#opened (app) at 3 am before bed & Normally it’s full of like. normal ass people but for whatever reason i just stumbled across some fuckin.

[wickedghxst]

….. what the fuck??????

[meltwonu]

| good in bed |     [chapter 1]

pairing; non-idol!chan x reader

this chapter’s notes; HELLO HELLO!! Gettin this ball rollin with the first chapter of good in bed!!!😚💕 Thank u for the interest in this fwb au with chan~ he needs more love yall hehe kind of an introductory chapter but fingering, (barely a) handjob and minor exhibitionism eheheh love u!!!💕💕💕💕

chapters; 1 - x - x - x

“So, how was your date with Jun-hyung?”

Chan toes his shoes off at the door, arms full of groceries and snacks for your weekly movie night at your apartment. You set your own bags down on the countertop before sighing and wiping the sweat from your brow. “It was okay. He kept asking me if I wanted to see videos of his hot dog roller and I couldn’t tell if that was sexual or if he really had a hot dog roller?” Chan laughs to tears, barely setting his bags down on the dining table before collapsing to the floor.

“Fuck, please tell me you’re kidding?” You shake your head ‘no’ at him, placing the various groceries in their places in the kitchen before grabbing the box of popcorn to make.

“I wish I was. He asked me if I wanted to go on a second date so he could show it to me in person.”

“Did you say yes?”

You shoot Chan an incredulous look, placing the bag of popcorn in the microwave and pressing start. “Uh, no?” He gets up from the floor, wiping the stray tears from his eyes before grabbing some of the other snacks and taking them to the living room to set up the space for your movie night.

“You should’ve. Maybe he would’ve shown you his massive dick and you missed out.”

You’re 3 movies in, 2 bags of popcorn cooked and Chan is already nodding off at 9PM.

“Chan, you ok over there?” He hums, sitting up on the sofa as he yawns. “Yeah, sorry, Soonyoung-hyung is really grilling us for the dance competition and we’re in the practice room a lot longer than usual. I’m beat. He could rip my legs off and I wouldn’t even feel it.” You look over to him rubbing his eyes, trying to wipe the sleepiness out of them as he reaches for the bucket of popcorn in between the two of you. “You should’ve just stayed home and rested, you didn’t need to come over for movie night if you’re this tired...” Frowning, you reach over, smoothing his mussed hair as he whines.

“I’m not a baby! And anyway, we’ve never missed movie night! Remember the time we got food poisoning from Jihoon-hyung’s cooking? We still had movie night, just with barf buckets.”

Laughing at the memory, you get up from your spot on the sofa, grabbing more drinks from the kitchen before settling back into your spot on the couch.

“True, I don’t know what we’d do without our movie nights.” Chan’s eyes flit to your form next to him, fingers in the bowl of popcorn. “I dunno, probably getting laid?” You choke on a sip of soda, the carbonated beverage getting onto your shirt. “What!?”

“What? Am I wrong? I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about any of your dates getting any further than the first date lately. And you’ve gone on a lot of them recently.”

The blush that coats your features is burning hot as you set your drink down onto the coffee table. You and Chan had talked about your dates and love lives before, but something about how blunt he’d just been surprised you. “Yeah, well, I dunno. I’m just not getting the right vibes, y’know? I know you’re friends with some of the people I’ve dated but just… I dunno. Maybe my chakras aren’t aligned or whatever.” He rolls his eyes at you jokingly, tired eyes back to the forgotten movie on screen.

“What if we just… I dunno, fucked?”

You can feel your pupils shaking as you stare holes into the side of Chan’s head. “Excuse me, what?”

He clears his throat, reaching for his glass of water on the side table before taking a sip and setting it back down. “I mean, you haven’t been getting any and I haven’t been getting any… We should maybe try it out?”

“You make it sound like we’re just trying kombucha for the first time! How are you so calm about this?!”

Chan laughs as he glances at you, noticing the blush covering your cheeks. “Because… Well, I don’t know. I guess cause we’re best friends? I trust you out of all people, you know? I know you won’t bite my dick off?” You bite the inside of your cheek; in all honesty, you had a huge crush on Chan for a while and the only reason you’d been going on so many dates lately was because you were trying to forget about your crush on Chan.

“Chan… I don’t know, this seems complicated?”

“You said you weren’t getting laid so…”

“Yeah, Chan, I said that but I dunno about this…”  He cracks a smile, hand in the bucket of popcorn next to you. “You also said you didn’t want random hook-ups either, not after Seungkwan tried to finger you in that Ferris wheel two weeks ago.” You grimace at the memory; you were 3 seconds away from getting the good ‘ol police escort out of the theme park.

“I did say that…”

“Well? I’m not random, I’m your best friend! And anyway, Soonyoung’s been so far up my ass with practice for the dance competition at the end of the year so I haven’t been getting any either. It’d work out for both of us?” Chan crams a fist full of popcorn into his mouth, eyes never leaving the tv screen. You contemplate his words for a minute; Chan was insanely handsome and if you were being completely honest, you’d had a crush on him for a while now which is why you weren’t sure this was the right route.

“Chan, I don’t know…”

“Okay, well, just think about it? I’m always here for you. Even if you want to tie me up to the bedpost.”

You nod, a quiet ‘okay’ leaving your lips before you turn to the tv yourself.

“Let’s finish this movie because Sonic the Hedgehog is next on our list and I wanna see it already.”

When Chan leaves your apartment at midnight, he hugs you goodbye, reminding you to think about his proposition. You nod, a tight lipped smile on your face when you shut the door.

You tidy up your place slowly, the thoughts of Chan swimming in your head the entire time it takes for you to clean up and get ready for bed. There was really nothing wrong with his suggestion; you just weren’t sure if it’d make or break your friendship with him. It was fine that you kept your crush on him to yourself, but you knew that adding any sort of physical relationship would make it hard for you to not fall for him even harder. On the flipside, you’d finally be able to fuck your crush without him noticing anything, probably.

Groaning, you reach for your phone, scrolling through various apps before sighing again. Was it worth all the risk?

Screw it, you think, if it destroys our friendship at least we went out with a bang.

You realize when you ring the doorbell to Jeonghan’s apartment that only an actual psycho throws a party on a Tuesday night. I guess that’d be Jeonghan. He opens the door and lets you in, a drunken flush already evident on his skin as he thrusts a cup into your hand.

“There’s more drinks in the kitchen, Minghao’s the bartender tonight!!” You grimace as you smell the contents of the cup, taking a sip before you walk further into the apartment. Noticing a few of your one time dates, you awkwardly wave at them before making a beeline for the kitchen in order to avoid conversation.

“Hey! There you are, come have a drink!”

To your slight surprise, Chan’s already there, arm outstretched with a shot in hand. You had barely talked to him all weekend, giving him and yourself some time to think about the decision you’d both made. Although he had texted you once at 3am asking you a list of your top ten things you wanted to try out in the bedroom; to which you had taken at least 3 hours to come up with before sending the text and throwing your phone at your bed as the sun began to rise into the sky.

Taking the shot out of his hand, you down it, setting the cup back onto the countertop. “When did you get here, Chan?” He downs his own before wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you closer towards him. 

“Not too long ago, but Jeonghan’s been really shoving the alcohol down our throats tonight so it feels like it’s been hours.” He finishes with a laugh, fingertips digging into your clothed waist. “Been thinkin’ about you though, y’kno?”

“O-oh, really?”

“Mmhmm. Y’kno that fourth thing on your list that you sent me… I was waiting for you to show up cause I think we can try it out if you’re interested. I’m not gonna lie, I was getting a ‘lil ahead of myself and thinkin’ about all the things I wanted to do to you if you’d let me. Wanna get started?” You blush, almost crushing the cup in your hand when you remember what the fourth item on your list was.

Exhibitionism.

“I, um, o--okay, yeah let’s---let’s do it.”

When Chan pushes you into the storage closet of Jeonghan’s apartment, you can’t help but be a little confused, almost tripping over a misplaced wrench before plastering yourself against the wall.

“No offense Chan, but a storage closet?” He turns the flashlight on from his phone, searching for a light inside of the tiny room only to not find one before turning the flashlight off. “Aww, baby wants to fuck on a bed?” His voice is teasing, a stupidly handsome smirk visible on his face once your eyes adjust to the dark.

“Normally yes?”

“Well, too bad. The only bed in this place is Jeonghan’s and I know he’d make my life hell if I fucked you on it. Anyway, I… I wanna take it a ‘lil slow with you so we’ll start off with some basic shit, okay?” You roll your eyes, although you can’t deny the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. “I don’t know how basic this’ll be but … okay.”

Chan places his hands on your waist, pulling you towards him so that you can feel his hardness already straining in his jeans. “I’m not gonna lie, I was a little shocked when you sent that list of yours… But if I’m being honest, a lot of it is stuff I wanted to try too, so I guess it works out for us, huh?” He grinds into you, a small moan on his lips when he slots a leg in between yours. “Did you think about me at all?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Good. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes… please.” You’re nervous and about to change your entire relationship with Chan but the excitement overpowers all of your other emotions when he leans in, his lips on yours for the first time ever. He tastes like vodka and citrus when he dips his tongue into your mouth; your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

His hips work against yours as the two of you grind against each other in the tiny space. Chan’s lips part from yours, trailing down your neck in soft movements. “Can I leave marks?” You nod your head furiously, moaning loudly at his lips sucking love bites onto your skin. “I’m surprised you asked. Don’t you want them to know what we’re doing in here?” Chan smirks against your skin, hands moving from your waist to the button on your jeans.

“Mmm, don’t we both?” Chan pops the button of your jeans, working the zipper down before he plays with the hem of your panties between his fingertips. “I want to make sure you want this before I start. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Chan.”

You don’t know how long has passed since Chan’s fingers spread your pussy open, the sound of your wetness bouncing off of the tiny room’s walls. “Ugh, Chan, p-please, another finger? I need more!” The music playing outside in the living room is loud and you hope somewhat that your voice is muffled when you cry out. Chan obliges, adding a third finger as you grind down onto his digits.

“Aww, baby, I’ve been doing all the work. Won’t you give me a ‘lil something too?”

You tug him in for another kiss, trailing a hand down his torso before you’re undoing his jeans, pushing his underwear down to wrap a hand around his cock. Precum leaks from the tip as Chan moans against your lips, thrusting his hips up into your closed hand as you squeeze your hand around him.

“Bet you wish it was my pussy instead, huh?” 

You bite his lower lip before pulling away, “Too bad you didn’t just fuck me on Jeonghan’s bed but oh well~” Chan growls, thrusting his fingers into you particularly hard before his thumb starts to circle your clit.

“Don’t get cocky with me now, babe. Being a brat was only 8th on your list and I don’t think you want me to get mean with you just yet.”You grip on his cock loosens as you feel your orgasm building, moans freely spilling from your lips.

“Hey do you hear that?”

A muffled voice on the other side of the closet door has you pausing for a second, pussy clenching around Chan’s fingers. He smirks in the darkness, rubbing quicker circles on your clit. “C’mon, baby, cum for me, let them hear how pretty you sound when I’m making you cum.”

“Fuck, what the hell are you two doing in my closet!?”

Chan laughs, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Cum, now.”  

All you can hear is the sound of your heart thrumming in your chest and Chan’s breathy moans as Jeonghan’s voice gets drowned out in the background when you cum. You’re sure nothing coherent is leaving your lips when Chan’s fingers continue to work you through it.

“Get the fuck out of my closet you nasty asses!”

“Ok but they sound good, ya’ll got an onlyfans or what?”

“Oof, is this why there was no second date?”

When Chan pulls his fingers out of your pussy is when you start to remember when you are, fingers still loosely wrapped around his cock when he licks his fingers clean. You run your hand up and down his shaft; hand coated in a sticky substance.

“Damn baby, even with the zero energy handjob I still came, guess you’re that powerful huh? Wonder what that pussy will do to me when we finally get to it.”

“Bitch, I will fucking kill you before you get to it, now get out of my closet!”

[peachiekoo]

One Beep || JJK

“I think it’s unfair that we can’t do anything about what our heart want.”

⇢ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ⇢ Genre: Angst; Fluff; Romance ⇢ Warning(s): Hints of divorce, slight flashbacks to dark past moments, denialism at certain points ⇢ Word Count: 2.04K ⇢ Posted: April 10, 2020 ⇢ A/n: Hey, so I made a fic based off of a show I’ve watched recently called “Love Alarm”. It has since became one of my favorite k-dramas! I’m extremely happy that this idea suddenly came to me. (I deadass don’t think I’ve ever been this hyped to write a fic) I hope you guys enjoy and also there might grammar mistakes which I sincerely apologize for!

Everything that happened was an accident actually.

Maybe everything would’ve been fine if you only went to class at least a good two minutes later. All of it could’ve been avoided if you weren’t trying to go run an errand for a friend. But then again, who knows?

It was a Monday morning at exactly 7:50 am when you got a text from one of your closest childhood friends, Chaeyoung.

[7:50 am] Chae🍊: bubs,, where r u??

[7:50 am] You: studying in the library

[7:52 am] You: why?

[8:01 am] Chae🍊: do you think you could drop off my paper to ms.eve? i left it in your bag

[8:01 am] You: rn?

[8:03 am] Chae🍊: I mean,,, I would appreciate if you did

[8:03 am] Chae🍊: <3

You sighed and rolled your eyes. Classic Chae move, you thought to yourself. You closed the book you had checked out beforehand as you neatly placed it in your bag before you looked for her paper.

Finally, finding the paper slightly wrinkled, you made your way to the exit. You decided to take the shorter way than the usual way since you wanted to quickly get back to studying again before heading towards your next class.

While walking, you were busying yourself with your phone. Looking at a few unread messages and scrolling on twitter before you heard a group of people discussing a new app. 

It wasn’t your intention to eavesdrop but something one of them mentioned was an app that could tell if someone had a crush on anyone in a 10-meter radius.

“Unbelievable,” you scoffed quietly.

You continued walking past them as you decided to search up about it when you were recommended an app, LoveBeep. You chuckled at it. Do people really believe this? From the app details it’s popular at the moment. Are people just that gullible.

You were so engrossed by the app that you didn’t even see the tall figure in front of you. “Sorry! I-” Your sentence stops in the tip of your tongue when you realize who it is. He reaches a hand out for you without even throwing a second glance at you.

It was Jeon Jungkook. You two were never once friends but you shared a few good past memories together as your mom used to babysit him every once in awhile growing up. Now he probably wants nothing to do with you.

You felt your heart race in anxiousness. You quickly grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up before dusting yourself off and heading towards the main reason you were on the floor anyways.

You suddenly stopped though. You turned on your heels before gently tapping him on the shoulders. He looked at you with an annoyed look shadowing over his face.

“I’m sorry.” you sputtered.

All you heard was an annoyed sigh before he faced all the way towards you. He glared down at you. You felt as if you were shrinking, both mentally and physically. You watch him softly chuckling before he turned his gaze back to you.

“I don’t want your dirty ass apology, Y/n. Your mom has already enough,” He spits. “Why are you apologizing for what your mom did? Did you have any part in it? You pity me don’t you.”

You took a few steps back unconsciously before he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. He placed his mouth over your ear. “The fact that you constantly try to fix your mom’s dirty deeds is annoying. She should be able to feel the pain that she’s given others.”

Your eyes water at that for yet, he wasn’t wrong. She did bad things, but that didn’t make her a bad person. You pushed the boy off of you with resentment in your gaze.

It was silent for a moment before your voice broke it. “You know nothing. Nothing at all. You think you got it all figured out don’t you,” you hissed. “Don’t you!” you raved.

You felt the burning tears sliding down your cheeks. “I’ve tried so hard to be generous to you. Do you think I wanted things to be like this? Do you think you’re the only going through things?” you declared. “Go to hell, Jeon!” you shouted before storming off.

Finally, dropping the papers off, you continued on with the rest of your day. Doing your very best to avoid the brown-haired boy at all costs.

It was a late night, you were bundled under your covers. You looked across the room to see a Chaeyoung peacefully asleep in her own bed. You sighed as you rolled into another position so you could finally go to sleep but it seemed nearly impossible no matter how hard you tried.

You looked over at your phone and you remembered that ridiculous app from earlier. You grabbed it from the nightstand before typing the name into the app store before downloading

Once it was finished downloading, you inspect med the app. The first thing to pop up was a loading screen that displayed tips about the app. Once it finished loading you were introduced to a welcome sign before it faded out into 3 rings with a zero in the middle of them.

It seemed fake. Like an app, a seven-year-old girl would download to try to find her imaginary prince charming. Nevertheless, it still intrigued you. You stayed up the rest of the night trying to find out more about before you crashed around 4 am.

A few months later, it finally starting to begin spring. The incident with Jeon is far in the back of year head as you sit on the bench and enjoy the warm air and the few blows of cool air surrounding you as you took a considerable bite out of your apple, listening to Chaeyoung as she rants about her latest “life problems”.

You feel content for the first time in a while. You feel in your gut it won’t last for long though. You inhale a deep breath to just take the moment in. You let your eyes flutter closed for a second, reassuring Chaeyoung that you’re still listening to her.

Suddenly you hear your phone beep. You look at the notification to see from LoveBeep, saying exactly, “Someone in a 10-meter radius loves you”. You were just about to put your phone back since it wasn’t like it was the first time it had beeped before but you had felt a certain urge to look up.

You looked up to see Jungkook walking past you with a friend. You were just about to ignore the occurrence when you realize, he was, in fact, within a 10-meter radius when your phone buzzed. You felt your cheeks tingling at that.

No, it wasn’t him. It can’t be him. You convinced yourself. You’re in a school, there are tons of other students within a 10-meter radius of you. He was also walking with a friend meaning it could’ve been him.

The incident could’ve been easily ignored if for the past few passing you had with him within the last month didn’t result in your phone beeping. Every. Single. Time.

You kept trying to ascertain that it was another reason for this but what really got you was when you were in art class early, drawing a few sketches to waste time. You had felt your phone vibrate as you got other notification from LoveBeep. You had heard the door open before you turned your attention over to where the sound was made.

It had fully hit you. Jungkook is the one beeping you.

You were currently waiting by the exit of the school since Chae was taking way more longer than expected oddly since it was normally you that was always late.

The majority of the students had already left school, only a few people walking around which you assumed was for the after school clubs. You decided on going into the school to go find her when you saw the boy down the hall.

“Jungkook, we need to talk,” you said as you walked up to him. You felt your phone vibrate again in your pocket before you let out a sigh.

“What?” he asked nonchalantly. He looked up at you like you were, in fact, wasting his time.

You tilted your head at him slightly look at him straight in his eyes. You just wanted to get it over with.

How can he act so damn rude yet still have feeling for you? Seems kinda fucked up.

“Listen, I don’t wanna be here just as much as you,” you smirked at him. “I know you like me, Jeon.” All you heard in reply was bluff of air coming through his sealed lips.

He rebuked, “What in the actual fuck are you talking about? You genuinely think I out of all fucking people would like you?”

Annoyed, you pulled out your phone and went directly Into the app.

“Then what is this?”

“An app.”

“What app jackass.”

“LoveBeep obviously.”

“Okay, and what does it say.”

“I’m not reading that you can do it yourself.”

You groaned in annoyance. “Are you just that fucking difficult?” You shot the phone right in his face. “You like me.” You disputed

“You’re gonna believe an app?” he yapped through tight lips. An obvious thick tension in the air had you fidgeting with your school skirt. The reality of it hit you.

This dickhead, the one who is steadily hateful towards you. The one who you once were close with. Yet, he is someone who had a full reason to hate. Not hurting any less though.

You hated him. But you loved him. Not in the cheesy ‘I’m in love with my enemy’ type of way. But the ‘You and me against the world’ type of way. A platonic love that was now one-sided from something which you strictly blame on yourself no matter how many times you tell yourself otherwise.

Your mood suddenly turning more sour at the realization, you mutter out a barely audible “Why?” before keeping your gaze with his eyes.

“You are so sick and twisted. I know she fucked up everything but you just let it out on me and then when I feel like I did it you have then you yell at me about why am I trying to fix shit that I didn’t do. It’s because of you!” you exploded.

Not stopping there, you step to up still maintaining the connected glare as you continue on. “Then you have the fucking audacity to like me? What the fuck is wrong with you.” You wept, your emotions finally overpowering you. You were so filled with anger but it was useless because there was nothing you could do about it. “It’s so unfair you can live your life like this while I’m just here.” you ended.

“Live my life like this? My parents aren’t even in the same fucking country because of her and you think your life is tough because I developed unwanted feelings for you?” He argued.

Anger flurrying through you, your arm flung at him involuntarily, slapping him in the process. “You don’t know everything!” you screeched tear stains down your cheeks before storming off.

As you were walking off, you heard him yell out to you causing you to stop. “I think it’s unfair that we can’t do anything about what our heart wants,” You heard him let out an emotionless chuckle. “If we could do you think I would like someone as low as you?” he deadpanned before listening to his footsteps walk off.

“Fuck you, Jungkook.” you gritted out before continuing on. Deciding on going home, you decided to text Chaeyoung ahead of time.

[4:51 pm] You: im gonna walk home early

[4:51 pm] Chae🍊: ? did something happen :(

[4:55 pm] Chae🍊: y/n???

[4:56 pm] You: can we talk about it later please

[4;56 pm] Chae🍊: ofc bubs

[4;57 pm] Chae🍊: do you want me to order your favorite takeout when i get home?

[4:57 pm] You: yes pls

And that was the last time you had any interaction with Jungkook.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this series!

[hitsuackerman]

Soom Meetings (Hawks x Reader) nsfw

Prompt: Its quarantine time. You were preparing for a video conference with a few other heroes. Hawks, being the cheeky bird that he is, has other plans for both of you

Warnings:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), cursing

a/n: this entered my mind since we have to do online meetings w/c are a pain in the ass huhuhu i just thought, what would Hawks do if he were added into the mix? Enjoy my self indulgence xD

Masterlist to my other fics :) here

Taking a sip of your coffee, you couldn’t help but stare blindly into space. It was quite early, at least for you. On a normal day, you would wake up at 10am. Gotta get that full 5 hour sleep heroes dream of. Today would mark the 80th day of quarantine and things were not going well.

The bitter goodness your coffee had to offer now began to circulate your system. The stinging sensation your eyes felt with each blink slowly went away. Yawning somewhat made things a little more tolerable. Staring at the view of your glass windows, you savored the clear blue skies and silence your unit had to offer.

At least for now.

With the steaming cup of coffee in your hand, you tiptoed to your room. A ghost of a smile on your face.

Slowly opening the door, you creeped closer to your bed. Careful not to step on any of the feathers scattered on the floor. Eyes darting to the messed up sheets, crimson wings spread out flat as his back rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His arm hanging limply on the edge of the bed.

Gently, you lifted one of his larger feathers and made space for you to sit down. His hair as messy as always. The tufts of hair splayed all over the pillow. Not a sign of stress on his sleeping face. Unconsciously, your finger began to trace his jaw.

His wings began to crest and his feathers began to fluff up. His hanging hand now blindly searched for you. When he felt the soft skin your thigh had to offer, you quickly placed the cup on the bedside table and waited for him to make his move.

A small squeak left your mouth when he easily maneuvered you back into bed. Bare arms snaking your waist as his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Legs beginning to tangle with each other. One wing now protectively resting above you. There was no doubt in your mind. You adored mornings like this.

“Well, good morning to you.” You ran your fingers through his hair. The feeling of him tightening his hold on you felt lovely.

“I have to admit,” His voice was still raspy. Deep. “This quarantine makes me thankful. I get to spend more time with my favorite hero.”

“Oh… I’m your favorite hero?”

“Fishing for comments?”

“Perhaps.” You giggled. “You are ranked higher than me, though.”

“That doesn’t matter, Lovebird.” He chirped. “You're a rank below me yet you're underground. That’s literally an impossible feat.”

“I honestly don’t know how that happened.” Drawing circles on his back, he let out a satisfied hum. His eyelashes tickled your skin. Hawks was fully awake now.

“Well, we don’t have any patrols scheduled for today.” He shifted his position. Placing himself between your legs you willingly opened. His hands slowly grabbed your wrist and pinned them just above your head. Bringing himself closer to you, he began to trace the tip of his nose on your neck. “How about we continue where we left off last night, eh?”

The sudden grinding of his hip along your accumulating heat was enough to make you wrap your legs around his waist. Tilting your head, Hawks growled a tiny bit before sucking on your tender skin. As he sucked on your skin, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

His morning wood rather evident. He pushed himself on your clothed entrance. Lazy morning sex was something you would want. Hell. Just feeling Hawks inside you was something you would definitely want. BUT, you couldn’t.

“As much as I’d like you to fuck me lazily in the morning,” You managed to free your hand and pushed him away. Your foot resting on his chest, keeping his lust filled eyes at bay. He was pouting and this only made things worse. “I have a meeting in 20 minutes.”

Holding your ankles, he placed your leg on his shoulder and went back to his previous position. His chest now touching yours. His trademark smirk resting on his lip.

“I’m sure you can just turn your video off, baby~” He nibbled on your lower lip and grinded his hips once more. “Or we can just give them a show.”

Hawks felt a tugging sensation on his chest. He knew you were using your quirk on him. The next thing he knew, he was floating away from the bed. Your fingertips emitting a mahogany glow. Placing him on the chair, you sat on your knees and smiled. Acting all innocent. 

“We can do that later.” You stood up and went to the closet. Feeling his eyes following your every movement. You took out your hero costume’s leather jacket and white shirt dress. Used to his stare, you changed in front of him.

“You’ll regret teasing me, chickadee.” He threatened. He stood up and walked towards you. Buttoning your shirt when he was inches away from you. His hot breath brushing your face. When he finished, his hands began to wander your curves as you put on your jacket. “Better watch out, Number 3.”

This man would be the death of you. The way he smoothly held on to your chin while giving you a deep kiss was enough to make you weak. Screw the meeting, that’s what you thought, but this was an ‘important’ one based on the email.

“I’ll be in my office, Number 2.” You booped his nose and went your way. He did, however, smack your bare ass when you turned around. For a second, you played with the thought of grabbing a pair of his boxers but, nah. It would be a lie if you weren’t curious what his antics would be later.

Opening the doors (and leaving them ajar), you immediately went to your PC and prepared everything. When your wallpaper finally appeared, you blushed at the sight. It was one of your first photos with Hawks. Taken approximately 4 years ago.

Opening the Soom app, you let out a silent groan. Everyone was now online and currently waiting for the host to start the meeting. There were 8 green dots. A bunch of heroes that you were in charge of. Edgeshot being one of them.

The meeting was a simple one. A briefing for an upcoming mission to come in 3 months. As to why they chose this online platform still baffles your mind. Your eyes darted to the door when a stray feather began to float it and wander around your office. Right when you were about to call for Hawks, the call for the meeting began.

Straightening yourself, you put on your game face and observed each of the participants. The feeling of weight being slowly added onto your shoulders crept in. Somehow, you had managed to let the spotlight land on you. Because of that, you were given more missions despite not being tied to any agencies.

Teamwork was never your forte. But safety was. You always managed to coax yourself into being a team player by making sure each of them were far from harm.

As the minutes dragged by, the familiar pop of yellow peeked inside your office. Raising a brow, he took that as an invitation and led himself in. A plate of chicken nuggets on his hand. Looking at his wings, you saw how there were barely any feathers. Just the small soft ones.

Your eyes widened when he was just about to walk into your camera’s view. 

“Is something wrong, (hero name)?” Fatgum asked. His voice cutting the meeting. All eyes were on your video now. The corner of your eye twitched when Hawks moved your notebooks aside and sat down. One knee resting on top of the other.

“Nothing.” You faked a smile and your professional tone back. People were still clueless that you and Hawks were dating. The two of you had to thank you being an underground hero for that. “Please proceed.”

The meeting continued and this time you made sure you were on mute before opening your mouth.

“Whatever it is… do NOT.” You scolded him. Eyes not wavering from the call. But, your arm was extended just enough for you to pinch his thigh. The little wince of pain was enough to make you content. 

“Shouldn’t have done that, love nugget.” He took the wandering feather and made it hover around his finger. Instructing the small feather to creep behind your back, the small red thing did its job.

Your breath hitched when the feather brushed your exposed nape. Your body shivered as the feather did small back and forth movements. Yet, in the video, the feather was small enough to be deemed as non-existent. Clenching your fists, you tried not to be bothered by the sensually soft touches Hawks gave indirectly. 

Hawks was now walking away from you. The feather still doing its job. Your eyes were focused but he knew your peripheral vision was on him. Perfect, he thought. Now he was situated across from you. The same playful smirk on his lip. Lifting his hand, he motioned that he would keep his mouth shut.

You knew too well he was playful, cocky, and a tease. So when he began to take his shirt off, your eyes darted to his little strip show. It was not helping one bit that he was flexing his toned muscles. Your throat was definitely dry.

“So what are your thoughts about the plan, (hero name)?” Edgeshot asked. There was no response and all they could see was you and your eyes focusing somewhere else. “(hero name)?”

“YES!” You snapped back. Clearing your throat. “I think the plan looks alright. The division among heroes is compatible. But I am con-”

You jumped from your seat a tiny bit. Your hands held on to the edge of your desk. The feeling of his hands running up and down your thigh was making your core heat up. Having caught you off guard, Hawks managed to pry open your legs. His golden eyes clearly teasing you from under the table.

“I’m, uh, concerned about the entry?” Your hand now held on to his messy hair. Hoping that he wouldn’t go any further than that. The regret of not getting his boxers now flooded your system. Only being in your panties made things much easier for him. You were now biting your tongue and tried to even your breathing.

Hawks was now kissing your inner thighs. Poking his tongue out, he trailed it all the way to the hem of your panties. His teeth tugging the hem and releasing it with a snap. Seeing your jaw tighten and your chest heaving, it only encouraged him.

His finger now began to slide up and down on your panties. A wet spot indicating that you were turned on with his advancement. Spreading your legs further apart, another feather came swooping in and landed straight into his hand. Using the tip, he began to brush it on your skin. The grip you had on his head shattered. 

Using the feather, he sliced the corners of your panties. Looking down at him, you gave him a small pout. One not noticeable to those on the video. You liked those panties and now he just had to slice em. It was still hot though, no denying that. 

“Holy shit~ Keigo~” Thank quirks your mic was on mute. Feeling his tongue lick your entrance made you push your back to the chair. Blinking away the urge to end the meeting and have him take you on your office table. Which, come to think of it, has never happened. 

It was pretty evident that your cheeks were now pink and your eyes hazy. When he sucked on your swelling clit, you fisted some of his hair. Only pushing him and telling him to continue.

“Now that we’ve got that cleared. (hero name). We suggest that you hold another meeting to run through the details.” The chairperson said.

“Fuck, yeah.” It was more breathy than you intended. You mentally slapped yourself.

Both Hawks and your eyes widened. This was getting too interesting for the winged hero. Wanting to push it more, he inserted his middle finger and began to pump slowly. His teeth began nibbling on your lower lips and clit alternatively.

“What I meant to say was, yeah.” Your face was a blushing mess but stoic in their eyes. “Forgive the language. I was rather excited and pumped up.”

“Pumped…” Hawks whispered with a small chuckle. Sucking on your clit one more time, he inserted two fingers. His pace a little faster. Using his free hand, he trailed under your shirt and squeezed on your breast, tugging your hardened nipple.

Releasing the grip your right hand had on his head, you slammed the mute button once more.

“Fuck!”  You covered your mouth and hoped they saw it as a cough. “Holyshitholyshitholyshit!”

Your back was now glued to the back of the chair. Lowering your body a bit, you gave him easier access and he happily licked and sucked your engorged clit some more. Knowing the mute button was doing its magic, he too let out a moan. He was starting to become frustrated. The throbbing sensation in his caged cock was getting out of control.

“When will that meeting be over, baby?” He asked. His fingers doing the work for him as he palmed his cock. His eyes blew up with lust. 

“Shh…” You reassured him. Meeting his gaze, you gave a soft smile. “It’s almost over.”

With hints of frustration, he fully exited his fingers away from your wet pussy. Licking the juices off his fingers, he crawled out from under your desk. All he wanted to do now was to show himself in the video and put an end to his suffering. Taking his boxers off, he stuck his tongue out and tossed it over your head.

No one noticed it except for one.

Your chat box pinged and you opened it.

MT. LADY: GIRL! WTF WERE THOSE BOXERS?!

(h/n): Are you seeing things, Yu? :p

MY. LADY: Dont think I didnt see yer face. Im not as blind as the others.  Who? Do i know him? You dating someone? How did i not see this coming?!

(h/n): Hmm… ;)

That’s all you replied and you closed the chat. Your eyes traveled to Hawks, who was now hovering behind your monitor. Palming his throbbing member. Winking at your flustered face. 

“C’mon baby bird…” He mouthed. He wiped a fake tear away from his eye.

Finally, the chairperson spoke and wrapped things up. When he finally dismissed the meeting you practically left the room without saying farewell. Pushing your chair back, you opened your arms and immediately felt his warm body against yours.

Both your lips crashed into each other. It was the perfect definition of a hot, steamy, and messy make out session. Lifting you up, he placed you on your desk. Your hands pushing any obstacles that lay in your path. Quickly taking your jacket off, you tilted your head as Hawks began to leave a trail of kisses and hickeys.

Impatience won and the winged hero practically ripped apart your shirt. Pushing both your bodies, you felt the cold surface touch your back.

A loud moan escaped your mouth as he began to suck and nibble on your hardened bud. His other hand entering your wet hole. 2 fingers in while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“I want you now, Keigo…” You whimpered as he began moving downwards. Leaving behind sloppy kisses till he reached your abdomen. Taking his fingers out, he used the juice and began spreading it on his cock.

Teasing you with the tip, he brushed it against your clit. Your legs instinctevely wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. Before he would put himself in you, he glanced at the door and red blurs came swarming in. Attaching them to the base of his wings. Once all of them were in place, he stretched them to their full span. He knew you were always turned on when his plumage was full while he made love to you.

Resting his elbow beside your head, he gave you a deep kiss. His tongue asking for entrance as he slowly slid himself in. Your back arched with pleasure as he nibbled on your lower lip. Your wet hungry pussy feeling full from his shaft.

Roaming hands found their way to the base of his wings. Giving them a bit of massage before digging your nails into his skin. He let out a growl mid-kiss. Thrusting harder, he earned a loud moan from you. The kind of moan that immediately pushed him to the edges.

His hands found their way to your hips. His grip firm, keeping you in place as he began thrusting into you faster and deeper. The carnal look in his golden eyes slowly ate the coil in your stomach away.

Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. The hickeys now fully visible. The only sound inside your office were the sounds of skin slapping against each other, moans, pants, and loud cursing from sheer pleasure.

“Kei…” You were close and you were not sure how long you could last. “Fuck~ Harder, baby~”

Placing the bend of your knee on his shoulders, he leaned closer towards you and kissed you once more. His thrust much more deeper and he felt his cock twitching. His sinful mouth found its way to your earlobe. Tugging it ever so slightly and nibbling on it.

“Cum for me, Pro-Hero #3.” He whispered. “Show me just how much I can break your walls.”

The last thrust he gave you snapped. You nails dug into his skin while your legs pushed him in even deeper. A wave of heat began to flood your body. Each thrust Hawks did as he rode out your orgasm made your body shudder. Not soon after, Hawks grunted and bit down your neck as he let his twitching cock release inside you. Feeling your pussy milking his cum was overwhelmingly delicious.

Collapsing on top of you, he chuckled.

“You need to have more online conferences, nugget.” He lifted his head and peppered your face with light, feathery kisses. The afterglow evident on your blushing smiling face. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Keigo.” Your leg began brushing his. “Shall we prepare lunch?”

The two of you shared a giggle as his feathers flew out of the room to get some towels and clothes. In your mind, you were already plotting your revenge. Two could definitely play this game.

[2018shawn]

1+1 | descent | part 3

warnings: ok so, there is smut but I have begun and ended it with a ***** so you can skip if u want bc they be loving each other during this pregnancy liFE. there is mentions of blood (towards the end), drinking, swearing etc 

a/n: omg I love you all so much sorry for taking so long here are some of the requests I used to keep me going with a lil breakdown:

maybe for 1+1 there r complications with the pregnancy (nothing life threatening just a little harder or something) and shawn is super cute and protective - a little teaser, more in next chap x

Shawn would be a worrying mess throughout your pregnancy for sure🥺😂 - again, will be more in next chapter

Y/n being horny whilst being pregnant - big mood

Could you write something about Shawn and y/n going to her parent's for dinner and her mum picks on her the entire time, maybe Shawn comforts her or confronts her? - so i kinda adjusted it a bit bc I just couldn't imagine it like full on if that makes any sense but anyways ye

Shawn making sure she takes her prenatal pills and is on time for all appointments. - he would 10/10 do this I bet ur ass

Just all the fluff about pregnancy that you possible can write. I LOVE YOUR WORK💗🥰 - you are the cutest lil ANGEL I love YOU 🥺

word count: 6.5k 

previous parts: here

You never thought you’d be one of those pregnant women who obsessed over their weight and constantly observed for signs of a growing bump; but you never thought you’d get pregnant and here you are, stood in front of your mirror, almost 1/3 of the way into your pregnancy already - 10 weeks, to be exact. You were only 5 weeks pregnant when you’d visited your doctor that one day, adamant that you were going to receive bad news, only to receive the complete opposite.

As your mind wandered back to that day, 5 weeks ago, the palm of your hand caressed the bare skin of your stomach, admiring how much your body was already changing. You’d left the doctors office in a complete state of shock, insisting Dr. Blake check the test results at least 5 times before you finally nodded and accepted that you were pregnant. Shawn hadn’t stopped talking the whole day after that and found concern in you being just as quiet as what you would been if the worst had come out of that meeting. Of course it was just the shock, that your body, despite everything you’d been told, had been able to pull through and create a miracle. The fuzzy feeling of 2 day old stubble resting on your shoulder and curls tickling the side of your neck brought you back to current day, eyes wandering up from your stomach to meet the eyes of Shawn’s. His arms wrapped around your hips, covering your own as he allowed his fingers to entwine with yours. “Whatcha’ thinking ‘bout?” He asked before turning his head to place a delicate kiss in the crook of your neck.

You shivered and smiled at the ticklish sensation, a small giggle leaving your lips. “That you really need to shave your poor excuse of a beard.” His mouth opened wide, offended of the insult towards his manliness as you continued to declare your real thoughts. “Just... this. Us. I guess.” Your head fell and rested against his as he nodded, moving both of your hands to your lower stomach, where baby would soon be continuously blooming.

“You know, baby M sure has put a little glow on your skin and a wider smile on your face.” His chin was heavy on your shoulder as he spoke, but you didn’t mind, considering in a few months you’d have a baby gnawing away at your shoulder. And being sick down it. And dribbling down it. And... why do you have babies, again?

“Baby M?” You asked, eyebrows raised in admiration of the sudden new nickname who was previously known as bub.

Shawn shrugged, finally giving you some room and detaching from your frame so you could continue to go about your normal morning routine. You did so by picking up your hairbrush from the cabinet next to you, dragging in through your untamed bed head. “Yeah, i mean, bub was cute and all... but... you’re my original bub, really. And I guess the M can stand for Mendes. Or miracle. Or both?” He questioned, more than confirmed, leaving you smiling at his pointless babbles and theories. Shawn swiftly moved on to tell you he’d checked the parenting app this morning, and Baby M is now the size of a lime. He also told you that he read an article that told you eating peanuts and dairy could make the baby allergic to them in the future, but with further research he soon developed it was nothing but a mere myth. Most of all, whilst you were getting ready, Shawn told you how lucky he feels to have you and how much he loves you.

You turned to the side one final time before you left the mirror, hands coming back to the small bump across your stomach. Shawn walked back into the room, toothbrush hanging from his mouth and towel hung from his hips, rolling his eyes as you studied yourself yet again. “Bub, stop it.” He somewhat spoke, through minty bubbles and white paste.

“Am I...” You started, alternating between pinching the skin and caressing it with the palm of your hand. “Am I getting fat?”

Shawn almost spat his mouth care out, the brushing of his teeth coming to a stop as he stared at you, astonished by your brief question. “You’re not fat...” He held his finger up as he darted back into the en suite where you heard the running of water and him finishing his process. The water shut off and you could hear him grab the towel from the rail, presumably to wipe his face, considering he had white suds dripping down his chin. “...You’re pregnant”

He reappeared in the room, walking over and snaking his arms round your waist. “So i’m fat then?” You laughed, giving up your touch on your stomach to reach up and rest your arms atop his shoulders.

All he could do was chuckle, never having heard anything so absurd. You’d never be fat, but you’d always be beautiful. “You’re a baby maker, he gotta grow somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, tip toeing upwards and pressing your lips to his to be greeted with the fresh mint taste you anticipated. “She.”

Humming into your touch in return, his fingers danced through your freshly brushed hair as he was pulled into your body, “your mom...” you started, giggling as he pulled away and shot you a confused glance.

“Why are you thinking of my mom while i’m tryna make out with you?”

“I’m thinking of your dad too.” You smirked, only trying to wind him up further.

“Ok, weird, stop...” He shuddered, screwing his face up in further confusion and disapproval. He searched your face for an answer, but you merely shrugged and walked away, pulling out your favourite shirt from the wardrobe and bringing it over your arms, you let it fall over your body.

Two overnight bags lay on the bed, only a few items thrown into them so far for your weekend trip to Shawn’s family home. “Do you wanna tell them tonight?” You asked, picking a couple more shirts from the wardrobes and finally some pants that would match.

He watched as you folded them delicately into your bag, “do you? I mean, it’s your body, it’s your choice.” It was killing Shawn alive to keep this from his parents, and more so Aaliyah, but with all the bad luck you’d had, you were sceptical of jinxing the situation. You thought it was most probably a myth, that telling people you were pregnant before the end of a certain trimester could cause bad luck, but it was a risk you wasn’t willing to take.

“It’s our choice,” you confirmed, walking back over to the wardrobe and pulling out a couple of t-shirts for Shawn and holding them up for his approval. With a nod, you threw them in his direction, and he attempted to fold them into his bag, not half as neatly as you had done. “I just know it’s killing you. And besides it’s nearly the end of my first trimester and it is your mom’s birthday...”

You held up a shirt, one you absolutely loved seeing Shawn in, but he screwed up his face and shook his head, so you put it back on the rail. “No pressure, we tell them when you’re ready.” You walked over with another shirt you’d picked for him, shaking your head at Shawn’s third attempt of folding his clothing. You remembered how after your third date, he brought you to his place for a drink and you saw how chaotically organised his suitcase was packed for going on tour. With a bottle of wine and some packing tips later, you both ended up falling asleep in his spare bedroom, organised piles of clothes all around you.

The more the hours in the day went by, the more you chewed your inner cheek in anxiousness. Driving to Shawns parent’s house felt like a lifetime but he silently tried to comfort you by holding your thigh as he drove. You didn’t know if you were going to tell them, you didn’t even know if you wanted to and you sighed at yourself again for letting it play over and over in your mind. “Bub?” Shawn squeezed your thigh and pulled you from your daydream, looking over at you as you came up to a red light.

“Mmhmm?” You didn’t know if Shawn could read your mind, as you thought about all the nice ways you’d seen over the internet of how people tell their parents they’re going to be nana and grandads. Here you were, thinking of ways to not tell them.

“Stop worrying about it, if we tell them, we tell them. If we don’t, we don’t.” You nodded, although you both knew it wouldn’t be the end of your concerns.

A few red lights later and a slow drive down the quiet lane, you’d reached the Mendes family house, heart warming as Aaliyah flung the door open and immediately ran to the car. Shawn had the best relationship with his sister and it gave you no doubt in your mind that he was going to be the best dad in the world. It was getting late, the traffic taking a toll on your arrival time and the party was already in full swing. Karen appeared in the door, two glasses of wine in hand and a beaming smile on her features. “Hello, my beautiful family,” she theatrically exclaimed, pulling you in for a huge hug as you both reached the doorway with Shawn holding both of your overnight bags and almost knocking the wine from her hands.

“Mom are you drunk already?” Shawn laughed, eyeing the 2 glasses of wine tight in her grip and watching how she stumbled down one of the steps and pushed her cheek outwards, inviting a kiss from Shawn.

“What? No! I’ve only had 1 glass..” She nodded, handing you one of the glasses and you politely smiled, thanking her. She whispered to you as Shawn walked into the house and he disappeared out of view, instantly getting lost in the music and big crowd of people. “I’ve had 3...” she giggled, pulling you inside as the two of you began to engage in conversation.

The party in full swing, Shawn had drunk your - 2 glasses of - wine when no one was looking with Karen handing you another glass which you’d had in your hand for at least 45 minutes when she walked over to bring you another. “Oh?” She questioned, looking at your still full glass as you stood with Shawn and his old family friends. “You love wine, why aren’t you drinking!”

You smiled and eyed Shawn, who instantly shot to your defence. “Mom, she’s not an alcoholic,” he said, and you all laughed it off, but as Karen stood with you and insisted you drank some of it with her, your heart beat out your chest and feet shuffled uncomfortably beneath you. “Mom... she doesn’t want to drink the wine.” Shawn said, pulling it out of your hand and putting it onto the side.

“Don’t speak for her, we’ve seen a fair few wine-drunk y/n’s in her time!” If that’s how she saw you, she most definitely wouldn’t think you’re fit to be a parent. She knew you and Shawn were trying, sure, but the more you thought about it, the more you’d actually never heard her say anything positive about it. Maybe catching Shawn arguing with her on the phone six or so months ago was about this. About you. About your inability to succeed in adult life.

Before anyone could blink, tense atmosphere filling the air between the small crowd as the rest of the unaware house guests continued to party, you darted up the stairs, rushing to the bathroom. Curled over the toilet and stomach tensing tightly, you were yet again reminded that morning sickness was not just for the mornings. Shawn was quick behind you, stroking your back like he always did and offering you a bottle of water he’d managed to grab en route to your side.

Once you felt it was out of your system, you leaned back, your bum sitting against the backs of your ankles as you shakily took the water from Shawn. “I’m sorry about my mom.”

“It’s okay,” you stopped to take another sip, the cold water relieving your dry mouth and the horrible taste that covered it, “I just don’t want her to see me as that person. It makes me feel like she thinks i’m going to be a bad mom...”

“You’re going to be a mom?!” A voice much higher than Shawn’s interrupted, both yours and Shawn’s head flying round to the door where Aaliyah could be seen in the crack.

“‘Liyah, what the fuck!” Shawn screamed, his younger sister repeatedly apologising, only insisting she came to see if you were okay.

Karen appeared in the doorway and once pushed further open, so did Manny, which only made you feel like a pathetic fool as the Mendes clan bickered around you. Shawn was shouting at Aaliyah for having no personal boundaries, whilst Aaliyah screamed back at him for leaving the door open in the first place, whilst Manny shouted at them both for shouting at each other, all whilst Karen ignored the trio and came down to your level, wiping the run mascara that surrounded your eyes. It was a scene from a comedy movie, two young adults fighting ridiculously, the father rolling his eyes at them both and unable to control their anger, and the mother identifying the source of the problem, which just so happened to be you. “Honey, i’m sorry if i upset you, so so sorry.”

“Karen, it’s okay, it’s not you.” You smiled, somewhat meaning it. It was you, really, your hormones were wild and emotions all over the place and boy, didn’t you know about it recently.

“It is, Manny always jokes i’m a cow when i’ve had some wine.”

Shawn stretched his hand out, offering it for you to take so he could help you up from the floor. Once you were straightened up, he repeated the offering to his mother, laughing at her as she stumbled due to the wine still flowing through her body. “Can we just all go back to normal?” Manny suggested, and Karen nodded having no idea what the meeting was about in the first place.

“Normal?! I can’t go back to normal when I just heard that y/n and Shawn are gonna be...” Shawn shot her a look, threatening his younger sibling without words but for once, you didn’t care that she was rambling, that she was going to spill, because that would take the weight off you.

Bickering yet again, the parents tried to speak over their supposedly grown up and adult children, “can someone please just tell us what is going on?!”

You sighed, knowing there was only one way out of this bathroom that would involve everyone making friends and getting along as normal. So when Aaliyah and Shawn simply returned to debating who was the right and wrong sibling, you cleared your throat and exclaimed with laughter, “oh my god!”

“I know! I don’t know how you live with this dumbass, and put with him and-”

Shaking you head and interrupting Aaliyah, who continued to torture her brother, you exclaimed to everyone in the room, all of them turning to face you at the most wonderful confession, “i’m pregnant!”

Another two weeks had flown by, the news of your pregnancy spreading far and wide and unintentionally - you broke instagram. Well, not specifically you, nor Shawn, but all the fans that were greeted with the news on the Saturday evening. The same saturday evening you were sat in Connor’s dining room, enjoying your elderflower presse whilst everyone else devoured the beer and wine. Shawn sipped his like he was 15 and was about to get busted by his mom and dad, despite you telling him to enjoy and drink enough for the both of you.

Mila had decided, that now she was turning 25 she should ditch the clubbing scene and opt for a sophisticated dinner party with her closest and dearest. Sophisticated it was not, jokes and tales getting spilt around the table like a bunch of teenagers playing never have I ever. “Man, that holiday, I swear Shawn and y/n did it, like, six times in one day!” Brain laughed, washing his claim down with another gulp of beer. You laughed and Shawn shouted, defending the two of you with everything he had left in him.

“Making a baby is harder than it seems in the movies!” He confessed, pushing his own beer away from him, not really interested in any form of alcoholic beverage, but more so in staying sensible for you.

Your hand fell under the table, reaching across just slightly to rest on his thigh. His body instantly stilled, bottom lip taken captive in between his teeth at your simple touch. Shawn was a sucker for secret public displays of affection, and of course, you knew that. More than ever, 12 weeks into your pregnancy and coming up the end of your first trimester, all you wanted to do was... well... Shawn.

The theory of your sex drive either noticeably increasing or decreasing during pregnancy was one of the many things you’d read in books and articles but was yet to experience it yourself. Up until this past week, where it severely peaked. Shawn had woken up twice with your body straddling his and lips peppering kisses down his body, until they reached a certain morning perkiness. He had payed you back just once, making himself late for a meeting to which of course he had absolutely no regrets.

The two of you were already significantly late to tonight’s party, hair slightly dishevelled and Shawn’s shirt more creased than first intended. You’d practically pinned him down with no other option than to satisfy your needs. He played on the fact you both shouldn’t have been late, but he was more than happy to skip the starter and have you instead.

He cleared his throat awkwardly as your hand cupped him through the material of his pants and you smirked as you felt it harden immediately. Leaning over and brushing against your ear as everyone else carried on their conversations, he whispered. “We’ll get going soon.” His arm fell to rest on the back of your chair, wrapping around your body as you moved into him, both of your chairs unable to be any closer. Brian commented on how sick it made him feel that two people could be so in love, but Mila shouted in your defence, telling him it was sweet.

Whilst continuous stories jumped from person to person, your hand remained in Shawn’s lap, brushing over her sensitive and needy covered cock every so often which only made him shift in his seat. “Meet me upstairs.” You whispered, standing up from your chair and placing your napkin on the table. Putting on your best queezy smile and letting your hand fall to your stomach, you spoke to the group. “Excuse me, guys, I’m just gonna have minute.”

No further questions were asked as you headed out of the room, making sure to smirk at Shawn one final time before you left completely. He gave it a couple of minutes, and he was about to excuse himself, when Mila asked if him if she should go check on you. “No, sit down birthday girl, I’ve got this. I’ve seen enough pregnancy sickness to last me a lifetime.” He joked as he scrapped his chair from under the table, hoping the hardness in his pants had died down in fear of giving away their secret bathroom date.

At the top of the stairs, in the room to the right, you touched up your lipstick and pushed your make up brush into your skin with a dabbing motion to blot away any oils. The door creaked open and you smiled as your curly haired boy appeared, grinning back as he shut the door behind him, of course making sure to switch the lock. “What’s gotten into you?” He raised his eyebrows as he walked over to you, hands finding your waist as you stared at you both in the mirror. Even when you’re in heels, he was notably taller than you, but he appreciated how he didn’t have to bend down as far to leave soft kisses on your skin. Your slinky dress was a thin material, spaghetti straps only just covering a tiny fraction of your shoulders and ending just above your knees further down your body.

There was nothing bad that Shawn thought about the sudden spike in your sex drive, he was still the 20 something year old guy who fancied the fuck out of his wife and he’d be crazy to turn her away and deny her of her pregnancy needs, right?

“Hopefully you.” You purred, trying to sound seductive but following it up with a laugh that most definitely made it more comical. Shawn never laughed though, as he dotted his lips across your shoulder and into the crook of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair in his hand and moving it out his loving path. *****A groan left your mouth and said hand came up to cover it, making you bite your lip to muffle your approving sounds. His ivory shirt was tight against his arms as he reached up and covered your lips with his large fingers and you adored how he flexed underneath it with each movement. You wriggled your ass playfully, nudging it backwards pushing your palms against the counter surface to steady yourself. His lips never left your skin as his hips pushed into you, covered areas causing a sexual friction that filled the room. If he wasn’t hard before, he most definitely was now.

One hand loosened on your mouth, allowing you to breathe heavily as you tried your best to stifle your moans. The other worked down your body, smoothing down the soft material of your dress until he reached the bottom hem. He made sure to connect his hands with your skin, pulling the dress up with his movement as he palmed back up your leg, stopping when he reached the curve of your ass that was barely covered by the most pathetic set of underwear he’d ever laid eyes on.

You let a moan slip as he grabbed a handful of you firmly, making you smirk beneath your bitten bottom lip. “Shh.” he hummed into your neck, eyes coming up only slightly to watch you in the mirror, admiring how your head was thrown back against him and neck begging to be taken by his hand.

Nodding clumsily, he continued to hike up your dress, letting it gather at your hips and he finally detached from your skin. He leant back, making sure he was still pushed against you and trapping your body in between his and the counter. You were bent slightly forward, back softly arched and hips writhing in an attempt to feel something against your aching core. He didn’t bother to stop you, only quickly reaching down to fiddle with the buckle of his belt and buttons, allowing his pants to fall down his legs. He left his boxers, for now, and returned to palming the skin of your derrière with eagerness. Squatting down, he came face to face with the asset he’d been focusing his hands on, slapping the inside of your thighs as instruction to widen them. Happily obliging, your heels clicked against the floor as you did so, hands no longer resting on the countertop but more so gripping it as you felt his breathe edge closer to your centre.

Your underwear, or lack of, was tugged down your legs and he helped you to lift each ankle as he pulled it over your heels, supporting your body and holding your weight. He scrunched them up and found the pocket of his pants, shoving them in as a personal souvenir. Just as you were about to moan at him for taking his time, his two middle fingers traced down your folds, a squeal echoing through your closed mouth as you tried to contain yourself. He stroked delicately, nudging your clit every other time until he was happy he’d spread your pre juices enough. And when he was happy, his fingers slid into you effortlessly, grabbing himself as they disappeared into you. He couldn’t bare the ache in his fully hardened length, wanting so desperately to skip the pleasantries and slip straight into taking you from behind. Sitting down, instead of awkwardly squatting beneath you, he also switched direction, so he snaked beneath your legs and his back rested against the counter you was facing. His hands reached around the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face without warning. Your desperate core brushed against his lips, hands tightening around the sink with white knuckles at the intimate contact.

It took everything in your to not scream out in pleasure. No amount of intimacy in your own home compared to sneaking away from a party and doing the dirty, much like you used to do in the past and you were forever grateful the spark had never died. You were thankful for his strong grip on the back of your thighs, legs shaking as his tongue caressed your folds from underneath you. He wanted to be beneath you forever, to have you squirming and panting just as you were in this moment. He’d never intended for it to be this... full on, when he came to find you in the bathroom. He thought it would maybe a quickie, a little tease, but something innocent and playful had turned into a lustful dream.

You braved your sudden move, removing one hand from the support of the sink and moved it down, grabbing a fistful of brown curls. The action was warmly welcomed, his tongue slipping deep into you almost causing your legs to buckle completely. The way Shawn made you feel, this far into your relationship was a feeling that could never be taken away; the way he loved you like it was the first and last time all rolled into one.

“God, I, I need you to...” you breathed, pausing and inhaling sharply when he tongue flicked over your nub, circling before he moved back to your swollen folds and your entrance “...get back up here.”

Before you could open your eyes well enough to stop seeing stars, he was back behind you, eyes full of lust and need. Your dress was still hunched around your hips, bottom half of your body bare to the air, although, not for long as shawn stepped forward and muffled his hardened area into the curve of your ass, the more prominent hardness pushing inbetween you. You moaned as the feeling of his briefs confirmed he was stilling donning his boxer shorts, desperate for the feel of skin on skin. He smirked as he pulled away, his boxers decorated with wetness that had gathered in between your legs. He also smirked when freed himself; boxers dropping to his ankles and throbbing cock bouncing free and nestling in between your legs, more specifically, between your needy centre.

Hips thrashing backwards, your peachy asset slapped against his rock-hard hips and you were taken by surprise when he grabbed tightly at your hips, stopping you from moving away. The feel of his cock rubbing through your folds caused a whimper as your eyes travelled up to look into the mirror in front of you both. His tall frame, compared to yours, which was half bent over the counter, looked heavenly as he toyed with you, rocking his hips so he rubbed against your throbbing area a few more times. When he decided he’d had enough of watching you quiver with pleasure beneath him, he reached his arm between you, wrapping fingers around his length and guiding it to your entrance.

With one swift motion, his hips fully pushed against your rear, cock sliding into you as you finally felt him fill you. Your head fell down, trying to control your rapid breathing and screams you so desperately wanted to spill, only just remembering a house full of guests were just a floor beneath you both. Shawn reached over to your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head upwards, eyes burning into you through the mirror. You bit your bottom lip, smiling underneath, as he faintly smiled back, knocking down the barrier of his serious demeanour. Suddenly you felt more than thankful for the increased sex drive, thrilled by the pleasure and view all of which started and ended with Shawn.

Loud cries were threatening to leave your lips, Shawn’s hand having to take rightful place over your mouth every so often when he heard the sweet sound of your whimpers start to fall. Although, he was not one to talk, very much lost in the moment and the fact he was fucking you in his best friends bathroom, even though it would not be the first time. His grunts grew closer together with every thrust he made, his hips slapping against you with an echo to the room. You came to your high with a fistful of your hair in his hand and teeth sunk into your bottom lip, severely struggling to keep hush. He came to his high when he moved his hand to your mouth, his fingers dancing over your lips until you wrapped your plump and - ruined - lipsticked features around them. *****

And just like that, 30 minutes after entering the bathroom, you and Shawn laughed and joked in front of the mirror you’d literally just performed sexual acts in front of. “Is baby M okay?”

“Shawn, having your penis inside me does not affect the baby.” You laughed, yet again fixing your make up having felt like you’d only just done the same task. “And anyway, apparently closer to when you’re due, having sex is actually good for the whole process.”

“Good job we’ve started early then, isn’t it?”

“We never stopped.”

A small tap on the door put a stop to your giggles, and your hand covered your mouth like a naughty school girl. “Are you two okay? I’m concerned about you and i’m worried i’ve poisoned your baby with aubergine bake.” Mila’s muffled voice spoke through the door and you felt bad for making her feel so concerned. Shawn opened the door and you sat yourself down on the closed toilet seat, quickly ripping off some toilet roll and dabbing under your eyes. You felt evil, for going along with it really, but a pregnant lady gotta do what a pregnant lady gotta do.

Mila rushed over, her palm soothing over your back in order to try and be comforting. You had to stifle a laugh as Shawn reached into his pocket and eyebrows furrowed when his fingers grabbed a delicate material that he usually wouldn’t carry around in his pocket. Pulling out just a fraction of what you believed was your underwear, your lips pulled together in a thin line as Mila babbled on about getting you home and to bed. Shawn’s right eye dropped into a wink as he walked out of the room, tucking your lacey garment back into his pocket where no one could see it. You were already thinking about getting home, and how having no underwear on would be of great, great service. Damn hormones.

It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the flowers as you opened your eyes this morning, the bright yellow petals almost blinding you as the sun crept through the blinds and reflected off them. Beneath the vase was a small cup of pills, including your folic acid that you were instructed to take during pregnancy, and a note in which you immediately recognised the hand writing. You were slightly disappointed he had to leave early this morning, the sexual drive in you still being... higher than normal, but the flowers and note made up for his lack of presence, nonetheless.

happy 19 weeks, baby m is a mango this week!

take ur meds

appointment at 1.30, will pick you up for 1 

love you :) 

Whenever Shawn left before you, he made sure to leave your meds out, usually on your dressing table but today he’d opted for the bedroom side table with his thoughtful gift. Even if he hadn’t left the house before you, he would be constantly reminding you over breakfast, bringing you a glass of water so you had something to swallow them with. The birds were chirping as you pushed your feet into your cloudy slippers, arms stretching out as you braced yourself to stand up from the bed. It was more refreshing to get out of bed when came naturally as opposed to the past few weeks, where your morning sickness had you literally creeping up to usain bolt’s world record as you ran to the toilet. The sickness had almost vanished and you read that it was normal, that it usually did disappear by the 17 week mark. In place of the morning sickness, there was pains. And aches. And twinges. And niggles. And... more pain.

Your lower stomach gurgled as a stabbing sensation shot through and you tried to stroke it in comfort, although you were nowhere close to soothing the pain. Attempting to power through the inconvenience, you decided you must just be hungry, and proceeded to walk through to the bathroom to get a shower.

Craving of ice cream for breakfast and passion fruit martini’s we’re not that uncommon to you at this stage. Of course you couldn’t act upon the martini, but ice cream aplenty, you were trying your hardest to stay away from the freezer and head to the fruit bowl in the mornings. Despite the old saying, ‘you’re eating for two’ - which, in all honesty, was one of the things you was looking forward to - your doctor informed you that no extra calories were needed for intake until possibly around 6 months in.

You’d managed to lay in until 11am this morning, a very rare occasion for you as a general early bird, leaving you a couple of hours to play with until Shawn would be back to pick you up. Those two hours flew by, almost half of it being spent by procrastinating getting ready and watching modern family instead.

When you looked out the front window, only just having put your shoes on, the time was 12.58 exactly and Shawn’s range rover began to pull down the gravelled driveway. His eyes were covered by his ray bans, curls slightly ruffled as if he’d spent his morning running his hands through them, t shirt stopping just above his biceps to reveal a handful of tattoos. The sun glistened against his skin as he stepped out the vehicle, pulling the sunglasses from his face and looking up to see you swooning down on him, sending a blush to your cheeks.

“I’d shout honey I’m home, but you already know.” He laughed as he walked through the door, throwing his sunglasses and car keys onto the side table, walking over to where you stood on the bottom step.

The bottom step gave you extra height, almost enough to be eye level with him as your arms hooked over his shoulders. “As much as i’d love to stand here and listen to your smugness, we got a baby to go see.” He pressed his lips to yours before letting you snake from underneath him, feeling cold with your lack of presence already. The pain and uncomfort in your stomach had continued all morning, but maybe it was the nerves of going to the hospital or the fact you’d rejected your body of ice cream. Shawn was immediately concerned when your let out a small whimper and squinted your eyes shut, caressing your stomach.

“Hey, what’s up?” He met back up with you, hands coming to your hips as support for your aching figure.

“I think we’re just having a bit of an off day,” you forced a smile, although you knew Shawn wouldn’t buy it.

“Well good job we have an appointment then isn’t it.” He moved forward and let his lips push against your forehead, hands never leaving your lips as he left a tender kiss. “Let’s get going.”

You nodded in agreement, stomach twisting with a mixture of nerves and pain. “I’ll just pee first,” you told before walking to the downstairs bathroom, not far from the front door where Shawn stood, twirling his keys in his hands, clearly eager to get you to the hospital.

As soon as the bathroom door shut behind you, another whimper of pain left your lips and you was glad you managed to keep it in until you were out of Shawn’s watch. He worried, a lot, but only because he cared. “Come on baby, just behave for momma,” you whispered, speaking quietly to your stomach as you shuffled over to the toilet. Hooking your fingers through the belt loops of your jeans, you tugged them down, followed by your underwear. It was a process you’d become all too familiar with, baby using your bladder as a trampoline throughout most days. This time was different; your heart dropped and eyes pricked with tears as you looked down, seeing the sight of what you hadn’t seen in quite some time. “Shawn...” you managed, only half sure he’d actually heard you.

“Babe, we’re pushing it for time, can you hurry?” You could tell he was just the other side of the wooden door, voice loud and assertive. Your hand dipped to between your legs and you winced when you were met with more of what you didn’t want.

“Can... can you come in.” you whimpered, and from the tone of your voice he knew something wasn’t right and pulled the door open without hesitation. He saw you sat on the toilet, which was nothing new, but when his eyes wandered down and he saw the blood covering your underwear and hand pulling away from in between your thighs being covered with the same dark red fluid, his heart dropped like yours had one minute prior. Although he could see what was going on, unable to move and body frozen to the floor, you confirmed the situation with two simple words, “i’m bleeding.”

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[nxfelibatae]

pose || jimin x reader [pt.3]

When the opportunity presented itself there was no way you were going to let it go, only 10 days to make a boy fall in love, It must have been easy, but you let yourself be carried away by your feelings, and nobody should risk their heart to the ones who are addicted to play with it. Love disguises itself in many ways and it hurts when you find out it was all a lie.

pairing: fuckboy! jimin x reader!

word count: 7.3K

genre: Fluff, slight angst, light smut, how to loose a guy in 10 days AU

warnings: Alcohol use, sex references, slow burn, swearing. Everybody it's kinda lying. That's pretty much it.

A / N: inspired by the movie How to loose a guy in 10 days. First work here so please be nice guys :(. It's a two people work.

PART 1 | PART 2  | PART 3

PART 3

Day 10

'Wake your ass up!' Nayeon screams from the other side of your bedroom door 'Breakfast is ready and if you don't come out I'll eat everything on my own, you know I'll do it!'

A groan came out of your mouth when you heard her walk away from the door. Pressing a pillow against your head and closing your eyes tightly to combat the noise and the annoying daylight making its presence between the curtains of your room, wasn't too helpful, you could hear her shout your name again, followed by another threat about going in to get you out of your hair.

You knew that the only reason Nayeon was being so considerate was because she wanted to know the details of your get away with Jimin. Was it proper to call it a date? It was weird to even think about it, but you actually enjoyed it. As you open your door to avoid another shout from Nayeon, you let the smell of bacon and pancakes invade your nostrils.

The kitchen isle had always been the place to have breakfast, any day of the week. Being an apartment of two students, a dining room was not affordable and you would rarely use it. You let all your weight fall into one of the high chairs in front of the ivory table, you were clearly tired due to the few hours of sleep. Nayeon looked at you and gave you a mischievous smile as she places a plate in front of you.

'It smells really good, Nayeon. Thank you. ' A grateful smile takes place on your face, Nayeon smiles in response as she sits across from you with a large cup of coffee. 'How did you get home last night?' The tone of your voice was curious and concerned, since the night before you had only checked her room to make sure she was still alive, ignoring completely the fact that you didn't know how she got home safely.

'Oh, Mark called a taxi for me. He made sure I got home safe, he followed the driver in the app ... '

Your eyes widened in surprise. After the events of last night, the most logical thing for you was that Mark brought Nayeon home, because in your opinion his attitude was flirtatious towards her in various ways. Nayeon laughed loudly at that, assuring you that they were just friends and that he was just being nice.

'How sure are you about that?' You asked curious.

'Hundred percent sure.' Her tone drips on confidence. She takes another bite of bacon, grabbing it with her tiny fingers. She has the habit of eating with her hands sometimes.

'And that's because ...'

'He has a girlfriend, you silly,' she spits smiling 's * She arrived like five minutes after you ran away with your new boyfriend. Small, good-looking, likable, you know? But obviously Mark wouldn't leave her standing there just to take another girl home, so I told him not to worry and that I could get back on my own, he was really nice and called the taxi for me and offered to pay for it , but I rejected his offer, once I got home I texted him to let him know I was safe in bed. ' taking another bite of bacon, she finishes her story.

‘I see...’ you murmure, avoiding as much as you can the whole date with Jimin topic. You were worried about Nayeon taking too seriously this whole situation with Jimin, when it was really just a game, a story to write an article about. The idea of ​​Nayeon giving you advice wasn't what made you anxious, it was her messing with your head, giving you wrong ideas of what you felt you had under control. Did you actually have it under control?

‘So...’ she says smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland.

‘Nayeon...’ you warn, not letting her mess around with questions. It was too early in the morning, or at least for you, to talk about this topic and let it spin around your head again.  

‘Come on!’ She whines with sad puppy eyes. ‘I just wanna know how did it went. Where did you go? Was he nice? Was he a gentleman or is he the asshole everybody says he is with girls? Did he tried to kiss you?’ You felt overwhelmed with every question that Nayeon threw at you quickly. When Nayeon was curious or excited about something, she could speak really fast.

Blinking a few times and after taking a sip from your coffee, you took a long breath to begin answering your best friend's questions. ‘We went to grab some dinner as we said we would. He took me to this 90’s styles restaurant not far from where the party was and he was actually...nice I think? I mean he was polite, he didn’t looked at the waitress  as I thought he would, he opened the door for me when it was necessary and he also paid for the food. We talked a little bit, exchanged phone numbers and before I knew it was 4:00 am, so he brought me back home and yes, he tried to kiss me at the front door but I told him I wanted to take things slow and then slammed the door almost in his face after I said “get home safe, good night”. That’s it, that’s all it is to tell’ you took another bite of a pancake drowned a little too much in maple syrup, not giving much attention to the fact that you had a date just a few hours ago and you almost got kissed at the door.

‘I am not surprised at all that he tried to kiss you, actually. I am surprised about the whole polite thing he’s playing, you know? I’ve never heard of Jimin doing that with other girls’ she says frowning.

‘Maybe he’s trying to act different with me, but…why?’ You say with a shrug. ‘Anyways...I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would, you know?’

‘You mean you like him?’

‘I mean, yeah? Not in a romantic way, I just think he’s nice, I don’t know how to describe it.’ Your shoulders rise to emphasize your indifference.

The conversation is quickly interrupted by the doorbell, the two of you look at each other confused wondering who could be, since none of you expected visits.

‘Maybe is the mailman, I don’t know, can you check it? I'm in the middle of my pancake.’ you two laugh when you shove half of the pancake into your mouth.

Nayeon runs to see through the peephole and let out a gasp when she realizes who it is.

‘Who is it?’ words cannot be understood because your mouth was still full.

‘Umm, I think is for you.’ She answers with an excited smile as she holds you by the shoulders.

‘But, I said I wasn’t expecting anyone.’ Pieces of pancake flew out your mouth making Nayeon feel grossed out about it.

‘You might want to finish that quickly, because Jimin is waiting for you outside with a bouquet of flowers.’ Your roommate says wagging her eyebrows mischievously.

‘What?!’ Her words took you by surprise and thanks to the exaggerated amount of food inside your mouth, you started to choke. Nayeon took action and started tapping you on the back as you took a few sips of coffee to help the food down your throat, what was going on? Why is he here? You thought he would text you to set a place to meet at, not appear unannounced at your doorstep.

‘Are you okay?’ Nayeon asked worried about your condition.

‘I am, but what is he doing here?’ You murmured just to make sure he won’t listen to you.

Nayeon and you start arguing under your breath, while on the other side of the door a desperate Jimin rings the bell again.

He thought about the flowers on his way to your house caught by a red light that made him stop next to a flower shop where this beautiful flowers were displayed, he immediately thought of you, which seemed very strange to him, but at the same time made him think about the points he could earn with that detail.

Jimin made a left turn where he found parking, his next move on you was to take you on a romantic date, girls love that kind of things he thought.

‘Hey man, how much for the flowers at the front?’ Jimin asked taking his sunglasses off as he entered the shop.

‘The Roses or the Lilies?’ Asked back the florist cleaning his hands of what the floral foam had released after arranging a new bouquet.

‘I don’t know about flowers, the red ones?’ Jimin answered not really sure about it, the florist just laughed at his lack of knowledge.

‘The roses are 68,000 won’ The florist walked directly to the bouquet followed by Jimin, ‘I see you're the passionate type.’

‘I’ll take them.’ The florist took them to the front desk where the tools and wrapping paper were so he could arrange them ‘Why you say that?’ Jimin asked while watching how delicate the florist was with the flowers.

‘Well, red roses signifies enduring passion, that's why.’

He smirked a little at the comment ‘Do they?’ Jimin handed the money and left immediately, as he crossed the shop’s door he puts the sunglasses back on.

That was weird.

The sound of the motor made him put his feet on the ground, leaving the subject completely aside.

Buying flowers for a girl was not something normal for Jimin and now he was outside this girl's place with a bouquet that until now he had realized had cost him at least three whole meals at his favorite restaurant.

After arguing for what seemed like forever to you, Nayeon eagerly pushed you towards the door, encouraging you to open up even though your hair looked like a bird's nest.  Taking a long breath and trying to straighten your hair as much as possible, you open the door revealing a smiling Jimin in ripped jeans and black boots.

‘Hi.’ He said, caught up by surprise after your random look in mini shorts and stained blouse. ‘These are for you.’ He pushed the bouquet towards you.

Smiling you took it, appreciating the gesture and the bright color of the flowers. ‘Thank you...’ You took a step outside as you closed the door behind you, not letting Nayeon hear any further your conversation. ’I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.’ A nervous smile appeared on your face when you put a tuft of hair behind your ear.

‘Well, you did say that the second date depended on me so…’

You giggled at his answer. ‘Jimin I meant that you could text me so we could hang out again. I was not telling you to show up at my door by surprise.’

Jimin knew, you delivered the message very clear, but with the clock ticking against his favor, he had to take every opportunity and risk to make you fall for him as soon as possible, reason enough for him to buy the flowers in the first place too.

‘Right. I knew that.’ He started his next move, trying to be cute and looking embarrassed, a quality he really lacked. Jimin is usually described by his friends as the most scoundrel in the world. He knows that playing the innocent guy is a risky move but, again, all risk and opportunity had to be taken in this situation.

An awkward silence took over the situation, mostly due to the fact that Jimin appeared without a warning, catching you in the middle of a bite and wearing pajamas which to be honest, were very short and embarrassing. Who in college sleeps in pajamas from their favorite cartoon?

Jimin, on the other hand, finds them funny, even a little cute. That's probably why he thinks it's a good idea to make them a topic of conversation, ‘Nice pajamas.’

‘No please. They are embarrassing.’ You let out a laugh, covering your face with one hand in embarrassment.

‘They are not!’ He says with a bright smile, relieving the tension and the awkwardness between the two of you.

You laugh a little, lifting your sight just to see his beautiful smile. Something tingles in your head, a question, ticking in your tongue, ready to be spit out. Why did he wanted to see you so soon? Why was he so interested in you?

You clear your throat a little ‘Jimin I…I don’t wanna sound rude but…what are you doing here? Honestly.’

The question took him by surprise, causing him to blink a couple of times before answering, still not looking into your eyes, shifting his foot from side to side as if he was kicking an imaginary rock, he looked like a child, making your heart sink.

‘I just…I wanted to see you again, you know? I had a really great time yesterday, maybe take you out one more time, during daylight, so we could have more time together?’ Now he was looking at you with puppy eyes, his eyes make your heart fluster a little.

‘So you drove all the way to my apartment just for a maybe? What if I wasn’t home or what if I say no?’ you ask, really curious. If Park Jimin is who everyone says he was, it didn’t make much sense to you that he would sacrifice his Saturday morning just for a maybe from a girl, right?

‘You were worth the shot.’ he says as he shrugs ‘Besides, you still haven’t said no.’

He does have a point. You bite your lip, thinking how to answer, how to tease him. ‘You haven’t even asked properly…’ now you look at the flowers, leniently caressing the petals, trying to look nonchalant.

Jimin sighs, not angry or pissed, he looks like he’s having fun, smiling and holding a laugh, you guess. ‘You really want me to say it, don’t you?’ Hand runs through his hair, slightly stretching the ends. He really thinks about it, because never in his life has he said the words meaning them, his tongue lingers when he finally asks ‘Would you like to go out on a date with me? Again?’

Your face is adorn with a smile of victory and a little flash of ego in your eyes. But now that he has said the words, you find yourself not knowing what to answer.

So then you look again at his eyes, sparkling with hope and with impatience, and you feel confused, because Jimin it’s supposed to be rude, dumb and an asshole, not cute and nice.

‘I don’t know…’ you bite your lip again, playing hard to get, hoping that he shows his true self, getting angry and leaving, telling you that in the end his not going to waste his time begging

‘Pretty please?’ His tone is soft and he takes a step forward, taking your hand, stroking your check slowly.

And just like that, Jimin finds himself doing what he never does, at least not for a date. Beg. In his head, he’s sending prayers, wishing he could control minds to tell you what to do, wishing for you to say yes because now he feels like his pride is damaged.

But you don’t see it like that, you are being tricked without noticing, because you confuse his desperation with sweetness and softness, finding yourself actually wanting to say yes, and not only for the article and the whole playing with a fuckboy thing.

Jimin genuinely believes he’s getting a no for an answer, preparing himself for the worst and to take his damaged pride back home, closing his eyes when he sees you’re about to speak again to deaden the blow you’re about to deliver.

‘I…’ you look everywhere, trying to place your sight in something more than him, nervous due his proximity. ‘Could you wait for a couple of minutes? So I can put myself together a little and place this beauties in some water?’ You surprise Jimin and yourself when you spoke.

Jimin is relieved one more time, releasing the air he didn’t know he was holding until he heard you. Without erasing the apparent joy on his face, he answered 'I'll wait right here' so you let him go, disappearing once again through the white door of your apartment. Jimin felt a déjà vu when he saw you and with both arms crossed he leaned back on his motorcycle, letting the sun spray him for a few moments as he felt the heat envelop his body.

Inside, you're not surprised to see Nayeon standing by the door, probably just walking away from it to spy on you.

'Is he leaving?' She asks.

‘You ask as if you hadn’t spied on us thru the peephole, Nayeon, don't play dumb with me'

She forces a smile, as you pass her the roses Jimin was so kind to buy for you and ask her to put them in water, rushing to your room, trying to look decent in record time.

20 minutes later, Nayeon gives you a last good look at your outfit and hair, somehow she managed to get her hands on you after she saw the plaid shirt and the damp hair in a high ponytail.

You looked fresh now, with a lightweight tank top that Nayeon pulled out for you and moderately dry hair falling onto your back. You started to regret washing your hair at this time, you felt the heat consume your body due to the humidity which would probably make it fluffy after the motorcycle ride.

With a denim jacket in hand and the apartment keys in the other one, you waved Nayeon goodbye closing the door behind you, taking mental notes of every advice she gave you before you headed out.

'Don't let him kiss you just yet, just tease him about it. Flip your hair a couple of times and reject him if he tries to hold your hand. Let him know he has to earn it but send 'i like you' signals all the time. You're trying to confuse him, you got me?'

Actually, the answer was no, all the tips Nayeon had given you were contradictory to each other, even unruly, you only managed to nod to avoid keeping Jimin waiting any longer, probably dying from a heat stroke.

As you walked towards Jimin, he turned his head in your direction showing his smile.

Is he always this smily?

‘I’m sorry it took me so long.’ An awkward smile formed on your face when you were right in front of the boy.

You stared for a few seconds, seconds that were enough to re-analyze Jimin's facial structure, he was really handsome, you didn't understand how someone like him with such a reputation could have noticed you, not that you were less than the other girls, it's just that the situation didn't seem real.

'No worries' he says adopting an upright figure as he holds out your helmet. 'It's still early and there's some places I'd like to take you' He watches you carefully, taking another look at your body and your features now in broad daylight. Jimin would certainly have tried to get closer to you if he had seen you before the bet. The difference would have been in the insistence, since at the first 'no' he would've backed up.

Once he hears the little click on the snaps that fit the helmet to your head, he extends his hand to help you get on the motorcycle, wearing that bright smile of his. Giggling at the gesture, you accept the hand.

This time you place your hands around Jimin's waist without hesitation, he smirks and starts the engine. You could get used to this, the motorcycle thing. It was really relaxing, feeling the wind in your face, the sounds around you, everything felt…right. You let yourself go just like last time, for a moment you think about getting a motorcycle but your parents wouldn’t be too happy about it.

You don't know what exactly is going on with you, maybe it's Nayeon's words in your head repeating itself over and over again about sending signals, but you only act in automatic placing your chin on Jimin's right shoulder and getting closer to him when a fresh smell reaches your nose, it doesn't take long for you to realize is Jimin.

He even smells really good, does this guy has any flaws?

‘Okay, what do you think about me choosing your ice cream flavor and you choosing mine?’ Asks Jimin entering the ice cream shop after you.

‘I don’t know, you look like the kind of person who has really bad tastes.’ Your nose scrunched.

‘You didn’t think that when we were at the diner.’ He answered getting close to your face, you started to panic and remembered Nayeon's words, “Don’t let him kiss you just yet.”

‘I’ll let you have this one, sir.’ You say walking away to get to the counter where all the flavors were exhibited, ‘You have to try that one for sure!’ Jimin who just got next to you looked to where your finger was pointing.

‘Pickled Mango? That sounds gross.’ You let out a laugh when you see Jimin shake in disgust after reading the name ‘If I try that one you have to try the pear and blue cheese one.’

‘No! I refuse!’ you complain laughing ‘Let’s just get normal flavors.’ you say frowning

'Oh... so you'll chicken out?' he says, rising an eyebrow and looking at you with tease.

'What? No! I just don't want to get sick by eating ice-cream thank you very much.’ With crossed arms you stare at him, you don't let him get into your head, being firm and looking right into his eyes.

'Yeah, sure' he smiles widely. He remains quiet for a couple of seconds, looking around to se how many people were in the store, your stomach sinks due nerves, trying to defy what is his next move.

Jimin takes two steps to the nearest customer, a lady with her son enjoying her ice-cream in a cup. He taps her shoulder nicely. 'Excuse me ma’am, did you know this establishment accepted animals such as chickens?'

Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when you hear Jimin speak. The woman only manages to blink several times, while Jimin looks in your direction, almost mocking at you. 'You see, I thought that girl over there was my date, but it turns out ...'

It took two big steps for you to reach him, interrupting him and pulling him by the arm at the same time. 'I'm sorry.' you say with an apologetic look at the woman. 'He just got out of rehab, he doesn't know what he's saying, he's still detoxifying'

Jimin forms a wide 'O' with his mouth at your words, shouting 'Rehab?!' enough audible for several eyes to settle on you with an offended tone.  But Jimin was unwilling to give up, unsurprisingly, so with a big drag of air, he yelled into the establishment.

'Hey everyone! I'll just like to inform you that my date chickened out and it's no fun at all'

You try to push him harder to the counter, where the girl who served the ice cream was, but Jimin is heavy and taller than you, making the task complicated.

He continues yelling, dragging everyone's attention to you, struggling to push a man to the exhibitor. You stop for a second the fighting to place your hand over his lips, hoping it would make him keep his mouth shut 'Jesus, Jimin, stop that, people are staring at us.’ He then continues to laugh loudly, making his eyes disappear for a couple of seconds.

'Come on, let's get you some ice-cream' he says giving up and walking slowly to the counter one more time.

You end up choosing normal flavors and while you left the ice cream shop you could swear that everyone looked at you with a bad face, we weren’t that noisy, were we?

‘Don’t worry about them, I guess they’ve never had fun before!’ Jimin screamed to then close the door behind him while rolling his eyes.

'You are quite shameless, aren't you?' you say looking at him funnily.

Jimin smiles and licks his cone. 'Come on, let's walk. The place is near here'

Ten minutes later and a couple of Jimin's bad jokes later, you walk by the Han river feeling the spring breeze and the humidity of the river on the skin when walking.

The conversation flows the same as the day before, Jimin is actually fun and is not afraid to express his jokes publicly even if it means getting a few looks from the people who walk near you in the same way.

While you're with Jimin, you try to remember Nayeon's advice and come up with a way to put it into practice, so you constantly move your hair from side to side when speaking.

Jimin noticed it. He had seen the same trick so many times, more than he can count with both hands, but he lets it go, for him it was a sign that his behavior was working to get you.

Leaning against the railing for a few minutes after you said you couldn't eat and walk at the same time, earning yourself a round of teasing from the boy, you feel his shoulder casually rub with yours as he slowly approaches his hand to yours. He is about to take it, but Nayeon screams in your consciousness and intelligently you change the cone of hand to prevent him from grabbing it.

'So...' you say to liven up the atmosphere a bit. 'Engineering major uh?'

Jimin leans against a single arm on the railing, putting his body in your direction, as well as his attention. 'Impressed?' he says with an air of greatness.

Something sparks inside you, with a need to lower it from the pedestal where he placed  himself without reason for a simple comment. So you say back 'Not actually.' the surprise is evident on Jimin's face, almost annoyed, but you find the way he reacts when you annoy him funny, so you continue, imitating his posture. 'I'm impressed that you haven't quit yet, tho.'

'Oh so you're saying I'm dumb?' he says with a pout, putting his index finger directly to his chest.

You frown and smile 'I never said that, Jimin. I just think it's funny that you have time to party with such a complicated major.'

'Proof that you can find time to have fun' he answered.

'Why did you choose that major?' you ask curious. Jimin shrugs a little before answering. 'I like math and it's kinda cool, you know?'

The answer impresses you, Jimin doesn’t really look as the type of man who likes mathematics. 'You like math?' you say giggling 'Why do you like such a hard subject?'

The wind blows hard and a lock of hair flies between your face and your cone, preventing you from eating calmly, but you manage to push it away with your free hand before it touches the ice-cream and gets sticky.

Jimin hesitates before answering, because he has never actually discussed this with a girl. They usually only talk about them or try to find topics of conversation between silly fights they have had with their friends or the manicure and the time it takes to do them.

Sure, Jimin has talked about this with his friends, normally Taehyung and Jungkook are the ones who ask these questions or tease him about being a nerd, but never a girl.

'They just make sense to me...' he clears his throat and you notice a twinkle in his eyes before he starts to speak again 'Look it's like...you have this puzzle, right? But you have a missing piece. So, someone, comes in and tells you “here’s a way to get to the missing piece” and when you solve it and find the missing piece and everything fits, it's amazing. They are perfect, numbers are perfect.' you notice how Jimin moves his hands when speaking and you catch yourself smiling at the effusive way he explains something simple, showing how much he actually likes what he does, your smile gets bigger as the wind blows once more, even stronger than the last time, making your hair tangle and cloud your sight a little. Jimin is quick to act, so with one hand, he slowly puts the hair behind your ear, stroking gently your hair a few seconds after it's in place. 'They are perfect just like you.'

You blush at his words, tickles present in your stomach, not like butterflies, but more like ants in a run, trying to find a place to hide when it rains. Jimin notices how the cone trembles in your hand making him smirk, you realize you are not so immune to his charms as you thought. Then, with a vow of courage and a smile as bright as diamonds, he takes a step forward, shortening the distance between your lips and his.

But Nayeon jumps back into your head "Don't let him kiss you just yet" so you take a small step back, smashing what was left of your cone right in his face.

You start to laugh at the Jimin’s new face covered in ice cream, it was priceless, but when you notice he wasn’t laughing with you, you stop. After a few seconds he laughs throwing himself at you, seeking revenge and trying to get rid of the mess you've left on his face.

He gets a little of ice cream on your nose before you stop him to help cleaning his face,  running the napkin over his cheek and chin while he looks at you carefully, when you get close to his mouth he feels shivers down his spine, you didn't seem to notice it and he was grateful for it.

'Why did you do that?' he says between giggles. You keep laughing, searching for a better reason than “My friend told me not to."

'You were being boring.' you say as you crunch your nose a little.

'You were the one asking boring questions in the first place!’ He responds trying to sound awfully mad but failing, betrayed by his laugh.

‘Well I am getting bored, let's do something else!' you attack, finishing to swipe the remains of ice cream, now you feel your fingers sticky but you believe it was wroth it, after all, you avoided Jimin's kiss like the plague and got something to laugh about, something you hadn’t done in a  long time. At least not with anyone other than Nayeon.

‘When you said “let’s do something else”, I didn’t think you would choose a bar.’  

After the ice cream fight, you decided to change the date a little, you headed Jimin straight to Itaewon where bars abounded, you had already shown a sweet side, now you wanted to show him your rough side.

‘I come often to this bar with my friend Nayeon, I like it because they have pool tables, good music and great alcohol.’ you explained as you took a seat at one of the empty tables close to the door.

‘You really don’t look like a girl who go to bars.’

‘Is this like our thing?’ You asked taking off the denim jacket. Jimin looks at you with confusion so you continue ‘I mean, assuming things about each other.’

‘Well what do you assume of me?’ Asks him while going through the menu.

‘Well, you look like a guy who can’t commit to a relationship.’ Jimin quickly looks at you trying to figure out if you were joking. You weren’t, but you liked to make him feel nervous and uneasy, it made you feel in control. ‘I’m joking,’ he laughs a little not being so sure ‘But you do look like a guy who has a lot of secrets, am I right?’

‘Not really, I think I’m an open book, you know…easy to read and all that philosophical shit.’ You two laugh at his words. ’When I said that you didn’t look like a girl who go to bar I was thinking about you not liking parties. And I know this is not a party, but it looks like it happens from time to time.’ Jimin turns his head around the place looking at everyone.

‘It’s different, I can’t explain how, but just trust me, it’s different.’ You say, defending yourself against Jimin’s mention of you not being a party girl.

The night flows good, Jimin orders some beers and you order some shots here and there, mostly for you because Jimin says he has to drive, and you are more than okay with that, you don’t really want to die at such young age.

After a couple of drinks you felt more relaxed. Thank you alcohol. That same chill vibe coming from the shots makes you feel active, wanting to do something else than just talking to the handsome guy that it’s sitting right in front of you. With your arm resting in the table and your chin in your hand, you speak ‘Do you know how to play pool?’

Jimin looks thru his glass, seeing your pretty smile from the amber liquid he’s drinking product of his second beer of the night, sticking to his promise of staying sober. He nods, looking at the tables and paying attention to the ‘pop’ sound off the balls colliding one with the other.

‘We should play pool then, are you down?’ You ask with a big smile letting Jimin know you were still okay, he had started to worry about having to take you out of the bar carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

‘Sure, the winner chooses the next date.’ Jimin smiles and stands with no hesitation, waiting for you to  do the same.

‘So you really think there will be another date after this one? You are a very confident man Park Jimin.’ You say standing up and pocking his chest with your index finger after every word, you wobble a little and Jimin holds you making you both get way too close, you could feel his breath on your head and your eyes couldn't help but look up to his lips.

Maybe it’s the alcohol clouding your thoughts and shutting up Nayeon’s little voice in your head, because for a second you really think about kissing him, thinking that perhaps this was the only moment where you could do it without regretting it because if it wasn’t good or if he rejected, you could blame it on the booze and then move on, but when you were about to go in for it, Jimin pushes you away a little without being abrupt, to separate you from him.

‘Look there’s a free table over there.’ He says grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to the pool table that was available a few feet from you, trying to get there before anyone else.

You grabbed a cue stick and so does Jimin, you break, making one of the solid balls enter one of the holes in the table. ‘I guess you are strips.’ a wink escapes from you.

‘Is it here when I find out you are actually a professional pool player?’ Jimin asks as he sees you settling into a new position to finally shove another of your balls into a hole.

‘I’m not a professional but I’m good at it.’ Another ball goes in.

‘Are you even gonna let me play?’ He laughs without taking his gaze off your concentration face, he’s actually really impressed by the fact that even when you were a little drunk you managed to focused on the target, striking perfect points as you get the balls in its place.

‘I hope so, sometimes I’m on a streak and it’s hard to know when the other player would play.’ Jimin stands next to you and just when you are about to hit the cue ball, he hits you with his hip making you fail the shot.

‘Hey! That’s cheating!’ You laugh, hand on your hip while you laugh a little, with the stick in your left hand.

‘What are you talking about, I just tripped.’ Jimin tries to play it cool but he looks like a little kid, you laugh even harder when after his attempt of making you loose, he make the cue ball go in one of the holes.

‘You made me lose so you could just play that awfully?’

‘The stick slipped from my finger.’ He frowns and pouts.

‘Excuses, excuses. Let the big girls play.’ You take the cue ball out of the hole and position it in a way that is favorable to you, bending over to the pool table.

When you were about to hit the ball you feel how something, or rather someone, brushes slightly his hand over your butt, touching it almost as not wanting to, you believe that maybe they were trying to go unnoticed. You snap, getting in to a straight position due to the touch you did not consent.

‘Why did you touch me you piece of shit?!’ You scream with your face turned bright red due to your anger, turning around to face the person, it was just one of those kind of  macho greasy dudes who were too drunk to function.

‘Excuse me? What did you just called me?’ He looked at you with disdain.

‘You heard me loud and clear, pig.’ You spit your words without stopping to look him in the eye for a second, firm and alert position, he was not going to get away with this.

‘Hey man...’ he says looking at Jimin as he speaks. ‘Is this bitch here with you? You should control her, she’s drunk and crazy.’

‘She wouldn’t be angry if you hadn’t touch her.’ Jimin steps forward, putting you behind him while getting closer, face to face with the guy with anger in his voice.

‘Nobody touched her, it’s just her imagination. Didn’t you heard me? She’s drunk’ the guy looks so confident in his words, you almost feel intimidated. Almost. ‘Just look at her, why would someone want to touch her?’ he looks at you head to toe with disgust ‘I guess you are really needy to be fucking with that.’ Those were his last words before Jimin's fist hit his face, making him fall to the ground.

Blood boils inside Jimin's veins due the comment of the guy 'Look, I'm not really looking for a fight but you're screaming for one right now. So I'll give you exactly 30 seconds to apologize to her if you don't want to end up in the fucking hospital, my friend' Jimin squats down to look at the guy in the eyes, feeling a bunch of looks and people staring at him, someone takes a step forward, maybe a friend of the guy he just hit ready to step in for his friend, but before anything else happened and as Jimin starts to get back up, the guy grabs him by the neck of his shirt, putting him under his body and starting to drop punches.

You see them switch places on the floor a couple of times, fists crashing against each other faces, you try to make your voice louder enough to break through the sounds of the bar, you don't know what else to do to get Jimin to stop punching the guy. The situation escalated quickly from the moment you opened your mouth, you didn't want this to happen and you were hoping someone would step in and separate them but they were busy watching the show.

Gladly, one of the bartenders and some other worker, came and step in between the fight, lifting Jimin from the guy who was now on the floor, no longer fighting back. Jimin it's trying to calm down, breathing heavily while you come near him, taking a closer look at the damage on his face. 'Grab your stuff, let's go. That will teach him not to mess with girls for a long time' His face is red, product of  the rush of blood, with a deep frown and a split lip that he cleans with the back of his hand.

‘Come on, sit right here.’ You point at the little stair outside your place, getting in to your apartment to look for the first aid kit to clean Jimin’s wounds, that was the least you could do for him. ‘I’m so sorry our date had to end like this, I feel terrible, I should have stayed quiet.’ You said as you came back taking a seat next to him, he looked at every movement you made while taking out the things you’ll need from the little white box.

‘You’re kidding? A woman who stands for herself is awesome. I’m sure that if I didn’t hit him, you would have done it.’ You finally let a little laugh after everything that happened.

‘I guess so…’ your eyes meet for a couple seconds and before anything else happened, you look away ‘This may sting, but it's only for a second. Here I go.’

He nods, but when the cotton soaked in alcohol touched his wounds, he tried to hold back a scream to not disturb the neighbors or scare you, avoiding making you feel worst than you already have.

‘Where did you learn to fight either way?’ You asked, tapping slightly the cotton on his lip cut.

‘When I moved here I had to change, so I could adapt better to this city, just like you. I guess you didn’t arrive speaking fluent Korean, right?’ He laughs to then close the eyes due to the alcohol stinging.

‘That’s true, I just knew the basics.’ You put on an ointment on his wounds before putting everything back in the box. ‘You are good to go.’ You said standing up and shaking the dirt from the back of your pants. 'Thank you, Jimin. For defending me back there, even if didn't go that well for you'

'You don't need to thank me, it was the right thing to do.' he says relaxed. 'Don't worry about this, I've had worst.' he points at his fresh wound. ‘Despite everything I had a great time.' he scratches de back of his neck.

You hug yourself in nervousness and smile back at him 'Yeah... me too' You look at each other, not really knowing what was next, the air starts to blow once again, making the weather a little bit cold.

‘I’ll better get going.’ Jimin says putting his hands inside his pants pockets looking up to the starry night, he walks down to his motorcycle and just when you open the door to go inside he turns to just tell you he will text you next time before arriving without any notice.

You let out a little laugh, only nodding and telling him to text you as well once he's safe and sound back at his apartment. 'Goodbye, gorgeous.' he says gently.

You don't close the door until he waves goodbye at you before he starts the engine and you see him leave. Once you see him disappear into the night you close the door and lay your back on it, just thinking how great the night had gone.

<--PART 2 

[canaryatlaw]

okay. it’s late, obviously. and I need to go to bed. I just took my pills like 10 minutes ago though so it might be a minute before I actually get tired. but yeah, today. I think I woke up around 11, and then for like two hours waited for my sister to wake up and trying to not get annoyed because I know I’ve slept that late plenty of times, like even on this trip, but I was just kinda tense. it didn’t help that on twitter I was repeatedly seeing people doing tribute tweets to their friends or making lists of all their friends who did whatever in 2019 and I wasn’t on a single fucking one, even when people that I know they saw less than me made it and I just like.....I got really upset about it because I felt like shit and like I didn’t even have any friends, which of course I know is not true, but it felt really shitty to see people I’ve expended energy trying to befriend just straight up ignore my existence and I just felt really awful about myself. this year has unfortunately gone from meeting a lot of new friends to constantly fearing that none of them actually like me or want me to be their friend, thanks to a couple of things that have happened. and I just feel like this massively messed up person who must’ve fucked up so badly to have all these people turning against me but like, I didn’t even fucking do anything, and if people had actually been honest about stuff this could’ve all been avoided but they weren’t and now I’m the one who’s hurting because of that and it really fucking sucks when you really feel like nobody cares about you. sigh. I feel fraudulent sometimes posting about how happy I am with my life (which I am! really!) while knowing my emotional stability is not where it should be definitely could be causing an issue. and like, looking back to the beginning of this decade all I can think is 10 fucking years and so much happened and yet emotionally I’m back in the same fucking place? how did that happen? I still obviously care way too much about what people think of me when I know I shouldn’t, and placing way too much of my happiness and value into friends who clearly don’t reciprocate any of those feelings and clearly don’t care about my emotions or how any of this actually affects me. and I fucking hate that because I truly have grown so much as a person but I feel like that same fucked up kid who cared way too much about what her friends thought of her and definitely put a lot more energy and care into her friendships than she got back. and I feel so emotionally unstable and I don’t know how to deal with this because like! I’m not depressed! my overall mental health has been fine and there aren’t really any issues there, this just feels like an entirely separate area and I don’t know what to do with it. It really sucks that just when my professional life was finally getting its shit together my personal life had to fall to pieces. and I know on some level that like all this shit really means that I should be in therapy actually working through all of this, and this is so fucking hypocritical, I know, but like....I just don’t have the emotional energy to deal with going through all of that right now. It’s going to be so much work and I really just don’t want to deal with it. and that’s messed up because I’ve told so many fucking people that they should be in therapy and that it will really help them, and now I’m clearly not abiding by that, so that makes me feel shitty too. sigh. I got on way too much of a tangent here and now I’m ranting. I really need to get back on focus and actually talk about my day before I go to sleep because it’s fucking 3:30 am. anyway. eventually my sister woke up and then she had to go get her flu shot for something with her job but like all of the places they were going to didn’t have it so she didn’t even get it done, then her and her boyfriend returned and we went to the mall. it was alright, not great, and eventually she wanted to split up which I kinda knew was going to happen because we wouldn’t want to go to the same stores, but it still was annoying. I mainly wanted to get jeans and I went to Express and tried some on, but all of their jeans were still so fucking expensive (the ones on clearance were like $50, reduced from $80) and there was a super fucking long line and I just didn’t have the patience to stand through that long ass line to pay too much for a pair of jeans, so I left and concluded I’d get jeans at some other point in the future. I went to Dynamite after that because they always have stuff I like and it’s been a while since I’ve gotten anything from them, and I ended up getting a pair of work pants from them that were on sale and very nice, so I’m happy about that. after that I met back up with my sister and we headed out. back to the house, I had dinner with my parents and then watched some GBBO with them until my brother’s friends arrived. He had asked me if I wanted to go out with him and his friends tonight and I knew if I didn’t go I was just going to end up alone with my parents and feeling sorry for myself so I said what the hell and said I would. my brother is at this new assignment at work though where he’s working a 3 pm to 11 pm shift, so he still wasn’t getting off for some time yet, so my parents ended up driving me and his two friends to the bar where we chilled for a bit and talked until he arrived some time after 11. he was bringing with him this girl who he has apparently started dating (yeah, I found out on Sunday that both of my brothers are apparently dating girls, which is just fucking great for my self-esteem knowing that I’m officially the only sibling without a significant other) which I suspect is the real reason he asked if I wanted to come so she wouldn’t be the only girl there. and she was nice, honestly at this point any girlfriend is probably going to be a positive influence on his life, so unless she was really terrible I’m not going to object. I mean, honestly, his ex-girlfriend was like, the best thing that ever happened to him, but he fucked that one up and hopefully this time he’ll be a lot smarter and more mentally stable about it. I really hope he is honestly. I also really miss his ex-girlfriend since we’d gotten quite close in the time they were dating, and of course she ultimately ended up coming to me for help when things went south, so there was a lot of emotional investment there. sigh. anyway. I was having a pretty good time chatting with his friends before he got there, they were both guys he went to highschool with so I had at least in theory known them for like 12-15 years now, but never had more than like, a passing conversation with them really. one of them I’d talked to a bit over the years, I always thought he was cute but never had like a full blown crush on him or anything, but it was kinda nice getting to talk more to both of them tonight. and of course there was alcohol, and I considered maybe trying some since it’s been like 4 years since I’ve tried consuming any but then I got a whiff of the tequila shots they were doing and I swear the smell alone started giving me like minor chest pains, so that was a no. I was kinda dumb though at midnight because they were passing out little cups of champagne as the ball was dropping and I had a single sip of champagne, which again was dumb being that I just concluded I shouldn’t be drinking any alcohol, but I mean it was midnight and everyone in the bar was doing it....sigh. It kinda burned in the back of my throat for a while which was unpleasant but never moved on to the full on chest pain that’s fucking unbearable, so I’ll count that as a semi-success, definitely not a full success because it really did not leave me wanting to consume any more alcohol, but at least I wasn’t in pain over it. we ended up playing darts for a few rounds, which I’m not particularly good at but it doesn’t really matter. a little after 2 we started trying to return to my house where everyone was spending the night, but that turned into a whole debacle because this is the fucking suburbs and it’s 2 am on new years, so getting an uber was a bit difficult. my one brother’s friend had apparently worked as a lyft driver in the past so he was a bit biased towards that app and then the first driver somehow got messed up and picked up another person but it still charged his phone and he was like, so affronted by this and just not letting it go at all and it was honestly pretty funny, it was obvious the alcohol in his system was contributing to it on some level but it was still amusing. since there were 5 of us they were originally trying to get an XL which proved even more difficult, and we ended up taking two separate normal sized ubers to get home, which still took fucking forever and we didn’t end up getting home till like, almost 3 am, which was annoying. but oh well. once we got home I showered and then had to do all my pills for the week because of course I had to run out tonight, then opened my laptop and started typing this, and now I’m here like 40 minutes later because it’s just a few minutes before 4 am now because I clearly was in the mood to write a fucking novel for some reason. sigh. last 2019 post, even though it’s now 2020 the day was in 2019 so it gets the last December 2019 hashtag. alright, I really need to go to sleep now, so that’s what I’m going to do. Goodnight dears. Hope you had a very happy new year.

[hockey-yesplease]

Young Marriage

Player Mat Barzal (mentions Anthony Beauvillier and Jorban Eberle)

Requested? Yes 

Warnings: body insecurities, swearing, cheating, steamy,

Word count: 1800

Gif from Tenor

People always tell you that 21 is too young to be married, but you and Mat had been married for about a year now. Everything was going great until a few weeks ago. You knew that being married to a NHL player would not be easy, but you didn’t think it would be like this. It's the offseason and you were so excited to be able to spend more time with Mat, but it seemed like he was never home, he was either working out, doing promo shoots, or doing somethings with a few of the guys that were still in town. You don’t mind him doing these things of course, you aren’t this crazy wife that only wants him to yourself, but a simple text message letting you know he wasn’t going to be home for dinner would be nice. 

That’s how you got here, making dinner; there was enough for two since you assumed Mat would be home to eat. You had his plate made and sitting at his spot at the table and your’s was at your spot next to his. After waiting an hour and a half, you decided to just go ahead and warm yours up and eat. After placing Mat’s in a container and placing it in the fridge, you warmed up your food and ate. This was at 9 o’clock at night. You checked your phone for any messages or calls you might have missed, there was none, but you did have a notification from instagram. You open your phone and go to the app, and what you saw broke your heart. A girl, one who was actually nice and happy for you and Mat unlike many others, that followed you, had Dm’ed you a picture and said, “I know you don’t know me personally, but im at the same club at Mat rn and thought you needed to know.” You click on the picture to make it bigger just to see your husband with a girl in his lap and her lips on his neck. And a smile on his face that you haven’t seen in weeks. 

Growing up you had a terrible temper and it still takes all your power to control it, so you decide to be passive aggressive. You grab your HP Sprocket and print the picture the girl sent you and set it on top of the container of his food that you placed in the fridge. You felt numb, you thought everything was going well. That he was just busy with his normal offseason schedule. Well, he was busy, but you weren’t sure what from now, actual work things or other women. You can’t help but pull up the picture again and compare yourself to her. You realized that your not a skinny as her, but you weren’t overweight either. You’re an athlete, you had played volleyball your whole life and still play it at NYU where you go to school full-time so you were thick but it was muscle and toned. You have wavy brown hair, she had pin straight blonde hair. You are 5 feet 9 inches tall and she might be 5 feet 2 inches tall. You have always wondered why Mat chose you, you never saw it. But he loved you enough to marry you. You can’t help to wonder what you had done wrong. You took all online classes for the summer that way you could spend as much time with him as possible this off season.

You hadn’t realized how long you’d been sitting on the couch thinking until you hear the door to y’all’s apartment open and close. Mat walked over to you and leaned down to give you a kiss but stopped, “What’s wrong babes?” Deciding to still be passive aggressive and not having noticed that you had been crying, “Nothing Maty, just stressed with a couple assignment for my online class. Your dinner is in the fridge if you’re hungry.” Mat placed a quick kiss to your lips, “Thanks babes. I’ll warm it up after I shower.” You hum your response. “Okay, really what’s wrong Y/N?” You decide to just tell him part of whats wrong, 

“I miss you Mat, the only time we see each other anymore is first thing in the morning before you leave for the day. We haven’t had a meal together in months. I took these classes online that way we could spend time together, since we don’t get much time during the season.” Mat looked at you, “I’m sorry I actually have a job to do to pay our bills Y/N!” Mat yelled at you. You looked at him in shock, all during your relationship, he has never raised his voice toward you. And he has never made a comment about money, he always had that he wanted you to be able to focus on school and volleyball. That is why he convinced you to quit the small job you had in the first place. You slowly get up off the couch and make your way to the balcony of your apartment knowing that your anger was boiling over right now and didn’t want to say anything you’d regret. Mat doesn’t follow you, instead he makes his way to the bathroom that is in the master bedroom. As you sit, the anger starts to wash away, but is replaced by sadness. Completely heartbroken, you start to sob. Uncontrollable sobs leaving your body surprised even you. You hear the front door open and closed again and assume he left, so you don’t bother getting up and going inside, but then the sliding door that leads to the balcony where you are sitting opened and Tito’s smiling face appeared but vanished quickly once he saw you. Your brother has always been there for you no matter what. He is your twin after all. “Y/N/N, whats wrong? Wheres Barz?” “Teets, I think he’s been cheating on me,” you say as another sob leaves your mouth. He makes his way to pull you into his brotherly embrace,“What makes you think that?”  You explain everything to him, and even show him the picture. “I’m gonna kill him.” “No, Teets, he doesn’t even know that I have this picture yet. I printed it out and put it on his container of food in the fridge.” 

You two hear Mat, “Hey man, what are you doing here?” Anthony turns to look at him, “Just needed to talk to Y/N/N about our mom’s birthday gift. I gotta go now though. I’ll see you later man.” You’re glad he made it seem like nothing was wrong. As he left, you closed the sliding door again, and Mat made his way to the kitchen. You know it was a matter of seconds before he saw the picture. 

You begin sobbing again, not understanding what you did wrong. You had been sobbing so hard, it begins to make you gag, so you run to the bathroom and vomit. After you are done and you brush your teeth, you walk out of the bathroom and see Mat sitting on the bed looking at the photo. You can’t tell what he’s feeling until he looks at you standing up, “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE?!” Still heartbroken you yell back for the first time in the relationship, “HOW ELSE COULD I GO ABOUT THIS MATHEW!? I FIND OUT YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME FROM ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS ON INSTAGRAM! YOU’RE NEVER HOME AND WE NEVER TALK SO I BROUGHT IT UP THE ONLY WAY I KNEW YOU’D SEE IT!” Mat sat back down on the bed, “I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” “YOU’RE SORRY?! THAT’S ALL YOU CAN SAY?!” You begin sobbing again. He looks at you “I wasn’t cheating on you babe, I swear. She threw herself onto my lap and started kissing my neck. I was trying to nicely get her off. Right after this happened I pushed her off of me.” “You sure seemed to be enjoying it, Mathew.” “No Y/N this was right when she there herself onto me, I was laughing at something one of the guys said. You can call Ebs and ask him what went down.” You could tell by his voice and look that he was sincere, but you still called Ebs and he explained everything to you. 

“That doesn’t explain why you’re gone so much Mathew. Off season is your break, there’s no way you’re working out that much or have that many promos to do.” He signed, “You’re right, babe. I’m so sorry I’ve been a terrible husband and so distant lately. But being distant was the only way to not tell you what I was doing for you.” He get up and walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer and pulled out a folder. “I’ve been planning a trip for us and working with an agent to make sure I can do everything that you want. I was going to give it to you this weekend for our anniversary, but you deserve it right now. I’ve been a major ass lately and didn’t even realize the effect it had on you. I’m so sorry baby, please please forgive me.” You take the folder that he is handing you and open it. It is a whole 3 week backpack through Europe all planned out. “I know this is something you’ve wanted to do ever since you were little and I wanted to do it for you since you put up with me. You support me when no one else does. You believe in me when I can’t even believe in myself. You sacrifice so much for me. And you do all this while being a sexy, beautiful, smart, athletic, endearing wife. I want to do so much more for you because you deserve it, but I knew you’d probably be aggravated at me with how much this is, so I decided to not plan the rest and just go with the flow.” 

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You are an emotional wreck right now, completely speechless, you pull Mat into a passionate kiss. Soon you realize how much you need him and he realizes how much he needs you. He pulls you into a bruising kiss while walking you back to the bed until the back of your knees hit the bed, “Please let me show you how sorry I am and how much I love you baby.” You nod and he gently pushes you back onto the bed and crawls to hover over you. 

This day had turned from terrible to simply amazing, and you knew the night was about to get even better.

[justbeingbrookee]

I JUST WANT TO DO IT PT.11

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Can also read on AO3

Word count: 14,579 

So, I have realised I can't even trust myself to give a spoiler to a story because I change my mind a lot. This is the FINAL chapter of the story. It is the longest chapter I have ever done. I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Graphic sexual content.

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[The next morning]

The sun rises from left side of your bed every morning. Most days it doesn’t mean much to you, most days it’s just a sign that sleep is over and it’s time to get up for work. But today you are awake just before it rises past your or should you say Jimin’s window. The birds chirping woke you up but you just laid there listening to their little voices from afar and to Jimin’s breathing up close.

He still has his arms wrapped around your waist. Gentle yet protectively they lay placed on your body. So you stay like that watching the light slowly hit the curtains and the brightness filling up the whole room in its entirety. Signifying a new brighter beginning.

“Hm, are you awake?” Jimin speaks in a husky morning voice. Stretching his hands above his head.

“Yeah,” you say hurriedly feeling your face to see if you have anything between your eyes or at the edges of your mouth before turning around and facing him. Fuck, he still looks so good even in the morning. What kind of sorcery is this?

“Your hair is messy,” you reach up and put your fingers through his silky smooth hair. Okay, let’s be honest you have wanted to do that since you saw him again and ah, his hair even feels soft in the morning. How is this even fair?

As you’re about to complain about his perfect hair, Jimin grabs your wrist and pulls your hand to his lips.

Let’s not lie, your stomach does a couple of flips and you stare at him from under your eyelashes as you watch his succulent lips go down and brush against your skin.

“Oh, what brought this on?” You somehow manage to say under his trance.

“I just wanted to kiss what is mine,” he says in that deep sexy morning voice that you are just NOW fully starting to appreciate. His doing this on purpose isn’t he is, this cannot be normal morning everyday Jimin, can it?

But before you can even think about it, Jimin pulls you into him and kisses you on the cheek and then down to your neck whilst his hands clumsily fumble all over your body.

And you let him, you let his hands roam over your chest and down your stomach whilst his tongue flicks on your neck and his lips leave plush kisses. You feel his legs pressed against you and hear the heaviness in his breathing. ‘Ah, now this is a good morning,’ you think to yourself enjoying this way too much.

You are so deep in your own little world that it doesn’t even register where Jimin’s hands have landed, the sensation suddenly feels so familiar and natural that when his hands slide under your panties and he squeezes your ass the only thing you feel is pleasure and desire. Desire to have him and be devoured by him right here and right now but then alarm bells start ringing in your head.

This isn’t right…Yes, of course you want Jimin but not yet…you’re not ready to go there again…just yet.

So you take a deep breath before grabbing a hold of Jimin’s hands still on your ass and slightly shifting away from him. He stops in his tracks and looks up at you.

“Can we wait, Jimin, I’m just not ready yet,” you move his hands and as you place them back on his body you spot his soldier strong at attention. That gives you so much more joy and pleasure than you would ever admit to anyone and the corners of your mouth twitch up in amusement.

“We said a fresh start, to me that means we haven’t kissed, hugged or even had our first date yet and you already want to get some,” you shake your head at him playfully.

Jimin suddenly bursts out laughing. His angelic laughter fills the whole room and your heart. You had missed it so much.

“You really are something else, I tell you,” he says when he finally stops laughing.

“What about the cuddling and spending a night at my place, which stage is that?” He gives you a cheeky grin as if he has just proven you wrong.

“Ah, technically we made up last night so that doesn’t count and the cuddling or spooning was all you so….oh, I just remembered what you said last night if I crossed over to your section of the bed but look what happened, how are you going to be punished.” You look up and down his body trying to figure out what to do to him and then on impulse you reach your hands out and pinch his nipples.

“Ahh,” he screams covering and rubbing his chest.

And you almost fall of the bed laughing. “I’m sorry Jimin,” you apologise not really sorry and cover your hand over your mouth to try and quieten your laugh.

“Oh, okay I will get you back, come here,” he leans closer to you and drags you back into his embrace. You can’t stop giggling and screaming at the same time as you pretend to fight his hold on you whilst secretly enjoying his touch.

“You play too much __, but I understand what you are saying, I can wait for you as long you want,” he whispers in your left ear before nibbling on it and subsequently sending a tingle down your spine and red hot heat between your legs. The unfairness of it all.

“Thank you,” a little whimper comes out of you as he carries on.

And then says “I just have one condition, I want us to live together here. I can’t bear to be apart from you anymore.” His voice is serious yet full of nervousness. You turn around and stare deep into his hazel eyes. And you see the earnestness they convey.

Moving in together, living with a man, full time…24/7. You move your eyes to the left and to the right…You don’t have much time to think about this.

You love Jimin, but you love your own space…so living with someone will mean from morning to night...365 days in a year you will see them. You gulp and scratch the back of your neck….Aish, this is a big deal you’re going to have to share everything…

“It’s okay, if it’s too soon, I just missed you in the time we were apart and I can wait,” Jimin’s lukewarm eyes and smile melt all your worries away.

“Let’s do it, I will move in with you but,” you put your index finger up and attempt to give him a serious look.

“But?” he bites his bottom lip.

“I’m not getting rid of my apartment. Just in case you annoy me and I need a place to stay.”

“That sounds fair, or if you annoy me and I kick you out,” he grins.

“You wouldn’t dare, Park Jimin,” you shout his name and punch him on his shoulder.

“You are right, you scare me,” he pretends to shake in fear.

“You better be scared,” you giggle at his silliness.

“Let’s seal this new agreement with a kiss,” he puckers his lips out and closes his eyes.

“Ew, no, what level of cheesiness is this Jimin,” you make a face and fold your arms over your chest.

He opens one of his eyes “No kiss no deal,” he says and you slowly lean in, resigned that this is the guy you fell in love with. But as you do your phone starts to ring. So you quickly give Jimin a peck on the lips before turning over and answering it.

 “Hello,” you answer. It turns out to be the manager of your firm, you had left him in charge whilst you came here to deal with everything. It surprisingly feels like a life time ago.

“Have you seen the news, check the financial times now?” He says sounding alarmed.

“What am I looking for?” You reply putting him on speaker phone and minimising the call screen to open the financial times app. “Just check, you will know when you see it, it’s on the front page.”

When the app finally loads and you read the heading of the main story you gasp. Shocked!

“You see it, you see it right?” he asks too excited.

“Calm down, hold on let me read it first?”

You blink a few times not believing your eyes but it’s there in black and white.

‘CEO fired and under investigation for illegal bribery and the running of blacklisting scheme of employees’

“How? Why?”

“An undercover reporter broke the news, he has receipts, statements, video and voice recordings and emails confirming everything. I don’t see how his going to get away with this.”

“Wow and I had a meeting today at that company.”

“I wouldn’t go if I was you, I heard that there’s press all over the building. People are coming out that have been blacklisted and there’s already talk of lawsuits.”

You try to absorb everything that is going on, the company you called your second home at one point in your life is now like this, you will always be grateful for the opportunity they gave you but a part of you is relieved you got out when you did and even though it was a hard journey you have somehow landed on your feet and you’re doing pretty well for yourself.

Your screen starts flashing and you already recognise the number.

“Let me call you back, their calling me right now.”

“Okay, okay, bye.”

You answer the other phone and a female voice speaks. You find out she is Hoseok’s secretary and long story short she wants to cancel the appointment you had with him today and you inform her that it’s okay and politely end the call.

“Ohmygosh,” you scream and shake your head. “Ahh, is this life,” you kick the covers off your legs and turn to a puzzled Jimin before jumping on top of him and placing both your hands on his cheeks and leaving tender kisses on his forehead down to his nose and finally on his lips multiple times.

“You’re this happy,” he just looks at you stunned. But you don’t care, you just nod your head and grin like a giddy girl.

Then a realisation occurs, “where’s the TV remote?”

You turn it ON, to the business channel and find Hoseok on there giving a speech. You move closer to the television and listen intently to what his saying, most of it is just waffle but then the important part comes…

“As of now, I have been appointed the temporary CEO of the firm and we will cooperate with the authorities fully regarding all the allegations”

Your mouth hangs open, Hoseok is now the CEO, wow. To be honest you are not mad at him, he worked his way up honestly and if they can survive this. The company will be in better hands with Hoseok as their CEO.

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 [The domestic side of a relationship]

When Jimin had first suggested moving in together, you had been very apprehensive about it, you like your space and being in that environment where you can just be yourself and not pretend or try to hide little imperfections. But after a few weeks of living with Jimin you now realise the importance of actually living together with the person you love. Because in order to move on in your relationship it’s important to know if you are compatible enough to live together and let’s just say living with Jimin has been a very….interesting and entertaining experience.

“Jimin, I’m so full,” you rub your belly and stretch your body. You are laying on the fluffy white carpet in the living room floor and Jimin is there next to you. The one good thing is at least now you have some sort of cooking routine going on. You cook some days and Jimin the others.

“Aish, Jimin you tricked me?” You shuffle your body around and now your heads are touching but your bodies are facing the opposite direction.

“How so?”

“You literally only know how to cook one meal really well, you’re as shitty of a cook as me, how is that going to work.”

He starts giggling and you can feel his head shaking. So you crane your head back and look at the ceiling and the beautiful patterns above it.

“I never lied I just offered the best of my skills at the beginning, do you want us to take some cooking lessons?”

You internally swear at him, you know his not serious but two can play that game.

“Yeah, we should and it’s really romantic and….” You pause before finishing your sentence. You were about to make a joke ‘and the chef will be a tall built guy and you know what they say about chefs’ but you decide to backtrack and not mention it instead you say…

“you will have flour on your face and you will wrap your arms around me as you put on my apron, ah, let’s do, let’s sign up now,” you clap your hands in an attempt to sell your lie.

“I preferred it when you told me to fuck off, your jokes are lame,” he turns his body to the side and you shuffle yours around until you are facing him before pouting, making little sounds with your mouth closed and shaking your shoulders up and down. “But I w-a-n-n-a go,” you pucker your lips some more and try to make a sad face as you move even closer to him and snuggle up to his shoulder.

“When did you learn that move….please and I say this because I love you never do that again.”

And you burst out into a fit a laughter. “You are a piece of shit, you know that Jimin.”

He wraps his arms around you tightly and then whispers “A piece of shit, you can’t live without.”

You roll your eyes in pure amusement.

[Wings]

As more time went on one thing you are grateful to your sister for is the Zumba DVD’s you tried one day when you were bored at her place. And surprisingly the DVD’s where not that bad and you liked the salsa feel of everything. Just moving your body to the music, even if you are not that great at it and letting go of everything for an hour is very therapeutic and freeing.

Which is why when you moved back to the city you bought your own Zumba DVD’s and now you regularly use them to work out in Jimin’s or better yet both your living room.

So, on one faithful day after finishing a tough and intense workout you turn on the stereo and play the wings album so when the first track comes on <boy meets evil> you begin the cool down stretches. It’s a good thing you have on your black Nike leggings and a matching black sports bra on because it gives you the freedom to be as flexible as you want without any constricts.

With your legs spread in opposite directions you lean in and feel the stretch on your inner thighs but as you are coming back up you hear the front door opening and you open one of your eyes to find Jimin entering the living room.

“Do you want me to go to the bedroom?” He quietly whispers pointing at the bedroom.

Aw, honestly, living together with Jimin you had expected to have no privacy and to be thoroughly annoyed at having someone in your space but Jimin is so considerate when it comes to you having your me time when you are  working out, reading a book or whatever you’re doing to relax. And it’s also nice to spend time with someone, to get to know each other’s thoughts and worries.

“No, its okay, I’m almost finished, just stretching now,” you say stretching your neck.

Jimin comes over and sits on the couch that you pushed back so that you had plenty of room to workout.

Then the next song comes on <blood, sweat and tears> a naughty idea creeps up into your head.

“Jimin are you ready for round 2?”

“Round 2?” he asks giving you a confused look.

“Round 2 of my dancing.”

His face instantly drops “What did we say about that?” he says with a wtf not this shit again face.

But you ignore him and when the first words come out from the stereo….

♫ nae pi ttam nunmul ♫

 You feel the music and begin to dance, you move your hands over your head and attempt to copy the dance moves you have seen many times in the music video. The music takes over you and you flap around the living room, even copying the move when they grab their belt and move their hips from side to side.

♫ Peaches and cream, Sweeter than sweet, Chocolate cheeks ♫

You sing this part to Jimin as you try to be sensual all of a sudden. He just leans back into the sofa, silent and watches you successfully making a fool out of yourself.

♫ wonhae manhi manhi manhi yah ♫

You carry on dancing, even putting your hands up and jumping when the manhi mahni part comes up. You see the corners of Jimin’s mouth twitch up and almost lose focus. You opt to ignore him and raise your hands even higher and jump harder when the manhi manhi part is repeated.

♫ Kiss me on the lips lips ♫

You lip sing those words to Jimin and place your two fingers on your lips and bite your bottom lip when you send the air kisses his way. Before collapsing onto the floor on your knees and flipping your hair around in an extremely exaggerated manner (Oh gosh, why am I doing this again). You then look up at Jimin and his now leaning forward on the sofa with his hands clasped together watching you.

You hear the best part coming and you raise yourself up and quickly dash for the jacket on the side and just place it over your shoulders without putting your arms in. When you hear your favourite part you shake your shoulder’s back and the jacket falls off. You raise your head all seductively like before sliding to the left, to the right and back to the left again. Then you smile at Jimin because you know you nailed it. He just licks his lips and indicates with his finger for you to come towards him.

To which you do happily. You walk towards him and sit on his lap.

“Kiss me on the lips lip,” he mouths grabbing your chin delicately and moving your face down towards him. And he does kiss you on the lips, soft and tenderly his lips prey on yours. Knowing exactly where to land and when to move, you kiss him back. Adrenaline still in your veins, sweat dripping down your neck. You close your eyes and engross yourself in this tender kiss.

[Dirty fun]

You know what they say, time flies when you’re in love. Do they say that? Anyways, a lot has happened in these past months, you have met Jimin’s family and even though you were very nervous it went better than you expected. He has a younger brother who is mischievous but kind hearted. His mother is beautiful and very youthful, she welcomed you with open arms. The highlight was seeing Jimin and his father, they are very close and it explains why Jimin always loves to tell you stories about him.

Today you and Jimin went to visit your sister and Yoongi, which was an interesting experience. Of course when your sister found out about you and Jimin being back together she wasn’t too thrilled but after some time she adjusted to it and when she met Jimin in person she completely fell in love with him. Yoongi, likes him as well you can tell but of course he had to test Jimin to see if he was really serious about you.

Overall, it was a good day except when you and Jimin decided to go for a walk and you both ended up falling onto the muddy ground and getting both your clothes muddy. What made it even worse was that the water wasn’t working at your sister’s house so you couldn’t even wash up and had to travel back home in dirty muddy clothes.

“I’m going in the shower first,” you had said entering the apartment.

“No, let me, you take forever in there, I will only be 5 minutes,” Jimin says already unbuttoning his shirt.

He does have a point, for some reason his showers are only 15 minutes but you spend more than half an hour in there.

“Okay, but be quick, I don’t like feeling this dirty,” you say sitting on the floor and watching him walk towards the bathroom.

You get your phone out and go on his twitter since you are bored. Jimin sure loves to take selfies and little cute videos of himself. Their even a few pictures and videos of you on his page. Some you look surprised because you were not ready for the pictures and other times they are just pictures of you two together doing something boring like cooking or sitting on your laptop stressing over work.

After about 20 minutes of scrolling down Jimin’s page you start to wonder why he hasn’t come out yet. You wait for a few more minutes but then you decide that you can’t wait any longer. He has a separate bathtub and a shower in there. If his still using the shower you will just go into the bathtub.

You enter the bathroom to find Jimin not in the shower as you expected but relaxed in the bathtub full of bubbles.

“Really Jimin, what are you doing in there?” You cross your arms and shake your head.

He opens his eyes and turns to look at you.

“I’m sorry __, I forgot to tell you, after my shower I just felt like having a bath to unwind.”

You call bullshit but you feel too stuffy to care so you remove your clothing one by one not looking at Jimin. It’s only when you are about to remove your bra that you realise you haven’t been fully naked in front Jimin in…more than a year. For a second you contemplate putting your clothes back on and going to your apartment to take a shower but it seems like a lot of effort and his seen it all before anyways.

So you remove everything and quickly hop into the shower. When the warm water hits your naked body. You let out a pleasurable sigh, you have never felt this much joy when taking a shower before. You ignore Jimin who is across from you and just let the water run down your body and clean all the dirt from your skin. You clean your body with soap and a towel and rinse off all the mud until you feel like a new person.

“Feels good doesn’t it,” Jimin says leaning on the edge of the tub whilst his eyes scan your body. You take a big towel and wrap it around your body and walk towards him.

“Did you enjoy the show?” You say sitting on the base of the white bathtub.

He just smiles.

“I’m done now, I will leave you to enjoy your bath.”

He slowly moves his wet hand out of the water and places it over yours. You look down at your hands and notice how they fit together perfectly. You almost squeal but just about manage to compose yourself (why does he still have this effect on me).

“Join me for a bit, please?” He asks, at first you try to avoid his eyes because you know if you meet them, it’s game over but then you feel a light squeeze on your hand and a feathery caress on your skin from his thumb and you know it’s already over.

You stand up, suddenly shy and drop the towel. Then you place one foot into the bubbles and then another before sliding down and feeling the warmth of the water on your body. You sit down comfortably facing Jimin.

“Nice isn’t it,”

“I guess,” you say still shy.

“Can I ask you something?”

You look up at Jimin for the first time.

“Go for it.”

“What do you think about us living together?”

“Honestly?” You ask not really knowing what else to say to that question.

“Honestly…and we can call this honesty hour, anything you say stays here,” he sits up slightly.

You think about it for a few seconds, a lot of thoughts go through your head.

“It’s different living with a guy, when we first moved in together I had these dreams of us living like this forever, having children and getting married,” you pause and look at him. They tell you not to mention having children or marriage when dating. Apparently, that scares guys away. But Jimin doesn’t look fazed by it.

“And now,” he adds to your unfinished sentence.

“And now, I realise how delusional I was. I see married people with children and it looks easy and sometimes I’m like yes, I want that too but living with you I realised that it’s a journey and that you don’t wake up one day and have all that but instead you should take it a day at a time. Get to know the person’s fears and learn to compromise. I know that sounds weird…”

“No, I understand what you mean and I appreciate you telling me that.”

“And you, what has it been like living with me?” You ask Jimin but as soon as you ask him you wish to take it back.

“I love it, you nag a lot but I love it still. I think I’m infatuated with every single thing about you, your smile, the way you laugh. Your lips, eyes, thighs, even your voice. I am sick and you are my medicine.”

You place your hand over your face and let out a little laugh. “Here, I thought I would get a serious answer.”

“I am being serious,” he pouts and blows some bubbles your way.

The bubbles don’t reach you but you get a handful of bubbles and blow them towards his direction.

“Oh, did you decide if you’re going to apply for the position as the head concept artist?” The question suddenly occurs in your mind.

And Jimin’s smile disappears. “I don’t know if I’m qualified enough for that, they want someone with a college degree, I just feel as though, this is as far as I can go.”

Your heart almost breaks.

“Forget about the qualifications, do you think you can do the job?”

He looks down “I know I’m perfect for the job….but I’m scared and I just feel as though maybe I made mistakes in the past and that maybe I should have gotten a degree then I would be confident enough to apply,” he speaks quickly in a low voice.

And now your hearts broken. You don’t like hearing Jimin doubt himself especially when you know how talented he is.

You slide over to Jimin’s side of the bathtub until there is nothing between you but a few bubbles.

“Look at me Jimin?” You speak. He slowly lifts his head up and then your eyes meet. His eyes give him away, he wants this but his afraid. You know that feeling so well.

“I know you Park Jimin, YOU are better than all those people with all those fancy degrees. I’m guessing a head concept artist will have to manage the team, can the team even function without you?”

He slowly shakes his head.

“Exactly, my degree also involved business management aspects, do you know what that involved, doing business reports and presentations. You have been doing all that for many years. I say if you want it just apply, the only thing you will lose is your time.”

A big smile forms on his face. “You’re right, I’m going to do it.”

“Yeah,” you grin back at him before sneakily leaning in to give him a kiss. When you try to move back a strong pair of arms wrap around you, holding you close.

“You can’t just do that and expect me to let you go.”

“Do you know how wrong that sounds?”

“It only sounds wrong to your dirty mind.”

“I love you Jimin,” you announce proudly. You wish you had more hours in the day so you could show him how much you love him and how much you want to please him. This man is all you need in the world.

Today, you will show him.

So you place both your hands over his cheeks and take in this beauty with your eyes. The crinkles in his eyes, the beautiful shape of his nose, his lips that are calling for you now. You leave your eyes open and kiss him. You watch as his face awakens when your lips touch his. You take in his taste as his lips move along with yours and your body heats up. You want to taste all of him. So you kiss him once more before slowly lowering your mouth from his succulent lips down to the curve of his neck.

“__, are you okay?” He tries to joke but his voice breaks when your lips start to trail downwards across his shoulders. You continue to kiss him all the way down to his firm defined chest.

“Jimin….” You start to say but lose focus when your hands roam up his body and your lips begin to suck his left nipple. (What is possessing you to do this?) His body tenses up, you can feel it beneath your touch. Your mouth moves to his right nipple and you hear a little whimper escape his mouth. That turns you on even more. Pleasing Jimin is your only mission. You want him to cry your name, to beg for more…ah.

You stop abruptly, crazed with lust and take a moment to look at Jimin’s confused composure.

“Jimin…can I….please you,” you breathe not breaking the intense eye contact. He just nods not trusting his voice again and you slide your hand under the water…………

And you feel it, all of Jimin is in your hand. This is something unexpected, you never thought you would miss the feeling of Jimin being between the clasp of your hand.

You look up at him and bite your bottom lip. “Oh my, how I have missed this,” you motion your hand up and down his long shaft.

“Now, you realise that…ah,” he breathes deeply when you begin to smoothly rub your thumb over his tip. You feel him grow slightly between your hand. That only gets you more excited. But you want to see him….play with him…..lick him. (what has gotten into you?)

“Jimin, I wanna taste you,” your heartbeat speeds up and you reach in for a kiss. He grabs a hold of your hair and brings you closer into his embrace. You kiss passionately in the tub as you taste the sweetness of his mouth and the desperation of his tongue as it twirls around yours. You are both lost, all rational thoughts gone out the window. You want each other, you more so want to please Jimin, to have him beg for more. So you move your hand back down and Jimin freezes.

He places his hands on the sides of the bathtub and lifts himself up until his seated on the surface. You look up at him confused and then the side of his mouth twitches up and you look down to view the full glory of his throbbing pink penis.

“Ohh, Jimin,” you giggle. Utterly and uncontrollably horny now.

“I haven’t been the only thing, that has missed you,” he glares at you with fire in his eyes.

You bite your bottom lip and take a big gulp. It’s been so long since you last saw something so beautiful. You place your hand back on him and rotate your hand around him slowly at first and then faster.

“I never realised how beautiful a cock can be until now, Jimin,” you slowly lower your head and lick the tip of him.

“Oh,” Jimin breathes and that turns you on even more. You lick him and let your mouth have your way with him, you lower your mouth onto his long thick dick and just let it take over you. You go up and down, at first slowly, sucking him in.

“Ah, yeah, __,” Jimin moans. And then quickly with such an agency. Then you go down again but this time you don’t stop when you feel him scrape your throat, instead you carry on, feeling him deeper in your mouth. Your eyes well up and you carry on wanting to please him. “Ah, fuckkk,” he moans and that’s when you slowly come back up for air.

“You like that Jimin,” you mouth as you look up to find a very aroused Jimin panting and grinning. He reaches down and places his hand on the side of your face.

“So fucking good, __,” he says in a hoarse voice which causes a tingle between your legs. You are so horny at this point that you are even tempted to just hop on his dick and ride him until tomorrow.

And as if Jimin can hear your thoughts his moves his hands lower onto your breasts and begins to play with them.

“So soft…” he whispers before grabbing you by the arms and lifting you up. You move without any thoughts as he plays with your nipples so intently. Your eyes roll back as you enjoy the wetness of his mouth on your breasts. He devours your hard nipples with his wet mouth and you forget what your name was.

“mHmm,” you moan. Letting the pleasure take over you. You are meant to be pleasing him, you remember so you return your hand back to his manhood and begin to give him a sensual massage.

“I want to try something,” you lean back away from him and reluctantly Jimin listens so he leans back and rests his hands on the surface.

You cover your breasts with your hands and move closer to him. Then you lean down and place your breasts over his penis. You move them up and down covering him. You go slowly at first before picking up the pace. Jimin lets out a little moan and then tilts his head back. His enjoying it, you can even feel him throbbing between your breasts. You carry on moving up and down and then you decide you miss the taste of him again.

“Ahh, __ when did you learn to do this shit, oh fuck,” Jimin lets out when your mouth returns to him. You are too unwound now, all control you had gone. So you suck him in with much more force, only remembering to keep your mouth away from him. His hand lowers to your side, to gently move your hair away from your face but you don’t even notice it as your mouth goes lower into him and sucks him in.

“Oh shit, I’m about…..” and he explodes in your mouth. You watch him as he comes down from his release, his chest moving up and down, sweat dripping down his temple. Eyes on you and then you swallow.

You have never swallowed before, you didn’t think you would do it now but something just compelled you to try.

“You have a sweet taste,” you say truthfully. Maybe that means he eats a lot of good food, you don’t know but at this moment as you stare at Jimin watching you astonished at what you just did, you couldn’t be any happier.

[A secret]

Dear Diary,

I have a secret I have been keeping from Jimin, it’s not anything major but I think his starting to suspect me and I don’t know exactly how to tell him.

You hear the doorbell ring and you already know who it is so you hide your diary under your bed and take a deep breath ready to face him.

“I thought you’d be here,” Jimin says entering your old apartment. It looks a lot emptier now.

“I just wanted to get something, I have not been gone that long,” you say lying.

“What are you looking for, maybe I can help you,” he walks in looking at the empty living room then he sees a light in your bedroom and starts walking towards it.

Shit, you left the laptop on.

You rush towards the bedroom, slip in front of him, jump on the bed and slam the laptop shut. (Well fuck, if he didn’t suspect something was up before, he sure as hell is going to think so now.)

You sit up on the bed and force an innocent smile.

“__, is there something you’re hiding from me?” he asks looking more hurt than anything else.

You get up and try to put your hand on his shoulder but he shrugs it off. Maybe you should just tell him… “Jimin I….it’s…..(you can’t do it) nothing,” you lower your head too ashamed to face him.

“I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt __ and not to jump to any conclusions but every now and again you sneak down here for hours on end and you won’t even tell me why, am I asking for too much?”

“no, it’s just…I can’t say.”

“I have told you everything about me….I have shown you everything, I have no secrets from you __,”

Your heart sinks, you want to tell him, but you just don’t know how to.

“I know and please trust me Jimin, it’s nothing.”

“How can I trust you if you won’t tell me why you disappear down here for so long, is there another guy?”

When he says those words, you feel as though a knife has just been placed in your heart. Yes, you were stupid in the past and you regret it every single day but you had thought, you and Jimin’s relationship had moved past that.

“Are you seriously asking me that,” you fume, unable to control your anger. The guilt you had thought was gone building up.

“What else am I supposed to think, it’s not like it hasn’t happened in the past,” as soon as Jimin says it, he wishes he could take it back.

“Ha, that’s a fucking low blow Jimin, GET OUT,” you shout furious now.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” Jimin says.

“I SAID GET OUT,” you begin to push him out of the apartment, unable to control your anger now. And he just looks at you lost, but he listens to you and walks towards the entrance.

“Can we talk about it,” he attempts once more.

“No, I don’t feel like talking, I will stay here for now.” You slam the door and head to your bedroom and slam the door in there before collapsing onto the floor.

‘Fuck,’ you shout before wrapping your arms around your legs and closing your eyes to think. What just happened, how did that even escalate to this point? You breathe in a few times and try to think everything over clearly. Maybe you should have just told him the truth. But does that excuse him asking if you’re cheating? You know you are not, but maybe to Jimin that thought will always be in the back of his mind because of the past. You never speak about it, it’s always awkward when something related to cheating appears on a TV show you are watching or when a celebrities is caught cheating. It’s just something you both try to avoid. Like the big elephant in the room that is always with you both.

But you have had enough of it now, if he doesn’t trust you yet and still questions your faithfulness even to this day then fuck him, you will stay here for now. You were smart to keep this apartment. You agree with yourself and get up from the floor, go to the bed and switch on your laptop.

When everything loads up you end up on the webpage you were on before. The very one that caused you to jump on this bed and slam the laptop shut. Which resulted in this whole argument.

You press play on the video. Suddenly there’s a bitter taste in your mouth. You only wanted to watch a bl drama in peace. Addicted (Heroin) is such a good drama and you just cannot explain how watching two Chinese guys falling in love is so entertaining to you.

That is your secret, lame isn’t it? Oh, one of the guys is being carried and you forget what you were thinking about. You find yourself, giggling and entranced in the show that the hours go by and when you finally reach the end it is so late that you decide just to sleep without having dinner.

The next morning you feel weird, empty even. You check your phone to find no messages. You had expected Jimin to at least text you but nothing. You get ready and luckily you find a few work clothes still in your apartment.

……………

Work is work but today it seems extra tiresome, people are annoying you more easily and your patience is rather thin.

You check your phone again and nothing from Jimin. This only fuels your annoyance of him and the whole situation.

So you decide to tackle the most tedious work that you have been avoiding, you get the files out of the drawers and begin to work. Soon the time begins to fly and before you know it, it is already 8pm. You look out of your office to find only one other person left.

You decide maybe it’s time to go back home.

………………..

Soon you find yourself walking up the stairs towards Jimin’s apartment but now you are tired, angry and hungry. Plus, annoyed that he didn’t even text you once this whole fucking day. The only thing that can save him from your wrath is a miracle.

You open the door and find Jimin sitting in front of the television watching the news.

“You are seriously watching the news and you didn’t even check to see if I was alive or not,” ohh you are fuming today. All the anger you had managed to store up all day long is about to come out now.

Jimin just stares at you then checks his phone. “I see zero messages from you,” he says unfazed.

“Are you serious?”

He stands up and walks towards you. “Why are you so mad, I should be the one angry, are you ready to have a calm conversation now,” he crosses his hands over his chest.

“How can I have a calm conversation when I know you don’t trust me. Do you think I cheat on your every time I’m not with you, did I cheat on you today?”

“Only you can answer that.”

Ohhh, that boils your anger. You reach your hand up about to slap Jimin but his too fast and his hand grabs your wrist. He forces you back until your back slams onto the door and traps you there with both his arms.

“What are you doing?” You push him and he moves aside. You walk away backwards but then you trip on something and land on the floor. Embarrassed now, you freeze not sure what to do?

Jimin comes down towards you and his about to touch you but you smack his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” you try to move back but he grabs your hips and moves you closer to him.

“If it’s not true, answer my question,” Jimin hovers over you. Without thinking, you reach your hand out again and slap Jimin on the face. This time your hand connects. He grunts and chokes you. You fight him back, with all your power and roll over.

Now you sit on top of Jimin’s body and begin to hit his chest. He instantly grabs your arms and lifts his body up.

“Let go off me,” you shout. But he doesn’t say anything instead he moves your body back onto the floor and his hovers over yours.

Your anger is uncontrollable now, you just want to hit him. You glare at him for a second as he hovers over you, his hands still placing yours in a grid lock and then he does something you never expected.

He leans down and kisses you. With such force and determination that you are taken aback. You feel his lips press onto yours and you don’t move, you try to fight back, to say something but then the hate you had, the anger you were just feeling quickly disappears and you wonder why you were so mad at Jimin in the first place.

And you do the only thing feasible, you begin to kiss him back. His hold on your arms suddenly gone, you wrap your hands around his neck and move your lips in rhythm with his. You feel his wet plump lips move against yours and you melt.

He slowly begins to raise himself with you in his arms and you follow his lead.

“I trust you, completely __, I trust you more than anyone else in this world, forgive me for doubting you,” he passionately kisses you again. A tingle goes down your spine as you take in his apology, his sincere voice and his lips.

You break from the kiss and say “I’m sorry for being a dick, when I snuck off to my apartment I was secretly watching bl dramas?”

A confused face appears. “What’s bl?”

“Boys love,” you say lowering your head. It is silent for a few seconds and then Jimin begins to laugh. You look up at him and his laughing so hard, his head tilted back and his hand is covering his face.

“Is that all, why did you feel the need to hide that?” He finally asks.

You just shrug your shoulders. (Why did you feel you had to hide that?)

“I don’t know,” is all you manage to say.

“Come here, you silly billy,” you snuggle into him as his hands wrap around you.

And just like that, your secret is revealed and the crazy thing is Jimin doesn’t give a shit.

“But seriously, I’m sorry Jimin, it’s just we never talk about anything related to that situation.”

“I know, I trust you completely but it’s just….I try to forget that ever happened.”

You lean back and look up at him.

“I thought that that would be better but it’s not working for me Jimin, it happened and it will always be a part of our past.”

“I know, it bothers me as well.”

“We should change that. Do you know how many cheating jokes I have passed up,” you try to make light of this heavy conversation.

Surprisingly it makes Jimin laugh a little.

“You always know how to make me laugh __,” he leans in and kisses your forehead softly. You close your eyes and feel the touch of his lips. “I did miss your cheating jokes, for some reason that’s your speciality.”

“Oii,” you push him back and start laughing.

“So which jokes didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, how am I supposed to remember them now, oh, wait so do you remember that time we were….”

The funny thing is, you and Jimin’s relationship isn’t perfect. You argue and quickly make up. You have disagreements and sometimes he bores the shit out of you and probably vice versa. There are times when he locks himself upstairs on the roof just painting and you miss him but you respect that that is his time. I think that’s what a relationship is, isn’t it. A fucking rollercoaster ride.

[Jungkook]

“I’m pregnant,” your sister screams over the phone.

“Aw, Congratulations, you and Yoongi really are on it.”

“Shh, we are just like any other regular married couple.”

“hehe, I’m joking, I’m happy for you guys.”

Then there’s silence on the other line.

“Listen to me, I had forgotten about…you know what happened…”

Ah, it dawns on you then, what she means. It’s been a long time since you had the miscarriage and it’s true what they say, you never forget what happened and no matter how much time passes it will always be a part of you.

“It’s fine, honestly, I’m happy for you and Yoongi. I don’t want you to feel guilty about being excited about this baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, so how far gone are you now?”

“13 weeks, I’m in the second trimester.”

“Oh, have you had any symptoms?”

“Have I….” And she begins to tell you every single detail about the pregnancy. You listen and make fun of her whenever possible. There’s going to be a new addition in your family and because of that you decide to go shopping and buy the little one a present.

It’s the afternoon and you have already checked out a good number of baby shops but you just haven’t found anything yet. Then you spot an inflatable football, you stop in front of it and stare. For some reason, you can’t quite put your mind to it. Something draws you to this football, so without much thought you decide to purchase it.

And as you’re walking out of the shop you bump into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you apologise.

“__, is that you?” You hear a velvety voice and look up.

“Jungkook,” you mouth stunned. Wow, you want to say, he has more muscles but his still lean. He looks good, hm.

“How have you been, it’s been too long…Can I get you a coffee?”

Woah, your brain is going into overdrive trying to compute whatever this situation is? A part of you wants to say no thanks Jungkook, I can’t but he didn’t do anything wrong and you owe him this much. So you agree and go across the street at the coffee shop together with him.

“You haven’t changed, you know that. Well maybe a little, you look happier,” he says leaning in on the table.

You just smile at him.

“You look good yourself and congratulations on your company going public,” you were reluctant to say that last sentence.

That makes him smile. “Oh, so you have been keeping tabs on me.”

“Jungkook you are all over the news, your company went public on the stock exchange markets and in a few days you become a billionaire. As an accountant if I didn’t know that, I wouldn’t be very good at my job.”

“hmm, true, it still hasn’t sunk in yet.”

“What? That you’re a billionaire now.”

“Yeah, and that I lost you,” he places his hand over yours and you look down at both your hands.

This feels like one of those moments in films when time stops and the next decision the person makes will change their life forever.

………….

“I’m flattered Jungkook but…me and Jimin worked it out and we are together now,” you say sliding your hand under the table.

He just nods his head a few times.

“I understand but you can’t blame a guy for trying one last time.”

You give him an awkward smile then the table becomes silent. Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this, you didn’t want to hurt him again.

“I saw you coming out of the baby shop, are you…” he leaves the sentence hanging.

“Oh, no, it’s my sister, she’s pregnant,” you say reaching inside the bag for the football and showing it to him.

“It looks exactly like the one I got for our (he chokes up)…I’m sorry.”

It hits you then why you were so compelled to buy this football, it looked like the one Jungkook had gotten for your baby. When you had lost the baby you had been such a mess that it took until you were back at your sisters to call him and tell him. To be honest you don’t know how he had taken the news, he had listened as you said what happened and that was it. You had tried to call him a few times but you could never reach each other. One thing you feel shitty about is not telling Jungkook in person.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, I should have told you what happened in person.”

“Don’t worry about it __, it’s in the past now.”

And for some reason you believe him or you want to believe him. You talk for a few more minutes about lighter subjects and then as you are leaving the café Jungkook says.

“Don’t be a stranger now.”

“I won’t, good luck with everything Jungkook.”

“You too __” he says before he turns away and starts walking the opposite way. He doesn’t turn around once but just carries on walking away. You watch him getting smaller and you already know that this will be the last time you will see him. It feels like you are finally closing that chapter in your life.

[Fifty shades of Jimin]

In your heart and mind you are now finally ready to do it with Jimin. How he has waited this long is beyond you but it makes you love him even more that he has. And what better day to do it than today.

Jimin is going to be presenting and demonstrating the new game to the world. He took a chance and applied for the head concept artist job and he got it. That also meant he had a raise in his salary which is good because he spoilt you a little bit or at least he tried to but the concept of someone else buying something for you when you have your own money is still new but you are getting better at accepting gifts from him.

“Let me help you Jimin,” you walk towards Jimin with nothing on but a matching baby pink bra and panties and help him to finish buttoning the few remaining buttons on his shirt.

“Today, is a big day, I don’t want you to have to do anything,” you grab his favourite tie and put it around his neck.

“I’m proud of baby, you did it,” you finish with his tie and bend over to get the small box containing a new pair of cufflinks.

“I got these for you, it’s always been a dream to buy these,” you say putting the yellow diamond cufflinks on him.

“You have such weird dreams,” he lifts you up onto the dresser.

“Thank you, for being my rock,” he stares deep into your eyes and caresses your cheek with his hand before his thumb presses up to your lips.

“What would you say, if I said I wanted us to be together forever,” he says and you try to look for a hint of a joke on his face.

“I would say forever is only for teenagers,” when you say the words you instantly see his face changing.

“We don’t know what the future holds to promise each other forever but I will say, right now, I love you more than anything else in the world and I can’t see myself spending my days with anyone else.”

“Basically, you’re saying forever.”

“Yes!”

“But in a more poetic way.”

“Yes!”

“Is it to late to take back my forever?”

“You fucking shit,” you push Jimin and giggle.

“Let me put on my dress,” you hop off the dresser and grab your dark blue dress or the black and yellow dress.

“Which one do you prefer?” You ask showing Jimin both the dresses.

He tilts his head to the side. “The yellow one, it brings out the colours of your eyes,” you look at the dresses again, not trusting his opinion but in the end you choose the black and yellow dress and as you are zipping your dress up you turn to Jimin.

“Can you help me out please,” you ask pointing at the dress.

“Sure,” he comes over and helps to zip up the dress. “You look stunning, __,” he twirls you around before planting a quick peck on your lips. You blush.

Then brush his lips with your finger once, removing your red lipstick.

You finish getting ready together, it’s fun. You can tell Jimin is a little nervous about going on stage but you do everything you can to help him relax and get comfortable.

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When you arrive at the conference, you and Jimin are instantly separated. He has to go backstage and prepare everything and you are left in the waiting area with the other guests. Luckily you meet one of Jimin’s friends that you met before and you end up talking whilst you wait to take your seat.

When you do finally find your seat and the lights go down. Jimin appears in front of everyone at first introducing himself and then he begins to talk about the game.

You have heard him give this speech a million times already but there’s something about watching him there on the stage with such confidence and charisma that leaves you in awe. It’s as if he changes and becomes someone else when his in front of an audience. Commanding their attention and drawing them in not only with his enchanting voice but also with his eyes.

You watch in amazement at this person who stole your heart and you try to imprint this moment in your mind. Taking a million mental pictures, so it lasts forever.

When Jimin finishes the demonstration, the best part begins and people start to ask him questions. He answers all of them perfectly. Even though you are not a serious gamer, after that presentation you would consider playing it.

“How was it?” Jimin asks when you finally see him.

“Ah, you were amazing, you killed it,” you almost scream whilst giving him a big hug.

“You’re not lying?”

“You know me, if you were awful I would tell you, even I want to buy the game.”

“I’m happy, I feel such a rush,” he moves out of the hug and holds your hand.

“Do you mind going somewhere with me?” He asks.

You look around the hallway, most people have already left the place, you waited a while whilst Jimin greeted and made introductions with a few heavy weights the gaming industry.

“Okay, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he winks at you so perfectly.

“See, I knew you could wink,” you bump him on his shoulder as you walk hand in hand. Watching Jimin like that today has stirred something in you that was already about to burst. You turn at him and your eyes gravitate towards his shirt without a tie now and three buttons undone.

‘Fuck, I hope wherever his taking me is private because I don’t think I can control myself much longer,’ you think as you walk towards his car.

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“Nice to see you again, Mr Park Jimin,” the doorman says as you enter the 10 storey building. You bite the tip of your finger and stare at Jimin as he greets the well-dressed man.

You don’t know what’s come over you but there’s something different about Jimin today, the way his acting, the way he keeps looking at you, you can’t quite put a finger on it just yet but you know you will figure it out soon, Jimin can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“__, let’s go up I want to show you something,” he slides his fingers in between yours and a shiver goes down your spine. Even after starting a fresh and still going strong for 9 months the feeling of Jimin’s soft hand weaved into yours still gives you butterflies.

You get in the empty elevator and turn towards him so you can get a better look.

“What are you up to Jimin,” you whisper slowly tracing your fingers down his blushed cheek across to his oh so kissable lips that he parts and your finger slides in.

His wet tongue flicks at your finger a few times and you let out a quiet moan which only results in making him laugh.

You ignore him and remove your now wet finger from the grasp of his teeth and move south past his chin gripping his neck with one hand. To which he throws his head back and rolls his eyes.

Your finger trails downwards feeling every inch of his exposed skin from the parting caused by the three buttons undone on his white shirt.

“These three little buttons have caused me a lot of pain,” you lean in and smell the arousing fragrance coming from him before placing your red lips on his collarbone.

You can’t help yourself, he looks so good today in that white shirt. Even his matching black trousers and belt are tempting you so much. But then a mischievous thought occurs and you remove your lips and take a step away.

You play with the loose strands of your hair that are in an updo and pretend to straighten your long thin spaghetti strapped black and yellow dress.

“Ah, why did you stop?” he groans returning his head back down and practically giving you dagger eyes.

You just shrug your shoulders. You love to tease Jimin, it just gets him all worked up plus it’s hilarious.

“__, you’re going to regret this,” his says wrapping his arms around you and snuggling his head on your neck.

The elevator door suddenly opens.

“To the left,” Jimin says with his hands still wrapped around your waist.

“Where exactly are you taking me?” you ask following his directions.

“I wanted to show you an investment of mine, the old tenants moved out and we just had it renovated,” as he says the last word he trips on something and you can’t help but laugh at him.

“You are such a klutz,” you say.

“You have such a chortle laugh,” he crosses his arms.

“What is a chortle laugh Jimin,” you try to change your laugh.

“Now it sounds like a windshield cleaner.”

“Liar, my laugh is cute,” you try to pinch his sides but he steps away.

“Riight,” he mocks finally opening the door at the end of the corridor.

He steps in first and when you follow after your mouth almost drops to the floor. The space in the living room alone could fill your whole apartment. Of course the first thing you notice is the massive flat screen TV, then the white expensive looking sofa’s around it. There is glass everywhere, even the doors are made of glass. The chandelier lights up the room beautifully you note.

“This is yours?” You ask still in awe.

He grabs your hand again leading you further into the room. You notice the large table on the side. A person could host a dinner party of 16 people or more on that thing. But then your eyes are drawn in by the grand black piano. Enchanted you walk towards it and feel its smooth texture.

“Do you play?” you ask as Jimin sits down on the piano and presses the same key a few times.

“A little bit, come sit down,” he moves over and then starts playing the notes to something that sounds like 'Tomorrow' by BTS. You haven’t played the piano in a long time but it must be like riding a bike. Once you learn, you never fully forget.

“I know this song,” you watch the lightness of his feathery fingers move along the keys and listen as each note takes form and makes a beautiful melody. But you can tell that it’s still missing something.

You close your eyes and listen to the flow of the music and when you find an opening you press a key on the piano and open your eyes again. Jimin is smiling at you whilst still playing. You look down at your fingers and try to remember the feel of the song. Then you hit the keys and try your best to play along with Jimin. At first it is almost out of tune, as his going too fast and you, too slow but when you stop trying to make the song sound like the original the magic truly begins.

You start to draw from Jimin’s last note, completing where he left off and he begins to add to your melody, bridging the gap between you and forming a connection not only with the song but with each other. You feel the intensity each time he presses the key that meets yours. In this unexpected form you play as one. Creating this beautiful melody together you turn to him when you feel the song coming to an end. He in turn turns to you and in those few seconds as your careless fingers play the piano. You experience something more than ecstasy but a feeling similar to floating together into a blissful happiness.

“Wow,” you say but as soon as the last syllable leaves your mouth Jimin’s lips are on yours. Hard, with much force. Hungry yearning for that connection again you kiss him back just as hard. As you feel his hands come to life beneath your skin. His smooth hands caress your back as he brings you closer to him. Before quickly finding their place on your breasts. In a rush he squeezes your breasts through your dress and momentarily you freeze, taken aback.

“I want you __, right here, right now,” he grunts. Slamming the top of the piano shut and lifting you up effortlessly on top of it.

You make a little sound, shocked at the beast that has become Jimin.

“Fuck you look so good __”Jimin pants coming for your face again placing his lips on yours for a long time before moving away and giving you another seductive look. You try to say something, anything that could make him know how much he is turning you on right now but then he lifts your arm and begins to pull the zip at the side of the dress down.

You gladly wiggle out of the dress and unhook your bra but then it dawns on you that you are sitting on this grand piano in nothing but a pair of panties.

“Jimin I should probably get off….” you curl your toes as Jimin begins to kiss your leg, slowly trailing kisses upwards to your inner thigh. You gasp and arch your back. His lips feel so explosive against your skin.

Your desire for him is growing, any modesty you were trying to preserve is slowly disappearing. You feel his lips closing in on your sweet spot and the desire for his mouth grows. He kisses the edge of your sex once before moving north towards your belly button.

“You fucking tease Jimin,” you breath about to lose it.

“I told you you’ll regret it,” he hovers over your body and licks you all the way up to your bare breast. You arch your back even higher and let out a whimper. His tongue playing a beautiful flicking tune with your left nipple whilst he strums his hand on your right breast. It’s all too much, your senses go into overdrive and pleasure overcomes you.

“Fuck Jimin,” your sex heats up and you try to close your legs. But Jimin notices and lets out a small laugh.

“Is something the matter __” he mocks clearly entertained by your suffering and reaches up to your face.

“Open your eyes __” he commands. You do as you’re told and you see his piercing eyes on you. He slides his hand down your body until he reaches your sweet sensual spot. “Ah,” you moan when you feel his warm touch.

You quiver under his touch still not used to this amazing feeling. He licks his lips as he watches you pant up and down as his hand plays a beautiful melody with your clit.

You grip his arm when it becomes too much but that only results in making everything worse. He removes his hand from beneath your panties before grabbing them on the sides, sliding them off your legs and dropping them on the floor.

“They were becoming such a hassle,” he moans gripping your thighs tight and spreading your legs apart. His eyes never leave your face when he lowers his head between your legs.

“Oh myy umhh….” You weep as his tongue finally makes contact with your sex, you want to tilt your head back but his intense eyes still have a hold on you. So you watch as his tongue grazes your sweet spot too many times that you lose count. He sucks your juices in, then he leans back and places a finger in. Your body quivers and takes in this wonderful feeling before his mouth returns to your sex and begins to ravage you again.

“Oh, yes…I can feel it…I’m about to” you bite your bottom lip and spasm as you feel the build-up coming up. The speed of his tongue quickens and the control of your body declines.

…..

Then he stops.

Everything, his tongue on your sex, his hands on your breasts.

It takes you a few seconds to fully realise what he has done. Why your body is now in this limbo state of needing a serious good release but being denied it.

“AHH, JIMIN WHY?” You scream. Tears almost coming out.

Then he bursts into a fit of laughter, literally the whole room is filled with the sound of his cute little laugh. You cross your legs in agony and lean your head on your hand and just watch as his cheeks rise up and his body moves back and forth in his laughter.

For a moment you forget your pending frustrations and just watch his cinnamon roll. You also accept that this time he got you good.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says after getting his composure back. You sit up and cross your arms under your chest. He stands in-between your legs and pouts his lips. You turn your head away from him pretending to be mad.

“I won’t do it again,” he reaches down and kisses your neck. You let out an annoyed sigh.

“I still haven’t shown you the surprise yet,” he whispers and your head snaps towards his direction.

“What is it?” you ask curiously and trying to act cute. You put your arms around his neck and weave your fingers through his soft hair as he always does.

“Come,” he grins and lifts you up off the piano. You shriek at the sudden movement but then you wrap your legs and arms tightly around him as he leads you to an unknown room.

………

“Close your eyes __,” he whispers when you reach the door.

You listen and close your eyes. Then you hear the door creak and feel Jimin’s body move forward.

“You can open them now,” he says and your heart starts beating fast. You hate and love surprises. You slowly open your eyes.

And you let out an overwhelmed gasp. Your eyes widen as you scan the entire room.

The first thing that hits you is the white bed because it is the biggest thing in the room but then your eyes zero in on the paintings on the wall, all around the room.

Their all paintings of you. One when you are sleeping with your hair all messy but your face calm and peaceful. Every line and stroke drawn with such detail. The next painting you are in, you’re in your workout clothes, your legs are crossed and you are stretching your arms. Here you look calm and focused. He even got the sweat coming down your body in the painting but it looks as if you are glistening.

The colours, the way their mixed in together, it screams perfection. Your eyes are in heaven right now. You let go of Jimin and place your feet on the floor so you can get a better look.

Their a dozen paintings in here, all of you.

“How? When did you get the time,” you say moving closer to another painting of you hunched over your laptop with a stressed look on your face. The way he defines your features, your nose, lips and eyes. It’s flawless.

“Oh my gosh,” you place your hand over your mouth when you see the last painting. You are wearing a white t-shirt, the sun rays are on your hair and you have the biggest smile plastered on your face as you bite an apple. On this painting it’s not just that he got your features accurate but it’s how brilliantly he captured your emotions. You can even remember that day. It was the first day you had woken up early and you had managed to catch Jimin before he left for work.

He had said something stupid as per usual and it had made you laugh.

You look at Jimin then and practically march towards him. Grab his cheeks between your hands and gently pull him close enough to your face that your noses are touching.

“I love the paintings, you are….” You pause getting emotional. You didn’t think such a gesture would affect you so much that you are choking up like this. “Kiss me Jimin,” you whisper with your mouth a few inches from his.

His lips touch yours with ease. Your kiss is wild and uncontrolled. His tongue is in your mouth and you suck it in. Hungry for him, all of him. He lifts you up gently amidst the kiss and leads you to the bed. You lay down onto the bed already naked and watch as he takes off his clothes in a hurry. You wish you could have done that for him but that would have slowed him down and right now you are craving him too much.

Now this perfect man hovers over you naked as sin, you lean in just to feel his body, the firm biceps, the smoothness of his skin. Let the devouring begin you think when you kiss him on the shoulder whilst he sucks on your exposed neck.

Before he leans you back onto the bed and you oblige whilst watching his hands trail down from your lips down to the bridge of your breasts, past your belly button and onto your exposed sweet spot.

You gasp when he hand grazes your pussy.

“I want to make you cum so many times that you will beg me to stop,” he whispers before lowering his mouth on the softness of your breast.

You hold your breath and take in the sensations as Jimin sucks and bites your hard nipples whilst his hands does unspeakable things to your sex. “Oh shit!” you moan. Trying to control yourself.

You feel his mouth leave your breasts and gravitate south. You open your eyes and see Jimin kiss your inner thigh gently.

“Jimin, can we try something?” You stop him. He looks up and you see that his eyes are ready to devour you.

You move your body until its facing the opposite direction of Jimin. And once again you meet Jimin’s beautiful pink penis. It’s already up at attention, which makes you blush. That doesn’t stop you from playing with it, delicately and softly your hand rotate around Jimin.

“Ohh,” you moan. Caught off guard when Jimin’s tongue licks your sex. You had forgotten momentarily that your bodies were facing the opposite directions. So you are facing Jimin’s manhood he is now facing your… “ahh,” you feel his tongue on your clit and your gasp. Why he is so good with his tongue. You moan once more before regaining your focus and flicking your tongue on his tip. Oh, you love tasting him. You soon become hungry for more and your mouth is soon covering his manhood. You wet it with the entirety of your mouth.

“__, whatever you’re doing down there, fuck,” he says in a raspy voice. You please each other simultaneously for a few minutes. Before Jimin grabs you up from under him in a haste and shouts.

“I can’t wait much longer __, I need to feel you.” And feel you, he does. He rubs his cock at your entrance and you watch him intently as the craving your body has for him reaches an all time high.

His teasing you now, he rubs his manhood once more on your entrance and you feel a shiver go down your spine. You are about to shout at him to fucking put his cock inside of you but the only sound that escapes you is a loud pleasurable moan when he finally enters you and your body happily welcoming him back.

The ecstasy you feel in that moment when you become one is unexplainable. He reaches down to kiss you as his dick goes deeper into your body and you moan once more.

He slowly moves out and you moan again and then he moves himself back inside…..he starts off slow, teasing you or himself and then his thrusts become faster, harder…..wilder….All your brain knows how to correspond is to moan and wrap your arms around him.

Then he pulls out of you and lays himself next to you. You follow his body…Unsure what his doing. His hands direct you and you gravitate on top of Jimin facing away from him and lower yourself back onto his dick. It feels so good, so familiar. You wiggle around on top off him.

“Ah fuck, __, you’re such a tease,” he groans holding your hips now. An amused smile appears on your face, you would love to tease him some more but you are too turned on.

So, you do the only thing you can, you ride him into oblivion. You ride up and down feeling his dick deep in you, you are enjoying yourself. You love taking control, setting the pace but then Jimin hands start to wonder and one hand starts playing with your hard nipple, pinching and flicking it and the other moves down to your clit and starts to rub it in a such a vigorous way that body starts to spasm.

This is too much, you whimper. Everything is too much…..”Does that feel good __,” he asks mischievously knowing good and well how much what his doing to you right now is affecting you. His sexy voice doesn’t even help.

He unexpectedly flips you over on the bed. And now his on top of you and you are facing the bed. His still inside you and just by the way his fucking you, you can tell his about to lose it. You slightly lift your bottom up to meet his thrust and he stops for a second, surprised!

You take advantage of that and lean back even more until you are on all fours. That’s when you feel him moving inside of you again. His motions are so in sync with your body that he hits the spot that literally makes your mind go blank. “Oh shit, Jimin…..you found it….” You moan feeling a new sensation every time he thrusts inside of you. Again and again and….

“___, I’m about…” he moans thrusting inside you again.

“A few more seconds Jimin,” you somehow manage to say. “Ah, fuck,” he groans pumping into you hard and fast and then his hand moves under you and reaches for your sweet spot again. You hold your breath as he begins to play with your clit whilst hitting your sensitive spot with his dick.

“I…..love…you,” he moans and he thrusts into you once more before he explodes inside of you and you reach your orgasm.

Your sex tingles excitedly as you feel the pleasure of the climax. You drop onto the bed exhausted and bury your face in the blankets. You hear Jimin collapse next to you.

When you finally recover your senses you turn your head to Jimin.

“What kind of a sex wizard are you?”

“I’m not a sex wizard, just a simple man who has been patiently waiting for the woman he loves.”

You bury your head in the blankets shy again and then you feel a liquid sort of substance between your legs. You move your hand down to feel it and then you smack Jimin.

“You really cumed inside of me.”

“I’m sorry,” he pouts and makes that cute puppy face.

You get up and heard to the bathroom to clean yourself up. If you hadn’t gone on the pill and both of you hadn’t been tested and had come back all clean you might have been angry but you are smarter now.

You heard back into the bedroom and look at the paintings again.

“You really went all out to get laid,” you laugh hopping back onto the bed.

“I had to make use of all make my cards,” he pulls you into him.

“And I still don’t think I have used them all up just yet,” he leans in ready for round two.

You would like to say that you put up a fight but in all honesty you didn’t. You let Jimin fuck you again and as a result it was a VERY entertaining night.

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The sound of a bang wakes up the morning. Your body feels sore but surprisingly you are happy as can be. When you open your eyes a wide smile crosses your face. Everything that happened last night replays itself in your mind and you wish to just lay there and relive it all. It was that incredible.

You turn over expecting to see Jimin still asleep on the other side of the bed but it’s empty. You conclude that the sound that woke you up was probably Jimin leaving to get something.

Still tired you force yourself to get out of bed and freshen up in the morning. You need breakfast, you are ravished.

With your eyes half opened you enter the bathroom and spot an unopened toothbrush. You use that to brush your teeth as your eyes open and close. After that you splash water on your face a few times. That does the trick to wake you up. You then look at the mirror ready to sort out your messy hair.

That’s when you see it.

The ring on the fourth finger on the left hand. The diamond is so big it almost blinds you, okay I don’t know why I’m joking at a moment like this. But THERE IS A DIAMOND RING ON YOUR LEFT HAND. On the finger that's supposed to be reserved for a person’s engagement and wedding ring.

“JIMIN,” you shout his name too frazzled to even try and understand the meaning of this.

“Jimin,” you walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway until you are met with red rose petals on the floor. What the!

Mouth open you slowly follow their trail until you see Jimin standing there beautiful as ever surrounded by red rose petals shaped as a heart.

For the first time, you are lost for words, you are just full of emotions and shock.

So you just watch Jimin walk towards you. His eyes welling up as well. You can sense that he is nervous.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks in a shaky voice holding your hand and rubbing the finger with the ring on it.

You just scrunch your nose, tears filling up.

“You mean the world to me __, every moment I spend with is the happiest moment of my life. I didn’t know this type of love existed until I met you,” he pauses and then goes down on one knee.

Ohh, this is really happening..

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to be your protector, your lover, your friend and your confidant. Will you marry me?” He asks the question you have heard a million times on the television but you never in a million years imagined it would be said to you. It’s not the fact that the question is being asked its the journey, the bond between two people that has been built and ultimately lead both of you to this moment.

There’s only one answer in your heart.

“Yes! Jimin, yes, I will marry you,” you finally find your voice and as soon as Jimin hears those words he gets up on his feet and gives you the tightest hug.

“Yes…so you want to be my wife,” he leans back and looks at you, eyes full of emotions.

And a happy tear finally escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek and you nod in agreement.

“I want to be your wife, Park Jimin,” you answer overjoyed.

If you could capture a single moment in your life it would be this moment right here. When you are utterly and blissfully happy. Happy for the time you have spent together and also happy for the years you will have together in the future. To think you were just a girl who moved to the city for a job, you really had no idea what lay ahead of you.

Even now, as you celebrate the new beginnings with Jimin, the future is still a mystery but you are excited go through it as long as you have Jimin with you.

[THE END]

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[Your 88th birthday]

“Stay still __, I’m almost done,” Jimin peaks from the canvas and looks over at his muse once again.

You are 88 years old now, my how time flies. You have lived a long and fulfilling life, you have had four children. Three boys and a girl. Who knew Jimin would want a big family. You watched them in their diapers crawling to saying goodbye as they left for university and now you are already a grandmother. You watch now as two of your children take over and successfully run the accounting firm you started many years ago.

“You get slower as the years go by Jimin,” you shout at him.

“And you get snappier,” he responds. You let out a laugh. Very much grateful for all the decades you have spent together with Jimin. You have really watched each other grow old. Watched as the grey hairs appeared, your bodies changed and your minds became wiser.

“There done,” he announces. You slowly get up from your chair and walk over to where he stands.

Then you see the painting he made and it still warms your heart just as it did when you were younger. Maybe more so now because each stroke is made more meaningful because of the time you have spent together.

“You have always known how to capture my heart Park Jimin,” you say at last.

 [THE END FOR REAL NOW]

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I'm crying, I can't believe I have finished this story. From where it started and the reason why I started to write this story to the development of y/n, Jimin and Jungkook and everything that has happened. I can't believe it has come to an end. I honestly, had a lot of fun writing this and I can't believe it took almost a year to finish the story.

From the bottom of my heart thank you everyone who took they're time to read the story. Since for me it is the first fanfic I wrote and it ended up being this long. It's crazy to me in a sense when I think that someone's going to read the words that I have written and exciting when you guys leave a like as I know that you are enjoying it.

[ikonxmx]

No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Warnings: Strong language, implied sexual activities (nondescriptive smut)

word count: 2,335 BULLSHIT!!!!!!

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Part 3: Bullshit, bullshit, and.. oh look, more bullshit.

“That feels so good!” The girl beneath Hoseok moaned for what seemed like the millionth time that night. She was entirely too loud for his liking, but she had a nice face and a decent body. Besides, how loud she gets doesn't matter. So long as the boys don’t realize he's left the club early and decide to come looking for him, everything will be fine.

“Hoseok!” Hyunwoo’s angry voice yells through the small apartment the slam of the door echoing behind him

Did he just jinx himself? Seriously what are the chances, they've got to be slim to none. Hoseok quickly jumps from his position and throws a cover over the girl whose name he's a little bit too drunk to remember. Doesn't matter anyway, he probably won't be seeing her again.

“Heeeey hyung!” Hoseok slurs when Hyunwoo’s massive figure come into view. He tries his best to play up his drunkenness in hopes he’ll be cut a bit of slack.

“Cut the shit.We heard her from the hallway, you're completely naked, and there's a human shaped lump under your cover.” Hyunwoo sighs.

Hoseok’s face falls. Hiding the girl under his cover probably wasn't the best idea but thinking on his toes when drunk isn't really one of his strong suits. Hell had he been a bit more coherent and had the girl he was sleeping with not been so loud, he might've heard the door opening and thought to get dressed and hide her in a closet or under a desk. Speaking of said girl… after realizing her cover had been blown she flung the hot material from her naked body and stood proudly showing off her figure.

“Why?” Hyunwoo sighs again looking back and forth between Hoseok and the girl.

“She kicked me in my dick! I had to make sure it was still working properly!” Hoseok explains.

It was true to a certain extent. You had kicked him so hard he was worried his dick would stop working, but he'd quickly disproved that theory 10 minutes later in your bathroom.

“You probably deserved it,” Hyunwoo said. “You don't think! You're in a public relationship! What if someone had seen you take this girl home? What if she decides to go tell?”

“She's not gonna tell. Isn't that right sweetheart?” Hoseok coos at the still naked girl.

“Right! He explained everything.” She beams.

“Oh, he did?” Hyunwoo asks crossing his arms.

“Yeah. He was going to break up with her but they got outed. So he has to stay awhile longer. He really wants to be with me though. I just can't tell anyone about us.” She smiles looking at Hoseok.

Hoseok has a proud smile on his face, clearly, his explanation was impenetrable and no one would ever find out about this night's small escapade.

“You're a fucking idiot,” Hyungwon mumbles walking into the room and plopping down on a bed. “Can you get her out? I'm actually really tired.”

“The hell did you just say?” Hoseok asks, turning to face the younger man.

“Get her out.” Hyungwon repeats.

Hoseok scoffs, “You've been really disrespectful lately, you know that?” He says and moves toward him.

“Cut it out,” Hyunwoo says grabbing Hoseok's shoulder and stopping his attack. “Both of you. Hoseok, get the girl out of the here. Seriously, stop bringing them to the apartment.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok says waving his arm. “Come on baby girl, you've got to get dressed.”

The girl pouts but picks up her dress and underwear.

“Don't walk her down. That's how you and your girlfriend got caught.” Hyungwon warns.

“He’s still naked,” Changkyun says shaking his head from the doorway.

Hoseok looked down to see that he was indeed still naked. No more drunk sex. It's confusing and un-enjoyable.

Monday’s… The start of a new week but everything is kept the same for you. You're washed, fed, and out of the door at the same time, you are every other day.

“Hey, honey.” The librarian greets you with a smile as you walk in.

“Hey,” you wave back and stop at her desk. “Um… if that guy comes, can you just show him where I am?”

She crinkles her nose, “I don't like him for you.”

“Honestly I don't like him that much either.” You say and it makes the librarian laugh.

You're being honest. Although you're not exactly sure what, something about him rubs you the wrong way. It could be all the innuendos and his flirtatious behaviors. It's not something that you aren't used to. You've dated before and dealt with guys who were a bit similar but Hoseok seems to be an entirely different ballpark. It's the handsome aspect. The men you'd dated before weren't nearly as good looking as he is. They were horny high school boys with patchy beards and squeaky voices trying to get their nut off, at the time. You'd seen pictures posted on Facebook and Instagram showing how they'd grown up. A few of them were already married. Some of them had a kid or two. Most of them were in stable high paying jobs and constantly venting about their bosses or coworkers giving them shit. All of them looked nowhere near as handsome as Hoseok.

You'll give credit where it's due. The man has a smile that lights up a room and a body carved by Ancient Greek sculptors. He's a spectacle, a sight for sore eyes, simply put… he's fine as hell. He makes everyone around him look like Gollum in comparison. This could quickly become two pages about how attractive he is, so let's stop here.

You're already terrible at socializing. Long talks about life and actually getting to know people just isn't something for you, but it's a million times worse in his presence. Your mouth dries up, you can't look him in the eyes, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap, snagged fabric from your sweaters takes longer to get rid of, and you suddenly realize how much you're in need of a manicure. It's only like that with him. Although you don't socialize you still know how to… well enough not to make yourself look like a fool. But socializing with Hoseok makes you look like a complete fucking idiot. You hate it. You hate talking to him.

You move toward to back of the library and wait for it to turn 9:15 so you could start your trip to your Psych class. Usually, you'd review work from Wednesday to refresh your memory, but today you can't seem to get yourself to focus. Saturday at your place with Hoseok… ugh!! You dropped your head feeling guilty. Of course, he'd been joking, girls flocked to him like birds to warm weather. Why on earth would he try to make a move on you? It was illogical. You didn't realize how much it would hurt him either. With your nervousness, you hadn't even measured the strength of your kick and just swung your foot forward. You kept giving the excuse of “it couldn't hurt that bad” to which Hoseok would shoot you a meaningful glare and hiss: “Shut up. I'm pretty sure you broke my dick.”

You shook your leg anxiously, worried about his health. Before you knew it your phone was vibrating with your alarm. You quickly packed up and made your way to class.

According to your plan, stares to the back of your head during class should have died down quite a bit. But as you sit in you psych class, you feel more eyes on you than ever. You think maybe it'll just take a little while longer for people to get over the news, but it happens all day long. Throughout campus, people will look at you and whisper to their friends. Some laugh, some shake their heads, and others just stare. Point is… everyone is looking. This isn't normal. Something had to have happened. You pull out your phone and press the internet app for the first time in 4 days. As soon as you hit enter for your search of ‘Monsta X Wonho’ news articles from portal sites flood the page.

“Wonho Cheating on Girlfriend”

“The Girl Who Claims to have Slept with Wonho Just Last Night.”

Trouble in Paradise? Information on Wonho’s One Night Stand with a Fan.

… That fucking dumbass.

“So let me get this straight.” Mary starts as she packs a box full of male clothes she has laying around her house. “He's paying you $10,000 dollars to be his ‘girlfriend’ for six months?”

“Yeah. Apparently, people would flip shit if they ever found out the reason he was really outside. Shirtless. At eleven o’clock.” You squint and take another shot of the alcohol Mary has so kindly laid out in front of you.

“He's a hoe,” Mary says. “And a stupid one at that. He should've known better than to sleep with a fan. There's no way in hell she's keeping that a secret. She wants to rub it in every other fans face like ‘I got oppa’s dick and you didn't!’ That type of thing.”

You had to agree. He's a dumbass. Obviously, you two aren't in an actual relationship but the rules of one still stood. And if he was going to cheat on you, he should've been way more careful as to not be caught.

“So, why do you need the clothes?” Mary asks as she throws a hoodie into the cardboard box.

“Got to make the breakup convincing.” You say and take another shot.

“That why you're getting drunk too?”

You nod, “I don't play a very convincing heartbroken drunk girl. I should at least be one of the two.”

Mary laughs, “Well I've found about as much as I can. The guy the belong to won't miss then so just… do as you please.”

For once in this whole elaborate ass plan, you hadn't thought everything out. Going to his apartment while you're drunk and handing him back his things would make a great story for any portal site and the news of your breakup would spread relatively fast. Problem is… you know the complex, just not the apartment number. Also… you're pretty shitfaced right now.

“Hoseok! Shin Hoseok!” You call as you stumble through the hallway the big box of clothes larger than you had expected it to be. “Shin Hoseok! You no good cheater, bring your ass out here!”

“Hey lady, shut the hell up!” A voice calls to you.

“You shut the hell up, I'm trying to find my boyfriend. Shin Hoseok!!!!” You yell.

A hand grabs your forearm and pulls you back. “Oh gosh, you're actually drunk.” The voice says.

You pout and look up to see a rather handsome guy staring at you. His face looks familiar but you can't exactly pinpoint where you've seen it before.

“Fourth floor. Apartment 426. Waking our entire apartment building isn't a very good idea.” He says and pulls you to the nearest elevator.

“Hey…” you start and blink a few times to focus your eyesight. “Do I know you?”

“You should. You're dating one of my members.”

“Ah! You're in Monsta X! I knew you looked familiar. Hey, did I seem brokenhearted enough? I'm too drunk to tell.” You admit.

He laughs, “It was an award-winning performance.” He says just as the elevator dings. You chuckle and make your way into the hall.

“Shin Hoseok you shithead!” You yell charging toward the end of the hall in search of apartment 426.

“It's right here!” The members voice calls and you quickly turn around and run toward him. He laughs and punches in the code to enter. You barge in behind him.

“Shin Hoseok!” You call and once again the member beside you laughs.

Hoseok’s head pops up from the sofa. “What are you doing here?” He questions as he stands and makes his way toward you.

“Saving face. I came to break up.” You say and push the box in his direction. “I figured bringing a box of your stuff would be convincing so I asked Mary for some help.” You pause and look up at him. “Let's break up.”

Hoseok smirks, “Sure okay. Let's break up.”

“I think you owe me something. Cash or check is fine.” You say and hold out your hand.

“What do I owe you?” He questions with a confused expression.

“The money you promised me for playing along.”

He laughs, “I said six months! If you think I'm paying you $10,000 for 4 days, you've lost your mind. In fact, you should probably be paying me… for breach of the contract or something!”

“It was a verbal agreement dumbass! And that's not fair! I would've done the full 6 months but you got caught cheating!” You whine.

“Yeah, I slipped up. But you're good at solving problems like this. You knew what would happen and what sites would report each day of our relationship. There has to be some situation in a book you've read before to fix this. I can't have the public hating me.”

You sigh, “I just came for the money.”

“You're not getting a cent from me until six months of us dating has passed.”

Bullshit.

“I suggest you start thinking of ways to get us both out of this.”

Bullshit.

“I'm serious. If you end things now I'm not giving you anything.”

BULLSHIT!!!!!!!!!

Part 3 END

A/N: I hope you enoyed I’m sooo so so sorry it’s a week late. It won’t happen again, I promise.

- AJ

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Ehlers Danlos, Fibromyalgia, POTS, & MCA Collect Them All {Invisible Illness Podcast}

"What you do is not who you are."  -- Monica MIchelle

Invisible Illness: Which one do I qualify as sick? Also, a little window into my daily world

Every time I rattle off my disorders I almost have to count them off on my fingers. Did I forget one? Would it even matter when they all fall under the umbrella of ok no you're not crazy, no cure, and wow that's really a thing? I will leave links at the bottom if you would like to know more about the wonderfully creative ways my body attempts to make itself into modern sculpture.

This is my interview. It is candid and though I am writing this before recording I am guessing littered with swear words. If I have to live like this, be inspiring, be funny, and do all of the other things I need to I get to lean on my favorite four letter word. If this is offensive to you please know that being in constant pain every day is offensive to me.

If You Want To Know More About My Disorders

Ehlers Danlos

POTS

 Mast Cell Activation

Fibromyalgia

NOT one of my diagnosis but mentioned Chiari Malformation

Thank you so much for listening. Please share with a friend and don't forget to leave a kind if not glowing review on ITunes.

Until next time

Be Kind. Be Gentle. Be a Bad Ass.

My Questionairre 

Monica Michelle

I became symptomatic at 8 and have gone through different levels of disability and surgeries from my teens to going on disability in my late 30’s.

1. Who were you before your illness became debilitating?

I think I am lucky. I have been in chronic pain my entire life so I was never completely someone else. I don’t have a memory of being healthy or not in pain. I was a ballerina, a teacher, a jeweler, and a photography studio owner. I am and always will be a storyteller and an artist. I do miss being a photographer. I miss being a part of the community of women in business in the silicon valley. I desperately miss traveling. I miss bike rides. I miss being able to plan. I very much miss hiking and bike riding. I miss walking around Pescadero with my kids. I miss being able to take myself to Drs. Appointments or taking the dogs out. That was the person I used to be before this disorder became impossible to hide.

 2. Is there anything you would do if you were not sick?

This is a hard one. I would still be a photographer. I would still be living across the Bay. I don’t know if either of those things would be good for me. If I wasn’t sick I would ride my bike again. I would travel. I would have liked to have become an art teacher for High School. I have binders full of business plans for non-profits I would have loved to have the energy to run.

 3. What should other people know about our daily life?

It changes minute to minute. My heart rate can plummet or race. I can be walking normally and in the next step my hip can dislocate and I won’t be able to walk for a long time. I search for words. I am smarter than I can articulate. Moving in healthy world is X Games for me. In my wheelchair I get dumped on the ground thanks to roots, people stopping suddenly in front of me, and poor city planning with ramps that are only for the truly adventuress.

 4. What would make living and moving in the world easier for you?

If BART would make sure their elevators worked and were clean (whatever is on the ground will end up on my hands). If you see someone in a wheelchair and you are crossing the street don’t cross right in the middle of the ramp. That is where it is flattest. That’s the part I need. If I am struggling please come by, say hello, offer to help. I know this isn’t an everyone thing but it is a me thing. I have trouble balancing everything with my canes or opening doors with my wheelchair.

 5. Life hacks?

My IPadPro is my world. It is my extra brain. With the pencil, I have an unending source of paper to write my ideas down. I use fiverr for technical things I don’t know how to do. I use TaskRabbit for physical things. My sticks are my favorite way to get around. Mine have been discontinued but these look pretty good. Send me a review if you like them.

 6. Support from family or friends?

I am beyond privileged and lucky in this department. My mother has helped me with everything. I would like to underline everything. I get worse as the day goes on and she picks up my children from school most days. She takes me to my doctor's appointments. My husband does most housework and cooking. My children have really stepped up helping with chores. I made a shelf on the refrigerator that has microwave meals on it that the kids can get to. I am trying to get better at asking friends to come over.

 7. Do you find that people do not believe you are sick because of your appearance?

I am lucky. I use canes and wheelchair when I am doing badly and it is hard to ignore a bone sticking out of my wrist or the shoulder pushed forward so I don’t often have these moments. I have had a woman rush up and glare at me pointing to the handicap sign and back at me while I was waiting for my daughter to bring my canes. She had the good grace to just walk away.

 8. How has this affected your relationships?

I lost a lot of friendships when I stopped working. I think I scared people who were my age running businesses in the Silicon Valley. No one expects you to retire at 38. I was fortunate that my husband was my best friend for 3 years before we got married so he had already seen a picture of what for better or worse would be. I had people I had been in relationships leave because I was sick so it was probably the only way I would have ever gotten married again was knowing that he had already seen some of the worst and was still all in.

 9. What are you afraid to tell even the people closest to you?

I’m lonely. I’m fucking terrified each time things get bad that this will be the new normal. That I can get so depressed I feel like I'm drowning. I’m scared I am scaring my children. I HATE disappointing people or my animals. It takes almost nothing to push me into guilt or into doing something I really shouldn’t be just because I don’t want to inconvenience them. I will agree with you or change the subject if an argument goes beyond my ability to pay attention or to keep standing or sitting.

 10. Does the fact that your disease is invisible change how healthcare professionals treat you?

Yes, I spent most of my teens being told I was crazy. I was told I was nervous. That I was depressed and overreacting. If a doctor can’t pin something on a disease they will usually pin the fault on the patient.

 11. Best coping mechanism?

My dogs. My cats when they aren’t evil or when they are. Drawing, when I can. Reading when the book is great. The rare days I can bike ride are magic. Scrolling on Pinterest needs to be reclassified as transcendental meditation. Talking with my son. Curling up with my daughter. Laying next to my husband watching our next ok just one more episode show.

 12. Favorite swear word?

FUCK. It is versatile and no word feels the same level of expression and relief when shouted.

 13. What are you the most fearful of and what are you the most hopeful for in the future?

I am fucking terrified I won’t travel out of the country. I am terrified I won’t make my own money again.That my children will blame or resent me. That life will pass me by while I sit in bed waiting for a bone to come home or for my heart to stop its' jazz improv. I am scared I will get worse. That I will have to give more ground.

Hopeful isn’t much in my wheelhouse tonight. I wish it was. I wish I could say something fabulous and witty that would soften all the dark I wrote but when I began this podcast I decided on complete honesty. I am feeling sad and dark right now. Maybe if I wrote this last week or even tomorrow I would have a bright answer for this but I am writing this now and now I am not feeling it.

Links To Some Of My Favorite Things

Quickie Wheelchair              Dyson V7                 Midnight Texas     

Marijuana  Topical               Apple Watch            Dr. Who                  

Single Payer                            Fitbit                         Supergirl

Hearst Castle                        Go Beyond Physical Therapy

Trigger Point Release         Task Rabbit               Slow Cooker   

Muldowney Method           5 Calls App              Pinterest

Resistbot (texting as poltical actavism)                  HelloMD

Shameless Plug For My New Bedtime Story Book!