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multiland · 3 years ago

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strawberry flavored basorexia - k.jw.

(noun.) the overwhelming desire to kiss

summary: you’ve been feeling some kind of way towards your friend, who’s always been insanely gorgeous in your eyes... but fuck, those lips look so nice, and you just want to kiss him until they’re red and swollen.

pairing: Jungwoo x female reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut.

warnings: Jungwoo has the habit of chewing strawberry gum, Haechan is an annoying bestie, Jungwoo is really sweet but also really hot, reader has a wet dream, an insane amount of kissing, teasing, slight fingering, unprotected sex.

word count: 7.6k

a/n: I hope you like it everyone! please remember feedback is very very very much appreciated! 💖

The evening arrives in a blink of an eye after doing the chores, cooking and cleaning around the house. You get into the shower not long after, freshening up before your friends arrive.

The warm water welcomes your skin and provokes a sigh to fall from your lips. As you start washing up, and as if your brain didn’t have anything better to do, memories from the dream you had last night start flooding your mind.

Your eyes press shut, flashbacks of the intense makeout sending shivers down your spine.

The story is simple. You’re a heavy sleeper for the most part, but for some reason, your mind decided it’d be a good idea to put one of your friends in a dream to kiss you heatedly. This friend is named Jungwoo; a tall guy with curious doe eyes, fluffy hair and a gentle smile from art’s school you met a couple of years ago, when Donghyuck introduced him to the group because turns out, they were sharing a class together and your friends being the way they are, ended up adopting him into the circle. He started spending lunch with all of you almost every day, going out to the same parties, and even joining you in the library in some of your failed study sessions.

He was visibly tense at first, he seemed to be shy around new people, especially you despite having a queue of girls swooning over him. Truthfully so handsome for his own good with his gentle voice and chivalry, model-like walks and dazzling smiles while running his fingers through his hair were enough to drive a large number of the female students into their own doom. He didn’t seem to be aware of his attractiveness in the beginning, but that quickly changed after spending too much time with Haechan, who would continuously boost his ego by complimenting his looks.

One particular hard week of exams, when all of your group of friends were losing their mental stability and you had to go to the library and bury your face in chemistry books to try and save the semester, the two of you met in one of the aisles, as he was casually looking for some books himself. You were on your tiptoes, cursing under your breath at your short height as you tried to reach the book your teacher had recommended for you to study. A sudden presence was felt behind you and an arm reached for the object you needed. Turning around, you were met with Jungwoo, who kindly smiled at you.

“Here.” He said, handing you the thick book. Your lips curled up in a smile as you brought the book to press it against your chest.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He responded then, eyes averting to the title of the book in your hands before lifting his hand and pointing at it. “Organic chemistry?”

You looked down at the book and then met his eyes again, sighing.

“Yeah. It’s beating my ass and if I don’t pass the exam I’ll fail the semester.”

As you gnawed the inside of your cheek, Jungwoo grimaced.

“Dang. Need some help with it?”

Your brows furrowed together at the question, tilting your head.

“Are you good at it?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, shrugging.

“Kind of. I’m not Antoine Lavoisier, but I can try to help you out.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips, impressed by his comment although you wouldn’t admit it out loud, but also relieved to see some hope for you after all.

“That’d be nice of you.” You said. “But don’t you have your own stuff to work on?”

Jungwoo kept that soft smile on his face, shaking his head.

“No, it’s okay. Plus I guarantee you’ll learn quickly so we won’t take too much time on it anyway.”

After convincing you, the two of you walked to one of the empty tables and got to work. Book opened in front of you and he was sitting next to you, reading out loud the exercises as he followed the letters with his pencil. He scooted closer to get a better view, your heads almost bumping together and the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils in a very unexpected, yet pleasant way.

“Hold on, I think I have some notes in my old notebook.”

He opened his backpack and pulled out what you assumed was said notes. He turned the pages one by one, eyes glued to the paper as he absentmindedly tucked his hand in his pocket to take out a silver wrapper that he just discarded between his fingers to bring a piece of chewing gum to his mouth.

You had noticed a few times he had the habit of chewing gum very often, probably to calm his anxiety or perhaps just because he enjoyed the taste of strawberry way too much.

As your eyes remained fixed on the movements of his jaw, his eyes traveled to you and he laughed, the tip of his ears turning red.

“Sorry. At this point I just do it on autopilot.” He smiled, licking his lips. “Do you want some?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No thanks, it’s okay.” You had said, forgetting about the curiosity behind the reason for his habit before he nodded and went back to explaining the subject.

You still don’t know if the topic was really that easy or he was a great teacher, but nonetheless, you passed the exam thanks to him.

When you broke the news to him, he was excited for you to the point where he patted your head and said he was proud of you. And you wouldn’t admit the way that made your stomach flip, either.

You started spending more time together, mostly the two of you when the rest of your friends were busy with their own schedules.

Another night, you met at a party. He was friends with the host and you didn’t notice he was there for most part of the night, too busy dancing with either Hyuck or Taeyong, drinking and letting loose until you met him in the kitchen as you went from another drink.

It was kind of a shock, the way he looked I mean, almost unrecognizable from his usual appearance. He would usually wear oversized sweaters, hoodies, jeans or even a plain button up shirt. Not that he looked bad, cause that was basically impossible for him, but that night he truly overcame himself.

Or maybe it was just you, but the black turtle neck, tight jeans, boots and leather jacket surely took you by surprise. You almost froze as you saw him leaning against a counter, drink in hand as he chatted with another guy. His hand in his pocket, silver necklace glistening under the light and visible piercing on his ears.

You felt stunned to the point of wondering if it was really him, as he finished downing his drink, placed the cup next to him and again, brought another packet of gum out to slip one piece into his mouth.

He probably felt your stare on him, eyes finding your figure at the entrance as a bright grin formed on his lips. He lifted his hand to wave and you nervously returned the gesture before he leaned to whisper something in the other guy’s ear, who just nodded and walked away. You gulped and looked away, trying to find the cooler to put some ice into your plastic cup. Your hands were shaking as he approached, and a sudden shiver ran down your spine when he called out your name from behind. That cologne again swept you off your feet.

Turning around, you smiled.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Didn’t know you were coming.” He said, watching your every move as you tried to open a bottle with your clumsily shaky hands. Why the hell were you nervous? Still a mystery. However, he just choked and moved his hands to the head of the bottle, warm fingers brushing with yours as he decided to help and your eyes followed. Long, slender fingers adorned with rings and making you feel some type of way, encasing your smaller ones as he spoke, “Let me.”

You pulled your hands away, your heartbeat increasing in speed as he opened the bottle and poured the liquid into your cup.

“Thanks.” You said, almost in a whisper. “Seems like I can’t do stuff on my own anymore.” You joked.

Jungwoo chuckled, handing you the cup before turning his body to face you. You looked up to meet his eyes, almost as if you hadn’t noticed the obvious height difference before, and what the fuck, he looked even more gorgeous from up close that night. Lips slightly tinted in red, sharp jawline and piercing gaze.

“Nah, come on. I just like to help you.” He responded, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“My hero.” You teased, and he just laughed. “I’m with Hyuck and Taeyong, if you wanna join us?”

“Ah, sure. Shall we get going?”

You nodded, turning on your heels as the two of you made your way back to the living room. Talking about trivial stuff before he suddenly called your name and you stopped, turning to look at him.

“Yeah?”

He smiled, leaning down to whisper in your ear. There it was, that strawberry scent coming from his lips as he said:

“You look pretty.”

And you would never admit out loud the way you weren’t able to stop smiling after that comment.

Admittedly, you two get along very well, and you consider him a friend after all the times he’s been there to either save you or make you laugh when you’re having a bad day, even with the glares thrown at you whenever the two of you spend time together walking through the corridors. He even, more often than not, smacks Donghyuck in the head when he notices you’re getting annoyed or upset by his silly jokes. However, and although he isn’t close enough to attend all of your Friday’s get-togethers, the two of you are still close enough for you to be completely embarrassed by the sole idea of having a wet dream about him. And yeah, you’re probably very aware of his beauty, the plumpiness of his lips, and the smell of his cologne, but you never thought of him that way at all.

At least, not that you had noticed, until now.

The fact that the dream felt so real and caused some slick to pool between your legs doesn’t help at all. You were agitated, craving for some touch as soon as you opened your eyes, and since then, it’s been almost impossible for you to stop replaying the scene in your head.

The memory of you laying on your back on the couch, his tall figure hovering over you on a plaid shirt with the first buttons undone, full plump lips against yours molding deviously, and making your head spin. One of your hands buried in his blonde locks and the other one running over the skin of his chest. His tongue slipping past your mouth, and large hands holding onto your waist. Breath ragged, skins burning, and heartbeats racing. You nibbling on the delicious thickness of his lip, already swollen from your kiss, and him groaning. You yearning for more, pulse like a sledgehammer echoing in your ears, him grinding down on you and you mewling in response, throwing your head back as his hand lowers to the waistband of your panties, he’s getting there, so close to where you’re needing him the most, you could almost taste it, the way you’re going to lose your mind, needing it, wanting it.

But before something else happened, the buzzing of your phone against your bedside table forced you out of your sinful dream. Your breath was still uneven, your body was still heated, and you cursed, because what the fuck was that.

You blink and come back to reality, slightly shaking your head in a failed try to stop reviving said fantasy. You finish washing up, as you continue praying for this night with your friends to help you out somehow.

A small get together with your closest friends one Friday of each month is a normal occurrence, something more of a tradition that’s gotten place for the last 4 years. Normally, the host would be changing each time; Two months ago, it was Doyoung, a night where the weather was cold and rainy, which was the perfect excuse for some of the boys to make you all watch horror movies. Spread across the living room with pillows, blankets and shared snacks in front of the tv that would surely make Doyoung lose his mind when having to vacuum the carpet to get rid of all the crumbs. Donghyuck wouldn’t stop teasing you whenever a jumpscare popped on the movie, karma biting him in the ass not long after when power was out because of the storm and he ended clinging onto Mark in the verge of tears.

Last month it was Donghyuck’s turn to host, which he thought alcohol and VR games would be a great mix. You spent that weekend with him going chandelier shopping when Mark accidentally let go of the remote and shattered the thing with his flailing arms falling to his virtual death. Now that it is your turn to host, you are filling your best friend in on the safer and more alcohol-friendly option you'd come up with. Rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, you balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, hunting for enough snacks that wouldn't be devoured in fifteen minutes by all your friends.

"Yeah, I only have like, a packet of popcorn. Just buy whatever you want."

He groans.

"What are you in the mood for? Sweet or salty?"

"Hyuck, you know I can't make these kinds of decisions. All of the above?"

Donghyuck mocks your words. "What is it with girls and never knowing what they want? At least pick a movie out for tonight."

You roll your eyes, leaning your back against the countertop.

"If by pick one, you mean Russian Roulette on Netflix, then you got it. And besides, it's not like any of you will actually watch the movie. You just come to eat, drink, and make dirty jokes."

Your best friend scoffs, and you can easily picture the glare he'd be throwing in your direction if you were together. He couldn't deny it, and he couldn't help it– they were a bunch of twenty year old boys that might not have been laid in god knows how long.

"Okay, old maid. Don't forget your nun veil as you get ready."

"Bold of you to assume I'm getting ready for any of you. I just got out of the shower and got into the first pair of sweatpants I found." The ones you hadn't been wearing for the past 2 days straight.

"Dress code, sweatpants. Heard. See ya later. Mark keeps making gestures for me to hurry up and it's getting embarrassing."

With another chuckle and a shake of your head, you say.

"Cool. See ya."

You hang up the phone and toss it on the dining table, making your way to the living room to set everything up.

Around thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. Hearing Donghyuck’s loud laugh on the other side, you toss the remote controller onto the couch and sigh, walking towards the entrance and swinging it open. As soon as you meet with your best friend’s beaming smile, you're quick to turn on your heels and make your way to the kitchen without sparing the rest of your friends a single glance.

All of their voices are mixed enough for you to not set them apart from just the sound, except for Donghyuck and Mark’s giggles, assuming Doyoung and Taeyong are speaking just as loud in a try to get the younger ones to listen.

“Awe babe, thanks for the welcome. I missed you too.” Donghyuck says sarcastically, throwing his arms around your frame from behind and squeezing you against his chest.

“We literally saw each other yesterday, get off of me, you brat.” You whine, moving his hands away before grabbing a towel to wipe the dining table. “Make yourself home or whatever. I made some space in the refrigerator in case you want to place the drinks and–” You continue as you turn around, words getting stuck in your throat when your eyes land on the boy walking into the room and placing some plastic bags on top of the table.

He smiles sweetly at you when your eyes meet and you can’t help but freeze on the spot because, what the fuck is he doing here? Not that you don’t like it when he visits… But this time, you clearly weren’t expecting him.

“Jungwoo?” His name rolls off your tongue, stating the obvious. His eyes move from the things he’s getting out of the bags to you, back and forth, his smile glued to his features. You can’t help but take a glance down at yourself, certainly not in your most graceful outfit.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I came.” He says, eyes setting on you with a hint of curiosity, waiting for your answer.

You clear your throat and a not-so-subtle nervous laugh erupts from your mouth.

“No, of course not.” You smile, realization hitting you after drinking his look in. Soft blonde hair, sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans, a necklace and rings on his fingers. As your eyes remain fixed on him, your stomach starts spinning, suddenly noticing how gorgeous he actually is, almost as if last night’s dream had switched something within you and now is making you see him in a different light. You look down at yourself once again, in nothing but your old sweatpants, socks, and a messy bun. Fucking hell. “I just– If I had known you were coming I would’ve dressed more properly.”

Jungwoo chuckles, shaking his head.

“Don’t be silly, come on. This is your house, you don’t need to dress up, much less for me.” He says, wiping the palm of his hands, now wet with the melted ice of the previously cold beverages in his pants, rolling the sleeves of his sweatshirt up his elbows and exposing a wristwatch and some bracelets. His arms look strong and veiny, and you gulp because how you wish he didn’t look so good doing something so simple. “You look so cute and comfy anyway.” He adds, sending a teasing wink your way.

Your cheeks heat up, which doesn’t usually happen, but you’re finding yourself feeling shy and small in front of him. Your mouth opens to speak before Donghyuck walks again into the kitchen and interrupts you.

“I told him he could come.” He says, smirking at you in a teasing manner. Almost as if his true intention was to embarrass you, but why would he? It’s not like he knows about the dream you had. “We were in the same class and he was going to be bored after, so I thought it’d be a good idea.”

“No. It’s okay.” You repeat. “You could’ve told me, though.” You say almost inaudibly, wishing you could just wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze until he begs for forgiveness.

Excusing yourself, you walk to the living room to meet your other three friends, not without kicking Donghyuck in the process.

The first one to greet you is Doyoung, who opens his arms widely and hugs you, followed by Taeyong and Mark.

“Did you pick a movie already?” Taeyong asks, sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote to navigate through the app. You take a seat right next to him.

“Not really.”

“I was looking for something that looked interesting, but nothing gained my interest.” Mark speaks, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch and a pillow between his arms.

“So, russian roulette?” Doyoung asks from the loveseat at the side, eyes in your direction.

“Sounds good to me.”

Not long after, Donghyuck and Jungwoo join the three of you with all the snacks and drinks. You expect Hyuck to sit next to you, but he proves you wrong when he decides to sit next to Mark instead, which makes Jungwoo be the one to sandwich you between him and Taeyong.

You turn your head and look up at him, with a straw between his lips as he drinks. He looks back at you and smiles, and you weakly return the gesture, with your hands curling into the inner sleeves of your hoodie.

They decide to play a random movie that doesn’t look good judging by the thumbnail, and everything was quiet for the first twenty minutes, until it started getting way too lame and the guys couldn’t help but start making jokes about it.

You would chuckle along with them, sometimes getting lost whenever your eyes landed on Jungwoo’s side profile dimly illuminated by the tv screen. You wonder how someone can look like that and be real, with that perfect nose, those big lips and that jaw that seems to be chiseled by the gods. He also smells so good, and the warmth of his body is driving you nuts. What has gotten into you? Somehow you’re now hyper aware of every single detail in Jungwoo, and it’s making you feel things you’re surely not supposed to feel for a friend.

Jungwoo turns his head slightly, catching you in the act, and you just turn your head back to the front and pretend like nothing happened. Jungwoo’s lips curl upwards, amused by the way he’s been noticing your eyes on him many times already.

Suddenly, the two main characters start having a heated scene. Kissing, touching and undressing themselves. You press your thighs together and bite your lip, this can’t be happening, not right now that you’re apparently so needy.

“What the fuck? How come she’s now hooking up with that guy? After kidnapping her? He’s a criminal!” Donghyuck speaks loudly, mouth full of popcorn as he points at the screen.

“Come on, the dude knows how to get his way with her. Just a couple of words and he’s getting his dick wet.” Mark reasons.

“This movie makes no sense.” Adds Doyoung, throwing his head back and groaning.

You would’ve agreed if only you could be able to know the context, which you don’t, because you’ve been too busy trying not to panic for having Jungwoo so close to you, smelling so nice and having his shoulder brushing against yours.

The guys debate whether or not they should just stop watching the movie, but end up letting it finish instead so they can talk about how bad it is at the end more properly.

As soon as it ends, Donghyuck stands up and turns the lights on, stretching his limbs.

“That movie was so bad, dude.” Mark comments. “I lost two hours of my time I’m not getting back.”

“Not like you’re getting back the hours you spend playing League of Legends, anyway.” Doyoung says, standing up from his seat.

“What does that mean?” Mark asks, standing up as well.

“It absolutely does not mean you’re throwing away your youth, Mark.” Doyoung responds, walking into the kitchen.

“Hey, at least League of Legends is fun.” Donghyuck interjects. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” He adds, making his way upstairs.

“If it’s so fun, why are you always enraged and punching on the desk?” Taeyong asks, following Mark and Doyoung into the kitchen.

Jungwoo gets up and turns to look at you.

“You coming?” He asks, pulling a packet of strawberry gum out of his pocket and grabbing a piece, unwrapping it before sliding it past his lips. You gulp, forcing a smile.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

He smiles and turns around to join the rest, and so do you, cursing at yourself mentally for acting so obviously weird tonight.

You order takeout a bit later, all of you eating peacefully until your bellies threaten to explode. You stand up and get all the cups into the sink, Taeyong helping you by washing the dishes and Doyoung by throwing the trash out. Jungwoo, Donghyuck and Mark continue seated on the dining table, and you decide to sit there as well, barely listening to the so-called anecdotes your best friend is rambling about that you have heard about a million times.

You watch Jungwoo get another piece of strawberry gum into his mouth and you watch him carefully. As if everything was in slow motion, from the moment of it making contact with his lips, to the slow flexing of the muscles of his jaw. The sweet scent can be smelled subtly, and you really think he must be obsessed with chewing gum.

Your eyes are trained on him as he smiles at Hyuck’s story. His lips are glistening because he continues running his tongue over them and you wonder if they taste like strawberries too. If you kiss him, would the scent settle into your mouth? Would the taste linger on your tongue?

His lips, now that you pay close attention to them you notice how kissable they actually are. So thick, looking so smooth and inviting, you wonder how it’d feel to kiss him, is he a good kisser? Because just by the look of them you think you could kiss him for hours without getting tired. He probably knows how to use them, and you’d really, really enjoy biting o–

“Hey, y/n. Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

Donghyuck’s voice brings you back to earth, followed by the other guys chuckling. Jungwoo looks at you and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. Your cheeks burn in utter embarrassment at the realization of Hyuck catching you staring and even worse, exposing you. You snap your head towards him, both embarrassed and angry, not noticing the way Jungwoo clearly enjoys the fact that you’ve continued checking him out.

“The fuck are you talking about? I was zoning out.”

“Lies, you were staring at Jungwoo like a creep!” He says, standing up and pointing at you in accusation. “Just kiss him if you want to do it so badly.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes and pushes Haechan down by his shoulders, forcing him to sit back down.

“I wasn’t staring at him, you idiot. And what is that? Sounds like jealousy, is it because that time we kissed on a dare has been the only kiss you’ve gotten from me before me having to reject all of the others you’ve begged me to kiss you again?”

Donghyuck's mouth falls open, and everyone, especially Mark, tease him and laugh out loud.

“That was low.” He pouts, and you roll your eyes before standing up.

“Whatever. I’ll go to the bathroom.”

You can hear a loud smack when you exit the room, and although you can’t see where it came from, the next thing you hear is Donghyuck whining. “But she was staring at you!” You smile to yourself, knowing it was Jungwoo once again standing up for you.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. You’re still way too embarrassed and still have to deal with them and face Jungwoo for probably a few hours. Truthfully, the Hyuck and you kissing thing doesn’t really bother you, you could even admit it was a good kiss. You rejected him not wanting to ruin the friendship the two of you have shared for several years, and you wouldn’t have used the fact that he, indeed, tried many times for it to happen again against him if he hadn’t made you so embarrassed.

You open the door and find the menace with the name of Lee Donghyuck leaning against the doorframe, startling you. You roll your eyes and turn the light off before walking out.

“What are you doing here?” You ask nonchalantly, walking past him until he grabs your wrist and stops you. So you sigh, and turn around to face him.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you embarrassed. I was just playing.” He says, and his tone is enough for you to know he’s being sincere. You arch a brow at him.

“Why would you say something like that?”

“I just thought it’d be funny.” He shrugs. “Didn’t think I’d actually hit a nerve.”

“It wasn’t funny. And you did not hit a nerve.”

Hyuck releases the grip on your wrist and crosses his arms over his chest.

“For sure I did not. Why’d you get so angry then?”

“Because it was embarrassing.”

“Or because you actually want to kiss Jungwoo hyung?”

“Hyuck, I swear to god.” You groan. He chuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay. I was just joking, but if you actually want to kiss him, then that’s okay too. He’s handsome. No one would blame you for that. Have you seen how many girls are fawning over him?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not one of them.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He lifts his arms in surrender. “Do you forgive me? You hurt my pride as well.”

He makes puppy eyes at you and you smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

He grins and wraps you in a tight hug that you instantly reciprocate, burying your face in his chest.

“Does this mean we can kiss again?”

You push him away and smack his chest, making him laugh loudly.

The two of you make your way downstairs again, ready to continue with your night.

It’s half past midnight now, Mark and Donghyuck are asleep on the floor, Doyoung sleeping on the loveseat and Taeyong had to leave because his mom needed him for something you’re not quite sure about.

After making amends with Hyuck, you played video games until your body was sore for playing too much just dance. You’re now cuddled against the armrest of the couch, with Jungwoo sitting on the other edge with his phone in hand. Your eyes are a bit heavy, not able to pay attention to whatever episode of a show is playing in the background. Your eyes travel to Jungwoo, who’s too focused scrolling through his social media and chewing on his beloved gum to notice. Something in your chest feels heavy, not knowing why you suddenly have the urge to scoot closer to him and lean against his shoulder.

You shake your head and sit up, thinking it must be the tiredness playing tricks on you because you don’t like Jungwoo that way. Clearing your throat, you stand up from the sofa and stretch your limbs, gaining his attention.

“I’ll go upstairs to look for some duvets so you can sleep more comfortably.”

He smiles.

“Need some help?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

Jungwoo stays silent, doe eyes looking at you while nodding. You smile back at him and make your way upstairs, trying your best not to make any sound so you won’t wake the guys up.

You open your closet and search for whatever is needed, placing the duvets on top of your bed as you look for some extra pillows.

Once you get everything, you go back downstairs and Jungwoo stands up as you cover the sleeping guys. Once you turn around, you’re met with him, who smiles down at you.

“I’m not that tired yet.” He admits.

“Oh, do you want to do something else?”

He tilts his head in thought.

“Like what?”

You think about it for a moment, proceeding to shrug.

“Want me to show you around? I think it’s the first time you’ve been here.”

“Sure.”

With that, the two of you walk upstairs, and you show him where everything is. He asks about the picture frames on your walls, about the paintings, praising your taste in decoration and making you slightly embarrassed. When you two make it to your bedroom, his eyes travel everywhere, like a curious kitten, like a kid who visits a new place.

“And this is my room. There’s nothing much to see here other than my old books and messy girly things.” You chuckle, leaning against the wall next to the door. He hums, eyeing your bookshelves.

He continues chewing on his gum, suddenly grinning as he grabs one of the books.

“Delta of Venus? Interesting choice.” He says, almost in amusement as he looks at the pages. You feel embarrassed instantly, heart racing and cheeks hot. He tucks his hand in his pocket and pulls a tissue out, discarding the chewing gum and throwing it on the bin next to your bed. Eyes still glued to the book in his hand.

Out of all the books, he had to find the erotic one.

You hurriedly walk towards him, snatching the book from his hands.

“I– Um it’s a good book.” You say, pressing it against your chest. Jungwoo looks down at you and smirks at your flustered state. “My mom had it in her storage and I got curious.” You continue, trying to excuse yourself. “It’s actually very graphic, but I mean, It’s–”

“Why so flustered? I’m not judging.” He says softly, and you chuckle nervously. “I think it’s nice.”

You nervously place the book back on your shelf.

“I mean, I thought you– I, I mean it’s embarrassing.”

“What is? The sexual content? Reading it?” He asks, finally leaning down to meet your gaze. “The fact that I discovered you like erotic novels?”

His sudden closeness makes you nervous, so nervous you try to step back but actually bump into the edge of the bookshelf, and he steps forward and cages you, not breaking eye contact once.

“I–” You stutter, feeling your throat tightening and your heart thumping. His strawberry scented breath is now fanning against your face. “I guess, um, the fact that you found out.”

Jungwoo chuckles.

“No need to feel embarrassed because of that.” He reassures, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s fascinating.” He says, lips forming yet another smirk. “Just like all the times I found you staring at my lips.”

Your soul almost leaves your body. Eyes opening wide.

“W–What?” You ask in panic. “Is it because of what Hyuck said? It wasn’t true, I–”

“I didn’t need him to say anything to notice.” He confesses. “You’ve been staring at me the whole night.”

You press your eyes shut, completely flustered by getting caught red-handed.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for? Come on, look at me.” You open your eyes and meet his. His teeth sink in his lower lip, almost as if trying to trigger you. “What is it that’s making you so curious, hm? The chewing gum habit?” He asks and you shake your head. He hums. “Then what is it, babe?” He continues teasing, and you never thought he’d be this kind of man, but you must admit, it’s freaking hot.

Your wisdom seems clouded, hypnotized by him being so close and taunting. As arousal pools in your underwear, your mouth blabbers on autopilot, because yeah, maybe you like him more than you imagined.

“I wonder what they taste like.” You admit. “How they feel.”

His gaze travels to your lips and back to your eyes, and once again, yours is glued to his pretty lips. “Is that so? Then Hyuck was right after all. Do you really want to kiss me?” He asks again, as his pointer finger runs along your jaw and your lower lip. You nod as he leans in, getting even closer if that’s possible, enough for his nose to brush against yours. “Maybe I want to kiss you, too. Why don’t you find out?”

At this point, you can’t handle it anymore. You’re craving for him so much you will go crazy if you don’t break this tension and do something about it, now.

So you curl your fingers in the fabric of his sweatshirt and pull him into a kiss. Electric shocks travel throughout your body at the feeling of his plump lips against yours, kissing you back right away. He lets out a small groan, as one of his hands sneak around your waist and presses your body into his, while the other one cups your jaw. His tongue meets yours soon and it makes you weak in the knees, clinging onto him.

Just like you imagined it would be, the strawberry taste on his tongue is deliriously strong and delicious, and it makes you wild, hungry for him as he takes a deep breath through his nose before he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers bury in his hair, devouring every inch of his lips as you start pushing him towards your bed.

Breaking the kiss briefly, you push him on his back against your mattress, straddling his body with both legs at the sides of his hips before diving back into his mouth.

His hands land on your waist, pressing you against the growing length inside his pants. He grunts against your mouth when you grind on him, losing all of your senses as you gently suck on his lips.

His tongue presses against yours and the temperature is rising mercilessly, not caring about the lack of oxygen and just having the urge to die in his mouth. You nibble on his pillowy lower lip, tug on it and make him groan before releasing it to go back to kiss him. Your hands cup his jaw and you’re nothing short of mesmerized by the way the muscles of his face flex under your touch, gently sliding downwards to touch his neck and shoulders. You continue nipping at his lip, tracing the reddened flesh with your tongue as small pants slip past his mouth at the action. It's addictive, so soft between your teeth, sweet, tasty. You could do this all day.

He’s such a great kisser, making your head spin and your stomach flip. It feels greater than whatever your dreams could’ve made you believe, and you just want more, and more.

With one particular roll of your hips, he parts from your mouth and lets out the most melodic moan you could’ve dreamed about. In one swift motion, he flips you to lay underneath him, grabbing your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look at him and chuckling when you chase for his lips.

“So? Did my lips meet your expectations?” He asks with a smirk, your eyes glued to his now red and swollen mouth. “Are you satisfied now? Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head quickly, cupping his jaw with your hands. You sit up and kiss him again, lips moving slowly and sensually together.

“Not even close.” You say against his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll ever be. Your lips exceeded any possible expectation.”

You feel him smile into the kiss, as he gently pushes you down again.

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.” He kisses your mouth again. “You’ll feel my lips all over your body.”

And that’s what he does. He kisses every inch of your skin, making it burn, and shiver. His lips are soft against you, he’s delicate and sensual, nipping, licking, just touching.

He kisses you again, and again, and again. He slowly starts undressing you, and you to undress him, throwing pieces of clothing across the room until you’re left bare under him and he’s just in his boxers with a painful, prominent erection. His hand is buried deep between your legs, and you arch your back and mewl against his mouth before he breaks the kiss and says: “Shh, keep quiet. We don’t want to wake the others up, do we?”

You shake your head as he continues his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Slick sounds echoing all over the room, his gaze so dark and piercing staring at you that you’re about to climax just by the sight.

“Jungwoo.” You whimper. “Please, please close the door and touch me more.”

He smirks and pulls his hand away from you, walking towards the door and locking it securely. He turns around and you sit up to look at him as he approaches, and he brings his hand to his mouth to suck on his fingers coated with your juices. He releases them with a pop, and you bite your lip as he licks his own, sliding his digits under the waistband of his boxers before he pulls them down to be in all his naked glory in front of you. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his erection, standing proud and tantalizing to your eyes as arousal subtly leaks in small drops from his slit. You want to touch, make love, taste him. To know the way he feels in deep. His body was probably sculpted, it’s definitely something out of this world, ripped at every edge and making you salivate.

He climbs on the bed above you again, both hands at the sides of your head and lips brushing against yours.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He mutters against your mouth, and you nod. “I don’t think we can go back to how we were if we cross the line.”

You lace your hands behind his head and softly peck him again.

“We crossed the line the moment I started wanting to kiss you.” You whisper. “I don’t want to go back. I just want you.”

Jungwoo smiles before kissing you again, and gently lay you on your back.

He worships you in the most passionate way. He makes sure to let his hands roam and touch everywhere, caressing, squeezing, digging his fingers into your warm body while kissing you like both of your lives depend on it. He aligns himself and promptly slides inside of you, a broken moan erupting from you as your legs wrap around his waist.

He’s gentle, but firm and hot. His thrusts go deep, expert rolls of his hips reaching every perfect spot inside of you, making you numb, making you sweat, and set aflame.

Fingernails running down his back, low grunts, moans and whimpers raining all over these four walls accompanied by filthy sounds of skin against skin. Jungwoo takes his time with you, slowly getting to know your body and the way you react to every single one of his touches, learning what you like, what makes you shiver, what makes you clench so hard around him almost to the point of milking him dry.

He loves the sounds you make, the fucked out expression on your face and the beauty of the swellness on your lips. This is where he wanted to be, from so long ago without you noticing. He has dreamed of you many times, of you becoming his since the first time he saw you getting flustered by Donghyuck's pranks.

And you, of course, now realize how you’ve always had the biggest crush on him, not really believing he could ever be interested in you. Someone so kind, so well-mannered, fun to be around, smart. He’s nothing short of a prince.

He praises you, over and over again. He tells sweet things to your ear, treats you like porcelain, adores you to no end.

"That's it, love." He coos. "You're so good to me, baby."

So you touch him, and touch, and touch. You roam your hands all over him, you memorize the shape of his body, the heat that emanates from his skin. You drag your fingers across his abs, his collarbones, his biceps and the muscles of his back. You’re worshipping him as much as he worships you. But if you had to pick one part of him you love the most, you’d definitely pick his mouth.

He loses himself in the pleasure, in the urge of taking you to paradise. You get there soon, with the right touches, pinches, kisses. You come around him with chants of his name in between gasps, and Jungwoo is utterly hypnotized by you and the scene in front of him. He is gasping, so close to his own peak as his hand moves to intertwine your fingers together. Squeezing your hand as tightly as your cunt squeezes his girth, still thrusting into you, rocking his hips, he then stares at you and throws his head back momentarily to breathe, or try to, before letting his eyes go back to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, babe.” He says. “You’ve always been. And you're mine now, all for me.”

You open your eyes and look at him, moving your hand to run your finger over his lower lip. Your gaze is enough to push him to the edge, and he cums inside of you after twitching a few times. His thrusts go sloppy and slow until you’ve milked all of his scent. He collapses next to you, softening length sliding out as you try to catch your breaths, limbs still tangled, skins covered in sweat and the smell of his cologne now lingering on your body.

You turn your head and smile at him, watching as he keeps his eyes pressed shut. You can see the vein of his neck still protruding, his pulse erratic as drops of sweat travel down his temples. His sideburns drenched and stuck to his skin.

He turns his head and finally looks at you, his own smile forming on his lips. He looks ethereal, so beautiful with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He wraps his arm around you and brings you close to him.

“Did you mean it?” You ask before you can register, mind filled with insecurities speaking out loud.

“Mean what, love?”

“That I’m pretty?”

Jungwoo chuckles at your question, finding it adorable especially when your lips turn into a pout.

“Of course.” He responds, cupping your face. You smile at him.

“Even when I’m all messy wearing nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie?”

He laughs, but nods.

“Especially when you’re wearing nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie.” He responds, kissing your forehead. “The real you is the prettiest one.”

“Then, if you feel that way...” You speak again. “What does this make us?”

Jungwoo thinks for a moment quietly, as his thumb caresses your cheek. Then, he responds.

“I’m not sure, but I would like to take you out on a date, if you let me.” He smiles, biting his lower lip. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, especially with you. Though I don’t think I can be just friends anymore, your wish will be my command.”

You grin widely, propping on your elbow and cupping his face before you kiss him slowly and sensually.

He pulls back for a moment.

“Is that a yes?”

You chuckle, nodding.

“But I might become obsessed with kissing you. At all times, every day.”

Jungwoo laughs, pressing his lips on yours.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you start kissing again, lost in each other until you hear loud knocks on the door that force you to break apart.

“If you’re done fucking, can you please hand me my charger?” You hear Donghyuck from the other side. “I had to listen to both your sounds and Mark’s snores because my fucking phone is dead!”

Jungwoo and you burst into laughter. He stands up from your bed and gets back into his pants. You hurry and walk into the bathroom before Jungwoo grabs the charger. He turns his head and stops you.

“Hey, I wanted to clean you up! I’m supposed to do the aftercare.” He pouts, and you giggle. Walking towards him, you stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take a shower, you can join me after giving him his charger.” You wink, and he bites his lip with a smirk.

“Gross! Give me my stupid charger!” Hyuck says again, hitting the door.

And you laugh as you get in the bathroom.

Donghyuck won’t let you live this down, but it’s totally worth it.

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hirazuki · 2 years ago

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I’ve recently gained a bunch of new followers, so I guess it’s time for one of these posts!

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jungxk · 4 years ago

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just one (viii)

summary: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.

notes: first of all i wanna thank the people who supported me and encouraged me through one of the worst writers blocks of my life. all the messages and comments are the reason why i finally managed to post this. special thanks to @whippedforkook for helping me with the monstrous tagging process as well as giving me so much praise. and also @lonelyending for cheering me on for a literal YEAR bc thats how long i cried over this fic! this story is so special to me. we’re in the home stretch now x

warnings: mentions of illegal drug use and distribution, swearing, brief smut.

genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au

wordcount: 8k

tagging: @cutechim @benz-biarritz @gyukult @bangulin @eatersanonymous @alyssa1926 @skivv1es @a-sucker-for-them-sappy-shit @moonights @jeymuffins @juuneaux @catsukiii @andreaisaac @whatheydontunderstand @sreveles @noruls619 @henryharios @just-a-fuxked-up-kid @befriendswithj @btsbesharam @poemsandpunani @taelha @misosoup-forthesoul @jikooksmut @heart-eyedmf @the-piano-woman @angrysunshine @chaoticpaperfanhoagie @jsungshine @ci-yen @faby-montana @shinypeanutsportshero @jooniestrivia @alucards-s @cynamyngirl @jiminie-angel @myskoova @jkshoneybuns @smokintae @remmykinsff @majinbuwu @jangx2manboongx2 @potatodogs @seul-queen @alpharyth @blenxxxg @plsky @th-singularity @bapbaptothetop @hermiones-enchantment @stomachfilledwithbutterflies @euphorora @supachloe94 @jiminxjimout @ggukkieland @just-another-fic-recs-blog @jalexad

part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x

4 years ago

jimin hated yugyeom.

well, maybe hate was a strong word. he just didn't like talking to him, being around him, hearing his name or interacting with him on any level, social or otherwise. he really tried though, since he was one of jungkook's closest friends and still respectfully referred to him as hyung above all else. and if anything, jimin would always have a soft spot for jungkook, the kid he used to coddle when his own brother wasn't around. but having said that, there wasn't really much basis for not liking yugyeom. it was just a gut feeling jimin couldn't explain, a very subtle callousness about him only jimin could pick up on. for the most part he was just like very other mild mannered boy by day and party animal by night, but jimin still ducks when he sees him enter the library.

"fuck," he hisses under his breath, scooping up his laptop to stride behind a book shelf for good measure. because sometimes, contrary to popular belief, jimin wanted to be alone. he didn't want to make small talk or listen to someone tell him about how well they scored on their last paper or complain about their annoying girlfriend. sometimes jimin wanted to have no thoughts and listen to fleetwood mac as per his human rights. which is why he shoves into the first private study room he sees.

and not an empty one at that. there's a girl inside, sitting cross-legged in her chair at a desk with an array of dried up paint tubes and brushes surrounding open sketchbooks. you don't look annoyed or even that phased, just amused as you give him a once over before going back to painting. "on the run from solji?"

jimin blinks, back still pressed against the door. "huh?" he regards you properly. "i'm sorry, have we met before?"

"not really," you admit with a sheepish smile, which is when jimin suddenly realises that you're...attractive. "solji is in my stats class. you hooked up with her last week at some party and she told me about it."

"oh," jimin takes in your plethora of art supplies. "you don't look like a stem student."

there's a glimmer of something in your eyes, and though you hide it well jimin knows he's struck a nerve. "yeah, i get that a lot."

"it's not solji by the way," jimin clarifies. for some reason. "that i'm hiding from. just a bellend i don't have the energy for right now."

you smile. "it's fine. you don't owe me your life story."

"i do when i'm about to impose on your...study time," jimin peers through the window in the door, wincing when yugyeom enters the hallway. "what would it take for you to let me stay in here for a while?"

you pause for a second. "honestly? just be quiet and leave me alone. is that okay?"

jimin perks up, a weight leaving his chest. "perfect, actually."

[jungkook 11:42pm]: why does it say wings on it

[jungkook 11:42pm] where is it flying

[you: 11:43pm] ffs kook

[you: 11:44pm] im still on the toilet can u just hurry up

[you 11:44pm] grab some tampons too pls

[jungkook 11:46pm] fine what size pussy do u wear

[you 11:46pm] i hate u

[jungkook 11:53pm] ???? ? ? well? ????

[you 11:54pm] REGULAR

jungkook giggles at his phone, already having left the women's sanitary aisle to grab some chocolate. months later and teasing you was still bundles of fun. he knew for a fact that you were sat there with that angry pout on your face, nose crinkled. he had never bought anything like this before, but jungkook had enough brain cells to know that chocolate was another necessity for that time of the month. after grabbing a large hazelnut bar, he pauses beside the oreos before grabbing a packet of those too. just for good measure. he strides to the self checkout - because even he wasn't man enough for the cashier yet - nearly dropping his array of sanitary products and confectionary when somebody calls out his name from behind the queue.

"kook!" the voice is unmistakably yugyeom's, confirmed by the hand that clamps jungkook over the shoulder and swivels him round before he could think about hiding his socially compromising shopping items. it takes a second for yugyeom to notice, doing a double take at the pads atop his small tower of goods. he holds back a laugh, balancing a bottle of gin in one hand while he waves back at some friends to continue. they were clearly making their pit stop before a night out, probably pre's if they still start as late as jungkook remembers. with his hair styled and expensive cologne lingering, jungkook almost forgets he probably looks unrecognisable in his sweats and cotton-fresh hoodie. friday nights weren't for cuddling. still, yugyeom's smile is welcoming and familiar. "got the munchies? and maybe also a uterus?"

"shut up," jungkook grumbles, averting his eyes. he shifts to his other foot uncomfortably. "my friend just needed a favour, that's all."

"uh huh," yugyeom gives him a teasing look. "is this friend the reason why i barely saw you at jin's the other week?"

jungkook blinks back at him. "wait, you were at that party? i had no idea!" a boyish smile breaks over his face. "why didn't you call me? i haven't seen you since-"

"minseok-hyung's new years eve party," yugyeom throws his head back with a laugh. "remember how we ended up on a boat after the ball dropped and-"

"spent all of new years day detained by the coast guard!" jungkook finishes with a mischievous cackle of his own, nearly dropping the tampons in the process. "fuck, that was so much fun! we need to meet up again, i haven't been out with the guys in so long."

"well no wonder," he quips a brow at jungkook's shopping again. "word got out you're a family man but i didn't believe it. until now, that is."

jungkook's smile falls. "what do you mean?"

yugyeom looks at him for a second, confused by jungkook's surprise. yugyeom was never quite as diplomatic as namjoon or yoongi, to put it lightly. and definitely nowhere near as accomodating as jimin. which is why his next words make jungkook's back stiffen. "bro, look at yourself. you got dairy milk in one hand and tampax in the other. on a friday night. the next time i see you i wouldn't be shocked if you had a baby buggy and a mortgage." still, yugyeom throws him an apologetic look. like a mouse caught in a trap. "face it, kook. you're old news."

"what? that's not true," his brows furrow unhappily. "i don't know what you're talking about. it's not like she's my..."

he can't say the word, but it hangs between them like a dead weight.

"yeah, right," the condescending look on yugyeom's face was starting to agitate him. "you totally blanked us at jin's after she showed up. not even just jin's..." he thinks twice about holding his tongue, but as always, decides against it. "i don't know you, jungkook. whoever this new jungkook is. it's been months. you used to hit us up and be independent and spontaneous and wild and now you're just...someone's boyfriend.

"stop fucking saying that," jungkook snaps, all visible signs of friendliness gone.

"why?" a beat. "do you even use a wrap with her anymore?"

jungkook splutters, heat rushing to his ears and hands in a stinging combination of anger and embarrassment. "how is that any of your business? the fuck are you asking me something like that, as if you-"

"thought so," yugyeom looks away from him with a sigh. if anything, yugyeom knew never to overstay his welcome but that clearly backfired tonight. "whatever, jungkook," he looks over his shoulder at him. "guess you're the last one to find out you're officially married."

"you're ridiculous," jungkook scoffs. "all this over condoms? grow up, yugyeom."

"only couples do it raw," yugyeom turns away from him, alcohol in tow as he waves a hand over his shoulder to join his friends like jungkook was nothing but a lost cause. "you would remember that if you still had game."

jungkook stands there, dumbfounded while the group of boys exit the store noisily but he can't hear a thing. the siren that had been itching the back of his mind all this time was suddenly there at full force, right between his eyes. the glaring truth that yugyeom might be right makes his knees buckle. all those rules jungkook once had, all those measures he kept in place to protect his liberty, to prevent this very occurence - where were they? what happened to them? as the sweet and accommodating counterpart to jimin, why had you never complied? though, the blame wasn't on your hands alone. he got complacent, comfortable. lenient. and now without even realising he was here, a scene from a romcom in the middle of the night, with nothing to say for himself but fuck. the realisations wouldn't stop racing, one after another on the conveyer belt of his anxiety.

the photos on his phone; mostly you. time spent, usually with you. the portfolio for his latest photography module also had some resemblance to your interests. charcoal pencils, night drives, orchids. like the ones you always drew on any scrap of paper lying around. now that he thinks about it, he's seen nothing but your orchids for months. and not just that - you wore his clothes sometimes too. his bathroom had your toothbrush, contraceptive pills and coconut shampoo. his closest friends, his hyungs...not one of them was devoid of affection for you. he wasn't even confident that if the choice was presented, they would still pick him over you.

by the time jungkook finishes paying and practically sprints to his truck in a daze, he can hardly keep himself from shaking. he palms the wheel compulsively, he could feel the sweat in his sideburns, hoodie suddenly suffocating him. it smelled of you.

and then, like a final curtain call: was he just your latest fixer-upper project? some good girl wet dream to play out in the wake of your emotionally traumatic past? a slap in the face to seokjin, maybe, and nothing more? when you were done, when he was out of your system, when you knew his taste by heart and had nothing new left to try - would you stay? did you even know how to?

did he?

jungkook starts the engine. he drives to your door, drops your bag of snacks and pads on the porch, and texts you before leaving. he does not go inside.

"you sure you'll be okay with just the boys?"

you scoff at seulgi when she pins you with a worrying look, taking some of her clothes out of her bag to re-fold them just so you had something to do with your hands. jisoo had already left for the long weekend with her family, so there was no one there to fill up the empty space between your awakward reply. you didn't know how to tell the girls that jungkook hadn't contacted you in nearly a month. and even though he was a notable flight risk from the beginning, you couldn't help but feel like there was hostility there. every now and again he'd at least send a nude or have a quick phone call when he was drunk or high at three in the morning, but you hadn't heard a peep from him. you couldn't stand the idea of someone you cared about harbouring comtempt for you, but the fear of reaching out and somehow making the situation worse outweighed it tenfold.

you look up to see seulgi still staring at you with concern. "of course i'll be fine! they're boys, not piranhas."

"at least piranhas contribute our ecosystem. boys just cause problems for the hell of it," seulgi lays a hand on the crown of your head like a berating big sister, swivelling you to look at her in your fit of giggles. the urge to nestle you under blankets like a baby bird made her chest heave, and you could tell. "i'm serious. if jimin tries anything, call me immediately okay?"

"jimin?" you snort. "out of a room full of delinquents, my ex, and taehyung, you're worried about jimin of all people?"

seulgi wrinkles her nose. "god, when you say it like that its like i'm throwing you to the dogs." she pauses. "something's up with jimin. i don't know what it is, but he's...off."

you tilt your head innocently, remembering the brief interaction you had with hobi at seokjin's party. you had been so caught up in jungkook - or lack thereof - you hadn't thought to press him about it afterwards. in truth, jimin remained as...jimin as ever. if he was acting differently you certainly couldn't tell. "you think so?"

"mmm," she leans on the lip of the open suitcase thoughtfully. "but maybe with jungkook there, he'll behave himself."

you gulp, fiddling with his watch on your wrist anxiously. "maybe."

you nearly yelp when you feel a big hand swivel around your waist, bucking into the kitchen counter reflexively. jungkook always did this before rubbing his boner against your ass, but the light scent of citrus and short squeeze lets you know immediately that its taehyung. hoseok, jimin, namjoon and yoongi were still in the living room playing video games, giving taehyung the perfect opening to intercept you. namjoon and yoongi had insisted that you come over to their place after finding out you'd be alone for the weekend, and you had completely refused before taehyung's coaxing. and of course, jimin's persuasive nudging. even though you felt safe and relaxed here, it felt wrong to be in jungkook's friends' place without him. almost like a breaching of an unspoken boundary.

and clearly, taehyung picked up on your discomfort by the way he stared at you so softly. his back was to the sink, his sillhouette particularly long and lean this evening. "you need to lighten up, princess. you keep looking over your shoulder so much it's making me nervous!"

your visibly droop with a sigh. "i'm sorry tae. i've had a lot on my mind lately, and..."

he claps his hands on your shoulders, teeth peeking through his grin. "you're not doing anything illegal by being here without jungkook."

you wince at his name. "have you always been able to read my mind like this?"

"absolutely," taehyung's brown eyes look so rich up close. "you're allowed to have friends that are also his friends, because - and try to stick with me on this - relationships between people are allowed to be independant from the primary circles they met in. mind boggling concept, i know."

you wack him on the chest until he laughs. "stop making fun of my anxious thought processes! its called mental illness, sherlock! i can't help it!"

his nose scrunches cutely, enjoying your first fiery outburst of the day. "whatever. i call it not getting laid for a month and losing critical thinking abilities from it."

you gape at him indignantly while taehyung roars with laughter. "you're such a dickhead," you hiss through gritted teeth, yanking his hair and jabbing your fingers in his sides the way you would with jimin during a tickle fight. "whores have feelings too, taehyung! whores have feelings too!"

you both fall about with laughter, knocking over half the snacks on the counter in the process which only makes the pair of you laugh even more. it's such childish chaos trying to clean up the mess on the tiny kitchen floor that neither of you notice the front door open, or the gust of metaphorical and literal wind that follows. watching taehyung trying to salvage a bag of broken crisps is just so funny that the presence of an another voice in the living room goes unregistered, as do the footsteps leading up the hallway to the kitchen, so you have no time to brace yourself or properly pull yourself together with you see-

"...jungkook."

yours and taehyung's heads snap to the doorway. jungkook stands there with almost complete lack of emotion on his face to the pair of you kneeling in crumbs and napkins. there's a brief pause where the tension in your eye contact alone was so strong that it felt wrong to breathe. but it is shortlived. jungkook tiptoes over you like spilled milk, reaching for a glass of water. you and taehyung lock eyes while the tap runs in the awkward silence. "hey. you okay?"

"um," you're not sure whether to stand up, hug him, look at him, or even face him. "yeah! yeah, i'm fine."

he nods politely. "hyung?"

even taehyung looks visibly uncomfortable. "i'm good."

"cool. see you later," he says, downing the glass impressively fast before leaving the room just as fast as he entered it.

you and taehyung stare at each other again, not understanding why you both feel like kids caught eating cake before dinner. you could feel the sweat pricking at your back from the realisation. jungkook had no idea you'd be here, and given that interaction he'd probably want to leave now. there was always the inkling woven between his radio silence that he was done with you, but you never let yourself take it seriously out of logic. because how could months of passion and tenderness and honesty be undone so irrevocably like that? it didn't make sense. you hadn't changed. you were the same girl he hit on relentlessly and chased against all odds. so what was different now?

"____," taehyung calls your name gently, and it's only then you realise you're already up and trailing after jungkook into the living room. when you walk in he's already putting his shoes on to leave again, barely making eye contact with you while he chats absently to his hyungs so he can look busy. the four boys on the large sofa can only reply wearily, eyes darting between the pair of you like a firework was about to blow to soon. and it was.

you could feel it in your throat, under your breast bone, bubbling up your stomach. "wait, jungkook. um...h-how have you been? i haven't heard from you in-"

"i've been good," he keeps tying and re-tying his laces without looking up. "super busy. you know how it is."

his curtness makes you flinch. this same time last month jungkook used to kiss you senseless before he had both feet in the door. he'd ring the doorbell incessantly like a child and greet you with the biggest, toothiest grin you had ever seen. he'd make fun of your bed head and squeeze your cheeks until you'd snap at him. and now when he looked at you he hated every second of it. your mother had the same look. your eyes start to burn involuntarily. "yeah, i do. how is uni? your final project is due soon, right? what theme did you pick in the end?"

"the one i told you about," he stands up abruptly. "sorry, noona. something came up. i'll see you arou-"

"something came up?" you step closer to him. "something came up the second you saw my face? or did you really just trek all the way to your hyungs' place for a glass of water, jungkook?"

jungkook stiffens, but is determined not to lose face. and it's difficult to do under your big, accusatory eyes and jimin's death stare at his back. the whole room was waiting for his response, so he just shoves his hands in his pockets resolutely. "i needed to see yoongi hyung, but i can come another time."

you fold your arms. "well it's clearly important, and you're here now. so don't let me stop you."

"but you will stop me," jungkook snaps. "that's the problem."

"kook-ah," yoongi warns quietly, but he took one look at your face and knew the damage was done. jimin was already standing up, circling around the back of the sofa towards you. the red lights were all there; your watery eyes, your trembling hands. every breath you took looked difficult for you to complete and only jimin noticed.

"what are you talking about?" you squint. it takes you a second to understand; yoongi's guilty expression, jungkook's indifference. "oh, you're fucking kidding me." your resolve breaks for a second turning away only to glare back at jungkook with so much fire you can hardly stand it. "you're selling again? are you insane, jungkook?"

"see," jungkook's eyes are stony. "i knew you'd get this way."

"what other way am i supposed to get?" his lack of response only infuriates you more. it felt disrespectful. "jungkook, you're not a kid anymore. if you get caught with drugs the consequences are serious! forget the potential jail time, you could get kicked out of university, it would go on your record forever and-"

"stop talking to me like i'm a kid!"

"then stop acting like one!" you hate raising your voice, but it keeps climbing without your approval. "did you think about this for even five minutes? this isn't like just going to juvie like before and being done with it jungkook. your hyungs can't bail you out of everything."

"this is a lot of talk for someone who lapped up those fancy paints without a second thought," jungkook says darkly. his eyes aren't like you remember, his face solemn and near unrecognisable. "or did you think that getting that kind of money overnight is only something that's possible through daddy's credit card?"

dread blooms like a garden inside you. "that's...that's how you bought the paint set?"

"welcome to the real world," he quips. "as if selling overpriced weed to a bunch of pick-me-freshmans is considered a crime against humanity to anyone but you."

"you think that's why i'm yelling at you right now?" your voice was growing hoarse, desperate. "you think that's the problem i have with you being literal drug dealer, jungkook?"

he hates it. the sweltering silence, the judgmental eyes digging into his back, the slow realisation that the tears in your eyes were not at him but for him. jungkook's ears ring enough to make him sway on the spot if his feet weren't planted so firmly on the dingy carpet, this metaphorical ground. he couldn't shake the feeling that his lifestyle was only an issue now because of you, how he never felt a shred of guilt about any of this shit until he met you. and if there was anything that jungkook never responded well to, it was pity. and he could feel it from every person in the room, all people that that once cherished and coddled him until you came along. he swallows, throat dry from the way he couldn't look at you knowing what he was going to say next.

"you're embarrassing yourself, noona. you're not my girlfriend and you never were, so stop acting like it."

cotton. it's very faint, under the layers of conflicting cologne and beer and smoke, but jungkook still smelled of cotton while he spat acid. nobody could speak, even though jungkook never raised his voice let alone a hand to you, it still hit like a slap in the face. it sunk into the walls, your clothes, suddenly every hair on your body felt heavy with it. dirty. the shame came first, the humiliation next. and then the sorrow, the dread, and finally the defeat. you knew the stages well by now, and they were cycling through you like clockwork. how foolish you were, to make the same mistake again. nobody dared to move, everyone but jungkook staring at you in denial and horror. they couldn't believe their eyes when you nod steadily, bowing your head to the floor.

jimin is already slotting himself between you, his jaw tight. "that's enough, kook. just leave already."

"no," you stop him, unnervingly resigned. that single word cuts through all six men with ease. "he's right." you step around jimin, closing the space between you and jungkook. for a brief moment he wonders if you'll actually hit him, but somehow watching you unclasp his watch from your wrist and drop it on the coffee table in front of him is far worse. the sound seems to ring like church bells, definitive and umistakable. "you're right, i'm not your girlfriend. you win jungkook."

they all watch you leave in dismay, listen to the door closing softly behind you. within a second jimin sprints after you, calling your name, leaving everyone else dumbfounded. jungkook's stare could bore a hole into the abandoned watch on the table, still ticking away like nothing changed. like his eyes weren't burning, lightheaded at the realisation that he would never wear a watch again let alone the one he put on you.

to an outsider, you looked like you were coping well considering you just got dumped in front of all your friends. but jimin knew that face. your stony eyes, lips pulled thin as if to seal inside the collapse of a monument. you took the tea he offered, and then his arms, your face finding his chest with ease. muscle memory. his torso was a tad shorter than jungkook's, his heart closer to your mouth as if the steady thumps were asking for a kiss of acknowledgement. every time you close your eyes you could see jungkooks face, hard and unforgiving and nothing like the man you trusted all this time. but it wasn't a new expression; you parents looked at you similarly the last time you saw them. it was the look of someone who had no regrets cutting all ties. and now, jungkook was behind them in a lost list of people who chose to be strangers over loving you.

jimin sighs when you cry into his chest, brushing the back of your head gently. he had been ready for this for months, but he still hated to see you this way. again. it made his bones itch, his skin crawl uncomfortably every time you weeped. the only time he considered violence was when you were crying. but he knew what to do, laying down across the sofa so you could curl up into a ball next him, head on his bicep and face smushed into the crook of his shoulder. you used to cry like this for hours and hours, his arm familiar with the prickle of pins and needles. but it was the only place you felt safe. tucked into jimin's side is where you would always belong, and that truth was more glaringly obvious than ever now.

"lets get something to eat," he offers eventually, hand craddling the crown of your head like a child. jimin's other hand on your hip is warm and heavy when he pats you soothingly. in your episodes, you responded well to touch. "what about thai food?"

"not hungry," you grumble against him.

"we could make something together?" he peers down at your lack of response. "come on, babe. you gotta eat something. you didn't even have breakfast-"

"why am i so stupid?" you whisper, a fresh bout of tears welling up.

jimin rubs your thigh. "it's not your fault."

"yes it is. jungkook gave me plenty of red flags, and i ignored all of them-"

"oh, i meant you being stupid."

you scoff. "cheers."

"what?" jimin cocks a brow when you lift your head to look up at him. he wets his lips and you follow the swipe of his tongue thoughtlessly, distracted enough by his touch and proximity that you take a second to digest his words. "it's not like any of this exactly came as a surprise. you ignored me, remember? wanted to flex your big girl pants."

you pull away from him and sit up, forcibly shutting out the daze that jimin routinely puts you under. "what's wrong with you? can't you be polite and wait for a couple hours before laying into me like a normal person? jesus, jimin."

"so let me get this straight," jimin sits up, watching your back as you sit away from him. "you're mad because i'm not telling you what you want to hear?"

"no," you say, head shaking. "i'm not mad. i'm upset because i came here to be comforted by my friend and you're just making me feel worse."

"what do you want me to say, ____? that i had high hopes from the start?" jimin pushes his hair back, brows now at a sharp incline from frustration. "i told you starting something with jungkook was trouble but you didn't listen. why should i feed your victim complex when all i've done is try to help you?"

"victim complex?" you repeat, standing up slowly. the sudden steadiness of your voice causes jimin to panic.

"not like that. don't take it like that, it's just," he's suddenly before you, his warm hands palming up your arms warmly. "i didn't wanna see you get like this and it happened anyway, is all i'm saying." he sighs when your scowl doesn't let up. "if hobi hyung hadn't have given up so easy, then maybe…maybe this would never have happened. maybe if i had been harsher with him then you would have-"

"what are you talking about?" you ask quietly, searching jimin's face. "give up so easy? what's that supposed to mean?"

he looks away, hands slipping off you. "it's nothing."

"jimin."

he struggles to look at you, tongue in cheek. his lips purse for a moment, pink like roses. he's wearing that navy jumper you like. "look, it's not a big deal. he wasn't supposed to fuck you or anything, just take you out for a while. get your mind off kookie, show you a nice time."

your blood runs cold. "what?"

jimin's expression softens. "it's not as bad as it sounds-"

"really?" your voice is sharp, sharper than he's ever heard it. you recoil as if you had been struck for the second time today. "because it sounds like you asked some guy to keep me occupied like i'm a fucking dog. all because you can't stand the idea of me being within a meter of jungkook-"

he steps in, but you step back. "you know that's not true, _."

"don't i?" you scoff, covering your face in disbelief. "jimin, you've been hellbent against me even looking at the guy since day fucking one."

"because i didn't want you to get hurt!" jimin counters, eyes downcast. "i know, okay? i know how much of a dick it makes me sound, but its not like it hurt you when you had no idea! hoseok broke it off before you even knew about it so why-"

"because it's worse," you turn away from him. "you tried to control me. choose what's best for me because you think you know better than i do. sound familiar?"

his jaw sets, and it's like you can hear the twine snap in his head, the percussion of his heartbeat above yours even though he doesn't close the space between you. jimin stares at you for a long minute before drawing in a thin breath. "fine," he steps in, and you can't look away. "you want me to say it? fine. i'll say it."

suddenly the air is lace thin around you as you stare at him, waiting. jimin looks off somewhere else, somewhere you can't reach. "don't tell me you haven't thought about it, because i know you have. if i have you must have too. and lately its all i can think about - being with you, holding you, being the one who gets to touch you. and yeah, maybe it took having to see you with jungkook for me to realise how much i want all that, i put my hands up. but you have no idea what's it like to watch the person you love most get toyed around with by a time bomb like that. i've seen jungkook go through girls like underwear and i love him, god i love him, but even the idea of you being one of those wasted girls sitting outside a party crying over his sorry ass makes my fucking ears ring."

"j-jimin…" you whisper, but you have nothing to say. your hands shake.

"you deserve more than that, ____. you deserve more than waiting around for booty calls or living up to what the next guy wants. from jungkook, hoseok, anyone. you deserve someone's devotion and yeah, maybe all this time i've been too much of a pussy to give it. maybe all this time i was tiptoeing around my feelings for you because i knew if i admitted to myself that i loved you - if i admitted i was just like every other guy - i'd actually set the bar for something other than disappointment. id actually have to step up, and i didn't know if i could do it. i still don't. but if it has to be someone…it should be me."

suddenly he's holding your hands, calming the tremble that rattles them. his words bunch up together in your ears, the meaning lost amidst your awe. "jimin….jimin what are you saying? where is all this coming from, i don't...i don't understand wh-"

"i'm saying," he cups your face. "choose me." he pulls you in. so, so close. "choose me, not jungkook. not anyone else. me."

and there's a part of you that has already caved. that's already kissing him, melting into his arms like you've wanted to for so, so long. you're falling back onto the couch with him in a fit of giggles, curling back into his chest to hide your watery eyes, asking him why the fuck he took so long. you chat together between teasing kisses, pour your hearts out, maybe cry a little. later you would make tea and order pad thai and watch the office all night and fall asleep together in the living room well past dawn and then-

you close your eyes. "i can't."

"you can," jimin says, so passionately you shudder. his brown eyes are teaming with too much determination and ardour for his own good, and you both know it. its difficult to grapple with how huge a risk he's taking, because jimin never takes risks. it made the whole situation seem dire. "you know you can, ____. it's us. there's no one like us."

you don't know how you're not crying yet. you only have jimin to hold onto, hands balled in his shirt without knowing if you're about to push him away or pull him in forever. "maybe back then. maybe if you'd have said all this before," you feel empty, the beat of your pulse suddenly strong in your fingertips. "but it doesn't matter anymore."

he shakes his head in denial, his determination palpable. "of course it does-"

"i'm in love with him," you say. to jimin. to yourself. to the world, finally. "i'm in love with jungkook." holding jimin's stare isn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. "you know if you'd have done all this a few months ago…if you'd have just...i was always yours without question, jimin. and you knew it." it's his turn to bristle under the strain of your voice. "jungkook isn't perfect. i'll be the first one to admit that. he's made me cry, he fucks up, he makes mistakes. but he's never lied to me. he never made decisions for me. he never passed judgement on what i should or shouldn't do with my life. something that i never thought i wouldn't able to say about you, too."

there's a brief moment where everything stops. neither of you can believe what you just said. jimin watches you, frozen in his place as you take your bag, eyes glittering with tears when he calls for you. suddenly he's the time bomb he feared becoming, the panic in his eyes lighting them up like fire crackers. for the first time in his life, he stumbles over his words, and then his feet when you reach for the door, all composure lost. he was unravelling like a tapestry in front of you, never to be repaired, and he could feel it. "____. ____, please," jimin chokes, his cheeks blotchy. "i wanted to protect you, i was just trying to help. don't go. please don't go. i was trying to help you."

"no. you were trying to have me." you say, closing the door behind you.

you have no idea what time it is when you hear the bell ring incessantly.

it had been hours since you'd returned home from jimin's, but there was no way for you to keep track when your only priority was just keeping yourself afloat. you turned your phone off, drew the curtains, and resolved to alternate between sitting in seulgi and jisoo's rooms until they came back. you didn't know what else to do. when you weren't crying you were hyperventilating, and when that stopped the absence of emotion was so powerful you could barely keep your eyes open. you were exhausted but could not sleep. starving but could not eat. it was a miracle you even made it down the stairs, using what little strength you had to yank it open without even thinking about who could be on the other side in the middle of the fucking night. but at this point, you would gladly take a serial killer over jimin or jungkook.

"taehyung," you breathe when you take in his face, relieved. you must look like absolute shit because he scans your face and winces.

"jimin told me," he says, the apology in his voice and expression was almost painful to register. "he told me everything. ____, i'm so sorry. i should have told you about the hoseok thing, i just thought it would be worse coming from me, and then i tried to force jimin into confessing but then he didn't because he's jimin, and now-"

"you're only allowed to come inside if you stop apologising," you say weakly, voice haggered from the hours of crying.

taehyung's pouty expression almost makes you smile with how cute he looks, gingerly stepping over the threshhold. "i really am sorry though."

"for what," you say monotonously, closing the door behind him while he takes off his shoes. "my inexplicably terrible taste in men? my uncanny ability to get manipulated by literally anyone who shows me a scrap of affection? or my absolutey shredded-to-shit attachment style thats barely intact let alone functioning healthily? after hoppping between the first two for a few hours i'd personally go for the latter. but whatever."

"please shut up," taehyung sighs, bringing you into his arms before you could have a second thought about it. "you need to amp up the misandry in this context. a lot of this had nothing to do with you and everything to do jimin and jungkook."

you're too tired to open your eyes, snuggling into the softness of taehyung's chest. you’re too exhausted to argue. "where did you learn the word misandry? have you been reading?"

"yeah," you can hear his big, pleased grin. "i know you and the girls have been calling me a himbo behind my back."

"affectionately," you add, peering up at him. he wipes the wetness off your cheeks, moving upstairs to your room with your hand in his. he fetches you a glass of water before putting you into bed like he's paid to do it. taehyung was the cuddliest person you had ever met, but you had rarely seen him dote on anyone. "girls love himbos. it's a compliment."

"not all girls," he mutters when he returns from the bathroom with a glass of water. "drink this, would you? you look so dry it's making me itchy."

you do as he says with a roll of your eyes. "what do you mean?" you finish your water with a big gulp. "jisoo loves dumb guys, what are you talking about?"

taehyung looks away from you, bottom lip rolling up under his teeth so fast you barely catch it. he pulls up your desk chair next to your bed, thinking long and hard before meeting your eyes again. "i don't mean jisoo."

you don't understand at first, but after staring at his face for a long minute your stomach drops. "don't. don't you fucking dare," another beat of silence. you rip the covers off you to scamble to your knees, grab your pillow and hurl it at taehyung's head. "taehyung, please don't tell me that the one remaining, healthy relationship i have with a man has also been shot to shit because i swear to god i'm gonna-"

"it's not a big deal," he says firmly, and he really does mean it. taehyung catches your wrists when you lunge at him, effectively ending your outburst before it can begin. he keeps hold of them while he stares into your eyes, watching the way they fill up with a fresh bout of tears. "i've had a crush on you for a while, so what? it's not anyone's business but mine so don't worry about it."

you try not to scream at him. "how long?"

"...since the start." he shrugs. "it's not like i could have done anything anyway. with jimin around. he’d never have it."

"but...! but..." you splutter, the highlight reel of your friendship suddenly marred before your eyes. "but you let me talk to you about boys! you gave me advice with hobi and jimin and jungkook and...! you encouraged jimin to confess to me. and the whole thing with jisoo?"

he wets his lips guiltily. "jisoo is a nice girl. i like her, but...not like you. i've always liked you."

you shake your head in horror, your face crumpling. bile rose in your throat. "so all of that...playing with my friend like that. was just to get to me?"

"listen to me," taehyung says firmly, gripping your wrists to make you look at him again. he's so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on yours, and you never realised how large taehyung's torso was compared to yours before. he could have smothered you, but he didn't. in all senses. "the way jimin and jungkook handled their feelings is on them, just like how this is on me. it doesn't matter if i'm fucking you or not, you're my friend and i'll always want people to do right by you. and that includes me."

there was nothing else to say, so taehyung wordlessly wipes your face again and fetches you more water before retreating to sleep on the couch downstairs. all the while you sat there in your bed, confused and bewildered and thoughtful. the same bed jungkook fucked you on. the same bed jimin held you in. out of all the men in your life, taehyung was the only one who treated his feelings for you with reverence. there wasn't one interaction you could think of where he made his feelings clear, where he even hinted towards wanting something more. if he hadn't have said anything tonight, in the wake of one of the most emotionally tumultuous days of your life, you would still be in the dark about it all. and that was the scariest part. you didn't know anyone else who hadn't let their feelings for you effect how they treated you. so ultimately, it was possible.

and jimin and jungkook chose not to do that. but taehyung did.

taehyung did.

when you finally pad downstairs after hours of ruminating, jisoo's bedroom door is wide open. and that's who you should be thinking about now - your friend and sister jisoo - as the sky begins to lighten with the signs of morning. you hadn't slept for over twenty four hours, you were hungry and thirsty, delirious from the whirlwind of losing the two most important men in your life in one day. but still, you are drawn to taehyung. taehyung, who never asked anything of you. taehyung, who was as silent as he was selfless this whole time. taehyung who routinely put what he wanted aside in favour of what was best for you. taehyung, who protected you without needing credit or recognition for it. taehyung, taehyung, taehyung, taehyung, taehyung-

"taehyung," you whisper scraping your nails through his hair. his eyes fluttered open, twisting his head to face you as you hovered above him. he could barely see you in the darkness. "taehyung, wake up."

"what is it?" he croaks, sitting up with half-lidded eyes and a yawn. he doesn't know how to read the expression on your face. he swings his legs off the sofa in a sitting position, wearing nothing but his boxers and tee, visibly alarmed. "what happened? are you okay?"

you take his face in your hands and kiss him.

taehyung stiffens against you, breath drawn thin. you pull away to gauge his expression, desperately searching his eyes in the darkness. for discomfort, disapproval, anything negative at all. the absolute ardour you find instead could knock you down if taehyung didn't reach for your neck, kissing you again. you whine at the feel of his tongue, having no idea where such sudden and intense arousal was coming from. when you pull away with shaky limbs, you climb onto his thick thighs so he can feel your wetness through his boxers. taehyung grunts at the sensation, and again when you kiss him passionately and without abandon. the sweet girl every guy he knew was agonising over, suddenly in his lap. he's barely had his tongue down your throat for ten minutes and you're already rocking into him, his erection betraying his resolve.

it's better than he dreamed.

"taehyung," you gasp, palming him now. he groans when he pulls away to look at your mouth, glistening with his saliva when you take his hand and guide it down to your arousal. "please."

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Itzy Reaction to their S/O being Covered in Tattoos

This was my first request for an Itzy reaction and I was so excited because I love those girls so much, I hope you enjoy it!💜✨

Yeji

There was something about you that didn't let her eyes leave your silhouette, sitting across her, all the way at the opposite side of the cafe. Dressed entirely in black, a leather jacket draping around you brought in the exact pinch of mystery that called Yeji's attention.

But just exactly as she was taking a sip of her iced tea, you had the fantastic idea of taking the leather jacket off, revealing your arms and neckline to be covered with various tattoos, your black shirt hiding so much more. Let's say that Yeji's body forgot how to deal with liquids at that moment, spraying everything over Ryujin, Lia and herself, making the few people around turn around to face them, including you. If she was nervous to talk to you before, now the nerves had doubled adding embarrassment to the mix.

Standing up to the bathroom to clean herself, Yeji didn't notice you entering a few seconds behind her. She jumped startled when she recognized you, but you approached her with a smile.

"Ah bummer, your shirt isn't going to dry quickly," You pointed at the obvious, your voice trembling. You extended your hand, offering her your leather jacket. "Here, use this."

She nodded, shyly taking the jacket from you. She agreed if you allowed her to buy you a pastry and you accepted with a chuckle. Both of you also found the perfect excuse to ask for your phone numbers. You know, only to return your jacket later.

Add time to the mixture, and Yeji still doesn't understand exactly how one of the most embarrassing moments in her life brought the most amazing person into her life.

Now, in the private comfort of your nights together, sometimes when you take your shirt off, she'll embrace you from behind, losing herself watching all the amazing illustrations engraved in your skin, gently caressing her fingers through them.

Lia

By Chaeryeong's recommendation, this was finally the day that Jisu decided to go and take a walk in the park. But her stroll was interrupted when she heard the soft sound of a guitar playing close to her. She followed the music and directed her to you, who was peacefully sitting on a park bench, playing with chords and strumming patterns. But what caught her attention even more, was the sun lighting up such a variety of colors and pictures all painted across what she was able to see from your body.

Even if you looked kind of hard to approach, you still awaked a fair amount of interest in Jisu, so she breathed in enough courage to talk to you, approaching slowly.

"That sounds beautiful!" She tucked one strand of hair in her ear as she fidgeted with her hands. Her eyes tenderly scanning every drawing all over your body, prompted your cheeks to turn bright red. "Is it your song?"

"Thank you!" You smiled, suddenly awakening something new in Jisu's heart. "It is mine, but I still can't get the lyrics right."

Bingo. She latched from that to make a conversation, offering herself to help you write. You couldn't help but notice how she couldn't stop looking at your tattoos, sometimes completely ignoring what you were saying. A great friendship sparked between you two from that moment on, but day by day, Jisu couldn't keep ignoring the butterflies in her stomach everytime she lost herself in the colorful collage that was your skin.

So now that you two finally stopped ignoring your feelings towards each other and started dating, don't be surprised if she begs you to use more sleeveless shirts, crop tops, or tries to keep you from putting a shirt on as much as she can when you're alone. Jisu can’t help it, she just finds you a walking work of art, one that makes her go *keyboard smash* all the time.

Ryujin

Ryujin doesn't really like to be told what to do, so she wasn't really amused by the idea of having someone unknown review her own choreography. But then you walked through the door, and she couldn't understand exactly how to feel about it. Your dark makeup and clothing, covered in tons of tattoos made her heart do flips in all directions, and she couldn't settle on feeling afraid, excited, intimidated or amazed.

All this confusion made the usually confident and witty Ryujin all flustered as she couldn't even focus on the notes that you gave to her because her eyes refused to leave the illustrations engraved in your body. She only nodded at all your words, convincing herself that it was just fear what you aroused inside of her.

But she was quickly proved wrong by her own thoughts, as you didn't seem to leave her mind at all; your eyes, your lips, the way your body moved, and especially, every drawing that was painted across your skin.

The next day, Ryujin opened the door and her eyes landed on you, calling all those feelings back in her. You glanced at her reflection through the mirror, smiling at her dumbfounded expression.

"Oh hey Ryujin! I'm glad you could make it." You turned around, grabbing a little paper bag and handling it to her. "I bought some cookies and a coffee for you, hope you like them!"

Right there, she melted on the inside. The cute gesture helped get her confidence back, making this rehearsal a blatant back and forth of pure flirting.

It all grew up to become an amazing relationship, were one of your hobbies is to combine Ryujin's audacious attitude and your threatening appearance to prank people (Mostly Ryujin's groupmates, who are we kidding), but behind closed doors, no one could imagine that the most intimidating couple was all lovey-dovey with each other.

Chaeryeong

Look, Chaeryeong isn't one to judge people based on their appearance. She didn't mind that you were covered in tattoos at all, but how can she help it when you're known as the stone cold, intimidating, serious and bossy member of your group? And most of all, how was she supposed to breath now that you were standing right in the same practice room as her? Could you two be friends? Would you like her? Maybe find her cute? But what if you weren't her type?

Your group and Itzy were collabing for a special stage at a music award show and she couldn't stop staring at you through the mirror, your stoic expression as you reviewed the steps of the choreography. She found her eyes straying to the rest of your body over and over again, tracing your tattoos in her mind, wondering how it felt to touch them.

The rehearsal came to a break and you dropped over the couch, your members surrounding you. Chaeryeong kept staring from the other side of the room, but was a bit taken aback when, amid conversation, you let out the most gentle chuckle she had ever seen. In general, it was the first time she had ever seen you smile. Impressed by how your amiable aura wasn't going down either, she convinced Ryujin to help her approach you.

Turns out, your stoic personality was mostly just a concept that you acted for the cameras, but the softer, more real side of you was what cemented her crush over you, especially contrasted with your threatening, and frankly quite attractive looks. Luckily for her, you did find her really cute, and you kept in touch after the awards, allowing much more to flourish between you two.

Now that you two are happily in a relationship, she doesn't throw away the chance to relish on your tougher side either, running to the safety of your decorated arms every time she needs to forget the world around her.

Yuna

You first met Yuna in a queue in an amusement park, when you were waiting to get on a ride. You were chatting with your group of friends when she caught your attention, and apparently it was mutual, since she kept staring at you and your few visible tattoos in your arms and neck. You chuckled at her wide eyes, as she locked them with yours. But she wasn't shying away from you. She instantly waved at you with a wide smile, nearing you. Yuna introduced herself, along with Yeji and Ryujin who were going on the ride as well.

She wasn't afraid to start asking about your tattoos and their meanings, and honestly you didn't mind answering them either. Most of them were new, and you proudly showed them off to someone willing to listen. After a good while chatting and your mutual crush being obvious to everyone around, you both agreed on going up the ride together, since both your groups were in the odd numbers.

From that day on, an amazing friendship grew between you two, and Yuna never lost the habit of asking for a meaning everytime that you got a new tattoo. Except for one day, where she pointed out one that didn't have any particular explanations, you just had tattooed it because it looked pretty and cool. Yuna nodded silently at the answer, lost in her own thoughts for some minutes.

"What do you think about tattooing my face?" She blurted out, staring lost at the horizon.

"Wha-" You blinked, startled out at the sudden question.

"I am pretty and cool too!" She turned around, not an ounce of a joke in her voice.

You couldn't help but giggle in response, the way she wasn't afraid to be herself just allowed your crush on her to keep growing everyday. Always enjoying each other's company, you were both excited at the idea of being something more in the future.

#itzy imagines #itzy scenarios #itzy reactions #girl group imagines #girl group reactions #itzy yeji #itzy lia #itzy ryujin #itzy chaeryeong #itzy yuna

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v1ren · 3 years ago

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Welcome, my children~!!

I promised you some VIREN NEWS and we’ve found ourselves at the promised day! Starting this-- next week, this blog will be adapting into a more scheduled and organized setup. Whenever a temporary hiatus is going to occur - such as when I’ll be away on vacation or some personal events have come up - I’ll be sure to properly address it with everyone! Just so that way, there’s always a heads up as to the direction this blog will be taking, and no one will be left in the dark wondering if I’ve abandoned this old thing.

That being said! Let’s address the regular schedule of this blog:

Mon/Wed/Fri: Days dedicated to memes/quotes and the like that’ll roll out via queue.

Tues/Thurs: Viren Answers! Get in all those asks before then so you can have this snarky asshole answering questions such as: Does Viren is gay?

Saturday: Roleplays/Ficlets! Whether they’re involving some things dropped into the Inbox, something I’ve randomly decided to type up, or just some stupidly gay shenanigans with my S/O, @araavos :: stay tuned for this kinda content!

Sunday: Free for all! I could be reblogging the SHIT out of Viren art that day, talking up a storm in the DM’s about theories and the like, writing an 800 page essay on why Viren is one of the best morally grey characters in existence, who knows! It could be anything!

And with that information out of the way, I would like to address the fact that there will be some asks that I just don’t answer. It could be a mixture of things like-- the muse just not playing nice/not providing a good response, the ask is a little ehhhhhhh and I don’t feel comfortable addressing it, or Tumblr is a hellsite and ate it/didn’t allow me to see it. With that being said, please don’t hesitate to reach out via DM’s or even just, in the inbox again asking about this - I’ll be more than happy to provide you with an answer! And please don’t worry! I’m not here to shame anyone ABOUT their asks, I just don’t always answer everything, that’s all!

LASTLY. I do, truly and sincerely, just want to thank everyone that stuck to following this blog ;u; Words can’t express enough how happy and overjoyed it made me seeing asks in the inbox, and being greeted so openly when returning. It really, REALLY means a lot to me and I’m so happy to have everyone’s support going forward! I’ll do my absolute best to stick to this schedule, and I’mma push myself to do the Viren things too! I am VERY HYPE to be returning to this man!

Thank you all for reading!! And I hope to see you next week, when our new and improved schedule BEGINS!!

#;;viren #blog psa #just some blog things #;;pinnedpost

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begitalarcos · 3 years ago

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Just had a terribly traumatic moment about 10 minutes ago.

Was setting up my queue and about an hour ago I got a notification of a message on Facebook. I saw who it was from and decided I’d wait and get back to them, after I finally got my queue up to date I went back to check my messages and to my horror was subjected to multiple pictures of freshly slashed bloody arms and messages saying “I can’t take it anymore, I’m sorry, why did I even send these, I thought you’d be here when I needed you.” And everything like that and after some frantic messaging of my own, I found they’ve deactivated/abandoned their account.

Some backstory for you all, this person and I have been sort of friends/acquaintances for like 13 years now. This isn’t a new thing either, him saying these things and then later apologizing and acting like nothing happened. He’s someone I know from my deviant art days doing amateur modeling. We’re not super close and he’s crossed a line once or twice with inappropriate comments or questions that seem to come out of nowhere.

But he’s never sent me anything like this, I’ll be clearer, he’s never sent me pictures of anything ever. We don’t do that. I’ve talked him down from stuff before and done my best to be supportive but he refuses to get outside help or change anything.

When I saw these images and read what he sent I came upstairs to my husband, asked if he’d hold me and just started sobbing. I know I’m not responsible for what he’s done or what he might do,and I know if he messages me again I’m likely going to have to cut ties with him because I don’t have the mental or emotional energy to be his kick stand anymore. And that’s so frustrating and upsetting because I know he’ll pull some “You were the last friend I had,now I have no one, i’m gonna do it for real and it’s all your fault” kind of thing and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I’m sorry this kind of turned into a venting post, I’m sorry I really am, I know he’s in mental, emotional pain. I understand cutting as a way to feel physical pain instead of emotional pain - I was that person!

So many thoughts went through my mind when I saw that. Who I was, what I did and said and things that happened. Honestly, I was triggered and I dunno what to do now.

My husband has asked me not to interact with this “friend” if he does try to contact me again tonight, if only as a means to protect my own mental health, but I’m still somewhat torn.

Is that the right thing to do? What is the right thing to do in this situation? I wish I knew…

#begita #tw: self harm mention #tw: suicide mention

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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Ayato Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts in the hotel room

*Rustle*

Yui: Nn...Hm...?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...I wonder how long I slept...? )

Ayato: Zzー... Zzー...

Yui: ( Ayato-kun’s still asleep. I better be careful not to wake him up... )

*Creaaaak*

Easy...There.

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Yui: Hm...?

( ...What’s this smell...? )

( Somehow there’s this really nice scent coming from downstairs. ...A food vendor of some sorts, perhaps? )

*Groooowl*

Yui: ( ...Guess I’ll go take a quick look... )

ー The scene shifts to the wagon area

Pretzel vendor: Aah, miss! What do you say? Are you hungry for a freshly-baked pretzel?

Yui: ( Wah...There’s more different kinds of pretzels than I thought... )

Pretzel vendor: I studied the art of the pretzel for an extended time over in the human world, so I can guarantee the taste.

They’re quite popular amongst my customers down here as well. So, which one would you like?

Yui: ( Hm...What should I do? I can’t decide... )

*Rustle*

Yui: Um...Which one would you recommend?

Pretzel vendor: A recommendation, huh? ...I’d love to say I would recommend them all but...Let’s see...

Male punk A: Oi, old geezer. Give us one of those pretzel things as well.

Pretzel vendor: ...Aah In that case, please get in line over there.

Male punk B: Aah!? We’re askin’ for some right now. Come on, hand them over!

*THUD*

Yui: ...!

ー The crowd grows restless

Yui: ( What’s their problem...? )

Pretzel vendor: Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve got other customers waiting in line. ...!?

*THUD*

Male punk A: ...Oi, old geezer. Who do you think you’re talkin’ to, huh? You want us to get in queue?

Male punk B: If you keep tryin’ to get all cute with us, we’ll ensure you’ll never do business here again, understood? Take that!

*THUD*

Yui: ( This is outrageous...! )

E-Excuse me...!

Male punk B: Aah? What’s this chick’s problem...?

Yui: Why would you try and pick a fight with this man when he has done nothing wrong at all...?

Pretzel vendor: ...Miss...!

Male punk A: Hah...Hilarious. This chick’s tryin’ to get in our way, see?

Male punk B: ...Seems like it. We can’t let her get away with that though.

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!

( H-He’s so strong...! Oh no, at this rate...! )

???: Don’t touch her!

*THUD*

Male punk A: Uwaah!!

*Thud*

Yui: ...!?

Ayato: Oi, the fuck are you...? Don’t be tryin’ to mess with my woman!

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...!

( Don’t tell me...He jumped down from the hotel’s veranda...!? )

Male punk B: O-Oi...! You alright, mate!? ...Now you’ve done it!

Ayato: What? ...Wanna throw some fists? Fine by me? I’ll be your opponent if you’re that insistent on gettin’ your ass kicked!

Male punk B: ...F-Fuck...! Oi, let’s go!

Male punk A: Y-Yeah...Oi, we’ll remember this!!

ー The two punks run off

Ayato: Phew...Geez...Oi, Chichinashi!

Why did you sneak out while I was asleep? I was worried, you know!?

You got lucky I just so happened to look outside at the right time, but do you realize what could have gone down if I didn’t...?

I know you’re not bein’ targeted now that you don’t have your heart and all.

But that doesn’t mean you should go wanderin’ off on your own.

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

Pretzel vendor: Calm down, you. Please don’t be too harsh on her, okay?

Ayato: Aah? And who are you...?

Pretzel vendor: As you can tell, I’m the owner of this stall. Thanks to her, my precious shop wasn’t destroyed.

*Rustle*

Pretzel vendor: ...This is the only thing I can offer, but consider this my way of thanking you. Enjoy it together, okay?

Yui: Eh...?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( We got so many pretzels...! )

Ayato: You sure?

Pretzel vendor: Yes, of course. Please enjoy the Parade while you can.

Yui: Thank you very much!

Ayato: ...Hmph. Well, guess I’ll have one since we got them for free anyway...

Yui: Yeah. Shall we go sit down on one of the benches over there then...?

ー They sit down

Ayato: Nn...This stuff’s not half bad, considering it’s pitch black.

Mmh...What flavor is this though? Oi, Chichinashi. You have a bite too.

ー He leans in

Ayato: Here, open your mouth.

Yui: Eh? ...Nn...

( ...He just forced it inside...! )

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Hehe. How is it? Pretty good, right?

Yui: Nn...Yeah...I wonder what it could be...? It tastes a little like...black sesame?

( The vendor from earlier did say he got his training in the human world... )

Ayato: Haah? Black sesame here in the Demon World? Well, I guess it’s fine. It’s not bad and that’s what matters.

So? What are we gonna do now? We have to clear the assignment given to us by Walter, right?

Yui: Yeah...

( ...Our ‘wrongdoings’... )

( ...It has to be... )

Say, Ayato-kun? I’ve been thinking ever since...

Ayato: ...? What...?

Yui: While we were running away from the Gatekeeper after coming to the Demon World.

We caused trouble for many people, didn’t we...?

Ayato: Trouble? ...Did we?

Yui: We broke into the basement of someone else’s home, knocking over their cupboards...

Ayato: ...Oh. Now that you mention it, that did happen, didn’t it...?

Yui: So I thought maybe that’s what the Count meant with our ‘wrongdoings’...

Ayato: Hmm. Let’s assume that’s what he meant...What should we do then?

Yui: ...I’m not quite sure myself, but for now, I guess the best we can do is go and apologize...

Ayato: Haah? Apologize? That’s...

Yui: But...The Count said we should redeem ourselves so...I don’t think there’s much else we can do but say sorry...

Ayato: Hmph, I don’t like the sound of that.

Yui: ...

Ayato: But, well, I don’t exactly have a better idea either. Guess I have no other choice but to roll with your plan for now.

Yui: ...Ayato-kun...!

Ayato: ‘Kay, let’s get goin’ right away then.

Yui: ...Yeah!

( Thank you, Ayato-kun. )

ー The scene shifts to the underground passage

Yui: ( It was around here, right...? )

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

Ayato: Shh, quiet!

Yui: ( ...? )

Ayato: Oi, take a look. The atmosphere’s not quite the same as yesterday.

*Knock knock*

Suspicious man A: ...It’s me. Open up.

Suspicious man B: Everyone’s present, right? ...Don’t worry, nobody should have followed us down here.

*Clunk*

Yui: It’s that room...Right?

Ayato: Yeah. I’m sure of it. It’s the basement we broke into yesterday.

I don’t know why, but they were bein’ all secretive. What’s going on?

Yui: ( Ayato-kun’s right, something seems a little off... )

*Rustle*

Yui: Anyway, it’d be bad if we were to get yelled at again for interrupting, so perhaps we should wait here for a bit?

Ayato: Che. We have to wait down here in this gloomy place?

Oi, Chichinashi. Help me kill some time. Nn...

Yui: Eh!? Hold on! Not here...!

*Rustle*

???: ...Well then, we will put our plan into action tomorrow night.

Yui: ( ...Hm? I can hear a voice from the other side of the door... )

Ayato: Come on, scoot closer.

Yui: ...! Ayato-kun, be quiet for a second...!

ー She pushes him away

*Thud*

Ayato: ...!?

???: ...Exactly. While everyone else is too preoccupied with the Parade.

???: ...I will act as the decoy. ...As for the location, is Zartan’s Mouth okay?

???: Yes, I do not mind. However, there’s a few issues...

Yui: ( ...Is this some sort of strategy meeting...? )

Ayato: ...Oi, Chichinashi...You little...

You sure have some guts to push me away like that!

I’m gonna have to suck you right here, right now then! Come here!

Yui: A-Ayato-kun! Hold up...!

???: ...Who’s there!?

*THUD*

Owner: ...You two...You’re the people from yesterday!!

Ayato: ...!

Yui: ( T-They saw us!! )

Suspicious man A: ...Did you hear us just now!? Which means...You two must be spies, right!?

Ayato: Aah? Spies? The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?

Yui: Spies? ...You’re wrong! We simply came here to apologize for what happened yesterday...!

Suspicious man B: Shut up! We can’t let you run free now that you’ve heard our plan!

Yui: We’re speaking the truth! We really did come here to say sorry for yesterday!

( Please believe us...! )

Owner: To apologize, huh...? Oi, brat. How about you?

Ayato: Aah!? Who do you think you’re calling a brat!? Don’t fuck with me...

But it’s exactly as she said. We did kind of invite ourselves in yesterday...

Owner: ...I see. Well, but...

You heard our plan. Furthermore...

You did quite the number on me yesterday. You can say sorry all you want, I’m not forgiving you.

Yui: ( No way...! )

Ayato: A number...?

Owner: Hmph...You knocked over one of the cupboards when you ran away, didn’t you?

My precious key broke in the process. See?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...It’s snapped right in half... )

I-I’m so sorry...!

Ayato: ...Hah. That’s all?

Oi, old fart. Gimme that key for a sec. I’ll fix it.

Then you’ll forgive us, right?

Owner: ...Well, I would. If you can fix it, that is.

Ayato: Aah? That’s a piece of cake, isn’t it? You just take it to a locksmith and have them fix it for you.

Yui: ( It really is that easy...right...? )

( However...Something seems a little... )

Owner: Hmph. You seem rather confident. I’ll leave this key in your care then.

*Rustle*

Owner: However, you only have until tomorrow. If you fail to repair the key by then...

Ayato: Hah, don’t worry, one day is plenty. See you later, old fart.

Let’s go, Chichinashi.

*Rustle*

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( I have a bad feeling about this...I hope it’s just my imagination... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the wagon area

Ayato: Let’s see, a locksmith, locksmith...Aren’t there any ‘round? ...Guess we just gotta ask someone.

???: Welcome!

Ayato: Ah, oi. Mister! Is there a locksmith somewhere ‘round here?

???: ...! You’re that brat from yesterday...!

Ayato: Ah...?

Yui: Ah!

( This guy, if I recall correctly...! )

ー A flashback ensues

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi! We’re takin’ a shortcut! This way!

Crepe vendor: Crepes! Who’s hungry for some fresh crepes?

Ayato: Get out of the way!

*THUD*

*CRASH*

Crepe vendor: Uwaah! My stall!

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( From back then...! )

Crepe vendor: Oi! How dare you destroy my stall back then!?

Ayato: Haah? The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? Anyway, hurry up and tell us where we can find a locksmith!

Crepe vendor: And why exactly should I do that?

Ayato: Aah? Excuse me...!?

Yui: ( ...! )

Selection

→ Stop him by tugging onto him (☾)

*Thud*

Yui: Ayato-kun! You can’t!

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: ...Let go! What’s your problem!?

Yui: Calm down...!

*Rustle rustle*

→ Stop him by shouting

Yui: Ayato-kun! You can’t!

Ayato: Shut up! You keep quiet!

Yui: ( He totally forgot! )

You don’t remember how you flipped this man’s stall upside down while we were on the run yesterday!?

Ayato: Hm? R-Right...Now that you mention it, I vaguely remember somethin’ like that...

Yui: Mister! Let us apologize for what happened back then. We truly feel sorry...!

Crepe vendor: Hah! It’s a little late to apologize now.

Yui: But...We really need you to forgive us...!

( If not, we can’t complete the Count’s assignment... )

Crepe vendor: Hmph. You sure say some strange things, young lady. I’m sorry, but I don’t plan on forgiving you any time soon.

As a result, I lost half a day of business yesterday. My sales figures are doomed!

???: Calm down, sir. Don’t be so hasty.

Yui: ( ...That’s... )

Crepe vendor: ...You’re the guy who sells pretzels...

Pretzel vendor: I happen to know those two.

They helped me out when I was being pestered by a duo of punks this morning.

Crepe vendor: ...These two did?

Pretzel vendor: Yes, exactly. So, what do you say? Why don’t you do me a favor and forgive them?

Yui: ...!

Crepe vendor: ...But still...I can’t just forgive them for free...

Hm...I suppose it can’t be helped. What do you think of this offer? You have to run the shop for half a day in return.

Ayato: Run the shop? You mean the crepe stall?

Crepe vendor: Yes. I was actually just thinking of going to watch the Parade with my wife.

If you two can take over the shop in the meantime, I’ll forgive you for what happened yesterday.

Yui: Really...!?

Ayato: Hm, a crepe stall, huh...? Well, I don’t mind. Sounds kinda fun.

Yui: I’ll help out too! Thank you very much!

Pretzel vendor: Glad to hear! Good luck, you two.

Yui: Thank you too, sir!

Crepe vendor: I’ll teach you how to make the crepes, so come here.

Yui: Yes!

( Seems like he’ll forgive us somehow. Thank god...! )

*TIMESKIP*

Ayato: ‘Kay, let’s get straight to business. Of course, I’ll be in charge of making the crepes.

Yui: Yeah, sure.

( Fufu. Despite his complaints from earlier, he’s very motivated right now! )

ー Ayato starts baking the crepes

Ayato: Here I go! Voila!

*Plop*

Yui: Ah, Ayato-kun! If you pour on that much batter at once...

Ayato: Ah? I’m sure it’ll turn out fine somehow! Now I just gotta make it round...Huh...?

*Pshhh*

Ayato: Fuck, it’s not workin’ at all...The fuck’s goin’ on...?

Yui: A-Ayato-kun, at this rate...

( ...Actually, this smell... )

*Pshhhh*

Yui: ( ...I knew it, it’s burning!! )

Ayato: Che, fuck...This isn’t workin’ out at all. Fuck this! I’m done! It’s up to you now, Chichinashi!

Yui: Eh!? H-Hold up...!

( ...Geez, in that case...! )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( ...Seems like I got the hang of it somehow...Thank god. )

Female Vampire E: Those look delicious. May I have one crepe?

Female Vampire D: Me too~!

Yui: Y-Yes! I’ll make one right awaーー

( ...What do I do? The shop suddenly got crowded. )

???: Ah-ahー Guess I can’t trust you alone with the store like this. I’ll help you out a lil’.

Yui: ...! Ayato-kun!

( Thank god, he came back...! )

Ayato: ...Oi. You over there, which flavors do you want? Make it quick!

Female Vampire E: A-Are you talking to me...? Then, caramel and...

Ayato: Hah, think again!

Yui: Eeh!?

( How could he treat a customer like that...!? )

Ayato: ...Hmー Let’s see. While I’m at it...There.

*Splatter*

Ayato: Yeah, lookin’ good! Behold, Ayato-sama’s special edition blood-drenched crepe!

Yui: Blood-drenched...!?

( There’s lots of strawberry sauce oozing out from the sides...! )

( I’m sure this will upset the customer... )

Female Vampire F: W-Wow! I’ve never seen such an innovative crepe before!!

Male Vampire D: For real...! This crepe encompasses everything a Vampire loves perfectly...!

Male Vampire E: I’d like one of those as well, sonny!

ー More customers crowd around the stall

Yui: ( A long line formed in front of the shop in no time...! )

Ayato: Hah, if you want one, you better wait there patiently!

...Oi, Chichinashi! Keep on baking those bad boys!

Yui: R-Roger...!

( I can’t quite explain why, but Ayato-kun is something else... )

*TIMESKIP*

Crepe vendor: Geez, you really did me a huge favor. Seems like the store did great business thanks to you two!

Ayato: Hah, Yours Truly made those crepes, so what else did you expect?

Crepe vendor: Haha. Anyway, let’s forget about what happened yesterday. I’ll tell you where you can find a locksmith as well.

Yui: Really?

( Thank god...! )

Thank you very much!

ー The scene shifts to Diamante Fountain

Yui: ...Hmー I’m pretty sure it should be somewhere around here...

( According to the map the crepe vendor drew for us, the locksmith should be on the plaza with the fountain... )

Ayato: Oi, hold up one sec.

Yui: Eh? ...Kyah!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( W-What...? )

Ayato: Hehe, Chichinashi. You’ve got some cream stuck on your face, you know? Just how frantic were you back there?

Yui: Eh!?

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Che...Don’t move. I’ll get it for you...

Nn...Nn...

Yui: ( ...He licked it off...! )

Ayato: ...Heeh, not bad. What you’d expect from a famous place. However...

*Rustle*

...I prefer this. Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Nn...!

( Ayato-kun, we’re in public right now...! )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...! Now’s not the time to mess around...!

Ayato: Oh? Oi, check that out! That shop has a signboard in the shape of a key. Couldn’t that be the place?

Yui: Eh!? Ah...You’re right. It might be.

Ayato: Let’s go take a look!

ー He walks towards the store

Yui: ( ...! I feel like he just skillfully talked his way out! )

*Knock knock*

Yui: Excuse me!

Ayato: Oi! Anyone ‘round!?

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( Could they be closed...? )

Flower shop owner: Yes, if you’re looking for the locksmith, he has been on vacation for quite some time.

Yui: Eh...!?

Flower shop owner: He always closes his shop during the Parade because he has very few customers at this time of year.

Yui: ( N-No way... )

Ayato: Fuck! We finally made it here and the bastard’s on holiday!? Fuck that!

Ahーah. There goes all of my motivation...I’m already exhausted after all the shit that went down today...

Yui: ( ...Now that he mentions it, I’m a little tired too... )

Ayato: Say, Chichinashi. We have until tomorrow to get the key repaired, right?

Yui: Yeah...

Ayato: Let’s go on a full-on search for the locksmith tomorrow then.

For one, I doubt we’ll have an easy time finding a stranger amidst this large of a crowd.

Yui: ( He does have a point... )

( Besides, Ayato-kun really tried his hardest today, from helping fend off those punks to selling crepes as well... )

( I want to give him some time to rest... )

Yui: ...Right. Let’s head back to the hotel early todaーー

Ayato: Idiot. Who’s so stupid to return to their hotel room at this hour?

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: Why don’t we have a look ‘round the Parade now that we’re here as well?

I’m sure things will work out if we give it our all tomorrow. That being said, let’s get goin’!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, wait, Ayato-kun...!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park

Ayato: Ahー The Magic Carpet ride really is the best! So, where should we go next?

Yui: ( Ayato-kun looks like he’s having fun. ...I’m glad. )

( We still have a whole lot of issues to tackle, but the Parade only happens once a year, so I want him to be able to enjoy it a little... )

Ayato: Oh, they’ve got something interesting goin’ on over there. Oi, let’s go!

Yui: Yeah!

ー The scene shifts to the venue

Ayato: It’s on! Let’s see who can make their way out of the House of Mirrors first!

Yui: Sure!

Ayato: Hehe. I won’t lose! I’m goin’ in this way. See you at the exit!

ー Ayato runs inside

Yui: ( Okay! I have to try my best so I don’t lose either! )

ー The scene shifts to the House of Mirrors

Yui: ( Hm... )

( Everything looks the same, so I feel as if I’ve just been going in circles this whole time... )

*Riiiiing*

Yui: ...!?

ー It flashes white before her eyes

Yui: ( W-What’s going on...!? I feel dizzy all of a sudden... )

( Did the House of Mirrors make me feel sick perhaps...? )

*Riiiiing*

Yui: ...!

( ...No...I’m not just dizzy... )

( There’s something wrong...With my heart...With the Kleinod... )

*Riiiiing*

ー Yui collapses

*Thud*

Yui: ( Everything’s going black...before my eyes... )

( ...Ayato...ku...n... )

*TIMESKIP*

???: ...Lady...Young lady...

Yui: ( ... )

???: ...Young lady...Hang in there, young lady...!

Yui: ( ...Somebody’s calling me...? )

ー Yui wakes up

Yui: ...Uu...Hm...?

Vampire gentleman: Aah, thank god! You regained consciousness!

Yui: ( Ah...Right. I fainted in the House of Mirrors... )

Vampire gentleman: I was shocked to find you passed out here! Did you come with someon...ーー

ー Ayato runs up to them

Ayato: ...Oi! What are you doin’ to her!? Back off at once!!

*THUD*

Vampire gentleman: Uguh!?

Yui: ...! Ayato-kun!?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Yui! Are you okay!?

Oi, you bastard! She’s mine! Try to harm her and you’ll regret it!

Vampire gentleman: Kuh...Harm her...? I simply...

Ayato: I don’t need to hear your excuses! I’ll beat you to pulp right now!

Yui: ( ...! He’s definitely got the wrong idea! )

*Rustle*

Yui: Ayato-kun! You’ve got it all wrong!! It’s a misunderstanding!

He only helped me out when I was feeling unwell...!

Ayato: Aah...? What didya just say...?

Vampire gentleman: ...Hmph! So this is what I get for trying to be kind...!? I’ll excuse myself now!

ー He walks away

Yui: Ah...

( He left... )

Yui: You can’t deny that you went too far just now, kicking him out of nowhere...

Ayato: Che, I had no other choice, did I...?

From my angle, it looked as if that bastard was tryin’ to suck your blood or somethin’...

...Geez, I was waitin’ by the exit but you just wouldn’t show up, so I came lookin’ for you...

Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun... )

I’m sorry for making you worry...

Ayato: Oi, more importantly. I heard you were feelin’ unwell...? Are you alright now?

Yui: ...Yeah, I’m fine now...

*Riiiiing*

Yui: ...ーー!?

( ...Again... )

Ayato: ...!? Oi!

Yui: ( I can’t...My consciousness is... )

ー She faints again

Ayato: Yui!

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( ...What’s happening...? My body feels light... )

???: ...Yui...!

ー She wakes up in the hotel room

Yui: Uu...Hm...?

( I’m at...the hotel...? )

Ayato: Ah! You finally woke up...?

Yui: Ayato-kun...I...

Ayato: You passed out. It gave me a scare. I carried you back here for now.

...Are you alright?

Yui: Yeah, I’m fine now.

Ayato: Mmh. Glad to hear that. Don’t push yourself, ‘kay?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...He’s stroking my head... )

Ayato: ...Haah, anyway. It’s already late, so just stay in bed, ‘kay?

Yui: Yeah, I will. I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.

Ayato: ...It’s fine. Besides, I never thought of it like that.

I don’t care as long as you’re safe and sound...

Yui: ( Ayato-kun...I’m so happy... )

( ...Now that I’m feeling more relaxed, I can suddenly feel the fatigue kicking in... )

*Rustle rustle*

ー She falls asleep as the scene shifts to her dream

Yui: ( ...Where am I...? )

( Could it be, again...? )

Mysterious man: ...Hello there, it’s been a while.

Yui: ( This voice... )

Are you...Count Walter, perhaps...?

Mysterious man: ...Fufu. I wonder?

Yui: ...

Mysterious man: That Ayato...He seems rather attached to you.

He jumped the gun and kicked a man he had never seen or met before, what am I going to do with him?

Yui: ...You were watching, it seems...?

Mysterious man: Yes, I saw everything...I wonder why exactly he seems so devoted to you?

Yui: Why...?

Mysterious man: Yes. Have you never asked yourself that question?

Yui: Well...

Mysterious man: Do you perhaps think...He is doing it out of love for you?

Yui: ...

Mysterious man: Fufu, seems like I am correct. However, if you do, I think it is time you think again.

Yui: ...What do you mean?

Mysterious man: That man, you see, only ever thinks about being the best there is.

Therefore, he does not want to lose you, the person who has a heart like nobody else does. ...Am I wrong?

Yui: ...That’s not...!

( Is he implying that Ayato-kun only protects me because of my heart...? )

( That just can’t be...I mean, Ayato-kun is...! )

He isn’t that kind of person. He really does... (1)

( It’s not because of my heart...But because he cares about me as a person... )

Mysterious man: ...Kuku...Hahaha...!

Yui: ...What’s so funny?

Mysterious man: Oh no, my bad. I was just thinking what a foolish, pitiful girl you are...

Do you truly believe a Vampire such as himself is capable of grasping the meaning of true love?

...If you do, you are gravely mistaken.

ー Yui wakes up

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Haah...! Haah...Haah...

( ...Was that a dream just now...? )

*Rustle*

Yui: ...Ayato-kun...?

( ...He doesn’t seem to be around...Did he head out, perhaps...? )

ー She recalls her dream

Mysterious man: Do you truly believe a Vampire such as himself is capable of grasping the meaning of true love?

...If you do, you are gravely mistaken.

ー The dream sequence ends

Yui: ( ...That’s not true. Ayato-kun isn’t like that. )

( I have faith in him... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ AZUSA]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ CARLA]

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #dark fate #diabolik lovers translation #dfayatochapter2

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ask-whitepearl-and-steven · 5 years ago

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In these apparently trying times of "lack of content" I was wondering if we could get a glimpse behind the tablet and see how you write! Could you talk about your process and how you keep track of things and parse out your story? Do you storyboard or write rigorous notes? Is it all in your head? I am super curious about your system.

Oh yikes I’m about to disappoint a lot of people.

Okay, here’s the thing - I cannot physically keep notes because I get distracted and forget to write things down. I’ve tried keeping notebooks for WD!Steven stuff and I have come to accept that it’s only for show. I barely use it. I cannot use my memory on the effort of writing notes - I’d much rather use that energy to remember things in my head.

I brute-force everything through my mind palace. My mind... house... mindshack.

My process is simple:

Step 1) THINK

I constantly get asks that I feel might be good for the comics. I’ve made posts on this before but the main way I decide if I’ll use an ask is:

Is the ask addressed explicitly to Steven (or another character?)

Is the ask not giving away any fourth-wall-breaking information?

Is the ask actually ASKING Steven an open-ended question or TELLING Steven to do something?

If the ask is too vague (”so what do u like”) or gives away too much (“Steven don’t u think ur actually half-human? If Rose had a baby it would be half gem half human. Wouldn’t that be the same as u? You should ask Rose about a gem named Spinel I bet she would freak out!!!!!”) or if the ask is just pushing for Steven to do something instead of asking (”go to the moon base!”) then I almost always ignore it.

Step 2) Storyboard!

After choosing a question, I’ll sit and… stare at my desk/the wall/twitter without seeing it and instead storyboard the entire comic in my head. Sometimes this happens in a matter of minutes. Sometimes I’ll work it over in my mind’s eye for days before I like it. This includes the dialogue.

Yes, I do this while driving. I have an hour drive to work. No, I have never been in an accident. My autopilot works really well. I guess. Probably. I often have no memory of the actual drive itself but the comic gets written.

Step 3) Sketch!

Afterwards I go into my drawing program (MediBang Paint) and sketch out each individual panel on a layer. Sometimes the sketches are detailed. Sometimes they are just sloppy action lines to remind me what I’m going for.

I script in my head WHILE I’m drawing the sketches. I try out different lines as I go through each panel and see what fits the most. This sketching process takes about 3-5 minutes per panel.

Step 4) Lineart!

After I’ve sketched at least 50% of the comic, I go back in and start doing lineart. I will do this mindlessly - it is only at this point that I allow myself to listen to a podcast, or music, or have a YouTube video running while I draw. (I cannot sketch/storyboard/script with any sort of noise on. Has to be dead silent.)

The initial lineart process takes about 10 minutes per panel if the panel is simple like the one above. If I go through the process of adding necessary details, patterns, or have to create phone background detail, or draw a background in general, then it will obviously take longer.

If I do color comics, it takes 3 times as long which is why I hate coloring.

For the Lapis arc I also added tones. It was not as annoying as coloring, but it still took me twice as long as an average panel because there was so much layering to be done between the water/lapis’ wings/backgrounds. It was not fun.

Step 5) Dialogue

After I finish the lines for ALL the panels, or at least 50%, I start going back in and finally adding dialogue and details. I do the dialogue all at once because it allows me to view the flow more naturally. I end up reading and re-reading the panels several times to make sure there are no repeating words and that it flows more or less like a normal conversation would.

This takes about… eh… an hour or so for an average 20-panel comic?

The bulk of my editing is done at this stage. I will go back through and re-read the finished comic several times and try to weed out weird details or typos.

If I find none, I post it to Patreon, because it’s a guarantee that I will find 3 more immediately afterwards. That’s how posting art to social media works. Also, many of my Patreon patrons are usually kind enough to point out any typos I’ve missed. (MediBang doesn’t have a spellcheck so don’t judge me too harshly…)

And that’s….. it. I post to Patreon, make any last-minute fixes if I have to, and then queue everything to tapas and tumblr.

And then I immediately begin to worry about the next comic. Because… that’s how it works.

I understand it’s not exactly a professional process. That’s because I’m not a professional! I’m self-taught, and this comic is meant to be for fun, not for profit. If I make a Season-finale comic or a season-start comic, I typically go through the same steps, except I add thumbnailing to the mix (drawing tiny copies of the pages on post-it notes to see how many pages I can fix it to.)

Hope that was… educational? I don’t know. Either way…

#Anonymous #chekhov answers #process #how to #faq

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onceuponaloonatic · 3 years ago

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(i just read most of surrogate au on a road trip i Love) do you want to do chaeyoung is hanging out with jihyo and baby nico but jihyo has to run in for a work thing or smth and so chaeyoung is left alone with nico. chaeyoung however has Zero childcare skills and is so clueless. queue chaeyoung getting nontoxic paint and trying to paint with 2 month old nico, its literally all smears and both are covered in paint from head to toe by the end but sana and jihyo both love it and take one of the "artworks" and frame it.

thank you so much !! sorry for the wait !! also i only have three asks left so if you guys have any ideas please send asks!!

“Who’s the cutest baby in the world? You are.” Jihyo smiled as she tickled Nico’s stomach, earning her a giggle in response. Nico had just started giggling a few days ago, right after her second month of life had officially begun. Needless to say, her parents could not give enough of it. Sana had taken countless videos the first time Nico giggled, and had sent all of them to Jihyo. Now that Jihyo was watching Nico, she couldn’t get enough of her baby girl giggling. “I love you.” Jihyo kissed Nico’s cheek.

“Babe if you give her too much attention she’s going to be spoiled.” Chaeyoung giggled from the couch. She had received most of the videos from Jihyo, and she thought it was adorable how in love with Nico Jihyo was. She also knew her girlfriend needed this time with Nico. She hadn’t been able to spend much time with her lately and Chaeyoung knew it was eating at Jihyo. “I think it’s too late for that.” Jihyo picked Nico up and carried her to the couch where she sat next to Chaeyoung. She quickly settled Nico before leaning into her girlfriend. “You’ve seen how Sana is with her. Sana is like obsessed with Nico.” “Don’t pretend you aren’t too.” Chaeyoung giggled. “You are just as in love with her as Sana is. She’s my competition for your heart.” Chaeyoung smiled when a tiny foot kicked her arm as Nico wiggled in Jihyo’s lap.

“You know I love both of you right? It’s not a competition. I love both of you.” Jihyo nodded, resting her head on Chaeyoung’s shoulder. Chaeyoung’s arm snaked its way around her waist and Jihyo smiled. “I know. Don’t tell Nico though, we have a bet going.” Chaeyoung laughed as Nico’s foot kicked her again. Chaeyoung took her free hand and grabbed Nico’s foot, squeezing her clothed foot. Nico’s toes curled reflexively, gripping onto Chaeyoung's hand while she played with Jihyo’s shirt collar. Their perfect moment was interrupted when Jihyo’s phone rang. Jihyo sighed, moving Nico to one arm to pick up the phone. Chaeyoung squeezed Jihyo’s waist before letting go, moving to take Nico from her girlfriend. Nico giggled as Chaeyoung lifted her up as high as she could before bringing her back in. Jihyo eyed her with an amused smile while she talked on the phone, but it was quickly replaced with a look Chaeyoung knew all too well. “Your boss?” Chaeyoung asked once Jihyo was off the phone. “It’s Saturday. My boss knows I don’t work weekends.” Jihyo sighed. “But there’s an emergency in the case, if I don't fix it we might not be able to get the conviction.” “I get it.” Chaeyoung smiled. “You have an important job. Nico knows that too. I’ve got her, go.” “Thank you so much. I love you. You're the best.” Jihyo gave Chaeyoung a quick kiss before getting up to get dressed. “I know. I’m the best girlfriend in the world. It’s a curse.” Chaeyoung said dramatically. Jihyo laughed as she quickly threw on work appropriate clothes. Once she was dressed she pulled her hair up in a quick ponytail before moving to say goodbye. “Be good for Auntie Chaeyoung Nico.” Jihyo kissed Nico’s chubby cheek. “And you, no roughhousing.” “Can’t make any promises.” Chaeyoung giggled. “I’m serious. I should be back after lunch. You have Sana’s number but in case your phone dies it’s on the fridge. Her bottles with instructions are in the fridge. Sana wrote them so they should be pretty through but if you have any questions I’ll keep my phone on and Momo calls herself the master of bottles, she doesn’t need to eat until after her mid-day nap but if I’m not back by then you’ll need to take care of it. She needs to nap at eleven thirty, and she should be awake by one. The baby monitor is on but if there’s any issues with it-”

“Jihyo, it’s okay. Seriously you and Sana both spiral so much. It’s going to be okay. Nico and I have hung out before. I love you, have fun at work.” Chaeyoung giggled, kissing Jihyo one more time.

“Thank you. I love you too. Bye Chae, bye Nico!” Chaeyoung had to practically push Jihyo out of the apartment. “It’s just you and me kiddo.” Chaeyoung giggled, kissing Nico’s cheek before taking her over to the couch. She sat for a few minutes before Nico started whining. Chaeyoung quickly went through the usual list of Nico things but it quickly dawned on her why Nico was whining. “You're bored. Alright, let’s find something for you to do.” Chaeyoung went over to the baby bag Sana had packed and looked through it. She found a toy for Nico, pulling it out and giving it to Nico. Nico felt the toy, but immediately threw it. “Alright not that.” Chaeyoung sighed. She had spent time with Nico before, but not alone. She actually had never watched kids alone. Her best friend growing up babysat a bit in high school for some extra money, but Chaeyoung only went with her once and the kid was ten. It was nothing like taking care of a baby. It was a little overwhelming. So Chaeyoung did what she normally did when she had no idea what to do. Google.

After a quick “what to do with a two month old” google search and looking through a few articles she came to the conclusion she had no idea what she was doing. She had already tried toys, Nico had quickly rejected that. Sana and Momo handled tummy time so Chaeyoung didn’t want to do anything that would be wrong or confusing for Nico. Nico’s nap didn’t start for an hour, and she clearly wasn’t hungry. “What do you want to do baby?” Chaeyoung sighed, thinking about what to do. “You could help Auntie Chaeyoung with her work, would that be fun?” Chaeyoung’s answer came with a tiny kick to the arm and she took that as a yes. She carried Nico over to the makeshift paint station she had in the corner of their living room. Before she moved in, Jihyo had an old piano she had inherited from her family there. Now the piano sat on the other side of the living room and Jihyo’s dead plant that had been sitting in her living room for way too long had been replaced. Chaeyoung liked the change, it felt a lot more homey. “Alright let’s see. Here, this is non-toxic. Have you ever painted before?” Chaeyoung asked. “I’m guessing you haven’t. Your mommies are kind of boring. Let’s change that.” Chaeyoung smiled. “Do you know what color this is? This is red.” Chaeyoung smiled, getting some red non-toxic paint and putting some on her paint tray. She moved Nico so she was using one hand to support her body, Nico looking at her curiously. Chaeyoung put one finger in the red paint, showing it to Nico before putting it on the blank canvas. “Want to try?” Chaeyoung grabbed one of Nico’s hands and put it in the paint before putting it on the canvas. Nico giggled as a tiny hand print appeared on the canvas. “Like that? Let’s get some more colors yeah?” xx

Jihyo got through her work as quickly as possible. She wanted to be back before Nico’s nap in case Chaeyoung had trouble putting her down and she wanted to spend time with Nico. Thankfully, she got through it all quickly. She rushed home as fast as she could, noting she got home a couple minutes before Nico’s nap was supposed to start.

“Chae? I’m back!” Jihyo called when she entered the apartment. She took her shoes off before going into the living room. She saw her daughter and girlfriend sitting at Chaeyoung’s painting station. Both of them were covered in paint somehow but both had huge smiles on their faces. Jihyo couldn’t help herself but take a picture. “Hi baby.” Jihyo greeted after taking a picture.

“Oh hey! Nico look Mama’s back!” Chaeyoung giggled. “We made art.” “I can see that.” Jihyo smiled, taking Nico from Chaeyong and giggling at how much paint was on the denim dress Sana had put on her that morning. “Let’s go get you clean and then take a nap.” “I’ll clean up here.” Chaeyoung smiled. Jihyo nodded and carried Nico to their bedroom. She undressed Nico before putting her in the sink and gently wiping the paint off of her. She put on Nico’s pink frog print pajamas before sitting down on the bed with Nico in her arms. She rubbed Nico’s back and hummed to her as she waited for her to fall asleep. Nico was out quicker than Jihyo had ever seen her, and Jihyo gently put her in her crib before going back to her girlfriend. “She asleep?” Chaeyoung asked. “She fell asleep faster than she ever has with me.” Jihyo smiled, sitting in Chaeyoung’s lap. “Cool. Look at the art we did.” Chaeyoung showed Jihyo the canvas, which was covered in paint smudges and tiny hand prints. “Aww. We should hang this in the new living room.” Jihyo giggled.

“Hmm.. I think we should put it in Nico’s new room. The nice thing about moving is she will have her own room with us too.” “We could do that. Or you two could make a smaller one and it could go onto our new fancy fridge.” Jihyo offered. “Oh, sounds good. I meant to ask, would you prefer purple or blue for Nico’s new room? I was thinking we could do a sky theme with clouds and stars, but I wanted to ask your opinion first.” Chaeyoung asked.

“Chaeyoung, you really don’t have to-”

“No no no. You agreed to give me complete creative control of Nico’s room when you decided to give her her own room. It’s part of being my girlfriend.” Chaeyoung wrapped her arms around Jihyo’s waist.

“I was going to say, you don’t need to paint my daughter’s room. It’s a lot of work-”

“I know. But we can do it together. Nico deserves the world.” Chaeyoung kissed Jihyo’s temple. “Plus painting is kind of sexy, isn’t it?” “I can’t believe you.” Jihyo rolled her eyes, but couldn’t fight the proud smile on her face. Even if she was faking annoyance, she loved how much Chaeyoung loved Nico. When they were first dating, Chaeyoung had seemed apprehensive about Nico. Jihyo and her were already dating when Jihyo found out Sana was pregnant, but their relationship was only a few weeks old and definitely not in a place to be having kids together. Chaeyoung was younger than her too, so Jihyo was worried about how she would be with Nico. But ever since Chaeyoung had met her, she had been in love with Nico. And it seemed the longer they were together, the more Chaeyoung fell in love with Jihyo’s daughter. Nico was important to Jihyo, and so was Chaeyoung. She couldn’t help but be filled to the brim with happiness seeing them get along. “Love you too Hyo.”

#twice #surrogate au #jichaeng #park jihyo #son chaeyoung #nico #minatozaki sana

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