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Nick Mag Highlights - #20 April 1996

Greetings and various apropos felicitations. Once again it’s time for another issue of Nick Mag Highlights! Today we’ll be heading back to the 90’s and taking a trip through issue #20. Ready to see if this “Mega Movie Issue'' is really as mega as it says? Then let’s get on with the show!

Man, that cover is a blast from the past for me, and it might just be the same for some of you. I haven't seen the film adaptation of James and The Giant Peach ever since I was a kid. I forget how I even first experienced it, since I couldn’t have seen it in theaters and I never owned a physical copy. I think a babysitter put it on for me once.

Whatever the case, despite the time it's been I can still envision a smattering of visuals and emotions from the experience. So it must’ve been good if it’s managed to still stick with me positively all these years later. I guess a grade-a art style and memorable visuals will do that for a film. So as shallow as these behind-the-scenes “previews” tend to be when it comes to Nick Magazine, I’m still excited to go down memory lane and hopefully gleam one or two cool bits of trivia.

Beyond my nostalgia bias though I’ve gotta say I’m surprised by the lack of promises this cover is making. A preview of James and The Giant Peach and a “Special Flip Book” is all you’ve got to wow the proverbial audience here, Nick? Even issue #1 promised more content on its cover to grab your attention if Ren & Stimpy weren’t enough for you. Let’s hope 20 issues in they weren’t starting to struggle for content.

You can read along too, if that’s what you wanna do. The issue’s right here.

Alright, go ahead and roll your eyes, but I’ve got a thing or two to say about this Cheetos ad. Or rather, “Chee●tos”, as it's called here and would be titled as such until Frito-Lays dropped the hyphen from the name in 1998. Not the worst name change, if I’m being honest.

First off, let’s just bask in the moment for a second. This is a wacky snack from the 90’s, even a “spinoff snack”, if you will, of a still very popular snack brand… that hasn’t been brought back to capitalize on nostalgia!

Yes, Cheesy Checkers have yet to return to shelves since their discontinuation in ‘98. Suffice to say, I’m stunned. In a world where Ecto-Cooler returned from the grave, Trix Yogurt is still readily available, Boo Berry, Count Chocula and all those other monster-themed cereals manifest themselves every Halloween, and the McRib seems to come back whenever the heck it feels like, Cheetos Cheesy Checkers of all things is barred from re-entry into the mainstream to take advantage of your sorely missed childhood.

Guess they really just weren’t popular enough? You can’t capitalize on nostalgia if there’s no nostalgia to capitalize on, after all. And yet it seems like a foolproof idea for a snack if you ask me. Waffles and waffle fries have already proven that checkerboard patterns are naturally delicious. And on top of that it even had a rad commercial featuring an awesome Chester Cheetah puppet. What’s not to like? I guess 33% more cheese is crossing the line of “Dangerously Cheesy” into something more like… “Hazardously Cheesy”.

Oh, and by the way. I may have never had a bag of Cheesy Checkers, but I sincerely doubt the snack pieces were that big. You really want me to believe one checker is nearly 1/3rd the size of this magazine page? They don’t even look that big in the commercial.

Just like the cover said, this is indeed a movie-themed issue. And I’ve got good news regarding this: I actually know about movies! Well, I like movies, anyway. Okay, I know more about movies than I do about music, which should mean my dissection of the content at hand will be a little more thoughtful than my retrospective of the music-based issue from last time. Hopefully, anyway.

Can’t help but feel these jokes are trying a little too hard. I guess when you’ve got to come up with twenty and base them all off of movies and TV shows, it can’t be easy. It probably doesn’t help either that there’s only like, three or four good puns in the whole world to begin with.

Anyway, look. Bugs Bunny in Nickelodeon Magazine. Woah.

Well, it’s a little less surprising for those, ahem, in the know.

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Nickelodeon actually aired Looney Tunes shorts for more than ten years, from 1988 to 1999. Once Warner Bros. established their new kids’ entertainment channel, Cartoon Network, they were pretty quick to take back their old school cartoons to bolster their numbers a bit. Although even following the departure of the classic Looney Tunes, Nickelodeon would go on to license other Warner Bros. content for their channel in the following years, airing shows such as Animaniacs and Tiny Toon Adventures in the early 2000s.

Oh, how convenient! Now I can prove my film expertise by trouncing this quiz and-

Hey! Some kid already answered two of the questions. Well now there’s no point in doing the quiz now. Its sanctity has been compromised.

But yeah, this book’s been written in just a bit. Sorry if that bothers you, but it’s not like I can clean the pages off. I do kinda wish the scan was totally clean just for the sake of archival purposes, but as long as the marks stay minor I’m not too picky. If anything I guess it helps make things a little more interesting. Kinda adds to the whole “time capsule” aspect of it, doesn’t it?

Shouldn’t be an issue so long as it’s not-

Ah, criminy! The kid got me again! Now this is stepping over the line. Answering a quiz question or two is one thing, but completely solving the hidden pictures puzzle promoting the home video release of Babe? That sours my mood. I don’t even feel like watching Babe now.

This a neat activity: a screenplay for two kids to act out and potentially film like a home movie. It actually caught me off guard with its originality, and in hindsight it seems like a no-brainer. Kids love to play pretend after all, and I know I certainly loved shooting little movies with my family’s cheap digital camera. Well, here kids, we came up with the story for you. Go nuts. Not to mention it's a good excuse to whip up a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches.

Here’s a nifty fun fact for you: The writer of this screenplay activity, David Lewman, has basically been on Nickelodeon’s speed dial since the 90’s. He’s written tons of Nickelodeon tie-in books, spanning a bunch of different franchises including SpongeBob SquarePants, Jimmy Neutron, Rugrats, among many others. If you’ve read a SpongeBob book before, I say look him up. There’s a good chance you were reading something of his.

Kind of nice of them to make a whole game out of their adspace, eh? I mean, I’m guessing the amount of people who played isn’t particularly high, but… uh… The art is cool!

Speaking of the art, you never see these mascots in 2D anymore. Which I find unfortunate because I think they look a lot cuter and tolerable here.

Also wow, you can see the orange and brown candies before their designs were finalized. Or before their transitions, either or. Very proud of them regardless!

Pretty awesome article here about some of the gimmicks that filmmakers tried out during the black-and-white days of cinema. Love a bit of history alongside my Nickelodeon.

While we’re here, I’d like to contribute my own similar black-and-white movie gimmick factoid that I find amusing:

In 1961, a film called Mr. Sardonicus featured a gimmick called the “Punishment Poll”, where each audience member was given a card to decide the fate of the titular villain, Mr. Sardonicus, by either showing the side of their card with a thumbs-up or thumbs-down on it right before the end of the film. Once the total was tallied, the theater was supposed to show the ending with the most votes.

The funny part is that the movie only has one ending. The gimmick was just a total lie and the only ending filmed was the one with the negative outcome for Mr. Sardonicus, so I guess the director was pretty confident that potential audiences would mostly be comprised of sadists that want to see a bad guy get his comeuppance.

Speaking of the director, Mr. Sardonicus just so happened to be directed by a mister William Castle, who also directed four out of the six films listed in the magazine article here. Guess those gimmicks really were good for profits.

Imagine watching a whole movie while sitting in a pool. Now stop imagining! I don’t like that very much. Your eyelids would prune shut before you could even see the ending.

Man, all these movie gimmicks and funky types of theaters is making me wish I was around when movies were more of an event. Y’know? The movie theater experience has pretty much been ironed out at this point, so the idea of watching the big screen outside or with the looming possibility of a big plastic skeleton popping out and waving around is particularly alluring. Take note, modern movie theaters, this may be your way of competing with streaming!

What? No, it doesn’t bother me at all that whoever owned this magazine already filled out this Sanrio quiz advertisement. Why would I be ENRAGED and UPSET about that!?!? IT'S NOT EVEN A BIG DEAL!!

… Anyway this ad is weird. I guess they didn't know how to market Sanrio in the west yet*. Cause I'm not exactly the most familiar but I'm pretty confident blaring red and yellow colors and funky multicolor Wow! text isn't exactly befitting of the Sanrio spirit. Also there's not really any point to the quiz. It's not like you can mail in your answers and get a free Hello Kitty lunchbox or something. I guess they just figured that kids love quizzes and will always jump at the opportunity to do them, circling the correct responses in permanent pen ink, and causing them to not consider the possibility that someoNE MIGHT WANT TO READ THE MAGAZINE AD AFTER THEM AND WOULD WANT IT MAINTAINED IN PEAK CLEANLINESS FOR THE SAKE OF THE SANCTITY OF THEIR ONLINE BLOG i must calm myself.

*Which is weird to me, because Hello Kitty feels like one of those characters who’s always been popular. Like Mickey Mouse or Steven Spielburg.

Don’t mind me, just gonna insert this contest page here so that if I ever do the issue that contains the actual responses, I can link back to here and go full circle. Pretty excited to someday see the responses! I wonder what they could be. I also wonder why you had to include a phone number with your response. Maybe Tommy Pickles congratulated you on the phone?

Okay, so I think this issue might be missing pages. I can’t prove that exactly, considering I don’t have the real thing sitting in front of me, but the way this ad has text that’s oddly cut off on the right side leads me to believe this was a two page spread originally. Maybe not, maybe the magazine was really like this and it's a printing error, maybe they spilled juice on the design document for page two and couldn’t fix it in time for publishing.

Whatever the case, I really wish I had that Aaahh!!! Real Monsters hat.

A rather understated cover for this edition of The Comic Book, and I can appreciate it. Simple and effective bit of zaniness with a spin on the old “fake-can-with-a-scary-thing-that-pops-out-when-you-open-it” gag. This comes to us from award-winning illustrator Jim Woodring, who’s got probably one of the nicest websites of any artist I’ve mentioned on this blog so far, so kudos. I took a look through his gallery, and it’s a lovely trip, so go take a look if you want some eye candy.

Been a while since we’ve last seen the Southern Fried Fugitives on this blog, one of Nick Magazine’s earliest recurring comic series. Unfortunately they’re not exactly in top form here, I’d say, even as someone who’s not the biggest fan of the comic to begin with. This is essentially a bit of filler so they could make their deadline and finish up the next “all new real adventure” that this episode tells you of at the end. I mean, I get it, this comic usually spanned a full three or four pages, I’m sure they took quite a bit of time. I just don’t really appreciate being shown a gross naked stitched up chicken.

A great hidden picture puzzle here, I could see kids having a lot of fun with this one and just looking through all the art. I guess my only issue would be that none of the answers are exactly hidden, since almost every figure in the page is related to one of the film titles below. But that’s a small nitpick considering that for just one activity of a much larger publication, it’s still pretty entertaining and eye-catching.

And here we’ve got ourselves what the powers at be call Smudgy and Scribbly. A comic about two inventive robots that I thought were supposed to be pencil erasers at first considering their names. I’m not sure if these abstract little guys ever had more than one or a couple of comics, but I know they didn’t stick around forever, since this is the first time I’m hearing of them. They’re cute! They’re fun! They don’t have a lot of personality per se, but that’s okay, because they eat fruit cocktails. And that’s a lesson for the kids.

I’ve been really impressed with this issue so far! They’ve really been making the most of the movie theme, what with aforementioned stuff like the quality movie gimmick article and the nice hidden picture puzzle. And to top it all off now we’ve even got an interview with Siskel & Ebert, two of the most famous film critics of all time. I’m not even sure how many kids at the time would appreciate this sort of thing, but whoever did must’ve been pretty happy. Said interview was conducted about three years before Siskel’s incredibly unfortunate passing, and three years after being parodied in an episode of Doug.

Anyway, yeah the interview questions are really silly, but that’s pretty par for the course by now. I just think it’s just cool they’re even in an issue of Nickelodeon Magazine at all.

Talking about the calendar included with each issue has become a bit of a tradition for this blog by now, hasn’t it? Although I’m sure I probably forgot to mention it one time. Overall this one’s not bad, it’s chock-full of facts and the little set-up & punchline at the Charlie Chaplin section is a ‘lil funny. And I think it’s sort of themed around artisans, maybe? Well worth being pinned on your bedroom door if you ask me, the only problem is that you’d also be ripping out a page of the Siskel & Ebert interview that’s printed on the back of this. At least the kid who wrote all over the magazine showed some restraint there.

Oh come on… I spoke too soon about showing restraint. The kid ripped out the flip book! What a trick… now I’ll never know what it looks like. At least we have the instructions here, which also could be doubly used for instructions on how to make your own flipbook by following the format, which is cool. Sorry for anyone who clicked on this post because you wanted to see the flipbook specifically. Sorry to you.

Moving past a five page article about the history of movies and movie effects (which is solid but doesn’t have much for me to say about), we now come across the cover story: James and the Giant Peach. And this is an alright interview, but it’s especially good for Nickelodeon Magazine! The questions for the film’s director, Henry Selick (director of The Nightmare Before Christmas and Coraline, among others), actually allow for some pretty nice informative detail regarding the process of stop-motion animation and how aspects of it work. For an interview intended for kids, this is great, especially for ones with an interest in the medium.

Interviews, interviews, and more interviews! If you’ve ever wanted to learn all that you could ever want to know Kenan & Kel, these are the pages for you. It’s nice to hear that apparently these guys were good friends off set, I guess. But y’know it’s never really bothered me finding out that seemingly inseparable co-stars actually aren’t best friends in real life like it does for a lot of people, I can still watch MythBusters perfectly fine even if I know Adam and Jamie aren’t going to go get drinks together after they finish dropping a car off a mountain for science. Acting’s still a job and I’m not expecting people to become friends just because they both stand in front of the same camera.

But hey, if K&K really were as good of friends as this magazine says, that’s really cool for them. Pretty lucky too, since this was just mere months away from the premiere of their own All That spinoff show, Kenan & Kel, which ran for four years, and less than a year before the premiere of their own movie, Good Burger*, so being friendly must’ve helped when they were spending that much time together. Not to mention they’re getting back together for Good Burger 2, so I guess when your legacies are so intrinsically tied together, I guess you’re bound to find some things to like about each other.

*One of my favorite comedies by the way, and no I’m not sorry. There’s very few films that match its vibes.

Feels like I should mention the 9th annual Kids’ Choice Awards was just around the corner, which featured such notable moments like Jim Carrey taking home two awards for Ace Ventura and his performance in Batman Forever, alongside Free Willy winning “Favorite Animal Star” for his(?) performance (?) in Free Willy 2: Willy Goes to Chile*. That category in particular got pretty heated, considering he was up against fierce competition in the form of Babe from… Babe. “Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio won best song. Although Brandy would beat out both Coolio and Michael Jackson for winner of “Favorite Singer”, so it wasn’t exactly a Coolio sweep, per se.

But of course, the real big winner of that night was Tim Allen, for winning “Favorite TV Actor” and being enacted into the Nickelodeon Hall of Fame (yes, for real). All while Home Improvement won ”Favorite TV Show”, which I find is an outright snubbing of the also nominated Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Again, just my opinion.

*(Okay, it was actually called Free Willy 2: The Adventure Home, but I like my idea more).

Before we go, I’d just like to draw attention to this winner of a parade float idea contest held in a previous issue, finally presented in all its glory here. No offense to the kid who designed it but I can only imagine the type of child nightmares that could spawn from a giant Elvis making its way down the street, pulled along by his Elvis impersonating minions. Just a thought.

This was a really good issue, I’m actually pretty shocked with how much of it I found interesting and entertaining, even now as an adult. They really put their all into this one and I think the movie theme really paid off.

Some parts I didn’t get to were the aforementioned article on the history of film and film effects, which isn’t a bad read, especially if you’re into the good old days of practical effects.

There was an interview with at-the-time child star Michelle Trachtenberg, to promote the upcoming release of the Nickelodeon film Harriet the Spy, which featured her in the starring role. I partly didn’t talk about it because I didn’t think there was much to say, and partly out of spite because that movie was pretty bad. Also because I’m running out of available image slots on this post. But mainly the first two reasons! Sort of.

Oh, yeah, and that alien mongrel QZ made another appearance, answering kids’ questions and just looking gross as usual. Avoid page 52 at all costs!

So yeah, that’ll do it! I’m glad I got to tackle another 90’s issue. I’ve also been thinking about branching out a bit, maybe talking about other Nickelodeon books, or heck, maybe even doing retrospectives of some of their shows! If anybody’s interested or has any requests (Nickelodeon Magazine related or otherwise), feel free to let me know. Otherwise I’ll just keep using my little spinner board that I use to make all decisions related to this blog.

Until next time, have a good one, and keep on reading!

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wispisstillverybored67 · 2 years ago

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Hara-kiri

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𝙄. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➪𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Yumishii Orochi (last name first)

➪𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

You-me-she Oh-roe-chee.

➪𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Orochi comes from the Yamata-no-Orochi,

➪𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)

Chi-Chi (by Yoimiya).

➪𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Male

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

Male

➪𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

He/him (hates being called a she)

➪𝚊𝚐𝚎

24.

➪𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑

�� September 30th

➪𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑/𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Inazuma

➪𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌/𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝

Libra

➪𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

Two chunks Inazuman, one chunk Liyuese, one tiny smidge Sumerun.

➪𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎(𝚜)

Inazuman, Mondstadt, Teyvat's common language;

➪𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Neutral/Chaotic Good

➪𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

Middle class

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𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

➪𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎

Gloomy Sky-Seeker

➪𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑

"Red Spider Crabby"

(Orochi's specialty. Lying on top of the perfectly grilled crab shell, sits the perfectly cooked and seasoned crab meat, paired with the rich, supple, myriad crab roe. The meat itself seems to be sizzling still. Seemingly predicting the inevitable complaints about it's richness, Orochi thought to add cooling Dendrobium, meant to be eaten along to refresh your tongue. While you wolf this down, you take a few peaks at his face. He seems pleased... if it were not for the fact that he's frozen himself in an ice cube.

➪𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Deer-Boy in the Headlights

➪𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

N/A

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

Catalyst

➪𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Dendro

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Occulta Cervix

➪𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤(𝐬):

Swatting Blow: Launches up to 4 homing orbs that cycle through Dendro, Electro, and Hydro DMG.

Charged Attack- Consumes a certain amount of Stamina, and fires a beam that deals Dendro DMG

Plunging Attack- Gathering the might of Dendro, Orochi plunges towards the ground from mid-air, damaging all opponents in his path. Deals AoE Dendro DMG upon impact with the ground.

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥: Sho-Chiku-Bai

Fires a beam which primarily deals Dendro or Cryo DMG at the target, while also summoning a flower mark. If Orochi, or a marked ally is attacked, the attacking opponent suffers damage equal to 20% of ATK. Damage may be boosted or reduced depending on the elemental damage applied to the attacking opponent.

Don't flaunt your pretty blossoms... peach and plum.

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭: Bane of Kushi-Inada-Hime

Brambles upon brambles in the form of a legendary serpent dash out and converge onto the battlefield, dealing Dendro DMG to any opponent in the way. Deals continuous Dendro DMG as traps on the battlefield, and can react with other elements to cause Burgeon or Aggravate.

If he was such a monster... Then he'll be the evil monster. Just like they said.

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭(𝐬):

1st Ascension passive: Eyes of the Killer Queen

When Orochi uses Sho-Chiku-Bai, a random character under 100% hp is healed by 16% of their ATK.

4th Ascension passive: Truth of a Name

Opponents caught in Bane of Kushi-Inada-Hime suffer reduced Attack and Resistance for 10 seconds.

• Attack by 25%

• Resistance by 25%

This effect can happen every 5 seconds.

Utility passive: Silent Wish

When a Perfect Cooking is achieved on a dish, he has a 20% chance of refunding a portion of the ingredients used.

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𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

➪𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛/𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎

Red, wide, feminine, noticeable lashes.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

Blonde

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎/𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

Neck length side extensions, short.

➪𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

6"4

➪𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

N/A

➪𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

Even-handed

➪𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎

Mesomorphic

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎

Dark skinned.

➪𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

➪𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛(𝚜)

One over his eye. Unknown origin, tingles with Electro when touched, but it seems to sting to him.

➪𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘(𝚜)

N/A

➪𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜)

N/A

➪𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔(𝚜)

Just... several freckles and a mole under his nose.

➪𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝(𝚜)

(how do they dress normally? Describe it and/or insert a picture here)

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

-A pair of purple horns attached to his head. They've got a creepily natural feel to them. Ironically, he put it on to blend in with others

-A purple choker to look more feminine.

➪𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎

You guys ever played Puyo Puyo Tetris (2)... and heard Ex? My dear beloved He's voiced by, basic answer I know but, Matt Mercer, and that deep enough voice just fits.

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝(𝚜)

His horns and red eyes. And his Sumerun/Natlanese look as an Inazuma native.

➪𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

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𝙄𝙑. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

Painfully shy and reserved. Withdrawn, never not seems to have an air of unease about him. He's always been like this, even to his own family. Though he hates attention, he yearns for friends, and can't figure out how to go about getting them. In battle, however... that's another story. His wish for justice and fairness clash with his pent up stress and frustrations, thus giving him a... battle fury, in a sense. Madness proves to be the one thing in this fury, giving, or unleashing, a sense of intense sadism. Periods in this battle fury are largely forgotten by Orochi, but he may become bothered by these states if you tell him.

➪𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

¹ Patience

² Firm morals

³ Gentle

⁴ Perceptive

⁵ Kind

➪𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

¹ Crippling shyness

² Timidity

³ Sadism

⁴ Unease

⁵ Paranoia

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Introvert.

➪𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Mix between Dandere or Hinedere.

➪𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

Food, ghost stories.

➪𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊(𝚜)

Speaking to others, what may be Celestia's true nature.

➪𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜

Cooking, gathering ingredients, exploration.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

Alcohol, filler words, overeating.

➪𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝(𝚜)

Pretty people, good food.

➪𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎(𝚜)

Bad behavior justifications, prejudice.

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

¹ Improv

² Delegation

³ Expedite

⁴ Well-read

⁵ Write

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𝙑. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; (low/medium/high)

➪𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

➪𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

➪𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 ; (low/medium/high)

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; (low/medium/high)

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𝙑𝙄. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡

➪𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

Skewed away from fruits and vegetables but is actually pretty good otherwise.

➪𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

None.

➪𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)

N/A

➪𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜

Fox fur.

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎

Actually pretty stable until you put him in battle.

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)

Probably autistic. Probably not.

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𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

6/10

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

7/10

➪𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖

8/10

➪𝚠𝚒𝚝

7/10

➪𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

4/10

➪𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

2/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

8/10

➪𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

7/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊

5/10

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

9/10

➪𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊

1/10

➪𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

6/10

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢

8/10

➪𝚌𝚕𝚘ѕ𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

7/10

➪𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

10/10

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𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

➪𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

¹ Being left alone

² Night walks

³ Wine

⁴ The straightforward

⁵ Cooking

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

¹ Mint

² Being left alone

³ Poorly made food

⁴ Fishing

⁵ Criminals

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; Green

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Irodori Festival

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Night

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; Tahchin, Tonkotsu Ramen, Crab Roe Kourayaki

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; Rainbow Aster

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Overcast, stormy.

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; Rain

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; Silk

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; N/A

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; Fall

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; N/A

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; Fantasy

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Onibudou

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Horror

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; Xinyan's.

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; Rock-n'-roll

➪𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; Purple

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Irodori Festival

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Afternoon

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; Mint Salad, Goulash, Sunshine Sprat.

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; Minty Fruit Tea

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Clear

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; New book smell.

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; Hair

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; Yes

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; Summer

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; N/A

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; Erotica (again)

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; A Legend of Sword

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Romance/erotica

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; N/A

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; Hip-hop or rap.

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎

My country, right or wrong. If right, keep it right, if wrong, set it right.

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𝙄𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭

➪𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝

Gloominess is his hidden forte. At least... he'll fight when he feels up for it?

➪𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕/𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜

If he has a problem with speaking, what makes you think he doesn't have a problem with other things that require balls?

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕��/𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍

He's often on the road, since he's paranoid of getting his things stolen, he keeps things orderly.

➪𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕/𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕

This question is a surefire way of short-circuiting his brain.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢/𝚜𝚊𝚍

Is constantly making that face with a neutral expression. What he feels is a mystery.

➪𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕/𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

Painful awareness is his killer. Craves for those who wronged him to get some form of comeuppance.

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝/𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

He is unsure of others intentions... and his own.

➪𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎

He has a heart, you know...

➪𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝

Rarely has anything to say. Rarely work up the balls to say things.

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➪𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Bisexual

➪𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Same as above (no preference)

➪𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

Crushes on:

Chongyun

Yoimiya

Ayaka

Ayato

Yanfei

Focalors

➪𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜

Eternally Single.

➪𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Yumishii Misaki

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 42

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; Alive

A lively and dramatic chef, originally from Watatsumi Island, but moved to Narukami Island as an adolescent. She's probably the only non-introvert in the family. She utterly adores her son, and is highly curious of his exploits. One quarter Sumerun.

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Yumishii Kuzuryuu

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 41

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; Alive

A quiet, unassuming lad, originally from Yashiori Island, but moved to Narukami Island as a child. His introversion only multiplied in Orochi. He utterly adores his son, and is highly curious on his exploits. One quarter Sumerun.

➪𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜

N/A

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𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

➪𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍/𝚞𝚙𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐

Lived a relatively average life. Desired to explore the world at a very young age. Helped remove a bandit attack on his home village when he was 8 by killing the leader in a fit of fear, and was gifted a Vision for his efforts. Is being eyed on by the envious and the covetous for his grasps (and the fact that he, as an 8 year old, knew death), so he left Inazuma at age 21, finding work as a mercenary and bounty hunter.

➪𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

They're both alright.

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Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month Book Recs

Adults:

Daughter of the Moon Goddess by Sue Lynn Tan

Disorientation by Elaine Hsieh Chou

To Paradise by Hanya Yanagihara

Fiona and Jane by Jean Chen Ho

The Cartographers by Peng Shepherd

Peach Blossom Spring by Melissa Fu

Kids:

One, Two, Three Dim Sum: A Mandarin-English Counting Book by Rich Lo

Grandpa Grumps by Katrina Moore

No Kimchi for Me! by Aram Kim

Eyes that Kiss in the Corners by Joanna Ho

Amy Wu and the Perfect Bao by Kat Zhang

The Most Beautiful Thing by Kao Kalia Yang

Teens:

Loveboat Reunion by Abigail Hing Wen

A Thousand Steps Into Night by Traci Chee

K-Pop Revolution by Stephan Lee

Once Upon A K-Prom by Kat Cho

This Place is Still Beautiful by XiXi Tian

Almost American Girl: an Illustrated Memoir by Robin Ha

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starricandi-doodles · 3 years ago

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Here’s a drawing of SDSO’s Peach. She’s so funny and cute.

#fanart #nopixel #peach chee #digital art #drawings

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sebille · 4 months ago

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someone say gta rp? who did you watch?

I love penta ... I'm sorry

#cop rp on 3.0 nopixel when chang gang and x q c weren't being little bitches was peak #esp when the SDSO were active.#also just EARLY nopixel burgershot. PEAK.#Randy wrangler is the best character. Peach chee is the second best.

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witchkitch · 7 years ago

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🍑🌞 Grilled Peach Summer Salad

Peaches (protection, warding, love, longevity) Arugula (attraction, abundance, psychic power) Farro (prosperity, abundance, protection, healing) Blueberries (protection, warding, banishment) Red Onion (prosperity, stability, protection, healing) Bleu Cheese** (positivity, manifestation, love, warding) Pistachios (curse breaking, influence, warding) 2 tablespoons Maple Syrup (spiritual healing, fortune, longevity) 1 1/2 tablespoons Bourbon (cleansing, protection, growth, love) 1 teaspoon Rosemary (cleansing, purifying, healing, protection) 1 clove Garlic (protection, healing, warding) 1 small Shallot (prosperity, glamour, protection, healing) 1/3 cup Olive Oil (healing, peace, protection) Salt (cleansing, protection, banishment) Pepper (banishment, protection, warding)

**optional (vegetarian.vegan)🥄

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pupyzu · 3 years ago

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ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧* ੈ✩‧₊˚ fruit themed names + pronouns !!

rq by anon!

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names !! ⊹ ⁺

peach[ie]

clement[ine]

berr[y/ie]

quince

crispin

mirabell[e]

cerise

avalon

linn[ea/ia]

frais[e]

fig

pomme[line]

citron

syca[more]

zetta

pronouns !! ⊹ ⁺

app/apple/apples/apples/appleself

apri/cot/apris/cots/apriself, cotself, or apricotself

av/avo/avs/avs/avself

ban/bana/bans/bans/banself

ber/berr/bers/bers/berryself

black/berry/berr/berrs/blackself, berrself, or berryself

blue/berry/berr/berrs/blueself, berrself, or berryself

boy/sen/boys/sens/boysenself

canta/loupe/loupes/loupes/cantaself, loupeself, or canataloupeself

cherr/cherr/cherrs/cherrs/cherryself

ci/cit/citru/citrus/citruself

clemen/tine/tines/tines/tineself, clemenself, clementself, or clementineself

coco/cocos/cocoself

cot/cot/cots/cots/cotself

crai/sin/crais/sins/craiself or craisinself

cran/berry/berr/berrs/cranself, berrself, or berryself

cur/rant/curr/currs/currself or currantself

date/dates/dateself

dra/gon/fruits/fruits/dragonself

du/rian/dus/rians/durianself

fig/fig/figs/figs/figself

go/ji/jis/jis/gojiself

grape/grape/grapes/grapes/grapeself

gua/va/guas/vas/guaself, guavself or guavaself

honey/dew/dews/dews/honeyself, dewself, or honeydewself

jack/fruit/fruits/fruits/jackfruitself

ki/kir/kirs/kirs/kirself

ki/kiwi/kiwis/kiwis/kiwiself

kum/quat/quats/quats/quatself or kumquatself

lem/lem/lems/lems/lemself

lem/lemon/lemons/lemons/lemonself

lim/lime/limes/limes/limeself

lon/gan/lons/gans/lonself or longanself

ly/chee/lys/chees/lyself, cheeself, or lycheeself

manda/rine/rines/rines/rineself, mandaself, mandarself, or mandarineself

mang/mango/mangs/mangs/mangself/mangoself

mango/steen/steens/steens/steenself or mangosteenself

mel/melon/melo/melons/melonself

mul/berry/berr/berrs/mulself, berrself, or berryself

musc/musc/muscas/muscas/muscaself

necta/rine/nectar/nectars/nectarself

o/live/lives/lives/oliveself

oran/orange/orans/orans/orangeself

pa/paya/pas/payas/payaself, papaself, or papayaself

pass/sion/sions/sions/sionself or passionself

peach/peach/peaches/peaches/peachself

pear/pear/pears/pears/pearself

per/simm/per/pers/persimself or persimmonself

pine/apple/pines/apples/pineself or pineappleself

plan/tain/plans/tains/planself or plantainself

plum/plum/plums/plums/plumself

pom/pom/poms/poms/pomself

pom/pome/pomes/pomes/pomself or pomeself

prickly/pear/pear/pears/pricklyself or pricklypearself

pum/pum/pums/pums/pumself

pump/pumpkin/pumpkins/pumpkins/pumpkinself

quin/quince/quinces/quinces/quinceself

rai/sin/rais/sins/raiself or raisinself

ram/butan/rams/buts/rambutanself

rasp/berry/berr/berrs/raspself, berrself, or berryself

rasp/rasp/rasps/rasps/raspself

sour/sop/sours/sops/sourself, sopself, or soursopself

star/fruit/fruits/fruits/starfruitself or starself

stawb/strawb/strawbs/strawbs/strawbself

tama/rind/tamar/tamars/tamaself, tamarself, or tamarindself

tange/rine/rines/rines/rineself, tangeself, tangerself, or tangerineself

toma/tom/toms/toms/tomself

winter/melon/melons/melons/melonself or winterself

#fruit names #fruit pronouns #name help #pronoun help #nico’s rambles

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ah-kill-es · 4 years ago

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what it’s like to live with a family that speaks more than four languages

i can hear my brother practicing for his french exams two rooms over. the other day, upon coming home from work, my mom proclaimed that he speaks french with an english accent. he mostly speaks spanish at home. he goes, ‘see-l voh-uhs plah-eet’. my mom tries to correct him and fails miserably.

my gran calls me ‘ruliña’ (turtle dove, galician), my aunt calls me ‘pisică’ (kitty, romanian), and my mom calls me her ‘bastard bitch’ lovingly at least five times per day.

i literally cannot lend anyone my (spanish) copy of the book thief because it’s full of notes in italian to the point that it’s almost illegible.

my mom asked me the other day over breakfast how to say ‘pandemic’ in english. i told her, and then asked her ‘didn’t you go to college for five years to get an english degree? shouldn’t you know this?’ and she deadpanned: ‘cuando yo era joven, no teníamos pandemias’. i spent the next five minutes laughing.

‘one time i forgot how to say cube and so i asked for the tridimensional square’

my mom, talking to my gran: a negra veu pola mañá e quería mimos

my ass, who was completely not paying attention: ¿qué neg-? OH, TE REFIERES A LA GATA

‘mira como están los tres gatos todos juntos’

‘all together’

‘insieme’

‘ensemble’

‘xuntos’

‘‘ensemble’ y ‘ensamblar’ deben de venir de la misma palabra, ¿no?’

‘look at all those sea... sea...’

‘sea...?’

‘sea... birds, sea things, sea fucks!’

‘DO YOU MEAN SEAGULLS?’

‘twenty-cinco’

we’ve distorted our cats’ names so much by pronouncing them with an over-the-top english accent and now they don’t even look at us when we call them.

i was a kid sitting on my aunt’s lap while messaging her romanian boyfriend. at one point, she asked me to write something in romanian and send it. i do so, and then ask what that meant. she told me, ‘it means, ‘do you love auntie?’’ i felt so embarrassed and i buried the incident so deep in my mind that it took me years to realize that the dude would obviously know that it was my aunt who asked me to write that since i don’t speak a word of romanian.

‘¿quién canta esa canción?’

‘my chemical romance’

‘¿my chemical romans?’

my gran being unable to pronounce peach’s name and so she calls him ‘pee-chee’

‘un, deux, trois, qua-’

‘UNO, DONI, TENI, CATONI, QUINI, QUINETE, SUBICHES ENRIBA DO MEU CABALETE’

‘ABUELA’

my mom calling the microwave ‘mic-rou-uave jo-rn’ just to spite me

#polyglot #polyglot family #langblr #languages #spanish #french #romanian #galician #english #tongueblr #bilingual #trilingual #multilingual #swift footed achilles' monologue #italian

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The Dying Song

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bangtanloverboys · 4 years ago

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wasteland, baby // jjk

summary - others deemed jungkook cold, maybe even unreliable. his business and the safety of his family was all that really mattered to him. or at least that was, until you came into the picture. now he cant stop himself from falling for you.

or alternately:

it's mafia au jungkook, but gay

pairing - mafia boss!jungkook x male!reader

genre - fluff, angst, smut; mafia au

word count - 17.1k

warnings - allusions of drugs, grinding, jungkook is surprisingly soft for a mafia boss, yn is so oblivious, gays moving at strange paces but what do you expect they’re gay, vmin mentioned, minor violence and injuries, use of homophobic language (faggot and queer), implied torture, yoongi tries to flirt with jimin, making out, lowkey consent kink, nipple play, daddy kink, anal fingering, fellatio, handjob, top!jungkook, bottom!reader, soft dom!jungkook, sub!reader, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (pls use condoms), creampie, aftercare, cuddling

author’s note - behold my baby, i have no idea how he got this fucking long but here he is. i worked really hard on this so i hope yall enjoy this. be gay, do crime. big big shout out to @vinterjeon for the summary ily; and big big shout out to @yoongs-jeontae @rougebangtan @foxybread @chelsea-chee @absoluteyoongit and everyone in the ghostie chat for helping me out with this monster ;-;

Jungkook was in an especially sour mood tonight, the pounding of the music doing nothing to lighten his demeanor. He wanted nothing more than to return home to his estate, but he was currently in the middle of a meeting with the club owner, going about discussions on loaning the poor man some money and in return Jungkook and his men could sell their goods here. It was nothing new to Jungkook’s agenda, and frankly he should’ve just sent some men out to deal with it in his stead. But his right hand man, Namjoon, told him it was best for him to make the deal in person. Something about good impressions and needing to get out of the house.

He sighed, listening to the man beg and plead for some extra cash. Downing the last of the whiskey he’d been nursing the past 10 minutes, he placed it on the table in front of the owner and gave him a tight smile. “You got yourself a deal. I’ll have my accountant wire you the money, expect to see more of us here.” Jungkook stood, straightening himself up as the man thanked him profusely. Giving him a curt nod, he then excused himself from the meeting and made his way out from the VIP section. “I still don’t understand why I needed to make the deal myself.” He grumbled as Namjoon caught up to him.

“Because Jungkook, you need to start solidifying your relationships with other businesses. You’ve spent so long in that damn house people are beginning to question their loyalty” He explained as they made their way down the stairs and into the main dancing area. “Besides, thought you might want to get out and I don’t know, find someone to let your frustrations out.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you before Namjoon, I’m not in the mood for a woman-” He was cut off by someone bumping into him. Quickly, he turned his head just in time to catch you facing him.

He watched as your eyes checked him up and down. “Sorry,” you said with a smirk playing on your lips before another man with peach colored hair pulled you away, tugging you towards the bar. Jungkook stood there and kept his eyes focused on you as you ordered a fruity drink alongside your friend, both of you giggling away in your own little world.

“Perhaps you’re not in the mood for a woman,” Namjoon mused from beside him. “Maybe you want a man instead?” He raised his eyebrows at him, eliciting Jungkook to scoff at the elder.

“I’ll be home late,” he muttered as he straightened out his jacket. He was right however, Jungkook was frustrated and needed someone to take it out on. And the way you looked at him gave him more than enough reasoning to tell him that you were more than willing to be that man.

Namjoon gave him a slap on the shoulder as he made his way over to you at the bar. You were facing away from him, but your friend looked directly at Jungkook as he approached. Your friend whispered something in your ear before stalking off in another direction. He must’ve made you aware of his presence because soon as he was a single step away from you, you turned to face him.

“Hello there.” You again shamelessly checked him out. Jungkook was no better, drinking in your form. You must’ve returned from dancing as your face was flushed and covered in a sheen layer of sweat, causing you to glow in the lowlighting of the club. You radiated confidence, perhaps it was spurred on by the alcohol you undoubtedly consumed tonight, but there was something just behind your eyes that he couldn’t place. And he was going to find out.

“Good evening,” he said, leaning on the bar next to you. He kept his eyes trained on you as you bit your lip and scooted closer to him. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here?”

“Just having a night out, what about you handsome? What are you doing?” You purred as your hand traced up the lapels of his suit jacket. He was amused as he watched your hand dance around his chest.

“Just finishing up some business. However, I’m thinking about. . . other plans,” he admitted, his hand beginning to snake around your waist. But before he could tug you in, you pushed his hand away. Jungkook barely had enough time to register what you had done before leaning forward.

“Dance with me.” Your breath was hot against his skin. Pressing a quick and teasing kiss to the shell of his ear before you pulled away, slowly making your way back to the dancefloor. Even in the low lighting of the club, Jungkook could tell your eyes had darkened since he approached you. Against his better judgement, he followed you towards the dance floor.

The once blaringly annoying music turned into a sultry beat which had him pulling your back to his front. He heard you let out a surprised gasp but you leaned into his touch, grinding against him. Jungkook let out a soft groan as the two of you danced and moved to the beat of the music. His hands roamed the sides of your body, your own reaching behind him to mess up his hair. The more you ground your ass against him, the harder he could feel himself getting, and he knew that you could tell.

You spun around to face him, hands now on his shoulders and tracing down against his chest. Without thinking, he placed his thigh between your legs, feeling your hard bulge against him. A strangled moan escaped past your lips as you rested your head against him. Jungkook’s hands slowly fell to your ass and started to move your hips against him. A smirk tugged on his lips as your fists closed around his suit jacket, whimpering as you worked yourself against his thigh. Jungkook lowered his face to your ear, but before he could even get a word out, your friend from earlier interrupted.

“Y/N-ieeeee!” The pink haired guy threw himself on to you and pulled you away from Jungkook. “I’m -hic- tirrred.” He slurred as he clung to you. You had a pained expression on your face, clearly not wanting to leave your friend alone. Before you could even muster out an excuse, Jungkook held up a hand to silence you.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Perhaps another time.” The way he said it was hopeful but he knew better than seeing a random stranger again. The city was huge and it was very unlikely they’d run into each other again, especially with Jungkook’s history. You gave him a weak smile and said thanks before escorting your friend out from the dance floor and out of the club. He kept his eyes on you as you disappeared into the crowd and let out a sigh.

Fishing his phone out from his pocket, he stepped away from the hoards of people and towards the back alley exit. Away from the loud noises he quickly selected Namjoon’s number, telling him to send the car back around.

“Did you even listen to what I said?” His friend said from the other side of the line.

“I tried but we got. . . interrupted. Just hurry up alright, the music is getting annoying.” He then promptly hung up the phone. “Y/N. . . Nice name. . .”

The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache. Slowly but surely all the memories of last night came flooding back: the club, dancing, drinking, the mystery man. You let out a long groan as you covered your face with a pillow. Goddammit, did you really do that? And did you really let him get away?

Before you could even think about getting up, Jimin burst through your door with a smile on his face. “Good morning!” For some reason Jimin could get completely wasted and still have less of a hangover than you, and you envied him for that ability as you were laying there suffering.

“Go away!” You groaned as you pulled the covers to hide away from your cheery friend.

“Nuh uh, time to get up and start the day!” He said as he sat down on the bed and pulled the blankets away from you. “Besides you gotta tell me about Mr. Fancy-Pants from last night.”

“There’s barely anything to tell because your drunk ass wanted me to take you home!”

“Yeaaah,” Jimin scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. But tell me about him. Name, age, is he sugar daddy material? He was wearing a very expensive suit to a cheap club.”

You rolled your eyes as you sat up, the sudden movement hurting your head. You hissed as you leaned over to your bedside table and took a couple gulps from your trust water bottle. “Name unknown, age unknown, sugar daddy material maybe,” you chuckled as you recalled the handsome stranger’s face. The way his dark hair fell over his eyes, his soft kissable lips, and the small scar you could make out on his cheekbone in the dim light of the club. “But fuck was he hot. And his dick! God, his dick was big.”

“I thought you didn’t do anything?” Your roommate raised a brow at you. “And you know better than to withhold the juicy details from me.”

“Because we sadly didn’t, all we did was dance but fuck I could feel how hard he was and- Mmmm, I would’ve gotten on my knees right then and there,” you sighed, fantasizing about what could’ve been.

Jimin simply laughed at you, “Think you’ll see him again? I mean, I vaguely remember him saying something about another time?”

To which he was right, the mysterious stranger did say another time while his voice and words said one thing, you could clearly tell in his eyes that he didn’t mean it. While it did hurt to think about, he was right. You two probably wouldn’t have had anything more than a one night stand. No matter how much you dreamed about getting to know him and learning his likes, dislikes, what he was like as a person (and in bed). It wasn’t going to happen. He knew that, so did you.

“No. . . Probably just being polite.” You dismissed the idea, letting go of the dream of seeing him ever again. “Anyways, you make breakfast or something?”

The two of you get up and make your way to the kitchen where Jimin did indeed make breakfast for the both of you. Consisting of eggs and bacon, plus his disgusting hangover cure that you absolutely refused to know the recipe of but drank anyway. The two of you discussed what you would be doing the rest of the day, seeing how it was still early in the day and what you might do later on in the weekend. You were going to sort through orders for the bookstore you work at, while Jimin wanted to go out again in hopes of seeing your mystery man once again.

“No Jimin, I doubt he’s there and I need to go through these orders before Monday.” To which your roommate called you lame before going back to watching his trash reality TV. You rolled your eyes at his childishness as you went through and checked the next orders that would be arriving by the time you got back in the shop. The rest of the weekend seemed to roll by without any issue, the mysterious stranger far from your mind.

Monday eventually comes around and you’re in the bookshop organizing all the books you have. As people come in and out of the store, the more you have to reorganize the shelves and try your damndest not to lose your mind at the next entitled mother who is upset you no longer shelve Harry Potter. Currently your boss, Eugene, had abandoned you, saying he needed to go to the bank, leaving you alone at the helm. You were slightly annoyed at the poor timing as you’re about a half an hour from your lunch break. The bell above the door rings, signaling to you a new customer has arrived. Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for whoever it may be this time.

“Hello welcome, how may I-” You turned, a big customer service smile on your face but the words died in your throat as you laid eyes on the new arrival. Dressed in an even nicer suit (if that’s even possible), was the mysterious stranger from the club the other night.

He also appeared to remember you as a quick look of surprise flashes over his handsome face. “Hello,” he said, sounding pleasantly surprised. Was he happy to see you again?

“I- uh, hi,” you responded, your face flushing under his gaze. The two of you stayed silent for a moment, taking in each other’s presence. You must’ve looked horrible in comparison to the last time he saw you as last time you were wearing much nicer clothes and not working under a lot of stress from a customer service job. He on the other hand looked just as good, if not even more so than the last time you saw him. Eventually the quiet staring became too much. “Uh, is there anything I can help you with?”

Panic flashed across his face. “Right! I uh. . I’m here to purchase a book.”

You waited a few seconds, waiting for him to elaborate. “A book on. . ?”

You watch as his eyes darted around frantically“I, uh. . .birds!” He exclaimed.

“Birds?” You chuckled at the way he basically announced to the world what his purchase was going to be. “Any particular bird or just birds in general?”

“Nothing in particular, just. . . birds,” he said, looking a little less confident in his answer.

“Alright, Bird Man, if you’ll just follow me,” you teased as you moved from behind the counter and towards the non-fiction nature section of the store. With each step you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. Was he embarrassed? Did he not want to see you again? Thoughts seemed to be running through your head so fast that you nearly passed the bird section entirely. “Okay, uh, books on birds. Here we are, if you need anything else I’ll be-'' Before you could even step away from him, his hand encased your wrist.

“Wait- uh, what’s your opinion? On. . . these bird books. . .” You looked at the man, who seemed to be nervous, nothing like the man who practically oozed sex appeal and control from the other night. It was something you couldn’t help but find endearing.

“Well, it depends on what the bird books are for. Are you just looking to inform yourself more about birds or are you interested in bird watching?” You asked as you turned toward the bookshelf, looking for the books for either answer so you could be ready to pull them off.

“Bird watching, I’m. . . starting a new hobby?” He answered, sounding a bit unsure about his words.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow but then turn back to the books in front of you. “In that case, this book,” you pulled a heavier looking book off the shelf and handed it to him, “should give you all the information you need.”

“Thank you,” he nodded as he took the book in his hands.

“Is that all you needed today?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, let's ring you up.” Again in silence the two of you made your way back towards the register. Neither of you said anything unless it was related to the purchase; asking if it would be cash or card, and telling him when to swipe his card when the machine prompted him. When you saw him pull out a black card you nearly choked; you quickly made a mental note to tell Jimin that the mysterious stranger was indeed sugar daddy material. You stole a few more glances at him as you waited for the machine to process his purchase. “Thank you for shopping with us.” You said, handing him his receipt. “Hope you enjoy your new book, Mr. Bird Man.”

That got a chuckle out of him as he placed his receipt into the book. “I will, Y/N.”

The use of your name had you freeze for a second. “How do you know my name?”

“Well your friend the other night called you that and you are wearing a name tag,” he explained, gesturing to the metal clip that displayed your name for all the world to see.

The realization had heat rushing to your cheeks. “Right, forgot about that for a second.”

“Happens to the best of us,” he goes to turn to leave the shop which has your heart dropped for a second. You know it was foolish to think that he would stay to get to know you more but clearly neither of you had hopes of seeing each other again yet here he was! In the store you worked at! That had to mean something, right? But in that split second of you feeling dread, he turned back to face you. “Sorry if this is me overstepping my boundaries, but would you like to grab coffee?”

“Yes!” You squeaked out, to which you immediately cleared your throat. “I mean, yes. I’d like that very much.” The man smiled at your eagerness, clearly happy with your response. “My lunch break is in about 20 minutes, if that’s alright with you?”

“That’s perfect actually, meet me at the coffee shop across the street?” He gestured behind his shoulder, the coffee shop that was parallel to the bookstore easily in view. “I’ll see you then.” He slowly started to turn but you grabbed his hand, you swear you saw him panic for a moment.

“Wait, I uh, I don’t know your name.”

As quick as the panic flashed in his eyes, it vanished and was replaced with warm regard. “It’s Jungkook.”

He almost couldn’t believe it. Jungkook spent the entire weekend working on collecting debts and keeping his men in check, but all that time you never left his brain. That cute guy from the club, with those fascinating eyes. Sitting there in the back of his mind. Why you never left his brain was a mystery to him, was it because you never finished what you started? Whatever the reason was, he was happy he got to see you again.

He entered the store thinking he’ll have a quick meeting with Mr. Kang, the owner of the bookstore, about rent and paying off his debt that was owed but upon seeing you he was stunned into silence. When you started asking questions about looking for a book he panicked, he didn’t need a book. He needed to talk to your boss! Not wanting to raise any suspicion with you, he just named the first thing that came to his mind which was birds. Now he had a book on birds that he really didn’t need but he couldn’t really care as he was going to see you again.

Jungkook made his way across the street; he debated on purchasing something but decided to wait for you. He sat himself down in the corner of the coffee shop, it was secluded enough that he doubted anyone would recognize him, which should work out in his favor. He quickly sent a message to Hoseok saying he needed him to collect the money from Mr. Kang, saying that something came up and he couldn’t get it himself. All he got in response was a thumbs up emoji and then he put his phone away.

He tapped away on the table, waiting for you to arrive. How long was 20 minutes again? Had it been that long yet? Every time he checked his watch time seemed to just slow down even more. He sighed and stared at the book that was laid out in front of him. “Might as well,” he muttered to himself as he opened the book and started to sift through the pages. Jungkook skimmed over the information on the types of birds and habitats of the local aves, mainly paying attention to the photographs and diagrams; finding those images more entertaining than the actual text.

Looking through the book helped pass the time because after a while, he heard your voice above him. “How’s the book so far?” His eyes darted up immediately to see you, still in uniform but now your name tag is off. “Sorry if I startled you.”

Jungkook stood up. “It’s no problem.” On instinct his hand shot out for you to shake, before he could cringe at his actions and retreat his hand, you took it in hand and gave a firm shake. “Please, sit.” He let go of your hand and gestured to the seat next to you. The two of you sat there for a moment, not exactly knowing what to do next. He couldn’t help but stare at you, seeming so different from the other night. Not a bad different, but he could finally place what that look was behind your eyes when he first approached you.

Innocence.

Not childlike no, nothing of the sorts. You still seemingly had joy in your life, unlike Jungkook whose life has been surrounded by pain and violence since the day he was born. He wanted nothing more than to protect that flame of innocence, keep you safe. But he realized he couldn’t do that, he shouldn’t do that. Not in his line of work.

He could feel guilt build up in his stomach, he shouldn’t have asked you here. He should’ve left you alone. He should’ve-

“So, Jungkook,” you started. “Besides wanting to start bird watching, what else do you do?” You leaned forward on the table, fully invested as to what his answer was.

“Not many hobbies I’m afraid. . . hence why I’m looking to pick up bird watching. Learn more and have time to fill my free days, at least.” The lie seemed passable as he watched you nod in understanding.

“I get that, last weekend was my first free day in a while. Normally I’m swamped with book orders,” you chuckled nervously. “But my roommate, Jimin. He’s the one who. . . interrupted us.” He felt a smirk pull on his lips as you looked away sheepishly. “After his boyfriend had to work a double shift at the hospital, he forcibly pulled me away to go out with him.”

“Does Jimin’s boyfriend not live with you?” Jungkook asked, curious to learn more about your life.

“Tae? Oh, yeah he doesn’t. But with the amount of time he’s spent over he might as well be.” You let out a small laugh, as if it was an inside joke. “What about you? Any embarrassing friends and or roommates?”

“No, nothing embarrassing.” He watched as your face fell slightly. Fuck. “Well actually. There was this one time my friend Namjoon, we were in the middle of a business meeting. He was in charge of presenting and he took the pointer and accidentally used too much force and ended up breaking the projector screen straight through to the wall.” Thankfully the details of the meeting were strictly about company loans and not anything damming him if you knew. The story did get a good laugh out of you, and Jungkook never thought a laugh could sound so beautiful. He laughed alongside you until you calmed down a bit and acted as if to wipe tears from your eyes.

“Oh man, I’m sorry but that’s- that’s too funny. Imagining someone in a suit just mess up that badly.” You were holding back more laughter. “I’d ask what the bill was but I think that would’ve been irrelevant. Seeing how- Nevermind.”

“No, not nevermind. What?” He leaned forward, he knew you’d possibly say something about his money and it was only a matter of time before you mentioned it. He had no doubts that was possibly part of your attraction to him, but you shying away from the topic did say something else about your character.

He watched as you took a deep breath. “I was saying how I’d ask but, seeing how well you’re dressed I doubt it was a large sum of money to you.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t much to us. Do you mind that?”

“I mean, I think you’re a pretty interesting guy and I’d like to get to know you more. You don’t seem to flaunt it around so no. I don’t mind.” You gave a small shrug, then you muttered a few words Jungkook didn’t seem to catch.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked, raising a brow at you.

“What was what?” You cocked your head to the side, your eyes having a playful gleam in your eyes. You wanted to play a game. He licked his lower lip and shook his head, he should’ve known you wouldn’t have gone without a fight. You wanted to play? Fine, he’ll play along.

“I said, what was that?”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Little by little he could see the tease he remembered from the club breaking through. “Don’t worry about it.” You gave him a wink.

“I don’t like it when pretty boys lie to me,” Jungkook mused, reaching forward to place his forefinger underneath your chin, his thumb grazing your lower lip. “I like it when pretty boys are good to me. Can you be good for me?” Before you even had time to react, his hand retreated to be folded in front of him.

He watched as your brain processed what just happened. You stuck your tongue between your teeth in thought as your eyes dragged him up and down. He guessed before you could think about chickening out, you started leaning across the table, Jungkook stilled as you crossed into his space. He could feel your breath on his ear before you whispered. “What I said was: bring another definition to eating the rich.”

Just as quickly as you leaned forward, you pulled away. “Why you little-”

“Excuse me?” You both turned to see a barista standing awkwardly beside your table. “Are you going to order anything?”

Since the chance encounter, you and Jungkook have continued to see each other the past 3 months, agreeing to meet up every other week whenever either of you (but mostly him) weren’t busy. What you did on the dates, if you could even really call them that, always reminded you that what was between you was way different than any other relationship you’ve had before.

At first they were small things, you’d go on walks through parks. You’d ask him how his bird watching hobby was going, which always had him feeling a little flustered; but he always responded saying that it was going well. Sometimes you’d test him, pointing to a bird and asking what type it is and you’d listen to him as he’d mutter something that was possibly right but always missed certain details.

On the dates nothing much even happened, besides him linking arms with you. It’s not like you didn’t want anything to happen, because you definitely tried. You’d attempt brushing hands, placing a hand a bit too high on his thigh, anything to get a rouse out of him. The look in his eyes told you he wanted to go in that direction, but he never let it go that way. Giving you a stern look and pushing your hand away, before continuing what he was talking about. Alongside nothing happening between you two, you barely had an idea of a label of what to even call the type of relationship you had. Whatever the two of you were, you, or more so Jungkook, didn’t talk much about it.

Then the dates slowly got a bit more extravagant. He once asked you if you were free for him to pick you up on a Friday evening for a surprise. This was one of the only times you’d seen him drive, all other times he asked to meet you somewhere. To now pick you up from where you lived was a step forward, wasn’t it? Whatever it was, upon entering his car, he handed you a blind fold. You gave him a strange look which had him chuckling and promising nothing weird will happen to you. Trusting him, you put on the blind fold. He asked you questions about your week as classical music softly emitted from his radio, to which you always responded the same about the bookstore and how it’s business has been getting strangely better the past few weeks, updates Jimin and Taehyung were doing, and other miniscule things that went on. When you asked him questions though, he always gave you the same response.

“Business as usual, but it’s nothing really important.”

His job really was his life. There was one time he did let it slip that besides his work, you were the only other thing he was starting to care about and that definitely had you blushing.

Back to the mystery date though, he parked his car and helped you out of the car, Jungkook took you by the elbow and led you towards the place. Once inside he removed the blind fold to show that he had rented out an entire aquarium for the evening! When you asked him why you couldn’t just go when there were people, he said something about liking privacy to which you could understand. You had a few more dates where he would rent out museums, greenhouse gardens, and when you asked him about any updates on his bird knowledge he took you to an aviary where he named all different types of birds.

Tonight however was a different date as it was to celebrate your birthday. While technically your birthday was last week, he felt guilty about not being there to celebrate with you so he decided that he was going to take you to a very nice restaurant and treat you.

You just finished getting dressed when Jimin knocked on your door, alerting you of his presence. He let out a low whistle when he noticed you were dressed particularly nicer than usual. “Damn bitch, where are you going tonight? The Ritz?”

You chuckled at your friend’s comment, you weren’t dressed that crazy you hoped. You were wearing white button up that was loosely tucked into your black slacks, a nice loose blazer on top with a small scarf tied around your neck to add a dash of color. “It’s not that outrageous, is it?”

“No, but it’s way nicer than anything you’ve ever worn besides our graduation,” he answered. “You better give your sugar daddy some extra sugar since he’s going all out for your birthday. Goddamn.”

“Min, I’ve told you he’s not a sugar daddy!” You laughed at your friend’s claim.

“What’s the difference? He’s spending loads of money on you, isn’t he?!”

“The difference is, it’s being spent on the dates. Not material items,” you explained as you went to your dresser to pick out some rings. “I also don’t give him any sugar, you’d know if we did anything.”

“Well not all sugar daddies want sex, sometimes it’s just company,” he countered as he walked over to you. “Stick to silver, not gold.” He took the gold band out of your grasp and back in your ring stash.

“But that would also still require him to pay me, he doesn’t. We just hang out and talk, like you and Taehyung.” You pointed out as you slipped a couple silver rings onto your fingers. “These good?”

Jimin nodded as he looked at your hands. “Fancy restaurant for my birthday? Maybe. But Taehyung doesn’t rent out whole ass museums for me and we’ve been together for two years.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you went to your closet to pick out the shoes you wore when you met him at the club; still very nice looking but still comfortable enough to walk around. Glancing at your digital clock, the blue numbers displayed 7 o’clock. Jungkook said to meet him at the restaurant at 7:30. “I gotta get going, Jimin,” you said as you started towards the front door.

“Alright, text me when you arrive and then when you get home? I’m spending the night at Tae’s,” Jimin said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Will do, bye!” You started towards the elevator, phone in hand as you ordered an Uber. Thankfully the wait wasn’t that long as there was a driver nearby ready to pick you up. You went to your chat room with Jungkook to text him that you were on your way. Should you send a photo as well? You’ve sent him photos of birds and some small things you knew he liked but never a selfie. Deciding not to over think it much, you took a quick selfie. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself in the Uber, you kept the camera angle low, keeping the main focus of the photo your neck and the only part of your face visible was your lips. Before you could over analyze it too much, you sent the photo and the text. You put your phone down and stared out the window for a few minutes, watching the buildings slowly get more and more upscale. You felt your phone on your lap buzz, almost too quickly you picked it up to check the notification.

Jungkook: Cute. . . I’ll see you in a bit, pretty boy.

It wasn’t until the Uber driver looked back to check on you and asked what made you so happy when you realized you were grinning like a madman. You simply say it’s nothing, not wanting to embarrass yourself. The driver nodded and silence once again filled the car.

Once you arrived, you thanked the driver as you walked away and took in the restaurant before you. All around you the buildings and streets were bustling with life, while as you walked towards the entrance you noticed that once again, there was no one else in the restaurant. You can’t say you aren’t surprised, but you can’t over the fact he always felt like the two of you always should be private. It was a sort of attention you never ever received from anyone else.

“You must be Mr. L/N?” The host asked you as you walked towards him. You gave him a quick nod, confirming to him your identity. “Follow me, sir. Mr. Jeon is this way.” As you followed the host, you sent a quick message to Jimin as promised saying you arrived. He responded right away with a thumbs up and you then turned off your phone and kept your eyes trained on the man in front of you.

He led you towards the center of the restaurant where Jungkook sat, scrolling through his phone with a frown on his face. Oh dear, was he in a bad mood? However the frown melted away as soon as he looked up and saw you. He put his phone away as the host seated you across from him. Whenever you went out, he was always a little bit dressed up. Normally wearing slacks and a white button up, nothing extreme. But this time he wore something a bit different, wearing a fitted grey pinstripe suit and his hair was partially swopped back.

“Hi,” you sighed as you settled into the cushioned seat. Out of habit, you took the folded napkin from your plate and placed it over your lap. Even though nothing was being served yet, it was good to just get it out of the way.

“How was your day so far?” Jungkook asked with a small smile pulling on his lips as he looked at you.

“It was good. Although I do admit I was a bit nervous for this dinner,” You shyly admitted, scratching at the back of your neck.

He cocked his head to the side, “Why would you be nervous?” Concern lacing his voice.

“It’s just. . .fancy dinner for my birthday. Dressing up, it’s dumb. I’m sorry.” You waved your hand, trying to dismiss the subject but Jungkook took your other hand that’s resting on the table in his. Instantaneously, your eyes dropped to your linked hands watch as he delicately held your hand in his, then your gaze flickered up to see him staring intently at you.

“Y/N, your feelings are valid. I’m sorry if this dinner stressed you out,” he apologized. Before you could even begin to think of a rebuttal, he spoke again. “I merely wanted to give you a treat for your birthday. Next time, we can go to someplace more. . .lowkey? If that’s the proper word for it.” The smile on his face as he told you that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You going to buy out a McDonald’s for a night then?” You couldn’t help but crack the joke, and seeing Jungkook’s eyes crinkle at the line made it all the more hilarious to you; especially seeing how he probably would.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said as he gave your hand a quick squeeze before letting go. “Now, what are you hungry for tonight?”

You pulled open the menu and took in all the very fancy foods. Everything sounded delicious but the sight of the prices made your stomach churn. Was it really that much for a steak? You were about to say that you’ll get the cheapest thing, which was a sort of small fancy tuna sandwich when Jungkook told you not to worry about the price.

“It’s your night Y/N, I shall spare no expense for you.”

“As soon as I tell Jimin that line, he’s really going to think you’re a sugar daddy,” you muttered as you settled on the steak you saw earlier. You knew he heard the sugar daddy line, judging by the smirk on his face.

The host returned to take your order and the two of you talked; him continuously updating you on his growing bird knowledge and birds he’s spotted recently. Honestly when you met the man, you wouldn’t have pegged him for a bird lover yet here he is, fully embracing the hobby. As the food was served, the conversation slowed as you ate, but never ceased to be interesting.

You were nursing a glass of champagne, telling a story from college when his phone beeped. He quickly glanced at it and you watched as his cheerful smile morphed into a sneer. The warm cheery atmosphere around the two of you grew cold and you stayed silent as he looked to you. “Do you mind if I make a quick call? I promise, it’ll be quick.”

“Yeah, of course go ahead,” you answered softly. Jungkook gave you a small smile in return, the warm aura slowly returning to the dinner. He sat up and walked over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead then walked away. This was the first act of affection he’s given you since the club 3 months ago and you swear you could die a happy man right now. The action was so small, yet it was such a sweet gesture that had the butterflies in your stomach going nuts once again.

While Jungkook was on his call, you finished your steak. You sat there fiddling with the table cloth when you heard a loud “GODDAMMIT!” and glass shattering. You stood immediately to go see what the matter was but soon as you stood, one of the waiters told you to sit right back down as he rushed over to where the shout came from. From where Jungkook walked off to.

You sat there, scared. Whatever happened couldn’t be good and this was the first time you would ever see him angry. You deep down you knew he probably wasn’t going to hurt you, but then again, you don’t really know what could happen next. He was already in a somewhat bad mood, would that have a reflection on the rest of the dinner? Would he associate whatever bad news he had on you? You keep focus on your hands that have started twisting with the napkin laid on your lap, holding back tears. Only moments later did you hear footsteps return to the table, you don’t dare to turn your head to look.

“Y/N, look at me.” His voice was soft, unlike that animalistic growl that came from his throat minutes ago. You squeezed your eyes shut, doing anything to not let him see you cry. “Y/N, look at me please.” It was then you looked up, your frightened expression there for him to see. Guilt washed over his face as he got to his knees, he reached out and took both your hands in his. “I-I don’t even have the words to describe how sorry I am for that.”

“N-No, it’s-”

“It’s not alright. This was supposed to be a celebration for you, but I ruined it with. . bad news from my business.” His hand moved from yours to gently cup your face, wiping at the tears that were starting to fall. “Please forgive me.”

Nodding. “I forgive you,” you managed to get out with a sniff.

Jungkook leaned forward, you let your eyes flutter shut as his lips once again pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered against his skin. He pulled away to look you in the eyes. “Would you like to continue the dinner or would you like to return home? It’s up to you.”

You pursed your lips in thought, perhaps it wasn’t too late to salvage the last of the night. “Can we stay for a little while longer?” You whispered out. Your response had Jungkook beaming.

“Yeah, we can stay a little while longer, baby,” he responded as he stood up, but instead of returning to his seat, he pulled his chair over to be next to you. “Would you like to order some dessert? They have delicious cheesecake.”

You nodded, liking the idea of having some cheesecake. Whatever had Jungkook riled up before, seemed to have been pushed away as now he’s focusing on you and only you. Telling you about the different types of cheesecakes they have and slowly you feel the warm atmosphere return. He called over a waiter and got a slice of chocolate cheesecake for you to share. He even requested for there to be a candle on top so when it arrived, he sang happy birthday to you. His silky smooth voice had you completely captivated. Once it was time to blow out the candle and make a wish, you paused and thought for a moment. You kept your eyes trained on Jungkook before closing them and blowing out the small flame.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, pulling the candle out of the cake and handing you a fork.

“I can’t tell you or it won't come true,” you countered. “Don’t you know that?”

“But what if I’m in the business of making wishes come true?” He asked as he took a bite of the cheesecake.

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder before quickly dabbing your finger in the cream of the cake and wiping it on his nose. “Still no.”

“Why you little-” He muttered as he took the napkin from your lap and cleaned his nose of the sweet substance. You gave him a cheeky grin and continued eating the cake, both of you falling into a comfortable silence.

When the two of you finished the slice, Jungkook and you walked over to the front where he pulled out his card to pay for the meal and you waited patiently for him by the door. You tried your best to hide your shock when the huge price fell from the host’s lips as Jungkook swiped his card. Meal all paid for, the two of you walked arm and arm out of the restaurant and into the cool night air.

“Is this where we part for the night?” He turned to you, sounding a bit upset at the thought.

“Yeah, I need to get back,” you sighed as you looked up to face him. “But I had a really good time tonight.” You smiled.

“I did too,” he returned your smile. You watched as his hand came again to cup your face, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips. He slowly started lowering his head to you, he stopped however a few centimeters away from your mouth. “Happy birthday, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath fanning against your lips. He didn’t move however, he stayed there. You moved forward to close the gap but he pulled away, maintaining the same distance away from you though. He was teasing you! You must’ve started to pout because Jungkook chuckled at you before fully closing the gap.

At first the two of you just stood there, his soft lips against yours. Ever so gently, he started to move his lips against yours. His other hand moved to cup the other side of your head, your hands now resting on his wrists. You could still taste the last bit of the chocolate cheesecake on his lips, causing you to smile into the kiss.

It only lasted a few more seconds before the two of you pulled away for air; you smiled like an idiot and Jungkook just stared at you, the smallest of smiles pulling at his lips. He leaned forward again to lightly peck your lips again.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” He said as his hands fell from your face.

“Goodnight,” you giggled as you walked backwards for a few steps then turned to walk towards a less busy spot for you to call an Uber. As you walk away however you hear Jungkook make a call saying something along the lines of keeping an eye on someone. Whoever that someone is, you don’t know. Maybe related to the call earlier, but you don’t dwell on it.

Your phone took a few minutes to wake up again as you stopped at a corner, leaning against the wall of a building. You’re basking in the aftermath of the kiss, touching your lips lightly as if you feel like he’s still there. What a perfect way to end the night.

But quick as the night was over, you felt your arm get pulled down the street and into an alley. “Hey!” You called out, struggling to get away from the person who grabbed you.

“Shut up!” The man growled as he shoved you against the wall. “What’s your business with Jeon Jungkook?”

“What?” You’re confused. What does Jungkook have anything to do with this?

“Answer me, faggot!” The man punched you straight in the gut, you doubled over. The man took the opportunity to then push you to the ground and start kicking you repeatedly. “Answer! Me! You! Fucking! Queer!” He articulated each word with another kick. Tears burned at your eyes as your attacker continued, demanding you about what Jungkook’s plans are and who else he has working for him.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!” You sobbed, trying to turn onto your stomach, but the man stopped you by pressing his foot into your back, causing you to cry out again. He raised his foot up, you presumed to stomp down on your back. You tensed up, preparing yourself for the blow but it never came.

At that moment, another figure tackled your attacker to the ground. The figure has him on his back and he’s being punched repeatedly to the face. You took this moment to start crawling away, to get away from your attacker and the figure. With each movement you make though it has pain shooting down your back, you choked out a sob. You didn’t want to give up but it hurt too much. The grunting of the figure punching stopped and you heard footsteps make their way over to you.

“Please. . .don’t hurt me. . .I don’t know anything. . .” You pleaded with the shadow as it made its way over to you. But instead of demands like your attacker, a deep voice flooded your ear drums.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe.” You turned to look up and see a man with bleached blond hair look down on you. “You’re gonna be okay,” he assured you as he moved to take you in his arms. Tears started falling freely as your savior cradled you in his arms, groaning as he got to his feet. He carried you back towards the street, a black SUV parked right on the sidewalk. You were placed in the backseat of the car. “It’ll be okay. I’ll take you to Jungkook.” The voice said as he closed the door and made his way towards the driver seat.

Jungkook. You cried harder at the mention of him. What was going on? What did that man want with him? More importantly, why did he think you had any important information? Thousands of questions were running through your head as you cried into the leather of the seat. Eventually, the adrenaline wore off and your body started to fall slack. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and you could feel yourself starting to pass out. The last image that flashed through your mind was Jungkook’s smiling face.

Jungkook was only in the car for a few minutes driving back from his estate when he saw Yoongi’s SUV speed past him on the street. Initially he thought that was odd, seeing how he asked him to trail after you just to make sure you got home safe, normally he’d never do that. He did his best to keep you safe and keep your dates with him private and discreet; renting out entire buildings so the two of you could be alone and he could keep you away from enemy eyes. But after the phone call where the Hwang family, one of his biggest rivals, stole a bunch of his product, something told him it’s better to be safe than sorry and have his guard follow you home.

He went to grab his phone in his coat pocket, only to feel the shattered glass against his skin; remembering it was useless at the moment since he threw it into a glass case at the restaurant. It wasn’t hard for him to put two and two together and realize what had happened.

Your safety had been compromised.

“Mr. Chung, go faster. Something’s wrong,” he ordered his driver, who promptly stepped on it and weaved through the cars on the highway. Jungkook was seething in the backseat, he shouldn’t have pulled you into this. All he saw was red and before he knew it, he was punching the roof of the car.

“Sir, you’re going to hurt yourself. Stop that!” Mr. Chung scolded him as if he was a child. But he didn’t care, he couldn’t care. He let himself get attached to you and now you were hurt because of it. He brought his fist to his lips, closing his eyes. He tried his best to think of where it could’ve gone wrong. Who could’ve seen you? How long had they been trailing after you? So many things were racing through his head as both his car and Yoongi’s finally arrived at his estate.

“What the hell happened?!” He shouted at Yoongi as he ran over the gravel driveway to where he was pulling out your limp body.

“Fucking Hwang foot soldier,” the elder grunted as he adjusted you in his arms. He barely gave Jungkook time to look at you as he immediately started towards the house. He quickly ran ahead to open the door. “Jin! Guest room, first floor, stat!” His shouts echoed in the vast hallways as he quickly ran to the closest guest room and kicked the door open.

It was when Yoongi laid you on the bed that he finally was able to get a good look at you. Your clothes were filthy and your hands were covered in grime; your body was slack and didn’t move, if it wasn’t for the weak rise and fall of your chest he would’ve thought you were dead. The mere idea of you being gone and him being the reason for it had his blood boiling.

Seokjin burst into the room, medical bag in hand and pushed Jungkook away to have a better look at you. “What happened?”

“Jumped in an alley. He was kicked several times in the stomach and was about to have his back stepped on.” Yoongi said as the eldest man put his bag down and started to unbutton your shirt. He took in a sharp breath as your torso was exposed to them, a large dark bruise starting to form on your side.

He did this to you. He caused you harm. He wanted to find the scum that did this to you and break every bone in their body. He wanted to do so much harm to them but he knew none of it would have you forgive him for doing this to you. He probably won’t ever forgive himself for it.

He kept silent as Seokjin examined your bruise, applying light pressure to it and feeling around your chest; looking for anything that could be broken or out of place. You let out a groan when he pressed on certain parts of the bruise, Jungkook had to hold himself back from crawling over to you and hold you close.

“It doesn’t seem like anything is broken,” he pulled away from you. “Maybe some bruised organs and ribs, but nothing too serious. He’s lucky.” Jungkook felt himself relax instantly at the news. “JK, undress him while I go get an ice pack from the freezer.” Seokjin told him as he walked out and towards the kitchen.

Dejected, Jungkook moved to sit beside you on the bed. He pushed the hairs away from your eyes as you laid there unconscious. “Thank you, Yoongi,” he whispered to the elder, who was still in the room, watching you both.

“It’s my job, boss,” he said as he made his way out of the room to give you privacy.

Sighing, Jungkook followed his medic’s orders and started to remove your clothes. He removed the scarf that was still tied loosely around your neck, grateful that whoever attacked you didn’t use that to their advantage. Folding it gently and placing it on the bedside table, he then moved to your shoes. Untying the laces and pulling them off along with your socks, setting them someplace else. Next part he definitely wasn’t looking forward to. He grimaced to himself as he started to remove the already undone shirt from your torso, flinching every time you made any sort of noise that sounded like discomfort.

After the shirt and jacket were undone, he set those aside to fold later. He sucked in a breath as he went to undo your belt and remove your slacks, while it was necessary for him to do it and has had to do it before to those in his inner circle, but he didn’t feel right doing it. Trying not to dwell on it too much, he started shimmying the pants off your waist and down your legs. He slowed however when he got to your knees and noticed tears in the fabric. You had tried to crawl away. The thought of you on your hands and knees, trying to escape had his blood boiling. It took everything in him to not throw your clothes to the floor and storm out and after the Hwarng family for trying to use you against him. The only thing holding him back was you. You needed him.

Now that you were fully undressed, besides the boxer briefs you still had on, he could see that your knees were scraped a bit but nothing major. That was a relief to see that you weren’t hurt any more physically than what was seen on the surface. He could see you start to shiver from the cool air surrounding you. Not wanting you to freeze and let you keep some modesty, he gently pulled the covers from underneath you, trying his best to not disturb you too much. Just as he laid the blankets over you, Seokjin came back in, with an ice pack and a glass of water in hand.

When he got to the bed, he pulled up the blanket just enough to place the ice pack on your bruise. You stiffened at the sudden cold, but you relaxed after a few moments. Resting soundly. Jungkook took this time to start folding your clothes when your pants’ pocket started vibrating. He reached in to see that your roommate Jimin was texting you furiously, asking how the dinner was, when you’d be back, but that was over 20 minutes ago now they sporadic messages where he was and if he’d gotten home yet.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“What is it?” Soekjin asked as he placed the water glass and pulled a bottle of pain meds from his medicine bag on the bedside table.

“His roommate is wondering where he is. . .” Jungkook responded, he slid to open a response to him. He quickly typed out a message, hoping to god that whatever he was saying sounded like you.

Y/N: I actually won’t be coming home tonight, spending night with Jungkook

“Should I add a winky face?” He mumbled to himself.

“What in the hell are you writing?” The elder looked at him bewildered.

“Nothing, just- nevermind,” he huffed as he decided against the idea, not wanting you to be mad about pretending to be you and message your friend. Almost immediately your phone blew up with more responses from Jimin, all in capitals and screaming about getting some. Jungkook scoffed at the messages before turning your phone off and setting it down.

Seokjin sighed and patted him on the back. “He’s going to be fine, Jungkook.” He let the elder lead him towards a cushioned chair that was not too far from where you laid. “I’m taking a guess that you’re not going to leave his side, so if you’re going to stay here: at least sit down and rest. He won’t be awake for a few hours at least.”

He was right, it was only barely 11 pm, your dinner had gone on a lot longer than he originally expected so he was a bit tired, especially after seeing what had happened to you? He’d seen a lot more terrible things, sure. But this was you, the young man who blatantly checked him out, who teased him always, the man he dared might even say be in love with. The mere thought of you in danger had his head spinning. So he sat himself in the chair, yet the weight on his shoulder didn’t leave him. What was he going to do when you woke up? Would you be mad at him? Shout at him and never want to see you again? The thoughts ran rampant in his mind. God, what did you do to him?

Three months ago, he wouldn’t be freaking out so much over an attack on a civilian. But the fact that the civilian in question was you made it different. You did something to him that he possibly won’t ever explain. Three months ago, he wouldn’t be studying a birdwatching book before bed every night to impress someone.Yet he was doing that, loving watching you beam as you listened to him spout off random facts about the birds you pointed out. He wouldn’t have done that for anyone, but he did that for you.

He was vaguely aware of Seokjin telling him to get some rest as he left the room; to which he followed suit, shutting his eyes to try and sleep. But it wasn’t for very long though because a few hours in, his eyes shot open to sounds of low groans. He sat up straight to see you rolling on your side, hand stretched out for the glass of water. He practically flew from his seat over to you. “Hey, hey, hey.” He went to help usher you to sit up, he took the glass for you and held it up to your lips. You gulped down on the water, it pooled at the corner of your lips, dribbling down your chin and onto the bed sheet. When you pulled away from the glass you immediately collapsed back onto the pillow, tears in your eyes once again. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here.” He ran his hands through your hair, in an attempt to soothe you as you cried into the pillow.

The two of you stayed that way for a while, until your sobs turned into sniffles. “What happened?” You don’t bother looking up at him, keeping your eyes focused on the glass of water.

“I’ll tell you in the morning, you need more sleep.” Jungkook continued to stroke your head, right now you were still very fragile and weak. He wouldn’t know how you’d respond to startling news right now, so the best option was to just wait until morning.

Being told this didn’t sit right with you as your eyes moved to him, your gaze hardening. “No, tell me now.” You demanded, if it weren’t for the circumstances he might’ve thought the defiance was cute but that wasn’t the case.

“Y/N, in the morning. I promise I’ll tell you everything in the morning. Please” His voice was on the edge of breaking. You were already so hurt because of him, he didn’t want you to hurt anymore. Not right now at least.

“Okay,” you respond, your voice small. “Can I have some of that though?” You point to the bottle of pain medication on the side table. Nodding, he pulls two of the pain pills out and hands them to you. You leaned up on your elbow, but he can tell the movement causes you pain as you winced, but you popped the pills in your mouth and held your hand out for the water. He handed you the glass, only taking a few gulps this time before handing it back to him to set down.

“Get some sleep now.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be here in the morning.” As he was going to move to sit back up, your hand latched onto his wrist. Looking back at you, his heart broke again as he saw the scared look etched onto your face.

“Can you stay here though, next to me?” He smiled at you and nodded, going over to drag the chair over to you. Seated once again, he took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’ll be right here,” he whispered, watching you close your eyes as you laid against the pillow. There he sat watching you as you peacefully slept. He felt his eyelids grow heavy as the night continued on. With a yawn, he laid his head on the side of the bed, closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Two weeks. That’s how long it’s been since you were attacked and Jungkook told you the reason why you were attacked. Because of him. Because he was in the mafia.

When you woke up the morning after you were alone. You barely had time to even take in any details before your brain caught up with the pain that shot through your torso. The pain reminds you of what happened: the date, the kiss, the attack, your blond savior, Jungkook- Jungkook! You immediately sat up, biting through the pain of your gut. Before you could even do anything else, the door to the room swung open. You watched as a tall man with dark hair walked in with a tray of food in his hands.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He sounded genuinely surprised at the notion as he walked over to the bed where you laid. He walked so quickly he caused a small breeze to hit you, the cool air brushing against your skin- Wait your skin? You glanced down to suddenly be aware that you weren’t wearing the clothes you wore last night. With the stranger in the room, you immediately took the satin sheet that pooled at your waist up to at least give yourself some semblance of privacy.

“Who are you? Where am I?” You croaked, your voice groggy from sleep and the amount of crying you did.

“My name is Jin, I’m a friend of Jungkook. You’re at his estate,” he answered as he placed the tray next to you on the bed. “Thought you might be hungry when you woke up, although I thought that wouldn’t be for a few more hours-”

“Where’s Jungkook?” You cut him off, you remembered last night he said he would tell you what was going on. It was at that moment, somewhere off in the house a loud scream was heard and you stiffened.

“He’s. . .busy at the moment. . .” Jin smiled at you, no doubt in an attempt to keep you calm, only it did the opposite, making you even more anxious. You were practically naked in a place you don’t know, with a man you don’t know, and someone in the house was being tortured. “I can go get him if you want?”

Your body acted on its own accord and nodded, to which Jin said he’ll be right back and told you to eat some of the food. Once he left the room, you let the sheet fall back down with a sigh. Turning your attention to the food tray, you take in what was offered. There was a fresh glass of orange juice, a couple slices of buttered toast, then a small bowl of peach slices. Something itched at the back of your brain, telling you that it could be poisoned but that wouldn’t make sense. The way Jungkook acted last night. . . he wouldn’t do that, you trusted him. Fork in hand, you take a stab at a peach slide and bring it to your lips. Letting the sweet fruit dance dance along your tongue. You silently nibbled at the food for a few minutes when the door opened again and there’s disheveled Jungkook. He’s wearing the clothes he wore from last night, only they’re wrinkled from sleep. But what caught you off guard is the rag in his hands, wiping away red substance from his hands. Blood.

He’s silent as he placed the rag on the dresser as he slowly made his way over to you on the bed. “How are you feeling?” His eyes are locked on your torso, you followed his gaze and finally saw the cause of your pain. There’s a large bruise on the side of your stomach where your attacker kicked you repeatedly. Quickly, you took the sheet again and covered yourself.

“Fine,” you shallowly answered.

Jungkook slowly approached the bed, trying his best not to startle you with any quick actions. Jin must’ve told him you heard the scream so he was acting extra precautious. You didn’t move as he seated himself beside you, watching him as he gently moved the tray down toward the foot of the bed. Neither of you said anything, only studying each other. Your eyes dragged him up and down; his hair was a mess, there were bags under his eyes, and when your eyes fell on his knuckles you sucked in a breath. They were bruised, and lightly stained with blood but there were no open cuts. Meaning that it wasn’t his blood. You don’t know if that made you feel better or worse.

“I-,” he broke the silence first. He squeezed his eyes shut, like he was trying to search for the right words to explain what was going on. “I’m sorry.”

“What do you-”

“I dragged you into my business and I shouldn’t have done that and I’m sorry. I thought I could keep you safe, but I couldn’t. If you hate me-”

“Jungkook!” You put your hands on his face, forcing him to look at you. He leaned into your touch, placing his hand over yours. “What is going on? What happened?”

He took a deep breath, taking in the feeling of your hands on his face for one more second before removing them but not letting them go. “I’m head of the Jeon Family mafia.”

You stiffened, you’ve heard your boss mutter something about owing money to a family, always rushing off. One thing that always stood out in your memory was him always muttering something about a Mr. Jeon. Was Jungkook. . .him? Suddenly things started to make sense about him. The constant want for privacy, him not going into details about his business. . . God you were so stupid not to notice it sooner!

“The man who attacked you last night was a foot soldier from a rival family sent to spy on me. Unfortunately, they caught wind of you being my-” he stopped himself before he let himself finish what he was calling you. His what? “They caught wind of you and I, and thought to use you against me to gain intel.” His eyes never left your face, he was waiting for a reaction.

“Who was the man that saved me?” You were curious as to how he knew you and how you were connected to Jungkook, seeing how he clearly knew who you were.

“Yoongi, he’s my. . .lieutenant of sorts. The call I got at the dinner was related to some. . . bad news connected to them and I asked him to watch you to make sure you got home safe. I promise that was the one and only time I had you followed.” He squeezed your hands, his eyes pleading with you. Before you could even think of responding, he went off again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have approached you at the club. I shouldn’t have asked you for coffee. I shouldn’t have kept you around, but I just- I wanted you in my life. I can’t excuse that.”

You sat silently as he rambled on, processing every word he said. Your mind was running at a million miles an hour. You don’t know what to even really think anymore. You’d think Jungkook didn’t care for you or your safety, but the way he watched over you last night and the way he’s acting right now, clearly pointed in the direction saying otherwise. The dates he had planned were always careful and calculated, wanting to ensure you were okay and away from a connection with him.

Then there was the matter of your feelings for him. You felt something for him. Something strong and you didn’t want to admit it yet, at least not yet and especially not right now. You were scared and rightfully so.

“If you never want to see me again, I understand. I can ensure a new life for you, far away from here. You’ll be safe and away from me and all my business. I promise, just say the word.” You looked back up to him as he laid out his offer. A witness protection of sorts. With you already being caught with a connection with the Jeon family, you couldn’t go back to your life. That was the only way to 100% guarantee you were safe, the offer should’ve been very attractive but at the same time you didn’t want it? You thought of Jimin and Taehyung, your job, your boss, then Jungkook. Jungkook had so quickly become a part of your life and even though the information he told you should have you running for the hills but you and your stupid attatchments to people held you back.

“Can I. . .” Jungkook’s eyes widened as his grip on your hands grew tighter. “Can I think about it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” His voice started out as a whisper but then was back to his normal tone. “Yeah, you can think about it.” He leaned forward, probably to press a kiss to your forward but stopped when you stiffened. “Sorry, I- I shouldn’t have done that.” He released your hands as he got back up.

You gave him a meek nod as he walked back out of the room.

“I uh, if you’re going to think about it, would you be alright if you stayed here? I don’t know if they know where you live, so staying here is the easiest way I can confirm your safety. . .” The lightness of his tone makes it seem less serious than it should be but you understand the severity of what he’s saying.

“Yeah, okay.” You agreed, to which he gave you a quick smile before leaving the room.

Since then you’ve barely left the Jeon family mansion, mainly because of Jungkook wanting to keep you safe but another reason was so Seokjin, who you later learned was his medic and friend, could also keep an eye on you as you healed from your attack. He was a rather pleasant guy to be around, always checking in on you since Jungkook has started to keep a distance from you. While you understood why, to let you think, it still hurt. You only saw him occasionally when he got home, he’d ask you about what you did today before excusing himself to his room, far away from the downstairs guest room.

You kept in contact with Jimin; you hated lying to him but it was necessary for his safety as well as yours. When you didn’t come back the next night, he furiously texted you asking if you were okay or in trouble. You saw that Jungkook already texted him that night to appease him but after so long he grew impatient. It was Jin’s suggestion to tell your roommate that you were now on a surprise vacation with Jungkook; Jimin at first had a hard time believing you but decided to trust your word for it.

Slowly your bruise started to heal and you were able to move around with little to no pain, it was now when you started getting cabin fever. You needed to get out of the house. You proposed the idea to Jin at first, seeing as to how he might think you’re ready to move around outside. While he did agree that you had healed enough to go out, he wasn’t sure if you could and it was up to Jungkook.

You were able to last a few days longer before you grew too antsy and marched yourself up to his study. It was late at night so you doubted he was making any deals or business calls. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door twice.

“Come in,” he answered from the otherside. Opening the door slowly, you watched as Jungkook turned in from his desk to see you peeking out from behind the door. “Y/N!” He stood abruptly, hitting his knee against his desk. “Ow fuck- what can- what can I do for you?”

You chuckled lightly at his nervousness, finding it slightly endearing. “I uh, wanted to ask if it would be okay if I went out to meet with Jimin possibly?” You tugged on the ends of the shirt you were wearing; clothes Jungkook had gotten from your apartment when Jimin was out one day.

You watched in silence as he prodded his tongue in his cheek. “Yes, but I’d want Yoongi to escort you there and back. For your safety.”

You nodded at his condition, if he was going to reject your question that would’ve been one of your pleading options; for someone to come along with. “Thank you.” You gave him a smile as you started backing out of the room.

“Wait- is, is that all?” He wanted to know if you were going to accept his offer or not, since you still had yet to tell him. You’d avoid any type of conversation on the topic, you didn’t want to even think about it yet. Not while you were still healing and that was another reason as to why you wanted to see Jimin. You needed to see your best friend again before you made any decision.

“I’m still thinking,” you responded. His face fell as he nodded, only saying a quick okay before sitting back down. You glanced quickly over on his desk to notice that he was reading the bird watching book still. You smiled to yourself as you closed the door. “Good night”

Back in your room, you texted Jimin saying that you’ll be back home the day after tomorrow and wanted to meet up. He was ecstatic that you were finally coming home and agreed to meet you at your favorite coffee shop, not understanding why you couldn’t just meet him back at the apartment but was mainly happy that he finally was able to see you again. The following morning you told Jungkook when you planned to meet and said he’ll have Yoongi knock on your door when it was time to leave.

You had said 3:30 but Yoongi knocked on your door at 2:45, telling you that you’d be leaving in 15 minutes since it took a while for the drive to get to the coffee shop. That reminded you how far away you were from the rest of the world and other life, only seeing Jungkook and the members of his inner circle. Once you were dressed and ready, you stepped out of the house and into the bright sunlight.

“You coming or what?” Yoongi’s deep voice pulled you from your thoughts, you let out a soft apology as you walked over to the SUV and climbed into the backseat. Yoongi didn’t talk much the entire drive and you realized that quickly after you were properly introduced to him. The two of you sat in silence, the only noise was some rap music that was playing on low volume. He was a man of mystery, you thought to yourself.

When you got close enough to the shop you sent Jimin a text saying you were almost there; like the man he is, he responded right away saying he was already there and had ordered your drink for you. You should’ve seen that coming but it still brought a smile to your face.

Car parked, Yoongi walked right behind you as you entered the cafe (“Do you have to follow right behind me?” “Direct orders to not let you leave my sight”). Spotting Jimin, you gave him a wave as you walked over to where he was sitting.

“Y/N-ie!!! I missed you!” He called out as he got up to hug you.

“I missed you Minnie!” You winced as he hugged you a bit tight, while Seokjin said you were good to move about, the yellowing bruise still hurt when pressure was applied. He pulled away and took you in. You doubted you looked any different, but you were happy to see him.

“So . . . who is your friend?” He asked, eyeing Yoongi suspiciously.

“Jimin, this is-”

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He held out his hand for your friend to take, a small smirk pulling on his lips. “I’m Jungkook’s driver, he asked me to give him a ride for the day.”

“Park Jimin,” your friend responded, not bothering to shake his hand. “Do you mind if we have some privacy?”

He put his hands up in defense. “Alright, I’ll be over by the door. Tell me when you’re ready to go.” With that, he left the two of you alone.

“You’re not coming back home?” Jimin asked you as you sat down. “Y/N, are you being held against your will?” He lowered his voice, his eyes glancing back at Yoongi.

“No no no no.” You stopped your friend from causing a scene. “I’m good, I’m fine just. . . Jungkook has a bunch of things still planned and wants me to stay a while longer with him.” The lie kills you, but it’s what you got to say. You can’t involve him in this tangled web.

The statement caught Jimin off guard, “Wait, is he like. . . in love with you?”

You wanted to chuckle at the notion. “Love? No, I don’t think so. He’s-he’s not like that. He just likes me, that's all.”

“Y/N, the man took you on vacation and wants you to stay longer at his place. . .I think that’s the L word.” You hated how in the lie that made sense and you wanted to cry. When did your life become such a mess? Why couldn’t it be as simple as the lie, you and Jungkook being stupidly in love and going on long vacations to nowhere.

“No, just. Just moving at our pace.” You tried to wave it off, taking a sip of the strawberry lemonade Jimin ordered for you.

“But you love him, don’t you?” The statement had you nearly do a spit take.

“Excuse me?!”

“Y/N, I’ve known you since we were in highschool. I know when you’re in love” He rolled his eyes at you. “Jungkook has been doting on you like crazy the past few months; I remind you, he’s rented out whole buildings for dates with you. Fancy dinner, now vacations? You wouldn’t have allowed that if you didn’t at least love him. And he loves you back.”

You were stunned into silence, did you love Jungkook? You did admit to yourself that you may have cared for him a bit too much to let him go, but did that qualify as love? Then him being in love with you, he did express true remorse for putting you in danger. Not to mention he offered to give you a whole new life at the snap of his fingers. Was that love?

The question just itched at the back of your mind the entire rest of your time with Jimin, catching up with him and how Taehyung was doing. Apparently the two of them were thinking about adopting a dog together, looking at breeds and going to shelters. You were so happy for them and talked about how you couldn’t wait to meet their dog and dog sit while they’re out on dates.

After a couple hours the two of you got tired, and realized it was time to part ways. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom before leaving. As you walked away though, you could swear you saw Yoongi in the corner of his eye get up and move towards your table. What was that man doing?

As you were washing your hands, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Jimin’s words echoing in your head. You love him. . .and he loves you back. You think back to before, how he would smile at you. He hung on your every word. Hell, the way he stayed by your side when you first arrived at his estate. Did he love you?

The question bounced around in your head as you walked out of the bathroom and saw the strangest scene before you. Yoongi was sitting in your seat, leaning over the table and Jimin sat back with his arms crossed.

“While that sounds cool and all, I have a boyfriend,” Jimin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen him wear.

“He can join us,” Yoongi said with a growing smirk. The way Jimin’s eyes looked like they were about ready to pop out of his skull would’ve been funny if you hadn’t known that he doesn’t like to be flirted with by anyone outside of Taehyung; meaning you had to diffuse the situation fast.

“Hey, ready to go!” You interjected quickly. “Thank you so much, Min.”

“Of course! Anything for you!” His sour face instantly brightened as he stood up to give you another hug. “I don’t know where Jungkook found him, but he’s a freak and needs to be put on a leash,” he whispered in your ear before he pulled away.

You snickered at the comment as you bid your friend goodbye. Yoongi gave Jimin a wink before parting ways officially. “You are shameless.” You sighed as you walked back to his car.

“He was cute, what can I say?” He chuckled as he climbed into the driver's seat. “Buckle up.”

You scrolled through your phone, looking through pictures and your social media feeds as you just sat there in thought. Occasionally looking out the window to watch the cityscape turn to fancier residential properties. By the time you got back to the Jeon home, it was nearly sundown. You said goodbye to Yoongi and went back to your room.

Falling onto the bed, you just stare at the ceiling. After seeing Jimin today, you felt a bit better but only more questions bubbled around in your head. About Jungkook, about you, then the offer. Were you closer to a decision? Could you manage the rest of your life not seeing your best friend? Could you live with yourself letting him and your loved ones believe that you died? Your body seemed to have answers already because before you knew it, you were sitting up.

You let your body lead you out of your room, up the stairs and down the hall until you got to Jungkook’s room. There you stood for a few moments. You were really going to do this. You raised your hand to knock on the door but before your knuckles touched the wood, it swung open. Jungkook, clearly shocked to see you standing in front of his room.

“I- Y/N, what are you doing?” His voice laced with concern as he stood there. He was dressed in his usual button down and slacks, you never really saw him wear anything else. Not that you really ever saw him in anything else. Did he even have any other normal clothes, you wondered. It was at that moment you realized he was still staring at you, waiting for a response.

“Can I come in?”

Without missing a beat, he stepped aside. “Of course.” You gave him a nod, stepping into his room. His room was large but he kept it simple and clean, the only thing that seemed to be out of order was his unmade king sized bed. “What can I do for you?”

Turning to face him, you immediately blurt out. “I came to a decision.”

You watch as the man visibly stiffen as you made your announcement. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing; like he was finally accepting the inevitable “Okay, I’ll talk to Namjoon about arranging an accident, Hoseok will get you new papers-”

“Jungkook.”

He continued to ramble, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started to type furiously. “It’ll take a few days to find a. . .body similar to yours, but that’s no matter-”

“Jungkook!” You shouted, trying to catch his attention.

“What?” His eyes widened like a deer in headlights.

“I. . .” You started, oh boy you didn’t think of anything to say. “I don’t want to go.”

“What?” His voice was just barely above a whisper. “But, your safety, the Hwang family they’ll-”

“Will you keep me safe?” You asked him, taking a step toward him and placing your hand over the one that held his phone.

The question had his gaze immediately harded. “I’ll do anything to keep you safe, Y/N. I promise you that. I-” He tossed his phone to the carpeted floor to take your hands in his. “I care about you so much, I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again.”

You could feel your heart swell at his words; tears brimming your eyes, you pulled your hand away to cup his cheek. “Then I’m staying.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you watched Jungkook as his steely gaze soften and he let out a sound that’s a mix of a sigh of relief and a cry for you. With his free hand, he pulled you in by your waist and immediately you reciprocated, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, thank you.” He repeated those words as he held you tight.

“Jungkook, bruise! Bruise!” You tapped at his shoulder, trying to get him to let go as you squirmed against him.

“Shit, sorry!” He loosened his grip on you, chuckling lightly.

“It’s alright,” you smiled at him. He lifted his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek. It was then you realized that you’re crying.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he started as he wiped a tear away from your eye. “What made you stay?”

“Well, I thought of Jimin and Taehyung. How I’d never see them again and they’d think I’d be dead for the rest of their lives. I thought about my job and all my favorite spots here. Then I thought about you.” You admitted, your eyes not leaving him.

“Me?” His eyes widened, stunned that he was part of the equation.

“Jimin said something that helped me realize that. . .I love you.” Your confession had Jungkook freeze for a split second, before him moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your mouth to his.

His lips are just as soft as you remembered, you gently moved your lips against his, savoring his scent as you wrapped your arms around him. He held you close as he possibly could without hurting you, his hand threading into the hair at the back of your neck, tugging on it lightly. The action has you moaning ever so lightly against Jungkook’s mouth. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, gently massaging yours with his.

“Say it again,” he groaned into the kiss.

“I love you,” you complied. From the kiss to the confession, you feel the world like your stomach is doing the vault for the gold medal. As Jungkook reconnected his mouth with yours, he slowly started walking you backward. When your knees hit the back of the bed, they buckled and you tumbled onto the bed with Jungkook on top of you.

His hands moved to prop himself up above your head, caging you in. “Is this alright?” He asked, watching you for any sign of rejection or discomfort.

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you raised your face to his, eager to kiss him again. However he pulled back and tutted at you.

“No, I need to hear words pretty boy.” The use of the nickname sends shivers down your spine. “Yes or no.”

“Yes. Kiss me again. Please,” you whined, craving his lips on yours once again.

“Needy baby,” he taunted you, but he did lower his head to yours to meet your lips with a kiss. The two of you make out for a few more moments when you start pulling at the buttons of his shirt. “No.” He pulled away, eliciting another whine from you. “Let me take care of you first, let Daddy take care of you.”

You died right then and there, you swear by it. You died and went to heaven right at that very moment. In the arms of the man you loved, telling you to let him take care of you. You nodded at him, he gestured for you to move up the bed. Once your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawled over you, pressing kisses to your jawline and neck. His hands were pulling on the ends of your shirt. “Sit up, pretty boy,” He whispered against your ear. You started to lean up, as he pulled the T-shirt off of your torso. You laid back down as he started peppering kisses to your collar bones, sometimes stalling to leave a purple mark, claiming you as his.

When his mouth reached your nipple, you could feel him smirk against it as you squirmed beneath him. He pressed light kisses around it, before wrapping his lips around it. More moans fell from your lips and you bucked up into Jungkook above you. Your hands flew to his hair, knotting up his dark locks. His tongue flicked against the hardening bud while his free hand pinched and rolled at your other neglected nipple. Pulling away, he blew lightly against the puckered flesh. Then continued his journey down south.

He stopped however when he reached the yellow-green contusion that’s haunting your side. You still as he traced his fingers over and around the bruise, he pressed a light kiss to it. Mumbling some words as his trail of kisses got lower and lower. He stopped right at your belt buckle before looking up. “May I?”

“Yes. . .please yes!” You didn't even realize how hard you are until he started to relieve the pressure from your jeans. He tugged your pants and boxers off, your erection gently slapping your stomach as it’s freed. You watched helplessly as he tossed your jeans somewhere else in the room and he looked at your cock hungrily.

“Does my pretty boy want my mouth? Hmm? Does he?” He tutted as he took you in his hand, giving you a light squeeze.

“Yes! Please! I want your mouth!” You sobbed out as he gave you a few teasing pumps.

“Yes what?” He smirked at you as he lowered his head, you could feel his hot breath on your tip.

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried out, his thumb grazing over your slit to smeer the pre-cum that collected.

“Good boy,” he growled as he took you into his mouth. Pleasure overwhelmed your body as Jungkook ran his tongue along the underside of your length, then sucking on the tip, causing you to buck wildly into his mouth. “Nuh uh, patience baby.” He scolded as he took a hand and applied pressure to your hips, keeping you in place. With his free hand, he let his hand travel lower as he peppered kisses around the base of your cock. His digits lightly traced around the ring of muscles. You felt his eyes on you, before he even asked the question you nodded your head and sigh out a yes. “I didn’t say anything? What do you want, pretty boy?”

You merely pouted at his taunt, moving your hips to try and give him the idea but he pulled his hand away.

“No, tell Daddy what you want,” he teased as he moved off of the bed and toward his dresser, pulling open a drawer and shuffling around in it.

“Fingers! Please! I want your fingers!” You cried as he pulled out a bottle of lube, you watched as he smirks at you. Back on the bed, he opened the bottle, applying an appropriate amount of lube to his fingers. You’re silent as he brought his pointer back toward your ring, applying the smallest amount of pressure. “Pleeeaase,” You drowned out, wanting nothing more than for him to stretch you out for him.

“As you wish.” His finger slid in and you let out a sigh of relief, happy that you were somewhat filled. You relaxed as he worked his finger in and out of you, slowly adding more as he continued fingering you. As he stretched you out, he lowered his mouth back to your cock pressing kisses along the veins. He eventually got his way down to your balls, prodding at them with his tongue. You swear you could cum like that and you were about to until Jungkook pressed one last kiss to the base of your cock before moving away, taking his fingers out too.

You watched him as he stood up from the bed once again and stripped from his clothing. Your mouth dried as he removed his shirt, revealing his taut muscles. He smirked at you as you watched him, captivated as he moved. You didn’t think your mouth could get any drier as he pulled his slacks down, his thick cock bouncing as it was released from his fabric prison.

“You like what you see, baby?” He asked, obviously loving how enthralled you are with his impressive length. You nodded subconsciously as he sat back down on the bed, laying amongst the pillows. He patted his lap, a silent order which you quickly followed. Scrambling over to him across the large bed, straddling his thighs. “You ready for my cock, pretty boy?”

You nodded furiously at his question. “Yes, god please yes!” You begged, your hands grasping onto his shoulders.

“You wanna get my cock ready baby? Wanna get it nice and wet to fuck you?” He questioned you.

“Mmhmm! Please I wanna get it ready please please please,” you plead with him, to which he just chuckled at your eagerness.

He took your hand and held it out, bottle of lube in the other, he squeezed lube onto your fingers. His eyes flashed down to his length before back to yours, you get the silent order to get to work. He’s heavy in your hand, your slippery fingers easily gliding up and down his cock. He leaned back against the pillows, letting out a low groan as you jerked him off. You watched his face the entire time, completely fascinated with the way his face contorted in pleasure as you worked him up and down, giving him the occasional squeeze.

Jungkook stopped you from speeding up though, before you even had the chance to pout he shut you up. “Don’t you want Daddy’s cum inside you?”

When that statement was said, all bets were off. You quickly moved your head to kiss him, taking him by surprise. For a second you think he’d punish you for acting without asking or being told to do it, but he seemed to let it slide as his hands moved around your waist, settling just before your ass.

“You ready, Y/N?” He asked you, looking you dead in the eye.

“Yes Jungkookie.” The nickname slipping past your lips. “I’m ready.”

He gave you a toothy grin before bringing your lips back to his in a softer kiss. As you kissed, he started moving your hips against him, forcing you to grind into his erection. Getting the message, you lifted your ass up a bit, giving him space to position himself at your entrance. He kept his eyes trained on you, but before he could lower you himself, you sank yourself down on his cock. The both of you groan in unison as you completely sheath him within you.

“Fuck- Daddy!” You whimpered as you tried to adjust to his size. Your eyes are screwed shut but you can still feel his eyes drinking you in, looking so fucked out on his cock. After a few minutes, you started to roll your hips against him. You started at a leisurely slow pace but you could tell that Jungkook was starting to grow antsy. Bucking his hips each time you grinded down on him. When he had enough, he stilled your hips, his fingers gripping you so tight you swear you’d have bruises, and he wildly started fucking up into you.

“God, you’re so tight, fuck.” He moaned as he flipped you onto your back, his hips pistoning into you at a fast pace. “God, I love your ass- Fuck. That feel good, pretty boy? You like my cock stuffing your tight ass?”

“Mhmm I love your cock, Daddy! I only want your cock!” You could feel yourself get closer and closer to cumming, and with Jungkook’s thrusts getting sloppier you knew he was too. “God fuck, I’m close! Harder please!” You cried out, you dug your nails into his shoulders.

One of his hands left your hips and he wrapped it around your cock, pumping it wildly. “Come on baby. Come on my cock. You can do it,” he whispered in your ear, pulling on your earlobe with his teeth.

With one last flick of his wrist, you feel your gut tighten and you let out a loud moan. Cum spurts out of out, painting your chest with your essence as. He helped you ride through your orgasm, whispering praises all while still fucking into you like no tomorrow. Then he let out a low groan, his hips still as you feel him paint your insides white. He took a few more shallow thrusts before collapsing on top of you. Your chest was heaving as Jungkook laid his head in the crook of your neck, he didn’t bother pulling out just yet. The two of you laid there catching your breath.

Soon enough the stickiness became too much and Jungkook slipped his softened cock out of you. He watched as some of his cum started seeping out of you, he took his finger and started gathering it up and pushing it back in again. You whined at the stimulation, but didn’t bother moving.

You felt him lay down next to you, turning your head to face him. You see him staring at you with a big goofy grin on his face. Before you could ask him what grinning like the Cheshire Cat, he pressed a kiss to your head and sat up, walking over to his bathroom. You admired his cute butt as he bent down to open up a cabinet and pull out a hand towel. He wet it and brought it back over to you. You shivered at the cool washcloth as he wiped down your stomach and then your ass, cleaning up any bits that might’ve seeped out again. He wiped his own chest down, wiping away the smears of your cum that was on his chest. He dropped the dirty towel, saying he’ll pick it up later, then walked over to his light switch and the room went dark, only the moon illuminating the room from the open window.

Jungkook made his way back to bed and pulled down the covers, you follow suit. Both of you snuggled under the blankets, he pulled you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips.

“I love you too,” you replied, snuggling closer into him, embracing the warmth he’s giving off despite the heat of the room. Whatever happened next between the two of you, you don’t know and you don’t care. All you cared about was Jungkook in your life and you know he wants the same with you. You closed your eyes and listened to both of your heartbeats; beating at the same time, at the same pace.

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