#should be easy bc i personally know nothing about poker

[dxsole]

There's a bark of laughter as his cards are placed down, a winning hand splayed out for all to see. Rico can either spot a bluff a mile away or, as he always claimed, he was gifted with that Vegas luck.

It didn't really matter either way— even if he did manage to lose, he's the casino owner's son so...the House always wins, didn't it? "I'm the future of the goddamn sport." He replies smugly, pulling all the chips towards him— everyone did say he probably should play professionally.

Or maybe everyone just wanted to stop losing to him and his massive ego.

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

How do you think the dorm leaders would react to an rsa student leading/kidnapping the prefect to take them away from the 'villains', and when tracked down to a ledge and arguing with saud dorm leaders, the prefect defends them before getting accidentally pushed off? Just the look of horror on their face before they fall, reaching out for them? Ala gwen in spiderman

(I'm not going to do every dorm leader bc I normally have a cap of 5 characters per ask so if the leader you'd like to see isn't here, please feel free to send in another request

these are also all super long so they're under a cut)

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul had been thinking since the moment you’d been taken. He figured it must be someone with a personal grudge against him, rolling his eyes at the platitude that you would be safer with them than him. The twins are even considering less annoying while he’s plotting out what to do, trying to find a way that wouldn’t leave him vulnerable to another strike while also procuring you from your kidnappers. The fact they even agreed to a meeting proved to Azul that they were a devious soul, hidden behind a mist of chivalry when their wants were just as selfish as anyone at NRC. He comes into the conversation thinking he has everything under control, not in the least bit surprised when it turns into a real fight; his magic is at the ready, hand raised and prepared to do what he must to end this when you move outside of his predictions. He would have to viciously scold you for this later but he’s too worried to think about the angry rant he’ll go on for not just trusting in him to be ready no matter what. When you’re tumbling to the ground, he squeezed the handle of the broom he had brought with him, hating the concept of being in the air but feeling even more sick about all his hard work being for nothing (meaning: he would be heartbroken and would not know what to do with himself should you end up perishing on him here). It’s a little washy, but the carefully thought out Plan B ended with you scooped in his arms, his flying wobbly at best but once there’s a safe place to land you feel much safer with him around. When you ask what might happen to the RSA student Azul simply smiled, telling you not to worry about it as Jade and Floyd wouldn’t leave behind a single trace of what occurred that night.

Idia Shroud:

Idia is fighting a storm of emotions, doing his best to not to lose his cool in such a fragile situation. He had to observe the options before him carefully, hoping his perception skill was high enough to afford him a break. It felt like having someone ripped away from him again, the past repeating before his very eyes, and while he knew the stakes were much less serious than the previous situation he’d gone through, it still set his anxiety through the roof. He considered begging you to just stay in your room like he did so he wouldn’t have to worry about you putting yourself in danger (his thoughts darting away from the concept of you just living in a room with him). Idia isn’t used to sticking his neck out for someone else but he knew you, and he knew defending him if the moment called for it would come to you as easy as breathing. He had Ortho prepared for any QTE’s that might be outside of Idia’s control, thankful that the second controller was plugged in before he arrived as you did exactly as he predicted. He can see the fear on your face and while he does want to call out to you to let you know you’ll be safe, it would be better to keep the enemy unaware of the surprise attack awaiting once Ortho got you to safety. With you out of the way Idia felt much more at ease, the sharp grin on his face appearing almost manic to his enemy, who found themselves wondering if they should follow you off the ledge.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona was doing his best to keep a poker face on. When it came to others thinking they were better than him, he was no stranger, but to know they had taken away someone he loved—he was prepared to show them what a real villain looked like. He navigated the situation carefully, this was just a risky game of chess in his eyes but he didn’t realize quite how risky it was until your life was dangling right before his eyes. He’s not unaware of how something can change in the blink of an eye, the scale could tip in either direction but he had to be prepared. He’s always been quick on his feet and there’s nothing in this world that he’d put more effort into than assuring your safety, even pushing himself to the brink of his magical abilities when he cushions the dramatic fall that easily could’ve stolen your life. The person preaching to him from above has only cemented his view that those who soar so high above don’t consider their own actions as evil, always for the ‘greater good’ which meant you were better off dead than with a ‘villain’ like him. He can’t help but scoff, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them as there’s an unspoken promise hanging in the air: he would kill them without hesitation if they were to ever touch a hair on your head again.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus was shocked at first, secretly hurt, that people on the outside could look in at your relationship with him and consider him a danger to you. He was careful around you, always protective and caring and wanting what’s best for you, so how could that be misconstrued? It made his blood boil to think about your kidnapper trying to turn you against him, and he felt even more powerless when your life was in someone else’s hand so he had to act with caution. He approached with an air of calm that was betrayed by his eyes, the smile not quite reaching them as he greeted your captor politely. He didn’t think he could lead them into a false sense of security because everyone knew to be on guard against him, but he’s surprised the coward even showed their face again. He’s even more surprised to see you attempt to sacrifice yourself for him, reaching out for you and feeling helpless again as you slip right through his fingers; he refused to lose, his hands moving quicker than his brain was as he cast a last ditch effort spell to stop your fragile human body from becoming a stain on the ground. He’s relieved to see that his quick thinking had resulted in saving your life, the vines wrapped around your arms and legs like a comforting hug. He’s thankful he learned how to use the spell without including thorns, but his thoughts are now elsewhere, turning to look at his enemy with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. He tells them they should feel quite lucky that you’re in one piece, as if you had died, Malleus would have tormented their family for generations to come, if he allowed them to exist after this at all.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is trying to keep his cool, as Trey advised it was best he do so, but it was hard not to feel anger for the complete disrespect that was being shown. How could they think taking you away from your education would be the best route? From a place that you were thriving? If they thought he was doing a poor job as a dorm leader helping you, than they could’ve offered the criticism personally rather than causing you to break a hundred rules within the span of a day. He has to stop himself from raising his voice or going on a rant when he sees how frightened you are, feeling baffled again that this RSA student considered themself some sort of savior when they weren’t taking you into consideration at all. Even he had to learn a lesson or two in regards to it, and he considers it his turn to teach that lesson, challenging them to a duel that would decide where you would end up. Riddle, trusting in his opponents intent to have an honest duel, turned his back to get in place but is shocked to hear the other person winding their spell up already. Your interference is the only reason he’s in one piece but it was at the sacrifice of your own well-being; Riddle cried out your name, nearly panicking as he missed your hand by milliseconds. He can hear the chanting in his head, the word ‘failure’ stamped with bolded red letters, and he nearly lost himself in grief until he sees that Trey and Cater had tailed him. Now that he knew you were safe his face began to grow red, his complete rage turned on the RSA student who would learn the true definition of ‘off with your head’!

[spyoikawa]

Hihi! I'm alive! Battling this history competition, but I'll make it!

So let's jump back into these requests starting with, @wakatoshiswife

(sorry I lost the request so I'll copy/paste below the line break!)

(and I am once again on a different electronic, so sorry if this looks different, I will format it to look correct later)

Request: Hello! I saw that you’re doing matchups for valentines! I’d like to request for one too if that is okay :) I’d like to matched up with a guy please...I’m a 160cm girl, ISTJ/ESTJ (I’m an ambivert), my enneagram is type 8. My zodiac sign is cancer. I have black curly hair (type 3B hair) and my eye colour is brown. At first glance, people often think I’m mean bcs I have really think eyebrows and I have a resting b face. However once you get to know me, I’m pretty fun. My hobbies are gaming, baking and editing. The characters I kin are Sakurajima Mai, Light Yagami & Osamu Miya. I enjoy working out as well! Especially jogging on a cold morning/evening. I love watching formula 1 and I would watch football if it means getting to bond with my partner/friends. I play any sports but I like volleyball and badminton the most. I also enjoy cooking Asian cuisine as I am asian, I’m a mixed Persian-Indian. My favourite weather is Autumn as it matches my aesthetic and overall aura and vibe. My favourite colour is red as if I were to be a colour based off my personality, I’d be red. Although I look best in nudes, black, white and purple...I also have the best music taste ever. I’m the chill friend in the whole group. I am very very laidback, in fact I can be a little too laidback at times but it’s nothing bad, I know when too loosen up and when to get serious, hence this is why I’m often (almost every time) a leader. I’m quite the procrastinator and the last minute person but I always know what I’m doing so its all good. I’m confident in what I do and I stand strong for what I believe in. Words, will not hurt me unless it’s said by directed to an insecurity of mine. I hate losing. I’m that one competitive friend that hates losing but I never go too much yk. I’m pretty chill when it comes to competition, that meaning, I don’t show how competitive I am. I have a blank face as I’m competing with others. I always strive to win even if it means winning in a ridiculous way, however I won’t drag it too much as I hate when a small problem gets really really big bcs people keep making it big although it’s just a minor problem (I’m so sorry if you don’t understand T^T). I’m kind, polite and pretty mature but not too mature as I don’t want my adolescent to go to waste. Therefore I try my best to loosen and up and relax! If I were to go on an outing with my friends and they’re being noisy and loud in public, instead of telling them to quiet down, I’ll leave them there so I don’t get embarrassed 🗿. I hate creating a scene in public. I’m not a fan of popularity unless it’s for a good cause. Therefore, I’m a private person with around 15 people in my circle and I enjoy it this way :) I’m also very passionate in what I do. I’m very ambitious and my hogwarts house is syltherin. I know what I’m doing as for now and I love to plan ahead so it won’t be chaotic. I’m 100% a leader and my personality is very dominant. However when it comes to relationships, I’m 100% the submissive (or switch? I’m not sure) one bcs I am very shy to actually initiate anything. My preference in a partner is someone who’s dominant and he wouldn’t mind losing for me. If I were to be an animal, I’d be a wolf or a tiger but as for my partner, I’d like him to be a wolf or a lion but deep down he’s just a bear 🥰. I also prefer guys who aren’t loud, like quiet guys but not too quiet. Ones who talk when they need to, as I’m not rly fond of people who talk a lot a lot. It can be quite annoying and I’ll probably end up accidentally hurting them. I’m so sorry if this is too long bcs I think I went overboard. Thank you so much and have a nice day :D

Alright, thank you so much for this request, and thank you for being patient with me! I'm glad I got a nice long request to get back into the jist of things! And I never like to assume, but I feel like I've been bugging you, so I'm gonna assume you were requesting tulips-

anyhoo, without further ado (lol that rhymes)

Rion's Flower Shop! Today we have Tulips! I match you up with

Kuroo Tetsuro

relationship dynamic

- its actually quite nice! A perfect balance of similarities and opposites!

- and those said opposites are harmonious!

- you guys are both admirable leaders in your own way, and can often cooperate together, and despite different approaches, reach the same goal

- both of you are really confident in your talents and areas and you use that a lot to your advantages

- he's lowkey scared of your poker face but will never admit it

- despite this, the little perks and habits the two of you have are quite amusing

- he still struggles to see how tf you get work done when you procrastinate so much, but is honestly amazed by it

- and the competitiveness you share drive the 2 of you to keep moving forward

- it's always nice to have someone supportive of you (and you 2 are, don't get me wrong) but it's also nice to have some friendly banter and competition, whether it be over music, which teams are better, opinions, which food type is best, etc.

- it keeps you two on your toes

- and (as I mentioned earlier), although the two of you can keep going back and forth, you can also lean on each other, and trust one another for support.

- he can count on you to show up to some of his games and you can count on him to have your back you want to try something new or show him your hobbies

- you guys are also there emotionally, he will always be there watching your back, and cheering you up or proving people wrong after particularly harsh, uncalled for comments, because he knows how you really are and that those people are talking bs :)

- and you do the same for him, to cheer him up, let him know he's a good captain and friend. And although he doesn't show it as much when he's older, he still gets nervous in social situations and he can count on you to be a constant in new areas

What you guys do together/ What's it like with them

- this can either be the most fun relationship or the most comforting, laid back one ever!

- and honestly both are good choices

- neither of you really want to lose your childhood, cause you only get it once

- so it's not uncommon to try out new hobbies or experience new things together to make the most of this time you have

- there are a lot of firsts with him because of that

- he doesn't mind having fun out in public, like that's the point of going out to him, but he also agrees with not wanting to cause trouble, one) that shit's embarrassing 2) he knows it'll make you, himself, and others uncomfortable, so there's really no need to do something uncalled for

- however, despite all the fun of childhood, it's also good to have calm, quiet moments in certain relationships, such as this one

- he doesn't mind, and actually quite enjoys indoor dates, like studying together or watching your favorite movies/shows

- that gives him a chance to be and focus on you only, and maybe get to know you better

- no matter what you do, you two have a silent understanding of what you enjoy, don't enjoy, and what each others needs and wants are

- and he also understands how you might not like to initiate things, he can understand to a degree

- for a while it's a matter of who will make the first move, but once he gets comfortable, he won't mind initiating it for you :D

What they like about you

- he likes your overall personality tbh

- how you can be so laid back yet confident at the same time

- yet also sweet and nice to others

- it's a nice mixture where he doesn't need to force his personality out and express everything that comes his way, but he also doesn't need to shrink to avoid overwhelming you

- and although he likes to take the charge, he likes that you can be dominant at times too, sometimes he'd rather just leave things to you, because he knows he'll like what you like

- it also feels easy for him to talk to you

- he doesn't know why but he finds himself expressing his opinions and sharing things he'd usually keep guarded with you, because he trusts you enough to understand and not share with others

- overall, its the understanding for him :)

- and he's taking this to the grave, but he's also a firm believer that slytherins should stick together

alrighty, to be completely honest, idk how I did on this one, so please, if you did not like the style of writing or the character I matched you up with, please let me know! I will gladly rewrite it for you!

[redgoldblue]

Honestly I really wanna write a Marvey Vegas AU where they’re both like semi-famous professional poker players but they work different places so they’ve both managed to become semi-famous without ever having met or played each other, each just knows vaguely of the other one as Their Major Competition. But then there’s like. a big poker marathon or something (as you may have guessed the major thing stopping me from writing this apart from my three other WIPs is my complete lack of knowledge about professional card playing) and they’re both keep winning their initial games (obviously) and they know eventually they’re gonna be playing each other and they start respectively freaking the fuck out because a) Ross/Specter is supposed to be really good and I mean I know I’m good but also let me start practicing literally every waking moment i have to win this or Donna/Rachel is never going to let me live it down and honestly more so because b) we keep passing each other in the halls because we’re both staying in the hotel it’s being run at and uhhhhhh he’s hot. How did I never know this. Why did no-one ever bother to inform me of this. Goddamnit.

So then it’s like the semifinals round and they’re finally facing each other and they’re both nervous as hell but also absolutely determined to win this but see here’s the thing - they play completely differently (which is basically canon anyway). Mike watches the cards and performs mathematical probability calculations instantaneously and honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t been banned yet for counting cards - Harvey watches the people he’s playing against, figures out their tells as soon as looking at them, and, well - ‘plays the man, not the odds’. And they’re both really fucking good at what they do, and at playing defensively against their own tactics - Mike is very careful about revealing what cards he has by his moves, Harvey has The Poker Face To Die For and has eliminated all tells (or so he thinks) - but those are useless against each other. But the thing is, they’re equally useless, so they end up almost on a level playing field again, only both of them feel equally like they’re floundering and like this person is actually... a terrible player? I know exactly what cards they’ve got? But they also seem to know exactly what I have so what the fuck. But they come away from one round and realise what’s happening (or rather, their respective friends who’ve been watching do and tell them), so when they go back they’ve both tried to adjust, but are also ready to trash-talk the fuck out of each other as thinly disguised flirting. 

Harvey wins barely bc it’s a little bit easier to adjust your moves on short notice than to hide your subtle tells, and offers gloatingly to buy Mike a drink with the proceeds, which Mike agrees to because at least that way he’s getting some of his money back in the form of alcohol. Only then they start properly talking, about poker at first but then about music and movies and their friends and their Encounters With The Law and before they know it it’s 2am and they’re both drunk as hell and somehow it seems perfectly reasonable when Harvey ends up in Mike’s room and then in Mike’s bed and oh look at that in Mike. Don’t know how that happened. But then of course Harvey flees the next morning before Mike wakes up because it’s Harvey, and they studiously avoid each other for the next two days until uh-oh, someone’s been disqualified for cheating and guess who’s back in the tournament and determined to fucking thrash Harvey Specter that no-good gloating running still unnecessarily handsome bastard? That’s right it’s Mike ‘identified-his-tells’ Ross, and he’s ready to fight. Oh, and also? He’s been watching all the footage he can find of Specter’s past games and he’s identified a goddamn tell so take that. (Rachel has tried to suggest that perhaps he’s being a little... overly combative about this but he hasn’t listened.)

Mike wins this time, winning the tournament and forcing Harvey to descend from his emotional pedestal for a hot minute and notice that he was really passionate about rubbing it in his face but also there was an undercurrent of hurt in all those comments and oh shit now he’s guilty. No he doesn’t like that. Shit now he’s gotta apologise for running doesn’t he. (Donna in the background: YEs you fucking do! Louis next to her: she’s been saying this for three days!) So he finds Mike at the idk afterparty, suggests that maybe Mike should buy the drinks this time after cleaning him out, and sheepishly manages to apologise, leaving Mike sorta astounded both at the fact that he did and at how relieved it made him feel. Mike suggests that he could help Harvey with the memory/calculation stuff as a sorta peace offering, and in return Harvey says that while he was really much better this time, he still had one tell that cropped up a few times. There’s a little tic, just below his mouth, when he’s got a good card. Although, in the process of watching that, he also noticed he had very nice lips. Also now he’s pointing it out so his hand’s there and it’d be real easy to just move that to the side of his face and now they’re kissing in a decidedly public bar.

Anyway they become the Vegas Poker Power Couple and teach each other their styles and become basically invincible. Eventually they both do start being banned from places for counting cards and simultaneously agree that it was getting boring anyway they were too good but hey they’re rich now and didn’t you say you always wanted to go to law school? Wait, didn’t you say that? Well, hey, we’ve got nothing else to do with our piles of money so let’s go for it and we can set up a practice with our weirdly large number of friends already in the legal profession after sounds like a plan

[pendergays]

A/N: Ask and ye shall mfing receive

Sorry if the descriptions don’t make sense or don’t fit an aesthetic I’m a writer not an interior designer

MC’s name is Amelia bc I have an irrational distaste for the name Amy

Rated M for strong language and implications of sex but nothing super graphic.

Word count: 1424.

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Kamilah’s office is different from Adrian’s. While his consists of polished mahogany, worn books and fancy knick-knacks on fancier shelves, hers is more elegant. The floor is made of black granite tiles with golden veins pumping through them, and her desk is solid oak with elaborate designs carved into the wood. Tall windows are placed strategically around the room as to let the sunset’s orange light filter in, bathing the room in an almost unearthly glow.

You immediately prefer it over your boss’, and not just because you caught him drinking from Nicole there that one time. The room has a relaxing ambiance, aided by the wall-lamps glimmering warmly and the flowering cacti positioned in each corner. While every part of the office is beautiful, its owner is the one who really takes your breath away. She’s typing away at her laptop, brows furrowed in concentration, completely oblivious to your presence.

You clear your throat and her head snaps up with superhuman speed, eyes glowing the faintest tinge red. You can see the tension and the coiled power in her muscles even beneath her burgundy suit jacket, and despite yourself you lick your lips. When she sees it's you the aggression falls away instantly, and a half-smile makes it across her face. “Amelia,” she greets. “It’s good to see you.”

Ignoring the usual butterflies in your stomach you get when you see her– You actually have a girlfriend! A vampire queen girlfriend!– you frown petulantly. “‘Good to see you’? That’s all I get? I’m wounded, really. I bet your employees get treated better than me.”

Kamilah leans back in her plush leather seat, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her wine-red lips. “You’re right. I always greet my executives with a kiss and the promise of a pay-raise. It’s only polite.”  You’re tempted to continue with the easy banter and keep teasing until you get a real smile out of her, but that’s not what you’re here for. Well… not entirely. Prancing forward to her desk, you lean into her personal space until your lips are almost touching. This close, you can see the lighter flecks of hazel in her dark irises, and the slight flutter of her long eyelashes when you bring yourself closer. “Come on,” you say softly, your faces just inches apart. “It’s late. The company won’t fall apart if you leave early once for once in your very, very long life.”

She raises an arched eyebrow. “First of all, isn’t it rude to mention a lady’s age? And secondly, I’m the CEO. What kind of precedent would that set for my workers if I came and went whenever I pleased?”

“The precedent that they should get a wonderful girlfriend who checks up on them and makes sure they aren’t working themselves too hard?”

At the unimpressed look Kamilah shoots you, you sigh. “Babe, why are you complaining about a hot girl trying to convince you to make irresponsible decisions? God, I wish someone would do that for me. Especially when Adrian’s being all cryptic and angsty.”

Kamilah lets out a huffing laugh and you melt at the sound. It took a lot of time and effort for you to get past the dense scaffolding and protective shells around her heart, but now that you have it’s the most rewarding feeling in the world. You doubt she’ll ever be as readily affectionate as you are– it’s just not in her nature– but the little everyday touches and the way she sometimes unconsciously threads her fingers through yours always makes you so happy.

The feeling of a set of strong hands around your waist makes you yelp, shaking you out of your thoughts immediately. With a casual grace, she lifts you up in the air, over her desk and onto her lap in the course of a few heartbeats. You squirm on her, legs flailing helplessly for a second, but quickly regain your balance. If you’re being honest, it’s kind of a turn on that she can carry you around so easily. Her extreme strength makes normally precarious sex positions effortless… aaaand you’re getting sidetracked. It’s the inescapable downside to having such a gorgeous girlfriend.

“Are you upset I’m not paying attention to you?” You refocus your attention on Kamilah, who’s looking up at you with an inquisitive and slightly guilty look in her deep chocolate-brown eyes. It’s moments like these that she reminds you almost of a puppy. While normally stoic or even cold, when you’re in private and she can afford to let her vampire queen persona slip she becomes so eager to please and devoted. It’s really cute, actually.

“A little,” you admit. Seeing the guilt in her expression increase tenfold, you hurry to continue. “But it’s not your fault! I just really like spending time with you. You’re amazing, you know?”

She nods slowly, a slight blush on her cheeks, but doesn’t seem completely convinced. Suddenly, a brilliant idea materializes in your mind. A devious smile plays across your lips. “But if you really want to make it up to me…”

You roll your hips into hers and she gives a little gasp, gripping your hips tightly in surprise. You bring your mouth to her ear and whisper, “...you better bring me home right now and take me. Unless you prefer we do it here?”

You feel her pulse speed up drastically at that last bit. How… interesting. “Does the idea of fucking me in your office turn you on?” Given her ragged, shallow breaths, you’re pretty sure the answer is a resounding ‘yes’. “Bending me over your desk? Making me eat you out while you do paperwork or, uh, whatever CEOs do?”

You could’ve phrased that last sentence better, you have to admit.

“I don’t do paperwork,” she says, voice carefully controlled. “It’s mostly useless formalities and takes up too much time. But I promise I will be doing you, if you don’t stop fucking teasing.”

Oh. Oh wow. You love it when she curses. It always elicits a sense of achievement in you, that you’ve turned her on so much that she’s completely abandoning her composed facade. You swallow, feeling the ache between your legs throb to your rapid-fire heartbeat.

You open your mouth to answer when you hear three loud knocks on the door. You both turn to the source of the noise.

“Ms. Sayeed?”

The voice is high-pitched and whiny, and you’re immediately pissed at whoever that is for interrupting your alone time. Even though Kamilah is technically still on the clock. “Yes?” answers your girlfriend, somehow able to keep all traces of annoyance out of her voice. Incredible. You wonder how many hundreds of years it took for her to master the perfect poker face.

...well, the perfect poker face to everyone except you, at least. You take pride in your ability to see right through her. Sometimes.

Whiny Voice says, “Well, Mr. Wadhurst wanted me to tell you that PR needs, and I quote, ‘interns who actually have more than two neurons’.”

Kamilah lets out a barely audible sigh. You feel bad for her, you really do. Being the head of such a big company must get stressful. Hopefully, you’ll get to fuck all the stress out of her tonight… but not if Whiny Voice keeps dawdling outside the door.

“Consider it told,” she replies. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have urgent business to attend to.” Yeah, you think with a smirk. And that urgent business is me.

“Of course, of course,” babbles Whiny Voice. After a few terse moments, you can hear their fading footsteps as they leave. Letting out a breath of relief, you turn back to your girlfriend.

“So, babe,” you say conversationally. “Are you going to make good on your promise?” A hungry, smoldering look makes its way into her eyes, darkening them even further with lust.

“Indeed. Congratulations, Ms. McAvoy. You’ve convinced me to take the day off. I hope you’re ready for the consequences.” She purrs the words into your ear, taking you by the wrist out of her office. Lily better prepare her headphones, because you two are going to be making a lot of noise.

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Hope you like how it turned out anon! Thanks for the request!

[strapcats]

Thicker Than Water (Part 11)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 3,846

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

Read on Wattpad // Read on Archive

Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

!!!DISCLAIMER AND WARNING!!!

I am very against underage smut, especially with skz becuase they're my ults and I hate the idea of sexualizing minors. With this in mind, this chapter includes some stuff that I'll classify as "heated". I'll put a warning before where it is, so you can skip it if you want.

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“I know I sound like an idiot but that’s beside the point.” Felix spoke angrily, running his hands through his soft white hair again in anxious feeling. “I think I really like him, Changbin. Honestly. And all he ever does is run in circles with BC. I fed him when he first came here! I made sure he didn’t freeze on the solid ground since that asshat didn’t give him a blanket!” Felix was near shouting now, he was so frustrated.

“Felix, I get it, and it’s not stupid. Honestly you just have to get over him. I can’t give you much more advice than that, because that appears to be the only way you’re going to get out in one piece.” Changbin spoke calmly, his voice unwavering and full of compassion. The slightly older male was trying to comfort his friend, though he was just a little out of reach. Felix sniffled in defeat.

“Thank you hyung… I’ll do my best.” The white haired male spoke calmly again and thanked his undercut friend. Changbin had recently had it redone, and it looked so sharp. To Felix, the style really suited him, it made him look handsome. The pair of boys had been brought into Clan 09 around the same time, so they became fast friends. Felix sought out gang life, and Chan was his easy in. The freckled boy needed to support his family, and taking people out was an easy way to make big bank. 75% of each of his paychecks got automatically wired to his family’s bank account, they thought he was a freelance artist that happened to be hitting the right deals. Changbin was yanked into the crime syndicate web after he got into ring fights. He ended up losing against Chan and the penalty was three months of work. Of course he accepted, he was a good sport. After the three months however, he had grown to love the lifestyle, and he had found that Chan was a fantastic person to have on your side. So he stayed.

A few rooms away, Minho, Jisung, and Seungmin were chatting over a high-stakes game of M&M poker. Minho was winning. The eldest of the three had joined the gang life at 17 out of sheer rebellion. Clan 09 hardly existed at the time, and Minho was one of the founding members. Jisung joined up purely for the thrill, because nothing in the world felt better to him than sprinting through the dim-lit Seoul streets from a squad of police cars with an AK-47 strapped to your back. Seungmin was scouted by BC, he was the brightest teen hacker in Korea. He had taken up computer science and technology studies in high school, thinking that the government would notice his potential and he could make his family proud. They never saw him, not even when he hacked their security systems for the hell of it. So he started looking elsewhere, in deeper, darker places. The boy-wonder had caught the eye of a number of less-than-legal businesses, but Chan was able to coax him in with good money and a fantastic cover story. Seungmin’s family thought he was a government iT agent now.

Kim Woojin was rebandaging a cut on Hyunjin’s arm in the younger’s office, while he counted money. The black-haired boy ran into the dangerous gang lifestyle headfirst, as his sister got caught up in a hostage situation, or so he thought. The boy was fooled by a rival gang to work for them, but Chan snatched him up before he started working for someone else. The young boy meant to leave, he really did, but once his first paycheck rolled in, he never wanted to leave. Designer brand after designer brand, he got more and more comfortable in his role as treasurer. Woojin on the other hand, was born into his syndicate role. His father was one of the first mafia bosses in Seoul, so when Woojin was born, it became his birthright. After witnessing his father’s murder by his right-hand man, however, he decided to stray from his original path and let his father’s old mafia die out. Kim Woojin was infamous in the syndicate web, everyone wanted a piece of him and his bloodline, regardless of his loyalties. Chan though, had other plans, and made Clan 09 with his best friend as soon as he knew that he was free from his father’s clutches. They were the seed that sprouted into the intricate web of illegal activity that Seoul seemed to thrive on.

Jeongin sat on his bed in his room, surfing the internet and browsing social media. All the higher-ups of the gang had been doing nothing but planning since their shootout with Purity Ring, and Jeongin was not in that circle. He was unaware of any plans or ideas in the making, but “mid-late April” was drawing ever nearer by the day. He trusted his teammates, so he just laid low, they would figure something out.

“Knock knock.” A voice at the door pulled Jeongin out of his thoughts, so he looked up to find a very cute looking Felix standing in his doorway. The younger boy waved him in and scooted over on the bed a little to make room for his friend. The white-haired male took his silent offer and sat next to him on the plush bed, leaning back against the headboard and picking up a pillow to put in his lap and hug. Jeongin chuckled at the boy’s actions.

“You look really cute today, Felix. And your socks are very nice.” The curly-haired young boy spoke clearly with a slight giggle in his throat, pointing out Felix’s appearance. He wore a light pink beanie, white melange ribbed joggers, and a black, longsleeved thermal tee that clung to his lean body. He had on fuzzy socks that matched the color of his hat and had little ears and a face embroidered on each one to look like bunnies. Jeongin thought they looked cozy.

“Ah ~ Thank you Jeonginnie. You’re not too bad yourself.” Felix blushed as he spoke, unable to contain his smile. Jeongin reciprocated the loving grin and nodded in thanks. The younger boy didn’t feel like he was wearing anything special, just a pink and white floral silk sleep shirt, and a pair of white fleece shorts with fuzzy socks similar to Felix’s but without the embroidery.

“Did you have a reason to come compliment me and steal my pillows or did you just wanna hang out?” Jeongin asked playfully, nudging Felix with his elbow as he went back to scrolling. His friend’s face dropped quickly and he began to subconsciously fiddle with his fingers. His eyes dropped to the soft sheets on the younger boy’s bed. Jeongin became concerned. “Hyung? What’s up?” His voice was laced with worry for his best friend, he thought something was drastically wrong. Felix sighed.

“Don’t worry Jeongin it’s nothing bad, I’m just… I’m just scared.” Felix’s voice was soft, and Jeongin leaned in to hear it, only making the elder’s nerves worse. He took a deep breath. “I know it won’t work out for a multitude of reasons but it’s been eating away at me and I really want to tell you that I kind of like you. And I mean, like-like you. I guess I’m confessing right now.” Jeongin’s eyes widened, but before he could think of a response, Felix kept talking in his quiet, tense voice.

“I just, actually feel alive when I’m near you. Ever since I joined 09 I’ve just been living day to day waiting on my paychecks and only having a little bit of fun with Jisung or Changbin here and there. Chan is a great older brother figure but ever since you came along it’s almost like you’ve brought this warmth and kindness with you that makes me not dread waking up every morning. Being around you when you’re happy is intoxicating and contagious, and it’s the best feeling in the world. God, and not to mention the fact that you’re physically a prince. Your eyes are so changeable and deep and your dimples add so much to your already beautiful smile. You have perfect proportions and I know this is probably too far but your lips look painfully kissable.” Felix rambled on and on, eventually getting louder and more confident in his words, like he was getting lost in the idea of Jeongin even when the boy was sitting right in front of him.

“And when you talk about BC and the way he treats you, it makes my blood boil. He has no idea the damage he’s causing or what a precious gift he’s rejecting. You want to please him and be his friend and make him proud so badly and he just spits in your face and calls you names. You deserve better, Jeongin! He doesn’t respect you like you should, he doesn’t understand how lucky he is that he’s receiving your affections, even after all the bullshit he’s done.” Felix was nearly yelling now, and his eyes were glassy with intense emotion. He felt so strongly and he had never said all of his feelings out loud before, so everything just came tumbling out without a filter. He barely noticed that Jeongin was withered backwards away from Felix. He looked like a wilting flower, so beautiful but so distressed that it was eating away at his form. The older boy finally came out of his trance-like state and noticed the now shaking boy across from him. His eyes were cast downward and he was trying to make himself as small as possible. He winced at himself and then reached out a hand to try and comfort his younger friend, only to be met by Jeongin flinching away violently. That one stung.

“J-Jeongin…? I’m sorr-” Felix tried to start, but the younger cut him off.

“D-don’t you dare tell me what I do and don’t deserve. My feelings are my own and you have no right to dictate them. A-and you come here, confessing your emotions, and what do you think is going to come out of it? A relationship? I’m barely 17, and you don’t know the first thing about why I’m even here.” Jeongin spoke his words quietly, almost afraid of them. They cut through Felix like a knife, but he knew the younger was right. “I’m flattered, and I like you as a friend, as my best friend, but you have no power over who receives my affection and who doesn’t.” The black haired boy finished up his thoughts as he stood up and walked to the door. He stared at the floor and Felix saw crystalline drops falling from the young boys face. He pointed out the door.

“Go.”

And Felix did, without a word of protest, without any movement but getting up and walking out of the cozy room. Jeongin closed the door behind him and fell face first onto his bed again. He thought he would start bawling, but no more tears came than the ones already softly streaming down his supple skin. He felt hopeless and like his body was made of lead. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to because of the weight of his emotions crushing his back and shoulders. His best friend had a crush on him, and now their relationship was ruined. Jeongin was alone again.

The young boy only had one idea in his head, and he knew it was a stupid one. He decided against his better judgement and stood up from his comfy bed and walked to the mirror. He checked his appearance momentarily to make sure he didn’t look like he’d just been crying, before walking out of his room and down the dimly lit hall to the last door at the very end. Before he could even knock on it though, Woojin opened the door to BC’s room from inside, surprising both of them. The older male only had on silk pajama pants and basic socks, no shirt. Jeongin had seen almost every member without their shirts, save Woojin and Chan. Well, now just Chan.

The older male didn’t say a word as he stepped out of the room that definitely was not his, and walked around Jeongin, breaking eye contact only when he finally had to. The honey colored boy didn’t close the door, so he took that as an invitation in. Though he had been in it before, Chan’s room never ceased to surprise him.

It was bigger than all the other rooms, and rightfully so. He had a king-sized bed that was a bit raised off the ground on a solid black platform. He had a dresser across from his bed and an indented closet in the wall. On the dresser a couple glass bubbles sat with little air plants in them. There was a black and white geometric rug on the floor and a few miscellaneous things like clothes and gun harnesses strewn about. It had a pyramidal skylight that had clearly been redone, as it had clean, slightly fogged glass panes instead of the dingy, rusting ones that were present in the rest of the warehouse. There were small succulents hanging on little gold chains from the corners of the light, as that was the only place they could get direct sunlight. Jeongin smiled a little bit at the thought of his leader having plants. BC had simple black sheets with nearly invisible wide navy blue stripes on it. He had a few pillows, and no plushies. The older man’s voice took him out of his thoughts.

“What do you need, Fox?” BC spoke clearly, his eyes cutting right through Jeongin’s weak facade. There was no emotion in his voice, no resentment or concern or irritation; it was just flat. Jeongin gulped.

“Yeah… I just kinda wanted to talk to you sir… I don’t feel so good.” Jeongin fiddled with his pants a little bit and cast his eyes to the floor. Now it was the leader’s turn to gulp. Sir.

“Jeongin, you’ve never called me sir, what’s going on?” Chan closed his laptop that he was fake-working on and turned his full attention to the young boy in his doorway. His voice was still emotionless, it reminded Jeongin of when he first met the older.

“Oh, yeah… sorry. It’s just that Felix, well, he confessed to me.” Jeongin spoke ever quieter, only casting his eyes upward when he apologized. Distress and shame were evident in his tone and caused Chan a small bit of unidentifiable worry. He heard Chan sigh in apparent irritation and hit the top of his laptop in frustration. Jeongin looked up at the noise to be met with Chan’s stony glare. Jeongin felt his heartrate pick up speed for a couple of reasons.

“Jeongin, come here.” The leader spoke, disregarding his rare sign of emotion that he displayed just a moment ago and patted the bed close to his thigh as a motion for where Jeongin should sit. The young boy followed his directions obediently, only breaking eye contact to make sure he didn’t step on anything important on the floor. He sat lightly and scooted over to where Chan has pointed out, the pair’s thighs barely touching as he settled.

“I have to ask the obvious, do you like him back? Did you accept his feelings?” The leader spoke, showing a little bit of boredom by the questions he of course had to ask. Unsurprisingly, Jeongin shook his head disdainfully. Chan nodded back, not needing any more explanation.

“In that case, why did you come to me? Shouldn’t you have resolved it with Felix?” The black-haired boy said with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, making Jeongin crumble inside. The younger had no idea why he came to Chan, his mind just told him to. So he shrugged noncommittally. Chan rolled his eyes and scooted just a tiny bit closer to his youngest member. “Jeongin. Tell me why you’re here. I can’t do anything for you otherwise.” Chan spoke with a hint of condescension lacing his words and so Jeongin took a breath.

“Because I felt like I needed to tell you. You were the only person I wanted to tell, hyung. I don’t know why but I did and now I’m here looking weak and vulnerable again and making your life harder with problems that aren’t yours.” Jeongin’s speech picked up speed quickly, the stress and confusion eating away at him at a rapid pace. He just needed reassurance and comfort, neither of which Chan seemed like he would be doling out anytime soon. The pair sat in silence for quite a while before Jeongin felt awkward, causing him to look down at the striped duvet and pick at a loose thread. He felt the need to get up and leave, but right before he started to move he felt Chan’s hand on his own. He looked up slowly, a slightly stunned expression on his face. His eyes met his leader’s and he gulped, heat rising in the back of his throat. The older male turned his hands over in his palms and just comforted the younger through physical touch. After a couple of silent minutes Chan took a breath.

“I know that everything is confusing right now. And I also know that I have been anything but a good leader to you. I'm sorry, Jeongin.” The older male spoke calmly and cooly, and for once showed emotion in his voice towards the younger boy. Jeongin looked down again and nodded. Chan shook his head and reached out to touch the black haired boy's face. He used two fingers to lift the boy's head to look at him again, startling him and unknowingly cause a vicious blush to grow on his face. Jeongin gulped and looked at Chan’s lips momentarily without really meaning to. Some meaning flashed between them, and before he realized, Chan was leaning in ever so slightly, then Jeongin, and then their lips met.

!!!THIS IS THE WARNING!!!

It wasn't fireworks, it was more; it was like pyrotechnics at a stadium concert. Jeongin’s soft lips tasted like bubblegum and intoxicated the leader, only sending him reeling. Chan's hand cradled Jeongin’s face, pulling him closer to him, the younger’s body pressing against his own. Their lips were locked in a long-awaited embrace, and even when he realized he needed air, Chan refused to let go. They felt like they fit together, long they’d been searching for something and the moment their lips touched they found it. Jeongin was the first to pull away, much to BC’s distress. The younger was now basically on Chan’s lap, his wrists draped over his hyung’s shoulders and neck in a very feminine way. Chan’s hands had moved from his members face to his hips, subconsciously squeezing them to draw him closer. The smaller boy let his forehead rest on Chan’s for a moment, catching his breath and biting his lip a little bit in awkward anticipation. BC was just soaking up the view.

“Hyung, how long have you wanted to do that?” Jeongin asked abashedly, averting his gaze from Chan once again. Chan chuckled and squeezed the boy’s hips again, making him squirm a little in unexpected pleasure.

“I didn’t really know how badly I wanted it, wanted you, until you were leaning in, fox.” The leader’s words sent chills down Jeongin’s spine and the speaker blushed slightly at himself. The pair sat in relative silence for a few minutes, letting their actions settle into the air. Chan was happy, but thoroughly scared as to what this meant for the future of the Clan. He was about to open his mouth to speak when Jeongin started to move, Chan thought to leave. Instead, the younger boy simply fixed their position so he was straddling his leader’s lap. Chan felt heat rise to his cheeks for the first time in front of someone else and when he met Jeongin’s eyes with his own there was a devilish fire within them that made the leader gulp.

“J-Jeongin… What are you-” Chan tried to speak but was cut off abruptly by Jeongin’s lips on the corner of his own, clearly trying to tease him. The black haired boy quickly realized what the boy on his lap was trying to do so he just sat still, not reacting to the tempting things the younger decided to do with his lips. He kissed the corner of his lips, then trailed his kisses to the older male’s neck and ear, giving Chan goosebumps from the younger’s bated breath.

“Come on hyung… why don’t you play along?” Jeongin’s mischievous side was back out in full force and it lit a fire inside Chan just like how it had when they first met. He groaned in a displeased manner before moving the younger away from his tattooed neck and placed his attention back on his lips. Jeongin smiled in an accomplished manner into Chan’s mouth, running his hands through the elder’s hair and settling his hands on his cheeks. Chan’s rested on his partner’s hips again, and when their lips began to melt into each other, the elder pulled Jeongin roughly closer to him by his hips, earning a surprised noise from the younger boy, delighting Chan. The older boy licked Jeongin’s bottom lip, and the smaller eagerly accepted his invitation. They continued, Jeongin’s breath progressively getting hotter and came out in shorter pants, Chan becoming greedier by the second. Eventually Jeongin found the willpower to push his partner away, because he knew at this point Chan never would. The boy in question looked up at Jeongin with a confused glance before trying to go back in for his swollen pink lips, but the smaller boy just pulled farther away.

“B-BC, we have to stop… I’m still a minor and we have an attack on the horizon…” Jeongin stuttered out his words between sharp intakes of breath. He tried to keep his eyes away from Chan’s face, he knew that just one look from the leader’s lust-filled eyes would send any impulse control to the wind and he couldn’t go that far, he was still too young. He felt Chan loosen his death grip on Jeongin’s thighs, where his hands seemed to have travelled during their heated moment. The boy scooted away a bit, making sure to put safe distance between them now. Chan nodded at the actions, understanding and agreeing that it was probably the best course of action. The pair sat in silence before Chan flopped down backwards on his plush bed, surprising Jeongin a little bit. The smaller boy looked at him skeptically before BC rose a hand and beckoned him to come, Jeongin obediently obliged and crawled over to his leaders side, lying next to him happily. A strong arm snaked around his waist and the pair eventually drifted off to sleep, a million unspoken words dangling in the air between them.

[mainaisikyunnhoon-blog]

whooo finished a short oneshot that didn’t turn into 10k+ words!!!! go me. as always, feedback is much, much appreciated, and also @ tumblr mobile users i’m sorry i know having to scroll through probably sucks :(( 

sidenote: i’ve decided i’m gonna be leaving out all honorifics and stuff bc this is in english, but i WILL use them if they’re a) really relevant to the mood or b) in places where it’d be weird to NOT include it bc it seems it’s almost kinda used as judiciously as “man/dude” is on the west coast?? 

Jimin is on a mission, and this is one he can’t fail.

Laden with containers of takeout, he marches over to the “Genius Lab” — there are moments when Jimin really has to step back and ask himself: This is the man I love? — and bangs on the door, preparing himself for the fight to get inside. “Yoongi! You’ve been in there forever and I don’t even know if you’ve eaten and I’m not leaving until — ”

And then, Yoongi’s blinking back at him, eyes darting from Jimin’s face to his raised fist to the takeout in his hands, dark circles standing out under his eyes and hair a mess, as if he’d just woken up from a short nap that hadn’t accomplished anything. “Uh, hey. What’s up?”

Jimin recovers quickly. He moves forward and Yoongi gets out of his way so he can clear some space on the ground before sitting, motioning Yoongi down, too. When Yoongi just stares, he grabs his hand and pulls. “What’s up?” Jimin repeats, eyebrows raised, taking out one container at a time and laying it on the floor. “What’s up is that you’ve been in here forever and I’m sure you haven’t even eaten or drank enough water or done basically anything to take care of yourself.” Shoving a container into Yoongi’s hand, chopsticks already stuck into the food, he peers at him. “What are you even working on, that’s got you so busy?”

Shaking his head, Yoongi takes it easily without even commenting on the food, which is a sign of how exhausted he must be. “Ah, nothing. Just — something that I’m stuck on.” He takes an enormous bite and says, nodding, “Thanks for this.”

“Can I help?” Jimin asks as he breaks his own chopsticks, frowning at Yoongi. There are energy bar wrappers everywhere and an enormous, half-full pot of coffee; he wants to ask how long Yoongi’s been up, but he’s sure the answer is ‘too long.’ “What’s it about? Is it a song?”

Yoongi’s slow to nod, eyes fixed on the noodles. “Yeah, it’s a song.”

When Yoongi doesn’t elaborate, Jimin pokes his knee gently and says, “What’s it about? And can I help?”

“No, you can’t really help, but thanks,” he mumbles into the next bite, still avoiding eye contact.

Now Jimin’s interest is piqued. “That’s the second time you dodged me asking what the song’s about,” he says, shoving some noodles into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “Is it embarrassing? Like, I don’t know, about — ” He can’t help the way his voice lowers into a hush as he says, “Sex?”

Yoongi chokes and Jimin’s quick to hand him a water bottle, which Yoongi glugs down. “What the fuck? No!” He pauses. “And sex isn’t embarrassing.”

Scrunching his nose, Jimin says, “Yeah, but writing an entire song about it would be.” His eyes are wide as he waits for confirmation. “So?”

“No, it isn’t about sex, God,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes.

“Then what’s it about?” His tone’s encroaching whining territory, but he knows if he does that and pouts subtly enough, Yoongi’s going to give in.

The sigh Yoongi lets out sounds like victory, and Jimin has to refrain from smirking. “It’s about… ” He’s studying the ground right next to Jimin’s right shoe, so Jimin bends into his line of sight when he doesn’t say anything. He scowls, then, and leans back, waving an arm. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

As if Jimin’s going to let it go now. “What? No! Can you tell me, please?” When Yoongi doesn’t react, he says jokingly, “What, is it about me?”

People think Yoongi is extremely hard to read — poker-faced, expressionless. And they’re right, somewhat. What they don’t understand, though, is that if you can figure out where to look, it’s so easy to tell how he’s feeling.

So when he freezes for half a second, mouth parting a little and eyes widening just a bit; when he looks at Jimin and then quickly away and straightens, preparing himself for a lie, Jimin knows he’s somehow landed on the truth.

Yoongi’s writing a song about him. “Wow, really?” Jimin says, eyes wide. “Can I see — ”

“No,” he says curtly. “It’s not about — you, it’s something else — ”

“Are you really going to try to lie to me?” Jimin asks, sending Yoongi his most unimpressed look. “You know I can tell when you’re lying.”

Because he’s so pale, one would think Yoongi would easily turn red, but the most that usually happens is a light dusting of pink on the apples of his cheeks. If the tips of his ears are pink, too, well — it’s probably something emotional, which is why Jimin sets his food aside and leans forward, smiling.

“It’s, uh. You, uh.” He squints at nothing, mouth parted, making sure to avoid looking at Jimin. He starts off in a rush, “It’s just you make me — ” Mumbling something to himself, he buries his face in his hands.

“What?”

Lifting his head, he glares, but he’s never threatening when he’s this embarrassed. Really, now that Jimin knows him, he’s never threatening. “Nothing, forget it.”

Without thinking, Jimin reaches out to grab onto his arm when he makes a move to get up, sliding it down and resting it on top of his hand, resting on his knee. “No, wait,” he says softly, because something’s making him feel like he needs to tread very carefully. “Is it… ” He bites his lip as he thinks about whether he should say it, but one look at Yoongi’s stiff profile convinces him. Now or never, and all that. “Were you going to say something like I make you feel something?”

He’s writing a song about Jimin, not one for him. That means something. Maybe it means what Jimin’s been waiting for.

Yoongi snatches his hand back, staring down at Jimin with panic on his face, and Jimin knows that he needs to get this under control quickly before Yoongi shuts him out. So, before Yoongi can say anything, Jimin says, “Because you make me feel something, too.”

The way Yoongi’s mouth clicks shut makes his surprise obvious. “What?” he says hoarsely.

Jimin’s heart is beating so hard he feels like he just performed four songs in a row and his palms are starting to get sweaty but he maintains composure as he says, “I feel something for you, too.” When he grabs Yoongi’s wrist and tugs, Yoongi comes down easily, still staring at him.

“You… you know I’m not talking about — about brotherly feelings here, right?”

“God, I hope not, because that would make things really awkward.”

“I… ” His mouth works. “How long?”

Jimin shifts onto his knees and shrugs, laying his hands down on the tops of his thighs, his hair falling into his face as he studies them. “A couple of years.”

“A couple of — what the fuck?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says, smiling at Yoongi’s expression. If what he thinks is happening is happening, he can feel giddiness threatening to overwhelm him, but nothing has been said yet, really, so he tamps that urge down, forcing it all under. “I mean, I figured you did, too, but weren’t ready to face it so I never said anything. I didn’t wanna — ” He stops, realizing scare you away may not be the best words to use right now, not when Yoongi’s still probably feeling extremely vulnerable.

“Scare me away,” Yoongi finishes for him, wry.

Jimin’s smile is a little apologetic. “Yeah.”

Swallowing, he nods. “Yeah, that was — a good move. I didn’t really — know. It’s, uh. Kinda like I knew, but I didn’t?”

It doesn’t make sense, really, but Jimin understands what Yoongi’s trying to say. “Makes sense.”

“It doesn’t,” Yoongi says, frowning. “Nothing does. I, uh, I don’t understand — when? I keep thinking about the past and wondering if I knew the whole time? And if you — ” His eyes widen as he finally makes eye contact with Jimin. “Oh, God, was I leading you on? Because that must’ve felt horrible and — ”

“No, you weren’t,” Jimin rushes to reassure. “Really, you weren’t. I figured you did feel something for me, but, um, I also know how… ” Frantically, he searches for a word that isn’t bad because saying Yoongi’s bad at talking about emotions sounds bad. “Hard!” he says, grinning proudly at himself. “How hard it is for you talk about stuff like this, so I just decided to wait it out.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t like I could do anything else, really, and I thought — it’s either going to happen or it isn’t.”

There had definitely been times when it had hurt so fucking much, times when Jimin had almost hated Yoongi a little for doing this to him, but he also knew there was no way to “get over” his feelings when he literally lived with the person he was in love with. So he’d made a decision to enjoy whatever he could; be grateful for what he did have, for sure: Yoongi’s friendship.

He isn’t sure what made him hold onto the hope that Yoongi returned his feelings. Isn’t sure why he so steadfastly believed it, whispering it to himself as one would say a factual observation. The earth rotates around the sun, time moves forward, and Yoongi is at least a little bit in love with Jimin.

Yoongi’s staring at him, eyes darting across his face, as if this is really the first time he’s seeing Jimin the entire time they’ve been talking. “The song,” he starts, and he stops to take a deep breath. “There’s a melody I’ve almost finished, but every time I try to sit down and write the lyrics, I keep on feeling — ” He shakes his head and moves closer, raising a trembling hand so he can run his knuckles down one of Jimin’s cheeks. “God, you make me feel so much,” he whispers, “and I don’t know how to capture it.”

“Then don’t,” he says just as softly, bringing up a hand to press down so Yoongi opens his hand, lets Jimin rest his cheek inside it. They linger for a moment, neither of them knowing what to say, and then Jimin grins and says, knowing how much Yoongi’s going to hate it, “Capture me instead.”

As expected, Yoongi’s face automatically transforms into his ‘dealing with Jin’s jokes’ face. “God, that was horrible,” he says, drawing his hand away as if to move it back, but he can’t suppress the quirk of his lips. “I take it all back. I can see Jin’s been a bad influence and I don’t think I need that kind of energy in my life.”

“No,” Jimin says, refusing to let Yoongi’s hand go. He has to try really hard to keep the pout on his face because, really, he just wants to laugh. “I was trying to be romantic and sweet! Poetic! Are you saying I’m not romantic and sweet and poetic?”

“Well,” he says, and this time when he tugs, Jimin lets his hand go, “I just confessed on the dirty floor of my studio, surrounded by empty bottles and wrappers, over a container of dish number five from the local Chinese restaurant, so I really don’t think I can judge your attempts at romance.”

“You can’t sleep because thoughts of me are keeping you awake and I overwhelm you so much, you can’t even make music and write about it — I’d say that’s pretty romantic,” Jimin says, and he thinks he deserves to be a little smug. He’s earned it.

“You’re going to be insufferable, aren’t you?” Yoongi asks dryly, snorting at Jimin’s answering grin. He leans back onto his hands, staring at the ceiling and straightening his legs, laughing softly to himself, and Jimin takes a moment to study the long line of his neck, the sharp line of his jaw, wonders what it would feel like to bury his hands in Yoongi’s hair and realizes he might soon get to find out. Then Yoongi looks at him, eyebrows raised. “So, was it everything you dreamed of?”

“Well,” Jimin says, and he’s not going to suppress his happiness any longer, is going to let it run through his body because Yoongi feels the same way and the moment he’s been waiting for has finally come, “there was usually something else, too.”

Yoongi straightens, clasping his hands between his legs. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Jimin says, pushing up onto his knees and shuffling forward. He places a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, slowly traces it up his neck, stopping on top of his Adam’s apple to feel the way he swallows, then cups his jaw. “There was.”

They stare at each other, barely breathing, and it feels like the moment right before lightning strikes — when the separate charges are growing steadily, just waiting for the short circuit. He leans down, slowly, so slowly, whispering, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, sounding just as wrecked as he feels, nuzzling the bottom of Jimin’s jaw.

Jimin moves back a little, and they both align themselves, moving in, their lips centimeters away and —

There’s loud banging on the door, loud enough Jimin jumps back, heart pounding. “Hey! I brought food. I don’t know what demons you’re working out in there, but you need to eat so I’m not leaving until I see you finish this!”

Turns out the lightning wasn’t a kiss, it was Jin.

“Are you fucking serious,” Yoongi says flatly. They glance at each other and Jimin doubles over, laughing. Jin bangs on the door again so Jimin collects himself and stands, smile widening at the way Yoongi’s grinning at him, and opens the door.

Jin takes a moment to be confused, staring at Jimin’s smiling face and then looking behind him to take in Yoongi’s smiling face, and his eyebrows disappear under the fringe of his hair. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Nope,” Jimin says, giggling a little as he looks back at Yoongi.

Jin’s eyes widen. “Oh my god,” he breathes. “Oh my god, did it happen?”

“Did what happen?” He isn’t sure why he’s playing dumb, since Jin had figured it all out on his own and confronted him months before, but Jimin’s blaming Yoongi.

“You and — ” He jerks his chin in Yoongi’s direction.

Jimin’s pretty sure he actually hasn’t stopped smiling for a while now. He ducks his head before widening his smile, nodding.

Jin plops the bag of food onto the floor so he can clasp his hands at the center of his chest, saying, “Oh, I’m so happy, I can’t — Jiminie!” He grabs Jimin by the shoulders and jostles him. “Jiminie, I’m so proud of you!” He laughs, and Jimin laughs along with him, and then Jin takes a quick breath and nods, stepping back. “Okay, I’m going to leave now, enjoy yourselves, have fun but not too much fun, if you know what I mean,” he says, nudging Jimin with his elbow and winking, and then he puts on a horrible poker face, his mouth pressed together to try and hide the fact he’s smiling but — as always — failing to do so, so Jimin is prepared for whatever horrible joke is to follow. “Be careful of his tongue technology.” As expected, Jin starts laughing loudly before he’s even finished.

“Oh, God,” he hears Yoongi mutter behind him, but Jimin’s too busy being mortified to acknowledge it.

“Hyung,” he whines, burying his face in his hands, because he can joke about this stuff with everyone except Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok. Yoongi had been on that list, too — not anymore.

He tries to gain control of his laughter as he says, “He’s probably gonna wanna take you directly to Hong Kong, but I’d recommend a couple of connecting flights before that,” then starts laughing again.

“Please, please,” Jimin says, “I’m begging you.”

“Is he — ” He has to take a deep breath and barely gets out, “Is he your calico cat, or are you his? Or are you each other’s? Is it as special if you’re both calico cats?” before collapsing into laughter.

And then, Yoongi’s by his side, saying, “Okay, thanks for the food, goodbye,” and grabbing the bag of food before shutting the door, scowling at it. “I can’t believe him. Except, no, I can.”

“Well, he did remind me of something, so it wasn’t all bad,” Jimin says, straight-faced. When Yoongi turns to him, questioning, he says, “I’d definitely been meaning to ask you about your tongue technology.” He makes sure to pronounce it exactly the way Yoongi does in the song, dissolving into laughter when Yoongi stares at him and then turns toward the door, resting his forehead against it with his eyes shut.

“Moments like these,” he says to no one, “are when I regret becoming a rapper.”

“But if you hadn’t become a rapper, you wouldn’t have tongue technology — ”

“You know what?” he says, rounding on Jimin and stepping forward. “I’ll show you tongue technology.” He stops, blinking, then says hurriedly, “Fuck, no, wait, that came out wrong — ”

Jimin laughs harder, eyes shut as he leans against the solid warmth of Yoongi, and thinks, This was worth the wait.

“sending listeners to hong kong” is in the lyrics of agust d and, i mean, we’re ALL familiar w the iconic “tongue technology” so. “calico cat” is from serendipity and basically jimin was all like “calico cat bc male calico cats are rare so i’mma be here for YOU”