#oh yah I reached credits earlier!!

[strwberrimilktea]

Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle) inspired outfit! 🌞 for type A and type B hehe ( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾

[stillebesat]

Christmas Eve (5/5)

Sanders Sides: Janus, Patton, Roman, Virgil Pairings: Past Roceit (was toxic), Familial Moceit (Dad Janus, Son Patton) Blurb: Of all the barriers that Janus expected to have to overcome in order to get his son a pet for Christmas, encountering his Ex, Roman, working in the pet store had never once crossed his mind. Fic Type: Christmas!Eve Fic, Past Lovers to Enemies to ??? trope, Dad!Janus, Kid!Patton, Frogmin!Virgil, MythicalMin!AU, Frogmin!AU Overall Fic Warnings: Past Toxic Relationship Talk, Manipulation/Lying Talk, Human-ish Creatures kept as Pets Taglist in Reblog

To Catch Up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 

I’m sorry. 

Janus hadn’t missed how Roman had reacted to the words. How he’d tried to brush them off like it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.

It had taken him a long time, with the encouragement of his therapist and Patton’s unwavering love, to grow comfortable admitting when he was at fault. To apologize. To say those two little words and actually mean them without trying to use them for his own gain. 

He hadn’t even realized he’d even said ‘I’m sorry’ until he saw his Ex jolt like he’d just gotten electrocuted. 

I’m sorry. 

Two little words.

Two little words that he’d never said to Roman while they were together, but had made him, his Prince, say constantly back for every little slight or wrong doing Janus had accused him of. 

Two little words.

Two little words that he needed to say sooner rather than later to his Ex in a far more meaningful way.

I’m sorry.  

The phrase whirled in his head relentlessly as he half listened to Roman’s spiel about the store’s guarantees and return policies for their Min while also listening to Pattey’s excited chattering to the little Frogmin nearby as the two new friends looked through the shelves of Min clothing for a ‘gift outfit’ for Virgil to wear home. 

Apparently it was part of their Christmas package this year for their Mythical Mins...and quite considerate of Roman to bring up as Janus hadn’t realized, even with all his research, that the Mins would need clothing. That they would want to wear anything. 

He would have to keep that in mind. That Virgil should be treated less like a frog and more like a person. And people liked clothes. 

“What about this one!?” Pattey asked, pulling out something that was bright blue, though at Virgil’s hiss, quickly put it back. “But blue is so pretty, Vee!” 

“No.” 

“A little blue?”  “NO.” 

Their chatter in the background was comforting, and yes, semi distracting, but with his and Roman’s heads nearly touching as his Ex pointed to various key lines on the multiple forms he had him filling out, it helped to keep him grounded enough from his own thoughts to nod and hum at the proper moments as Roman spoke and not look like a completely besotted idiot.

Janus couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at his lips though as he tapped his pen on the counter, watching his Ex from the corner of his eye. It almost felt like old times. Back when they’d be up until four in the morning, a single desk lamp illuminated between them as the two of them desperately tried to hammer out the final details in their latest project. Roman even emphasized the important points the same way. Triple circling the return policy with a black marker as Janus dutifully initialed and signed where his Ex indicated. 

That didn’t mean he didn’t notice when Roman skipped over the line stating that he could call the store anytime if he had any concerns about the Frogmin. It was a slight enough omission, done so smoothly by his Ex, that If he hadn’t been reading along to keep himself semi-focused on what was being said, Janus would never have known.

He bit back a sigh, ignoring the ache in his chest as he signed his name to the bottom of the page. If they’d actually been back in college, he wouldn’t have hesitated to point out that Roman had skipped a line. Teased him about being careless with binding documents and surely he didn’t mean to imply that Janus couldn’t call. 

But he’d grown enough to recognize that this was a sign that Janus shouldn’t call. Not that he couldn’t. Roman was discretely setting a boundary for him not to cross and he...well he would recognize and respect it. 

“Is that all?” He asked, placing the pen on the counter. 

Roman’s eyes flickered as he straightened. “Well...you still need to pay.” He said turning for the register to ring up the Frogmin. “But yes that’s all the forms to say that Virgil is yours now.” He gestured to the pinpad before grabbing the papers flipping through the pages to separate out the copies that the store needed to keep.

“YAY!” Patton cradled Virgil, now wearing a black and purple hoodie, close to his cheek, beaming up at Roman. “Vee can come home and eat all the Spiders!!” 

“Maybe not all of them tonight, Pattey.” Janus said, giving his son a wink as he tried to push away his own gloomy thoughts and the pressure he could feel building in his chest. 

Stupid conscience.

He recognized he needed to apologize. To try and make amends for those two turbulent years he’d put Roman through. But it hardly felt like the right moment. It was Christmas Eve for crying out loud! How much more cliche could he get?

“We wouldn’t want Virgil to get a stomach ache and be sick on Christmas now would we?” He remarked, pulling out his credit card.

When would he ever have another moment though to tell his Ex he was sorry? He lived far enough away that a casual visit was out of the question and more than likely not wanted. Not unless something happened with Virgil...and even then...it would suck to have to face Roman again under well less than ideal circumstances.

Tonight was hardly ideal. 

But their conversation had gone civilly enough that maybe...maybe this was the best moment. 

The only moment.

It was two little words.

He could say them.

He just needed to prove to Roman that he actually meant them. 

Patton paused, frowning as he turned his head to Virgil before his eyes lit up again. “One spider as a treat.” He whispered. “Then you can help me put out the cookies and milk for Santa!” 

Virgil frowned, pulling his hoodie over his head. “Santa?” He asked at the same time Roman spoke up.

“What kind of cookies are you putting out for the big guy? Sugar? Snickerdoodle?” He asked, scooting the paperwork over for Janus to take.  

“CHOCOLATE CHIP!” Patton placed Virgil on his shoulder before spreading his arms out wide. “Daddy made thiiiisss many! That way Santa has lots and I can have lots too!” 

“Oh?” Roman raised an eyebrow to Janus. You bake? He mouthed.

Janus rolled his eyes, folding up the forms and placing them in an inside pocket. “Surprise. I finally figured out how to work an oven.” 

“Without starting the dishwasher on fire?”

Janus flushed, fumbling to put his card back into his wallet as the machine beeped at him. “Yes.” 

Crofters, why did his Ex have to remember that particular incident. It had hardly been his...proudest moment. Definitely one where he should have apologized, but instead had managed to convince the landlord that faulty wiring was the cause and he and Roman wouldn’t need to pay damages. 

Virgil snickered as Pattey looked between the two of them. “But Daddy...dishwashers only use water. There’s no fire there!”

Roman smirked, handing him the receipt. “Exactly.” 

Patton turned to him, tugging on his pants. “Daddy? Dishwasher’s aren’t for food. Don’t cook in them!” 

He reached down ruffling his son’s hair. “I know, Pattey. I only did it once. Don’t plan to do it again.”  

“Good! Because soggy cookies are not yummy. Not at all--oh! Mr. Prince Roman!” Pattey whirled to Roman. “Can Virgil eat cookies?” 

Roman flashed him a smile, eyes alive with laughter that made Janus’s heart skip a beat. “Yes, though not your usual cookies. Virgil needs a higher protein diet with less sugar than you do.” He grabbed a package hanging from a peg nearby, holding it out for Pattey to see. “These are Cricket Crumbles. Kinda like your no-bake cookies, but made from crickets instead.”

Patton lit up as he spun back to his dad, eliciting a squeaky hiss from Virgil as the poor Min clung to his jacket as Pattey grabbed onto Janus’s sleeve tugging it. “Daaaaddd?” 

Yah….He had seen that coming a mile away. “Mmm?”

“CanwegethecrumblesforVirgilsohecanhavecookieswithustoowhenwegethome? Plleeeeaassseeeeee?”

Janus raised an eyebrow to his Ex. “Is it too late---”

Beep. 

“Oops.” Roman said, not at all sounding apologetic as he pulled his hand away from the bag he’d just scanned. “That will be $7.89” 

 “Right.” He pulled out his credit card again, chuckling at Patton’s excited squeal as Roman handed the bag over to him. 

“YAY! Look Vee! Cookieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“...I see that.” The Frogmin said in his low tone, tilting his head at the bag, his nostrils flaring.  

His Ex laughed, moving from behind the register, gesturing them to the door. “You always bend that easily to your kid?”

Yes. Janus shrugged, ignoring how his heart had leaped at hearing Roman’s booming laugh. “It’s Christmas.” 

Roman raised an eyebrow, amber eyes bright and sparkling and just perfect as he pulled open the door. “Mmhmmm. You spoil him rotten don’t you?” He said, lowering his voice as Patton and Vee darted past them into the night. 

“Look, look Vee! See that’s our car over there, and ooo look! All the stars are out!” Pattey cried pointing upwards, thankfully stopping on the curb without Janus having to remind him not to run out into the parking lot--a shockingly empty parking lot considering how busy it had been just twenty minutes earlier.  

“Not as much as you’d think.” He wanted Pattey to be better than him. To grow up realizing he couldn’t get everything he wanted with a well placed pout or scream. 

Speaking of being better.

Stomach twisting in knots, Janus placed his hand on the door before Roman could shut it and physically and figuratively lock him out. “Roman…” He drew in a steading breath, mentally crossing his fingers that Patton wouldn’t interrupt the moment as he looked him straight in the eyes. “I know it’s not the best timing.” Horrible timing. Who apologizes on Christmas Eve except the protagonists in a stupid holiday Romance Movie? “But I don’t know if I’ll see--I’m--I just want--It’s not worth much all things considered but I--well--” He’d probably never get another opportunity to do this.

Roman’s eyes flashed as he raised an eyebrow, his fingers going white as they gripped the door.

“I’m sorry.” Janus said, forcing himself to maintain eye contact as he spoke. “I don’t expect you to accept it.” He really wanted him to though. “But...I am sorry. Truly sorry. For how I treated you, our relationship. I--I was in the wrong and I shouldn’t have--”

Roman raised his hand, a single finger pressing against his lips, shutting up Janus entirely, breath catching in his throat.  “You’re right.” He said softly, eyes glittering in the faint lights from the parking lot. “It’s rather cliche timing.” He dropped his hand, taking a step back. “And...I don’t…” He exhaled, turning his head away to look back inside the store. “I’m not sure I want to hear it just yet, Dae.”

Janus flushed, feeling his cheeks heat up despite the rest of him feeling like he’d just got dunked in freezing water. “Because it sounds fake right?” He always sucked at apologizing when it actually counted. It never sounded real to him either. 

Roman huffed a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, you actually sounded genuine. But Dae--” He shook his head. “You put me through a lot. A lot. In college and I--I’m--I can see things are...different. I’m just...not ready yet. To accept your apology. I’d like to think I would at some point. But right now? Here?” He made eye contact once more, amber eyes surprisingly still glowing with warm. “I can’t. It’s hard enough to believe that you’ve actually changed despite what I’ve seen tonight.”

I only ever knew Liar Dae.

Right. Janus slumped, chest aching as he nodded. “I understand.” He’d known a fifteen minute conversation and an apology couldn’t erase those two years of toxic manipulation that easily. But he’d---he’d hoped--

“Good.” Roman searched his eyes before visibly relaxing. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this...but have a Merry Christmas, alright?” 

It wasn’t the ending he wanted. But all things considered. It was a good enough note for their unexpected meeting to end on. Janus nodded. “Merry Christmas.” He said softly, watching as his Ex locked the doors and disappeared deeper inside without a looking back.  

“Daddy?” 

Janus jumped, tearing his eyes from the door as his son grabbed his hand. “Mmm?” 

His little LilyPatton squeezed it tightly, looking up at him. “You should get two cookies tonight.”   

Janus chuckled, squeezing his hand back. “You think so?” He asked, glancing back to the doors one last time.

“Yes!” Pattey tugged at his arm, pulling him towards the car as Virgil crouched on his shoulder, head swiveling between the store and the car. “Dragon Witches always get cookies after working with the Prince! It’s the rules!”

“Oh? Well then, I can’t argue with that.” Janus pulled out the car keys, jangling them as he offered his son a small smile. “What do you think? Should we let Virgil drive us home to get those cookies?”

“DRIVE?!” Screeched the Min, mismatched eyes growing so wide they seemed to take up his entire face as he tried to bury himself in Pattey’s jacket. “ME?!” 

Janus laughed, purposely putting any further thoughts of Roman on the back burner until after his son and new friend went to bed. 

No use wishing for what could have been when he had his family right here in front of him. 

“No, I’ll drive.” He said unlocking the door, helping Pattey hop inside, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before buckling in his son. “Lessons will have to wait until you’re older, Virgil.” 

Or until tomorrow morning when Patton unwrapped the remote control car Santa would be bringing him.  

End. 

[twiceinadream]

“All I want for Christmas is you.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Mina and reader have crushes on each other but are too shy to do anything about them. Cue the rest of twice teaming up to get them to kiss under some mistletoe (and hopefully confess their feelings) bonus points for at least one failed attempt at mistletoe kiss mission

a/u: Merry Christmas y’all to everyone who celebrates! And Happy Holidays for everyone else! I was honestly really excited to write this since I finally wrote one of your long awaited requests 🐉 Anon, I’m sorry it took me so long. I love you all and I hope you had a great day! (Also 🧸 Anon this is my best example of a quick one shot and 🐧 Anon I’m pretty sure this was also requested on your behalf because, Mina)

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

The world outside the lighted and heated buildings of Seoul was blistering cold as snow continued to fall, coating the ground in a fine white layer. Snowflakes continued to flutter down, while the members of Twice busied themselves as they decorated the dorm for their Christmas get together. Having already sent Momo out by herself to retrieve the snacks and drinks for tonight as the members anxiously awaited your surprise arrival, not having informed Mina about inviting over her crush.

They kept the youngest Japanese distracted for most of the day as she helped Jihyo, Chaeyoung, and Dahyun decorate the tree. While Sana, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon hurriedly tied mistletoe above the front door. Before moving to string lights around the living room as Mina and Jihyo moved to get the hot cocoa and eggnog ready for everyone. The snow outside began picking up, nearly becoming a blizzard as the members continued to string tinsel around the dorm when a knock sounded at the door.

A smile grew on the rest of the girl’s faces as Nayeon called to Mina, “Mina-yah! Can you get the door please? There’s money on the table if it’s delivery.”

The youngest Japanese nodded as she washed her hands in the sink, “Okay, Unnie.” Mina stepped out of the kitchen as she made her way to the front door, not bothering to check who it was through the peephole as she pulled the wooden barrier open. “Hel...Y/N?” She stopped halfway through her greeting as your eyes met, a shocked look taking over her face as you smiled sheepishly, taking off your beanie as you shook off the remaining snow on your coat.

“Hi! Sorry, did I come too early?” You smiled nervously at Mina as she shook her head, trying to calm her racing heart.

“N...no, they just didn’t tell me you were coming. I didn’t…” But before Mina could finish her sentence Nayeon’s voice cut in.

“Y/N! You made it! And, what’s that?” The eldest pointed to the mistletoe above the door in faux surprise. Everyone knew very well that she, Sana, and Jeongyeon had planted it earlier but still played along regardless. “You’re under the mistletoe! You know what that means!” Nayeon singsonged as Mina glared at her Unnie before turning back to face you, a dark blush on both of your faces as you shrugged.

“I mean I’m okay to do it. Only if you are too.” You gave her a small smile as she nodded.

“We can, I think they might have planned this.” You and Mina shared a laugh before leaning in slightly, your lips inches apart when Momo’s voice suddenly called out from behind you.

“Why is no one helping me!? I called all eight of you!” Her voice startled the both of you as you jerked away from each other before ever getting to kiss. Momo’s heavily garbed form came into view, burdened with numerous bags of snacks and drinks as snow still coated her shoulders. An apologetic look decorated her face as she spotted you and Mina, then to her glaring members, “Sorry.”

You shook your head as you turned to help her with her bags, “It’s okay, let me with those.” The eldest Japanese smiled in thanks as you helped her inside, a sigh leaving the rest of the girls lips as they realized their first attempts to get you two to kiss had failed. As they now made it their mission for the rest of the night to finish what they started.

-

The failed kiss between you and Mina had passed nearly an hour ago as the party was in full swing, you laughed loudly as you, Jihyo, and Dahyun belted out Christmas songs on the karaoke they had set up on the tv; Sana, Momo, Mina, and Chaeyoung cheering the three of you on as they sat back on the couch. A playful smile on Chaeyoung’s lips as she switched the next song to, All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey.

Jihyo belted out the notes perfectly while Dahyun abandoned her mic to just dance while you turned to Mina and sang, “All I want for Christmas is you!” Pointing towards the blushing Japanese girl when out of nowhere mistletoe came flying at the two of you. Landing on Mina’s lap as you turned to find the rest of the girls looking at the two of you expectantly.

Shrugging as you leaned down to place a quick kiss on Mina’s lips when Jeongyeon’s voice broke through the air, “Dinner’s ready!”

The second eldest’s voice scared you as you pulled away just before your lips could touch, eliciting a loud groan from the girls on the couch as Jeongyeon took in the scene, “Sorry!”

You looked to Mina, offering her a hand up from the couch as you headed for the dinner table, the members failing once again to get you both to kiss.

—

Dinner finished without a hitch as you made your way to the kitchen to help Tzuyu with the dishes, an efficient system moving between the two of you as the rest of Twice were in the living room trying to figure out which Christmas movie to watch. When Sana called you out of the kitchen. “Y/N! Can you come here please, we can’t decide between, Home Alone or A Christmas Story.”

You purse your lips as you stepped out of the kitchen and made the short walk to the living room when Sana suddenly turned around and shoved Mina in your direction. Barely having enough of a reaction time to catch her as you realized she was wearing a headband with mistletoe on it. You chuckled seeing it as you shook your head, ‘They are really determined to get us to kiss, I’ll give them that.’

Rolling your eyes as you cupped Mina’s cheek, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss when Tzuyu’s voice cut you off again.

“Y/N, where’d you go? I almost dropped a...oh.” The maknae blushed as she saw yours and Mina’s lips about to touch before you pulled away to face her. Scowls on the members faces as Tzuyu bit her lip, “Sorry.”

—

After you and the Taiwanese girl had finished with the dishes you decided to watch A Christmas Story as the members all settled on the couch. Thoroughly spent on trying to get you and Mina together the entire night and unanimously agreeing that they should stop trying to force love.

The night drawing to a close as the credits rolled, yours and most of the girl’s eyes were heavy as you yawned. Standing to face them, “Thank you for inviting me over tonight. I had a lot of fun but I think I should start heading home before it gets too late.” You bowed to them as Mina stood from the couch as well.

“I’ll walk you to the door.” She said quietly as you two left the living room, the rest of Twice’s eyes following your retreating forms as smiles took over their sleepy faces.

—

As you and Mina reached the door you gave the Japanese girl a small smile as you spoke quietly, “I had a lot of fun tonight. You guys really know how to throw a Christmas party.”

Mina giggled as she shook her head, “You’re being nice. I’m sorry my members spent the whole night trying to get us to kiss.”

It was now your turn to shake your head as you held a hand up, “I should be sorry, it’s my fault they were like that, since I told them…”

“I have a crush on you.” You and Mina looked at each other in shock as you finished each other’s sentence.

“Seriously?” You looked at the idol in surprise as she nodded sheepishly.

“I have for a while, I think that’s why they invited you and didn’t tell me.” You chuckled lightly at Mina’s words.

“Most likely,” You cracked a smile as you looked up, noticing the mistletoe from earlier was still hanging above the door. Mina followed your gaze as a light blush took over her cheeks, “Maybe we could finish what we started? All I wanted for Christmas was you anyways, Minari.” The Japanese girl laughed softly at the impossibly cheesy line as she took a step towards you.

“Me too, Y/N.” You both surged forward as your hands met her waist and your lips connected, the both of you sharing the long awaited kiss.

The sound of a camera clicking startled you and Mina as the member cheered, “Finally!”

The shock wearing off on the both of you as a light laugh left your lips, smiling shyly at Mina, “I guess it was about time.”

The calm was suddenly broken as Momo came running from between the members with Sana wearing the mistletoe headband hot on her heels, “Our turn!”.

Laughter erupted from the eight of you as you watched Momo slide down the hallway yelling, “This was for Mina, get away from me!”

The Japanese girl rolled her eyes at her older counterparts before she turned back to you. Smiling as she leaned in, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You felt your breath catch as you leaned down to capture her lips again, “Merry Christmas, Mitang.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

7 Secrets <pt. 11>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: whole lot of uwu that’s what

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

I just...no words. I’ve been wanting to get to this point for a hot minute now, so I’m glad we’ve made it. No, this isn’t quite the end. Although we’re getting there. *cue tears* Have a happy halloween this weekend! <3

By the time we make it back to the house it’s nearly evening, seeing as Jin decided to take a detour and get lost. Kyung-soon didn’t mind, she took the opportunity to re-listen to Seventeen’s new album. And then listen to it again.

We’re nearly there when we get a call from Taehyung. Jin puts it on the car speakerphone.

“Hyung! Where are you?”

“We’ve been lost, that’s where-” Jin cuts Kyung-soon off with glare.

“We were hiking and enjoying the island. We’ll be there in ten minutes. Are you guys getting ready to eat?”

As if on cue my stomach growls. Our last meal was this morning, and the granola bars have only held up for so long.

“Yeah, we’re finishing up with the food now. Guess what we’re doing tonight, though?”

A few voices can be heard in the background. It sounds like utter chaos at the house. The sound of it brings a smile to my face.

“What? What are we doing?”

“Production team just finished editing the final episode! We’re going to project it on the side of the house and watch it!”

I nearly choke, Kyung-soon turning around and staring at me in horror. Namjoon chuckles, patting me on the back while I recover.

“That was...fast.” I mumble. The production crew must have been working overtime in order to finish up the final episode so we could watch it on our trip.

Kyung-soon is in the middle of involuntarily cringing. “Oh no, this is going to be horrible. So cringey.”

I nod in agreement, Jin reaching over to grab Kyung-soon’s hand. The houses pop up in the distance - we’re almost there.

“Just pretend that it’s somebody else,” Jin tries to reassure his soulmate. “I promise, it’s really not bad. We were thoroughly entertained.” He grins at Namjoon through the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, and besides, you guys have seen plenty of weird content from us. Consider this an even playing field.” Namjoon adds.

“Ok, I’ll see you - huh? Oh, Ichika says hi. Alright, see you in a second.” Taehyung cuts the call.

↔

The side of the boys’ house has turned into a temporary movie screen. Taehyung is in the process of popping popcorn while Jungkook and Jimin are giving a detailed overview of three years worth of episodes.

I think they’ve forgotten that we were very much a part of those three years. After all, it is a documentary about us.

Aera sits beside Minsuh, the two of them grinning like cheshire cats at their soulmates. They look like they’re thinking the same thing that I am.

“Yah, so where did the last episode leave off?” Aera questions, raising her eyebrows at Jimin.

“What, you don’t remember what happened two weeks ago?” Himari asks, chuckling.

Aera shrugs her shoulders. “It’s been a busy week for all of us, I can hardly remember what happened two days ago.”

Namjoon emerges from the house, a couple of blankets in hand. His eyes scan the small crowd before landing on me where I stand beside Seohyun. I’ve been trying to get a feel for how her and Yoongi’s conversation went earlier, but I don’t dare ask anything too direct with Yoongi right there. He holds her hand, looking content as she explains how she tried and failed at painting.

“Where did the last episode leave off, Joon-ah?” Hoseok asks when Jimin and Jungkook have a hard time remembering the finer details. Namjoon is in the process of spreading a blanket out on the ground, motioning for me to come over.

“Umm…” He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Aera had just pitched her new designs, and everybody made dinner for her when she got home. Then they were just getting Beth’s room ready for her to come back.”

Aera blinks as though just remembering that she has an actual job. A job she’s really, really good at.

“I can’t believe you forgot about that!” Aera feigns offense and Jimin freezes in his spot, eyes wide. “That’s my whole career we’re talking about, Jimin!”

Jungkook gives his friend a pat on the shoulder before walking over to plop into the seat beside Minsuh.

“I-I remember it now…” Jimin pouts, looking at his soulmate with puppy eyes. Aera glares at him, never one to give in easily. In fact, Aera is the fiercest when it comes to these kinds of things.

If I remember correctly, I’ve heard the boys state on several occasions that Jimin is absolutely terrifying when he’s mad.

“Hey,” Namjoon grabs my attention from the show up front. “Wanna sit? I got us an extra blanket for if we get cold.”

“Perfect.” I settle down on the blanket, laughing as Jimin tries his best to escape Aera’s wrath. She’s currently moving his chair to the opposite end, as far away from her as possible.

Minsuh turns around to look at me, her eyebrows wiggling mischievously. “Are you ready for this cringefest?”

Namjoon chuckles, settling down beside me. The butterflies in my stomach kick things up into high gear just from sitting beside him. He checks the time on his phone, his new background pulling my attention away for a moment.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I sigh. Namjoon places a comforting hand on my knee, smiling at me when he realizes that I’m looking at his lock screen.

“It really is that bad usually. I swear.” I roll my eyes, knowing a lie when I hear one. “Hey,” he nudges me. “Let’s see your new phone background.”

I excitedly fish my phone out of my pocket, already chuckling at the thought of our candid photo. Showing it to Namjoon, Minsuh and Jungkook wander over to see what we’re laughing about.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so cute!” Minsuh gushes, laughing at me. “I’m guessing you learned today that Beth is terrified of heights?”

Namjoon nods, shooting me a pitiful look. “I sure did. I’m pretty sure she bruised one of my ribs in the process.”

Jungkook proceeds to ask Namjoon about the hike, sounding like he wants to venture out there tomorrow. Jin and Kyung-soon come back out with Tae and Ichika, all of them carrying a couple of bowls each filled to the brim with popcorn.

“Movie time!” Jimin shouts from where he and Aera disappeared around the house. A moment later he appears with his chair in one hand and lugging a disgruntled Aera along with the other.

As soon as all the popcorn is distributed Yoongi flips on the projector from the back. A moment later the song “Psycho” by RedVelvet blasts through the speakers, and the episode begins.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe they actually made that the theme song!” Seohyun shouts, already laughing as she and Minsuh appear on screen. Little title cards appear above their heads from where they study in the library, lost in their textbooks. I grin, all of this appearing a little surreal.

“I can’t believe we actually have a theme song!” Himari says. She’s the next one in the opening credits, trying and failing to flip a pancake. “Oh, come on, that’s how they introduce me?” Hoseok laughs beside her, his eyes darting from the screen back to his soulmate.

Next is Ichika, and I notice Taehyung scooting a little closer to her and she hides behind her hands. She’s opening the door to the apartment, her lopsided smile greeting the cameraman as she invites the cameras inside.

“This is the best part!” Jimin shouts.

The cameras follow Ichika inside the apartment and catch their next victim for the opening credits: Aera.

She’s clearly in a rush, probably running late for work. Careening down the stairs she freezes once she sees the camera, quickly pushing her hair out of her face as she waves before rushing out the door.

“See, told you it was the best part,” Jimin mumbles, Aera dissolving into a fit of giggles beside him.

Namjoon scoots closer, adjusting so that his right shoulder is just behind me. “Ready for the next part?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

Kyung-soon and I appear on screen, and I can hear my friend groaning from where she sits with Jin. We share a look across the way.

We’re sitting on the couch in the living room, locked in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. Kyung-soon wins, and she throws her hands up in triumph right as our title cards appear. I get up wordlessly, walking straight out the door.

Despite how strange it is to be watching the documentary after all this time, I find myself shaking with laughter. Maybe we are kind of entertaining to watch, after all.

“Do you remember what we were playing for?” Kyung-soon asks me.

“I think it was over who had to call the takeout place.”

She laughs, returning her attention to the screen. I find myself avidly watching as well.

Episode basically from here until just before the end, enjoy! (actions/dialogue in real time will appear in as normal text, whereas the documentary is in italics)

Himari and Aera sit in the kitchen, both of them staring down at their breakfast. Himari glances up at Aera, noticing her worried expression.

“I’m sure they’ll call you soon. Anybody who turns you down is a complete idiot.”

Aera nods, not saying anything. Jimin reaches out to hold Aera’s hand. Minsuh comes in from down the hall, stretching.

“Morning,” she says around a yawn. “Any news A?”

Himari answers for her friend. “Not yet. What do you have going on today?”

Minsuh reaches for a bowl, waving at the kitchen camera like she does every morning. “Nothing much. I think Seohyun and I are going to study for a while, she’s going to help me prep for an exam I’ve got coming up. What about you guys?”

“Ichika and I have lessons. Want to join us, Aera? Brush up on your Japanese?”

“No,” Aera shakes her head. “I’m going to start getting Beth’s room ready.”

“Oh!” Himari grabs her phone from her back pocket. “That reminds me, I have to call that little punk.”

I gasp at Himari, my friend giving me a shy smile and shrugging.

Himari places the phone on speaker while the other two girls quietly eat their food and wait for me to answer.

“Was this the day before I flew out?” I ask no one in particular.

“Yeah, I think so.” Himari responds. Suddenly my voice cuts through the audio, and I physically cringe. Namjoon chuckles, reaching a hand up to steady me as I rock back against his chest.

“I knew you were going to call me,” I say, and Himari rolls her eyes while Minsuh snickers. “What’s up?”

“Are you all packed and ready to go?” Himari asks.

“Yeah, I think so. My flight leaves in...six hours. I’ll start heading to the airport in a couple of hours so I get there on time.”

“Hey, when’s the last time you logged anything?”

It’s silent on my side of the line for a while. “Er...a while.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“No, probably not.”

“Well this is me calling you and telling you to do your log before you leave. BigHit sent us some of those questions, answer them if you don’t know what to say.” My voice starts to cut in but Himari cuts me off. “I mean it! If you don’t I’m making sure you sleep on the couch when you get here.”

My sigh is audible, Aera looks up at Minsuh with the ghost of a smile.

“Ok, will do. I’ll log it as soon as I get off this call. How is everybody?”

Minsuh pipes up. “Hey Beth! We’re good!”

“Am I on speaker? Hey Min! Who else is there?”

“Just me,” Aera says, leaning closer to the phone. “I’m about to clean up your room so there aren’t any cobwebs. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, B. I miss you.”

“Aw, I miss you too A. You don’t have to worry about my room...but make sure nobody has stolen my Jeju Island photo. Where’s everybody else?”

The camera jumps to another location, answering my very question. Kyung-soon is walking up to a nice looking apartment, double checking some files before kindly greeting a couple. She must have had a client.

Again the camera jumps, this time to a different continent where I’m settling down before my camera as I record my first log in months. I’m sitting at my kitchen island in my apartment back in the states, a picture of all the girls and I hanging on the wall behind me.

“Hello camera, it’s me again. Sorry for not logging in a while, I’ve been busy. And now I’m about to leave in a couple of hours to catch my flight to Seoul.” I look at my phone before me, reading something off of it. “This will be pretty quick, but I’ve got some of the questions BigHit sent me, so I’ll try to answer a few before I have to leave. Sound good?”

I scroll through the list of questions, eyebrows furrowed as I try to find a good one. “Hmm, it looks like these have gotten more and more personal over the years. I guess I’ll go with this one: ‘what do you look forward to the most returning to Seoul?’”

Shuffling in my seat I bite my lip as I stare down the camera. “I think I just get excited to be back with everybody. I know I don’t usually say anything like this, but I really miss them when I’m gone. I’m kind of stranded out here in the states. It’s hard to be here and know that all six of them get to stay together while I jump around from place to place. At least I’ll get to stay for a solid six months this time around, maybe more. Just depends.”

Namjoon fidgets behind me until he’s directly behind me. Slowly he pulls me back against his chest until I’m laying with my head tucked under his chin.

“Wow, this one’s intense. Should I just answer it? I doubt anybody will actually ever watch this. I feel like my logs are pretty boring. It says, ‘if you could go back and say anything to yourself three years ago, what would you say?’”

I lean back against my chair, pushing my hair out of the way. “I’m not sure I would really say much. There was just so much going on, it was information overload. I remember when I woke up the next morning, I thought everything was a dream. My sister had no clue, so I just left her a note and left our hotel to go on a run.” I laugh a little, recalling the memory. “I probably looked so crazy! This white girl running around Seoul like a maniac. I finally got to a point where I stopped, and finally was starting to calm down. Then, ha! Oh my gosh I remember this like it was yesterday, seriously. I checked my phone and saw that I had a notification from Weverse. It said ‘RM commented on so and so’s post’ and I lost it. Right there in the middle of this random park I started bawling. I was so overwhelmed.”

Namjoon’s grip tightens on me, and I take a deep breath. I’d honestly forgotten that I’d even done this log, I really didn’t think they’d put it into the documentary.

“So if I could go back to three years ago, I think I’d go to that moment and just give myself a hug. I was so terrified and had nobody to talk to. I’d hug myself, and say, you figure out how to keep moving forward. Just enjoy the ride, because it’s a crazy one.”

The screen fades out, my voice still narrating as I talk over the others girls’ actions. Kyung-soon is helping that couple to sign some paperwork.

“It’s definitely been crazy, but I’m better because of it.” I narrate and Kyung-soon gives an award winning smile to the couple, saying her goodbyes before heading back to her car.

Now we’re watching Minsuh laugh about something with Himari in the kitchen.

“I don’t want to think about where I’d be without my soul sisters, they mean so much to me. I really never thought I’d meet people as amazing as them in my life.”

Aera is in my room, sweeping and straightening my photo of Jeju Island.

“Sometimes I still wonder if there’s been a huge mistake and I’ll get a call from BigHit saying that I don’t actually have a soulmate. Things are so good that I think they may be too good.”

Seohyun jogs in a park, making faces at the camera each time she passes in front of it.

“But I’ll just keep living this dream for as long as fate will let me.”

Ichika struggles up the stairs to the apartment, grocery bags all over the place. The camera shakes as it’s set on the ground, and the cameraman assisting her.

“And as for the last question for this log… ‘if you could say a single sentence to your soulmate, what would you say?’”

Suddenly we’re back in my apartment, where I give a side smile to the camera.

“Hey Namjoon, wanna go out sometime?” Winking at the camera I lean up and turn it off.

The screen goes black, and then words cut across the screen.

Final Installment- Episode 132 “Finally.”

Everybody comes back to life as the introduction to the final episode ends and the rest of the episode starts up. Namjoon leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I’m sorry for making you cry in the park that morning.”

I shake my head. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing for that and not for trying to kill me earlier.”

My body shakes with Namjoon’s laugh, and we settle down to continue watching the documentary before us.

Kyung-soon stands in the living room with a huge mass of balloons before her. Minsuh comes up behind her, staring in awe.

“That’s a lot of balloons.”

Kyung-soon nods, biting her bottom lip. “Do you think it’s too much?”

“No, I think it looks great. Just, how are we going to get them into the car?”

“I have no idea.”

The two of them discuss possible game plans as Himari wanders in looking at her phone.

“Ok everyone! She’s over the ocean between us and Japan. We should probably get going. Wow,” she finally notices the balloons. “Looks good, Soon-ah. Don’t fly away, though. Seokjin would be so upset.”

Footsteps sound as the other three girls come in, each one’s attention going straight to the balloons.

“Ha! That’s amazing.” Ichika says. “She’s going to die when she sees that.”

The scene cuts to the airport, the girls anxiously waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Himari once again checks her phone for my flight information.

“It says that the flight landed fifteen minutes ago, she should be here any second.”

Aera nudges her. “Yah, you’re acting like your long lost lover has finally returned.”

Himari raises her eyebrows. “And?”

“Oh, there she is!” Seohyun shouts, and sure enough I appear on camera. Hat down low and a mask on I wave at everyone. A few people pause to look at all the commotion before continuing on.

Namjoon whispers to me again. “You look like a celebrity with your hat and mask.”

I chuckle, watching my reunion with the girls that only happened earlier this week. “I felt like one, too.”

My soulmate lets out a breathy laugh when the girls start teasing me, asking me what my reaction would be if he were the one to pick me up from the airport.

“You know, I’ve noticed that you’re really good at avoiding teasing.”

“I’ve had lots of practice.”

The documentary skips to our apartment, the girls hanging out in the living room debating whether or not to wake me up or let me sleep.

“I’m going to wake her up, she’s probably starving.” Aera says, and Minsuh follows her out of the room. The other girls remain in the room, Seohyun talking about one of her classes.

I nearly fall asleep in Namjoon’s arms, it’s so comfy. What brings me out of my stupor is the distinct sound of Seohyun’s rendition of “Mic Drop” and everybody laughing along with her.

I watch as we enjoy the show, Kyung-soon announcing to everyone that we’re going on ahead. Suddenly I jolt up, Namjoon jumping at the sudden movement. I remember what comes after this.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks. “Did you see a bug?”

“No…” My attention is pulled into the documentary as Kyung-soon and I quietly converse. “It’s just - that was a hard night for me. That’s all.”

I can feel Namjoon’s eyes assessing me but I refuse to look at him for fear of him seeing right through me.

“If you’re uncomfortable we can go inside,” he offers.

Finally I look over to him. He calmly returns my gaze, awaiting my answer.

“I think I’m fine for now. Just, don’t judge me, ok?”

Namjoon nods fervently. “Never.” Extending his arms out, he pulls me back into his chest. “Let me know if you want to leave, and we’ll go.”

Kyung-soon and I appear on the balcony of our apartment, where we both study the stars above us.

“I can’t-”

“You have to. Beth, please don’t lock us out and keep all of these feelings to yourself. You don’t have to tell us every little thing, but you need to talk about it. Just because you don’t say it out loud doesn’t mean that you won’t feel scared or worried anymore.”

The tension is palpable as my sobs cut through the silence. I’m pretty sure Namjoon stopped breathing.

“I look at our boys, and I feel like they’re already complete. They have each other, they have ARMY, they’re complete. They have no idea that soulmates are even a thing, let alone that they have soulmates. There’s a part of me that’s mad about that. Mad that for the last three years I’ve been waiting for a man that is already happy without me, that is already more loved that he can even fathom. Mad at freaking Mr. Bang, because he refuses to tell them until the ‘time is right’. It’s been three years! And I’ve picked myself back up and tried my hardest to continue on in my career, and it’s fulfilling. I have the most amazing friends in the world, my family is so loving and supportive, and I love my job. So why do I feel so lonely?”

Namjoon wraps his arms around me tightly, and I feel that strange ache in my chest again. This time, though, it aches and aches until it cracks. With it, come the tears.

Like a dam come undone the tears flow from my eyes as the echoes of my sobs from the documentary cut through the night. Namjoon holds me tighter, tighter until he’s all I can feel.

“You know what, come here.” Namjoon says, his voice thick. He stands, pulling me up with him. We’re near the back, so nobody really notices us as Namjoon pulls me away. He leads me around my beach house until we’re completely blocked from view. The audio from the documentary follows me, and I keep my eyes trained on the ground as the tears blur my vision.

Namjoon finally comes to a stop, his hands resting firmly on my shoulders. I can’t bring myself to look up at him, thoroughly humiliated at one of my most vulnerable moments being on full display.

“Beth, look at me.” I shake my head, angrily wiping away my tears. He reaches up to catch a tear as it rolls down my cheek. “Look at me. Please.”

Again I shake my head, completely mortified at the situation I’m in. Wasn’t this supposed to be a fun trip? Worry-free?

“Ok, that’s ok. You don’t have to.” Namjoon moves to grab my shoulders again. “I just need you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?”

I clench my teeth as I nod, trying so hard to keep in my sobs.

“Alright. I am so-” his voice cracks and he takes a moment before speaking again. “I am so sorry, Beth. For all of it. For making you feel that way. I wish - I just wish we could have avoided all that heartache and pain. You were so strong, for so long. You still are, I can see that. From the second we first met I saw that you are strong and the most incredible person to ever walk the earth. I might be a bit biased,” I croak out a laugh which seems to spur him on, “but nobody can change my mind about you. I was lonely, too. Did you know that? Even with all the love I receive every day, I’m still lonely. Do you know how infuriating that is?”

Steeling my nerves I peak up at him. My heart twists further when I see the tears running down my soulmate’s face. He continues on, paying them no mind.

“I felt like there was something so wrong with me, but I learned with time that it’s normal. Everybody feels lonely. It’s a horrible feeling, and confusing sometimes. Especially when it feels like you have every reason to be happy. But we’re human. This is part of our human experience, as much as it sucks. Beth,” Namjoon rests a hand under my chin when my eyes fall again, gently urging me to look up at him. “I don’t feel alone anymore. That’s because of you. Just seeing you, I feel like everything is going to be alright. Do you see how amazing that is? I’m not lonely anymore. Please, Beth.” He releases a shaky breath, the earnestness in his eyes bringing a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. “Let me try. I don’t want you to feel alone anymore. Let me in,” Namjoon gestures to his heart, “and I swear I’ll never leave.”

Staring up at him, I know he’s telling the truth. I can tell he means every word he’s saying. But I have to know. I have to ask.

“You’ve been promising a lot of things,” I mutter, inhaling sharply as the tears rush down my face. “Are you sure you can keep all your promises? Please, Namjoon. Please don’t promise me something you can’t keep.”

Gently brushing the tears from my face, Namjoon leans in. Slowly, and close enough that I can see the light reflected in the tears still on his face. My heart, limp and weak as it may be, jumps at the close proximity.

“Do you mind if I make another promise?” Namjoon whispers before his lips brush up against my cheek. I freeze as he licks the salty mixture from his lips before moving to the other side.

“N-no,” I mumble.

Just there, the only warning I have is the feeling of his warm breath before he sweetly kisses away the remaining tears on my other cheek.

He pulls away just enough to look into my eyes. “I promise that I will never make you a promise that I cannot keep.”

Eyes drifting down to my mouth he tilts my head up ever so slightly. My eyes drift shut of their own accord, the only thing keeping me tied to the earth being Namjoon’s hands that hold me like I may break at any moment.

The first brush of his lips takes my breath away, the feeling so light that I wonder for a brief moment if this isn’t all just in my head.

Slowly he deepens the kiss, just enough for the salty tang of my tears on his lips to seep into my senses. The bittersweet taste has me reaching out to him, hands fisting the material over his chest. I cling to my soulmate as he clings to me, and even the world slows for a moment in order to accommodate this moment. Fate has never been my friend, but in this sliver of time I feel that it has been uncommonly kind to me.

By the time we pull away, resting our foreheads together, the ache in my heart has subsided. Namjoon’s hands slide down to my waist, holding me in place. As if I’d go anywhere.

I look up at my soulmate only to find his eyes still shut, drinking in the moment. Taking the precious seconds fate has given me, I study him out. Bliss suits him.

As though feeling my gaze, his eyes slide open. A small smile crosses his features, and the word that I have come to associate with Kim Namjoon over the past couple of days reappears in my mind’s eye, hanging over us like the stars in the sky.

Perfect.

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Taglist is open! Happy Halloween this weekend everyone! Thoughts? They finally kissed! (lol, finally. they’ve known each other for what, two or three days?) I love these two. Stay safe and healthy! 

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To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 03

Chapter 3 - Coincidences

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Summary- Do their dates ever go according to plan? Well, who knew watching George Clooney was such an aphrodisiac. 

word count- 6.2k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, slow burn, fluff, smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- unwanted sexual advances (don’t worry, it’s not namjoon and it’s not overly discussed), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f. receiving), hickeys, dry humping, sex

a.n- okay so I wrote my first smut scene. AAAAH. I’m sorry if it’s not the best - I tried and realized I don’t know how to get into a guys headspace during sex lmfao 🙃  Namjoon is also a high-key cheeseball and God of Destruction strikes. I’m sorry but I had to - his face when he breaks things makes me simultaneously laugh and uwu.

Also, in case you missed it I have a lot of feelings about Batman having a credit card. Batman and Robin is an absurd movie but I still love it.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

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You were greeted by Siwon and a coffee as you walked to the elevator of your office building yawning furiously, uncharacteristically dressed in a navy pantsuit with a white turtleneck in anticipation of your big meeting today. To say you were nervous would be an understatement. You were meeting one of the big tech companies’ senior VP and your deal hinged on his approval. You were not looking forward to it - he was a certified creep. 

“Alright so your meetings in about four hours, we can finish the proposal in about two and then we can prep for the next two.” Siwon was in full assistant mode, rattling off details to add to the proposal that unbeknownst to him you had already finished last night.

“Proposal’s done so let’s skip to the prep,” you say as you step out of the elevator to your floor.

“Did you stay late? Yah Y/N! You know you can’t overwork like that! Also, this building is so creepy at night. Don’t tell me you stayed here alone.” He scolded you, effortlessly switching from employee to friend. You loved that he cared so much about you.

“I’m sorry, but if it makes you feel better - I wasn’t alone.” As you make your way to your desk you notice the kitchen filled with pink pastry boxes. “What’s all that?” you questioned as you forego your desk making a beeline for the kitchen, having skipped breakfast that morning for a much needed hour of sleep.

“What do you mean you weren’t alone?” Siwon was looking at you suspiciously with his eyebrow quirked. When you reached the boxes you noticed that they were filled with all sorts of breakfast goodies, from croissants to danishes to doughnuts. Your mouth watered as you grabbed a buttery croissant, anticipating the taste before it even made it on your plate.

“Y/N! Someone sent them over this morning with this note.” Timothy, your head of curriculum, handed you a pink envelope that matched the boxes. Placing your breakfast on the table you opened the note, hoping it wasn’t a client because that meant you would have to send something to them and would get caught in one of those one-upping gifting circlejerks. Arguably the worst part of corporate life.

Good luck on your meeting today. I’m rooting for you!

-N

PS: this is also your reminder to drink water - stay hydrated! ;)

Your mouth flew open as you reread the note, a grin slowly spreading on your face. As Siwon read over your shoulder, he gasped loudly. Luckily no one else was within earshot or else they would notice you not so gently elbow your assistant and call HR.

“Oh my god… Is this from who I think it’s from?” He sputtered, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Was he the one keeping you company last night?”

“What? NO!” You giggled nervously as he playfully smacked your arm. “Maybe…” you whispered, shrugging, giving in to his charms.

“Is this why you are wearing a turtleneck? Did he rock your world? Did he bangtan that sonyeondan?” 

“Shut up please!” You hissed at Siwon. You really wished you had a closed office now as you walked to your desk and grabbed your laptop, going into one of the meeting rooms that hopefully no one else booked that morning.

“So spill.” Siwon said as he settled into the chair next to you on the long stained oak table.

“There’s nothing to spill. We worked together and had pizza. And before you ask, no we did not have sex. It was our first date!” You huffed as you started your laptop.

“What did you do to him?” He asked in awe.

“Excuse me?” You were getting irritated now. To insinuate that you did something to him was pretty callous of Siwon. It reminded you of the times in university when your best friend dropped you because her crush told her that he liked you instead of her. You had no intentions of liking that guy, he was honestly not your type, too lazy and self-entitled to ever catch your attention, but she did not hesitate in cutting all ties and insisting you moved out of your shared apartment. According to her, you seduced him with your looks and personality. Pfft. As if life were so easy that you could manipulate whoever you liked into liking you back. However, Siwon was unaware of this incident so you decided to calm your annoyance a little.

“Sorry. I mean he’s sending the whole office breakfast after a first date. He must really like you.” He caught on to your tone and corrected himself. He was good at catching your tonal nuances by now, and you were grateful.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get annoyed.” You sighed, smiling forcefully, as you pulled up the proposal you worked on earlier that morning. “I really like him too.” You admitted. It kind of felt nice to share that with someone. Usually you would pick up your phone the moment you felt a date go right and tell Jiyoung right away, but knowing what a huge fan she was you wanted to feel out the situation more before she got too excited.

While relaying the events of last night to a very excited Siwon, you texted Namjoon.

Y/N: Wow. Breakfast for the whole office? Big moves.

Namjoon: Well I am trying to woo the CEO. Gotta bring in the big guns!

Y/N: And you think you can woo me with baked goods?

Namjoon: That depends…

Namjoon: Is it working?

Y/N: Yes. Yes it is...

Y/N: Thank you btw. This was really sweet!

Namjoon: Then everything is going according to plan :)

Y/N: I’m excited for tonight

Namjoon: Me too! I miss you!

Y/N: Joon you saw me like eight hours ago!

Namjoon: Eight hours too long!

Y/N: Omg! Stop! You’re so cheesy...

Namjoon: Never!

You walked into the conference room with Harry and Siwon twenty minutes before noon and the three of you started setting up, nerves on high alert. You wrung your hands as you rearranged the printouts on the table for the sixth time, before Harry pulled you into a hug.

“You got this bub! We’re gonna kill it and then celebrate and blow all the money from this deal.” You laughed as your nerves melted. This was the reason he was your best friend and partner in crime. You got out of the embrace, infinitely more calm as you settled in your seat at the end of the table. 

Soon, your client, Mr Li, arrived with two other people from his team. The presentation went smoothly if you were to ignore the fact that every time you glanced at Li his eyes seemed to be fixated on your chest. His team, however, was much less sleazy. After you finished presenting, you and Harry spent about an hour answering their questions and concerns before negotiating another lucrative contract for your company. With this deal done, you will be able to meet your company’s quarterly goals. 

As soon as the meeting ended, Li’s team, now joined by their legal team, that arrived a few minutes before the end, was escorted to your legal floor to sort out the details of the contract.

“So this is a cause for celebration!” Li booms loudly as he shakes Harry’s hand, before pulling you into an unwanted hug. The hug was extremely tight as you felt your chest being squished by his, knocking the air out of you. You awkwardly try to escape, confused by his less than professional behaviour, eyes widened and staring at Harry. “We should all get some drinks in a few weeks to truly seal the deal.”

“Yes, we will definitely set up something with our assistants. I’m not sure if Y/N will be able to join because of her hectic schedule, but I will definitely be there.” Harry swiftly stepped in to shake Li’s hand one more time, subtly but clearly giving you an out. You were immensely relieved till you heard Li’s next words.

“It’s no party without the CEO. I bet she’s a real firecracker with a few drinks in her!” He laughed full-bellied, elbowing an uncomfortably stunned Harry as you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Of course. We’ll set something up soon, Mr Li. Now if you excuse me I have another meeting to attend. We’re very excited to work with you!” You forced a fake smile as you exited the cringe-inducing situation. You grabbed some water when you reached your desk, drinking it to get the nasty taste of the situation out of your head. Sometimes you truly hated having to plaster a smile to appease clients, but unfortunately it was part of the job.

Your mood lightened significantly as your phone buzzed, instantly forgetting about the creepy old man. You picked up to hear Namjoon’s baritone voice greeting you as you ducked into a small meeting room, locking the door and settling on the comfy couch at the end.

“How did it go?” He seemed a bit out of breath.

“Nailed it! Although the guy was a certified creep.”

“Oh I’m sorry for that. What happened?” Genuine concern laced his tone.

“He just didn’t have any concerns for personal space” you sighed but your heart warmed at his worry for you. “Why are you out of breath?”

“That sucks! I just got done with dance practice.” He quickly picked up on your hesitance to go into further detail. “I haven’t danced this intensely in a while!”

“Oh! I would love to see you dance!” You giggled.

“Trust me I’m not good. It is not worth it.”

“I don’t believe you. I guess I’ll have to see it to judge for myself.”

“Hmm… maybe. Fair warning, there are literal twitter pages dedicated to my terrible moves.”

“Well then those people are assholes. I bet they’re jealous because you are an amazing dancer.” 

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Namjoon hung up the call and stared at the call log on his phone, displaying that he had been on the phone with you for over thirty five minutes. It felt like it had been barely two. He didn’t know why talking to you improved his mood this much, but just hearing your voice was enough to make him forget the stress from messing up the choreography almost every run though this morning, and especially Hoseok’s disappointing face as he tried and failed to correct his moves.

Getting back to the big mirrored room, he decided to go through the steps again alone to really nail down the routine, his head full of your plans later this evening. Initially, he had planned a romantic dinner to a high end restaurant in Gangnam but after his manager’s email this morning that he might be being followed, you both had decided on a quiet evening at your apartment. You had insisted it would be safer this way since the suspected stalker would not know where he was going, but he still felt a little uncomfortable about possibly putting your home in danger. He remembered when Yoongi had a stalker three years ago and they all had to pretty much be holed together in the dorms to ensure their safety. Luckily, they were smarter now with a much larger budget for security so these incidents barely encroached on their everyday activities. Still, this was the first time he was seeing someone while dealing with this and that made him wary.

After practicing for another couple of hours, Namjoon headed back home before getting ready for the evening. The closer the clock ticked towards 7, the more nervous he seemed to get. He had butterflies in his stomach as he styled his hair for the fifth time. Giving up, he grabbed the small bouquet of sunflowers he had prepared for the evening and headed towards the car waiting to pick him up downstairs.

As much as he had talked to you over the last few days, the pressure of this being a real date made him want to make a good impression. He was disappointed that he couldn’t wow you with a gourmet meal and even though he was confident that you enjoyed his company, the fact that you would basically be forced to stay with him if you wanted to leave tonight made him uneasy. 

Fidgeting with the collar of his black t-shirt, he braced himself as he knocked on your door. You took his breath away when you opened the door, dressed in a beautiful red sundress that hugged all your curves perfectly. You smiled widely at him as you greeted him. Your pink dusted cheeks and the way your eyes sparkled as you saw him, made all his earlier worries disappear. His heart sang as you excitedly took the bouquet, sniffing the flowers before busying yourself and looking for a jar to place them in. He was glad he went through the effort of buying them. Well, the effort of bribing one of the staff with lunch for them.

“How did you know these are my favourite flowers?” You sounded shocked.

“I saw them everywhere at the gala, so I figured even if they weren’t your favourites you at least liked them.” He smiled widely, internally celebrating going for those over Jin’s suggestion of the typical roses. He watched as you carefully snapped the stems of the flowers and placed them in the jar a little too small to contain all the flowers. He couldn’t help but think how stunning you looked biting your lip concentrating while arranging the flowers, taking care not to break off any leaves.

Your apartment reflected your personality it seemed. The kitchen was attached to the large living room, separated by a large island that you were working on. The living room had a large comfortable yellow couch with a few fuzzy blankets and white pillows, facing a television on the wall surrounded by framed posters of music festivals, which he gathered from the dates were ones you attended. He also noticed a vintage looking record player next to the opposite wall with a shelf full of books and records, arranged in seemingly no order; the books differing in lengths with random records popped between them. Everything was extremely clean but he could make out some clutter like a pair of keys attached to an Apeach keychain next to the window, and a pair of sunglasses that were precariously hanging off the edge of a small table in the corner. He felt that he was looking inside your brain a little, and it made him extremely grateful that you had deemed him worthy enough to invite him over. He didn’t know if that was something you were comfortable enough doing with everyone you met or dated, or if inviting him to your apartment was an anomaly, and he’d be lying if he didn’t hope it was the latter. The thought that he was getting special treatment made him giddy.

After arranging your flowers, you made your way to Namjoon, and he felt your arms around his waist as you wrapped him a hug. 

“Thank you” you whispered into his chest and even this small gesture made him blush.

“I just wanted to cheer you up after that shitty meeting.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He could feel you smile into his chest, something that was confirmed when you separated after a few seconds and made your way to the couch. He missed your warmth already.

“Honestly, just talking to you after it cheered me up.” He sat next to you on the couch as you poured two glasses of white wine, handing him one. “I know we just talked but how was the rest of your day?”

You both shared news about the rest of your days with each other while waiting for dinner to arrive. The conversation was easy and fluid, easily shifting from mundane everyday events to anecdotes about your friends while you ate your pastas and finished the bottle of wine. He appreciated that unlike other people he had dated you didn’t seem surprised that he had friends outside the band and that most of his stories revolved around them rather than BTS. He always felt that so much of his friendship with the guys was broadcasted that he’d be retelling something that people had already watched so to the disappointment of a lot of his dates, he shared more about his other friends. Like how last year he went on a trip to Paris with childhood friends and got kicked out of the Louvre because they accidentally almost knocked down an exhibit. Or when one of his friends got so unbelievably drunk he had to bribe him with actual money to ensure he didn’t sleep in the park. He enjoyed hearing your university tales too, laughing out loud when you recounted the time you had drunkenly won a debate with one of your friends on which Batman was the best, resulting in the said friend to streak around the neighbourhood.

“Wait so you’re telling me if you lost, you would have to streak instead?” His eyes were wide as he looked at you. He had not expected you to have this wild side. He was intrigued, if not slightly turned on by the idea that this side might show up later.

“I would. I never break a promise.” You looked smug as you smiled over your wine glass. “But if I’m being honest, I knew I would win. Who thinks Clooney is the best Batman? He had a bat credit card for crying out loud!” He smiled as you ranted about how Batman would even apply for a credit card and the unlikelihood of him having a social security number without giving away his identity. Sure, Namjoon had never seen this particular Batman movie, or any to be fair, but the way you passionately discussed the superhero was so endearing to him that he couldn’t help nodding along enthusiastically at each point you made, giggling as he did so.

“Okay. I have not seen that movie, but that sounds hilarious.” He commented as he finished the last of the wine in his glass.

“What? It is a cinematic meme masterpiece! We have to watch it!”

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That’s how you ended up watching Batman and Robin, a second bottle of wine open on the coffee table. You hadn’t imagined that’s how you’ll be spending the next few hours with Namjoon. In fact, you did not want to impose your nerdy views on him at all, but tipsy you had other ideas. He seemed to be enjoying the movie too, laughing justly at the bat nipples and stupid ice puns. However with each corny flirt Poison Ivy threw at one of the many men on screen, you couldn’t help but notice how closely you were sitting next to a man hotter than any on your television. He had his arm around your shoulders and your head rested slightly on his chest, engulfed in his woodsy scent. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, resisting the urge to reach up and kiss his jaw where it rested on his hand.

You had wanted to kiss him the moment he walked in the door with flowers in hand. No date had ever brought you flowers before and it set your heart aflutter. If he was any more perfect, you’d be worried you had imagined him and that you’d wake up from a very long, very surreal dream. The next time you glanced up at him you found him looking at you, a soft smile on his face, his dimples looking extra cute as he looked into your eyes.

Feeling uncharacteristically bashful, you smiled back at him, willing yourself not to avert his gaze. “Hi,” you muttered.

“Hi” His deep voice reverberated through your body and before you could tell your heart to stop thudding at your chest, Namjoon closed the space between you. His lips were slightly chapped as he brushed them against yours gently -  unrushed and soft. He took his time, his lips dancing around yours as if in a practiced waltz, as he moved his hand to your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbones. Before you could deepen the kiss, you separated, much to your disappointment and he went back to watching the movie.

“Oh look! It’s the credit card scene.” He said nonchalantly as if he had not just taken your breath away.

“Joon! This movie is stupid,” you whined as you reached for his face, but before you could reach it he grabbed your wrist.

“But it’s a cinematic meme masterpiece!” He teased you with your earlier comment, his eyes lit with mirth. 

You pouted in defiance. “You can’t just kiss me like this and expect me to go back to watching the movie.”

“Aww! Cute!” He cooed as you huff, but before you could protest further, he kissed you again. Unlike the first time, this kiss was fierce, sparking a need in you. His lips pressed firmly against yours as his arm moved from around you to maneuver you on top of his lap. He did not hold back as he kissed you with a yearning you felt pulsate through you. He coaxed his way into your mouth as you didn't hesitate for a second, your hands running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hands were on your hips and as he pulled you closer you couldn’t help but roll your hips on him, feeling him hardening under you, a moan escaping from your mouth into his. Your dress was almost pulled to your waist and the rough material of his jeans felt delicious against your lace panties. You couldn’t help but roll your hips again, wanting him much closer than he already was.

“Baby you can’t do that to me.” He whined, his voice heavy with desire, as he started placing kisses down your face to your neck.

“Why not?” Your eyes spoke of challenge as you once again grind on him, a light moan escaping your lips, teasingly.

He stops kissing you as he looks up at you sternly, his jaw jutting out slightly. “Because I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Fuck that. Let’s be b-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, he is spinning you around to lay you on the couch, hovering above you, your legs on either side of his body. Your head is caged between his arms, your dress barely covering your panties, as he smirks at you before rocking his hip against you, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

“Are you sure?” He asks as he kisses your neck, softly biting in a way that you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow, before soothing it with his tongue.

“Yes” you whisper as you reach down to palm him over his pants, making him groan where he’s kissing behind your ear.

“Fuck… Can I take this off?” His hand is on the zipper of your dress and as soon as you nod, he is pulling it down, increasing his force when it gets caught. Suddenly he stops, his eyes wide with alarm. Leaning up slightly you follow his gaze to his hand where he holds your zipper, no longer attached to the dress. He looks like a kid that broke an expensive vase in a store and you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” The more he apologizes, the more you laugh at the situation, tears filling up your eyes. How could he be sexily growling in your ear one moment, making you drench your panties, and be this adorably guilty looking the next? Pushing him off you stand up and coax the rest of the zip down, letting the dress pool at your feet, as you grab his hand, urging him to stand up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You lead him across the hall to your bedroom, and he quickly recovers from his blunder, wrapping himself behind you as he continues to kiss your neck and face.

“I’ll buy you a new dress! Sorry!” He says as you sit down at the end of your bed.

“Joonie, stop apologizing and fuck me.” You pull at his shirt, and thankfully he gets the hint, smoothly taking it off and throwing it beside you with a quick “Yes, ma'am.” You are mesmerized by his body, as you trace your hands up to his toned chest, thanking the god you didn’t believe in for this moment. Smirking at your adoration, he kisses you again, pushing you to lie down with his arm around your waist as he pushes you further up the bed till your head hits the pillows.

He continues kissing you as you run your hands over his chest and back, wanting to consume all of him. “Mmm, you’re so beautiful.” He moans as he kisses down your neck to your chest, rubbing himself on you, his fingers lingering at the waistband of your panties. He looks to you for consent and seeing your enthusiastic nod, he pulls them down, groaning at your arousal that liberally coats them.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He whispers, amazed as if you had any other choice considering his earlier teasing. He kisses your lips again as his fingers slide against your lips teasingly, making you rut your hips against his hand in an effort to feel him inside.

“Joonie, please. Stop teasing” You whine against his lips, and thankfully he does, pushing one finger inside, making you cry out as you tip your head back against the pillows. Taking advantage of your angled head he presses his lips to your neck, leaving another hickey as one finger becomes two, deliciously stretching you and making you clench against him. Your head is cloudy with endorphins as he curls his fingers expertly thrusting in you, filling the room with your wanton moans. He kisses up to your ear, nibbling a little at your lobe.

“I want to taste you.” His voice is heavy with want and it sends a shiver up your spine. You clench around his fingers in anticipation as he kisses down your body, pulling your bra cups down to pay extra attention to your hardened nipples. His bangs brush against your skin raising goosebumps as he places multiple small pecks on your soft belly before reaching his destination.

“Look here, baby.” He says and as soon as you make eye contact, he pulls out his fingers, placing them in his mouth sucking on them with a groan, making heat rise up your neck. “You’re fucking delicious.”

Your heart is about to explode out of your chest and you can’t help but squirm but he holds your legs apart, slowly kissing each inner thigh as he takes his time. He really has a knack for teasing, and you wouldn’t complain if not for the aching between your legs. You’re desperate for him.

Finally, he lays on his stomach, his long legs dangling off the bed, as he holds your gaze, grinning, before giving you a long lick, making you shudder. He moans into you as he continues his long licks, your fingers making their way to his hair.

He focuses his attention on your clit, sucking and increasing his speed. No one has eaten you out like this. You remember after drinks with your friends claiming that it sucked that you were straight because guys always suck at eating pussy. Oh how wrong you were, you thought as Namjoon added his fingers back into the mix, thrusting as his tongue lapped at your clit, making you see stars. You could feel the familiar heat in your core as you tugged his hair, making him groan, a chant of his name on your lips as you feel yourself becoming undone. Your toes curl into the comforter below you as your legs shake screaming his name. He coaxes you though your orgasm, slowing his thrusts and licking you clean as you come down. When you could feel the overstimulation, you called his name, lightly stroking his hair. You kind of felt bad for pulling on it that tightly earlier.

He wiped his face as he came up towards you, smiling triumphantly. He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his lips. 

“You did so well for me, baby.” You had never been praised for orgasming and although you had just cum you felt yourself getting wet all over again. You kissed him again, reaching to undo his jeans and struggling.

“Are you sure? We can stop here if you want.” Namjoon says against your lips.

“Shut up and get naked, Joon” you huff against his lips as he chuckles, flipping on his back next to you to undo his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. You bite your lip as you see his cock emerge, bouncing against his stomach, his head dripping precum. Your mouth waters as you undo your bra, tossing it to the side, before reaching for his generous length. He hisses as your thumb runs over the tip, and you use the precum to stroke him slowly.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, stopping your exploration. “I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.”

You peck his lips as he lets go, turning around and reaching out for the condoms in your bedside drawer. Ripping the packet open, you pinch the tip, smirking as you place it in your mouth, enjoying the way his eyes widen in surprise as you stroke him twice before using your lips to encase his length in latex. 

“Holy fuck. You’re perfect.” He grabs your face as soon as you’re done and kisses you fiercely as he once again lays you under him. His length rubs against your clit, sending jolts of pleasures up your spine as you rut your hips upwards. Getting the hint, he grabs his cock and lines it to your entrance. Your insides flutter as you feel him run his tip between your folds collecting your arousal, making you mewl a weak “please”. His face is flushed and his eyes are dark as he guides himself in smoothly, both of you moaning at the pleasure. The stretch is unbelievable, and you close your eyes as the sensation.

He waits a beat for you to accommodate him and as soon as you nod, he pulls back to thrust in again. Slowly he builds up to a rhythm that has you both panting. The room is full of the sounds of your bodies colliding and heavy breaths. You open your eyes to see him with his tongue between his lips and his jaw clenched. The same look of concentration he had when he was writing his songs in your office last night, and you felt yourself clench around him in pleasure. He moaned lowly and it was like you could feel his voice travel through you.

“Oh my god, Joon!” you cried as he changed his angle, hitting your g-spot directly, and increased his speed, thrusting harder.

“I got you, baby. I got you.” He reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers, pressing his forehead against yours, pressing kisses against your cheeks. You could feel yourself getting close again as he continued his pace, and by the way his grip on your hand tightened you could tell he was getting there too. You wrapped your legs around him as he started to get sloppier, getting lost in chasing pleasure.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He pleaded as his fingers reached between you to tease your clit, shooting waves of pleasure through you. He sucked on your neck and the sensation was too much. You feel yourself tighten around him and he groans as the tension building in your stomach snaps, making you cum hard around him, his name on your tongue as your fingers dig into his back.

He fucks you through your orgasm, hard and fast, before cumming himself with a loud groan and collapsing on you. Your bodies panting in unison as you both try to catch your breath. You’re both still holding hands, as he sweetly kisses your cheek, before pulling himself off of you, discarding the condom in the trash can, and laying back next to you. After you both calm down, he speaks staring at the ceiling.

“Do you have cameras in here?”

“What?” You are confused as you turn to look at him.

“Wouldn’t wanna make a sex tape on our second date.” He laughs, turning on his side and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Oh my god. I hate you.” You playfully swat at his chest.

“Nah, you like me.” He grins, kissing the tip of your nose as you roll your eyes. “But it’s okay because I really like you too.”

“You are so cheesy!” you groan, but your face flushes at his words, your heart dancing in your chest. “I’m going to pee.”

“No, stay.” He whines pulling you close to his chest. You oblige him for all of two minutes, before grabbing his shirt from the end of the bed, putting it on, grabbing a fresh pair of panties, and making your way to the ensuite.

When you return you find him still on your bed, albeit in his boxers now, lying amongst your many pillows with his hands behind his head. Hearing your footsteps, he turns to you and smiles, reaching his hand out to pull you in with him. Cuddling you into his chest, he pulls the comforter over the two of you.

“You’re staying?” You hadn’t expected him to stay and you felt your heart warm at the way he did not rush to leave after sex. You knew he wasn’t the kind of person to just be in it for the sex, but it was your second date so you had kept your expectations low.

“Do you not want me to?” He asks with a pout, stiffening, and you could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“Please stay.” You snuggled closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, as you felt him relax and kiss the top of your head. “Want to see something cool?”

He hummed as you asked your google home to show you the sky. It was a dumb impulse purchase you made after a week of late nights of work at home and you hadn’t had the opportunity to show it off yet. You watched his mouth open in awe as the connected device turned off all the lights in your room and projected the milky way on to your ceiling. You chuckled at his child-like reaction. After talking to him this much, you were kind of sure that this would be how he’d act. You were pretty similar and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had the same reaction when you first saw the constellations on your ceiling. He was quiet for a while, taking in the view and the only way you knew he was awake was by the way his hand softly caressed your hair.

“Hey Y/N. Do you ever think how crazy it is that we met?” His voice was almost a whisper as he turned on his side to look at you. Turning to face him, you placed your hand on his cheek as he continued. “Like you would have to make a company at the perfect time, get your contract with Samsung, decide to move to Korea, convince my boss to sign with you, and then throw that gala, and at the same time I would have to decide to be a rapper, sign to this company, make it big at the right time, come across your non-profit at the right time, and successfully convince Bang PD to let us go to your event. Isn’t that crazy how all those little decisions led to this?”

You were stunned. You had never thought about it that way. How everyone you met was by such a coincidence, how you met Joon was such a coincidence. The way he phrased it made it seem like fate. Maybe it was.

“You forgot about the part where I almost didn’t let you come to the gala.” You joked. You knew he was being serious, but your internal defense mechanisms were in full gear. You didn’t know why you were making light of his beautiful statement, but you felt if you didn’t, you’d fall for him even further and you weren't ready for that.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled, his hand rubbing circles into your waist.

“Your team asked me four hours before the gala that you were coming.” He snorted at your response. “You’re lucky Jiyoung is a fan.”

“Well, then I’ll send a thank you card to her.” He gazed at you adoringly as he pulled you closer. “You know I wasn’t joking earlier… I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Joon.” you whispered as he captured your lips into a kiss. You both continued discussing the coincidences that had to align for you to meet, stealing kisses as you drift off to sleep. 

Wrapped up in his arms, with the twinkling stars on your ceiling, it was the best sleep you had had in a long while.

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Indiana was sure she’d never had a longer Monday in her life, and Tuesday wasn’t looking any better. Her lecture droned on and she did everything she could to stay engaged, from downing the rest of her water bottle to doodling on the side of her notes. 

Just as her professor started to move into the brachial plexus, she saw a small message notification appear in the top right corner of her laptop screen. A text, from Grayson.

Wyd? :)

It took all her power not to scoff in the middle of the room. The fact that he’d actually sent her a ‘wyd’ was almost too much.

learning, what’s it to yah

She scrolled to catch up with her professor, trying to keep up.

I’m bored

You want a vanilla oatmilk latte later, right?

Or did I not remember that right

Triple texter, of course. She typed out a quick shhh, unless you can teach me about the brachial plexus I gotta pay attention. I’ll text you when I’m out and turned back to her notes, scribbling out the diagram that her professor was drawing on the board.

But she still smiled when she got a p sure you just made that up but okay :) from him. 

Lecture sped up after that, her professor moving much too quickly through the nerves and innervations of muscles within the plexus that she could barely wrap her head around. She was going to have to review all of it again to even begin to fully understand. At least it wasn’t chemistry like it had been last semester - anatomy she could handle because at least it was interesting. Before she knew it she was closing her notebook and laptop, throwing them in her bag and heading out the door in a bid to get to the hospital faster. 

Little did she know, Grayson was waiting in line at Jet’s already, having come to the city much earlier than he needed to, toe of his Air Force One tapping on the tile as his nerves ran wild. He caught his reflection in one of the windows and paused to double check himself, just like he had that afternoon in his mom’s hallway, looking in the mirror that was hanging on the wall. Ethan had caught him in the act, and he knew it wouldn’t slip past him. 

“Alright, spill. You’re being sus.” Ethan’s words were garbled by the PB&J  in his mouth, but it still made Grayson panic a bit.

“Am not.”

“Cut the shit Gray, you only wear belts when you’re trying to impress somebody and I highly doubt you’re trying to woo over the kids. What’s her name?”

“I hate you.” 

“Interesting name.” That earned him a middle finger.

“Indiana.”

“Actual interesting name. She cute?”

“Very. And smart. And funny too. Good with kids.”

“And tick tick tick go the soulmate boxes. You gonna try to make a move?”

“We’ve talked one time bro. That’d be bold.”

“Yeah, and you’re you.You fall in love when somebody blinks at you right. Case made. Let me know when the wedding is.”

Grayson didn’t have a comeback for that, so he just huffed a bit and let out a “fuck off” before he turned to head for city an hour before he needed to. 

“Next… Next.” 

He pulled his head up, realizing the line had disappeared in front of him. He moved up to the counter, hoping he’d remembered her order right since she’d yet to answer him again.

“Can I do a large dark roast, and a large vanilla oatmilk latte please?”

Down the line, a man with an impressive beard and large gauges perked up as Grayson put his card into the reader. 

“Wouldn’t happen to be for Indiana Cross would it?” 

He wasn’t sure what the right answer was, so he just went with the truth. “Yeah, actually it is.”

Based on the way that the man squinted his eyes at him, Grayson realized it was apparently very much the wrong answer. 

“And you are?” He asked.

“Grayson.”

“Grayson.” He repeated, obviously waiting for an elaboration.

“I uh… I volunteer with her at the hospital?”

Right answer. The man relaxed, going back to making coffee with a nod. He tried to run through the possibilities while he waited for the drinks. Brother? Probably not. Ex-boyfriend? Possibly. 

“She’s a good egg, used to work here before school got to be too much. You’re lucky to have a friend like her,” he said after passing over the drinks. 

Protective manager. Not what he expected, but he understood. He had a feeling it wasn’t just him who had gotten attached so quickly.

“Yeah, yeah I am for sure. Thanks, have a great day.”

“You too…” he trailed off, waiting. He didn’t know if he’d forgotten his name already or just didn’t want to admit he remembered it.  

“Grayson.”

“Right. I’m Patrick. See you around.” 

“Yeah man, see you.” 

Grayson headed out the door, balancing one cup on top of the other so he could text her quickly. 

You at the hosp yet?

no, I’m not at the ‘hosp’ haha I’m walking there now

You didn’t text me when you got out of class

I’m hurt

boo hoo

:(

Lemme just 

Throw this coffee away real quick

hey hey now those are fighting words

oh shit I never texted you about the coffee, but you were right, vanilla oatmilk latte

I’ll give you a pass this time since you were learning about the brachial whatever

You’re lucky im awesome and remembered

wow

the most awesome

love to see it

just wait outside of jets, I’ll be there in a minute

Okay :)

He did as she asked, moving out of the steady stream of people that were on the sidewalk to watch people who passed, waiting for her. Every time he saw a head of blonde hair he perked up, until finally he recognized her moving towards him. She was dressed more casually than on Sunday, with a baggy crewneck on with her jeans and Air Force Ones. 

She noticed him a moment after he saw her, so by the time she laid eyes on him he was beaming, putting his phone away and moving towards her. 

“A large? You spoil me,” she teased, taking the cup from him gratefully. It was delicious as always, but she was more focused on his outfit – a tight black long sleeve shirt tucked into a pair of nice maroon pants, a large belt buckle resting on his waist. 

“We match,” he grinned, pointing a toe out to show off his shoes. It was about the only thing that matched – she felt frumpy next to him in her comfy clothes that she wore to class. Even her Air Forces were dingy compared to his, dull and dirty.

“Uh huh, right. I didn’t know that our first joint Buddies meeting was a fashion show, give a girl some warning next time, will yah?” 

“Oh shut up, you look cute.” 

Her eyebrows went up as she looked down at herself, then back at him. He threw her back the same look of disbelief.

“Did I stutter?” He asked, practically daring her to argue with him. She just blushed and shook her head, taking a drink of her coffee as they started towards Frazier. They walked shoulder to shoulder and Indiana was grateful – it was fractionally less common in the colder months, but she always got her fair share of cat calls on the streets. After getting to know him, she didn’t find Grayson even slightly intimidating anymore, but she still had the image of him on that bench, broad and serious, and she knew it was no coincidence that everyone fell silent with him beside her. 

It was a new feeling, having to hold herself back. She’d never had the urge to wrap her arms around someone walking next to her, reach out and hold onto their arm, even just reach down to hold their hand. It made her giddy and skeptical at the same time as she tried to distract herself, watching the cars drive by, honking at each other. 

“Where’d you go?” Grayson hummed, bumping her just barely and pulling her out of her head. Her heart swelled a bit hearing her signature phrase fall so easily from his lips, which seemed much pinker than she’d last remembered as he took a sip of his coffee and waited for her answer. A few moments later he quirked an eyebrow – a very well-manicured eyebrow. Did he get those waxed? She resisted the urge to reach up and smooth down her own that she knew were bushy and definitely not as nice as his.

“Indiana. You good?” He tried again, 

“Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah I’m good, sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I was just checkin on you. Do we have a plan for this meeting or do you normally just go with the flow?”

“Depends on the mood she’s in. I’ve got some stuff in my bag – cards, my school stuff cause she likes to help me study sometimes. Other times she just likes to play 20 questions or hang out and talk. You’ll be the new shiny toy, so prepare for a bunch of questions. Especially about your teeth earrings.” 

He balked as they got to the doors, following her quick steps into the lobby.

“I’m sorry my what?” 

“It’s not everyday someone has diamonds in their teeth sir.”

“Okay but they aren’t teeth earrings, give me some fucking credit.”

“Definitely teeth earrings.”

“Jewels.”

“Teeth. Earrings. Oh my god, I’m gonna introduce you as teeth earring guy.” Her laughter filled the elevator as they stepped in.

“Oh god,” he groaned, letting his head fall back against the side of the little box as it moved up to the second floor. Indiana gave her most mischievous grin when the doors opened, walking quickly through the halls. It took Grayson a minute to realize that she was trying to beat him to Bekah’s room and he sped up his steps, trying to keep it casual as he passed rooms of kids and families, walking as fast as he could without full on running down the hall. They didn’t see the nurses laughing at their antics, but they didn’t care. Indiana side stepped into Bekah’s room abruptly, so fast that Grayson almost knocked her over trying to stop behind her. 

Bekah was up walking around in a hoodie and leggings, and when she turned she immediately pointed over Indiana’s shoulder.

“Teeth earring guy!” 

They couldn’t help it – they both busted out laughing, Indiana grabbing onto his shoulder to keep herself from falling over. When they finally got it together he spoke up first.

“My name is actually Grayson, but you can call me teeth earring guy if you wanna.”

“I’m Bekah Newcomb. Mandatory intro spiel, I’m 15, stage 3 leukemia. My parents aren’t pieces of shit, they just work a lot so they’re never here. No siblings because why mess with perfection. Any questions?” 

Indiana bit her tongue – she had forgotten about the spiel, forgotten that it was Bekah’s favorite way to test new people, make them uncomfortable. Her eyes flickered over to Grayson, but he had the biggest smile on his face.

“Only one, but it’s very important. You ready?”

“Hit me with it,” she said, anxiously waiting. 

“Is cereal a soup?” 

Indiana couldn’t have planned a better intro for the two of them – they bonded so quickly right there before her eyes, debating the constituting factors of soup, and it had her melting to see him interacting so easily with the girl who meant so much to her. Bekah didn’t even attempt to put up her usual front, just laughed and joked with him as if she’d known him for years. The hours flew by, games of war and BS passing the time as Bekah sat at the top of her bed and Indiana and Grayson sat at the end of it, knees touching as they resisted the urge to peek at each-others cards. 

The only hiccup came when Bekah got her meds at 7, but she put on her best show for Grayson, managing to keep her stomach settled enough to avoid puking. It was the most fun visit either of them had had in a while, and Bekah fought her drowsiness until visiting hours were over at 8. Indiana had to be the voice of reason, starting the goodbyes before the nurses came to kick them out.

“Are you both coming back on Thursday?” Bekah called out as they headed for the door. 

“Hell yeah we are. Want us to bring anything?” Grayson grinned.

Indiana liked the sound of us.

“Cereal, so we can test our theories.” 

“You got it. See yah Thursday Beks.”

“See yah Thursday, Earrings.” 

His laugh was so loud that the nurses at the desk peeked their heads around to see what was happening – but they were smiling up at the two of them as they signed out and started down the hallway they’d come up. 

As soon as they cleared the ocean hallway, Grayson turned to her.

“Was that okay? Like was that good?” There was genuine concern in his voice, and Indiana had to bite back a laugh. 

“Are you seriously asking?”

“Yeah, ‘course I am.”

“Grayson she loved it. She loved you. I haven’t seen her smile that big since she’s come in for this round of treatment. Were you worried about that?” She didn’t stop herself from reaching out and holding onto his shoulder, squeezing lightly as they stopped walking. 

“A little,” he admitted, relaxing under her touch.

“You’re a natural, I told you that. I promise you did great, I wouldn’t bullshit you.” 

He stopped walking for a minute, and there was an intensity in his gaze that had her stomach fluttering.

She didn’t know what she expected, but it definitely wasn’t for him to say “Can I take you to dinner?”

“Now?” Stupid answer.

“Well, it is dinner time. But if you aren’t hungry I could wait a while. Or if you don’t want to go, that’s totally okay, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything just cause we’re doing this together and we share a buddy and-”

“I want to go to dinner,” she cut him off, and he could see the hesitation on her face.

“I sense a but coming…”

“But -”

His heart sank a bit - he’d fallen into the trap he always managed to get himself into, falling too quickly, making his move too fast. But it was natural to be next to her, to talk to her, to have her hand stay on his shoulder. He liked the feeling of her there, the sound of her laughter and the brightness of her smile, and he couldn’t quite hold himself back it seemed. It made the rejection he knew he was about to get hurt even worse. 

“But, I have to study tonight,” she sighed, and there was a genuineness to it that had him breathing a bit easier. She actually seemed disappointed, and the hope he felt rose up again.

“Oh yeah, the biceps whatever thing, that shit sounded complicated.”

“The brachial plexus, but A for effort,” she teased. “No but seriously, I gotta get that shit down or I’m gonna forget everything she said about it today. But I really do wanna go to dinner, I’m not blowing you off.” She rushed through her reassurances, dropping her arm and starting to walk again, towards the stairs this time.

“I believe you. How about Thursday, after we hang with Beks?” 

“Yeah, I can do Thursday!”

“Gang.” Fuck. He’d been doing pretty well at hiding all the slang he’d picked up in LA.

“Did you… what?”

“Nothing, pretend you didn’t hear that. Thursday sounds great. Oh, before I forget, can you bring some non-dairy milk with you when you come?”

She paused for a minute, looking up at him from a few stairs below like he’d grown another head.

“You want me to bring milk… non-dairy milk… to dinner.”

“No! No no, for the cereal! I just have a long drive and I don’t want it to get all gross and hot on the way, and since you walked I figure you live close by. I can venmo you for it.”

“Oh! Yeah, I can bring some, you don’t have to venmo me for it, no biggie.”

“Okay cool. Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t ask you to bring milk on a da- to dinner. Bring it to dinner. That would be… weird.” His cheeks burned hotter than he realized they could. The fact that he’d almost slipped and said date had embarrassment and panic coursing through every inch of his body, and he could already hear the way Ethan was going to laugh when he told him the story later. 

Of course Indiana heard it, but the way he was blushing to his ears had her pretending she didn’t.

“Thursday it is then,” she grinned, opening the door of the stairwell and holding it until Grayson passed through. The massive windows of the lobby were painted indigo, washed out a bit by the city lights but dark nonetheless. 

“Damn it’s dark,” he muttered. Even though it was beginning to get dark earlier now with autumn on the horizon, it was still much dimmer than he was used to.

“It’s supposed to storm the rest of the week, probably just the clouds,” she shrugged. She looked small for the first time to him, headed towards the doors.

“Can I drive you home? It’s really dark out.” The words came out before he could think them over - that seemed to be the effect she had on him. 

“Oh, it’s okay! I only live like three blocks from here, by the time you get your car I’ll probably be home,” she reassured him with a smile.

“Can I walk you then? I don’t like the idea of you walking out there in the dark by yourself.”

She paused at the door, and he half expected her to turn and remind him that she was very much capable of walking herself. But she surprised him, as she always seemed to do.

“Yeah, yeah that would be really nice actually. If you don’t care.” 

“No, I’d love to. You ready?”

She nodded and pushed the doors open, hair blowing back in the wind as she walked outside. The temperature had dropped significantly, the true sign of a storm coming through just as she’d suggested.

He took his spot beside her, shortening his strides so he didn’t stray too far from her, standing tall and broad. Indiana felt small next to him, but in a good way for once. It was even more comforting than earlier, and she took slower steps than she usually did, trying to draw it out as long as possible. She tried to convince herself it was because she wanted to procrastinate studying, didn’t want to have to tackle her notes, but in reality she knew it was because she didn’t want the night to end. 

It was a comfortable kind of quiet, the bustle of the city streets creating the perfect background noise as they weaved down the sidewalks. Indiana felt like if anyone looked at them they’d be able to see the little bubble of nervous energy surrounding the two of them - it had her feeling like she was back in middle school, giddy because the cute boy looked at her for two seconds.

Much too quickly, her apartment building appeared, tall and imposing in the dark.

“This is me.”

“Damn, that really was a short walk.”

For once, she wished it had been longer.

“Thanks again for walking me.”

“Yeah, yeah no problem, anytime. Um… have a good night.” He could hear the awkwardness in his tone, felt like it was palpable in the city air.

“Goodnight Grayson. Drive safe.”

“Goodnight Indiana. Sleep safe.”

That earned him his new favorite smile, but only for a moment before she disappeared into the lobby.

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 “Bro, will you fucking focus?” 

There were few things that annoyed Grayson more than his brother taking too long to finish his reps on the equipment, but that day he’d become his own pet peeve. In his head, distracted, constantly checking his phone - and Ethan was beyond annoyed.

“Alright, out with it. The fuck is goin on in there?” Ethan smacked Grayson’s head lightly, concern starting to overpower the annoyance. 

“It’s nothing, let’s just finish this shit before it rains again,” he huffed, moving to the single pull up bar that he’d built last year and starting his reps. The sky was a dreary gray, the cold of autumn starting to come in and clinging to everything it touched.

It wasn’t nothing. Actually, it was much much more than that, and Ethan knew it too, but he didn’t pry. Yet. He did his best to keep his brother focused for the rest of their Wednesday work out, encouraging him to get more reps, to push a bit harder. It didn’t seem to clear his head at all, and Ethan held his tongue for a few more hours, waited until they were both showered, in fresh clothes and in the kitchen making lunch for him to finally ask again.

“Is it the girl? Indiana?”

Grayson didn’t answer, but the look that he threw Ethan from his spot in front of the stove told him enough.

“What’d she say? Lemme see.” 

He passed his phone over, moving back to stir soup he was making as Ethan read the message. Grayson remembered exactly what it said, even if his twin didn’t mumble it out as he read.

“Hey, about dinner tomorrow. Turns out my sister and brother in law are moving out of my place (finally) because Charlie got a new photography deal and I promised I would help them move :( but we could do dinner on Saturday night if that works for you still? If not it’s okay. What’s wrong with that?” Ethan asked.

“She doesn’t wanna have dinner,” Grayson muttered, watching the soup spin in the pot as he stirred.

“That is so not what that means. Is this seriously what you’ve been pouting about all morning?” Ethan had to bite back his laugh. He hadn’t seen his brother this in his head about something in a while, and he didn’t want to make him feel stupid for being worried. “If she didn’t want to have dinner, she wouldn’t have asked about Saturday.” 

“How do you know? You haven’t even met her.” 

“Cause I’ve had a girlfriend for two years. You just learn what they mean in their texts even if they don’t say it.” 

The last thing Grayson needed in that moment was a reminder that his brother was in a very loving relationship, but he let it slide. Eden had come into their lives a few years back, a fireball of take-no-shit and feminine power unlike either of them had ever seen. It was a learning curve, and Ethan was determined to ace the test. Grayson was glad that he had - she’d become a sister to him, and she brought fun and laughter to their life out in California. 

“Call Eden, see what she thinks,” Grayson said, scooping soup out into bowls for the two of them. Ethan did as he asked, pulling up facetime and letting it ring through until she appeared on the screen, wide smile bright against her tanned skin, California sun bright in the background. 

“Hey baby! What’s up?”

“Grayson’s having girl problems.”

“Oooo I love girl problems, hand him over,” she teased, still beaming when Ethan passed over his phone. 

“Alright hit me with it, what’s the tea?” 

Grayson tried to give her the short version of how he and Indiana had met, but he found himself elaborating with each detail that he remembered, from every word of the text down to the way she said goodbye the last time he’d seen her, only the night before. It felt like longer than that. 

Eden was quiet for a moment after he finally finished the story, but by her coy smile he knew she was just trying to figure out how to word everything correctly. 

“Okay, so first off, just to clear things up, she’s not blowing you off.”

He wanted to believe her, desperately, but the doubt must have still been obvious on his face, because she rolled her eyes before she launched into her explanation.

“She texted you today instead of tomorrow, which probably means as soon as she found out she told you. That’s a good sign. She’s nervous too, that’s why she said ‘if not it’s okay’, cause she’s trying to give you an out if you want it.”

He very much didn’t want an out. He actually wanted an in.

“The fact that she reached out at all shows that she cares, and she’s trying to set up another time which definitely means she’s interested. Most girls would just wait to see if you would set up another one, that’s what I would have done. Tested to see if you were invested. But if she’s willing to do it, that means she must be pretty sure of you. Or totally oblivious to the fact that you like her. Either way, you’re in good shape.” 

“Who said I like her?” He muttered, getting a barking laugh out of both members of his audience.

He let them fall into conversation without him, the quick catch up of their day that they’d been doing lately since they were on opposite sides of the country. It was hard for Ethan, but he managed it well, with plenty of sappy texts and nightly facetimes that would have Grayson gagging but secretly wishing he had someone to talk to like that.

He wondered what Indiana was like on facetime while he ate his soup. He wondered what her favorite color was, why she took oatmilk in her coffee instead of regular, what her class schedule was. Wondered what time she woke up on the mornings when she could sleep in, what she’d want to do on a real date, what her room looked like. He never realized how much mental space he had for someone other than himself or Ethan, and he found himself obsessing the smallest things, trying to ignore the butterflies it brought to his stomach.

Ethan didn’t help once he finished his call and started devouring his luke-warm bowl of veggie soup.

“Bro you’re in deep, I can tell. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get this attached this quick before.” 

“There’s just something about her dude. It’s scaring me a little honestly. I’ve never felt like this about anybody, and I’ve literally only seen her twice. I mean, I barely even know her, but I can’t stop thinking about her. Is that weird?” 

Ethan thought of about twenty comebacks that he could have used, but he bit them back. He could feel his twin’s anxiety, and he wasn’t about to add to it.

“Nah man. It’s not weird. It’s intense, but it’s not weird. And hey, if she ends up being the one someday it’ll make a cute story. You hear all sorts of people say they fell in love the first time they saw their person, who says that couldn’t be you, yah know? But hey, I gotta meet her before you go proposing or some shit.” He bumped his shoulder with a smile, turning back to his bowl of soup so Grayson didn’t feel like he had to respond right away.

He thought on it for a minute, trying to process everything his brother had just laid out on the table. And then he pulled his phone out, clicked on his new favorite thread to check, and typed out his reply.

Saturday date it is

See you tomorrow :)

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Indiana Cross was never late. In fact, she was usually a minimum 10 of minutes early. But one too many outfits changes had slowed her down and she was cutting it too close for comfort - so close that when she looked out and saw the rain had started up again, she contemplated just running out into it and getting drenched instead of trying to make it back upstairs to get her umbrella. 

She peered out into the street through the lobby doors, trying to decide if the drops would be enough to ruin her outfit, when something caught her eye. 

A hand, waving quite cutely at her through the glass. 

Grayson was outside, massive black umbrella over his head and a wide smile on his face as he walked up to the doors, waiting for her. He hadn’t said anything about coming to pick her up, but her heart fluttered at the sight of him anyways - she’d seen him just a few days ago, on Thursday, where they’d sat on Bekah’s bed again and ate cereal and laughed and joked. But it felt like it had been forever, and with the added stress of moving Charlie and Devin out, and the hard goodbye that she didn’t want to admit was hard, she hadn’t really relaxed since she’d last seen him. 

He made sure there wasn’t a gap between the awning and his umbrella so she could duck under it without getting wet. As soon as she was under she made her move, if you could even call it that, and wrapped her hands around his bicep, trying not to gawk at how big it was. Instead, she looked up at him and scrunched her nose.

“Hi.”

“Hi there,” he beamed, and she could see the excitement in every single one of his features. “Figured I could walk you. You ready?”

She nodded, holding on to him as they started to walk down the sidewalks. His slow Jersey pace mixed with her short legs and quick New Yorker steps kept them perfectly in sync as they dodged puddles and soaked up the feeling of being together again. 

The conversation flowed as easily as ever, Grayson asking her how moving Charlie out went, if she was sad to have her sister so far away. They talked about Cameron going to school in South Carolina, and how he and Ethan couldn’t spend more than a week apart without going crazy. She talked about school, the assignments she had lined up for the week, the exam she had already started studying for even though it was next Friday. Every time they got to a puddle that was too big for both of them to walk around he guided her to the dry part, walking lightly through the water so he didn’t splash her. 

They got to the hospital much too quickly, and she let go of his arm reluctantly so he could pull the umbrella down and shake off the excess water before they made it in. Grayson led the way up the stairs and onto the unit, waving at the kids he saw, giving Andre a high five as he passed and asking the nurses how their shift was going. Indiana couldn’t help but notice the way the younger nurses - actually, all the nurses, seemed to be watching his every move, blushing and smiling at him as he passed.

She fought the urge to reach out and hold his hand, walking just a bit closer to him so their arms brushed against each other as they moved. It sent electricity through every nerve ending on her body, and she got so caught up in it that she almost forgot to stop him before they made it to Bekah’s room.

“Hey, one thing. I know we’re going on a date later, but let’s not have any… like us stuff, while we’re here. I don’t want Bekah to feel like a third wheel or anything, cause we’re here for her. Deal?” 

“Deal.” There was a prideful look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place, but she didn’t have time to analyze it before she stepped into the room. 

Bekah was in her bed, curled up under the blankets on her side. Her head was wrapped in a light blue scarf - something her mom had brought her a few days prior, sweatshirts pulled down over her hands as she shivered. 

Grayson’s face fell immediately, and he froze at his spot by the curtain. She looked sick, actually sick, for the first time, and it brought on a wave of memories and emotion that he wasn’t quite prepared for.

Indiana didn’t blink. 

“Hey you. How are you feeling?” Her tone was soft, soothing as she moved to her bedside and laid a hand on Bekah’s shoulder, starting to rub against her cold skin.

“S’ cold,” Bekah mumbled, burrowing down further, so far that Indiana could only see her brown eyes and the dark skin of her forehead.

“Want me to go see if I can get you another blanket?”

She nodded weakly, resting her head back on the pillow as Indiana stood up and moved over to Grayson.

“You okay in here by yourself for a minute?”

Grayson nodded, half to answer and half to convince himself. She gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before she disappeared out the door. He stood there in silence for a moment, hands shoved in his pockets, unsure of what to do.

Bekah peaked her head out just enough for her mouth to be visible before she spoke. 

“I’m not contagious, Earrings, you can come over here.”

The tension in his shoulders released and he walked over, sitting down as gently as he could on the edge of the bed.

“You’re weird,” Bekah said, eyes still closed. He panicked a bit, trying to keep his voice calm.

“Yeah? Why am I weird.”

“You don’t like being around sick people, but you’re volunteering at a kids hospital. Weird.” 

“I don’t think anyone likes seeing people sick,” he murmured, trying to word everything very carefully.

“Indiana likes being around sick people because she likes to help. I think you like to help too but it makes you uncomfortable.”

There was no malice in her tone, but it still made him let out a dry laugh.

“You’re an observant one, aren’t you.” 

“Not much else for me to do in here but watch people. But seriously, why’d you sign up to make yourself uncomfortable? Did someone tell you to?”

“Yeah, kinda. Someone told me if I could help that I should.”

“Your mom?”

“My dad actually,” he corrected quietly, toying with his fingers. Anytime he said his name out loud, no matter the form it took - dad, father, Sean - it was like he could feel it in his heart, a little tug on the original wound, a finger picking at a scab that wasn’t quite formed yet. 

“I’ll have to thank him for that some time. I like having you around, no matter how awkward you are.”

“Well thanks Beks.”

He was saved from his devolving thoughts by a very excited Indiana coming back into the room with not one, but three blankets stacked in her arms. 

“I declare it movie night,” she said, passing both of them their own blanket and rummaging for a remote, pulling up Emperor's New Groove before settling down into a chair on the other side of the bed. Grayson pulled one up so he could sit back, and without the distraction of conversation Bekah was out within the first 15 minutes, breaths deep despite the winces that she couldn’t hide. Indiana just ran a comforting hand over her arm until she lulled down further, tired muscles finally relaxing.

“She’s gonna be out the rest of the night, we might as well let her rest. You ready to go?” She asked after another twenty minutes, a bit of excitement returning to her eyes. 

He nodded, moving to fix Bekah’s blanket over top of her one last time before he clicked the TV off and left her to sleep. 

As soon as they signed out, he couldn’t hold back his questions.

“Is she getting worse? It seems like she’s getting worse.”

“Not necessarily. Chemo is weird like that sometimes, sometimes she’ll have good days with her meds, sometimes she’ll have bad ones. It’s just her body trying to fight for and against her at the same time. Exhausting, I would imagine. But she’s okay.”

“She doesn’t seem okay,” he said, looking back down the hallway before they went through the first set of doors.

“Hey.” He turned back to her, noted for a moment that her eyes were the same color as the painted jellyfish on the wall behind her. It grounded him somehow. “Don’t carry all this out here with you, it’ll wear you down. She’s in good hands, she’s sleeping, she’s safe. They’re doing everything they can for her, you’ve gotta trust in that.”

He knew that sometimes it didn’t matter how much they did, but he kept that to himself. 

“You want me to compartmentalize.” 

“A little bit, yes. It’s the only way you can survive something like this, trust me.” 

He did. And he knew she was right. So he closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, let himself let go for a moment and breathe a bit easier. Without a hesitation, he reached a hand out for hers as soon as he opened his eyes, linking his fingers with hers. 

“Okay. Let’s go on a date then.” 

“Let’s go on a date,” she repeated, squeezing her tiny hand against his as they started down the hallway again. 

He’d hatched a whole plan, ran the whole thing by both Ethan and Eden. They were going to get dinner at a little vegan food truck that he had made sure would be close by, walk the High Line for the last hour that it was open, and finish off with a late night coffee from Jets. 

“Do I get to know the details of this date?” She asked while he opened the umbrella up outside and offered him her arm, almost as if she knew he was running through the itinerary in his head for the entire walk.

“Nope, you’re just along for the ride.” He grinned, trying to keep his confidence up as he started walking down the sidewalk.

For the first block, everything was fine. The rain picked up slightly, but nothing too bad, and it only made her hold onto him a bit tighter, leaning into him to avoid getting wet. He reveled in the feeling, holding himself back from leaning over and kissing her forehead. 

The second block, things got a bit worse. The wind began to howl, thunder booming so loud above them that they both jumped. It seemed to shake the buildings around them a bit, and Grayson bit his lip, scrambling to think of what they would do if it got worse.

By the third block, all hell broke loose. The rain was coming down in sideways sheets, soaking their shoes and pants as Grayson tried to angle the umbrella and keep Indiana dry. It worked for approximately two seconds before the wind inverted the umbrella, leaving them both entirely exposed. 

“Sorry, fuck, sorry!” He yelled over the roar of the rain, trying desperately to fix it as their shirts became heavy and wet. Their hair stuck to their foreheads, and when he pushed his back he saw that Indiana was laughing, laughing so hard that she leaned back slightly, clutching her stomach.

“C’mon, c’mon!” She grabbed his hand, dragging him along as they ran through the downpour. He followed her blindly, holding tight to her slippery hand as she weaved them through umbrellas and past people huddled under stoops. 

When she pulled him into the lobby of her apartment building they were both laughing, breathless and giddy, so loud that a few people turned to look at them.

They didn’t notice.

“Your teeth are chattering,” Grayson laughed, reaching out to rest a hand on her quivering cheek. He was cold too, but he didn’t care. He hoped the blush he got out of her warmed her up a bit. “Not to invite myself up or anything, but do you care if I get dried off?”

She rolled her eyes at him, just taking his hand and leading him over to the elevator. 

Unfortunately, a perfectly dry woman in her 40’s stepped on with them, and all it took was the sound of the water dripping off their clothes onto the tile for them to both break into a fit of giggles, Grayson’s mouth going wide in a silent cackle that had Indiana having to cover her own to keep from being too loud. She felt like a middle schooler getting scolded in the back of class until they made it to her floor, stepping past the woman with a muttered ‘sorry’ and wide smiles. They stared at each other until the doors closed, and then they were laughing again, holding onto each other’s shoulders as they tried to make it down the hallway and breathe at the same time. 

Grayson was wiping tears by the time they got to her door, still giggling to himself as he started to shiver, his clothes getting colder by the minute. He took his shoes off outside the door, not wanting to track even more water inside as she opened the door

Her apartment was a bit warmer than the hallway, a welcoming and simple space with a small kitchen to the left and a cozy living room in front of him. Without realizing that he had even done it consciously, he had imagined her in a place just like this, with the big windows on the other side of the room covered in rain. 

“Nice place,” he murmured.

“It’s no house, but it’s nice enough,” she teased. “Let me see if Devin left anything here that you can wear, hold on.” 

She disappeared into a room on the right and he made his way into the living room, showing himself around. The picture frames on the top shelf caught his eye for a moment, and he smiled at how cute she looked as a baby, how beautiful she looked in her dress with her sister beside her. The woman holding her hands in the last one looked just like her, and he was about to ask when he felt Indiana behind him.

“That’s my mom. Nicole.”

“She seems like a great mom.”

“Yeah, she was.” 

Grayson froze. Fuck. 

“Shit, Indy, I’m sorry I-”

She put a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. But let’s not talk about it tonight, yeah?”

He nodded, trying to swallow down his guilt. He knew what it felt like to have that sprung on you without a warning, and he wished he could pull the words back out of the air, back out of her mind. 

“Try these.” She passed him a pair of pajama pants. “I’m still looking for a shirt, I might have something that’s big enough for you. There’s a bathroom in my room if you wanna change in there.” 

“I can just go shirtless for a while, it’s no big deal,” he reassured her. Her eyes went wide for a moment, and he saw her swallow.

“Okay. I’m gonna change now.”

“Okay. I’ll wait until you’re done.”

They stared at each other for a minute before Indiana finally moved, going into her room to start rummaging through her own clothes. She changed faster than she ever had, throwing on a pair of leggings and a crewneck with some comfy fuzzy socks before she was back in the living room.

“All yours. Um, do you want anything specific for dinner? I haven’t gone to the store in a while, and I would feel bad making somebody deliver in this weather,” she mumbled. 

“Well, I’m vegan, but don’t worry if you don’t have anything, I can make it till I get home.”

In all honesty, he was starving, but he wasn’t about to end the date early because of a lack of plant based meal choices. 

“I’ll see what I have, go change so I can put your clothes in the dryer with mine.”

He did as she asked, moving into her room. It was similar to the living room - white bedding, simplistic artwork in wooden frames on the walls. But above her bed were an assortment of vinyls, and he actually gasped when he saw the one in the middle.

“You listen to Cudi?!” He yelled, running back into the living room. Indiana was in the kitchen with a cucumber in her hands, but he made her jump so hard that she almost dropped it.

“Yeah, do you?”

“I fucking love Cudi dude, he’s the best artist of all time. I can’t believe you listen to him too.” 

“Do I not give off Cudi vibes,” she laughed, putting the words in air quotes.

“No, you definitely do not.”

“What vibes do I give off then? Or do I not wanna know.”

“You don’t wanna know,” he grinned, flinching when she raised the cucumber like she was going to throw it.

“Go change Gray.”

He went back in, headed to her bathroom. It was much darker than the rest of the house, with a dark gray shower curtain adorned with wildflowers. He locked the door and stripped down quickly - his underwear were still damp, but he wasn’t about to go commando, especially if he was gonna risk having to hide a boner later. He had no idea how far the night was going to go, but he wanted to be ready for anything.

Standing there in the mirror in his boxers, he contemplated it for a minute, and then pulled a very 2016 Grayson move of dropping to the floor and doing a quick set of push ups so that his bare arms were a bit more swollen than they had been. 

He pulled the pants on, groaning a bit at how long they were, and how tight they clung to his ass. Worried that he’d spent too long in the bathroom he picked up his wet clothes and headed back to the living room with the ends of his pants rolled up three times so he didn’t trip on them.

“You didn’t tell me Devin was a fucking giant dude! How tall is that mans?” 

“He’s 6’5”,” Indiana laughed from somewhere he couldn’t see her, popping up with a loaf of bread and putting it on the counter. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, so much tanned skin stretched over thick bands of muscle that it had her mouth dry. She swallowed again before she spoke. “Just sit those down, I can put them in the dryer.” “I can do it, are yours already in there?” 

“Yeah, it’s over there.” She smiled and pointed to the doors in the hallway. He put them in and turned it on before he finally made it to the kitchen and saw the assortment on the counter. But she wasn’t looking at the food anymore - her eyes were all for him, and he felt himself fall nervous under her gaze again. 

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re just cute.”

“Oh yeah, these pants are what do it for you huh?” He gave her a little spin just to make her laugh.

“Did I stutter?” She tilted her head to the side just barely, and it took all his self control not to lean in and kiss her right then. Instead, he just shook the thought from his head and stood close enough to where her shoulder was against his arm. 

“What’re we workin’ with?”

“Well. I’ve got apples, a few grapes, jelly, some lettuce, bread, peanut butter, a sweet potato and crackers. Sorry.” She was sheepish, and he just shook his head at her with a frown.

“Nothing to be sorry for. You trust my PB&J making abilities?” 

“That depends entirely on if you cut it into triangles or squares.” 

“Oh c’mon, it’s triangles all day,” he scoffed, getting a laugh out of her that had him floating. 

“Then yes, I approve. Do you care if I study while you make them? I just have a few things to go over.”

“Do whatever you gotta do,” he reassured her, moving to open the bread while she went back to her backpack. She was back quickly, with a stack of flashcards in her hands. 

“Here,” he cleared her a spot on the counter next to where he was working. “Sit up here, teach me some stuff.”

“It’s just vocab stuff, nothing interesting.” 

“Just say it outloud, maybe I’ll learn something.”

And so she did, laughing at the way his brows would furrow and the incredulous look he’d give her when it was a particularly long word. He took his time on the sandwiches, moving to cut up two apples and split the rest of the grapes between the two plates that he found after looking through the cabinets. 

He cleared his throat and held out the plate on the palm of his hand. “Bon appetit madam.”

“Why thank you,” she giggled, sitting her cards down and taking it from him gratefully. She stayed perched on the counter and he leaned back against the fridge, taking his own plate in his hands. She complimented the food as she ate, wiggling slightly in the cutest way. Finally, she spoke up.

“Since we’re here, do I get to know what the actual date plan was?”

“Nah, I’m saving that shit for the future,” he smiled, taking the last bite of his sandwich. Even he had to admit it was good despite the slightly stale bread.

“Oh the future huh?” 

“Yeah. Like next week.” 

“I’ll pencil you into my planner then,” she grinned, tossing a few grapes into her mouth. 

“I can’t tell if that’s sarcastic or not.”

“It’s not. Writing everything down keeps me sane I think.”

“Hey, organization is sexy,” he laughed, biting down on an apple slice. 

“Good to know.” Her words were a bit muddled around the bite she had in her mouth, and Grayson put his empty plate aside, content to sit and watch her finish her meal. It was so easy to be around her, and he didn’t second guess anything he did or said - he hadn’t realized until her how much he altered himself around everyone he met.

“10 outta 10 PB&J, I’m impressed,” she smiled at him, moving her plate to the side after a moment. He couldn’t help but notice the tiny bit of jelly clinging to her cheek, purple and sticky against her skin.

“You’ve got a little - here,” he stepped up to her, reaching a hand out and running his thumb over it to get it off. But he didn’t let go - not when she looked up at him with those bright blue eyes, just like the jellyfish on the walls, and then he watched her look at his lips once before he leaned in. 

She tasted sweet, lips soft against his. They were both hesitant, not sure of how far to take it. Short and sweet, they separated and looked at each other. He felt like he could float away when she brought a hand up to his hair and pulled him back in for another. He moved a hand to the counter for leverage, leaning into her as she smiled against him.

“You taste like apples,” she whispered, and then they were both laughing like they had been all night, cheeks and stomachs sore in the best way.

“C’mon you, what do you wanna do with the rest of our date night?”

“We could finish Emperor’s New Groove?” She poised. 

He moved his hands to her waist, pulling her off the counter as she squealed, sitting her on her feet and taking her hand, headed to the living room. Ten minutes later and he was leaned back on the couch, feet up on the coffee table so she could curl up against his bare chest under the blanket while she scrolled through the film, trying to find where they left off.

He hoped that she’d undershoot it - anything to keep them right there, in each other's arms; bliss, as the storm raged on outside.

[arohasfiction]

Basketball Princess~🧚🏻🏀

As i promised, a Basketball AU Scenario based on Eunwoo's pictures from " Handsome Tigers" for my cutie friend @lookin-for-astro-mutuals who has been waiting for it, i hope you Enjoy it~^^

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Pairing: Cha Eunwoo X Female Reader

Gener: Too Fluffy, Basketball AU

Word Count: 2116

A/N: This time I've added some pics and texts to make it look more interesting 😊+ Dialogues are coloured [ Y/N: Pink] , [ Cha Eunwoo: Purple].

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Credits to the Gif Owner~

You are known to be one of the Top students at your university, you're kind, sweet, intelligent and everyone liked friending you. You seemed like a quite and calm person to the others, but you're not, you liked moving around alot and you like to play many sports, one of your favourite was Basketball.

Like Every University and college, there are clubs for Art, Music, dancing, Football and many different clubs to join, one of your wishes during your time at university was to join the Basketball club, basically because you loved basketball, but unfortunately, boys are the only ones allowed to join it and girls can only come to cheer for the members.

You Sighed at the thought of not being able to join your favourite sport's club as you were walking to your next class. On your way, you passed by the gym , you still have 15 minutes until your class starts, so you thought of going inside to take a look since you still have some spare time. You walked inside and stood near to the door watching the basketball team playing a match along with each other, you started reading their faces, they were sweating alot and looked tired but at the same time, their eyes looked full of excitement, they didn't care about anything and they seemed to be enjoying in their own world, and for a second you wished if you were able to join them . You were observing each one of them when your eyes met with a long handsome boy who was brushing his hair of his forehead, he looked sweaty but it made him even more handsome that made your heart skip a beat.

Of course you know him, he is famous in the college to be a top student among boys like you, and he is a talented basketball player and nonetheless every girl in the Campus have a crush on him.

You shyly looked away but looked back at him again, and as they say it needs only 3 seconds to fall in love. As your eyes turned back on him, you're eyes met again and this time he waved at you with a smiley face, you turned around yourself as you thought he was waving at someone else, you looked at him again pointing at yourself, " Me..?", He nodded as he was giggling at you and slowly started approching , "Hello (Y/N)~", " Hi Eunwoo Sunbai...wait how did you know my name~?", " And how can i not know my academic rival's name?" You giggled at his answer , " and how did you know my name~?", " You're the most famous boy in the university campus so yeah hehehe", " If its okay with you, We should hangout sometimes we can study together too,...and..if you like we can meet at lunch after your class", "Sure i don't mind" your conversation went smoothly, it was as if you two were friends from a long time. Your class ended and now you have 2hours break until your next class starts, as you promised Eunwoo, you went to cafeteria and waited for him to come, when he did , you started eating and chatting, " So earlier you seemed to be interested in basketball am i right?", " Well, i love basketball since i was a kid and i really wanna play it, but as you see I can't here.." you said pouting ," Hmm.. that's sad..how about you play it outside the college, plus i can show you some tricks too" ," you well? For real?? Omg thank you so much!!" Eunwoo's cheeks starts to get red as he saw how excited you are . After having lunch you two exchanged phone numbers and decided to meet in the neighborhood's basketball playground.

You with your hoodie and ponytail hair were standing in the middle of the playground aiming at the basket infront of you, with a slight jump and accurate throw, the ball went inside and it was a goal, you heard someone clapping from a distance coming close, you turned around to see Eunwoo in a casual outfit " Wow! Nice shot!" He was really looking so normal but for some reason your heart skipped a beat. You both continued playing until your tummies started making some wired noises that tells you its time to eat, " I'm soooo hungry wanna have some ramyun??" You said, " Sure there is a grocery store near by lets head to it", you both bought ramyuns and started eating, without realizing he was observing you while you're eating, you felt in that gaze so you looked up " Eunwoo-yah, something wrong? Wait there is something on my face right!" , He finally realized that he was staring at you and shyly looked at his ramyun saying" oh haha no, its nothing". your day ended and its time to head back and he insisted to take you home, do you think he walked you home? no you're wrong, he told you to wait for him and he came back with his sport black Car with 2 comfy seats, he got out of the car and opened the door for you, you sat down and so he did, he pullled the seat belt on you and you were afraid that he might hear your heart beat, and soon he drove you home.

Day by day,after hanging out together both of your feelings grew bigger and both of you realized that you love each other, but no one of you took the chance to confess, probably afraid of ruining your friendship. That day your lecturer ended the class earlier than you thought so decided yo text Eunwoo to ask him if he's in class or somewhere else.

You finally reached the Gym and entered, Eunwoo saw you, smiled and continued playing, you just stood there watching him, since you started to have feelings to him , everything he did looked lovely and cool, your heart beated fast at the tiniest actions he does, you were too focused with your thoughts and didn't notice the basketball coming to you like a rocket ship, before you can even protect yourself, two wide arms immediately pulled you and got wrapped around you, one is placed at your back and the other one covering your head, yes Eunwoo pulled you into his embrace to protect you from the ball by making himself a shield, you heart was attacked by the sudden action, your mind was still processing what just happened, Eunwoo pulled off and cupped your face, " Hey, Are you alright!! Did you get hurt somewhere??!" He said almost freaking out, the words barely came out of your mouth, your cheeks were so reddish " ahh-hh yes...yes I'm fine" but you went back to your consciousness, and remembered that he defeated the ball with his back to protect you, " wait!! Are you hurt, the ball hit you really hard, lets go and get some ice from thr clinic!!", You said with a worried face, "heheh its okay I'm fine its not a big deal, I'm glad you're not hurt" he paused for a moment then continued saying " Mm (Y/N)", " Yes?", " Are you free now? Wanna have some ice cream?", "Sure, but did you finish practicing?" ," Yeah I'm done, just let me bring my bag and I will come". And so both of you bought some ice cream and sat on a bench infront of the sea view, it was almost getting dark as the sun went down, you were both enjoying your ice creams silently when Eunwoo stopped and turned to you, "(Y/N)", you hummed in response," I have an important thing to tell you", "What is it~?" You said as you turned your face to him, but only to find his cold lips placed on yours, it was a gentle kiss with an ice cream flavour, you looked at him in a shocked way unable to close your eyes, your heart was beating fast and you were sure that it might explode in any second, he parted and looked at you " I love you, I love you so much from the first time our eyes met, you don't have to answer me now, I'll-" he didn't complete what he was saying but to find your lips connected with his again, your heart was still beating so fast but your emotions were flowing , you wanted to do that as soon as possible, as your lips still connected, Eunwoo placed his palm on your heart, and parted slowly, " hehe i can feel your heart is beating so fast right now" you were too embarrassed and you immediately hide your face in his neck, he wrapped his arms around and hugged you "hehehe you're so cute", " nooo stopppp~~~~~!!" And so the night went.

The next day you and Eunwoo were walking hand into hand in the campus, in the same time those laser stares were following both of you, of course the Girls didn't like the idea of them seeing their crush dating a girl he was just a friend of , and so the boys thought the same because many boys had a crush on you and asked you out but you were not interested, simply because you didn't want to date someone who you don't have feelings for. Anyways Eunwoo walked you to your class and then he went to his class,. Later, after you finished you texted Eunwoo because its was past the time that both of you should have lucnh together...

You waited until Eunwoo came and he droved you to a lovely restaurant near by the neighborhood , you both sat infront of each other and all what you were doing was staring at him as he was focused with the menu

when he looked up you immediately looked at your menu but didn't notice that its upside down so he laughed at you, you both had dinner together and went back home.

In the next day you only had one class in the morning, so you attend it and later when you were done you met him in the hall, " Nunu-yah, aren't you coming?", " Oh you go back first, since we both have Off days tomorrow i will spend the rest of the day in your apartment if you don't mind hehe", you immediately agreed and went back to clean the house, and made dinner before he comes back, its not like the first time for him to come over, but each time made you even happier. Ever since you started dating, your life became brighter because of him. He arrived and took a shower and you both had dinner, and now he was semi- lying on the sofa and you were locking your arms around his watching TV together, he suddenly took out a kind of paper and gave it to you, " what's that?" You asked with an innocent look, " Read it^^" *after reading it*, " Omg are you serious!!! Were going to have a female basketball team!!!but, but- how???!!", " I can't just igonre my girlfriend's Sad look as she watches her favourite sport without joining, so i presuaded the dean", you jumped on Eunwoo and hugged him tightly, then your eyes met, slowly his face came closer and closer to pull you in a passionate kiss, you on the top of him, and him wrapping his arms aronud you, " Let's go to the bed its getting late", " but we have and off day tomorrow" you said with a pouty face," and who said we will sleep? Of course we will cuddle, i feel like i haven't cuddled with you for a long time" he said with his angelic smile,. you cuddled the whole night until you both fell asleep, in the next morning you woke up to find Eunwoo's place empty so you got up and dragged yourself to look for him, you found him in the bathroom brushing his teeth but he didn't notice you yet, so you took out your phone and took a picture of him,

he noticed that and turned to you, "Sweetheart!!! No pictures !! I-", "but you look so cute" you said with your sleepy eyes, " i will go and make us some breakfast" you said, "No, breakfast can wait, i want us to have a morning cuddle, but first you need to delete that pic" , "hehehe no no~" and you ran to the bedroom while he was after you.

The End

[severetimetravelnerd]

Change (ft.G Dragon and Yoo Yeon-Seok)

Part 7

Jiyong tries to apologise, but Yeon-Seok gets in his way.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to original owners.)

Jiyong spent the rest of the evening watching you anxiously while pretending to be composing. He was hoping to somehow fix things so he asked you to stay late while he worked at the studio. “Y/N, can you stay late tonight? I want to work on some of my songs.” You looked up, met his gaze with a blank stare, and said, “Sure Sir.” And when he heard you call him ‘Sir’, something inside him hurt.

You, on the other hand, just went numb after he snapped. All in a matter of seconds, you felt the immense hurt of putting your hope in the wrong person, and shifted to a distant, guarded stance. “Y/n, you can get through this. Just survive until you get home. Remember not to ever trust him.” That was all you kept repeating over and over in your head. At around 1 am, Jiyong was still watching a stony you nervously, when you got a call from Yeon-Seok. “Yah! Y/N! Where are you? You said we’d have dinner together after my shoot! I went to your place immediately after the shoot, looking forward to dinner, and now I find out that you’re not even home! What is this?!” Yeon-Seok’s mock tantrum put a smile on your face. “Sorry Oppa. I completely forgot about it! I’m working late tonight, so rain check?” Jiyong’s head shot up. He could hear everything Yeon-Seok said because Yeon-Seok, in his mock tantrum, was talking quite loudly, but he was planning on downplaying it until he heard you call Yeon-Seok ‘Oppa’. He found himself thinking, “Since when does she call him Oppa? Why was he eating at her place?” he would have gone down a rabbit hole of thoughts, but your conversation jolted him out of him.  “I knew you’d forget to eat and work overtime Y/N, which is why I’m heading over to YG with take out.” Happily, you were about to thank him when you remembered you couldn’t exactly invite Yeon-Seok into GD’s studio. “Oh no Oppa. You can’t. GD is busy working, and you can’t disturb him.” Jiyong was torn. He didn’t exactly want Yoo Yeon-Seok potentially ruining his chance to apologise, but he also had a feeling you weren’t going to forgive him just like that, and more importantly, you were your happiest around Yeon-Seok. To make sure Yeon-Seok could hear it over the phone, Jiyong practically screamed out, “He can join us.” And as Yeon-Seok happily cut the call saying he’d pick up something for Jiyong, you couldn’t help giving GD a shocked look, thinking, “What on earth is he up to now?”

 From that point on, the roles switched. Jiyong had to pretend to be busy working while you watched him suspiciously. You were now very wary of him. Why was he calling Yeon-Seok over? He’s not that kind of spontaneous, nice guy. He had to have an ulterior motive. Those were the thoughts running through your mind while you stared at him, for fifteen minutes straight, until Yeon-Seok pushed open the door, singing, “Y/N-ah.” That snapped you out of your trance, and both you and Jiyong turned to look at him. Yeon-Seok nodded at Jiyong’s slight bow, smiled and dropped off a small box of takeout in front of him. He turned to smile at you and hand you your favourite snack, when he saw your bruised face. His smile vanished. He paid to no attention to the pleading glances you gave him, marched over to you, and immediately started questioning you.

He sat down next to you, held your chin and gently brushed his fingers over your bruised cheek, and to be honest, the bruise looked pretty bad. GD had swerved with force, and your cheek was now sore and painful. Yeon-Seok frowned. His voice soft, he asked, “Y/N. What happened?” You tried to laugh it off. “Oppa, it’s nothing. You know how clumsy I am. I must have bumped into a door, or something.” You laughed awkwardly again, and tried to turn away. Yeon-Seok gently cupped your face and held you there. “Y/N. You and I both know that’s not true. You’re not that clumsy. Someone did this, didn’t they?” His jaw tightened. “And I will find them and make them regret it, but who it is doesn’t matter now. It looks pretty bad. You should get it checked out.” You held his hands and gently brought them down. “Oppa, firstly, whoever did this didn’t do it on purpose. I bumped into them. It was an accident, so don’t go around threatening random people who you suspect. Secondly, don’t worry. It’s not that bad. It’ll heal on its own.” Yeon-Seok held your gaze for a while before finally deciding that you were telling the truth, and then he switched to fussy Yeon-Seok. He started fussing all over you and insisting on dressing your bruise, and all. And in the process of fighting Yeon-Seok and keeping him from dragging you off to the hospital, you found yourself cheering up again.

Jiyong, on the other hand, froze the moment Yeon-Seok noticed the bruise. Anger started to build inside of him. Not at Yeon-Seok, but at himself. He hated himself for harming you, albeit accidentally. He hated himself for snapping. He hated himself for giving Yeon-Seok an opportunity to get closer to you, although from the way things looked like, you guys were already pretty close. He hated the way he felt jealous when Yeon-Seok held you. He hated himself for disappointing you and breaking your trust, but more than anything else, he hated himself for not being the person you could rely on.

 For the rest of the night, Jiyong was looking for a chance to talk to you and try and explain things. He couldn’t explain why he felt the way he did, but for some reason, your pained expression when he snapped was haunting him. You were working on writing something on your laptop, and absentmindedly massaging Yeon-Seok’s head from time to time while he was reading a script. Jiyong found himself getting annoyed at Yeon-Seok’s proximity to you. Well, to be honest, it was jealousy, but Jiyong wasn’t ready to accept that just yet.

Jiyong wasn’t exactly a religious kind of guy, but at that moment, he was praying to all sorts of gods to get Yeon-Seok out of the room so that he could talk to you. Luckily for him, it seemed like his praying shocked the gods into granting his wish, and at that exact moment, Yeon-Seok left the room to take a call. Rejoicing on the inside, he pushed his chair towards the couch where you were sitting. Without looking up from your laptop, you asked, “Sir, do you have a headache?” Wincing a little at the ‘sir’, Jiyong moved a little closer, and said, “I think I owe you an explanation. Can we talk? It’s late anyway. I’ll drop you home and we’ll talk?” Your eyes were stony when you replied. “Sir, you owe me nothing and frankly, I’d rather not talk. Thank you for your offer, but I have another way of getting home.” And you immediately went back to work. Jiyong’s jaw dropped and he felt his heart get heavier. Before he could try again, Yeon-Seok came back and sat down beside you. Jiyong clenched his fist, but went back to work.

 When Jiyong finally finished his work, he dismissed you earlier, and stayed behind as he had a little packing up to do. Five minutes later, when he came down, he saw you lecturing Yeon-Seok for having skipped breakfast that morning. Yeon-Seok cut you off by hugging you, and just repeating,” Yes, Ma’am.” You also cracked up, and the two of you got into Yeon-Seok car and drove off. Jiyong’s heart sank a little more when he realised you turned down his offer because Yeon-Seok was dropping you home. His thoughts spiralled when he thought about why Yeon-Seok why dropping you home.

Exhausted, and feeling guilty as hell, Jiyong reached home and flopped down on the couch. He was dreading the next day because he couldn’t bear the thought of more stilted interactions with you. Groaning, he took out his phone and looked at it. “You’re the reason I’m in trouble now.” He wanted to fling it somewhere, but he was stressed, and his go to remedy for stress is reading his favourite blog on tumblr. He opened at it on his phone and it said the author had just uploaded the latest part of her fanfiction. Excited, he dived into it headfirst. Halfway through it, he paused. The dialogue in it felt way too real and way to familiar. He read it again. And again. And again. He reread it at least ten times to make sure it was what he thought it was. And it was. It was the exact same thing he said when he snapped at you that day. Everything about the incident was the same in the fanfiction, right down to the way you reacted. As the realisation hit him, he groaned and leaned back, “Oh Fuck. This is Y/N’s blog.”

[maidenof-thesea]

Snakes & Butterflies | Part IV

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au!, Fluff, Angst, Smut (Maybe, still debating)

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: minor swearing, seductive!Jin(I just had to)

Note: Hi guys! Here’s part 4! I really struggled with this chapter to be honest. I really want to paint this picture of this universe that I have in mind because it will be important on how it reflects upon Jimin and the MC’s relationship, but I don’t want that too bore you guys too much. But enough of that! Hear you go! Enjoy!

Reminder: * conversations in Korean *

                                         Jimin

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This can not be happening. This is what I was afraid of. This is why I avoided America all these years. Because of her. I could still feel her warmth on my fingers. I need to leave. Right now.  

“Jimin,” Taehyung said a little out of breath. “What’s the matter? Jungkook said you would be happy to see her!”

“What?” I said whirling around to face him. “You knew this whole time?”

“Jungkookie said that it was gonna be a surprise!”

“Hyung,” Jungkook said with Namjoon right behind him. “I can explain.”

“There’s no need,” I said, not meeting his eyes. “I’m gonna have to leave.”

“What?!” Taehyung and Jungkook said, stepping towards me.

“Jimin,” Namjoon said with an incredulous tone. “You just got here, and you see this girl and now you want to leave?”

“Who wants to leave?” Yoongi said from behind, holding Hoseok’s hand. Hoseok’s smile faltered once he detected the atmosphere.

“What’s the matter Jimin-shi?” Hoseok asked with a pout. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook said, clenching fists. “You can’t leave, you have to stop running away.”

“You don’t understand,” I said frustrated. None of them will understand, their marks are not broken like mine.

 “Then help us understand,” Namjoon said. “We can’t help if you won’t talk to us.”

“Is this about your Grandpa?” Taehyung asked with watery eyes. My eyes widened in shock and I looked down to avoid all their stares. Could I trust them?

“Fine,” Jungkook said, his tone laced with hurt. My head shot up so quickly only to see his eyes full of disappointment. “We always lean on you and trust you but I guess we aren’t trustworthy.”

“I’m not ready to tell you,” I said squeezing my eyes. I wouldn’t be able to handle them leaving me.

Tell no one, not even Jungkook, it’s a disgrace to be involved with human filth. You will be shunned from the clan, plus she doesn’t even want you, it’s enough that you have to wear that scar for the rest of your life

“Well you ain’t leaving until you can,” Seokjin said appearing from the trail. “I have your passport and I won’t give it back.”

“In the meantime,” Namjoon said with authority as he grasped my shoulder.. “Try not to be mean to our host, we have to live with her for two months.” 

Everyone except Jungkook started to walk towards the beach to enjoy the sunset, leaving Jungkook to stand there still with his fists clenched. 

“I may not know much about what happened between you and Y/N,” He said with a sigh. “But she doesn’t seem to remember anything except that we were friends. So please-”

Jungkook's phone rings, cutting him off and he picks it up right away.

“Hello,” He says answering the phone in English, causing my eyebrows to raise. “You’re gonna order pizza? Um like 5 should be okay Noona... I left your car keys in your room...yea he’s okay... Oh okay, do you want me to go with- okay bye.”

“You have her phone number?” I asked with a scoff. “Don’t you think you’re too close to the hu-”

“Please don’t refer to her as ‘the human’,” Jungkook said with his face twisted with annoyance. “You sound like that old man, old and full of hate and you’re nothing like him. And yes to answer your question, I do have her number, because unlike you, I want to be her friend.”

“Jungkook, if the elders found out,” I warned. “You won’t be able to protect her.”

“So now you’re concerned for her safety?” Jungkook said with a laugh. “You weren’t concerned earlier when you just about dropped her.”

So he did see. Now wonder he was so defensive.

“Listen, Jung-”

“No hyung, please listen,” Jungkook interjected, as he took a step closer. “Y/N was my only friend here when we lived here, besides you. I know I was like seven and that’s why I don’t remember much, which is frustrating but I do remember this: she loved us. We were only kids, we were so innocent, but I know everything changed when that old man came.”

“He’s our grandfather Jungkook,” I said rolling my eyes.

“And he’s a man from the past, stuck in his old ways.” Jungkook said, shrugging. “What I’m trying to say is that I know Y/N would have never hurt you on purpose. So please, you don’t have to be her friend but please don’t mistreat her.”

“Okay,” I said tiredly. “I won’t, under one condition.”

“Anything!” Jungkook said with enthusiasm.

“I suspect that you know more about what happened between me and Y/N,” I said, not meeting his eyes. “Can you promise you won’t tell anyone else?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook said with a mischievous grin, grasping my shoulder. “You do realize they already have their suspicions right?”

“What?” I said in surprise. “How?”

“You’re kind of dramatic hyung,” He said while running away towards the beach.

“Yah! I’m older than you! I was born first!” I yelled chasing him. “I’m your hyung, respect me!”

For the time being, everything was normal. Playing and swimming in the ocean, we were so caught up in our own lives before, that we didn’t realize we really missed each other. 

*

As I headed to the kitchen to get to my room, another man was in the kitchen already rummaging through the fridge. He was also really beautiful, he had wide shoulders and pink plump lips. Lips that turned up when he made eye contact with me, only for them to turn downwards when he saw me wiping my tears.

 “Are you okay?” He said with a thick accent. 

“Yes,” I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Just feeling a bit tired from work. Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, I’m your host throughout your stay.” And I gave him my hand to shake. He took my hand and brought it up to his lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. My heart skipped a beat and for sure my face was as red as a tomato.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” he said patting my hand with a light laugh. “My name is Kim Seokjin. You can call me Jin for short.”

“Nice to meet you Seokjin-I mean Jin.” I said in somewhat of a daze. 

“I take it you ran into Jimin,” He said, still holding my hand and rubbing my knuckles. “Jungkook mentioned you were childhood friends?”

“Yes we were,” I answered, entranced by his ministrations.

“I wonder why he never mentioned how gorgeous you are,” Jin said with a tone that I would define as seductive and with a wink he finally released my hand, leaving me in somewhat of a shocked state. He laughed at my expression and regarding me with a flirtatious smile. “Still feeling tired?”

“I-I,” I struggled to find the words. “I’m fine thank you.”

“You are very welcome, miss Y/N.” He said with a satisfied smile. I needed to leave before this beautiful man killed me by just his smile alone. 

“Don’t worry about dinner,” I said, trying so hard not to stutter again. “I’ll take care of it for today, you must be tired from your flight. So you can join the others if you like?”

“Thanks cutie,” and with another wink, Jin headed out, leaving me to catch my breath. Oh my god. Nothing is more dangerous than a beautiful man that knows he is beautiful. Shaking my head from the impure thoughts I headed straight to my room to use my private bathroom to take a quick shower. 

I quickly stripped and gasped. Shit. What am I gonna make, it’s already past dinner time. Should I just order pizza? How many pizzas would be okay for seven men? Jungkook would surely know. I dumped all the contents of my purse onto my bed to find my phone to call Jungkook.

“Pick up, pick up” I said impatiently looking at the clock. My favorite pizza place was gonna close soon.

“Hello?” Jungkook answered.

“Hey,” I said, balancing my phone on my shoulder as I struggled to turn the knob to the hot water. “I’m gonna order pizza, how many should I get?.. Uh huh... Okay five perfect. Wait where are my car keys, I’m gonna have to go pick them up, they're closing soon... Okay. Hey um is Jimin okay?.. Okay, no I’m okay thanks bye.”

I felt my blood rush to my face remembering how embarrassing it was to fall flat on my butt in front of Jimin, he must think I’m a loser. Which he’s not wrong, but still his behavior hurt. One step at a time. I quickly called the pizza place and profusely apologized and ordered 5 pizzas to go and that I’ll be there in ten minutes. A hurricane passed through my bathroom and next in my bedroom as I quickly got ready to go pick up the pizzas. 

I must have ran a couple of red lights to make it on time. By the time I arrived out of breath, the girl at the register seemed to feel sorry for me and went to the back to retrieve my order. A pizza delivery guy came in right behind me, most likely to clock out for the night.

“Pardon me,” the pizza guy said, with a suggestive tone. “But you got a hot date tonight or something?”

“Date?” I said confused and I followed his gaze down to my outfit. In my haste, I must have put on an outfit that Jennie bought for me, which meant it was very revealing, well at least to me. It was a white tube top with frilly spaghetti straps and a pair of high-waist jeans. Sometimes I’m such a dumb ass, so I might as well be a bitch too. “Pardon me, but did your mother perhaps drop you when you were a baby?”

“W-What?” He stuttered and the girl came back with my order staring at us with wide eyes. 

“How much do I owe you?” I asked the girl with a smile, already getting ready to hand her the Airbnb credit card. 

“It’s 60$, ma’am,” she said. “Would you like a receipt?”

“Yes, please.” I said reaching for the pizza. “Thank you, have a nice rest of your day.”

“Learn how to take a compliment lady,” the pizza guy muttered. “I feel bad for whoever your Soulmate is.”

“Funny I was about to say the same thing,” I said, flipping him the middle finger and leaving with my order. “Fucking prick.”

Once I placed the pizza in the backseat of my Jeep, I saw a black sweatshirt. Jungkook won’t mind if I wear it, if anything he probably would have a fit if he saw my outfit. The sweater barely went past my butt, which was surprising since Jungkook seemed taller. Shrugging I started the drive home, this time not breaking any laws. 

Once I arrived, Namjoon and another man were emerging from the trail. I was surprised that they were still at the beach since the sun had set already but it was a full moon tonight, so it wasn’t entirely dark. Once Namjoon noticed me, he waved and jogged towards my car, with the other in tow. 

“Need help?” He said with a dimple smile. The other waved at me. Namjoon then took the 5 pizzas from me, leaving me with the other man.

“Hi!” he said in excitement as he inclined his head. “I’m Hoseok! You must be Y/N!”

“That’s me!” I said matching his enthusiasm. Oh my god he is like a ball of literal sunshine. And his energy was contagious. “Let’s get this pizza party started!” He laughed and gestured for me to go ahead and I missed the way his gaze lingered on the sweater I was wearing and how he smirked. 

That was six guys so far, awesome one more to meet. I headed inside and the first thing I heard was laughter and bickering. I felt a smile spread on my face as Jungkook ran to me with a laughing Taehyung chasing him. 

“Noona!” Jungkook said attempting to hide behind me even though he was a whole 3 feet taller than me. “He’s trying to tickle me to death!”

Taehyung froze when he saw me and his eyebrows rose in surprise and he pointed at me in question.

                                    Jungkook

*

“Jungkook,” Taehyung said in a shaky voice. “That sweater is not whose I think it is, is it?” 

*

My eyes widened when I looked down and saw the sweater Noona was wearing. Oh no. Y/N tilted her head in confusion and realized he must have been talking about the sweater. 

“Oh!” she said. “I hope you don’t mind Kookie. I found this sweater in the car and put it on because of some asshole. I hope it’s okay?”

I nodded my head, momentarily unable to speak. God how do I get her to take off that sweater before Jim- oh god he’s coming down the stairs! I wildly gestured to Taehyung to distract him and I twirled her around. 

“Jungkook wha- oh my god stop that tickles!” She laughed and attempted to wiggle away from me as I managed to lift the sweater midway up her stomach. Oh my god. I quickly pulled it back down, almost knocking her down. I felt a blush rush up my neck. Her shirt… “I swear you have a death wish Jungkook.” 

She went into the kitchen, where Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. Before he could say anything, a booming laugh exploded in the air, making us all jump. 

“That sweater..” Yoongi hyung said laughing as he smirked at Jimin. “Almost fits you perfectly, Y/N.”

“I know right? I expected it to be longer since Kookie is so tall.” She said, causing almost everyone, except Jimin, to laugh. “Did I miss something?”

“No,” Yoongi said, still laughing . “I’m sorry, I’m Min Yoongi. Thanks so much for buying pizza.”

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled, making Yoongi’s laughter falter. “And don’t worry, I had to welcome you guys as your host!”

“You have such a beautiful smile Y/N-shi,” Hoseok said hooking his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder. Her smile widened even more causing her eyes to close into crescents. He glanced at Jimin, who was strangely quiet. “Such a familiar smile.” 

“Thanks,” she said giggling. “That’s a lot coming from you, you’re like sunshine.”

“Why does everyone say that?” Hoseok said in confusion.  

“Cause you are sunshine Hobi,” Yoongi said, hugging him. “My sunshine.” 

“And you’re my moonshine,” Hoseok hyung said, causing me to glance quickly to gauge her reaction. Her eyes went wide in surprise. 

“Are you guys Soulmates?” she said pleasantly surprised. But all the hyungs visibly tensed awaiting her next question. Hoseok seemingly did not realize the tension in the room, and he nodded his head to her answer. “Awesome! How long have you guys been together?”

Everyone visibly relaxed that she didn’t ask to see their Marks, but of course Noona wouldn’t ask, if she wasn’t willing to show her own Mark, in fear of rejection, she would never ask to see someone else’s Mark. She knew the pain that question caused, in fact she may be the only human to understand that.

We all ate pizza, Jimin more quiet than usual but at least he wasn’t running away. And the feeling of peace overcame my entire being. When Jimin and I moved to South Korea we felt so alone. We had met the rest of the hyungs during one of the clan meetings that were held every three years. That was two years after we moved. I remember feeling this peace back then too, but there felt like something was missing.

“Kookie,” Noona said, waving her hand in front of my face to get my attention. “I asked you a question...are you feeling okay? Why aren’t you eating?” Instead of answering, I hugged her and I tucked my face into her neck. “Jungkook?”

“I’m home,” I whispered in Korean. “It finally feels like home.”

She shivered and all of a sudden she was ripped from my arms. Jimin had a fist full of his own sweater, as he maneuvered her out of my embrace. She squealed in shock as the sweater exposed her skin to the air conditioned room. Jimin was looking at me like he wanted to kill me.

I’m a dead man.

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[loveylangdon]

What’s Clickbait again? pt. 2

Shawn Mendes x David Dobrik x Reader

Story Summary: You’re dating Shawn Mendes but was in a long term relationship with David Dobrik and met Shawn through a collab David was supposed to have with him. David is now collabing with Shawn finally and finds out you’re dating the pop sensation.

Thank you guys for requesting a part 2 and for the nice dms and comments it means a lot. Xx I wrote this in between my lectures, so its a little bit shorter than the first one, just leading up to what everyone wants haha. Sorry for leaving it continuously on cliff hangers it's just fun that way. This has been floating around in my head so thank you for letting my ideas float around here. 

*NOT MY GIF credit to owner*

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Leaving Natalie and trying to get away from the stupid laugh that seems to be haunting you, You find Shawn in a room with Andrew and a camera crew. Shawn spots you immediately and blows a kiss in your direction, and turns back to the camera. Apparently, today wasn’t a video shooting day it was just getting promo done for the potential videos Shawn will be filming. 

Shawn’s currently standing in front of a neon Youtube logo being dorky and they’re just eating away at his cuteness. If there was one time his dorkyness comes in handy it will be now. Leaning against the doorway Andrew comes up to you.

“Hey y/n is everything okay? Shawn told me you saw Natalie in the hallway? He also wanted me to give you this” Andrew hands you a paper and your eyebrows furrow 

“What is this?,” you take the paper looking over it with names “Yah I'm fine just confused if Shawn’s not shooting today why are their PA’s running around, I was just surprised” I sighed looking up at Andrew. He's always been a dad figure and he helped Shawn and me through a lot always keeping our best interests at heart. 

He gives you a half smile “That paper is the potential collaborations they want Shawn to do” now it's his turn to sigh, “I told them we’re not working with any of Jacks clients but...” My eyes immediately go to the paper. 

David Dobrik is at the top of the list with a star along with, Jeff Wittek and Josh Peck, Cody Ko is also on here with Kian & JC and a couple of other people Jack Reed manages. 

“I mean it makes sense Jack is the biggest youtube manager in the game, you can't be mad at his talent” I sigh again. 

Before Andrew can say anything I cut him off. 

“Does he get to pick?” I look up at Andrew there is already a couple of names with stars by their names and by the writing, I know Shawn picked a couple and crossed out more. I snorted noticing James Charles name is crossed out along with the Paul brothers. 

“He didn’t pick officially he wanted you to help him pick some, He wants to do a video with Josh Peck for sure, Steveo, even though I don't know how that would work he can’t break anything so I'm willing to compromise and have the Dolan Twins, He requested us to get in contact with Crawford Collins, Kian & Jc are a go and he also said, Zac Efron but he needs 8 collaborations to fulfill the contract he needs 3 more is Steveo doesn’t work out” 

“Let me talk to him” I look back at the paper “I know who you want, a collaboration with David” I look at Andrew and he looks guilty 

“It just makes sense the king of youtube and the prince of pop? The fans would go crazy”

“Let me talk to him okay before you go and ask him, Also put a star by Jeff Wittek’s name for me please” I smile and hand Andrew back the paper, making my way to my dork of a boyfriend who is screaming at the camera. 

As soon as Shawn sees me get closer he asks to take a break. The filming crew complies and they announce a lunch break. 

“Hey Princess, how are you feeling?” Shawn asks as he walks up to me and reached for a hug, his cheek resting on my head my face in his chest, his heart beating quickly.

“Ew you’re sweaty, what were they having you do” I pull back and take both of his hands instead 

“I’m hurt how dare you reflect my affections” He puts his hand over his heart and mocks a shocked face 

“Oh prince I am so sorry I didn’t know what I was thinking” I look up into his eyes and notice his pink tinted cheeks. He’s wearing a white tank top and black Calvin jeans with boots, His arms look amazing and he has a thin layer of sweat making him literally glow. How did I get so lucky? 

He laughs turns me around so my back is resting on his front, so he’s back to leaning his cheek on my head while scrolling through his phone with his arms wrapped around me, the room has cleared out mostly now and It's just us looking at his Instagram feed. 

When the last person leaves I turn around quickly and put my hand on the back of his neck making him lean down to give me a kiss. He puts his phone in my back pocket. one of his hands resting on my butt and the other on my waist. He breaks from the kiss first.

Leaning his forehead against mine he’s smiling from ear to ear “I thought I was sweaty?”

“Shut it rockstar and kiss me” 

He smirks “Happily” 

We’re lazily making out when Brian walks in 

“Guys really? We leave you alone for the first time and only for 10 minutes and you're already eating each other,” This time it's your turn to pull away and Shawn groans.

 “let's go Andrew’s looking for you idiots its lunchtime” Brian eyes you two “ I mean unless you guys would rather eat each other and I can just tell Andrew-”

“Bro shut up we’re coming,” Shawn says while groaning into your neck. Quickly pecking your pulse he grabs your hand and leads you out of the room.

“Did they get catering? I was walking around earlier and didn’t see any food actually set up” You look towards Brian 

“Oh, I don’t know about earlier but one of the talents had catered Chipotle for everyone” He speaks leading you and Shawn to an open area of the sound stage. You stop walking and look at Shawn. 

“Why what's wrong?” Shawn stops and looks at you searching your eyes for the answer 

Who else would order chipotle for an army of people besides David Dobrik himself? You and Shawn are just starring into each other's eyes at this point while you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“Did you guys want me to grab you some” Brian asked confused watching you guys stare at each other

You break Shawn’s gaze and turn to Brian “No, it's fine I just felt dizzy, sorry” you speak up and Shawn looks at you confused But grabs your hand never the less and you guys finally make it into catering.

Brian snorts “Oh did Shawnie boy take your breath away” 

Shawn reaches over and punches his arm and he screams in an overdramatic fashion, next thing you know the entire catering area is starring at you guys 

“Brian stop being so loud” Shawn hisses and starts blushing looking around at everyone staring “Sorry guys” Shawn lifts his hand as an apology to everyone 

“Stop trying to punch me into next week then” Brian whimpers and rubs his arm 

“Oh stop being a big baby Brian he barely tapped you” you giggle and wrap your hand around Shawn’s arm leaning on him.

Shawn looks down at you tilting his head furrowing his eyebrows “but I'm baby” he says seriously.

Brian bursts into laughter, once again getting the attention of everyone in the room. Leaving you and Shawn blushing and giving everyone an apologetic smile. This time you notice David, Natalie, and his manager Jack sitting on a couch next to a set up of a couple of tables food in front of them. 

You glance around and notice Andrew sitting down at the table right next to David, Brian already made his way over and Shawn was about to walk over to Andrew when you stopped and looked up at him 

he stopped, leaned down “honey what’s wrong” placing a soft kiss on your temple

“I’m just not feeling chipotle if I’m going to be completely honest” I smiled at him sweetly hoping we can escape this suffocating room. I can feel Davids eyes on us, while everyone went back to eating he seemed to be the only one interested in our little bubble

“Oh yeah um, I think I saw a cafe down the street do you want to try our luck there?”  

you nodded at him and bit your lip “okay let me go tell Brian”

Shawn took the last few steps to get to Andrew and Brian and explained you guys were going somewhere else for lunch. Andrew pointed discreetly towards David and Shawn’s eyes widened. You glance at David and realize he’s already starring at you, you give him a small smile when Natalie smacks the back of his head. He breaks his gaze to yell at her. 

Shawn comes back with a smile on his face, getting down on one knee holding his elbow out in front of him bowing his head “My lady would you do me the honor of going on a lunch date with me” he looks up with a goofy smile on his face with his curls falling onto his forehead. 

giggling you curtsied “Why yes my prince I would love to join you on a lunch date, how very considerate of you” Shawn got up laughing pulling you into his chest

You go to wave bye to Brian and Andrew and you noticed you two had an audience. David's eyes were on both of you intently and a couple of crew workers were cooing at how cute you and Shawn were.

David’s gaze was broken when Andrew turned and yelled “get out of here you idiots you only have 30 minutes” Chuckling he turns back to his burrito 

“yah get your royal asses out of here health freaks “ Brian snorted 

“only 30 minutes?!” Shawns eyes widen “Ok Andrew we’ll be back in 45 and I’ll bring you coffee” Shawn put on his sunglasses from his front pocket and grabs your hand while Andrew sat there protesting. 

“30 minutes I mean it” he was staring at you now 

“Okay got it Gerty see you in 45 minutes with a large ice coffee, be back soon” Shawn shouted pulling you out the door and away from Andrew yelling. 

Both of you guys laughing as you both finally get out of the sound stage. The cafe wasn’t too far away from the studio so you guys decided to walk. 

“You saw him yah?” Shawn asks without looking down at you.  

“Yah I did” I squeeze his hand and I feel his shoulders loosen. “I love you rockstar” I place a kiss on his bare arm. Knowing his mind is going a mile a minute and he needs time to process everything. 

Finally, making it to the cafe you guys sit outside under a canopy, orders placed and Shawn opened his mouth to speak. 

With the sun hitting his face perfectly, he’s literally glowing “Hold that thought and don’t move” You say quickly digging for your phone, glancing up at Shawn to see him frozen and smirking. 

Pulling your phone out and opening the camera you take a quick picture of him and now he's posing, holding up a peace sign, looking away faking candids and leaving you a giggling mess. Locking your phone you see him leaned across the table lips puckered. Meeting him halfway capturing his lips in a kiss, he goes to pull away and sit down, before he can you grab his head and litter kisses all over his face.

“Okay women stop stop stop” He's in a fit of laughter pushing your face so you sit in your seat again

Finally settled down you guys are just smiling at each other like idiots “I love you” you look at him longingly 

He softens and reaches for your hand across the table, “I love you more princess” He takes your hand and kisses it.

“Not possible rockstar” your smirk at him and his shocked expression 

“Are you doubting my love for you?” Hand over his heart feigning hurt, He goes to speak but is cut off by the engine of a red Ferarri parking at the curb in front of you guys. 

Shawn groans and glares at the car for ruining your guys’ little moment, you look at Shawn already knowing who the car belongs too, as David steps out you see Shawns jaw clench and he tightens his grip on your hand.

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Pt. 3 

this part was a little short but I have so many ideas for the lead-up. Thank you guys for reading it means a lot Xxx Part 3?  

[thenamesseven]

Hiya! This was a request I decided to turn into a mini serie, I hope you all like it! Specially you, the lne who requested it! Thanks for giving me such an awesome idea.

"Yah, come here already babe"

You turned around with a small frown on your face glancing at Hyunjin who was laying in his bed after taking a shower. His still wet and kind of messy hair was dripping some water on the pillow, a black hoodie and grey sweat pants making him look even more attractive than when he dressed up. You shook your head deciding to ignore his whiny voice to return to your task of looking through his wardrobe to search some for some of his clothes that were comfortable enough to lay down by his side.

"Why don't you just undress and get in here with me?"

You were used to Hyunjin making this kind of comments, you knew he only did it because you were easy to fluster and he wanted to make you blush. That didn't mean he got away with saying those things though. You grabbed a pillow that was on the floor near your feet and threw it to him with as much force as you could. Luckily, it hit your target and you went back to looking in his closet with a smile full of triumph.

"Ow" He muttered from his bed, placing the pillow under his head in case you wanted to get it again and throw it to him.

"I'll just get this" You said taking that grey hoodie he had that you loved, it was so big that you could use it as a dress and as an excuse to take off the uncomfortable skinny jeans you were wearing.

"You took almost five minutes to choose a hoodie?" He arched one eyebrow still staring at you "You're up to something"

Actually, Hyunjin was right.

You were up to something.

His birthday and your one year anniversary was really, really close and you had come up with the idea of making a huge party to celebrate both things at the same time. Of course, the rest of Stray Kids had quickly agreed to help with different stuff, specially Jisung -you're bestfriend- who was really excited about the whole thing.

"Right, I was trying to steal your clothes and make a run for it" You rolled your eyes and he just laughed at your snarky reply.

"You would earn so much money selling my clothes on ebay" He turned on his laptop, getting ready to look for a movie so you could both watch it.

"I know right? Next time I'm allowed to watch you guys practice I'll steal all your sweaty towels and bottles to sell them, I'll become rich and then I won't have to date you anymore" You poked your tongue out at him, just messing around. Hyunjin knew you were kidding, it wasn't a secret that you two were head over heels for each other. You were inseparable, even the guys made fun of how much you two needed attention and affection from the other.

"(Y/N)?" When you looked down at him, Hyunjin's cheeks were slightly pink, his eyes moving to you and back to the door "You should change in here"

"You should give me the pillow" You said getting ready to hit him again, a nervous smile came up to his lips as he shook his head.

"N-no! I was the first one to take a shower so I could lock myself in here with you as soon as possible but now the guys are probably showering and it will be impossible to change there" He explained sitting up, leaning his body back against the headboard "It's okay, really, I won't look"

You looked at him trying to see if your boyfriend was messing with you or if he was being honest. The hint of a blush on his face told you he wasn't joking around so you decided to trust him.

"If you look I'll swear to God I'll strangle you with the sleeve of your hoodie" Both of you chuckled at your sudden agressiveness. Hyunjin without saying anything else turned around on his bed, his back facing you as his eyes were glued to his laptop's screen. With your eyes on him, you quickly started taking your clothes off, soon finding yourself in just his hoodie. "Let me steal some sweat pants, it's actually too cold to wear just this" You ran back to his wardrobe and grabbed the first pair of pants you found to put them on.

Walking to his bed you noticed him grinning, that boyish gesture making you smile like a complete idiot "What?" You asked him, sitting down as you pulled the bed sheets on your lap willing to get your body warmer.

"I will never get tired of you wearing my clothes, it's so adorable" Before you could stop him, Hyunjin pushed you down on the bed playfully and started leaving small pecks all over your face "Just wear them more often, it makes me feel really...Well" He laughed kissing your cheeks over and over again, his arms around your body as he pulled you closer to his chest.

"Geez somebody is kind of needy today" You muttered running your fingers through his hair, laughing as you leaned in to peck his lips.

"Can you blame me though? You are the one who's been busy studying for your tests and completely ignored me" He pouted against your lips, trying really hard not to smile "No cuddles, no hugs, no kisses...It was driving me insane" Chuckling you leaned back in to peck his lips again, quickly pulling back before he turned it into a deeper kiss.

"Nu-uh, you said we were going to watch a movie" You placed your hand on his lips, pulling his head away from yours. Hyunjin groaned, frowning before he opened his mouth and bit your finger. "Hey!"

"It was all a trap to get you in my bed!" Hyunjin suddenly had his arms and legs around your body, making it impossible for you to move. Honestly, you didn't want to move at all from where you were, the only thing you could do at this point was laugh while he kept leaving soft and sweet kisses all over your face. Everywhere but your lips.

He was sweet but such a damn tease sometimes.

"Hyunjin have you-"

Hearing Chan's voice made your boyfriend jump away in the blink of an eye. It wouldn't be the first time his leader had caught the two of you being silly and playing around in bed but he still got really flustered whenever another member was around and you made some type of affection display torwards him. Obviously, Hyunjin didn't realize that by looking so flustered, the others would simply get more suspicious and teasing. You had tried to explain this before to him but he never seemed to understand.

"Showered?" Chan finished his question. His eyes looking from a very red Hyunjin, whose hair looked like a bird nest from the little wrestling you both had been doing, looking at his laptop as if it was the most interesting thing in the world to you, who were still laying there looking at him with a small smile. "I said that if you wanted to be with her in here you had to leave the door opened though" You knew Chan was just messing with your boyfriend, Hyunjin's embarrased expression made you and his leader laugh your asses off.

"Hyung...Please?" He groaned laying down on his bed, burying his red face into his pillow.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you guys alone" You could still hear Chan laughing after he had closed the door.

When you looked down at Hyunjin whose face was still hidden in his pillow you knew he wouldn't move until his face wasn't red anymore so you simply took his laptop, curiously watching what he had been browsing. It wasn't a surprise to find an online shop web page, you smiled a little looking at the pieces of clothing Hyunjin had selected before trying to memorize them since those could be really good birthday presents.

"Ah, I want that shirt and that hoodie but they are kind of expensive" He said sitting behind you, his legs spreaded so you were sitting between them as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"They are kind of ugly though" You were lying again. Hyunjin had a really good taste when it came to clothes but if you said you didn't like something you knew he wouldn't wear it. So, basically if you said that the clothes he wanted were ugly he wouldn't try to buy them and you could use that to make it a birthday present.

"Oh? I thought you would like it" He frowned a little, turning his head enough to look at you. Quietly, you shook your head. You felt a bit bad since he had seemed to really like the shirt along with the matching hoodie. "Whatever, I'll get something else" He reached out to close the web page before he started looking for the film he had downloaded earlier. "Let's just watch the film" He leaned back against the headboard.

"I thought it was all a trap?" You asked looking back at him, teasing.

"Oh shut up and come here"

Rolling your eyes jokingly, you let Hyunjin pull you closer to him. Your back was now resting against his chest and your head was on his shoulder. He pulled the blanket higher on your body so you would still be warm and once he was done positioning himself comfortably behind you he reached forward to intertwine his fingers with yours.

This was something you really loved to do with him, Hyunjin always liked to keep you close to himself whenever you two were hanging out but when you were watching movies? It was like he needed to have you against him, to hold your hands so he could rub your skin with his thumb lovingly or just leave random kisses on your head whenever he wanted.

You found yourself having trouble to focus on the movie, you were too inmersed on the way Hyunjin kept your body warm with his own body heat or the way his silent gestures told you how much he had missed you these past weeks when you haven't been able to hang out with him. It felt like being in paradise and you didn't want the moment to end.

However, almost two hours laters you both were simply staring at the credits knowing that was your cue to leave. It's not like you couldn't stay, you had never done that before but you knew the guys wouldn't mind. As much as you wanted that to happen, you had a secret meeting to attend with Jisung and Woojin to plan some stuff about Hyunjin's birthday party while the other guys kept him busy before you left today. If you stayed, Hyunjin wouldn't move away from your side and it would be absolutely impossible to plan something.

"I don't want you to leave" He muttered resting his forehead on your shoulder. This was the first time Hyunjin was indirectly asking you to stay which made your heart beat slightly faster.

"I have to wake up really early tomorrow" You lied resting your head against his, looking down at his soft yet big hands holding yours.

"Then just wake up here, by my side" You would be lying if you said your heart didn't melt at such a sweet comment.

"I have to do stuff tomorrow Hyunjin and if I stay you will somehow convince me to be lazy and lay in here with you all day" You groaned when he started kissing your neck innocently, just small pecks to make you weak and accept his offer. "No, nu-uh, I'm not staying tonight"

"You're so stubborn" He muttered defeated laying down on his bed as you stood up to change your clothes "What about tomorrow?"

"We'll see" He rolled his eyes at your answer.

"When my mother used to say "we'll see" she usually meant no"

You grinned looking down at him "Your mom and I speak the same language" Even though Hyunjin tried to look mad he simply laughed, looking away again so you could change back into your clothes.

Once dressed and ready to leave, Hyunjin got out of his bed still being a little pouty but wanting to walk you to the door so he could spend more time with you before you left. However, when you stepped out of his room his plan was interrupted.

"Hyunjin, I need your help with something" Felix said appearing out of nowhere, pulling the sleeve of his hoodie away from you. He looked back at you, his eyes asking if you could stay until he was done with whatever Felix wanted.

"It's okay, I'll say goodbye to the rest of the guys" You shrugged, watching him being dragged down the hall before rushing into Jisung's room.

He was already there with Woojin and Jeonging, the three of them sitting on his bed thinking hard about ideas for the special birthday party. Their heads snapped up to see who had entered the room but they quickly relaxed when they saw it was you.

"Any ideas?" You asked looking at them.

"Meh" Jeonging muttered looking down, shrugging.

"It's okay! I've got some" You shrugged with a small smile, Jisung looking much more relieved. "Let's have coffee tomorrow? I'll explain you guys some of the ideas and you can give me some feedback"

"Sure!" Jisung was the first one to accept

"Wouldn't it be a little suspicious if we all started to dissapear sometimes?" Woojin asked with a small frown on his face.

"Then since Im the closest one to (Y/N) I'll go by myself, 6 is okay with you (Y/N)?" Jisung asked looking up at you. "It won't be suspicious if we hang out alone, it wouldn't be the first time we do that"

"Right, I'll be at my place"

You could have never expected the huge misunderstanding that was coming your way, Hyunjin had never been the jealous kind of boyfriend.

But he would soon be and nothing could have prepared you for it.

[stillebesat]

Fanged (2/4)

Detective Conan: Hattori Heiji, Kudo Shinichi Blurb: It wasn’t quite how Heiji had imagined their first meeting would go. But when you’re setting out to find your missing rival, things hardly can go as you expect them. Especially when the supernatural gets involved. Fic Type: Supernatural Overall Fic Warnings: Blood, Injuries, Fighting, Death Talk, Murder Case Talk

To Catch Up: Chapter 1

Heiji paced back and forth in the hollow, ignoring his aching back as he glanced every other step to the unconscious Kudo. 

He’d bound the detective’s hands together behind his back with his belt, the silver buckle pressed firmly against Kudo’s wrists while he’d tied his ankles together with the laces off his shoes, the silver aglets on the end tucked against the skin to keep him from breaking free. 

Hopefully.  

It was hardly the proper gear needed to keep a vampire contained, but it wasn’t like he’d been expecting to encounter one out here in the middle of nowhere. Vampires usually preferred to congregate in cities where they could have easy access to multiple sources of blood. 

Plus...it wasn’t like Heiji had ever needed to contain a vampire before. 

You couldn’t talk to them. Couldn’t reason with them, though he had tried once or twice. They were nothing more than blood minded blood suckers that needed to be killed and that was that. 

Heiji rubbed a hand against his brow, adjusting the tilt of his cap as he glanced again to Kudo. 

Supposedly silver would weaken a vampire like it weakened werewolves and other were-creatures, so he had a chance that when he woke up the detective wouldn’t be able to immediately break out of his bonds... but then again...Kudo wasn’t exactly...well normal.

Kudo was a vampire. The fangs and the eyes proved that much. And yet...he wasn’t a vampire. He breathed, he had a pulse, he’d responded to his name….was the detective’s famous mind still intact behind those blood red eyes or was this just the last signs of the human that he had been? 

Heiji turned on his heel, again completing another round of pacing. None of the others had brought up vampires being slow to change. He’d always been told it was a matter of hours. After all, it was crucial for a human to be turned while it was still dark, before the sun’s rays hit them. If they weren’t, well, Heiji had seen the remains of the almost turned before. 

Somewhere in the process the skin became vulnerable to heat. The newly turned had to stay in the dark until their bodies had cooled and hardened to withstand the sun’s rays. Else they reacted to the heat like a matchstick dipped in gasoline.  

His eyes flicked upwards to the sun. That was another inconsistency with Kudo. He hadn’t reacted at all to sunlight. He’d been sleeping right in the open when Heiji had found him. 

He’d been told it took up to a year before a vampire could stay out in the sunlight without being injured, and he’d seen proof of that himself. 

Kudo had only been missing for a little over a month.

It wasn’t enough time to build up this strong of a tolerance to the sun’s rays. 

Of course, that was assuming that Kudo had been changed the same night he disappeared. The discoloration of the blood on his shirt could prove that possible. The wear and tear of his clothes definitely showed he’d been out here for a while, probably the entire time he’d been missing. And now that Heiji had been able to get a better look at the wound on his neck, it too showed signs of healing. 

But that was yet another inconsistency with him being a vampire. It was a cut mark, most likely made by a small knife. A cut that wasn’t deep enough to sever the artery, which meant Kudo’s attacker--sire? Had intentionally wanted to turn him instead of kill him.

However, newly turned vampires would have had the double puncture mark from the fangs of their sire. It wouldn’t be as healed as Kudo’s cut as those wounds took much longer to vanish since they were the last injury received to the body before it was changed. 

Heiji growled, shaking his head. The timeline of turning didn’t match up. The neck mark didn’t match up. Nothing matched up! No one could be a half vampire. It wasn’t possible. Yet he’d checked Kudo’s fangs and eyes. They were the real deal. He’d quadrupled checked his pulse. It was still there. Pulse, and Fangs. Breath and Red Eyes. What exactly was Kudo if not a vampire?

He glanced again to his rival and froze in place. 

The vamp--detec--agh! Kudo’s eyes were open, the red iris focused on Heiji. 

How long had he been awake watching him pace? 

Heiji turned fully to him, meeting him eye to eye as he spread his palms showing he wasn’t armed. He’d purposely placed the bokken point down in the ground a couple of feet away. Not in immediate reach but available should the silver not hold Kudo in place. “Ya’re finally awake I see.” He commented when Kudo remained still. 

Kudo’s eyes narrowed slightly at that, confusion flashing across his face. 

Did he no longer understand Japanese? It wasn’t clear just how much of the brain still functioned when one became a vampire. Enough that you could knock one out sure, but not enough for them to be reasoned with. Probably because their cognitive abilities became little more than mush, leaving them with just their instinctive need to hunt for more blood.

“I ain’t untying ya if tha’s wha ya waiting for.” He added as Kudo remained silent and unmoving. Should he have just killed him? Not that he wanted to go back and be the one to inform the world that the Great Detective of the East was dead, but if Kudo wasn’t going to tal--

“Osakan.” 

Heiji blinked. “Huh?” 

Kudo’s eyes finally moved, slowly making their way down to Heiji’s feet and back up to his eyes. “Your accent.” He said, his voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper really. 

Oh. OH. Heiji smirked, shaking his head. “Yah, it is. Is tha all ya can focus on though Kudo is how I talk?” Had the detective been thrown off by something as simple as that? If so, his brain would have to be closer to mush, but at least Kudo could still speak. Maybe that meant he could hold a simple conversation with his rival. 

Kudo’s eyes dropped down from Heiji’s eyes, focusing on his neck, down to his chest, back up to his neck. He visibly swallowed, exposing his fangs once more as he licked his lips. “Your. Heart...is distracting.” He managed, jerking his eyes back up to meet Heiji’s. 

He snorted. So his rival could manage sentences, even if he was focused on Heiji’s pumping blood. Maybe he wasn’t so mushed up in the head. “Well, I can’t really stop tha.” 

Good to know that Kudo’s hearing was enhanced too. Were his other senses as heightened as a vampire’s as well? 

Kudo twitched, looking down his shoulders straining as he tested the bonds. “I...know.” 

Heiji stepped closer, drawing the half vampire’s attention back to him, and away from the ties that may or may not have weakened him. 

If his heartbeat was distracting him with speaking, did that mean-- “So ya need ta drink blood still, Kudo?” He asked, watching as his rival’s eyes widened at Heiji’s proximity. The half-vamp even leaned back a little, legs twitching as they tried to pull apart the belt. 

Wait. Leaning away? 

He fought not to smirk. Now that was interesting. Why would Kudo not be trying to attack him if his blood was so distracting? A normal vampire wouldn’t have hesitated. Wouldn’t have fought against the instinct despite being bound.

Could it be that the silver causing the reaction? Or was the faint green tinge to Kudo’s skin from the lack of humans to feed upon? After all, there had been no reports of any attacks, or missing people in the area besides Kudo. 

Heiji frowned. Another inconsistency. Newly turned vampires had to eat more often than their older counterparts, feasting multiple times a day if possible, their blood lust nearly insatiable. 

But there were no missing people in the area. So if it wasn’t humans, what had Kudo been ---He glanced to the trees around them.

The silent trees. 

Bingo! 

Of course! The forest had been unnaturally silent before he found him. So his rival must have been quick enough to catch the local wildlife to drain them of their blood. Hence why the creatures were absent in this part of the woods. 

He studied Kudo’s bloodstained shirt with more interest. If that was the case, then it looked like Kudo hadn’t had anything to drink in three or four days. 

It was another inconsistency though. Vampires needed human blood to live. Hence why they were almost always found in cities with a ton of people around. 

There’d been attempts in years past to switch vampires such a diet.

All had failed.

The vampires, even older ones, hadn’t lasted longer than a couple of weeks on such a diet. Animal blood did nothing for them. If anything it made them more feral and unpredictable.

Yet his rival was hardly acting feral. 

“Yes.” 

Heiji jumped at the sudden word, almost missing Kudo’s nod along with his soft confession. 

Geez. Stay present Heiji! Getting distracted around a vampire was a short route to death. 

But.

If his rival needed blood...

Heiji took a breath, adjusting the brim of his hat. Well Kazuha would probably kill him if she found out about this, but hey, he wasn’t afraid to take a risk here and there. “Alright.” He said simply, crouching down in front of Kudo. “Can ya sit up?”  

If Kudo hadn’t had any human blood since his first change, or potentially ever, he definitely had to give his rival some credit for not fighting harder earlier. The scent of his blood from the injuries Kudo had given him had to be intoxicating. Should have been spurring him to fight harder to sink his teeth into Heiji’s throat.

Newly turned vampires could never resist fresh blood.

Yet his rival had willingly done so. He’d given up the fight. Wasn’t actively trying to escape or attack him. Inconsistencies.  

Kudo took longer to respond, his attention entirely on Heiji’s chest, where Heiji could only guess he was listening to his heart pounding. It had sped up a little with his proximity to the half-vampire, adrenaline coursing through him at being so close to someone who could potentially kill him in the blink of an eye. 

Oops. 

Heiji snapped his fingers in front of Kudo’s face. “Yo!” 

Kudo jerked his head back, baring his fangs in a silent snarl as he looked up to meet Heiji’s eyes again. 

“Can ya sit up?” Heiji repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

Kudo growled in response. He strained against the bonds as he used his shoulder to push himself up off the ground. He wobbled not quite balanced and Heiji instinctively reached out to steady him, holding him by the shoulders, while Kudo moved into a kneeling position. 

Heiji jerked back with a curse as his rival suddenly snapped at one of his hands, only his quick reflexes saving him from encountering Kudo’s teeth. “HEY! Whatcha do tha for! Jeez Kudo, don’t bite tha hand tha is trying ta help ya.” 

Kudo snarled, eyes glinting as he jerked at his bonds. “Your. Heart.” He repeated forcefully. 

“Right, right. I’m distracting ya.” Heiji shrugged dismissively. Perhaps Kudo was just...smarter than the others. Waiting for a better chance to strike.

That wasn’t a pleasant thought.

He drew another steadying breath. At least the rumor about silver weakening vampires appeared to be true. His belt with its silver buckle was still holding. “How about ya listen ta my proposal first before ya attack me again okay?” 

Kudo didn’t respond and Heiji exhaled, rolling up the sleeve of his shirt, drawing his rival’s attention to that. “I’m giving ya sixty seconds to drink yar fill.”

The half-vampire narrowed his eyes. “Why?” He demanded, unable to look away from Heiji’s arm, hunger growing strong in his eyes. He licked his lips white fangs gleaming as he half opened his mouth. However he didn’t strike, holding still like a police dog waiting for the command to attack. 

Kudo’s logic could overwin his instincts it appeared, but only if his instincts weren’t triggered first.

Kazuha would definitely kill him if she found out. “Call it an experiment, Kudo.” He said with more calm than he felt. 

This was risky. For both of them. But it wasn’t like Heiji had a dead rabbit nearby to give to him instead. His rival needed blood and maybe just maybe, human blood would give him a better cognitive edge. 

Or else send him deeper into his bloodlust. 

The latter seemed more likely, honestly.

Whelp. 

There really was only one way to find out for sure. 

Heiji really hoped it would be the former. Hunting rabbits to get Kudo back into speaking capability again would be a pain.

“Sixty seconds” he repeated. “Got tha? Try an drink longer an I knock ya out again.” 

He was already planning on it actually. With Kudo’s entire attention on the blood pumping in his veins, he doubted the vampire actually heard him. Bracing himself, he held out his arm within reach of Kudo’s teeth. 

He reacted instantly, sinking his fangs into Heiji’s wrist before he could blink. Heiji flinched, but surprisingly, beyond the first pinprick of the fangs piercing his skin, it didn’t hurt. 

Did Kudo have some sort of anesthetic venom to keep his victims from feeling pain? 

Heiji forced himself to exhale, taking slow steadying breaths as he let his hand relax, watching Kudo as the half-vampire closed his eyes as he drank, totally focused on the blood instead of trying to escape his bonds. 

Heiji shook his head. Sixty seconds for the blood sucker. Why did it suddenly feel like it was going to be an eternity?

To Be Continued Chapter 3

[vinylackles]

team

word count: 4,650

summary: the experienced hunters have to split up to help out the new recruits, and it goes against the grain for sam to not be beside you on a hunt

(some super fluffy fluff with an actual plot okay I am full of feelings)

all my works || request imagines here

You were always proud of Sam, but you were practically beaming with pride these days. He was flourishing, leading the new crop of hunters that had found a home in the bunker. Having people look up to him the way he had always looked up to Dean gave him a new sense of purpose, and you’d never seen him happier. 

His happiness brought him new energy as well, so you were unsurprised to find your bed empty when you woke up. With a sigh you pulled your shorts back on over the underwear you’d slept in. 

You followed the smell of coffee down the hallway, smiling when you finally found him. He was barefoot, sweatpants hanging low on his hips where he stood. His hair was just shy of bed head - you could tell he’d run his fingers through it to try and tame it a few times, though it hadn’t accomplished much. He was so soft and lovable in the mornings it practically made you melt. 

He didn’t notice you until you started walking towards him, and a wide grin spread across his face as soon as he saw you.

“You weren’t supposed to get up yet, I was bringing you coffee,” he grinned as you pattered your way over to him.

“Missed you,” you said simply, your voice still soft with sleep. When you finally made it to him, you perked up on your tippy-toes and he leaned down to meet you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Mornin’ to you too.” He smiled, passing your mug to you and pulling you to him with his newly free hand. You settled in front of him, your back pressed to his warm chest, his arms around your shoulders. As you sipped at your coffee, you started analyzing what he was working on. 

He’d only bought the white board last week (Dean had given him crap for it, but helped him hang it anyways) and he’d been using it everyday since. It was a new place to organize everyone and their assignments, and it was full of Sam’s slightly messy scrawl. New cities, all tagged with monsters and the names of hunters assigned, all in a nice organized fashion. You were sure his notes at Stanford had probably looked similar. 

The squiggly question mark next to Phoenix made you quirk an eyebrow.

“What’s going on in Phoenix?”

“Oh, it’s probably just a vengeful spirit, but it seems pretty nasty. I don’t want to send the newbies out there without back up and we don’t have enough people. So we’ll just keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn’t get any worse,” Sam explained, resting his chin on your head. 

You looked up at the names with a chuckle, unsurprised to see your name underneath Sam’s next to Richmond, VA.

“We do have enough people. Just take one from each of the other hunts and I’ll take em out with me.”

“What?” You felt Sam stiffen at your suggestion and you frowned a bit. “You’re with me in Virginia.”

“Yeah, exactly. We can split up, we both don’t need to go to the same place. Send Dean to Texas, Cas can go to Alabama, Mary can go to Colorado, you’ll go to Virginia and I’ll take Arizona. Divide and conquer, yah know?” 

You were met with silence, and it wasn’t until you felt his hand tighten just a fraction against your skin that it clicked.

“Sam. C’mon now, you know I’ll be fine.” 

“I know, I know. It just... goes against the grain is all.” 

“Oh?” You smirked, turning in his arms so you could see his face. He sighed a bit, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair.

“We haven’t been on separate hunts in about 6 years Y/N. We’re a team. It’s gonna be weird not having you with me.”

“Are you gonna spend your whole hunt worrying about me?” You squinted your eyes up at him accusingly. 

“Of course I am, that’s what boyfriends do,” he teased, kissing your forehead quickly before reaching over you to start rearranging the names. It made your heart warm anytime Sam got like this. You loved how protective he was over you, even if you’d never admit it. It made you feel safe, and loved.

“Put the young ones with me, you all intimidate them. And send Jack with me too, that’ll put you a little more at ease,” you suggested. Jack really was the best of the new crop even without his powers, but with his grace slowly coming back, he could use what he had in an emergency. 

Once everyone had their assignments, you snapped a quick picture of the board on your phone and squeezed Sam’s hand again. 

“Let’s go wake everyone up, they’ll sleep till noon if we let em’.” 

day one:

The new car drove smoothly, and Jack wasn’t half bad on the aux, playing a mixture of songs he’d picked up from Dean and some he’d heard on the radio. After a few new credit card scams and a lot of hustled pool, the boys had been able to buy some new cars that didn’t use a gallon of gas to make it out of the driveway like some of the old bunker cars. 

You’d just crossed into Arizona when Jack nudged you from the passenger seat.

“I think Sam’s calling you, his face just popped up on your phone,” he said, passing it to you. You paused the music, putting the phone to your ear.

“Hey, everything okay?” Your greeting was an instinct.

“Yeah, just passing into Kentucky now. Did you remember to get everything you needed from my bag? I think you left one of your guns in here.”

“Yeah, I know. I don’t need it, and it was already full of silver bullets anyways. Won’t do much against my ghost over here, but it’ll help with your wolf issue.”

“Oh. Well, you could have loaded it with regular bullets and taken it with you...” Sam’s voice trailed off, and you could see him in your mind, chewing on a finger nail and bouncing his leg like he did when he was nervous.

“I’m fine baby, I took four shotguns and enough rock salt rounds to bring down an army. Besides, we probably won’t need it anyways. Salt and burn, remember?” 

“Yeah. Salt and burn, right.” He was reassuring himself more than anything. It was really getting to him and you felt a bit guilty as you continued on down the road.

“Hey. I love you, okay? Be safe.” 

“I love you too.” Sam hung up first, and you sighed, passing your phone back to Jack so he could pull up your music again.

“Was that chief?” The younger boy from the back spoke up. You looked into the rear view mirror, having almost forgot that he was back there with Maggie. 

“Yeah, he was just checking in. It’s Jacob, right?” 

“I was supposed to be on that hunt with them, not going after frickin’ Casper.” The boy grumbled, ignoring your question and rolling his eyes a bit. You chuckled, turning your attention back to the road. You’d handled your fair share of teenage boys with a superiority complex, and it didn’t get to you much. 

“Vengeful spirits are very dangerous, Jacob. If you’d read the books Sam told us to you’d know that,” Jack said, his tone reminding you of an annoyed Cas.

“Well, I’d like to be hunting an actual monster instead of stuck with the B team.” 

“B team?” Maggie raised her eyebrows at that.

“Yeah Maggie, the B team. The not even one year old and the two chicks make up the B team, if you were curious.” 

Before you could say anything, you heard a sharp smack of skin on skin. 

“Ow!” Jacob exclaimed, and you saw him cradle his face from the mirror.

“If you’re going to be a sexist ass, you should have just stayed at home and wallowed in your excessive testosterone.”

You had to bite back a laugh, reaching quickly to turn the radio up to muffle the sound. There wasn’t another word from the back seat the rest of the trip.

day two:

“Yeah, definitely a wolf. We found another vic as soon as we rolled into town.” Sam’s voice was comforting even if it sounded different through the speaker.

“When’s the cycle finish up?” You asked, wedging the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you pinned the papers Maggie was handing you to the wall in front of you. It would leave holes, but the motel was crappy enough that no one would care. 

“We have a few days to find it. How’re things with your crew?” 

“They’re... interesting.” 

“Uh oh. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you reassured him, looking over to the table. Jack was working diligently, scanning through some police files you’d gotten earlier. Jacob was on the other side of the table, picking at the eraser on his pencil. 

“It’s Jacob, isn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t have sent him with you. I don’t know if he’s cut out to be a hunter. Do you need me to talk to him?” Sam’s words got faster and faster and you chuckled a bit, shaking your head.

“Like I said, nothing I can’t handle. He’s had a tough time, take it easy on him.”

“We’re hunters Y/N, every one of us has had a tough time.”

“I miss you.” You decided to change the subject, knowing you wouldn’t get him off of it anytime soon. 

“Miss you more. I’m sure we’ll both be back home in a few days.”

“Can’t wait. I love you, stay safe.”

“I love you more. I’ll see you soon, call if you need anything.”

day three:

when Bobby’s ghost was attached to his flask, was he only able to appear when you actually opened it, or was he free all the time?

You sent the text to both Sam and Dean, stowing your phone in your pocket while you waited. 

“So how are you supposed to know what the spirit is attached to if they’ve been cremated? It could be literally anything.” Maggie spoke up from across the room, still mulling over the web of information you’d formed over the last few days.

“Exactly, it could be anything. That’s what makes it so hard. But if you think about it, ghosts are attached to the place or thing that they haunt...”

“So whatever the ghost is attached to had to be at all three of the murders.” She got there before you finished and you nodded at her with a smile. She wasn’t the most confident, but she was pretty sharp. You’d already figured out that the object the ghost was attached to was most likely a lighter, and there was no way you could get to it until the morning. But, you waited, wanting her work through it and deduce it for herself while you sent the boys out for some food. 

Can’t remember very well. I think in the beginning it was only when it was open, but as he went off the rails further, he was able to come out whenever he felt like it. 

The text came in from Dean first, and Sam responded soon after.

That sounds right. Why?

You typed back quickly.

Our not so friendly ghost was cremated. Pretty sure he’s hanging around an old lighter of his, just wanted to see if we had to light it or not once we get our hands on it. How are your all’s hunts going?

Sam responded first.

We’ve got the wolf’s location narrowed down. Moving in tonight to take it out before it can turn again.

Dean’s update was next.

I’d take a spirit any day. We’ve got a shifter on this end, and the newbies are so spooked i’m afraid they’re going to shoot me when I get up to pee in the middle of the night

You were about to respond when the door swung open.

“Thank god i’m starvi- oh my god!” Maggie yelled, dropping the files she was working on.

Jack was in the doorway, two pizza boxes in hand and blood all over his face.

“Jack! What the hell happened?” You exclaimed, rushing over to him. He was cold to the touch when you grabbed him, chilled from the night air outside.

“Jacob wanted to go to the bars, but I told him we had work to do and that we were only supposed to get pizza. I went in to get the food and when I came back he was running off. I almost stopped him, but he punched me and ran off. He said he didn’t want to hunt with ‘those bitches’.”

You were seething, and seeing red as you took the pizzas from Jack’s hands, guiding him to a chair. 

Taking deep breaths, you went to the bathroom to get a few towels while Maggie went to get some ice.

“Did you at least hit him back?” You asked as you began to wipe the blood from his face.

“No, I was holding the pizzas.” He was so matter of fact that at any other time you would have smiled. 

“Maggie will be back in a minute, you two keep working. I’m gonna go take care of something.” 

“Are you going to go kick his ass?” Jack asked, perking up. He was obviously hopeful.

“Absolutely, and hey... language.”

day four:

“Give me your ID.” You held your hand out expectantly. Jacob grumbled a bit as he dug around in his jacket pocket, handing over his fake badge.

“No, your actual fake, Jacob. Give it here,” you said, waiting. After having to drag his drunk ass out of the bar the night before, you didn’t have much sympathy for the boy, even though his hangover was obvious.

He handed you the piece of plastic he’d used to get into the bar begrudgingly, rubbing at his temple. You heard Jack and Maggie snickering a bit in the background but you ignored it the best you could.

“Look kid, I don’t know whats going on in your head, but this isn’t how we do things around here. We’re a family, and we watch each others backs. No one is forcing you to be here, and if you don’t like it, then you’re free to go. If you want to stay, I’m gonna give you another chance. Get your attitude in check, or it’ll be your last. Capeesh?”

“Yeah. Capeesh.” There was less attitude in his voice than you expected, but it wasn’t exactly an apology either. 

“Good. Now everybody get packed up, grab anything iron you can find, and everybody gets a rock salt gun,” you instructed, heading over to your own bag. You had to get back into the last victim’s house without raising any suspicions despite all the kids you had in tow, find the lighter, and then somehow get it salted and burned. You planned out your steps as you put your gun in your waistband, surprised to hear Jacob’s phone ringing. 

His face dropped as soon as he saw the name on his screen. You had a gut feeling, and it was only confirmed when you heard the voice immediately begin yelling.

You let Sam chew him out for a few minutes, shaking your head a bit as you finished packing and zipped up your bag. Maggie and Jack were obviously eavesdropping while they loaded their jackets with extra rock salt bullets.

With a sigh you went over to Jacob, taking the phone from his hands and holding it away from you, looking over at Jack, who looked so guilty it was almost funny. You covered the microphone when you leaned in to whisper to him.

“Thanks for having my back,” you said, giving him a wink. “Meet me outside in five.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, still chuckling as you heard Sam yelling down the line while you walked out towards the car.

“You done?” You interrupted, finally putting the phone up to your ear.

“And if I ever hear you talking to any of the other wome- wait. Y/n?” Sam’s tone changed immediately to surprise.

“Yep. You good?” You laughed, happy to hear his voice. 

“Once I get my hands on that little brat I’ll feel better.”

“Easy killer,” you smiled, loading your bag in the car. “I told you I had it handled, I think he got the message.”

“It’s taking everything in me not to drive straight there and kick his ass,” he grumbled back. You could picture him so clearly in your head, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

“You headed home then?” 

“Yeah, we killed the wolf last night and got a few hours of sleep before we hit the road. We’re about 8 hours out from the bunker. How’s the case going?” 

“Besides you and Jack gossiping like teenagers, it’s going fine. We should have it taken care of by tonight. Gotta wait for everyone to clear out of the old man’s house so we can get to the lighter. They’re having visitation till noon,” you explained. 

“Do you want me to come help? I could probably make it.”

“Sam. I love you, but I’m fine. You gotta relax a little,” you teased him, though you wanted nothing more than for him to be right beside you. 

“I know I know. Goes against the grain, remember?”

“I hear yah you big sap. I miss you.”

“Whose the sap now, huh? I’ll see you tomorrow. Stay safe. I love you.” 

“Love you more. See you soon.” You said, hanging up as everyone else made their way out of the motel room. 

You watched as everyone loaded up, Jacob waiting outside the door for a moment.

“Um. I’m sorry for what I said. And for going to the bar last night. That was stupid and irresponsible.” He recited the words back to you just as Sam had told him to, you were sure.

“Okay. Oh and Jacob, for the record. If you punch another hunter again and they don’t hit you back, I will.” You offered him a smile before climbing into the driver’s seat, ready to get the hunt over with and be back at the bunker with Sam.

day five:

For once, you were thankful that Jack didn’t need sleep. Usually the fact that he was chipper at 1 in the morning wasn’t the best, but it came in handy tonight. 

You had been sleeping soundly for the last few hours, only waking because of the bump he hit in the road. 

“Sorry, I tried to miss it,” Jack apologized, eyes never wavering from the white lines flying by in front of him. You sat up and stretched, pleased when you recognized your surroundings. You were rolling through Lebanon, only a few minutes away from the bunker.

“No biggie. Thanks for driving,” you yawned a bit, trying to shake off the sleep. Even after dating him for 5 years, the thought of Sam being so close gave you butterflies. You got distracted in your thoughts and didn’t realize you were home until the car rolled to a stop. Smacking the back of the driver’s seat, you woke up the other two in the back.

“Leave the gear in the trunk, we’ll pack it in tomorrow so we don’t wake anyone up. Nice work out there, all of you.” You praised them, though you had to admit that you’d ended up doing most of the work during the successful hunt. 

You all got out around the same time, shutting the doors as quietly as you could. Opting for the quieter entrance of the garage, you lead the others that way, bidding them all goodnight as they split off to their perspective rooms. 

With a sigh of relief you pushed the door of your room open, frowning when you noticed the bed was empty. You’d expected a warm, shirtless, sleeping boyfriend awaiting you. It wasn’t like him to still be up. He had to be asleep, he just wasn’t in bed, you realized. He would have come to greet you by now if he was up.

Deciding to let him sleep for a bit longer you made your way to the shower room, turning the water up till it was billowing steam. You washed your hair and body quickly, shaving and washing your face just trying to feel back to normal - it had become a post-hunt ritual for you. 

The warm water relaxed your muscles but woke you up at the same time and you got a bit restless under the spray, hoping that Sam hadn’t woken up yet. You got out, drying off and running your towel through your hair until it wasn’t dripping. You slid on one of Sam’s shirts that you’d snagged while in the room, and your favorite underwear, not bothering with shorts. The fabric went down to your knees anyhow, and no one would be up roaming the bunker at this time of night. 

By the time you had brushed your teeth and hair, the clock had reached 2am. You headed down the hallway, eyes peeled for any sign of your boyfriend. He wasn’t in the kitchen, or the war room. You were beginning to get worried until you spotted a hand hanging limply off the edge of one of the new chairs in the bunker - a cushioned, wide set one that was perfect for reading. You should have known Sam would be there. 

And when you got to where you could see him, he was fast asleep, lips open just barely, steady breaths making his chest rise and fall smoothly. His hair had fallen down over his eyes a bit, the book he was reading laying open against his stomach. You coaxed it out from under his hand, marking his spot and sitting it on the side table. 

Your heart was warm as you brushed the hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. He stirred a bit, but didn’t wake up until you ran a thumb along his cheekbone. He squeezed his eyes shut, grumbling a bit before peaking them open.

“Hey, it’s just me.” 

His face relaxed and he got a bit of a goofy grin, his eyes barely open.

“‘Mere,” he mumbled, reaching both arms up for you. You obliged, slotting yourself in his lap as best you could. He did the rest of the work, wrapping his left arm around your waist and pulling you tight against him, his right hand sliding up the smooth skin of your leg where it hung over the arm of the chair, squeezing a bit. 

“Hi babe,” you grinned, more than content to be back in his arms. 

“Missed you. You smell like fruit,” he murmured, nuzzling up to your neck, breathing in your shampoo. You’d forgotten how warm he was, like your own personal space heater. You pressed closer to him, fighting off the chill brought on by your wet hair.

“It was only a few days.”

“Too long. Zero out of ten, let’s not do it ever again,” he sighed, sitting back up so you were face to face. He brought a hand up to your cheek and you leaned your face into his palm, feeling the familiarity of the callouses and scars against your skin.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips just barely to yours, a sweet, soft type of kiss. He was still sleepy, that much was obvious. 

Deciding to wake him up a bit you pressed against him harder, nipping at his bottom lip until he grinned, getting the message and opening up to you. His hand slid up into your hair, long fingers tangling in wet strands as he held you to him as you took control. You explored his mouth, though it wasn’t like you didn’t know him by heart already. 

His hand ghosted down your side, back to your thigh, all the way up to your hip, rucking your shirt up a bit.

“Ah ah ah, Jack and Cas are still up,” you reminded him, though your body would have much rather him kept up his path. “We can always go back to our room.”

“Mmmm. Comfy,” he said, nuzzling up against you again, hand rubbing gentle circles into your skin. 

“How was the hunt?” You asked, running your fingers through his soft hair. He was practically humming under your touch. 

“Sucked. Absolutely awful. The worst hunt ever,” he answered dramatically. You furrowed your brow.

“Why? I thought it went smooth!”

“You weren’t there,” he said simply. You rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled anyways. 

“How ever did you go on,” you teased, throwing your head back in fake exasperation.

“It was awful, don’t know how I survived,” he grinned, but when he saw your neck he couldn’t help but kiss it and you melted as he worked his way up to your jawline. 

“How was your hunt?” He murmured against your skin, not stopping his work.

“Bit harder than I thought to burn a lighter, but not too bad. Except for the teenage testosterone, I could do without that,” you replied, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips. He stopped at your words, and you could practically hear him thinking, his muscles tensing under you.

“Nope. Not tonight,” you pleaded.

“I’m not gonna let him get away with that crap,” Sam said, his thoughts already down the hallway in Jacob’s room. 

“But then you’d have to get up, and I’d just have to go to bed... all alone,” you pouted, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Y/N,” he countered, but you could tell by his tone that it was working. You sold it the rest of the way by kissing your way from his ear to his lips, running a fingernail along his cheek.

“You can put the fear of god in him in the morning,” you offered, not wanting to move an inch from where you were. 

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll just tell him I was occupied,” he grinned, kissing you again, a bit rougher than before. 

“When we have kids, they aren’t gonna be spoiled teenagers. We’re gonna raise them right. Right?” You murmured. His lips stalled at that and he leaned back, eyes wide. 

“You wanna have kids?”

“Well I mean, yeah. I’ve told you that before,” you tilted your head, hand going back to his hair.

“Right. I just... I didn’t realize you meant, you know, with me.” He explained, dropping his head a bit. 

“Oh of course not, I was planning on going and asking Dean for a favor,” you joked, a bit of a knee jerk answer. You both looked at each other and shuddered at the thought of you and Dean in bed, busting out into laughter at your matching reactions.

“Of course I’d want to have kids with you Sam. You’d make the best dad. Hell, you already are a great dad to Jack,” you smiled, your stomach fluttering when you saw his face light up at the thought. An image of a little green eyed boy running around the bunker, arm stretched above his head so he could hold onto Sam’s finger filled your mind, and you swore you could have melted right then. 

During your vision Sam’s mood seemed to have changed. 

“You know what it takes to have a kid sweetheart?” He whispered, lips finding your jawline again.

“Do tell.”

“Practice.” He smiled his biggest smile, and in one swift movement he had thrown you over his shoulder, somehow even doing that gracefully. You were both laughing as he carried you down the hallway to the bedroom where you began the first practice of many, you were sure. 

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Kim Seokjin | Min Yoongi | Jung Hoseok | Kim Namjoon | Park Jimin | Kim Taehyung | Jeon Jungkook

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Summary: A oneshot for each member of Bangtan Seonyeondan. Kim Namjoon, your boyfriend, doesn't know you're a shifter but then you accidentally spill your secret... Word Count: 1,411 Author’s Note: I had something else in mind at first, but then this happened and yeah, I didn't want oneshots to resemble each other too much, so I kept it this way. Let me know what you think! :) Okay, @inappropriatepirate, this is for you. You're a treasure in my life. Sending all the love I can! Gif not mine, credits to the owner.

Kim Namjoon (feat. Kim Taehyung)

You wake up with a shudder. The fear from your nightmare still gnaws at your soul, pretending it could hurt you outside of your sleep. You knew it isn’t real but something crazy tells you it might be and that sends you running. Running to find Namjoon. To see if he is okay. Your claws click over the cold stadium floors as you storm through all the hallways that come into view. People let you through and people point fingers and some people even run after you. Why they think that you sprinting by is such a big deal, you don’t know. Maybe they think something had happened. Maybe they think you are wild. Maybe they think you were gonna do something stupid. Well, something had, you are and something stupid is probably exactly what you are gonna do.

You are wild, wild for Namjoon and Namjoon only. And while you had shared wild moments with him left and right during your profound relationship (featuring a parachute jump - never again), now you are wild with fear. All past moments make the present danger more pressing, like the beauty of having been able to be in his arms for so long turns into something dark now that there’s a chance of losing him. The good times roll over you with a heavy momentum to turn a simple loss into the world’s end for you. The hallways and greenrooms and dressing rooms and all the rooms are empty of your boyfriend, your mate. When you finally pick up his scent, with a mix of sweat and stress, it leads you to the heavy metal doors guarding the backstage area of the arena. Fatigue and stress stream into your nose, turn the pleasant, familiar Namjoon-scent you cherish into a sour invader. Your nose crunches up involuntarily and your body wells up with worry. Again, your nightmare teases your mind. What if you're not fast enough? You can’t get through the door in front of you but another person enters the door to the higher loge section of seats, so you slip through there before the door can fall shut. To your dismay, up there are no stairs that lead down. You are stuck up there. Namjoon. As soon as his voice appears, your ears pick up on the sound, twitching to zoom in on the somewhere far away it came from. Down. He is on the lower level, of course, by the stage, still rehearsing with the others. His voice cracks and thanks to the irrationality already creeping up on you, it almost sends you into a frenzy. You need to get to him, right now. So you start running, and jump down the higher ranks onto the concrete floor that has no give under your paws. The impact almost cracks all your joints at once. I’m coming. You run, ignoring the yells and screams. All you can see is where Namjoon stands on stage. Until he is dragged away. He must’ve gotten an order to run backstage or something because he is running along with the others, trying to get away. But you aren’t a wolf for nothing. You are fast. And then, you have him. He is right in front of you, standing in between your panting body and the other boys who obviously haven’t managed to get away in time. He is shielding them from you with a determined expression on his face. Other than his scent reeking of fear and a strange hunch of… dominance, he is fine. You whine, whine for his attention. Why does he think you would hurt the boys? That doesn’t make sense… you want to reach out for him, grab his hand. When a gray paw comes into view, you jump backward. When did you shift? Had you run all the way here in your wolf form? Oh God… all those people, they… had they seen you? Was that why they were panicking earlier? And the boys, are they afraid of you? Oh no. Namjoon smells afraid. You are so stupid. It was probably the damn nightmare that made you shift. Oh God. You don’t realize that a) you are whining loudly and b) panicking and c) bodyguards and arena security are approaching you with tasers. “Wait,” Yoongi says, staring intently at the yowling wolf’s neck. “That necklace - Joon-ah, do you see that?” Namjoon gasps. “That’s my girlfriend’s. Why is the wolf wearing that?” The security staff stands still, probably a little relieved there’s a chance they don’t have to go up against a fully grown wolf. Namjoon steps forward, forehead crinkling like he’s thinking hard. “Babygirl?” You are still whining and trying to bury yourself, embarrassed. So many people - and you had sworn you’d never let anyone in on your secret. Only when Namjoon’s fingers dig through your fur, you relax. Like all the tension disappears with a single touch from your mate. “Shhh, I’m here,” he whispers, oh so gently scratching your throat. Like a sack of rice, you just sink against him. Relief. Namjoon is okay. Right? He is on the outside, but you still have to check more thoroughly. So you do, sniffing him everywhere to make sure not a single bit of him is hurt. When he chuckles, the deep rumble lulls you in. “Now I know it’s really you. God, that would have been embarrassing, to call a wild wolf babygirl if it hadn’t been you.” You nod and breathe against him as he holds you tight against his chest. The security staff is called back seeing that the situation is under control. “What’s got you so shaken? Why are you a wolf? Is this some kind of fairytale curse where the handsome prince has to kiss his princess better? Cause I will.” He does. He leaves kisses left and right and everywhere on your soft face. In return, you shiver under his love and slowly begin to ick his throat. Namjoon allows it, humming, but soon motions to stand up. “Babe, we need to get off the stage, okay? Rehearsals aren’t over and the concert will start in eight hours. That’s not much time.” You make a sound of approval and accompany him to the side of the stage. Where the other boys stand, watching you with great interest. Only Jin and Hobi have taken the liberty of watching from a distance. Although you know they are the scaredy-cats of the band, it still makes you worry. You’d never hurt them. They’re your pack. The first one to fall around your neck is Taehyung. He’s so fearless, so energetic and glowing with enthusiasm and a hint of mischievous energy that you have to remind yourself he’s not an actual puppy. “Hello,” he giggles, “you’re so pretty, noona. If you ever need cuddles or scratches, you can always come to me.” “Yah,” Namjoon smiles, not as annoyed as he pretends to be, even if he slaps Taehyung on the back of his head, “she’s still my girlfriend.” “Your girlfriend is fluffy.” “Yeah, and not for you to cuddle.” Taehyung pouts playfully, still pressed up against you, hands eager to give you good scratches. But you can tell Namjoon is proud of you, somehow, as proud as a person can be of their significant other who just turned into a giant wolf. It’s the way he always keeps a hand in your fur while you sit at his feet, the way he beams at you, dimples showing, the way he laughs when you lick his hand. When he has to go on stage again, he leaves you in the maknae’s care. He has to rehearse one of his tracks and your skin tingles. Deja-vu. This is exactly the scene you saw in your nightmare. This is it. You can’t even focus on the love given to your throat by small hands, you are ready to bolt to save Namjoon. But the part where Namjoon slips on water and falls onto the fire throwers never comes. He finishes his rehearsal perfectly. As soon as he turns towards where you guys are sat, you spring up to nuzzle him. To show him he’s done well. You’re so proud of him. So glad he’s fine. “Ah babe,” he says, “are you always this excited when you watch me perform?” You let out something similar to a bark and wag your tail. He kneels down. “You’re so cute. Thank you for taking care of me.”

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What Am I To You? (Jungkook Smut)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut Length: Very Long

*Warning- Extreme Sexual Content*

Thanks @cata-clysmic for the request <3

Summary- You’ve been friends with Taehyung since you were 7, and you were disappointed when he told you that he was moving to Seoul to become a trainee at BigHit Entertainment. A few years later and you get a call from your childhood friend, and when you come to meet him, you’re surprised when he is living with six other people. You become friends with all of them, but your friendship with Taehyung only grows stronger. This causes a problem that you didn’t expect. Jealousy.

(It may take a second for Jungkook to come into the story because I had to give back story and such for you and Taehyung but I’ll try to speed through it)

“I’m moving to Seoul.”

You could say you were upset. You could say you were sad. But you didn’t know what to say. You could only stare wide eyed at your friend. Your friend that you’ve known for years. Almost eight years to be exact.

“Y-You’re m-moving?” You could only repeat what he said. Your mind wasn’t able to force your mouth to speak other than those two words. Taehyung nodded, his black bangs swaying. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” He could tell that you were starting to get upset, and he avoided your eyes. He swayed back and forth on the swing set you two were on, his legs bending and unbending.

“I just...I couldn’t find a way to say anything. Every time I see you, I can’t find the words...”  His words came out as mumbles and you could see that he was tearing up.

Taehyung has always been a sensitive person, and you knew that not only was this hard on you, but this was very hard for him. You reached over, your hand grabbing his thigh. He looked back up at you, a tear slowly falling down his cheek.

“I’m not mad.” You lied. Of course you were mad, but you couldn’t tell him that. That would hurt him more. “I just wish I knew a lot earlier.” That was the truth. Taehyung nodded, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.

“Remember that audition I did last month?” You tilted your head in confused by the question. “Yeah. Why?” He rolled his eyes at how oblivious you are. “That’s why I’m moving. I’m going to become a trainee so I can hopefully become an idol.” He couldn’t hide his excitement as he explained and it all caught up to you.

Taehyung is an amazing singer, and you should’ve known after he went to the audition that of course he would be chosen. You smiled wide, the feelings you had earlier getting replaced by happiness for Taehyung’s accomplishments. “That’s amazing!” You grabbed his hands and squeezed them tight. His smile widened to his familiar box smile, which was your favorite smile of his.

“I’m proud of you, TaeTae.” You called him his nickname and he hummed, nodding. “Will you come with me to the transport station?” You immediately nodded at his question. There was no way in hell that you were going to miss seeing him leave.

He smiled, quickly standing from the swing to wrap his arms around you and lift you up. You squealed, slapping his arm to let you go. “Yah, don’t hit me, I’m older than you.” He hissed playfully.

He always says that when you hit him and you scoffed, raising your arm again and he flinched, flashing you his box smile. “You may be four years older but I’ll still hit you.” You warned. He scowled. “No respect for your elders...” You huffed, nudging him and he chuckled, his arm coming around and resting on your shoulders.

It is true that Taehyung is four years older, but he didn’t care and neither did you. You both have similar interests and no one in the neighborhood was better than you two. Though, things were tough with him being in high school and you still being in middle school. But you chose not to dwell on it.

“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” Taehyung’s words cut you from your train of thought and you nodded, walking with him towards your neighborhood.

Today felt like the longest day of your life. There was no school so you ended up sitting in your room for hours, waiting to get the text from Taehyung that he was outside. 

When he did finally text you, you sprinted from your room and out of your house, seeing him outside with a few bags around him. You tried to smile but you couldn’t. No matter how happy you were to see him, you knew today was going to be your last for a while.

Getting to the transport station only took half an hour since you live relatively close, but it didn’t stop the walk there from being dead silent. You felt as if there was so much to say, but it didn’t feel right. Talking would only make this more difficult.

“How long will you be gone?” You looked up at Taehyung, his expression calm but his eyes showed the sadness he felt. “I really don’t know, (Y/N).” He instantly wrapped his arms around you, your face being buried into his chest. “But I’ll call you every day. I promise.” You felt tears start to develop and you held him close, your shoulders shaking as you cried.

Taehyung rubbed your back, shushing you calmly. You were surprised that he wasn’t crying either, but you knew that if he did cry, he’d never leave. “I’ll try to visit whenever I can.”

Those words gave you hope, knowing that you’d see him again soon. You slowly let him go, his hand holding on tight to yours. You watched as his transport came up, Seoul, Korea flashing in red on top of it.

He looked at you, almost as if he was asking permission and you nodded. His hand slowly let go of yours and he grabbed the rest of his bags, his eyes never leaving yours before turning as he climbed onto the subway.

You looked through the window as he walked to his seat, setting all his things down before sitting down next to the window. He looked back at you, meeting your eyes and he flashed you his familiar box smile before the subway started to move, and he disappeared down the trail.

That was the last time you’d see that smile for a while.

Taehyung kept his promise, calling you every day and he visited twice every four months. But soon, calls every day turned to calls once a week. And instead of visiting twice every four months, he’d visit once every ten months.

Then...it was like he never existed. You never got any calls, and he didn’t visit anymore. It was like he was completely gone from your life, and you were gone from his.

You hate high school. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. All they did was annoy you, and it drove you insane. So when you finally graduated and were offered to transfer to an all girls university in Seoul instead of the university in your city, you took the offer as soon as it was given.

“You work one on one with a teacher, and it’s an ‘At-Your-Own-Pace study. Your grades are phenomenal, so I’ve decided to apply you.” You jumped excitedly, hugging the head of your school board. “Thank you so much!” You grabbed your bag, taking the folder of info before running out of the office.

Your parents seemed to have been more excited than you were, and you smiled wide at the mention of a large family dinner. Everything felt perfect, and when you finally stood in front of the university, your bags in your hands, you knew you made the right choice.

You got to work one on one with a teacher, and you were able to work at your own pace, so you spent most of your time in your single dorm, studying or listening to music. 

You quickly adapted to being at the university, and after a month, you had many friends, and the teachers were impressed by your work. You were living the dream.

You sat on your bed, doing research on your computer so you could quickly finish a research paper. You were reading about women in history, which wasn’t your favorite topic but it was something quite fascinating to learn. You were reading an article when you heard your phone buzzing.

You told everyone you knew that you’d be busy for a few hours so you could concentrate on your research, so you stared at your phone, confused that someone would be calling you. You picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID.

Unknown.

You sighed. You knew it was going to be one of those numbers asking about your credit card, which you didn’t have. Ever since you turned eighteen, it seemed that every scam artist had your number and was waiting to get your information so they can leave you bankrupt.

You contemplated on whether to answer the phone or not. Naturally you wouldn’t, especially if you’re doing homework. But something about this phone call didn’t feel right, and the thought of not answering it made you feel uneasy.

Your finger hovered over the answer button before pressing it, your phone flying to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, your number didn’t change.”

You heard a deep voice respond and you furrowed your eyebrows. They seem to know you, but you have no idea who this man is.

“Who is this?” You heard the man on the other line scoff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember your childhood friend. Did you get a new phone? Aish, even then you should remember what my voice sounds like.” He complained to himself.

Your mouth shut tight, your hand shaking slightly as you held your phone to your ear. There was no way it could be him. After years of not hearing from him or seeing his face, he was suddenly calling you after a month of living in Seoul.

Unbelievable.

But you couldn’t help but say his name, just to assure yourself.

“Taehyung?” You felt your words only come out as a whisper and you were worried that he didn’t hear you but you were almost excited that he responded back. “Yes?” You couldn’t help the scoff that left you. “Are you really Kim Taehyung?” You asked.

“Are you really asking me that? Shouldn’t you know who you’re talking to? It’s been seven years and you still have no respect for your elders.” He argued, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face.

“Kim Taehyung! I can’t believe it’s you!” You screamed into the phone. You got up from your bed, jumping happily in excitement. “I feel like I haven’t heard from you in years...oh that’s right. Because I haven’t.”

Taehyung sighed, his voice almost soothing to your ears. “I know, and I’m sorry. Training has been a struggle, so I haven’t really been able to keep in touch with anyone.”

You understood him, even if you didn’t particularly like that he had cut contact with you, you knew that it wasn’t on purpose. “I’m not mad.” Taehyung exhaled in relieve at your words. “Good.”

You two didn’t say anything after that, finding comfort in the silence at knowing you two were still there. The silence only lasted a minute though, when Taehyung asked you a question.

“(Y/N), where are you? Can we meet?” You looked around your room in surprise as if he was going to magically appear behind your door. “I’m-I’m in Seoul! I go to an all girls university here.” You walked to your closet, grabbing a small coat.

“Oh really? That’s amazing! We’re in the same city now. We should meet up somewhere. What’s close to you?” He asked and you thought to yourself, trying to think of a place that would be good to meet up. “Um...the only place I can think of is this bakery/cafe that’s ten minutes from the university. It’s called Kyo Bakery.”

“Perfect. See you there!” Taehyung quickly hung up, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn’t stay on the phone with you, but you were more excited that you’d actually be seeing him. Face to face. After seven years.

You put on your sneakers and quickly walked out your dorm, looking around as girls moved past you to either go to their dorm or go to their lesson. You moved past them, making your way past the gate and out into the open city of Seoul.

The walk didn’t take long at all, an exact ten minute walk from the university and you were glad that you didn’t choose someplace farther. You walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh pastries and the faint smell of coffee invading your nose and you hummed at the delicious scent.

You walked up to the short line that went to the counter and you gazed at the menu, looking at what you wanted. The line went by pretty quick and before you knew it, you were up to the counter, looking at the woman as she stood smiling.

 “What would you like?” She asked, looking at the screen in front of her before looking back at you. “Hm...I’ll get a caramel macchiato and...a raspberry muffin.” You ordered what you usually get, which didn’t surprise the woman at the counter. She nodded, tapping at the screen as she put in your order.

“Okay...that will be 12000 won.” She said, looking up and her eyes widened as she stared behind you. You looked at her, noticing her gaze and you suddenly felt someone press behind you as they reached over and handed her their card. “I’m paying for it. Add a hot chocolate and an egg bread to the order, please.”

You heard a familiar deep voice and you froze as the woman nodded, adding his order to yours and took his card from his hand, swiping it before handing it back to him along with his receipt.

“Thank you.” He said politely before moving so he was standing next to you and you looked to see Taehyung. With that all too familiar box smile. “(Y/N)...I’ve missed you.” He murmured before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to a booth in the back of the bakery.

You both sat, and for a minute or two you two just stared at each other, completely speechless. “I can’t believe you’re really here...and your hair.” You weren’t able to notice until now that his hair was now long and ash blonde, the light color being a huge contrast from when you last saw him and his natural black hair.

“I know...it’s been dyed quite a few times but this is the first time for my hair to be so long.” He touched the ends of it, his bangs almost covering his eyes. His eyes snapped back to you and he smirked. “You haven’t changed at all.” He teased and you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes I have. I’m tall, my hair is long now, and I don’t look like a little boy anymore.” You whined. 

Taehyung analyzing you slowly. “You’re right, your hair is longer. But you’re still short. And for the whole ‘little boy’ topic, that’s only because you finally have boobs.” You gawked at him, surprised by his words.

“That’s not the only reason!” You exclaimed, but he ignored you, chuckling at you before averting his eyes to the woman from behind the counter, who handed you your orders. “Here you go.” She said, placing them on the table. “Thank you.” You and Taehyung both said at the same time.

You looked at each other in amusement and the woman smiled, looking at Taehyung. “You’re V from BTS?” She asked and Taehyung looked at her, hesitating before nodding.

“My daughter is a fan, is it okay if I get an autograph?” Taehyung nodded, smiling softly and he took the pen and paper from the woman politely and signed it before handing it back to her and bowing. “Thank you for supporting BTS.” He said before watching her walk away.

“V? You’re famous now?” You asked, taking a sip of your macchiato. Taehyung looked at you as if you grew another head. “Do you not listen to music? Or watch the news? Or go on social media?” He asked. You shook your head. “I am too busy with my studies for social media, but I do listen to music.” You confessed.

“What do you listen to?” He asked, a little bewildered by your answers. “I listen to a lot of Western artist. I like the music they make in America.” You took a piece of your muffin and popped it into your mouth. Taehyung sighed, slumping in his chair. “You’re just like Jungkook.” He mumbled.

“You raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook? Is that one of your band members?” You asked and Taehyung nodded. “Do you know nothing about me?” His voice coming out slightly hurt.

“I mean, I haven’t seen you in years. I just assumed that you moved on with life without me.” Taehyung was quick to grab your hand. “I would never.” He assured you, a playful smile on his face and you giggled, smacking his wrist lightly.

“Well then, V, tell me about what you’ve been up to. Who are these members that you’re with?” You sipped from your cup again, looking up at him. He took a bite of his egg bread, looking from the pastry to meet your eyes. “Why don’t I just introduce you to them?” He suggested and you quickly shook your head.

“No no no, Taehyung you don’t need to do that.” You set your cup down, waving your hands in refusal. “You know I don’t do well around new people...I’m all awkward and stuff.” You mumbled. Taehyung laughed out loud at that, causing you to glare at him. “You’re awkward no matter what.” He teased before grabbing your hand.

“Come on, come with me to the dorm.” He got up from his chair. He grabbed his egg bread with his other hand and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Taehyung loves his bread. “Okay, okay. But only because I know I don’t have a choice.” Taehyung smiled, pulling you close. “I’m glad that you still remember me so well.”

The walk to the dorm was the hardest you’ve ever had to deal with. When Taehyung said that you’d have to avoid fans and cameras, you didn’t think it would be like this. It seemed that fans visited the large dorm frequently, gifts ranging in sizes from small to gigantic being stacked in front and next to the door.

“Follow me.” Taehyung pulled you down an alleyway before quickly pulling you in through the back entrance that was hidden by tall trees. “This is how all the members get in, or else we’ll be mobbed by fans.” He opened the door and pulling you into the dorm house. You entered in, seeing a laundry room and racks of clothes.

“Sorry for the mess. It’s seven of us living here so...” He apologized but you quickly shook your head. “It’s fine. My dorm is for one person so it’s super small, it’s nice to be somewhere that’s bigger.” You looked at Taehyung’s relieved expression. You were entertained to see that seven years later, he still felt sensitive to other’s opinions.

“It’s Taehyung! I brought a friend with me.” Taehyung looked around as he held onto your hand still, pulling you around. You followed him like a lost puppy, sticking to him like glue.

As you two entered what you saw to be a large kitchen, you saw six other men sitting around a table eating kimchi ramyeon. They all immediately looked at you, all of their eyes widening.

“Taehyung...why is there a girl here?” One of them asked, his eyes wavering from you to Taehyung quickly. “She’s my friend. I’ve known her since I was little and we just met up cause she lives in Seoul now. She didn’t know that I would actually become an idol. She didn’t even know BTS existed until now.” All the members looked at you, their eyebrows raising almost in sync except for one, who stared directly at you as if you were God coming down to Earth.

“She doesn’t know who BTS is?” One of them questioned and you were the one to shake your head. “Never heard of you.” They all looked at each other, some showing sighs of relieve and some of surprise except for the one, who was still gazing at you.

“I suggested that she meet all of you, since she was curious about who I currently live and share a bathroom with.” He let go of you and moved so he was sitting beside one of them. He grabbed a bowl of rice, taking a spoon and shoving a bunch into his mouth, causing his cheeks to swell up like a chipmunk.

“Well, I guess we can just introduce ourselves since you have no idea who we are.” Another member said, a wide smile on his face causing his big cheekbones to raise.

“I’m Jin. I’m the oldest and most handsome member.” Jin smiled at you. You tilted your head curiously, not expecting him to be so straightforward and the member next to him glared at him. “Hyung...” He mumbled, shaking his head in embarrassment. He then looked at you, raising his hand and waving once.

“I’m Min Yoongi, but you can just call me Yoongi. But my stage name is Suga.” He explained. “He also talks a lot.” The same member who was smiling earlier at you teased and Yoongi looked at him, his eyes shooting lasers.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, but just call me J-Hope cause I’m your hope. You’re angel! I’m J-Hope.” He laughed out loud and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

The other members buried their face in their hands, slightly embarrassed. The member next to J-Hope raised his hand up slowly, looking at you shyly. “I’m Jimin.” He said simply, his smile making his cheeks raise and his eyes form into lines. He was so cute you couldn’t help the blush from forming on your cheeks.

“I’m Namjoon, I am the leader of BTS.” Namjoon introduce himself next, his soothing voice and friendly smile gave you comfort. You then looked at the man who was staring at you earlier and his mouth opened only to close again. He looked down, avoided your gaze. “I’m...Jungkook.” He murmured and it was almost hard for you to hear but you managed.

“Well um...my name is (Y/N) and I’m Taehyung’s childhood friend. You don’t have to worry about anything, I care about Taehyung more than the world so I won’t do anything to hurt him, or any of you. I’m hoping we can become close friends as well so...please take care of me.” You squeaked, bowing to all of them.

They all smiled at you, adoring you. “She’s so cute. Where did you find her, Tae?” J-Hope nudged Taehyung, his mouth full of ramyeon as he looked up at you. “Are you hungry? Sit down and eat.” Jin motioned for you to join him and he held out a bowl of rice, which you took politely.

“I haven’t eaten all day...Thank you.” You murmured and Jin smacked Taehyung’s back. “Yah! You’re gonna let a girl starve? Aish, you’ll never get a girlfriend.” Jin exclaimed, an annoyed expression on his face.

Taehyung gazed up at you apologetically and you simply giggled, ruffling his hair. “I’m fine. Taehyung paid for my order at the bakery we met up at, so he isn’t all that bad.” You teased an Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, a pout on his lips. 

You sat next to him, sitting close so you could lean against him. Even though you just met Taehyung’s members, you were still nervous, so you couldn’t help but cling to him.

As you took a bite of your ramyeon, you looked up to see Jungkook staring at you, his stare shifting between you and Taehyung before he looked away, his attention now at J-Hope as he spoke about their upcoming comeback.

“You haven’t seen our new comeback teaser, have you?” Namjoon spoke and you noticed that you were still staring at Jungkook. You quickly looked away before his eyes could snap back to yours and looked at Namjoon. “No, I haven’t.” You answered back and Namjoon was quick to take out his phone and search for it before handing it to the members to pass over to you.

You took Namjoon’s phone, the video’s thumbnail being Jimin. You looked at all of them to see them staring straight at you and you looked back down at the phone, pressing the video.

You were first surprised by the quality, but with it being 2017, the high quality wasn’t that much of a surprise. You saw Jimin in the video and once you heard his voice, your mouth was gaping open. His voice is so beautiful. You never thought you would hear such an angelic voice.

And the video gave off such a boyfriend aesthetic, you almost fell in love with Jimin as you watched it. You were so engulfed with Jimin’s voice, you didn’t notice that the video ended and you quickly replayed it, watching the video again. it wasn’t until you heard J-Hope and Jin laughing loud that you looked up, seeing all the members smiling at you, including Jimin who was blushing shyly.

“I’m guessing that you like it?” Taehyung teased and you quickly buried your face in his neck, embarrassed. “Jimin, I think she likes you.” You heard Taehyung say and you quickly pulled away from his neck, slapping his arm. “I-I don’t! I’m just...he’s really handsome and he has a beautiful voice is all.” You mumbled, your cheeks burning red. You looked up at Jimin who was smiling at you.

“It’s okay.” Jimin’s quick words somehow calmed you down and you nodded, returning a small smile. You heard a slam and you turned your head to see Jungkook looking at you, his eyes narrowed before he looked at the other members, his expression unreadable.

“I’m going to go take a shower...we have an interview tomorrow and I want to sleep early.” He mumbled, getting up and walking off down one of the hallways. You watched as he left before looking at the other members. They all shared your same expression of confusion. “What’s his problem?” Jin grumbled, his eyes flashing annoyance.

“I don’t know...Jungkook rarely gets angry.” Yoongi shrugged, getting up as well. “Hyung, I’ll help you clean. Jungkook’s right, we need to get ready for bed, we have that interview tomorrow and we won’t be in our right minds if we stay up too late.” He patted Jin’s back and Jin sighed, nodding. 

“Alright. Well (Y/N), it was nice to meet you, but we gotta get ready for tomorrow. Hopefully we can see you this weekend? We’re going to Han River just to walk and enjoy outside.” Namjoon looked at you, his kind smile bringing you comfort. “Yeah, of course!” You smiled back at him and he nodded.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Taehyung grabbed your hand as he got up. You nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the members before following Taehyung out the dorm.

The whole walk home and the days following after, all you could think of was Jungkook. Why was he so upset?

It’s only been three months, but it felt like years when you’re with BTS. Your bond with them was so strong, and you felt like you knew so much about all of them. You and Taehyung were inseparable, and whenever he wasn’t doing promotions for their new comeback or on tour, he was with you, and you were with BTS.

Even you and Jungkook started to become friends, but only when Taehyung wasn’t around. Whenever he was it was like he suddenly became distant, and angry. It confused you but Jin would just tell you not to think about it, and that sometimes Jungkook can be a little bipolar.

But it didn’t seem like that to you. How could Jungkook be so nice to you when you’re alone but once Taehyung was there, he was like a different person. It didn’t make sense to you and you wished that you weren’t so oblivious so you could figure it out.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, squeezing your hand as you stood next to him. You always held his hand when you felt nervous, and you didn’t realize that you were holding his hand until he said something. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, looking up at him but he only raised an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.” He turned towards you, running his fingers through your hair and you slowly calmed down. “I’m just...thinking about Jungkook.” You admitted and he sighed, his mouth forming into a line.

“You should talk to him if it’s bothering you so much, (Y/N).” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so oblivious. If his behavior bothers you, just talk to him.” He pulled away, pointing to him. You looked in Jungkook’s direction, seeing him talking to Jimin in the kitchen. His eyes shifted to you and you quickly looked away.

“I’m...nervous.” You mumbled, moving so you were burying your face in Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back slowly. “You can’t spend your entire life being nervous to talk to people.”

“Says the one who performs for a living.” You argued and he scowled, ruffling your hair. “Shut up...go talk to him.” He flicked your forehead and you winced, your hand flying to where it hurt and rubbing it soothingly.

You looked back up to see Taehyung on the other side of the room, talking to Namjoon and you sighed, turning your head to see Jungkook staring at you. He tilted his head slightly, motioning for you to follow him before walking down the hall. You hesitated, looking around to see no one paying attention and you quickly walked down the hall, following Jungkook in his steps.

He walked upstairs and you followed close behind, staring at his back as he walked into one of the rooms. You glanced inside to see a large room divided in half, one half with two beds and the other half with one. You walked inside and Jungkook stayed behind, closing the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

“I’m guessing one of these is yours?” You asked, standing in the middle awkwardly. Your hands played with the material of your sweater, clenching around the ends. He said nothing, his eyes burning into yours.

“Um...Jungkook...I’ve been meaning to ask you-”

“Why am I to you?” Jungkook interrupted you mid sentence and you stared at him blankly, unable to think of a response. “W-What?” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest. “What am I to you? A friend? Taehyung’s friend? What? Do you even like me?”

Jungkook’s never ending questions left you flabbergasted and you couldn’t find the words to answer his questions. Jungkook started to get more frustrated and his jaw clenched. “I wish you would say something.”

“What can I say? I...I don’t know how to respond.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Just tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” Jungkook held his gaze, his eyes wary.

“What? No!” You started but Jungkook only got angrier. “Don’t lie to me!” He yelled, which took you by surprise and you flinched back slightly. “I..I don’t.” You mumbled.

Jungkook’s tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance and he started pacing his room. “(Y/N)...what am I to you?” He asked. “Why do you keep asking me th-”

“Because I need to know! Because I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I’m in love with you and it would hurt me if you’ve been leading me on all this time.” Jungkook got closer to you, his hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place as he leaned closer to you.

“What am I to you, (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked once more. Your heart felt like it was beating a hundred times a minute. “Jungkook...”

Everything felt like it was moving too fast. You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook’s question, and he scowled at your lack of an answer and grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him as he pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, but they were soft and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms tightening around you.

You froze when he pulled away, his eyes were dark and clouded. “You’re mine. You hear me?” His voice was demanding, but strangely you didn’t mind it. You quickly nodded and a smirk played at his lips before he leaned in again, his lips dominating over you.

Your knees felt weak and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck. He suddenly growled against your lips and you were pushed against the wall hard, your hands being pinned above your head by his hands. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He snarled and you nodded quickly.

What’s happening to me?

Naturally, you’re never like this. But there was something about Jungkook, that made you become a different person around him. It was like you liked to be controlled, but only if it were him.

Your thoughts were clouded when he pressed his lips hungrily against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and you instinctively moaned. Jungkook let go of your hands but you kept them raised above your head, not wanting to make him upset.

His hands trailed down your sides before going under your sweater, his warm hands leaving hot trails up your body as he lifted your sweater off of you, exposing your white bra.

He pulled away from your lips, looking at your body and you suddenly felt self-conscious. “So pure...yet you’re such a bad girl.” He leaned in quickly, attacking your neck and chest with kisses and leaving marks behind, sucking hard on your skin to leave dark red bruises that you knew would turn horrible shades of blue and purple that would last for days.

He pulled away, leaving you breathing hard and half naked. He backed up until he was a few feet from you. “Take it off.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you stared at him blankly. “Wh-what?” You asked and he rolled his eyes. “Take off your clothes. All of it.” He looked you up and down.

You looked down at your body, your hands hesitantly going behind you to unclasp your bra and it slowly fell to reveal your breasts. You looked up at Jungkook to see him staring at your breasts, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

You don’t know why, but hearing Jungkook say that made your heart jump, and you were quick to take off your pants and underwear just so he could compliment you again. You wanted more. You wanted him to praise you.

“Come here, baby girl.” He called for you, his voice soothing and calm and you sauntered over to him, his arms wrapping around you. You got on your tip toes as he kissed you again, this time his kisses were soft and gentle, as if he were taking his time.

His hand went down to grab your ass. His hand was rough and you squeaked as he kissed you when his hand quickly smacked your ass, the stinging pain lingering. You felt his hand come down under your ass to start rubbing your folds, making your knees buckle as a surprised squeal left you. He held you up with his other arm, his arm wrapping tight around your waist as he held you against him, rubbing you faster with his fingers and his kisses swallowed your moans.

He pulled away making you gasped. You buried your face in his neck. “Stay quiet. The members are still here.” He warned. You nodded, your mouth now on his neck to quiet your moans. “Leave a hickey, and I’ll make sure you won’t walk tomorrow.” His words didn’t fear you, and instead it only made you more worked up, your legs trembling as his fingers found their way inside you.

“God, you’re so wet...are you wet for me, baby girl?” You shivered at his voice in your ear and you nodded. You felt him press himself harder against you and you felt something hard press against your waist. “See how hard you make me?” He breathed and you had to bury your face in his neck to muffle another moan, his fingers moving inside you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

You suddenly felt empty when his fingers came out of you. “You’re not cumming till I tell you to. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” He growled and you instantly fell to your knees, watching as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his pants and boxers, quickly taking them off.

He’s big.

Bigger than you thought, and you looked up at him, his pupils blown up to full size. “I’ve...”I’ve never...done this before.” You murmured. You looked down, feeling like you disappointed him but you snapped your head back up when you heard his voice.

“I’ll take care of you.” He said it so softly that you knew he wasn’t lying. His eyes were burning into yours as his fingers traced your lips before his index finger pulled down at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth baby.” He cooed. You obliged, opening your mouth big enough for him to slowly push himself in, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue.

“Now suck on me.” He directed you and you followed along, sucking as he moved in and out, his cheeks becoming slightly red as he groaned softly. His noises were quiet enough for only you to hear, and it turned you on tremendously.

“Fuck...that feels good.” He started to move a little faster and you looked up at him, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Relax your throat and don’t try to breathe till I’m done...I don’t want you to choke.” He ordered quickly and you quickly did so, already having a feeling as to what he was going to do and you were correct when he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth.

His quiet groans started to become slightly louder as his hands grabbed onto your hair, his muscles tightening as he breathed heavy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...” He repeated before pulling away, a trail of saliva following as you breathed heavily.

He smiled down at you, his thumb coming down to wipe the spit trail from your lip. “That was amazing, baby girl. I almost came.”

The praise.

You smiled up at him, feeling like you accomplished the most. “Does my baby girl want an award?” He raised an eyebrow and you nodded quickly. “Get on the bed.”

You stood up and quickly walked over to the bed, sitting on it and facing him. Jungkook walked over to you, his hand coming down to push you slowly onto your back. “Move back till you’re at the headboard.” You followed what he said, quickly moving so your head was laying on one of the pillows.

Jungkook took off his shirt, his toned chest and abs making your mouth water. He crawled over to you, his face stopping between your legs. “Spread your legs wider for me.” He pressed a kiss against your clit and you hummed, spreading your legs wider.

His hands came down to hold your waist down as he immediately started to lick between your folders, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, making your back arch. You grabbed one of the pillows, putting one of the corners into your mouth and you bit down on the material to keep you from moaning loud throughout the dorm.

Jungkook pleasured you, his tongue doing wonders and your toes curled and your hand flew to his hair, clenching his chocolate brown locks in your hand. You started breathing heavy, a heated feeling building in your stomach.

“That...That feels so good.” You moaned and that only encouraged Jungkook to pleasure you more, making your legs shake as that heated pressure built up even more.

“Do you want Daddy to let you cum?” He asked against you, his tongue going back to your clit and flicking against it, causing your body to jolt. “Y-Yes D-daddy...”

Jungkook hummed at that, loving the sound of you moaning for him and he put all his attention on your clit, his tongue swirling around it and your legs started to shake again, the pressure building before you gritted your teeth, ecstasy washing over you as you came.

Jungkook watched, getting more turned on by how sexy you look when you cum. “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Get on top of me and ride this dick.” He groaned, laying down on the bed. He reached over, going into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his mouth and quickly rolled it onto his dick before looking at you.

You took that as a signal to climb onto his lap. “Is this your first time?” He asked. You hesitated before nodding. He smiled, his hands massaging your hips. “I’ll be gentle on you at first, but I won’t be able to control myself later.” You blushed, nodding before moving so he was placed at your entrance.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, his dick filling you and you hissed slightly in pain. “Try and take it all, baby...” He groaned, the feeling of you tight around him making his hands grip your hips tighter. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moaned, his eyes closing. You sat still, waiting for the pain to become more tolerable before nodding quickly.

“I’m ready.” You looked at him and he bit his lip. “Move your hips, baby.” You put your hands on his chest as you started to move your hips, his dick moving slowly inside of you.

You hung your head down, your eyes closing as you concentrated on not making any noise. “Oh..God..” You moaned quietly, and Jungkook groaned, his nails digging slightly into your skin.

You continued this, grinding your pussy against him as his dick moved inside of you and you looked back at him, the pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook...please fuck me.” Jungkook opened his eyes, looking all over your body.

“Kiss me.” He said simply and you leaned forwards, his hands moving down to your ass. He lifted you up so your ass was in the air before bending his knees and thrusting up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

He was thrusting deep and hard inside you, the feeling of him pounding up into you making that familiar pressure built again. His lips were on yours, his mouth swallowing your moans as his tongue slid against yours.

He moaned into your mouth, his hands letting go of your ass and he pushed himself deep inside you as he rolled over, putting you under him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to drill into you, his cock pushing deep and hard, hitting your spot over and over and your eyebrows furrowed, the pressure was now over the top and your legs started to shake again.

“Fuck...I’m gonna cum..” You moaned, burying your face in Jungkook’s neck and he groaned, pounding into you harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby girl.” His thrust started to become sloppy as he was also close to releasing.

You came, your mouth on his neck as you bit and sucked, unknowingly leaving dark hickeys in your place. The pain mixed with the pleasure of you coming on his dick made him also release, his cum spilling into the condom as he rode out his orgasm.

He pulled out of you, the room being filled with heavy breathing from the both of you. “That...was amazing.” You panted, looking at Jungkook. He smirked. “Thanks.” He chuckled.

He sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Get dressed, we’ve been gone for a while.” You nodded, getting up from the bed and quickly put on your clothes.

After the both of you got dressed, you turned towards Jungkook. “So...are we...together?” Jungkook looked at you, amusement in his eyes. “I sure as hell hope so, or else we fucked for nothing.”

He chuckled as you blushed, looking down. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you looked up, his eyes looking down at you lovingly. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips, making you hum in satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go.”

A few hours passed and soon you had to go home. Taehyung walked with you, the moon illuminating the trees as you made your way towards your dorm.

“So...did you and Jungkook have sex?” Taehyung asked. You almost tripped on your way up the stairs and Taehyung grabbed your arm, holding you up. “I-um..” You started but Taehyung shook his head.

“I already know. You have hickeys all over your neck.” He teased, pulling the collar of your sweater down to expose the dark purple marks all over.

You smacked his hand away, quickly opening your dorm room door. “Shut up Taehyung, good night!” You yelled, slamming your door shut behind you. You heard him chuckle before his footsteps slowly becoming silent as he left. You sighed, sitting on your bed before laying down against it, your arms spreading out.

You were about to close your eyes before you heard your phone’s text tone. You looked at your lock screen, your heart beating hard when you saw it was a text from Jungkook.

You opened it up, your eyes opening wide and your stomach twisting into knots when you saw his text along with a photo.

I warned you not to leave any marks, baby girl. You left a lot. Now I have to make sure you won’t be able to walk after tomorrow night. Hyungs will be gone. Be in my room at exactly midnight tomorrow...or you’ll regret it~

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Author’s Note!

I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow :)

Update: I fixed the typos and even edited some stuff, so if there are still some grammar issues, just know that English is not my first language so I (somehow like idk why I’m like this) still struggle with simple phrases. >_<

HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I DID NOT THINK I’D LIVE THROUGH THIS TO BE FUCKING HONEST.

let me calm down...

I hope you guys enjoy it :) I honestly worked really hard to make sure it was good, but I know it was kinda hectic in the beginning. Just bare with me, okay :’)

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❝ Seven big and annoying brothers  ❞

Plot: You’re BTS’ manager daughter and they treat you like a little child sometimes, but they really care about you and love you a lot. 

Words count: 2k+

Pairing: BTS x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Waiting was something you hated with all your heart. The only thing that made it even slightly bearable was the fact that most of the time you waited was into your father's office. Office located right next to BTS' personal rehearsal room.  

The sound of music, although the rooms were soundproof, came to your ear at that moment and a little smile drew on your lips when you immediately recognized the song. They were practicing for the umpteenth time the choreography of "Not Today", although there were no more smears in any of them.  

Your textbooks suddenly became boring and you knew your father would scold you later, but at that moment you just wanted to sneak into the rehearsal room and watch them.  

So you abandoned the books, your desire to study and with a stealthy step you opened the door; checking that there was no one in the hallway. You were 15 years old, but you were well aware of having to be quiet and silent when you were doing similar things.  

The idea of seeing them was pleasant, despite every time you were in their company each of them; From "good" big brothers, teased you or tried to get the worst side out of you. So much so that you sometimes wondered if you were really younger than them since you were very mature for your age.  

On your toes you reached the door of the rehearsal room, opening it slightly and feeling how the music increased exponentially of volume only thanks to that small opening. Smiling you opened, even more, the door and entered, in a complete silence, going to hide in a corner of the room. Exactly behind their duffel bags, completely crammed together.  

Trying not to giggle you looked in the mirrors their movements, as Hoseok drove the others and gave advice on advice when maybe someone stepped wrong; Or as Yoongi that at every pause he threw himself on the floor and bent on himself trying to catch his breath; Or how the Maknae line despite the exhausting hours of work continued to have the strength to annoy his Hyung.  

"I heard that Y/N is here."  

Your name pronounced by Taehyung took your attention and you focused better on him, while they were finally taking a break and sitting in a circle not too far from the duffel bags.  

"What?? And she didn't come to say “hi”? That little ungrateful kid. " Seokjin snorted, gulping water on water in an attempt to calm his wheezing breath.  

"I think she's studying, her father told me she's the best of her course."  

"Really?? Ah, that little girl, she gives her parents satisfaction. " Namjoon commented with a smile, while a slight redness dispersed on your cheeks.  

And in the excitement of the moment, to feel praised in that way, you would lose the balance and fall disastrously to the side. Away from the protection of the duffel bags and under the shocked gaze of all seven.  

"YAH, Y/N!!! HOW LONG WERE YOU THERE????? "  

"Oh, Yoongi Oppa! Don't yell!! " You murmured, stroking your left elbow, in the exact point where you hit the floor, while someone helped you get up and immediately felt Taehyung's scent pinching your nostrils. You knew them since you were ten years old, you could recognize each one of them only by the scent.

"Hi, Taehyung oppa!" You murmured, hiding in the arms of the member who least teased you despite sometimes his childish but adorable behaviors.  

Immediately there were complaints that he had been the first to embrace you, so after Taehyung's loud and funny whine because he did not want to let you go, you felt six pairs of arms squeezing around your body one at a time. They were your second family and each one of them, with his hug, could make you feel at home.  

"You know that eavesdropping isn't a thing to do??"  

And here it is, the tone you knew well. You looked up at the last of the boys who were squeezing you in, knowing very well that you would find the fleshy lips and the perfect face of Seokjin to observe you. He was nagging you, and even if he was right the way he did it had no effect on you.  

How could you feel guilty when someone like Kim Seokjin was scolding you?  

"Oppaaaaaaa!" The little whine that came out of your mouth made him smile widely, as he passed a hand in your hair creating a mess with the hairstyle that, with extreme precision, you had created just before reaching your father a few hours earlier.  

The chatter that you had interrupted with your sudden apparition began as soon as the echo of your whine was dissipated, while gently you were pushing toward the circle and making to set in a free place next to Jungkook. He stiffened slightly, but despite everything, he smiled at you and put an arm around your shoulders. No, Jeon Jeongguk could not keep calm even next to a little girl who he knew for more than five years and who could be his youngest sister.  

"When did you come back from Incheon?? We knew you had to stay there until September! " Someone asked but you could not identify who, first because he had spoken with his mouth full and his voice was muffled by the amount of food in his mouth; second because you were too busy stealing something from Jungkook's plate to get your eyes up.  

"I was bored and I missed daddy. Then I couldn't study there.. "  

"Poor little baby, she missed her daddy!"  

"Jimin Oppa!" You muttered, with a tone that actually remembered that one of a little girl, pouting and avoiding to look at the dark pink haired boy sitting right in front of you.  

It was something you were used to. Be treated like a little girl from all seven. The jokes, their way of behaving and almost protecting you. Sometimes they didn't realize how frustrating it really was for you because you were growing up and wanted to be treated a little more normally. Not that you would mind their attentions, but sometimes it was really too much.  

You noticed with the tail of the eye Taehyung's gaze and a sweet smile drew onto his soft lips, while he made you a little wink and in his eyes, you saw the encouragement not to care too much for them.  

"So what will you do until the end of summer?"  

"I'll study.. The fact that I'll start a year before the high school is exhausting, Hoseok Oppa. "  

The news dropped a strange silence in the room. You thought that your father, being one of their managers, had told everyone with extreme pride that his daughter was so clever as to have a chance to start a year earlier in high school.

Seven shocked glances rested on you, the one most upset of all was that of Jungkook. And you did not understand why. What was so shocking about that news? Nothing, in your opinion. So you shrugged your shoulders, starting again to steal small portions of food from Jungkook's plate and starting later to do so in that of Yoongi, which was sitting on the other side of you.  

"Y/N, do you know that high school will be like a living hell? You're too young, you're our little mascot. We'll not see you again.. And how are we going to protect you from the dangers of the guys who will definitely try to hit on you, hum? " Seokjin remarked, feeling the most upset due that news because you knew that for him you were really a little sister.  

Again you shrugged your shoulders because you did not see the problem that he had just pinned up five seconds before.  

"Seokjin oppa, it's just high school." You emphasized by swallowing the piece of beef that you were chewing with taste until a few seconds before; "Then in a few weeks you'll have a new comeback, you'll be super busy and you'll forget even breathing maybe, you won't have time to worry about me. So I don't see the problem!"  

Seven worried glances looked at you, again, and it was the time when you understood that it was time to leave, because feeling treated like a little girl to protect was giving you on the nerves. With a small hop, you would put yourself in an upright position, waving all with a small gesture of your hand and walking with fast steps forward the door.  

"Don't get too tired Oppas!" You screamed just before exit the rehearsal room, returning to the most boring thing in the world. Study.  

~ ~

The slight buzz of your phone made you raise your face from your book, so you diverted your attention on the bright screen and smiled slightly in noticing who was texting to you at that hour.  

True, you should have already been in the dream world, but insomnia was your enemy since forever and your mother kept repeating that it would be useless once you would start high school. The less you slept, the more you studied.  

- I hope your studies are going good little panda! Think of your oppas every now and then! - 

- Oppa, my studies are going even far too well, I hope.. And It's obvious! I watch every fansite to have your news >////< -

You quickly typed your answer and came back to put the phone with the screen facing the soft mattress, giggling when it started to ring. Taehyung was the one you were most close to, despite having a wonderful bond with everyone.  

"Oppa!"  

"Why are you still awake little panda?"  

The name with which he used to call you, because of the passion you had for the pandas, made you smile more while you moved the book on the bedside table and threw your head on the pillow, fixing the ceiling in search of a suitable answer.  

"I thought, you know this high school thing puts some pressure and.."  

"And?" The voice on the other side of the phone was sweet, comfortable and always charismatic. Taehyung, despite his behaviors sometimes seen as childish, never failed to behave like the perfect older brother you had never had.

"I miss you all."  

A little giggle made you raise your eyes to the sky, regretting immediately your confession.  

"We miss you too, little panda, I'm being serious. Seokjin Hyung always complains that you are much more good at listening to him that we all put together! Do you know what kind of torture is to hear how he likes comparing us, his best friends, to you?? "  

This was the time for you to giggle because you could very well imagine Seokjin's tone yelling at them, his red face without catching his breath and his continues gesture while talking.  

"Sometimes it annoys me the way you guys treat me.. For this reason, sometimes I avoid you, but now that you're far away I realize that I miss you. "  

A little sigh captured your attention, waiting for his answer while you kept fixing the ceiling remembering every memory you have created with them. As boring, noisy, little witty, they were the people you had closest and knew you better. Even better than your own parents.  

"The problem Y/N is that for us you’re still that ten-year-old girl who has bowed trembling before us five years ago.."  

"And so?"  

"We treat you like a little girl because we don't want to accept the fact that you're growing up. The other day Yoongi Hyung said that soon you will become beautiful, more than now, and you'll find a boyfriend and you'll forget about us Grandpas. "  

"Did Yoongi oppa say that..?" You whispered totally taken by surprise, biting your lower lip trying not to smile like a fool. Adolescence had its flaws and the compliments of someone for whom you felt such a high esteem had their repercussions on your already low self-esteem.  

"Yes! He said it almost as if he feared the moment." Taehyung chuckled, making you smile accordingly as you move the phone to watch the hour. It was late and you both had to sleep at that point. "Perhaps this is the reason for some of our behaviors, but believe me that we really love you Y/N."  

"I never questioned it, Oppa."  

"Good little Panda. But now you go to sleep, it's been late. " He reproached you, in a style always sweet and gentle, making the smile that you had already drawn onto your lips become even wider.  

You nodded, though he could not see the movement of your head, wishing the good night and hung up the call, resting the device on the book on the bedside table.  

Maybe it wasn't so bad to have seven big brothers after all.