#said by the artist who painfully chooses to draw with pencil because “it's just better”

[duckysamlake]

i just ran like... 500 metres to grab a stupid P plate that fell off my car

[sunshinetrappedinourhearts]

Nathmarc month day 29: Fantasy AU

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16491026/chapters/39420499 Or, in my case, a vampire AU LMAO- hey, it’s fantasy right...? Oh man, this was nice to write. I had to stop it at some point though, because it was getting ridiculously long (again... stop giving me AU’s lol) PLUS, I wasn’t sure if it would be appreciated, as in I chose to not write out... certain things. You’ll get what I mean. Anyways. Here ya go. c: @nathmarcnovember BY THE WAY! I’m in Paris right now (I’m from the Netherlands myself) for Y/CON and I’ll be cosplaying Marc with my girlfriend as Nathaniel! c: Which is super nice of course, but yeah, this is why day 30 will be delayed, probably. I’ll try to write it tomorrow (one day late), but we’ll see! 

The day Nathaniel arrived, it was grey and rainy. The sun was nowhere to be found, and it made the whole town look ominous and a little shady. It made him shiver. Although that could also have been caused by the cold of the early autumn that year.

Absently, he wondered why on earth he had chosen to attend college here again, instead of a normal big city where all his former classmates had gone to. But then he remembered that it was one of the most prestigious art schools in the country, and that it would definitely help him grow.

He probably just had bad timing; in the coming days the sky would surely clear up a bit. He should just stop being so prejudged and give the small town a chance.

***

It didn’t clear up the next few days, and his first day of college it was even cloudier than the day he arrived, yet there was no rain. He was carrying an umbrella, staring at the trees already losing their leaves, they looked sad and lonely, and Nathaniel felt like capturing them in a drawing. He was imagining the way he could do that, maybe using charcoal pencils, or ink… when suddenly, he hit something hard with his shoulder and he quickly looked up into a pair of the brightest green eyes he had ever seen.

‘Ah, sorry!’ he said, grabbing the umbrella he had just dropped. ‘I was lost in thought…’

The boy in front of him seemed to be about the same age as him. He was just a little taller, and he had black hair tied in a messy ponytail. Nathaniel noticed he was wearing fingerless gloves and black nail polish. It contrasted strongly against his very pale skin. But it were the eyes that captured Nathaniel’s attention. They were so intensely radiant that he found it hard to look away. As if they were enchanting him. Never before in his life had he seen such dazzling eyes.

‘N-no, my bad,’ the boy said, pulling Nathaniel out of his daze, he then noticed the other was awkwardly scratching his head, taking some papers he had apparently dropped on the ground.

Nathaniel quickly leaned down to help him. They were lined pages, scribbled full of words, and it was tempting to read, but Nathaniel quickly gave them back to him before he could.

‘Thank you…’ He smiled a bit, putting the papers back in the map he was carrying.

‘Are you attending the art school here?’ Nathaniel blurted out.

‘Oh, I am, yes, I’m starting today. I’m in creative writing. What about you?’

‘2D and digital art,’ Nathaniel said, smiling softly. ‘Starting today as well. I specialize in comic and cartoon style, actually, but I also do traditional art.’

‘That’s amazing,’ Marc answered. ‘Maybe I’ll see you in the joined lessons some time, then.’

‘Joined lessons?’

‘Yeah, they have those, making people in different art divisions cooperate with each other to make big projects.’

Nathaniel felt a wave of excitement run through his body as he heard those words. Especially since there were a lot of things he wasn’t too good at, like script writing.

‘That’s amazing…’

He looked at the other boy, then quickly reached out his hand to introduce himself. ‘I’m Nathaniel,’ he smiled.

‘Ah, I’m Marc…’ Marc took his hand, shaking it shortly before letting go, a hint of pink on his cheeks. ‘It’s nice to meet you…’

***

Marc’s prediction happened sooner than Nathaniel expected, already during the first week he spotted him during a joined course.

Their eyes met for a second, and Nathaniel got lost within them, quickly pulling away when their teacher spoke.

Apparently, they were going to do a cooperation between creative writers and artists , and they’d be allowed to choose their own end product, for example a picture book, a visual novel, or...

A comic book.

It had been Nathaniel’s dream for ages to create a comic book, and he desperately hoped that this would finally become reality.

Marc appeared beside him only a  second after their teacher told them to find a partner, and Nathaniel almost tripped as he was still getting up.

The other boy grabbed his shoulder, and grinned a little sheepishly, a light blush on his cheeks. ‘Do you… erm… want to work together?’

***

That day, when Nathaniel walked towards his apartment, he didn’t notice the dozens of lit up eyes watching him from a distance.

He didn’t see it the next day either.

Or the next.

Or the following.

***

‘Nathaniel…?’ Marc asked a few weeks later. They were in the final stage of the comic book they were working on. It was about a superhero named Ladybug, one that always inspired Nathaniel during his middle and high school years, when he still lived in Paris.

He’d always wanted to create a comic about her, to honour her, and of course, to finally bundle all the story ideas he had about her.

Marc had happily agreed, and ever since, they had worked together perfectly, their skills complementing each other.

‘Yes…?’ he answered, looking up from the sketch of the final few pages he was working on. Marc was currently coloring the pages and filling in the speech bubbles.

‘I’m just wondering, where in town do you live…?’

‘Oh, in the outskirts, near the forest,’ he answered. ‘Why do you ask? Wanna work at my place sometime?’

‘Ah, that, too… i-if you want to, that is!’ Marc’s cheeks reddened a bit and Nathaniel found it cute. ‘But that’s not why I asked… It’s because, well… I just want to tell you… to be careful walking home… and… don’t go too late…’

Nathaniel furrowed his eyebrows. ‘Why’s that?’

Marc averted his gaze, and an uncomfortable sense of foreboding settled itself in Nathaniel’s stomach. The other boy was acting a bit strangely and it didn’t suit him.

‘…strange things have been happening in town, lately… Have always been, actually, but… it’s back, kind of…’

That confused him even more. ‘I can’t follow you…’

Marc looked up, locking their gazes carefully. Nathaniel hold his breath, because Marc’s eyes were mesmerizing… so deep… so…

‘J-just, be careful, okay?’

Nathaniel nodded, but he still didn’t understand what the writer boy was talking about.

***

Two weeks later, he found out what Marc meant.

He was on his way home from a late lecture, walking through the quiet part of town, almost reaching his apartment, when a hooded figure jumped in front of him, his face hidden.

Nathaniel’s heart stopped for a moment, and he took a step back, uneasiness tingling through his limbs.

The figure walked closer, slowly, and alarmed, he turned around, only to find an identical person on the other side, closing him in.

Another appeared.

And another.

And Nathaniel dropped his bag, his hands shaking.

What… what was happening…?

What were they doing…?

He had no money, no belongings, nothing!

What was it they wanted…?

Absently, he thought of Marc’s words a few weeks ago, and wondered if this is what his writer friend had been warning him for.

Chewing on his lip, he let his eyes flash from the one person to the other, searching for a way to get out, but there was none.

He was a goner.

Done for.

He didn’t know what was happening but-

He was trapped-

His heart was pounding painfully loud against his chest, and he thought for a moment that maybe, he’d die of that first before these strange hooded people could get to him.

Maybe that would be better.

Then, as one of them took another step closer, only a few feet away from him, he noticed their unnatural glowing purple eyes, and they made him think of Marc’s-

Before he could think anything more of it, the person moved too fast for Nathaniel’s eyes to follow, and he breathed-

He was dead-

No doubt-

He was gonna-

Gonna die-

Lost and forgotten-

Forever-

But then, as he opened the eyes he didn’t even remember closing, there was another figure in front of him suddenly, hissing at the other guys.

‘Get away, this one’s mine.’

Nathaniel blinked.

That voice-

‘Oh yeah? Do you have proof?’ the purple-eyed one called. It was a male voice, and the owner of it had stepped away a bit.

‘We’re four against one, kid,’ one of the others said.

Nathaniel moved a little closer to the figure that was apparently, for God knows whatever reason, protecting him.

Maybe it was a bad idea-

Maybe he’d be slaughtered by this one soon instead-

But-

There was no other option-

‘One, yes, one you cannot beat, you lowlifers. Do you have any idea what family I’m from?’

‘Rhy, that one’s from the Anciel family, we gotta be careful!’

Nathaniel furrowed his eyebrows, he had no idea what it meant, but the purple-eyed guy, who seemed to be the leader, took another step back and cursed under his breath.

‘Well, you’re lucky today, asshole,’ he growled. ‘But don’t think you can fool me. That one is not marked. So if you want to keep him, you better do that.’

The figure in front of Nathaniel didn’t seem impressed. ‘Get away. Before you start to regret it.’

And they went.

Nathaniel breathed, falling to the ground, only now realizing how stressed he had been from the whole situation. Grabbing his bag, he just inhaled and exhaled, gathering his thoughts.

What-

What on earth-

‘Are you… alright… Did they hurt you…?’ the voice belonging to the figure in front of them spoke. It was too familiar, too…

He turned around, and Nathaniel’s eyes widened.

‘Marc…’

The boy’s eyes seemed to sadden for a moment as he took off the hoodie of his shirt, revealing his face. He reached out his hand and Nathaniel took it, without hesitating, getting up.

His hand was warm and his touch gentle yet firm, and somehow, Nathaniel wanted to cry a little bit, because he felt like he was safe.

Marc however, still looked saddened, and he didn’t understand why.

‘Y-you saved me, thanks…’

Marc shrugged. ‘A little, but…’

‘But?’

His eyes flashed from left to right, and then he looked back at Nathaniel. ‘…I’ll walk you home, okay? I-if you want to, I… can come in and… explain…’

Nathaniel nodded, and they walked to his home in silence. He stayed close by Marc’s side, their shoulders almost touching.

***

Not much later, they were in his apartment, the both of them a warm cup of coffee in their hands. Nathaniel had finally been able to relax, but his mind was spinning with questions.

‘So… what did you want to explain to me…?’ he asked.

Marc took a sip of coffee, and then looked at him, his eyes very sad once again. Nathaniel preferred them happy, and shining with excitement.

‘Those figures that cornered you… they were… vampires…’

Nathaniel frowned. ‘They what?’

Marc looked him in the eye, dead-serious.

‘Vampires.’

He moved back a bit, because, really…?

Was he really joking in a moment like this?

When he had been so afraid, so scared?

He was just… mocking him?

‘…if this is your idea of a joke, I seriously misjudged you. It’s not funny.’

Marc’s eyes widened. ‘I’m n-not joking. I just… This is why I didn’t tell you everything when I warned you… You wouldn’t believe me..’

For a moment, Nathaniel thought to himself. If, but only if vampires really existed, then the whole situation suddenly wouldn’t be so strange anymore, right?

Because no money… no wealth… no things…

There was literally no reason for the four figures to have attacked him.

Unless… they had wanted his blood.

Literally.

But yeah, vampires didn’t exist so it was all total bullshit.

‘That one’s from the Anciel family, we gotta be careful!’

The sentence one of the figures had said about Marc suddenly flashed through his mind, and he looked at Marc carefully, squinting his eyes.

‘If that’s true… does that… mean… you’re a vampire as well…?’

Marc averted his eyes. And then slowly, very slowly, he nodded.

Nathaniel furrowed his eyebrows at first because-

It couldn’t be true-

It was ridiculous.

Totally ridiculous.

But then he looked back at Marc, carefully, observing his expression.

It didn’t change. He was trembling slightly, and his eyebrows were cast downwards, in a sad frown. He didn’t meet his gaze.

No freaking way-

Nathaniel chewed on his lip.

‘You… You are… serious.’ It sounded half like a question, half like an observation.

And Nathaniel stood up, taking a step back.

Because he had never seen Marc eating-

Or drinking-

Except his coffee just now-

And his skin was so pale.

His eyes so ridiculously bright.

Could it seriously be…

He took another step back.

And Marc finally looked at him, standing up.

‘I’m not lying. I swear…’

Nathaniel stared.

His head spinning.

‘Show me.’

‘W-what?’

‘Y-your fangs.’

Nathaniel felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly averted his eyes, but then decided it was best to keep looking at him.

Marc was blinking.

For a while, he was silent, then he walked up to him.

Nathaniel wanted to get away, but at the same time, his mind was convincing him that Marc was probably joking because vampires were all one big legend, but he was also a little scared, but also he trusted Marc and-

He was a mess.

Marc, in turn, stopped walking when they were only inches away from each other, and he opened his mouth, a little awkwardly.

And Nathaniel saw.

He wasn’t kidding.

‘T-then… I never saw you eating because…’

Marc closed his mouth. ‘Because I don’t need it. I don’t need drinks as well.’

He nodded at the empty cup of coffee. ‘I can drink, or eat, but, I just don’t taste anything. And it’s not… really enjoyable, but, well, I can…’

‘S-so… those… other…’ Nathaniel frowned. ‘…other… vampires… they got away, because…?’

Marc sighed. ‘Because I belong to a pretty powerful family… I’m a bit of an outsider there, but, well, I still carry their name, and they turned me, so… I can use it in situations like this.’

He scratched his head.

‘The problem is that it won’t help forever… In your case…’

‘Why is that…?’ Nathaniel sat back down on his couch, and Marc carefully followed his example, and Nathaniel noticed he put a considerable amount of distance between them.

Was he… uncomfortable…?

Nathaniel found that he himself, wasn’t… so much. Because if all this was true, Marc was still Marc, and he was still his partner, still a great writer, and well… He saved his life… Especially if those other… people were vampires.

‘Because they probably noticed I was lying.’

‘About… saying… I w-was… yours…?’ Nathaniel felt a little hot suddenly, and he started fumbling with his hair to focus on something else.

‘Y-yeah…’ Marc said, his cheeks pink as well.

Maybe his room was just pretty warm, yeah, that was probably it.

‘Vampires… they can… well… kind of… Mark their… partners… As in… they can pretty much claim a human… or other vampires… as their own… It’s a special process. When you undergo it, other vampires can’t touch that particular person anymore. The only person who can drink that person’s blood is the vampire who marked them. I kind of… implied you were like that to me, but vampires can usually tell whether a person is marked or not. And you’re not, so… they’ll come back for you at some point.’

‘Why me?’

Marc looked at him, fumbling with his gloves a bit. ‘…your blood smells… special…’

Nathaniel breathed.

‘To you, as well?’

‘Y-yeah. But don’t worry, I’m completely under control. I don’t drink much blood. Only blood we have stored at home.’

But you still think my blood smells special…

‘I’m not scared,’ Nathaniel said. ‘You’re Marc. No matter if you’re vampire or human.’

His eyes lighted up for a bit, and a small smile played around his lips. ‘T-thank you… That… means a lot…’

Nathaniel smiled.

Marc then got up. ‘I’ll get going… Just… I’ll walk you home from now on, okay…? I… It’s not that I think you’re weak or something, just…’

‘No, it’s okay. Thank you. I understand. That’s… kind of you. I’d appreciate that.’

Nathaniel couldn’t imagine walking that dark road alone anymore, not when thirsty vampires could appear from every corner. Now that he knew… He shivered.

***

Starting the next day, Marc walked him home every day. Usually, he’d stay for a while, drinking a cup of coffee, because according to him, it was the one thing that could actually close to make him taste something.

Weeks passed, and Nathaniel started feeling guilty to make the other boy walk him home all the time, and something was gnawing his mind… stealing his thoughts.

One day, he finally found the courage to ask.

‘Marc…?’

‘Hm?’ The other boy looked up from his notebook, he had been working on an assignment for class.

‘I uh… you… erm… You are walking me home every day now, and… I appreciate it a whole lot, and I like your company, but… isn’t it… a lot more convenient…’ he paused, taking a deep breath, and then shot out all the remaining words at once. ‘…ifyoujustmarkme.’

Marc dropped his pen. ‘W-what?’

Nathaniel breathed, his head was burning, and he wondered vaguely if it was now as red as his hair. He looked at Marc carefully, but his eyes were so widened, so shocked, and his cheeks so red that Nathaniel felt even more embarrassed and he averted his gaze, chewing on his lip.

‘Well… If you… mark… me… like you t-told me… then… you d-don’t need to worry so much anymore… right?’

Marc inhaled deeply. ‘Do you have any idea what you’re asking?’

‘Yes? I mean? I guess? Probably?’ Nathaniel blinked.

Marc picked up his pen again.

‘Nathaniel… If I… give you my mark, then… it won’t just mean you can’t be preyed upon by other vampires anymore… It also means that… I will be unable to drink any other blood than yours… Meaning I… have to continue drinking your blood… because it will be the only one that will satisfy me… Until the mark disappears… Meaning… until you die…’

Nathaniel’s head was spinning. ‘O-oh…’

‘See? I can’t do that. I can’t hurt you like that,’ Marc said softly, and he smiled a bit as he continued writing.

Nathaniel didn’t answer, thinking hard.

But he didn’t find an answer that day.

***

A week later, he did.

‘Marc. Drink my blood.’

The poor writer boy choked on his coffee, almost spitting half of it out. Then, he looked at Nathaniel, his eyes big and shocked. ‘W-what?’

Nathaniel didn’t know what words were anymore. He searched hard for them, opening his mouth, closing it again, and Marc waited until finally, he managed to blurt them out.

‘Then I know what it feels like. So I can decide for myself if I’d find it a bother if you… mark… me…’

Marc inhaled.

‘I-I n-never d-drank… s-someone’s… blood… directly…’

‘Well, then it’ll be a first time for you as well…?’ Nathaniel smiled a bit, embarrassed, his cheeks burning.

‘N-no. I can’t. I can’t do it,’ Marc said, getting up, grabbing his notebook and pen, but they fell on the ground as he awkwardly tried to gather them together.

Nathaniel tried reaching for it, to help him, but he clumsily scratched his hand across the table.

Cursing, he grabbed his trembling hand.

It was bleeding.

Carefully, he looked up to Marc.

His eyes were… glowing.

And as soon as their gazes met, he took multiple steps back.

Nathaniel chewed his lip.

Was he…

Was it…

His blood…?

‘…Marc…?’

‘I should leave.’

He was about to walk away, but Nathaniel realized that this would probably be the only time he’d get a chance like this.

Why though…

Why on Earth…

Did he want Marc to…

To…

So desperately…?

He didn’t know.

Or maybe he did.

But he didn’t want to acknowledge it.

It didn’t matter-

He quickly moved towards the writer boy, standing between him and the door, locking their gazes.

‘Nathaniel…’

Marc’s eyes were trembling, and so were his hands.

Nathaniel hold out his hand. It was bleeding, a little bit, but there were still small drops of blood trailing down his arm.

He took a deep breath.

‘J-just try. Alright? I trust you.’

Marc groaned, grabbing his head. ‘Don’t ask this of me… please…!’

‘But you want to, don’t you?’

‘You have no idea-’

‘Yes! Because I don’t know! If you just- Then I’ll know.’

Marc grabbed his hand, and Nathaniel breathed.

Slowly, very slowly, Marc pulled his hand closer, and he didn’t look him in the eye as he licked the trail of blood from his arm.

Nathaniel shivered.

And he saw Marc’s eyes widening.

‘…it’s… good?’ he breathed, barely a whisper.

Marc let go of his arm, and locked their gazes.

‘It… it is… Which is why… I won’t do that again…’

He left. Before Nathaniel had moved from his frozen state, unable to stop him.

***

Some months passed, and they never spoke of the incident again. Until one evening, Marc walked him home like always, and suddenly, the group of four vampires reappeared.

Nathaniel’s heart sank, and he froze in his steps. Vaguely, he registered Marc moving in front of him protectively.

The purple-eyed vampire spoke first.

‘So, what’s the deal, Anciel? This human, he’s not yours, is he?’

‘Then why can’t we have it?’ another of them asked.

‘Yeah, it’s blood smells pretty good, and he lives alone, a perfect victim.’

‘Get away,’ Marc said.

‘Not until you give me a clear answer.’ The purple-eyed vampire took some steps closer to Marc, facing him. He was a little bit taller than him, and Nathaniel’s heart was pounding loudly against his chest.

‘I haven’t marked him yet,’ Marc answered.

A loud chuckle sounded, and unconsciously, Nathaniel moved a little closer to Marc, who in turn moved even more in front of him.

‘If you haven’t marked him yet,’ the purple-eyed vampire said. ‘He is as much yours as he is ours. So you get away. We’re four, you’re one. An Anciel or not, you can’t win.’

‘Get. Away,’ Marc growled. And Nathaniel couldn’t see his face, but the sound in his voice was enough. He waited, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, trying to concentrate on something else instead of the vampires surrounding them.

For a second, the leader of the vampires backed away. Just one step. And then he snorted.

‘Then mark him. Right here.’

‘You know perfectly well that I’m not going to do that in public,’ Marc said. And Nathaniel absently wondered what the hell he meant by that. Was it that intimate…? His heart started to pound a little faster, and he wasn’t so sure anymore what exactly the cause of it was.

Marc took one step forward, in the direction of the purple-eyed vampire. Who took one back.

‘If you want to fight me, be my guest. But you know about the Anciel’s fighting techniques, do you not?’

Silence.

‘Then you know you don’t stand a chance. And you know four against one is not something you can be proud of.’

The purple-eyed vampire made a tch-sound, and then turned around.

‘You better make truth of your words, Anciel. You can’t simply claim a human smelling that good without marking him. I’ll hunt him down and find him when you’re not around.’

They walked away.

And Nathaniel breathed.

***

When they arrived at home, Marc turned around, and looked him in the eye, shy at first, but then serious. And he took a step closer.

Nathaniel held his breath.

‘Nathaniel… I… I want t-to… make you… mine…’

He released his breath. And his face was on fire.

‘Wow, that sounded…’

‘You c-can take it in two different ways. I mean it in both,’ Marc said, he was blushing.

‘W-what…?’

‘I’m… I… want to protect you… And… I promise to never hurt you… I’ll only drink your blood… when it’s absolutely necessary… In that way. But… this is also a confession…’

‘C-confession…?’

‘I’m in love with you,’ Marc blurted out, and Nathaniel’s heart soared.

His mind was spinning with what?! and but- and how- and since when- and that can’t be true- and a whole lot more that he couldn’t identify at all but-

Something within his chest felt like a fluttering ball of fluff, and it was soft and warm, and Nathaniel didn’t dislike it.

Only his cheeks were uncomfortably warm and he probably looked like a freaking tomato-

How did talking work again?

‘Nathaniel…?’

Marc looked worried, and small, and his posture was insecure and his hands were trembling.

He was nervous-

He should give him an answer-

But how did he feel?

Nathaniel only knew that his heart felt a little lighter whenever Marc was around. That he was kind and talented, and a little shy, but that was more cute than annoying. That his eyes were mesmerizing and his hands were soft. That he didn’t remember anymore what it felt like to be without him. That they were the perfect team they had ever dreamed of. And that he wouldn’t mind Marc drinking his blood… at all. He didn’t mind him being a vampire. Because he was Marc. And Marc was the only thing he needed.

‘I-I…’

‘You don’t need to answer me immediately,’ Marc said quickly. ‘I can still protect you the way I’m doing it right now. I’ll fight when it’s necessary. I’ll win.’

‘N-no it’s… I’m feeling a bit… overwhelmed… But not in a bad way…’ he carefully looked at him, and smiled. ‘I… I need some time to sort out my feelings, but… I like you a lot, Marc… I… think I might be in love with you… as well…’

Marc smiled, and his eyes softened. Better.

‘Once you have an answer… please tell me…’

***

About two weeks later, Nathaniel told him he loved him.

He had never seen Marc’s face so red before. It was cute.

They were silent for a while, just sitting together, as Marc squeezed his hand. Eventually, Nathaniel had to be the one to point it out.

‘You should mark me, then.’

He felt Marc jump slightly next to him, and the writer boy turned to look at him.

‘I guess I said that, huh…’ he scratched his head, smiling awkwardly.

‘How does it work…?’

Suddenly, Marc’s hand was moving over his neck, his fingers soft and gentle.

Nathaniel found it hard to remember how to breathe.

‘Apparently…’ Marc said, his voice low. ‘I should bite you… right here… Suck your blood and… there should be some kind of bond between us… If there is… it should happen automatically… You probably won’t be able to tell, but I will…’

Nathaniel nodded, breathing slowly.

‘B-but first…’ Marc said, he was avoiding his gaze, flashing his eyes from left to right nervously. ‘Erm… c-can I… k-kiss you…?’

‘Yes,’ the small word was gone before Nathaniel realized, and Marc leaned in, slowly. He closed his eyes, and their lips touched. A little awkwardly, then again, gentle, soft, Nathaniel’s head was spinning-

It was then that he knew he wanted to be with Marc forever. Everything fell into place.

And from that moment, their eternity started.

[royallyanxious]

Sketches from the Past (Apathy 4/6)

Part 1 (Wrecked Coronation)

Part 1.5 written by my amazing beta @quietlypondering

Part 2 (Twirling Spirits)

Part 3 (Poisoned)

word count: 2.8k

TW: Deceit

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Apathy snorted upon seeing Virgil standing in front of his door. How anxious and small did he look, Roman almost felt sorry for him. Almost. It was better, however, to see Virgil than that lying yellow snake. Deceit just didn’t fit into Apathy’s red aesthetic. No deep emotions.

“May I help you?” Roman asked, his voice bored and smooth. Apathy loved his voice, it like a tool that never failed him and that was always ready and willing to be used. He was well-aware that he was intimidating, in fact, he wanted to be intimidating and his voice rich and velvety was an exquisite way to improve the effect.

“May I come in?” squeaked Virgil, looking at the room behind Roman’s back. Apathy leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms on the chest. He slowly rolled his head from one shoulder on another. He could keep up on this act as long as he wanted. It was quite entertaining.

“And why should I let you in?” he raised up his chin, looking at Virgil behind half-closed eyelids.

“I hoped I could interest you in something.” said Virgil and pointed at the folder in his hand.

“You interest me in something?” echoed Roman and laughed sincerely. “Honey, have you forgot my name?”

Virgil shook his head, slowly losing ground under his feet. “You’re Apathy. Roman Apathy Sanders.”

“Precisely.” nodded Roman, leaning forward. The smile disappeared from his face, though mischievous sparks were still brightening up his glowing, red eyes. “You know who I am and yet you dare to suggest that you can my pique interest? The interest of Apathy?”

“Yes.” said Virgil, staring right into Apathy’s eyes.

Roman let that answer sink into his mind. He looked at Virgil, whose back suddenly straightened up, whose hands were gripping the white folder tightly. He noticed that the folder has little red mark in the corner. It looked like a tiny, fresh drop of blood, beautifully matching the white colour. Putting the purity of the object in shame. Apathy shook his head. He shouldn’t reveal too much of his emotions. Especially interest. Especially with Virgil. It was as though he tried to purposely provoke Apathy and that was not appreciated.

“You’ve intrigued me.” said Roman, surprising even himself. “You may come in.” he added, disappearing in the room.

Hesitantly, Virgil walked into the room. His nostrils filled with the smell of roses. The room was spacious and didn’t remind Creativity-Roman’s room even in the slightest. Maybe except of the luxurious accents. But where Creativity used to have bright cream colours with a splash of fresh red, Apathy had crimson red with splashes of black. It was burning Virgil’s eyes in more ways than just one. But he was determined to try his theory out.

Apathy was waiting for him sitting in the big armchair, his face serious and emotionless. It really felt as though he was a king of this place. Virgil stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling like a deer in the spotlight or a criminal waiting for a trail. Apathy rested his chin on the hand, eyes barely looking at Virgil.

“Oh, right!” clapped Roman, though his voice was flat. He waved the other hand elegantly. Next to him appeared another armchair and a small table. Virgil’s eyes widened. It was another thing Apathy seemed to have in common with Creativity. He was able to conjure things. Definitely something Virgil could work with. “Stop staring at me and sit down.” Apathy clicked his tongue and looked away. His proud profile glowing in the red light.

“Yes, thank you.” nodded Virgil. He assumed that it was better not to make Roman angry. He had always been a passionate one. Both as Creativity and Apathy. Virgil sat on the chair, placing the folder on his legs. He wasn’t sure if he should try a small talk or proceed with the plan immediately.

“So…?” Roman’s silky voice embraced the silence. “You said there was something that may entertain me?” He continued, tilting his head to the left.

“Right.” agreed Virgil and put the folder on the table. “Here it is.” It was the only warning he gave to Apathy before opening the case.

Apathy leaned over the table, seemingly unaware of Virgil’s attention. Carefully, he took the first sketch into his hand.

“A drawing.” Roman stated calmly.

Virgil gulped, choosing to stay quiet for now. Every word that came from Roman was like a gem for him. Like a raw, bloody diamond.

“Pretty good sketch if I’m not mistaken.” said Roman, holding up another sketch. “The lines are smooth and well-defined. It’s clear that the artist wanted to say something through his art... This one, for example, wasn’t drawn for attention. It was to express something inside… Some emotion, dark emotion, I suppose. If I was…” he stopped all of sudden and shook his head, eyes blinking.

“If you were?” encouraged Virgil, unable to stop the smile from appearing in the corners of his mouth.

Roman glanced at Virgil behind the sketches. His eyes reminded of delicate poppy petals. For a moment they appeared almost warm.

“If I was an artist myself, I could appreciate them better.” Apathy finished and put the drawnings back at the table. “You should take them to Logan, he knows what to do with them. Isn’t he the creative one after all?” he said matter-of-factly. Back of his head rested against the armchair.

Virgil understood that Roman wasn’t planning on looking at other sketches and his heart sank a little bit. He hid one or two really meaningful drawings between the others in order to surprise Roman. He could see in Apathy’s eyes that he was waiting for Virgil to take the folder away. Instead, Anxiety decided to fiddle with the corner of one of the papers, trying to buy himself some time.

“Aren’t you an artist yourself, Roman?’ he asked quietly.

Apathy blinked slowly before bursting into loud, uncontrolled laughter. It was the most natural laughter Virgil had ever heard coming from Apathy. It wasn’t mocking nor prideful. It was loud, undefined, free. Sounded a little bit as though someone was trying to crush a stone, and a little bit like morning birds singing outside the window. Nothing like old Roman’s laugh and yet painfully similar.

Tears gathered in the corners of Apathy’s eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He looked much more honest, much purer than usually and Virgil’s realized that his own eyes were getting watery too. He quickly wipe them with the sleeve of his hoodie. How he missed hanging out with Roman. Walking through life, hearing his loud, bright laugh and living fanciful dreams. But what hurt him the most was that he, Virgil, was alone with that memory.

He looked at Apathy and his poor attempts of hiding a smile and it made Virgil smile too. Maybe it wasn’t exactly how it used to be, but it was still something. Still worth fighting for.

“Ah, Virgil, I’ve never thought of you to be the joking type! I was sure it was Patton’s domain. You have surprised me.” Roman smiled but this smile wasn’t as real and honest as the previous one. The moment was over and Apathy was back with his royal facade. “I do not regret inviting you here today.” he nodded slightly and Virgil understood that it was a sign for him to leave. He wanted to stay longer but that would probably be too much for one day. He got up taking the folder from the table which quickly faded in the dark mist.

Slowly, Virgil backed out. He felt Roman’s eyes fixed at the back of his head. Virgil was so preoccupied with analyzing the whole visit that he didn’t even noticed when one of the sketches slipped out of the folder and fell on the ground. The doors closed behind him before he even managed to bid a goodbye.

Apathy sighed. The white sheet of paper was a stain on his room. Just like the red smudge was decorating the folder, the white sheet was destroying the crimson balance in the room. Roman got up and carefully picked up the sketch. He allowed himself to admire the soft brushes of the pencil and well-defined features of the character on the drawing. He didn’t recognize this man, but he felt his pain. The pain of the man on the sketch and the artist were the same.

The drawing fell back on the floor and Apathy sat on his chair, folding his fingers on the level of his chest. He knew that he let his regal facade crack and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. Maybe after all, the anxious one, was much more dangerous than Deceit.

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Warm shades of summer sunset were coloring the floor with the long lines of gold and orange. The common room fell silent when Virgil finished his story. Story he couldn’t hold back anymore. Patton and Logan deserved the truth as much as he did. He decided to keep that away from Thomas for now though. Poor man would probably feel guilty of the situation.

“Let me sum everything up, Virgil, because I am quite confused.” said Logan, rubbing his temple. He sighed and slowly sat down on the couch nearby. “So what you’re saying is that before Apathy Roman, there was another Roman who used to be our friend.”

Virgil nodded, waiting for Logan to say more.

“That old Roman…” Logan continued. “Used to be Creativity which, back then, was a separate department of Thomas’ personality. At some point, we don’t know when, Creativite traits started mixing with Logic and I kind of inherited Creativity from Roman who disappeared. But neither Patton nor I had noticed that.”

“Exactly.”

“And we don’t have any memories of past Roman?” asked Logan, his eyes closed.

“It seems so.”

“And no matter how many times you show us video with past Roman, after turning it down, we still don’t remember him. Is that correct?”

“Yep.”

“Yet you do remember him.” stated Logan calmly.

“Perhaps because I caught him red-handed as he was curling up in the corner of his room.” explained Virgil, trying hard to swallow the emotions that gathered in his voice. It’s been months and yet he could still vividly remember Roman begging him not to tell the others. He still regretted listening to that princely fool.

“Allow me to point that it occurs to be a little bit ridiculous to me.” said Logan and opened his eyes. Virgil flushed with frustration and anger.

“Well, yes but that’s the truth!”

“We’re not saying that it’s not true, kiddo!” said Patton who was quiet until then.

“Yes, just because it seems… odd, doesn’t mean that we don’t believe you.” nodded Logan glancing at Patton. Virgil gulped. “However the behaviour you’re talking about is very disturbing. Hiding the truth behind us? If someone knows something about this, it is Deceit. I suggest we visit him immediately.” declared Logan, standing up. Patton instantly followed his example.

Biting his lips, Virgil looked between Logan and Patton. He still wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tell them about Roman in the first place. It seemed so easy in his head. He dreamt that if he explained the situation, their memories would magically come back. Oh, how naive was he. He only caused more drama. What if it would annoy Roman? If he would see that as a betrayal? If it killed the last chance to get Roman back, Virgil would hate himself till the end of his life.

“What makes me confused is that, aside of side fading away without us noticing that,  I don’t have any memories of Roman at all!” hummed Patton suddenly. “Not even one. As if someone has taken they away from me!” his breath hitched. “This is not normal.”

“Sit and calm down, Patton.” advised Logan.

“I can’t calm down when I completely forgot about one of my friends! I’m the heart, it’s my responsibility to remember everyone.” cried Patton angrily. “Now that Virgil told us the story, something in my heart tells me that indeed there was something like seperate Creativity but I still don’t remember Roman as a person! This is exactly the situation in which staying calm is not a proper reaction! Now, are you going to Deceit with me or should I do it alone?” he asked glaring at Logan. Virgil quietly moved closer to Patton.

Logan sighed. “I will go with you. This situation calls for an intervention.”

“Good.” said Pattonwith relief.

Deceit’s room was situated at the end of the hall, meaning that they had to pass by Apathy’s door. As always they were clearly closed. No one could come inside if he wasn’t invited. In that aspect, Apathy’s room reminded more of a fortress, than a royal palace. Virgil shivered and fixed his eyes on the floor. He shouldn’t be thinking about this right now.

“So who’s gonna knock?” asked Logan quietly as they stood in front of Deceit’s room. Yellow door, seemed to be covered with scales. And maybe they were, or maybe it was the fault of dimmed light, coming from the lamp above them.

In a haze of a moment, Virgil raised his hand and quietly knocked the door. The wood felt strange under his skin.

They didn’t have to wait for long because, few seconds later, the door opened showing Deceit himself. For a second, surprise was mirroring in his eyes before it was quickly covered with mocking smile and cocky face expression.

“Oh.” he said. “Hello, I did expect you.”

“Cut the crap, you had no idea we would come.” said Virgil, pushing Deceit away and stepping into the room. Logan and Patton sneaked behind him.

“Maybe I did not expect you to come precisely right now but surely I was expecting you to come.” hummed Deceit closing the door. His voice was rustling in their ears. Lies always sound sugary sweet, after all. “So what brought you here?” he asked, turning around to face them.

“Roman.” Logan’s voice was cold like a steel, sharp like a knife.

“Apathy?” asked Deceit innocently.

“But why, is it any other Roman you would like to tell us about?” Patton crossed arms on his chest and Deceit cursed, realizing that he got caught up in his own lie.

The corner of Logan’s lips twitched. He sat down on a chair. Deceit took a seat on the opposite side of the table, while Patton and Virgil stood behind Logan’s back.

“So tell us more, about this other Roman that you so carelessly implied.” encouraged Logan, leaning over the surface of the table.

Deceit hissed in response.

“We don’t have time for your games, Deceit.” Logan said coldly.

The dark side looked between Logan and Virgil and rested his back on the chair. He appeared much more relaxed than few seconds later.

“Why won’t you ask Virgil over here? I’m sure he remembers Roman as well as I do. Or even better.” shrugged Deceit, eyeing Virgil, who shivered under the pressure of the snake-like eye. Patton gently squeezed his hand.

“Virgil told us everything he knew!” clarified Patton. “What bugs me is that something wiped off the memories of old Roman that I used to have.”

“Not even one pun about bugs, Patton? I am truly disappointed…” Deceit shook his head, smiling lightly.

“Stick to the subject.” reminded Virgil.

“Oh, look at you Virge. Suddenly taking over the role of the prince in shining armour? How noble of you.” Deceit looked at his fingers. “Maybe that’s why Roman faded, huh? Maybe it was your fault from the beginning…” he suggested smugly.

“I won’t fall into your trap.” Virgil cut shortly. “I’m too familiar with your lies.”

“Oh, yes. Right. How could I forgot?” Deceit raised his eyes and for a moment all that could be seen were his eyes’ whites. “And why are you familiar with them?”

“I used to be a dark side.” admitted Virgil. It wasn’t something he was proud of but he had already told the other sides about that, so there was no point in hiding this. He might as well give Deceit what he wanted.

Deceit snapped his fingers and pointed at Virgil. “Exactly. That’s what we have in common. Originally we are the dark sides. Living in the shadows. Sneaking out when no one can see us. Doing all the ‘bad’ stuff.”

“Let’s go,” said Logan suddenly, getting up from the chair. “He clearly isn’t interested in telling us more.” He quickly turned around so that Deceit was facing his back.

“Wait!” Deceit stopped them. He couldn’t see the smile that for a short moment appeared on Logan’s face.

“Oh? So you do know something?” asked Logan, seemingly surprised. He rested his hand on the back of the chair.

“I know why you two don’t remember him.” Deceit looked at the wall. “I couldn’t do anything about Virgil’s memory since he has already been immune to my influence…” Virgil smirked slightly and Deceit took a short break to take a deep breath. “But when it comes to the two of you… Roman didn’t want you to remember him.”

Next part 

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[heryellowcup]

Prompt: i went to a museum to get some inspiration to draw and then i saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe so i drew you and then you saw my picture and i am dying of embarassment AU

being an artist myself, this was so much fun to write. beca mitchell is really effin’ whipped in this one. thanks for the prompt!!

Her friends usually teased her for enjoying this as much as she did, spending her Sundays at the local museum. They teased her for ditching them to go out alone instead, armed with her sketchbook, a simple pencil and searching eyes, looking for whatever was going to inspire her that day.

It was a rather unconventional way to spend the weekend, at least most people would constantly tell her so, but she liked it. She liked looking at paintings and watching people, liked getting some time to herself, to just shut everything else out and breathe.

She started with some landscapes that day, capturing the artist’s vision in her own style, translating it perfectly. She usually started her days like this, slow and getting distracted easily, letting herself. The museum was pretty empty, but she spotted a few families with children that definitely didn’t want to be there, all pouty lips and tugging on their parents’ shirts, asking when they’d leave again and hoping the answer was going to be ‘soon’. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself whenever she watched scenes like this unfold in front of her eyes, finding herself in those children and remembering the days her mom would do the same, take her to museums and music venues and Beca was so incredibly happy that she could enjoy this now, hoped that these children would too, one day.

There were some older people, seemingly enjoying the calm atmosphere just like she was. Some younger ones, too, passing by every now and then. Sometimes they’d walk up to her, ask if they could see what she was working on. She was usually met with admiration and even though she couldn’t handle compliments, could barely go without making conversations incredibly awkward anyways, she appreciated it. As much as she drew and painted for herself and as much as she wanted to keep it all to herself, the positive feedback spurred her on, made her want to work harder.

She had just started working on another landscape when something, or rather someone, managed to pull her out of her own thoughts, managed to make her lose focus, her pencil slipping and creating a squiggly line where a tree should have been.

She was young, Beca noted, perhaps a few years older than herself. And she was smiling, was making Beca’s heart beat faster as she admired the painting in front of her. She was absolutely gorgeous and, just like the paintings themselves, a beautiful contrast to the bland walls. She was a speck of color next to grey and empty spaces, all fiery red hair and wearing a blue, light summer dress that complimented both her eyes and the carefree smile on her lips perfectly.

Inspiration hit her all of the sudden. She didn’t know what it was about the other woman, perhaps it were too many things all at once, too small and too discrete for Beca to describe, but together they painted a beautiful picture. And so she started drawing, couldn’t help herself, couldn’t even wonder whether this was in any way inappropriate.

As soon as she did so, she wished she had more than just her pencil with her. She needed colors, was scared she wouldn’t be able to capture the stranger’s beauty otherwise. She wanted to take a brush and spray the light freckles all over her face, her nose, her eyelids. She wanted to choose the lightest shade of pink and mix the perfect color for her soft lips. She wanted to capture her hair and the flow of her dress, wanted to bring the elegant way she was standing there on her paper.

What was drawing her in the most, perhaps, was the way she was still studying the painting in front of her, thoughtful expression written all over her face, but not quite making room for the soft smile that was still on her lips. She wasn’t just briefly looking at it like all of the other people that had walked by, she was trying to understand it, trying to study every little stroke the artist’s brush had painted. And it was so beautiful, a little piece of art in itself.

And Beca was doing an amazing job of bringing it to her paper, despite the lack of colors. She didn’t focus on many details, instead wanting to get the overall composition right, wanting to capture the important things of the woman that was all dimples and bright, happy eyes.

Beca would do anything to get the feeling across, the way this stranger was making her heart speed up, the way she was making her smile so effortlessly, without even trying. The brunette was almost embarrassed about the effect she had on her, the way she was idealizing her and perhaps, unfortunately, reducing her to a beautiful piece of art instead of getting to know the loving person she probably was.

It was almost ten minutes later that said piece of art sat down next to Beca, gently, almost carefully as if she didn’t want to scare or distract her, obviously having seen that she was quite furiously working on something, her hands practically flying over the paper to add the last finishing touches.

“Did you figure it out yet?” the redhead asked, voice soft and drawing Beca in, comforting her already. Too much, perhaps, because her mind was now as blank as her sketchbook had been an hour before.

“Uhh… w-what?” she asked, her cheeks adapting a rosy shade that she usually liked to add whenever she was drawing a pretty girl, but was now ashamed to find on herself. She wanted to apologize, but decided against it when the other woman smiled at her, all bright and understanding.

“The painting. I’ve been standing here for what feels like an hour and I still haven’t managed to figure it out. It’s beautiful, but…” She came to a halt, perhaps not knowing how she had wanted to finish that sentence, perhaps not finding the right words. And Beca wanted to scoff, scoff because talking to her made her think of so many things she desperately wanted to add to her drawing. Like the way the woman’s nose scrunched up slightly, in the cutest way possible, whenever she smiled. Wanted to scoff because she realized how pathetic she was being, scoff because this stranger obviously thought she had been looking at the painting as well, while in reality Beca had spent dozens of minutes admiring her beauty instead.

“I… I don’t think I can figure it out either…” she finally smiled, then grinned when it made the other woman sigh in relief.

“You look like you know a lot about this stuff,…?” The redhead’s sentence didn’t sound quite finished and it took Beca a while to realize that the woman was essentially asking for her name.

“Beca.”

“Chloe.”

“Well, Chloe,” she was trying the name out, decided it sounded nice coming out of her mouth, decided it fit the personality she had made up while drawing the beautiful woman. “I do know some things, nothing about this particular painting though.”

“Do you come here often?” Chloe laughed as soon as the words had left her own lips, realizing that what had supposed to be a genuine question sounded painfully close to a bad pick up line.

And it made Beca laugh as well, the brunette feeling surprisingly calm around Chloe. She wasn’t suffocating her, let her breathe and answer without having to fear judgement. Her eyes were entirely too kind. “I do. I come here every Sunday.”

“To draw?” Chloe asked, eyes lighting up once again, and Beca only nodded, the redhead’s face preventing her from forming a comprehensible sentence. “Can I see?”

And Beca nodded again, without thinking, sketchbook already in Chloe’s hand when she realized what she had just done. Her rosy cheeks turned a few, too many, shades darker and when Chloe did nothing but stare at the drawing in front of her, unreadable expression on her face, Beca started apologizing profusely.

“God, I’m so sorry! Shit, this is so embarrassing, please- I just-”

A warm hand on her arm stopped her before she could start full on rambling, immediately calming her down though her heart was still threatening to jump out of her chest and into Chloe’s arms. “Don’t- why would you apologize? That’s…wow…”

“This is so embarrassing…” Beca repeated, getting up, ready to escape this humiliating situation. But Chloe was still holding her sketchbook, was still smiling as she kept studying the drawing that caused Beca to feel so nauseous now, like she was going to throw up.

“You already have to leave?” Chloe asked when she finally looked up at her again and it almost made Beca feel better, realizing that the redhead genuinely didn’t see anything wrong about a stranger drawing her in such a way, passion detectable even for someone who hadn’t studied art, who didn’t know anything about it.

When Beca didn’t say anything, mouth opening and closing in a painfully miserable attempt of trying to come up with an excuse, Chloe just kept talking, kept reassuring her with not only her words but also bright blue eyes that were still smiling at her. “Can I keep it?”

“Huh?”

“The drawing. Can I uhh, can I keep it?” Beca wouldn’t have been able to say no if she had wanted to, the redhead corrupting her in the most beautiful way.

And so she nodded, finally able to smile again, curved lips now matching Chloe’s.

“And,” the redhead began, seemingly trying to find the right words as she grinned up at Beca. “Can I have your number too?”

[joonsjeon]

Muse 《Pt. 2》

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook Words: 10k Genre: Fluff, Smut - dom!Jungkook Warnings: trigger warning because of unwanted advances/ sexual innuendo and a lot of smut. Writing this took way longer than expected (sorry) but it also got way longer than expected so…

《Pt. 1》《Pt. 2》

Waiting for the weekend to come was torture. The combination of needing to decide whether to attend that party or not, schoolwork that needed to be done as well as the simple but very significant fact that all of a sudden you got it bad for Jeon Jungkook made those few days feel like a thousand. 

The only nice thing was that right after your little excursion together he had moved seats, now sitting next to you, making that one class more entertaining than it had ever been before. In all honesty, you were surprised to get along with him as well as you did. Jungkook wasn’t merely a part of the popular group, he just so happened to be the most popular guy in school and yet, despite that fact, he did not care about his status at all. Only the jealous glances of other girls brought you right back to reality, pointing out who exactly you got the privilege to hang out with. However, it also made you realize what you had gotten yourself into, not even mentioning the fact that your intoxicated mind could not let go of the thought to be with him as more than just friends… and you didn’t even know him that well. “A little birdy told me you’re coming tomorrow.” A male voice ripped through your ear along with the sound of a tablet being dropped onto the table you were sitting at. When you turned your head to the side your eyes met an all too well-known face with an evenly too well-known smile on his lips. Whether you were lost in thought or fully aware of your reality, there was no difference. All that you had been seeing recently, was him.  

“Oh really, who was that little birdy?” you asked back to avoid the question you didn’t have an answer to. Did you want to go? Yes. Where there any good reasons not to go? None at all. It was the sole presence of a weird feeling in your gut that didn’t quite let you decide on a final yes or no. And the time you had to make that decision was as good as over. “Doesn’t matter, I just need you to come.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore (luckily) and instead picked up his chopsticks while he started to eat the food on his plate. You could sense his confidence as it was radiating from him like the sunlight from the sun and you did not have a single clue where he was even taking it from. Unless he was more aware of your weakness for him than you thought he was. And while you could not quite withhold your excitement about a party with him, the old you was still too present and too aware just how much of a bad idea it really was. “Jungkook, I really don’t want to go. A party isn’t the place where people like me should be.” You pleaded, hoping that you could talk some sense into him. He wasn’t dumb after all, he should understand your point.

“People like you?” he questioned, wrinkles showing up on his forehead as his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean by that?” Or he didn’t. Maybe he wasn’t as smart as you thought. Or he just wanted to hear what you were thinking about yourself, which was nothing, quite literally. “A nobody.” you started “Besides you, no one at this party would even notice if I’m missing or not. I don’t belong there.”

The frown on his face didn’t soften at your answer if anything it had gotten more present because now even tiny wrinkles right next to his eye appeared. Very fine lines you knew would appear while laughing as well, which would have been a much more pleasant sight than this one. But even now, looking at him with his perked lips and dark brown orbs staring you down, you felt something weird inside you. Like a tingling sensation right underneath your skin, burning at the repeating image of the touch of his hand softly stroking along your arms. “I already told you that I don’t believe you’re nobody.” he muttered, almost sounding offended by the fact that you had such low opinions about yourself. He picked up his chopsticks again but instead of eating the food on his plate, which he had loaded up so much that you wondered how he would manage to eat all of it on his own, he just poked around while nibbling on his bottom lip, clearly lost in thought. He didn’t even notice that you were continuously gaping at his handsomeness, probably being painfully obvious to everybody else around, yet you couldn’t care less. You yourself weren’t even fully aware of your surroundings because he had you in such a trance. “What would it take for you to come then?” he suddenly asked, darting his head into your direction again. “Would letting you draw me make you attend?” “I didn’t exactly have your permission before, did I?  Why start getting it now.” you joked not realizing that he himself wasn’t joking around at all. He moved closer to you, breath hitching in your throat as you came to understand just how little space there was left until the tip of your nose would brush against his. What was happening to you? What was that burning feeling in your stomach that wouldn’t die down no matter how hard you tried? “But with my permission, the details of your work could be so much better, (Y/N).” he whispered. “Also, I want to keep one of your drawings for myself.” “You want me to draw something for you and then attend the party as well? That doesn’t sound like I’m getting much out of it.” Even when he had turned away again, sarcasm was the only thing that kept you somewhat sane at this point. You didn’t want to act like a freak around him and it took every ounce of willpower inside you to fight the impulsive decision that your hormones suggested. You noticed how he was staring down at his plate like he did before, but this time a low chuckle escaped him followed by a suggestive smirk that you could only catch a glimpse of from the side. “Trust me, you will.”

Of course, you did not reject the offer to draw him another time although there was no longer a need for him to stick around while doing so. At this point, you were perfectly capable of recreating his beautiful face with the help of only your memory and previous drawings, but since it would mean that you could spend some time alone with him again the answer “No” was never an option. So, after school when you had finished your last class and he had successfully skipped his one yet again, you met up outside the entrance and walked back into the woods right where you had been last time. “What kind of drawing do you want?” you asked, this one would be for him after all. But all he did was shrug his shoulders, not sitting down on the bench but on the ground in front of it, leaning against the bottom part with his back. “You are the artist, you decide.” He answered with a sheepish grin. You took a few seconds to examine the well-known model and decided on the angle you wanted, choosing to take in a little more of his profile this time rather than a full-frontal drawing. There was something about his round, button nose that captivated your eyes, probably the cuteness of it. It didn’t quite suit his otherwise cool, sometimes even harsh features, but on the other side, it was what made him look so charming. For a while, you spent the time without talking too much. You were fully focused on perfecting every single one of your pencil strokes and Jungkook’s gaze fixated on the pond right in front of him, lost in thought. This place was quieter than usual or well… quieter than the one time you had come here before. The urge of getting to know him further was still there but it was buried underneath your hardworking attitude and that even caused you not to notice at all how Jungkook had slowly turned around to face you. He must have been watching you for quite a while when you had finally looked up again, more so with the intention of taking an undisturbed glance. Meeting his eyes took you by surprise, so much that you gasped as he simply smiled, showing his bunny teeth in all its glory… another adorable detail that you didn’t expect him to have at all. “How come you are not even looking at me?” As if the direct eye contact with him wasn’t enough to bring a crimson red color to your cheeks in nothing but a matter of seconds, he, of course, had to bring up the one topic you had hoped you could avoid for as long as possible. Because you feared that knowing his features by heart would easily cross the thin line between admiration and creepiness. “I am looking at you from time to time…” He must have had the plan of turning you into a flaming red tomato when all that escaped him now was a chuckle, the one sound that quite literally made your heart melt. He pushed himself up, sitting across from you on the bench now to get a first glimpse at what you had gotten done so far. “You are so incredibly talented, (Y/N).” he marveled, sounding absentminded with his eyes still locked on the piece of paper in front of him. You had taken pride in your talent before, you knew you were good… and still hearing him say that was everything you wanted at that very moment. “Thank you.” You replied, clutching around the thin pencil between your fingers out of nervousness. “However, your memory seems to work just fine. You don’t need me here, do you?” he grinned, well aware that you hated talking about any of this. “That really isn’t true. How am I supposed to draw you when you aren’t here?” you said a little frustrated, trying to give him your best confused face that probably could not have looked, faker than it did. There wasn’t even a point in trying to play it off anymore, yet it was all your body told you to do as if it could save you from being any more embarrassed.

“You didn’t forget that I can tell when you’re lying, did you?” he playfully asked, reaching out to grab your hand like he had done last time on this bench when you unsuccessfully tried to make him believe you had any kind of skill with the guitar. “You lean your head to the side when you do.”

“No I don’t.” you tried defending yourself, leaning your head to the side just like he said you did.

Damnit.

Of course, there was a smug grin planted on his face right after you had so perfectly proved him right.

“Nice try.” He laughed, your hand still placed on top of his and you wondered if he could sense your nervousness just as easily as he had detected that you were lying. But there was no doubt he could because your hand felt damp like a sponge against his own cold and calm one. Speaking of cool, when did this guy ever lose his… “Bring the drawing with you tonight, would you?”

“Okay, I will.”

You sat there a little while longer, losing track of time as you got lost in your conversation and if it were you making the decisions you would have sat here for the rest of the day enjoying his company, but of course, he had not forgotten about the party. So, at some point he made you leave to get ready as he himself also wanted to throw on different clothes before you would meet again a couple of hours later.

The heavy bass from the music was already audible in front of the entrance. You had stepped over an empty bottle of some kind of strong alcohol lying in the pathway to the front door and even in the small front yard were enough emptied cups for you to imagine just how wasted the people inside had to be at this point. Maybe you were a little late, but you were proud of yourself for coming to this party at all. With a heavy sigh, you stepped through the unlocked door, the music booming in your ears even more than it had done before somehow making you fear that you would be deaf by the end of the night. Not only your ears would take some serious damage, you could have sworn that something inside you had died as the smell inside this place hit your nostrils. It was an awful mixture of sweat, alcoholic beverages along with the smell of what you could only assume to be some kind of drug. To survive any of this you needed to get your own state of soberness to fade. Pressing through the crowded hallway, touching more body parts of strangers than you had ever wanted yourself to touch, you fought your way into the kitchen. In here the number of people, as well as the reeking smell, was a tiny bit better and gave you a second to check your surroundings. You didn’t recognize a single face which really wasn’t surprising at all. People stumbled to one of the cupboards in the kitchen to grab a clean cup, so you followed their moves and quickly snatched one for yourself before walking back to the other end of the room where you got to choose from a variety of drinks, most of which you had never even heard of. Mindlessly you picked a bottle, poured some into your cup and to your surprise it tasted surprisingly good after the first stinging pain had vanished. Your throat did feel a little sore, but with every sip you took the feeling got better. And with every sip you took, you could clearly feel your awareness sinking to a minimum. An obvious downside of not drinking alcohol… ever. “Look who we’ve got here.” You heard someone nuzzle into your ear. Not the voice you wished to hear, it was quite the opposite. You groaned, pushing Taehyung off you as the clearly boozed up guy was leaning against you like it was a normal thing to do.  Even though you wished he was gone, you also figured that Taehyung could probably help you find the guy who had gotten you into this mess in the first place. But first, you had to endure his new clingy behavior. “I didn’t take you as a party-goer.” “Because I am not.” You replied, automatically crunching your nose in disgust as you felt the warmth of his hand on your waist. His eyes were locked on yours, his dilated pupils indicating that he had had probably more than just alcohol flowing in his blood, the only explanation for his more than strange behavior. “You know, I bet underneath your act of innocence there is a whole other (Y/N).” he whispered, licking his lips before he pressed you against his chest with a firmer grip, leaving no chance for you to escape. That was enough for you to hear, even with the alcohol slowly influencing your mind you were not capable of handling any kind of dirty talk from a person like him, the same person who enjoyed bullying you a few days ago. With all the force left inside your arms, you pushed against his chest, hoping that his intoxicated mind was too slow to react, and you were right, finally freed from his disgusting presence. “Screw you, Kim Taehyung. Go and find yourself another girl stupid enough to fall for your dumb ass.” You scoffed, brushing over your clothes as if you had to wipe off any trace of him and his grip, which was a very pointless thing to do but at least it made you feel a little better. “I will don’t worry.” He laughed, shaking his head at you before he turned away without giving you another glance. You didn’t hesitate to pick up your cup along with the same bottle of liquor, giving yourself a refill and gulping it down quicker than your first one. If this is what all parties were like, then you were no longer dumbfounded to see so many drunk girls walking around the city on Friday nights. With another refilled cup and checking if the picture in your small purse was still safely stored you decided to leave the spot you had found because now that Taehyung was gone you could only go around and look for Jungkook yourself. With the booze rushing through your system everything about this place only seemed to be half as bad. The smell was no longer stinging in your nose, the crowd of people that pushed you from left to right with their wild movements was not even bothering you anymore and your ears had long gotten used to the unusual loud environment. All there was left to do was find a certain someone. You walked around and around, losing track of which rooms you had been in already and which you still needed to check. The cup you had taken with you for on the way was almost empty and by now you knew that it was not a good idea at all to go for a fourth one. Just when you were about to drop down on the big sofa in the living room, eyes heavy from the weight of your drunken sleepiness, you felt yet another pair of hands landing right at your waist. It was nothing but a defense mechanism to jump forward before the grip on you could be tightened, pushing whoever it was behind you a little further away in the process. “That is not how I expected you to greet me.” You heard him say, snapping your head around faster than you should have as another wave of dizziness hit you before you could even say sorry, landing right back in his grip as he saved you from falling on your knees. “Whoa there, careful.” “I had… I had a little too much to drink.” You mumbled, feeling the numbness of your tongue for the first time and not even interested in how ridiculously wasted you must have sounded to Jungkook. “I can see that. Let me take you outside.” He said, carefully helping you to get back on your feet with one of his arms wrapped around your waist again for support. Thinking that you would not be affected by his touch the way you usually were under sober conditions was wrong. Even though your hazy mind did not take in the feeling of his strong arm as intense as it would have normally, you could still feel the muscles in your body tense up. Maybe, hopefully, he was not sober enough himself to notice how you were so obviously desperate for more. The way out of the house was blurry for you. All you know was that you were suddenly feeling soft, damp grass underneath you after he had helped you sink down. There was nothing to lean your back against, making it hard to sit straight on your own, but the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of Jungkook more than you had done already was keeping you just strong enough to hold yourself up for a little while longer. “I will get you some water. Don’t move, (Y/N).” he said, only now that you heard his voice so clearly you realized that he was kneeling right in front of you, a worried expression on his face and his eyes not even close to looking as dilated as Taehyung’s. He was a little tipsy, you could tell by the sound of his voice, but definitely not drunk enough to forget that any of this happened tomorrow, which was really what you had hoped for. “Couldn’t if I wanted to.” You slurred, feeling the touch of his fingertips against your cheek as he gently caressed your skin before getting up and leaving you on your own. Now that he was gone the will to hold yourself up quickly faded, the temptation to just slump to the ground way bigger than your previous attempt to rescue the very small glimmer of a good image you had left. You leaned to the side until your upper body touched the soft surface, feeling like the coziest pillow to fall asleep on. It wouldn’t have taken much more for you to fall asleep if it wasn’t for the same person from earlier suddenly interrupting the peace and quiet you had just found. “Doesn’t look like your lover boy is taking very good care of you.” You heard Taehyung whisper, opening your eyes only to see his face nothing but a few centimeters away, laying right next to your own limp body. “He isn’t my lover boy.” “He is not?” Even now, as wasted as you were, every fiber of your body was absolutely against the idea of talking to the guy in front of you for a second longer than necessary. The ridiculous effort it took to turn to the other side, so you did not need to face him anymore, turned out to be nothing but wasted energy as Taehyung was back in front of you in the blink of an eye, smiling at you in amusement when he saw the frustrated look on your face. “If he is not, why don’t you let somebody else take care of you?” he whispered, lifting his hands to stroke the hair that had fallen on your face away. It seemed like a sweet gesture, but the fire in his eyes was showing his true intentions. He was undressing you in his mind as he let his gaze drift all the way over your body, his fingertips dropping down your cheeks until the tip of his thumb landed on your lip. “I told you to find another girl.” You said, trying to sound stronger than you were at this moment as your desperate attempt to push him away from you came to nothing. His hand quickly landed low on your back, pressing himself against you so closely that you could smell the strong liquor on his breath. Maybe he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing, yet that would nowhere near excuse his actions. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” He scoffed, holding your wiggling figure in place with his strong grip as he leaned in closer and closer, his lips ghosting over you as you just closed your eyes, ready to endure this moment the way you endured all his mood swings. Although you knew that you would feel disgusting for days and days to pass. “Get your fucking hands off her.” You heard Jungkook yell, Taehyung’s hands being lifted from your body less than a second later and the presence of him gone. You inhaled sharply, not even realizing that you had been holding your breath until this very moment. Maybe it was the shock, but your mind felt clearer now. The adrenaline rushing through your body was overshadowing the alcohol by a long shot. To your left, you saw how Taehyung was still lying down on the grass as Jungkook had grabbed the collar of his jacket to make him look at him. His jaw clenched, and his arms were showing the tense muscles as he was obviously trying to refrain from punching his opponent in the face. “Don’t ever touch her or any other girl like that ever again, you fucking pervert.” He spat, clenching around the fabric a few seconds longer before he let go with an annoyed groan, turning away from Taehyung as he tried to calm himself down. But as if Taehyung did not understand how he had just barely gotten away without any injuries, he provokingly laughed at Jungkook and propped himself up on his elbows. “Keep talking big, Jungkook, but at the end of the day you’re a pathetic wimp.” You watched his fists clench again, along with his shoulders tensing up. He slowly turned around as if he was getting ready to land a punch, releasing all his built-up anger. But you knew that hurting Taehyung was not what he wanted to do. It was just his rage making a dumb decision for him. So, before he could connect his fist to the older guy in front of him, you stepped in and raised your voice, saying nothing but his name which luckily was enough to get his attention. His head snapped towards you, the outrage showing in his eyes and furrowed brows, but they visibly softened at the sight of you. “He isn’t worth it.” You added, hoping that your attempt to reason with an enraged Jungkook was the right way to approach this situation. Jungkook’s features harshened again. To your relief this time it didn’t seem to be in anger, but because he was trying to work your words through his mind, knowing that you were right as he slowly regained his self-control. “Leave. Now.” He growled at Taehyung, who glanced at you one last time before pushing himself up onto his wobbly legs, staggering towards the glass door he had probably come through earlier. His annoyed gaze met the two of you again as he looked back over his shoulder. “Just wait for the day that Daddy won’t be there anymore to protect your ass.” He barked, slamming the door open in frustration of his defeat and then he was gone, vanished in the mass of people inside. Jungkook quickly kneeled beside you with a bottle of water in his hand, that he had dropped to the floor earlier, tilting your head upwards by your chin to check if you had any injuries. You reached out for his hand and pushed it away, mumbling “I’m fine.” while doing so and then grabbing the bottle from his hands. “Thank you.” “For saving you or for the bottle of water?” he joked, taking a seat next to you and taking a sip of the cool liquid as soon as you were done. “Both.” “Are you alright? Did he do anything?” “I told you I’m fine. And no, you arrived before he could. But even so, it wasn’t the first time he tried kissing me you know.” You said, hoping that it would ease his mind and apparently you succeeded because no other questions followed. You were just sitting beside each other, enjoying the closest thing to quiet that you could get at a party and looked at the night sky. Or at least he did because at some point your eyes had dropped to the side again, studying him the way you had done a thousand times before and yet, you never got tired of looking at him. Jungkook was wearing a black pair of jeans, tighter than most jeans you had ever seen any guy wear, but as your eyes had dropped down far enough to see the outline of his thick thighs, you were more than thankful that he felt comfortable enough to show them off like this. His upper body was hidden underneath a black button up shirt that had somewhat of a satiny shimmer to it and while examining it closer you noticed a rip on one of his arms. It must have happened when he had pulled Taehyung away from you. “Your shirt…” you mumbled, pointing to what you were referring to as he did not understand at first and a hint of guilt lingering in your voice. He looked at the ripped fabric, shrugged his shoulders and gave you a quick smile, probably to counter guilt inside of you. “It’s just a shirt.” “Yes, but you look really good in that shirt.” The words had left your mouth before you could think about them any longer and if it wasn’t for the words themselves that had made it clear enough what you were thinking, then the small sigh at the end of your sentence had given away what you were subconsciously trying to imply. You facepalmed yourself mentally, squinting your eyes shut as a hopeless attempt to pretend that this had not happened. “Oh, do I?” he grinned, turning his head to the side to meet your gaze. It was weird to think that Taehyung had done the exact same thing before, lying just as close to you with your bodies almost touching and yet the feeling was so different. When he was there, all you wanted to do was run away and hide, make sure he and his fingers would never get the chance to touch you. Now, that Jungkook was the one in front of you, it was quite the opposite sensation. He made you want to stay right where you are for the rest of the night, preferably moving even closer to him until not even a piece of paper would fit in between your chests. “As much as I despise Taehyung, I can’t blame him for wanting you.” Jungkook said quietly, his eyes shying away from your eyes which definitely was a first for him to do in your presence. His fingertips found the bare skin of your arm, tracing up and down in such a loving way that the feeling of his touch would be burned into your memories for days. And even though it was an innocent, sweet gesture you could not keep your body from wanting more of this. More of him. In completely different places. “You are very beautiful is what I’m saying. And it’s a shame I misjudged you at first like everybody else did.” “Are you sure you’re not just trying to get into my pants now?” you joked, couldn’t help yourself to do anything else. Your cheeks were burning already, and you knew that he must have seen it even in this dark light. Luckily, he understood your behavior, aware that you were just too insecure to take the compliment as it was, but instead joked around to loosen up the tension in the air that could have been cut by a knife at this point. “I sure as hell know that’s what you want, love.” He cooed, pushing himself up to soon hover over you, one arm to the left and one to the right. His bold statement had caught you off guard along with the fact that you were suddenly positioned underneath him, a sheepish smile on his lips as he looked at your wide opened eyes. How did he even manage to read you like that? “You wish that’s what I want.” You tried to deny it, realizing that denying it had only made things worse as you heard him chuckle yet again. His next words formed in your head even before he said them. “Head tilt, (Y/N).” There was no chance for you to reply again, as he swiftly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle at first, moving in synch so perfectly with feathery kisses that only had you craving for more. Whatever he was doing, your body always seemed to find a way to crave for more. Your lips prickled, the same kind of feeling that you had when a leg is falling asleep, only to be hurled back to life when his softer ones brushed against them again and again. Your hands had long found their way to his neck, pushing him back down each time he wanted to separate a little too quickly for your liking. He knew that you wanted more, and you could sense that he wanted it too, yet there was something inside of him trying to hold back and you tried your best to push his last glimpse of doubt away. You sighed into the kiss, the taste of him better than it had ever been in your imagination and as your mouth gaped open against his, he automatically started to crumble a little more. He kissed you harder, tongue slipping into your mouth as he did not ponder before swirling it around your own, not even making it a fight for dominance but very clearly stating that control was his and only his unless he wanted it any other way. Another sigh, much whinier than the first one, was coaxed from your throat and it effortlessly boosted the process of his resistance crumbling. Soon the innocent, feather-like kisses were replaced by the sloppy sounds of your lips crashing onto each other, almost starting to feel numb as you could only imagine how swollen they looked from all the sucking and biting. And even your hands that had so innocently rested at the back of his neck before now slowly wandered along his muscular back with the thin layer of clothing not preventing you to feel them tense under the touch of your hand, motivating you to go as far as raking your fingernails across his back which had more of an effect than you ever expected. He suddenly broke free from the kiss, resting his head in the crook of your neck as a deep growl escaped him at the feeling. “Easy there…” he breathed, using his chance to place tender kisses on your neck along with his one hand traveling down the side of your body until it firmly rested on your hip. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” “I could say the same thing.” You replied, tugging at his hair to lift his head back up as you already missed the pleasure solely his lips gave you. This kiss was not less intense than the ones before and you couldn’t keep yourself from teasing him with the newfound weakness, not only running your nails across his back but also all the way down his arms until you finally managed to make something inside his mind snap, a last frustrated hum vibrating against your lips before he harshly ground his hips against yours. His hand was conveniently already placed on there as well to hold you steady underneath him, the two of you moaning at the created friction. He did it again, dryly thrusting into you as his hand quickly slipped further down to your thigh to lift your leg and hook it around him, making his third grind even more intense. However, he then suddenly stopped again, pushing himself a little further away from you with heavy breaths as you had sucked the air out of each other’s lungs. “You’re driving me crazy, I can’t do this any longer.” He sighed, letting himself drop to the side until he was sitting next to you again, his chest still rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as he tried to distract himself from the sexual tension between the two of you. Just when you thought that he had let loose of whatever it was you had sensed before, he regained full control in a split second. But since it had been obvious how badly he wanted to bury himself inside of you without a stupid layer of clothing preventing it from actually happening, you decided not to let him go this easily. This time it was you swinging yourself on top of him, making yourself comfortable in his lap while you run your fingertips along his neck and through his already messed up hair. This was the first time since you had started making out that you got a good look at his face, still as beautiful as you knew it, if not even more gorgeous looking with the red, swollen lips, lightly flushed cheeks, and dark, lust filled eyes. Without glancing away and with fingers digging into his broad shoulders you rolled your hips against his crotch, making both of you see stars all over again. “I need you so bad, Jungkook.” You pleaded, continuously moving your hips against him as you also attached your lips to the soft skin of his neck, sucking and kissing different spots until you had found just the right one that had coaxed the most passionate moan out of him so far, not holding back for a second as he threw his head back in pleasure. The sound was so much more high-pitched than before, and you felt a wave of lust running right to your core at the thought that you were the one who managed to make him lose himself like this. “(Y/N), I don’t think you are fully capable of making decisions right now.” He said, breathing heavy as it apparently took a lot of his own strength to refrain from giving in to you. “I know what I am doing.” You assured him, fumbling with the collar of his silky black shirt as you attached your lips to his neck again, sucking on the spot right underneath his ear that had coaxed the most beautiful moan from him. However, this time you didn’t get more than a hiss, only pointing out how much exactly he was holding back. “I will warn you one last time, there will be no turning back…” he groaned, somewhat trying to get you off his neck but also not trying hard at all because he did not want to lose the feeling of you on him.   “Take me, Jungkook.” You husked, feeling his grip on your waist turning into a fist that clutched the fabric of your shirt, like the last string of his own control that quickly ripped when you added a last whiny “Please.” to your previous words. “Fuck it.” He hissed, crashing his lips back to yours, harder than before and with his hands on your hips pressing you down onto his lap further. You felt his half-hard member poking against your center which made you moan into the kiss so loudly that he buckled his hips right back up to give you more of the feeling. The puddle forming in-between your legs could no longer be ignored and you even worried that if you continued to ride him like this, your wetness could seep through your own pair of pants.   You unbuttoned the next button of his shirt, revealing more of his neck as well as his collarbones which you traced with the tips of your fingers and feeling his smooth skin only resulted in an untamable desire to feel more of him underneath your touch. Looking at his gorgeous face was no longer enough for you, too many times you wondered how perfect the rest of his body must look like and here you were… alone that you were finally able to sit on his muscular thighs, which you had been fantasizing about since the first time you saw them, had you on the brink of insanity. With one hand still placed in his neck to steady yourself, you slowly separated from him with a smug grin on your lips when you felt a frustrated sigh leaving his mouth additional to his boner harshly pressing against you. You yourself felt an enormous need to touch yourself as hard as your clit was pulsing from arousal, seeing him so turned on because of you almost did the trick for you.

When nothing happened after a few seconds of you staring down at the tent in in his pants, uncontrollably licking your lips with a lump starting to form in your stomach, he already grew impatient, lifting his hand to tuck your head back to his. However, you resisted his tempting try to sink into yet another kiss. Instead, you reached down to his bulge, caressing it lightly over the fabric of his jeans before boldly slipping your hand right into his boxers. At the first touch, his eyes opened wide in surprise accompanied by a hissing sound. You couldn’t resist to biting your bottom lip at the feeling of his hard, veiny member pressed against the palm of your hand… the temptation to have him ram into you preferably sooner than later was almost big enough to make you abandon your plans of teasing him and just rip the last few pieces of clothing off both of your bodies. The sole thing keeping you from it was the curiosity how desperate he could sound for you with that beautiful voice of his. With each time you grazed your hand along his shaft, his breathing got shorter slowly turning into pants as his head fell back in pleasure as well. He was about to say something when you wrapped your hand a little tighter around him, intensifying your movements and cutting off his words with a moan. You chuckled at getting exactly the reaction you wanted when all he mumbled was “Fuck…” “Please stop, (Y/N).” At the sound of his words, you felt a jolt of fiery ecstasy rushing through your body, adding to the already existing tight feeling inside of you and the whiny undertone in his voice only motivated you to keep going. Gliding your thumb over the tip of his dick before you started pumping again and although he did clearly enjoy the feeling of your hand, he suddenly reached out and stopped you from moving any further with a strong grip, snapping his head back forward so his eyes met yours. Despite it being dark outside, the garden lit by nothing but a faint, dim light on the wall of the house, you saw that they had turned into a deep brown, almost black color, filled with lust and… what seemed like a little anger. “I said stop.” He hissed, no longer whiny but with such certainty in his voice that didn’t have you wondering anymore about what you could do to him, but now wanting to find out what he was capable of doing to you. He tugged at your hand when he noticed that your grip on him had gone soft, downright yanking it out of his boxers before he threw you off him with ease. You had figured before that Jungkook was strong but seeing just how much you had underestimated his strength had you shocked… and dripping a little more. Like it was nothing, he pulled you up into a standing position with his one hand still wrapped around your wrist and as soon as you were standing he placed his other hand on your lower back to press you closer to him. His stare had not gotten any softer and slowly the penny began to drop that maybe he did not like to be dominated at all.    “When I tell you to stop, you stop.” He muttered and all you felt confident enough to do was respond with a nod, realizing how quickly your positions had changed. He was basically towering over you, his continuous grip on your wrist as well as the strong arm around your waist completely locked you in place. Whatever he wanted to do, he could. And that thought made your legs feel so weak that you were more than glad that thanks to him you could not actually collapse at any given moment. He was the one with a satisfied smile on his face now, leaning down until his breath was tickling your ear. “Good girl.” The next thing you feel is his teeth grazing your earlobe before he started sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth just the way you had done it to him before, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that has you melt underneath him and would sure as hell leave marks for everybody else, especially Taehyung, to see the next day. When he hears you gulp to prevent a moan from slipping out, he boldly grinds his hips against your own, reminding you of his stone hard boner that you were subconsciously still longing to feel inside you and at the imagination of your walls clenching around him, the very tiny amount of self-control you had left was gone in an instant. “Jungkook…” you moaned, entangling your free hand into his fluffy hair as if grasping something would help you keep your sanity. At the sound of his name escaping your lips, he nibbled on your skin with a groan, soothing the stinging sensation with his tongue only a second after another whimper had left you. “What do you want, baby?” he purred, ironically guiding the hand that he himself that yanked away earlier back down to his bulge. You could only imagine how uncomfortable it must be for him to be trapped inside the tight pair of jeans he was wearing, which however did not by any means made you hold back with your actions. Before using words, you answered his question by groping his dick firmly, watching his face closely as his mouth gaped open with a small gasp that would have been inaudible if you weren’t paying attention as closely as you were. He definitely got the message, wetting his lips as he did not hesitate to buckle his hips right into the palm of your hands, creating friction that let him inhale sharply once again. And yet he chuckled, locking eyes with you as he lifted an eyebrow at you. “Sorry? I’m not sure I understand.” “I want you. I need you.” “You need me to what, (Y/N).” he teased, placing his own hand on top of yours as he ground into your hand harder this time. You only mewled. “Gotta be a little more precise, princess.” “I need you to fuck me.” You groaned, frustrated, turned on beyond good and evil and more than ready for Jungkook to take you whenever wherever and how many times he wanted to. “Your wish is my command.” He says, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you over his shoulder in one swift motion. You can’t help but let out a squeak at the sudden movement, but it quickly turned into a much throatier sound as his hand landed on your butt with a loud smack. You didn’t really see where he was going, but you figured that he only wanted to move out of sight because it had been risky enough to have that heated make-out session right in front of the huge living room window with all the people inside to see. When he put you down again the weight of his body quickly pushed you up against what you guessed to be the wall of the house, his hands already slipping underneath your shirt to find the clasp of your bra and snapped it open. His fingertips grazed your nipples, perfectly timed with the pressure of his lips pressing on your own as he made you moan into the kiss, using the opportunity to swirl his tongue around yours. All of it happened with such strategy that you could no longer grasp what other tricks he would have up his sleeve to make you pay for the teasing earlier when his lips and hands alone emitted sparks inside of you. Your fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt that you hadn’t already opened before, traveling down until it hung loosely around his toned upper body. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt the outlines of his muscles underneath your fingertips, tracing his abs until you reached the hem of his jeans. You were about to pop that one last button open as well, freeing him from the tightness and finally satisfying your own curiousness about the exact size of his dick, when he noticed your actions and stopped you from going any further with a relatively harsh pinch to your right nipple. You cried out as you pulled your lips away from his, giving him a displeased glare that he did not care too much about as you could tell by his smug grin, tugging your bottom lip that you had stuck out in a small pout.

“Don’t you think you’ve teased me enough, baby?” he cooed, sliding his hands down along your waist, leaving a trail of burning skin that longed for more than just a few seconds of attention. You wished you could feel his hands all over your body at the same time. Now he was the one undoing the button on your pair of pants, nothing but the booming sound of the bass from inside as well as the sound of your zipper sliding down seemed to fill the night for a few seconds. 

He didn’t touch you. He didn’t kiss you. Just looked at you for a mere moment, soaking in the view of your flushed face when he hadn’t even touched you where you needed it most. He wanted to see the way your mouth dropped open, lips parting with a sigh as his fingers slipped past the waistband of your underwear and gently brushed your clit a first time. Jungkook took his sweet time sliding along your folds, groaning as he felt how dripping wet you were for him. 

“Please Jungkook…” you begged, throwing your head back against the wall as he continued to tease you by spreading your folds with his fingers, coating them in your wetness while ghosting over your entrance every now and then or pressing onto your clit for a few seconds before letting go again. You felt a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead, getting hotter with every second that passed without the release you needed. He, however, ignored your words and stuck with his movements a few seconds longer until you buckled your hips forward, pressing onto his hand exactly the way he had done with you before. That was when he hummed in disapproval of your impatience and withdrew his fingers completely, making you want to slap his shoulders but all you let out was yet another frustrated sigh. 

“Look at me.” He demanded, and you obeyed without hesitation, so desperate for release that you would have done anything for him. He lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. You watched him carefully, sucking in your own bottom lip at the sound of his deep voice so pleased with your taste. “You taste fucking amazing, (Y/N).”

Curiosity hit you, what did you taste like?

You swiftly placed a hand on his neck and tugged him closer, kissing him until he allowed your tongue to enter and let you taste yourself mixed together with him. While still sunken into the kiss you suddenly felt his long fingers slip back into your pants, playing with your wetness just a few seconds longer before he slipped a single finger into you with ease. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, resulting in a hiss from his side as you yourself held back the moans in your throat, trying not to hump the single digit inside of you as to finally gave you some of the long-awaited salvation. 

He noticed it, not waiting long until he added another one, pumping in and out of you with a slight curl of his fingers hitting just the right spot. The passionate kiss had long gone messy, interrupted by gasps for air or moans that you could no longer hold back and with every move you felt yourself getting closer, quite literally riding your way to the blissful feeling that would hopefully settle the fire inside of you, burning for only Jungkook. “I’m so -fuck, I’m so close.” You cried, wrapping your arms around his neck which automatically pressed his face into the crook of your neck. He took the chance and planted a few innocent kisses on the already marked up skin, nuzzling a “Then come for me.” and at the purring sound of his voice, there was no holding back. Like the fire inside of you suddenly exploded you felt a familiar heat rushing through your body, making your legs shake as Jungkook was the one still holding you up and carefully guiding you through your orgasm with a few more pumps. When he let his finger slip out of you, you noticed your own juices seeping through the already wet panties. It took a few more breaths for your blurry vision to clear up, still overwhelmed from the sensation rippling through your bones nothing but a few seconds ago and yet Jungkook, obviously, was not at all satisfied yet. He pushed your already lowered pants down in one motion along with your underwear, gripping your hips and hastily made you turn around, your hands pressed against the wall with your ass perked out for him. He did not miss out on the opportunity to land another rough smack on your cheeks making both of you groan simultaneously. You could feel his impatience, his own need to be buried deep inside of you. And soon you heard the how he let his own jeans drop down, pooling around his ankles, followed by the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, not pushing in yet but instead picking up the teasing again as he painfully slow slid up and down. “Jungkook…” You whimpered, still sensitive from your first high. The teasing was as intense as it was painful, making you feel lightheaded to the point where you could have sworn that your legs were no longer capable of carrying your own weight and, yet you were close to pushing yourself onto him. Seeming like he had read your mind a hand was placed on your waist with a strong grip to keep your right where he wanted you, his other hand still wrapped around the length of his dick. “Didn’t I tell you to be more precise?” he mocked you with words, following his evenly mocking move to push only his tip inside of you before pulling right back out. The self-control he had only to make you suffer as much as he possibly could… You felt him leaning down as another strangled noise had left you, his chest pressed against your back with his lips right next to your ear. “Say it.” “Fuck me, Jungkook, please.” “That wasn’t hard, was it?” he whispered, pushing all the way into you and making you gasp loudly in shock. He filled you up perfectly, hurting in the just the right ways that you knew would turn into pleasure as soon as you had adjusted to his size and he gladly gave you the time, resting there with his cock buried balls deep inside of you. Your wish to see his dick had not been granted yet, but the feeling of it was much better than anything you had anticipated. “Are you okay?” he muttered under his breath, revealing that the control he had had before almost completely vanished now. And as all his concentration went into holding back you noticed how his grip on your hips had noticeably softened, enough to give you the freedom to push yourself further onto him and just when you expected nothing much more to happen you were taken aback by the feeling of just a little more of his length sinking into you, until you felt the cheeks of your ass pressed against his lower abdomen. He only groaned at your bold move. “I’m taking that as a yes.” Moans and heavy breathing filled the air as he thrust into you with a steady rhythm, chasing his own high as you yourself felt a second one approaching even faster than the first one. He pushed in as deep as he possibly could, skin slapping on skin with a grunt and soon you felt him crumbling. Each movement of his hips got a little sloppier, each breath a little shakier and with a last deep thrust, you felt him come inside of you as his fingers dug into your skin. He groaned so shamelessly that the sound of it got you a whole lot closer to your own release, along with him and his warm load inside of you as he easily pushed you over the edge with a simple touch of your clit, the same warmth rushing through you again, making your vision fade to black for a matter of seconds from the intensity of it. He pulls out, his hands softly caressing the skin that he had probably marked up just like his lips had done on your neck. You wiped the sweat from your forehead, turning around to face him, his boxers already in place again. When you had dressed as well, still trying to fill your lungs with enough air to breathe normally again, he placed his hand on your cheek and stepped closer. The presence of his body felt different now. Now, that your lust was satisfied you felt sparks igniting in your stomach, your skin tingling underneath his touch and your heart racing at the sight of his sparkling eyes. All of this felt like a dream. “Next time it will be a little fancier than the exterior wall of a house, I promise.” He chuckled, giving you the sweetest smile, followed by a quick peck on your lips and all you could think about was the fact that he did apparently not see this as a one-time thing only. “I still got something for you.” You whispered, reluctantly removing his hand from your face as you walked over to your bag that you had left somewhere by the window. He followed you and watched as you pulled the piece of paper out of your purse, handing it to him with a shy smile. “I completely forgot about this.” He laughed, kissing you again and mumbling a “Thank you.” against your lips before locking them another time. “Would you like to leave this party?” you asked, feeling the tiredness creeping through your bones for a very different reason than dancing too much. “We can if you want to.” And so he gently took your hand after you had picked up your bag from the ground, guiding you through the drunk mass of people until you reached the front door. Right when you were about to leave you caught someone staring at you in the corner of your eye. Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the hand that was intertwined with Jungkook’s, a disappointed look plastered all over his face before he looked up and met your gaze. Suddenly, after everything that had happened tonight, there was not a glimmer of pity for him left inside of you. And when you caught him still looking at you, you moved your hair to the side, provokingly revealing the purple marks on your skin with a smug smile on your face before Jungkook opened the door and pulled you outside. “See, I promised that coming to the party would pay off.” Jungkook smirked as you were making your way to the closest bus stop and there was no point in denying that he had been absolutely right about his. “Are you telling me that you had planned to sleep with me all this time?” you questioned, expecting a cheeky answer from him which was exactly what you received, accompanied by his almost standard smug grin around you. “Are you telling me you didn’t?” He laughed at your sigh, letting his thumb glide over the knuckles of your still intertwined hands when he also gave you a tender kiss on the cheek.

“I know you did.” He finally winked and just when you were about to protest you reminded yourself that there was no point in doing so, he knew that it would be a lie anyway. So, you just stayed quiet, giving him his victory and enjoying the beauty of his smile as your own personal consolation prize, realizing that this might be a sight that you could have more often from now on. It was needless to say that this night had changed your life. With Jungkook by your side, you no longer feared to take your drawings to school as Kim Taehyung had never dared to lay a finger or even an eye upon you after it. And you were surely growing fond of your newfound freedom as well as the boy you soon after considered to be the love of your life. 

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