#saturdays are literally my ONE full day off and i should really stand my ground and say NO!!!!!! but i wont bc im a doormat :)
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PAY RAISE FOR WORKING SATURDAYS??
#slay but also. dies#saturdays are literally my ONE full day off and i should really stand my ground and say NO!!!!!! but i wont bc im a doormat :)#but ME in charge of the shop.. yikes honestly#anyway im gonna tell her i can prob do most of the saturdays she offered but one bc thats JOYWAVE BABIEEEEEEEE#and i cannot be late for that. especially bc i have fast pass#anyway. need to talk w my bf when he wakes up in like 3.5 hrs so im gonna pretend i didnt see Her text so i dont have to respond#right away đ being an adult sucks man dont grow up#talk tag
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Wednesday
Monday   Tuesday   Thursday (Part 1)   Thursday (Part 2)   Friday   Saturday   Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, getting outed, f slur and d slur, homophobia, puking, toxic friends
Word count: 5,160
(A/N): woah, thank you all so much for all the positive feedback, that really makes my day!Â
The room was quiet with the exception of the clacking of the keyboard and the soft chirping of crickets outside your open window. The stars twinkled in the sky as the night droned on and on. There was a loud rustling outside your window, but your sleep deprived mind didnât think anything of it. It wasnât important at the moment, the only important thing right now was finishing your work.Â
Throughout the night, you worked endlessly on your friendâs work. The essays were relatively easy because Adrian and Annie had luckily chosen topics that youâre somewhat interested in, so at least finding the sources was enjoyable. You had gotten your essay completely written and proofread, Annieâs outline finished, and Adrianâs sources analyzed. You would start on Sammyâs presentation after you finished Adrianâs outline. Hours upon hours passed by you as you worked, yet you didnât notice the time once. You worked uninterrupted with no breaks. Well, one break to talk to your dad about how you werenât hungry, but you got back to work right after he left your room. You couldnât waste any more time than you already have.
Your eyes felt heavy as you typed on your keyboard, working on putting Adrianâs sources together cohesively so that the writing would flow seamlessly. You paused your typing to rub at your tired eyes so you could keep working, you couldnât afford to fall asleep. You had to get these done as soon as possible if you wanted their forgiveness.Â
The blaring of your alarm startled you out of your focus, making you fall backwards out of your chair with a yelp. Landing painfully on your back, you laid on the floor trying to calm your racing heartbeat. You looked out your window. Hints of pinks and yellows were starting to make a gradient with the lightening dawn sky. Shit, you were so focused on getting your work done that you didnât take account of the time. You just knew today was gonna be long. At least after school volleyball practice was shortened because of finals tomorrow.Â
You groaned as you pulled your tired form off from the ground. You made your way downstairs and plopped yourself down at your usual place at the table, burying your face into the crook of your arm. You felt yourself drift off into a blissful sleep, the wood of the table suddenly seemed very comfortable at the moment. Not long after, you were jolted out of your peaceful sleep by a loud crash. Jumping up and looking around with wide eyes, you saw Tubbo looking at you apologetically. There was broken glass in front of his feet on the floor.Â
âSorry, (y/n).â
You just stared at him blankly as you slowly blinked. Philza didnât spare you a glance as he whisked the short boy away from the glass. â(Y/n), can you please go get the broom and sweep this up?â
You nodded, hauling yourself to your feet and walked over to the storage closet, pulling out the broom and dust pan. You mindlessly sweeped up the glass, your limbs feeling heavy. After throwing the glass away, you rummaged in the cupboard and pulled out a mug. The bitter smell beckoned you welcomingly, working its way through your nostrils and digging itself deep into your brain. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup, a hand snatched the coffee pot away from you.Â
âYou shouldnât be drinking this.â
âYou let Techno and Wil drink it, so why canât I?â
â(Y/n), youâre a full year younger than them and you havenât eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.â
You felt your eye twitch, âIâm only a year younger than them! Thereâs literally no-â
â(Y/n),â his warning tone cut you off, putting the pot back into the coffee maker, âyou arenât going to drink this. Thatâs final. Get a glass of water.â
You huffed and pushed past him to the sink to fill your coffee mug with water. Youâve been drinking coffee for a while behind his back, so you were used to its effects on your body. You supposed that youâd just beg Wilbur to take you to the cafe so you could get your sustenance. He always relented for you.Â
You heard him chuckle, âyouâll thank me when youâre older.â
âMhm.â
You plopped down next to Tubbo nursing your mug of water, trying to make small talk with him. One by one, your brothers made their way to the table. Tommy was talking and gesturing wildly to Tubbo like he normally did, Wilbur looked as dead inside as you felt, and Techno made it a point to ignore you. When someone pissed him off, he can hold a grudge better than he could hold onto his knowledge of Greek mythology, and thatâs saying something. Man is obsessed with Greek mythology.Â
Breakfast went by in a daze with you struggling to keep your eyes open. At one point, you almost fell asleep sitting up, only to be woken up by Tubbo shaking your shoulder to get your attention. When breakfast was almost done, you had only eaten about half your breakfast.Â
Drifting off again, you were startled awake by the screeching of the chairs against the wooden floor and loud shouts coming from your brothers. You didnât have the energy to race them to the bathroom like you usually did, youâd just freshen up after they were done. You tried to stand up to go to your room to get dressed, but you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder forcing you to sit back down. Looking up, you were met with the concerned, yet stern eyes of your father.Â
âYouâre not leaving this table until youâve eaten at least a few more bites and tell me why youâre so tired.â
âI just stayed up later than I normally do finishing up some homework, it wonât happen again.â
âIt better not or else I will make you stay home next time. Whenâd you go to bed last night?â
You avoided his eyes, âaround one thirty or two.â You couldnât tell him that you didnât actually go to sleep last night, heâd flip.Â
âYou know, youâre a terrible liar.â Shit.
Looking him in the eye, you spoke more confidently. âThree in the morning.â
â(Y/n)-â
You felt a sudden rage start to twist inside you as he started to lecture you about taking better care of yourself. He was treating you like a child and you were not having it.Â
â-young kids like you need to- are you even listening?â
You set your jaw and willed yourself not to explode at him. âDad, Iâm not a child. I know how to take care of myself.â
You saw him narrow his eyes and purse his lips in frustration, âwell, obviously you donât if youâre not eating or sleeping well,â his eyes softened. âIâm starting to worry about you.â
âWell, you shouldnât because Iâm fine,â you snapped at him. âIâm going to get ready.â
You stalked out of the room and stomped upstairs. Passing a shocked Tommy and Tubbo, you made your way into the bathroom to get ready. The person that stared back at you in the mirror looked pale and had dark eye bags accentuating her tired eyes. She had red pimples dotting her face more than she usually did. She was ugly, revolting. The girl you remembered her being was confident in her appearance and walked with an air of importance. Now, she was a decrepit thing that was run down and scared of her own shadow. You couldnât recognize the girl that stared back at you anymore. You shouldâve been able to;Â after all, she was you and you were her.
You rushed through your morning routine in the bathroom avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror. You opened the bathroom door only to be met with Wilburâs chest, his hand poised in the air in a closed fist ready to knock on the door. He stepped back.
âWeâre gonna be late if you donât hurry up.â
You glanced at the clock on the wall. âWil, we still have twenty minutes before school starts. We donât have to leave for another ten minutes.â
He gave you a smirk, âwell, you want coffee, donât you? You look dead.â
âOh thank god. I feel dead, I didnât sleep at all last night.â
âWhenâd you go to bed?â
âI didnât.â
âChrist, (y/n) I knew you were a dumbass, but not that much of a dumbass.â
You rolled your eyes, walking around him and into your room. You felt a stab of hurt in your heart. âFuck you.â
Before you could close the door, he shouted out a cheeky âlove ya too (y/n)!â
You took off all your clothes slowly and stood in front of your open closet deciding on what you should wear today. You figured that since you felt like absolute shit, you should probably put a little bit more effort into your appearance. Picking out your favorite flannel shirt and favorite pair of pants. Smiling at yourself in the mirror in your room, you felt slightly more confident in your appearance. You felt like you could walk around the hallways at school without as many peering eyes trying to figure out your every secret. But maybe that was just the sleep deprivation talking. You tend to be more impulsive and emotional when youâre sleep deprived.
You slung the backpack onto your back with less difficulty than in the previous days. Your back was healing faster than you thought it would. Now, it barely hurt and the swelling completely went away.
You went downstairs and slunk past the kitchen where Philza was talking to Tommy and Tubbo. You didnât want them to notice you, you felt somewhat guilty for snapping at your dad. You slipped through the front door and hopped into the passenger seat next to Wilbur. You three usually rotated seats counterclockwise and took turns driving each day. Now, you were just waiting for Techno. Â
âWell, you look less homeless today.â
âThanks Wilbur, I just felt like looking a little nicer than usual.â
âWhoâre ya dressing up for? Is it Adrian?â He asked with slight disgust. He hated Adrian almost as much as he hated Annie and Sammy. He thought he was nothing more than a fuckboy looking to get into your pants. Little did he know you were secretly a raging lesbian so deep in the closet that youâre froliking with Aslan through the flowerfields of Narnia.
âWilbur, Iâm gay why would I-â you froze, cursing your sleep deprived self for lacking a filter. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt anxiety start to seep into your veins and pump around your body, filling every single nook and cranny with dread. You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you stared at your shaking hands horrified at yourself. How could you just⌠just out yourself like that? How could you be so careless? So stupid?
You barely felt it when Wilbur reached over to press a gentle hand on your arm. â(Y/n), are yo-â
âI-tha-that was a joke, Iâm not gay, Iâm straight.â Your words came out in frantic jumbles, desperately trying to fix your slip up. Oh god, you really fucked up this time.
â(Y/n), brea-â
âI swear Iâm not gay, I like men, I do. I-â
â(Y/n), breathe with me.â Wilburâs firm, yet gentle voice demanded. He placed your hand on his chest and took in a deep breath, held it, and released it slowly. You tried your best to follow him, but after about ten minutes, you were slowly but surely calming down. It was a lot faster calming down from a panic attack when you had someone helping you breathe. Youâve never gotten help with a panic attack before, it was nice. Becoming more aware of your surroundings, you took notice of the soft fabric of Wilburâs sweater, the gentle thumping of his heart, and his worried expression. You also became aware of the extra hand rubbing small circles into your shoulder from behind your seat. It was Techno.
Taking in a shaky breath, you took your hand out of Wilburâs grip and clasped your hands tightly in front of you, shrugging Technoâs hand off from your shoulder.Â
â...Can we please leave? I donât want Dad or Tubbo and Tommy seeing me like this.â
Wordlessly, Wilbur started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. At the intersection, he turned in the opposite direction of the school. âWilbur, where are we going? The schoolâs the other way.â
âWeâre going to the cafe for some coffee, my treat.â
âBut school starts in five minutes, weâre gonna be late if we go to the cafe.â
âActually,â Technoâs deep voice chimed in, âschool started ten minutes ago. If weâre already late, thereâs no harm in skipping first block.â
âTech, I literally have no idea whatâs going on in stats.â
âIâll give you my notes.â
âAre you sure? I wouldnât want to bother you.â
Wilbur pulled into the cafeâs parking lot, âdonât be stupid, (y/n). You can never bother us.â
You didnât say anything as you left the car and headed into the cafe. You could think of plenty of ways you could bother your older brothers. You bothered everybody just by being in their presence. You just had that effect.Â
Your brothers followed you into the cafe, glancing at each other worriedly. You three quickly got your orders and sat in the secluded back of the cafe. Soft jazz music drifted throughout the quiet cafe.Â
â(Y/n), we need to talk about what happened. Was this your first panic attack?â Wilbur asked you gently.
â...No, Iâve had them before.âÂ
âWere they always this intense? Youâre still shaking.â
âThat one was nowhere near as intense as the ones I usually have.â
âUsually? Do you have them often?â Tecno asked.
âYeah, usually a couple of them a week since the middle of freshman year. Nothing I canât manage.â
âSo youâve been doing this on your own for three years? You couldâve gotten us to help you.âÂ
You sighed, looking down at your steaming cup. â...I couldnâtâve. Donât get me wrong, I know you guys could help me, but I-I just couldnât. No one was supposed to find out.â
âPromise us that youâll come to one of us when you have an attack. We care about you, (y/n).â
âI⌠Iâll think about it. Thank you.â
The table fell into a comfortable silence as you all sipped at your drinks, the comforting taste of the bitter coffee dancing across your tongue.
âYa know, we donât care that youâre gay. A lesbian called me âactually pretty funnyâ once and Iâm still riding the high.âÂ
âYeah, youâre still you. Nothing changes the fact that youâre our little sister.âÂ
You smiled as you felt warm inside. You knew your brothers loved you, but you didnât know that they loved you for being you. You didnât think anybody loved you unconditionally like that, and that made you feel genuinely happy.
âThank you guys, for everything. I-I canât put into words how much that means to me, I love you guys so much!â
âWe love you too,â Wilbur smiled before he dropped it into a stern frown. âBut if any girl hurts you, weâll have a stern talking to her.â
âYeah, we canât beat up girls. Weâll put her in her place alright.â You snorted into your coffee, almost spilling it on yourself. Quickly setting it down before you could baptize yourself with the scalding liquid (though, you did consider coffee to be holy), you wiped at your teary eyes.Â
âAnd thatâs why I love you guys.â
âWeâre serious, sheâll be wishing she got beat up after weâre done scolding her.â Wilbur said seriously before he broke into a grin and started laughing.Â
The conversation carried on about your sexuality, how you found out, when you found out, if youâve told anyone yet (they were honored that they were the first people youâve told, even if you did it accidentally mid-panic attack). Eventually you had to go back to the school before your second block started. You three split ways to your separate classrooms.Â
Annie and Adrian were locked onto you as soon as you walked through the door. They looked angry at you. Whatâd you do this time to piss them off?
âWhere the fuck were you this morning? We were looking everywhere for you,â Annie seethed.
âYeah, you wasted so much of our time looking for your sorry ass. You ditch us again?â
Oh, that. âLook, I didnât mean to skip out on you guys again. It was a rough morning.âÂ
âThatâs funny because we also had rough mornings, yet we still hung out with each other. You arenât special.â Adrian rolled his eyes at you.
âItâs gonna take more to apologize. We donât let things like the little stunts you pull go off scott free.â
âOh, Annie I have the best idea,â Adrian squealed, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly.Â
âWhat is it Dri?â Annieâs eyes shone.
âOur little (y/n) can set you up with one of her brothers and she can go on a date with me on a double date! Itâs foolproof, not even someone as dumb as (y/n) could fuck it up.âÂ
âI donât think thatâs a good id-â
âItâs perfect Dri! Can it be with Wilbur? Heâs literally so hot! Oh, the way his fingers can work that guitarâŚâ Ew. The thought of Wilbur and Annie together made you scrunch up your nose with disgust.
âIâm sorry, but Wilburâs actually dating Sally Fishmin right now. Theyâre actually really cute together-â
âGod, how could someone as hot as Wilbur go for Sally Fishmin? Sheâs disgusting, always smells like fish,â Annie gagged, then gasped. âWait (y/n) do you actually think that sheâs more deserving to be with him than I am?â
âNo, I nev-â
âReally? Cuz you just did. Glad to see you care about me, (y/n).â
âAnnie, youâre literally so beautiful. I never said that you donât deserve him. You deserve the world. I canât split them up, but I can do more homework for you.â She perked up immediately, âawe, thanks love! Thatâs what happens when you actually put effort into how you look.â
âSpeaking of, did you get that shirt out of the trash? Itâs really not a look.â Adrian snickered to himself. There goes what little confidence you had. You actually thought you looked decent today. You felt grateful for your friends, they always told you the truth about how you looked when everybody else lied to you.Â
Before you could respond, the bell rang and everybody took their seats. Luckily, Mr. Todd assigned today as a work day for your final research essays. You had finished Annieâs and got Adrianâs thesis done before the bell rang. While you were working on their essays, they were mindlessly scrolling on their phones and texting someone.Â
You, Adrian, and Annie met up with Sammy and went into the lunch room. You tried to line up in the lunch line with them, but they laughed and told you that youâre fat enough and you needed to lose weight. What did you do to deserve such considerate friends? You really owed them one for always looking out for and putting up with you.
While you were waiting for them, you pulled out your phone. To your surprise, Haley texted you a screenshot of her conversation with Unknown. You felt a chill run down your spine. All four pictures were of you. You rubbing your eyes as the light of your computer provided the only light in the room. Your bare back facing the camera as you stood in front of your closet this morning. You sleeping a day ago (you felt sick as you realized that whoever took the picture was standing directly over your bed). Lastly, you and Haley holding each otherâs hand under the moonlight last night. Attached to the pictures, Unknown had typed âyou have one more day or else sleeping ugly gets it. Do not tempt us.â
Hales : )
(Y/n), how the hell did they get these pictures of you
Did you seriously leave your window open???
Why wouldnât you close your curtains
Oh god, do you think they saw us in your driveway????
(Y/n)
Haley calm downÂ
Hales : )
I know youâre not telling me to calm down right now
You have a stalker
One that can GET INSIDE YOUR ROOM
(Y/n)
Weâll get to the bottom of this
Like I said, I donât care if my pictures get leaked
I care about your pictures
Until we figure out whoâs doing this, we need to lay low
Hales : )
Hanging out last night was a mistake
I shouldnât have gave you a ride
I shouldnât have tried to kiss you
Iâm straight
And you are too
You said it yourself
We canât talk anymore (y/n)
(Y/n)
Iâm not straight Hales
Iâm gay
And I like you
Like
Like you like you
Hales : )
Iâm sorry (y/n)
But Iâm straight
We canât talk anymore
Goodbye.
With each text she sent you, you felt your heart drop deeper and deeper into your stomach until you felt your heart shatter in your chest, the pieces lodging themselves deep within you and ripping you open from inside out. How could you be so stupid to think that soemone as perfect as Haley Andrews, arguably the prettiest girl in the senior year, go out with (y/n) Minecraft, a known trainwreck. Annieâs shrill gasp sounded right next to your ear, making you gasp and drop your phone onto the table with a loud bang.
âOH MY GOD (Y/N) YOUâRE A FAGGOT? WERE YOU HITTING ON ME EARLIER? YOU FUCKING PERVERT.â
The entire cafeteria fell into silence as they listened to Annieâs shrieking. Whispers started to meld together.
â(Y/n)âs gay?â
âHow grossâ
âDamn, I was gonna hit itâ
âWe have a dyke going to this school?â
You felt like you were suffocating as the whispers and Annieâs yelling jumbled together in a disorienting cacophony. Adrian and Sammy both glared at you from behind Annie with a hatred that you didnât know they had for you. You tried stuttering an apology, but you were quickly shut up by Annie harshly slapping you across the face.
âI donât wanna hear it, fag. Youâre going to finish our essays and youâre never gonna talk to us again. Do you understand me?â When you didnât respond, she slapped you again. âI asked you, do you understand me?âÂ
You frantically nodded your head, grabbed your backpack, and sprinted out the door without any real destination in mind. You sprinted before you found the bathroom that nobody used. Ducking into a stall and slamming the door, you felt yourself start to hyperventilate. You couldnât feel anything except for the tightness of your chest. You couldnât see anything. You couldnât hear anything. You faintly tasted bile rising up in your throat as you bent over to empty your stomach. You threw up everything in your stomach until you were left sitting on the dirty floor painfully dry heaving.Â
You sobbed on that floor for what felt like hours. Everybody knows your secret now. Your dirty, dirty secret. God, you were a pervert werenât you? You made people around you comfortable by just being you. Faintly, you felt your phone start to buzz in your pocket, your shaky hands scrambling to fish it out. They were all texts from your brothers.
Wilby
(Y/n) I heard what happened
Are you okay????
Please answer me
Where are you
Technology Sword
Iâm gonna kill them
I swear to god theyâre dead
Blood for the blood god
(Y/n)
Pls dont do anything or hurt anyone
Iâm fine
Iâll see you two after practice
Wilby
Tell us where you are
(Y/n)
Iâm fine
Iâll see you two after practice
You silenced your phone and put it back into your pocket, once again feeling yourself start to dry heave again. Your sobs and gags echoed throughout the bathroom. This is by far the worst panic attack youâve had yet, and it doesnât seem like itâs gonna stop anytime soon. You heard the final bell ring and students start to rush to their lockers to get home, so you tried to muffle your shaking sobs the best you could. You had at least an hour before you had to go to volleyball practice. Until then, you would stay in the bathroom trying to ground yourself.Â
Luckily, you managed to calm down to the point where you stopped crying and dry heaving. You were only shaking slightly. You felt numb and completely drained from your panic attack, practice today was going to be a struggle. You cautiously walked through the empty hallways jumping at every little noise. When you finally reached the locker room, you made a beeline past Zara and Jazzy to your locker. You pulled out your uniform and changed in one of the bathroom stalls.
Practice went by with the girls on the team giving you sympathetic looks and Haley ignoring you. Not that you noticed, you were ignoring everyone and putting all of your focus on the ball. The entire practice, you felt light headed and drained. Fortunately, practice ended right as you felt like you were going to pass out.
You changed as fast as you could and pulled out your phone.
Dadza
Come outside, Iâm here to pick you up
You felt a dread pool in your stomach as you stared at the text. Did he find out? Was he going to kick you out for being gay? Wilbur and Techno wouldnât let him do that to you, right? Reluctantly, you left the sanctuary of the bathroom stall and rushed out of the locker room and out of the school. Sure enough, your dadâs car was parked in the parking lot. You glanced over to where Haleyâs car was parked last night and saw glimpses of you and her chasing each other and laughing into the night sky without a care in the world before you ripped your gaze away to stare at your walking feet.
You reached your dadâs car and sat in the passenger seat. Your dad grinned at you. âHey hun, how was practice?â
You merely shrugged your shoulders at him. You didnât have the energy to talk to anyone at the moment. You felt extremely drained.
âWhatâs wrong, did something happen? You can talk to me.â
â...Iâm just sad that the seasonâs over tomorrow.â
âDonât be sad kid,â a gruff voice coming from behind you made you jump. âThatâs pussy shit.â
You yelped and whipped your head around to look at whoever said that. Your uncleâs cocky grin greeted you. You felt yourself grin back at him.Â
âUncle Schlatt!â
âThe one and only.â
âHow was your business trip? Youâre home early.â
He rolled his eyes, âboring as hell. Iâm so fucking glad I got out early, I woulda blew my brains out if I had to stay there any longer.â
âSchlatt!â Philza reprimanded him, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.
âWhat? Iâm just telling the truth. I woulda!â He defended himself.
Your dad gripped the steering wheel. âYou didnât have to say it in front of (y/n).â
Schlatt scoffed, âplease, sheâs heard me say worse.âÂ
As they bickered, you felt yourself zone out as you looked out the window. Houses and street signs passed by in a blur as the car moved down the road and pulled into your driveway. You got out as quickly as you could and made your way into the house alongside your uncle and dad. As soon as your uncle walked through the door, Tubbo barrelled into him and pulled him into a tight hug. Schlatt laughed loudly and bent over to pick him up into a hug. You smiled at the father and son as Philza gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen. He opened the oven to check on something cooking inside of it and turned to face you, leaning against the counter.
âSo whatâs really wrong?â
âI already told you, Iâm sad the seasonâs almost over.â
âItâs something more than that,â as you opened your mouth he quickly added, âand you canât say that itâs because youâre tired. I wasnât born yesterday.â
You sighed and mimicked his actions. â...Itâs just been a long day. I really donât wanna talk about it.â
Without warning, he pulled you into a warm hug, your face being shoved into his shoulder and him rubbing circles into your back. âThatâs okay, just talk to me when youâre ready. I wonât push you.â
That broke you. Throwing your arms around him, you started to sob into his shoulder. He started to rock you back and forth whispering reassurances into your ear.Â
âThatâs good, let it all out.â
âI love you so much.â
âIâm here for you.â
With each sentence to fall out of his mouth, you felt more at ease and safe. Your dad always did a great job at making people feel safe, that was just his natural talent. After a while, you pulled away from him.
âDo you feel better?â
You smiled tiredly at him, âYeah, I really needed a hug.â
He turned around to check on dinner, âI bet, you look like youâve been to hell and back. You donât have to tell me what happened, but just know that Iâm always here for you and I love you.â
The rest of the family flooded the kitchen after a while of you two talking. Dinner went by with Schlatt laughing loudly and telling stories about the people he met on his business trip. Every now and then, Wilbur and Techno would glance at you, but you ignored them. You just wanted dinner to end so you could pass out in your bed. Once dinner was over, you helped your dad gather everybodyâs plate and put them into the sink. The rest of your little family went to the living room to start a game of Monopoly. The last time you all played that ended in fresh bruises and shed tears.
âI think Iâm gonna go to bed, I have to get some rest for finals tomorrow.â
âBut (y/n), itâs Monopoly! You love Monopoly,â Tommy exclaimed.
âThatâs alright, you look dead on your feet kid. Go get some sleep.â
âThanks Uncle Schlatt. Goodnight everyone, love ya.â
A flurry of goodnights and love youâs follow you as you leave the room and drug yourself up the stairs. Without a second thought, you closed your curtains and plopped face first onto your bed. You passed out without even making sure you were fully on your bed.
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if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k
Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.
paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff
Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday
Plick, plick, plick
My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didnât hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.
Plick, plick, plick
I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with âLoded Diperâ clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.
I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.
âY/N!â He whisper-yelled
âEvening, Heffley.â
âI need to tell you something!â
âWhatâs so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?â
His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, âCome on up.â
I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldnât approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.
âHey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?â I asked
âI got Loded Diper into a contest.â
My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriendâs rock band, wasnât exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his momâs insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.
âYou did?! Thatâs awesome Rodrick!â
âYeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, weâre going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!â His eyes sparkled in excitement.
His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. âIâm proud of you Rod.â I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.
âHey,â he said, breaking the hug. âIâm having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?â
âSure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?â I shrugged.
He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. Thatâs one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. Weâve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?
The ringing of Rodrickâs phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.
âYeah, mom? Mom...Iâm in the middle of something. Iâll do laundry later, ok? Now? Câmon⌠Alright, fine. Bye.â He hung up. âSorry, I gotta blast.â
âItâs fine, Iâll see you tomorrow?â I asked him as he started toward my window.
He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest weâve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.
âTomorrowâ
~~â°â°â°~~
14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon
âShould we take it from the top?â
Practice wasnât going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitaristâs fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrickâs dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of âbrother-to-brother bonding time.â Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.
âOh thank god, it's done.â Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.
Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, âShut up.â
âBoth of you, be nice.â I laughed. âI think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.â
âGood idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!â The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, âIâm free!â
Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.
âYou ok, Rod?â I asked him.
He sighed, ânervesâ
I leaned my head on his chest, âYouâre gonna do great, youâve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!â
He smiled at me, âYou know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?â
âOh god. What?â
A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. Iâll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. Iâll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasnât worked.
âI might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.â He whispered to me.
I rolled my eyes, âIf thatâs what it takes then I think youâll lose the competition.â
He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. âWorth a try.â He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.
Maybe I should just say yes.
~~â°â°â°~~
The Day of the Contest
For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the âkiss-bargainâ joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.
I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted âLoded Diperâ on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and⌠the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, theyâre here. The white van with âLoded Diperâ written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.
The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. âGet in.â
~~â°â°â°~~
30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms
It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, heâs been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.
âRodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?â
âHuh?â He didnât take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.
I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, âEyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!â
He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, âYeah. Yeah sure.â
Iâve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.
âClose your eyes.â I ordered.
As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. Iâm pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasnât as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.
âDoneâ
He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?
Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, âCat got your tongue?â
I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. âShut up.â I said, playfully punching him.
~~â°â°â°~~
â5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!â A man exclaimed to us.
Rodrick was as nervous as ever. Weâve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.
Now or never Y/NâŚ
âHey, you said that if I kiss you, you wonât be as nervous. Right?â
He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.
I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.
His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.
How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.
âHey, Rodrick.â
âYeah?â
âIf you win Iâll kiss you againâ
We both knew I would kiss him regardless.
I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)
please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that
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zephyr
(n) a gentle breeze
pairing: seo changbin x female reader (hwang hyunjin x female reader)
genre: rebound to fwb to dumbasses to lovers(?), college!au, undergroundrappers!3racha
warnings: angst: mentions of infidelity, heartbreak and abuse, seemingly unrequited love, they are both so dumb and prideful its annoying, fluff, bad attempt at comedy, minsung on the side, cursing, alcohol consumption, smut: protected piv, oral (f), studio sex, praise, mild degradation, hair pulling, mild spanking
wc: 10k
enjoy <3
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September
"y/n?" you hear your roommates faint voice calling out your name.
You dont bother to answer because you know she's going to come into your room at any second now.
And you're right. "y/n??" Your door opens a few seconds later.
You groan in response, not looking up and instead staying in your little cocoon of blankets.
"no babygirl what are you doing?" you feel the bed shift under lias weight when she sits down.
"what does it look like i'm doing?" you grumble back, her hand gently rubbing over your arm.
"sulking, babe" she replies, dropping her purse to the ground.
"10 points for griffyndor" you sniffle as you scooch and sit up, pushing the blankets half off of you at which she sighs.
"wooyoung was not that good of a boyfriend for you to still be crying over him" lia presses her lips together concernedly.
She's right, you know it. It has almost been two months and you still feel like crying everytime someone mentions him.
"i know" you nod somewhat defeatedly "still, i was with him for almost a year and" you hiccup "he literally ripped my heart out and trampled on it"
"i know" lia nods understandingly "but i do think it would help if you went out again, even if its just for a night, you know just to be around people"
"it probably would but i just dont have the energy for it" you shrug your shoulders.
"i get it, girl, i really do" she pats your knee "both of my exes cheated on me, my only luck was that they were both awful at hiding it so i found out pretty quickly" she huffs.
You force out a chuckle, from what you heard from one of the girls that wooyoung cheated on you with, was that it started 3 months into your relationship.
"this the most humiliating thing ever, lia" you scoff "being with someone for so long, trusting them and telling them all your secrets and you think they are doing the same for you but then realizing that they were faking it all along to have multiple side chicks, and the fact that i was too oblivious to figure it out is the icing on the cake" you rub your forehead, feeling a migrane approach due to the sheer amount of crying you've been doing.
She seems to know what's happening and hands you the water bottle next to your bed "hydrate, sis"
So, you do. Taking four big gulps out of the water bottle.
Once you place the bottle next to you and tie your hair in a messy bun, you look at your roommate more thuroughly now that the tears are wiped away.
"you look pretty" you compliment her makeup and casual yet chic outfit "what'd you do tonight?"
Her contagious grin spreads over her face, eyes turning into little crescents.
"chris took me to the fair in town" lia grins before her face drops "I'm sorry, this is maybe not the time to ta-"
"No! It is, tell me about it" you interrupt her.
"O-okay" she nods hesitantly "well, i dont know if you've been keeping track but today was our fourth date and it was amazing" she gushes.
"I cant believe how much i like him, like, its crazy" she squeals a little, at which you giggle.
"so, fourth date huh? And he hasnt tried to get into your pants yet?" you quip.
"nope, i initiated our first kiss and other than that nothing" she whispers the last words before laughing.
"thats great" you smile, genuinely happy for her.
"Hmm yea" she sings as she gets up "i'll go to bed now too"
"Oh, hey, i have an idea" lia speaks up when standing in your doorway "chris has this performance thingy in two days, you should totally come!" she offers enthusiastically.
"he has a band?" you ask, partly to distract her from her offer.
"Hmm not really a band, they're a trio and there is this performance on saturday where a bunch of underground artists perform, i didnt fully listen if im honest" she giggles "but you should come with me!!" she jumps excitedly.
"i dont kno-"
"y/n pleasee? You'd do me a huge favor too because i dont know anyone there" lia pleads, clutchig her hands together.
"you know chris" you rebuttal.
"and what am i supposed to do when he's performing? stand around like an idiot? please y/n" she pouts.
"I dont really think this is my type of crowd..." you scratch your head.
"please please please" she jumps once more.
You sigh and tilt your head as you look at her sternly.
"one of his friends is single" she adds carefully.
"and cute" she sings "from what ive seen in pictures" she adds.
"lia" you groan.
"I'll do your laundry for two weeks if you come with me"
"you will?" Your head snaps towards her.
"yes i will! i promise, just come with me, please?"
A long sigh leaves your lips "okay"
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The strong bass of the loud music rings in your chest as soon as you step foot into the club where â3rachaâ is supposed to be performing tonight.
Lia comes to a halt and you almost run into her because you were to busy checking out the venue and the other people around you.
âsorryâ you mumble and hold onto her arm to avoid getting lost in the crowd.
She pulls out her phone and clicks on her and hers and chrisâs chat, to figure out where to meet them, you assume.
âokayâ lia puts her phone back into her jeans pocket and grabs your hand âtheyâre backstage, lets goâ
âcan we just go there?â you almost yell for her to understand what youâre saying.
âyea! Chris said heâll make sure weâll get in, come onâ she tugs at your hand for you to walk faster.
You waddle behind her, barely dodging some drunk guys beer that goes flying before you arrive at the sign that says âartists onlyâ and a black curtain behind it.
The guy standing infront of it raises a brow at the two of you before pointing at said sign âread ladies, no fans allowedâ
âhey, theyâre with meâ a guy, you assume to be chris, taps on his shoulder and shows his artists badge, half of his body still covered by the curtain.
The bigger guy sighs and lets you through.
âthank youâ lia lets go of your hand to loop her arms around chrisâs neck once behind the curtain, they kiss and you look around.
Not because you are particularly uncomfortable, maybe still just a little bitter at happy couples.
You audibly clear your throat when they are still making out after a good ten seconds.
âoh-uhmâ lia looks back at you after breaking the kiss âchris, this is y/n, y/n, chrisâ she giggles.
âhi y/n, nice to meet youâ he gives you a quick hug and a smile full of dimples, finally understanding why your roommate is always swooning about him.
âhiâ you smile back, somewhat forced.
âlets go to our dressingroomâ chris suggests and leads the way.
Opening the door, he lets you and lia walk in first.
One guy is dancing around in the middle of the room, singing along to the current song thatâs being played in the background with a water bottle as a pretend mic.
Another is one sitting on the small couch and laughing at him.
âoh, hiâ the guy stops singing and quickly hides the bottle behind himself at which chris chuckles.
âguys, this is lia and y/nâ chris points at the two of you before closing the door behind him.
âooo the lia?â the waterbottle guy wiggles his eyebrows, at which you cant help but laugh as well, he isnât very tall but looks lean.
âwhat is the lia supposed to mean?â lia laughs when chris comes up and slings an arm around her waist from behind her.
âI..well-I talk about you sometimes-â
âsometimes my assâ the guy sitting on the couch scoffs amusedly, your eyes shift to him.
Heâs wearing a white baseball cap and a pretty tight fitted black Versace shirt, making his shoulders and arms look broad.
His hands clad in black half-gloves, he adjusts his cap before locking eyes with you and quickly looking down again.
âchannie hyung mustâve forgotten his manners, Iâm jisungâ the waterbottle guy speaks up âand thatâs changbin hyungâ he points at the most intimidating-looking of the three of them, on the couch.
âchannie?â lia squeals as she sits down with chris on the couch changbin is sitting on as well, jisung coming up to you.
âhey, you want something to drink?â he asks, pointing at the mini bar feigning cockiness  âwe have a mini barâ
âwoowâ you chuckle, playing along âsure Iâd love a drinkâ
âhow come weâve never met on campus before?â jisung asks after mixing you a vodka soda and sitting down on the second couch in the room.
âoh, you all go to uni here as well?â you ask surprisedly as you sit down next to him..
âyeaâ he grins âthatâs how we all metâ he points at lia and chris almost sitting on top of each other âand those twoâ
âoh I didnât even know thatâ you take a sip, trying to loosen up âI guess I wasnât listening when she was ranting on about himâ
Jisung laughs and changbin joins the two of you as he sits down next to jisung.
âthey just started calling each other bubs I feel like throwing upâ changbin groans as he drinks from his beer.
You huff before jisung speaks again, looking from his friend back to you âheâs usually more romanticâ he quips.
âI betâ you joke with him.
âyupâ changbin locks eyes with you âthatâs why Iâm single, Iâm just too romanticâ he shakes his head sarcastically.
âoohâ you squint your eyes âemotional unavailability? love that in a manâ you grin, at which his eyebrow quirks up amusedly.
âspeaking of man, did minho hyung text you when heâd be here?â jisung asks his friend.
âyea he said heâll be here in 5 and that you should finally buy a new phoneâ changbin answers, reading it from his phone at which jisung scoffs before turning to you.
âminho is my boyfriendâ he explains âheâs hotâ he grins at which you laugh âI betâ
âso, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?â jisung asks after taking a sip of his drink
ânot anymoreâ you scoff, jisung inhales excitedly âguess what, changbin is single as wellâ he grins from ear to ear, comically looking back and forth between you two.
âoh, please dont start like liaâ you chuckle, leaning forwards to lock eyes with changbin âno offense, but I only attract assholesâ
He shakes his head, amusedly raising his brows ânone takenâ he grins at which you huff before a young woman comes into their dressing room to tell them theyâre up next.
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Back in the crowd, you and lia find a good place just as the lights dim and the music begins to play.
Suddenly you feel someone run into your side âwoah Iâm sorryâ he quickly apologizes âthis guy pushed meâ he looks behind him.
âits alrightâ you nod, loud enough for him to hear.
Once they come outside, the crowd goes wild.
âjisungieeeâ the guy next to you all over sudden screams, you have to smile when looking at him.
âare you minho by any chance?â you ask him.
He nods aggressively âyea! do you know jisung?â
âI just met him backstageâ you yell over the loud bass.
Minho laughs and nods before the bass drops and chris starts the first verse.
âheâs great right?â lia screams into your ear when the first chorus ends.
âyeaâ you nod, actually surprised at how good their music is, now understanding as to why the crowd loves them so much.
Changbin starts his verse and suddenly you feel somewhat entranced, his voice is rough and his bars are hard, definitely fitting his appearance but what entices you is the passion with which he appears to be performing.
Throughout their whole performance you cant take your eyes off him, the way his arms flex when he grips onto the microphone a little harder or the way his jugular sticks out when he growls into the microphone.
Not to mention the thighs you somehow didnât notice in their dressing room, you watch them strain against his leather pants and feel even hotter suddenly.
Their last song ends and lia is quick to be in your ear about going backstage to chris again.
âoh you know chan hyung?â minho overhears and chimes in.
âyea sheâs his dateâ you point at your overly excited roommate.
âchangbin just texted and said theyâre upstairs in the vip lounge, come with meâ the brunette holds out his hand for you to take, which you do and grab lia with the other one.
âdo you know where youâre going?â you ask minho after a minute of pressing yourself along sweaty dancing bodies.
âyea! theyâre here a lotâ he yells back âits right over thereâ he points to a flight of stairs where yet another bouncer is standing in front of.
âhey minhoâ the bouncer greats him with a fist bump âthese girls are with you?â he points at lia and you.
âyeaâ he nods.
âtrying something new, I seeâ he laughs atw hich you frown.
âoh, nonoâ minho chuckles uncomfortably âIâm still with jisungâ
âah-alright well, have funâ the bouncer moves after looking you all up and down, letting you walk up the stairs.
âwow, youâre famousâ lia giggles at which minho huffs and shakes his head amusedly âyea, for being the only non-straight person they knowâ
âbabyâ you see jisung jump up from his seat in the spacious lounge as soon as you enter.
âhiiâ minho holds out his arms for him to run into, you cant stop yourself from smiling when you see jisung jump into his boyfriends arms.
âlia, y/n come over hereâ chris waves at the two of you.
âyou were so good, babyâ you hear minho praise jisung behind you as you walk over to the large round sitting booth where chan and changbin are sitting.
Lia slides into the booth and cuddles into chans side âyou were awesomeâ she squeals as you sit down on the other end and grab a fresh glass from the middle of the round table, holding it next to changbins where heâs pouring cherry vodka into.
âcan i get some?â you ask, he glances at you and smirks before silently filling your glass with a double shots worth of the slightly rosy liquid.
âso, how did you like it?â he asks as he leans back, taking a swing of his drink.
âyou guys were really goodâ you nod âto be honest I didnât expect such high quality musicâ
He laughs, leaning his head back a little, his adams apple bopping with it.
You cant help but notice the sheer sheen of sweat that expands over his thick neck, obviously coming from their escapades on stage just now.
âwhat did you expect? a bunch of drunks playing wonderwall on the guitar for more drunks?â he grins, straight white teeth on display.
âhey, donât come for wonderwallâ you raise your hand jokingly at which he laughs.
âI wouldnât dareâ he raises his hands comically.
âheyâ you whip your head around to see jisung and minho âscoot, pleaseâ jisung speaks again.
âoh-yeaâ you grab your drink and scoot further into the half circle-shaped booth.
âso what do you study?â changbin asks, his voice catches you off guard because you hadnât calculated how close youâre sitting to him.
You turn to him to realise youâre close enough to smell his perfume and aftershave.
âuh- I- artâ you answer shakily before taking a sip of your drink just to pull a face afterwards.
âjesus christâ you cough a little and hold your chest as changbin laughs.
âits stronger than youâd thinkâ he grins âcan you handle it?â he teases when your eyes get a little watery.
You stare at him for a second before playfully rolling your eyes âim goodâÂ
His eyes trace over your face as you look around before he breaks the silence âi can get you something else if you wantâ he offers.
âoh-uh no, Iâm just being dramatic its fineâ you chuckle.
âso...what do you study?â you change the topic.
âIâm majoring in musicâ he says, stretching out his arms over the backrest âall three of us areâ
âoh, so you like, produce all your own stuff?â you ask, your eyes jumping to where his forearm touches your shoulder, thatâs leaning against the backrest.
âyea, channie hyung composes the most, me and ji write a lotâ he explains,
âthats really coolâ you nod, looking over to the mentioned guy.
Changbin follows your eyes and huffs when the both of you see him and your roommate sucking face again.
After a few seconds they stop and giggle before standing up to go somewhere.
âwhere are they going?â you huff.
âI guess they want some alone timeâ he chuckles, lifting the arm close to you to take off the cap heâs still wearing.
You flinch when his forearm brushes your shoulder.
âare you scared of me?â he asks slowly, stopping his movements, cap still in hand.
âno- noâ you shake your head, chuckling âI- its just been a while since Iâve gone out and I donât knowâ you shrug âI feel a little lostâ
âhmâ changbin cocks his brow at your words, running one hand through his dark brown locks.
You divert your eyes from his bulging bicep back to his face quickly when he speaks again.
âany reason why?â he leans back again.
âoh, just a shitty ex and a shitty breakupâ you shrug âIâm gonna spare you the detailsâ
âaw, no please, tell me he had a small dick and everything, now im investedâ he jokes.
You tsk at him and push his arm playfully, feigning annoyance.
âthat still doesnât answer my question as to why you jumped like that when my arm touched youâ changbin raises his brows expectantly.
You open your mouth to speak but-
âweâll go get some more to drinkâ minho interrupts you at which changbin nods.
âso?â he asks again, once minho and jisung leave.
âdid that ex hit you? give me his address Iâll beat him up for youâ changbin deadpans.
ânoâ you shake your head after taking another sip âhe didnâtâ you huff incredulously.
âits just- you look kinda scaryâ you blurt out finally.
His eyes widen before he falls into a boyish laughter, which you cant help but join.
âme?â he points at himself before laughing again, the image you had made up in your mind about him cracking.
âyea!â you raise your brows âwhen you look like thisâ you furrow your brows and lightly squint your eyes to mimic his resting bitch face.
âwhat the-â he splutters laughingly.
âstoop, donât laughâ you hold onto his forearm, still giggling yourself.
He calms himself, subconsciously scooting closer to you in the now empty booth.
âmaybe scary wasnât the right wordâ you snicker, looking down.
âI think the word you were looking for was: sexy, hot or mysterious, maybe handsome-â he quips, grinning to himself when you start laughing again.
âno, no, I know what I meantâ you joke back, just now noticing how close he is, his knee touching yours as his whole torso is turned to you.
âso none of my suggestions are accurate?â he cheekily raises one brow at which you scoff playfully.
âmaybe one or twoâ you see his eyes jump to your lips.
The air suddenly feels thick around you with tension, changbins tongue darting out to wet his plump bottom lip while his eyes are still locked on yours.
You breathe in before the two of you lock eyes again "soâŚare you gonna kiss me, or just stare?"
He raises his brows at your sudden boost of confidence, grinning amusedly.
"what happened to me being scary?" he counters before urging you to swing one leg over his thighs with gentle hands.
You take a seat on his lap, straddling his thick thighs before looping your arms around his neck "i dont know, i think i'm into it" you quip.
His hands wander up your waist "well then i wont make you wait any longer" he grins, looking at your lips one last time before closing the gap inbetween you two.
You meet him in the middle, changbins grip on your waist tightens when his plush lips land on yours.
He pulls you closer to him, pushing his tongue past the seam of your lips.
You can taste the cherry vodka on his tongue but it riles you up even more, sucking at the wet muscle before his hands wander over the swell of your ass and each grab a handful of the flesh; your short skirt riding up when you subconsciously grind against his lap.
âbe carefulâ he mumbles against your lips, gently tugging down the piece of fabric so you donât expose yourself to bywalkers.
âwhereâs the fun in that?â you cock your head to the side teasingly.
Changbin scoffs and leans in again but you get interrupted by jisung.
âhey, we-ohâ you whip your head around.
Jisungs frown turns into a grin âuhâ he chuckles âwe dont mean to interrupt but chan hyung texted minho and theyâre going to your placeâ he points at you.
âugh, seriously?â you mutter.
âIâm sleeping at minhos so, hyung youâll have our place to yourselfâ he winks at changbin.
âso, weâre out too, have fun you guysâ minho waves teasingly as jisung drags him away.
For a second you stare after them, until a gentle squeeze at your waist makes you turn around again.
âyou could come over to my place if you donât want to go to yours right nowâ he offers, eyes flickering to your lips when you bite at your lower one.
-
This is usually like not you, letting some guy you barely know take you home.
But here you are the next morning, looking up at the ceiling, changbins room flooded with daylight.
You sit up and look at the still unconscious changbin next to you. His blanket had fallen down and exposes his toned torso, barely covering his private parts.
A tingle forms in your lower abdomen when you think of what happened here a few hours ago.
But you pull yourself together and start looking around for your clothes.
You spot your bra on his desk and your skirt and shoes on the floor, gently shimmying out from underneath the blanket; you grab your skirt and slide it on without your panties, not being able to find them anywhere.
Right as you clasp your bra behind your back, changbins morning voice makes you flinch âyou wouldâve just snuck out?â he grumbles, rubbing his eyes as you look back at him.
âwhat? did you take me for a breakfast lover?â you quip as you slide into your shoes, looking around for your shirt.
âdamn, thatâs coldâ he chuckles lowly, sitting up and watching you stride around his room.
âwhere did you put my shirt?â you ask, bending down to look under his desk.
âmaybe you should worry about your panties firstâ he snickers, eyes glued to your core when you look back at him.
You kiss your teeth and straighten up quickly, having forgotten about your lack of underwear.
ânot that that wasnât a great view just now-â
âyouâre not helpingâ you interrupt him, eyes lighting up when you spot your shirt in the hallway.
âwhy so serious all over sudden?â he grins âlast night you were everything but tenseâ
You scoff as you pull your shirt over your head and stuff it into your skirt before grabbing your purse and phone.
âI have an exam in 2 days and I havenât studied yetâ you exhale.
âI could drive you home-â he runs a hand through his messy hair.
âIâll call a cab, uhm- thanks for last nightâ you hurriedly smile before walking out.
âbyeâ changbin calls after you, frowning and dropping back down onto his bed when he hears the door shut behind you âhave a nice day I guessâ he mumbles to himself.
 October
You cling your jacket closer to your body as you walk through the howling wind the seasonal change had brought with it.
When you arrive at lias faculty building you take out your phone to see if she texted you about when her lecture would be over.
lia : hey babe, chris took me to his place -received at 4:17 pm
You roll your eyes, typical you think.
you : are you serious? you begged me to walk home with you -sent at 4:25 pm
You see her the little blue bubble pop up, indicating that sheâs writing a message.
lia : im sorry!! please donât be mad, he surprised me :((( -received at 4:25 pm
You scoff and turn off your phone before slipping it in your coats pocket alongside your hands. Typical, you think, ever since that night at the club the two of them have become inseparable and lia cancelling on you had become a regular thing. You are happy for her but you also miss your friend.
ây/n?â a familiar voice calls after you right as you start to walk away, you freeze and turn around.
âyea?- ohâ you swallow harshly when you see changbin walk your way.
âheyâ he smiles brightly and you have to bite back a grin at the cute beanie heâs sporting alongside his slightly red nose due to the cold weather.
âhiâ you smile timidly.
âyou never textedâ he tilts his head at which you nod.
âyea, sorry I actually never got your numberâ you look at the ground âuh- what are you doing here?â
âoh um im on my way to the studioâ he points at a nearby building âthatâs the music facultyâ
âah okay, wellâ you lock eyes âhave fun thenâ you turn around again, ready to walk away.
âheyâ he catches up with you âyou wanna join me? check out some of our new stuff?â he burries his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.
âI donât know, changbin I really donât want to date right now-â you start at which he chuckles.
âI didnât ask you to marry meâ he stops in his tracks, grinning when you do as well, locking eyes âcome on, I just need an unbiased opinion on some new tracksâ he tilts his head.
You inhale before looking around you âI could drive you home after? So you donât have to walk through this weather?â he offers, raising his brows at which you purse your lips.
âalrightâ you give in, changbin smiles and extends his elbow for you to hold.
You simper and coyly hook your hand around his arm as the two of you start walking.
-
âthis is awesome!â you point to his laptop a minute after he played the first song for you.
Changbin grins bashfully and leans back into his desk chair âyou think?â
âyea, the hook is super catchyâ you bob your head as his eyes fix on your profile âyouâre really talented, changbinâ you catch him blushing before putting on another song.
After a few other songs, he takes off his headphones when you take off yours.
âcan I ask you something?â he asks, you glance at him.
âyou just didâ you quip at which he huffs, âsureâ you nod.
âhow much of that night do you remember?â he fiddles with one of the rings on his left hand.
âwhy?â you ask back.
âwell, you seemed really upset the next morning so I got kind of scared that you didnât actually want it and I kind of took advantage of youâ he recalls the night the two of you spent together.
âoh, no. you didnât take advantage of me, I wasnât even  drunk and I wouldâve told you if I had changed my mind or something. That was just the first time I ever spent the night at a guys house for a one night standâ you absently pick off some fuzzies from your jeans.
âplus I had just come out of a relationship so I was a little too emotional anywaysâ you chuckle.
âalrightâ changbin nods âjust wanted to make sureâ he smiles down at his hands âcause I remember all of itâ
You whip your head, scoffing when you see him with a shit eating grin on his face.
âhmâ you feign ignorance as you lean back âI donât know, there wasnât a lot to rememberâ you grin mischievously.
He laughs out loud, leaning forwards âno?â
You shake your head, pursing your lips comically ânahâ
âcause I remember you shaking and screamingâ he grins.
You shrug your shoulders âweird, mustâve faked itâ you deadpan, fiddling with the headphones youâre still holding.
Changbins tongue prods on the inside of his cheek, huffing when he catches you grinning.
ârightâ he grins slumping into his seat a little further.
A thought flashes in your head when your gaze drops to his crotch and thick thighs, you swallow some spit in frustration as you feel your core getting hotter.
He was right, the night was amazing, maybe that was even part of the reason you stormed out the way you did.
You clench your thighs for some relief, anything really.
âwant me to refresh your memory?â your eyes jump up to meet his, you open your mouth but nothing comes out; do you want him to?
Yes. Yes you do.
So, you get up and straddle him on his chair: his hands instantly gripping at your hips, pulling you closer.
âsomeones eagerâ he grins, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.
âshut upâ you whisper before crashing your lips onto his.
Changbin groans when you tug at his hair, inviting you to slip your tongue in between his lips and grind your hips over his crotch.
He hisses before propping himself up on one armrest and holding your lower back with the other as he stands up; you squeal but he holds you before sitting you back down on the desk, next to his laptop.
ânow whoâs eagerâ you grin when his hands find the waistband of your leggings and tug them down with your panties in one.
He huffs as he bunches your leggings and panties around your ankles before slipping underneath the fabric barrier and inbetween your legs.
âby the looks of it..â he runs a finger through your wet folds âstill youâ he quips before pushing one finger in without warning.
You moan, you head dropping back onto the hard wooden surface.
âlook at meâ changbin orders as a second finger prods at your entrance, you whimper but prop yourself up on your elbows.
He curls the two fingers and pumps them almost violently, the palm of his hand smacking your clit with every pump.
âoh god-â you yelp, your eyes scrunching together as your hips buck up.
âits changbin but god is fine tooâ he quips as he lowers his head, you curse at him, even though you have to laugh a little.
âyouâre so annoy-ah!â you cry out because suddenly his tongue is lapping over your swollen clit, sucking on it forcefully when you claw one hand into his already messed up dark locks.
âfuck-bin- gonna cumâ your hips stutter and you feel the pleasure thatâs blooming in your tummy is getting ready to snap.
âmmhâ he humms against you âcum then, babyâ he moans, knowing full well what the added vibrations are doing to your body when your chest arches and your mouth drops open.
Your cries fill the studio as you clamp down on his fingers; he rides your through your high, holding down your hips with his unoccupied hand because you squirm with the euphoria thatâs filling your veins.
âgood girlâ he mumbles, removing his fingers from you before bringing them up to your lips ânow, suck them clean for me, yea?â he grins, lips and chin shiny with your cum.
-
âfinallyâ you huff when arriving at 3rachas lounge in a club out of town; where they had just performed âthis club is hugeâ you breathe, jisung scooting and changbin letting you squeeze past him to take a seat in between them as they chuckle.
Lia and chan already lost in their own world again as she drags him to the dancefloor, squealing when chan teasingly squeezes her sides as they disappear into the crowd.
âthey are made for each otherâ minho sighs, sitting down and giving jisung the second beer from his hands.
âI know rightâ you lean back, breathing in.
âyouâre still out of breath?â changbin laughs at you at which you hit his arm.
âstop it, oh my godâ you feign annoyance âyou know how exhausting it is to dodge beer bottles and not loose lia? sheâs like a Chihuahua, I swear, you loose her once and its overâ you chuckle, jisung and minho laughing too.
âyou just donât have any endurance, womanâ changbin grins teasingly.
âthatâs so not trueâ you laugh incredulously âwhat about two nights ago-â
âAH-â jisung interrupts you, placing his hands over his ears âplease spare us your sex stories, I hear enough of that when youâre over, babeâ
You huff and changbins cheeks turn red.
âyou guys are fucking?â minho asks, eyebrows raised as he takes a swing of his beer.
âgood job keeping up, babyâ jisung pats his boyfriends thigh teasingly at which he tsks at him.
âare you together or what?â minho props his elbow on the table to support his chin with his hand as he looks at the two of you expectantly.
âno, weâre notâ you chuckle somewhat uncomfortably before looking over at changbin who just grins awkwardly.
âjust here to be a good friend and keep the groupies awayâ you joke âright?â you nudge changbin with your elbow at which he nods swiftly, looking down again.
âyea, baby donât be so old fashionedâ jisung teases his boyfriend who just rolls his eyes playfully.
âspeaking of groupiesâ minho mutters, spotting a group of girls just before they approach the lounge.
âhey jisungie, you wanna dance?â a pretty blonde girl bats her eyelashes as she leans down a bit to expose more of her cleavage, making jisung grin.
âbaby, youâre gorgeous but Iâm very gayâ he nods apologetically, âOhâ she straightens up âreally? You sure?â
You and changbin have to bite back a laugh when jisung nods again âvery sure, thanks though, for comingâ
She shrugs and looks at changbin âwhat about you? Wanna dance?â
âuh-â changbin starts but you cut him off âheâs with me actuallyâ you tilt your head.
âfor real?â she stems her hands into her hips as she looks back at her posse, scoffing.
âyeaâ changbin loops his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him âthatâs my girl, so a little respect, pleaseâ
âawwâ you coo dramatically as you play along, putting your hand on his jaw to turn his head towards you before you lock lips.
âwhateverâ you faintly hear the girls voice get quieter when changbin slips his tongue in between your lips.
âtheyâre goneâ you hear minho but changbin pulls your legs to dangle over one of his thighs as he grips your waist.
âguysâ jisungs voice only registers in the back of your head when changbin sucks at your bottom lip and you run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.
âcan I get you some more beers?â the waitresses voice pulls the both of you out of your trance as you break the kiss abruptly.
Jisung laughs, shaking his head at the both of you before turning to the waitress âweâll take a round of shots I thinkâ
 November
 âfuck-harderâ you gasp â..mhh binnie-shitâ you moan while changbin pounds into you from behind, gripping your hip tighter with one of his hands; the other one migrating up your back to gather the legth of your hair, twisting them before he pulls at their root.
You groan when you feel your hair getting pulled back, neck stretching as he picks up his pace.
âlike this? fuck you love this donât you?â he breaths ragged, but you can hear the dirty smirk that lingers on his lips every time you have rough sex..
You moan out loudly when he releases your hair and pushes your torso down onto the mattress, your hand pulling at the sheets , needing something to grip and release the pleasure.
âfuck- answer me, slutâ he grunts and delivers a harsh slap to your ass.
You cry out âyes-yes-fuck-love itâ you desperately gasp as he leans down to you, earning a low chuckle which sends shivers down your back.
His lips latch onto your shoulder blade and start sucking on the skin until a purple mark blooms under his lips.
âfuckâ you let out a strangled yell when the hand on your hip makes its way to your front and he started circling your clit with his fingers, the pace and firmness matching his thrusts.
You cry out for him as you clench furiously around his cock âthatâs a good girlâ he whispers, only letting go of your clit when you flinch in overstimulation.
âcum for me- fuck baby, cum for me and let the others know whoâs fucking you this goodâ he rasps in your ear. Not 5 seconds later, your orgasm ripples through you and you wouldâve collapsed completely if he wasnât holding you up.
Youâre still panting when both of his hands go back on your hips and push them down, laying you flat on the mattress before he picks up his pace again with his last left strength to reach his own high.
âshit- y/nâ he grunts when you tighten around him again and you feel him filling the condom with some drawn out groans and a sharp hiss.
After a few seconds of nothing but heavy breathing filling the room, he pulls out and falls next to you on his bed.
You wince at the soreness thatâs already presenting itself when you turn around on your back, looking over to him; you watch as he ties a knot in the condom and throws it into the trash next to his desk.
âkobe!â he exclaims gleefully at his perfect throw before looking back at you to see if you saw.
âjesus christ why am I sleeping with youâ you hold your hands over your face, hating the fact that it made you laugh.
He gasps, feigning to be offended âthatâs not how you speak to the guy that just made you cum three timesâ
âyou are so full of yourself, seo changbinâ you shake your head amusedly as you sit up.
âwait, Iâll clean you upâ changbin is quick to rise from his comfortable position to grab some tissues from his nightstand.
âcome hereâ he mumbles, gently urging you to lie back down before carefully wiping your own cum off your inner thighs and mound.
You watch him as he gently moves to wipe the tissue over your puffy folds, your hips jumping a little when he accidentally passes your clit.
âsorryâ he grins, pressing a kiss to your angled knee; at which you feel your heart lurch forward a bit.
Woah, wait.
Youâve been seeing changbin just for sex for almost two months now, youâve even gone with him other performances and after parties to keep groupies away and be his arm candy and never has your heart done this.
Mayday. Abort mission.
âshould be good for nowâ changbin shrugs, shooting you a sweet smile before turning away from you to also get rid of the tissues.
You use the opportunity to shuffle to the side of his bed and slip on your panties before grabbing your bra.
âhey, you wanna leave already?â changbin asks âI thought we could hangâ he tucks his hand under his head as you look back at him, clipping your bra closed âwatch a movie or somethingâ
âsorry, I promised lia Iâd help her clean the apartment todayâ you lie, surprisingly quick, before pulling your hoodie over your head.
âso youâre just gonna fuck me and leave again?â he jokes dramatically âI donât even get cuddles?â
âshut upâ you chuckle.
âam I nothing more to you than a pretty piece of meat?â he continues as you slip into your jeans, rolling your eyes playfully.
âa toy you use when you need stress relief??â he holds his chest dramatically.
You step into your shoes and raise your brows at him.
âare you complaining?â you ask playfully.
ânahhâ he pulls his covers over his abs as he watches you grab your jacket from his desk chair.
"At least give me a 'gopdbye, thanks for the bomb dick, kiss" He grins when you scoff at him. So, you lean over him and press a quick peck to his lips; he whines playfully when you lean back up again, sitting up and catching your lips with his roughly once more.
âalright, see yaâ you shrug."
And shit, your heart does it again. What are you doing?
You break the kiss and ruffle through his hair.
âughâ he huffs annoyedly, fixing his hair âI hope you have trouble walkingâ he quips as you go for the door.
âIâll text you if I donâtâ you wink at him before closing his door, leaning against it from the outside and closing your eyes.
âfuckâ you whisper to yourself before making your way through the guys apartment.
âdonât break his heart, y/nâ minhos voie comes from behind as you twist the doorknob.
âhuh?â you trun around to look at him, heâs wearing a shirt that you know to be jisungs so he must be staying over.
âIâve known changbin for a while, he seems tough but heâs a softie deep downâ he crosses his arms over his chest âhe hurts easier than you thinkâ
âwe- weâre both not in this for anything seriousâ you stammer âwhat do you mean?â
âI see the way he looks at you, y/nâ minho smiles softly âIâm not telling you how to live your life, just, be honest with him⌠and yourself for that matterâ he quirks one brow up, smiling before disappearing around the corner.
 -
 You squint your eyes as youâre trying to make out the label of the cereal boxes in the upper shelves, looking back at your phone you check to see what brand lia had texted you about so you donât accidentally buy the wrong thing.
âfuckâ you mumble when you see her desired cereal at the top of the shelf, so you reach up but to no avail.
ây/n?â you lower your heels to the floor again before turning around to seeâŚ
âhyunjin?â you face drops in awe.
âhey!â the tall young man smiles widely, opening his arms and inviting you to a hug.
âwow, hiâ you hug him back.
Damn, what happened to him? The last time you saw him was before he moved away in 10th grade.
You used to be good friends with him, or, well, the freakishly skinny and lanky highschool version of him you met in dance class.
By the feel of it, even through the trenchcoat heâs wearing, you can tell heâs bulked up quite a bit.
After letting go of him, you cant help but stare.
His acne had cleared up and his brown hair is chin length with the top parts pulled back into a little pony tail, leaving some face framing strands in the front.
âwow- you look-â you blink a few times to make sure youâre not dreaming ââŚreally good, hyunjinâ
He smiles on the ground, his pretty plump lips parting to reveal beautiful pearly whites which used to be covered by braces.
âso do youâ he grins.
âno- I mean you look⌠good-goodâ you splutter, laughing awkwardly âlike what are you a model now or something?â
âactually, yea- part timeâ he chuckles.
âohâ you huff  âwow of courseâ you shake your head laughingly, blushing furiously when he doesnât break eye contact.
âso- uhmâ you gulp, making him grin even wider âwhat are you doing here?â
âIâm transferring hereâ he nods âbetter dance programmeâ he explains shortly.
âoh you still danceâ you observe out loud âI havenât danced in a whileâ you look down.
âyou should come by after practice sometimeâ he offers âto catch up- or dance if you wantâ he giggles, a little dimple appearing on his left cheek.
âyea, Iâd love thatâ you smile, nodding before he takes out his phone.
âput in your number, Iâll text youâ he smiles softly when holding it out to you.
âmhmâ you agree, saving your number in his phone and trying not to think about him staring at you the whole time.
âalright wellâ he checks his phone for the time, you guess âI gotta get going, only came here for thisâ he chuckles, holding up a carton of milk that you, weirdly enough, havenât noticed until now.
âalrightâ you nod before he moves in for a hug again.
âbyeâ he smiles when loosening his arms again.
âbyeâ you mumble, staring at the back of his perfect head as he walks away.
You were about to pull out your phone and rant to lia about what just happened, when he stops in his tracks and turns around.
âalmost forgotâ he grins, reaching up and getting your cereal from the top shelf; winking when he places it in your hands, your body freezing.
âbyeâ he grins, walking away before you could thank him.
-
 You had taken hyunjin up on his offer and met him in the dance studio after class where he showed you some of his contemporary pieces before you made your way to the popular coffee shop on campus together.
â-no seriously the second piece was my favourite I think, but they were all amazing!â you smile up at him at which he shakes his head cutely.
âcan you stop complimenting me, y/n Iâm getting all nervousâ he laughs softly.
âoh pleaseâ you quip âwith your talent and looks I would think nothing could make you nervousâ you roll your eyes playfully.
Hyunjin huffs, opening the coffee shops door for you âyou canâ he says softly as you walk past him, you turn around to him to see him blush a litte but diverting his eyes to the big menu above the counter.
Did he just flirt with you? No, you must be tripping.
You look around to see only two other people sitting in one of the booths together, the cold must keep most people home, you think before hyunjin gently pulls at your sleeve to get your attention.
âwhat do you want?â he asks, the barista looking at you expectantly.
âuhm- a hot chocolate pleaseâ you say, reaching in your purse to get your wallet.
âIâll take the sameâ hyunjin smiles politely, giving the barista money.
âon meâ he smiles down at you.
âoh, thank youâ you smile sheepishly, letting go of your purse again.
Once your hot chocolates are ready, you sit down in one of the booths, hyunjin sliding in to sit across from you.
âI was back home last week before I came here, youâll never guess who I metâ hyunjin grins.
âwho?â you ask curiously.
âtimâ he grins.
âtim?â your eyes almost pop out of your head âas in my first boyfriend tim?â you laugh, holding your hand to your face incredulously.
âbut he moved away as well?â you half ask.
âyea he said he was visiting his grandparents, but guess the best partâ hyunjin bites his lip
âwhat?â you chuckle.
âhe got a nose jobâ hyunjin bites back a laugh when you gasp surprisedly âreally?â
âone wordâ hyunjin says âbotchedâŚâ
âaw no, poor timâ you frown, looking down at your hot drink as memories from back in the day come back to you.
âhe always used to put his hand up my shirt when huggingâ you frown, making hyunjin laugh.
âit was 9th grade y/n what did you expect?â you scoff at his rethorical question.
âI donât know, some basic manners maybe?â you counter playfullyâŚslowly letting the conversation die down as you both take sips from your cocoa.
âhow come we never dated?â he asks softly after aminute of silence, looking up at you.
âwe were friends?â you chuckle awkwardly.
âcome onâ hyunjin sits back in his booth âyou mustâve known I had the biggest crush on youâ
âyou did?â you almost launch forwards in your seat, making hyunjin laugh.
âwell, I guess you didnât know thenâ he giggles, hiding his face in his hands embarrassedly.
âanyways, I wouldâve paid good money to be able to slip my hand up your shirtâ he jokes, cheeks reddening when you laugh.
âI honestly liked you a lot back thenâ you say âif you wouldâve said something we mightâve actually gone outâ you shrug gently.
âdamn, way to rub that in my faceâ hyunjin grins.
You hold his eye contact for a few seconds before you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks again, quickly lifting up your mug to take a sip and partly cover your face.
When you put your mug back down, hyunjin grins widely, mumbling a âcuteâ before slowly bringing his hand to your chin and gently swiping his thumb over your top lip where a foam mustache had formed.
You gulp when he swiftly sucks the foam off his thumb, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.
When he notices, he leans over, slowly as if scared to overwhelm you.
Thatâs when minhos words pop up in the back of your head.
âbe honest with him, and yourself for that matterâ
But you arenât together, and hyunjin is great and you want to kiss him but you know it would be wrong.
However, before you know it his lips are on yours and youâre not doing anything to stop him.
They are soft and inviting and you let him swipe his tongue over the seam of your lips, but then the little doorbell rings and you hear lias voice, followed by a male one before they abruptly stop, making you pull away abruptly.
Oh.
There they are, lia, chan, jisung and changbin; looking at you.
ây/nâ lia grins widely, approaching your table âarenât you gonna introduce us?â she squeals, hyunjin clears his throat and sits back down.
The three guys hesitantly follow lia when-
âwoah- hyunjin?â chan speaks up.
âchan-hyung?â hyunjin gets up from his place to receive a hug from the older one as your eyes divert to changbin who is looking at the ground.
You arenât together. Then why do you feel so guilty and why does he look so disappointed.
âheâs cute, girlâ jisung grinningly interrupts your daydreaming, nodding towards chan and hyunjin who are still talking.
You force out a smile.
âhow do you two know each other?â lia asks curiously.
âhe went to my highschool, the last few yearsâ chan grins.
âwhat a coincidenceâ you mumble, almost ironically.
âI went to highschool with y/n too, the first couple years though, then I moved awayâ hyunjin explains âoh, im sorry, Iâm hyunjin by the wayâ he turns to jisung and changbin.
âIâm jisung, this is changbinâ jisung smiles, pointing at his grumpy friend.
âIâm liaâ lia grins âhis girlfriend and her best friendâ she points at chan before snuggling up to you, giggling.
Jesus, woman where do you get the energy? Is what you want to ask but you just flash another forced smile, hoping this moment will pass quickly.
âwhere were you guys?â you change the topic, hoping changbin would maybe look at you if you spoke up.
âoh, I caught them all huddled up in the studioâ lia grins âthey probably havenât been outside in a week againâ she giggles.
âtrueâ jisung quips.
âhey lets all sit downâ hyunjin suggests.
âIâll get a coffeeâ changbin mumbles, walking back to the counter.
You usher lia to make way for you to get out of the booth, following him.
âbinâ you stand next to him as he looks up at the menu but he ignores you.
âyou could at least acknowledge my presence, your highnessâ you quip annoyedly.
âwhat do you want me to say, y/n?â he mutters.
âI didnât know this would happen with him or I wouldâve told youâ you say, looking back at the other four talking and laughing in the booth.
âweâre not together y/n, youâve made that very clear; if you wanna kiss lord farquaad go ahead, Iâm not stopping youâ he looks over to the booth as well.
âjesus christâ you huff âwhy are you so defensive then?â
âhiâ changbin greets the barista who just came from the back âIâll have an iced coffee to go, pleaseâ he orders.
âthe world doesnât revolve around you y/n, maybe Iâm having a bad dayâ he answers when the barista makes his way to the coffee machines, you feel a lump from in your throat.
âyea, well thanks for making mine bad as wellâ you turn on your heels to join the others, hyunjin sees you coming back and scooches to make some space for you next to him.
You smile and thank him quietly when he also gives you your mug.
âeverything alright?â he asks quietly, as to not disturb the others conversation.
âyea, just had to ask him some stuffâ you smile at which he smiles back, turning back to the others.
After a minute changbin approaches the booth with his iced coffee âhey, Iâll run back to the studio I gotta finish that trackâ
âugh, changbin I just dragged you out of there, stay for a secondâ lia protests and jisung nods along.
ânah, gotta get it done tonightâ he shakes his head.
âalight see you laterâ chan nods.
ânice to meet you, manâ hyunjin says, nodding at him as well.
âyeaâ changbin answers tight-lipped before walking out.
 December
âIâm sorry, hyunjinâ you frown âIâm just not ready for a relationship after what happened with my ex-â
âits alright y/nâ his large hand encases yours âyou donât have to explain yourself to meâ
You sigh in relief âIâm sorry I tried to rush things, it just, seemed to good to be true to find you here and everythingâ he says.
âbut Iâll wait for you, if thatâs what you wantâ he looks up at you.
âoh, jinnie you shouldnât have to do thatâ you shake your head âIâm sure there are great girls out there who are emotionally ready to be with youâ
âyea, but youâre the girl I want to be withâ he says softly and your heart shatters into pieces because youâre not sure heâs the guy you want to be with.
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You fight yourself through the crowd at 3rachas last performance of the year, at the same venue where you met them for the first time. Just like the time before, chan makes sure lia, hyunjin, minho and you are able to come backstage.
âIâm excited to see you perform, manâ hyunjin grins at chan, patting his shoulder âyour stuff was already dope back thenâŚâ they continue speaking as you enter their dressing room.
Jisung greets his boyfriend as you and lia sit down on the leather couch.
Changbin is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair before his eyes lock with yours through the mirror, but he just diverts them to chan whoâs grabbing a beer for hyunjin and himself, you guess.
âdid you have to invite him?â changbin semi-whispers to the older one, nodding at hyunjin, chan just frowns confusedly,making changbin shake his head and walk out.
You look at hyunjin who is talking to minho and jisung, and doesnât seem to have heard changbin. So, you get up to follow him out but lia holds your wrist ây/n you cant keep running after himâ she hisses.
âhe cant keep treating me like im invisible, I just want to clear the airâ you free your arm and walk out to see changbin almost at the end of the corridor, walking out of a heavy door which, you think leads outside.
After reaching the door you open it to find him outside, leaning against the brick wall of the building, looking down at his phone.
The cold air hits your skin and you shiver, only wearing a top and some jeans since its warm in the club.
Changbin notices you and looks up âwhat do you want, y/n?â he asks.
âthat was real classy back thereâ you comment, holding your arms to your body to preserve some warmth. Changbin huffs, unfazed as he looks back at his phone âwhatever, y/nâ
âno, not whatever binâ you step closer to him âhe asked me to date himâ his head shoots up and you lock eyes, for a second they are soft in the way they look into yours but something changes and they turn mean when he speaks again.
âso? thatâs a you proplemâ he shrugs.
âits not a problem at all, heâs sweet and loving and cares about me but for some reason im standing here, hoping that youâll give me a reason to not be with himâ you feel your throat closing up with anger mixed with confusion when he starts chuckling.
âyouâre not serious are you?â he squints and your heart drops, tears pooling at your lashline.
âof course not, I couldnât expect someone as stubborn and- and comunicationally incompetent like you to understand anything about feelingsâ you turn on your heels when a teardrop rolls down your cheek.
A hand wraps itself around your wrist, making you turn back âIâve wanted to be with you since that moment in the club where you kissed me infront of all these girls. It was always you who was stubborn y/n, you never wanted to spend anymore time with me other than fuckingâ he snaps at you, taking a breather to start another sentence but you cut him off.
â-then why didnât you say anything?â you ask quietly and he looks down.
âbecause- fuckâ he lets go of your wrist âI didnât want to scare you away, you in my bed was better than no you at all. But then fucking prince charming appears out of no where and sweeps you off your feet-â
âbut I donât want prince charming I want youâ you blurt out, tears now streaming down your face, making him take a step back as his eyes soften.
âthen why didnât you say anything?â a small smile tugs at his lips as he closes the distance between you, gently running his hands up your arms, feeling the goosebumps brought on by the cold.
You huff, looking down and watching one of your teardrops melting a tiny hole into the snow before looking back up âbecause Iâm stubborn and comunicationally incompetentâ you sniffle âand stupid apparentlyâÂ
A grin spreads over changbins face as his hands cradle your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs âso, you wanna be stubborn and stupid together?â he whispers, locking eyes with you.
You press your lips together, trying to keep yourself from sobbing even more as you nod.
He chuckles softly âyou can stop crying now, babyâ at which you nod beathing in shakily but smiling when he pushes some hair out of your face.
âcan you kiss me now pleaseâ you sniffle whiningly, huffing in a laugh when he pulls a face.
âi dont know babe, youâre a little snotty right now-â he jokes.
âshut upâ you hit him, chuckling when he pulls you even closer by your waist and gently connects his lips with yours.
A soft wind blows through your hair and you loop your arms around his neck even tighter, deepening the kiss at which he moans, holding your waist tighter to his body.
The door creaks open and âare you guys finally together?â minhos voice makes you break the kiss.
âyeaâ you grin when jisung comes out after his boyfriend.
âniceâ he grins, nodding at you.
âyea yea nice, beautiful love whatever, hyung weâre up, lets goâ jisung rambles, laughing and running back inside when changbin pretends to hit him, minho shaking his head and following him.
âyouâll watch me yea?â your boyfriend grins at you, taking your hand and planting a kiss on the back of it.
âfrom the front row, babyâ
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a/n: omg im finally done wth this took me so long yall, i started writing this sin september (which is why the fic starts in september as well lol) sorry about the winterly feelings iâm pushing onto you in the end but last week it literally snowed where i live so i was like uh?!?!?!? okay lets write some snowy shit, global warming ftw i guess....anyways i hope u liked it pls leave some feedback and/or ur favourite part ig lol i would appreciate it alot <33 (not proofred yet oopsie)
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Inarizaki Boyfriend Headcanons
Includes: Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Suna Rintarou (Atsumuâs can be found here)
â My favourite Miya <3
â His favourite date to take you on is when the Main Street is full of food carts and independent sellers/farmers, the two of you walk around and try all the sweets and what not. After the two of you stuffed yourselves silly you make your way to the movie theatre and once thatâs done you sit down at a park bench and just vibe with each other. And then you go get more food :D
â So he loves cooking - its his passion, he always asks for you to taste test all his different onigiri. Gives the biggest smile when you say you like it!!
â As I said before in another post, he has a horse. Like Atsumu, he will ride the horse to your house. Once he called you to meet outside the school on a Saturday and he told you to wear âforest spirit clothing.â You were very confused. You showed up in a flowing dress/flowing shirt and then he came around the corner, on his white horse, wearing a tuxedo. He looked like a prince so you weren't complaining. âHey sugar lets ride off into the sunset togetherâ was how he greeted you.Â
â Heâs kinda indifferent about pda, heâs only gonna do it if it feels right at the moment you know? When the two of you are just standing at, say, a bus stop he will go behind and hug you. He likes being close to you. So when y'all at school he will greet you with a forehead kiss in the morning before he heads off to his classes. I don't think he would make out with you in public, he prefers to keep that to himself. If you want kisses in public heâll gladly give you short but sweet kisses on your lips, cheeks or forehead (and sometimes your hand).Â
â He gets jealous but he hides it well. He doesn't want to come off as controlling or insecure so the majority of the time he will just keep it to himself and pout a little. When this happens please go up to him and massage/rub his shoulders while placing soft kisses on his head - it will make him calm down and relieve tension so quickly. On the occasion that he does have a jealous outburst, his face will be angry as he takes you away from whoever was hitting you up. When you're far away enough he will have an annoyed expression and will sit on the ground (literally wherever you guys are; he will just plop down in an angry tantrum). When this happens just pull him into your lap (yes, even if you are considerably smaller than him) and tell him âit's okayâ and that you âonly love him.â Heâll calm down and it'll be pretty chill afterwards (but will glare at the person if he ever sees them again.)
â Yes my favourite farmer boy!!
â Kita - despite his somewhat cold and blunt demeanor, loves affection. In particular he loves laying down on a couch or a bed and holding you while facing each other. He likes talking to you in that position and he will open up about things on his mind.
â Ok so Kita is a âBob the Builderâ sorta boyfie, he has building skills for some reason but youâre not complaining. If you want/need something made you can bet that he will volunteer to have a go at it. He may not be the best with the actual painting of whatever but the thing itself will be built well.Â
â I donât think heâs one for pda, it just doesn't float his boat. The occasional hand holding and a kiss on the cheek is fine but he doesnât really feel the need to show his affection in public - especially because he seems to be quite a private person.
â Dates with Kita are simple and nice, mostly consist of picnics and walks along the beach/local area/park. Movie dates are a thing as well - for Kita he just loves being around you and spending time with you! Oh and his granny loves you :P if she didn't then he wouldn't date you. He's a grannyâs boy.Â
â Kita does not get jealous. Nu uh, never. But he does get insecure. Majority of the time he is chill and trusts you with his whole heart but on rare occasions - perhaps when you spontaneously run into a childhood friend and seem to glow with happiness he might feel a pang in his heart. I don't think he would feel angry or upset with you, but sad with himself and he may feel like he doesn't know how to make you glow that bright and all that. It will be really hard to tell when he feels this way. Heâs really good at hiding it :( but Kita is a man who strongly believes in communication â literally more than most characters lmfao, and he will sit you down and tell you whatâs on his mind. Heâll expect you to do the same if you were in his position; maybe that's why you two are such a strong couple. When he tells you please listen quietly and wait until heâs finished speaking, this lets him know you care about what he is saying. After heâs done give him a warm hug and rub his back or run a hand through his soft hair, please remind him that you love him and that he makes you glow with happiness every day <3
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â Or maybe i should say bbb
â Mans is so fine i live for this lanky fucker <3
â Ok so we all know sun-sun is lazyyyy and homie definitely plays video games. He went through a fortnite phase with Atsumu boy are you glad you barely knew him during that time cause he was as you would expect đłđ¤˘ anywhoooo heâs more of a COD boy atm, mmm first person shooter games are his fav. He definitely gets you into them â if you're not that into them he won't push it but he thinks Minecraft dates and teaching you how to play are cute. Oh! And if you are⌠hohohoho boy does he love it. Loves playing with you - same team or not, yall are deadly together, especially if you also play first person shooters. Oh and animal crossing dates are a must!
â Most of the time your dates consist of someoneâs house and vibing on their bed or a couch watching movies, playing video games and cuddling. đŠuh mans is so fine. He's a sexy gamer boy; what else could you want?Â
â Ohohoho he does get jealous, homie will get snarky with the perp and will not be afraid to wrap an arm around your waist to publicly display that he is with you and you are with him. The perp probs gets scared of this tall, snarky boy and runs off. Will probably sulk the whole day and try to act indifferent/ignore his emotions (cause heâs low key emotionally constipated) so plz bb im begging you, crawl into his lap (yes, even if youâre taller than him) and snuggle into his chest. Then he will be happy :D
â Oh and this (doesn't really) bring us to our next point: pda! Mmmmmm heâs like osamu in the sense that he does and does not care - like it's up to you. Heâs probably not the biggest on it and wont initiate much asides from having an arm around you, holding you hand (and occasionally your butt-)
â Suna, as mentioned earlier, is somewhat emotionally constipated â though definitely not as much as other characters *cough* ushiwaka *cough* and will take a while to warm up to affection. However once you get there he will absolutely adore holding you and cuddling with you - in fact he claims he âcant sleep without youâ because heâs âbeen trained to love you too much.â lol what a dork
#suna rintarou#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader#Haikyu!!#haikyuu#suna x reader#suna rintaro x reader#kita x reader#suna fluff#suna headcanons#kita headcanons#kita shinsuke x reader#osamu x reader#miya osamu x reader#miya osamu#osamu fluff#miya fluff#miya osamu fluff#osamu miya x reader
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2prettybestfrens | jjk
muses. jeon jeongguk x reader x park jimin ft. kim taehyung
genre. strangers to lovers!au. university!au.Â
words. 18.2k
drabbles. pjm
feedback.
warnings. mentions of physical insecurities, alcohol use, juul use, mention of adoption, mentions of dysfunctional families, handcuffs - lots of handcuffs, jeongguk crossdressing, too many one-sided pinings lmaoÂ
synopsis. youâre in love with kim taehyung whoâs in love with jennie kim whoâs in love with professor kim namjoon. so park jimin doesnât exactly fit in all of this, yet heâs always been there in your weakest moments which may or may not be caused by your heartbreak boy - or so jeongguk likes to call him.
oh and jeongguk? you donât even know jeongguk until that party-gone-awry night where you end up handcuffed together to ponder on what you did.
x
when you uploaded a snapchat of your darkened room and a single teary-eyed emoji because kim taehyung uploaded one where a beautiful girl was covering her mouth while she giggled, jimin snapped back a âwhy r u awake đŹâ to which you snapped the same darkened room with a slightly different angle and a âjust causeâ. his last snap to you contained a âcool wanna call?â before you dialed him up and ended up talking until 5 in the morning before bidding each other-
âwell, good night then,â youâd muttered.
âgâmorning,â heâd wished you back in a soft mumble and a hint of sleepiness taking over.
that happened on a friday night. on monday and for the rest of the week, you merely greeted each other in the hallway and went on your days without the inclusion of the other.
when you sat by yourself on the bench on the sidewalk of campus, under the shade of a great old tree a few feet away from your department after being left high and dry when kim taehyungâs friends asked him if heâs joining them to get mcdonaldâs which heâd in turn asked if you wanted to tag along and you said you were good only because you never did well in groupies - park jimin sat down next to you, head thrown back as he squinted at the gaps of the leaves where the tiniest of sun rays managed to pass through and dot his face. blonde tresses swaying ever so softly when the wind blew past you.
âso how was finance?â he looked like he was asking the waving branches.
âeh, it was fine, professor kimâs a good teacher,â you shrugged, the sight of jennie suavely smiling and said professor shooting glances at her made you mentally vomit.
âman,â he blew a gust of air from his mouth as he ran a hand through his semi-long tresses, âwere we in the same class? because all i remember was dozing off five minutes into class.â
âthatâs why you should sit at the front,â youâd suggested.
it was then, did he push himself off the ground and stood up, black and white jacket pushed back as he slipped his hands into the pocket of his jeans. eyes narrowing while his tongue protruded against the inside of his cheek before he went, âyou hungry?â
âstarving,â you rolled your eyes before collecting your mac and holding it to your chest, bag slung over your shoulders.
the both of you didnât go to mcdonaldâs but the food tasted just as good that day at the cafe in your faculty.
when kim taehyung asked jennie if she was free friday night and the girl turned to you with an endearingly oblivious, âdo we have any plans on friday?â and taehyung awkwardly but not so hesitantly corrected, âum, i mean, just you jennie,â the air, without a doubt turned tangibly tense and awkward.
âoh,â jennieâs brows knitted together as she stared at him, as though trying to spot the caption on his forehead as to why he invited only her when everyone knew you and jennie never go anywhere without the other if you didnât have any prior engagements, âwell, ___ and me are going to hang out together so yeah, iâm not free.â
you werenât sure if she was dumb or playing dumb but youâd found out later that night, that sheâd been irritated with kim taehyungâs non-considerate advancements which sheâd recently noticed seemed to exclude you âi hate people who make plans in front of someone and not invite themâ was her exact word before she followed up with a âblockedtâ.
but backtrack to when the tension seemed to rise higher than the sky, you were saved by jimin when he came mini-jogging towards you with that adorable boyish smile and crescent eyes, âhey, i was looking for you - you wanna walk to accounting together?â
youâd waved jennie and taehyung goodbye and gladly walked with jimin to class.
and so it goes, with kim taehyungâs eyes lighting like fireworks in the midnight sky when he sees jennie and the girl itching to make a beeline to the opposite side of where he comes from and you shooting her âbe niceâ looks whilst park jimin pops up now and then in the most convenient time until âusâ no longer comprise of you and jennie but also taehyung and jimin.
so much so, some of your casual friends come to you asking for either of the boys when they seem to have something to inform them which youâre not sure why isnât informable through text. but either way, youâve become two best friends with additional friends.
maybe said additional friends happen to fall in the top list of cuties in the girls and gaysâ books but besides kim taehyung, if you looked, like really really looked at park jimin, you concurred, perhaps he does have the right to be in said list with his unblemished, smooth skin, perfect pink lips and pretty sparkly eyes.
âwhat?â his lips do the thing where they curl, revealing a pair of perfectly lined white pearls.
ânothing,â you say as you find yourself third-wheeling in taehyungâs bmw with jimin at the back and the first commenting something about his older sister liking to shop at zara as well when jennie asked you if you were free tomorrow to go to the mall near campus.
âi mean i can go with you girls, i have a two-hour gap between classes,â the boy offers.
âoh,â the first laugh trickles out of your mouth without a stop switch, âyouâre so cute.â
you can hear jennie snickering in the passenger seat as you turn away from the angle where taehyung could see you in the rear-view mirror, only to come face to face with jimin who seems to get your humor.
âitâs not a big deal,â taehyung shrugs, a tinge of pride in his voice.
âmy man,â jimin pats said man on his shoulder, âyou donât know jack shit about women.â
âwhat?â the older boy asks, perplexed and quite honestly irritated for some reason - but then again, he never seems to like jiminâs quick-to-catch-on nature when it comes to any girls-related topics.
âtwo hours is not enough to shop, taehyung,â jennie finally decodes the long standing cipher, âwe can barely explore one shop.â
by the end of her words, youâre is full out snickering like an unattractive hyena, âi thought you have a sister?â
âi do,â thereâs a tinge of confusion in his tone, âshe usually goes shopping with her boyfriend.â
âwell, how long did it take them to go shopping?â she quizzes, sharing an amused look with jimin.
âuh,â itâs then, do you hear the sound of the screws in taehyungâs brain twisting, âshe usually stays over whenever they do.â
âwell, whatever you think they did after they went shopping - itâs probably not it,â jimin snickers, shoulderline jolting as he crosses his arms over his chest.
âso cute,â jennie echoes your earlier words, neck craning to look at the two other passengers in the back seat as she gives you a one-eyebrow-lifted look as if to say âthis is the guy youâre crushing on?â
at that, you shrug, unapologetically mouthing âheâs cuteâ - in a much different and adoring sense than the first time which jennie mustâve gotten when she shakes her head, a hopeless smile on her lips as she turns to the road again.
you were on your way to the movies then.
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âoh my god,â jennie squeals, eyes skimming your specifically-handpicked-by-jennie-kim attire, âyou look so cute!â
âonly because i agreed to be your live mannequin,â you say rolling your eyes but the curl of a smile on your lips is unstoppable.
âno - because i know what kind of style suits you,â she narrows her eyes in a âyou know iâm rightâ kind of manner, âno offense, your usual style is cute too but itâs more like an... âi have a crush, donât talk to meâ kind of look, you know?â
âam i wrong though?â your eyebrows rise, mimicking her âyou know iâm rightâ look.
she raises a hand, her free one scrolling through her phone as she announces, âi donât recommend crushing on airheaded guys but you do you sis,â then she looks up, staring at you straight in the eye with the most deadpanned expression, âbut if he breaks your heart, iâll break his leg,â itâs a full, solid moment later, just as you were about to burst out laughing, does she say, âliterally.â
and itâs times like these that you fear for another personâs life that isnât yours - well, taehyungâs life isnât just anyoneâs but - as she turns back to her phone ever so casually.
but before you can fret any further, your phone vibrates, the words âchimâ flashing across your screen with a âget yo asses downâ and contrasting âur chauffer awaitsâ popping a second later.
âget your ass up. theyâre here,â you end up saying, pushing your phone into the back pocket of your leather pants that jennie manages to convince you to put on for some unknown reason - that reason going along the lines of âkim taehyungâ and âjealousyâ, but youâre not one to dwell on why one do things they do as you accept jennieâs grabby-motioned hands in request for assistance to be pulled up.
it turns out the shopping plan gets pushed to saturday where taehyung is basically spouting out how heâs a good judge for fashion and that he hasnât gone to the mall since the semester started which to be fair, was only a month ago.Â
youâre not sure how jimin ended up tagging along - the two arenât even the bestest buddies - but someway, somehow, he always manages to get taehyung to pick him up and drop him off whenever the taller man makes plans to go out with you and jennie.
âwow,â jimin is the first to notice, mouth taking on an âoâ shape he basically ogles in plain daylight.
âwhat do you think?â jennie comes up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as she wraps her arms around your waist then she turns to taehyung who was the last to get out of the car, âdoesnât ___ look pretty, taehyung?â
at the sound of his name rolling off the tongue of the girl heâs been pining for since he laid eyes on her, his gaze lights up - but only to meet jennieâs. one look at you and he turns back to her with the most beautiful smile, âyeah, she looks great - did you help choose the top?â
âactually,â the girl begins with a cheery tone - theyâre walking a few steps behind you whilst you and jimin walk together. itâs been like that for as long as you remember, âi picked out the whole fit. it wasnât easy though because...â
kim jennie walking side-by-side with kim taehyung whilst you with jimin whenever the two boys join you, be it whether to get to a class you all share, to go to the library to study or to get some lunch - has become a familiar view to your mutual friends. so much so, youâve heard of a rumor going around that youâre a couple of best friends.
like literal couples. you with jimin and jennie with taehyung. thanks to that, no one would have suspected jennieâs relationship with professor kim nor would anyone see through the veil of friendly smiles and amicable conversations to be you pining over your best friendâs alleged boyfriend.
youâve gotten used to hearing jennie and taehyungâs conversation fade into the background yet never really able to disregard the way taehyung laughs at something your best friend says or the sight of the two walking a few feet ahead with taehyungâs head almost always turned to jennieâs and the girl, oblivious, occasionally cranes her neck to look at him at the beginning of her sentence before directing her gaze to the front where sheâs walking.
jennie dislikes taehyung less now, if only because he steers the conversation towards the areas of interest - which he seems to know a lot of. kudos to you for answering his ass-crack oâclock texts of âheyyy what kind of movie does jennie like?âs and âheyy you girls got any plans tomorrow?âs.
âyou look great in those leather pants, by the way,â jiminâs voice makes you turn to the other boy, a boyish smile on his lips, âso let me guess,â his head tilts to the side as the dip between his thumb and index finger hooks itself underneath his chin, eyebrows knitted together in heavy contemplation, âare you going for a good girl gone bad kind of look,â a playful smile tugs on the corners of his lips, âor are you in a secret biker gang and have a biker meeting at 7?â
you lean closer to the man, hand covering your mouth as you whisper, âyou didnât hear this from me but weâre convoying to disney land. i heard itâs more magical during christmas.âÂ
or so you thought your whispering skills were close to perfect but a cat with brown hair pops up from next to you, eyes glinting with excitement, âdid someone say christmas?!â
so you end up early-christmas shopping just because of that one word that triggers the warm-hearted-who-ness in her. and thatâs how you, taehyung and jimin gets dragged from one store to another. but where your attention gets robbed with material things like-
âoh look, a snow globe with a puppy and a snowman in it!â you shake the see through globe, watching as pseudo snowflakes rain over the unmoving pupper and olaf lookalike before you sigh, âtechnically the snowman isnât alive and the doggo is alone by itself in a world where nobody else can enter - and on christmas at that . oh my god, i think iâm gonna cry.â
- but jennieâs interest lies within the holiday-themed clothes. sweaters. costumers. lingerie. you name it and jennie kim tries it on.
â___ - pssst, hey,â there she goes, hiss-whispering your name as if youâre not right in front of the curtain sheâs poking her head through, eyes darting around for the two boys who, last you saw, were doing the best to look interested in reindeers and candy printed sweaters.
âwhat, girl, what?â you whisper back, trying to peek through the gap of the curtain over her head as if youâve never entered a changing room together.
and as if reading your mind, her bare arm thatâs supposed to be wrapped with the floral cotton material of her sleeve - shoots out, hand wrapping around your wrist.
a âwha- ah-!â probably echoed off the walls and turned some heads but youâre no longer in the position to check as you find your back pressed against the wall of the cubicle and red and white lace-wearing jennie posing for you.
âso?â she beams.
âthose are so cute, oh my god,â you end up his-whispering whilst trying to keep your voice low, âwhere did you get them? i only ever saw you checking out - and you have got to admit this - ugly sweaters!â
âgirl, the lingerie section is just next to the sweaters,â her eyes seem to disappear behind her crescents as she crinkles her nose, âno but for real, you think i was gonna buy them? i just needed the boys to go away. and. they. finally. did,â she rolls her eyes, âit took awhile but kim taehyung is so persistent.â
âthatâs why heâs so... cute,â you hum, eyes shutting close as the picture of the aforementioned man flashes behind your eyes. heâs looking at you with those dark eyes and heâs smiling at you with that magnetic-
âgross! get your ass out of the gutter,â a squeal hits the air as your eyes flutter open to the sight of your best friendâs contorted faces as if-
âum, girl,â you tilt your head just the slightest bit, hand on your hip while your other hand raises in a âhold upâ manner, âout of the two of us, youâre the one thatâs gotta stop being silly and start wrapping professor kimâs willy.â
a stick of tongue out is all youâve got as a response before she turns to her phone thatâs vibrating at an alarming rate.
thatâs when you feign almost-vomit, âdid you - ulgh - sent him a - ulgh - nude?â
in any ordinary circumstance, she would have made faces to mimic a much ridiculous series of vomiting in response to your fake almost-vomits but when her smile tugs downwards in a disheartened pout, you practically drop all the ugly sweaters you picked out just for the sake of getting into the christmas spirit and rush over to the girl - which is only one and a half feet away.
âhey, hey, whatâs wrong?â you coo as she starts blinking back tears.
âi knew it,â she huffs out a puff of air, hand fanning at her waterline, âi fucking knew it.â
in between the âyouâre okayâs and âeverythingâs going to be okayâs on your part and jennieâs increasingly growing sobs, you manage to make out the words she blurts out. something along the lines of ânot spending as much time as we used toâ and âbecause iâm ugly as fuckâ. so you hold her tighter, fingers brushing out the potentially forming knots in her hair each time it gets into her tear stained face and gets aggressively pushed out of said face with the back of the hand.Â
itâs been going on since the start of the third year - the âi canât make it tonightâs and âsorry, iâm going to have to rain checkâs.Â
youâve been a silent spectator of how your best friendâs face lights up whenever she talks about her secret affair with the youngest professor in the business faculty, how he lives up to her private swooning with the smallest âmiss kim, how was your dayâs when he met her in the hallway, ever so casually greeting one of his supposed students like any professor would and treats her to fine-dinings and became the reason why forehead kisses are her favorite kind of kiss now.
he never really tried to hide his fondness for her even at the faculty and though you knew your best friend could get anyone she wanted, you were dubious of whether that anyone actually deserved such a loving, beautiful person. nonetheless, kim namjoon seems to be the exact person who does.
âhey, look at me,â you implore, sitting cross-legged on the floor whilst your knees touch and your fingers twine together in a fingers hug, or so jennie coined the term in your first year, âyouâre so beautiful.â
âyou donât mean that,â she mumbles out.
âgirl, if i were to be born again and were allowed to choose how iâm going to look - i want your eyes, they like, pull people in - not gonna lie, i started talking to you because you were intimidating but also really alluring. does that make sense?â you hold up a hand when she begins to giggle lightly, head shaking in show of her disagreement.
âbut when i did get to know you, youâre the sweetest, squishiest,â a protest falls from her lips as she clasps a palm over the spot on her arm that you just pinched, âperson alive. and oh!â you pinch her cheeks next, chuckling at how she crinkles her nose and like the feline sheâs always been associated with, âand i want your cute chubs cheeks! and your adorable nose, and your lips,â you pause for the longest moment before retracting, âokay maybe iâd want my lips but your lips are juicy too!â
she makes a sound at the back of her throat, eyes of dried tears rolling, âplease, i barely have any lips.â
âi mean, theyâre still kissable,â you shoot her a suggestive look, âand i know out of the two of us, one would kiss you if sheâs a little bit more fruity.â
âokay, maybe you think iâm kinda pretty,â she gives in.
but thatâs not enough for you,âbih, youâre a literal goddess,â
âiâm not but anyway beauty is subjective so maybe namjoonâs perspectiveâs changed.â
ânope - nu-uh, we can cry and just... let ourselves feel the emotion thatâs been bottling up and burst at one single message but what weâre not gonna do is mope around, being sad all day because of our presumptions that someone else thinks weâre not good enough or pretty enough. because you are and i would die for you.â
she hiccups, âi donât know if i would die for you but iâd sacrifice my first born for you.â
âew,â you feel your nose crinkling, âno, youâre not gonna trap me with a kid - thatâs a trap right there and iâm not falling for it.â
jennie ends up laughing too loudly that one of the store attendants end up kicking you out. jimin and taehyung followed suit a second later, acting like they didnât know you two but walking towards you anyway. youâre not sure if they noticed jennieâs swollen eyes but neither mentioned anything about it. instead, taehyung suggests-Â âsince weâre already out, you guys wanna go to chanyeolâs party?â
x
so you end up going to the party. the apartmentâs too cramped for your liking but jennieâs found some mutual friends of yours that sheâs dancing and laughing with. and maybe thatâs why you havenât bolted right out of the door the moment you stepped in.
jimin found some of his own friends. theyâre probably not from the faculty since you donât remember seeing them around and taehyung-
youâre not quite sure why taehyung is following you around like a lost puppy and trying to make small talks with you. internally, your heartâs doing flips but your headâs been giving out one of those obnoxiously loud sirens with lights as red as the cup youâre holding.
â...and you know, itâs pretty cool how they managed to attract foreign investors within six months of starting up their business,â taehyung is saying, the awkward shrug and eyes glued to the ground telling you that heâs not so into whatever heâs saying either.
âyeah, like, they definitely got lucky or something,â you nod in agreement.
funny how the blare of the music is barely allowing you to have a proper conversation but all you hear is deafening silence as you stand five feet apart - the kind of distance that screams acquaintances but less than friends and most definitely not lovers.
but then he stands on his two feet instead of leaning his weight on just one - and he looks at you right in the eye for the first time that night. and your stupid heart goes fluttering like the petals in a field.
âhey, i donât wanna be a nosy or anything but,â he pauses for the briefest second, eyes slanting to somewhere on the dance floor where you think you last saw jennie and then he refocuses back to you. but you already know where his mind and soul remains, âwhat happened today? like, jennieâs acting off, like somethingâs bothering her and sheâs kinda drinking more than she should and it kinda feels like she doesnât want me around.â
it takes a moment to ponder on how much you should say before your words become affirmation and affirmation will probably lead to more assumptions and - âwell, you should ask her.â
âuh, i- she doesnât- i donât know how - i donât wanna annoy her, you know what i mean? and since youâre best friends, i thought maybe youâd-â heâs scratching the back of his head when you cut him off.
âthereâs your answer,â you raise the half-empty cup thatâs been lying undrunken in your hands, âif youâre not gonna square up and tell her how you feel, then you, my friend,â your stomach drops at the word but you manage to land a solid pat on his arm, âare going to live the rest of your live like this - wondering what the hell is going on because youâre really not sure where you stand. and i get it, confessing to someone is terrifying and depending on jennieâs answer, you might or might not be able to talk to her ever again but itâs better to get it out there. feelings are like farts, you know?â the way his brows come together in a confused what-the-hell moment, is adorable, âhold it in and youâll feel like somethingâs not right and it is never going to be until you get all of it out of your system.â and with a nod and a tight-lipped smile, you leave him with a âgood luck,â before wandering over to the dance floor, not sure where youâre going because jennie, lisa chaeyoung and jisooâs not where you thought they were and the only less crowded but still suffocating part of the apartment is the kitchen where you donât want to risk going back and seeing taehyung there, unmoving in the spot where you left him.
amid all of it, you almost get your shoulder dislocated before a hand shoots out and pulls you back on your two feet whilst you raise your cup higher in hopes to save its contents from spilling.
the man that caught you looks between you and your raised cup for two solid seconds before a grin tugs on his face and he clicks his own cup to yours, âcheers.â
âaha, yeah,â you laugh as you feel his grip on your arm loosening and you pull it back to your side like a robot, taking a sip of your nicely saved drink.
âthanks for not letting me fall,â you say a moment later, after thanking whatever deity is out there that allows you to get your first drink into the right pipe without feeling the need to cough out loud.
âno problem,â even in the poor lighting, you can easily catch the sight of pearly whites lined up perfectly amid an alluring smile, that is, before a pair of brows knit together in what seem like an unresolvable conundrum, âhey, you donât happen to...â he pauses for the longest moment, eyes slanting to scan the crowd and making you do the same until he commands your attention back with his next words, lips curling back into the breathtakingly attractive smile as words tumble past them, â...see two pretty best friends in here, do you?â
and thatâs when your interest, wherever it is, plunges straight down to the ground and into the ether, âoh,â your vision shakes as you nod repeatedly before forcing out a dry âha haâ which isnât meant to disguise your displeasure at all - if anything, a wave of satisfaction crashes over you when his smile falters, âyeah, that - thatâs really funny,â you say plainly, smile still plastered on your face.
âo-kay,â he drags out the word for half a second, teeth clenched together in growing panic as all traces of humor fade away, â...joke too old?â
âwell, letâs see,â you feel your index finger tapping your chin as you throw your gaze up to the ceiling, âi get it, tell the ugly best friend sheâs ugly but in a joking way,â you shrug, âyou donât need to rub it in my face cause i know and yes itâs getting old.â
it takes a whole solid moment of blaring music and non-caring half-way-drunken college students continuing to grind against one another and this insanely attractive stranger staring at you with jaws on the ground, for you to wave a dismissive hand.
âyou know what? donât worry, jennieâs not here, thankfully or she wouldâve blo-â air fills your throat and cuts you off when he frowns, âwho?â, to which you raise your eyebrows, âje-â you almost choked, âjennie?â
he shakes his head the second time, bottom lip jutting out in an additional- ânopeâ gesture as he continues with ânever heard of her,â after your âjennie... kim?â
so you go one, âkinda cute height, long hair, brunette-â he shrugs, ânope- doesnât ring a bell,â in the middle of your, â-fierce cat-like eyes but adorable as heck personality?â
in the end he wins with a final word of, âno - nope,â after a whole solid moment of your silenced disbelieve and him drawing his pondering session to a close.
âoh,â escapes your lips before you can even register, âso - it was- like-â
âyeap,â he nods, âit was-â
âa joke?â
âa joke.â
you both announce at the same time. the tones may differ but the essence is there, leaving one to stare at the ground in shame for having snapped at a complete stranger and the other staring with unapologetic eyes.
âiâm sorry,â you finally manage to utter, shoulderline falling with your walls of pride, âi thought it was one of those micro aggressive jokes people throw around just because they canât straight out tell someone theyâre ugly-â
but the words seem to enter through one ear and go out the other when his brows begin to knit together for the nth time of the night - and in a matter of less than thirty minutes at that - when he declares before you get to properly end your sentence, âyouâre pretty as hell. why did you think iâd randomly try to crack a joke to a stranger and risk pissing pants off on the off chance she took it badly... which you did. iâm sorry for pushing the wrong button.â
âoh,â but just like him, your brain short-circuits and you seem to only truly hear the first part of what heâs saying as just like any girl - you curse yourself as you - shy away from his gaze, hand going up to tuck your hair behind your ear before you slowly peek up through your lashes, âthanks,â you blink once, shrugging, âand itâs fine i get that joke a lot - i donât usually care, i donât know what got into me tonight.âÂ
but before he manages to say anything, the loudspeaker starts reverberating with the sound of someone clearing their throat and a âhowâs everyone doing?â and a dismissive âalright, alright you might be wondering âwho the eff is this guyâ right? yea, yea, i know, but-â he stops, eyes scanning the crowd for a suspenseful effect, â-but youâre gonna wanna hear this,â to which a groan erupts from the crowd, so he quickly gets to the point âdonât panic,â most of the time, thatâs exactly when you should panic, âso, the police are coming.â
x
his name is jeon jeongguk and he goes to your universityâs rival university. his hair is actually a shade of rich deep brown that forms wavy ends and contrasts glaringly against his sharp jawline under the fluorescent lighting which also highlights his pearly whites that remind you of bunnies when his lips curl over them when he smiles.
to think that heâs doing that now while the police officer, a man in his 40â˛s and on the shorter side of the spectrum is ten steps from marching up to you with a disapproving gaze on his face.
his hair falls over his face in half ringlets, an excited glint in his eyes, âheâs mad cause weâre clean.â
a guy somewhere a few people away from you is sobbing increasingly loudly with every step the officer takes before he comes to a stop in front of you, eyes skimming each faces one by one until he stops on you.
âyou,â he announces before sighing deeply, âyou look like a kid who wouldnât cause trouble, why are you here?â
âuh,â the chain around your wrist feels cold but jeonggukâs pinky thatâs touching yours as your thighs brush together - is warm, âi...â you pause, in search for words before settling with a disappointing confession âi donât know,â
the officer echoes your statement with a critical emphasize on the âdonâtâ.
and because of that, you blink once, âin fact, does anyone know what theyâre doing at all? if you think about it weâre just astronomical particles in this vast universe which is called the milky way,â you pause, if only squint at his sparse mustache, âwhy is it even called milky way? like, thereâs absolutely no scientific evidence that milk exists in outer space or do you reckon the guys that named it just feels like drinking some milk while they were-â
by the end of it, a few snickers have escaped from the people you and jeongguk were caught with, the aforementioned man, having turned his head the other way as his shoulders jolt silently and itâs only then does the officerâs increasing confused expression contorts into that of a maddened bore, âkeep hanging out with him and youâre gonna find yourself behind bars.â
âthat hurts my feelings, detective yoo,â jeongguk confesses, forehead creasing as his uncuffed hand holds the spot on his chest where his heart should be.
the man finally shakes his head, motioning to a younger officer who looks just about your age to start unlocking everyoneâs cuffs - there were a few other people youâve never seen before dragged out of the vicinity and to the station. he speaks a moment later, âyou kids are lucky because none of you are associated with the ones down the hallway - we were initially going for them. busted their asses and found over a hundred kilograms of cocaine.â
once your cuffs are off and you get your phone back, youâre fast-scrolling through the messages on the notification window before swiping up and searching for jennieâs contact. it turns out she, taehyung and jimin guessed you were one of the few who didnât make it and waited for you near the building where the party was busted.
âoh my god,â jennie is the first to dash into your arms as if she hadnât seen you since forever, âiâm so sorry i left you!â
âwell to be fair, i left you,â you mumble, your arms banded around her waist while hers around your neck.
and just when you thought the melodrama would end when she pulls away, you find yourself staring at sparkly-eyed jennie and the most heartbreaking downturned lips, âi will never,â she pauses, âever let you out of my sight.â
youâre exactly against that idea - after all, youâve made plans to buy a beach house and move in together in your olden days once youâve poiso- burried your husbands who died of a totally natural cause.
itâs only after breaking apart from a second hug, do you realize the man standing not-so-awkwardly five feet away.
âdonât mind me,â jeongguk holds up his hands, âi donât watch much drama but i might after all this.â
âjeongguk,â you canât help the smile that creeps up your face at his joke, âthis is jennie,â then you turn to the girl who still has her arm around your waist, and you her, âjennie, jeongguk.â
âhave i seen you before?â her cat-like eyes narrows just the slightest bit, as though if she tried hard enough, sheâd see the pieces of moving memories thatâll somehow point out where she claims to have met him - but you donât doubt it if they have, jennie gets invited to a lot of parties and hookups.
you shouldâve known when jeonggukâs eyes sweep over you with a playful glint in them as he begins, âthatâs funny because ____ here-â that from this point forward, that you shouldnât have put your foot forward and prance at him like a predator with a secret, hand clasped against a surprisingly hard chest before your brain can register what youâre doing.
and when it does, youâre left to awkwardly pat his chest in what you hope to be friendly gesture whilst you force out a laugh, âthat- that was really funny jeongguk,â you turn to jennie who, having known you all your life easily catches onto your out-of-character laugh but says nothing, so you point at the guy youâre basically and is still groping - to which youâve finally tear your hand off his body, âheâs a funny guy.â
âand who exactly is this funny guy?â taehyung comes up on your left - you think you catch sight of his sleek bmw parked on the other side of the street where he mustâve strutted up from in his beige jacket with his hands buried in its pockets.
âjust...â you trail off before your brain completely fries and you blurt out, âsome guy.â
and thatâs when jeongguk decides to call you out, âsome guy? i helped you through a life lesson.â
you attribute the alcohol in your system thatâs slowing down the neurons and disables you from thinking before you act when you roll your eyes, âin case you didnât realize, you were in there laughing your ass off when i had to have my own back while that officer looked like he was a word away from dragging me to the police station for talking back to a law enforcement.â
âyou talked back to an officer?â jennie chirps, her jaw falling to the ground as her cat eyes widen in excitement and astonishment.
âshe did,â jeongguk nods at the girl, a displaced proud smile on his lips before he looks back to you, âbrought out the boomer in him too.â
âyou pissed off an officer?â this time, itâs jimin who pops up from behind taehyung, before casually nodding to jeongguk with a âhey man.â
âi mean, it was probably ___âs sheer guts and rebellious streak alone that helped free us,â jeongguk goes on, eyes glinting with amusement in the briefest moment they slant to meet yours but theyâre gone too soon as he redirects your attention to jimin and jennieâs overpouring questions.
and because jennie wanted to hear more about how jeongguk embellished what went down, taehyung ends up agreeing to give the stranger a ride as you get squished between two men with jennie constantly pulling on the strap of the seatbelt to look over to the backseat, her mouth constantly dropping with every word jeongguk utters like heâs some well-known storyteller.
by the time the car rolls to a stop in front of his apartment building, jennieâs shooting you approving, borderline provocative looks your way - you donât doubt that if she had any power in her hand to put both you and jeongguk in the same room, lock the door and swallow the key, she would in a heartbeat.
âhey,â jeongguk leans over the doorframe, âcan i talk to you for a sec?â itâs the way he tilts his head to the side on a 35 degree angle, paired with that dangerous smile heâs been shooting you in the briefest span of moments jennieâs head is turned to the road and jiminâs gave is thrown outside of the window and taehyung isnât stealing glances from the rear-view mirror - that makes you want to shake your head in rejection to his request and prance out of the car like a predator in heat at the same time.
but instead, you calmly slide over to the side now vacant side and slip out of the car, closing the door behind you so no ears can eavesdrop.
the scent of his cologne wafts stronger into your senses now that you have no police officers to be cautious of nor any embellished stories to correct.
that, or maybe itâs the way heâs got you trapped against the car door and his body, right arm placed perfectly on the roof of the car, next to your head.
âbout time you give me your @, no?â the corner of his lips tilts higher into a cocky smirk.
âum, yea,â you begin, âi think itâs better if we leave into the night like strangers with stories, you know? and if weâre meant to find each other, we will,â you swear on your grandmotherâs grave that you will never go to any parties anymore, âmakes a good plot for a drama,â eyes going wide and mouth taking on an âoâ shape, you continue, âdidnât you say you were gonna start watching those?â
 his shoulderline shakes as he chuckles, head dropped it tilts up, eyes capturing yours, âiâm not falling for that,â his announcement is plain and simple and yet youâre forced to put twice the effort in your smile as to not let it falter, âafter getting my chest groped and caressed, i deserve at least-â
âit was a friendly pat, mind you,â you correct, smile still glued to your face before rolling your eyes, âbut snapchat is as far as iâm willing to go.â
âworks for me,â the screen of his phone flashes with a dark mode keypad splayed over it - youâre not sure how he unlocked it without taking those glinted eyes off you but he did. so you swipe the phone off his hand and send yourself a request through his account.
âiâm gonna open your snap and leave you on read!â you announce, and he laughs, âalright, bet!â
and with that, he waves at you using the same phone he told you to put your number in, taking a few steps backward, allowing you room to breathe properly again before he whirls on his heels and walks through the glass double doors.
you donât wait any longer than you have to, shivering from the cold night air when you slip into the car.
âdid you give him your number?!â jennie practically screams.
âno but i gave my snapchat only because he looked like he wouldnât sleep a wink at night if i didnât,â you shrug.
and thatâs how kim jennie gets it into her head that youâre going to get your first-boyfriend-cherry popped. or so she likes to believe.
but thatâs the least of your concern for the greater one comes in a devil with black jeans and matching plain t-shirt and timberlands and a lit up screen at exactly three something in the am, right after youâre done with a hot shower and in a middle of towel drying your hair and putting on your night routine skincare.
you open the text revealing a night view of a cityscape from a window which room is surrounded by darkness and a transparent horizontal strip with a ââď¸ â in the middle from a goldenjks.
so you snap a picture of your skincare products next to a mirror with you and a towel on your head, face blocked by your hand thatâs holding your phone, choosing to send âđâ.
and so it goes, the snap war that erupts between you and user goldenjks throughout the night which, after youâd gotten into bed with the lights off, basically includes snaps of your darkened room and his more superior window view.
before long, you started texting on snapchat about how the police officer seems to know him and how-
goldenjks
u were p chill for someone who got arrested for the 1st time
youâre giggling in the darkness at 5:23 am.
you
cs ik i didnât do anything wrong
duh
and he mentions something about a sobbing kid that was made to wait with you and nobody really did anything to comfort him.
goldenjks
that coulda been u if i wasnât there probably
you roll your eyes but you can feel your muscles becoming sore from the way your lips are stretching from ear to ear.
then it starts with how taehyung didnât saying anything throughout the ride up until the car rolled to a stop in front of jeonggukâs place.
goldenjks
r u guys using him for his car???
cs sameÂ
i would 2
you
wtf
weâre not đđ
and without much thought, you end up spilling a not-so-secret but not-so-well-known truth.
you
welp
heâs using me to get close to jennie so
ig i should use him for his car
oof
goldenjksÂ
ooof
so let me guess
u canât say no to him cs u have the biggest crush on him
âwhat the hell?â you mumble to yourself, smile pulled down into a frown, but before you can type out a reply, two more pop up on his side.
goldenjks
and jimin head over heels for u
you
𧢠𧢠đ§˘
u funny đđđ
goldenjks
fr fr tho đđđ
i would b too
all of a sudden, a boy with the softest blonde hair and crescent eye smiles floods your throughts. you and jimin might have been casual friends for the longest time and only until recently started hanging out together - and he may or may not hold confidential information about the littlest details of the lack of smile on your face and the blank snaps in your stories whenever youâre down.
but to say heâs reacting such way because heâs into you would be a total scam.
so you shake your head, laughing out loud, ânah canât be.â
you
alright imma đ´đ´đ´
to which jeongguk tests back a gnight and after one whole solid minute, a text u tmr?
you leave him on read.
x
âlike, who does he think he is?â you huff, burying the plastic spoon into the ice cream before scooping up a chunk of neapolitan flavored goodness and directing it into your mouth, âhe literally met us just last night and heâs spouting shit like he knows us for years?â
âi donât know,â jennie humps, tongue darting out to lick the remnants of strawberry ice cream on her upper lips before she goes on with a smile that screams âjust get together alreadyâ, âitâs kinda hot to me when guys know shits, you know what i mean?â
youâve managed to avoid jimin and taehyung at all costs and sneak to the ice cream parlor thatâs five minutes away from campus where you spilled your guts out about how you got unreasonably irritated by the long running joke, about how jeonggukâs hand wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you out of the way of the chaotic college students who were rushing to get out of the small, cramped apartment and how you stopped him from relaying your disbelief of his lack of knowledge about her.
âlike, i flipped out at him because of some stupid joke,â you shrugged, hands fiddling with each other while a coat of smoke wafted over the newly scooped and paid-for ice cream.
your name rolled off her lips before she stared at you with her hands on hear heart, âi- i didnât know you would go so far as fight a guy for me for calling me ugly,â then she laughed, âbut you donât have to. girl, we been knew iâm ugly as fuck.â
your jaw hit the ground at the word she used to describe herself before you blinked and came back to your senses and aggressive defenses, âoh my god, iâm the ugly one and youâre the literal goddess - like, i shouldnât even be looking at you. i should be looking at your sole. you should be stepping on me - step on me! now!â
a yelp resonated into the air as you groped around for jenniâs left leg in an attempt to lift her foot to make her step on you to which you both ended up laughing hysterically after realizing that she was wearing a skirt and the way you were sitting may or may have not resulted in an array of possible outcomes.
âoh my god, do you think she saw my panties?â she meant the woman in her late 40â˛s who were shooting disapproving eyes at the both of you as she scrolled through her phone, seeming to be waiting for someone before placing an order.
âyou just flashed a poor old woman who came to have some ice cream,â you were hunched over, hand covering your face as you stole glances her way which didnât hold long because you ended up giggling with the girl when you caught each otherâs eyes.
âyou think she likes what she sees?â jennieâs brows rose suggestively and you knew what she was going to say next before the words even leave her mouth, âyou think maybe i should tell her about my onlyfans?â
it was a few bursts of giggles later, that youâd finally managed to talk properly. or probably because jennieâs question brought out an unwelcomed emotion that you pushed to the back of your conscience last night and for the most part, managed to forget, âso,â her brows were wiggling like earthworms on her forehead, âdid he text you?â
that was what spurred the whole confession and up to the moment where you spilled the contents of the unfairly attractive strangerâs text.
âi donât know, he kinda went overboard,â you shrug and jennieâs hand reaches over yours, patting it once with what you assume is an understanding manner.
âsweetie, i get it,â she announces, âyou feel exposed because he said the absolute truth and only the truth and now youâre projecting your embarrassment on him through disdain.â
silence follows her statement.
and staring.
on your part, that is.
âgirl,â you blink once, eyebrows arched, âwhatever youâre having - i want some.â
that warrants a bout of giggles from said girl before she scoops her last bite of ice cream and hook arms with you as you walk towards the trashcan to dump your empty paper bowls, âno but for real, i like jeongguk-â
âthen you date him,â you announce, nodding in approval.
âi like how he brings this... this... fire out of you, you know?â she quizzes to which you shake your head in a âno, i donât knowâ kind of manner as she goes on, âand i already have namjoon so,â she sing songs as she starts to skip in the middle of the mall and since your arms are linked together, you end up taking larger steps to accommodate to hers before deciding that you canât root your feet down to slow her down into a normal pace. so you join her, skipping to the exit where you wait for your uber.
âyou guys made up?â the question comes out in a calm, poised manner once youâve both slipped into the backseat of the uber - youâd like to believe youâre doing a pretty good job on trying to conceal your spiking disbelief and the need to whoop someoneâs ass. that someone being a girl who just pledged an oath to choose herself first instead of some man who-
âi texted him and told him how i felt with him cancelling on our plans and when i didnât get any reply, i turned off my phone and got into bed because iâm not gonna mope over someone who wonât appreciate me,â at that, you give her an approving nod, âbut then he came knocking on my door at like 5 in the morning in yesterdayâs suit because apparently he has a deadline to meet and heâs been bending over backward trying to finish it on time and he brought his laptop with him too and managed to submit on time after explaining everything. he said he tried calling multiple times but obviously it went to voice mail so... yeah we made up.â
âthatâs...â you trail off, only to stare at your friendâs beaming face like sheâs just had one of the best facials on earth, âwow, i... i donât know what to say now that we know heâs not trash.â
âi know,â you feel her pat the back of your hand sympathetically, âand thatâs what a man is,â and when she looks at you with eyes that have one goal in her mind, you know not to start listening because the facts are going to bruise your pride and hit the nail on the head more times than youâd-
âliking a boy has more downs than ups but iâm not too worried because youâre a self-loving bitch and i love that for you but kim taehyung is not it,â she says all that with a straight face.
âyeah,â you mumble, thumbs fiddling together as you turn your attention to them as if itâs the most magnifying thing in the world to find out that identical parts of your body could move on their own with just a thought.
âokay, but i swear, heâs so oblivious all the time-â the girl stops short of her lament, you can see her head tilting to peer at you at a slightly different angle as if to see traces of an impostor on you, âwait, what?â
âwe got into a fight last night- i donât know if itâs even a fight but you know how i go off in a tangent when i get like annoyed, right?â you steal a glance at her for half a second before going back to your thumbs, âso i kind of did that to him before the dude announced the cops were coming and we havenât really talked to each other since then.â
before any of you could say anything else, the sound of a cough echoes in the air, warranting your attention to turn to the driver, a woman in her mid-thirties. you return her smile through the rear-view mirror, âif you donât mind me saying this - i know you girls are smart as fuck, but you sound just as dumb as that guy - whoever he is because itâs completely normal to get mad at someone youâre crushing on and still have a crush on them but sounds to me like youâre thinking one fight is the end of the world for you.â
âsis, please, donât encourage her,â jennie talk-whispers as she leans forward just the slightest bit and covers the side of her mouth with her hand.
âwell, weâre not really friends,â you begin and jennie groans - you two went over this and agreed to disagree with each otherâs wildly contrasting views about crushing on crushes that could crush you but the lady hasnât heard it so youâre not going to stop lamenting over it, âand whatever i do, itâs like iâm teetering on a tight rope because one wrong move and he probably wonât talk to me ever again and iâm not like miserably crushing on him - like, whatever we are right now - it lets me see him every day and he has the cutest smile and the prettiest fingers- i just - itâs better than not talking to each other forever, you feel?â
âum, donât i?â she rolls her eyes, as if coming from a place filled with oblivious boys and hopeless crushes.
her name is solar and she does uber as a part time while working 9 to 5 at a firm that she claims to pay better but still not enough for her to save up for her wedding on the side and she and her fiance knew each other since high school but sheâs seen him date two girls and get his heartbroken by both before he actually noticed her, the friend thatâs always been there for him through his heartbreaks.
coming from someone who isnât jennie and her alarming obsession with breaking parts of bodies of people who hurt her loved ones, solarâs view is somewhat a mixture of you and your best friendâs which still bases on one simple fact: whatever you say to and about taehyung comes bouncing back at you like a ping pong ball because-
âyou have a crush on him and he has a crush on jennie,â she surmises before looking over at the aforementioned girl, âand people with crushes act like idiots- by the way how do you feel- like how do you handle the guyâs advancements and still arenât awkward with each other because i have never seen...â
when the car rolls to a stop in the parking lot of your faculty, she finally turns to the two of you, her bleached blonde hair framing her face in waves as the silence - on you and jennieâs part as you both share glances at the indicative joke opening - hangs in the air with a sort of tension you can feel.
might even bite back like you did with jeongguk but youâre more in control now.
 â...two pretty best friends who are still best friends when thereâs a guy that comes between them.â
âoh thank god,â jennie sighs, laughing and youâre nodding in agreement, âthanks for not-â and your best friend echoes, âyeah,â before you can even finish your sentence, â-saying that cliche joke or like for giving your own twist to it,â waving a dismissive hand, you address her initial worries, âand taehyung doesnât-â
âhe doesnât-â jennie chimes in.
â-come between us.â
you both say at the same time.Â
âoh my god, thatâs great, you know my best friend tried sleeping with my fiance behind my back once,â solar crinkles her nose, âwasnât a good experience but anywho, iâm so glad to see two girls having each otherâs back like you guys. makes me want to...â
itâs a few moments later that you finally hand her the money and murmur out appreciations for being such a great uber driver along with some âgive me five stars! thanks!â and âwe will! have a nice one!â
you both part ways in the hallway when youâre supposed to go for marketing and she has to go for personnel management. jiminâs already reserved a seat for you, waving at you to catch your attention which he succeeds splendidly. by the start of the second year, youâve opted to sit together in classes you have in common, though not as close as the front as youâd like, itâs better than sitting at the back where you can hear the buzz of flies - you mean people, talking.
âare you doing anything this friday night?â jimin asks amidst people zooming out of the class as if they donât want to be there for longer than a minute after being dismissed.
that, or they have another class to get to on the other side of the campus.
âuh, just me or me and jennie âyouâ?â you dumbly question.
that warrants a chuckle from the boy, âyou and jennie... unless you wanna come alone?â
a hum vibrates in your chest as you narrow your eyes at him, as though if you looked close enough, you can see through his skull and right into his thoughts.Â
but you canât so thatâs why youâre spouting out another question, âwhere exactly are you inviting us again?â
âso, like, you know i dance right?â he drops his gaze for the briefest moment before coming back up to lock it with yours, âitâs very lowkey - just something i do for fun, but we kind of have a dance off with other teams every month and this monthâs round is this friday night so i was wondering if you wanna come?â then he quickly adds, âwith jennie, of course.â
to be frank your weekends are as boring and dull as it gets - the party-busted incident was a rare exception - but you and jennie are quite content with it. you start having more to do and places to venture out to when taehyung and subsequently jimin join your group of two and made it a group of four but for the most part, if youâre not going anywhere, your weekend is usually spent with watching movies and burying yourself in work for the rest of it.
âbet,â your reply might have come a tad bit delayed judging from how his brows rise to the ceiling and his eyes go round as he chirps, âreally?âÂ
âyeah, just text me or jennie the location the day before,â you request as you both walk down the hallway.
âgreat- yeah, iâll... iâll text you the place,â jimin beams even as he bumps into someone behind him, turning around to lower his head and mumble out an oh sorry before turning back to you, âi got another class but iâll text you- on thursday - not today, of course.â
and you wave back, shouting out an âokay bye!â
then heâs gone like the wind.
x
the days pass by like a breeze.
kim taehyung caught you in the middle of waiting for jennieâs class to end whilst also finishing up some work in the library. he knew your favorite spot and he knew where youâd usually be - but you had an inkling that you werenât exactly the reason why he memorized these little things. he waved at you in greeting and you waved back. you wouldâve pretended he didnât exist after that and go back to your laptop if he didnât hold up his phone screen with blank white space and blue and grey bubbles on the side.
so of course you picked up your phone, noticing that there were already three wiggling dots when you tapped on his name.
kth: hey
you met his gaze once, as if to affirm that he meant to send it. when he shota half, almost pleading smile, you typed out a reply.
you: hey whatâs good
kth: nothing
kth: just waiting for a friend
seeing as there was not really a conversation going on where jennie wasnât involved and how the boyâs blatant dismissal in addressing the big, giant elephant in the room, taehyung mustâve had seen the way your lips pursed into an irritated pout before his phone vibrated.
you: cool
and then you were back to your laptop, typing sentences out and backspacing because of its incoherent nature, or lack of quality or whatever reason that stopped you from doing your job before kim taehyungâs arrival.
then he started whispering âhey, uh, ____,â from across the table. upper body leaned to the front as if itâd help enunciate his words.
you took your sweet time taking out your airpods from each individual ear and placing them down next to your mac before finally arching a brow at the boy, âwhat?â
âhey,â he repeated, this time with a frozen mid-wave, âhi, how you doing?â
âgreat thanks,â there was a minimal effort on your part to disguise your âwhat even?â expression on your face as you picked up your right airpod first - only to be stopped by the boyâs-
âiâm sorry.â
itâs clean and short but his face made up for conveying his genuinity.
âwhy are you saying sorry?â it didnât mean you were going to let him off the hook easy.
âwell, because...â he trailed off for the briefest moment but the unconcealable bop of his adamâs apple isnât really helping him appear any more convincing, âi was being pushy...â he looked to you for an indication of him being on the right track to which you were not sure if he did get any but he still went on with his wits and his will - it took you everything not to gush over how cute he looks with his panic-blinking and pretty lips moving as if to say something but no words coming out, â...and i was generally being an annoying little shit.â
âand?â you pressed on, blinking once as if to paint a look of unbotheredness.
â...and...â he echoes, eyes darting from your phone to somewhere behind you and then something next to it but only silence fills the space between you and him.
âalright, iâm gonna be real with you,â leaning back, you cross your arms over your chest, âi know you talk to me when you need something and i donât really care - well i do, but i just bottle it up until it one day burst out, you know what iâm saying? so yea, if youâre wondering if that night was me blowing up on you, it kinda was and it wasnât because you were making small talks with me just to poke into my best friendâs business - well, it kinda is but like not in that way, you follow? what i mean is.. donât let me catch you sneaking behind jennieâs back asking personal shits about her that you donât think sheâs going to disclose even if you straight up ask her - thatâs sus, taehyung.â
by the end of it, he was staring at you like you had two horns and a tail swaying around behind you. but you concur, that may or may have not been your inner self coming to light - just a hypocrite criticizing someone for doing the things she would have done, if she wasnât already doing it, if she was in his shoes.
and to be quite frank, taehyungâs shoe size is probably a few inches bigger than yours but if they had laces, you wouldâve been able to put them on and tied them up to accommodate your ego.
so taehyung didnât - couldnât say anything in response to your second time going off into a tangent and because of what he did, at that. he stopped texting you altogether and only talked to jennie whenever you werenât around and left before you got to them if he saw you coming his way - jennieâs actually.Â
either way, jennie wasnât as elated as you thought sheâd be once you told her that you called taehyung out on his bullshit.
âum, iâve always wanted to tell him about me and namjoon so heâd give up - you were the one who didnât let me,â she might or might not have said something along the lines of you making her âlead him on all because you wanted to an eye candy to look at every day.â
âwhat do you mean?â your forehead was creasing a thousand folds.
ânot that iâm pointing fingers,â she went on, eyes glued to the pairs of indoor shoes in the corner of the room and anywhere but your eyes, âbut iâm like, cool with or without him around but you sort of said âokay, then itâs cool if he comes with us right?â and you were making puppy eyes and i couldnât no to that-â
and so you were laughing dryly, âaha- wha- what so itâs my fault that heâs being a total wuss and wonât square up?â
âi didnât say that,â jennieâs reply came a heartbeat later which meant yes, it was.
so now youâre not talking to your best friend and neither are you talking to the boy whoâs crushing on her. which leaves you a lot of free time to finish up your work in time to hop into a bullet train and then an uber and get to the building where jiminâs dance off is held.Â
youâre in the middle of texting the boy a âsorry, might b late. i didnât know thereâd be a line đâ when a figure comes up to you from the corner of your eye.
fitted in black jeans and matching tucked in t that shows off his slender waist and beanie, the only thing that isnât black is probably his white-yellow timberlands, âso you werenât kidding when you said you were gonna leave me on read.â
âyou know, itâs so cute that you think youâre worth the reply at all,â you blink, eyes going wide and jaw hanging loose from shock, âthis... this... confidence - where do you get it? seriously, tell me because i have never seen someone with such immaculate self-absorbance.â
jeonggukâs head moves as he nods in admittance, hands buried in his pocket before he looks up at you. that familiar glint in his eyes is telling you that whatever he has up his sleeve, youâre not going to be able to refuse.
âyou know, eugene over there and i are homies,â he nods towards the burly tall man at the front whoâs mainly the reason thereâs a line in the first place - one that no one seems to dare cut, âi could get you in faster.â
âoh my god, look what that self-absorbanceâs got you believing,â you put one, sympathetic hand on his shoulder as your free hand goes to cover the spot on your chest where your heart is, âiâm so happy for you,â you glance over to the not-declining-anytime-soon line behind you, âbut sometimes, even confidence canât get you into invites-only events.â
 to any other person, it mustâve looked like you and jeongguk are friends - friendly acquaintances hitting best buddies at the very least. but something in the way his grin curling sweetly on his lips and the curve of the half ringlet of his hair touching the corners of his onyx eyes, makes your toes curl inwardly and your stomach churn with a sort of emotion you canât pinpoint.
and because of that, you know there wonât be any sort of friendship forming between you and jeongguk.
he leaves you with an amused smirk and a âsee you inside,â and marches up to eugene, the two sharing an uncomplicated handshake before the man steps to the side and lets him in.
well.Â
it takes you another ten minutes of standing in line and assuring jimin that he doesnât need to rush out and risk having his team go without him when their turn comes. which according to jimin, âisnât anytime soon - they let the bigger teams go firstâ.
but then jimin knowing jimin, that probably meant soon enough.
when youâre finally on the front of the line, crumpled up ticket in hand, eugene gives you a once over and nods at his not-as-burly-but-just-as-scary-looking friend.
âfollow me,â and with that, she struts in through the door but instead of going down the hallway like the ones before you did before they disappear from eyesight in the corner, she takes a sharp turn to the right until she stops in front of an elevator.
her deep violet hair brushes against her cheekbones as she nods at the empty box with mirrors all around.
yeesh, guess everyone expresses themselves with their bodies here.
the numbers constantly change from ground level to 1 to 2 and finally stops at the 3rd floor where the blare of the music seems to come from. and thatâs when you see the black haired boy who has his forearms leaned against the railing as he grins at something on the bottom floor where the shouts and cheers seem to erupt from. but before you can make a sharp 180 to go back down where jimin said youâd only need to follow the hallway and take the turn around the corner like the people before you did, jeongguk looks up as if sensing the heat of your gaze drilling holes inside his head. with one hand raised, he beckons you over.
âyour majesty,â you drop into a bow once you reach him, âthis humble servant thanks you for bringing her here but,â pointing your thumb over your shoulder at the hallway you just came from you continue, âi think iâm on the wrong floor because all i can see here is flocks of hair - an oh, shiny scalp from that guy - arms flailing around. takes away the magic of dance, you feel?â
âso youâre here for jimin.â it doesnât sound like a question - so it must not be. a ponderous hum vibrate from his chest as you shoot him an arched brow whilst your insides burst like fireworks at the way his darkened eyes traces down your body and back up after heâs done with what seems to be a scoutâs assessment.
âno leather pants and no best friend or heartbreak boy hovering around like a lost puppy - let me guess, he did something that made you mad, the best friend backed him up and now youâre mad at both of them?â he raises his own brow, lips curling into an assured smirk, âoh and jimin hereâs probably taking a neutral stance because it âdoesnât concernâ him.â
you donât know if you want to run away or grab the neck of his shirt and smack your lips on his.
so you settle with handguns pointed in his face, âalright, catch you never.â
but before you can even take a step to where you came from, jeonggukâs laying out his card on the table, âyou sure bout that? itâs bulleproof boysâ turn - itâs jiminâs teams name, in case youâre wondering and judging by who theyâre going against, it might be their first and last performance for the night.â
âi knew that,â respectfully, you had no idea that the teams have specific names besides the alphabetical letters given to them upon registration.
jiminâs only mentioned dance match once and that heâs in team c thatâll go against team d.
so you stick around, watching from all the way on the third floor where the lest people are gathered, cheering out names of teams that are alien to your ears which seem to be the team jimin is going against. but the fact that jimin could dance with such precision and grace is magnifying enough. heâs mostly posed on either sides of the formation, switching from the front left to the furthest back line on the right side as the beat drops.
jiminâs name pours out of your mouth in cheers but itâs swallowed by the other cheers before it can even reach him. in the end, jiminâs team loses. they still go up to their opponent and share handshakes and sidehugs before moving away from the dance floor.
heâs not smiling nor is he frowning as he stands in the crowd after the prelims but his lips curl and eyes disappear into crescents when he sees you.
âhey!â his arms open up into a hug, only to stop halfway in hesitation but by then youâre already wrapping yours around his neck with a âyou were so cool!â
and just like that, the awkwardness in the air dissipates.
âi didnât see you in the crowd.â
âso what? you thought i left?â a light smack lands on his arm, âby the way, you didnât tell me it was this intense - i can feel the tension from all the way...â you pause for the briefest moment, â...in the audience.â
âeveryone here just likes to dance so it gets competitive at some point but at the end of the day, itâs important to have fun,â he shrugs, a shy smile plastered to his face.
âeither way you did great,â you bump his elbow with yours, and he shifts his weight to his left foot.
âwe lost but it was a fair match the bts people were too good,â a mixture of regret and contentedness crosses his face as he nods to himself, as if admitting the difference in skills.
âletâs get a drink later, iâm buying,â you propose and jimin looks like a kid who just received his favorite candy.
well, that was the plan for the rest of the night up until the winner was announced. then a boy no older than you and jimin came up to the latter, arms slung over his shoulders, âdude, beyond the scene just asked if we wanna join them at the afterparty. can you believe it?â
âdude, you capping - donât fucking joke with men man, i was about to shit my pants-â jimin attempts to shove the guy away half-heartedly which does nothing as his friend - teammate, cuts him off.
âiâm not fucking joking, man, behind the scenes literally asked if we wanna chill with them!â
the two boys are basically shoving each other back and forth before they start slapping each other on the face once to wake the other up. whoever this behind the scenes guys, they seem like a pretty big deal if two grown adults are fanboying this hard about them.
only after theyâre sporting the faintest shade of pink on their right cheeks, do they finally realize that they werenât squeal-whispering by themselves. he introduces himself as kai -Â âjiminâs best friend and mentor.â
âhe likes to say that because i got into dance because of him,â jimin adds, debunking the mentor myth.
youâre about to wave the two goodbye and call it a night since itâs pretty clear that the behind the scenes guys only invited them and not their friends.
âcome with us,â kai announces as the three of you walk down the back entrance where itâs less crowded and meant for the participants to use, âbaekhyun canât make it so weâll still be five people.â
âi really should go- itâs getting late and my place is in seoul-â
and so begin your war of apologies and âno, youâs.
âoh shit, i forgot.â jiminâs usually almond-shaped eyes turn round and wide, âyou used the subway-â
âyeah, but i can still catch the last train home-â you try to assure.
âiâll accompany you back-â
âno, no - you should go with them-â
âno, i made you come to watch-â
and it would have gone on until morning if you and jimin were left to argue on who should do what if kai didnât clap his hands together and put an end to the long debate, âokay, okay, break it up.â
he looks between the blonde haired best friend and then to you, âjimin came with me so iâm gonna drive him back anyway and i could drop you off too after chilling with bts - itâs nothing youâre not used to, beers and games and shits, you know? plus itâll be like, less than 20 people there - bts never invites other groups into their circle - who knows, maybe youâll find your true way like jimin did,â he pats the aforementioned man on his shoulder whilst jimin rolls his eyes at the way best friends whoâve heard their best friend boast about an-untruth for the umpteenth time.
and because you basically made another friend and that means youâll have at least 2 people to hang out with if the rest turns out not to be your kind of people - so you cave in, âokay, sure, why not?â
x
'why notâs are subjective - or so youâd like to think.
like when youâre not particularly into americano and prefer latte but wouldnât say no to having the first if jennie mixed up your order and bought you your not-so-favored but also not-so-hated drink.
but jennieâs known you since she shoved you off the swings at five after you outran her only to get to the swings faster because only one was vacant and the other kid was already in the other one.
so sheâd know your preferred drinks.
but in the event she suddenly has amnesia or anything and got you and americano, thatâs when youâll go, âwhy not?â
but that and finding out that jeongguk used to be part of bts until he hurt his during practice, having to have 2 major surgeries because of it, rendering him no longer able to dance so heâs only going to the dance offs to cheer for his friends which was how he met you at the entrance and now youâre handcuffed together (and yes, again) in the middle of the forest - are two disparate things altogether.
hoseok, the most outgoing and friendliest of the bunch, suggested for the ice breaking to be in a form of 2 beer bottles and a sort of rope or chain tying people from bts and the bulletproof people together to talk for five minutes. they only have 2 pairs of cuffs so the others that lack them have to make do with bandanas and you think a seokjin got harassed into taking off his shirt and using it as him and his designated partnerâs pseudo handcuff.
yours and jeonggukâs are - youâre not sure if itâs a fortunate or unfortunate thing - real ones (youâre not sure if you want to know why and how seulgi easily pulls out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs and a normal-looking one - out of the blue).
but youâre almost sure that youâre leaning on the side of the internal argument of this - this, right here - is why not.
âwhy didnât you text me back?â jeongguk is in the middle of asking as you take a big chug of the alcoholic beverage.
"oh my god,â you let a pleased smile tug at your lips as you feel the buzz of the alcohol coursing through your system, âi was just gonna talk to you about that - jennie said i was being a ghosting b because you only said facts and i got like, offended without a reason but i agree that people can be wrong sometimes and that was her time... i just...â you shrug, âi just didnât want to text you back so i didnât,â you look at him with a new found familiarity, âanyways, how was your week?â
by the end of it, jeonggukâs nodding and poorly suppressing his smirk.
âwell, let me start first,â you begin before he can even say anything, listing down the happenings in a chronological order which may or may have not confirmed his initial assumption on why youâre here alone â...i mean, was it my fault though? between you and me, i think jennie and i need to sit down and actually talk about accountabilities first, you know? but anyway, thatâs how my week went! how about you, how was your week?â
to say that your turmoil of a week is anything close to a laugh-worthy joke, would be a lie but for some reason, trickles of laughter are escaping jeonggukâs lips and into the night air as he leans back, holding his stomach. he wouldâve hit the ground if youâd poke him.
âwow,â you slowly nod, âthatâs... thatâs very... flattering that you think my somewhat a quarter life crisis is amusing,â a grin stretches across your face but your eyes drill holes into the boyâs skull, âmaybe i should just quit uni altogether. thatâd be... exciting, right? just... quit uni and live a life as a comedian because look at how much iâm cracking you up right now!â
and it goes on for another minute of jeonggukâs laughter filling the air as you threaten him to stop in the guise of encouragement besides the cracking of the branches as it gets swallowed up by the fire in the barrel not too far away from where everyoneâs scattered.
âgod,â when heâs finally reduced to chuckles and wiping invisible tears off the corner of his eyes, youâre about halfway done with your bottle.
âand heâs back,â you announce, âwelcome back. canât say i missed you though but glad that youâre back with us.â
but before jeongguk can get a word out about his own week which youâd asked, if only to be polite, hoseok is already summoning everyone to gather around the barrel as he raises a bottle in the air to -Â ânew groupship and friends!â
or so you think he said.
youâre not too sure because youâre too busy demanding jeongguk to - âuncuff me right now, jeon - was that too pushy? let me try again,â you pause, clearing your throat, âcan you please, please, please, uncuff me so i can go back to my friends and not have to stay here a minute longer?â
âdonât act like you donât enjoy my company,â he offers you one of his self-assured smirks before addressing your concern, âiâm trying,â he says simply, free hand patting around the pocket on the side of his jeans before groping his own ass.
âum, maybe try harder?â you suggest, smiling sweetly but it downturns into a frown not even a minute later when he declares, âi canât find it.â
âyou... canât find it?â you echo his words.
âitâs not on me,â he states.
âwell, did seulgi give it to you at all or...â you trail off only to be met by a devious smirk which doesnât exactly help his case.
âguess youâre stuck with me,â he shrugs ever so easily.
âoh, hell nah,â and thatâs when you latch onto to smirking boyâs body - on your hands at least, and since his left hand and your right hand are cuffed together, it doesnât allow much room for your physical inspection which is how using your only free hand to get to the side of his pocket thatâs farthest from you - may appear suspicious to others.
you only notice that youâre fully facing jeongguk and having your back turned to everyone else when hoseokâs voice cuts through the air, âyo hold up, hold up, hold up - this is bonfire and chill, not netflix and chill.â
your jaws hurt from hanging a bit too low as you meet each and everyoneâs eyes, their giggling and laughing already telling enough of what the majority thinks - everyone except jimin, that is.
but youâre a bit too preoccupied with trying to clear the supposed air of you and jeongguk getting it on in the middle of the forest with both your friends and his around, âaha,â you force out, âi know this,â free hand waving between the chain linking your wrists and the open air which isnât helping your case because jeonggukâs poor attempt at subduing his smirk is well, poor, âmight look sus to you but it isnât - jeongguk lost the key and if someone could help us find it, itâd-â
âoh, donât worry, i have a spare at home,â seulgi chirps up, hand waving her illuminated phone, âiâll text my girlfriend to bring it here.â
well, that explains the fluffy cuffs.
âsick,â jeongguk nods over to the girl to which she holds up an âokayâ sign and a meaningful smile to him which shouldnât be ominous but is.
so you fix him a stare when hoseok goes to say something along the line of âgreatâ and âlifesaverâ to seulgi.
which the boy only asks back with a âwhat?â
âi have something to say but iâm not gonna so iâm just gonna keep quiet but just know that iâm watching you,â but the warning doesnât exactly bring out the intimidating aspect that you hoped for.
âwatch all you want, iâm yours for tonight,â the velvety sound of his chuckles is awfully distracting because you donât even notice the chain clinking until his fingers interlock yours before he brings them up in the air - as if to emphasize on the technicality of his titillating claim.
the night goes on with bottles of beers scattering over the ground, faint smoke dissipating into the air as the scent of something sweet and fruity wafts around whilst the juul gets passed around.
once in a while someoneâs laugh echoes between the gaps of the trees and into the night, amidst the sound of woodland creatures. youâve downed one and a half bottle of henny whilst jeongguk doesnât seem to have gone past even half of his first bottle. but heâs chuckling and laughing at something someone said which, for the most part, is funny or warrant a jaw-dropping, pin-drop-silence kind of reaction just like now as seulgi confesses to-
ânever have i ever slept with my momâs boyfriend at 19.â
âand thatâs on mommy issues,â you hold up a beer in a âcheersâ manner at her whilst she mimics your action before you both tilt your head up and take a chug out of your individual beers at the same time.
âwhat about you?â jeongguk asks and for a moment, you forget that there are people around because jeonggukâs eyes look like someone reached up the sky and handpicked two stars each for his irises and trap them in there like a class case.
but youâd like to believe itâs the alcohol doing its rightful work in your system because youâre back on the ground with an unrelenting itch on your ankle where itâs brushing against the blades of grass.
âyea, whatâs your never-have-i-ever mommy issues edition?â kai speaks up.
ânah, itâs wack,â you wave a dismissive hand but end up agreeing to spill the beans when a bout of protest spreads across your ever so faithful audience.
âokay, okay, never have i ever fucked my biological momâs husband who isnât my dad,â you say which earns a bout of cheers and âthatâs messed upâs before seokjin claps his hands together.
ânever have i ever...â he pauses, grinning as an added suspense before he goes on, âfucked my brotherâs boyfriend.â
the game doesnât last for long when everyone collectively agree to take the atmosphere up a notch and play strip truth or dare. but before your turn came, seulgi announces her girlfriendâs arrival concurrently with her having to leave for the night because sheâs her ride home. and because you and jeongguk are both of the same mind that youâre the ones that should be following after her to get yourselves uncuffed, you do just that.Â
yeri is a sweetheart and matches seulgiâs playful yet reserved nature. they take the cuffs with them and seulgi waves you two goodbye with the same, meaningful smile directed to jeongguk - but if thatâs not enough, the âgood luckâ thumbs up is a screaming red button for you.
but before you can even call him out for his possible hand in convincing his dance friends to invite jiminâs and consequently you to the forest after the match - he beats you to it.
âyou okay?â this time, his features are lacking the smirk.
âyea, why wouldnât i be?â you say, hopping on the rail of the train track thatâll lead to the spot where the others are - so far, youâre doing a good job not falling to your demise.
âi donât know,â the scraping sound of his soul kicking against the pebbly ground fills the air as he walks next to you, hands in his pocket, âyouâve been pretty quiet after that thing about your mom.â
âyou think what i did was messed up?â you inquire, resisting the urge to steal a glance at him to see what kind of emotion heâs making - whether itâs contorted with disgust or whether his nose is crinkling at an attempt to appear unbothered or whether there really isnât any judgments being passed and heâs just downcasting his eyes because heâs looking out for possible sharp objects protruding from the ground.
âeveryoneâs a little messed up,â his shoulderline shakes as he shrugs, âitâs the why behind it that counts.â
ânah,â your hair tickles your face as you shake your head in blatant refutation, âi didnât have a reason.â
and just when you expect a disgusted scoff to erupt from jeonggukâs pink lips... it doesnât.
âthat works too.â
silence follows his words for the longest moment with you trying placing one foot in front of the other, pretending like teetering on that tightrope youâre stuck on with kim taehyung at the end of it, not even waiting for you but just happen to be there.
so you break the silence, âi finally found her last year - flew all the way to jeju because my biological aunt saw my the post i put up on facebook in a last ditch attempt before i hire a private investigator like my dads suggested. she set us up to meet,â the picture of a woman whoâs so similar yet dissimilar to you flashes at the back of your head, a biscoff cheesecake slice lying untouched on the table and someone screaming at the top of their lungs right in front of your ears, âmy biological mom didnât know anything about it, flipped out and told me to never bother her again so i looked up where her husband worked and slept with him and sent the video to her.â
jeongguk doesnât say anything, only nodding in your periphery before a soothing kind of silence lapses between you.
âwhatâs your story?â you ask a moment later.
âhm?â he glances at you, the moonlight shining over that smirk that youâve come to miss in the course of the five minutes it went missing, skin painted a creamy white.
âif you donât wanna tell, thatâs fine too but like, you basically tore down my walls and iâm naked as hell - figuratively -â you add as soon as his eyes light up, âright now.âÂ
but then he tries to bargain, âpromise youâll text me back and iâll tell.â
and you try to teeter in the grey area between words and its meanings, âalright, promise... i wonât leave you on read.â
ânah, you gotta promise to text back,â his half curls sway as he shakes his head - your end of the bargain not sufficiently satisfying.
itâs a few moments after your surrendering, âyou know what? keep your skeletons in your closet - iâm good,â that he finally says something.
âi used to do tracks, lucked out with a sports scholarship but by freshman year in college, realized i didnât even like tracks and dropped out...â
jeonggukâs parents werenât happy about it - didnât exactly welcome him when he came back with a suitcase and a letter from his unversity claiming the outstanding balance of his first two semesters. but he wasnât happy at home either.Â
so he packed his bags one more time and took the first train to seoul where he worked part time at a restaurant and occasionally at the dance offâs, before he found the beyond the scene people and subsequently found dance. that was amidst of a developer of the game he was playing approaching him through the gameâs chat server and offering him a job to test out their games with the condition that he gets a degree in computer science which they paid for on the companyâs scholarship fund.
and so it was obvious that jeon jeongguk, wherever he chooses to go and stop at, blooms like a wildflower that strives in any condition thrown in his face whether it be a storm, a hurricane or a sunny weather that barely allows any rain to cover the soil heâs rooted in.
and because heâs true to himself, it isnât as unbelievable, when almost everyone - from every layer of backgrounds, flock around him like honeybees in spring - allured, magnified and bewitched by jeon jeongguk that makes him... well, him.
to say you understand him a little bit better may be an overstatement but maybe youâre less suspicious of his keen intuition and uncanny prognosis of what happened in your relationships, both with your friend and your not-so-friendly crush.
jeongguk jests that his leg âdoesnât work like it used to but-â - heâs been to places. seen people.
âso why are you obsessed with me?â you question into the night in a light hearted joke, âi mean, i can possibly see why because well, iâm... me and iâm amazing but you know, itâs not healthy to be this obsessed with people.â
his chuckles sounds like wind chimes on a spring day, "besides the fact that i was too busy being a tracks nerd for most of my life so i have zero flirting skills and decided to make all the calls that seem to irritate the one person i want to get to know? itâs because you looked like you were head over heels with the guy you were putting in place but still managed to not make it personal.â
it takes a moment for you to digest what he just said, and even then, youâre nodding in complete disagreement as you blurt out, âpretty sure some parts were personal,â and you turn to him with a smile stretched over your face, âbut glad that you donât think iâm the impostor.â
so you stop twenty steps away from where you can see the fire in the barrel and hoshi, one of the guys from bulletproof boys, standing in boxers and shouting an oath before gulping down a bottle of henny at an alarming rate.
âeveryoneâs a little sus now and then,â he refutes, nose crinkling as a grin spread across his moon-kissed features as he offers you his hand and you take it, hopping off your tightrope journey and onto grounding earth.
x
when morning comes, you wake up to the familiar but not-very-welcomed sound of cars honking from outside your window and the light piercing through your eyelids, so much so, you surrender to the start of the day. arms stretched over your head and a guttural sound vibrating within your chest as a sign of protest before your vision finally gets used to the bright sunny rays.
and thatâs when you freeze. arms stretched and all.
âafter all this, you canât say no to a date with me,â jeon jeongguk is lying right next to you, in your one-person bed which you could never imagine would fit more than your need-for-maximum-space self when you sleep but there he is, in yesterdayâs clothes, hugging your light pink alpaca plushie on his stomach whilst his elbow which you donât notice before is poking into your rib.
the events of last night untangle in a web of hazed memory coming to high definition as each passing second pass by.
you and jimin live on the opposite ends of the city which made you reluctant in having kai drive you back at all, so jeongguk offered to split the uber bills with you because apparently, âoh, hey, we live in the same area!â
which later turned out you didnât and it wouldâve made more sense for him to hitch a ride with kai and jimin. but you didnât even need to ask why he did what he did.
because by the time you and jeongguk returned, itâd been a set-in-stones assumption that you were off making out somewhere under a tree and everyone cheered you and him for it upon your return.
well, except jimin.
so you pulled jeongguk to the side once the attention was directed to hoseok whose dare was to lick the grass he was stepping on.
âis that thing about jimin liking me true because heâs been like, avoiding my eyes the whole night and now heâs acting like i donât exist and iâm pretty concerned because his friend is my ride home,â you whispered underneath your beath.
jeongguk threw one, confirming glance at the aforementioned man before nodding casually, âheâs jealous as fuck because he thinks we did the do - cross my heart and hope to die.â
so you ended up offering jeongguk to sleep in your bed because it was already late and it felt like a waste to spend another thirty bucks to go back to a place where nobody was waiting for him anyway.
you were so beat, youâd fallen asleep as soon as jeongguk pulled your protesting self off the futon-splayed floor and held you captive in your own bed.
âyou know what? i might as well,â you say, legs thrown off the bed and stretching some more before looking down at the smiling, plushie-holding, grown ass person in your bed, ânow we need to figure out how to sneak you out because this is a girls-only dorm and if they found out i have a guy over, i might get expelled.â
but before you can even start brainstorming the best possible route for jeongguk to sneak out without being detected, an obnoxious rapping reverberates against your door. the look of pure horror settling in as jeonggukâs smile melts into a wide-eyed, panicked face would have been adorable if youâre not in the middle of shoving him into your âquick, in the closest!â which he needs to hunch his shoulders to become as small as possible before you can close it whilst you yelp out a âjust a minute!â
by the time you manage to school a smile on your face, jennieâs is already sprinkled with a dust of red as her brows come together, judging your choice of outfit and the events that went down last night.
âhey, girl,â you drag out the first word in idle panic, body leaning against the doorframe a little too defensively, âwhatâs...â you canât even find the right words as you tap your fingers against the doorframe before finally saying, âwhatâs good?â
but one questioning look from her and youâre stepping out of the way, left to stand at attention like a cadet in the presence of the general whilst said general struts into your room and scans it once before turning to you.
ââwhatâs good?ââ jennie echoes and you know from the way her head does the slightest of movements according to her enunciation, âimagine seeing your best friend on some mutual friendâs snapchat story which mind you, said mutual friend isnât anywhere close to either of you and the time in the snap says a big whooping 4:03 am while youâre here feeling bad for hurting her feelings with your words words. but does she feel bad? well, it doesnât flipping look like she even gave any thoughts about you, did it?â
and thatâs when the closet decides that itâs had enough of storing a full grown human in its belly and slowly, but surely swings the door open with thunderous creak in the midst of the calm before the storm. and lo and behold, a jeon jeongguk, still hugging your alpaca tightly, keeping his eyes closed as if itâll make him invisible before he gradually screws one eye open to the sight of a raging but confused jennie kim and a mortified you turning to said girl.
so much for keeping skeletons in closets.
âi-i can explain.â
x
it turns out all it takes for jennieâs anger to subside is for her to find a boy in your room. namely the boy sheâs been blatantly shipping you with even though you barely knew each other then.
âi have a wig in my room,â she suggests after youâve exhausted all options - jeongguk canât climb through the window and jump down from the second floor.
âwell, he can but thereâs no guarantee heâll be able to leave without one of his limbs intact,â youâd added, shrugging.
heâs sitting crossed leg on your bed, alpaca in his lap and looking cute as hell as his eyes go round at the mention of a wig and five minutes prior, crossdressing. the plan is for you and jennie will walk him out once heâs all dresed up like youâre just three - well, one is kind of buffed up but still pretty - best friends who had a girlsâ night and crashed in your room.
he whistles lowly, head lulling to the side as he stares at the door before turning to you with a playful smile, âiâve always wanted to wear a skirt.â
and so it goes, jennie kimâs squealing and making a short trip to her room and returning with a bag full of wig, stretchable sweaters and lycra skirts whilst she scours through your closet for clothes that you have but donât even remember. the oversized sweater thatâs a few more inches too big for you wraps around his body tightly and the skirt is a tad bit too short for him, going down to a few inches above the knee. but the head turner is the way the curly brown wig gracefully frames his face and softens his jawline, giving an illusion of how his half-ringlet would have looked if he grew them out.
you apply the soft pink lipgloss on his already rosy lips as a joke in a guise of a final touch, heart skipping as his lips curl whilst he gazes at you the whole time youâre putting on the glimmering liquid.
âokay, i feel bad,â you confess, shoulder line falling, âi thought youâd hate the lipgloss and i was going say itâs important to make the look work if you said no but youâre not saying no and youâre looking at me like youâd trust me with your life...â a sigh rolls off your lips at the end of it.
âyou feel bad?â he echoes, glossed lips looking kissable as hell - it doesnât even matter that heâs smirking like it was part of his plan all along to manipulate your conscience into confessing your ulterior motive.
so you nod.
âgood,â he states simply.
âyou saying good like youâre satisfied that you managed to pick on my guilty conscience is making me feel less guilty,â you narrow your eyes, not even bothering to hide the smile creeping on your lips.
âoh my god, my ship is sailing!â jennieâs whispered squeal cuts through the air before she reverts to her deadpanned self, âokay but seriously, if youâre done sprinkling sugar cubes all over the place, i think we should get jeongguk out before miss snitchery sonyeon next door sniffs the man in jeongguk and snitch on us.â
sonyeon has been known for reporting 2 boy-sneaking activities that went on last year which would have been justified if the girls that brought the boys into their room was doing questionable things and loudly at that but the first incident was with a late enrolled newbie that just moved in and didnât know that boys werenât allowed inside and though the other girl did sneak her boyfriend in, it was only because he was bleeding profusely and needed first aid treatment which she stored in her room.
youâre just about a few feet away from the double doors when a familiar but disembodied voice drums in your ears.
âyou three, stop right there.â
you think your heart stops working for the briefest moment as time freezes and youâre craning your head to look at jennie whose fear-stricken face mimics yours and then jeongguk whom you donât expect to wear such ceases in his forehead.
so you do the one thing that you think of-
ârun.â you whisper.
all of a sudden, the wind is in your face and a few heads turn your way - but you doubt that it has more to do with how unfairly gorgeous jeongguk looks than the fact that the ra is on your tail, her pitched demands for âsomeone stop them!â whilst. youâre not sure if someone did try to chase after you or if the adrenaline pumping in your system is what helps you sprint faster than a cheetah but when you finally slow down, almost skidding to a stop on the grass somewhere on campus grounds instead of the dormitory area - itâs because jennie is dramatically breathing through her mouth and found herself a bench to put on an act of dying whale.
âyou guys... go on... leave me be...â she croaks out in between breaths, hand reaching out to the air.
âdude, tell me if youâre gonna stop so we can stop and get caught together,â you guff, plopping down, your state no better than jennieâs while jeongguk shakes his head at the two of you.
not even a beat of sweat or heaved breathing coming from him - not to mention that-
âhow are you the fastest-â you suck in a much needed breath, â-when your leg doesnât work as good anymore?â
âyea, didnât say i canât run,â he grins.
âjen, letâs go,â you say, tapping the dying whale on her shoulder as she starts wailing words of saddened goodbyes.
âforsake me! save yourselves!â she wheezes, staring into nothingness before waving a dismissive hand, âno for real, i donât think theyâre gonna chase us all the way here. you guys go, i have a date anyway, iâll text kim,â itâs the name you coined for namjoon whenever you talk about him in public, âto pick me up here.â
a year ago, you would have called her a brave fool for having her boyfriend slash professor thatâs teaching at the same university - pick her up in plain sight. but once you saw the unfamiliar ferrari roll to a stop in front of the dorms with tinted black windows, you understand why they can be as free and uncaring as they are.
âyou sure? what if they saw you here?â you question, needles of doubt still deeply pierced into your racing heart.
but when she looks at you with arched brows and a familiar couldnât-care-less attitude, you know nothing you say can change her mind which helps ease the knots in your stomach by a lot.
so you cave in, waving her goodbye - but not before the scarring âwe still need to talk thoughâ reminder - and going back to the tall, brown haired person whoâs holding his left hand midair and wiggling his fingers about in what you think is a parodic depiction of how girls wave at each other while mouthing a nasally, higher-pitched âthank you so much for helping us.âÂ
one minute into the walk, you stop in front of the cafe youâre used to having lunch at with your group of 4 - if thereâs even any group left after this, âso this kim guy - heâs way older isnât he?âÂ
âif youâre all knowing, you wouldnât end that sentence with a question,â you assert, âso iâm not gonna say anything.â
âthatâs a yes then,â he nods.Â
âi think we lost them,â you say, a tad too late but pretend to look around anyway like youâre not 200% sure of that fact.
to any outsiders, youâll probably look like two girls standing three feet apart from each other, looking out in a distance.
ânice,â jeongguk nods, joining in your scouting party before he squints his eyes at something in the most casual manner before suggesting, âso... you wanna go on a date?â
x
âyou think we lost them?â you whisper under your breath, worry filling your chest as you throw your gaze over somewhere at the end of the alleyway where flashes of red and blue lights passed by.
but before the black cladded boy can say anything, his lips smack together as he and you both press yourselves flat to the wall as the sound of radio static bounces into the narrow space youâve found yourselves in. six months after your first date, which involves a crossdressing jeongguk and a day at a park that had you returning to the dorm with a giant teddy bear and a strip of photo you took from the booth comprising the multiple personalities embodied in one person from sassy to stare-into-the camera-intimidating face to him looking down and shyly peeking through his pushed back curls - youâve gone on multiple other dates.
none of which can be considered normal because youâll always end up in a sticky situation like you are now.
on your second month, you found out that jeon jeongguk not only has a stable income for literally playing games while trying to balance out his education but he also paints and draws.
on your third month, you go on your first mural-painting-in-the-middle-of-the-night-dressed-as-robbers date to which ended pretty well with the two of you getting hungry and having ramen at a 24 hour convenience store. so the mural painting becomes a monthly routine.
jimin finds out about it somewhere down the line and broke out into the most heartwarming smile while teasing you about how âthe singles lost another one,â as he shook his head in dismay. but things went back to normal for the most parts. taehyung talks to you more now. he apologized for having only treated you like someone useful to him when he needed something and found that you have more in common than you think.
like how youâre decently informed about the greatest artists of all time - all because jeongguk was telling you about them whilst you chill at his place on days you donât feel like going out but still want to spend time together. jeongguk, later found out that his supply of artistic information was what led to you and taehyungâs improving friendship and offers to become your spokesperson by having you invite taehyung to a cafe so he can pour his abundance of knowledge in the fine arts of painting -Â âsince heâs so interested in van gogh, you know what i mean?â
he even finished it with a tilt of his head and an sassy âugh.â
âi think we gotta run,â jeonggukâs declarations doesnât have you arching your eyebrows and looking at him in an âare you for real?â kind of manner.
it could be because youâre so used to running from law enforcement now.
or maybe because jeongguk showed you the world through his eyes. doesnât mean itâs any less terrifying - the thought of being caught and shoved behind the bars whilst they included it in your records. but hey, at least, youâre no strangers to handcuffs.
âon one,â you say and he nods, hand squeezing yours as if saying iâll never let them get you.
âthree,â you begin, eyes fixed on the stars in jeonggukâs gaze, âtwo,â jeongguk breathes in deeply, âone.â
run.
x
note. i hope you guys enjoyed reading!! and if you want anything similar to this kind of style, i have one more college au. the second part of that one is my pinned post which also has a link to the first part. if youâre curious why iâm not gonna link or name it is because iâm convinced that tumblr literally makes anything thatâs linked or mentioned it blocked for some reason idk.
but anyways, thank you for reading!!
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After a drunken one-night stand with your ex, you thought you could get him out of your life for good. Unfortunately, the two of you canât seem to keep away from each other. Why canât you leave each other alone? And more importantly, why is he still on your mind?
tw: mentions of alcohol, hangovers, profanity, talk of sex, one-night stands
After a lot of deliberation and even more wine with Yachi, you both came to the conclusion that ignoring Suna and the one-night stand would be the best course of action. You were also hesitant to give back the National Team jersey you had taken, fearing that it would draw attention to what had conspired between you two.
Instead, you adopted the expensive jersey into your wardrobe.Â
So now you sat, head thrown back over the edge of your couch, fifth glass of wine in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, bright red jersey with a large 12 and Sunaâs name emblazoned on the back haphazardly thrown over your body. It was a comfortable jersey, plus, it was laundry day. You would wash it before (if) you ever gave it back.Â
Yachi stole the wine glass out of your hand before you could drain the rest of it.Â
âWhat the fuuuuck, âToka? I was almost finished!âÂ
Yachi just looked at you with a blank expression. âY/n, you need to go to bed before you show up to your first day of work hungover. Youâll thank me in the morning. Câmon,â she grabbed your hands to pull you up, dragging you along all the way to your bedroom.Â
You cuddled into the sheets, trying to ignore the smell of Sunaâs cologne on the jersey and failing miserably. Yachi brought you a glass of water and painkillers, then turned off the lights and bid you goodnight.Â
At least you knew why Suna was in Tokyo now. It made sense that he would make the National Team, and it was a major oversight on your part for accepting a job as a trainer for said team. However, there was nothing you could do now. You would just have to wait and see how it all played out.Â
You tossed and turned before finally surrendering to the comfort of the jerseyâs scent. It was easier to fall asleep when you could pretend someone was next to you, anyway. When you ultimately dozed off, it was to memories of your ex-boyfriendâs calming hugs and bright smile.
---
When you arrived at the National Team Training Center the next morning, you were anxiously waiting for Suna to corner you about Saturday nightâs events. Instead, you were able to walk all the way down to your new office across from the locker rooms without seeing anyone else. You set down your purse and backpack in your new office, smiling at the Assistant Athletic Trainer plaque outside your door. Popping back out into the hallway, you dropped a coffee off with your boss, Iwaizumi Hajime, whose office was adjacent to your own.Â
Practice didnât start for another hour, giving you plenty of time to calm your nerves about seeing Suna. You booted up your laptop and began preparing the playersâ training regimens. After about thirty minutes, Atsumu strolled into your office.Â
âHey, y/n!â
ââTsumu!â He wrapped you in a big hug, lifting you off the ground and causing you to giggle.
âHowâve you been?â He set you back down and sat on the edge of your desk.
âGood! Lots of prepping for this new job, making sure all of your workouts are in order.â You gave Atsumu a light punch in the arm. You had missed joking around with him. Before you moved away from Hyogo, he was one of your best friends.
âWell, I hope it goes well. Hey, speaking of which, my shoulder has been kinda sore lately, think you could massage it for me?â
You just rolled your eyes and nodded. Of course, Atsumu would use your new position to his advantage. You could already tell that these next few weeks would be full of Atsumu begging for back massages when he didnât really need them. On the bright side, at least if he was trying to scavenge a massage from you, Suna probably didnât mention anything to him.
âLetâs go out to the court, practice is about to start. Iâll do it out there so that we arenât late.â
Atsumu nodded, so you grabbed your backpack with your medical supplies and followed his lead to the court. You dropped your stuff at the bench and motioned for him to sit down. As you worked on his shoulder (his muscles were kind of tight after all), he talked about the temporary move to Tokyo and preparations for the upcoming Olympics. It was only April, but the competition would be here before anyone knew it. At least the team had the benefit of being at home for the duration of the Olympics. You couldnât imagine having to adjust to a new timezone before competing at an international level.Â
As you two talked, more players began to filter in. Iwaizumi came out to check on you, scolding Atsumu for taking advantage of your trainer status, to which you just laughed.Â
âItâs fine, I promise. If I really minded, I wouldâve told him to leave.â
âAlright, if you say so,â Iwaizumi looked at his watch, âShit, I gotta go. Itâll probably be just you out here for most of the morning, y/n. I have a ton of meetings and work to catch up on, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay! I can handle it, donât worry.â You smiled, trying to conceal the large amount of fear you still held for interacting with a certain middle blocker. Iwaizumi gave you a grin before turning and walking back towards his office.Â
Atsumu smirked at you, âHe totally thinks youâre hot.â
You punched Atsumu in the shoulder, hard. âShut the fuck up! And he does not, heâs gay, and heâs fucking married!âÂ
âHm, what a bummer. Youâre too tense, you need to get laid.â
Your eyes widened as you slapped a hand over his mouth. âAtsumu!â
âHey Atsumu, y/n, long time no see.â
Your heart dropped as you turned towards the unmistakable voice, one hand still on Atsumuâs mouth.Â
âSunarin! Whatâs up?â Atsumu shrugged your hand off as he stood and gave Suna a half-hug. You stood to the side, slowly inching towards your backpack as a means of escape. If Suna turned his attention to you, you could just busy yourself with whatever you had in there.Â
âFuck, y/n, itâs been forever since I last saw you.â You looked up at Suna, schooling your expression into something resembling calm, cool, and collected and ignoring the pounding of your heart.Â
You gave a half-hearted laugh, âYeah.â Suna flashed you one of his signature grins, and you nearly choked on air. Why was he so attractive?
âYouâre still as beautiful as ever.â Fuck. âSo this is what youâre up to nowadays?â
âYep!â You allowed a little grin to slip through. âLiving the dream as an assistant athletic trainer!â
âThatâs awesome. I always knew you would do something great.â Oh my God. âWell, it looks like practice is about to start. We should go out sometime, catch up! Itâs been years since weâve talked.â
You nodded and watched as he jogged over to where some other players were stretching, then turned and buried your face in your hands. What the fuck. He didnât remember Saturday. That was good. Now you just had to play it cool around him, and everything would be fine.
You felt an arm settle itself on your shoulder. âHe totally thinks youâre hot.â
âAtsumu, Iâm going to fucking kill you.â
The man in question quickly removed his arm from your shoulder, giving you a questioning look. âThe fuck is your problem with him? I know you two still have whatever from high school thatâs unresolved, but you look like you want to die on the spot right now.â
âIf I tell you, you have to swear you wonât tell anyone. Not a soul.â You could already tell you were going to regret this.
Atsumu brought his hand up with a cheesy grin on his face. âI solemnly swear. Now tell me.â
You sighed and internally cringed. You couldnât believe you were about to tell Atsumu this. âOn Saturday night, I got drunk and woke up in Sunaâs bed,â you watched as Atsumuâs jaw dropped, âAnd he doesnât remember anything, thank God.â
âHoly fucking shit, y/n!â
âKeep your fucking voice down!â
âWait, wait, wait, it gets better,â you winced as you prepared yourself for whatever bad news Atsumu was about to bring, âHe called me Sunday morning, talking about a ripped skirt and a bra some chick left, and that she stole his National Team jersey. Youâre telling me that was you?â
Grimacing, you nodded.
âDamn, y/n. Youâre screwed.â
You nodded again.
---
After a morning of tough practice, you were finally enjoying some peace and quiet at your desk. You ate the bento Yachi packed for you (she was a literal angel) and tried to avoid thinking about how hot Suna looked while practicing today. You couldnât stop staring at him; every time you looked away, you somehow found yourself looking in his direction again.
Your buzzing phone pulled you out of your thoughts.
Osamuâs laughing voice filled the tiny speaker.Â
âY/n! You slept with Sunarin! And he doesnât even remember!â
You were going to murder Miya Atsumu.Â
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ă Unbeknownst to Jungkook, there is a rise in popularity for a particular human holiday, one of which leaves him blindsided and scrambling to find the absolute perfect gift for his one and only. They say food is the quickest way to a manâs heart but no one ever said it didn't work on women.
â pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
â genre: fluff, established relationship, a dash of angst, and a pinch of smut
â alternative universe: fantasy, college/university, werewolf, witch,
â rating: 18+
â word count: 12.4 k+
warnings/disclosures: werewolf Jungkook, witch MC, kinda tsundere mc, cat shifters Yoongi and Yoonji, Fairy Jimin, Siren Taehyung, MC is on the bigger side!, Merman Seokjin, Elf Hoseok, Vampire Namjoon, friendly fondling from yoonji, heteroflexible/bicurious yoonji, boob talk, mc is not good at cooking, misunderstanding on jungkookâs part, baking mishaps, frazzled jungkook, not so helpful/helpful yoongi, half-hearted frenemies Jungkook and Yoonji, Jungkook cries a little, yoonji jumping to conclusion, sense8 references, harry potter references, killing eve reference, way too many allusions to sex, jungkook isn't a good at baking, always reliable Seokjinnie, chubby POC Bunny shifter OC, whiney JK and MC, ârichâ jungkook, not edited i tried to i really did, taste testers Jimin and Taehyung, SMUT is at the end, bad smut at the end, food play (mostly them getting turned on by feeding each other), fingering (ew why do we call it that? Finger blast sounds better lmao), cock warming-ish, tiny hints of a size kink, grinding, soft fuck, soft spanking, sappy endings
â this is part of the bangtan pastries valentine collab hosted by the lovely @suhdays, who also made my lovely banner đ make sure to check out the other fics as well, theyâre amazing as are the other authors and please excuse any incoherent inconsistencies or misspelling as this fic was written over a many days and long hours â
main ml ⢠AO3
His nose is cold, a weird thing to think about when a werewolf's body temperature literally runs higher than every other species. Thereâs a chill racing up his spine as he shivers reaching a lazy arm across the bed in search of your warmth only to come up empty. Jungkook finally cracks an eye open, pushing himself into a sitting position to see if you really are missing or youâve only scooted to the very edge of the bed to escape his scalding body temperature. Though to his displeasure you are in fact missing, heâs running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath before scrunching his feature. His nose is still cold, so he can't smell much, can only feel the slight sting of the frigid air as he breathes it in.
He hates the winter, all he can ever smell is the damp ground and the cold of the air. Funnily enough most werewolves loved winter since it gave them a break from their heightened senses, not Jungkook though, he couldn't stand not being able to smell you on his bed, in your house, on him. Your shared bedroom is extra chilly this morning raising goosebumps along his exposed skin, heâs tired, not having gotten enough sleep from the long night of studying heâd done the night before.
Youâre a naturally early riser so he knows why youâre up, Jungkook however isn't exactly a morning person, never has been, especially on the weekend when neither of you have anywhere to be. Heâs groggy as he pads down the hallway, a yawn stretching his mouth wide, another shiver wracking his body the closer he gets to the back of the house, itâs always been chillier there, itâs downright brutal in the winter time.
He isn't surprised when he finally comes to stand in the doorframe of the sunroom watching your figure drop what heâs pretty sure is mugwort in the bubbling cauldron. Thereâs this sense of domesticity watching you work, a luxury he couldn't afford as the two of you grew up. He can almost vividly remember the ugly way youâd scowl at him when heâd plop down in front of you brandishing scraped up hands or knees. A soft almost unkind reminder that he should be more careful and that next time he came in you wouldn't treat his wounds. He remembers thinking you didn't like him, maybe even hated him, so after a while (more like into his teenage years) he just stopped showing up. So you would imagine his surprise when youâd finally cornered him after his abrupt disappearance. His lips tug upward at the memory of you clumsily confessing your feelings to him before running off, never giving him a chance to properly convey his own feelings.
Itâs weird for Jungkook to think that heâd almost let you slip through his fingers, his dumb teenage werewolf hormones had told him to just let you be. That you werenât even one of his kind, so you wouldn't be worth it. Heâd been so close to letting you get away, so close to letting you leave the pack when heâd taken his precious time working through his natural instincts (at least the ones he had then). How heâd almost brushed off your confession because there was no way cold, stoic you liked him. Impossible heâd thought, and then a week after heâd overheard your parents asking permission for you to attend a school away from pack lands. Away from the pack, away from your family, and away from him. The very thought twisted his stomach unpleasantly, making him nauseous as he thought of everyday life without you.
It was then that he knew he couldnât let that happen, something about you leaving didn't sit well in his being. He couldnât describe it then, after all a sixteen year old only understood the bare minimum of love and life and he knew even less than that. Somewhere in his mind rushing to your house at that moment had made sense, more sense than anything had in the short amount of time heâd had to process the information. He probably shouldâve knocked before rushing into your house, maybe also knocked instead of flinging your room door open the way he had. The grin he wears grows wider as he recalls what heâd seen all those years ago. The rest is history, at least the embarrassing parts that he refuses to acknowledge. He doesnât regret the way your relationship had started, especially not after almost seven years of dating. Hell, he considers himself lucky that you even stuck around this long because truth be told Jungkook could be a handful, like now for example.
âIs that my sweater?â he asks, watching amusedly as you jump nearly spilling an entire vial of pixie dust. Your hand has gone to your chest to calm your racing heart as it beats harshly against your ribs, scowling as you think of how you hated that he was so light on his feet.
âI couldn't find an apron, and itâs cold.â you say rubbing at your nose with sweater pawed hands before sprinkling some of the pixie dust into the cauldron.
âYâknow I don't like when you brew in my clothes, the smell sticks for too long.â he sniffs, still only feeling the cold sting of the air.
âI know.â you mutter not once glancing in his direction, only reaching out to take a jar of snake venom from the array of ingredients lining the counter space beside you.
âWhat are you making anyways and on a Saturday?â
âVitality potion, for extra credit.â he hums to himself content with just watching you finish up your work which really doesn't take long. You add a few drops of mint sighing contentedly while you put out the fire with a simple incantation. Jungkook watches as you rub at your eyes and easily close the distance between you, your arms wrap around his waist as you nuzzle into his chest relishing in his warmth. A muffled âmâtiredâ slipping past your lips and tickling his chest where they press to his skin. He hums his reply, hands slipping down your sides pulling soft sighs from you as he slips them under the hem of your hoodie to press chilled hands to your warm hips.
You squeal, trying in vain to wriggle away from him as he muffles his laugh in your neck. Heâs quick to pull your body close, before lifting you over his shoulder, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you steady. Your giggles are almost manic as you laugh all the way to the bedroom where he proceeds to take full advantage of this early Saturday morning.
*
Monday morning comes way too soon, and youâre once again seated at a table of your favorite on campus cafe. Though much like always Jungkook is being clingy, scenting your neck while you kill some time before your first class. The frappe you ordered sits untouched, the slush goodness melting into a mess of almost coffee flavored water. Itâs a waste of money if you don't drink it now, although youâre also sure Jungkook will polish it off should you leave it be.
âPlease stop making people uncomfortable.â you sigh, pressing a palm to his face to push him away before he can bury it back in your neck.
âIâm not making people uncomfortable.â he says with a confused furrow of his brow as he casts a glance around the cafe to catch these so called uncomfortable people. He doesn't see anyone other than a couple of baristas who refuse to make eye contact even with the way his gaze is burning holes into the side of their heads. You don't look the slightest bit amused as you narrow your eyes at him, waiting a beat then two only to realize he really doesn't know. Your heart skips a beat, âstupid heartâ you think as it continues to do so the longer he remains oblivious. Itâs moments like this that make you think that being with Jungkook is like having a big dumb dog, except you absolutely adore the shit out of him, amongst other things.
He quirks his head the slightest as your brows pinch further together the longer you stare at him, further reminding you of his canine counterpart. Thereâs this flutter in your tummy, the butterflies that have long since taken residence awaken fluttering about and fanning a flame that is slowly growing, traveling to your face and warming your cheeks. Stupid heart, stupid butterlies, stupid Jungkook and his big stupid beautiful eyes, you curse mentally finally ripping your gaze away from his. Itâs all a little too much, so your best course of action is going to class early, you decide standing and making to leave only for his grip on your hand to tighten, one that you had forgotten about.
âGimme a kiss.â he says around a smirk, it heats your cheeks further as you work to calm the rapid beat of your stupid heart as it bangs against your ribs. Youâre almost expecting for your chest to burst open or your heart to spontaneously combust. Luckily neither of those happen as Jungkook leans in close pressing a soft peck to your lips before moving to deepen it. Heâs gentle in coaxing your lips apart, much better than your first kiss, taking his time tasting you as he always does...at first. Heâs squeezing one of your tight clad thighs in his big hands, a sigh almost slipping past your lips as the warmth of his palm sinks through the material. You pull away abruptly, eyelids fluttering before blinking a few times to clear the sudden haze that clouds your vision. Next to you Jungkook is whining trying his hardest to pull you back in for another kiss, that sly dog.
âIâll see you later.â you say pressing one last barely there kiss to the corner of his mouth, almost tripping over the threshold on your way out. His gaze follows your figure until you turn the corner disappearing from his sight. He sighs heavily, itâs laced with undertones of fatigue as he reaches for your unfinished frappe.
âYou guys are gross.â Yoongi breathes, taking a seat opposite Jungkook. Jimin takes your seat, as Taehyung and Hoseok follow. Hoseok takes the empty seat beside Yoongi while Taehyung pulls up a chair from a neighboring table.
âYouâre just jealous my girlfriend is hotter than yours.â
âSure kid, you go ahead and believe that.â he almost sneers.
âWhy are you here so early?â Jimin asks steering the conversation away from girlfriends for now. Heâs yawning suddenly, reminded of how little sleep heâs gotten today, school was the worst.
âI came with ____, canât have her coming all alone yâknow.â
âIsn't your first class at the same time as her last?â Yoongi chimes in before asking Taehyung to get him an Americano as the younger man walks over to the counter.
âYeah, and what?â he sniffs a little defensively.
âIt was just a question.â Yoongi deadpans.
âDonât you and your satan spawn of a twin share all your classes with ____?â
âNo, we have classes together Tuesdays through thursdays.â he supplies easily, leaning back in the chair.
âWhy not all week?â Hoseok asks in a tone filled with genuine curiosity.
âMonday and Fridays are the hardest days to get out of bed, duh.â he says almost matter of factly and they have to agree with Yoongi on this one. Monday is truly the worst day of the week, though it's now that Jungkook notices the absence of the previously mentioned satanâs spawn. He almost bristles, thinking that Yoonji might be out there somewhere harassing his sweet little girlfriend.
*
You scream, startled by the sudden weight that presses itself to you, a giggle like purr filling your ears before you relax. Yoonjiâs hair brushes your cheeks softly, her arms wrapping around your frame and you squeak at the feel of her hand cupping your chest through the hoodie you wear. Itâs a usual occurrence, though no less embarrassing as she continues to snuggle closer to you.
âDid your boobs get bigger?â she asks nose nudging against the soft pudge of your cheek, you know sheâs scenting you, her way of messing with Jungkook later when she canât physically be there.
âNo, please stop.â you sigh, feeling a gentle squeeze followed by a soft breathy moan, heat erupting across your cheeks in embarrassment. She snickers giving your ample chest one last squeeze before finally moving away. She falls in step with you, walking along the path, snow crunching underfoot before moving to speak again.
âIâve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you like about Jungkook? I mean sure heâs great, not really, and all but really what is it? Is it his dick game because other than you I don't really think heâs ever been with anyone else.â She asks stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to stave off the slight chill that has zapped all the warmth from her fingers. Thereâs a brief pause in her thoughts as she wonders if Jungkook uses your impressive rack as the natural hand warmers they are, the lucky bastard she thinks with a scowl.
âI don't know, all of him.â
âThatâs too vague an answer, like if I were to ask him what do you think heâd say he likes about you?â
âThat Iâm just so cute.â you answer almost immediately hands cupping your cheeks as if to further prove that you are in fact cute. The scrunch to her nose is adorable, squishing her already delicate features, as you smile softly at her and she shrugs her shoulders.
âNot that cute, but to each their own I guess. Iâll see you later yeah?â she asks, turning on her heel to walk in the direction you had just come from.
âIâll be there.â You call after her watching as she raises a single hand to show you sheâd heard you.
*
Yoonji is sliding onto Hoseokâs lap with all the grace of the satan spawn she is, easily wrapping a single arm around his neck and taking a sip from your abandoned frappe. She hums around the straw gaze trained on Jungkookâs bewildered expression, it brings her immense pleasure to see him so distressed.
âWhy are you here and what do you think youâre doing?â Jungkook asks, snatching the drink back.
âIt was only a sip youâre overacting, besides itâs mostly water now anyways.â She scoffs feeling Hoseok wrap his arms tighter around her waist pulling her closer to him.
âYou donât understand, now my poor ____ has indirectly kissed you. Sheâs been tainted by your nasty germs, Hobi do something!â Jungkook whines cheeks flushing an unhealthy shade of red, itâs almost endearing how childlike that is of him.
âI donât think I can do anything, since itâs already happened.â He replies easily long since used to antics and strange rivalry between his girlfriend and Jungkook. Yoonji licks her lips mischievously snickering before shooting a somewhat sultry gaze at Jungkook.
âHmm, can I ask you something Junglebook?â she says.
âNo, in fact I would very much enjoy it if you never spoke again. Yoongi how did the two of you share a womb?â
âI don't know, it just happened, what were you saying Yoonji?â
âItâs not my fault you prefer the fossil over there over me. Iâm literally amazing, anyways what do you like about ____?â she asks, ignoring Yoongiâs muttering and the somewhat awkward silence that has settled over the table. Jungkook to his credit doesn't blow this out of proportion as he usually does, so she watches as he sits quietly hands wrapped around the cup. This time thereâs a slow flush of color flooding his cheeks, itâs kind of cute in a weird ugly kind of way. Itâs not like she found Jungkook particularly attractive, but she guesses she could, maybe if the boy next door was her type.
âI donât know, sheâs just really cute, she looks tiny compared to me, and I don't know, all of her?â the flush has spread to his neck and ears, a look she has to say sheâs never witnessed before. Again cute in a gag her romcom kind of way, she would be sick if you hadn't already prepared her for his answer. She still fakes a gag either way destroying the warm bubble heâd created with all his mushy sappy feelings.
âYouâre so lame, no wonder you didn't have friends in high school.â she laughs before planting a kiss to Hoseokâs cheek.
âYou guys were my friends in high school.â he says, brows pinched together an ugly glare directed at Yoonji who has begun ignoring everyone, so that she can whisper to Hoseok.
âIgnoring Satan and the literal walking ball of sun, what are you doing for Valentineâs day?â Yoongi asks, sounding mildly irritated at the topic he himself has brought up.
âThatâs like two weeks away, what does it have to do with us singles?â Jimin laughs resting his chin in an open palm.
âThat doesnât mean you canât have plans.â
âValentineâs day is for girls, and again Iâm single what would that do?â
âWhat are you doing for Valentines day Jungkook?â Yoongi asks, turning his gaze to Jungkook who has sat silently from the start. The expression he wears is of confusion, brows pinched as if he were sitting in on a pack meeting full of boomers that didn't understand the world of today.
âJungkook?â Jimin says catching Jungkookâs attention.
âWhat is that?â he asks timidly, again silence settles over the group all of them wearing a different expression. Itâs broken by Yoonji who literally looks like the cat who ate the canary, itâs truly disgusting and he wishes he never has to see it again.
âAre you serious, you don't know what Valentineâs day is.â she snickers, a little too happily for Jungkook who remains just as confused as he had been before.
"Your girlfriend is human." Jimin says just as unhelpful.
"She's a witch, not a human." he reminds them.
âWitch still lands on the human side of the spectrum.â The conversation is going in circles, he thinks feeling irritation creep into him at the way they all continue to discuss your race.
âCan we please keep this conversation moving? What is Valentines day?â he asks, letting just a tiny bit of irritation seep into his tone.
âItâs a human holiday, made for couples to celebrate love.â Taehyung says, adding to the conversation for the first time this morning and suddenly reminding everyone of his presence. He shrugs off their stare, instead gathering his things and leaving them just as easily as he had joined the conversation.
âWhy is a human holiday so important all of a sudden? It isnât anything like the summer solstice right?â Yoonji looks more and more amused the longer they stay on the topic, lips curling upward into a smile that is both haunting and sort of breathtaking in a sinister steal your soul kind of way. He shivers, deciding then that heâll pray to the moon goddess for Hoseokâs sanity.
âGod you really are out of the loop, poor doggy.â Yoonji laughs sliding into the vacant chair but making sure itâs pressed as close to Hoseok as possible.
âHoseok, please.â Jungkook breathes, maybe itâs the fatigue that is allowing Yoonji to annoy him quicker than usual or maybe sheâs just testing his patience more than usual. Either way heâs distracted by Jimin clearing his throat, always playing the peacekeeper.
âYouâre right, it isn't like the summer solstice but for some reason the girls like it. I think humans traditionally give chocolate, small gifts, or do other romantic couple things. This is usually the day most people confess feelings to someone, itâs actually really popular nowadays. I think even my parents celebrate valentine's day.â Jimin says the last bit more to himself than to the others.
âWait, so do you guys give girls chocolate?â he asks, genuinely interested.
âNo, Iâve had people give me friendship chocolate before.â Jungkook canât seem to wrap his head around the whole chocolate thing at least not right now. Still he wonders if you would like to receive a gift from him. He listens intently as Yoongi and Hoseok talk about a course theyâre taking seemingly having forgotten the prior conversation with the departure of Yoonji and Jimin who share an astronomy class.
*
Heâs not forgotten about the conversation later that week while he sits on Jin's couch killing time before he goes home after all you texted him earlier saying that youâd be studying in the library and not to wait up. Jin had been filling him in on the show thatâs been playing for the last two hours, one based on eight individuals who all share a birthday and somehow a weird mental connection. Truth be told Jungkook has been staring listlessly at the screen the colors long since blurred as his eyes have lost focus, hazy blobs moving this way and that. The sound has been drowned out almost as if the volume has been turned down while he thinks.
â- Riley to me is the least useful of the cluster, donât you think?â Jin asks, Jungkook hums along not really hearing what his friend has said.
âWhispers isnât really a bad guy, and neither is Rajanâs dad, right?â he says this time watching intently as Jungkook hums again leaning further into the couch.
âJungkook, seriously you arenât even watching it.â
âI am, Sun is in prison and Joongki must die.â he mutters, blinking a few times before turning his gaze to meet Jinâs.
âWhatâs wrong, if youâre tired you should go home and get some sleep.â Jin huffs leaning back into the recliner.
âNot tired, just thinking.â he says unconvincingly around a yawn that stretches his mouth a little too wide, suddenly reminding Jin of a lion. They sit in the relative silence for a brief moment, the sounds of another fight scene playing in the background drags Jinâs gaze back to the TV.
âWhat are you doing for valentines day?â he finally asks, he feels his lips twitch at the way Jin is quick to pause the show.
âWhy? Are you going to tell me how much you love me?â
âNo, itâs just my first time hearing about it.â he mumbles pouting slightly. Jin wonders how this boy was going to lead a pack when heâs such a child, then again he doesnât understand werewolf hierarchy all too well.
âAre you planning to celebrate it?â Jungkook stills, once again wondering if you would be happy to receive chocolate as the others had mentioned.
âI don't know maybe, do you think ____ would like it?â Jin can hear the uncertainty in Jungkookâs voice, and for some odd reason he wants to laugh. He shouldn't because itâs rare for Jungkook to really share his feelings with someone that isn't you. Instead he asks himself the same question, would you be happy if Jungkook gave you a gift. Itâs hard to imagine with you being reserved and all, but he thinks that you might, if it was behind closed doors in the safety of your own home.
âYeah, I think she would.â And his answer is worth it he thinks as he watches the way Jungkookâs eyes twinkle with determination at the prospect of surprising you. When Jungkook goes home that night he spends a little too much time doing what he calls âresearchâ completely ignoring the course work that sits beside his laptop on his desk.
*
The weekend has come again and Jungkook is more than tired between school, and trying to find the best kind of gift heâs stumped and a little miserable. It had snowed again, covering the roads that had already been cleared, whatâs more is that you have virtually moved into the library the last week. Heâs seen less of you in the past week than he has his whole life, which just makes him more irritable as he drags himself out of bed, hoping, no, praying that you are home today. Itâs Saturday after all, and you should be here in bed cuddling him, but you arenât so he thinks you might be in the sunroom again brewing more potions. He finds it empty, not a single sign that you had been there at all by now heâs beginning to worry.
Slowly he pads back down the hall stopping briefly when he catches a soft almost muted sigh. He recognizes it almost instantly, his gaze falling to the couch as he rounds it to find you curled up underneath a thin lap blanket. You look so comfortable he doesnât have the heart to move you, so instead he opts for something a little different. Jungkook is quick to leave returning with a heavier blanket and a pillow before heâs slipping his body into the tiny crevice youâve left between your body and the back of the couch. Heâs almost sighing at the way you unconsciously snuggle closer to his warm, he pulls you in closer, tucking your body as close to him as possible but also keeping you both comfortable in the limited space. His eyelids begin to flutter, the past weeks exhausting catching up with him now that heâs found ultimate comfort with you.
When Jungkook wakes again heâs on his back, his pinky finger just barely skimming the sliver of skin exposed by the way your shirt has ridden up. Youâve yet to awaken, brows furrowed in your sleep, your face relaxes when he nuzzles the crown of your head. He cherishes these quiet moments, not that he didn't all the others but these were his favorite. Enjoyed the naturalness of it all, like this you werenât hiding from others, you werenât reserved, you were just yourself and he liked that. He briefly wonders what time it might be, when he feels you begin to stur, it always starts off slow. You sigh softly a single puff of air leaving your nose, then you nuzzle into what would usually be your pillow but today itâs Jungkookâs chest, next comes the twitch of your fingers followed by the stretch of your arm, hand seeking the warmth that is usually Jungkook beside you. Instead your hands tangle in the softness of the blanket pulling it closer softly knocking him on the chin as you snuggle into the comfort.
â____, baby itâs time to get up.â he murmurs voice husky from disuse.
âDonât wanna.â
âGotta make us some breakfast.â he sighs feeling you shift further before you sit up, your eyes are half lidded, hair mused. The long sleeve your wear is slipping off one of your shoulders, youâre blinking sluggishly, gaze still unfocused but at least you're awake now. His hands find purchase on your thighs, squeezing them slightly so that your gaze meets his.
âYou awake yet baby? Need some help?â he asks watching the way you frown down at him before shaking your head, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. His heart squeezes in his chest, a slow heat swirling low in his belly the longer you straddle him. You shift your weight as you stretch, back arched in a way that pulls his gaze to your chest, through the thin material he can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples. Thereâs a twitch of his fingers as he restrains himself from feeling the soft weight of them in his palms, but there are other things troubling him at the moment. Mostly the way he can feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of panties as you settle more of your weight on his crotch.
âBreakfast?â you ask, the single word is enough to drag his thoughts back to something fluffy, something softer, less deprived. He squeezes at your thighs again sitting up to press a kiss to your cheek before sliding you off his lap and intertwining your fingers as you follow him to the bathroom.
Jungkook is humming as he sways at the stove chuckling as you squeeze your arms tighter around his waist when he stops swaying. Itâs odd for you to be this openly affectionate, even here in the safety of your home mostly because he likes to take advantage of the situations persuading you to do things he would rather keep to himself. Still he canât say he isn't enjoying himself, at least he was until he hears the door fly open and the telltale muttering of one Min insufferable Yoonji. Your grip tightens further as you press yourself closer almost as if youâre trying to hide from her, but that doesn't make sense, as much as he hates to admit it you two are super close.
âWhat are you doing?â she asks, and just her tone makes him pause.
âMaking breakfast.â he replies before he hears a scoff.
âI wasn't talking to you Junglebook, ____ what are you doing, you were supposed to meet me three hours ago.â she sighs as you whine pathetically against Jungkookâs back rubbing your face into the soft material of his shirt.
âI canât hear you.â
âMâtired, don't wanna go.â you cry and Jungkook feels heat rush to his cheeks at the tone you use, it reminds him of the way you sound when heâs balls deep in you. He really shouldn't be thinking of that, especially not with that thing you call your best friend around.
âThis was your decision, Iâm just there for moral support. Now let's go before I catch whatever disease Jungkook carries.â she sniffs, narrowing her eyes when you donât budge.
âCanât you at least let her eat breakfast before you drag her away?â Jungkook asks, moving the grilled cheese to the cooling rack glaring at Yoonji over his shoulder. She sighs heavily but silently agrees as she takes a seat at the kitchen island. He can hear the clicks of her keyboard as she typed something into her phone followed by the swoosh of her message being sent. Briefly, and just briefly he wondered who the hell would want to talk to her so damn early. Though he canât really call afternoon early now can he.
*
You look sleepy when youâre finally ready to leave after having eaten your weight in bread, cheese, and butter, a look he absolutely adores. Yoonji is standing in the open door typing on her phone again, ignoring the flowery atmosphere that blankets the two of you like some cliche shoujo manga. The way you smile up at him makes his heart flutter, a pleasant wave of warm slowly makes its way through his body as you hug him and heâs planting a kiss to the crown of your head not so subtly scent marking you. Itâs only when Yoonji makes an exasperated sound do you two pull away.
âSee you later, be safe.â he says smiling in a way that makes your tummy flutter.
âI will.â you almost sigh before Yoonji glares at him once more and pulls you along. With you gone, he has nothing else to do than to look through the possible gifts options heâd bookmarked. Thereâs so many things to chose from, gourmet chocolates, edible arrangements, teddy bears, flowers, jewelry, spa days, sex? Itâs all so much, heâs saved so many links itâs a folder that heâs pinned to his bookmarks bar on his search engine. Maybe he should ask for help, Yoonji wouldnât help him even if he asked nicely while on his knees, but perhaps Yoongi and Seokjin would. He has to take that chance, and pray to the moon goddess that theyâll offer their insight.
*
âI canât help you.â Yoongi says after Jungkook has gathered the most reliable of his friends.
âWhy not?â
âPrior engagements, and this if your girlfriend. You should know what sheâd like, let me know what you go with.â he says, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck and leaving the oldest and the youngest together.
âJin please tell me youâll be more helpful than Yoongi.â he whines, and Seokjin takes pity on him because as much as he hates to say it, he looks like a kicked puppy.
âI can try but it really depends on what you think ____ would like the best.â Jungkook beams at Jinâs willingness to help even if he doesnât promise anything. Heâs quick to pull open his laptop, opening one too many links that have both their heads spinning. Jungkookâs because heâs just so excited to surprise you and Jin is mostly amazed at Jungkookâs thoughtfulness. He switches through tabs, scanning over the things Jungkook has chosen, truth be told heâs not sure if any material items would be any good. He also doesn't like the ridiculous price listed beside the edible arrangements and gourmet chocolates, absolutely gawks at the price next to the jewelry. Itâs not like Seokjin doesnât know what kind of family Jungkook comes from, sure werewolves were a dime a dozen but not Jungkook, he was from one of the founding packs and in being so he was more than well off and that came from a literal prince of the sea such as himself. Still he wonders what kind of craftsmanship could be worth that much, or did Jungkook not care about price? He wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity that is the younger and his lack of care for things such as this, but he supposes that was where he came in.
âWhat did you have in mind?â Jin asks hesitantly, almost dreading the conversation.
âI donât know a little of everything.â Jungkook answers sheepishly.
âA bit of everything.â Jin repeats already appalled at the idea. âMaybe you should stick to one, how about flowers?â
â____, do you think sheâll like them?â
âI don't know, iâm sure sheâll be able to use them in her potions.â
âNevermind, not flowers. Then maybe jewelry?â
âDoes ____ wear jewelry?â
âNot really, she doesnât like being too flashy.â he mumbles.
âWhat about chocolate?â Jin finally asks, skipping over all the other options for fear of prolonging this dreadful conversation.
âThatâs perfect, I should order it right now.â he beams, reaching for the laptop in Seokjinâs grapes but coming up empty when Jin scoots away from him.
âOr, and this is just a thought, but why donât you make it yourself?â itâs posed as a question, though to Jungkook it sounds more like a statement, a suggestion if you will. One that he doesnât think sounds too bad after all how hard can making chocolate be? He smiles at Jin, in a way that lets Jin know that itâs finally over. But boy was he in for a trip.
Jungkook had dragged Jin to the closest supermarket, throwing every bar of chocolate into the cart that he could find, even including other ingredients. After the supermarket theyâd gone to a craft store for silicone molds, heâd even stopped at a small variety store for what he called cuter molds, because the ones from the craft store were too plain. Truth be told Jin wasnât too sure what Jungkook would do with all that he had purchased but he knew heâd find some adequate guinea pigs for Jungkook. The younger thanks him with a meal followed by a brief goodbye before heading home to start the process of chocolate making.
As it turns out chocolate making isnât too hard, but thereâs something unsatisfying about melting premade chocolate and filling molds. Itâs okay Jungkook supposes as he demolds yet another batch of half strawberry half milk chocolate rilakkuma molds. There are a few more trays of chocolates, some have pocky others have nuts but heâs still dissatisfied paying no mind to them as he dumps the finished chocolates into a tupperware instead of the box heâs intended to pack them in. This was supposed to be a test run, a successful one if they asked him but one that left him thinking that it wouldn't be enough. He heaves a heavy sigh as he finishes pulling the chocolate from the molds, moving to seal the tupperware that held them.
Heâs decided then as heâs stacking the containers in a canvas bag that heâs going to Jinâs again he needs more help, but before that he needs to clean up so that you won't come home to this mess. He also doesn't want to risk you finding out what heâs planned as a surprise, heâs so focused on the task at hand he doesn't hear the door. Much less the way you and Yoonji speak animatedly as you make your way further into the house.
âJungkook whatâs this?â you ask giggling the slightest as he flinches at the gentle hand you place on his shoulder. His shock is quickly replaced by something gentle, something that has your brow furrowing. Maybe itâs the way he widens his eyes as he turns his body to face you properly, he used to do this a lot when he was trying to hide something from you back when you were kids. This faux innocent look got him in more trouble than you can remember and you don't like it, especially now.
âHey baby, I didn't know youâd be home so soon.â he says wrapping you up in a hug. You squirm in his hold trying in vain to get him to loosen his hold on you, which makes you all the more suspicious of what he might be hiding.
âJungkook, please.â you murmur a little confused as he continues to evade your question from earlier.
âIâm going to Jinâs for a bit. I'll be back with some take out is that okay?â he says instead grabbing the bag and heading for the door. You stare after heâs gone, a little more than confused at what has just transpired.
âIs he going to bring enough for three?â Yoonji asks from her place on the couch the tv playing a reality show you donât particularly enjoy.
*
âWhy is Hermione always out of breath? Itâs like sheâs always on the brink of hyperventilating in every scene.â Yoongi asks as he sits beside Jin, a half confused half annoyed expression sitting pretty on his face. To his credit at least he isn't hyper analyzing other aspects of the film, ones that he knows are a lot more pressing than Hermioneâs inability to catch her breath. So you would imagine how relieved he is to get the door after a series of knocks, even more relieved to see Jungkook if only for a moment. Jungkook to his credit doesn't look any less different than he did earlier in the day, in fact he looks normal? Maybe he should be worried that Jungkook looks significantly less excited than he was mere hours ago. Jungkook thrusts the bag at Jin before throwing his weight down on the couch beside a very amused Yoongi.
âWhat is this?â Jin asks, a little too hesitant before recognizing his âcomo se llamaâ eco friendly bag.
âChocolate.â he answers quickly but a little too quietly while Yoongi perks up at the prospect of free candy.
âI thought you said you didn't have my bag,â Jin says pulling out one too many containers âare these my tupperware?â Jungkook remains silent, gaze settled on the tv as Yoongi pulls open one of the tupperware.
âWhatâs with all the chocolate, kinda cutesy donât you think?â Yoongi comments offhandedly popping a few pieces into his mouth with a hum.
âThey were for ____.â Yoongi pauses mid chew, turning his attention to the younger.
âWhy would you give us candy meant for your girlfriend?â he asks around a mouthful of strawberry chocolate hearts.
âIt was practice, I didnât wanna give her homemade chocolates after all.â he sighs, turning his gaze to Jin who still stands beside Yoongi who continues to eat the chocolate.
âDo you have a backup plan?â Jinâs gaze falls to Yoongi who posed the question, heâs glad he wasn't the one who asked. He watches in a weird mix of concern and amusement as Jungkookâs eyes glaze over before he whines.
âNo,â he all but sobs looking up at Jin with a tremble to his lip âwhat if ____ hates me because i didn't give her anything.â Itâs so hard to hold in his laughter, Jungkook was being a little dramatic.
âThere are other things you can make besides chocolate yâknow.â Yoongi sighs, setting the bowl on the coffee table and finally pausing the movie after all he really likes the scene where Harry realizes the patronus he saw was his own.
âWhy not bake her something, there are plenty of pastries that use chocolate.â he offers, ignoring the way both Jungkook and Jin gawk at him.
âIs hell freezing over, are you actually offering to help?â Jin gasps a little too dramatically, it makes Yoongi scowl.
âNo, you ugly I won't be helping but I might know someone who can.â beside him Jungkook makes a choking noise, one that has both of them casting their gaze in his direction.
âThank you so much Yoongi, Iâll give you my first born.â
âKeep it, Iâll have enough of my own.â he says, scrunching his nose at the thought of Jungkookâs kids. Jin on the other hand is grumbling at the level of disrespect from a solid 8 when he was in fact a 10, a 10!
âGo home, Iâll text you the information later.â he sighs trying to pacify Jin who continues to list all that makes him a 10 and Yoongi an 8. He does as heâs told, trying his best to slip out so as not to be lumped in with Yoongi even though he was feeling grateful for his hyung. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and heâs scowling down at the sole message that lights up his screen.
my moon âĄ
⣠donât forget the takeout, plus extra Yoonji is here :)
He supposes he can deal with Satan just this once, heâs got a good feeling about this.
*
Jungkook is feeling overwhelmed to say the least, itâs Wednesday and heâs suddenly swamped with course work. To add insult to injury he hasnât heard a single word from Yoongi who has also somehow gone missing for the last three days following their conversation over the weekend. Heâs so tired heâs thinking of skipping his only class for tomorrow, whatâs worse is that valentine's day is a week and a half away now and heâs still very much at square one. Luckily heâs at home so heâs free to let out a tear or two of pure frustration, he curses Yoongi for lying to him. What's worse was that he played nice with the she-demon too! Maybe heâs overreacting, there are worse things than not having giving you a gift for some stupid human holiday. Still though, he wanted to make this one memorable, even if it ended up being the only one you celebrated together. Hell you arenât even here, heâs sure youâre doing it on purpose now.
How much extra credit could one person need, especially when you were one of the top students in your field. If push came to shove he would drag you back if he had too, but right now he just wants to curl up and pretend he didn't care about this stupid holiday. It would seem though that the universe wonât let him throw a pity party because as soon as his eyes fall shut thereâs a knock at the door. He ignores it at first hoping itâs just one of his friends and theyâll leave if he doesnât make a sound. He shouldn't have bet on it, when the knocks continue. Itâs funny how urgent they sound, but really he just wants to be left alone. Still he groans, dragging himself off the couch and shuffling to the door with a scowl. The door swings open as he readies to spit nasty words at whoever has interrupted him only to catch a faint whiff of apples. His gaze falls to someone just a head shorter than him, a woman, one he doesnât recognize.
âCan I help you?â he asks, feeling the chill of the air nip at his nose as he takes a deep breath, catching the scent of a prey shifter species.
âI um, well, are you um, are you Jungkook?â she asks, her gaze easily meeting anything else except his own as he stares. Heâs sizing her up, not in a scummy way of course, how could he when he had you, but he doesn't recognize her at all. Nor does her scent smell familiar so he really can't place how he would know her.
âYes, and you are?â he finally says watching as her nerves seem to settle the slightest, though her heart is still beating a little too loudly for his liking.
âIâm Bunny, Yoongi said you would be expecting me?â she offers up easily though itâs almost a whisper. His features twist into something of confusion, Yoongi said what now? That damned cat had gone MIA, surely this was a prank or something.
âHow do you know Yoongi?â He asks instead, watching a shade of rose color the light olive of her cheeks.
âWeâre dating.â she mumbles bashfully clenching her hands at her side. Suddenly he recalls pestering Yoongi into letting them meet his girlfriend, and the former almost immediately putting his foot down in a firm no. So really is he at fault he didn't recognize Yoongiâs girlfriend, someone he has never met, until today that is.
âOh, youâre that Bunny!â he almost howls watching as she flinches at the sheer volume of it. Itâs cute really, he takes back what he said about her not being as hot as you, though you will always be number one in his book.
âYeah, did Yoongi not tell you that I would be here today?â
âI don't think so.â he answers easily, watching the way she scowls more to herself than him, as she pulls her phone out and presses it to her ear.
âYou didn't tell him I would be here?â Bunny says after a brief moment. He can slightly hear what he assumes is Yoongiâs voice though it's more muffled than anything.
âBut Yoonie you said you would tell him. No, I was on time. Are you sure you texted him? Yoongi! Okay, you owe me big time. Promise? Okay, love you.â she finishes hanging up with a sigh, the rose on her cheeks is darker bordering more on red now.
âSorry about that, Yoongi was supposed to send you my schedule. He said you needed help with baking a pastry?â she says with a smile sweetly at him.
âWait, you're the someone he knows?â she tilts her head slightly brows furrowed at his words.
âI guess I am, can I come in or is this a bad time?â Heâs quick to step aside, showing her to the living room and offering her something to drink. Itâs odd to be alone with another woman, one who is very much not single but still weird since heâs never done it before. Itâs almost off putting, so much so he feels a growl building in his chest. He really shouldn't be so guarded, especially when she is harmless and seems to have no ill intentions. Heâs placing a cup of tea before her taking the seat adjacent to her as she smiles warmly at him.
âSo what did you have in mind?â she asks, not unkindly pulling a notepad from her bag and resting it in her lap while she waits for his answer.
âIâm not entirely sure, I just know it has to be something with chocolate.â
âThat narrows it down a bit, do you want something more elegant or simplistic?â
âSimplistic, my girlfriend doesnât like things that are too flashy.â he sighs thinking of you and the easy smile you give him when you're eating sweets. It eases his nerves the slightest, as Bunny takes note of this.
âThis almost seems like a therapy session, what with you sitting here taking notes and all.â he says to break the gentle scritch scratch sound of her pen on paper. She pauses, a small hesitant smile on her lips as she moves to meet his gaze.
âTruth be told Iâm a little nervous, youâre aura is a little intimidating.â she chuckles, grip tightening on her pen. He can see the reasoning behind her words after all werewolves very rarely interacted out of their species even amongst the supernatural.
âYou shouldnât be, Iâm house trained after all.â heâs amused as a flurry of giggles flee her being, and she tries in vain to stifle them. After that she seems to relax, easy narrowing down their options to a devil's food cake or a chocolate tart. He likes the idea of a tart so itâs with a little glee that he makes his decision.
âIâll be here tomorrow at the same time and we can get started.â she says as she gathers her belongings while he shows her out. Heâs excited to say the least a little more than he was when he was with the chocolate. So he guesses that in the end Yoongi was a least a little helpful.
*
True to her word Bunny is at his door at the same time as the previous day and Jungkook is more than happy to let her in, even taking some of the shopping bags out of her hand. He isnât quite sure how heâll do, but he is confident in his ability to try. After her departure and a stressful amount of time spent doing school work you had come home, sans Yoonji of course and youâd cuddled before heâd made the two of you a light dinner. Even after heâd spent too many hours reading over a single chocolate tart recipe, so much so he probably knew it by heart.
âI brought enough ingredients to make room for trial and error. You donât have to be good at it from the get go, just follow the recipe okay?â she says in a voice that is oddly calming, he wonders briefly if she uses it on Yoongi. He nods his head in confirmation tying an apron around his waist as she does the same. Sheâs quick to take the reins, directing him in the tasks, and helping him when he asks for it. She says that theyâll be working in pieces, cutting the recipe in half for now as she whisks the ice water and egg yolk while Jungkook mixes the dry ingredients with butter.
âMaking the dough is easy, the baking part is what usually takes a while to get right. Iâm sure youâll do fine, after all Yoongi has told me youâre a great cook.â she offers still whisking the egg and water.
âThis is actually my first time baking in a while, Iâve found that Iâm not that good at it.â he laughs.
âReally, your girlfriend must be very special. Itâs actually kind of romantic.â He offers her a smile as they move to the next step. As it turns out Bunny is a very good teacher, helpful and patient when Jungkook thinks he mightâve messed up the dough. He learns that sheâs studying to be a preschool teacher, and that one day she hopes to have a litter of her own. A soft rouge settles on her cheeks after she had divulged that tidbit of information before she asks him what his course of study is and his dreams for the future. The dough is now chilling in the refrigerator as they wait, so he supposes he can indulge her if only a bit.
âIâm doing pack management, an easy degree for someone like me.â
âYoongi said you were loaded and I didn't believe him, but i guess itâs true.â she laughs.
âI guess thatâs one way to look at it, I just want to be a good Alpha.â
âHow about pups? Do you want any?â
âOf course, I want a whole pack full of my pups. I just have to marry my mate first.â She seems to perk up at this, a smile splitting her features.
âMarriage, have you asked her yet?â she asks a little too giddy for his liking but he feels a blush color his cheeks regardless.
âNot yet, I donât think itâs the right time.â She nods her head in understanding, before pressing him for any dirt he has on Yoongi. All in all the first lesson goes smoothly, well except for the fact that he over cooks one of the tart shells and burns the other. She reminds him that there is still room for improvement, which somehow settles his nerves. He agrees with her after all there are still nine days left before the 14th.
*
He manages to get the tart shell perfect seven days before valentineâs day, which means he has a week to learn how to make the filing and how to put it all together. Heâs feeling a little more stressed than usual with midterms coming up and your virtual lack of presence over the last few days. Really heâs starting to wonder just what is keeping you away from home all these days especially when you easily redirect his attention any time he asks. Maybe heâs overthinking it, it could really just be school work. Heâs hissing, as the knife heâs using to chop the semi sweet chocolate slices through his middle finger. Luckily for him Bunny is quick to usher him away from the island and towards the sink. She wraps a bandage around his cut offering him a rubber glove to cover his bandaged hand before she wipes down the blood that had leaked onto the counter.
âAre you okay?â she asks a little too hesitantly for someone who he has become quick friends with.
âYeah, I was just stuck in my thoughts.â
âWe can always take a break, we have time.â She reminds him again, moving to clean up before leaving him alone and saying that he deserves a break from not only school but baking too. With Bunny gone he has some time to himself, time to think, to cool down and let his rational mind take control of the rampant nasty thoughts rearing their ugly little heads. To his credit heâs never once thought that you would cheat on him, it just wasn't in your personality to do so. He knew that you wouldnât, but he really can't help letting his head tell him otherwise. Still he would know if you were, his wolf would feel it and heâs yet to cause a commotion. He decides then that heâs overthinking it, thereâs a high chance that youâre just off doing god knows what with Yoonji. He doesnât like that either but itâs still better than what the little voice in his head is saying.
*
Five days from Valentine's Day, he and Bunny are making the filing for the tart. Heâs once again chopping semi-sweet chocolate listening to her as she tells him the next step. Sheâs made the tart shells beforehand so it would be easier on him so as to relieve some of the pressure for a perfect tart. Heâd thanked her for the consideration when sheâd arrived, which led to now as he combined heavy cream, milk heating to a low simmer before he mixed in the chopped semi sweet chocolate. He added sugar and watched as Bunny beat the eggs needed to finish the filing. The only thing left to do was stir the eggs into the chocolate mixture before pouring it into the tart shell and baking it again. With a timer they set out to clean up, before Bunny excuses herself telling him to try the tart with some friends and if he needed any further help she was only a phone call away. With her departure heâs quick to call up Jimin and Taehyung asking them rather cryptically if they wanted to come over. To his surprise they showed up rather quickly and they brought Namjoon along.
âSmells good in here.â Jimin comments.
âReally good, what are you making?â Taehyung adds.
âAre you baking?â Namjoon asks, catching the attention of the other two.
âI am, donât tell ____. I need you to taste test it for me.â he says quickly, moving to run his fingers through his hair as his nerves kick in again.
âCool.â Taehyung laughs, throwing his weight down on the couch before turning the TV on to show with a female assassin whoâs in love with a woman from MI6. Jungkook gnaws on his lip as he watches from the kitchen, silence falls over the four of them as they watch the events unfold on screen. Jungkook is surprised at Taehyung's choice, mostly because he very rarely enjoys anything the former recommends. Since he prefers shows he can use as background noise that he doesn't have to pay much attention to. But this one is good, itâs interesting enough he barely hears the timer go off. None of the others move, gaze trained on the show as the blonde assassin plays a prank on her retainer. He likes the relationship between the retainer and the assassin, in fact he likes them a lot more than the lady from mi6. The tart is warm in his oven mitted hand, and smells amazing if he does say so himself. The shell is golden brown and the filing looks just as beautiful as heâd seen in the pictures. But heâs still not in the clear just yet, he still needs his taste testers to give him the green light.
The nervous flutter of butterflies has returned, swirling in the low of his belly as he leaves the tart to cool. Heâs gone back to gnawing on his lip, thoughts running rampant that maybe it wonât be good enough, perhaps Bunny had been lying to him, maybe this would be a disaster. He tastes blood, the skin of his inner lip torn open by all the anxious gnawing, he swipes his tongue over the wound letting the coppery taste linger the longer he sits in his pool of self imposed anxiousness. The sounds of the TV are muffled, the images blurring as his gaze grows unfocused the longer he sits and waits, thereâs something about the waiting that gets to him. His gaze slowly falls to the tart as it cools to the side, his brows furrowing as he looks at it.
âOh are you cutting it?â Jimin asks, gaze focused on Jungkook and the knife he holds in hand. He can barely manage a nod, watching just as silently as his friends crowd him at the counter as he cuts them all a slice. He doesn't wait for them to take a bite, watching his fork easily cut through the chocolate and the shell hearing the soft clink of the metal on ceramic. He slowly brings the fork to his lips, and when he finally takes a bite he almost weeps.
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He wakes up to you snuggled into him, an arm and leg slung over his body to keep him close. To his surprise you donât have anything to do that day you offer up when he asks what your plans for the day are. He tries to hide the way he freezes at your revelation, after all youâd both been busy leading up to today. Finally the holiday is here and he was ready to prepare your gift while youâre out but this has thrown him for a loop. He counts himself lucky that itâs a weekend before he shoots a text to Jin asking to borrow his kitchen and that he would be more than happy to offer compensation for said favor. Jin easily agrees, reminding him that if he wanted to use it he had to be there before five since he had a date. The real pain is having to leave you when he finally has you to himself, he has to physically force himself to leave you alone with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to be back early.
Time seems to fly by, because when he finally reaches Jinâs after what he thought was a quick trip to the supermarket the sun hangs lower in the sky than when heâd left. Jin greets him at the door, as he comes through bags in hand, before he rushes to the kitchen. To his surprise Namjoon is here, and he offers a small smile.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks, taking note of the way Namjoon is dressed up.
âJin and I have dates in the human realm, thought itâd be easier to catch a ride with him.â Namjoon says with a shrug.
âArenât you afraid of biting them?â
âYouâd be surprised how many humans are into that.â Namjoon laughs, catching the look Jin gives him.
âAnyways, we have some time before we head out. I can help you if you need it.â Jin offers, tying an apron around his waist. Jungkook beams at the older, grateful for the help even though heâs determined to do all the work himself heâs more than happy his friends offer the help. The motions come easily, the dough and the filing are easy enough to do now after he has practiced. He makes a mental note to send Bunny a thank you gift and he supposes Yoongi too. Namjoon offers idle chit chat to fill the silence as he compliments the tart Jungkook had made all those days ago, saying how heâd been thinking about it often, he even goes far enough to say he would pay to have Jungkook make him one. The three of them laugh, Jin taking slight offence refusing to be upstaged by the youngest. Some odd hours later the tarts are done, one for you, one for Jin as thank you and one for Namjoon who looks more excited over the pastry than the date.
âThanks for the tart, I hope she likes it.â Jin says as he locks his door leading Namjoon to his car. The drive home is a calming, classical music filling his ears as he lets his frenzied mind unwind. He thinks that he shouldn't be worried, he knows you and that is enough to finally calm the nervous flutter of butterflies in his tummy.
It would seem the butterflies have returned as Jungkook stands awkwardly on the porch, canvas bag in hand. His heart beats against his ribs too violently heâs afraid thereâll be bruising, he doesnât think heâs ever been this nervous in his whole life, perhaps itâs the holiday, truly he isnât quite sure. He recalls Jimin saying that Valentineâs Day was made to celebrate love, while Yoongi said it was capitalism but he liked the thought of celebrating love better. Jungkook was a sap like that, and what better way to celebrate love than to give you something that heâd worked hard to make to show you, his one and only how much you meant to him? Itâs this thought that finally frees the butterflies, setting them free from the confines of his belly taking his nervousness with them. Still he takes a deep breath before he finally enters his home.
âHey youâre here!â you beam at him from down the hall. He takes in the dress you wear, something loose and flowery but still form fitting enough it hugs all his favorite parts. His gaze however remains on the apron you wear, something frilly and cutesy heâs never seen before.
âI am, are you cooking?â he asks, unable to help the way his tone fluctuates the slightest on the last word. Thereâs this bashful smile spreading your lips, tugging them upward ever so slightly it makes his heart skip a beat.
âI am, come and sit Iâm almost done.â he does as heâs told, taking in the absolutely decadent scent of food. You fuss over him, taking the bag from him and setting it gently on the counter. Heâs seated at the table chin resting on an open palm watching you work. Itâs nice he thinks, especially seeing you dressed up for something as simple as dinner. Still itâs a welcomed change, a sudden furrow settling on his brow as he remembers you arenât a particularly good cook and as such usually refrain from doing so.
âHey, whereâd you learn to cook?â he asks.
âIt was supposed to be a surprise, but if you must know I had Yoonji and Yoonji teach me how to make you something special.â you say shooting him a smirk over your shoulder, it stirs something in his belly something that he struggles to tamp down.
âOh yeah, special occasion?â he teases with an easy smile.
âJust wanna spoil my man.â
âHmm, lucky him, wonder where heâs at.â you gasp dramatically. Turning off the stove while pointing tongs at him.
âI do too, heâs very charming, cute smile, big, y'know all the things a girl likes?â she sighs as his cheeks pinken at the unexpected praise.
âYou think Iâm big?â
âOf course baby.â you simper, plating the food before cutting up the steak. He smirks as you saunter over placing the plate before him leaning up as you lean down to plant a soft kiss to his lips. He hums as you nibble at the skin of his lips, one of his hands moving to squeeze your hip before you pull away. You take your seat opposite of his, careful to remove the apron and setting it aside.
âGo ahead, dig in.â you say watching with rapt attention as he takes a bit of the steak and some greens. His gaze never leaves yours even as he takes a bite, letting the taste wash over his tongue. You smile so wide eyes sparkling as he groans, the savory bite of meat melts on his tongue, and he finally looks away.
âOh god, what did they teach you?â he asks around a mouthful, quick to dig in as you giggle softly.
âEnough, Yoonji said you should be grateful she taught me well and that this was her one good deed for the year.â you laugh chewing the bite of steak. He nods his head, it seems heâll be indebted to her.
âSo this was the prior engagement Yoongi had mentioned.â he says more to himself than you.
âHmm?â
âNothing, this is really good. My compliments to the chef.â He loves the way you smile at his compliments. The rest of dinner goes by much the same, the two of you exchanging teasing words in between bites and soon enough you're doing the dishes. Youâre drying them as Jungkook rinses, resting comfortably close to one another when you spot the canvas bag that Jungkook had come home with.
âWhatâs in the bag?â you ask turning to look up at him taking the last dish from him to dry it.
âWhat bag?â
âThe one you came home with, whatâs in it?â you ask again as you dry your hands. He turns to see the bag, and suddenly heâs reminded of the tart.
âOh, you go sit on the couch, it's a surprise.â he says spinning you in the direction of the couch smacking your ass playfully when you donât budge. You flinch slightly as the mild sting, moving towards to take a seat on the couch as he says. Itâs not long before heâs settling beside you as you look down at his hands to see a single slice of chocolate tart topped with whipped cream. Your brows furrow, lips twitching as you fight a smile.
âI made this for you, happy valentineâs day.â he says bashfully, chuckling softly when your gaze shoots up to meet his.Â
âJungkook, you didnât have to.â
âBut I wanted too, besides itâs mostly self indulgent.â he whispers leaning into you to slot his lips against yours. He breathes in your sigh, tilting his head the slightest to deepen the kiss relishing in the taste of you before he pulls away.
âYou taste like steak.â you giggle while he simply rests his forehead against yours.
âYeah, well then Iâd say we taste the same.â He pecks you once, twice, three times sighing when he finally pulls away taking the fork and bringing up a small portion of the tart to your lips.Â
âOpen up baby.â he breaths eyes half lidded watching intently as your lips part ever so slightly wrapping around the pastry teeth scraping over the fork to catch every last bit. The rich taste of the chocolate washes over your tongue. You moan slightly blinking sluggishly as you savor the taste of the creamy filling parting your lips for more. Jungkook's pants feel tight as he feeds you more, each bite you take is more painful as he finally lets his mind wander. Letâs himself think of all those nasty little things heâd been holding back for a little too long.Â
âNeed you baby.â he breathes, moving to take your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimper softly pressing yourself closer to him as much as you can. Heâs quick to set the plate aside pulling you onto his lap, pulling you down by the hips so you can feel him press against you right where you need him. He swallows you gasp as he gently thrusts his hips up into you, teeth nipping at your lip again because he just needs to feel you.Â
âWant you Kook, please.â you murmur against his lips as he slowly trails them to your jaw and neck. He hums hands squeezing your thighs with a muffled groan as he slides them under the hem of your skirt, finger slipping into the waistband of your panties and giving a swift tug.Â
âWant these off baby.â you nod eagerly shakily sliding off his lap to quickly pull them off as he rids himself of his pants and boxers. His hands find your thighs again, squeezing as he pulls you to straddle his lap once more. Your fingers knot themselves in his hair, tugging slightly to tilt his face up for another kiss, mewling as he slides his fingers through your folds spreading your slick and rubbing your clit in small tight circles. You buck your hips as heat swirls in your belly, sighing shakily as his fingers dip into your heat.Â
âSo wet for me, how bad dâyou want it?â he breathes, nuzzling your cheek as your fingers tighten in his hair.Â
âSo bad, kook plea- oh!â you squeal as his sinks a finger further into you, pumping it slowly as he eases in a second finger in beside it basking in the way you clench around them whimpering as you drop your hips with every upward stroke of his fingers.Â
âThatâs it baby, just a little more, donât wanna hurt you.â he sighs feeling his cock twitch as he thinks about being buried in your warmth.
âNeed you, please.â Your hips grind into his palm crying out as he pulls his fingers from your heat, soothing you with soft bites to your shoulders.Â
âShh, I got you, sâokay, ready for me?â he asks, not really expecting an answer. He spreads your arousal as he gives his cock a few pumps before he lines himself up to your opening.Â
âDeep breath okay, yeah just like that.â Itâs a tight fit as he slowly pushes into your warmth, you groan into his ear at the stretch, twitching as he buries himself deeper. There are tears in your eyes as you clench around his girth, crying out as he grinds your hips into his. You can't take it, can almost taste your release as he continues to grind your hips into his as he whispers soft praise into your skin. His grip on your hips loosens, breath ragged as you continue to grind down on him feeling your walls flutter around his length. Your panting broken incomprehensible words, oneâs he recognizes easily as your plea for help. His palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack accompanied by your gasp when he thrusts into you. He only manages a few pumps of his hips before you wail, clenching around his cock so tightly it almost pains him to just sit and let you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your body has grown slack against him, head buried in his neck as he rubs at your back.
âAre you tapping out on me?â he chuckles into your skin grunting as you twitch in his lap, squeezing your thighs closer.Â
âGimme a sec.â you murmur sleepily, lips ghosting over the mole on his neck. Heâll give you all the time you need because you wonât be sleeping tonight.Â
âHappy valentines day, baby.â he growls when he feels you begin to rock your hips easily lifting you both off the couch and making his way to your bedroom.Â
*
âI can't, it's too much.â You cry.
âItâs okay, just a little more.â Jungkook reassures you softly.Â
âP-please sâtoo much.â The sob that you let out is whiny, bordering on distressed. Yoonjiâs cheeks heat the longer she stands in the hallway, maybe she shouldâve announced her entrance instead of barging in. Perhaps if she did she wouldnât have walked in on you and Jungkook fucking in the kitched.
âThatâs it, good girl, thatâs perfect.â he sighs followed by your whine, and so Yoonji decided she should just leave. After all there was no use in interrupting if it meant being scarred by the image of her friends mid fuck. She definitely didn't need to see Jungkookâs tiny weiner, gross she thinks closing the door as gently as she can and leaving them blissfully unaware of her accidental presence.Â
âI hate cutting onion.â you cry when Jungkook cups your face and plants a few kisses to your lips.
âI know baby, but you wanted to learn.â he laughs as you grumble to yourself and he sweeps you up into a hug.Â
âSo should we move on?â he asks, watching you nod excitedly, heâs equally excited to see what the future holds. It may have taken some time and more than ten ounces of semi sweet chocolate but eventually Jungkook learned that you would be the sweetest thing in his life.
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remember that night - jj maybank x reader
description: jj drunk texts you 6 months after the break up
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The blank page of your journal sits in front of you. So many thoughts run through your mind, but none seem to make it to the paper. You'd been waiting for this moment for six months, and now that it was here, you were literally at a loss for words.
Using your thumb and index finger, you toy with the corners of the book, wondering if you should read your older entries for inspiration. You didn't really want to relive what you wrote, though. What were you supposed to do?
Six months ago, you got broken up with. Your first heartbreak. Your first love. And a promise you'd made to yourself was to keep track of your progress. That way, next time some stupid boy wonders into your life and leaves with (what feels like) everything, you'd know that eventually, you'd feel normal again.
But now, you're here, six months later and feeling like you did before you met him. It's almost like it doesn't feel as good as you thought it would.
The day after it happened was the worst. You didn't do anything but lay in bed and cry. Growing up, you always imagined heartbreak as a mental thing. You didn't expect your whole body to ache in his absence.
After a month, though, you started to pick yourself up. Each day you found something new to focus on, and by the second month, you had hope again. Three months in, the world wasn't as gray and rainy. There were terrible days, but they became less frequent. Month four and five passed in a blur. You resumed life as it had been and turned your whole thought process around. Now, it was time to actually put it behind you.
Is that why you hesitated? Did it almost feel like completely letting go of him? Why was that an issue now?
As if on cue, your phone lights up next to you, vibrating against the table so abruptly that you have to catch it from plummeting to the ground. It's late on a Saturday night. Who's texting you anyway? When you finally get it turned the right way, the screen lights up, and you see the name you'd been trying to forget all this time.
JJ Maybank.
Of course. His timing was never right. It's almost like the higher powers that be are laughing at you, watching you struggle to convince yourself you'd been over him, just to make him pop up again.
You're tempted to delete the message and pretend it never existed. There wasn't anything JJ had to say that would make you feel differently about him. Then again, if you have no intentions of replying, there's no reason not to read it.
do you remember that night we went for a drive?
Immediately, chills run down your spine. You drop your phone back to the desk and lean into your chair. What was JJ doing right now? Was he sitting outside of the chateau, letting the cool breeze blow over him as he lays in the hammock and reminisces on that night?
It was late. Too late for you to be awake on a school night and definitely too late for you to be leaving the house. Nevertheless, you crawled out of your window and held onto the tree outside of it for dear life as you slowly lowered yourself to the ground.
JJ is sitting on his bike, the engine idling quietly as he waits for you with a smile on his face. "Let's go, baby!"
You jump down, and your hand flies to your mouth to motion for him to be silent. Even though your parents wouldn't be awake, you had to be careful. Your siblings were a different story.
"Where are we going?" You jump into his arms, feeling him squeeze around your middle like he always does. JJ laughs at your eagerness.
"For a little drive," He smirks. You have no choice but to trust him at this point, so you take his helmet and hop onto the bike behind him.
JJ starts to head to the beach, but at the last moment, he turns down a hiking trail. You'd never ridden this part of the island, and the only thing keeping you from freaking out is that you had eyes on the shoreline the whole time.
As you went further and further, the beach started to disappear below you. You hold on to JJ a little tighter as he continues through the black woods with the small headlight illuminating the feet in front of him.
"We're almost there!" He turns his head to reassure you.
Soon the trees in front of you open up, and there's a small flat area that leads off a cliff. Chipped asphalt covers the place like there was once something here. JJ comes to a stop and turns the bike off, setting it up on the kickstand before he helps you off.
"We used to cliff jump here as kids. Now, most of the time, the water level is too low, and it's dangerous. I like to come out here and listen to the waves, though." JJ takes your hand, and the two of you walk out to the edge. It's not as high up as you expected.
"It seems like a nice place to relax." You agree. JJ lets go of your hand and walks back to the bike. He opens the side pouch, pulling out a couple of blankets he'd stuffed in there.
"Can we sit for a little bit? I want to hold you." JJ's voice is strained from tiredness, the words softening your heart immediately. He didn't bring you out here to be reckless and rebellious. He wanted to be with you.
There happens to be a grassy spot right in the middle of the broken pavement, so you nod, and JJ lays down the first blanket. He plops down and holds his arms open, waiting for you to crawl into them. You face him, placing your legs over his and wrapping them around his backside. The other blanket that is now around his shoulders engulfs you both.
You lean your head on his shoulder, looking at his neck for a moment before you gently close your eyes. This week had been exhausting for you both. It had started with a fight, one you weren't sure you'd recover from, and ended with JJ getting in trouble by taking the blame for Pope. With everything going on, it was nice to have a moment to yourself.
JJ squeezes you in an attempt to bring you closer. He presses a kiss to your cheek to let you know he's thinking about you. The warmth of his body and the blanket mostly protect you from the occasional seaspray that happens. You could stay here forever, genuinely.
Although your relationship was relatively new, you and JJ had grown closer than the average couple. It stemmed from growing up in a household where you held on to anything that seemed even remotely good for dear life. You hadn't even told him you loved him yet, but you trusted him with your life completely. Recent events that revolved around treasure hunting and possible murderers had proved that that's for sure.
It's silent between you two for a little bit, both of you listening to the waves and each other's heartbeats until you hear a faint roar that slowly but surely starts to get louder.
"Do you hear that?" You lift your head to find out that JJ has that stupid smirk on his face again.
"Yeah, get up, hurry." There's no real urgency behind his voice, but you do it anyway, bringing yourself to your feet and holding his hands as he pushes himself off the ground. Without giving you an answer, he returns to the bike and puts the blankets away.
When JJ is back at your side, he points behind you, to the ocean, with a big grin. You turn, and at first, you don't see anything besides gray clouds.
Then you see the rain. It forms a horizontal line that's rapidly headed towards you as the clouds move.
"It's wild. I've never seen a storm move like that from anywhere but up here." JJ says excitedly.
"Yeah, sure, JJ. We need to go before we're caught in it."
You tug on his hand, moving toward the bike, but you're jerked back when he stays with his feet planted. "It's too late."
JJ stands facing the ocean, his arm still extended behind him with you holding his hand. His whole body seems to relax. For whatever reason, he really wants to do this.
So, you take a deep breath and close the distance between you two, standing shoulder to shoulder with your hands tightly clasped together in the middle.
The rain gets louder as it approaches. Your grip on each other tightens in anticipation. When it finally washes over you, it's soft at first, gaining speed as the storm moves. Chill bumps rise all over your skin as your hair and clothes start to stick to you.
JJ lets go of your hand and walks to the edge of the cliff. He lifts his arms in the air, tilts his head toward the sky, and lets out a scream until he's out of breath. It makes you smile, watching this boy that you love act like he's completely free when you know there are so many things in life holding him down.
Without thinking too much about it, you suck in as much air as you can and scream just like he did. JJ whips his head around, looking at you over his shoulder. The look is indescribable, but it showed you all of his emotions. Here he was, looking at this girl that understood him enough to follow along with his crazy antics instead of judging them. His eyes were full of admiration, but most of all, love.
You couldn't believe how this felt. Never had you ever understood what someone was saying with just their eyes. Maybe the rain added to the effect, but as soon as JJ takes his first step toward you, you know exactly what's coming next.
Instead of running into his arms like most girls do in the movies, you stay put, letting your smile grow bigger the closer he gets. JJ shakes his head, laughing at you with just a couple steps left. You reach for him, opening your arms just as he crashes through him.
The two of you move with his momentum. JJ sweeps you off of your feet, spinning you around as you squeal in excitement. You let him hold you higher, raising your arms and looking to the sky to take in everything around you.
JJ sets you on the ground, and you don't let him say anything before you lurch forward and press your lips to his. He takes one step back to steady himself, but his hands stay planted on your hips as he kisses you back with just as much force. You hold each other's cheeks, never wanting to be further apart than this.
He's the first to pull away, but both of you are breathless. You stay forehead to forehead, never breaking eye contact.
"I love you." He whispers, barely audible over the rain.
"I know." You nod, watching him roll his eyes as you laugh.
"I'm kidding. I love you too." You kiss him again.
"As much as I want to stay right here forever, we should get going. The trails will get too muddy, and I don't want you to get sick." The words leave JJ's mouth, but neither of you move. Instead, you kiss again, each taking a turn to peck the other on the lips, and each kiss getting longer.
"Okay, okay. You're probably right." You playfully push his shoulders, so there's more space between you.
JJ takes your hand, and you straggle behind him as you walk back to the bike, not ready to leave yet. You're looking at the ground when he lets go of you, only to look up and see him holding one of the mainly dry blankets from earlier. "It might keep you a little warmer on the ride home."
The memory ends, leaving you shaking in your seat. Sobs escape your throat, and tears stream down your face. You try to catch your breath, but it doesn't seem possibleâall of this from one little text message. The damage has been done. There's nothing that can stop it.
You look at your phone once more, finding the time to be 2:30 am, the same time it was when you got to the cliff that night. A frustrated groan leaves your lips as you shut off your phone and collapse into your fluffy duvet.
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The next morning, you wake up hoping it was all a dream. Instead, you find that your eyes are puffier than usual, and that familiar ache in your chest is back. You toss and turn for a while, trying to force yourself back to sleep so you wouldn't have to think about last night. Nothing goes as you plan, though.
When you finally get the courage to turn your phone on, you realize there are more texts from JJ.
do you remember that night we went for a drive? 2;30 in the mroning u kissed me, it was poring rain we ehld each othr tight
Your stomach knots, recognizing them as a result of JJ having too much to drink.
That night was incredible. In the days after that, you remember reliving that kiss in your head over and over again. Then, it was a fond memory. Now, you can't think of any bright side. It only brought you pain and misery.
You feel the same as you did the day he ended things, and that's what baffled you the most. JJ is the one who broke up with you. It wasn't mutual. It was his choice and his alone. Why would he reach out? He didn't want this. He didn't want you.
The thought stings, but it's true. JJ didn't even have the decency to break up with you alone, the other pogues watched from the porch.
You send a text to a few of your friends, canceling plans for the next few days so you can wallow in your stupid heartache and think about the boy who just ruined six months of progress.
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Three days later, you find yourself angry. Why did JJ think it was okay to waltz back in after so long? He shouldn't even have your number anymore, considering he was very clear about not wanting a relationship. He wanted the space, not you.
You get up and take a shower, followed by getting dressed and leaving the house, not bothering to address your parents questioning looks. Only fifteen minutes later, you find yourself standing on the gravel outside of the chateau.
Now that you're here, you realize you hadn't thought anything out. You were blinded by your anger and weren't being rational. It was too late to back out now. Besides, this might be a good way to release all of that pent-up energy you'd created for yourself in the way over here.
You don't let yourself think about it much longer before you're opening the door without knocking.
Understandably, the three pogues in sight snap their necks to look at you. John B steps in front of Kie and Pope, lifting his hands from his sides slightly as if he's defensive. It makes you angrier somehow as if you're the bad guy here.
"Where's JJ?" You fume.
"Oh, he's-" Pope starts to say something, pointing his finger over his shoulder before Kie can slap her hand over his mouth. It's too late, though. You already know he's here. Kie grabs his hand once she notices he's still pointing and throws it back to his side.
John B sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "He's here, but he's not feeling well-"
"Not like that matters. It clearly didn't to him. I'll be quick." You push around them, not caring to listen to their protests because they're not doing anything to physically stop you.
Deciding to give him a little bit of a warning, you knock on the bedroom door and tap your foot impatiently on the floor. There's shuffling on the other side, and as soon as JJ opens it a crack, you're pushing it open and stepping inside.
"What are you- Alright, come in, I guess."
JJ is shirtless, a pair of basketball shorts hung low on his hips, and his hair is sticking out in all directions.
"I just want to know who the fuck you think you are. Drunk texting me stuff months after you ended things!" You point your finger at him, making him step backward, but you just take another step forward.
"Why wouldn't I remember that night? It was the first time I felt like I belonged with someone, so I'm painfully aware of the memory, JJ." You sneer.
JJ opens his mouth to speak, but you hold your finger up to silence him.
"I don't think you realize just how hard I had to fight to live my life again, to feel better without having to try. How do you not think of someone who completely blindsides you with a breakup?"
He looks baffled, not sure if he can speak yet, but the answer is no.
"My point is, JJ, I worked hard to get to where I'm at. You don't get to contact me six months later trying to reset things. Fuck you, don't reach out to me again." You spin around, leaving through the same door you came in from.
The inside of the chateau whirls around you as you make your fast escape, trying to get away without giving JJ the chance to catch you despite hearing him call your name.
JJ stops at the edge of the porch and watches your wheels spin in the gravel as you drive away. He couldn't say anything else, and he wasn't going to try.
You were right, but there was a lot JJ hadn't told anyone. Like the fact that he only broke your heart, so you didn't have the chance to break his first. He never wanted things to end, but it felt like he'd gotten too comfortable, so he bolted.
So, JJ reached out because his curiosity got the best of him, but it only confirmed that he was too late. It was a stupid mistake, and it only resulted in the heartbreak he was trying to avoid.
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Lovedust Pt.4 || Peter Parker x Stark Reader
Summary: As Josh and Y/N get closer, so does her relationship with Peter but when Peterâs health is on the line, it forces them to look at their relationship in a new light.Â
Word Count: 2.3k
Authorâs Note: Itâs literally 5 in the morning wow my sleep schedule is fucked up! Thank you for being patient and thanks for the feedback on how you guys view the idea of Y/N in fanfiction in general! Also let me know if you guys like it, it really helps to know you guys actually like my stuff!
Warnings: mild language, mentions of pain
part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six ||
part seven || part eight || epilogue
Once you were in Anatomy class, you dropped your head down onto the table and closed your eyes. You had spent all of last night studying for a math test and by the time you felt like you had everything down, it was already time to leave for school.Â
You didnât know how you were going to make it through the day, especially since you were the type of person to be grumpy without a full eight hours of sleep.Â
â Do my eyes deceive me or is Y/N sleeping in class?â Joshâs voice whispered from behind you as you straightened your back and turned around to face him,â I didnât realize you were such a rebel.âÂ
â Josh is actually on time for class? I didnât realize you were such a goodie-two-shoes,â You teased back as Josh smirked.Â
â What can I say, I was extra motivated to show up to class today,â Josh said as he smiled wide at you.Â
You turned back around to hide how flushed your face was and tried to think about anything else. You werenât sure how you truly felt about Josh but there was a small part of you that wouldnât mind if you did have a small crush on him.Â
Everyone knew Josh to be a genuinely sweet guy and nobody ever had anything negative to say about him which only made you more attracted to him. Josh was the perfect student and the golden samaritan and it was about time you liked someone who wasnât a complete asshole.  Â
Class went on and you were thankful that Josh remained silent as he sat behind you for your own sake. It wasnât until the end of class when your teacher introduced a new project that made Josh sit up a bit taller.Â
Once your teacher announced that you were able to pick your own partners Josh tapped your shoulder with his pencil and greeted you with a warm smile.Â
â I think the universe is telling us that we should be partners,â Josh suggested as you tried to not act impressed,â would you want to work on this together? Itâs cool if you donât but I just thought since I already have your number, it would be easier.âÂ
â You have my number? â You asked as you tried to remember if you did give it to him but you knew you definitely wouldâve.Â
Josh pulled out his phone as he furrowed his eyebrows,â Huh, youâre right. Well in that case, gimme your number so I can call you sometime.âÂ
Damn, he really was smooth.Â
You couldnât help but let out a small laugh as you took his phone and started to enter your number,â Do you mean youâll call me about the project?âÂ
Josh playfully shrugged as you handed back his phone,â Well sure, that too. I actually wanted to ask if you needed a ride to the party on Saturday. I was going to go with my band but there isnât enough room for all the equipment so weâre taking two cars. Itâll just be me, you, and a few speakers in the car if thatâs okay?âÂ
You didnât think twice before accepting his offer,â Yeah that sounds great actually, thank you.âÂ
â Of course, itâs my pleasure, Iâll pick you up at nine,â Josh smiled as the bell rung,â do you mind if I walk you to class? I donât want you to sleepwalk on the way there or anything.âÂ
â I wouldnât mind at all,â You said sweetly as the two of you walked out of the classroom side by side.Â
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You took another look at your deck before placing one of your cards face down into the pile. You readjusted your body to lay stomach-down on your bed and eyed Peter suspiciously.Â
For the last hour and a half, you and Peter had been playing various card games after he had claimed to be better than you and since you both had competitive spirits, you knew you couldnâtâ let him spew lies.Â
Peter sat up on your bed with his legs crossed as his eyes darted from his cards to the movie playing in the background.Â
You and Peter had been hanging out more and more lately and you never realized how much fun it was to spend time with him. You couldnât believe you two had gone from yelling and screaming insults at each other to playfully bantering as you hung out in your room.Â
â What do I get if I win this round?â You ask as Peter let out a low chuckle.Â
â Darling, youâre never going to beat me, I promise you that,â Peter said as he put down another card,â but if you win, maybe I could give you a kiss-from the store! Like those chocolate kisses, the Hershey ones!â
You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth and shook your head,â Nice save Parker, you were so close! But lets just say when I win...you owe me a favor. Nothing bad but maybe one day youâll have to do my laundry or make me breakfast.â
â You know I could do those things for you without having it be a favor,â Peter said as you took another look at your deck,â if anything, now would be the best time to ask me to do favors for you.â
You looked up at Peter for a moment before turning back to your deck of cards. You werenât sure why his answer had made you feel a certain type of way but you felt guilty nonetheless.Â
The idea that because of Peterâs state, you could literally ask him to do anything for you and he would do it without a second guess made you feel gross. You never would want to take advantage of him when you knew he wasnât in the right state of mind and you would hope that if it were the other way around, he would give you the same respect.Â
â We can wait until after youâre cured,â You assured him as you showed Peter your winning deck with a smirk,â what were you saying about how I would never beat you?âÂ
Before Peter could answer, the complex shook from underneath the foundation and the lights throughout the building shut off.Â
You hardly paid any attention to it since things were always going on around the complex to mess with the power and after a few seconds of waiting, the power came back on and you moved your attention to the cards on the bed.Â
â What do you think it is this time?â Peter asked as you handed him the rest of the cards so he could reshuffle them.Â
You shrugged as you sat up from the bed and looked out towards your window that looked out to the landing pad,â Well thereâs not some spaceship outside so Iâm guessing it came from the labs, speaking of which, my dad said they've been working extra hard and they think they found something.â
â Thatâs good news,â Peter said as he felt a bit of relief,â I want everything to go back to normal...I wonât lie, I donât know how much more of this I can take.â
As each day passed, Peterâs mental and physical health declined drastically. From agonizing insomnia to tight chest pains, Peter felt like his body was turning on him and he had never felt this type of pain before.Â
Peter knew that this lovedust wasnât temporary and the only way his pain would stop would be when a cure was found. In the beginning, he found himself to mostly be embarrassed around you and what would accidentally spill out of his mouth but now, he found so much comfort in being near you because that was the only way his pain would stop.Â
â Iâm sorry I canât do anything to help. If there was a way to take all of your pain for myself, you know I would,â You said as Peter shook his head.Â
â No, absolutely not. The way this dust messes with my mind and my body⌠I would never want you to go through something like this. You know how I was with my spidey senes? This is a hundred times stronger than that and your whole existence is underneath a microscope that I physically canât pry away from but at the same time, I donât want to look away,â Peter said as you grabbed one of your pillows and hugged it against your chest,â When I think about you, -which is all the time- I can feel myself getting more anxious-but in a good way- and then when I finally see you, it literally takes my breath away.â
You couldnât help but let out a burst of laughter as Peter awkwardly laughed with you,â God Parker, youâre so cheesy. Are you saying the lovedust made me pretty?âÂ
Peterâs cheeks flushed as he sunk into his seat shyly,â You were always pretty. Even before the lovedust, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever saw.â
Now it was your turn to stop laughing as your smile dropped into a âseriously?â look. The idea of Peter ever thinking you were pretty had never even crossed your mind but now that he was confessing that he did even before the lovedust made your heart skip a beat.Â
You werenât sure why you were nervous all of a sudden but you couldnât even bring yourself to respond.Â
Luckily, you didnât have to because not even a moment later, a loud knock came from the other side of the door and you could hear your dadâs voice.Â
â Y/N, can I come in?â Tony asked as you and Peterâs eyes opened wide, silently panicking.Â
Your dad had specifically told you almost every day that you were meant to stay away from Peter and you knew that if he found out, you would be grounded for the rest of your life. Your dad was a great parent but the reason that your relationship with him worked was because of trust and honesty.Â
The rule was that he would always be honest with you if you were honest with him and you knew how much it would hurt him if he found out you were seeing Peter behind his back.Â
You pushed Peter off the bed in a panic as he looked back at you confused. You pointed underneath your bed as Peter shimmied under it without a second thought.Â
You quickly went to the door and opened it wide to see your dad standing there in his lab coat.Â
â Have you seen your boyfriend? He needs to do another round of tests before bed and I canât find him anywhere,â Your dad said as he walked past you and sat right on the edge of your bed.Â
â Um, excuse me, donât contaminate my bed with your lab coat! And nope, not since you explicitly told me not to,â You said as you sat across from him at your desk,â Also, wow boyfriend? I thought I wasnât supposed to have one until Iâm forty? â
You purposely tried to keep your eyes away from the bottom of the bed but you knew how easy it would be to lock eyes with Peter who was looking up at you.Â
â And I still stand by that. All boys are dumb and immature with the exception of any who live in this complex,â Tony looked over at the neatly stacked cards and started to shuffle them.Â
â Uncle Scott doesnât live here,â you pointed out as your dad nodded,â and Uncle Steve just visits.â
â Did I stutter?â He said as you let out a small laugh,â But now that Iâm here, I wanted to talk to you about Peter and what we discovered so far. I donât want to scare you but his condition is getting severe and I feel like you should know whatâs going on.âÂ
You darted your eyes towards the bottom of your bed but quickly looked back at your dad.Â
â Um, does Peter know whatâs going on?â You asked as your dad shook his head.Â
If there was any chance that whatever your dad was about to say could mentally or physically break down Peter, you didnât want it to be from Peter listening in underneath your bed. Â
â No and he canât know,â your dad sighed as you shifted in your seat,â I think it would mess with his head and we need his morale to be high. You cannot tell him but we discovered-â
âDad um, Iâm really tired and I have school in the morning. Can we talk about this another time?â You interrupted as your throat suddenly felt dry,â school has me drained and I donât think Iâm emotionally ready for any other curveballs.â
Your dad only nodded as he got up from the bed and pressed a kiss onto your forehead,â Alright kiddo, donât stay up too late. After school, I want you up in the lab with Banner and I, we could use your help,â Tony said casually as you gave him a small smile.Â
â Okay, no problem, goodnight,â You said as your dad closed your bedroom door behind him.Â
You waited a second and thought things over as Peter scooted out from underneath your bed.Â
You turned your head to look at Peter and as you two locked eyes for a moment, it was as if you two were both apologizing by just one glance. You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay and that no matter what, Peter would be able to be back to normal yet you knew you shouldnât promise things you couldnât keep.Â
Peter knew that you wanted to spare his feelings but he wouldâve given anything to find out what his mentor was keeping from him. For the first time since he made contact with the lovedust, he felt defeated and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.Â
You didnât want to lie to him but it was hard to do that when you knew you should comfort and console him.Â
The idea that something was really wrong with Peter besides a few embarrassing word vomits terrified you and you never thought that it would ever get so serious.Â
â Peter, I will always be here if you need anything...No matter what, youâll always have me,â You said as Peterâs jaw clenched.Â
You knew those werenât the best things to hear at a time like this but you couldnât bring yourself to lie and tell him that everything will work out when you didnât have all of the information.Â
Peter got up from the ground and stood over you, his dull eyes felt like they were looking through you instead of at you,â Just...donât give up on me, okay?â
You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded as Peter gave you one final look before exiting your room.Â
As soon as the door closed behind Peter, he felt his knees buckle in as he slid down on the other side of the door and did his best not to cry.Â
Every time Peter exhaled, he felt like his throat was on fire and the only way he could describe the feeling in his chest was imagining loose telegraph wires electrocuting a swimming pool. As his breathing became more rapid and shallow, all he could think about was how to stop the pain.Â
He didnât know that being in love could ever feel this painful but Peter hated it. He hated the feeling of being so helpless and he hated himself for always thinking of you.Â
Every thought of him holding you close to his chest, him pressing his lips against yours, and him telling you over and over again how much he loved you felt corrupted and only brought more pain.Â
But if Peter really thought about it, he would never take any of it back. If being in love with you meant that there was a chance he could literally die, then that was a risk he was willing to take.Â
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how to save a life ︹spencer reid
word count: 8.3k
spencer reid x slight oc
spencer and veronica argue over him keeping their relationship from the team, but when spencer sustains a life-threatening gun shot wound it puts everything into perspectiveÂ
angst + hurt/comfort with an eventual happy ending
this is not an x reader because i hate writing y/n in place of a character name and it often forces you into writing in second person which i also hate - however I have avoided giving specific descriptions of hair/eye/skin colour, height and body shape so feel free to imagine it like an x readerÂ
this is also heavily inspired by greys anatomy and ive taken characters from the show to be side characters, however you do not need to have watched a single episode of greys to follow the storyÂ
warnings: mention of rape, mentions of past drug use, spencer being shot, descriptions of blood, spencer being a bit of a dick in part 1??
Veronica groaned and rolled onto her stomach, shielding her eyes from the dull light illuminating the room. Her body was stiff as she twisted to find a more comfortable position, but the glare from the lamp was still too bright, so she huffed and forced herself to sit upright.
âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you,â Spencer whispered.
Veronica was still groggy and had to squint her eyes to focus on him. He was stood on the other side of her bedroom, half dressed in a pair of tight grey trousers and an unbuttoned pale blue shirt. Her eyes raked over his exposed skin.
She grumbled and flopped back down on the bed, âyouâre lucky youâre pretty, waking me up at 5am on a Saturday.â
He frowned, âitâs an emergency â we just got called in on a case.â
âIs this your way of telling me you canât come tonight?â she snorted, looking up at him lazily as her head rested on her pillow.
âThe fundraising gala â right,â he said stiffly, slowly doing up his buttons, âitâs a local one, so we wonât be flying out, but I canât justify sneaking off to a party while weâre working a case.â
âIts not a party,â Veronica said through gritted teeth, âparties are fun. This is a stupid campaign that Jackson organized to raise funds for the hospital. Where Iâm expected to go and charm rich, old, white men into giving us money, and whichever department raises the most money gets a bonus-â
âAnd you think Iâd have been a valuable addition to your efforts because?â Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow.
âBecause, you have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187 â that impresses everyone, and maybe it couldâve impressed some hedge fund manager enough to give me, and my department, the big bucks.â
âYou flatter me.â
âYeah, remember this feeling â cosâ you wonât be getting any more nice words from me for a while,â Veronica grumbled into her pillow; she pulled the duvet tighter around her body and screwed her eyes shut, they still hadnât adjusted to the glow from the lamp.
Spencer had finished getting dressed, and he sighed deeply as he crept over to the bed. He crawled on top of the duvet and wrapped his arms around Veronicaâs body.
âYou know I would rather be with you, but if I donât go to work, people die,â he whispered in her ear.
Veronica twisted her torso to face him, âSpencer I get it â if I donât go to work people die too, I just hate your job when it means we canât do things together. That gala just going to be full of dull, sleazy men â you wouldâve kept me sane.â
He wrapped his arms around her, tighter, âI know, I hate it too. I just canât leave in the middle of a serial case like this, plus even if I tried to the team would have too many questions because-â
Veronicaâs body stiffened, and she unconsciously shifted away from him, âbecause you still havenât told them about us, even though weâve been together for years, and you know all my friends, and we go to work events together for my job. But we canât for yours because you still havenât told your team, who you consider family. Iâm well aware of that fact, Spencer.â
âVeronica, you know itâs nothing to do with you. There are just some things I like to keep private from them-â
âIâm not a thing! Iâm a person, and youâre not keeping it private, youâre keeping it secret. Private would be if they knew I existed but didnât know all the details of our relationship, but thatâs not whatâs happening here,â she snapped.
âV, donât be like that-â
âYou should just go; youâll be late for work. Wouldnât want to let down your team like that.â
Spencer sighed and let go of her, he shuffled around the room gathering up his bag and coat before heading to the door.
âGoodbye, good luck at the fundraiser. Hopefully Iâll be home tonight, otherwise Iâll call you, okay?â
âYeah, okay,â she grumbled.
âI love you,â he said uncertainly.
Veronica couldnât fight the smile that crept onto her face at his words, âI love you too,â she whispered back.
She stretched her arms out to Spencerâs side of the bed as she heard the front door click shut. The pillow and mattress were already cool from the absence of his body, Veronica let her heavy eyes fall shut and drifted off to sleep again.
She didnât wake up again until hours later, when the sunlight crept through the gaps in the curtains and shone onto her face. Veronica unwilling pried her eyes open for the second time that day and fumbled for her phone on the bedside table to see if Spencer had texted her.
He hadnât. Veronicaâs heart sunk and her chest, he always texted her when he arrived at work. The only thing the glaring, bright screen of her phone informed her was that it was 11.57am, she had significantly overslept.
She quickly attributed it to the 17-hour spinal-cord tumour resection she had worked on yesterday and pulling the charger out of her phone she rolled over. Unlocking her phone, she sent a quick text to Spencer, reminding him that he needed to keep her updated when he was on a case or sheâd assume he was dead.
But when she clicked âdeliveredâ, there was a buzz from Spencerâs bedside table and Veronica strained her neck only to see that his phone was still there. She frowned, Spencer wasnât a fan of his phone, but he never went to work without it, could he really have been so flustered from their spat that heâd forgotten it?
Whatever the reason, Veronica groaned, she wouldnât relax all day without his periodic updates telling her that he was still alive, and she doubted he would trek all the way back to her apartment to get it.
She crawled out of bed and searched around for the first clothes she could find; a pair of dark running shorts, and her red âHarvard Medâ sweatshirt. Â Flinging them on, she quickly sprayed herself with deodorant and grabbed her bag, keys, and Spencerâs phone before dashing out the door.
Veronica cursed Spencer as she thudded down the stairs of her apartment building, because of course, the lift was still broken. Dr. Spencer Reid was supposed to have an eidetic memory, and he forgets his phone? Idiot.
A wave of heat hit her as she stepped outside, rummaging around her bag for a pair of sunglasses to shield her eyes as she made her way over to her car. Veronica contemplated how to get the phone to Spencer as she drove, she obviously couldnât call him to let him know she had it, and she didnât have the extension for his desk phone.
She could hand it into someone at reception and ask them to take it up or ask them to call him down. But then she would have to talk to him again and Veronica wasnât sure if she wanted to do that.
She knew it wasnât his fault, she knew that he couldnât control when serial killers decided to act out, she knew that he was out there saving lives.
But it was still frustrating they couldnât go places like normal couples, if there wasnât a serial killer terrorising some small town then she was being pulled in on an emergency surgery. If she were honest with herself, she didnât know how much longer their relationship could go on like this.
At least they were in the same state this time, and they would hopefully get to sleep in the same bed whilst he worked on this case, she thought optimistically to herself as she parked her car on a side street near the FBI building.
Veronica was still debating whether to leave Spencerâs phone with the receptionist or have them call him down as she strolled across the street. But that decision was quickly made for her when she saw Spencer leaving the building, accompanied by a tall, bald man with dark skin and a short blonde woman, wearing an eccentric, neon dress.
They were laughing amongst themselves; Spencer ran a hand through his messy hair as he chuckled at something Veronica was too far away to hear. He looked so happy. She was about to turn around and sneak back to her car when Spencer clocked her, they made eye-contact and he stopped in his tracks.
His friends stopped to and after noticing that Spencer was staring at something, turned to look at her too. The man nudged him, but Spencer stood frozen his tracks. Veronica huffed, if he werenât going to come to her, she would have to go to him.
âSpencer,â she said, as she approached them briskly.
âVeronica! Weâre just going to grab lunch for the team, IâŚI was going to text you, but I-â
âLeft your phone at my apartment,â she finished for him, holding out his phone, which he took gingerly, âhi! Iâm Veronica,â she said brightly, turning to face the man and woman who were staring at her, dumbfounded.
âH-hi, Iâm Penelope Garcia,â the woman finally spoke.
âDerek Morgan,â the man added, with a small wave.
They both lingered hesitantly a few steps away from Veronica and Spencer, evidently sensing the tension between them. Spencer wouldnât make eye contact with her, he stared down at his feet, but Veronica stood her ground firmly.
âIâm literally standing right in front of them Spencer, are you still going to try and keep me a secret?â she seethed.
âI-I didnât want it to happen like this,â he stammered.
âRight. You didnât want it to happen, at all,â she said, turning on her heel to leave but Spencer lurched forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close into him.
âV, please donât be like that â I wasnât expecting you to show up at my job like this, I just needed a minute to process-â
âProcess what? Your girlfriend doing you a favour? Youâve had a minute, and you clearly donât want your friends to know me so just forget it Spencer,â she snapped, pulling her arm free from his grip.
âVeronica, please. I will introduce you properly later, just not right now,â he whispered, throwing an anxious glance back at Derek and Garcia.Â
Veronica rolled her eyes, they werenât even in earshot anymore and he was still whispering so they wouldnât overhear.
âWhy not right now? You arenât tracking down an unsub right at this moment, youâre going to get lunch â is a sandwich really more important to you than me?â
âThat isnât what I said!â
âYou didnât have to say anything, Spence,â she smiled sadly, âI donât understand why you donât want the people closest to you to know that youâve had a girlfriend for the past three years. I mean we basically live together, itâs a serious relationship, they should at least know I exist.â
âItâs more complicated than that-â
âNo, it isnât!â she cried, her voice louder and shriller than she intended, causing Derek and Garcia to step forward but Spencer waved them off, âare you embarrassed of me or something?â she asked, her eyes flickering between Spencerâs twisted expression and his friends.
âOf course not, donât be stupid,â he snorted.
âIâm not being stupid,â she snapped, âbut I canât think of any other reason why you wouldnât want them to know me. Not that you should have any reason to be embarrassed cosâ Iâm a hot neurosurgeon, but maybe thatâs not good enough for the sacred BAU,â she spat.
Garcia and Derek whispered amongst themselves as they gave the couple concerned looks.
âVeronica, please-â
âNo, donât,â she said firmly despite the tears burning in her eyes, âyouâve made it very clear where you stand. I have to go; Iâm meeting April for lunch and then to get our hair done for this stupid gala. Text me to let me know youâre alive, otherwise donât contact me,â Veronica turned to leave but Spencer gripped her arm again.
âAre you breaking up with me?â he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Veronica shook her head, âno, Spencer you could literally stab me through the heart, and I wouldnât leave you. Thatâs the problem, I think I love you more than you love me â I just need some space.â
âCome on, Iâll introduce you to Morgan and Garcia, y-you can join us all for lunch,â he said desperately, trying to tug her towards them but Veronica pulled her arm away again.
âToo late Spence,â she sighed, âI meant what I said, still let me know youâre okay every few hours or Iâll worry. But please just leave me alone till you decide if you really want to be in this relationship.â
âOf course, I do Veronica! I lov-â
âBye Spencer,â she said, kissing him softly on the cheek, âbe safe.â
Veronica turned and dashed away from him, desperate not to let him see the tears threatening to spill over.
âLove youâŚâ Spencer finished as he watched her disappear around a corner.
He was frozen for several moments as he stared longingly after her, but she would be in her car and long gone now. He tightened his grip on the phone she had handed him just moments before, the screen lit up and showed a text she mustâve sent before realizing he didnât have his phone. He shoved the phone back in his pocket and turned on his heel to head back inside, but Derek was quick to grab his arm and pull him back.
âHey, hey, hey, and just where do you think youâre going?â he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
âInside,â Spencer snapped, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Derek gave him a pointed look, âI donât think so kid, Iâm gonna tell you whatâs gonna happen â weâre gonna get in the car and go pick up lunch for everyone, itâll take about 20 minutes, tops. Thatâs how long you have to explain whoever that was and why youâve been acting so weird this morning, sound good?â
Spencer wrestled his arm out of Derekâ grip, âI donât owe you an explanation,â he said sharply.
âWell see yeah you do pretty boy, cosâ thatâs the second time youâve snapped at me in under a minute so somethings obviously going on and Iâm willing to bet itâs got something to do with Miss Harvard Med, whoâs apartment you were in this morning,â he said with a knowing look, ânow come on, cars this way,â he pointed to the left on the street and began to saunter off.
Spencer gave Garcia a desperate look, âPenelope, have my back here, I-â
She raised a hand up to silence him, âit doesnât take a profiler to figure out that youâve been acting weird all morning,â she shifted closer to him and took his large hand in hers, âI know you like to keep things to yourself Spencer, but you and I also both know that you keeping secrets doesnât always end well, we arenât asking you to give us every detail we just want to know whatâs going on.â
Spencer huffed but didnât disagree with her, he even let her tug his arm and lead him down the street after Derek, who was already waiting for them at the car.
âAbout time,â he said, lifting himself from his position leaning against the dark SVU to unlock it.
He climbed in the front seat and Garcia moved round to get in the passengerâs side, leaving Spencer to stand for a few seconds outside the car. He debated running back to the office for a few seconds, but Derek would definitely run after him, and he was a lot faster. Deciding he didnât want to be tackled to the ground today, he grumbled and crawled into the back seat, slamming the door behind him.
âYou gonna tell us why youâve got such an attitude today now, kid?â Derek said as he turned the keys in the ignition and pulled away from the kerb.
âAnd who that girl was?â Garcia added.
âThat was Veronica,â he shrugged, twirling the end of his tie in his hands.
âYeah, she told us that much,â Derek sighed, âwe mean who is she?â
âSheâs a neurosurgeon at Stafford Grace Mercy West hospital,â he answered through gritted teeth.
âA neurosurgeon!â Garcia gasped, clapping her hands together, âour Doctor Reid found himself a doctor of his own,â she giggled.
âWhat? No! I just said she was a doctor; I didnât say there was anything-â
Derek had his eyes focused on the road, but Spencer could picture the look on his face as he spoke, âI didnât think neurosurgeons usually ran a drop-in clinic from their apartments, but yâknow Iâm not the one with an IQ of 187, so maybe Iâm wrong.â
He gave Garcia a look and her face dropped.
Spencer swore under his breath and folded his arms tightly across his chest. He shifted uncomfortably in the back seat as Derek pulled up to the drive-thru and gave a shrug and a mumble when he asked him what he wanted to eat.
âThank you very much maâam,â Derek flirted with the woman in the window as she handed the paper bag of food through to him, he gave it to Garcia as he drove away, allowing her to pick through everyoneâs fries.
âYâknow kid, weâll be back at the office in 10 minutes or so and you can either tell me whatâs going on now or back there, in front of everyone else.â
âItâs none of your business!â Spencer spluttered.
âYouâve not been able to focus at work all morning, every time someone has asked a question youâve been tugging on your tie instead of giving us some long-winded statistic, then some girl weâve never seen before shows up and you both start fighting-â
âWe werenât fighting,â Spencer grumbled, running a hand through his hair, âjust a difference of opinion, thatâs all.â
âA difference of opinion made her storm off like that, huh?â Derek mused.
Spencer balled his fists, why couldnât Derek just leave it alone?
âWe just want to make sure thereâs nothing bad going on, Spencer,â Garcia said kindly, a handful of Emilyâs fries in her mouth.
âWhy do you think anything bad would be going on?â
Derek and Garcia exchanged looks.
âHey! Why are you looking each other like that?â
Garcia twisted in her seat to face him, âwe just noticed that recently youâve not been coming out with us, youâre always rushing home after work, some days youâre really happy â and I love those days! â but other times youâreâŚirritable-â
âLike today,â Derek interjected.
âRight, and now this girl who just happens to be a doctor with a prescription pad shows up, and if sheâs not your girlfriend then-â
âYou think sheâs my drug dealer?â Spencer snorted.
âIs she?â Garcia asked, alarmed.
âNo!â he snapped, âfine! Sheâs my girlfriend, is that what you wanted to hear? Congratulations guys, youâve finally gotten me to admit the one thing I didnât want to tell you, whilst simultaneously accusing me of taking drugs again, and Veronica of abusing her medical license to sell drugs!â
âHey! Kid I get if youâre upset but donât raise your voice at Garcia like that, we suspected you were using again before Veronica ever showed up, her being a doctor just fit into the puzzle,â Derek said firmly, âI donât understand why you didnât just tell us she was your girlfriend and we couldâve moved on, you being so secretive about her is what made us think that there was something bad going on.â
âWell, there isnât, except I have a pissed off girlfriend and a serial killer slashing womenâs throats open, I donât have time to pander to your feelings as well,â Spencer grumbled as Derek pulled up near the office again, he flung the door open and high-tailed out of the car, leaving Derek and Garcia in their seats gaping at each other.
He had dashed back inside the building; he couldnât tell how close Derek and Garcia were behind him, but he was grateful they were far away enough to not catch the lift with him.
âHey Reid,â Emily greeted him as he sulked back into the office, âwhere are Garcia and Morgan?â
Spencer shrugged, âtheyâre coming up now, theyâve got everyoneâs food,â he mumbled, shuffling away to his desk.
âOkayâŚâ Emily said, and shot JJ a concerned look.
Spencer sat down and stared blankly at the map in front of him. He was supposed to be working on the geographical profile, but his eyes blurred as he stared at the contour lines and he couldnât make them refocus.
Derek and Garcia burst through the door minutes later.
âLunchtime,â he called, as Garcia held the bag up above her head.
âFinally, Iâm starving,â Emily groaned, making her way over to Derek to collect her lunch, âwhatâs going on with the good doctor?â she whispered under her breath, motioning with her head over to Spencer, slumped in his chair.
Derek hesitated, âweâre not entirely sure yet, Iâll let you know when I know,â he whispered back.
Emily nodded apprehensively and took her food from Garcia.
âI promise I didnât eat all your fries,â she chirped, and Emily rolled her eyes.
The other team members came to collect their orders from Morgan and Garcia, all of them shooting concerned looks at Spencer. He dug his nails into his palms, the sharp twinge distracted him from everyoneâs stares.
Spencer didnât show any intention of coming to get his lunch, so Derek took the bag from Garcia and strolled over to Spencerâs desk. He dropped the bag down on top of the map.
âYou wouldnât answer me when I asked what you wanted, so I picked for you.â
Spencer didnât look up, âhmm not hungry,â he said, twirling a pen in his hand.
âCâmon kid, Iâm sorry Garcia and I implied that you were using again, but weâve noticed you acting weird for a while and we thought that was the most plausible-â
âSo, you thought it was more likely I was shooting myself up with dilaudid than it was that I had a girlfriend? Cosâ who would want to date me right?â he snorted.
âSpencer, you know thatâs not what I meant, but you never gave any indication you were seeing someone, I thought if you were then youâd have mentioned it to at least one of us.â
Spencer curled his lip.
âSoâŚwhy didnât you mention anything?â
âBecauseâŚbecause we spend so much time together, and you all know so much about me I just wanted to have something that was my own,â he said hastily.
âOkay, I can understand that, so I wonât ask too many questions â I just want to know: does she treat you good? Does she make you happy?â
âYes,â Spencer murmured.
âThat all Iâm gonna get, pretty boy?â
Spencer nodded stiffly, âfor now.â
âAm I gonna get to meet her?â Derek asked softly.
âYou did meet her.â
Derek rolled his eyes, âI mean properly, I would like to introduce myself as the guy who saves your ass on the daily,â he said, nudging Spencerâs shoulder gently.
He tried to fight the smile creeping onto his face, but failed, âyouâre getting nowhere near her if youâre gonna lie like that.â
Derek chuckled and held up his hands, âokay, okay I get it â pretty boyâs gotta protect his reputation in front of his girl.â
Spencer gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded, he continued to twirl the pen in his hand, âsomething like that.â
âGuys, I think we might have something,â Hotch said, stepping out of the conference room with Garcia and Rossi close behind him.
JJ and Emily nodded, standing up from their desks to join him. Derek moved to follow but Spencer grabbed his arm quickly.
âYou wonât say anything will you?â he asked nervously, ânot until Iâve had a chance to talk to Veronica, at least. Sheâs got this fundraising gala for work tonight, and I donât know when weâll get home. Weâre in the same state and we probably wonât get a chance to talk till this case is over,â he said miserably.
Derek nodded, âyour secrets safe with me, pretty boy,â he said, clapping Spencer on the bag before sauntered away and up the stairs.
Spencer smiled, grabbed his lunch from his desk and followed.
***
Veronica drummed her nails against the table as they waited for their waitress to return with their drinks.
âYou know I was going to say that itâs a bit early for the wine you just ordered but now I think you shouldâve gotten a large,â April commented, watching how Veronica fidgeted in her seat.
âYeah, well I figured I should start preparing early for this stupid gala,â she mumbled.
âHey! Jackson has worked really hard organizing this, I think itâll be fun!â
Veronica rolled her eyes, âyou think going to the DMV is fun, so you donât get much of an opinion here, Kepner.â
âIt is fun!â April began but Veronica gave her a pointed look, âright...not about me. Veronica, whatâs going on? Youâve been acting weird since you got to my apartment, and I know youâre not looking forward to the gala, but I donât think thatâs whatâs on your mind.â
Veronica shrugged, âitâs Spencer, he-â
She was interrupted as their waitress returned, âokay! Diet coke for you, and a pinot griot for you,â she said, placing their respective drinks down in front of them, âare you ladies ready to order?â she chirped, Veronica wanted to roll her eyes at the perkiness radiating off of her, but reminded herself that she was just doing her job.
âIâll have the chicken Caesar salad please!â April responded, matching the waitresses bright and bubbly demeanour.
Veronica tapped her foot against the floor, âIâll have the double bacon cheeseburger with Cajun fries please,â she said, giving her best attempt at a smile.
âExcellent!â she said, taking their menus, âIâll get that out to you soon as its ready.â
âThank you!â April said, her voice sweet and sing-song-like, until the waitress had disappeared out of sight and she turned to glare at Veronica, âdouble bacon cheeseburger! You have a tight dress to wear tonight, do you want to be bloated?â
âApril, I really donât care,â Veronica said flatly, taking a large swig of wine from her glass.
April gaped at her lie a fish but quickly composed herself, âwhat did Spencer do thatâs so bad heâs got you comfort eating and drinking?â
Veronica paused to take another gulp of wine before she answered, âitâs not what he did itâs what he didnât do. First of all, he was supposed to come to the gala with me tonight and keep me from punching one of those rich, old, pervs in the throat but then he got called into work on a case â which sucks, and Iâm upset he canât come but like I can live with that, we get pulled into emergency surgeries all the time, so I get it,â she ranted, taking another sip of wine.
âBut?â April prompted.
âBut everything comes back to the same issues with us, he refuses to even tell his team about me. And these guys, April, theyâre like his family! But they have no clue I even exist; he always says itâs because heâs a private person and he shares so much with them that he just wants to having something to himselfâŚbut more and more it just feels like heâs embarrassed by me.â
âOh, Veronica,â April gushed, her voice dripping with sympathy, âIâm sure thatâs not true, but itâs so easy to get in your own head about things like this, when Jackson and I were sneaking around I felt the same way.â
âYeah, and then you got married,â she snorted.
âAnd then we got divorced.â
âIs this your way of telling me I should break up with Spencer?â Veronica asked, raising an eyebrow.
âNo!â April said quickly, âIâm just saying that Jackson and I didnât work out because we had too many fundamental differences, but you and Spencer arenât like that, your problems are coming from external factors and theyâre far easier to fix than internal ones. If you gave him an ultimatum, you introduce me to your team or itâs over, then I really doubt that heâs going to let you walk away.â
Veronica shook her head, âheâd know thatâs an empty threat, I already told him I would never leave him.â
âWhen did you tell him that?â April demanded.
âAbout 20 minutes before I showed up at your place, he left his phone at my apartment, so I went to drop it off at his work but when I got there, he was coming out with two of his friends â I was right in front of them and he still didnât want to introduce me. And I told him that I couldnât break up with him, but I thought I love him more than he loves me.â
âAnd what did he say?â
âWell, then he said I should come to lunch with them, but it was so obvious that he didnât really want that, he was just trying to cover his own ass,â she shrugged, âso I told him it was too late and then I left.â
âWhy didnât you go with them? Then you would have met them, and this would all be resolved,â April gaped at her.
âBecause he didnât want me there! Besides they donât even get a proper lunch break, they were just going to pick up food for everyone else. I donât want to meet my boyfriendâs closest friends in the 20-minute drive to Burger King and back,â she huffed, sitting back lazily, and crossing her arms over her chest.
âHave you tried explaining to him how heâs making you feel by doing this?â
âOnly every time we fight, I say Iâm sick of him not taking me to parties with his work friends cosâ he doesnât want them to know about me, but the rest of the team has their partners there, so he just stopped going out with them all together. He would rather not see his friends outside of work than take me with him, you canât try and tell me thatâs not weird.â
April shook her head hesitantly, âno, I agree that its strange, but Iâve also met Spencer and Iâve seen first-hand how much he adores you, whatever is going on, I donât think itâs because heâs ashamed of you.â
Veronica didnât answer her. She didnât have the energy to argue back, if there was another reason as to why Spencer was hiding her, she couldnât figure it out.
Thankfully, the waitress returned with their food and interrupted April, who Veronica could tell was about to launch into some motivational speech. She took a huge bite from her burger, savouring the salty bacon and tangy tomato relish that made her feel instantaneously better.
April gave her a disapproving look as she delicately tucked into her salad, âI was going to say you need to eat quickly or weâll miss our appointment, but I see youâre doing that all on your own.â
âWeâve still got another hour, chill out, Kepner.â
April rolled her eyes, âyouâve forgotten the plan, already havenât you?â
Veronica froze, with a handful of spicy, Cajun fries in her mouth, âplan?â she questioned, her voice muffled.
âI told you yesterday, Veronica!â she whined, âwe were going to get our hair done at the salon but now sheâs going to come to Cristinaâs apartment since its way closer to where the gala will be â so we need to drive back to your apartment to pick up your dress and makeup and then weâll head to Cristinaâs to get ready there.â
âDonât we need to pick up your stuff too then?â
âNo, because I was organized and put mine in the back of the car,â she said with a glare, âyou did pick up your dress, right?â
âYes, have some faith in me,â Veronica grumbled.
âYou didnât remember the plan! You couldâve just as easily forgotten to get a dress.â
âIâm pretty sure you never told me about the plan,â Veronica teased.
âI did!â
âWhen?â
âYesterday, after you came out of surgery.â
âYou told me after my 17-hour spinal cord tumour resection, and actually expected me to remember a word that youâd said?â
âShut up and eat your burger,â April huffed, and Veronica chuckled as she took another large bite.
***
Spencer shifted uncomfortably in the passengerâs seat of the SVU, he was irritated. They had been chasing a lead since lunch and it hadnât panned out, he and Derek were on their way back to the office now.
He turned down the radio; the music was so loud he couldnât hear himself think. It was getting dark outside now, and the streetlights reflected off of the window he stared out of, the glare hurt his eyes. Spencer re-adjusted his bulletproof vest; it was tight and digging into his chest. He flicked on the AC; the car was too hot. Â
âHey kid, you wanna sit still for 5 minutes?â Derek mused.
âIâm just frustrated, I really thought we got him,â he grunted.
âI know me too, but everyoneâs doing everything they can to catch him-â
âHeâs escalating! Heâs raped, killed and dumped two women since lunch, in broad daylight â everyone might be doing everything he can but that isnât enough.â
âI know this isnât an easy case, but weâve dealt with things like this before and you never act out like this, so whatâs going on? Is this about your fight with Veronica?â
âNo! I meanâŚâ Spencer dragged his hand through his hair, âitâs not about the fight but it is about her, all the women heâs killed so far sort of look like her â same hair and eye colour, same height and body typeâŚ.â
âSpencer, we know heâs taking these women as surrogates for a Linda Johnson, it doesnât have anything to do with her-â
âBut he could take her, sheâs with her friends right now, getting ready for this work thing. The second victim was at a party with friends when he took her, and she looked exactly like Veronica â they couldâve been sisters.â
Derek pulled the car over to the side of the road.
âW-what are you doing?â Spencer stuttered, âHotch said he wants everyone back ASAP.â
âHotch can wait,â Derek said sharply, ânow listen to me kid, Veronica is gonna be just fine, sheâs gonna be at some fancy, little party full of other doctors. We profiled that the unsub wouldnât be able to blend into an environment like that, thatâs why all his other victims were taken in nightclubs or back alleys. She will be fine, okay?â
Spencer didnât answer.
âKid, I need you to answer me so I know youâre still in there,â Derek said, nudging him, âI can see that brain of yours going into overdrive.â
âWe profiled that the unsub wouldnât be able to fit in with educated or upper-class groups because of poor social skills and lack of educationâŚâ Spencer began slowly.
âRight,â Derek agreed with him.
âAnd thatâs why we went to Tommy Jonesâ house, because he fits the profile, but his alibi checks outâŚ.â
âWhat are you getting at here, Reid?â
âIt doesnât make sense, all the women were taken from dive bars or dangerous areas, but they were all also upper class, well educated women â they wouldnât just go off with someone who they thought was a threatâŚ.â
Derek nodded slowly, ââŚand we know he used some kind of a ruse to get them in his van because all of the victims had minimal defensive wounds.â
âRight, so our unsub would have to be someone these women would trust, and the psychology of implicit bias show that we are consciously and unconsciously more trusting of members of our perceived in-group,â Spencer added, âso what if our unsub is someone connected to Linda Johnson but from the same rich, ivy-league educated background as her.â
âOkay, but we already vetted all of Lindaâs male family members, friends and boyfriends of friends â theyâre all clear. And sheâs still with her high-school boyfriend whoâs been in California all weekâŚ.â
âCall Hotch, Linda should still be at the office, maybe he can find a male from the same financial and educational background as Lisa who has since lost social status and lost touch with her, our unsub could be someone who has lost access to that kind of lifestyle and blames Lisa for it.â
âOkay kid, whatever you say,â Derek said, he grabbed his phone and dialled Hotchâs number, âhey Hotch, Reid thinks the unsub is someone who came from the same background as Lisa but has lost some kind of status and blames her for it, can you ask if anyone fits that description?â
Spencer looked on in anticipation, his heart hammering in his chest. Derek switched his phone to speaker-mode as Hotch came back.
âMorgan, I think we got something. Linda says her high school had a tutoring program, a boy called Phillip Davis used to help her with biology and chemistry, she always suspected he had a bit of a crush on her, but she never returned the feelings. He left the school when his father went bankrupt and he lost all their money, they havenât spoken in years thatâs why she never mentioned him.â
âLinda posted on Facebook that sheâd been accepted for a masterâs degree in biochemical sciences the day before the killings started, that could be the trigger if Davis feels he helped her enough with her studies to get into a masterâs program, but she never showed any appreciation,â Spencer said nodding.
âAnd if he went to the same private school as Linda, he would have the social skills to fit in with other upper-class women,â Derek said.
âGood work Reid,â Hotch said, âyou two are closet to his home address, Garciaâs already sent it to your phones, Iâll meet you there â JJ and Prentiss will check out his work address.â
âYou got it Hotch,â Derek said before he hung up the phone and drove off again, âweâre gonna get him kid, donât you worry.â
Spencer nodded, âI know, just Iâll relax better when heâs in handcuffs.â
âHe will be soon.â
Spencer didnât say anything as Derek raced along side-streets. He had flicked the sirens on as they overtook other cars, and they blared in Spencerâs ears. He switched them off when they pulled up outside Philip Davisâ house, he stared up at the dimly lit house for a second before he followed Derek in exiting the car.
His ears were ringing.
Derek was on the phone again, âyeah Hotch, we just got here.â
Spencerâs heart hammered against his ribcage. He yanked down his bulletproof vest again; it was really uncomfortable.
âHotch says theyâre five minutes out, he wants us to wait until they get here to go in,â Derek said and leant against the exterior of the car.
Spencer nodded but his heart seized in his chest; he didnât think he could wait five whole minutes outside. He tapped his foot against the uneven concrete and peered up at the house.
A light flicked on in one of the upstairs windows.
âMorgan!â he hissed, âdo you see that? Heâs definitely in there.â
âI know kid, but Hotch says Lina told him that this guy is really aggressive, and Garcia confirmed he owns a whole arsenal of firearms. He just wants us to have backup before we go in, heâs bringing S.W.A.T as well.â
Spencer huffed, âwhy does it feel like weâre always just standing around waiting for S.W.A.T to show up?â
âTell me about it, pretty boy,â Derek grinned, âthey wouldnât know how to be on time if-â
He was interrupted by a piercing scream that came from inside the house, Derek and Spencer instinctively grabbed their guns.
âThat was definitely a woman,â Derek whispered, âbut he didnât bring any of the other victims back to his house, why her?â
âWeâve amped up the police presence all over the city and set up roadblocks, maybe he was starting to feel cornered, and didnât want to be caught in the act â we canât wait for backup any longer, we have to go in.â
âYeah, I know,â Derek said, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and sent a quick text to Hotch, âokay kid, lets go,â he nodded at Spencer and began to advance towards the house, his gun held out defensively in front of him.
Spencer took a deep breath and followed him. He really wanted to text Veronica and let her know that he was okay for now, but that he and Derek were about to burst into an unsubâs house. Who apparently happened to a violent, gun fanatic.
Derek had kicked the door down, âKevin Davis, FBI! Come down with your hands up.â
There was no response.
Derek silently motioned to the stairs and Spencer nodded, he followed as they crept across the hall. Derek looked back at him for approval before he began to slowly climb the stairs, Spencer readjusted his vest again before he followed.
The stairs creaked slightly under their feet; the house was a mess and they carefully stepped over clutter as they made their ascent. Derek had made it safely to the top landing when the first gunshots were fired.
He shouted something but Spencer couldnât hear him, his voice overshadowed by the pulsing of blood in his ears. He was still stood on the top step; he didnât have the clear view that Derek had of Kevin Davis emerging from a room with an assault rifle in hand.
Spencerâs ears were stilling ringing from the first round of warning shots.
âKevin Davis, FBI â put the gun down,â Derek ordered, his own gun firmly fixed at the unsub, who only gave a twisted grin in response.
It all happened so fast.
The unsub was in the doorway to a bedroom when a young, disheveled woman burst out of it and sprinted past him and Derek to reach the staircase.
She was screaming the entire time.
And then the unsub was roaring curses after her.
She reached the top of the stairs where Spencer stood, he reached out a hand to help her, but she recoiled away from his touch and shoved him out of his way.
Derek was yelling something.
But Spencer couldnât make it out because he was suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, his body ached, and he couldnât discern the screams from the woman from the sirens in the distance. Or Derekâs words from the unsubâs.
His ears were ringing, and his abdomen hurt.
The vest was digging into his chest again and he gasped for air; why couldnât he breathe?
He grabbed his gun, which was only a few feet away from him and crawled onto his knees. Every shaky intake of breath left him with a sharp, stabbing pain in his side.
He tugged at his vest again.
Spencer gripped onto the banister of the staircase and used it as a support as he began to pull himself up. He hadnât even fully unbent his knees when there was another loud gunshot, it echoed around the hall.
After that, everything started spinning and the ground swayed under Spencerâs feet.
There were more muffled yells from upstairs, and the wailing sirens were getting louder.
âThe pitch of the sirensâŚits getting higher,â Spencer mumbled, to no one in particular, âit means theyâre getting closerâŚthe Doppler effectâŚâ Spencer gasped for a breath and collapsed to his knees.
He didnât wince as his kneecaps smashed against the hard tiles.
He couldnât breathe, the stupid vest.
He was vaguely aware of black shapes moving around him as he lifted his hands to readjust his vest, when he pulled his hand away his fingers were slick with blood.
One of the black shapes was dragging him, away from the stairs.
Kevin Davis was in handcuffs, screaming as he was hauled past Spencer.
âReid!â a voice called.
Spencer looked around, dazed. He couldnât figure out where it was coming from.
Someone was taking his vest off, he wanted to thank them, but the words wouldnât come out.
He looked down at himself, and saw his pale, blue shirt soaked in blood.
Blood.
Spencer didnât mind it in crime scenes, he had to stare at mutilated corpses all day and didnât mind their blood.
This was his blood.
Something acidic was rising in his throat.
 And something was lifting him, heaving him outside. When the cool air hit Spencer, he felt it more than he had felt the bullet when it tore through his chest.
 Derek was hovering over Spencer; he waved a hand in front of his face, but his eyes were still glassy and unfocused. He was laid against the rough concrete; it was uncomfortable, and his spine dug into the hard surface. He could feel that dull ache in his side again.
 âAdrenalineâŚâ he choked.
 âWhat are you talking about, kid?â Derek asked frantically.
 âAdrenaline, when the sympathetic nervous system is activated adrenaline kicks in and stops you from feeling pain,â he gasped.
 âReid, save your energy okay â now isnât the time for you to give me a fun science fact,â Derek said with a forced chuckle and sad smile.
 Spencer tried to shake his head, but he only succeeded in scrapping his scalp against the tarmac, âIâm telling youâŚbecause the adrenaline in my body is wearing offâŚit hurts,â he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut. Â
 âSpencer! Spencer! You need to stay awake,â Derek was begging, âthe ambulance will be here soon, I know it hurts but you gotta stay awake for a bit longer.â
 Spencer managed to muster up the strength to speak, âDerek?â
 âIâm right here, kid. We got him, we got the unsub â Hotch is taking him down to the station right now, and then heâs gonna meet us at the hospital with Emily, and JJ, and RossiâŚso you gotta hold on, okay?â
 âOkayâŚâ Spencer whispered; he was on his back staring up at the sky.
 The stars especially bright tonight.
 âCome on kid stay with me,â Derek pleaded as he held pressure on Spencerâs chest, âthe ambulance is almost here, and weâre so close to the hospital - just hold on a bit longer.â
 StarsâŚthat meant something to him, his brain was too foggy to recall what.
 âDid you know, that astronomers estimate that in our Milky Way galaxy alone, there are about 300 billion stars,â Spencer rambled as they walked along the street.
 It was dark, and stars sparkled like diamonds against the deep, velvety sky.
 âI didnât know that, but I suppose you are the genius here for a reason,â Veronica grinned, his hand was wrapped around hers as she tugged him along.
 Spencer wasnât looking at the stars anymore, he stopped in his tracks which caused Veronica to stop two steps ahead of him. He gently pulled her close to him, so she was pressed against his chest .
 âVeronica, IâŚI think that Iâm in lo-â
Veronica.
 Spencer wriggled his arm as he tried to guide his hand to his pocket.
 âHey, hey, hey donât move,â Derek said, panicked, âyou bleed more when you move!â
 Spencer fumbled around his pocket for his phone, he eventually managed to pull it out and held it out for Derek to take. The screen was decorated with droplets of blood which had transferred from his hand.
 Spencer couldnât look at it; blood, its just blood, he told himself.
 âVeronica...â he gasped through short, jagged breaths, âcall Veronica...â he said, his hand trembling from the strain of hold his arm up.
 Derek took the phone from him and shoved it in his own pocket, âokay, okay, when weâre in the ambulance Iâll call her,â he said, nodding.
 Veronica needed to know. He needed to make her understand why he had never introduced her to his team, she needed to know it wasnât her fault. She needed to know that he wasnât embarrassed of her, that he loved her more than anything, that he did want to be in this relationship.
 Spencer gave a weak smile, âtell her...tell her I...â Spencerâs eyes fluttered shut, and his face, previously screwed up with pain, went slack.
 Derek cursed under his breath as he put more pressure on the wound, he was already losing too much blood. The faint wails of sirens were growing louder until an ambulance pulled up next to Derek and a pair of paramedics dashed round to help him.
 âHe just lost consciousness, Iâve been trying to stop the bleeding...â Derek said, he moved back to allow the paramedics in to help Spencer.
 They rolled him onto a stretcher and lifted him up into the ambulance, one of them ran back round to climb in the divers side whilst the other got in the back with Derek. He kept pressure on Spencerâs gunshot wound as the paramedic inserted an IV into his arm, supplying him with more blood.Â
 âHere, let me take over. You sit back,â the paramedic said, motioning to Derekâs blood-soaked hands.
 He nodded and dragged his heavy arms away from Spencerâs body. He stared at his face, peaceful from the lack of pain, and pale from the lack of blood.Â
 Thatâs when he remembered Spencerâs words, what could be his last words, call Veronica. Tell her I...
 Derek pulled Spencerâs phone from his pocket and unlocked it, he scrolled through his contacts app till he reached the âVâ section.
His finger hovered over Veronicaâs name before he finally clicked on it. It rung and rung and rung. Derekâs heart seized in his chest - what if she didnât answer?Â
 Just as Derek thought it was going to go to voicemail, he heard a voice on the other side of the phone. There was loud music and chatter, but Derek could just make out Veronicaâs voice.
âSpencer, I told you-â
 âHi, Veronica,â his voice cracked, âitâs Derek Morgan, we met earlier today...â
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LOVE BIRDS [ d. kaminari & e. kirishima ]
âŹď¸ anime: my hero academia (mha)
âŹď¸ featuring: kaminari and kirishima
âŹď¸ warning(s): swearing (ofc) fluff
NOTE. happy valentines day my loves <3 if you donât have a valentine, then consider me yours!!! these are hcs // scenarios for how kirishima and kaminari would ask you to be their valentines.
*photos not mine*
âď¸ denki kaminari
pls...bless this man fr :(
lets be real, he short circuted at the mere thought of asking you out.
jirou was his first choice in helping romanticize you. that was a lost cause...
momo was second but her way was so out of touch for the kind of person you were.
and finally, mina. third timeâs a charm and they were right. after swearing her to secrecy, denki got mina to figure out what were some things you wanted or expected, on valentines day.
he wanted to do something private, not being sure if he could handle rejection in public, and so he settled on yellow tulips, a big ass card, a giant teddy bear, and your favorite food.
valentines day was on a saturday and that was perfect because that usually meant students would go home and see their families, if they had any. your family lived in the states so you never left campus to visit.
it was seven pm when denki approached your room. mans literally waited all mfing day bc thatâs how anxious he was to ask you.
you actually ended up running into him on your way back from raiding the kitchen. he was just getting ready to knock on your door when you appeared.
âkaminari?â your voice startling the young teen as he jumped ten feet in the air, loose flower petals falling to the floor in the process.
wait...flower petals? trailing your eyes from the petals on the floor to the bouqet in his hands, they eventually spotted the bag of goodies, ridiculously large bear, and the equally large card leaning against the wall next to your door.
you frowned deeper in more confusion. it never occurred to you that valentines day was today, you were never one to celebrate so it quickly became unimportant to you. was it my birthday? your mind racing a mile a minute to figure out what it was kaminari was trying to do before he could even tell you.
meanwhile, standing dumbstruck with his eyes wide and tight grip on the fragile flowers, kaminari watched you ponder the many reasons as to why he would be standing before you like that. this was not the plan. you werenât supposed to catch him in the act. now what was he supposed to do?!
shit! get it together dumbass! kaminari cursed at himself internally, taking a deep breath to regain his wits.
thrusting the flowers out roughly, kaminariâs arms shoom with adrenaline. âw-will y-you be-be happy valen-valentines day?â he stuttered pitifully.
poor man had combined âhappy valentines dayâ and âwill you be my valentinesâ in one sentence that he didnât even realize it. but you did, because you were absolutely fried trying to figure out what it was he was saying. âhuh?â you asked dumbly.
not realizing his mistake, kaminari instantly deflated. you thought he was stupid for bothering you, acting like a child. âu-uh sorry to bother you. i-iâll just leave.â he muttered, embarrassment replacing the adrenaline he previously felt.
snapping out of your own head, you dropped your snacks to grab kaminari by the shoulder in an urgent manner, halting his movements.
âwait! sorry, thatâs not what i meant. your words got mixed up so i couldnât understand what you were saying.â your voice was gentle and soothing, coaxing kaminari into telling you what he actually wanted to say.
face flushed pink, the electric boy turned around sheepishly and resisted the urge to hide his face behind the bouquet of flowers with half its petals on it from all his shaking.
âwill you be my valentines?â he asked again, this time more firm and comprehensive.
you were surprised, nonetheless, but extremely happy. you had been secretly pinning over kaminari for the past three months, you never thought it would ever get to this point.
with a smile brighter than the suns, you nodded. âi thought youâd never ask denki.â
a moment that should have been sweet, was slightly ruined when kaminari short circuited from your response. âkaminari!â
âď¸ eijirou kirishima
kiri was your boyfriend of five months when valentines day rolled around.
as hopeless romantics go, he was the biggest one.
you werenât really surprised when you discovered that kirishima was the type to shamelessly flirt with you as if you guys werenât dating, while you were dating.
he said it kept the love alive.
which, was true, but you doubted heâd ever let your love die. not on his watch.
soooo you canât say you werenât expecting anything on valentines day, but you can say you werenât expecting what actually happened.
âmore ice todoroki!!â kirishimaâs voice was loudly heard outside the dorm.
you were walking past the common area to head into the kitchen when you heard him. now what in the sam hill billy sticks is this man doin? you thought to yourself as you made a bowl of cereal. it was a friday and it wss the end of the school day for yâall. it was also valentines day, which you knew because kirishima made it point to let you know that every thirty seconds.
his gift to you started that morning when he gave you five lilacs to signify your five months together. lilacs also meant the first emotions of love which was his way of proclaiming his love for you. *sigh* we love a romantic đ.
then, during lunch, he had one of your favorite japanese dishes ready for you with your favorite drink. and to top it off, he gave you five roses. following into the last period, kirishima performed a haiykuu to you, accompanied with your favorite snacks + a few beauty products you like and, you guessed it, more flowers; sunflowers this time.
at this point, you were a hundred percent sure this man was to be your husband because there was no way it got any better than this. now, it was close to six in the evening and you hadnât seen him since the end of school. he said it was to prepare your final surprise and you honestly had no idea what to expect.
your gift for kaminari was simple. a photo album of all your memories with little notes attached to them full of thoughts you had during the moment and then, at the end, a photo you took of him smiling with the note âthis was the moment i fell in love with youâ and xkkydddrukjhgsdgssqr đđđ. plus a custom made RedRiotâ˘ď¸ shirt with matching sleep shorts you were going to wear during cuddles. his first ever merch. pls, you guys are simps for each other.
âdo you think i fucked up the nose?â
âof course you did.â
oka...what the fuck is going on. carrying your bowl of cereal with you, you stepped outside and quiet possibly had a heart attack. why was there a seven feet tall ice sculpture in the middle of the lawn?! whatâs more is, why did it look like you?!!
the ceramic bowl clattered to the ground and shattered, gathering the attention of the five men outside as you stared up at yourself in awe. you didnât have any arms in the sculpture, but fuck did that thing look damn near like you.
âoh shit, princess what are you doing out here? wait! donât move because i donât want you to cut yourself.â kirishima panicked, carefully making his way towards you.
âeiji...is this for me?â you asked, your voice cracking as you spoke softly. unaware of your own tears, you look at kirishima expectantly, waiting for a response.
meanwhile, the hero-in-training was stunned. frozen in place at the sound of your voice and tears streaming down your face. did he fuck up? was it too soon? there was only one way to find out.
ây-yeah. well itâs supposed to be. i know itâs not perfect like some artist butââ
in a rush, you stopped kirishima in his tracks and flung your arms around him to pull him into a bone crushing hug. âno! i love it! its perfect! youâre perfect!! thank you baby.â
with a relieved breath, kirishima hugged you back just as tight and nestled his face in your neck, kissing the skin available to him. âuh, hate to break the moment, but l/n your foot is bleeding pretty bad.â midoriya hesitantly interrupted.
abruptly, kirishima pushed you off him to assess your foot. âah!!! y/n!! i told you to be careful!â
âsorry kiri!!â
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Long Story Short
-Pairing: guitarist!Jin x reader (named)
-Premise: You've been hurt in past relationships, but there's a goofy guitarist that seems to be passing every test you throw at him. Now what?
-Genre: rock band!AU, fluff with a sprinkle of angst (as always)
-Warnings: cursing, douchebag Namjoon, shirtless Seokjin (which always deserves a warning for heart health)
-Word Count: 4.8k
-Author's Note: This is conclusion to the evermore trilogy/Gold Rush universe. Based off of 'long story short' by Taylor Swift, but once again, you don't need to know the song to enjoy!
*Bzzt bzzt*
You hear the buzzing of your phone from across the room where youâre curled up in a blanket watching tv. Who the heck is calling you on a Saturday morning at 10am? You fling the blanket off yourself and pad over to your bag, fumbling through its contents until you find your phone, angrily screaming your ringtone even louder as you remove it from its hiding place.
Incoming Call: Jin
Uhh...okay. Youâd gone out on a date with him a few days ago, and last night you and your best friend had hung out with him and his band. That didnât explain him calling and interrupting your me time on Saturday morning.
â...hello?â
âMargot?â Jin sounds far away from the receiver for some reason.
â...live and in person. Well, not in person. You know what I mean. Whatâs up?â you reply, not knowing where this is all going.
âCanât I call a pretty girl on a Saturday morning because I miss her?â Jin retorts, still sounding far away from the phone. Good thing heâs not here to see the flush creeping onto your cheeks.
âYou can, but you literally just saw me last night. Like 12 hours ago, less even. Why do you sound like youâre calling from outer space?â
âYouâre on speaker...I guess I should have started the conversation with that bit of information. Iâm making the boys brunch because Iâm apparently the only one who can cook around here,â you can almost see how hard Jin is rolling his eyes at this statement.
âHi Jungkook! Hi Yoongi!â you raise your voice to make sure youâre heard in their apartment.
â...hey.â you hear Yoongi close by, followed by Jungkook yelling across the room. âHey M!! Jin wonât shut up about you, I think he might be in loooooove,â he singsongs.
âAnd thatâs enough of that,â Jin swiftly turns off speakerphone and you can hear him much more clearly all of a sudden.
âIs it true? Are you in loooooove with me?â you mimic Jungkookâs voice.
âHave I ever told you how pretty your singing voice is?â Jin deflects smoothly. Youâre so taken aback by the response, you donât know what to say next.
âAs I see I have made you speechless-I tend to have that effect on women-and men, actually...the world is just stunned by my beauty, honestly. No one is immune,â he derails quickly from wherever he was originally going with his sentence, and you giggle.
âJinnie-you called me at 10am on a Saturday morning, because whyâŚ?â you steer the conversation back to where it needs to go.
âAh yes...I called because I wanted to see if you wanted to cash in on that second date I promised you earlier this week tonight?â he questions.
âI think I would like that,â you smile, remembering your first date three days ago. He had taken you to dinner at a hole in the wall diner where he seemed to know all the elderly waitresses by name, and after the two of you had gone to a drive-in movie.
âGreat. Iâll swing by your apartment to pick you up at 7, if thatâs okay?â he sounds a little unsure of himself, unusual for him.
âSounds perfect. Is there anything specific I should wear?â
âJust something casual, nothing fancy. Iâll see you then, pretty girl.â
âSee you...oh, and Jinnie?â He hums in response.
âI missed you too,â you smile.
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You flop back down on the couch after hanging up with a smile on your face. Jinâs very sweet, and not quite what you expected. Heâs the lead guitarist for the band Gold Rush, who youâve been a fan of for about half a year. Youâd happened to catch them as the opening act for another band youâd gone to see, and immediately had fallen in love with their music. It didnât hurt that all the band members were cute either...youâd only seen them that one time as an opener, until youâd seen a flier for a show of theirs at The Dynasty, a small local bar. Youâd immediately decided to drag your best friend to see them, making it a game with yourself to try and get Jinâs attention, and to your surprise, it had worked. He and the drummer, Jungkook, had asked the two of you to hang out after the show. After grabbing food, Jin had asked for your number and taken you out on a date the next day, eagerly promising you a second the following weekend.
If you were being honest with yourself, Jin fell into the trap of being your âtypeâ. He was in a band, could sing and play guitar, and had healthy (bordering on sometimes too much) self-esteem. He reminded you of your ex, Namjoon. Also in a band, also a lead guitarist, also could be full of himself. All Jin was missing was an undercut and a few scattered tattoos. You supposed Jungkook had enough for the two of them combined.
You sigh deeply as you wrap yourself back into your blanket. Namjoon had destroyed you when it came to relationships in some ways, even though he had started off as a rebound from another toxic relationship. He had fallen into all the stereotypical âguy in a bandâ tropes: his needs were more important than yours, he had cheated on you multiple times with groupies, and he gaslit you when you tried to talk through what was going on. You had put up with his shit for far too long, until your best friend had opened your eyes to how different youâd become. Quiet, less likely to speak your mind, and even less willing to be social. Once youâd left him, youâd felt a giant weight lifted off your shoulders, but it had made you extremely wary of relationships.
Jin was cute, and you didnât see the harm in a couple of dates. He was funny and talented, and he hadnât pissed you off yet, which was a win in your book. Thereâs no way he was actually interested in a real relationship...he was clearly a flirt, as youâd witnessed the night you met when he gave you his guitar pick, and he was too busy. He was in a band that was trying to break into the larger music scene in your city. Youâd both have your fun, and move on with your lives.
Right?
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You busy yourself the rest of the day by completing household chores. By the time youâre getting ready for your date, youâve managed to vacuum, do several loads of laundry, wash the dishes in your sink, and rearrange your bookshelf in your bedroom. You hop in the shower at 5:30, and contemplate your outfit choice while washing your hair. A sundress should work...itâs been warm outside lately, but itâs still cute while being casual. Youâll wear sneakers with it just in case you end up walking somewhere.
You throw on said sundress and sneakers after toweling off, and decide youâll go for fun accessories-specifically a pair of dinosaur earrings and a crossbody bag in a bright shade of pink, swiping on a lipstick to match. You smile in approval at yourself in the mirror just as you hear a soft knock at the door.
You step into your living room, opening the door to see Jin looking rather nervous. âHey handsome,â you grin. Heâs wearing a pair of dark wash ripped jeans with a lavender hoodie thatâs a little too big on him. Cute.
âHey you...you look nice,â he returns your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âYou ready to go?â
âYep! Where are we going?â you ask as you grab your keys and shut the door, making sure itâs locked behind you.
âWell, I figured we could start with a walk through the park. Itâs still light out for a little while, but we might be able to catch the sunset...thereâs also a great ice cream stand off one of the trails, so if you want to, we can grab some. After, I figured we could come back to your place and watch a movie, your pick, obviously. Does that sound okay?â he glances over at you as you both take the stairs down to the ground floor of your apartment building, opening the door for you as you reach the outside.
âHmmâŚâ you pretend to think as you turn to walk the two blocks to the park. Jinâs eyebrows raise, as he quickly jumps to conclusions-that the park was the worst idea youâd ever heard.
âI think itâs perfect. Iâll race you to the park, loser buys the other ice cream!!â You laugh and sprint off in the direction of the park, silently thanking yourself for wearing sneakers.
âYou little...oh, come on!â Jin starts running as well, his long legs giving him an advantage as his wide strides let him catch up to you quicker than you thought. Youâre neck and neck for most of the second block, sweat starting to form on both your brows.
âYouâre...not...beating...me!â You huff, nimbly dodging around a pedestrian walking their dog.
âOh...really?â Jin breathes out harshly, leaping over someoneâs spilled smoothie in the middle of the sidewalk. You can both see the entrance to the park, it should only take a minute more to get there...suddenly, Jin puts on a burst of speed, sprinting his way to the entrance before you can even say anything in protest.
You arrive a few seconds later, huffing and puffing as you place your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath.
âI believe you were saying something about me not beating you? What was that?â Jin is beaming, his eyes glinting mischievously as he looks down at you.
You still canât manage to catch your breath enough for a response, so you settle instead for glaring daggers up at him.
âCâmon, loser. I promised you a leisurely walk, so letâs go...even though you already took us both for a run no one asked for,â Jin chuckles, grabbing your hand as you stand up and interlocking your fingers.
Your face warms, and not just from the sprinting. Youâre surprised that Jin isnât annoyed with you for pulling the stunt you just did...it wasnât like you planned it exactly, but it worked well as a sort of test to see exactly how much nonsense Jin would put up with. So far, more than you thought he would. You smile to yourself.
âWhatâre you grinning about now? If itâs another race, I give up, you win!â Jin exclaims loudly, drawing stares from several passersby on the trail youâve chosen.
âShhhâŚâ you shush him, trying to place a finger in front of his lips. He playfully bites at it before kissing it quickly. Your eyes widen. âPeople are staring,â you half-whisper, slightly embarrassed.
â...and? Let them stare. Iâm on a date with a pretty girl, and I donât care if the world knows! Isnât Margot wonderful?!â he raises his voice for the last bit, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. The warmth from earlier returns, creeping even further up your face. You must be entirely red by now by the levels of heat you feel like youâre radiating. Jin takes advantage of your flustered state by taking your other hand and pulling you close. He wraps both arms tightly around you and buries his face in your hair, kissing you lightly on the top of the head. You pull away, eyes widened in wonderment at his actions. Who is this guy? You canât quite figure him out.
âWhat? Youâre pretty, Iâm lucky youâre on a date with me, and Iâm an affectionate guy. Sometimes. Well, maybe only with you. But only if youâre okay with itâŚâ Jin rambles. His ears look close to emitting steam with how red theyâre turning...youâre glad youâre not the only one being thrown off your game with how this date is going. Itâs endearing how he switches so easily between being confident and shy depending on your reactions to him.
âCâmon, Jinnie...I think I owe you some ice cream, right?â you smile as you reach for his hand, leading him further along the trail you were walking along.
You walk along quietly for a bit, the silence only broken when Jin coos over dogs as you pass them. It warms your heart to see just how kind and soft he truly is...not what you expected from your previous experiences with a certain lead guitarist.
As you round a bend in the trail, Jin picks up the pace significantly, forcing you to speed walk to catch up. âHey, whereâs the fire?â you question, legs starting to burn as you attempt to keep pace.
âHuh? Oh sorry, the ice cream stand is just up here, I got excited.â He gestures ahead of the two of you with your intertwined hands. Sure enough, thereâs a small ice cream stand a few paces away.
As you walk up, you see that the stand is manned by a kindly looking old woman who looks like she could be your grandmother. âOh, you two are such a cute couple! How long have you been dating?â she asks.
âOh, um...this is only our second date,â you answer, feeling slightly awkward.
âCouldâve fooled me! He looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. What can I get you?â Jin coughs suddenly at the old womanâs observation, his ears reddening for the second time that night.
You look over to the menu propped up on the counter of the stand.
Vanilla
Chocolate
Strawberry
Mint Chocolate Chip
Cookies and Cream
âWhat do you say, Jinnie? Strawberry? Mint Chocolate Chip?â
âIf I wanted to have mint flavored anything, I would have just brought my toothpaste with me...mint chocolate chip? How can you think so lowly of me?â he pouts at you, supremely offended that you even suggested such a thing.
âOkayyyyy...didnât realize you were so picky about ice cream flavors. What do you want, then?â you roll your eyes at him, but not without grinning.
âIâll take a vanilla cone, thankyouverymuch,â he replies grinning back at you.
âOne vanilla cone, and one cookies and cream cone.â You hand the woman cash and she begins to fill your order. Soon after she is handing you both ice cream encased in freshly made waffle cones. You both thank her and continue your walk along the trail. You bite into the top of your ice cream, relishing the coolness in the warm evening that surrounds you.
â...you bite ice cream?â Jin is staring at you open-mouthed in horror.
âYes? If I just licked it, it would all melt before I could eat it. Donât judge me!â you glare over at Jin.
âOh too late for that, sweetheart. First you asked if I wanted mint chocolate chip ice cream, and now I find out you bite your ice cream? What are you, a serial killer?â he raises an eyebrow at you questioningly.
âWouldnât you love to know?â you turn menacingly towards him, brandishing your cone like a weapon. âThey call me...The Ice Cold Killer. Beware!â
âOoo, Iâm scared. Someone help me,â Jin chuckles, his empty hand raised in surrender as he takes a lick of his ice cream.
âYou should be scared, handsome,â you continue walking towards him, raising your cone ever so slightly with each step.
â...what are you doing? Oh no, you donât!â Just as you go to smush your cone into his face, he grabs both of your wrists. âI think not,â he grins, lowering your hands to the level of your waist.
âBoo, youâre no fun,â you pout, looking up at Jin. When heâs this close, it seems like heâs towering over you...and as you make eye contact, you notice his attention keeps flickering between your eyes and your lips.
âOh, I can be lots of fun,â he whispers lowly as he leans in closer to you, so close you can feel his breath on your lips. Just as his lips start to ghost over your own, someone clears their throat behind you. You both spring apart, whipping around to see whoâs interrupted you.
Tall, dressed in all black, tattoos scattered across both arms. A sneer on his face as he takes he two of you in with his gaze.
Namjoon.
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âWell, well, well...howâs it going, Margot? Howâd you end up in the middle of the park with this loser?â Namjoon asks. You have no clue why heâs here, and it feels like youâre suddenly trapped in a nightmare. Jin looks confused, glancing between the two of you, trying to figure out how youâre connected.
âDonât think too hard, lover boy. I can see the steam coming out from your ears with how hard youâre thinking about this-Margot and I used to date.â Namjoon provides, still with that same smirk on his face. Jinâs eyes widen in understanding, but then narrow again as he processes the way heâs being talked to.
âItâs Seokjin, actually. What are you doing here, Kim? Didnât Gold Rush beat your stupid band in our last exhibition?â Jin spits out harshly.
Namjoon doesnât deign to give him a response, instead turning back to you. âMargot, really...this is who you went to after me? You know he has no talent, right? Yoongi writes all their songs, and Jungkook is the visual draw for their band. I expected better of youâŚâ he chuckles. âBut maybe not...you never did know what was best for you. You let me walk all over you, didnât you?â he smirks.
Jin moves to reply, but youâre faster. âYes, I did let you walk all over me and treat me like shit for entirely too long, Namjoon. Thank goodness I had people in my life that cared enough about me to open my eyes to how much of a giant ASSHOLE you were...and Jin? Jin has more talent in his pinky than youâll have your whole career-I would know because I spent entirely too long going to your boring shows. Jin has treated me better in two dates than you ever have! And howâs this for knowing whatâs best for me?â
You stride forward, ice cream cone in hand, until youâre directly in front of Namjoon. Eyes wild, you lift your cone and smash it into his chest. Cookie bits and ice cream smear into his shirt as your waffle cone shatters into pieces on the ground.
âYou bitch!â Namjoon roars, rearing back, looking for all the world like heâs about to slap you. Before he can get very far, a large hand wraps tightly around his wrist.
âLeave. Now.â Jin is glaring darkly at Namjoon from behind you. As Namjoon starts to speak, Jin tightens his grip. âI said...leave.â
Namjoon jerks his hand out of Jinâs grip and rubs his wrist where the other manâs hand was. âFine. You two deserve each other,â he glares as he marches away.
Once Namjoon is out of sight, Jin immediately turns to you. âMargot, are you okay?â he rests his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes.
Youâre frozen in place, still shocked at everything that just happened.
â...I just smashed an ice cream cone on Kim NamjoonâŚâ you utter softly.
âYes, you did. And it was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen, if Iâm being honest.â Jin rubs the back of his neck sheepishly with one hand, chuckling.
His comment brings you back into the moment. âEverything that just happened, and thatâs all you can think of?â you ask him in disbelief.
âNot all!â Jin retorts. âI have a lot of thoughts right now: 1. How did the two of you ever date? 2. Why am I not surprised that heâs a giant asshole? He always is the worst any time we play shows at the same venue. 3. Yeah, my third thought is that you standing your ground and giving him what he deserves is hot, so sue me.â
You laugh. âThree thoughts isnât a lot of thoughts, but yes, we did date a while, biggest mistake of my life. I fell for the tortured, tattooed lead guitarist thing.â
âShould I get tattoos then? I mean, I thought I was handsome enough as is, but if this,â he gestures at himself, âisnât enough, then Iâm happy to oblige. Your name in a heart with an arrow through it? A skull with a snake around it? You say the word, beautiful, Iâll do it.â he smirks playfully at you.
âBe careful what you wish for, or youâll end up with a tattoo on your ass,â you giggle as you elbow him.
His eyes widen in momentary fear. âIâm kidding, silly. Letâs go back to my place and watch a movie.â
The two of you walk hand in hand through the rest of the park, Jin passing you his ice cream cone to share since yours ended up destroyed.
âI guess you really are The Ice Cold Killer...of ice cream cones, that is,â he remarks as you walk through the exit and head back to your apartment.
âI told you you should be scared.â
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You both sink down into your couch once you arrive at your apartment, Jin placing a blanket over the two of you.
âSo, whatâs the feature presentation this evening?â he queries, putting an arm around your shoulders.
âMoulin Rouge!â you happily reply to his chagrin.
â...isnât that a musical?â he asks, to which you nod in the affirmative.
âIs that a problem?â You knew that musicals were another one of your tests for the guys you dated. You did honestly enjoy them, but you needed to know if the men you dated would put up with them.
âNope. I mean, I donât think I would pick one, but I said itâs your choice. Plus, youâre the one who destroyed a douchebag tonight, so your pick is definitely earned.â He settles back into the couch as the movie starts to play, and you place your head on his shoulder. It fits perfectly into the crook of his neck, and the smell of his laundry detergent mixed with the park you just walked through is extremely comforting. So comforting in fact, you can feel your eyelids getting heavy about a third of the way through the movie.
The lack of background noise is what slowly wakes you up...the movie must be over. When did you fall asleep? You lift your head off of Jinâs shoulder, only to see he has remnants of tears on his face.
âJinnie? Whatâs wrong?â
âOh, youâre awake,â he says, quickly swiping at his face to remove any lingering evidence of his tears. âI...I cried at the end of the movie, thatâs all. Satine died! Musicals are supposed to be happy-Iâm appalled!â
Your heart feels like itâs blooming with all the warmth thatâs spreading through your chest as you look at the man beside you. As you begin to say something in response, your eyes catch the digital clock blinking from your microwave across the room. 12:30AM.
âOh, itâs late...do you want to stay over so you donât have to go across town at this time? The busses stop running soon anyway.â Jinâs eyes grow wide at your question.
âN-Not like that! I meant to sleep, just sleep. Only if you want to!â You bury your face in your hands in embarrassment.
Jin reaches out and removes your hands from your face, tilting your chin up with his finger so you make eye contact with him.
âIâd love to,â he smiles softly at you, his hand remaining on your chin, pulling you slowly closer to him as he moves closer to you as well. Your faces are inches apart again, his breath ghosting over your lips.
âIs this okay?â he breathes.
You grab the sides of his face in response, crushing your lips to his. He is impossibly soft, and warm. His hands wrap around your back again, tenderly bringing you as close as he can to himself. Heâs holding you as if you are tethering him to Earth, like you are what hung the stars in the sky. You sigh into the kiss, and he takes that as a cue to deepen the kiss further. Heâs more insistent, holding you tighter. Before it can get too heated, you break apart for air.
âSorry I got a little carried away,â he chuckles, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You laugh as you clearly get a look at his face.
âWhat?â he pouts at you.
âCome here.â You stand up, pulling him with you to the bathroom attached to your bedroom. You flip the light on, positioning him in front of the mirror. As both of your eyes adjust to the extra light, his widen impossibly-heâs got pink lipstick messily smeared around his mouth from kissing you.
âSo much for world wide handsome, huh?â you laugh.
He turns towards you. âIâll have you know, I am handsome no matter what I look like!â he huffs indignantly. Nevertheless, he turns the faucet on and starts to wipe away the makeup.
You leave him to get ready for bed in the bathroom while you trudge to your closet to find something to change into, settling for an oversized tee with shorts. As you close the door behind you, Jin leaves the bathroom in only his boxers. Your eyes become wide as saucers as you notice his lack of clothing in addition to how in shape he is.
âOh, um...sorry, I usually just sleep in these. I can put my shirt back on if I need to?â he questions shyly.
âNo, youâre fine, I just donât normally have half naked men walking around my apartment,â you laugh quietly.
Jin climbs into your bed and starts to scroll through his phone as you head into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed yourself. You climb in beside him ten minutes later, turning your lamp off and staring up at the ceiling...youâre not sure exactly how this is supposed to go. Youâre not in a relationship, but youâre in the same bed, and he had seen you completely lose your cool on your ex. What was even appropriate in this situation?
After what feels like an indeterminate amount of silence, Jin speaks into the dark.
âSo...what exactly happened with you and Namjoon?â he sounds nervous, his voice much quieter than normal.
You sigh. âWe met after one of his shows. He was charming at first, but then he started making everything about him and his band. Then he cheated on me. Three times. Gaslit me when I tried to talk to him about it. Long story short, it was a bad time,â you grimace, even though you know Jin canât see you.
â...come here.â
Youâre surprised that this is his response, but you comply by scooting next to him. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes tightly.
âYou know I would never do any of those things, right?â He looks down at you with such warmth in his eyes, you canât help but fold even further into him, your head on his bare chest.
â...I know,â you whisper, body still tense from talking about your ex. Jin traces shapes onto your back, helping you slow your breathing and relax.
Just as youâre about to fall asleep, Jinâs voice vibrates through his chest beneath you.
âI canât believe my girlfriend is The Ice Cold KillerâŚâ His own statement amuses him so much, his squeaky windshield wiper laugh makes an appearance.
âHey! Who said anything about me being your girlfriend?â You prop yourself up enough to look him in the eyes.
âOh please, if you thought after tonight I wouldnât try to take you off the market, you are sorely mistaken...youâre perfect, pretty lady.â He smiles at you, faltering once he sees you raise your eyebrows at him.
â...only if you want to be my girlfriend, of course,â he adds softly.
You narrow your eyes at him. âIâm not perfect,â you state simply, lowering yourself back down onto his chest. Namjoon had made sure you knew that much.
âYouâre perfect to me.â Jin leans down to place a tender kiss on top of your head.
You look back up at him. âYou know youâre going to have to be one of my henchmen now, right? The Ice Cold Killer canât do everything on her own.â
âOh, I know. I plan on starting henchman duties in the morning when I make us pancakes, love.â Jin smiles softly down at you as you attempt to snuggle even closer.
Itâs only the second date...but Jin feels like home. Maybe youâll survive this relationship after all.
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Hello there! I forgot if I asked this before (my apologies if I did, I don't mean to rush you, take all the time you need), but I was wondering if you were able to possibly continue of have a part two for that one request where Star stumbled upon Sam and Danny playing bowling. I really enjoyed it, and would love to see more. Thanks!
I take prompts within reason but literally never expect me to write it within any reasonable amount of time because ho boy
The first part mentioned in the post
But why Sam? Out of all girls in town? Well, ghosts were spooky, makes sense that theyâd attach themselves to goths like moths to a light. Did that mean the ghost boy hung out with a lot of local goths? No...surely at least one of them would have spilled the beans.Â
Star stared off into nothing as she thought, only-half listening to her boyfriendâs commentary on the game. While she wasnât looking at anything in particular, the popular teen couldnât help but let her gaze fall into the loser trioâs direction. They were a few lanes down from them, bowling. Why they were in public being losers was beyond her. Especially knowing that Samâs basement had a bowling alley.
Danny bowled, and he did an excited jump, saying something to the other losers. He had gotten a strike. This was his third one. Valerie had told her he was good at bowling, but she didnât really ever think much about it. Her cousin was sulking, as normal for her weird, goth self. Sam glanced in her direction, and they met eyes. Star looked away to stare at her own game. Paulina was up, and as normal, she wasnât a very good bowler. She got a gutter and was complaining to Dash about it.
Star lightly sipped a milkshake to avoid needing to reply, until Kwan finally snapped her out of her thoughts.
âHey, Starlight? You okay?â he questioned. She glanced at him, and she shrugged.
âJust lost in thought,â she replied honestly.Â
âDo you wanna talk about it?â Kwan was always such a sweetie, and Star couldnât help but smile.
âItâs just some weird family stuff I canât quite figure out,â she confessed. It was Kwanâs turn to steal a glance at the loser trio.
âSomething happen with Sam?â he asked quietly. Kwan was the only one who knew the cousin connection, and he only knew because her parents had accidentally told him. If anybody besides Kwan, who for some reason really liked Sam, knew that she was cousins with that goth freak, her social life would be over.Â
â...Sorta.â Star went back to watching them. The three had seemingly completely stopped their game, instead exchanging looks to each other.
And suddenly, they completely abandoned their game.
She didnât even hide her confusion as she watched them simply...leave. As a group, with their game not even half over and leaving behind nothing, still in their bowling shoes, collectively going towards the back door. Where were they going? They had to be coming back, Sam would have never dared to leave her favorite pair of boots behind.Â
Kwan noticed too.
âWhatâs up with them?â he asked.Â
âI have no idea,â she mused. She stood up. âIâm going to go see. Just bowl for me if you want, or Dash can.â
âGotcha!â Kwan nodded. âLet me know if you need help.â
âI can handle a goth,â Star lightly joked, smiling as she began to make her way towards them.
Sam was the last in line to exit out the back door, but she had seen Star coming for her, and she paused. She turned to her friends, saying something Star couldnât make out before shutting the door on them. Sam turned to stare at Star as she approached, frowning.
âWhat the fuck is with you?â Sam demanded to know the second Star was close enough. âYouâve been super weird since Saturday. You actually texted me. You never text me.â
âWell yeah,â Star scoffed, crossing her arms. âI saw you and Phantom bowling together, and now youâre here? Bowling again?â
âWill you stop that?â Sam grumbled. Her hands went to her hips. âI was home alone all Saturday until you and Aunt Rene showed up. Nothing happened. Stop spreading false rumors just because you need a popularity boost in your prep crowd.â
âI donât need anything from you,â Star replied. âBesides the truth I mean. Somethingâs going on. I wanna know what it is.âÂ
âNothingâs going on,â Sam argued. âWhy are you so hung up on this?â
âBecause I know I saw something! I heard something!â Star insisted. She jumped, and Sam flinched as a loud crashing noise came from above.Â
Star jerked her head to the ceiling, but saw nothing. She glanced at Sam, seeing her cousin stare worriedly above. It was obviously ghosts, any Amity Park resident could tell you that much.Â
...Is that why Sam and her friends were eager to go? To see the ghosts? How did they know that there was a ghost fight going on before anybody else? That had to mean that her weird loser friends knew Phantom too. But Fentonâs parents hunted ghosts, didnât they? They were the weirdos in town that wore jumpsuits everywhere. Maybe they had a tracker device?Â
âWe should leave,â Star spoke up. âGhosts are dangerous.â She could have sworn that she saw Sam roll her eyes.
âIâm sure itâs fine,â Sam just seemed to brush off the danger. There were hard thuds on the ceiling, making the room shake, and Star flinched.Â
âThat doesnât sound fine,â Star frowned.Â
Sam opened her mouth to reply, only for the ceiling to completely collapse as a ghost rammed inside. Star flew back a few feet from the impact, doing a roll as she was only stopped by the railing that separated the main floor from the bowling lanes. All the lights had gone out, and she could hear people scrambling for the exit.Â
She looked up to see a full black ghost with its hands around Phantomâs neck, pressing him into the ground. Phantom kicked the ghost off, blasting him with some kind of green energy she had seen him use several times before the ghost screeched in pain, letting go of him and slithering off into the darkness of the bowling alley.Â
âAre you okay?â Phantomâs voice asked, and Star immediately panicked. Sam.
She rushed over to see Phantom phasing Sam out from under some rubble, moving her away a few feet behind the bowling shoes counter. Star fell to her knees next to them. Sam looked dirty and had a few immediate scraps and bruises that began to form. Her foot was the worst. She couldnât tell so much in the dark, but Star knew something was off.Â
âI got her,â Star assured the ghost. He looked at her, almost...quizzingly. âSheâs my cousin, Iâll ride with her to the hospital and call Aunt Pam.âÂ
Phantom blinked in absolute awe, glancing between her and the goth with disbelief. Well, it probably was kind of hard to believe. They were nothing alike. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. Why was he so hung up on that?Â
âWait, what?âÂ
Sam scowled, grabbing Phantom by the collar and yanking him to her.
âDanny, go stop the damn ghost already!â she snapped at him. Danny? Oh, right. Danny Phantom. So weird that Fenton and Phantom shared a name. Well, Danny wasnât that uncommon. They had several Dannys in their grade.Â
Phantom broke out of his stupor, and he nodded. He took her hand off him, and he lightly squeezed it. Like they knew each other. It was subtle, but Star saw the touch and that brief look of intimate concern for her.Â
âGet out,â he spoke to Star, and he soon jumped over the counter, and back into the action.
Star watched his leap, before she returned to Sam. With Phantom gone, Sam seemed to finally break a little. She had tears in her eyes now, and she gave a hard sniffle as she tried to not openly cry. Family rivalry was brushed aside, and Star leaned in to hug her. Surprisingly, one of Samâs arms wrapped around her in a light hug back.
âCome on,â Star said quietly. She let go, and she got to her knees, staying squatted next to her cousin. Sam stared at her, lip quivering.
âIâm not going to be able to walk,â she complained quietly.Â
Another glance at the injury, and well, yeah. No way Sam was walking on that kind of a twisted ankle.Â
âItâs okay,â Star soothed. âIâll help.â
Star glanced around, seeing the ghost fight finally be taken out of the bowling alley and back outside. The emergency exit they were by before was completely blocked, and several lanes had been torn up. But at least it was ghost-free from the immediate looks of it.Â
She sighed with relief, standing up before holding her hands out to Sam. She pulled Sam to her foot, quickly shifting as they put their arms around each otherâs shoulder. Sam leaned into her, and Star wrapped her arm around her waist, and they began to slowly make their way out, staying hugged along the wall.Â
âStar! Sam!â The girls snapped their head towards Kwan, who had rushed up to them. He looked a bit disheveled, mostly dirty more than anything else, and he was glancing at them, concerned. âAre you guys hurt?âÂ
âSam hurt her ankle pretty bad,â Star explained. Kwan glanced down, and he paled a bit.Â
âIt looks bad,â he replied bluntly. Star glanced down, seeing the injury truly in better light. Kwan was right. It did look bad. She didnât realize until now that Sam was actually bleeding from her ankle too, and that the blood was on her cousinâs tights as well as some on Starâs pants. âHere, let me.â
Kwan shifted to pick Sam up bridal style, and Star immediately rushed for the door to open it for him. Kwan carried her with ease outside, where police cars were already pulling up. Star waved an officer down as he was exiting his car.
âWe need an ambulance!â she called out. The officer just nodded, speaking into his radio as he came over.
âWhatâs the damage?â the officer asked.Â
âMy ankle,â Sam replied, lightly lifting up the injured foot in question. Now in the full bright light of the day, Star was absolutely sure that it was broken. The boot hid her foot, but it was at an odd angle that feet just didnât bend at.Â
âCome over here,â the officer instructed. He motioned for them to follow him as he took a few steps back towards a bench. âSet her down here.âÂ
Kwan did just that, with the officerâs help, putting Sam sitting down on the bench. Sam gave a small groan of pain as her foot brushed against the ground as she was transferred.
âDid you call your parents yet?â the officer asked. Sam shook her head no.
âIâll call them,â Star promised. The officer nodded.
âStar, please call Grandma Ida,â Sam pleaded. Star glanced at her. âMomâll flip out.â
âIâll see if I can reach Grandma first,â Star promised. She pulled her phone out, scrolling for her contact, and she rang up their grandma.
She answered, and Star quickly filled her in on the details, even though her mind was still thinking back to Sam and Phantom. Things were still way too weird. They way they looked at each other, Phantomâs reaction to the family connection. They knew each other. Star just knew it.
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Starker High School AU Pt. 6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
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tw: general howard stark warning
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There is a buzzing by his ear.
At first, Tony doesnât really notice it, waking up in short increments before being pulled back under. But he keeps waking, unsure what keeps tugging him out of his dreams, hand flapping around his face as he tries to stop the incessant ringing.
âBlergh,â he mumbles into his pillow.
Batting his hand around to quell the source of annoyance, he comes to grip his phone, squinting as it lights up inches away from his face and vibrates against his palm. For a second he thinks itâs his alarm, but then he remembers that he didnât set one. Itâs a succession of text notifications cascading down his screen that alerts him out of the slope of slumber with a start.
The only time his phone goes off like this is an emergency. The first thing he registers is that itâs only eight-minutes after seven. He blinks, sight clearing from the sleep wedged in his eye as he reads the flurry of still-incoming texts.
> so thanks for last night > yknow > for the ride > i mean > you know what i mean > anyway > so that folder i gave you had my BIO notes, not econ > im such a doofus > i need them back > donât bother looking at them lol > can we meet up?
Tony groans, eyelids heavy as anvils. Jesus christ. He didnât get home until four after dropping this guy off and heâs already up and bothering him? What gives?
Exhausted and annoyed, he tucks his phone under his pillow and sets it on do-not-disturb for extra measure. There ainât no way heâs getting up at seven on a Saturday for fucking class notes. Prick.
In his opinion, heâs filled his quote of good deeds for the month and he doesnât need to be up for another few hours. Whatever it is, he thinks, snuggling into his pillow, heâs sure it can wait.
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The next time he wakes itâs just after nine. Thereâs a gap in his curtains allowing a sharp shard of sunlight into the room where it directly pierces into his eyelids.Â
He groans tiredly into the drool patch on his pillow, willing sleep to come back to him, turning on his other side, gripping the edges of the quilt and tightening it around himself until he is firmly cocooned within it. Itâs nice and warm, and sleep is such a rare commodity to him so itâs novel to bask in its dregs. But there isnât any more sleep to come heâs quick to realize, giving up after a few minutes and blinking up at the ceiling.Â
Nine is practically six. Itâs criminal to be up this early.
Thereâs an unusual flurry of texts on his phone, some from Rhodey, but most of them are from Parker, an endless ladder of increasing franticness.Â
Tony tosses his phone to the end of his bed carelessly.Â
Itâs been literally less than twelve hours since heâs had to deal with the shithead. Surely whatever was lodged up his ass couldnât possibly be as important as Tony ignoring him.Â
Swinging his legs off the bed, he stands and stretches his arms up high, fingers curling. The stretch feels good and he takes a quick sniff of his armpits to gauge if he can forego a shower for the third day in a row.Â
The stench is wicked. Itâs possible that heâs overdue.
He strips off as he heads towards the adjacent bathroom, naked and nursing a semi.
He canât help but shudder as his back meets the cold tiles, the intuitive shower head following his body with a mechanical whir, miscalculating its aim and spraying him in the face.
Ah. That will need to be recalibrated, he notes.Â
But, he canât say he really minds, tolerating the spray, even as it hits his mouth like a fire hose. He ducks his head to wet his hair, reaching blindly for the touchpad to dial down the pressure. Once the water is to his liking he reaches down to take himself in hand, leisurely stroking himself.
Itâs just a perfunctory part of his morning ritual; he doesnât really have anyone in mind as he brings himself to full hardness, just the fleeting memory of lips around his cock, the next of a well rounded ass, not feeling particularly creative.Â
Okay, so maybe he pictures some big, brown eyes and dark hair he can run his fingers through. And maybe he goes off like a rocket. Thatâs his business.
Anyway, once heâs out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he inspects his appearance in the mirror. The bruises on his face are still pretty gruesome, deep purple and beginning to yellow around the edges. The cut on his lip seems to be well and truly scabby.
Turning to the side, Tony takes observation of his overall torso region; his stomach is not as defined as heâd like it to be - probably due to his affinity for carbs and sweets, if heâs honest. Between a few fingers he can pinch the skin and pull it a little -- and look, heâs a bit soft around the middle, but he lifts, alright. Maybe he isnât exactly steel cut like the dudebros on the football team who have made being ripped their life mission, but he has musculature under the adipose.
Is he a little self-conscious about it? Sure. Is he worried about it enough to give up garlic bread and cronuts? No. Especially when he spots a new chest hair nestled comfortably between his pecs.
Probably a bit too proud of himself because of a singular piece of hair, Tony gets dressed in a pair of jeans that have seen better days, speckled with singe marks and thinning at the knees and a singlet, slinging on his leather jacket for the finishing touch.Â
He almost forgets the bot.
âLook at you,â he says, to the mangled mess of metal on his desk. Scooping the injured, beeping bot Tony stuffs it into his backpack. âCome here, darling. Shh, youâre okay.â
Peering both ways out of the hall to ensure the coast is clear, he quickly descends the stairs, shushing the bot the whole way.
On the ground floor, he pauses when he hears voices coming from his fatherâs office. It takes a second to recognise the voices, his father and Stane arguing over one another, loudly, then softly. He tries to listen in, catching somewhat audible hisses about the company finance officer.
Careful to avoid the floorboards that squeak he tiptoes to the kitchen to pocket a few muesli bars and a water bottle from the fridge.Â
The voices get progressively louder as he sneaks to the front door, silently saluting their maid as he passes. She waves back at him, offering a sympathetic smile as he goes out the door.Â
His heart pounds as he reaches his car, parked around the corner street.Â
âAlright, baby,â he grins, revving the engine. âLetâs go.â
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âThe fuck?â
Itâs hard to be sure, but perhaps Rhodey doesnât expect Tonyâs unannounced arrival at his front door. Not if the furious scowl and bunny slippers on his feet are anything to go by.
Nonetheless, he slips past the front door, welcoming himself into his friends home, despite the exasperated outcry of for fucks sake Tony, itâs Saturday and itâs not even noon, canât you call ahead?Â
No, he canât call. Well, actually, he reconsiders, heading down the hall to the basement, his friends footsteps echoing behind him, he probably could, but it wouldnât make anyone less mad at him, so whatâs the point?
Besides, judging by the empty driveway and barren living room, Rhodeyâs family is already out, heâs not sure what the issue is.
âThe issue is I am tired, man,â his friend complains, following him down the stairs. âWhat are you doing here?â
âMe too, honeybear, freakinâ exhausted,â Tony mutters, skipping down the stairs. âGo back to bed. Iâll be out of your hair in a minute.â
âOh sure, and let you solder your fingers together again. Nah. Not taking the fall for that.â
âIâm not going to solder my fingers together. Iâm a pro.â
âUnless you need me to remind you of last summer,â Rhodey takes a seat at the workbench, âI suggest you shut up.â
âYouâre rude, you know that?â Tony asks, retrieving the bot from his backpack and setting it upon the bench. âIâll have you know that Iâve learned since then.â
âAnd yet you still refuse to wear gloves,â his friend sighs, settling heavily upon the adjacent chair. Thereâs a comfortable quiet between them while Tony works, carefully settling all the pieces onto the table, moving each with care.
Itâs hard to miss the weight of observation on the back of his neck, but he lets his friend drink his fill before heâs ready to speak.
âYou fuck up something?â He points to the bot.
Tony shakes his head, pressing the solder into the circuit board. âNo. Well, yes. The coding is perfect, as usual, but this idiot isnât any smarter than a Roomba. Heâs meant to be smarter.â
âSo?
âHe is smarter. I dunno, sometimes he messes up,â Tony mumbles, reaching blindly for the bent-nose pliers before Rhodey places it in his hand. âHeâs not bad, just dumb. Itâs not his fault.â
âAnd again, what happened? Did you run him over?â
âNo, the old man got sick of me playing with âtoysâ. Dumb-dumb here met the wall in a very dramatic fashion. It was an Oscar-worthy performance.â
Thereâs a sigh from behind him.
âDoes that explain your face?â
Tony glances behind him and smirks.Â
âYou mean my dashing good looks?â
âTony.â
âHonestly? I got into a fight with a feral racoon that ran off with some old ladyâs purse. It nearly cost me an eye, but I saved the day. She called me a hero, gave me some stale crackers from her purse and then gave me her number.â
âTony.â
âFine. I was skateboarding. I was in the middle of executing a super complicated kickflip but lost control when an enlarged gutter rat scurried in front of me. I flew headfirst into the gravel. Very embarrassing. That work?â
âTony.â
âLook, just leave it will ya? God, youâre like a nagging wife. Pick whichever story makes you feel all nice and fuzzy inside.â
Rhodey is suddenly before him, waving something in his face. âYour phone, jackass. Your better half is calling?â
Huh?
Tony blinks, gently setting down the pliers and the chip heâd removed, taking his phone. It vibrates, Your Better Half flashing across the screen.Â
âParker, ugh.âÂ
He really should have changed the contact name by now, he thinks, swiping to answer.
âAlcoholics Anonymous,â Tony answers by way of greeting. âHow may I direct your call?â
âHa ha, very funny, asshole. So you are awake. Iâve been trying to contact you all morning.â
âI know. Iâm beginning to think you actually might have separation issues,â Tony says. âI just got rid of you like eight hours ago.â
âIâm calling about the folder. Didnât you read my texts?â
âOh, I read them,â Tony settles back on the stool and continues to work on the main circuit. âSee, I was just ignoring you. Hoping youâd take the hint, but I forget subtlety is lost on you.â
âLook, I need my notes. Can we meet up?â
âRight, for Bio,â Tony rolls his eyes. âCanât it wait until Monday?â
âNo. I, uh -- I have a test first period. I need to study for it.â
âUh-huh. Just remember, the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Youâll be fine.â
âI take AP Bio, asswipe, Iâm aware of that. Can I just get it back, please?â
âYou take AP Bio? Was that an admin error or something?â he asks, holding the chip heâd retrieved earlier up to the light to inspect for any damage.Â
It looks to be ok. The damage to the bot overall seems to be mostly cosmetic, couple of scratches, a few dents. Nothing that a few replacement panels wont fix. Whatever he hasnât already got stored here Rhodey will surely have spare parts, itâll be fine. God, what would he do if his friend didnât lovingly tolerate Tony using his space for storage and barging in whenever he lucks. Itâs lucky Rhodeâs parents are so chill though, unlike his own. He may be a hot-head but heâs practically a saint compared to -
â - hello? Are you still there? I can hear you breathing.â
Tony blinks. âRight. Your notes. Look, Iâm kinda busy. I have a life outside of you and I donât actually care about your academic integrity, so, youâre gonna have to wait.â
âFor how long?â
âIâll drop them off this evening, like six-ish. Hey, maybe we could do that interview with May if sheâll be around.â
â...Iâm not sure thatâs the best idea.â
âCâmon, I already told you Iâm not actually hot for your aunt. Iâll be professional.â
Rhodey shoots him a bewildered look.
âThatâs not what -- look, whatever. Just donât be late okay. I have a life outside of you too.â
âYeah, Iâve heard that one before. Iâll try and not get in the way of your weekend plans of crying while you masturbate.â
âI literally hate you.â
âAnd yet you arenât denying the crying. Anyway, I have to go now, try to clean yourself up before I get there. See you at six, bubby,â he hangs up, cracking his neck before refocusing on his mangled creation. âNow where were we?â
âWhat the fuck.â
Tony pauses, pliers in hand. There is a particular expression on Rhodeyâs face erring on the side of confused and haunted.Â
âWhat?â
ââBubbyâ?â
âDonât say it like that - itâs like an inside thing. Donât repeat it to him, alright, heâll get pissy. And then Iâll get pissy.â
âYou know itâs just a project, right? You two arenât actually married.â
âThank god. Could you imagine being married to that guy?â Tony shudders. âScary.â
âTwo weeks ago you said he was the bane of your existence. Now you have âinside thingsâ with him? You saw him last night?â
He sighs, shoulders dropping. Yeah, he doesnât really have a good explanation for any of that.Â
The thing about himself, Tonyâs found over time and trial, is that he really, really likes to press buttons. He likes to test variables, wants to see what would happen if he did something he wasnât supposed to, and map out the world as it occurs in motion around him. Curiosity means he likes to test the parameters, to see what can yield, what will bite back.
More often than not that kind of impulsive brand of curiosity has gotten him in some sort of trouble. Turns out not everything and everyone appreciates being tested - and many things like to lash out when pressed. Â
Parker, Tony has found, is somebody that doesnât yield or bite. If Tony was a betting man heâd have placed his money on the boy being more of a yielding type - but what he does is he presses buttons just as much as Tony does, buttons he didnât even know he had to be pressed.Â
And that very much interests Tony.
He just doesnât know what to do with that information, except to keep pressing.
âIâll explain later,â Tony promises, mentally crossing his fingers. âIn the meantime, can we forget about Parker and focus on my broken baby here?â
Rhodey relents, but Tony knows that look in his eye. Heâll be hearing about it later and at the most inconvenient time. And heâs gonna tell Pepper.
Wonderful.
He really should change Peterâs contact name in his phone.
---
By the time he leaves the Rhodes residence and heads to his next destination, his robot is in somewhat in working order again. It remains fairly immobile though, just until Tony can replace the damaged infrared and touch sensor. It clicks its metal claws sadly towards Tony in the passenger seat as he drives.
Itâs a Roy Orbison kind of day, so the music is loud and the guitar is heavy as he makes the drive to Harlem.
And if Tony frees a hand to pat the bot on itsâ metal head every so often, thatâs his business.
When he reaches the other side of the city he parks in his usual space at a nearby lot and contemplates whether or not he should leave the malfunctioning bot in his car for the sake of being professional. It clicks at his jacket, weakly grasping the material as if on a plea - and damn, Tony knows the thing isnât actually sentient but what kind of asshole would he be if he left it here for the day.
Heart squeezing with sympathy, Tony delicately places him in the backpack, leaving the zip partially open for âairâ.
Next, snacks.
While heâs retrieving a pack (or two) of Reeses, he comes across Parkerâs folder that heâd stashed there last night. Their conversation from earlier returns to the forefront of his mind.
Look, Parker might not be the knuckle-dragging, monosyllabic dumbass Tony initially suspected that he was, and yeah he was savvy as demonstrated during their trip to the rental market - and yeah, definitely smarter than his social circle would suggest, and is absolutely and a source of constant surprise to Tony - but is he AP Bio - or AP anything material?Â
Time to find out.
The first thing that Tony notices is that the notes are definitely not for Bio. Theyâre for Econ, as initially prescribed.Â
The second thing he notices, as he flicks through the papers, skimming over the complicated graphs and annotated research, is that what heâs reading is actually good.Â
Well, Iâll be darned, Tony thinks, eyes getting progressively wider as he flicks through the pages. Not bad at all.
Makes him wonder why Parker thought he was missing his Bio notes though.
The answer to that becomes clear when a crumpled envelope falls out of the stack onto Tonyâs lap. He picks it up, at first thinking itâs a part of the research, but pauses. Itâs open and itâs addressed to May Parker.
âUm,â he says.
Itâs from Queens Presbyterian Hospital, which should make him drop it as if it were burning. It doesnât, though. Either itâs meant to be included in the folder, or itâs not and thatâs why Parker has been acting like a crazy-ex all morning.
Hmm. Tony sits there, torn, debating whether or not to look into it, the overdue stamp standing out against the crisp paper like a warning sign. On one hand, heâs running kinda late and, yâknow, privacy or whatever -- on the other, his fingers are already itching to know whatâs in it.
Mind your own business, he can already hear Rhodey saying, mind your own business, Tony.
Curiosity and a distinct lack of a moral compass wins, as always. Just a quick peek, that should be okay, right? The envelope is already open anyway, so, itâs not like anyone will be able to tell.
God, this is none of my business, he tells himself, even as heâs retrieving the letter from within and starts reading it.Â
Oh.
Tony quickly stashes the letter back into the envelope and back into the folder. Yep, definitely none of his business.Â
Yeah, he really shouldnât have done that. Big fucking yikes on his behalf. And yep, thereâs the guilt -- or at least he thinks the stomach churning is guilt, it could be the stale muesli bar he ate on the way.
Nonetheless, it hangs over him like a dark cloud as he picks up his backpack and heads out to the garage across the road. What kind of asshole looks into someoneâs mail because they canât help themselves. This dick, thatâs who.
Fixing a grin he doesnât really feel, he heads to the back office. He knocks on the window, ducking his head into the open door.
âYo,â he waves to the man sitting behind the desk. âSorry Iâm late.â
âHey kid,â the man looks up, smiling before his face drops. âTony, your face. What happened?â
âThis? Itâs nothing --â
â-- is that why you couldnât come to work yesterday? Not that I mind,â the man stands up. âAre you okay? Was it --â
â-- Was it nothing to worry about? Absolutely,â Tony holds his hands up in surrender. âJust an unfortunate encounter with a wild, feral squirrel in Central Park. I tell you, theyâre deceivingly cute, but theyâre pests. Totally out of control.â
âTony.â
âJarvis,â he interrupts, gesturing to the cars in the garage behind him. âCâmon. Look, letâs get to work, okay? Save the violins for later.â
And by later he means never.
The man sighs, world-weary, looking at him like he knows exactly what heâs thinking. At first heâs certain his boss is going to push the issue, but it must be a day for dodging bullets because he relents.
âAlright, kid. I got a ninety-four Ford sedan back there with your name on it. Busted fan belt, overheated engine. Probably needs a new set of spark plugs while youâre at it.â
With a grateful nod, Tony heads back, locating the vehicle in question. Itâs rusted to all hell and probably not worth the cost of repair, but he gets stuck into it anyway, keen for a distraction. He sets his bag and bot down near him while Jarvis blasts Alice Cooperâs Poison.
Tony might not have all the answers to lifeâs problems, but this is something he knows how to fix.
---
He probably distracts himself a little too well, because by the time heâs wrapped up with the Ford itâs already five-thirty and heâs a mess of engine oil and coolant.
Itâs only when Jarvis squeezes his shoulder and points to the clock on the far wall does he realise that heâs lost his sense of time. How the fuck is he supposed to clean up and get all the way from Harlem to Queens at this time of night?
âAh, crap,â Tony mutters, setting down his socket-wrench in his toolbox. âIâm late.â
âLate for what? You got a hot date or something?â Jarvis asks, stepping back to give him some room as he rushes to the staff bathroom.Â
âWhat, no,â He calls back, running the faucet and pumping soap over his hands. âI gotta go see about a guy.â He struggles to hear his boss over the running water but he doesnât have time to stop and figure it out.Â
âFrom school?â
âYes, and a prime pain in my ass,â Tony mutters, drying his hands on his jeans, walking back into the garage. âAnyway, see you Monday, chief?â
His boss nods, passing Tony his earnings for the week in cash. Tony should have known to dash and run because he starts hearing the proverbial violins when Jarvis clamps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in a way that is more paternal than Tony is comfortable with.Â
âYou know you can call me, you have my number. You come up and see me and the missus whenever you want.â
Tony fake snores.
âJarvis.â
âWe have a spare room,â he insists, shrugging sheepishly and stepping back. âItâs yours at any time.â
âI see you enough, okay, donât push it. Iâll see you Monday,â Tony draws him into a one-armed hug and claps him on the back. âDonât you worry about me.âÂ
âDonât make me worry.â
âNo promises,â Tony salutes, slinging his backpack on shoulder and walking backwards out of the garage to the street. âHug the missus for me.â
Jarvis salutes back.Â
With that he sprints across the street when thereâs a gap in traffic, bot snapping gently at his hair as he runs.
Sweaty and sore, he is full of energy, a sense of accomplishment coursing through his blood, like an afternoon of work can only provide. He should fire off a text, he thinks, as he starts the ignition and heads out onto the road, yeah. Let Parker know he will be late.
And he does genuinely mean to send a message at the next traffic stop, but then Queen starts playing on the radio and Tony isnât a fool, okay, he turns that up loud.
Next traffic stop, he promises himself.
---
âIâm beginning to think you canât read the time,â Parker opens the door with a scowl. âYou said six.â
Wincing in the hallway, Tony looks at his phone. Six-fifty-nine. Itâs not totally his fault, okay. There was a pile up along the way and traffic was a nightmare of ridiculous proportions. He swears heâs gonna be the first person to invent a commercially viable flying car just for the sake of personally avoiding road congestion.
âYeah, so. Hereâs the thing: I had things to do, okay, priorities --â
âYou and your priorities, I swear to god --â
âHere,â Tony cuts him off, passing him his folder, letter neatly inside where it isnât going to obviously slip out. âYour folder, dumbass.â
Peter grips it, holding it to his chest as he stares at Tony for a moment, before passing it to the nearest flat surface, a weathered and small table that holds their keys.
âOkay, thanks,â Peter nods, smiling grimly, looking behind his shoulder. âAppreciate it. You can go now.â
âSo where are the Econ notes,â Tony blurts, wincing as he plays dumb. âI mean, if you had something prepared.â
Peter blinks, surprised. âOh, uh. Um, It can wait until Monday, canât it?â
âThe assignment is due Wednesday.â
âRight. Um, just give me a sec --â
âIs that Tony?â
May appears behind Peter, smiling brightly. Tony waves, rocking back on his feet.Â
âHey, Missus Parker.â
âHey there, handsome,â she hip-checks her nephew, joining him in the doorway and glancing between the two. âYou didnât mention we were having company tonight, Pete.â
âHeâs not handsome and heâs not staying --â
â-- I was just dropping something off,â he looks to Peter. âAnd excuse you, the lady has spoken and I have to agree. I am handsome. Some might even say that Iâm debonair.â
âAnd some might say that youâre deplorable.â
âHmm, I think you mean adorable.â
That prompts a smile out of Peter. He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up, all haughty.
âTony Stark, you are many things, but adorable isnât one of them.â
He leans in, pouting playfully. âOh come on, Parker. Iâm a little cute, arenât I?â
âNo.â
âNot even a little?â
âUh, let me check,â Peter pauses before smiling sardonically. âVerdicts in - jury says youâre one-hundred-percent despicable. Sorry.â
"Iâm sure I could sway the jury.â
âI think you mean you could pay the jury.â
Tony nods, pretending to be serious. âWell, yeah. You know, for consensus.â
Peter licks his lips, shifting closer.
âConsensus is important...â
â...Well, if you two are done,â May says after an extended period of silence, tying her hair back into a ponytail. âWe were just about to head out to a Thai place around the corner. Tony, you should join us.â
âOh, no, thatâs okay. I should go --â
The rest of his words are cut off by a truly monstrous growl of his stomach. He winces, scrunching up his nose sheepishly. He probably should have eaten more than Reeses all afternoon.
âWell, I guess that settles that,â May says, stepping out of the doorway and beckoning Tony in. âCome in. Sorry about the mess.âÂ
Itâs with Peter still staring at him that he reluctantly enters their apartment, brushing past the other boy. It looks the same as it did the other week, mostly tidy and smelling like incense. Thereâs a sizeable stack of unfolded laundry on the dining table, however, that wasnât there before.Â
Tonyâs distracted by a pair of dancing-bulbasaur boxers sticking out of the pile when May leans in close to sniff at his hair.Â
âYouâve got something in your hair, honey. Is that paint?â
He runs his fingers through his hair, palm coming back streaked with green. âOh, uh, radiator fluid,â he explains, holding up his hand.Â
âCan I ask what you did to your face?â
âI saved a homeless guy and his beef-sandwich from a pack of rabid, angry dogs. No need to call me a hero.â
May looks at him oddly. âOh, well, if you say so. Go get yourself washed up and we can head out.â
The burn of Peterâs stare follows him all the way to their bathroom.
---
The meal is less awkward than Tony thought it would be.
Well, for him at least.
Over larb and khao pad theyâd gotten through an informal interview with May about her experience as a caregiver with a single income. Not only was it informative for his own future financial independence, but she has been generous enough to speckle in colorful anecdotes of her nephewâs upbringing. Parkerâs face has been getting progressively redder all night and it has nothing to do with the spice in his food.
Tony has enjoyed the evening thoroughly.
â - and of course, we were lucky we hadnât decided to go cheap on the health insurance. Especially when Pete here broke his wrist at gymnastics when he was eight.â
Tony barely holds back a snort.Â
âYou did gymnastics, Parker?â
Peter tips his head back to stare at the ceiling and sighs. The flush seems to be creeping down his neck too, Tony observes gleefully. He stuffs a large mouthful of rice in his mouth to mitigate the urge to tease.Â
"Yes, he was very good, werenât you, Pete? So talented, you should see his medals.â
âStop, please.â
âCâmon, no need to be embarrassed, Pete, you were amazing,â she says. âYouâre still a flexible little bug, arenât you?â
Tony chokes on his rice.
Peter has his eyes squeezed shut and looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole.Â
âMay, Iâm literally begging you.â
âUh,â he beats at his chest with his fist, swallowing roughly. âSo how long did you do that for?â
âUntil I was fourteen.â
âWhyâd you quit?â
Thereâs a very deliberate, weighted pause. May and Peter share a look between them and Tony gets a deeply uncomfortable sense that heâs just stuck his foot in it. Retract, he thinks, already regretting opening his mouth.
âWell,â May clears her throat, her tone light. âAfter my husband, Peteâs uncle Ben died, we moved away and we had to make some... financial cuts at the time.â
The bite heâs just taken goes to ash in his mouth. God, he really is a big idiot isnât he. Heâd assumed that May never got married to the man in the photos or that theyâd just divorced, he didnât realise that heâd passed - and so recently, too. Welling up with shame, he canât stop himself from glancing at Peter, whoâs staring at the table, lips pursed.
âOh,â he clears his throat. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to - I didnât know. Sorry.â
âItâs okay,â May waves her hand dismissively, but her smile is strained. âAnyway, what about you, Tony? Youâre severely asthmatic, right? That must have been hard, growing up if you wanted to play sports.â
Tonyâs eyes widen.
âYes, um, so hard. Luckily Iâm not really an exercise-y kinda guy. I personally prefer to keep a heart rate below eighty beats per minute.â
âDid you have any hobbies growing up?â
âYeah, driving my parents crazy,â Tony says, glad for the shift from the somber topic. âEscaping from nannies, seeing how quickly I could get them to quit.â
âYou like tinkering,â Peter says quietly, looking up. âYou mentioned, before. Cars and stuff.â
He shrugs, starting to feel as if heâs under the microscope, especially when Peter looks at him, eyes glittering with thinly-veiled interest.Â
âI mean, I donât know. I like - building stuff, I guess. Machines and robots, yâknow, cars. Itâs like, whatever.â
âYou want to be the next Elon Musk or somethinâ?â Peter asks, not unkindly, resting his chin on his hand.
âNah, I wanna be the first Tony Stark,â he scratches his cheek, suddenly bashful. Itâs an uncommon feeling for him. One hard to avoid, however, particularly when there is a boy who Tony doesnât really hate whoâs asking about his life like it might matter.Â
He clears his throat. âAnyway, mostly it was just me cataloguing all the ways I could make the vein in my fathersâ head pop. Iâm still working on that.â
May looks between them, smiling.
âSounds like you were a handful.â
âSure was.â
Still is, apparently, no matter how much he tries to stay out of the way.
The silence that follows is punctuated by the sounds of cutlery scraping across plates, of shrinking ice cubes rattling against glass. It feels pensive at the same time as it does thorny, like Tony opened the door to let someone in but accidentally let out a few ghouls.
And despite knowing heâd stepped on a landmine with the Parkers, he canât help but wonder what other pieces of the puzzle heâs missing. Why Peter doesnât live with his parents. Not that Tony is invested in him or anything.
He just doesnât like mysteries, thatâs all.
May excuses herself after to head to the bathroom not long after. Itâs during that time that the waiter brings the check, which Tony takes immediately, slipping in some of the cash heâd gotten earlier, despite Peterâs protests. He was gonna do it anyway, even if he didnât have the letter in the back of his mind.
âStop paying for me,â Peter says after he passes the check-book back to the waiter. âYour family is rich, I get it. Iâve told you, I donât need your charity.â
Tony shakes his head. Itâs not worth mentioning that the only money he spends doesnât come from his family.
âItâs not charity. Do you really think Iâm that nice, eh? Câmon. Maybe I like lording it over you.â
âWell, at some point Iâm going to pay you back.â
âAnd when that time comes Iâm not going to accept your money.â
âYou will,â Peter smiles wryly down at his plate. âI have my ways.â
âAs do I, sweetums. Now, do me a favour: shut up and finish your larb.â
Peter does, but something about him shifts. It seems more quiet and contemplative, his eyes staying longer on Tony than they normally would. He wants to tell him to take a picture, but for once, Tony thinks itâs probably best if he keeps his mouth shut.
---
Back at the apartment, Peter goes to retrieve his âEcon notesâ, taking the folder from the table and retreating to his bedroom. In the interim, May offers to let Tony stay over, inviting him for what heâs sure would be a rousing game of Mario Kart.Â
He politely declines.
âYou sure? Winner gets to choose a movie.â
âI should really get home,â he says. âThanks though. And thanks for dinner.â
âNo problem. Thank you for paying, you didnât have to do that. Let me pay you back.â
âNo need. Think of it as payment for your services and letting us pick your brain tonight.â
She reluctantly accepts with a lot less pride than what her nephew displayed and that makes Tony feel a little sick, because itâs evident that sheâs a proud and stubborn woman by nature. Her acceptance, albeit laboured, speaks volumes as to the reasoning behind it.
What takes him by surprise is when she hugs him goodbye and kisses his cheek.
âYouâre a good egg, Anthony. Donât be a stranger, okay?â
Itâs probably the most maternal touch heâs had since, well. Probably since he last went to stay with Jarvis and his wife. Fidgeting in the hold, heâs not sure if he wants to squirm or to sink into it.
May leaves when Peter comes back in, a familiar stack of notes in his hands that he passes to Tony.
âYou gonna kiss me goodbye, too?â
âWhat?â Peter blinks.
"Uh, never mind,â Tony waves the papers at him. âThanks for this.â
Peter looks around to make sure theyâre alone before leaning in rather promptly.Â
âWow, hold up on the proximity there,â Tony inches back, startled by their sudden closeness. âI was joking about the kiss --â
âYou read the letter, didnât you,â Peter whisper-hisses.
âWhat? Letter? What letter?â Tony says, voice strangled. âI donât know of any letter.â
He gets a painful poke in his chest for his lies.
âDonât play dumb. It wasnât where I left it.â
âIâm not -- ow, quit poking me.â
âThen stop lying. Youâre unbelievable -- donât you know that opening someone elseâs mail is a crime?â
Tonyâs shoulders slump as he concedes.
âLook, it was an accident, it just slipped out. And also, itâs not technically a crime, if the envelope was already open.â
âOh and the letter magically opened itself and forced you to read it.âÂ
âThat could be argued.â
âWhy couldnât you mind your own business?â
Sick of being poked, he shoves the papers between his arm and his ribs to hold them and takes Peterâs fingers in his hands, squeezing the digits when they struggle to break free of his hold.
âI should have, I admit it - I didnât think, okay, Iâm sorry. Is she okay?â
Peter stops struggling, looking over his shoulder again.
âI donât know,â he leans in again to whisper, âI only found it yesterday, I havenât spoken to her yet. Look, I know you hate me, but can you please not tell anyone about this?â
âWhy would I tell anyone?â
âI donât know, because youâre the devil, and you get a kick out of seeing me suffer?â
âTrue, but Iâm not going to tell anyone. Promise. That would make me look like an asshole and you like a martyr. Ergo, I shut my cake hole and continue looking better than you.â
âYouâre a real prince charming,â the other boy huffs, but seems to take him at face value. âIf I find out differently Iâm going to come after you. Youâre going to need dental work afterwards.â
Tony lets go of their joined hands, balling his fists and raising them to his face, mimicking what the other boy had done last night.Â
âYou wanna tousle, huh?â
He gets a light shove out the doorway for his attitude.
âAlright, smartass. Get the fuck outta here already.â
âGoing, going. Goodnight, princess.â
He mock bows, peering up under his eyelashes, momentarily arrested as he watches Parker roll his eyes and bite his bottom lip in an attempt to smother a smile.Â
His heart continues to beat a bit oddly all the way down to the car, where he sits in contemplative silence for a few moments until the sound of metal clicking shifts him out of his thoughts.
âOh, hey you,â he coos, gently retrieving his bot from his bag and placing it in the passenger seat, instantly feeling bad. âI didnât think I would take so long. Iâm sorry.â
Placing a seatbelt over the bot and buckling him in, Tony begins to narrate his night to him as he pulls off the curb and begins driving.
âI guess that Parker isnât so bad,â he tells the bot, who swivels its head in response to his voice. âI mean, he canât dress for shit and has questionable tastes in friends - oh, and cannot hold his liquor - but I dunno, baby-bot. Heâs okay. Donât tell anyone I said that, though -- and oh my god, did I mention he did gymnastics, what a fucking dork...â
The thoughts churn and buoy him until he pulls up to his house nearly an hour later. From the driveway he can see his fathers office light still on.
The sight of it makes his stomach drop, all good cheer gone in an instant.Â
âDamn,â Tony whispers to himself, tapping his knuckles against the steering wheel. This time of night on a Saturday can only mean one thing and he is really not in the mood to be in the crosshairs of whatever his father and Stane are up to.
But before he can work himself into a worry his phone vibrates in his pocket.
> hey, look, thanks for not being a total dick tonight about everything > and last night as well, I guess > yknow what i mean < ur welcome < by the way, iâm proud of you > for what < not finishing off ur aunts beer tonight < takes strength < asking for help is the first step > omfg i take back what i said > ur the worst < and ur a pain in my ass > they have creams for that u know > anyway, gânite, butthole > p.s. youâre still not adorable Tony smiles down at his phone. < goodnight bambi The bot clicks at him, breaking him out of his train of thought.
âDonât look at me like that. Letâs go in, but you gotta keep quiet, okay.â
He manages to avoid detection and attention from anyone, despite accidentally stepping on a squeaky floorboard. Maybe it had something to do with the record player and raucous laughter coming from the office.
In any case, Tonyâs just happy to make it back to his bedroom. There, he toes off his sneakers and starts getting ready for bed, stashing the leftover cash into a drawer.
It makes him think about Peterâs reluctance for Tony to pay for over the last couple of instances, and how freaking annoying that is. And rude.Â
Honestly, the dude should count himself as one of the lucky guys - Tony is not that magnanimous. He doesnât experience an impulsive, unthinking eagerness to provide for just anybody.
Oh.
Tony stills in the middle of his bedroom.
Oh no.
He knows what this is.
âThis is bad.â
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Nightclub, Hero Edition
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Post-break-up partying isnât really your style, but when your friends drag you out to the nightclub, you donât really have much of a say. Youâre standing in line waiting to get in when a shiny sports car pulls up. Who should get out but Ground Zero and Mind Jack. The underground hero, Mind Jack (Hitoshi Shinsou), spots you in the crowd and keeps his eye on you all night. Evidently, so does his friend, Katsuki Bakugo. After a surprise run in with your ex, Neito Monoma, Hitoshi and Katsuki show off to Monoma how the two of them together can please you better than he ever could.
Katsuki Bakugo and Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader
All minor characters are aged up. I do not write minor x adult fiction.
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Contents: public sex, voyeurism, threesome, fingering, light hair pulling, praise kink, double penetration, overstimulation
âThe hell you mean, you canât go?â Katsuki glared at his friend.
His fists clenched at his sides. One day out of the week out of the entire month. He had one night to blow off some steam, and there was nobody who could back him up. Eijiro nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
âLook, man, Iâd love to, but I already made plans. Maybe you could find another wingman?â
âWhatâd you say? You think Iâm gonna take some shitty extra with me on my one night off? I bust my balls every damn day for this freakinâ city, and I canât even get my best wingman with me?â
Pro-hero work wasnât what he expected it to be. Sure, he had the money, the clout, and the entourage of girls (and sometimes dudes) who fought each other for a millisecond of his time.
âMinaâs been planinâ this thing for weeks now. I canât just back out now,â said Eijiro.
Katsukiâs eyes flitted to someone else in the group. Denki felt the immediate power of Katsukiâs anger in one glance. Denki threw his hands up in that universal sign of surrender.
âDonât look at me, dude. Iâm on duty that night. Besides, maybe if you werenât into kinky shitââ
Katsuki slammed his palm on the table. A silent threat to blow it up. His face screwed up into that gremlin mask he wore when he was extra obnoxious. But at a closer look, one could barely see the tinge of red in his cheeks.
âWhen I need your opinion, Spark Plug, Iâll ask for it!â Katsuki grabbed his drink and started angrily draining it as he slouched in his chair.
âWhat if I called Shinsou?â Denki offered.
âWhyâd I do a stupid thing like that?â
âBecause youâd be surprised about how much you and Shinsou have in common?â Denki was already scrolling through his phone as if looking for something. âHe doesnât patrol on Saturdays, and heâs single. Whatâs the worse thing that could happen?â
Katsuki growled while Denki texted. Denkiâs phone pinged every time Shinsou sent a response. Denki put his phone into Katsukiâs face.
âSee? Looks like heâs down for it!â
Katsuki swatted Denkiâs hand away. Chewing on his straw, he was forced to choke down his pride. He had only a few words with Shinsou, and he didnât like the guy. He didnât like many people either, but did he have much a choice if everybody else was bailing on him? It wasnât as much fun all by oneself.
âJ-Just, tell him to meet me at Supernova. Nine oâclock sharp, and he better not show up in a shitty outfit either.â
This outfit wasnât your idea. Your friends put you in those skimpy little jean shorts and a pink midriff-baring top just as they put you up to come out tonight. Youâd rather watch Netflix in bed wearing a comfy hoodie. Would you be stuffing your face with your favorite ice cream? Yes. Going out to nightclubs with your girlfriends and drinking away, your sorrows wasnât usually how to get over a break-up. You are a fully grown woman and wanted to decide how best to get over a two-year-long relationship. You really should have thought of that before you got friends.
Two of the four girls dragging out into the night after dollying you up were already tipsy. Pre-game partying, they call it. Youâd literally rather be anywhere but out tonight.
The five of you wait in line for fifteen minutes waiting to get in. A flashy red car pulls up and parks. You watch with scrutinizing eyes who steps out. Camera phones are flashing in the vehicleâs direction as soon as the passengers exit. You recognized the blonde by his scowl. Ground Zero. But the other one? You have no idea. He looks like the underground hero, Mind Jack, but since there were so few pictures of him on the internet, you couldnât be sure. Fangirls screamed and pressed against the velvet ropes as the gentlemen sauntered up to the front of the line. You craned your next in time to see Bakugo flash a VIP pass, which permitted him and his friend early entrance into the nightclub. Just before they went in, Mind Jack looked down the line of those waiting before his eyes landed on you. You flush red as he glanced at you and gave you a knowing smirk. Mind Jack quickly followed behind Bakugo into the nightclub.
Your friends stared and asked incessant questions. They had less of an idea who Bakugo was bringing with him, but they all seemed to agree that he was hot. You couldnât deny the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. There was something about his penetrating glance that made your insides warm and fuzzy.
You were to wait another twenty minutes before even getting inside to find out why you caught his attention. Half your friends went to the bar while the other half tried to drag you out onto the dance floor. You barely managed to escape and find your own secluded spot at the bar where your other friends couldnât see you. Your only drink for the night was going to be that bottle of beer, and that was it. Exciting, no, but you planned to arrive home mostly sober enough to binge watch that new romantic comedy until daybreak and avoid going home with a complete stranger. Anonymous sex just wasnât your type of post-break-up healing routine.
You stood against the wall watching other people have their fun. The music was something you could probably dance to, but maybe after you finished sipping your beer. As you scrolled through your social media after becoming bored with people-watching, you suddenly looked up. You could not escape the sensation of someone watching you. You glanced around the nightclub in a panic then settled on the cause of your anxiety. Indigo eyes were eating you up from across the dance floor. He was seated in a VIP lounge with Bakugo. His friend seemed more interested in talking than he was, which suited him just fine as it allowed him to stare at you.
A shiver ran down your spine. Mind Jack couldnât want anything from you, could he? You thought about all the girls your ex-boyfriend compared you to. You were too prudish, and when you did have sex, you werenât all that adventurous. You wanted to like sex just like everybody else did. Whether it was you or your partners, you couldnât tell. You sipped your beer, chiding yourself.
This is a mistake. I should just check out and go home.
You almost turned to find one of your friends when Mind Jack caught your eye again. You glanced up at him to see Mind Jack whispering something to Bakugo. He had his hand cupping his mouth so you couldnât tell what he was saying. Not that it made a difference at any rate with the clubâs pulsing, beating music thrumming in your ears. To your shock, Bakugo turned his red eyes towards you.
You couldnât help swallowing hard and downed the rest of your drink. You thought it best to sneak away and grab one of your friends before you did something silly and out of character. You tiptoed unto the dance floor, brushing past gyrating, sweating bodies. Two of your friends joined the others dancing and didnât even hear you calling out to them. A pair of strong hands reached out and touched your waist.
âAt least let me talk to you before you start running for the hills.â A voice said next to your ears.
You gulped again. You never heard this voice before but felt its timber shoot pleasure all the way down your spine. You felt the warmth of his body pressing against you.
âUm,â you licked your lips. âIâve never done this before. I-I donât really go out to clubs.â
âRelax. Iâm not going to bite.â The stranger spun you around to face him.
You faced those indigo eyes up close and personal. This close, you could see the dark shadows beneath his eyes. He was pale beneath the strobe lights.
âUnless youâre into that sort of thing,â he chuckled.
âAre you, are you at least going to give me a name before you try to dance with me?â You stammered.
âMind Jack, but you can call me Hitoshi.â
âIs it safe for you to give me your real name? Being an underground hero and all?â You asked.
âLetâs just say Iâm very comfortable getting to you. How about you give me your name, or else Iâll start calling you kitty.â
Your face turned beet red, and it wasnât because of the alcohol you just finished off. Shinsou pulled you close to him so that your bodies pressed together.
âY-Y/N L/N. Iâm Y/N L/N.â
âWell, L/N, can I have this dance?â
âS-Sure,â you answered.
Hitoshi lowered his hands to your hips and looked for permission. You laced your arms on his shoulders and nodded. Throughout the first song, you apologized for not knowing how to dance and stepping on his toes. Hitoshi squeezed your hips, and you couldnât deny how his hand felt on you. Your lower belly was full of butterflies at this point. You wondered if a single bottle was all it took to make you lose all inhibitions. You were lost in your own thoughts as well as Shinsouâs burning gaze when a voice pulled you out of your reverie.
âMind if I cut in?â
You knew that voice. It couldnât be. Could it?
You were spun around landed in the chest of none other than Katsuki Bakugo, Ground Zero himself. Your face turned a brighter shade of red. Your body moved parallel to his as the music pulsed in your ears. Katsukiâs hands wandered to your lower back and hip as he pulled you close. He leaned his head towards your neck. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, giving rise to goosebumps. Your heart fluttered in your chest. Your nails dug into his shoulders as if begging him to stop or continue; you could no longer tell at this point.
Another set of hands pulled you away or tried to. Katsukiâs hold on you was too strong to remove you entirely away from him. Hitoshi appeared behind you. His hand reached behind the back of your neck and turned your face towards his. Katsuki kissed the juncture of where your shoulder met your neck while Hitoshi claimed your lips. You moaned at the dual sensation of two men kissing different parts of you at the same time. Your legs instantly turned into Jell-O. If not for the set of hands holding you up, it would be easy for your legs to give out from beneath you and make you collapse on the floor. Alcohol officially had nothing to do with you making out with one pro-hero while another kissed your neck. Hitoshi ran his tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission for entrance. Slowly, you opened your mouth to permit him. Hands ran up and down your torso and the top of your thighs. Between them, you were gripped, groped, and caressed in ways at your ex would have never. You became lost in the flavor of Hitoshi when you heard a deriding laugh even above the pounding music.
You didnât realize that you closed your eyes the moment Hitoshi started kissing you. When you opened them again, standing before you with a sneer on his face was your ex-boyfriend, Neito Monoma. His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked at you stuck between two men.
âItâs been less than what? A week? Couldnât decide which one, so you decide to be a slut with both of them?â Said Neito.
âHey, Monoma,â said Hitoshi.
âWhââ
He stupidly fell right into Hitoshiâs trap. Neito stood there dumbly in the middle of the dance floor with that vacant stare.
âMonoma, stand there and watch us please your former girlfriend better than you could.â
Katsuki chuckled against your skin. âYeah, ya damn extra. Stand over there with that dumb, shitty look on your face.â
Katsukiâs hand slipped into your shorts. With everyone drunk and dancing and the lights pulsating, the dimly lit nightclub gave him plenty of coverage. His fingers quickly found your clit. You shivered when Katsuki began to work you into a fit. Your back arched forward, but Hitoshiâs arm snaked around your stomach to keep you close to him. Hitoshiâs lips graced your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin. Katsuki picked up the pace of his fingers to match the fast beat of the music drumming in your ears. Your gaze fixed on Monoma, who could do nothing.
Katsuki slammed his mouth on yours while the rough pace of his fingers never faltered. You moaned against him as his tongue viciously, hungrily explored your mouth. Hitoshi secreted his hand beneath your shirt and cupped your breast through your bra. The sensations made you forget that you were in the middle of a nightclub dance floor. Your back arched like a bow. Your eyes closed and screwed tight as Katsuki brought you over the edge. You moaned into his mouth with your hands, reaching for his hair and pulling hard. Your hips bucked against him as the waves of pleasure crashed into you. When you finally came down from your high, Hitoshi helped support you against his firm chest. Katsuki slowly pulled away. He and Hitoshi quickly rearranged your clothes to make you look as inconspicuous as possible. That was a little easier said than done with your completely blissed out face and the thin sheen of sweat covering your body.
âHey, Kitty,â said Hitoshi. He whispered next to your ear. âWanna take this party elsewhere?â
You glanced at Monoma. He was set free from Hitoshiâs quirk, but he still stood there. His face was red. Looking down, evidence of his arousal embarrassingly stood out like a sore thumb. Monoma gave you one final sneer before running off.
Whether to hide his hard-on or take care of it, you didnât care to know.
âWhoâs place?â You asked hoarsely.
You had your arm on Hitoshiâs back, and he put his hand on your shoulder. You walked out of the club like that with Katsuki leading the way. You quickly sent a text to your friends that you met somebody. Judging by how many people were staring at your exit, it was safe to say that they would have figured out who you were going out within no time at all.
Hitoshi rode in the back with you while Katsuki drove. Five minutes into the car ride, Hitoshi worked the button off your shorts and wriggled his hand inside. He kissed you fiercely, occasionally looking into the rearview mirror to glance at Katsuki. What was he doing egging Katsuki on? Katsuki shifted in the driverâs seat with each passing glance at you and Hitoshi fooling around in the back of his car.
Hitoshiâs fingers werenât as thick and calloused as Katsukiâs, but the slim fingers felt too damn good. You were moaning into Hitoshiâs kiss. You reached up and pulled his hair as he slipped his fingers into your panties and between your slick folds. He pumped his fingers slowly, at first, inside of your slit. One finger, then two, and as soon as you were a proper mess for him, Hitoshi added a third. He broke away from the kiss to watch you ride his fingers.
Your sensitive body jolted with every thrust of his fingers. Your hips bucked into his hand, and you rode him until you saw stars. Katsuki pulled into the driveway of his miniature mansion, opened the garage door, and pulled in. The car was secured, and the door closed. He turned off the radio. The wet squelching your cunt made taking three of Hitoshiâs fingers filled the car. You hadnât even realized that the car had been turned off. Katsuki shifted in the driverâs seat to get a good look at you.
âCome for me.â Hitoshi kissed your ear.
You obeyed. It didnât take much to have you coming again. Drool seeped out of the corner of your mouth as your inner walls clenched around his fingers. Hitoshi pulled out slowly. He gave his index finger a long suck, humming as he enjoyed the taste of you.
âHow does she taste?â Asked Katsuki.
âSo good. I canât wait to taste the rest of her.â
Hitoshi helped you out of the car and carried you up to Katsukiâs bedroom. Even in your delirium, Katsukiâs bed appeared bigger than it needed to be. He laid you out on the pillows, hair fanning the silk and goose feathers. Your shoes were taken off but not the rest of your attire. You sat up a little as Katsuki and Hitoshi slowly pulled off their clothes. They climbed in bed with you completely naked.
Just like before, you were pressed between them. Hot hands and nimble fingers worked under your clothes, caressed your skin, and gave you goosebumps. Katsuki and Hitoshi took turns kissing your lips until you couldnât tell whose tongue was shoved down your throat. Your outfit was simple enough and easy to remove. Piece by piece, it was all taken away and thrown into some unknown corner of the room. Your nipples were pinched until they looked more like rosebuds. On your breasts, neck, and shoulders bloomed dark bruises. You sighed into their touches, kisses, and love bites.
Hitoshi slipped his slender fingers back into you and teased your hot, wet slit. Warmth pooled inside your lower belly. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out.
âFuck, sheâs soaked down here.â Hitoshi sucked your neck. âI donât think she can take much more of this.â
You shook your head in agreement. Your brain was fuzzy with lust and anticipation. You came twice already and just with their fingers. How much better would it feel with their cocks? Those turgid members pressed against your lower back and your stomach. You felt the ridges of each, and the hard lengths made your wall clench. This felt wrong, taking two men at once, but so, so right.
âGod, please fuck me. One or the other, both, I donât care. I canât pick, just please somebody fuck me!â You begged.
Katsuki kissed you hard. He stole your breath away, and only when it seemed that he took more than your breath, he released you, licking your lips.
âI love a girl who knows what she wants.â
He pulled away to settle down on the pillows and leaned against the headboard. Katsuki curled his finger towards you in a âcome hitherâ motion. You crawled on the bed up to him. Katsukiâs hands seized your hips and forced you to straddle his hips. His thick, rigid member protruded against the crack of your ass. Hitoshi wasnât far behind. The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled behind you. His hands reached in front of you and groped your breasts.
âEver had two cocks at the same time?â Asked Katsuki.
Your mind was too focused on Hitoshiâs experienced hands playing with your breasts and pulling your nipples taut. All you could do was shake your head. You couldnât help but feel a little naĂŻve with the two men who obviously had more experience than you.
âThen youâre in for a treat. Come here, princess.â
Katsuki pushed you back slightly and lifted you up. You were placed over his cock before letting you sink slowly unto it. The ridges and veins of his cock brushed against your walls to create even more slick. The entrance was painless despite his size and his length almost brushing your cervix. You straddled Katsukiâs hips with his cock buried deep. Your cunt felt so full that you were left in awe and your jaw hitting the ground. Katsuki grabbed your arms to pull you flush on top of him, your soft breasts against his hard muscles.
He kissed you again, this time distracting you from Hitoshi pressing behind you. You squeaked when felt the blunt end of Hitoshiâs cock press against your already stuffed entrance. His fingers squeezed inside and pumped. You cried out as you were slowly spread open wider. Hitoshi pushed and pushed his cock inside of your walls until there was no more room for even a pinky finger.
You moaned into Katsukiâs chest. Unceasingly, your cries filled the roomâpain mixed with the pleasure which made you drool. Hitoshi tried to pull out, but you groped behind you and found his hand.
âGimme, gimme a minute. It feelsâŚso good,â you whined.
Both of them allowed you several minutes to adjust to their cocks being inside of your cunt at the same time. Somewhere in the middle of waiting for you, one of them started petting your head like you were a cat. You couldnât but mewl like one as you tried to move your hips stuffed full.
âYou ready, princess? You sure about that? Because once I start, Iâm not fucking finishing until Iâve got my cum spilling out of you.â
Katsuki bucked his hips upwards. You gasped, and your eyes flew wide open. Hitoshi moved forward. The tight fit of those two made you sit up slightly and grab the headboard. Your knuckles turned bone-white with how hard you gripped the carved wood. Hitoshi and Katsuki moved in tandem with each other. Katsukiâs rough hands palmed your breasts. His groping was harsher than Hitoshiâs, but you liked the feel of being so nicely abused like this. His teeth grated your stiff nipples. Katsuki pulled one into his mouth and sucked hard.
You tossed your head back. Hitoshiâs hands ran up and down your sides and all the way down your thighs. He grunted against your shoulder, murmuring how tight and wet you were for them. Grabbing some part of you, they began moving faster within you. Tears and sweat comingled on your face as you rode them both. Your ships could barely keep up with their powerful thrusts sending you into heaven. You clung to the headboard for dear life.
The sound of wet flesh slamming together resounded in your ears along with their compliments. Never had you heard such lewd things whispered or shouted at you in the heat of passion.
âThere you go, Y/N. Just like that. Taking it like a pro,â said Hitoshi as he nibbled your ear. âYour first time too, Iâm honored, kitty.â
Katsuki stopped suckling on your breasts long enough to groan himself. He played with your tits some more and pumped himself harder into you. His hot length reaches your cervix, making you scream.
âOh, fuck, yeah. I love all those pretty sounds you make,â Katsuki grunted.
You couldnât speak. At least, nothing that would be comprehensible. Words came out as a garbled mess. Your vocal cords were more preoccupied with moaning and screaming as you were rammed in both directions. Your hips moved faster. You were no longer in control of your own body, but it moved towards one goal without you. Hitoshi and Katsuki matched your speed then surpassed it. They both gripped your hips to pin them down and take full control.
âBe a good girl and let us finish you off, okay?â Said Hitoshi, and he pecked your cheek.
âLet us take care of you like a good slutty princess that you are,â said Katsuki, bruising your hips while Hitoshi grabbed your thighs.
You didnât move but allowed them to do what they pleased. You were pressed, squeezed, and bounced on their cocks with more enthusiasm than you thought they could muster. An erratic pace was set until both of their cockheads brushed against that secret spot inside your body. You couldnât tell which one came first, but the result was the same. As ropes of cum filled your insides, you basked the warmth of it. Searing white-hot pleasure speared down your back, reached down into your lower belly, and exploded. You could bare scream as your walls clenched around the two cocks.
Hitoshi kissed your shoulders as he pulled out with all gentleness in mind. âVery good. Yeah, just like that. Good job,â he praised.
Katsuki carefully did the same. You hissed at the emptiness after having been stretched so wide that your womb might burst. Slick cum seeped out of your cunt just like Katsuki promised. Hitoshi fetched a glass of water, and he and Katsuki helped you drink it without spilling it all over your front.
âDrink slowly, dumbass. You donât want to make yourself sick, do you?â Katsuki griped.
After such rigorous activities, it was no wonder that all three of you landed in a sweaty yet sated pile on Katsukiâs enormous bed. Silken covers were pulled over you, while your eyelids drooped closed. Two sets of arms snaked around your waist. You were too tired to tell the boys to share. There was plenty of you to go around.
âIn other news, pro-hero Ground Zero is once again under fire for yet another controversy. He was seen at the nightclub Supernova, arriving with underground hero Mind Jack. Ground Zero and Mind Jack were seen by witnesses dancing with a young woman. Some witnesses state that Ground Zero put his hand inside the womanâs clothing and performed an explicit act with her in the middle of the dance floorâŚâ
Retired UA professor, Shouta Aizawa, stopped listening to the news report. He pinched the bridge of his nose while he wondered what he had done in a former life to deserve this.
âGoddamit,â he sighed.
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EDIT:Â I realized just before posting there is one small continuity problem. Bakugo told Kaminari to tell Shinsou to meet him at the nightclub, but I wrote that they arrive together in Bakugoâs car. Itâs going to stay like that because Iâve been trying to write this thing for hours and Iâm too lazy to worry about something like that. Forgive me. Letâs just pretend that Shinsou has a car break down or something.Also, I wouldnât necessarily label this as Bakugo x Reader x Shinsou, as that implies Bakugo x Shinsou. Not that thereâs anything wrong with that ship, but I feel like theyâre both Domâs in the fan fiction canon. Iâd have to see or write more interactions with them before labeling an entire chapter as previously stated. That being said, you can interpret it as polyamory anyway. Iâm not going to be mad if you do.
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