got a little too drunk here, because Jaebum and I want each other, and we—”

“You don’t,” you shook your head. “He doesn’t want you, and you don’t want him, either. You seriously can’t be that stupid not to see it. You just want someone you can control. Since you have me now, you don’t even need him anymore. I don’t doubt that you would have texted him as soon as you left our apartment that morning, but you didn’t because I came along and you realized you could text me instead. I was fresh in your life so you chose to drag me around instead of him.”

Her voice sounded shaky when she spoke, “I don’t drag people around.”

“That’s exactly what you do,” you said, a little surprised once you noticed that she had been listening to everything you’ve said and she seemed to have heard you. “You kept texting me. I’m not kidding -- you literally did not leave me alone. You wouldn’t give up no matter how many times I said no and maybe, in time, you would have gotten bored of me refusing to see you. Then, you’d get back to Jaebum because he’s so easy for you to control. He has so many secrets and the thickest walls I’ve ever seen wrapped all the way around his heart and you’re the reason why. You can’t turn someone who was once open-hearted into someone who’s so afraid to open up, he fights off anyone who wants to get close to him because he’s scared it’ll be you again.  You can’t take Jaebum for what he is and then turn him into someone completely different -- someone you want him to be. You can’t ruin his life by forcing your relationship on him. That’s just psychotic. Jaebum isn’t yours – and you have serious problems if you think he is. He belongs to himself.”

You were still standing but Suji hadn’t gotten up, so you were towering over her and, suddenly, when her lower lip quivered, you didn’t feel so comfortable attacking her like this anymore. You sat down to hopefully seem less intimidating, although you weren’t sure how you could have ever intimidated her.

“I’m—I don’t—I never controlled him,” she said, no longer looking at you.

You haven’t expected her to get so emotional about this but your heart was starting to hurt. She looked like she was about to cry and yet there was no way for you to go back from this. If you took everything you said back, it would have no effect whatsoever. You already couldn’t tell if her emotions were genuine or if she was just playing the victim, but perhaps there was a small chance that you’ve gotten to her. You had to keep going no matter how much it upset her – or you.

Furthermore, it was actually good that she was reacting in a way that made you feel pity for her. That meant you were less likely to hit her square in the jaw and spend your night at the police station, obtaining a criminal record.

“Hitting him when he took the job he wanted but not the one you wanted for him,” you started slowly but felt yourself give in to your emotions as you went on. “Locking him out of his apartment when he tried to break up with you. Even having him get rid of his cat because you didn’t like it… all of these are examples of how you tried to live his life for him. Fuck, how do you not think that’s wrong? That’s fucking terrible. I don’t say this often because I like to think that there’s some good in everyone, but, fuck, Suji, you’re truly a shitty fucking person. It’s—you can’t do this type of shit to him—to anyone. What’s the point of dating someone, if you lock them inside of a room -- a jail cell, essentially -- and then fucking force them to do everything you want? Where’s the fun when you make every decision for them?”

Perhaps you were the first person who called her out with concrete facts, or perhaps she just felt humiliated because your attack on her was so sudden and, frankly, so much more brutal than you’d intended, but Suji had tears in her eyes when she dared to look at you again.

You were starting to feel even worse. You wanted to let her know just how toxic her behavior had been but now that she seemed to possibly realize this herself, you wanted to step around the table and give her a comforting hug. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you were still so unexplainably angry at her.

The look on Jaebum’s face when he told you about the things Suji had put him through in all the years that they’ve known each other was what kept you in your seat. He’d avoided breaking up with her so many times simply because she always played the victim. And maybe that was exactly what she was doing right now with you, too.

You couldn’t apologize for your words because there was a chance you’d wasted your breath talking to her and she hadn’t actually heard you, she was just pretending. You couldn’t apologize because she never apologized for plainly dismissing all your friends have said tonight to make herself shine. You couldn’t apologize because far behind the tears in her eyes, you could still see her rage – she hated losing control of this situation so quickly that she didn’t know how to get it back.

And yet you still felt uncomfortable. You weren’t used to people manipulating you into taking the blame for simply telling the truth, but you kept your posture firm. You thought you’d made a mistake by agreeing to see Suji here – you knew Jaebum was going to have a fit when you told him what happened – but maybe this had to be done. You knew Jaebum would have never confronted her on his own. And maybe you were sticking your neck in his business uninvited – scratch that “maybe”, you really were doing exactly that – but you were trying to help him. You were angry and upset at her on behalf of him.

“Look…” you said when Suji didn’t reply with anything. “I’m not saying—okay, I did say that you’re a shitty person and, honestly, you are, I’m not taking that back. You’re very literally ruining Jaebum’s lif—anyway. This doesn’t mean you can’t change yourself. Maybe you needed someone to give you a piece of their mind because, clearly, you’ve lived your whole life getting free passes from everyone. We should all be responsible for our actions and I’m sure you know very well that what you were doing to Jaebum throughout your relationship wasn’t right. You never gave him the freedom to leave. Fuck, you chained him against his will. It really should have been him telling you all of this, but it’s me instead. And I’m sorry I called you names, that wasn’t very cool of me, Jaebum would have probably handled this differently, but I was—”

“No,” Suji stopped you, standing up and gathering her purse. She sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I’m going to go. Thank you for finding the time to meet me. I—I’ll leave now.”

She walked away from your booth without letting you add anything and without looking back at you. You debated stopping her – and even considered pulling her back by her hair but that wouldn’t have looked right for the people around you since you clearly had the upper hand because she was crying – but then decided that you’ve said enough. It was starting to get really difficult to keep on yelling at her when she was starting to cry, so maybe it was good that she’d left. You weren’t sure if she’s ever left like this before – Suji was always the last person standing – so, even if she wasn’t going to let your words actually phase her, maybe you’ve still achieved something tonight.

You couldn’t see her face when she left so you didn’t know if she wiped her tears and smiled instead, thinking of all the ways she was going to get back at you for everything you’ve said tonight, or if she genuinely listened to everything you’ve said and her tears were real. Maybe it was naïve of you – lots of things were, after all – but a big part of you wanted to believe that her reaction was genuine. There had to be something about her that drew Jaebum in, right? Perhaps it was her soft heart.

Then again, you didn’t know if Suji even had a heart. Jaebum knew her better than you did. But you weren’t sure if you’d ever ask him what was it that made him like her because you couldn’t see yourself ever admitting to him that, despite going back and forth on your decision to see Suji, you still followed your initial plan and met up with her to try and fix his problems for him.

“Fuck,” you whispered quietly, running your fingers through your hair. You couldn’t come up with a way you were going to get out of this without Jaebum throwing you out of the apartment, or without Suji sending trained assassins after you.

You felt even worse when your friends finally allowed you to leave the bar and go home. The alcohol was starting to wear off, so you felt the first hints of a headache tickle your brain and you were feeling extremely frustrated on top of all that. You’ve talked to Suji because you thought that was the right thing to do, and yet you didn’t feel better about anything. You’ve made her cry – but realized just how compassionate you really were to feel awful about this despite knowing Suji deserved to hear your words – but maybe you didn’t really make an impact tonight and it was all pointless.

It was half past two and the darkness inside of your apartment indicated that Jaebum had gone to sleep already. No wonder, it was Monday and he had to go to work tomorrow, after all.

Both bedroom doors were closed but you thought you’ve caught a glimpse of light coming from your bedroom, which could have meant that the street lights were flickering outside, or that Jaebum was still scrolling on his phone while he tried to fall asleep in a room full of your belongings.

Quietly tip-toeing now that you realized he might have been awake after all, you opened his bedroom and found yourself almost excited to sleep in his bed again. It had a comforting effect on you, but you weren’t quite sure how to explain it. You just knew that crawling into a bed that always smelled vaguely of him would help you forget all that had happened tonight albeit temporarily.

Not even bothering to change into something more comfortable or clean your make-up, you approached the bed, accidentally slamming your foot into the corner of it and then yelping loudly. You were sure Jaebum could hear you from the room next-door, but he didn’t respond so you exhaled slowly – trying to stay quiet – and lifted the blanket, climbing into bed. Immediately, you arranged your body into a fetal position – sleeping with all of your limbs pressed tightly against your body was the only way that allowed you to feel safe.

The moment you hugged your knees to your chest, however, was also the moment your legs touched something warm. Confused, you moved your cold – and hurting – feet again, and then heard a person hiss.

“What—” you started to say but, as soon as you turned your head to inspect what was it that you’ve touched, you saw Jaebum’s sleeping face on the pillow next to you. “Oh, fuck! Shit!”

You leaped up until you were standing on the bed, staring at him in horror, the blanket clutched tightly in your hands as Jaebum was startled awake when you pulled it off of him. Surprised and confused, he sat up, squinting his eyes as he tried to understand what had just happened.

“What are you doing here?!” you squealed, your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest. “You’re supposed to be sleeping in my room!”

“W-what?” Jaebum asked, his voice husky from the sleep. You’d have honestly melted at the sound of it had you not been so frightened and shocked. “Why are you here?”

“I just got back,” you said but that didn’t answer his question so you chose a different way, “I sleep here! You sleep in my room.”

“No—I got you the new bedframe,” he said and you just blinked, your mind empty. “I built it for you. It’s in your room.”

“You built—why didn’t you tell me?”

“I told you I was going to go get the frame this afternoon,” he countered in a tired voice as he lied back down, still watching you stand shakily on the edge of his bed, the gears in your mind finally starting to turn. “I had just left to pick it up when you went out. Remember?”

You realized that you did remember as you sighed deeply, slowly lowering yourself to your knees on his bed, the blanket all around you. Jaebum had even texted you about the crisis he was having when the frame didn’t fit into his car. All of that had completely skipped your mind.

“I forgot,” you admitted, falling back onto the pillow next to him helplessly. “I’m sorry. I was… thinking about a lot of different things and I forgot. Sorry I freaked you out by getting in here with you.”

He watched you lie down on your back.

“Are you drunk?” he asked then, surprising you.

You turned your head to look at him, slowly starting to make out his sleeping features once your eyes adjusted to the dark room. He was still squinting, a slight frown on his eyebrows, as he had a hard time keeping his puffy, tired eyes open. Mix that with the sound of his voice, and you were sure you’d have fallen in love with him right then and there if your mind wasn’t being pulled into twenty different directions.

“I’m not drunk,” you said, turning away to look at the ceiling instead. “I’m pissed.”

“That’s the same thing,” he informed you, not losing his wit despite being tired.

“I mean angry,” you explained, although he knew what you meant. “I made someone cry tonight and I don’t know if it was worth it.”

Jaebum was quiet for a little while, clearly not having expected the sudden confession.

“Did they deserve it?” he asked then.

“I think so,” you said. “But I still feel bad. I went there to take pictures of my friends having fun and instead of that…”

“Life has a funny way of working out,” he mumbled, sighing and then settling into his previous sleeping position again. He sounded like he wanted to keep on talking to you, but he was starting to slur his words, his sleepy state catching up to him.

You looked at him again and, this time, allowed yourself to watch his face for a little longer since he’d closed his eyes as he lied on his side, facing you. He looked so peaceful like this – all people must have looked peaceful when they slept, but you’ve never watched anyone sleep before – which was the exact opposite of what you were feeling. Even though looking at him like this seemed to calm you down, you knew you shouldn’t have been here. He’d built you a bed, you were no longer supposed to be sleeping in his.

“I should go,” you whispered, feeling the need to inform him that you were leaving so you wouldn’t scare him again.

But as soon as you lifted the blanket off of yourself and gently threw it on him, preparing to set your feet down onto the floor so you could leave, Jaebum extended his hand, stopping you. Almost gasping in surprise, you turned to look at him

“It’s fine,” he said sleepily. He didn’t even open his eyes. “You can stay here.”

A little confused, you allowed him to pull you back into bed until he felt you lie down next to him again.

“But my bed is—” you still tried to protest, even though you weren’t sure why you weren’t shutting up – the rapid beating of your heart was a clear indication that you did not want to leave.

“It’s fine,” he repeated, dropping his hand until it landed clumsily on your waist. “Just sleep.”

You were suddenly unable to reply as he sighed softly and shuffled on the bed, trying to get into a better position. You’d turned away from him – preparing to relocate yourself to the furthest corner of his bed to give him more space – but, as Jaebum got more comfortable, he didn’t remove his arm from you, unexpectedly turning you into the little spoon instead as he hugged you from behind, deciding that this was the only proper way for two people to sleep in the same bed.

You had a feeling that this was his way of comforting you – he was far too tired to use actual words, so he settled on using his actions and, honestly, it was so effective, you completely forgot about everything that had made you so uneasy before – and you didn’t protest; not that you could move much in his deathly grip. But you didn’t want to move. You felt like you were right where you were supposed to be.

Jaebum didn’t know what you’d done tonight - if he’d known, he would have never held you like this -- but you decided you were selfish enough not to tell him. You two would have so many cold nights to spend arguing in the future, there was no harm to use one night for comfort, even if it was wrapped in lies that could potentially damage your relationship beyond repair.

Within moments, you felt Jaebum’s breathing slow down as his close proximity and each of his soft sighs washing off on your neck made you shiver. He had his arm wrapped tightly around you as he fell asleep, unconsciously making sure you stayed in bed with him, and although you were afraid you were going to suffocate from how close he was to you, you truly never wanted to leave the bubble of safety he’d created around you with his embrace.

Maybe this was your last night in this apartment. Maybe this was the first and the last time Jaebum voluntarily got close to you. Maybe you’d never see him -- never feel him -- like this again.

You couldn’t risk these possibilities. You weren’t going to sleep tonight.

You were going to focus on every sensation you were feeling in his arms so you’d remember. Because if this was the last time you and Jaebum were at peace with each other, you never wanted to forget about it.

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[kasspasia]

Prompt: Kassandra comes across someone asking for money (like those missions where they just ask for cash lol) and she gives it to them and aspasia realizes that kassandra is actually fucking loaded haha and she always assumed she was like a hobo. Rest is up to you, I just think it would be a funny prompt

I love this, its amazing hahaha. Thank you

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Aspasia sighed as they trundled through the marketplace, Kassandra grinning at the merchants who offered her all manner of objects.

“If there is something in particular you would like I could just have it made.” Aspasia grumbled as Kassandra leant over to study a carved clay pot. The misthios rolled her eyes over her shoulder at the other woman. She had a hood pulled low and a robe covering her well made clothing.

“That defeats the purpose of looking in the market.” Kassandra said picking the pot up and turning it over. Aspasia spotted the worried expression on the merchants face as she rolled the merchandise around in her hands and subtly bumped into Kass as she walked past, smiling to herself as the misthios fumbled slightly and the merchant reached out. Kassandra shot her a look over the shoulder and Aspasia smiled sweetly back, her eyes shadowed by the hood. Kassandra put the pot down and thanked the merchant before grabbing Aspasia’s arm and dragging her away from the stalls angrily. “What is your problem?” Kassandra snapped angrily and Aspasia frowned slightly at the anger she was not expecting,

“I was just trying to have a little fun.” She murmured, slightly ashamed. “I knew you wouldn’t drop it.” Kassandra narrowed her eyes at the woman who rolled hers in return. “I am sorry. I will try to be more respectful, I do understand why we are shopping here.” Aspasia said, placing a hand gently on Kassandra’s arm who looked confused.

“What do you mean by that?” She questioned and this time Aspasia returned the look of confusion.

“Well I am aware that you don’t have a lot of -”

“Excuse me misthios.” A soft voice interrupted the two of them as a young boy - no older than 5 or 6 tugged Kassandra’s skirt. She crouched in front of him with a smile. 

“Yes little one?” She said sweetly. Aspasia smiled and laid a hand on the woman’s shoulder. The boy glanced between them shyly then pointed to a woman lying on her side on a dirty mat off the side of the road. Both she and the boy were stick thin and dirty.

“My mater is hungry.” He said sadly. “She says I have to be strong when she dies but I don’t want her to die.” He scuffed his foot against the ground. “She said you are a misthios and maybe you could help us.” Kassandra smiled gently at him and glanced up at Aspasia who nodded.

“I will give you some drachmae for food.” Aspasia said, pulling a pouch out but stopped as she watched Kassandra tip a pile drachmae into the boys hands from seemingly nowhere. He smiled and nodded in thanks before running back to his mother. Kassandra stood up and gave her companion a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“I hope that is enough for them.” She said worriedly. Aspasia frowned slightly.

“That was a lot of Drachmae.” She noted. “Are you sure you are able to give that much?” Kassandra frowned at her. 

“Of course. They need it more than me.” She said defensively. Aspasia looked at her for a moment with affection, leaning up to give her a long kiss on the lips. “You are acting very strangely, Aspasia.” Kassandra whispered. Aspasia smiled slightly.

“Let us hurry and we will get what you needed.” The aristocrat demanded and Kassandra sighed. She was still as bossy as ever. She grabbed her hand and begun leading her through the crowds to the blacksmith who looked up and beamed at them.

“Ah Kassandra! You have returned at last!” He bellowed and clapped Kassandra’s hand in a rough handshake. “Your bow is all fixed and upgraded for you. I added a little extra to help it IGNITE-” The blacksmith raised his voice and made an explosive gesture with his hands “-Your arrows.” Aspasia frowned slightly, knowing just how much blacksmiths changed for upgrades. Kassandra looked at the bow with glowing eyes - a wide grin showing her excitement. She gripped the bow and held it up studying it.

“This would have to be your finest work yet!” She exclaimed. “How much do i owe you?” She said and Aspasia quickly grabbed out her pouch. She knew Kassandra would not be able to afford such an upgrade. 

“$8000 drachmae misthios.” The blacksmith said. Kassandra and Aspasia’s jaws both dropped slightly.

“Surely you can lower-”

“Is that all?” Both women spoke at the same time - Aspasia stopping mid sentence and Kassandra throwing her a look. The blacksmith glanced between the two of them. “Aspasia, that is a very, very reasonable price for what i requested.” She said quietly, frowning slightly as she pulled out a pouch that was tied in under her spear. It was a large and bulging with coins. Aspasia felt her eyes widen in astonishment as Kassandra poured the pouch onto the blacksmiths table and pushed it toward him. 

“Ah misthios - overpaying as usual! Truly you feed my family with your generosity.” The blacksmith said, scraping the thousands worth of Drachmae into his own bag. 

“I will be back tomorrow for my sword and new greaves as well.” She said as she turned and walked off. Aspasia followed quickly and grabbed her arm stopping her. Kassandra shrugged it off and turned around in slight frustration.

“Aspasia, you are truly acting strange today. If you really do not want to be here then you are free to go anytime.” She snapped. 

“How much Drachmae do you have?” Aspasia asked, unable to keep her astonishment out of her voice. Kassandra frowned.

“I don’t know why that matters?” She said and glanced up for a moment, seemingly counting in her head for a few moments. Aspasia was in shock during the silence. “After today’s expense i would estimate about 50.” She said. Aspasia let out a laugh in relief, before her face turned to concern.

“But how will you pay for your greaves and sword tomorrow with only 50 drachmae?” She queried. Kassandra bent down and waved her hand in front of Aspasia’s eyes as if to see if she was vacant.

“50 THOUSAND Drachmae, Aspasia.” She corrected before laughing. “You thought I only had 50 drachmae??” Aspasia stared in shock for a moment before walking away and sitting down on the closest bench. Kassandra followed, still laughing.

“I thought you were perhaps hard pressed for drachmae.” Aspasia admitted quietly. “Given your background.” She could feel her face going slightly red in embarrassment. Kassandra stopped laughing and tilted her chin up, trying to catch the other woman’s avoiding gaze.

“Is that why you were trying to be so understanding of me coming to the market?” She asked gently. Aspasia gave her a cold look.

“Yes.” She snapped. “Now I feel like an idiot for thinking this entire time that you were a poor misthios. Perhaps I should rescind my offer for you to stay at my villa when you could obviously afford your own accommodation.” She said coldly. Kassandra could tell Aspasia felt embarrassed and ashamed and something else… threatened? She moved her face closer teasing Aspasia lips with a very light brush of her lips.

“But then you would not get to enjoy my company every night.” She murmured. Aspasia smiled coldly, caressing her cheek.

“I am surprised you haven’t offered to pay me for my services, misthios.” She replied and Kassandra felt the ice shard to her chest and frowned.

“I did not realise my money posed such a big threat to you, Aspasia.” She murmured, leaning away slightly. “I personally prefer not to pay for my company but if all of this was simply a charity gift then I don’t wish for it at all.” She stood up and began walking away. Aspasia regretted her harsh words the moment they had come out. She hadn’t understood herself at that moment why she felt so upset by the reveal. 

“Kassandra, wait!” She called out and leapt forward, wrapping her arms around the misthios waist and pressed her forehead into the woman’s back. They stood that way in silence for a moment. “It’s not the money that I am upset about.” She murmured. “It was that you didn’t tell me.” Kassandra turned around to face her, moving Aspasias arms so they stayed wrapped around her waist. 

“It was not a topic that ever came up. I did not think it was important.” She responded. “Besides, when we are together we do not end up talking much.” She muttered. Aspsaia glanced up at her. The misthios face was slightly red and she seemed nervous.

“Perhaps we should talk more then.” She ventured and Kassandra leant down to kiss her lightly. 

“I think it would be good for us.” She murmured. Aspasia felt her heart skip slightly at the word “us”, feeling both dread and excitement.     

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(apparently I can’t just write fluffy things lol i gotta throw angst in, im so sorry)

[lankydoodlelukey]

the soul tattoo - fourteen

pairing: Luke/Reader (Y/N)

rating: PG-13: cursing, mentions of sex, etc etc 

word count:  a nice long 3k to apologize for taking two years to give you the next part of this story...

summary: If one day you woke up with a random tattoo on your body, you were destined to meet your soulmate soon. When (Y/N) finally gets her soul tattoo, she’s in for a shock when she finds out who her soulmate is.

masterlist // the soul tattoo season 1 recap

Luke’s POV

I expected my life were to get better the second (Y/N) was out of the picture. But I was wrong. I thought that if I made her feel the hurt I felt every time I saw her and Michael together, things would feel “even” between us. But as I lay in my bed, alone and staring at the ceiling, I wondered why I even felt this way. (Y/N) was not my soulmate, yet it almost felt like she was. I debated with this back and forth for hours. Before I knew it, it was four in the morning. We were to leave for the last leg of the North American tour in a few hours. I sighed. Why was (Y/N) the only thing running through my head?

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Once the plane took off into the sky, I really thought that I would be in a better head space. Being on stage was where I was happiest. Seeing all the fans in the audience singing along to our songs and having a great time made each day of being in this band so much more worth it. I was excited to get away from all the soulmate drama. But when we hit the first city, I was distracted. I was missing my cues, forgetting lyrics, tripping over myself and completely forgetting the choreography we had during some of the songs.

 At first, I thought I was just having an off day, but it soon became a frequent occurrence at the following shows. I was off my game just because I couldn’t get a girl out of my damn head. It didn’t help that every time I tried to hang with the boys during our free time, they would all be on the phone facetiming with (Y/N). A few times, I even heard her ask for me, but I refused to see/talk to her. I couldn’t bear it. People were starting to notice that something was up. I had to dissuade everyone and just tell them that tour life was getting to me, but deep down I’m sure everyone knew that wasn’t it.  

The tour continued on for a month and a half. My soulmate had asked to come and visit me on tour, but I declined. I told her that I would see her when I got back. I still couldn’t understand why I was being pulled in (Y/N)’s direction and away from my soulmate. None of this made any sense. I felt like I was losing it. I found myself having dreams about (Y/N). In the dreams, she was my soulmate. We spoke about music and our dreams. With her I didn’t feel empty. I didn’t feel like an object. I felt whole.

The only person that knew about what I was going through on tour was Ashton. A couple of years ago, Ashton had thought he found his soulmate, but the job made it hard for him and his soulmate to be together. It was one of those rare cases, but both of their soul tattoos faded. They fell out of love quicker than they could fall back in love and restore everything. It was a hard time for Ash. There was a moment when he just wanted to leave the band because the pain was unbearable. We all convinced him that leaving the band wouldn’t help him. The boys and I were there for him during that hard time.

A week into the last leg of the tour, Ashton came up to me and asked what’s wrong.

“I don’t know, mate. My head is all over the place. I can’t get her out of my mind,” I said with a sigh. Ashton laughed.

“Luke, it’s perfectly okay to miss your soulmate!” He said, patting me on the back. I shook my head.

“That’s the thing, Ash. I wasn’t talking about my soulmate. I was talking about (Y/N),” I whispered. Ashton became quiet. He sat down next to me. We were in our hotel rooms, a couple of hours before our show in Atlanta. Calum and Michael were out exploring the city.

“Did you and (Y/N)…?” Ashton inquired. I scoffed.

“No, nothing happened. I would never do something like that, especially to Michael, or my soulmate, for that matter,” I said. “But, Ash. I’m telling you, the first time I met her, I just knew. I thought I knew when I first met my soulmate. But when I met (Y/N), I never felt anything like it before. It actually physically hurt me to see Michael with her.” I put my head in my hands and rubbed my forehead in frustration. “But I just can’t seem to find a reason why I feel this way. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Ashton laughed. I looked up from my hands and gave him an agitated look. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that… that explains everything. It explains why you’ve been such a dick to her and why you refuse to see or talk to her. And why you decided to turn into a rabbit before tour and fuck your soulmate so obnoxiously,” Ashton said with a hint of a tease.

“Will you shut up about that?” I groan, slumping in my seat.

“So what does this mean?” Ashton asked. “Is (Y/N) your real soulmate?”

“You’re just as lost as I am, mate,” I said.

“Well, we have about less than a month and a half till tour is over. We leave for Bali a week after that and Mikey just told me (Y/N) is coming with. Can you get your feelings in check by then?”

“Oh, for fucks sake. (Y/N) is coming to Bali too?”

“I would be surprised if she didn’t…” Ashton said, trailing off.

“Great. This is just great. How do you just forget your feelings for someone you feel so strongly about?” I ask aloud. Ashton sighs as he stands. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. If not, write a song,” he says with a shrug and walks towards his room.

I sigh. This is going to be harder than I thought.

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(Y/N)’s POV

The boys are almost back! It’s crazy to think that almost two months has gone by. To getting my soul tattoo, to being Michael’s girlfriend, it’s clearly been an intense two months. Now the boys are days from leaving tour and we’re set to leave for Bali in less than a week.

I was nervous. A few weeks ago, Michael had asked me to join him and the boys and all their friends. We were facetiming one night and he just blurted it out. At first, I was skeptical of the idea, but since graduating university, I hardly took days off for myself. I worked my ass off every day. I told Michael I would love to go, but I had to find out from my boss if I could go before I committed to anything.

I first brought it up to (Y/F/N) and her reaction was different than I expected. I figured she was gonna dissuade me from going.

“YES! Oh my god! Yes, you should go. Bali is gorgeous and you’ll have so much fun. You deserve a vacation, dude. I’m so jealous,” she said excitedly.

“Why don’t you come with us?” I asked. “You’ve already met Michael and you guys seem to have gotten along. Plus, it’ll be fun if we went on this trip together. It is a friendcation after all!” If (Y/F/N) came with me, I would ultimately feel so much better. She would help put me at ease having to see Luke and his soulmate together. I knew that I really needed to decide what I wanted to do with Luke. Tell him the truth or let it be? Despite me trying to deny it, I knew I still liked Luke. Having (Y/F/N) there with me would also help stop me from doing anything stupid, especially when there was a 100 percent chance tequila would be involved.

“I dunno, dude. I’d have to call off a whole week from work.” I saw her mind working as she tried to mull over the idea of going to Bali. “I wish Michael had asked you a month before and not a few weeks before they leave.”

I grabbed her shoulders and shook them. “(Y/F/N), PLEASE! There’s no way I can go on this trip without you! The hotel will be free because the boys are paying. I’ll pay for your plane ticket! C’MON!!!!!” I exclaimed.

“I’ll think about it…” she trailed off. I collapsed into my pillows and groaned in frustration.

“UGH. Why are you like this?” I sighed.

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I eventually convinced (Y/F/N) to come on this trip with me. Her now fiancé wasn’t too happy about the fact that we were going on a vacation with a bunch of dudes, so he decided to tag along too. I was a little peeved, but at the same time, this entire trip was basically a couple’s trip. Me and Mikey, (Y/F/N) and her fiancé, Luke and his soulmate, Ashton and Cal with girls they met on tour, and a few of their band buddies and their girls. It was going to either be a giant party or a huge orgy... I was hoping it was the former instead of the latter.

When I told Mikey of our plans, he was so excited. I had called him the second I got the okay from my boss.

“Wait, really!? You can come?” He asked, excitedly. I laughed.

“Yes, Mikey! I can come with you to Bali!” I squealed. I could hear him jumping up and down in excitement. I had already started Pinteresting pics of Bali and things we could do and outfits I needed to buy for the trip. Michael was already sweet enough to cover my flight tickets and hotel rooms.

Now two weeks later, the boys were finally back. I was physically and emotionally prepping for this moment since Mikey had asked me to join them on their Bali trip. I had decided that after this trip, I was going to tell him the truth about my tattoo. I was scared, but he deserved to know. It gave me a lot of anxiety not knowing how he was going to react. I went too long not telling anyone and that is a mistake I regret making. If this backfires and he’s ends being upset, then I’m just going to have to face the consequences. I deserve that.

I was at work when I got a text from Michael.

HELLO, I AM BACK IN LA. WHERE ARE YOU AND WHY AREN’T YOU NEXT TO ME, the message read. I giggled.

I’m at work u idiot. I’m off at five pick me up for dinner? I responded.

LOL MY BAD YEAH I’LL COME GET YOU THEN

WHY ARE YOU YELLING I replied.

IDK IM REALLY EXCITED IM SORRY AJJDNEFAOIJDOAIH

I laughed. My little goofball. The laughter was soon gone the second I remembered what I planned to tell him after Bali. God, I couldn’t do this to him. How could I let myself be so stupid and drag this along? I shook it off. It’s fine. Less than a week till Bali, I can do this.

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Luke’s POV

We were back in LA. We leave for Bali next week. I was excited to be back, but I was a wreck. The entire last days of tour, I thought I was going to be able to get (Y/N) off my mind, but the closer the date came to getting back to LA, the more I had dreams about her. She was taking up my entire brain and I hated it.

The second we landed I called up my soulmate. We got in a good fuck. She thought I just missed her, but deep down we both knew that this relationship had become purely sexual. If anything, she was a distraction. I felt awful for using her, but I felt worse thinking about (Y/N) with Michael. My life had suddenly turned into a live version of Jesse’s Girl. But since (Y/N’s) coming with us to Bali, I had to have something or someone to get her off my mind. We all know I do stupid shit, especially when there’s alcohol involved.

I tried to convince the guys to just make this a boy’s trip, but they all complained that they had already invited their girls to come with us. It was too late and I had to suck it up. As much as my soulmate and I had nothing to talk about anymore, at least we had something we could do with each other. Each day I spend with her, I realize how much we aren’t meant to be for each other. Coming back from tour and seeing her again in person confirmed that, even if the sex was great.

After my soulmate fell asleep, I put on a pair of sweatpants and walked to my balcony. I closed the door behind me and called my mum.

“Hey mum.”

“Hi sweetie! How was the flight?” She asked.

“Just fine, mum. We’re back in our LA house right now,” I said.

“Oh, that’s great! How are you? You sound down, baby.”

I sighed. My mum always knew something was up without me having to say anything about it. “I’m okay. Things could be better. I’m still so conflicted about my soulmate. She just doesn’t seem like the right girl.” I look through the glass doors to see my soulmate fast asleep on my bed, her bright red hair sprawled out around her, a huge contrast against the pearly white pillows I had. She seemed so quiet and innocent when she was asleep – completely opposite to how she was when she was awake.

“Honestly, Luke, the second you told me about her, I knew something was wrong. I know you wanted to give her a chance, but you sound miserable.”

“I know. I feel miserable. Do you remember that other girl I was telling you about?”

“Oh, yes! (Y/N)! The one dating Michael?” She asked.

“Yes, that’s her. I still think she may be my real soulmate, mum.”

“Luke, sweetheart, I’m only going to say this once because I’m your mum. Get your shit together. If you’re unhappy with your soulmate, then break up with her. Just because she may be your soulmate, it doesn’t mean you’re obligated to be with her. I want you to be happy, baby. But you can’t do that if you force yourself to love someone we all know you do not love.”

“What… Mum!?” I was shocked, my mum was never forward like this.

“I’m sorry, love. You’ve been calling me about this situation for weeks now. It’s been two months since you got your soul tattoo. I know you think that you’re going to have this great big love like your father and I - I’m more than sure you’ll have it soon, but clearly this woman who’s claiming to be your soulmate, isn’t making you happy and that’s fine. That just means she isn’t the one for you. Tell her how you feel. In the long run, you’ll both feel better about it.”

I was quiet for a moment. I hated that she was right. But all of what she said was true. I was too afraid to face how I really felt. I denied everything wrong with my soulmate because I thought it was right, because some unwritten rule somewhere said that I had to fall in love with my soulmate. It’s very rare, but sometimes these things just don’t work out. I had to face the facts one way or another.

Once I got off the phone with my mum, I went back to bed. I was so caught up with jet lag when we landed, but once in bed, I couldn’t sleep. I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, just thinking. My soulmate was fast asleep next to me. I looked at her for a moment. She was beautiful and she was fun to be around sometimes, but deep down I knew she wasn’t my girl.

Hours later, I decided that after our trip to Bali, I was going to end things with her. I knew that that wasn’t how this whole soulmate shit is supposed to work, but I couldn’t bear another day being with her. I could tell that even the boys were starting to get irritated with her. They were just too scared or too nice to say anything to me about it. So that was the plan. Bali is in a few days. I just had to figure out how I was going to tell her and if I was going to confess my true feelings to (Y/N) after that.

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yeeeeeet I finally gave you guys another part! I have to admit, I’m so freaking nervous about this. My heart is beating and my hands are shaking as I type this. I have written and edited and re-edited and re-re-edited this part and the following parts so many times. I knew that I couldn’t hold onto them anymore, so here it is. The only explanation I have for taking so long is this: life gets in the way and there’s nothing you can really do about it. Once time passed and I figured it was time to get back to this, a year had come and gone. I simply lost the inspiration to write. But here we are, two years later and I finally have the next 13 or so chapters ready for your eyes to read. 

I hope you love it. 

{r.h.} 

[girlcrushchaeng]

Pastel pink — 2YEON

Title: Pastel pink Pairing: 2YEON [Im Nayeon/Yoo Jeongyeon] Fandom: TWICE Genre: Romance, drama, fluff Summary:  Having a crush is hard, but having your crush not notice you is even harder. Im Nayeon, specialized in flirting, somehow couldn't get attention of the girl who had long ago stolen her heart. Day after day she tries to get Jeongyeon's attention but everytime she gets rejected. After a while, all of her bottled up frustrations lead to a fight that resulted into a drastic change in their relationship. Both girls are shaken with their feelings after a heated kiss... Word count: 5000 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes, I am not a native english speaker.

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

“Oh my God, Yoo Jeongyeon, you’re unbelievable!” Angrily, Nayeon stamped out of the room, her hands clenched in fists. Jeongyeon, helpless as usual, looked her best friend walk away in rage. Momo gave her a quick nudge to go after her and she did, albeit with a sigh. It had gotten awkwardly silent between the remaining eight girls, none of them exactly knowing what had caused the eldest’s outburst. Jeongyeon stood up, her cheeks reddening slightly, as seven pairs of eyes poked in her back. She walked after Nayeon, who had slammed the door to her bedroom shut with a loud bang. A part of her wondered if it wasn’t just safer to just stay outside... With another sigh, she opened the door, finding Nayeon laying in her bed, her knees pulled up to her belly and her arms wrapped around them. For a split second, Jeongyeon reckoned she was crying, but as soon as she lifted her head, she was proved wrong. Nayeon stared at angrily at her. She closed the door and shut it carefully. Of course, the rest of the girls would be closely listening, but it made her feel a bit more secure. At the same time: she was now trapped in a room with her best friend who almost looked at her loathingly. Nayeon had never looked at her like that and the fact that she didn’t even know what she had done wrong was even more confusing to her. “Honestly, Nayeon, I have no clue what’s going on-” she started, hoping to ease her friend a bit – perhaps, if she could explain what this was about, they could work it out. That backfired hard when Nayeon got up and looked with eyes burning of fury. “Exactly, you never have an idea about what’s going on,” she hissed. Jeongyeon frowned. “I’m trying to make it up to you here, but if I don’t know what I did wrong then I don’t know what to do,” she tried. Nayeon turned around with an annoyed huff and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Jeongyeon let out a sigh. “You’re pretty hard to please, you know,” she eventually added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood... Let’s just say that Jeongyeon wasn’t the best when it came to communicating. Nayeon turned around, her eyes filled with fire, and strode towards her with three steps so quick that Jeongyeon had no time to respond. Before she knew what was happening, Nayeon stood only half a meter away, pointing at her chest with a finger that shook of anger. In fear, she stepped backwards, but Nayeon simply closed the gap by walking forwards until Jeongyeon’s back hit the wall. “I am hard to please? Are you kidding me?” she yelled. “Ssssh, the others-” “I don’t fucking care! I am not hard to please, Yoo Jeongyeon! You’re just incapable of noticing things!” she went on, causing Jeongyeon to cringe at the loudness of her voice. “Do you honestly have no idea what I’m talking about? Literally, none?” Jeongyeon opened her mouth to object, but she closed it again. She indeed had no idea what Nayeon was going on about. And normally, that would be very surprising. Nayeon was her best friend and she could read her like a book. At least, the bigger lines. Whatever Nayeon was upset about right now had probably been really subtle and in her enthusiasm, Jeongyeon often forgot to pay attention to the little details. “Just tell me, then!” she replied, raising her voice as well. By now, she was getting annoyed as well. She just wanted to help. “I can’t!” Nayeon bellowed back. Jeongyeon snorted. “Then how on earth am I supposed to know what the hell is going on, hmm?” she asked sceptically. “If you can’t even tell yourself then how am I supposed to tell?” Nayeon fell silent for a moment, obviously turning her even angrier now that Jeongyeon had her caught with one of her witty comments. “I do know what’s going on, it’s just that I can’t talk about it out loud,” she eventually said, turning away her gaze. Jeongyeon rose one of her eyebrows. “So, it’s embarrassing, then?” she concluded. Nayeon shot her a look that was hard to identify but her best friend knew her well enough that she had tipped the curtain. “It’s not supposed to be. But you made it by not noticing me!” she said in defense. Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. “Why not? Just tell me! I won’t laugh, I promise.” “I can’t!” “Then show me,” she suggested. Nayeon’s fierce gaze softened a bit and for a moment, all she could do was stare at the other girl in hesitation. The short-haired girl raised her eyebrows in anticipation of her reaction. “Okay,” she eventually said slowly. With her teeth, she caught her lower lip and chewed on it for a moment. When she let it go, her gaze had turned confident. Jeongyeon had seen that type of look in her eyes a dozen times; it was her stage-look, the look that indicated that she was going to do what she wanted to do, no matter the consequences. Nayeon stepped forwards and Jeongyeon let her, only realizing too late that that was exactly what Nayeon wanted. And with the wall pressing up against her back, there was no way to go. Their gaze locked for a split second, Jeongyeon hopelessly trying to send enough signals to express her worry when Nayeon kept coming closer. Her friend ignored her, though. Instead, her eyes were focused on her lips. Nayeon’s hands folded around her face and she brought up her face. Jeongyeon was petrified, her heart beating faster with every inch that Nayeon came closer. The blonde was a few centimeters taller than Nayeon was, meaning that Nayeon was obliged to lift her chin a little bit. Jeongyeon could feel her breath on her lips and a shudder ran through her body, all the way from her spine to the tips of her fingers and toes. She hoped this was just one of Nayeon’s jokes to try and make her uncomfortable, but something said her that the way her friend was closing the gap between them was too intimate to be a joke. Their lips met in a flurry of softness. Nayeon closed her eyes, but Jeongyeon was too shocked to do so. With her breath caught in her throat, she looked down on the older girl kissing her, her hands still around her face, her lips pressed up to hers like soft pillows. The strong, sweet scent of her perfume entered her nose and made her dizzy, which didn’t at all help to make her decide whether to push Nayeon away or let her be. Her body was shaking, her arms awkwardly by her side. Seconds passed and Jeongyeon was still too flabbergasted to respond. The kiss was one-sided and she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Nayeon’s hands moved from her face to her shoulders and she was ready to pull back; already getting the message that Jeongyeon didn’t like her. Their lips disconnected at the moment the taller girl was finally able to respond to the situation. Nayeon was already bowing back, distancing herself from her friend emotionally as well as physically when Jeongyeon pulled her back. It felt as if an invisible force guided her body and even if she could think of any objections right now, it wouldn’t have made a difference. Jeongyeon’s arm slid around Nayeon’s waist and almost hungrily she pushed her lips back upon hers. Whilst Nayeon’s kiss had been calculated and had been so soft that Jeongyeon had wondered half of the time if she wasn’t dreaming, their lips now collided harder, causing their front teeth to bump together. For the first time, Jeongyeon’s eyes fluttered shut. Nayeon, overmastered by the sudden turn of events, had trouble adjusting. She was quick to catch up, however, and within seconds their lips slid over each other’s as if they were made to do so. Nayeon’s arms curled around her neck, pulling her closer. Jeongyeon was still a bit wary, but it didn’t take long for her to find Nayeon’s hips. When the need of oxygen became too much, Jeongyeon pulled away. Panting, she stared confusedly at the girl who still had her arms wrapped around her neck. Nayeon’s lips had turned a slightly darker, being now perfectly pastel pink, and had swollen from the kiss. Her eyes were large as well, albeit rather in awe than confusion. Nayeon closed her mouth and swallowed audibly, not sure what to do now. And even though Jeongyeon might seem like the person who would take the lead at moments like these, she just stood there, frozen, like a statue. Unlike Nayeon, she had barely ever acted upon her crushes like this. She didn’t have the balls to walk up to someone and confess to them, one way or another, and kiss them. And right now, she had no idea what was supposed to happen now. In a drama, this would be the moment in which the main couple would come together. And even though their life was much like a drama, Jeongyeon didn’t feel at all confident like the male lead and right now, she just wanted to run away. “I-I have to go,” she blurted out. The taller girl freed herself from Nayeon’s arms and rushed out of the room. When she opened the door, she noticed Momo and Chaeyoung stir a few meters away, trying to look as innocent as possible, getting themselves something to drink and acting as if they hadn’t eavesdropped. Jeongyeon tried to ignore the staring eyes from the members as she walked towards her roommate, dragged her away from the fridge and back into their own room. As she slammed the door shut, she saw Nayeon leave her own room with blushed cheeks. “What?” Momo said, as soon as Jeongyeon had secured the door. “Something happened,” Jeongyeon breathed, still a bit out of breath. Momo rolled her eyes. “Yeah, duh. You had a fight with Nayeon. I gotta say, she is a feisty one but she has never gotten mad like that. You must’ve really screwed up,” she said. “What did you do?” “Nothing,” Jeongyeon murmered. “I did nothing.” “So, she got mad at you because she likes to get mad at you? Sounds like something Tzuyu would do.” “No… She got mad at me for doing nothing, for noticing nothing,” she explained. With red cheeks, she sat down on their bed. Momo eyed her from across the room, furrowing her eyebrows. “Explain.” Suddenly, it felt very awkward to talk about it. It had been something intimate between the two of them and honestly, she had a feeling that Momo would start to make fun of her as soon as she admitted she had kissed Nayeon. Either that, or turn away in disgust. Overall, they were very comfortable with skinship, but actual kissing was something else, especially because Jeongyeon hadn’t just let it happen – she had actually kissed her back. “How do you notice someone is in love?” “Nayeon is in love?!” her friend immediately blurted out, causing Jeongyeon to shush her immediately. “Who is it? Which man stole her heart?” She took a deep sigh. “I did.” Momo stared at her for a moment, then burst out in laughter. Jeongyeon watched her best friend in annoyance as she laughed, clutching her belly, with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yah!” she eventually called out irritated. “What’s so funny?” “You didn’t know?” Momo managed to get out, in between her stifled chuckles. “I thought you knew!” “Did you know?” “Of course I did. You don’t have to be an expert to see that she’s head over heels for you and has been trying for ages to get you to notice her!” Momo grinned. “She didn’t tell me directly but I have seen her and Jihyo whisper with each other quite a lot of times. I eventually asked Sana and she had been long on her track before I was. I suppose only the maknaes don’t know, since I told Mina about my speculations. It wouldn’t surprise me that Chaeyoung has figured it out on her own and Tzuyu eavesdropped on one of us.” “And you didn’t bother to tell me?” Jeongyeon grimaced. Momo shrugged apologetically, although her big grin covering her face told her that she wasn’t quite sorry at all. “I thought you knew but that you had rejected her or something. Now it makes sense why Nayeon didn’t stop trying. I know she’s persistent but even she will back off if someone tells her that they don’t feel the same way. She still has some sort of pride, you know.” Jeongyeon sighed and rubbed with her fingers in her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. She let herself fall backwards onto the bed, facing the ceiling. Momo watched her and eventually laid down next to her. “So, what happened, then?” her friend eventually asked. “Well, she was angry with me for – you know – not noticing her attempts to flirt with me, but she wouldn’t tell me directly. I kind of made the mistake to tell her that she should show me if she couldn’t tell me and she kissed me…” “Oh my God,” Momo murmured. “-that’s so Nayeon, it seems like a scene straight from a drama!” Jeongyeon murmured in agreeance. “And, what happened next?” “I couldn’t kiss her back the first time, so-” “YOU KISSED TWICE?” Momo interrupted her excitedly, causing Jeongyeon to shoot her an angry glance. Momo signed that she’d be silent. “I don’t know, I was just terrified about what was happening. When she bowed back, I took her hand and kissed her again. After that, I freaked out and ran away. I found you and well, here we are.” “You’re just as bad as Nayeon, you know? Y’all should stop watching so many dramas,” Momo commented. Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to.” “Then why did you? If you don’t like her, why did you kiss her back?” her friend asked her, with a sharpness in her voice that made Jeongyeon look up. “You know, it’s a real douchebag move to kiss her if she’s in love with you and you don’t feel anything for her.” “I didn’t do it because I wanted to hurt her,” she defended herself. “I don’t know why I did it.” Momo sighed and rolled her eyes. “Better figure it out then, my friend. Knowing Nayeon, she’ll soon approach you again, either for more or for an explanation.” Jeongyeon rolled over to her belly and buried her face in the soft, pastel pink sheets of their bed. “I know…” In fact, Nayeon came back sooner than expected. The following day, something had shifted between the group. Jihyo looked at her with almost blaming eyes. Jeongyeon guessed she was well aware of the situation and how badly she fucked up. She couldn’t meet their leader’s eyes that day. On top of that, Jihyo didn’t seem to leave Nayeon alone, who wouldn’t look at her at all. She completely ignored her existence. Jeongyeon was used to Nayeon ignoring her – normally, she would’ve done that after their teasing got too intense and she had gotten a bit agitated with her, but often that only took an hour or two before she was herself again – but this time she felt really awkward under it. This wasn’t some simple teasing or a joke gone too far. It was serious and real. Momo didn’t seem to mind it much, but she did notice Mina and Sana whispering to each other now and then. She guessed that Momo had told her girlfriend about the new situation and Sana had sensed that something was going on as well. The only persons who didn’t seem to know what was going on were the maknaes. But then again, they were at school most of the day – except for Dahyun – and were too tired to pay much attention to the on-going silent war between Nayeon and Jeongyeon. Yet, Chaeyoung could read Jeongyeon like a book and the younger girl had given her some knowing gazes to which Jeongyeon could conclude she was aware of the situation. Jeongyeon tried to connect with her best friend again, but every time she tried to get closer to her, Jihyo snatched her away, or one of the other girls unawarely caused her plan to fail. During dinner, when Nayeon had asked someone to pass the kimchi, Jeongyeon had taken the bowl and reached it to her. The look Nayeon had given her – almost utter fear – had caused Jeongyeon to shrink with shame. Nayeon had quietly taken the bowl, muttering a ‘thank you’, avoiding her eyes. Jeongyeon had wanted to get up from her chair and do something, just to get a reaction out of her that wasn’t awkward. But instead, they just sat at the dinner table, with heavy hearts and their lower lips caught between their teeth. Jeongyeon had already decided to do something about the situation soon, but Nayeon took the matter in her own hands. That evening, around an hour or two at night, she heard soft knocking on the door. Jeongyeon, disturbed by the sound, looked up, knowing fully well that Momo would never knock on their door and would simply barge in, just like many of the other members. On top of that, she had already texted that she’d probably crash in Mina’s bed for the night. Nowadays the two girls shared a bed quite a lot, leaving Jeongyeon with an incredible amount of space. The only person who would knock on the door would be Nayeon – or perhaps Tzuyu but she knew their youngest went to bed early on a school day. She got up from the bed and opened the door. Her best friend stood there, in her white-yellow bunny onesie, hopping on one foot to the other because she was cold. When Jeongyeon opened the door, she looked up almost in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected her to actually open the door. “Can I come in?” she asked. To answer her question, the taller girl stepped aside to let her pass. Nayeon got into the room and Jeongyeon let the door fall shut. A silence settled between the two girls. Nayeon – obviously uncomfortable – averted her gaze to the ground, searching on anything that was interesting enough to keep her eyes on and therefore avoiding Jeongyeon’s look. She expected Nayeon to make the first step, since it was her after all who had come to her room. But the other girl seemed to not be able to. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice,” the blonde eventually said, causing her friend to look up. “I came to apologize,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to make our friendship so awkward. I really didn’t.” Nayeon sat down upon the bed and pulled up her knees, hugging them against her body. Jeongyeon watched her stare to the ground with an almost empty expression. She sat down next to her. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she mumbled. “You cannot control whom you like, I suppose.” “No, you don’t, but I could’ve been more… I don’t know, I could’ve tried harder to get over you.” Jeongyeon looked up and shook her head. “To truly get over someone, you have to distance yourself from them. It was impossible for you. We live together, we’re best friends-” “And now I ruined our friendship,” Nayeon added with a dark voice. “Admit it.” “No, it just means things will change.” “But I don’t want anything to change. I want us to be like we used to be, without us being afraid to touch each other. I want us to tease each other again and have our stupid love-hate relationship. I don’t want this, I don’t want to be in love with you and I hate myself for it because you don’t like me, even though you kissed me back. I could feel it, you know?” Jeongyeon bit her lip. A shaky sigh escaped her lips. The silence returned, more sweltry than ever. “How do you know how I feel?” she eventually muttered. Nayeon stirred, but didn’t look up. “What do you mean?” “You don’t know how I feel, or what I felt like when we kissed. You’re just assuming the worst right now and you’re almost trying your best to make your predictions happen just so you can punish yourself for following your heart.” Nayeon looked up and stared at her friend with an expression that was difficult to read. Jeongyeon stole a glance, although she had a hard time looking in those round puppy eyes. The brunette breathed louder than usual. “Don’t give me hope, Jeongyeon,” she eventually said, her voice as soft and squeaky as a mouse’s. “That’s even worse than heartbreak.” “I’m not giving you hope, I’m being honest,” Jeongyeon replied. “You should stop hurting yourself because of your feelings. You can’t control them.” “But I don’t know what to do anymore,” Nayeon forced out, tears appearing in her eyes. She tore her gaze away from Jeongyeon and buried it in the crook between her knees and her body, her shoulders shaking softly. There was no sound coming from her, but Jeongyeon noticed how her nails digged into the skin of her calves, which were just a little bit exposed under her onesie. Jeongyeon didn’t hesitate to pull her closer. Even if she hadn’t been conflicted by her own emotions, she would have done so; it was a natural reflex to seeing her friend upset. What had happened between them didn’t have anything to do with the hug. But the recent events did play a part in her stirring emotions and even though Jeongyeon didn’t like to admit it; her heart had been shaken when they had kissed. And even though she had never thought about having romantic feelings for Nayeon, the other girl has been on her mind the whole day today. And her sudden urge to pull her back and kiss her again was suspicious and set her off to think about what was actually happening to her. Shouldn’t she feel disgusted if she didn’t like Nayeon? Shouldn’t she feel bad about leading her on and had her trying for so long? Because she didn’t feel that way and that was even more confusing than Nayeon telling her that she was in love with her. And now that her best friend was leaning onto her shoulder, sobbing into her neck, the urge to lift her head and make her stop crying with a single touch of her lips. Eventually they laid down in the bed, the sheets pulled over their still entangled bodies. Jeongyeon had her arms wrapped around the brunette and Nayeon had curled herself up in a ball, with her face into the blonde’s pyjamas. The crying had stopped, but by the sniffling way of breathing, she still noticed that Nayeon wasn’t one hundred percent okay. Jeongyeon was on the urge of falling asleep when Nayeon looked up. “How do you feel about me then?” she asked, with a voice that was still shaking. “If it’s really bad, don’t tell me.” “I don’t know,” Jeongyeon answered immediately. “I really don’t know. I’m confused.” Nayeon looked back down and nodded. She propped herself up on her elbow. Their eyes met, hers still shiny of the tears that had fallen only moments ago. Jeongyeon caught herself shifting her gaze to her lips. Right now, she let herself do that, trying to get to gauge what was happening inside her body. And she found that as soon as her eyes had set on Nayeon’s lips, that they wouldn’t leave anymore. Her breath caught in her throat and she had to suppress the urge to place her hand on her cheek. “You didn't know what you felt like when you kissed me?” Nayeon specified, a frown appearing on her face. Jeongyeon shook her head. Her heart beated hard against her rib cage when their eyes met. Jeongyeon gulped, almost unable to look at her friend, hovering over her. “I was confused. I didn’t have time to pay attention to my feelings...” she muttered, almost in defense. Nayeon’s gaze eased, but confusion had gathered in her eyes. She took her time before she spoke. “Just say it,” she eventually breathed, her voice thick with nerves. Jeongyeon bit down on her lower lip. “Kiss me, again.” When the words left her mouth, it didn’t sound like her voice at all. Jeongyeon, being surprised of her own neediness, was still too overwhelmed to do anything more than to watch Nayeon bow down to her and press her lips ever so slightly upon hers. Her eyes closed automatically this time. Her heart jumped up and down, like an excited little kid, and her belly twisted and turned. She felt one of Nayeon’s hands cup her face as her soft lips worked on hers. Nayeon smelled sweet even without perfume and the scent was enough to drive her mad. It felt like kissing clouds. They were barely present on hers but it was enough to feel it, enough to want more. It was Jeongyeon who placed her hand in Nayeon’s neck – the other girl shivered at the touch – and deepened the kiss. She opened Nayeon’s mouth more with her own, letting their lips slide over each other like they had the first time they kissed. Nayeon obliged and swung one of her legs over Jeongyeon’s body, so that she was fully hovering over her. “Tell me… how you… feel,” Nayeon breathed against her lips, in between the kisses. The blonde was actually too busy to even think about her own feelings right now, let alone being able to speak. It took only a millisecond to realize that enjoying the kissing so much meant so much more than just craving to be loved – by anyone. Perhaps she had always liked Nayeon too, but she had just stuffed it away, explaining her attraction as mere platonic feelings. The last time she had had a relationship was back in high school with a boy. Falling for a boy was so much different than falling for a girl – let alone your best friend. On top of that, she wasn’t a high school student anymore and whilst she could have afforded to play around a little back then, she wasn’t able to do that now. Jeongyeon knew she needed to watch her words, but what came out felt like exactly the opposite. “I want more-” she muttered against Nayeon’s lips. “I like… I like you… I like you too…” The brunette pressed her lips more fiercely upon Jeongyeon’s, who replied with the same need. At a certain point, Nayeon even let out a small moan from the back of her throat. Jeongyeon was surprised at how much she liked the sound, especially now that it was generated by her actions. But in a house with seven other members to bother you, privacy didn’t last long… nor did secrets. Whilst Jeongyeon thought that her roommate had long fallen asleep in Mina’s bed, the door was kicked in by the athletic brunette a quarter after their kissing session had started. With Nayeon on top, Jeongyeon’s hands on her hips and their lips connected, breathing hard and fast against each other’s lips, there was no denying anymore that there was something more going on. Even in the half dark, Momo could clearly see what was happening. She froze in the doorway, watching the two girls get off each other as fast as they could. Nayeon’s cheeks had turned deeply red and she rushed out of the room immediately, not even able to say good-bye to either of them. Jeongyeon was left in the bed, her hair a bit ruffled, and a confused, shocked expression on her face. As soon as they heard the door to the other door slam shut – Jeongyeon reckoned that Nayeon would be interrogated by Jihyo, Mina and Sana as soon as she came in – Momo started to grin. She walked to the other side of the bed and held up the covers between her index finger and her thumb, as if she held up a dirty cloth. “Do we have to change the sheets?” she asked jokingly, causing Jeongyeon to push her teasingly. Momo started to chuckle. “So, you like her too?” her friend asked her. Jeongyeon let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment. The picture of Nayeon, after their first kiss, with her pastel pink lips, appeared in front of her eyes. She nodded, still keeping her eyes shut, wanting to enjoy the memory a little longer. When she opened them again, Momo was watching her. “I think I always did, I simply didn’t know.” Momo chuckled and shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Whenever you going to call me stupid in the future, I’m going to remind you to exactly this moment. Who on earth doesn’t realize they’re in love after having spent every day with them?” Jeongyeon chuckled. “You’re allowed to do that, because it was a pretty stupid move.” The girls laughed for a moment. But as Momo grew silent, falling asleep, Jeongyeon couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. Nayeon stayed on her mind that night and long after that.

[beautiful-liu]

Pastel Pink - 2YEON fanfiction

Title: Pastel Pink Pairing: 2YEON [Im Nayeon/Yoo Jeongyeon] Fandom: TWICE Genre: Fluff with a little angst Summary:  Having a crush is hard, but having your crush not notice you is even harder. Im Nayeon, specialized in flirting, somehow couldn't get attention of the girl who had long ago stolen her heart. Day after day she tries to get Jeongyeon's attention but everytime she gets rejected. After a while, all of her bottled up frustrations lead to a fight that resulted into a drastic change in their relationship. Both girls are shaken with their feelings after a heated kiss... Word count: 4900 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes.

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“Oh my God, Yoo Jeongyeon, you’re unbelievable!” Angrily, Nayeon stamped out of the room, her hands clenched in fists. Jeongyeon, helpless as usual, looked her best friend walk away in rage. Momo gave her a quick nudge to go after her and she did, albeit with a sigh. It had gotten awkwardly silent between the remaining eight girls, none of them exactly knowing what had caused the eldest’s outburst. Jeongyeon stood up, her cheeks reddening slightly, as seven pairs of eyes poked in her back. She walked after Nayeon, who had slammed the door to her bedroom shut with a loud bang. A part of her wondered if it wasn’t just safer to just stay outside... With another sigh, she opened the door, finding Nayeon laying in her bed, her knees pulled up to her belly and her arms wrapped around them. For a split second, Jeongyeon reckoned she was crying, but as soon as she lifted her head, she was proved wrong. Nayeon stared at angrily at her. She closed the door and shut it carefully. Of course, the rest of the girls would be closely listening, but it made her feel a bit more secure. At the same time: she was now trapped in a room with her best friend who almost looked at her loathingly. Nayeon had never looked at her like that and the fact that she didn’t even know what she had done wrong was even more confusing to her. “Honestly, Nayeon, I have no clue what’s going on-” she started, hoping to ease her friend a bit – perhaps, if she could explain what this was about, they could work it out. That backfired hard when Nayeon got up and looked with eyes burning of fury. “Exactly, you never have an idea about what’s going on,” she hissed. Jeongyeon frowned. “I’m trying to make it up to you here, but if I don’t know what I did wrong then I don’t know what to do,” she tried. Nayeon turned around with an annoyed huff and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Jeongyeon let out a sigh. “You’re pretty hard to please, you know,” she eventually added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood... Let’s just say that Jeongyeon wasn’t the best when it came to communicating. Nayeon turned around, her eyes filled with fire, and strode towards her with three steps so quick that Jeongyeon had no time to respond. Before she knew what was happening, Nayeon stood only half a meter away, pointing at her chest with a finger that shook of anger. In fear, she stepped backwards, but Nayeon simply closed the gap by walking forwards until Jeongyeon’s back hit the wall. “I am hard to please? Are you kidding me?” she yelled. “Ssssh, the others-” “I don’t fucking care! I am not hard to please, Yoo Jeongyeon! You’re just incapable of noticing things!” she went on, causing Jeongyeon to cringe at the loudness of her voice. “Do you honestly have no idea what I’m talking about? Literally, none?” Jeongyeon opened her mouth to object, but she closed it again. She indeed had no idea what Nayeon was going on about. And normally, that would be very surprising. Nayeon was her best friend and she could read her like a book. At least, the bigger lines. Whatever Nayeon was upset about right now had probably been really subtle and in her enthusiasm, Jeongyeon often forgot to pay attention to the little details. “Just tell me, then!” she replied, raising her voice as well. By now, she was getting annoyed as well. She just wanted to help. “I can’t!” Nayeon bellowed back. Jeongyeon snorted. “Then how on earth am I supposed to know what the hell is going on, hmm?” she asked sceptically. “If you can’t even tell yourself then how am I supposed to tell?” Nayeon fell silent for a moment, obviously turning her even angrier now that Jeongyeon had her caught with one of her witty comments. “I do know what’s going on, it’s just that I can’t talk about it out loud,” she eventually said, turning away her gaze. Jeongyeon rose one of her eyebrows. “So, it’s embarrassing, then?” she concluded. Nayeon shot her a look that was hard to identify but her best friend knew her well enough that she had tipped the curtain. “It’s not supposed to be. But you made it by not noticing me!” she said in defense. Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. “Why not? Just tell me! I won’t laugh, I promise.” “I can’t!” “Then show me,” she suggested. Nayeon’s fierce gaze softened a bit and for a moment, all she could do was stare at the other girl in hesitation. The short-haired girl raised her eyebrows in anticipation of her reaction. “Okay,” she eventually said slowly. With her teeth, she caught her lower lip and chewed on it for a moment. When she let it go, her gaze had turned confident. Jeongyeon had seen that type of look in her eyes a dozen times; it was her stage-look, the look that indicated that she was going to do what she wanted to do, no matter the consequences. Nayeon stepped forwards and Jeongyeon let her, only realizing too late that that was exactly what Nayeon wanted. And with the wall pressing up against her back, there was no way to go. Their gaze locked for a split second, Jeongyeon hopelessly trying to send enough signals to express her worry when Nayeon kept coming closer. Her friend ignored her, though. Instead, her eyes were focused on her lips. Nayeon’s hands folded around her face and she brought up her face. Jeongyeon was petrified, her heart beating faster with every inch that Nayeon came closer. The blonde was a few centimeters taller than Nayeon was, meaning that Nayeon was obliged to lift her chin a little bit. Jeongyeon could feel her breath on her lips and a shudder ran through her body, all the way from her spine to the tips of her fingers and toes. She hoped this was just one of Nayeon’s jokes to try and make her uncomfortable, but something said her that the way her friend was closing the gap between them was too intimate to be a joke. Their lips met in a flurry of softness. Nayeon closed her eyes, but Jeongyeon was too shocked to do so. With her breath caught in her throat, she looked down on the older girl kissing her, her hands still around her face, her lips pressed up to hers like soft pillows. The strong, sweet scent of her perfume entered her nose and made her dizzy, which didn’t at all help to make her decide whether to push Nayeon away or let her be. Her body was shaking, her arms awkwardly by her side. Seconds passed and Jeongyeon was still too flabbergasted to respond. The kiss was one-sided and she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Nayeon’s hands moved from her face to her shoulders and she was ready to pull back; already getting the message that Jeongyeon didn’t like her. Their lips disconnected at the moment the taller girl was finally able to respond to the situation. Nayeon was already bowing back, distancing herself from her friend emotionally as well as physically when Jeongyeon pulled her back. It felt as if an invisible force guided her body and even if she could think of any objections right now, it wouldn’t have made a difference. Jeongyeon’s arm slid around Nayeon’s waist and almost hungrily she pushed her lips back upon hers. Whilst Nayeon’s kiss had been calculated and had been so soft that Jeongyeon had wondered half of the time if she wasn’t dreaming, their lips now collided harder, causing their front teeth to bump together. For the first time, Jeongyeon’s eyes fluttered shut. Nayeon, overmastered by the sudden turn of events, had trouble adjusting. She was quick to catch up, however, and within seconds their lips slid over each other’s as if they were made to do so. Nayeon’s arms curled around her neck, pulling her closer. Jeongyeon was still a bit wary, but it didn’t take long for her to find Nayeon’s hips. When the need of oxygen became too much, Jeongyeon pulled away. Panting, she stared confusedly at the girl who still had her arms wrapped around her neck. Nayeon’s lips had turned a slightly darker, being now perfectly pastel pink, and had swollen from the kiss. Her eyes were large as well, albeit rather in awe than confusion. Nayeon closed her mouth and swallowed audibly, not sure what to do now. And even though Jeongyeon might seem like the person who would take the lead at moments like these, she just stood there, frozen, like a statue. Unlike Nayeon, she had barely ever acted upon her crushes like this. She didn’t have the balls to walk up to someone and confess to them, one way or another, and kiss them. And right now, she had no idea what was supposed to happen now. In a drama, this would be the moment in which the main couple would come together. And even though their life was much like a drama, Jeongyeon didn’t feel at all confident like the male lead and right now, she just wanted to run away. “I-I have to go,” she blurted out. The taller girl freed herself from Nayeon’s arms and rushed out of the room. When she opened the door, she noticed Momo and Chaeyoung stir a few meters away, trying to look as innocent as possible, getting themselves something to drink and acting as if they hadn’t eavesdropped. Jeongyeon tried to ignore the staring eyes from the members as she walked towards her roommate, dragged her away from the fridge and back into their own room. As she slammed the door shut, she saw Nayeon leave her own room with blushed cheeks. “What?” Momo said, as soon as Jeongyeon had secured the door. “Something happened,” Jeongyeon breathed, still a bit out of breath. Momo rolled her eyes. “Yeah, duh. You had a fight with Nayeon. I gotta say, she is a feisty one but she has never gotten mad like that. You must’ve really screwed up,” she said. “What did you do?” “Nothing,” Jeongyeon murmered. “I did nothing.” “So, she got mad at you because she likes to get mad at you? Sounds like something Tzuyu would do.” “No… She got mad at me for doing nothing, for noticing nothing,” she explained. With red cheeks, she sat down on their bed. Momo eyed her from across the room, furrowing her eyebrows. “Explain.” Suddenly, it felt very awkward to talk about it. It had been something intimate between the two of them and honestly, she had a feeling that Momo would start to make fun of her as soon as she admitted she had kissed Nayeon. Either that, or turn away in disgust. Overall, they were very comfortable with skinship, but actual kissing was something else, especially because Jeongyeon hadn’t just let it happen – she had actually kissed her back. “How do you notice someone is in love?” “Nayeon is in love?!” her friend immediately blurted out, causing Jeongyeon to shush her immediately. “Who is it? Which man stole her heart?” She took a deep sigh. “I did.” Momo stared at her for a moment, then burst out in laughter. Jeongyeon watched her best friend in annoyance as she laughed, clutching her belly, with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yah!” she eventually called out irritated. “What’s so funny?” “You didn’t know?” Momo managed to get out, in between her stifled chuckles. “I thought you knew!” “Did you know?” “Of course I did. You don’t have to be an expert to see that she’s head over heels for you and has been trying for ages to get you to notice her!” Momo grinned. “She didn’t tell me directly but I have seen her and Jihyo whisper with each other quite a lot of times. I eventually asked Sana and she had been long on her track before I was. I suppose only the maknaes don’t know, since I told Mina about my speculations. It wouldn’t surprise me that Chaeyoung has figured it out on her own and Tzuyu eavesdropped on one of us.” “And you didn’t bother to tell me?” Jeongyeon grimaced. Momo shrugged apologetically, although her big grin covering her face told her that she wasn’t quite sorry at all. “I thought you knew but that you had rejected her or something. Now it makes sense why Nayeon didn’t stop trying. I know she’s persistent but even she will back off if someone tells her that they don’t feel the same way. She still has some sort of pride, you know.” Jeongyeon sighed and rubbed with her fingers in her eyes, suddenly feeling tired. She let herself fall backwards onto the bed, facing the ceiling. Momo watched her and eventually laid down next to her. “So, what happened, then?” her friend eventually asked. “Well, she was angry with me for – you know – not noticing her attempts to flirt with me, but she wouldn’t tell me directly. I kind of made the mistake to tell her that she should show me if she couldn’t tell me and she kissed me…” “Oh my God,” Momo murmured. “-that’s so Nayeon, it seems like a scene straight from a drama!” Jeongyeon murmured in agreeance. “And, what happened next?” “I couldn’t kiss her back the first time, so-” “YOU KISSED TWICE?” Momo interrupted her excitedly, causing Jeongyeon to shoot her an angry glance. Momo signed that she’d be silent. “I don’t know, I was just terrified about what was happening. When she bowed back, I took her hand and kissed her again. After that, I freaked out and ran away. I found you and well, here we are.” “You’re just as bad as Nayeon, you know? Y’all should stop watching so many dramas,” Momo commented. Jeongyeon rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean to.” “Then why did you? If you don’t like her, why did you kiss her back?” her friend asked her, with a sharpness in her voice that made Jeongyeon look up. “You know, it’s a real douchebag move to kiss her if she’s in love with you and you don’t feel anything for her.” “I didn’t do it because I wanted to hurt her,” she defended herself. “I don’t know why I did it.” Momo sighed and rolled her eyes. “Better figure it out then, my friend. Knowing Nayeon, she’ll soon approach you again, either for more or for an explanation.” Jeongyeon rolled over to her belly and buried her face in the soft, pastel pink sheets of their bed. “I know…” In fact, Nayeon came back sooner than expected. The following day, something had shifted between the group. Jihyo looked at her with almost blaming eyes. Jeongyeon guessed she was well aware of the situation and how badly she fucked up. She couldn’t meet their leader’s eyes that day. On top of that, Jihyo didn’t seem to leave Nayeon alone, who wouldn’t look at her at all. She completely ignored her existence. Jeongyeon was used to Nayeon ignoring her – normally, she would’ve done that after their teasing got too intense and she had gotten a bit agitated with her, but often that only took an hour or two before she was herself again – but this time she felt really awkward under it. This wasn’t some simple teasing or a joke gone too far. It was serious and real. Momo didn’t seem to mind it much, but she did notice Mina and Sana whispering to each other now and then. She guessed that Momo had told her girlfriend about the new situation and Sana had sensed that something was going on as well. The only persons who didn’t seem to know what was going on were the maknaes. But then again, they were at school most of the day – except for Dahyun – and were too tired to pay much attention to the on-going silent war between Nayeon and Jeongyeon. Yet, Chaeyoung could read Jeongyeon like a book and the younger girl had given her some knowing gazes to which Jeongyeon could conclude she was aware of the situation. Jeongyeon tried to connect with her best friend again, but every time she tried to get closer to her, Jihyo snatched her away, or one of the other girls unawarely caused her plan to fail. During dinner, when Nayeon had asked someone to pass the kimchi, Jeongyeon had taken the bowl and reached it to her. The look Nayeon had given her – almost utter fear – had caused Jeongyeon to shrink with shame. Nayeon had quietly taken the bowl, muttering a ‘thank you’, avoiding her eyes. Jeongyeon had wanted to get up from her chair and do something, just to get a reaction out of her that wasn’t awkward. But instead, they just sat at the dinner table, with heavy hearts and their lower lips caught between their teeth. Jeongyeon had already decided to do something about the situation soon, but Nayeon took the matter in her own hands. That evening, around an hour or two at night, she heard soft knocking on the door. Jeongyeon, disturbed by the sound, looked up, knowing fully well that Momo would never knock on their door and would simply barge in, just like many of the other members. On top of that, she had already texted that she’d probably crash in Mina’s bed for the night. Nowadays the two girls shared a bed quite a lot, leaving Jeongyeon with an incredible amount of space. The only person who would knock on the door would be Nayeon – or perhaps Tzuyu but she knew their youngest went to bed early on a school day. She got up from the bed and opened the door. Her best friend stood there, in her white-yellow bunny onesie, hopping on one foot to the other because she was cold. When Jeongyeon opened the door, she looked up almost in surprise, as if she hadn’t expected her to actually open the door. “Can I come in?” she asked. To answer her question, the taller girl stepped aside to let her pass. Nayeon got into the room and Jeongyeon let the door fall shut. A silence settled between the two girls. Nayeon – obviously uncomfortable – averted her gaze to the ground, searching on anything that was interesting enough to keep her eyes on and therefore avoiding Jeongyeon’s look. She expected Nayeon to make the first step, since it was her after all who had come to her room. But the other girl seemed to not be able to. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice,” the blonde eventually said, causing her friend to look up. “I came to apologize,” she muttered. “I didn’t mean to make our friendship so awkward. I really didn’t.” Nayeon sat down upon the bed and pulled up her knees, hugging them against her body. Jeongyeon watched her stare to the ground with an almost empty expression. She sat down next to her. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she mumbled. “You cannot control whom you like, I suppose.” “No, you don’t, but I could’ve been more… I don’t know, I could’ve tried harder to get over you.” Jeongyeon looked up and shook her head. “To truly get over someone, you have to distance yourself from them. It was impossible for you. We live together, we’re best friends-” “And now I ruined our friendship,” Nayeon added with a dark voice. “Admit it.” “No, it just means things will change.” “But I don’t want anything to change. I want us to be like we used to be, without us being afraid to touch each other. I want us to tease each other again and have our stupid love-hate relationship. I don’t want this, I don’t want to be in love with you and I hate myself for it because you don’t like me, even though you kissed me back. I could feel it, you know?” Jeongyeon bit her lip. A shaky sigh escaped her lips. The silence returned, more sweltry than ever. “How do you know how I feel?” she eventually muttered. Nayeon stirred, but didn’t look up. “What do you mean?” “You don’t know how I feel, or what I felt like when we kissed. You’re just assuming the worst right now and you’re almost trying your best to make your predictions happen just so you can punish yourself for following your heart.” Nayeon looked up and stared at her friend with an expression that was difficult to read. Jeongyeon stole a glance, although she had a hard time looking in those round puppy eyes. The brunette breathed louder than usual. “Don’t give me hope, Jeongyeon,” she eventually said, her voice as soft and squeaky as a mouse’s. “That’s even worse than heartbreak.” “I’m not giving you hope, I’m being honest,” Jeongyeon replied. “You should stop hurting yourself because of your feelings. You can’t control them.” “But I don’t know what to do anymore,” Nayeon forced out, tears appearing in her eyes. She tore her gaze away from Jeongyeon and buried it in the crook between her knees and her body, her shoulders shaking softly. There was no sound coming from her, but Jeongyeon noticed how her nails digged into the skin of her calves, which were just a little bit exposed under her onesie. Jeongyeon didn’t hesitate to pull her closer. Even if she hadn’t been conflicted by her own emotions, she would have done so; it was a natural reflex to seeing her friend upset. What had happened between them didn’t have anything to do with the hug. But the recent events did play a part in her stirring emotions and even though Jeongyeon didn’t like to admit it; her heart had been shaken when they had kissed. And even though she had never thought about having romantic feelings for Nayeon, the other girl has been on her mind the whole day today. And her sudden urge to pull her back and kiss her again was suspicious and set her off to think about what was actually happening to her. Shouldn’t she feel disgusted if she didn’t like Nayeon? Shouldn’t she feel bad about leading her on and had her trying for so long? Because she didn’t feel that way and that was even more confusing than Nayeon telling her that she was in love with her. And now that her best friend was leaning onto her shoulder, sobbing into her neck, the urge to lift her head and make her stop crying with a single touch of her lips. Eventually they laid down in the bed, the sheets pulled over their still entangled bodies. Jeongyeon had her arms wrapped around the brunette and Nayeon had curled herself up in a ball, with her face into the blonde’s pyjamas. The crying had stopped, but by the sniffling way of breathing, she still noticed that Nayeon wasn’t one hundred percent okay. Jeongyeon was on the urge of falling asleep when Nayeon looked up. “How do you feel about me then?” she asked, with a voice that was still shaking. “If it’s really bad, don’t tell me.” “I don’t know,” Jeongyeon answered immediately. “I really don’t know. I’m confused.” Nayeon looked back down and nodded. She propped herself up on her elbow. Their eyes met, hers still shiny of the tears that had fallen only moments ago. Jeongyeon caught herself shifting her gaze to her lips. Right now, she let herself do that, trying to get to gauge what was happening inside her body. And she found that as soon as her eyes had set on Nayeon’s lips, that they wouldn’t leave anymore. Her breath caught in her throat and she had to suppress the urge to place her hand on her cheek. “You didn't know what you felt like when you kissed me?” Nayeon specified, a frown appearing on her face. Jeongyeon shook her head. Her heart beated hard against her rib cage when their eyes met. Jeongyeon gulped, almost unable to look at her friend, hovering over her. “I was confused. I didn’t have time to pay attention to my feelings...” she muttered, almost in defense. Nayeon’s gaze eased, but confusion had gathered in her eyes. She took her time before she spoke. “Just say it,” she eventually breathed, her voice thick with nerves. Jeongyeon bit down on her lower lip. “Kiss me, again.” When the words left her mouth, it didn’t sound like her voice at all. Jeongyeon, being surprised of her own neediness, was still too overwhelmed to do anything more than to watch Nayeon bow down to her and press her lips ever so slightly upon hers. Her eyes closed automatically this time. Her heart jumped up and down, like an excited little kid, and her belly twisted and turned. She felt one of Nayeon’s hands cup her face as her soft lips worked on hers. Nayeon smelled sweet even without perfume and the scent was enough to drive her mad. It felt like kissing clouds. They were barely present on hers but it was enough to feel it, enough to want more. It was Jeongyeon who placed her hand in Nayeon’s neck – the other girl shivered at the touch – and deepened the kiss. She opened Nayeon’s mouth more with her own, letting their lips slide over each other like they had the first time they kissed. Nayeon obliged and swung one of her legs over Jeongyeon’s body, so that she was fully hovering over her. “Tell me… how you… feel,” Nayeon breathed against her lips, in between the kisses. The blonde was actually too busy to even think about her own feelings right now, let alone being able to speak. It took only a millisecond to realize that enjoying the kissing so much meant so much more than just craving to be loved – by anyone. Perhaps she had always liked Nayeon too, but she had just stuffed it away, explaining her attraction as mere platonic feelings. The last time she had had a relationship was back in high school with a boy. Falling for a boy was so much different than falling for a girl – let alone your best friend. On top of that, she wasn’t a high school student anymore and whilst she could have afforded to play around a little back then, she wasn’t able to do that now. Jeongyeon knew she needed to watch her words, but what came out felt like exactly the opposite. “I want more-” she muttered against Nayeon’s lips. “I like… I like you… I like you too…” The brunette pressed her lips more fiercely upon Jeongyeon’s, who replied with the same need. At a certain point, Nayeon even let out a small moan from the back of her throat. Jeongyeon was surprised at how much she liked the sound, especially now that it was generated by her actions. But in a house with seven other members to bother you, privacy didn’t last long… nor did secrets. Whilst Jeongyeon thought that her roommate had long fallen asleep in Mina’s bed, the door was kicked in by the athletic brunette a quarter after their kissing session had started. With Nayeon on top, Jeongyeon’s hands on her hips and their lips connected, breathing hard and fast against each other’s lips, there was no denying anymore that there was something more going on. Even in the half dark, Momo could clearly see what was happening. She froze in the doorway, watching the two girls get off each other as fast as they could. Nayeon’s cheeks had turned deeply red and she rushed out of the room immediately, not even able to say good-bye to either of them. Jeongyeon was left in the bed, her hair a bit ruffled, and a confused, shocked expression on her face. As soon as they heard the door to the other door slam shut – Jeongyeon reckoned that Nayeon would be interrogated by Jihyo, Mina and Sana as soon as she came in – Momo started to grin. She walked to the other side of the bed and held up the covers between her index finger and her thumb, as if she held up a dirty cloth. “Do we have to change the sheets?” she asked jokingly, causing Jeongyeon to push her teasingly. Momo started to chuckle. “So, you like her too?” her friend asked her. Jeongyeon let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment. The picture of Nayeon, after their first kiss, with her pastel pink lips, appeared in front of her eyes. She nodded, still keeping her eyes shut, wanting to enjoy the memory a little longer. When she opened them again, Momo was watching her. “I think I always did, I simply didn’t know.” Momo chuckled and shook her head, rolling her eyes. “Whenever you going to call me stupid in the future, I’m going to remind you to exactly this moment. Who on earth doesn’t realize they’re in love after having spent every day with them?” Jeongyeon chuckled. “You’re allowed to do that, because it was a pretty stupid move.” The girls laughed for a moment. But as Momo grew silent, falling asleep, Jeongyeon couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. Nayeon stayed on her mind that night and long after that.