#she turned fuckboi into a lover lmfao

[diemauergone]

⭐️ + viktor

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. - [ accepting ! ]

when he isn't in Spain with his main team or with the gnt, viktor often spends his free time with payne. that includes taking her any places she wants to go.

[jaeyunverse]

the roommate contract

pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brother’s best friend au, fake dating

wc: 11341

warnings: profanity, a very flirty jeno, jaemin and mc are siblings and she sorta badmouths him oops, lot of childish banter, jeno is older than the mc by two years, some angst at the end (lmk if i’ve missed anything!) 

summary: nothing could have been worse than getting kicked out of your house and having to move in with lee jeno—resident fuckboy, annoying asshole and your first heartbreak.

playlist: click here!

note: this was supposed to be slowburn but i kinda got impatient so i ditched that plan LMFAO this is a bit fast-paced imo but i hope you guys enjoy the fic! feedback is always appreciated :D

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That day, you made three mistakes. 

First: talking about your problems in public. Second: letting slip how desperate you were. Third (the gravest mistake): locking gazes with none other than Lee Jeno. 

He perked up when you yelled at Hwang Yeji, “I’ll have nowhere to go!” 

The moment the words were out, your wide eyes met his amused ones. Jeno quirked an eyebrow and smirked, walking over to the booth you and Yeji were seated at. 

“What’s this I hear about you needing a place to crash, Y/N?” he cooed, setting his cup of coffee on the table and sliding beside you. 

You glared at him, frowning when the bare skin of his arm brushed against yours. Shifting away, you snapped, “None of your damn business, Lee. Quit eavesdropping and get out of here.”  

Jeno’s smirk grew when he saw your discomfort. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you against him. Your head smashed into his hard chest as he teased, “Now, now, is that how you treat your brother’s best friend?” 

You narrowed your eyes and craned your neck to look at him. “That’s how I treat an egotistical bastard who doesn’t know basic manners.” 

Jeno grinned at the insult, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. “You look so attractive right now.” 

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you shoved him away, cursing loudly. He laughed at your flustered state, his eyes turning into small crescent moons. 

This was Lee Jeno—a huge flirt who thought highly of himself due to the popularity he had gained as the star player of your university’s football team, and whose only personality trait was being ridiculously attractive. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled under your breath and averted your eyes. They landed on Yeji, who was sitting on the other side of the table. A knowing smile was playing on her lips and her hands were crossed over her chest. 

You groaned. 

“Finally remembered I was here, did you?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. 

“Yeji, you can’t be serious,” you pleaded, ignoring her teasing remark and returning to the topic at hand. Why she and your brother, Na Jaemin, liked to think of you and Jeno as a couple was beyond you. You radiated nothing but annoyance when the boy was around you. “You and Jaemin have only been dating for a few months. I don’t think it’s wise for you to move in together already.” 

Everything you had uttered was bullcrap. Though your current roommate and your brother had been dating for no more than six months, what they had was special. It was evident that they loved each other very much. In fact, deciding to stay together was probably a wise decision, but you didn’t want to lose Yeji. 

She was an amazing roommate and your closest friend. 

Besides, she was only giving you a week to move out of your shared apartment so Jaemin could move in. Apparently, your idiot brother was supposed to break the news to you over two weeks ago but had forgotten to do so. Now, Yeji was doing damage control. 

“The decision is made, Y/N,” she told you sternly. “I’m sorry Jaemin didn’t do his job. Hell, I’m sorry for going home and giving him the responsibility. But you must understand that we’re on a time restraint. I told you that you could stay with Jeno—”

“You told her what?” said boy interrupted her, leaning forward in his seat. 

“Yeji!” you yelled, cutting her off before she could suggest something stupid again. “I said no!”

Jeno turned to look at you, his lips set in a pout. “C’mon, Y/N. Why so stubborn? I love Yeji’s idea. We’d have such a good time being roomies and doing roomie things.”

The mischievous look in his eyes told you the exact kind of roomie things he had in mind. You rolled your eyes and ignored him, turning your attention to the girl opposite you again. “It doesn’t matter. Jaemin’s never going to let this asshole room with me.”

“Hey!” Jeno protested. 

You didn’t give a shit about Jaemin’s opinion. You didn’t need him to ‘let’ you do anything anyway. You were capable of making your own decisions, and at that moment, you decided to use your brother and put words in his mouth for your own interest. 

Yeji looked unimpressed. “Joke’s on you because it was his idea.”

The motherfucker. Fucking coward, that’s what Na Jaemin was. Not only was he hiding from you because of what he had failed to do but was also feeding irrational ideas into Yeji’s mind. 

“You should break up with him,” you told her nonchalantly. “His ideas are stupid and he’s going to ruin your life.” 

Rolling her eyes, Yeji got up from her seat and straightened her shirt. “I love you, Y/N, but I want you gone from the apartment by the end of the week. It’s not like I’m throwing you out on the streets; Jeno has agreed to let you crash at his place.”

“I don’t see the difference,” you deadpanned.

Yeji gave you a pointed look. “Goodbye, Y/N. I’ll see you after class tonight and we’ll talk about packing.” 

With that, she was gone, leaving a very pleased Jeno alone with you. You glanced at him to see him already staring at you with a grin on his face. 

“We’re going to have a lot of fun being roommates, you and I.” 

You wanted to die.

“I am going to fucking kill you, Jaemin!” you screamed, tightening your grip around the lightsaber you had picked up from his room. 

Jaemin’s eyes widened, and he bolted out of his room and towards the living room. You let out a war cry and chased after him, lightsaber held above your head. 

“I’m sorry!” your brother shrieked and dived behind the couch. “I forgot!” 

“Oh, yeah?” you taunted, glaring daggers at his concealed figure. “You better forget about wanting to move in with Yeji too! I’m not moving out for your irresponsible ass!”

You prepared yourself to run towards the couch and jump off the edge to get to Jaemin. However, the moment you stepped on the plush cushion, an arm was around your waist, and you were suddenly in the air. 

“Easy, princess,” Jeno chuckled into your ear. “Wouldn’t want you to trip and hit your head, would we? You’re unhinged enough.”

“Let go of me, Lee!” you snapped, struggling in his hold. Jaemin peeked from behind the sofa, and upon seeing you trapped by Jeno, darted out of the house. 

“Thanks, bro. I owe you one.” He mock-saluted his best friend and closed the apartment door shut, leaving you and Jeno alone. 

You let out a groan of frustration and tried to get out of Jeno’s arms. “Let me go! I need to chase after him,” you yelled.

He tightened his grip around you, pulling you against his chest. “Not until you promise to ditch the lightsaber. Can’t have you running around the building with that in your hands. You’re going to be living with me soon and I’d rather not be referred to as the guy rooming with the crazy lightsaber girl.”

“I’m not going to live with you,” you scoffed. Letting go of the toy, you glanced up at him. “I dropped it; can you get your hands off me now?”

Jeno raised a sculpted eyebrow. “Really? Where exactly are you going to live then? You do realise you won’t find an apartment in four days, right?”

“I’m going to kill Jaemin,” you replied simply. “I won't need to find a new apartment if he’s out of the way.”

“Your love for your brother is so evident.”

“I know.” 

A beat of silence followed your dry answer, and that was when you noticed the proximity between you and Jeno. You were completely pressed up against him, his arms still holding you to him. You could feel his chiselled abdomen, and his face was so, so close. 

He was back hugging you. 

The moment the thought sunk in, you shoved him away and averted your gaze. Clearing your throat, you went down on your knees and picked up the lightsaber. “I don’t care about your reputation; I’m going to go beat up Jaemin with this stick and then go apartment hunting.”

“Nice. You’ve got your priorities set straight.” 

You tilted your neck to glower at Jeno. His hands were shoved inside his pant pockets, and he was smiling softly at you. You stuck your tongue at him and turned on your heels, marching out of the apartment to begin your search for Jaemin. 

You didn’t realise your heart had been beating rapidly inside your chest until it had slowed down.  

No, there was no way Jeno was having any effect on you. Not when you had spent years trying to build an immunity to his charm. Not when he wasn’t even trying to be charming back at his and Jaemin’s shared space. 

You chose to believe that the only reason your heart was racing was that you were angry at your brother. Because you were angry at Jeno for confining you in his embrace and not allowing you to run after him. Because you had to move out and sacrifice your comfort for your loved ones’ happiness. Because the news had been sprung on you without any warning, and it made you feel vulnerable. 

There was no way you were starting to feel anything but dislike for Jeno. 

No fucking way.

“So,” Yeji popped. “Find a decent place yet?” 

You shot her a look as you shrugged off your coat and threw it on a chair. Kicking your shoes off too, you plopped down on the sofa beside her. “Not yet, but I will find one soon.”

Yeji rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the TV again. “When? You’re moving out tomorrow.”

“I'm moving out tomorrow afternoon,” you corrected her. “I’ll have a few hours to search for a new apartment.” 

She hummed absent-mindedly. “Sure.”

“Sure,” you mimicked under your breath and put your fingers inside the bowl in her hands. “The least you could do is help me find a new apartment,” you grumbled, your mouth full of potato chips. “I wouldn’t have to move out if it weren’t for you and Jaemin.”

You scowled at the mention of your brother. You’d found him cowering behind the building dumpsters earlier that day and had beat him up. 

He’d fought back and tried to land a few blows too, but he was no match for you. You hoped he was licking his wounds and vowing to himself that he would never make such a mistake again. 

“What the fuck are you on?” Yeji deadpanned, finally looking at you. “I literally packed all your shit for you because you refused to. And you already have an apartment, which means I practically did everything for you.”

“I’m not staying at Jeno’s!” you exclaimed. 

“Why?!” she cried. “What’s the big deal? You’ve known him since before you’ve known me. Sure, he flirts more than what’s considered normal, but he cares about you a lot and would never hurt you.”

You opened your mouth to protest but closed it when no words came out. You hated to admit it, but Yeji was right. For all his annoying antics, Jeno was not a bad guy. 

But she didn’t know what you did. Back when you were in middle school and Jeno was in high school, you had a huge crush on him. The kind that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach at the mere sight of him. 

The kind that had you dreaming about going on cute dates with him. The kind that had you smiling and feeling giddy out of nowhere. 

It was an innocent crush harboured by your innocent and naive past self. 

Like most people, Jeno changed when he entered high school. Puberty hit him like a truck, and he was suddenly the hot topic at school. The undivided attention and God-like treatment he received got to his head. 

He grew cocky and arrogant. He began flirting with multiple people just because he could, and with his pretty privilege always at the ready in his arsenal, he was able to get away with hurting them each time. 

You were just another victim of Jeno’s charm. You didn’t know about his reputation because your grades didn’t share the same buildings, and Jaemin certainly hadn’t bothered to warn you when you began falling for him either.

You decided to confess, mistaking Jeno’s mindless flirting as him genuinely having feelings for you. With a box of chocolates in your hands and shy expression on your face, you gazed through your bedroom window with anticipation, waiting for him to come back from football practice. 

(His house was right next to yours; you’d been neighbours for over five years.)

When you finally saw him approaching your house, your eyes lit up and you got ready to run down the stairs. You wanted to catch him before he could go inside his home. 

But then you noticed someone else was with him, holding his hand and clinging onto his arm like their life depended on it. Upon closer inspection, you realised it was a girl. 

Jeno was with a girl.

They looked like they were having fun together. Jeno was smiling at her with that adorable smile of his—the same one that made you fall for him in the first place. The box of chocolates slipped from your hands and so did the smile on your face when he pressed a kiss to her cheek, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. 

Your heart was broken for the first time that day. It didn’t take a lot of time for you to figure everything out after witnessing the scene, and you’ve resented him ever since.  

You tried cutting Jeno off by distancing yourself, but it was impossible not to run into him when he was always hanging out at your place. 

So, you started giving him the cold shoulder. You snapped at him whenever he tried to talk to you. You insulted him every chance you got, not being able to keep your anger to yourself.

Jeno, to your surprise, asked you what was wrong. He asked you what had changed and what suddenly made you dislike him. He tried to make it up to you despite not knowing what he had done to piss you off in the first place. 

Your answer was giving him the silent treatment and blowing him off. You weren’t stupid—no way in hell were you going to tell him the real reason behind your actions. It would have only made you come off as a pathetic loser who couldn’t move on and held petty grudges. 

Eventually, he accepted defeat and stopped trying to get you to like him again. 

It wasn’t until nearly a year later that you realised why you’d been so affected by Jeno’s rejection-but-not-really-a-rejection.

You’d been in love with him. 

Lee Jeno had been your first love. 

And you hadn’t resented him for kissing the girl. No, you were angry at yourself for falling for someone like him and getting your heart broken in the process. You were just taking it all out on him because you didn’t know how else to deal with your feelings. 

You knew it wasn’t fair to Jeno, but it wasn’t like you could just make things go back to the way they were before. So, you kept up your charade until the line between pretence and reality began thinning and finally disappeared. 

Being rude and sarcastic to Lee Jeno was like breathing. It came to you naturally and occurred involuntarily. 

“Earth to Y/N.” Yeji snapped her fingers in front of your face, jolting you out of your reverie. 

You scrunched your nose when the salt from the chips flew into your eyes. Slapping her hand away, you asked, “What?” 

“I said we should sleep. It’s already past ten and we need to get up early tomorrow.” 

You nodded, getting up from the sofa. “You go ahead. There’s something I have to do first.”

Yeji looked at you quizzically but smiled softly and squeezed your shoulder when she realised what you meant. “Take all the time you need.”

Once she was gone, you took a deep breath and looked around your apartment. The living room was messy since both of you had been too busy to wind it up. Your coat had slipped from the chair and fallen to the floor. Yeji’s laptop was lying on the centre table along with a bunch of books that were haphazardly spread around it.

You averted your eyes to the kitchen. Plates were piling up in the sink and there were a lot of coffee cups lying around. The small dining table was crowded with packaged food and unwashed laundry, crumbs of food surrounding them. 

A small part of you was satisfied knowing you wouldn’t have to clean your disgusting apartment. 

Not yours, a voice in your head popped. Not anymore. 

You sighed, taking everything in for the last time. Yeji and Jaemin were moving on to better things. They were making decisions that were good for them and brought them happiness. You weren’t going to stand in the way of that. 

Maybe this change was good for you too. Maybe, just maybe, you were moving on to better things too. 

Everything about the day sucked. 

You did not find an apartment, the movers were at your old one an hour early, Yeji called and screamed in your ear to inform you of the same, you scraped your knee while hurriedly making your way back to it to stop them from taking all your stuff to Jeno’s, and now, half an hour later, your room was set up and the bane of your existence was staring at you with a smirk on his face. 

“You lose,” he commented. “Time to be roomies.”

“I will fucking castrate you,” you snapped, still panting from all the running you had done after you missed your bus. “Who organised my room?”

“Yeji did. She left a paper on the study table that has instructions about where everything is.”

You raised an eyebrow, frowning appreciatively. You had to say, Yeji had done an excellent job at setting up your new room. The bed was pressed against the wall and your study table was placed in front of the window, just like you preferred. She had even taken the efforts to decorate the wall above your bed with fairy lights and polaroids of your friend group.  

You weren’t surprised at all; you expected nothing less from your interior design major friend. Plus, you were pretty sure she felt guilty for kicking you out and had gone out of her way to make your room look pretty as a way of saying sorry. 

Apology accepted, you thought to yourself, thoroughly impressed. 

“Where are Yeji and Jaemin?” you asked, turning to face Jeno. He was leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. You promptly ignored the way his biceps bulged and strained against his shirt sleeves. 

Meeting your gaze, Jeno answered, “They went back to your old apartment to move Jaemin’s stuff. Yeji said we should come over to help as soon as—wait, is that blood staining your jeans?”

You scrunched your nose. “What?”

He dropped to the floor, reaching for your injury. “Did you hurt yourself?” 

Jumping back, you quickly responded, “It’s fine. It’s period blood.”

“Oozing from your knee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and tilting his neck to look up at you. 

“Uh, huh.” 

“Y/N, stop being stupid.” 

You scoffed. “Are you saying that you, a male, know the female anatomy better than me, an actual female?”

Jeno rolled his eyes. “At this point, I think I do. I don’t understand what the big deal is; let me help you out.”

“I don’t want to owe you a favour,” you muttered under your breath. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you didn’t like to depend on people, least of all Lee Jeno. “And I said it’s fine.” 

“It’s not fine!” Jeno gaped. “We need to treat that wound or it’s going to get infected. Look, the impact tore the denim too.”

Indeed, your knee was partly exposed and some of the blood was already dried, making your pants stick to your skin. You cringed. 

“I’ll deal with it,” you reassured him. “You should go and help Jaemin.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeno got to his feet and slipped his hand into yours. Tugging you along with him, he said, “You’re an idiot to think I would even consider leaving you alone to treat yourself. And I promise I won’t make you do anything for me in return,” he added. “Unlike the healthcare in America, Dr. Jeno is at your service for free.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as he made you sit on a chair by the dining table. “As much as I appreciate your lame attempt at cracking a joke to convince me, I’m not a child. It doesn’t even hurt.” 

“You’re not,” he agreed, shuffling through one of the kitchen cupboards and taking out a first aid box. “But no one should have to take care of themselves when they’re hurt. Everyone should have someone they can depend on.”

Your heart constricted. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you muttered, “I literally just said it doesn’t hurt, but yeah, whatever.

Jeno kneeled in front of you again, cutting your jeans up to your knee with a scissor. You winced when he tried to remove the cloth stuck to your skin. 

“Sorry,” he apologised, steadying your leg. “I’m going to dab alcohol on the wound now.”

You closed your eyes and braced yourself, holding your breath. 

“You can hold my hand if you want,” Jeno suggested. “I don’t mind.”

You snorted, opening a single lid. “Yeah, right. Your everyone should have someone bullcrap made sense but I’m not falling for—fuck!”

Your fingers wrapped around Jeno’s free wrist of their own accord, eyes clenching shut again as he pressed the cotton swab on your injury. “Asshole!” you screamed. “Couldn’t you warn me?!”

“I did,” he simply replied, putting his hand on your thigh to hold it down. “You need to stop shaking your leg, Y/N. It’s going to sting a lot more if you don’t; I barely brushed over the gash before.”

Cursing under your breath, you nodded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he continued his manoeuvres. You could tell he was trying to be careful, but it still hurt like a bitch. 

A few minutes later, Jeno popped, “Done.”

Sighing, you opened your eyes and wiped your tears with the palms of your hands. Your knee was neatly dressed, and the blood and grime were gone. You stood up and tried walking to check if the bandage was hindering your mobility. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, meeting Jeno’s gaze. 

He grinned, ruffling your hair. “I told you we’d be great roommates.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to bite back a smile. “It’s too early to come to that conclusion, Lee. Everyone seems great at the start.”

“You can live in denial, or you can embrace facts.” He shrugged. “We’re extremely compatible.”

There it was again—the small pause your heart made before it started racing at the speed of light. Much to your displeasure, it seemed to do that action a lot these days around Jeno.  

“In your dreams, lover boy,” you snickered. 

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he drawled, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. “I can assure you that it does. A lot.”

Your cheeks flared. “Just—just wind up the fucking first aid kit so that we can leave.”

Jeno laughed as you turned on your heels and stormed back into your room, slamming the door shut behind you. You leaned against it, trying to calm yourself down. 

Spending time with Jeno always tested your control and pushed your limits. It always made you question your sanity. He was literally the most infuriating person you had ever had the misfortune of meeting. Living with him wasn’t going to be easy, you’d known. 

You just hadn’t realised it was going to be so hard. 

Contrary to what you had thought nearly two weeks ago, living with Jeno was turning out to be rather fun. 

He’d kept his word—the two of you were having a great time together. Save for the constant flirting and childish bickering, Jeno was turning out to be the perfect roommate. 

Not only was he organised (something you hadn’t expected him to be) but was also a great cook and amazing at giving advice (not that you’d asked him to give it to you; he was just nosy). 

No wonder Jaemin had never complained about living with the boy. Jeno cooked five out of seven days, and on weekends, the two of you ordered takeout. 

You had offered to cook sometime during your second week of living with him, feeling guilty that he was doing all the work. 

Jeno had looked at you with disbelief, a whirring hand blender in one hand that was splattering cream on his face, and a bowl in the other. “Let you in my kitchen and touch my high-end equipment? Over my fucking dead body.”

Never in your life had you imagined you would get to witness Lee Jeno become possessive and lose his calm over a kitchen. And it wasn’t like you were a terrible chef! 

Jeno had promptly reminded you that you had baked an omelette when you were a teenager. 

You had taken the liberty of seeing yourself out after that. 

For some reason, Jeno insisted on going grocery shopping together. You told him it was a stupid idea—your schedules were different, and it would require a lot of planning to decide on a time when you were both free. 

“You don’t need to worry about that.” He waved you away. “I’ll make time. When are you free?”

Since both your classes for the day were over, the two of you were relaxing in the living room. 

“On Sunday? But I’d rather unwind than do chores on the one day I get off. I guess I’m free on—oh, come on! That’s not what I meant! Get your head out of the gutter and stop smirking!”

Jeno wiggled his eyebrows. “You don’t need to lie to me. I don’t judge; we all have our needs.”

You scrunched your nose in disgust. “You’re impossible. Go fuck yourself.”

“I thought that’s what you did—”

You didn’t even wait for him to finish the sentence. You just picked up a couch cushion and hurled it at his head with all your might. 

He dodged easily, laughing. 

Throwing a glare his way, you got up from your seat to go back to your bedroom. “What are you? A middle schooler stuck in a college student’s body?”

Jeno laughed again, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to stop you from leaving. “You’re too uptight, Y/N. This is why no one invites you to parties. You’re a huge party pooper.”

“You invite me to all of yours,” you retorted. 

“You’re my best friend’s sister. I have to.”

You didn’t know why, but hearing Jeno say that hurt. A lot more than you would have liked to admit. 

“Yeah, well, you don’t need to tolerate me just because I’m related to Jaemin,” you said bitterly. “You can always just leave me alone.”

“Hey.” Jeno’s grip tightened around your hand and his voice softened, all amusement gone from his face. “That’s not what I meant. I was just joking.”

You didn’t allow yourself to believe him. Looking away, you swallowed. “Right.”

“You think I would constantly bother you and seek you out if interacting with you was just an obligation?” he asked, eyes still on you. “You think I would let you move in with me if I didn’t like you?”

The doorbell rang, and you sent a silent thank you to the Gods for sparing you from coming up with an answer and letting your mind drift to places you had no interest in visiting.

Wrenching your hand out of Jeno’s, you walked to the door. Through the peephole, you could see a petite, middle-aged woman standing outside. 

The landlady. You had completely forgotten that she was going to drop by to meet you. 

You forced a grin on your face and unlocked the bolt. “Mrs. Kim! Come inside, please. I’m Y/N, the new tenant.”

She smiled at you warmly and acknowledged Jeno with a small nod. “You’re Jaemin’s sister?”

“I am,” you confirmed as Mrs. Kim took a seat on the couch. “We swapped apartments because he wanted to move in with his girlfriend. She was my roommate,” you added for clarity.

“Ah, yes, I was told. So, what’s the deal with you two?”

You blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Are you and Jeno dating?”

Before you could answer, Jeno stepped beside you and intertwined your hands. “We are.”

Your neck snapped to the side, shock evident on your face. “What?!” 

“Three months,” he continued, completely ignoring you. “It’s getting pretty serious.”

You opened your mouth to deny his lies, but Jeno squeezed your hand in warning. You hissed in pain, glaring at him. 

Mrs. Kim beamed. “That’s a relief!” And then explained upon seeing your confusion, “Tenants of the opposite sex aren’t allowed to stay together unless they’re involved. There was an issue a few years back that forced the building committee to make the decision. It’s good to know I won’t have to terminate your contract. Jeno’s one of the best tenants I’ve had in the ten years that I’ve been renting out this apartment.”

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Kim,” said boy replied politely. You were too busy suffering from a heart attack to give a reaction. Everything was happening too fast for you to keep up. 

“I’ll take my leave then.” The landlady rose. “Rent is due on the tenth of every month. Have a nice stay,” she said, looking at you. 

You nodded numbly, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to have a nice stay after what had just been revealed. 

Once Mrs. Kim was out the door, you whirled around to face Jeno. He cringed and went into a defensive stance immediately. 

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you tugged him downwards and shoved your face into his. “When were you going to tell me?”

“Um. Never...?”

“Lee Jeno!” 

“I’m sorry, okay? I know I should have told you before, but I didn’t know she was going to visit today! I would have informed you if you had told me!”

You narrowed your eyes, your voice going deathly soft as you said, “Are you saying this is my fault?”

“No!” Jeno replied quickly. “It’s just—” he sighed— “I’m sorry. Can we not make a big deal out of this?”

You shoved him away and laughed hysterically. “Not make a big deal? I was single and ready to mingle a minute ago, and now I’m dating you! Of course, I’m going to make a big deal!” 

“Come on, Y/N.” Jeno snorted. “We both know you aren’t a mingler. And women get on their knees to date me.” 

Your harsh glare had him recoiling. “This isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be,” he tried again. “Mrs. Kim doesn’t even stay in the building! She only comes here on the tenth of every month to collect the rent because she prefers cash. We don’t need to pretend to be a couple or do any of the lovey-dovey stuff in front of her.”

You paused. Jeno was right; it didn’t sound that bad. You were just lying to your gullible landlady, not being forced to display physical intimacy with him to convince her. She had believed that the two of you were dating without a doubt. 

“If this comes back to bite us in the ass, I’m blaming you,” you warned him. Then added, “And I’m throwing you under the bus.”

Jeno released a sigh of relief and promised, “It won’t.”

You decided you were never going to trust Lee Jeno again. 

“Psst,” you hissed and tugged on Jeno’s sleeve, eyes trained on the figure that was on the far end of the same aisle you were in. “Mrs. Kim is here.”

He removed his gaze from the grocery list in his hand and looked at you. “What?”

“She’s here!” you whisper-shouted and discreetly pointed at her. “Look.”

“Y/N!” Jeno exclaimed and wrapped his hand around your finger, shooting it down. “Stop pointing!”

You ignored him. “We need to leave.”

He rolled his eyes. “You need to stop overreacting. So what if she’s here? So what if she sees us? Couples go grocery shopping all the time.”

“I know they do, you stupid fuck,” you deadpanned. “That’s not the reason I’m worried. What if she makes us kiss or something?”

Jeno flicked your forehead and replied, “You are the stupid fuck. Do you really think she’s going to make us profess our love for each other in a random supermarket aisle?”

Okay, so maybe you were the stupid fuck. “Fine,” you finally said. 

“Ah! Jeno and Y/N. What a surprise!” a voice chirped. 

You turned around to see Mrs. Kim smiling at the two of you. “Hello,” you greeted and bowed. “Nice to see you.”

“You too. Well, I’ll be on my way now and leave you to it. I just wanted to stop by to say hello.”

You watched her wave you goodbye and walk away. “I think I was overreacting,” you mused. 

Jeno snorted. “No shit.”

You smacked his shoulder and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt again, your free hand pushing the shopping cart in front of you. “Shut up and let’s go. I need tampons.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Jeno asked, “Is it that time of the month? Is that why you were being so bitchy to me yesterday?”

You shot a glare his way. “Men need to stop asking women if they’re on their period just because they’re being emotional. The former is essentially invalidating the latter’s feelings by asking that question.”

“You started crying and told me to jump off the balcony because I ate your pastry,” Jeno said with a straight face. 

Your cheeks warmed. “You had no right to eat it since I was the one who bought it!” you exclaimed. “And I only cried because I hadn’t eaten in twelve hours and looking forward to eating the pastry was the only thing keeping me going.”

Jeno let slip an amused smile as the two of you finally reached the toiletries aisle and came to a stop. “Valid. But I did cook lasagne for you as an apology later on.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, surveying the shelves to find your preferred brand. 

Your heart had warmed at the sweet gesture Jeno had made the previous night. One would have uttered a half-assed sorry for having eaten their roommate’s food and moved on. 

But not Jeno. He had prepared a hot meal for you and had gone as far as sitting with you on the dining table in case you needed second servings, providing company, and telling you about how his day went. 

And it wasn’t just about yesterday. Jeno was the most caring and considerate person you had ever met. He always draped a blanket on top of you when you fell asleep on the couch. Not once did he refuse to let you sleep in the same bed as him when you were suffering from one of your nightmares. 

You got food poisoning about a month ago, and Jeno stayed up all night holding your hair back as you hurled the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. He even gave you the homemade medicine his mother used to give him to reduce his stomach ache when he was a kid so you could sleep through the night. 

You were finding it harder and harder to keep disliking him, and you were too much of a coward to explore the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong about him the entire time. 

“And I’m not on my period. I need to have extras because my menstrual cycle can get irregular sometimes,” you explained. “It’s not like I live with a girl anymore. I can’t just knock on my roommate’s door if I start bleeding in the middle of the night and ask for tampons because I’m out of stock.”

“I understand. It’s always wise to be prepared.” Jeno nodded, adding, “Though you can always knock on my door if you’re having a midnight crisis and need help.” 

You dropped the packet of tampons in your shopping cart and raised an eyebrow. “Be careful of what you promise, Lee. Craving ice cream at midnight and not having any in the fridge when I’m on my period also counts as a crisis.”

“Then I’ll get it for you,” he replied nonchalantly and shrugged. “I would do anything for you.” 

The way Jeno said it—without any hesitation and with full honesty—brought your heart to a standstill. There were no signs of his flirty demeanour, and you could tell he meant every word. 

You swallowed. “Thanks—”

Jeno swore, his eyes widening.

You frowned and followed his line of vision to see a pretty girl turning the corner to the toiletries aisle. She was still far away and hadn’t noticed you by the looks of it. “What?”

“One of my exes,” he hurriedly explained, gaze darting around in urgency. “I don’t want to run into her. We need to leave!”

“We’re in the middle of the aisle and she’s approaching us. She’s going to notice you,” you pointed out. 

“You think?!” Jeno hissed under his breath. He opened his mouth to say something more but paused when his eyes locked on something behind you. “Janitor’s closet,” he breathed. “Let’s go.”

Without waiting for a reply, he gripped your elbow and tugged you along with him. Throwing the door open to the cramped space, Jeno pushed you inside and pressed himself against you. The entrance closed shut and you were plunged into darkness. 

“Why did you take me along with you?” you demanded immediately, your body flush against his and face dangerously close to the crook of his neck.

Jeno was practically caging you with his figure, both his hands braced on the wall on either side of your head. Your own hands were on his chest, preventing him from putting all his weight on you. 

He shivered, and it dawned on you that your hot breath was probably fanning his neck. Embarrassed, you tried moving your face away. 

However, things were only made worse when your nose accidentally grazed his skin, causing goosebumps to erupt across it. 

You froze. 

“Stop moving,” Jeno ground out breathlessly. “Stop moving. Please.”

You gulped, doing as you were told. You didn’t dare breathe normally, inhaling minimal amounts of air and taking care to not exhale on Jeno’s skin again. 

“I dated her five months back,” he said after a moment. “I thought it would be nice to try to date someone and see what being in a relationship felt like after having had nothing but flings my entire life. We went out for a week till I couldn’t take it anymore. She had issues and got very possessive and insecure. She accused me of cheating on her with Yeji just because I greeted her with a friendly hug when we ran into her on the street.

“I told her there was nothing between us and that Yeji and Jaemin were dating, but she wasn’t ready to believe me. She kept insisting that there was something going on. I dumped her when she said I had no morals and that I would mess around with my best friend’s girlfriend just for kicks.”

You didn’t know what to say. Jeno had never talked to you about any of his lovers, and to now have him open up to you and tell you about his failed attempt at seeking a relationship… 

You simply replied, “Lee Jeno has bad taste in women. Who would’ve known?” 

A laugh rumbled out of him. “That’s not true. I flirt with you all the time, and I never flirt with women who aren’t my taste. That was just one bad call.”

You snorted, finally shifting and craning your neck to look up at him. “Let’s just settle on you having a bad taste in women except for me.”

Jeno grinned, resting his forehead against yours. “I like that.”

Time seemed to come to a stop as you looked into his eyes. You were suddenly made acutely aware of the proximity between the two of you. 

What surprised you was that you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind being nose-to-nose with him and having your body pressed against his. You didn’t mind having him look at you like he wanted to kiss you. 

Jeno’s gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and then back up. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes as he started closing the distance between your mouths. 

However, before anything could happen, the door to the janitor’s closet was wrenched open. 

“Customers are not allowed in the janitor’s closet,” a woman’s voice said. “Please come out.” 

Your eyes shot open, and you pushed Jeno out of the small room immediately. “We’re sorry,” you apologised and bowed. 

The woman waved you away. “It’s fine. I just needed a rag.” 

You discreetly glanced at Jeno as she shuffled through the closet. 

And found out he was already looking at you. 

You averted your eyes to the shopping cart immediately, warmth rising to your cheeks from the embarrassment of being caught. A moment later, you gasped. 

“Hey! Your ex stole my strawberry flavoured Oreos!” 

Two weeks had passed since your and Jeno’s almost-kiss in the grocery store. 

Neither of you brought it up and went on with your lives. Even the car ride back home that day wasn’t awkward. Jeno had just conversed with you like he always did.

You were taken aback by his casual demeanour and easy return to normalcy but had brushed it away and played along. 

If he didn’t want to talk about the electricity between the two of you, fine. 

You were fine with pretending he was never going to kiss you. You were fine forgetting the fact that you would have kissed him back. You were fine going back to your usual dynamic.

You were fine ignoring the emotions stirring inside you. You were fine talking to him like you didn’t want to smash your lips against his every time they moved. 

You were fine. 

“Jeno,” you mumbled sleepily from where you were lounging on the couch. “I’m thirsty. Get me water.”

Said boy narrowed his eyes at you. “Get it yourself.” 

It being a Sunday, the two of you were having a Marvel movie marathon. It had become like some sort of roomie tradition in the two months you were living with him. You always spent Sundays together. 

He was sprawled on the other side of the couch, wearing grey sweats and a black hoodie. You were lying next to each other, your legs on one side of his head and his legs on one side of yours. 

“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “Why can’t you get it? I do things for you all the time.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jeno asked, “Oh, yeah? Like what.” 

“Um,” you began, “I washed the utensils last night.”

“You didn’t do that for me. You did that because the arrow on the chore chart landed on your name.” 

“I ordered the pizza some time back.”

“You didn’t do that for me either. You ordered it because you were hungry.”

You scowled. “Fine, I can’t think of anything right now. Just get me some goddamn water, please. It’s rude to refuse someone when they request water, you know.”

His face remained unimpressed, so you added, “I’ll do anything you want if you get me some.” 

A sly smirk took form on Jeno’s lips. “Anything? Wow, you must be feeling very lazy then.”

Rolling your eyes, you poked his shoulder with your foot. “Go.”

“No,” he retorted, lightly nudging your cheek with his own foot. 

“Hey!” you protested, pushing his leg away. “That’s disgusting!”

“You started it.”

“I jabbed your shoulder, not put my fucking foot in your stupid face!” 

“Okay,” he popped, bringing his foot near your face and hovering it above your nose. 

Annoyed, you wrapped your fingers around his ankle and shoved his leg away again. You didn’t give him the chance to annoy you with his foot again and instead pressed your own against his face, covering the entirety of his nose and forehead. 

“How does that feel?” you snickered.

Jeno slapped your leg away and glared daggers at you. You laughed. 

Suddenly, his lips morphed into a smirk, and before you could figure out what was happening, Jeno kicked you off the couch. 

He didn’t hit you hard enough to hurt—it was just a little push—but you had been completely unprepared. 

You toppled over the side and crashed to the floor, a groan leaving your mouth as pain shot up your body. 

Your temper flared when Jeno taunted, “How does that feel?”

“You motherfucker!” you growled, ignoring the dull throbbing in your abdomen and pushing yourself to your feet. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” 

His eyes widened, and he jumped off the couch at the exact moment you hurled yourself at him. Your face smashed against the cushions. 

Jeno let out a barely restrained wheeze at the sight—one that transformed into a yelp not even a moment later as you charged at him. 

Dodging you again, he made a beeline for the bedrooms. You ran after him, almost tripping on a bathmat that was placed outside the toilet. 

You wedged your knee between Jeno's room’s door and its frame right as he made to slam it shut. 

You pushed at it with all your might but were met with just as much force from the other side. 

“How are you as strong as me?!” Jeno exclaimed when the door began opening instead of closing. 

You clicked your tongue at his words. “As strong as you? I grew up with a brother, lover boy. I’m stronger.” 

You gave the door one last push, squeezing through when there was enough space for your body. 

Jeno jumped away, taking a step backward as you took one forward. Laughing nervously, he asked, “Irrelevant, but you sounded very sexy saying you were stronger than me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ah, yes, hearing the truth is rather sexy.”

The back of Jeno’s knees finally hit the edge of his bed and you smiled evilly. Cracking your knuckles, you said, “Nowhere to go.”

“Okay, I get that you’re trying to scare me, but all you’re doing is turning me on.”

You paused. “What? But Jaemin was always intimidated by this.”

Jeno snorted. “Well, he’s your brother so it can’t really affect him in the way it’s affecting me. It would be very, very disturbing if it did.” 

Your cheeks heated, and you squeaked, “Oh.” 

Chuckling, Jeno took a step towards you and tucked a stray strand of your messy hair behind your ear. “You’re cute.”

You looked into his eyes, taking in the way they twinkled with the remnants of his laughter. You found yourself drowning in them—found yourself wanting to drown in them.

With a jolt, you realised you never got over him. Jeno had been and still was your first love.  

Noting the change in your expression, the wide smile on his face transformed into something softer. The hand he had brought up to get your hair out of your face went to your cheek to cup it. 

Brushing his thumb against your cheekbone, Jeno started lowering his face to yours. But before his lips could meet yours, the shrill ring of the doorbell reverberated through the house. 

The pizza. 

Jeno halted and then began pulling away to go answer the door. You didn’t allow him to leave you though.

No, you were done waiting for him to kiss you only to be interrupted by people. 

You grabbed the collar of his hoodie and tugged him towards you, smashing your mouth against his without a moment’s hesitance. Jeno’s hands remained suspended in the air, his lips unmoving against yours. 

It didn’t take more than a second for him to get over the initial shock of your sudden bold move. 

Jeno’s hand cupped your cheek again, the other one going to the small of your back to press you closer against him. You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your mouth harder against his. 

A thousand emotions exploded inside you, the intensity of how much you had been craving him hitting you like a giant wave. 

Tilting his neck to the side, Jeno deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped over your lower lip in silent request. You obliged and opened your mouth for him, allowing him to take complete control. 

Jeno kissed you with the kind of passion and desperation you’d only read about in romance novels. The way he was holding you and the way his lips were moving with yours in perfect sync had you going weak in your knees. 

You stumbled back when Jeno’s kiss turned hungrier. Your back hit the wall at the same time the doorbell rang again. 

Both of you ignored it, but Jeno paused long enough to whisper into your mouth, “Jump.”

Your heart lurched out of your chest and a shiver ran down your spine at how deep and hoarse his voice had become. You did as you were told and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

Jeno placed his palms on the underside of your thighs and hoisted you upwards. You were towering over him now, which meant you could easily control the kiss if you wanted. 

And you did. 

You ran your hands through his hair and tugged at the silky strands, eliciting a groan from him. Not wasting any time, you took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth.  

It was time Lee Jeno knew you were a great kisser. 

However, before you could do anything and before things could escalate, a voice thundered, “I can hear the TV inside, so I know you’re home! Open this door right now or I will splatter the pizza on your goddamn threshold!” 

You winced and pulled away, glancing at the door. “I guess we should get that.”

A vein twitched in Jeno’s forehead at the interruption, but he sighed and put you down again. “This isn’t over.”

You shivered at his tone and wrapped your arms around yourself. As much as you didn’t want it to be over, there were things you and Jeno needed to discuss. 

History you needed to talk about, and misunderstandings you needed to clear. 

“I think—I think we need to talk. Before anything else happens,” you said quietly. 

Jeno’s gaze softened, the desire swirling in his orbs beginning to dissipate. “Yeah. We do—”

“Okay, that is it! I fucking quit this stupid ass job. I am so tired of people treating me like absolute shit. Fuck you!”

The sound of the door being kicked and something squishing followed the delivery boy’s outburst. 

You glanced at Jeno. “I don’t think he was bluffing about splattering our pizza.”

“No, he wasn’t,” he agreed. “I’m not cleaning that.”

“Hey! I let you kiss me!”

Jeno scoffed and raised an eyebrow in amusement. “You didn’t let me kiss you. You made me kiss you.”

You passed him a dirty look. “Like you didn’t kiss me back and enjoy it.”

Grinning, Jeno said, “That was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. You’ve truly outdone yourself, Y/N.” 

“You’ve always underestimated me, Lee. You should probably clean the mess outside our door as an apology.”

“How kind of you to allow me to make it up to you.” He rolled his eyes. 

You laughed and looped your arm through his. “Let’s go. I’ll help you out.”

You weren’t big on talking about the past or your feelings.  

You didn’t like thinking about the former a lot. Yes, you were sort of petty and held grudges but that was different.

Whereas for the latter... you’d tried talking about them to your parents when you were in high school, but it had ended up in a huge argument instead of a healthy discussion. 

You were already an extremely reserved and closed-off person, and to have your feelings invalidated by the very people who gave birth to you had been like a dagger to your heart. You’d almost run away from home that night.

You never tried opening up to anyone again. Not to your brother and not even to Yeji. 

But somehow, Jeno had wormed his way into your heart in the matter of a few months. Somehow, he had broken past your barriers and changed your entire opinion of him.

“Why did you push me away?” 

Okay, so maybe telling Jeno you needed to talk was not a good idea. Something about finally confessing to him made you want to hide under your blanket. Perhaps you were embarrassed and slightly scared—how do you tell someone you’ve behaved with so rudely that you loved them?   

You laughed nervously. “How about I ask you stuff first? Ladies first, am I right?”

To be honest, you had nothing you wanted to ask him. All you wanted to do was give him the explanation he deserved but talking about the past was turning out to be harder than you thought. 

Jeno leaned back in his seat and crossed his hands over his chest. The two of you were back on the couch, done with cleaning the pizza spilled on your threshold. 

A blanket was draped over your lap and the TV was finally switched off. You’d never seen Jeno so serious, and while you weren’t intimidated, it felt weird not seeing a goofy smile on his face. 

“This is not going to work unless you’re willing to talk, Y/N,” he said. “You can ask your questions later. Answer mine first.”

You took a shuddering breath and nodded, tearing your gaze from him. You couldn’t confess when he was looking at you like that—like you and what you wanted to say were the only things that mattered.

“Uh,” you began, licking your lips. “I—I liked you.”

Not the truth, but not a lie either. Technically, you had liked him. Technically, you had pushed him away because he didn’t like you back. You’d only realised you loved him a year later. 

“Let me get this straight.” Jeno furrowed his eyebrows, leaning forward. “You pushed me away because you liked me?” 

You blushed. God, explaining this was so much more embarrassing than you had thought. 

“Back when I was in eighth grade, I really liked you. And I thought you liked me back. I was going to confess, but then I saw you flirting and laughing with this girl outside my house one day, and realised I was no different than her. I had fallen for your words just like she had. You had just been flirting with me as you had been with her. You didn’t actually have any feelings for me. The realisation sort of knocked me off my feet. I couldn’t believe I had been so naive. I couldn’t believe I was stupid enough to not be able to differentiate between flirting and modesty. I couldn’t believe I allowed myself to be vulnerable. I couldn’t believe I let myself think you felt something for me. 

“I wasn’t as angry at you as I was at myself. I just—I just took it all out on you. I realised a little too late that I was being unfair. That it wasn’t your fault you didn’t feel anything for me. We cannot control things like that; the heart wants what it wants.

“I didn’t particularly like pushing you away, but it was just easier to hate you than explain everything. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t tell if Jeno was still breathing by the time you were done. There was a faraway look in his eyes, and he was clutching a pillow in his lap, his knuckles near white.  

“Say something,” you pleaded. The silence was deafening, and he wasn’t reacting. It was almost like Jeno’s entire body had turned to stone. 

He finally looked at you. “You liked me,” he whispered. “You liked me in eighth grade.”

He deserved the complete truth, you decided. It didn’t matter if you were scared or nervous. Lee Jeno deserved to know everything. This was going on for way too long and it was time everything was out in the open.

You bit your lip and nodded once. “And then a year later, I realised I had been in love with you.”

Jeno looked like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. “When did you get over me?” he asked with much difficulty, his voice hoarse. 

“I didn’t,” you said quietly. You didn’t have the courage to look for his reaction, so you stared at your lap instead. “I thought I did, but after rooming with you and getting to know you in a more personal way, I realised I didn’t.”

You finally looked at him. “I’m still in love with you, Lee Jeno.” 

Jeno’s hands were shaking, and his face had turned pale. “You’re in love with me.” 

“I am.”

He laughed in disbelief, running his hand through his hair. “I can’t believe this. You love me. You’ve been in love with me ever since I have been in love with you and—” 

“What?” you breathed, your heart stopping inside your chest. “What did you just say?” 

Jeno froze, as if he hadn’t really known what he was saying and had only realised what he had let slip when you interrupted him. 

He swallowed, clamping his hands together to stop them from shaking any further. “I’ve been in love with you since tenth grade.” 

“That’s not possible,” you said, shaking your head and getting up from your seat. You took a step away from him, needing more space. “That can’t be. You—you were flirting with that girl and—”

Jeno shook his head, standing up as well. “No, not then. After you began giving me the cold shoulder. After you started pushing me away and began acting like you despised my very existence. It killed me. It killed me to be hated by you. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. I lost sleep trying to figure out what had changed. No one had ever affected me so much. I thought—I thought it was because you were Jaemin’s sister. I thought it was because I didn’t want someone I had grown up with to hate me. But when you went to the school dance with that piece of shit boy from ninth grade… I knew. I knew I loved you. I didn’t know when and how those feelings had developed, but I knew I loved you and you didn’t love me back.”

There were tears forming in Jeno’s eyes and he was shaking all over. You didn’t think it was possible for him to break your heart again, but the sight of him being so vulnerable—it cleaved your heart in two.  

“I got so jealous that day because he was the one touching you and holding you and dancing with you, not me. And when he kissed some other girl behind the bleachers while you waited for him… I lost it. I dragged him to an empty classroom and beat the shit out of him for taking you for granted.” 

You were gaping. You had no idea about any of this. You remembered being stood up by the boy who took you to the dance. He had gone to get you soda but had never come back. Instead, Donghyuck, one of Jeno’s friends had come to inform you that he would be taking you back home. 

“And now that you’ve told me about—about everything, I realise I took you for granted too. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say. What to think.  

“But,” you said after a long while. “But you kept flirting with other women. Kept hooking up with them. If you loved me the entire time… why?”

Jeno laughed bitterly. “You hated me, Y/N. I had feelings for you, yes, but at the end of the day, none of them mattered. I thought things were never going to go back to the way they were before. All those women, those meaningless hook-ups—they were distractions. A way for me to get over you. But I never did. I couldn’t even stomach getting into a real relationship with someone else while I was still in love with you. Not only would that be unfair to them, but it would be to me too. I completely gave up trying to move on after my first and only failed relationship. Annoying you was the only way I could get you to talk to me. And I was content having that little bit of interaction. I couldn’t have survived the silent treatment again.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes. You had to hold onto the wall beside you to keep from sliding down to the ground. The weight of his revelations was crushing you. 

Lee Jeno had broken your heart once, but you had broken his over and over and over again. All because of a few misunderstandings and some miscommunication. 

“I—I don’t know what to say,” you whispered. “I had no idea.” 

“You don’t need to say anything,” he said softly, taking a step towards you. “We made mistakes, and I think we can learn from them. I think we can try to be better in the future. If there is one.” 

Even after everything that had come out in the open, even after everything you had confessed, there was uncertainty in Jeno’s eyes. 

As if he still didn’t believe you could be his. 

You crossed the distance between the two of you in two long steps and cupped his cheeks in both hands.

“There is,” you whispered and stood on your tiptoes, placing your lips on his.  

The action seemed to snap some kind of hold Jeno had on himself. A small whimper left his mouth, and he wrapped his hands around you, pulling you impossibly closer. 

You put an arm around Jeno’s neck and pressed your mouth harder against his. 

However, he detached your lips before things could go further and rested his forehead on yours. 

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “So, so much.” 

You smiled, placing a soft butterfly kiss right under his eye. “I love you too.”

“Let me get this straight,” Yeji gaped. “You and Jeno are dating?”

You rolled your eyes. “For the hundredth time, yes.” 

Your entire group was gathered in the cafe you usually hung out at. You and Jeno had decided to invite Yeji and Jaemin for brunch and break the news of your relationship to them. 

It had been a week since the two of you had confessed to each other. You’d spent the remainder of Sunday in each other’s arms and had slept in the same bed every night of the week. As if that much intimacy was not enough, you spent every free moment together. 

You realised you and Jeno had turned into those overly lovey-dovey couples who behaved like they couldn’t live without each other. You used to laugh at them, but now, you didn’t give a flying fuck about being categorised with them. 

You and Jeno had lost so much time already. 

Both of you had thought it would be wise to hold off telling Yeji and Jaemin about your relationship for some time. It was mostly because you didn’t want to tell them what had brought you together. That part of the story was only yours and Jeno’s to know. 

“I still don’t understand how,” Jaemin said. “I mean, yeah, Yeji and I used to tease you guys and say how good you would be together, but we never really thought you would actually start dating.” 

You grinned and looked at Jeno, slipping your hand into his under the table. “Neither did we.”

“Jaemin,” Yeji gasped. “Do you see that? She’s looking at him like she loves him!”

You inwardly cringed. 

“Yeah, uh,” Jeno sheepishly laughed. “She kind of does. And so do I. Love her, I mean. She loves me and I love her.” 

The cupcake Jaemin had picked up to eat slipped out of his hand and tumbled to the ground. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Yeji laughed nervously. “Hold the fuck up. I thought you guys got together so that you could get rid of all the sexual tension between you and because you found each other attractive.”

Before either of you could answer, Jaemin screeched, “Sexual tension?! What sexual tension? Lee Jeno, you better not have fucked my sister—”

“Jaemin!” you snapped, colour rising to your cheeks. “Shut up!”

Laughing, Jeno reassured his best friend, “I haven’t. And don’t worry; I’ll ask you before I make a move.”

You whipped your head to look at Jeno incredulously. “You don’t need to ask Jaemin anything! You want to fuck me, you ask no one but me.” 

Your boyfriend smirked at you, placing a soft kiss on your jaw. “Eager, are we?” 

“Don’t pull that shit in front of me, Jeno,” your brother warned. “Stop touching my sister.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Wow.” Yeji sighed dreamily and clapped her hands together before you could snap at Jaemin. “I’m so glad my ship is finally sailing. I guess it was a good thing Y/N never found an apartment, after all.” 

“Yeah,” Jaemin agreed. “I don’t like the thought of Y/N dating and getting touchy with anyone, but the fact that it’s my best friend makes things easier.” 

“I’m not a kid, Jaemin,” you said exasperatedly. 

“Sure, you are,” he snorted. “You still haven’t had your first kiss.”

You gave your brother a pitiful look. “I hate to break it to you, but I had my first kiss at fourteen. And I’ve kissed a lot of people even after—”

“I can’t listen to this,” Jaemin announced and got up from his seat. “I will not listen to this. I will stay delusional and keep thinking of you as an eight-year-old who needs to be protected by her strong older brother.”

“I handed your ass to you three months back,” you pointed out. 

“I will stay delusional,” Jaemin repeated loudly. “Yeji, let’s go. Y/N is not as innocent as I thought she was. I can’t even look at her right now.” Then, he pointed at you, his eyes still on his own girlfriend. “I will see you again in three to four business days. I hope you think about what you’ve done.”

You rolled your eyes again. 

“And you.” Jaemin moved his finger to point at Jeno. “If you hurt my sister, I will hunt you down and kill you.”

Jeno pressed his lips together to stop them from tugging up in a smile. “Understood, sir.” 

And just like that, your brother marched out of the cafe. Yeji looked at you with an apologetic expression. 

“I can fix him.”

You and Jeno burst into laughter. 

[wintaejk]

Jungkook’s FIC REC | series

Because I spend a lot of time here on tumblr reading fanfictions, I wanted to create my own fic recs. Like that, I can recommend fictions that deserve more recognition and at the same time, if I want to reread one of them, I just have to come here.

Everything on this list is about Jungkook. And of course, all those works have been written by the authors I tagged next to the name of the fictions, they do not belong to me (and if the authors want me to remove their work from my rec, I will).

I also want to thank the authors. I really appreciate all your works and efforts to create all those beautiful stories. I send you all of my love.

I decided to try writing a commentary for each of the stories. I always try to use the right pronouns when talking about the authors, but if I used the wrong ones for you, don’t hesitate to tell me. I will change it in a minute.

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature

The following fictions are all about completed and finished series. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I did.

Complete

— wanted (F) (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six — by @jincherie​

You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.

space au | alien au | royalty au | soulmate au | +56k

Commentary - To be honest, I don’t even know where to start and what to start with.                           But I think I’m simply gonna start with my first thoughts of this story. Because this fiction, I saw it multiple times on many fic recs. And to be completely honest, every single time I saw it, I found the summary attractive and intriguing but something was holding me. Probably the universe. The fear of being unsatisfied and disappointed.                           Because the difficulty with that kind of fiction is to immerse the reader in a universe they don’t know. You then have to describe it enough so that the reader can represent it in their head, but not too much to the point of becoming heavy. And this balance between the ‘enough’ and the ‘not too much’, you find it perfectly in ‘wanted’. I was not only imagining the scenery, I was totally living it. I was seeing everything, I was completely immerged, as if I had been living in that world my whole life.                            Also, the other risk with diving into a fantastic universe is the possibility of writing (or reading) something that has already been done. Yes, I already read stories where the characters are traveling from planet to planet. Yes, I already read love stories between an alien and a human. And yes, I read stories with kings before. However, this story is totally coming from the author’s imagination, or at least that’s the feeling I have. I don’t feel like I’m reading another story with aliens or in the future or a love story between a king and a non-royal reader that eveybody already knows by heart. No, I am reading Rha’s own story, her scenery, her plots, her descriptions... It was coming from her and it was her interpretation of an ‘alien world’ in the future. And I was even more stunned that I was not expecting that at all. It was in definitive a fucking good surprise. If you ask my opinion, I could even imagine it being the next best-seller book and then someone adapting this fiction in the next record-breaker movie.                             Now, let’s talk about the love story. Shit, fuck, damn. I’ve been craving a good love story these past few days and she gave it to me. A slow burn with a good amount of actions between the two characters, a flirty and sensual back and forth, a little bit of soulmate au, characters who have a personnality and feel truthful emotions, a last chapter with full on smut... It was for me a delight!                             And can we talk about that smut? Spoiler alert: Rha will make you wait until the very last minute, the very last chapter. And after waiting five long chapters, I personally only had two words for that smut... The. Fuck. I was so scared when I read the warnings and I saw tentacles and triple penetration. I was wondering where the author were bringing us. BUT BUT BUT!!! Holy fuck! I think we need all to respect a minute of silence in memory of the old me who just died. BECAUSE HOLY CRAP I FEEL LIKE A NEW WOMAN. No, but honestly, I am starting a new day tomorrow as a new person. This smut was something else. Never thought tentacles could be that exc.... Okay, I’m stopping now before making a whole essay on that perfect-amount-of-kink smut :)))                             I am going to conclude this lil (lol lmao lmfao) comment by emphasizing the work the author put in that fiction. For me, Rha’s story deserve so much recognition. Because this is clearly one of those fics where you can feel everything has been thought. Everything has an explanation, everything arrives at the perfect moment, everything is followed by a logical event, without being predictable. The plot, the secondary plots, the characters, the details... This author truly has nothing to envy to those ‘famous authors’ like J.K. Rowling, J.R.R. Tolkien, Jane Austen...                             This was not the first fiction she wrote that I read (she actually is the second account writing about bts I followed) and it is not a surprise that I loved so much this story. I am even certain, even if I just finished reading it, that this fiction will be one of those that you remember of, even years and years after you first read them.                              So Rha, if you happen to read this, let me tell you that you have a real talent, and you should keep embracing it! Love you lots, sweetheart, and I’m looking forward your next pieces of art.

— Falling Skies (F) (A) (M) | Prologue ; One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six — by @fortunexkookie​

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

You often wondered how Jiyeon wasn’t bothered by his behavior. In fact, she often seemed to encourage it. What you failed to see was that she was just trying to show you how he reflected your light. Jiyeon had realized he was in love with you even before he did, but of course she knew. It was a twin thing.

So despite the fighting and teasing, you always found yourself drawn back to him. You knew he was one of two constants in your life: the Jeon twins were - and had always been - your one indisputable truth. You were the sun, Jungkook was the moon, and Jiyeon was the sky holding you both up When she died, it ripped a black hole right through you.

friends to enemies | enemies to friends | friends to lovers | +50k

Commentary - I think I will never have the words to express how much I love this story. This fiction has its own place in my heart, and I have the need to come back from time to time to read again and again and again this beautiful piece of work.                          I’m gonna be honest with you. If you don’t like angst, if you don’t want to suffer even a little bit, this fiction is not for you.                          However, you would miss something. And a big something. Yes, your heart will sink, you might even cry but dammit, it is so worth it.                          Plus you will find some comfort in Jungkook and reader’s love story. Who doesn’t love a good ‘enemies to lovers’ at the same time of a ‘friends to lovers’. Did I mention smut? No, I did not yet. SMUT, ladies and gentleman. Good smut.                          In a few words to summarize that all, this is an amazing, wonderful, brilliant masterpiece. Just... go read it.

— Roommates (M) | One ; Two ; Three — by @tayegi​

When you accepted to let Jungkook, your best friend’s younger brother, to live with you, you did not take into account how much he grew up… and became that handsome young man.

roommate au | best friend’s brother | college au | +25k

Commentary - I’m pretty sure I couldn’t count how many times I read that fiction on only one hand.                          This story is the definition of slow-burn itself. As well as a collation of a roommate au, a best friend’s brother au, a friends to lovers au and an older reader. Let me tell you that when Jungkook and reader finally decides to act on that tension, it doesn’t end up in fire, but rathen in a volcanic eruption. And let’s be honest, that is exactly what we are here for.

— Animal (F) (A) (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine — by @cutaepatootie​

“I don’t want to die without telling someone about her,” he says, his voice softening when he says ‘her’. “I don’t want to disappear without the world knowing about her and what she did for me.”

“About her?” the girl frowns.

Maybe his daughter? His sister?

The man turns his head and faces the girl, a soft, distant smile plastered on his lips. The gesture is nostalgic, sad, almost loving.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, the name rolling off his lips softly, just as softly as the waves of the sea roll over the sand. “Her name was Y/N.”

boxer au | flashback au | +115k

Commentary -  I’m not gonna lie, this story, I haven’t read it much. Simply because every single time I read it, I left some parts of my heart behind me.                         You can’t and I promise you that you won’t come out of this fanfiction in one piece. My heart broke the first time I read it. And the second time. And the third time. And this is probably the most I read it. Not that I didn’t like it, on the contrary: it is one of my favorite fictions in here. But there are some stories that you can’t read too many times, because they bring you such a combination of pain and joy, suffering and contentment, sorrow and euphoria that it is hard to handle, that you need some time to heal before reading it again.                          Putting words on what I felt while reading it is hard. I loved the characters, I loved the plot, the different stages of their relationship... And the end! I don’t think I would find someone who wouldn’t want for the end to be different. The last part let me in pain. Literally. I had a knot in my stomach and tears in my eyes. I had to stop two or three times to breathe in before continuing.                           In conclusion, if you love stories full of emotions, just go for that one. I read a lot, like a freaking whole lot. And fuck, this fiction is beautiful. Destructive also, but it is really worth it.

— Bunny Boy (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five — by @parkmuse​

Catching feelings for your sisters friend wasn’t part of your plan.

sister’s best friend | older!reader | virgin!reader | +17k

Commentary - If you have the same taste as me in terms of fictions, you will like this fiction. There’s no complicated plot behind this story, but this is exactly what I loved about it.                          Sometimes, you just need a simple story between the reader and her sister’s best friend. A simple story between two young people pining for each other. A simple story maybe, but with a lot of charm.                          I particurly appreciate this story because of its simplicity. Love is not always complicated and impossible, and it is refreshing to read a story that remins you of that.

— Cream & Sugar (F) (M) | One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six — by @taehyungforreal​

Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

escort au | barista au | enemies to lovers | +36k

Commentary - Cream & Sugar is another gem you can find on tumblr. Every time I read this serie, I fall in love once again with the characters of this stories. They are realistic, genuine and fierce. And this is what I love the most about Ashley’s fictions: the realism she puts in every single one of her work.                          The stories are thought, the psychology of the characters have been analyzed, the plot is consistent. This is not a coincidence I love everything that she writes; she has talent, and you should go read her fictions.                          And if you love slow-burn, sexual tension, and a good enemies to lovers universe, I warmly recommend you to start with this beautiful serie that I read multiple times and that I will continue to read again and again.

— Everything in you (F) (M) | One ; Two — by @jjungkookislife​

Y/n wants a baby, Jungkook is wiiling to help.

best friends to lovers | roommate au | pregnant!reader | +24k

Commentary - If you are looking for a cute and soft Jungkook’s story, I hardly recommend you to not click on this one. And for the others who are ready to give it a go, make sure to prepare your eyes and soul beforehand. This fiction is made of 90% of smut. This is kinky Jungkook asf, this is filth, this is all we like to read. Plus if we add the friends to lovers theme on top of everything else, this fiction can be considered as the holy grail for sinners like me. (But if you consider yourself pure and innocent, I promise the damnation is worth it.)

— the jeon twins (F) (A) ; kookie ending ; jk ending — by @krreader​

jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.

twins!jeon | college au | badboy!jk | nerd!kookie

Commentary - I loved the concet of this fiction. A double ending, so everyone is happy at the end. Plus we have the duality of Jungkook in one fiction: the nerdy part of him vs the iNtErNaTiOnAl PlAyBoY one. And I have to admit that I’m a sucker for both of them. So having them reunited in one fiction is a delight.

— fear is forever (F) (A) | One: fear in your eyes ; Two: forever and a night — by @gukyi​

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy.

werewolf au | strangers to lovers | +8k

Commentary - For some reasons, this story hit me hard.                          I love reading werewolf au, or should I say that I just love everything that is supernatural and magical. But this one was different.                          No crazy smut, no mate au, no pack. At some point, I even thought about Red Riding Hood, but not because the stories are similar. Far from it.                          I didn’t realize it directly, but after a few days, I was still thinking about it, and I could imagine telling that story to my future children. And then I realized why I was associating it to Red Riding Hood.                          This story feels like a fairytale. The famous ones. The ones that you tell your children before they go to sleep. The ones with magic, as much in the story itself as in the way it is written. The ones that make you still think about them days after you first read it. This story is literally a fairytale.

— Cafuné (F) (A) (M) | One ; Two — by @daffodilon​

cafuné - (brazilian portuguese)

“the act of running your fingers through your lover’s hair; among the few words that cannot be directly translated into english”

roommates au | friends to lovers | +19k

Commentary - This fiction is the personification of the friends to lovers au itself.                          You want soft? You will have soft. You want soft smut? You will have soft smut. You want soft smut with Jungkook? Seriously, I don’t know why you still are here reading my bullshit when you could be reading that beautiful baby instead.  

— vaunt (M) | One ; Two — by @yminie​

Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose, and the frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

college au | fratboy!jungkook | enemies to lovers | +18k

Commentary - I only have three words to describe that fiction: big dick Jungkook.                          You want reasons to go read this story? A lot of smut. A good amount of crack. A little bit of fluff to end the story. And also, fuckboy!jungkook; fratboy!jungkook; and Big. Dick. Jungkook.                          You want a little bit more of filth and sin in your life? You are in the right place, that’s all I have to say.

— bad for you (A) (M) | drabble 1 ; drabble 2 ; Epilogue: undressed — by @yoonia​

His whole presence emits sin and danger, and you are not supposed to be attracted to him on the first glance. 

stripper au | bachelorette au | +31k

Commentary - Another fiction that I love reading again from time to time.                          And yes, cheating is wrong. Don’t do it at home kids. But no, I am not ashamed to love that fiction so much.                          I’m a sucker for Jungkook. But I’m a hoe for stripper!Jungkook. Plus the alchemy between reader and Jk is too good to not count that fiction in the top of my list of fictions. You add smut, fluff and the right amount of angst and BAM! You end up with a five stars fiction that you will devour until the very end. 

[sugasgrowl]

The Positive [Prologue]

Hello all! I am finally back from the dead after literally writing this on a whim. My other wips are sobbing in Google docs rn. But alas, I’m starting my period and am emotional and soft for dad!bts. This is by no means a super original concept whatsoever, but I just *clenches fist* needed to write it. This is the beginning of a drabble series that I assume will show the OC and Tae go from estranged friends/a one night stand to parents. Basically, I just wanted an excuse to write Tae with kids. I have no idea how long this will end up being LMFAO.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ?? Friends to lovers? Manwhore to upstanding father? Sorta smutty eventually? There will be angst

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, Taehyung is a fuckboy but at least he owns it, Get it Sandra, mentions of hangovers

Word Count: 1513

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Your brain felt like mush. Like when you were a kid and twisted your swing up just to lift your feet off the ground and spin around and around and around and the world was tilting and swaying before your eyes. The sweltering heat of the soft bed you lay on made your mouth feel just as sweaty as underneath your tits. 

In your barely-alive state, flashes of the night before flickered in your mind. A beautiful face catching in the glare of neon lights. Thumping bass rattling your lungs as you pressed your body against his. Deep kisses that took your breath away, tongues that slid against each other. A warm, eager mouth desperate to explore every inch of you. Burning, honey skin whose heat relaxed you more than the alcohol. And then...pleasure. Mind blowing, blinding white lights bursting behind your eyelids. A fullness you’d never felt before.

You really regretted drinking tequila last night. 

Squirming out from under the heavy down comforter, cool air hit your face. The room around you was dreary gray from the pouring rain--piles of dirty clothes towering in the desk chair and on top of the dresser at the other side of the room barely visible in the overcast veil. Through the blurry grog of sleep, you, unfortunately, could make out the sight of multiple beer and Mountain Dew bottles, as well as an old greasy pizza box. A gaming chair and monitor. Anime posters adorned the walls. You already regretted the decision to choose dick over standards, but it’d just been so long. 

The warm body beside you shifted with a throaty groan. You froze, praying to sweet angel baby Jesus that he wasn’t awake.

Taehyung. An old friend from college who never quite...left. Mentally, anyway. The two of you graduated years prior. Both of you felt the tickle of The Big Three-Oh breathing down your necks. Most of your friend group had moved on to have at least semi-decent Grown Up jobs, but somehow Tae was stuck in the same mindset he had when you were powering through classes with weak and tired prayers for graduating. 

And somehow, four years later, you thought it would be a good idea to fuck him.

You took a deep breath and slowly, carefully eased out of bed to pull on your clothes. The movement made your lower half ache with memories of the night before. Despite throwing back shots like your life depended on it, you could still remember pretty much everything from the previous night. And what you remembered was...fantastic, to put it frankly. Not that you were surprised. Taehyung was a good lay, based on what you heard from most of the girls in your dorm back in the day. 

Tugging your jeans up your legs, you decided that sleeping with your fuckboy friend was not the lowest or most shameful thing that had happened to you. You had been forced to move back home just a few months before, after you quite literally caught your ex in bed with another woman and left his ass in the dream city you’d both run off to to possibly start a life together. This was just a step to climb up from rock bottom. 

“You’re not sneaking off, are you?” Taehyung’s deep voice made you jump.

Half closed, chocolate eyes pinned you to the spot. You wished he didn’t look so damn good. If he was less attractive, you’d be less likely to let this happen again in the future. 

You sent him a small smile. “I...yeah, I gotta run. I’ve got a lot of work to do before Monday.”

He sat up on his elbow and ran a hand through his tousled, inky black locks. “You don’t have to leave yet, Y/N. You know that, right? We’re friends, we can get breakfast and catch up or something.”

You almost turned him down when you realized the nearest bus station going to the club where the two of you met, where you left your car, was a solid sixteen blocks away. It was raining out, and you had no umbrella. Not to mention, your monster of a debilitating hangover craved food. 

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you nodded and sent him a polite smile. “That would be nice, actually. Thanks.”

He drove you to a diner down the street where the food smelled like old grease and thin wallets, and on top of that, there was the lingering aroma of cigarettes despite the no smoking signs plastered and faded all over the smudged glass door. The waitress, Sandra, looked to be about forty. Maybe forty-five. Hell, maybe even fifty. Her pencil thin Pamela Anderson eyebrows and premature aging said that her glory days died in the early 2000s. 

When she came over to take your order, her voice croaked with decades of smoking. Her exhausted expression lightened when she spoke to Taehyung. “G’morning, sweetie. You look handsome as ever this morning.”

His boxy grin lit up the sagging establishment. “Not as beautiful as you, Sandra. Busy shift?”

“Eh. It was busier around four.” She gave you a quick glance and winked at Taehyung. “Your usual Morning After order?”

He flushed to his hairline and avoided your eyes. “I….um….yeah, thanks.”

Her dark eyes fell on you. “And for you?”

“I’ll take a Morning After order as well.”

As she walked away, you slowly turned to raise your eyebrows at the beet red man across the table from you.

“Listen…”

“Still getting around then, eh?” you teased. You propped your chin in your hand. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

He gave you the finger as Sandra placed cocoas in front of you both. You bit back a snort. He never could drink coffee, even when he was half dead after pulling all nighters--which was rare. 

“I’m living my best life. I don’t need your criticism and stank attitude,” he grumbled before taking a sip from the steaming mug. “I’m balls deep in good pussy. You’re just jealous.”

“Of all your pussies?”

“I haven’t seen you in two and a half years, I don’t know your preferences.” His gaze was warm and lingered as you blew the steam from your mug. “What have you been up to? I never expected to see you around here again. I thought you were some hotshot ballbusting editor off in picture perfect Fairyland or something. What happened to Mark?”

Your expression soured. His name made the cocoa taste spoiled. Lowering the drink to the sticky tabletop, you shrugged. “I’m still a hotshot ballbuster. Just…a single one.”

“Yeah, single enough to fuck me,” he sent a pointed look. “What’d he do to send you my way? I never expected you to ask to meet up like this.”

It seemed there was no escaping the questions. You took a deep breath. “Caught him in bed with someone else.”

He crinkled his nose and shook his head in disappointment. “How cliche. What an ass.”

He took offense to the quirk of your brow. “I may be a manwhore, but I’d never cheat. I just don’t commit at all.”

“How considerate of you.” 

The food was surprisingly good, considering how questionable the diner looked. Maybe it was just your hangover talking, but you couldn’t complain. Especially when Taehyung offered to pay.

You started to protest, but Taehyung waved you off and placed a twenty on the table with a devilish smile. “Don’t worry about it. In honor of your sorrows.”

He paused.

“Plus, I get discounts.”

“Do I want to know how you managed that?”

His smile widened. “Sandra and I have a special bond.”

You blanched, lowering your voice to a hiss. “My god, you’re disgusting. Do you even have standards?!”

“Hey! Sandra is a lovely lady!” he hissed back, sliding out of the booth. He looked over his shoulder with waggling eyebrows. “Besides, you called me last night. I could ask you the same question.”

You hated that he was right, and you hated yourself for calling him up. As charming and undeniably sexy as he was, you suddenly had the urge to fly to the nearest doctor’s office and get tested for every STI known to man. You thought back to your abandoned tinder profile and imagined the upstanding manwhore you could’ve found that at least had a baseline standard for the hoes he pulled. 

When Taehyung drove you back to the club to get your car, an awkward silence fell over the two of you. His run down death trap of a Buick Lesabre slowed to a halt, brakes squeaking mildly. 

He cleared his throat. “Well. This was fun.”

You let out a tense half chuckle. “For sure.”

As you opened your door to leave, he called out to you. 

“Feel free to call me again sometime. We don’t have to wait two and a half years to see each other again.”

You nodded and plastered a smile on your face. But deep down, you vowed never to call him again. At least, not for this. And not for a long, long time. All you wanted was a nap and to put this moment of weakness behind you.

[angelic-holland]

Alice’s 4k Fic Rec List

Wow! I wanted to thank each and every one of my followers for putting up with me! As a little thank you I wanted to put together this fic rec list of some of my favorite fics. Feel free to send in your own fics and I’ll read as many as I can in my spare time. This is by no means a comprehensive list of fic recs but some of my absolute favorites! My little feedback paragraphs include some spoilers so feel free to skip over them when checking out the fics! 

Peter Parker x Reader

Three Words by @screamholland

Yeah this tore me to pieces! I remember reading it and crying and being like “why must angst hurt me this way” and now I’m addicted to writing angst. The way he looked at you made you feel like a masterpiece displayed in a museum. Yeah! Need Peter Parker to look at me like that. The innocence and beauty of someone’s first love is precious, so fucking precious. 

Band Ten Heart by @robbinholland

This fic is just SO cute. Peter being a fumbling dork is what I live for. The reader describing the cliches of band kid dating tropes hysterical! “Peter Parker, I’m really glad you didn’t quit.” Oh my GOD I squealed when I read that. Clarinet players have talented tongues??? I fucking lost it. Total cute feel good story even though I have no idea how band works, it’s still fucking adorable.

Quantum Heartbreak by @farfromhaz

The title is very very accurate. This fic tore my soul to pieces as I read it. Peter realizing he was gone for three years instead of hours, Peter realizing he has a daughter, the reader having to raise her alone for the first few years, wow that HURTED. But!!! The reader telling Peter she’s pregnant and Peter being so excited about raising his second kid. So bittersweet, absolutely amazing. 

When Peter’s Not Such a Good Boy by @marvelouspeterparker

Oh my god! I have never wanted to dom someone so much. Like the idea of teasing peter is sending me to an astral plane of existence. There are no words to describe how super hot this is. I read this at least once a week. No fucking joke. 

Tom Holland x Reader

We’re Only Kidding Ourselves by @wazzupmrstark

Wow I’ve been reading this series for a LONG time and I’m so in awe of it. It’s so precious, seeing the reader and Tom fall in love. I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers/being forced to work with someone who is a pain in the ass and then finding out they’re secretly a softie. Tom and the reader having those little room service dates? God I lived for it. When they went to the pool at the roof of the hotel oof I lost my MIND. This series is god tier and if you only read one Tom series in your life let it be this one.

Win-Win by @hillsnholland

Making Tom jealous? Oh god I would thrive in that environment. I want that so bad it’s ridiculous. The jealous sex that ensues, hot as fuck! Spanking??? Toms hands were absolutely made for that, there is not enough time to discuss how nice his hands are. Him calling you princess and making you beg for it? Yeah sign me the fuck up! Is there a wait list? I will wait all day. 

Instagram Live by @xoluvx

Tom!!!! Is a grandpa when it comes to technology. This is totally something that idiot would do. Harrison and Zendaya being the cheeky little shits that they are! Hysterical. Plus the smut is hot as fuck. Like i don’t care if the whole world can hear me I just want Tom to dick me down 

Kiss Currency by @madmadmilk

Wow wow wow. First off, Jacky always writes something so incredibly special, like her ability to write inner monologues/thoughts that feel so real and raw? Amazing. I was on the edge of my seat every second while reading this fic. i see “ah clueless idiots in love” and I’m like my kind of story. “I don’t want to see you kissing other people, Babe” duh!!! Reader!!! Ma’am! He likes you!!! anyways this was really cute story and I loved every single little detail from the themed parties to the awkwardness of trying to get a read of a person before admitting to them how you feel. It’s beautiful.

You Again by @strangertingle

Oof this series has me fucking anxious! Every time I get the notif that it’s updated I’m like “eek!” I love the idea that Tom went to California to see about transferring to be with the reader and then through a series of unfortunate events, that didn’t happen. And now here they are! And the reader is like woah maybe I do love Tom imma tell him then BAM! Just kidding! He’s getting married and his fiancée is a schemer! This was the cutest series ever ahhhh

Weekend Getaway by @naturallytom / @hauntedtom

Oof when Ally asked someone to read it I jumped at the chance because I’ve always loved her work. Anyways I adore spooky stuff. I was so fucking terrified the entire time and I loved the fluff to tension to absolute terror to relief Ally built in this story. Just downright amazing.

Up To Your Mouth by @gyllenwh0re 

Wow Alex just knows how to hit every single kink that she could possibly think of in this fic. My jaw was dropped the entire time reading it. Honestly she writes the best most filthy smut on this goddamn website and I always feel so blessed when she posts things because they fuel my wellbeing

Camera Work by @screamsbytom 

Shit I’ve never wanted to make a sex tape so bad. Also Tom being a dumbass and uploading it to the cloud where everyone can see it? Peak chaotic dumbass Tom and it’s 100% something he would do. Tom wanting you hear you moan for him and beg him? Yeah sir I will gladly do just that

You Up? By @thirsttrapholland 

Christ! Fuckboy!tom gets me every time. When he goes and just helps himself to beer I’m like !!! I wanna suck his dick !!! Idk why but Tom being a little asshole but a total softie at heart is such a turn on. Anyways!!!! Lying about missing him even when you really really did? To protect your feelings? Felt that! Nobody likes getting their feelings hurt! 

I Only Feel You by @stuckonspidey

Whew! This fic was absolutely beautifully amazing and devastating. It was so well written, I adore soulmate AUs and this was something else in the best way possible. Like the way the reader was hesitant to join the Holland mob at first, then slowly became okay with it. The push and pull of knowing Tom is her soulmate but being like “I don’t want to put myself in danger” and then deciding she’d ultimately do anything for the person she has grown to love. Wowza! I cant get enough of this fic I try to reread it often.

Goodnight n go by @honeymoonparker

Eek! Looking at the stars with Tom? Biggest goal in life for me tbh. I love the sky and the stars and kissing him underneath the stars? Sign me up for that good shit! Both of them being like aha yeah we’re totally friends aha unless? 👀 too funny I love clueless idiots who have a thing for each other. It’s great. It’s cute, sweet adorable heartwarming I legit read it and go “awwww” every single time. 

It’s Official by @dahliaspidey

Fake dating with Tom? Yes! Clueless idiots in love again? Sign me up! When he gave the reader that bouquet of flowers? Yeah gimme that type of love my dude! Him fumbling over telling the reader how beautiful she is? We love slightly anxious Tom that loves someone but can’t put it in words quickly enough. 

Polo and Prosecco by @keepingupwiththeparkers

Omg this was fucking great. I too do not understand polo but would freely participate for the booze. “You are not getting come on this dress” I YELLED. Because yeah I feel like that would be a bitch to get out??? Also sitting on Tom’s knee/lap yeah sign me up. Katie always writes Tom as such a passionate lover and I feel it in my very soul. 

Lingerie by @mcuspidey

Okay so when is Tom going to buy me expensive lingerie so I can show him??? But seriously lmfao this was so precious and Tom just praising his gal? Yeah sign me UP.

“tattooing all of his favorite curves- that even the lingerie didn’t show off quite as well as his own memory did- with the love that you deserved.” Yeah yeah yeah please I’m here for that I deserve that. Anyways fluffy hot hot stuff 

Harrison Osterfield x reader

Side Effect by @darlingosterfield

I generally don’t read fics with Harrison as the main, like ever. But this series has me hooked! Absolutely hooked! The dynamic between the two of them, the way the reader just really wants to do the god damn assignment but Harrison is a little shit! But he’s also lowkey a big softie. Anyways it’s so beautifully written and I can’t wait to read the rest of it

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got spoilers

hahaha well

Dany’s heel turn is stupid and shit but if she was gonna go, at least it was snapping at losing her BFF.  People are always going nuts when they love their children or their lovers but a BFF is REAL y’all

Jon continues to be well-meaning but completely unable to communicate lmao.  like dude she’s losing her shit.  you just stare blankly at her.  you guys didn’t even really talk about it.  But I appreciate him being pretty much a loyal bitch until it all went tits up, Jon is still Jon

Cleganebowl was the DUMBEST shit lmfao I just fucking laughed at how utterly pointless it was, it’s this hyped up fight with no resolution?  it was bordering on epic at the whole crumbling castle around them but no winner?  zzzzz how boring

JAIME TOOK LONGER TO DIE THAN FUCKING BOROMIR GOD.  And he died as he lived: a worthless fuckboy.  He really fucked Brienne and then ditched her to go back to his evil sister.  Also Cersei going down crying, am I supposed to feel sorry for her?  After what she did to my Tyrells?  Crumble and burn.  TWO LANNISTERS DOWN, ONE TO GO.  I think?  Where the fuck is Tyrion at this point?  He’s gotta GO.  Also, lmao at Jaime getting captured one last time before he died.  History will remember him as the dumb bitch getting constantly captured.

Arya’s alive and I’m glad

I don’t know what’s going to happen next episode tbh I didn’t expect to be done with Cersei.  I feel like I should be angrier overall but I was entertained at the episode and my main complaint is that the choice to shorten these last two seasons were at the expense of developing these plot lines properly.

I hope my Stark Sisters survive this okay, that’s all I need

I’ll mourn the Dany succeeds and is a good queen arc I’ve wanted for eight seasons eventually, but tbh I think I’m still so buzzed from the Orville being renewed that GoT could have done anything tonight and I’d have been at peace with the tv world?  lol anyway it’s been a fun ride

Also, Brienne, Tormund would never have done this to you, JUST SAYING.  

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- ̗̀ * ( luke hemmings + cismale + he/him ) have you seen ( oliver blume ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty one ) year old, studying ( history ). we hear they are in ( rho phi rho ), and can be ( spontaneous & audacious ), maybe it’s because they are a ( aquarius ). they sort of remind us of ( flickering neon lights, little flower tucked behind ear, the sound of beer bottles clinking ), maybe we can find out more ! ( cielo+ 21 + mst + she/her ) *  ̖́-  + surfing, theatre, president of literary magazine club

hi hello big shoutout to me for dropping my three kiddos and then coming back with a whole new kid not even a day later lmfaoo im sorry i suck and so does oliver and so does his intro lmfao but?? pls love us?? feel free to like this post and ill head your way for plots!

history .

born in melbourne, australia.

unfortunately, his parents broke up when he was v young and dad kind of decided he didn’t want to deal with having a kid so he skedaddled

didn’t even matter though because oliver’s mom was all the boy needed.

with that being said he is a total momma’s boy. 

growing up he was always a bit of a trouble maker. making fun of the teachers, talking loudly in class, ditching blocks to go hang out with some buddies, yada yada.

despite that, he did pretty good in school. his favorite subject? history. homeboy is absolutely fascinated by it.

anyways he was melbourne up until he turned 15 which is when his mother this huge promotion. the only catch was they had to go to the united states. 

so he said goodbye to his friends and his home and made his way to the US with his mother. 

it wasn’t hard for him to adjust to his new school and to the customs of the new country. Making friends was relatively easy too since he’s so outgoing lol

his high school years were pretty uneventful tbh he kind of just?? chilled? 

he considered going to university back in australia but one of his best friends decided to come to UCLA so woop here he is

naturally, he joined the surfing club omg pls that's the only thing he has that reminds him of home.

also joined theatre because he lives for a good performance and any excuse to act 

president of the literary magazine club and honestly?? he sucks.

like his attitude does lmfao he deadass is that type of guy that kind of just has his feet up on the desk while he’s staring at all the members through his bright colored shades and he’s just like.... give me somethin’ good 

but he does try hard to get some good stuff out there because he loves literary anything

likes getting on peoples nerves for some reason? idk he’s just that type of kid

personality & other fun facts . 

6′4 lmfao ridiculously tall

flirty but like.. a dumb flirty like you can’t tell if he’s joking or not

cheeky as hell honestly im sorry to everyone involved

a total fuckboi to but like?? a romantic one? 10/10 will write a poem about you and will make you a sandwich before telling you to leave 

a pretty audacious boy and i mean that. he has no filter at all

always down to go on adventures!

roadtrips are his best friend omg 

a very loyal friend. he honestly would chose his friends over a lover any day of the week

speaking of lovers, he’s bisexual

definitely leans more towards the ladies because lbr... ladies are magical

his weakness? a pair of big brown eyes 

so overall he’s actually a pretty okay guy lol he just speaks his mind and likes to tease people a lot 

wanted connections .

ride or die – again, a super loyal friend. will 10/10 help bury the body lmfao but please omg 

opposites attract – someone more... sensible than him lol this can be platonic too but he will probably flirt with you

hookups – please he sleeps around so much lmfao

one night turned to something more – one night turned into more and now they might be wanting something more from oliver and he’s just?? being an asshole about it lol we can talk this one out more but honestly let my kiddo be the bad guy

high school friends – maybe the one he followed to UCLA???

ex – lowkey i imagine they have only dated one girl in their life before. we can work out wether they ended on good terms or bad but im here for the angst

partner in crime  – skinny dipping, racing, jumping fences, breaking into abandoned buildings,  all of that fun stuff pls

club members – anyone in the clubs he’s in. maybe theyre into him or maybe they hate his guts tbh im down for anything

we’re best friends right ? – idk maybe he takes a liking to this person and theyre just like?? get away youre obnoxious and hes like lol oh you!

squad – PLS ID KILL FOR A SQUAD like it could literally just consist of two more people but pls i live for this

bro it’s just a dream – literally this vine. not limited to boys tbh this is open to female fcs as well lololol