#the pacing of this book is So Good and i don't think that's something you notice until you reread it
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I wanted to read about the soucouyant. I wanted to write about her, I still do. What do I want to write? Just a book, probably, another tooth for the ULâs mouth. Something that explores the meaning of the old woman whose only interaction with other people was consumption. The soucouyant who is not content with her self. She is a double danger â there is the danger of meeting her, and the danger of becoming her. Does the nightmare of her belong to everyone, or just to me?
White is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi
#white is for witching#helen oyeyemi#the pacing of this book is So Good and i don't think that's something you notice until you reread it#bringing in ore's perspective and her friendship with tijana after only seeing glimpses of both of them from miri's perspective .....#it's so effective#then only seeing miri in glimpses from an outside perspective after she leaves the house#idk i just love this book#horror#horror literature
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daydreamed about embroidery all day, played animal crossing, had a little peach beverage, and then finished tender is the flesh by agustina bazterrica. what whiplash
#i read it mostly bc i saw a lot of reviews abt it being fucked up but it was actually a very good book#absolutely suspend your disbelief bc its meant to be a reflection of society and not like. a bulletproof alternate reality#but the pacing felt sort of like someone grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you#i haven't decided if that was good or not but it was certainly very effective#no spoilers but the ending was. certainly something#the part with that guy in the interview and the very end were the only two parts that really made me feel ill#but i think that was more a result of the good writing over anything else#the main characters ''theory'' is a very heavy implication too#i read the book in two sittings and had a nightmare the first night so. here we go! lmao#anyway i made this post because i was surprised about how much i liked it#i do feel slightly sick to my stomach from the ending but frankly i read so much that anytime a book can evoke a physical reaction from me#(good or bad)#means that it was a good or at least successful book#anyway don't read this book if you have triggers because it has them all. also probably don't if you have a weak stomach
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I Want You to Stay (14) - FINALE (JJK)
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption; arts, business/property devt, and book publishing talk thatâs probably inaccurate; mentions of trauma & family drama; lots of fluff; explicit sexual content (lots of making out, oral (m & f receiving), body praise, un/protected sex)  (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 32.8k
Series Masterlist
Status:Â Complete
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist đś: on the way home
A/N: And then it ends! Please bear with the length of this final chapter - it felt right to finish the series with all this đ¤ This was so satisfying to write despite the emotional roller coaster, and I just want to thank you for sticking with me through this and showing me/it so much love. It's a fanfic writer bucket list of mine to write boss JK! I hope you enjoy! 𼰠Like I've said before, I have plans for season 2, but I don't know if I'll actually be able to write it so đ¤đ˝
And like always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight for listening to me talk about this for months. đ
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Your heavy eyes flutter open before they close again, and for the briefest moment, you think you see Jungkook smiling at you, his doe eyes gazing at your sleeping form. You do it again, and right after your eyes fall shut, you feel soft lips on your bare shoulder, his warm breath heating your shivering body.Â
His absence causes you to quiver, but youâre too tired to move. Even if you werenât, you probably wouldnât be able to pull the covers over you, not when you have the said man leaving kisses down your spine and then back up to peck on your exposed cheek. Yet no matter how tempting it is to return them, your mind decides it just needs a bit more time to wake up, and so does your sore body that feels like it ran a marathon that you just werenât trained for.
Because much as you took on Jungkookâs challenge last night about being able to have sex all night, as it turns out, youâre the one who couldnât do it.
He first had you on top of him, kneading your ass and directing your movements while he pounded on you from below. The way he felt from that angle had your stomach in knots, and when he wrapped his arms around you to keep you steady while he tried to go deeper as he sucked and licked your neck, you were a goner.Â
You were on your back before you knew it. And while he aided you in coming down from your high through languid kisses and licks on your mouth, it wasnât long before he had you keening again. His tongue lapped up your folds and swirled around your sensitive nub, and despite your mind feeling numb by then, your cunt throbbed for him. It wasnât long before he was inside you again, thrusting into you fervently before slowing the pace and taking you more gently.Â
The way he grunted as you whispered for him to come suddenly rings in your mind. Coupled with his morning kisses all over your body, you moan in pleasure, and he hasnât even done much yet.Â
Perhaps itâs also because of these luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets that are making you feel like youâre in heaven. Or the fact that they smell so good, too, like fresh laundry but more delicate, and all you want is to drown in this softness. So you do something close and bury your face on the pillow while you remain flat on your belly. You take a deep breath and release it with another moan.
âSounds like someone slept well, huh?â You hear him chuckle, his mouth now detaching from your skin.Â
âYou tired me out, Jungkook,â you hum, your eyes still closed as you bask in the comfort of his bed. âWhy are you even awake?â
âBecause I always wake up early. And itâs past 10,â he reasons. âI went for a run then hit the gym. I figured youâd be awake by now and well⌠you arenât.â
âIââ
Your mind slightly catches some life as you hear that heâd just done a workout, so you take a peak and the sight doesnât disappoint. He stands by the bedside with only his track pants on, his hands in his pockets with damp hair while he looks on as you slowly twist and turn on the bed.Â
âIââ you repeat.
âYou donât have to get up if you donât want to. Iâm sorry I woke you,â he says softly.Â
You catch on to his apologetic tone and itâs what forces you awake. You know heâs used to starting his day early and you⌠youâre used to burying yourself in your bed until you have to get up to eat. Having someone to spend your days with is probably something youâre both gonna have to start getting used to.
Your eyes finally open and stay that way, and despite his sweat having dried already, Jungkook still looks like heâs glowing against the late morning sun thatâs shining through his bedroom window. You shift yourself and sit up, suddenly hyper aware of how naked you are⌠in his bedroom, and for a brief moment, you think it was all in your head.Â
With the sheets finally covering your body, you look at him, prompting him to sit on the edge of the bed and smile at you. You take his hand and caress the fingers that held you, that gave you pleasure, that traced patterns on your skin that you feel are now etched in its memory.Â
âLast night wasnât a dream,â you utter, as if proclaiming it to the universe, as if claiming this reality for yourself.Â
âIt better not be,â he laughs, softening when you do. âYou, uh, you found me.â
âWell, you did tell me where to go,â you point out.
âYes, unlike you,â he counters, recalling how your letter had just told him to find you with no instructions of where.
Your pout makes him laugh and itâs the sweetest sound youâve ever heard, one you didnât know when youâd hear again. But you give him a pass because heâs right, and all you want to do is make it up to him for making these past few weeks quite unbearable.
But he gets to you first, as he kisses your cheek. Thereâs adoration mixed with shyness in his eyes and tenderness with his every touch. You wouldnât say itâs something you didnât expect despite his usual detachment, but it strikes you just how much of this softness has been hiding underneath. Youâve seen him be protective of you and be caring, but this side of him is new. You suppose being mellow and giggly comes naturally once heâs allowed himself to be vulnerable and open up. Maybe itâs also just a result of last nightâs events.
He removes the strands of your hair that had stuck to your face, and it dawns on you again that itâs morning and you had indeed just woken up. You whine that youâve got crusty eyes and morning breath so you create some distance, but he just laughs and says he doesnât care one bit.
âYouâre pretty even in the morning,â he adds.
Jungkook watches you nibble your lips as you try to suppress a smile that you make anyway. When youâre bold about what you want from him, something inside him stirs, a certain kind of desire that explodes because he wants to fulfill your need, to make you feel good, to let you know that you affect him the same way.Â
But when youâre shy the way you are right now, as if youâre still trying to wrap your head around your new reality with him, giggling and grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush, he wants to just hold you in his arms and keep you there. Something softens in him because you - strong and stubborn you - gets flustered because of him. The competent and confident woman he knows suddenly doesnât know what to say when he calls her pretty, which heâs glad heâs able to verbalize now. It used to be a thought that just constantly rang in his head, but one he tried so hard to quell. He gets to say it to you with confidence from now on and heâll be able to say it everyday.Â
Once your face settles with a comfortable smile, he sighs in contentment, once again feeling like that dark cloud that hovered over him for years has gone away. Things used to feel so heavy as he wandered around an unknown place he's been in for so long, not knowing where to go. Itâs as if the days just passed him by and heâd forgotten how he spent them because there wasnât really much that he looked forward to.Â
Now he does, and he realized it when he woke up this morning and found you lying next to him. You were in deep sleep with your lips just slightly parted. Your hands were curled under your chin as you laid on your side, and there was this calmness on your face that gave him so much relief.Â
He felt light; he felt the darkness subside, too, and the unknown place heâd been wandering about suddenly looked familiar, yet it was still somehow new. There was that feeling of safety, of clarity, like he could do or be anything with you around. Those were things you gave him when you were still his assistant, and he gets to feel them again now that youâre so much more than that.Â
âWhat?â You ask, nudging him with your foot as he briefly zones out just thinking about all the things he wants to do with you.Â
âI was just savoring the look of you being flattered,â he hums. âItâs kinda cute.â
âOh shush,â you laugh. âIâm just not used to it.â
âWell, itâs not like I could just say youâll looked pretty when I was still your boss,â he points out.Â
âTrue,â you nod. âGood thing you arenât anymore, then.â
âExactly. So youâre just gonna have to get used to it.â
He looks at you as if itâs a warning, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.
âNoted, Mr. Jeon,â you whisper to tease.
âFuck,â he groans. âI want to kiss you right now.â
âDonât tell me that turned you on!â You gasp, giggling now as he shakes his head.
âOnly if you say it like that!â He whines, the sultry tone of your voice echoing in his ears. âYou know what, Iâm gonna take a shower.â
âAnd Iâm gonna brush my teeth so you can kiss me all you want!â
âIâm gonna have to get used to that, too,â he smiles.
âWell, itâs not like I could say that to you when I was still your assistant,â you repeat his words.
âAnd good thing you arenât anymore, Ms. Cho,â he laughs, not wanting to get carried away right now.
You laugh as well before he leaves to take a shower. You give yourself this quiet time on your own to process where you are at this moment. Youâre in a room you used to enter everyday, and your mere glances made you curious about what Jungkook kept in his personal space.Â
Youâre here now, and you see that thereâs really not much, other than a floor-to-ceiling window, a television, a bar cart, and a couch. Heâs got an interesting light fixture and abstract art on the wall. His decorative pieces consist of small sculptures and framed buildings, but there are no photos or other mementos. You suppose heâs not really the type, and that just makes you hope that you can help him add a bit of personal touch so that his room could feel more comfortable, or maybe add a bit of warmth to an otherwise cold, monochromati space. You decide thatâs something youâll eventually figure out.Â
You take your phone from the bedside and finally reply to your mom and your friends with more details about last night. You merely told them that you and Jungkook have made up, but itâs just today that youâre telling them how it happened.Â
He converted the archives section to a childrenâs library, you say in your message. Found him in his office, we talked, and I spent the night at his place. Thatâs all for now. Iâll talk to you soon.
Soominâs barrage of excited curses is immediate. Jimin says heâs happy for you. And your mom sends you a heart emoji and tells you to stay happy.
You send a message to Yoongi, too, saying that you found Jungkook and that now you can learn what your heart is capable of. You thank him again, even if you know that those words will never be enough.
Standing from the bed, you head to the bathroom to finally wash up, thinking that itâll take a while more before Jungkook finishes. You brush your teeth as you face the mirror, seeing his silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower enclosure from the reflection. He exits before you finish, and you slow your movements once he comes into view, naked and all wet, and somehow even more breathtakingly handsome than usual.Â
You try to act unbothered as you wash your face, only glancing up to see him with a towel around his waist and another one that he uses to dry his hair. The flex of his tattooed arm brings back memories from last night when it was propped up on your side, supporting his body while he thrusted relentlessly inside you. You gripped that arm when he went deeper, and it was the same one that held you when you started drifting off to sleep.Â
He stands behind you and gives you a boyish smile before wrapping his arms around your waist. You jerk a little in surprise but soften when his chin rests on your shoulder, and the way he looks comfortable and content has your heart soaring at this side of him - bold and vulnerable as he expresses the things he feels for you in action.
âCan I do this?â He asks as he buries his face in your neck.
âJungkook, weâve done a lot in the last 12 hours,â you remind him. âWhy are you asking permission to hug me?â
âI just donât want to overwhelm you.â
You turn around to face him and look at him questioningly, unable to follow. Youâd think that given all that youâve both done, simple affection like this is far from overwhelming.Â
âWhat I mean is⌠Sex is sex. With you, itâs meaningful and intimate. Weâre so lost in the feeling of desire and all that but thisâŚâ he says, wrapping your arms around him as if to explain. âThis⌠this is a different kind of intimate. Waking up next to each other, morning kisses, random hugs⌠they say something else.â
âAnd that is?â You ask after a beat of silence, needing that quiet to take in his words.
âThat I want you beyond all that lust and that high,â he answers. âAnd this⌠This takes more from us. And I know that because this used to scare me. This⌠I donât know, vulnerability I guess? Having someone next to me while I sleep, being the first thing they see in the morning, doing ordinary things with them like taking a shower or something. Holding their hand. Hugging them because it just feels right. I donât know if Iâm making sense butââ
âYou are,â you interject, knowing exactly what he means.Â
You used to say how you were intimate with the men you dated but you couldnât say that you shared intimacy with them. It was such an abstract concept for you. That familiarity, that emotional connection, that feeling of safety and belongingness, and of certainty and clarity seemed so intangible.Â
Thereâs a reason why you never had them over at your place, why you could sleep and wake up next to them in their homes but prefer to spend the rest of the day by yourself or with your friends. Thereâs a reason why you were cautious about the personal things you shared, about your dreams and fears, why you never let them close enough to know how to love you. Something was always lacking and a part of that was because you never allowed yourself to give them more than what they could touch. Your body was as far as they could go; your heart was a restricted place that no one could enter.
Until Jungkook, and suddenly that intimacy is something tangible. You can feel it when his arms are around you, you can hear it in his giggles, you can see it in his smile, you can smell it as he stands a breath away, and you can taste it in his mouth, one that welcomes you in when you kiss him tenderly. You know thereâll be more ways that it will be tangible to you, that itâll be something real and definite, something your mind could at least try to grasp. And heâs right - doing this takes more from you than sex for the sake of it ever could.Â
Youâre letting someone into a place youâve kept to yourself for so long. And that itself could be quite disorienting and overwhelming. He gets it because itâs something heâs probably done before, and heâs doing it again now.
You tell him with the way you kiss him that you get it, too. You tell him by the way you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer that thatâs where you want him, and that heâs settled in your heart so suddenly yet so certainly that you donât want him to go anywhere.Â
Youâre content with this. You feel your need for pleasure heighten, you feel that slight throbbing of your cunt and the need for friction, you feel that desire course through your veins but youâre satisfied with this intimacy you share. You say it with how tenderly your fingers graze his face, with how your hand gently rests on his bare chest, and with how your movements remain slow, focused on the feel of him more than anything else.
He understands your contentment, too, and he says it with how he follows your pace, with how he softly palms your bare thighs, and with how he nibbles your lips in affection. You both pull away to get some air but he tells you, too, through his soft kisses on your cheeks and your forehead before a final one on your nose that this is enough, and that right now, this is all he needs.Â
âI bought breakfast,â he tells you as he takes your hand in his then leads you out of the bathroom. He grabs a pair of shorts from his closet while you watch on. âI got those street toasts and some pastries. Iâll warm them up and heat the coffee. Is that okay?â
âOf course,â you respond, giddy at the thought that he bought those for you. You mentioned in passing last night that youâve missed eating them after being at your momâs place for much of the week. âYou still donât have anything in your fridge or your pantry.â
âExactly. So uh, I was thinking we could go do some groceries today and I can make something for you for a change, and no, the eggs on toast that one time donât count.â
Youâre endeared by the shy look on his face, and itâs not really one you can say no to.Â
âSure, that would be nice,â you smile.Â
âI was hoping youâd, uh, stay the night again. And again. I canceled work for the team on Monday but I have to meet Hoseok and my father. Maybe I should cancel that, too.â
âAnd tell them, what? That youâre gonna be with me?â You chuckle. âThatâs not happening. This⌠this canât come between you and your job, okay?â You remind him, as you donât want your newly formed relationship to negatively affect him, especially after all the work heâs done to be what he is now. âWork comes first. Iâll always understand.â
âIt goes both ways,â he hums, as he sets the food in front of you. âSo, when do you start your new job?â
âNext Monday,â you answer. âWhich reminds me⌠I have to shop for trousers and dresses.â
âSo, a wardrobe change, huh?â He asks, placing the cup of coffee and glass of water on the table before taking the seat next to you.Â
âSort of. The pencil skirts feel restrictive. Plus, every time we ate out, I was always scared that the zipper would pop or something,â you laugh.Â
âIt always felt odd that that was the recommended outfit for assistants,â he says. âI liked them on you though⌠respectfully speaking.â
You playfully shake your head at his statement, but he defends that they always paired well with your pastel-colored blouses that he claims bring out the color of your eyes.Â
âWell, Iâll still be using those. I just need to pair them with something else less formal.â
âWe can go shopping today then,â he suggests. âNot unless thatâs something you want to do on your own. I understand if it is. I mean, I⌠I donât want to impose. I⌠I didnât even ask you what you wanted to do today.â
âI didnât really have anything in mind. My weekends are usually just spent doing chores and errands or watching stuff at home or in my local theater,â you say. âNot unless my friends visit or I go home. Other than that I just⌠do whatever I feel like on my own. And you? What do you usually do on weekends?âÂ
âWork, gym, drink, watch sports, sleep,â he chuckles, recalling those days of loneliness and nothingness, which really wasnât that long ago. âMeet my parents if I have to, hang out with my friends if Iâm in the mood.â
âAnd go to the clubs?â You cock an eyebrow.Â
âYeah, I guess,â he hums, knowing what youâre alluding to. âI do it less frequently now, though. I just go there to catch up with them then I go home. Donât you do that, too?â
âOnly when Jimin and Soomin are here. Socialite stuff, you know?â You explain.
âI guess,â he shrugs. âBut we can do anything you want today. Itâs up to you.â
âOkay, then shopping it is,â you smile at him, thinking itâs something fun that you could do together.Â
You think anything with him would be, and it excites you to know that many of the things you used to do alone is something you could now share and do with him. Maybe you could even do something new, like some outdoor activity or go to the arcades or even do a ghost tour just because.
But something ordinary like going to the groceries and shopping for new clothes are things you want to experience with him, too. Theyâre those intimate acts that he talked about earlier - simple and mundane, yet special and comfortable.Â
As you watch him in his plain shirt and shorts with his legs spread out as he sits on the chair beside you, and with him asking if youâre full and if thereâs anything else you want, you think about all the days youâd spent on your own. There was always a certain kind of peace you felt then; you were alone but you werenât lonely.Â
There were days when it got to you though, as you thought that it was probably nice to have someone to share a meal with, to laugh with as you watched your variety shows, and to lay next to as you talked about your day. You dwelled on the scenes that played in your head only briefly, knowing that there wasnât anyone in your life then that you wanted to do those simple, mundane things with.Â
But with Jungkook here with you now, sharing those with someone does seem to require a level of vulnerability you hadnât really thought about. Youâre letting him in a space thatâs always just had you in it, doing things that gave you peace, that gave you energy, that gave you those bits of happiness. Heâll no longer just be getting a peek into the world you carved for yourself; heâll now truly be a part of it. And you want him to know that even if it may seem like itâs overwhelming, you welcome him completely.
âWhat you said earlier about not wanting to overwhelm me,â you start, âI⌠I appreciate that. This isnât just a new side of you Iâm experiencing. This is also a new side of myself that Iâm getting to know, that Iâm going to get used to.â
âI know. And I understand that,â he responds, turning to face you now. âPeople bring out parts of ourselves that we didnât know we had. Or forgotten we had.â
âI guess. Iâve just⌠Iâve just never had a proper relationship before, you know? Iâve dated people but there were sides of me I didnât wanna show, and there were things that I couldnât really bring myself to do.â
âSuch as?â
âLingering,â you say after a beat of silence. âLittle forms of affection that you mindlessly do,â you continue, fiddling with his fingers. âAnd meeting the parents. That was always too much for me.â
âWell, youâve met mine,â he points out. âYou knew them before you even knew me.â
Thereâs no bitterness in his voice but youâre reminded of the secret you kept, and that itâs something you still havenât really acknowledged.
âIâm sorry about keeping that from you,â you bow your head. âI didnât plan on deceiving you or anything. And I didnât think it mattered. It only did once I started liking you. And I got too caught up with what I felt that I didnât tell you right away.â
âHey, you had your reasons,â he nudges your knee so youâd look at him. You look up and see the softness in his eyes. âAnd Iâll never fault you for them. You did what you had to do and Iâm just glad you stayed long enough for us to meet again. I admit I⌠I thought that maybe you mistook your feelings for loyalty. That you cared because you thought you had to. And Iâm sorry I did.â
âYou had your reasons, too,â you answer. âAnd Iâm sorry thatâs what you thought after I kept it all from you. But it wasnât hard to care about you, Jungkook,â you smile now. âWhat was hard was stopping myself from doing so. Even your parents noticed that. I guess I donât have to prove that to them anymore. Iâd like to think that with all the talks I had with your father, they already approve of me being with their son.â
His shy smile makes you feel giddy, as he bites his lip and the little dip on his cheek turns up.Â
âWell, I hope that your mom approves of me being with her daughter after that one talk with her,â he says worriedly.Â
âAfter expressing your feelings for me like that? Of course she does,â you giggle. âShe told me not to go back to the house unless Iâm with you so⌠yes, she definitely approves.â
âThatâs a relief. I mean, after everything I put you through?â
His face falls a little and youâre starting to learn that he needs assurance every once in a while. So you give it to him, as you surprise him by sitting on his lap and cupping his face with your hands.Â
âWe put each other through a lot but weâre together now,â you remind him. âWeâre done with being idiots.â
âWe are,â he chuckles, agreeing with Yoongi and Mr. Ri who fondly and frustratingly called you that. âBut your mother might be serious about not welcoming you back there until Iâm with you so letâs schedule that trip, okay? Maybe I could meet her husband, too?â
âTheyâre not actually married,â you sigh, shifting so that youâre leaning on his chest now. âTheyâve been together for over 10 years and Min-woo has even proposed but she doesnât think marrying is necessary. Theyâre committed, theyâre happy, she treats Yoon-chae and Yeo-jin like her daughters. This⌠this family is all they need, not a marriage. Plus, itâs quite expensive to do that and sheâs just being practical.â
 âDo you agree with her?â
âI guess,â you shrug. âI mean, what else is stronger than love? Than committing your whole self to that person?â
âCommitting the rest of your life to them,â Jungkook responds.
He knows itâs not easy though. Heâd seen his parents drift apart but he also saw them stand by each other after all that. Maybe they had to because thatâs what commitment means - itâs an obligation, a duty; it gives the person no choice but to stay. But then again, after speaking to them more regularly these past weeks, heâs seen their little acts of care and support for each other, of understanding and trust. Perhaps commitment is also that devotion, that promise and constancy, that tangibility of connection and permanence. Â
âMaybe,â you hum. âI think itâs just a fear that she never really got over. Her parents divorced. My biological father had plans of marrying her only to leave before I was born. She says she doesnât want to taint what she already has with Min-woo over some symbolic act thatâs hurt her twice before. And I donât blame her. Things hurt us and then⌠we just get scared. Itâs human nature, I think.â
âThatâs true. I⌠Iâm proof of that,â he whispers, as if in shame.Â
âSo am I,â you utter, shifting now so you can look at him again in assurance. âIt wasnât even my pain I carried; it was hers. But that still kept me from accepting good things. I was scared to open myself up, I was scared to loveâŚâ
Love. Itâs a foreign word to you in the context of romance. Itâs something that seemed easy to understand but you realized that feeling it isnât. Nor is finding it. You know youâve never felt anything like how Jungkook makes you feel, and you wonder if love is something like this, and if itâs something that he feels, too.
âI get it,â he looks away. âItâs not easy to do nor is it easy to take. You never know if youâre good enough for it or if you deserve it. I learned that the hard way, and I still donât think IâŚâ he trails, shaking his head, as if itâs too much or too soon for him to say.Â
You suppose it is. You donât know much about his relationships but you do remember Taehyung mentioning an ex-girlfriend before, someone whom Jungkook seemed to have loved so much, given the heartbreak he suffered through after the breakup. You wonder if heâll ever talk about her, or if it even matters. Heâs already let you in, and you donât want to give him a reason to shut you out or feel like youâre intruding. Your relationships are hard to talk about, too, not because they hurt you but because you feel ashamed of them. There are crevices in your heart that you want to leave untouched; you suppose that so does he.
âItâs okay,â you tell him, hoping heâd look at you again.Â
He eventually does, the softness on his face returning when you tell him you understand. He nods and smiles, pulling you close for a languid kiss, his grip on your waist tightening as you match his slow place.Â
Jungkook feels you smile against his lips. Whatever heaviness he felt earlier as he talked about love, something heâs been afraid to have again after he shunned it away, disappears.Â
Thatâs what kissing you does to him, heâs learning now. It makes the pain hurt less. It makes him forget about his burdens. It makes him feel something he hasnât in a long time. It makes him hope that heâs capable of doing right by you this time.Â
And with how you hug him tightly after you pull away to breathe, he knows that kissing you gives him that strength to face whatever it is heâs still afraid of, and that youâll stand by him until heâs ready.
You watch Jungkook from next to your closet as you wear your slip-on dress, a practical outfit given your shopping plans this afternoon. Youâve gone back to your apartment for a change of clothes and to bring some back to his place, and you left him in your living room as you packed your stuff from several meters away.Â
He stands by your couch, hands in his pockets as he looks at your photos on the shelf. He has a faraway look in his eyes, one thatâs different from the times he zones out and temporarily escapes to somewhere in his head. You wonder what specific photo heâs focused on and what heâs thinking, so you walk over to him and stand on his side.Â
Itâs the one of you in your uniform during your first day at your new school in Busan. You donât remember much from that day but your mom said you were shy to make friends. She told you that she was going to just be around because she worked there, too. You smiled just like she asked as she knelt down next to you while a moment marking your new life in a new town was being memorialized.Â
You donât recall taking that many pictures growing up but apparently she did, as she gave you a box of them when you moved back to Seoul on your own. They were all memories from a past you either couldnât remember or tried hard to forget, but somehow she kept the good ones, perhaps to remind you that in the midst of all that nightmare, she did her best to keep you safe and happy.
âYou have your motherâs smile,â Jungkook says. âItâs very warm and encouraging. I get it now, why my father thought you were just like her. Youâve always had this tenderness ever since you were young.â
âI guess,â you hum. âWhoâd know the pain underneath all that, right?â
âIâm sorry for what you had to go through,â he turns to you, feeling that tinge of pain in recalling what you experienced as a child.Â
âAnd Iâm sorry for what it did to your family,â you sigh, an apology that took you this long to give.
âIt wasnât your fault,â he responds, turning his gaze back to the photo. âI let the resentment get to me. I guess⌠my parents didnât deserve that.â
âIt doesnât change the fact that you were hurt, Jungkook. Your parents will always carry that with them. But they⌠they saved us. They helped us get away,â you remind him.Â
âI know. You get to be next to me because of them and that⌠thatâs helped me alot,â he admits. âIt helped me understand and forgive.â
âThatâs good. Iâm sure that means everything to them.â
Thereâs silence as his eyes remain focused on the photo, and you wonder what else heâs thinking, if thereâs anything else heâs sorry or thankful for.
âIâm trying so hard to remember meeting you that day,â he finally says, with a hint of desperation in his voice. âIâve buried so many memories and this is the one I wish I kept but I⌠I canât because itâs gone. I hate that it is.â
âIâve been trying to remember you, too,â you respond. âI almost didnât believe my mom when she said that weâve met before. She never told me about it but she said it slipped her mind. It was a long time ago and so much happened that day. Seeing you with that chocopie triggered that memory, I guess. We donât really talk about that time anymore. And I hate that itâs buried somewhere in my mind. But itâs a nice thought, isnât it?â You turn to him. âWe met all those years ago and we never knew. But I kept you with me in the form of a dessert that I still absolutely love, that I eat whenever Iâm sad or alone or upset. Connections arenât fleeting, Iâm sure of it now. Youâre proof of that.â Â
He returns your look, one of sadness but acceptance. Itâs one of those things youâre both going to have to deal with, as all the truths about your past come to light. You hope you can just focus on the good things from now on, and with how his lips slowly turn up in a smile, you think that so does he.
âThatâs true,â he hums. âYou stuck it out for me without even knowing. Thatâs⌠thatâs pretty special.â
âIt is,â you say, wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug and hearing him release a breath when you do. He returns the affection immediately, and realizing that itâs something you both naturally give to and receive from each other makes you smile. âItâs as if there was some invisible string that kept pulling me towards you. Itâs kinda stubborn like me, I think.â
Itâs a thought you hold close to your heart. Youâre not really one who believes in fate, but with Jungkook, itâs easy to fall into it. You canât help but think that beyond the debt you felt you had to pay, you unknowingly stayed in the company for another reason, and perhaps thatâs so you could meet him and remember it this time.Â
You held out so you could build something with him, so you could learn to want to be free, and then want it enough to finally put yourself first. Youâre only able to be with him because of that choice, and despite what it took for you to get here, itâs that same string thatâs keeping you from regretting all your decisions.Â
He responds with a soft kiss on your lips, one that you quickly melt into. The tender moment is slightly disrupted when he kneads your ass, something youâre also learning heâs quite fond of doing, causing you to yelp in surprise and laugh in response. But he just giggles and says he canât help it. He buries his face in your neck, the feel of him so close warming your insides as he seems to crave that proximity, too.
His phone ringing prompts him to pull away, and you let him go once he greets his mother on the other line.Â
âHello, my dear,â she chirps. âHow are you feeling today? Your father told me that you left the Arts Center quite early last night.â
âUh, yeah, I did,â he hums, sitting on the couch now while he watches you finish your packing. âI was just tired from all the socializing.â
âI understand. I can imagine how exhausted you must feel. Were you able to get some rest?â
âSort of,â he answers, smiling internally at how the night went.Â
Sure, there was a bit of rest, if he counts the four hours of sleep he had because he just couldnât get enough of you. Even when he was spent from all that you did, heâd just take you in his arms and all you had to do was smile at him or softly kiss his lips and then he wanted to go another round.Â
He supposes that all the built-up tension and months of holding himself back had just exploded, and he wants every opportunity he could have to show you how much you mean to him.
âWell, even then, I was hoping youâre free for dinner tonight,â his mother says. âThink of it as a celebration now that your big project is completed.â
âI, uh, Iâm kinda busy tonight,â he responds. âMaybe we can have dinner another time?â
âWhat else could you possibly be busy with this time?â She asks, but she doesnât sound offended.Â
Thereâs a tone of acceptance in her voice. Jungkook knows sheâs used to this, but he doesnât want this to continue being a norm. He genuinely wants to make time for them, and itâs something you encouraged him to do, too. But heâs still caught up with his new reality with you, so he decides to be honest instead.
âBeing with ___,â he admits. âWe finally talked and we, uh, we spent the night together. And weâre going out today.â
âOh, thatâs amazing news,â she sighs in relief. âYour father can breathe easy now. And he can finally claim to be a matchmaker,â she chuckles.
Jungkook hears his old man in the background say that it took 20 years but heâll take it.
âIs he next to you?â Jungkook laughs.Â
âHe is,â she responds. âHe said he saw ___ last night and she was looking for you, but he wasnât sure how to ask you how it went. So he asked me to invite you to dinner and see if you had plans and well, weâre glad you do.â
âYeah, we just have a lot to make up for,â he explains, glancing at you. âIf you were serious about a celebratory dinner then we can have it another day. Is that okay?â
âOf course, my dear,â she responds. âWhat about next weekend?â
âIâll confirm with her and let you know.â
âAlright, son. Well, we donât want to keep you,â his mother says. âYou and ___ have a good day, okay? Weâll see you soon.â
You watch Jungkook smile through the conversation with his parents, something you assume hasnât happened in years. Itâs nice to see him slowly start to mend their relationship. And though you want him to spend time with them, you also canât help but want to have him all to yourself, and staying in where he promised to cook you his speciality for dinner is how you want to spend your Saturday evening.
The thought excites you. Everything that happened last night just intensified your desire for him. For months, the affection you felt towards him slowly developed. And for months after, you tried to downplay it and hold yourself back from all you could feel. Now, you get to have him in all the ways you want, and itâs overwhelming. What once was a battle of conflicting emotions in your head and heart has been replaced with an overflow of them - all good ones, and itâs a new experience.Â
Itâs a new experience being able to talk about the things that hurt you, that scared you, that you dream about, just like you did last night while you sat on the couch. Itâs new being entangled with someone under soft sheets and actually wanting to stay. Itâs new sharing a meal with someone while you talk about your plans for the day, and then holding their hand while they drive later on. Itâs a new experience welcoming someone into your home and imagining spending days with them here.Â
Itâs also a new experience being able to openly ogle them, like what youâre doing now as you gaze at Jungkook sitting on your couch, phone still in hand as he now talks to Seokjin on the phone.Â
Heâs donned in a pair of jeans and plain white shirt with a baseball cap on, a casual ensemble that still has you melting because of how comfortable he looks. The thin, silver chain is an unexpected accessory, and he said itâs something heâs always had but rarely wore. But upon seeing your satisfied look, he said heâll wear it from now on. The way he smirked at you plays in your head, and with how heâs got his legs splayed out and his hand behind his head, you start to feel that familiar knot in your belly. You turn around before you get tempted to do anything. And while youâre free to do so, some self-discipline wouldnât hurt.Â
Youâre not pressed for time so you let him continue with his call. Based on what you hear, heâs updating his best friends about what happened last night, and his groans tell you that theyâre probably teasing him about it. Affectionately, you assume.Â
You decide to water your plants while waiting. It's been days. Some leaves have started to dry up so you remove those, too. Youâre focused on what youâre doing and jerk in surprise when you feel Jungkookâs arms wrap around your waist. But you settle in his hold immediately, leaning on his chest and humming in contentment now that your plants look better and more alive.Â
âSorry I kept you waiting,â he says, his chin resting on your shoulder now.Â
âItâs alright,â you reply. âHow did the talk with your parents go? And your friends?â
âAll fine. My parents want to have dinner and the guys want to go to a club,â he sighs. âBut I said youâre my priority right now and not them, so they just have to wait until Iâm free, which probably wonât be for a while since we have plans and all.â
âAnd what are those plans?â You turn around and ask.Â
âI donât know, weâll just have to make them.â
You playfully shake your head and lay your hands on his chest, a habit you think youâre going to develop with the way he constantly pulls you close.Â
âWe could make plans with them,â you say softly. âNot unless you, uh, donât want to.â
âDonât be silly,â he frowns. âOf course I do. I just donât want to impose and have you spend time with my family and friends if you donât want to.â
âWhy wonât I want to?â You frown back. âPlus, thatâs part of being with you, isnât it? Spending time with the people you care about?â
âIt is,â he smiles. âSo, uh, what do you think about next Saturday? We can have dinner with my parents then go out with the guys and then say weâre tired so we can leave early?â
âThatâs⌠thatâs quite the plan,â you laugh.Â
âOr we could just reschedule time with Seokjin and Taehyung. Theyâll understand.â
âIâm fine with that, too,â you nod. âAnd then maybe we could also, uh, make the trip to Daegu and I can properly introduce you to my family?âÂ
âThat sounds good,â he nods. âAnd what about your friends? That is, if they want to spend time with me. And by they, I mean Jimin.â
You snort in response to Jungkook's statement, which heâs not wrong for making. The last time they were in the same room together, you felt the tension through the roof.Â
âHeâs just being protective, as he should,â you explain. âHeâs seen me date men who turned out to be shitty and he just wants to make sure Iâm treated well. And that Iâm happy. And I am, so heâll be fine.â
âAre you sure thatâs all?â Jungkook questions.
âYes,â you assure him. âWeâve been best friends for 20 years. Itâs natural to be cautious about people. At least he is because Iâm clearly not.â
âOkay,â he hums. âWeâll make plans, then. And then we can go to one of our properties in Gwangju. And Jeju. And anywhere you want to go to. We could fly to Japan or Europe or wherever, really.â
âAlright, one at a time,â you chuckle, the mix of excitement and nervousness filling you up. âLetâs not forget that I have a budget and limited leaves.â
âWhich weâll work out,â he says, adding that heâs definitely not going to make you spend a single cent. âBut we could also just stay in or go to a park or watch movies. Anything, really.â
Thereâs a sadness in his eyes that you recognize, like this admission of longing that he doesnât want to acknowledge. You soften as you caress his face, wanting him to know that whatever it is he wants to do, you want to do all of those with him, too.
âI⌠I donât know when the last time was that I actually looked forward to the weekend,â he admits. âI didnât actually like it, only because I was forced to not work. And I always wanted to work. It⌠it made me forget how lonely I really was.â
He looks away, as he reveals a part of him that heâs never shared to anyone.Â
It wasnât always like this. His teenage years were filled with holidays with his parents and weekends in their scenic properties despite the distance he felt from them. But he couldnât wait to grow up, to be independent and live life his way. He studied hard and by the time he was in university, he was working at the company already, eager to learn and earn money, something he continued to do when he did his postgraduate studies in Singapore.Â
But he had Chaerin then, and his life was filled with excitement and happiness. There was always something to do, something to look forward to, until he lost it all and became a shell of who he was. There was so much void within that continued to get larger the more he spent time on his own after the breakup.Â
He worked even harder because he didnât know what to do with his time. He bought useless things because he didnât know what to do with his money. He went to clubs and slept around because he didnât want to be alone with his thoughts, only so he wouldnât be faced with the reality that he wasnât happy, that all the things he wanted - a sense of purpose, a hand to hold - were out of his reach.
The Arts Center was his saving grace. It gave his life meaning, as he sought meaning through it. And thatâs what allowed him to be here with you. In building something for others, he realized how strong his desire for intimacy was, and how much he wanted to experience the world with someone, to share in its joys and difficulties, to learn what more he could give and get from it. And youâre everything tangible that used to just be a blur to him.
In building something for you, he realized how much he wants you to be happy, how much he wants you to always be safe. And he gets to be that person who makes it happen.Â
Itâs barely been a day but he supposes itâs why he canât get enough of you, why he constantly reaches out, needing to know youâre next to him and not some image he conjured in his mind. Itâs why he wants to make all these plans, so he could experience all the things heâs wanted but was always afraid to feel because of the fear of losing it one day.Â
âThere are so many places I want to explore and I want us to do them together,â you whisper, tilting his chin so he faces you again. âThere are all these things I want to try and experience, even some things I usually do on my own that I want to share with you. I get you, Jungkook. I let days pass me by. All I did was look forward to something I didnât even know. Now I know what I want, and that includes having them with you.â
His eyes soften as you utter the words, with your fingers tracing his face as if to see if heâs real, too, and if happiness is something that you can finally touch.Â
âYou donât have to feel alone anymore,â you continue. âAnd I donât have to feel that way, either, because youâre there. I want you to always be there.â
âI will,â he smiles, gently pressing his lips onto yours. âAnd we can do whatever you want.â
âOkay. A ghost tour is on my list,â you say, thinking to lighten the mood.
âIt is, huh?â He laughs. âI mean, sure. I can definitely protect you.â
âYou mean, I can protect you,â you counter.Â
â___, Iâm scared of thunder, not ghosts. I think Iâll be fine,â he chuckles.Â
âAnd Iâm scared of the living, not the dead, so Iâll be fine, too,â you point out. âIâve always wanted to try it but I didnât want a spirit to latch onto me because I was alone.â
���I donât think thatâs how it goes,â he playfully shakes his head. âBut sure, we can do that. Anything else?â
âHmm. Something outdoors? I⌠I really liked it when we were at your lake house and we sat on the rocks by the stream,â you reminisce. âIt was very peaceful and it was just nice being out there.â
âDid you like it when you had your arms around me during the ATV ride, too?â He smirks. âBecause I did.â
âIt was bumpy,â you pout. âI should drive it next time and you can be my passenger.â
âGotta learn how to drive first,â he teases. âHow come you never learned?â
âBecause it didnât seem practical to learn and not have a car to drive,â you reason. âIâll just forget it so I never bothered. Probably when Iâm in my forties and I can afford to buy one.â
âOr I can get you one.â
He looks at you like heâs serious, and he probably is. So you draw the line before he thinks itâs okay for him to do that.
âYou wonât. I will not accept it,â you say sternly. âAnd you will not buy me anything of that kind.â
âFine. But I can buy you other things like jewelry and clothes andââ
âJungkook, you know I donât like you for your money, right?â You frown. âI know weâre leagues apart in terms of wealth and Iââ
âI know,â he says, pulling open your crossed arms and wrapping them around him again. âIâm just saying that I want to buy you things because I like you. Itâs⌠just a way for me to show you how I feel. No cars, I promise.â
âGood. Iâm not gonna be able to drive it anyway,â you laugh.
âI can always teach you,â he says. âItâs still a good skill to have, you know?â
âHmm, maybe one of these days,â you smile.Â
âSo in the meantime, I can get you something else. Maybe something for work? Please?â
He uses his doe-eyes to convince you, and it doesnât take much. You suppose that for someone whoâs not always good with words, buying you things is a way for him to make up for it. He built you a library, after all. Youâre not always good with words, either, but perhaps accepting what he gives is a way for you to show him how you feel, too, among other things.Â
âFine,â you give in. âJust one thing.â
You find yourself hours later in a boutique shop on a quiet street in Incheon.Â
You and Jungkook agreed that doing your shopping in the neighboring city will keep you from running into people that you donât want knowing about your relationship at this point, such as the management support team or anyone else, really.Â
You went to a shopping center after the hour-long drive. You opted for mid-range brands that offered comfortable basics, stocking up on slacks and tops to match the blazers and coats that you already have. You picked some flowy skirts and dresses, too, while Jungkook convinced you to get some of the statement pieces that caught your eye.Â
He was an engaged companion, carrying your basket as you walked around and then finding you when you wandered too far. He gave approving nods whenever you showed something to him, surprising you when heâd comment that you already have a similar colored top. He looked embarrassed then, when he explained that you had outfits that stuck with him. You admitted that so did you, with his charcoal and navy suits as your favorites.Â
He sported that shy smile again, a sight you never thought youâd one day be spoiled with. It always gave you a kind of comfort that youâve never felt before, and you suppose itâs why you wanted to keep seeing it. Doing this with him today has given you that same feeling, especially when heâd look at you satisfied and say that he really likes how the outfit looks on you.Â
You passed on the premium outlet shopping center, stating your case to Jungkook that youâre not one to wear luxury brands to a place as constant as your workplace. And while you agreed to him buying you something, you said you preferred it to be one of quality, and not just because it was expensive. Which is why youâre currently in this local boutique store selling the prettiest shoes youâve ever seen. Â
The name sounds familiar, and you remember going through some fashion magazines at Taehyungâs shop and seeing this listed on a best new brands list. Deservingly so, it seems, as the collection before you boasts of a variety of simple and statement designs that look soft and comfortable, too. Youâre particularly drawn to the colored ones, since you could never wear those styles before. Your recommended outfits only allowed basic and muted colors, so your black and nude pumps were your go-to. And while youâll still be wearing those, you definitely want a pair that would stand out. Or two.Â
âSee anything you like?â Jungkook breaks through your thoughts.Â
You turn to him with a sparkle in your eyes as you nod shyly.Â
âSee anything you really like?â He chuckles as he walks towards you and you nod again.Â
âTell me,â he urges.
You get the ones that caught your eye - a pair of orange satin pumps and these olive green suede heels with ankle straps. You love the hues and how theyâll contrast some of your neutral-colored outfits, but right now, you donât know which one you want more.
âI canât choose between these two,â you say, scrunching your eyebrows.Â
âEasy. We get both of them,â Jungkook replies as he asks the staff to get your size.Â
He stands in front of you as you try each pair, his eyes following you as you walk around the store and check yourself in the mirror. He softens at your smile as you look at your reflection. Thereâs wonder in it, and heâs glad that heâs able to give this to you, of all things. Itâs cliche but those shoes will take you to places; he looks forward to being next to you when they do.Â
He giggles when you wear one of each pair and keep turning positions to see how you look in them.Â
âHey, Iâm serious,â he says. âWe can get both of them. You can even get more.â
âBut I donât want you to spoil me,â you pout.Â
âBut I will,â he insists, standing in front of you now. âI liked the smile you had earlier. I want to keep making you smile like that. And no, I donât think youâre being materialistic or anything,â he adds before you unnecessarily defend yourself. âTheyâre pretty things and I want to give them to you.â
âFine,â you pout again. âDo you like them, at least?â
âTheyâre nice,â he compliments.
âJust nice?â You frown. âThatâs what you said the first time you saw me in a dress.âÂ
Your teasing smile makes him laugh, but it somehow comforts him. He remembers that day clearly, when you accompanied him to Taehyungâs shop to fit the suits made for him, and you tried on the gowns that his best friend made for you, too. Seeing you in that burgundy attire made his heart drop, and thatâs whatâs been happening every single time that he sees you all dressed up. He didnât think youâd remember but apparently, it stuck with you.Â
âItâs not like I could say that you looked stunning then, now could I?â He cocks an eyebrow.Â
âSo thatâs what you thought, huh?â You nibble your lower lip.
âAlways,â he responds. âItâs been hard keeping myself together ever since.â
The heat rushes to your cheeks at his confession, and for all the times you cursed yourself for being unprofessional for finding him attractive, you at least donât feel too bad now that he thought the same.Â
âThat makes both of us,â you smirk, liking how he playfully shakes his head and turns away.
He wants to kiss you right now but he knows itâs not the time nor place.Â
âSo, both of these shoes, then?â He confirms. âAre you sure you only want two?â
âYes. Youâve spoiled me enough already,â you state.Â
He concedes, even if he really wants to buy you more. He wants to shower you with so many things but he doesnât want to overwhelm you with that side of him just yet, so heâll take things slow for now.Â
He walks with you to the counter where he pays for the shoes. He sees the sparkle in your eyes when he takes the shopping bags from the staff and thereâs something so wholesome about how you look that has his insides warming up.Â
âYou like them, too, right?â You ask as you both walk out the store to head back to the car.Â
âOf course,â he hums. âTheyâre pretty and you like them. Plus, I saw the reviews that said the shoes are comfortable and sturdy. And you need that. I canât have you tripping yourself because of unstable heels and then falling into the arms of some man again. I wonât be there to catch you anymore.â
âHey,â you pull his arm to get his attention, frowning at him when he turns to you at the reminder of that Arts Center incident. âThat was one time.â
âYou trip on yourself when youâre on the ladder, too,â he points out. âAnd Iâm always there breaking your fall.â
âAnd why are you?â You cock an eyebrow. âYou always had your eyes on me, didnât you, Mr. Jeon?â
âCouldnât help it, even if I wasnât supposed to,â he says. âI just found myself always looking out for you. And you just happened to be tripping a few of those times.â
You laugh in response because heâs not wrong, but itâs also a way for you to tell him itâs okay. You suppose you werenât the only one paying attention because he seemed to do that a lot with you. And the more you think about it, the more you realize that the feelings you once doubted were sincere have been present all this time. But he held himself back, just like you did. He tried not to cross the line because he knew it wouldnât be right until you did, and all he wanted was to keep you close so he could be there for you. Because the moment he knew what was keeping you there, he made the difficult decision of letting you go.Â
You smile at the thought, learning now that when it comes to you, Jungkook is attentive. Heâs protective and he wants to make you happy, to shower you with gifts, to make you experience good things in life because itâs his way of expressing his feelings. You may be starting a new job that requires you to be apart from him, but in his own ways, heâs still looking out for you.Â
You want to carry him with you as you take on a new challenge, too. And youâll look back on today as a way for you to do that. Itâs in the shoes that he bought for you; itâs in his company and patience as you went around looking for clothes earlier; itâs in the experience of doing something together.Â
A sigh of relief escapes you as you settle in the passenger seat. Itâs been tiring but also really fun, and you smile again at the thought of being able to do this for yourself.Â
Since your first visit at Rkive Publishing, youâve been envisioning how youâd look and how your days were going to be. It filled you with excitement seeing that image of you in your mind - dressed in clothes that made you feel comfortable but powerful, in an environment that was challenging but exhilarating, in a place that didnât make you feel stuck or constrained. It truly feels like a new beginning, and you didnât realize that the simple act of shopping could make you see yourself differently, that it could make your approach to work feel more relaxed.
âI didnât know you enjoyed shopping that much,â Jungkook says. âGuess weâll have to do that again.â
âI didnât know, too,â you chuckle. âBut I think itâs more than that,â you turn to him with a soft smile. âI donât think Iâve ever really shopped for a full wardrobe before. All my office clothes were hand-me-downs from my mom when I started working and I just gradually bought my own over the years. But now I get to buy all these new things for what I feel like is a new chapter in my life, you know? It sounds silly but Iâm pretty sentimental about it.â
âItâs not silly,â he replies. âYouâre doing something that you chose, that youâre happy with. That means everything.â
His eyes soften and you realize that you havenât really talked about your resignation. And with all your excitement for your new job, the last thing you want is for you to think that you felt burdened by working for him.
âJungkook, I⌠Iâm sorry for resigning when I did,â you start, earning you a shake of his head. âI donât want you to think that I wasnât happy working for the company. Because I had great moments, and you were one of them,â you explain.Â
He nods as he takes in your words, and you take his hand to tell him you mean them.Â
âIt was hard at first but I stuck it out because it felt ungrateful of me to leave,â you continue. âThings got better when I was under Hoseok but there was always that feeling that I didnât deserve everything, even if I was giving all of myself to the job. And that was all on me. I realized that I was the one who couldnât move on from my past. And I just constantly felt stuck. Working hard was all I knew how to do until I didnât know myself anymore but you⌠You helped me realize what I was missing. You helped me realize what I could be.â
âHow?â He asks.
âThe Arts Center,â you say. âLearning about why you wanted to build it showed me that itâs what I wanted, too - to create meaning, to connect people to something, to experience something tangible that could stay with us. You were so passionate about it and I wanted to be passionate about something just like you. And Iâm sorry I had to leave because of that. And well, I also really like you and it didnât feel right to stay any longer after what happened.â
âI didnât realize that it meant that much to you,â he responds, caressing your hand now.Â
âIt did. It still does. Being there last night made me feel so many things, especially the library,â you say. âI think Iâll need time to really soak everything in.â
âWe can do that tomorrow,â he suggests. âItâll be open until late all weekend and we can go around if you want.â
âIâd really like that,â you smile at him.Â
He smiles back but thereâs still that tinge of sadness in his eyes, and you continue looking at him to urge him to say what he wants to say.Â
âI shouldâve asked you why you wanted to leave instead of asking you to stay,â he sighs. âI probably wouldâve understood. I mean I⌠Iâm working for my family and itâs all Iâll ever do. Iâve lost myself in it, too. I know itâs not the same but I guess thatâs why constructing the Arts Center mattered that much to me. It was different. I felt like it was the only way I could find meaning in what I was doing, something that went beyond my duties to my family. I⌠I learned what I wanted to be for someone, too, because of you. So I understand why you have to do this for yourself, ___,â he turns to you with an assuring look. âAfter everything settled, I knew that leaving would be the only way for you to be truly happy because then, you get to do something for yourself. And I just want you to know that I really want this for you, too. Iâm just glad I get to be next to you like this.â
You feel your eyes turn glassy. You hadnât realized just how much you needed to hear that from him. And given all the new experiences and challenges youâll be facing, having someone to hold your hand and tell you that things will be okay makes it more meaningful. You wonât be going through things on your own anymore. And you get to tell him that he wonât, either.Â
His smile tells you that he understands, and itâs one that you mirror.
âYour new boss seems nice,â Jungkook says as he looks back on the road. âHe called me one day and asked about you.â
âNamjoon did say he spoke with you,â you respond. âAnd yes, heâs very kind. He rambles a lot but heâs just very passionate about books and literature. Iâm sure Iâll learn so much from him.â
âThatâs good. Itâs a new industry so itâs important to have a mentor like him,â Jungkook hums. âJust, you know, donât trip and fall into his arms or something.â
âThat is not going to happen,â you laugh. âAre you jealous?â You nudge him. âAre you the jealous type?â
âNo,â he frowns.Â
âGood. You have nothing to be worried about, okay? He has nice dimples but I like yours better,â you tease.Â
He pouts at you but you just kiss his cheek to appease him, your own affection surprising you. You find yourself constantly showing it to him, wanting him to know how you feel instead of words you donât think youâll be able to say.Â
âAre you the jealous type?â He asks now.
âI actually donât know,â you wonder.Â
Your past relationships werenât really exclusive so you didnât have a reason to be jealous.Â
âWe should go to a club and see,â he says.Â
âHey,â you whine. âAll the women will flock to you.â
âAnd who says the men wonât flock to you?â He arches an eyebrow. âYouâre the one that people fall for.â
âAnd youâre not?â
â___, Iâve slept with women but letâs not pretend they wanted to be with me,â he chuckles.Â
âMaybe they did, and you just never gave them a chance,â you reason.
âWell, I never let them stay long enough to know,â he shrugs. âItâs not something I do, and itâs not something I ask of them.â
But you asked me to, you donât say. You remember the look of rejection in his eyes that night at his office and how you turned him away. Perhaps to him, youâre also someone he was willing to crawl out of his walls for, and for a time, he thought you didnât want him enough.Â
You promise yourself that youâll make it a point to show him that you always do, whether itâs through words or actions but especially through your way of opening up yourself to him completely.Â
You nudge his hand thatâs still in yours, prompting him to look at you.Â
âIâm here to stay,â you tell him, wanting him to feel the weight of your words because you donât do that for anyone, either. âIâm not going anywhere.â
You say it almost in a whisper, like itâs a promise you want him to know youâll always keep. He lifts your hand to his lips and he kisses it, a way to let you know that heâs not going anywhere, too. Heâll keep holding your hand wherever you or he goes because he knows that right next to you is where he wants to be.
Itâs a very intimate act, and itâs barely been a day but heâs done so many of those already with you, including expressing his honest and sentimental feelings. He supposes itâs all the time heâs held back. Or maybe all the years that he kept himself from feeling and showing any of that.Â
But you have each other to share those with now and he hopes that however he chooses to show them to you, youâll understand and accept them and like you said, youâll stay and not go anywhere.Â
You spend the rest of the car ride back to Seoul talking about the posts and articles being written about the Arts Center. You go on social media and read them out to Jungkook, warming at how softly he smiles with every compliment from the visitors and artists. Even if you werenât there during the ceremony last night, youâre glad that youâre at least able to celebrate with him from this day forward.Â
You arrive at a supermarket and let Jungkook take the lead. But while heâs buying to fill up his fridge and pantry, heâs taken it upon himself to make sure you have everything you need and want, too.Â
He picks up the coffee pods and grounds that you mentioned you like. He asks you for your preferred snacks and desserts on top of the chocopie that he gets boxes of. He lets you choose your skincare and bath products. He grabs containers of side dishes and an array of meat and vegetables, as well as a sack of rice. There are other ingredients he gets and before you know it, youâve got a cart filled to the brim and a satisfied man pushing it to the counter.Â
He pays for his purchases and you realize just how much heâs actually bought.
âAre you throwing a party that I donât know of?â You tease, as he hauls all the groceries in his trunk. âThatâs a lot of shopping for one person.â
âI, uh, I was hoping to have you stay over during the weekends,â he says shyly. âI mean, we can also stay at your place if youâre okay with us being there. But I just thought about buying a lot of what we want when we stay in and stuff.â
âAre you bribing me with food so that Iâll spend more nights with you?â You cock an eyebrow.
âYes? Well, Iâd like to think Iâm good company, too,â he chuckles. âAnd that youâd, uh, want to spend time with me. Is it too much?â
âOf course not,â you say. âItâs sweet actually, how youâre making a space for me in your home. And you donât have to bribe me, you know? The place is good, the companyâs good,â and whispering in his ear, you add, âthe sex is good. I⌠Iâd like to spend time with you, too.â
âThatâs comforting,â he laughs as you both head inside the car. âAlthough Iâd prefer for that last one to be more than good.â
âHmm. Good thing you have tonight to show me, then,â you teasingly smile.Â
He groans as he playfully shakes his head, this bold version of you still flustering him. But he wants to tease back, so he turns to you and pulls your face close to him. He gives you a deep kiss before booping your nose with his.
âJust make sure to keep up, yeah?â He answers.Â
âRude,â you gasp, earning you a laugh. âItâs not my fault you donât get tired.â
âItâs not my fault that you do.â
Your pout makes him want to erase it with a kiss so thatâs what he does again, and he likes that he can do this over and over, as many times as he wants.Â
âIâm kidding. Iâll do whatever you want,â he smiles. âJust as long as it makes you feel good.â
Youâre only able to nod now, not wanting to provoke him any further because another word of him telling you what he can do is gonna cause you to spiral.Â
The sun is still out by the time you arrive at his penthouse with everything you bought for the day. He insists on having your clothes washed - a perk he has as owner of the building, and you give in. He says itâs so theyâre all ready for you next week, and youâre once again reminded of this thoughtful side of him. Sure, money helps, but you suppose itâs easy for a rich man to just think of what conveniences him but not others. In many ways, heâs shown you that heâs more than that. Youâre able to see it all up close now, and you canât help but like him even more.Â
After he hands your bag of clothes to the butler, he heads to the kitchen where he says heâs going to prepare dinner. You follow him and look on curiously as he brings out a few of the ingredients you bought earlier.
âWhatâs on the menu?â You ask, sitting on the counter right next to where heâs got his work space laid out.
âBuckwheat noodles with my special sauce,â he answers. âAnd some boiled pork.â
âThat sounds delicious,â you hum. âAnd here I thought you hire people to cook for you.â
âCanât really call someone over at 2AM to make me dinner, can I?â He laughs.Â
âWhy would you have dinner at 2AM?!â
âBecause itâs how I am,â he shrugs. âI mean, sometimes I have dinner out. Some nights Iâm so tired from work so I take a nap and wake up at odd hours, or Iâd just work all night and realize I havenât eaten so I make something then. Meat is easy to grill, noodles are quick to make, but for you, Iâm making special versions.â
âI feel special already,â you giggle. âBut thatâs not healthy, Jungkook,â you turn serious. âMeal time is meal time and rest time is rest time. You always work so hard, you need to take a break and not overdo yourself.â
âI know. You used to tell me that all the time,â he smiles softly. âIt was nice to hear, and I listened to you. I guess those were the only times when I let myself take a breath. You were pretty stubborn about it.â
âBecause you were a hard-head about it,â you frown. âSo much for being protective of me when you couldnât even look out for yourself.â
âI know, thatâs why you were there,â he points out. âAnd you were the same, so thatâs why I was there for you, too. We, uh, I guess we complemented each other that way.âÂ
âI guess,â you smile now.Â
Thereâs some sadness in that thought, though, at how you both went on years just focusing on your respective jobs individually and not having much you share with others. Sure, you had your friends and so did he, but in the silence of your own homes, you lived through every day just waiting for the next, not knowing what to look forward to about it.Â
You suppose thatâs what happens when you share only the most shallow parts of yourself to someone - your body, your time, your energy - but even those were limited. Now, you get to feel what itâs like to share more of them, in ways that require more. But youâre willing to do all that, and you can see that so is he.  Â
Jungkook boils the pork in some spices and says that itâll take some time. He gestures towards the balcony where you see the sun about to set. Youâve never seen it from this high, and he says that he hasnât watched it from here in months because heâs been getting home late. His office doesnât offer this same view.Â
You head out and take a seat on the couch where he follows. He positions himself next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until youâve got your legs on his lap and your head on his chest. Being with him like this, you feel comfortable again; you feel safe.Â
The sky is beautiful and itâs another version of it that you get to share with him. You know thereâll be more of this that youâll have, and youâll keep this in your memory just like all the other times that you did.Â
His free hand draws patterns on your knee and you try to decipher what they are, recalling those days of watching him doodle on his leather notebook and wondering whatâs on his mind.Â
Itâs something you ask him and there's a beat of silence before he answers.
âThereâs a lot of things I think about,â he says. âMost times I donât know how to make sense of them or express them so I just draw whatever I feel like. Theyâre mostly figures and structures because they at least make sense to me even if my feelings donât.â
âWhat about now? Do your feelings make sense?â
âA little bit,â he hums, but he assures you itâs not a bad thing. âYou always felt familiar. I think thatâs why I was so hesitant to get to know you and why I felt like I had to keep my distance. It wasnât right to feel that way for my assistant. I know now why that was. We crossed paths a long time ago and I guess we made each other feel something that we couldnât find in others or that we couldnât find ourselves. Itâs familiar but itâs all new. Isnât it contradictory?â
âMaybe. But it also could be that we felt something like that before and we lost it along the way. And we met again and so weâre feeling it again, but in a different way,â you try to explain. âFamiliar but new. Do you doubt it?â
âNot at all,â he shakes his head. âI just couldnât help but think about it because this version of myself feels different but itâs still me.âÂ
âI get you. Iâm not really like this, either. Iâm not fond of affection. Iâm not this giggly or this⌠honest or this bold. Iâm terrified of many things so Iâm also not this brave but you⌠you bring all that out of me, Jungkook. And it feels really good.â
âIâm not this honest, too. I donât know where my words come from,â he chuckles.Â
âI was about to say that youâre able to express your feelings just fine,â you smile.Â
âThatâs barely scratching the surface,â he says. âThereâs still a lot I donât know how to say.â
Regret is one of them, Jungkook thinks. And guilt and fear and an overwhelming joy and clarity that he canât fully express. Thereâs still hesitation somehow but vulnerability, too. Thereâs a feeling of inadequacy and a desire to give you everything he can.
âMe, too,â you sigh. âWe can always just keep showing it to each other in different ways. I know thatâs not always easy, but we can⌠we can keep trying. I held so much of what I felt for months and Iâm just glad I donât have to do that anymore.â
âI held back for a year,â he blurts, surprising you. Your questioning eyes urge him to continue. âI⌠I thought you were pretty. And you put me in my place, youâre honest and caring, youâre so good at what you do, youâre⌠someone I wanted to be around, even if it didnât seem like it. And Iâll always be sorry for how I treated you.â
âI have a lot of shortcomings, too, Jungkook,â you admit. âI judged you before I met you because you never smiled during the times I saw you. And then I constantly compared you to Hoseok and I shouldnât have.â
âWell, look at me now. I donât think Iâve ever smiled this much,â he chuckles. âBut itâs okay. We⌠we were getting used to each other.â
âWe were. And I⌠I like seeing you smile. There would be nights when Iâd fall asleep thinking about it,â you confess.Â
âHere I thought I was the only one doing that,â he laughs.Â
âWeâre so ridiculous,â you laugh back. âWeâve said too much. Now we can kiss.â
âYou like doing that, huh?â He smirks, pulling you to sit on top of him now.Â
You shift on his lap and find a position that has your heart racing. You moan when his hands guide you in grinding against his slowly hardening length. And he watches you move before his eyes flit to meet yours, the desire heightening and the tension building.
âI do, very much,â you whisper, bending down to graze your nose against his before you kiss him.Â
It starts off tender but with the feel of him underneath you and his tongue amorously entangling with yours, it gets rough soon enough. Youâre thankful that youâre seated closer to the door, leaving you less exposed than if you were near the railings. Itâs enough privacy that heâs able to sneak his hand under your scrunched up dress without you minding, and you moan louder when he pulls your bra so he could flick your nipple thatâs clearly screaming to be touched.Â
You return the favor, untucking his shirt so you could touch his chest, too. It reminds you of how youâd mapped this out last night, the tautness of it making you imagine all the ways you could pleasure him there. But you settle with your nails grazing against his smooth torso this time, knowing you have all of tonight and perhaps tomorrow to do it.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles against your lips. âBaby, weâre gonna have to take this inside,â he says, although he doesnât stop nor let you go. He continues to kiss you and drag his hands all over your back.
âWe should,â you say, not stopping either.Â
It takes a few more nibbles on each otherâs lips before you finally pull away, heaving in pleasure and wanting more. But you remove yourself from him before you get into it again. Walking back inside, he surprises you with another squeeze of your ass, prompting you to turn to him.Â
âYou like doing that, huh?â You repeat his words.Â
âI do, very much,â he hums. He hugs you from behind and says, âthis, too,â as he nuzzles your neck.
You only laugh in response but deep down, thereâs this warmth you feel at how much affection heâs giving you and how much youâre accepting and returning it. You werenât big on intimacy with your exes. You werenât the type to hold their hand or cling to them or caress them outside of sex. They werenât natural for you, and you suppose those kinds of acts required more openness and emotional closeness that you didnât feel for them.
But with Jungkook, itâs as if itâs all you want to do, and it seems to be the same for him. You didnât realize how holding his hand could be so assuring, or how feeling him wrap around you could relieve you of your tiredness, or how kissing him could make time stop yet you still feel thereâs not enough of it when youâre with him.Â
And as he stands by the stove, pan frying dumplings for your appetizer while the pork continues to boil, all you want to do is watch him be.Â
Youâve always admired him for his dedication to his craft. Youâve sat through countless meetings, watched him draft blueprints and plans and present them, and listened to him put together ideas and designs. Heâs creative, rational, and very smart, and it always impressed you how much technical knowledge he has. He always had such confidence in his abilities and that also made him very attractive to you.Â
But seeing him in a domestic setting in his casual clothes while cooking your dinner ignites something else within you. Itâs this desire to see and experience all sides of him, and to be welcomed in every nook of his big heart.Â
He arranges the dumplings on a plate and mixes the dipping sauce, then places the dish on the counter for both of you to enjoy. He takes a piece, blows on it, then feeds it to you, and you laugh to yourself because this is something that you used to tell Hajoon that you could do on your own so he doesnât have to. But with Jungkook doing it now, he triggers a swarm of butterflies in your belly that has you giggling.Â
He just smiles, the warmth in his eyes telling you that this is something he wants to do for you and you let him. Heâs told you he wants to take care of you and you want that, too. You want to show him that you can do it as well.
Jungkook gets a bowl and starts making the sauce while he boils the buckwheat noodles. Itâs something he came up with one late evening, adding perilla oil and egg yolk to the different condiments he had on stock. You feed him dumplings while he mixes the ingredients, which he eventually pours over the noodles then sprinkles seaweed on top of it. It looks creamy and delicious, and partnered with the boiled pork that he plates on a wooden board, your mouth starts to water.
Itâs all surprisingly delicious, as you tell him that you didnât think that just putting a bunch of sauces together would create something that good. You enjoy dinner over beer and then insist that youâll clean up while he takes a bath.Â
Itâs an hour later when you exit his bathroom, your heart skipping a beat at seeing him sitting on the bed, his back across the frame with the covers over his legs while he scrolls through his phone. He doesnât have a shirt on, leaving his toned upper body in full display for you to stare at. Youâve already seen this last night; ran your hands all over them, even, but somehow you know itâll always take your breath away.Â
He looks up when he senses youâre back, and he smiles seeing you donned in one of his oversized shirts. He likes you in his clothes. Thereâs something so domestic about it, even if heâll end up taking them off of you anyway.Â
And thatâs what he does, as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed while you remain standing in front of him. He caresses the sides of your thighs while he looks up at you, before pulling up your shirt that you help him remove.Â
You giggle when his lips immediately plant themselves on your torso, where he kisses and sucks the soft plane of flesh that has you moaning in pleasure. His hands travel around - kneading your ass, sliding up then fondling your breasts, before theyâre removing your underwear and then cupping your bare cunt.
âJungkook, baby,â you whine, feeling the sensation all over your body. âWant you, please.â
Itâs the words he loves hearing from you, knowing the desire comes from somewhere deep. Itâs because youâve allowed him to a place that no oneâs ever been to before, and itâs a place he wants to stay in for as long as youâll let him.Â
And he takes it to heart. He wants to feel you feel good; he wants to hear it, to breathe it, to let your pleasure course through his body and let it linger, and thatâs the only way heâll feel good. Itâs not just about chasing his own high like it used to be. With you, itâs always more.
He switches places with you, lays you on the edge of the bed while he kneels on the floor for that angle that lets him taste all of you. He laps you up and he feels your clit pulsate against his tongue, your breathy curses complementing the way your body screams for him. He increases the pressure to build you up then slows down to prolong it.Â
You seek him. Your hands pull him forward, your cunt thrusts against his face, you yell out his name, and when you come, his lips are what you want all over you, all over again.Â
Youâre eager. The short second it takes for him to stand up, youâre pulling his boxers down and stroking his length; youâre swallowing him whole before he could even catch a breath. But itâs everything he wants, as your warmth coats his aching cock and he pushes into you, hearing your obscene sounds as you take him in.Â
âYou feel so good,â he grunts, your tongue swirling around his slit. âFuck, baby, just like that.â
He manages to open his eyes, and the sight of you eager to please him sends shivers down his spine. You fondle his balls, you play with your breast, you thrust against nothing while you moan with your mouth full of him. He softens for a while, tucking the damp strands of hair behind your ear, before he pulls away then guides you to flip over with your hands and knees on the bed.
Youâre able to take a breath while he puts on his condom, but you're already dazed, your mind completely hazy from everything that Jungkook makes you feel.Â
The way he fills you up is heavenly. He hits your deepest spot, and the pace of his movement has him grazing every inch of your walls. He pushes your waist down with his every thrust, making both of you feel the sensation in a mind-numbing way.
Your knees are trembling but you donât mind. Your knuckles are probably turning white from how hard youâre gripping his sheets but itâs your only anchor for now. Your neck is straining and youâre breathless as he relentlessly bucks his hip against you but you donât want him to stop.Â
He switches it up, both his hands on your waist now to keep it steady while he drags himself in and out of you. You clench around him and push against his movements, and it has him moaning curses with your name. His pace becomes erratic, and thatâs how you know heâs close.
âTouch yourself, baby,â he instructs you. âCome with me. Fuck, fuck, I want you to come.â
You do as youâre told, reaching down to stroke your clit while he pounds you from behind. And when you hear his deep breaths and a prolonged moan, you quicken your pace until youâre coming once again.
He pants, all the energy being drained out of him, but you still feel him gently kiss your shoulders, then your spine, then your ass cheeks before he lays in bed next to you.Â
He breathes heavily but he manages a soft smile that mirrors yours, and all you want to do is wrap him in your arms until you both fall asleep.Â
âSex just good?â He teasingly asks.Â
âWere you trying to make a point?â You cock an eyebrow.
âMaybe,â he huffs.
You shift your position, your arm now supporting your body as you lay on your side. Your hand traces his bare torso, which still rises and falls from the ordeal, and he hums in satisfaction.Â
âDid you like that?â You whisper in his ear, biting your lip in anticipation of his answer.Â
âUh-huh,â he breathes out. âFuck, you feel so good. You take me so well, baby. That was justâŚâ
âI want to keep making you feel good, Jungkook,â you moan, liking how heâs at a loss for words. âAnd I want you to keep fucking me like that.â
Your vulgar words contrast the tender way you graze your nose against his neck, and it somehow makes his mind even more hazy. Youâre everything he wants, and heâll do everything to keep you next to him.Â
âI will,â he promises, turning to his side to face you. âIâll do that and more.â
And he does, as he cleans you up and tucks you under the covers with his arms around your body. Youâre cradled in his, and the clarity you feel after such a mind-numbing experience is so satisfying.Â
You suppose this is what intimacy is - feeling that high and then landing on a soft field of everything beautiful, and you decide that this is the only place youâll ever want to be in. Jungkook smiles at you and you just know he feels the same way you do.
You wake up with Jungkook next to you this time, your limbs entangled with his under the comforts of his soft blanket. Your eyes flutter open and you see him propped up on his tattooed arm, smiling at you.
âWere you just watching me sleep?â You mumble.
âMaybe,â he teasingly shrugs. âItâs nice to see you resting well.â
âItâs your sheets,â you say, earning you a laugh.
âGuess I know what to spoil you with next time,â he winks.Â
âWhat time is it? And why arenât you working out?â You ask, knowing itâs how he always starts his day.Â
â11,â he answers. âIâm surprised I didnât wake up earlier. But when I did I just thought to sleep in with you.â
âHmm, good decision,â you grunt, your mind still half asleep but awake enough to appreciate his half naked form next to you. You scoot closer and hug him, causing him to lay flat on his back while he wraps his arm around your bare body. âThis is better than a workout.â
âWell, I kinda had mine last night,â he giggles.
And heâs not wrong. After he tucked you in bed, you spent another hour or so just talking and cuddling and that led to another round of him pounding into you from the side, and then another one with him over you. He went so hard that he had to take another shower at 3 in the morning and heâs probably done his arm and core exercises for today.Â
You donât even know how you managed to withstand all that, but you did, and you loved every second of it. You loved how he bit his lip in pleasure and how his neck veins popped out as he pounded into you intensely. You basked in his whimpered sounds and the kisses he showered you with as he came down.Â
And now youâre in his embrace, curled against him. You'd do this all day if you could.
âBut this is nice,â he hums, as he strokes your back while also combing your hair with his fingers.Â
He kisses the top of your head while you moan in satisfaction, a kind of soft pleasure that relaxes you, that makes you feel like youâre floating but also enveloped in pure warmth. Thatâs what hugging Jungkook feels like, as his toned but smooth arms wrap around you. His rough fingers tenderly roam your body, and it eases your tired being; nuzzling his neck, you feel like you could fall asleep again.Â
But youâre quite hungry and you assume that so is he, so you slowly disentangle yourself from him and say that youâll be cooking lunch when he whines.Â
âI told you Iâll make something for you this time,â you say, appeasing him with a kiss on the cheek.Â
âFine,â he concedes, stating that heâll go over the interview questions that a few reporters have sent over for him to answer while youâre cooking.Â
He follows you to wash up in the bathroom - then gives you a deeper kiss right after - and then to the kitchen. He sits on the stool by the counter while you cook rice and seafood pajeon, something you boasted about last night.Â
âBabe, you think you could help me with the questions?â He asks, catching you off guard with the pet name that he uses in a different context for the first time.Â
âSure,â you hum. âRead them out loud.â
So he does, and you spend much of the hour going through them and sipping your coffee, with him pulling you for a hug when you wander to his side.Â
You eat lunch while watching sports highlights on TV, then you spend the afternoon laughing over the variety TV show episodes that youâve missed these past weeks.Â
Itâs 5PM when you both start dressing up for dinner that heâll treat you to for your first official date, heâd said, insisting that he likes eating at nice places. He has you to share the experience with this time, and he doesnât want you to worry about expenses of any kind. He wants to eat at your favorite noodle houses, too, and thatâs a plan for another day.Â
You have on a skirt and top outfit that thankfully matches your new pumps. Once you finish putting on your makeup, you head to Jungkookâs walk-in closet to check on him, your throat drying up at seeing him in an all-black denim ensemble. Heâs sexy enough as it is, with the skinny jeans accentuating his ass and his thick thighs. But when the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows and when the buttons are undone just up to his chest to show the tank top heâs wearing underneath, sexy becomes too simplistic. Even more so when you spot the silver chain around his neck again, simple and classic but definitely dangerous.
He turns to you and takes in your look before he smirks. But just as you expect him to compliment you or even kiss you, he instead reaches out for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours when you take it.Â
âLetâs go,â he says, leading you out.Â
He doesnât say much on the way to the car. He just gazes at you then smiles when you look at him. Itâs during the drive when he kisses your hand, surprising you, and thereâs that warmth that you feel again. You listen to the soft sounds of the radio this time, sharing in the silence the way that you used to, and itâs far from uncomfortable, especially with him thumbing your hand that heâs not letting go of.Â
You make it to the restaurant where youâre seated by the window, able to appreciate the setting of the sun. The food is delicious, with the variety of tender meats causing you to silently moan at how good it is. Thereâs an array of dishes that Jungkook orders, and you spend the rest of dinner talking about your favorite food and the other places you want to try.Â
Satisfied from the meal, you both head to the Arts Center. You know youâll have another time to fully explore. Youâll remember how the areas looked before renovation and youâll look on in pride at how different they are now. Thereâll be opportunities for you to check every exhibition and watch performances here. When the Center hosts some of the international film festival events in two months, youâll definitely attend and pay attention to the halls and other spaces. Youâll come during the day and appreciate the light coming through the windows, and youâll be able to gaze at the art installations outdoors.
But tonight, you want your focus to be on the childrenâs library, the one that Jungkook had built for you.Â
The Center closes late on weekends so you have time to savor it. You want to remember the feeling of being inside it with him, as if youâre making him part of the memory, as if youâre including him in the best moments of your childhood.Â
You finally enter the grand library, appreciating the details and the grandness of it. You ask Jungkook where the archive section is now, and what the process of moving it was like.Â
âI had to incorporate it in the main area instead of separating it,â he explains. âYoongi and I found a corner to establish its presence and then scattered the pieces beyond that, putting them in glass enclosures around the desks and on the walls. I think itâs better that way; visitors become intrigued and want to learn more, so they could go around and end up exploring more of the library.â
âThatâs strategic,â you say, appeased that there were gains in making the change. You stand at the entrance of the childrenâs space and then to him. âSo, what made you decide to do this?â
He talks about his late afternoon jog one weekend and discovering a park that reminded him of the playground that his father built for him. He tells you about all the apologies his old man couldnât make, and all the words left unsaid that Jungkook realized had held them together despite the distance and the detachment.Â
âI thought about all the times that you needed someone and I happened to be there,â he continues as he follows you around inside. âAnd then the times when I wasnât or no one was. I donât ever want you to feel alone. I thought that if Iâm not in your life anymore, I could at least build you something that would make you happy, that would protect you, the way you said your old neighborhood library made you feel.â
His words leave you speechless. You suppose that for someone not good with them, he finds the right ones when he needs to. You were overwhelmed with emotions the first time you saw this, and you couldnât fully grasp how he could make something like this for you.Â
That playground mattered to him, the way your old library did. Only he would understand how a space or a structure could comfort you, how it could take your fears away, and how that feeling could stay with you for a long time. He wanted you to continue feeling that whether you found your way back to each other or not, and now that you have, you feel that happiness and that safety even more.
You run your fingers across the murals then sit on the couch with the fluffy teddy bear next to you. The more you look around, the more you realize that this isnât just meant for children. The seating areas are big enough for adults, so is the activity space at the back. Itâs where those with child-like hearts and minds can stay - to reminisce perhaps, or to make new memories. You think youâll be doing both.
âIs it close to how your library looked?â He asks, as you both walk past the shelves and you scan the books they have.Â
âJungkook, that was a semi-rundown library that used to be someoneâs house. It had chipped wallpapers and creaking wooden floors,â you giggle. âThis is definitely much prettier but I see so much of the old one in here. The warm lights, all the colors, the different areas to read and draw and color. The paper dolls,â you squeal. âItâs⌠familiar but new, just like everything with you is. I⌠I donât know what else to say.â
âA thank you is fine,â he smiles, pulling you close to him. Youâre behind one of the shelves, and with no one else here this late Sunday evening, he wraps his arms around your waist. âI wouldnât mind a kiss, too.â
âYou deserve more than all that,â you whisper, kissing him softly. âThank you, Jungkook. Iâll be spending weekends here. Or when I have a tough day at work. Or when youâre away and Iâm missing you.â
âGood. That way I know that when youâre down, you have somewhere to go so you could feel better. And less alone.â
Thatâs all he hopes, after all - that on days when he canât be what you need, thereâs a place that he built that will make you feel better.Â
He treasures your smile and the way your eyes shine as you go through the picture books that have their own row of shelves. He beams at how beautiful you look being enamored with the space that reminds you of the best parts of your childhood. And he softens when you look at him with so much adoration, words seemingly not enough to express how you feel.Â
You donât say much as you walk back to the car though. When he drives to his penthouse, you hold his hand. But something inside you stirs so you guide his palm to your thigh, smiling when he caresses it. He sees you bite your bottom lip at the act, and though heâs tempted to do more, he decides that tracing your skin is what he wants to do for now.
The feel of Jungkook touching any part of your body is electrifying. He ignites a kind of desire in you that youâve never felt before, whether itâs simply holding your hand or stroking the inside of your thigh.
Being back in the library made you feel many things. It brought back memories and made you imagine all the new ones youâll make. It also filled you with an overwhelming need for him, as you think of all the ways you could show him your appreciation. Including one that you could do tonight.
So after making it past the door of his apartment, and after briefly watching his impeccable figure walk down his hallway, you donât hold back. He turns around and you donât even hear what he asks. You just head towards him and kiss him.
You kiss him hard and deep, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him as close as you can get him, even as you guide him towards his living room, knowing where you want him. He moans when you bite his lower lip, your fingers desperately gripping his shirt now as you want more.Â
You pull away to catch your breath, your intense eyes saying everything you want to do to him. He caresses your cheek but only briefly, as his thumb traces your lips before pushing it past them. The sight of you sucking his finger - gentle at first before you do it desperately - has his cock throbbing, impatient to feel your mouth wrapped around it.
âFuck. Good girl,â he says under his breath, as you lick his thumb teasingly to tell him what you want to do.Â
You kiss him again, your fingers now eagerly undoing his buttons. He removes his shirt then you pull his tank top off him before you push him to sit on the couch. You stand before him and stare at him shamelessly, as he sits comfortably and stares back at you. His hands are behind his head now, with his taut arms in full display for you to salivate over.Â
But itâs his chest that you want to pay attention to rigjt now, all perfectly toned and every bit breathtaking.
âTake your clothes off,â he says before you can make your move.Â
âIs that an order, Mr. Jeon?â You breathe out, knowing how the name affects him.Â
âYes,â he huffs. âAn urgent one.â
You smirk as he plays along, and you take your time in undressing. You watch his eyes move with you, his breaths deepening now as you bare yourself in front of him.Â
âDon't touch yourself. Iâll do that,â you instruct. âAnd thatâs not a suggestion.â
He chuckles in response but he seems to enjoy it, relaxing in his position. You take that as your cue, settling on his lap and then mapping his torso with your hands as you lick and suck his neck. He angles it to give you more space, and he hisses when you take advantage.Â
Your mouth travels south, leaving kisses on his collarbone and sternum before twirling your tongue around his pert nipples that are aching for attention. He starts to pant and you decide to take your time, wanting his pleasure to build up so you could hear him beg for you this time. You moan as you nibble his buds, but your own pleasure builds, too, and with your hand feeling his thick length underneath those jeans, you suddenly canât wait any longer.
âYou like that, baby?â You whisper in his ears. âYou like it when I do that?â
âFuck, yes,â he wails. âFuck, baby. Thatâs so good.â
With a few more kisses towards his hips, you move as well, now finding yourself kneeling on the floor and quickly undoing his belt. He lets you do all the work, and you donât mind. You like how his chest rises and falls in anticipation, and when you finally free his cock, you let out an obscene sound that even youâve never heard before.
Youâve been graced with this scene these past days, but it still leaves a lump in your throat. Heâs thick and veiny and everything you want to taste and have inside you. You pull off his jeans until heâs bare as well. You stroke him once and the moan he makes is all you need.Â
With your thumb on his slit, you lick up his shaft until youâre swallowing him whole, his tip hitting your throat that it makes you groan. The vibration has him grunting and it pushes you, so you start moving your mouth and hand up and down his length, with your tongue swirling over his tip and all the other sensitive parts of him.Â
Your free hand explores. You stroke his leg and then brush your fingers over his inner thighs. You caress his torso when you go deep and bask in the way he breathlessly curses, over and over again.Â
Needing a quick breather, you let your hands do their work. But Jungkook takes this chance to bend over and capture your mouth in his. He kisses you fervently, sucking the air out of you and you donât really mind running out of it, not when he tastes as good as he does, when heâs as desperate for you as you are for him. He pulls on your hair gently, slowly tightening his grip when your kiss gets more intense.Â
He eventually pulls away, leaving you free to tease and suck his cock once again. He moans continuously, cursing under his breath once you let him guide your head to take all of him in. His obscene sounds make it all worth it, especially once you feel his body tighten.
âFuck, baby Iâm close,â he whimpers. âFuck, IâI need to come inside you, fuck.â
You slowly remove yourself from him, but your hand remains wrapped around his length. You look at him with your glassy eyes, desperate to feel every inch of him possible.
âCome inside me, please,â you whisper. âI want to feel you come inside me. I needâŚâ
You pant, your eyes telling him what you really mean. You donât want any more barriers. You want to feel him drag against your walls, to release his warmth and fill you up completely. Youâve mentioned being clean and so has he; you said in passing how youâre on implants, too. He looks at you and nods in understanding, just like all the times that youâve spoken to each other through your gazes. With the way he heaves, he seems to want it just as much as you.Â
He pulls you towards him and guides you to sit on his lap. He strokes his cock and drags his tip through your folds, teasing you before slowly pushing it inside you. He feels even more immaculate like this, and your walls embrace him immediately, as if heâs always meant to be there. You get on your knees as you position yourself to ride him, and your gentle movements follow a pace that has you keening, especially when he starts licking your pert nipples thatâs been needing his attention.Â
You grind against him with his hands kneading your ass to guide you. You feel him deep, and it has you breathless and wanting more.You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck for support as he pounds on you from below, and with his tight grip around your waist and his mouth sucking your breasts, you start to feel hazy.
âYou feel so good around me, shit,â he moans. âFuck, baby. Youâre so perfect for me, fuck.â
He continues his thrusts and youâre so lost in the overstimulation. Your body starts to shake as you chase the high, letting it all overwhelm you.Â
âBaby, Iâm gonna come,â you whimper. âIâmââ
Your orgasm is a loud crash, and you feel it linger. You feel your essence coat him; you feel the slick drip out of you and stick to your bodies, mixed with the sweat from all the work of building each other up.  Â
He curses again as he feels the wetness all over his cock, and itâs heavenly. Feeling you like this does something to him, and he wants you to do it again.Â
So he pounds even harder, not giving you much time to calm down. You moan in response, scratching his back as you hold onto him tightly while he releases all his energy onto pleasuring you and him. He slows his pace and moves in circular motions before he lays you on your back. Your eyes are glassy. Your mouth knows only his name. Your hair is damp and youâre panting. And you look absolutely beautiful as you beg for him to make you come again, and for him to finally come inside you.
Watching you feel all that he can give is what he needs. With his arms propped on your sides to support him, he goes hard and deep. Heâs been somewhat gentle these first few times, and he knows that that drives you wild. But he also knows that going a bit rough would make you lose your mind even more, so thatâs what he does.Â
He pins your arms down as he slowly pushes inside you.
âYou like it like this, yeah?â He pants. âYou like it when I reach this deep?â
âYes, baby. Yes, please. Please donât stop,â you whimper, this view of him with his damp hair and his silver chain hanging over you making you crazy.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head with how good he feels, especially when he hits you at an angle that makes your body come alive but also numb, and itâs a feeling you canât get enough of.Â
He hums in satisfaction, choosing now to suck on your neck while he continues his assault on your pussy. He licks the shell of your ear and whispers how good you make him feel.
âYou take me so well, baby. Such a good girl, yeah?â He grunts. âFuck, youâre so good.â
You can only moan in response, unable to form proper words now. And he senses it, with your mouth hanging open and your erratic breathing escaping it.Â
He straightens himself, knowing what he needs to do. So he plays with your clit while his other movements continue, and thatâs how you find your voice again. He quickens his pace, his thumb doing its work on your most sensitive spot while your walls pulsate around his throbbing cock. Your legs start to shake until youâre wailing in pleasure, screaming his name as you orgasm another time. He knows enough to focus on kissing you, swallowing your sounds as you come down.
But you want him to reach his peak this time, so you tell him to keep going, to find his spot so he could fill you up this time. He spreads your legs open in response, giving him a view that makes him throb even more. Itâs what he needs, as he focuses on his pleasure like you told him. He bucks his hips, finding his pace that quickens then slows down then quickens again, until his erratic movements signal that heâs close, too.
âYes, baby,â you urge him. âYouâre gonna fill me up so good. I want it so bad. Come for me, please baby.â
He does a few more thrusts before heâs spilling his warm seed inside you, with him moaning out curses every second. His cum drips from your hole but he catches it with his tip, pushing it back inside you until so is he. He stays there for a while as you both catch your breaths, with him collapsing to your side while you move along with him. You can still feel his cock pulsate against your walls, and it causes you to moan. Youâve never felt that before, and itâs another intimate thing you share with him, as he wraps his arm around you and languidly kisses you after.Â
âThat was amazing,â he breathes out.
âIt was,â you hum, smiling at him looking spent and content. âI like you here. Stay a while, please.â
He chuckles at your request but he doesnât mind it either. Itâs intimate, as all things with you beyond sex are. He just wants to stay close to you, to hear your soft breaths and revel in the feel of you, sweat and slick included.Â
But as much as he could fall asleep here, he knows he shouldnât. He pulls away and lets you head to the bathroom to clean up. He follows soon after and he catches you on the sink, removing your makeup then turning to him once you hear him arrive.
âMy bodyâs kinda sore,â he says. âDo you wanna have a bath?â
âI wouldnât say no to that,â you smile. âBut we canât stay long. You have work tomorrow so you need to sleep soon.â
âAlright,â he nods, walking to the bathtub now. âIâll try to keep my hands off of you, then.â
Jungkook doesnât. And neither do you, even when you both head to the shower to rinse yourselves.Â
You curl in his arms right when he lays next to you, and despite all the intensity from earlier, you know that this will always be your favorite part - his fingers tracing patterns on your back, his lips constantly finding yours, and his eyes telling you all the other things that words or actions canât say. Heâs your safe place. You think from now on, heâll always be.
You wake up to your alarm the next morning, the ringing pulling out a groan from you; you havenât needed it this past week and you suddenly miss just sleeping in.
But itâs Monday, the start of a new week. Jungkook will be off to work and youâll have to go back to your own apartment and start preparing for your own job that will start next week. You manage to get yourself off the bed and his soft sheets and go to the bathroom to wash up.
Once you finish, you head out and immediately hear his grunts from where you are. You know heâs in the middle of his workout, so you peek inside the gym, finally shameless to be doing it this time. Heâs shirtless doing some arm exercise on his equipment, but he has his back turned on you so you stare at it instead, instantly feeling hot at the view of his broad shoulders and slim waist. His muscles contract with every movement and you remember how that felt when you held onto them last night to keep you grounded as he pounded into you from every angle.Â
His set finishes and he turns around and sees you, donned in his shirt and standing by the door. He moves to another machine, takes a seat, and starts doing a shoulder press while gazing back at you. Half of you is tempted to sit on his lap and kiss him stupid, but the other half wants to stay rooted on your spot to watch him.Â
The latter wins and you stand there, thighs squeezing at the sight and sound of him, as he grunts with his every push of the weights. His eyes donât move away from you and you just know heâs enjoying this, too, especially when he smirks once your mouth slowly opens.Â
âEnjoying yourself there?â He cocks an eyebrow. âYou like how I look? How I sound?â
âOh, shush,â you frown at being teased. âYouâre overdoing it. Youâre not that loud when you exercise.â
âSo you listen to me, huh?â He smirks again, walking towards you now. âHow did that make you feel?â
âI used to come here every morning, Jungkook. I couldnât not hear you,â you cross your arms. âAnd I just looked away.â
âYouâre not looking away now.â
âHow can I when youâre teasing like that,â you scrunch your eyebrows.Â
âIs it working?â
âWere you always this cocky?â You laugh now.
âNo,â he chuckles. âJust now. Only because I see your jaw dropping and your thighs squeezing.â
âAnd what are you gonna do about it?âÂ
âOh, donât challenge me like that,â he warns, caging you against the wall.Â
He eyes your lips but he bends down towards your chest instead, biting your pert nipple thatâs gotten so obvious under his cotton shirt. He nibbles on it briefly before swirling his tongue around it. You hiss, feeling the sensation all over your body with that small movement, and itâs what urges him to face you again.
âCute,â he whispers.
He licks your mouth, prompting you to open it and let him inside, and your moan at the taste of him is immediate. Your hands move on their own, pulling him by his neck then caressing his chest like itâs natural. You start to feel the dampness in your underwear and pull away, knowing that you canât fall into this early in the morning, and not when he has a job to go to.
âJungkook, you have work,â you say, hating that you have to cut this moment short. âIf we start thenâŚâ
âI know,â he sighs, given how you both canât seem to stop once you get into it. âIâll just do a bit more and then wash up. You can still watch if you like.â
âTempting, but Iâll be making us breakfast.â
âAnd whatâs on the menu?â
âFried rice,â you smile.
âFuck,â he groans. âNow I donât need to hide how much I enjoy that.â
You giggle and let him go then head to the kitchen where you work on making enough for tomorrow, in case he wants to have it again before he leaves. You brew coffee and work around just like you used to, but with a bit more freedom this time. You hum while you cook and prepare in excitement. Youâve learned that you like doing things for him, and this is one way that you could spoil him.
Jungkook exits his gym after some ab workouts and stretching, his heart racing in a different way when he sees you in his kitchen again. It brings him back to this past year of his weekday mornings and his favorite routine.
But youâre not in your work outfit this time, and it wonât be stolen glances or comfortable silence youâll be sharing. Thereâll be more, and though this wonât be the norm, given your own job that youâll be starting next week, Jungkook decides this is another favorite of his. He hopes for more moments of domestic bliss where itâs just you and him in his home, sharing meals and hugs and kisses in between.Â
He gives himself some time before he calls your attention, wanting to savor this first before he faces a busy week, one heâll have to go through without you.Â
âEnjoying yourself there?â You tease this time.Â
âYes,â he chuckles. âItâs just⌠nice to start a work week with you again.â
You smile softly at him, knowing that it hurt him to be without this for weeks. You show him the bowl of fried rice youâve made, and even youâre salivating. Perhaps itâs also because of the man standing in front of you, and the sight of him like this just never fails to take your breath away.
âItâs nice to start with this, too,â you gesture towards the food. âItâs a new recipe but I think youâll like it.â
âIâm sure I will,â he smiles back, following you to the table and sitting next to you.Â
He hums in satisfaction after the first spoonful. You watch him as he eats, endeared by the way heâs enjoying the dish despite looking like a whole meal himself.Â
You both finish and you clean up while he takes a bath, quickly dressing yourself then heading to his closet. Itâs no longer your responsibility but itâs a task you secretly enjoyed, so you put out a navy blue ensemble for Jungkook and set aside a few outfits that he can pack for his trips this week.Â
He walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist, and you stop yourself again from wanting to do anything. Itâs hard when he looks as good as he does at any time of the day, but itâs something youâll just have to get used to. You get to be around while he puts on his clothes now, and he doesnât seem to mind at all, given his teasing smile and soft laughter.Â
You stand in front of him and fix his necktie. His eyes flit from your fingers to your face, liking that heâs able to do that this time.
âYou know you donât have to do this,â he says. âBut⌠I like that you are.â
âItâs intimate, isnât it? Dressing someone?â You glance at him.
Youâve done something similar in the past, like when you fixed the creases of his suit or the time he put his jacket over you. They were so simple but they stuck with you, and something in you stirs as you do this for him now.Â
âIt is,â he smiles back, nibbling his lower lip.
You help him wear the coat then fix his tie again. You meet his eyes and then his lips before exiting the room, your gazes saying more than words could. He picks up your bags then you both walk to the car so he could drive you home before he heads to work.
âIâll see you tonight?â You turn to him.
âOf course. Iâll get to you at 6, is that okay?â
âYes, Iâll make dinner,â you smile.Â
He lets you go after a kiss and you head inside your apartment with all your freshly washed clothes and new shoes. Itâs a nice feeling being able to go through them and then fixing them in your closet. Itâs nice having this time for yourself, too. While you like being with Jungkook, you know itâs important to not forget how itâs like to be on your own.Â
You do your chores for the rest of the morning while talking to Soomin and Jimin on the phone, as youâre finally able to tell them most of whatâs happened since Friday night. Theyâre supportive, as they often are, and they seem to be looking forward to hanging out with him like you suggested.Â
You go out for lunch at a small noodle house before settling at a nice cafe where you read the book that Namjoon gave you. At mid-afternoon, you head to the supermarket to buy your groceries for the next two weeks, including tonightâs dinner. Thinking about what youâll make for him was easy; you just hope youâll do it justice, considering that itâs one of Jungkookâs favorite things to eat.Â
You donât hear much from him during the day. He messaged you during lunch time just to say he was eating out with Yoongi then asked how you were. He didnât respond after a few texts, which you didnât mind. You always felt that he wasnât the texting type, which is good because you arenât, either. Thereâs at least that level of understanding and expectation on both sides. You know of his tendency to hyper focus; heâs also a very busy man, which is why you know that when heâs with you, heâs focused on just you and nothing else, which is really what you prefer.Â
He calls when heâs on the way to you and before you know it, heâs ringing the doorbell and youâre being greeted by the said man who still looks impeccable after a long day. He hands you flowers and a bottle of champagne.Â
âYou didnât have to but this is lovely,â you smile at him.Â
You put the bouquet on a vase then place it on the coffee table. After taking his seat, you serve the dish that youâve spent the past few hours making, wanting to make sure that the meat is tender and flavorful. The beef looks so soft and the aroma is filling your apartment. You watch him after the first bite, your heart soaring when he smiles and hums in satisfaction.
âThis is so good,â he says. âReminds me so much of the beef brisket from that restaurant near the office.â
âGood. Thatâs what I wanted. That dish is your favorite,â you explain. âYou order it often. It was also the first dish you ever bought for me.â
He stops his movements and looks at you questioningly.Â
âIt was after the first board report submission,â you recall. âYou instructed me to buy the team lunch from that restaurant and this is what I ordered because you always did. I⌠I treat it as the first meal you got for me and I wanted to try making it for you.â
Jungkook remembers that day. You were surprised that he gave that instruction. You also made sure that the team enjoyed it and thanked him for it. He liked that you enjoyed it as well, but claiming that that was the first dish he got you is technically untrue. And heâs unsure if telling you the truth is a good idea, but he supposes itâs one he can share now.
âIt was actually pork cutlets with curry,â he says, prompting you to look at him questioningly. âIt was on my first day. I⌠I made you do so many things and you missed lunch.â
The memory comes back to you. He had you annotate documents and attend meetings and you were starving the whole day.
âRight. I stayed late that day and I think Yoongi got me dinner. How was thatâŚâ
You remember more. Yoongi had spoken with Jungkook before he left then came back with a rice bowl. Is it possible thatâ
âI asked him to get it for you and not say it was from me,â Jungkook interrupts your thoughts. âThe pastries during the meeting, too. Those⌠those were the first things I bought for you, all because I was guilty about how I treated you that day.â
You see the sadness and apology in his eyes. You suppose with how you both started, itâs easy to fall into a cycle of feeling bad about what happened, forgiving, moving on, and then remembering something again. But maybe itâs necessary this time, as you both get to know each other and settle in this new relationship. Mistakes will come up, and itâs on both of you to assure each other that itâs all okay.Â
So thatâs what you do, as you tell him youâre not upset when he asks if you are.
âI guess in a way, youâve always looked out for me,â you smile at him.Â
âI guess thatâs one way to look at it,â he sighs, wanting to be positive about it like you are.Â
But you donât want to dwell on the past. Youâve been apologizing to each other for days and you know youâll have to stop that at some point.Â
âYouâve been soft for me since the start, huh?â You wiggle your eyebrows at him in an effort to lighten the mood.
âI was attracted to you from the beginning,â he admits. âYou were nothing like I imagined and you kept proving me wrong. Iâd zone out when you spoke to me, Iâd hold my breath when you were close⌠so I detached myself from you and that hurt you in some ways. And I knew that was wrong so I fought the feelings and that made it worse.â
âWhat changed?â
âI hated seeing you have a hard time, whether it was because of me or not,â he says. âOne moment it was out of guilt and then the next⌠it was just about wanting to see you happy and safe. And then wanting to see all of that up close.â
âYou get to do that now,â you smile at him. âHappy, safe⌠thatâs what I am.â
âGood. Me, too,â he smiles back.
You continue with your meal while he talks about his relatively quiet but busy day and you talk about yours. Itâs nice being able to share mundane things that happened to you with someone who does the same.Â
The sadness in his eyes eventually disappears. He insists on doing the dishes this time and you both laugh as he navigates washing in the tiny sink. You sit on the couch with him, the sounds of the TV in the background merely white noise, and with your head on his chest and his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, you think that ending your days like this is a lot more peaceful and satisfying than being on your own.
âWhat time do you leave in the morning?â You ask.Â
â7,â he responds.Â
Heâs got a busy week ahead - a trip to Incheon then Busan tomorrow to do some promotions of the Arts Center, and then he goes straight to Japan on Wednesday for meetings with culture and tourism ministers. He comes back on Friday evening, and thatâs four days without you. It may sound silly, but thatâs four days too long. He managed before though, but then again, he didnât have much to look forward to after other than seeing you once he returned. Now, itâs that and so much more.
âI canât believe that we just got together and now we have to do LDR,â he shakes his head.
This causes you to laugh. You angle your head and look at him, with your arms wrapped around his waist now.Â
âWow, Mr. Jeon. I didnât think you were that dramatic,â you tease.Â
Heâd laugh back because he really does sound silly, but the way your soft eyes gaze at him makes him feel a little more sentimental. And definitely honest. Â
âJust wanna be with you, thatâs all,â he shrugs.
âYouâre clingy and needy and cheesy too,â you laugh, kissing his cheek after every word.Â
He groans and youâre endeared by how he pouts at you. Heâs definitely been expressive about how he feels, but youâll be apart for the next few days. Youâll be outside your little bubble of affection this time and now have to learn how to balance your relationship with every other responsibility you both have. But you want to assure him just like you hope heâd assure you.
You climb onto his lap, interlock your fingers with his, then smile at him.Â
âI like it because itâs you,â you whisper. âAnd I like you a lot. And I wanna be with you, too. But you have duties and so do I. So youâll get through this week and do well in those appearances and meetings, and then I can meet you on Friday for dinner and spend the weekend together. Does that sound good?â
âIt does,â he smiles back, kissing your hand that has your heart racing because of how tender he does it. âIâm not really uh, a texting kind of person, but let me know how youâre doing, okay? We could talk at night and you can tell me how your day went.â
âI will. And you can tell me, too.â
You nod in agreement and hug him. Youâre flushed against his chest and thereâs just so much comfort in this. You exhale a deep breath as you feel relaxed, especially when he starts to rub your back. Itâs calming, until his hands slip underneath your shirt and his touch slowly rouses you. You feel his desire as he hugs you tightly, and now all you want is for those hands to touch everything else, and for yours to do the same.
You sit back up then pull him forward for a deep kiss, cupping his face and inhaling him, tasting him, feeling him. You slowly unknot his loose necktie, and you feel him smile against your lips, knowing exactly what comes next. You pull away and let him lean back, giving you the space to unbutton his dress shirt while youâre snug on top of his length, liking the bit of friction you feel while you expose more of him to you.Â
You reveal his torso, and he watches you admire him from this view. Youâre stunning like this, especially with the desire for him painting your face. Your hands map out his body, and he tries to steady his breathing but to no avail. Itâs only been a few days but he doesnât think heâll get over how your touch affects him anytime soon, not when it ignites something feral in him.Â
But heâll take his time just like you seem to be doing. Even your kisses on his neck and chest are slow and tender, as if youâre savoring all this, knowing youâll be without it for a few days. Youâll both have to be outside this bubble of safety while heâs away, and he supposes itâs the start of how things will be from now on. But heâs excited for it, if his week will start and end this way. Itâs something he can now look forward to, and that carries with it excitement and relief.Â
Your lips trail south, the soft pecks being accompanied by your tongue and teeth doing more now. You start to rhythmically grind against his semi-hard length, and when you guide his hand under your shirt and on your breast, he lets out a low growl that has you biting your lip in anticipation.Â
Itâs what does it for him, and soon enough, youâre both undressed, moaning each otherâs names, and damp from sweat. Heâs holding you in his arms by the end of it, both your chests still heaving and minds probably hazy. But this is what he wants with you - this feeling of passion and overwhelming desire, of a kind of intensity that he hasnât felt in a long time. Or maybe even ever.Â
But he has to let you go, and when he does, thereâs that comfort he didnât think that letting you go would make him feel. Heâll go home knowing youâre thinking of him. Heâll go through his days knowing heâll be hearing from you. And heâll meet you eventually, knowing that it will be this same desire youâll be sharing and expressing, and thatâs definitely something he canât wait to do again.
Youâre a little disoriented when you wake up in your bed the next morning. Itâs not soft sheets that you bury yourself into this time, but then again, the body soreness is quite familiar. Itâs something you donât mind though, not when you know the reason why.
Itâs only been a few days but Jungkook just seems to know your body. He seems to really like it, too, with the way he takes his time kissing it, caressing it, and praising it. He knows just how to work his tongue on your most sensitive parts to make you reach your peak. He knows just how much strength to exert, or how deep he should go in what angle, and when to increase his pace or slow down. He knows just what to say, vulgar or otherwise, or when to look at you tenderly or as if heâll devour you, or when to grip you tightly and when to hold you softly.Â
And heâd done all of that last night. While your tiny couch could only make you do so much, you both still knew what to do whether you were on top of him, on your knees, or under him.Â
It was definitely a good way to say goodbye, and he wouldâve gone another round if it wasnât for you convincing him that he had to go home so he could pack his things and be ready for an early trip. You donât want him to be too tired then oversleep, and youâre glad that he didnât.Â
You check your phone and see that he messaged you at 7:15 to say that he and Mr. Ri have already left and are on their way to Incheon. Heâll attend a meeting and then appear at an event before they take the long drive to Busan for another event where heâll present the Arts Center and make a speech. Heâll spend the night there before an early morning flight to Tokyo. Itâs the first of many post-opening promotions heâll be doing, and you know thereâll be more of these business trips that youâll have to get used to.
But you donât mind being alone this time, not when you have your own preparations and rest to do, and not when you know that youâll be hearing from him at the end of the day. Thereâs the weekend youâll be looking forward to with him.Â
Your mom had reminded you during a brief call yesterday about making sure you preserve your independence and identity, and you tell her that you always had.
âYes, because those relationships were different,â she said of your exes. âYou did that because you didnât want to share much of yourself with them. But with Jungkook, you are, and itâs also the first time. Just⌠make sure to hold onto the things that made you happy before him, and he should, too,â she advises. âShare them, but donât forget them. Donât lose what makes you, you.â
Itâs wisdom from someone whoâd gone through relationships herself, whoâd loved and lost and loved again. And itâs a good reminder.Â
This is all new to you, and you suppose itâs easy to fall into this trap of dependence with your partner, of the honeymoon stage and the giddy, euphoric parts of romance. At the end of the day, Jungkook still has duties and you have a new path to take on. Youâll both have days of being too busy, too tired, maybe a bit frustrated, too. Youâll need to ground yourself in other ways and like your mom had said, not depend on the other person to always make things better, even if most days they could.Â
Itâs the same thing that your next-door neighbor tells you when you decide to have lunch with her after she lures you with some grilled fish. She tells you about the encounter with Jungkook and you narrate how you got together. It may all seem too much, too soon and now that youâre apart from him, maybe it is. Maybe itâs also just all the emotions you both kept in finally being expressed.Â
And you think that maybe itâs also good that you have this time for yourself to remind you of all the other things you enjoy in life. Now you donât have to treat them as substitutes for what you really desire because you already have that connection and intimacy youâve been yearning for. You get to truly feel the joy of immersing yourself in your interests, and you suppose thatâs one way to not lose yourself.
So you go back home and tend to your plants. You go to the theater and watch a local film and not feel like youâre escaping your life or anything this time. You bake cookies after your chicken in broth dinner because itâs something youâve always wanted to try.Â
You share all these things with Jungkook later that evening while youâre on a video call with him, including what your mom and neighbor had said.Â
âI was a little down that youâll be away but now I⌠Iâm thinking I shouldnât be,â you say. âIâll always miss and think about you but I donât want to feel like I miss myself when Iâm with you. Am I making any sense?â
âYou are,â he smiles on the screen. âItâs the same reason why you didnât want me to miss my meeting with my father and cousin yesterday. I still have a role. Now that Iâm with you, I feel like Iâll stop feeling like that weighs me down. It used to because all I was was tied to that title. I didnât feel like I was anything else.â
You think about his words and how resigning felt liberating for you. Beyond feeling indebted, itâs clear to you that you felt stuck because itâs all you knew to do; being an assistant was all you knew how to be. It wasnât just the stress or the pressure because you know every job you take will have those. In fact, you look forward to it in your new position. You realize that you like working, you like the hustle, you like the grind. But if itâs all you do, you lose the joy.Â
Now, you have a hand to hold and a warm body to wake up to. You have someone to share your days and joys and frustrations with. You have someone to laugh with and cry to. And so days on your own feel like much-needed time to enjoy things you prefer doing by yourself. And work could feel more challenging in a good way, pushing you to be better and seeing what else you could accomplish. Somehow, being with Jungkook makes you feel like thereâs so much more you could do because at the end of the day, thereâs someone to celebrate with, to share your thoughts with; thereâs someone to cheer you on and support you.
You tell him all this and he seems to reflect on it as well.Â
âThe councils were very impressed with the Arts Center,â he says after a while. âThey said itâs a good complement to their efforts of promoting local artists because of the opportunities for exhibitions. At that moment, I felt proud of what weâve done. And it reminded me of why I wanted to focus on this aspect of the job. I always told my parents that I wanted to be responsible for the creative side of the company and I am but it felt so heavy even if I asked for it. I donât have to carry that pressure with me all the time. I get to take a break from it when Iâm with you and I think thatâs made me enjoy it more.â
Itâs a realization Jungkook had on the way home after that dinner meeting with a local artist in Busan. She talked about envisioning her pieces displayed in a space like the Arts Center and he felt that joy of being able to create something for others to be a part of. Structures are beautiful on their own, but then the meaning deepens because of what they mean for users; the sense of fulfillment is different. He supposes that heâs able to appreciate that part of the job even more now.Â
âThatâs good for us, then,â you hum, as you slowly succumb to sleep. âI have quite the day tomorrow and so do you. Rest now, Jungkook. And Iâll talk to you again.â
He says goodbye with such softness in his eyes. You miss him, but youâre happy that heâs able to experience all this on his own, too. Hearing him talk about it is different than witnessing it yourself and thatâs perhaps the joy in being with someone. Itâs not just about experiencing what they experience; itâs also about being on the receiving end when they try to make sense of it.Â
Maybe thatâs what partnership is about, and you canât imagine sharing all this to anyone else but him. And thatâs the difference this time. This is a person you admire and who admires you back. Heâs someone you could trust and feel safe enough to be your true self with, and after tonightâs conversation, you feel like youâre that same person for him.
You wake up early enough the next day and manage to send Jungkook a message wishing him well on his flight to Tokyo. He gives you a call as heâs about to board and says he has so many things lined up this Wednesday but that heâll talk to you again in the evening. Itâs a promise of tonight despite the distance, and you suppose that makes all the difference for him this time.Â
You go about your busy day, too. You make yourself a simple breakfast and then head to Rkive Publishing for your onboarding. You requested this to be done earlier so that you could focus on your tasks when you start on Monday, and Namjoon gladly agreed to your request.
He introduces you to Won-woo, your co-production officer whoâll be handling projects alongside you, and to the associates and assistants whom youâll manage to get the books ready for selling. The team seems a lot more relaxed than what youâre used to, and they share your excitement in working together soon.
Namjoon shows you your desk and turns over your laptop. He introduces you to the rest of the staff and lets the HR go through all the administrative matters with you. He gives you a folder with all the existing and upcoming projects that the associates prepared, including the processes and suppliers list, as well as your teamâs personnel files.Â
You smile at the documents because preparing these used to be your job, and now youâre at the receiving end of it. Itâs a different feeling, but being here today excites you even more.Â
You join them at a book launch and take notes of how itâs being run. As a small company, planning these events is done by a special team composed of a staff member from every department but there isnât really someone who manages it. Thatâs a responsibility given to you because of your background, and itâs a challenge youâre willing to take. You have more freedom this time and you have ideas. You observe how Namjoon and the other managers engage with the author and his team. Itâs definitely different from what youâre used to, and you feel thereâs more sincerity in these people than the millionaires you had to deal with at your old job.Â
You feel accomplished at the end of it, and itâs something you share with Jungkook again that evening when you eat your Chinese takeout while he munches on some dessert over the phone.Â
Not wanting to stay home the next day, you go to a park and finish reading your book. You decide to go to the library at the Arts Center and go through the project documents. You walk around, too, able to take in more of the surroundings with the sun still out. Itâs a calming place that has you coming up with ideas for book launches, as you take note of the indoor and outdoor spaces that could definitely hold those types of events. You feel fulfilled, and itâs something you share with Yoongi during dinner later that night.Â
You share it with Jungkook, too, over a late evening video call after he had drinks with some business partners. He sounds quite tipsy, and he goes on about having your lemon ginger tea that you convince him to ask room service to make. You remind him of his lunch breakfast meeting and afternoon flight, and tell him that you could both meet for dinner after he clocks out of work.
Itâs what you do the next day, as you wait for him at a French restaurant that you reserved for tonight. You turn around when he calls your name, and your smile is immediate when he comes up to you and hugs you tightly. He sounded tired when he called on the way here, and you suppose that he hasnât really properly rested these past few days. Heâs been going from one meeting or event to another, and heâs said before how the socializing drains all of his energy.Â
You feel that now, as he exhales deeply while his arms wrap around you.Â
âLong week, huh?â You say after you both take your seats.Â
âCrazy,â he shakes his head. âTalking about the plans was exciting but the actual talking was tiring.â
He goes on about how the rest of his trip went and you laugh at his commentary about all the people heâs met and his observations. You realize just how much is on his mind, and it reminds you of all the times that youâd seen him look detached when in fact, heâd been making notes and plans in his head.Â
Once the food arrives and you salivate at the dishes, he says heâll stop talking about work now.
âItâs part of your day. Why should you stop talking about it?â You turn to him with a pout.
âI donât want to bother you about it.â
âBut I like hearing you talk about it,â you say. âI like knowing whatâs going on in that brilliant mind of yours.â
âThereâs always too much going on inside it,â he laughs. âI donât always know how to make sense of them.â
âItâs because you donât talk about them,â you point out. âIâm here to listen. I always am.â
He smiles and shares what happened today during the meeting he had with the team to discuss all the proposals theyâve been getting with regards to promoting the Arts Center. A subsidiary company is handling operations and marketing, but other than the planned partnerships with the Culture Ministry and the International Film Festival organizers, Jungkook didnât expect other industries, as well as local and foreign companies and institutions, to want to partner with Jeon Corporation as well, specifically him.Â
He had a phone meeting with his father and Hoseok during the drive from the airport about how they can strategically go about this but that requires more canvassing and research. This is something they can tap on, and itâs good for the company image and sustainability. Residential and commercial infrastructure have always been their expertise but they can build on the cultural sides of property development, too, and Jungkook would be at the forefront of that.
âMonitoring the Arts Center is a big task in itself. Iâm gonna have to set a plan for how the VP Office is going to handle it, among many other things,â he says.Â
âMaybe itâs time to revisit each team memberâs portfolio and responsibilities,â you suggest. âUnder Hoseok, only Manager Lee and Chin-sun directly handled projects, but they were all small ones so they could handle multiple. Do-hyun and Yohan managed all administrative affairs and I oversaw a bit of everything. Monitoring the Arts Center might require more than one person so maybe Chin-sun could do it with Do-hyun as a form of mentorship. You have the call to give projects to the young ones now, and maybe add another person to help with administration and events planning. Lucas could need that support.â
Jungkook is quiet and youâre afraid you mightâve crossed a line by advising him on what he could do as VP. You may have been his assistant but that doesnât mean you could just go on and suggest things. You donât even know if itâs appropriate to do this. He didnât even technically ask for your opinion.Â
Youâre about to apologize when he speaks.
âThose are great ideas. Iâll be meeting them about their development and professional goals soon. Maybe I could align expanded responsibilities and portfolios with that,â he hums. âAnd mentorship is good, too. Hoseok said he planned on doing that but he had to oversee so many projects that it got pushed back so maybe I can institutionalize that now. And yeah, Iâm seeing now that weâd need another person to ease the load off the others. I donât want them to be overworking and actually, neither should I.â
A smile forms on your face as the ideas come flowing. He probably had thought of those already but needed a sounding board outside of the team. That would usually be his assistant but if itâs about them, heâd need another person for it.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm bringing this upon you,â he shakes his head. âThatâs⌠thatâs not your job anymore. Youâre not my assistant anymore. I donât want you to think that Iâm using you for that.â
You didnât really think of it that way but you donât blame him for thinking about it. You did accuse him of wanting you to stay for the convenience of it, and maybe thatâs still weighing on him.
âI donât mind,â you assure him. âThis is new territory for us, I guess, and itâs something we have to learn to navigate but this is important to you, which means itâs important to me, too. If we treat it like that, then itâs all okay.â
You caress his hand to assure him, and his smile says he understands. Heâll seek advice from his father, he tells you, and youâre glad that heâs actively working on that relationship personally and professionally.Â
âHow are you feeling about your first day?â He asks, his hand on your bare thigh now while you eat the chocolate mousse dessert. âDo you feel like youâre ready?â
âIâm really excited. And I think Iâm ready to just get on with it,â you smile. âBeing there last Wednesday helped, and I just have all these ideas for the projects weâve got lined up. I⌠I even thought of having book launches in the Arts Center. As long as, you know, itâs not a conflict of interest or anything.â
Your shy smile endears him, and he assures you that itâs not a problem. Youâre just using your network. At the end of the day, itâs still the managing companyâs call and your own bossâ decision. But you end up bouncing off ideas with him, too, like the Arts Center hosting writing workshops or spoken poetry sessions with the authors whose books youâll be publishing.Â
âWe make a pretty good team, donât we?â He says after youâve finished dinner and youâre walking to his car. âWeâre out here just coming up with these ideas.â
âWe work pretty well together so itâs not a surprise,â you smile at him. âI like that thereâs no pressure, too. And that we could just share these things with each other, you know?â
âThatâs true. I mean, Iâm not assessing you or anything,â he laughs. âBut I can openly admire you for it. And then think itâs sexy when you use publishing terms that I donât understand.â
âSo thatâs what you want, huh?â You giggle. âI mean, I understand. Itâs how I am with you.â
âAh, so you find it sexy when I talk about the blueprints and design stuff, then?â He teases.Â
âI do,â you smirk. âA hot guy with a big brain? Of course thatâs sexy.â
âHmm, thatâs nice to know,â he says, caging you against the door of the car.Â
His eyes soften as he takes you in and you mirror the way he looks.Â
âIâm happy I get to be with you again,â he whispers, his lips inching closer to yours.Â
âMe, too,â you whisper back. âAnd I get to sleep and wake up next to you.â
âThatâs always a good plan,â he hums, kissing you deeply, something he could definitely do in an empty basement parking that he couldnât do at a restaurant.Â
You fall into him immediately, and all you want is to do this without worry. âDo you mind if we spend the night at my place?â You suggest. âItâs closer.â
He laughs when he pulls away but agrees that getting home as quickly as possible is a good idea. You both enter the car and his palm is glued to your thigh again and you feel the desire heighten now that youâre alone.
Once the door of your apartment shuts, his hands are all over you immediately. Youâre undressed by the time you make the short walk to your dining area, and before you could breathe from your rough kissing, youâre whimpering already with how his tongue expertly laps up your sopping cunt.Â
Youâre bent on the table one minute, coming on his mouth and then the next, youâve got your leg on it while he pounds you from behind, his mouth on your neck and his hands on your breasts.Â
You go another round in your tiny bathroom, and then another one on the edge of your bed before youâre able to properly lie on it. Youâre spent after another quick shower, but itâs worth it when he fucks you as good as he does, especially after not seeing him for a few days.
Youâre laid on your side, facing him who does the same. The lamp from your living room is the only source of light you have, but itâs enough for you to see his face and the smile that paints it as you explain that your bed is not as comfortable and your sheets are not as soft as his are. He says that heâll get used to it, but you insist on passing up on your apartment next time because itâs definitely not sex-conducive unlike his penthouse. He laughs at your comments, saying that he could have sex with you anywhere and it would still be amazing.Â
But that cheekiness quickly fades away, and the anxious look in his eyes starts to worry you.
It takes a while but you hear it - the pitter-patter on your window that slowly starts getting louder. You turn around and watch helplessly as the drizzle turns to a downpour in seconds, and you rush out of the bed to close the curtains.Â
Jungkook looks uneasy - his jaws are clenched, his eyes flit from the window to you, and his breathing starts to quicken. His body shrivels, as he pulls the covers tight around him and you canât imagine how anxious he feels. You turn on your speaker and put on some soft music to hopefully drown out the sounds. It works only a little, and youâre reminded of all the times that you felt powerless and unable to give him comfort.
But thatâs not the case now, as his words prompt you to move.
âCome here, please,â he mumbles. âI need you with me.â
You return to your spot next to him, and he loosens his hold on the blanket to let you in.Â
âIâm here, okay?â You whisper, cupping his face and looking at him in the eyes. âIâm not going anywhere. Youâre safe with me, Jungkook.â
His eyes soften a bit before they close, and you cover his ears with your hands the way you did all those months ago to block out the noise. It works, as his breathing starts to slow down. But his hold on your arms tightens, and you feel that he needs you as an anchor to get through this, so you shift up and let his arms wrap around you. He finds purchase in your neck while you caress his back, and you pace your breathing with his to let him know that youâre with him, and that youâre not letting him go.
The thunder doesnât come, but you hold Jungkook the entire night to tell him that youâre there to comfort him even when the storm has passed. You drift to sleep once you hear his soft snores, letting his warmth envelope you as well.
You awake the next morning laid on your stomach like you tend to be, with only the warmth from the blanket covering you. Youâre no longer hugging Jungkook. He also isnât next to you.Â
You shift on your back and then find him by the balcony, the curtains open now, allowing you to see the clear skies outside. He stands looking out, with a faraway look in his eyes the way he had the day after his nightmare. You watch him for a while, wondering whatâs on his mind, if the fear still remains, or if your comfort helped him get through the night.
He senses youâre awake, so he turns around and faces you. Thereâs a softness in his eyes now and you wonder where thatâs from.
âHey,â he greets. âDid the light wake you?â
âNo. The empty space next to me did,â you say softly, sitting up on the bed now.
âIâm sorry. I⌠I had to exercise a bit to expend the negative energy,â he explains.Â
âWhat did you do?â You wonder.Â
âJust some push-ups and lunges. I didnât want to disturb your sleep. You looked pretty peaceful,â he smiles.
âI donât even know what time I slept. But it wasnât long after you did. How do you feel?â
âBetter. It was one of those nights, you know?â
You nod, suddenly overcome with a wave of sadness and regret. He notices the change in your expression and sits on the edge of the bed facing you.Â
âHey, is everything okay?â
You look at him with a pout. âI asked you to come here. Then it rained. And I know how you like to workout in the mornings and I have nothing to offer here.â
âYou know you canât control the weather, right?â He nudges your knee. âI wouldâve asked if we could come here if you hadnât because it was closer. And you⌠you were all I needed last night. I held onto you like a lifeline, ___.â
âYou did,â you nod, appreciating his words, even if heâs not the one who should be comforting you after what happened. âIâm glad I could do that for you. I guess Iâm just⌠a little ashamed because this is all I have andââ
âBaby, Iâm gonna stop you there before you say anything else,â he says, scooting closer to you and tilting your chin so you could look at him. âThis is your home and I⌠I know you donât just let anyone in. I like being here. I like being with you. And last night, that will be one of many. I know I wonât be going through that on my own anymore.â
âI canât control the weather, right?â You repeat his words. âWhat if it happens and Iâm not with you?â
âIâll just imagine that you are,â he hums. âAnd then I can head to you the next day and Iâll feel better. And thatâs⌠thatâs new for me.â
âOkay,â you mumble, thankful that youâre able to give him as much comfort and safety that he does with you. âIâm just here even if Iâm not around.â
âI know,â he smiles, leaning close to kiss you.Â
You give him a soft one then pout again, saying you still have to brush your teeth, so he lets you go and you scurry to the bathroom. You return to your bed with him lying on his back now, his arm folded behind his head as he gestures to the space next to him. You climb up and lay on top of his chest, kissing him languidly as his arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place.
Heâs gentle with the way his tongue rolls around with yours, and with how his hands stroke your back as theyâve snuck underneath your shirt. Thereâs something about the rare cool morning that has you wanting to just lazily make out with him while you feel each other up.
And thatâs exactly what happens. You hum and giggle against each otherâs lips, and your hand maps his torso while he palms your waist down to your thigh.Â
Laying on his chest now, you turn to him.
âIâm nervous about tonight,â you confess.
âBaby, you know my parents. And you know they like you,â he says, turning to you. âEven you think that they already approve of you.â
Itâs true, you remind yourself. They have always been kind to you. Youâve had several conversations with CEO Jeon and he was the one who showed you the library. They also sounded excited about dinner when they called Jungkook last week, but being around them in a different context this time makes you anxious.Â
âApproval is one thing but meeting expectations is another, and thatâs what Iâm worried about,â you explain. âThey know me as an employee but not as the woman youâre, uh, currently seeing.â
âYou mean dating.â
âYes, that,â you shyly smile. âI worked for their family and now Iâm⌠dating their son. And there are standards to that.â
âStandards that you already meet,â he assures you. âFor all that my parents are, I at least know that what matters the most to them is that Iâm with someone who genuinely wants me, and considering how you canât get your hands off me, I know you do.â
You laugh at this teasing but you donât deny it.Â
âYouâre quite irresistible, if Iâm being honest,â you giggle. âIâm still getting used to the fact that I could, uh, do all this with you.â
âWell, I hope you donât get tired of it. Because I wonât.â
âLook at you being good with words and all,â you smirk. âYou surprise me, Mr. Jeon. I canât wait to know what else is inside that heart of yours.â
âMe, too, actually,â he hums, realizing that thereâs still so much he doesnât know about what heâs capable of doing and feeling this time around. âI guess we can find out together.â
You smile at his honesty and think the same. Youâre on this journey of learning what your heart can do and heâll be the one to show you that.Â
You lay in bed with Jungkook for the rest of the morning, having short naps and then lazy make out sessions before deciding to wash up. You eat at a cafe for lunch then head to his place this time. He works out for a bit then joins you on the couch as you watch a show before you both prepare for that dinner at his parentsâ estate.Â
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon warmly greet you when you arrive. They lead you to the dining room and you tone down your amazement at the spread before you. There are all types of meat and seafood and other fancy dishes that get you curious, something Jungkook seems to notice as he fills your plate and tells you to let him know what else you want more of.Â
âDonât be shy, dear,â his mother says. âHave as much as you want. We want you to feel at home and comfortable, okay?â
âYes, Mrs. Jeon,â you smile.Â
You try to loosen up but still act proper, not wanting to give the impression that youâre uncultured and ignorant. Their family has so much experience of traveling the world and you want to show that you can keep up, that youâre worthy of sitting and walking alongside them and their son. You seem to be doing okay, but you donât realize how nervous you really are until you feel Jungkookâs hand wrap around your own and then his fingers interlocking with yours.
Heâs warm and stable, and when you tighten your grip, you see him smile from your periphery. You smile as well, wanting him to know that you appreciate the encouragement heâs giving. And it helps, as once youâre asked about your new job, you feel yourself relax in his hold, until he slowly lets you go, showing you that youâre doing well and can hold your own.
You talk with confidence and excitement about the publishing house and your responsibilities. Jungkook watches you beam when you mention your upcoming projects and the things youâre looking forward to learning, and he thinks youâre incredibly beautiful like this. Itâs new and exciting for him, too, and itâs at this moment when all the pain and frustration from losing you the first time that it all feels truly worth it.Â
Jungkook doesnât expect to be as engaged as he is once his mother asks about his trips this past week. Oftentimes heâd give simple and straightforward answers, but with you around, thereâs this new kind of comfort and feeling of openness towards his parents. Perhaps itâs gratitude that they helped you and your mom all those years ago. Maybe itâs also you, because being around you makes him want to be better. It might be both of that and more - it might also be him, realizing that heâs capable of receiving and returning the love of the two people who've given him the most.Â
After dinner, you all proceed to the sitting room outside that overlooks the garden. You settle with a flute of champagne and sit next to Mrs. Jeon, appreciating the moon casting over the grand space filled with big trees and flower beds and a fountain.Â
âIâve added more outdoor lights,â CEO Jeon informs Jungkook as they sip their glass of whiskey. âIâll show you the new ones.â
Jungkook nods and gestures to you that heâll just go with his father. You watch them head out and walk around, with the older man pointing to different posts and seemingly explaining the lighting. Jungkook engages with him, and compared to what youâd witnessed in the past, his body language this time is no longer of detachment.
âYouâve done so much for our son, ___,â his mother breaks through your thoughts, prompting you to turn to her. âI hope you never doubt your place in this family. I know itâs all new and itâs just been a week but I want you to feel like you belong here, with him and with us.â
âThatâs an honor to give me, Mrs. Jeon,â you respond in gratitude. âPlease know that I wonât take that for granted.â
âI feel more grateful that youâre around,â she faintly smiles. âWeâre just like most families, you know? I donât want to be ignorant in saying that but we⌠We have our troubles. We never say enough, we say things we donât mean, we let distance keep us apart, we love but we donât show it the right way. But we try. We try with our sons but it doesnât always get through. I always feel like too much has happened and we just never knew how to make up for it.â
âI think Jungkookâs seeing that now,â you assure her. âHeâs told me about wanting to spend more time with you, to celebrate birthdays and holidays. It might take time but he wants to make plans. He wonât feel so far away from you anymore.â
âAnd we thank you for that,â she says. âWe didnât know how to make him open up to us and there are still things we donât know about him. We lost so many years and I⌠Iâve been hoping that in being back here, heâll give us a chance and now he has. And thatâs because of you. You showed him the good thatâs around him and you made him open up to those good things. All it took was you.â
âHe did the same for me,â you point out. âI carried a lot of pain, too, and Iâve only started to embrace the good things around me because of him. Your son has such a beautiful heart, Mrs. Jeon, and regardless of what happened, I know he took that from you, too,â your voice cracks now.Â
âOh, dear,â she huffs, taking your hand in hers. âYou have no idea how much it means to me to know that.â
She wipes the tears that form in her eyes and you give her a comforting smile.Â
âHe cares about you, Mrs. Jeon. And heâs slowly learning how to express that.â
âThatâs wonderful to hear,â she smiles. âI hope you always stay by his side, dear. It can get hard sometimes, as it is with all relationships. But⌠I hope you hold each otherâs hands throughout all of that.â
âIâm sure weâll learn that, too,â you nod.Â
You turn to where Jungkook and his father are and see that theyâve gone a bit further down. You ask his mother where they might be and she answers that theyâre probably by the playground, as new lights have been installed in that area, too.
âYou should go to him,â she urges. âThatâs such a special place for him and Iâm sure heâd want to show it to you.â
You nod and head out, your heart warming at finally being able to be in his safe space this time. You get there without catching their attention, and you look back at the humble structure before you, seeing the love that created it for a man you hold so close to you.
âThatâs such a lovely playground, Mr. Jeon,â you say, prompting both men to turn to you. âDid you build this all by yourself?â
âOh, I thought you were talking to me,â Jungkook states.
âYouâre only Jungkook to me now,â you playfully shake your head, although you donât miss the teasing way he cocks his eyebrow because you definitely still use the formalities as you please.
CEO Jeon laughs but gets back to your question. âI did. It was the first time I ever designed and constructed one and it took a while to do it. I had to figure out how to hide it from Jungkook because he would follow me out here that I had his mother take him to one of our properties in the mountains for the weekend just so I could finish it,â he laughs at the memory. âBut it was all worth it. He loved it as a child and it stood the test of time.â
âItâs because you maintain it, father,â Jungkook points out. âThatâs, uh, thatâs dedication.â
âI knew how much it mattered to you, and that mattered to me,â the older man hums. âI wanted you to have a place where you felt safe every time you were here. Maintaining it was my way of feeling close to you.â
You watch as both of them share a look of gratitude and acceptance, and though mending this relationship will also take time, you know that with this, itâs starting to.
âWell, Iâm sure Jungkook would love to show it off,â CEO Jeon smiles. âIâll leave you both to it.â
Youâre left alone with Jungkook now, and with his hand around your waist, you rest your head on his chest and hug him tight. You imagine a young boy running about, excitedly riding the swing and going down the slide and then sitting at his favorite spot while he draws buildings and the sky on his sketch pad. That same boy stands next to you now and holds you close, in a way sharing those memories with you as you stand in silence and take in the beauty of a humble playground.Â
Jungkook turns and kisses you on the forehead.Â
âThank you for tonight,â he whispers. âIâm glad youâre here with me.â
âAlways,â you smile. âThank you for taking me here.â
You know that for him, itâs not just about how you managed the evening with his parents. Itâs also more than just a celebratory dinner for the Arts Center. Tonight is a way for him to show his parents that heâs ready to receive all the good that theyâve been showing him.Â
And itâs his way of telling you that as long as youâre both navigating your pains and your fears together, everything is going to be alright.
You spent the rest of Saturday night curled in Jungkookâs arms as you both watched a horror movie on his living room couch. On Sunday, you slept in and cooked lunch together before he took you to a spa. He insisted on getting a massage to help you relax before your big first day, and with the steam room and afternoon tea included in the couples package, you couldnât say no.Â
He looked happy seeing you satisfied. There was something about the soft kisses and sensual touches that got you relaxed and definitely turned on. You had dinner out after that then he took you home where he stayed until you started dozing off, wanting to spend time with you as long as he can before another busy week.Â
Your alarm goes off on Monday morning and you immediately get up, feeling that excitement of your first day rush through you. Itâs a different feeling this time - youâll be establishing a new routine, be around a different set of people, exploring new food places to eat at for lunch, and your days will be filled with new tasks and responsibilities that you canât wait to get to.Â
Youâll learn new things and manage a team this time, and it will challenge you in so many ways. Youâll also engage with authors and artists, and you suppose that's what youâre most excited about - you want to connect with your inner self and your surroundings more, and to find peace and strength in other peopleâs words.Â
Looking at yourself in the mirror after your shower, you canât help but smile. Thereâs that joy on your face thatâs new. Thereâs a bit of fear, too, but even then, you wish Jungkook was here to see how excited you look, or maybe to remind you that things are going to be alright. He messaged earlier to greet you good morning and youâll probably settle with texts for now, as he might be on the way to work with Lucas next to him.Â
Wrapping a towel around your body, you head out the bathroom to dress up. But thatâs when your doorbell rings, and you freeze for a moment because youâre not scheduled to have anyone this early in the morning. It might be your neighbor. But it could also beâ
âBabe?â Jungkook calls from the other side. âAre you still there?â
You immediately open the door to let him in and you stare at him, all dressed and ready for work.
âHey,â you say, returning his kiss. âWhat are you doing here? Did Mr. Ri drive for you?â
âNo, I did,â he smiles. âI told him and Lucas that Iâll just meet them at the office and I wonât be in until around 9.â
âWhy?â
âWell, itâs your first day. And I wanted to get you breakfast. And drive you to work,â he explains. âMaybe ease your nerves if youâre a little anxious.â
You soften as you watch him lay out the pastries and cups of coffee on your dining table. You were just thinking about him, and now heâs here, making sure heâs got your first meal and transportation covered on this pretty important day.Â
âIâm actually quite excited,â you beam. âAnd Iâm really glad youâre here.â
âGood,â he smiles, taking his seat. âI⌠I know youâre a grown adult and all but I didnât want you to go through this on your own.â
You want to hug and kiss him at this moment but doing so while wrapped in a damp towel isnât a good idea. So you ask for a second and quickly wear your nightgown from last night, then you scurry towards him. You sit on his lap and bury your face in his neck, taking in his scent while your arms wrap around him.Â
His arms wrap around you, too, tightening his grip on your waist the more you curl into his body. He adores this giddy version of you, the one that melts in joy when he does something nice. Itâs wholesome, he thinks. He always believed you deserved that kind of care and treatment. Heâd spoil you with whatever you like, but itâs this tenderness that he learned from you, that he wants to try to keep showing.Â
You cup his face with your hands and kiss him softly while he palms your outer thigh as your legs lay on his lap. You pull away before you start to want more, grazing your nose against his instead then going to your seat.Â
The pastries look divine and you already feel energized. You thank him again for making the effort to buy all this and drive to you, and his proud smile makes the butterflies in your belly go off.Â
âDress up now,â he says once you finish. âIâll clean up here and make you coffee to-go.â
âOkay,â you mumble, leaving him to finally get ready.
Jungkook puts away the remaining food and wraps it for your breakfast tomorrow. He uses the coffee machine that his office gave as a farewell gift to make your drink that youâll be needing to get you through the rest of the morning. He glances at you and sees you choosing between two blouses. You turn to him to show both of them, your eyes asking which one you should wear.
âBlush,â he answers. âPairs better with the green.âÂ
He gestures towards the shoes next to your closet, the ones he got for you last weekend.Â
âThought so,â you smile, turning around to put it on.Â
He walks towards you as you tuck it in your beige slacks and look at yourself in the mirror. He watches as you tie the knot by the neckline of your top, aligning the bows constantly. You donât seem to be satisfied, as you pull the tails then do it all over again, straightening the bows once more. He knows you can do this even with your eyes closed, but a bit of help wonât hurt, especially as he senses that somethingâs causing you to be quite jittery.
âHey,â he calls out. âLet me.â
You meet his eyes in the mirror then turn around to face him. He tightens the knot and aligns it, and you watch him the whole time he does. Something about the way heâs focused on this makes your heart race, and you smile to yourself at how the roles have reversed.Â
But unlike how both of you used to stand still and hold your breaths when it was you on the other side, this time, thereâs calmness despite what youâre feeling.
âOkay, maybe Iâm a little nervous,â you admit, prompting him to look at you. âItâs just that⌠so much has happened for me to get here and I want to do it right. I want to do well. I donât want to fail at this, Jungkook.â
âAnd you wonât,â he comforts, cupping your face now as he looks at you tenderly. âYou worked hard to get here, to have this kind of freedom. You deserve to pursue what makes you happy, ___, and you deserve to want it, okay? Youâre gonna go there and impress everyone with your beautiful mind and admirable work ethic and kindness. And that boss of yours is going to constantly be thankful that you gave him a chance and didnât shut him out when he spoke to you at that bookstore.â
He thumbs your cheek as you slowly smile, and he mirrors your look of adoration.Â
âIâve seen what you can do,â Jungkook continues. âAnd this new role, this company⌠theyâll test you but I know you. Youâll make them believe in your capabilities and your vision. Your heart will make them trust you. And youâll lead them well; I donât doubt it one bit.â
âOkay,â you nod, feeling the warmth of his words all over your body.
Youâre thankful that he decided to come today, as you probably wouldâve stressed about so many things and then become anxious right as youâre entering the office.Â
But you arenât. You feel confident and excited and for the first time, you feel like yourself. Itâs not because youâre tying your identity and purpose to a job again, which is what pulled you down before. But right now, you donât feel the baggage of your past. You donât feel like youâre performing a role. You donât feel emptiness or disconnection from things and people around you.Â
Perhaps this is when you start to really get to know who you are - as a professional, as a leader, as a potential artist⌠Maybe as a lover and someoneâs partner, too, as you take what Jungkook is giving you. This is when you get to know yourself as a person and what you can give to others and how much you can receive. This is when you get to know yourself outside of what you do and let it be about what you feel and think and enjoy.Â
This is when it could be about what you love. And perhaps this is when you learn what your heart could truly do, and you canât wait to explore all that with him.
âThank you,â you mumble, exhaling a sigh of relief once you feel his soft lips against your forehead. âIâm glad Iâm not doing this on my own.â
Jungkook just smiles, content on seeing that joy and calmness on your face. You stop him when he pulls you to finally leave the house, and you think thereâs one thing you can do for him this time.
You align his necktie, and while heâs been doing it correctly recently, you canât pass up on this part of your routine together.Â
He smiles again and kisses your hand in thanks, then he leads you to his car where he drives the half hour to your office, all while your fingers are intertwined with his. Itâs calming and everything you need before your big day, one that will start with a meeting to prepare you for your operations planning at the end of the week.Â
Jungkook pulls over on the street and faces you. And just as youâre about to kiss him goodbye, he tells you that thereâs something he wants to give you as an added gift.Â
You look at him in warning because you said you didnât want anything else.
âItâs nothing grand, I promise,â he chuckles, as he retrieves a bag from the backseat.Â
He hands it to you and you excitedly peek in, feeling a wave of emotion as you hold up a snake plant.Â
âI heard itâs good for positive energy,â he says to fill up the silence in the car.Â
Heâs right because you told him that. And heâs been taking care of the one on his office desk, the one that you gave him for his birthday. He also told you the other day that looking at it now makes him feel your presence, as if youâre rooting for him even when youâre not around. You suppose thatâs what heâs trying to tell you, too.
âIt is,â you smile. âI heard itâs also good at reminding its owner that someoneâs always there for them.â
âI can confirm that saying,â he chuckles.Â
You lean over and give him a soft kiss.Â
âThank you, Jungkook,â you smile, feeling the calmness wash over you.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he smiles back. âNow go. You canât be late on your first day.â
You laugh and open the door. âIâll see you tonight,â you say before walking out.Â
You turn back and wave him goodbye one last time.Â
Itâs quite symbolic, as you think about Jungkook as happiness, dropping you off at a new place that already gives you another kind of fulfillment. You used to think there was only one way to feel it, that it only consisted of one thing or person.Â
You realize that happiness could be in many forms, and that the feeling of connection and intimacy is alive, itâs ongoing, itâs a constant pursuit thatâs both tangible and elusive, and it requires vulnerability; it requires strength.Â
As you enter your new office and greet your new colleagues, and as you place the plant with the âgood luckâ note on it on your desk and retrieve the supplies that your former team gave you, you see all the things that connect you to your past and the ones that clarify your new present. Thereâs so much to learn and unlearn - how to be good to yourself is one of them, and you canât wait for that, too.
âMs. Cho,â a deep voice calls out.Â
You look at the man in front of you and you both share a brief moment of silence before bursting in laughter.
âIt feels weird,â Namjoon says. He straightens himself before turning to you again. â___,â he corrects. âMeeting time, letâs go.â
Itâs casual and comfortable and everything you need. You donât want the formalities either, and itâs this type of environment that you truly believe will make you better.Â
You follow him to the meeting room and thereâs a wave of nostalgia that hits you, especially once you start taking minutes that you shouldnât be doing anymore.Â
You laugh to yourself. Maybe thereâll always be that person in you, but you donât pity her anymore; in fact, you admire her. Itâs her strength and grace that got you here, and you know itâs the same things that will make you appreciate and protect and fight for all the things that you have now.Â
That includes your job. That includes yourself. And that definitely includes Jungkook.
END.
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âi mean your abs are pretty impressive, pretty convenient for a washing board though.â
an offended, loud gasp from just beside you, makes you giggle. the cardboard boxes rustle against each other, a few of them being opened up to take out your newly ordered white vases, which your helpful neighbour skillfully places among the wooden shelves.
meanwhile, you wipe off the dust and rearrange the little trinkets on the white showcase, occasionally admiring your handsome neighboursâ work.
âwhen did you see my abs though, are you lying to me, ms y/n?â, jake scoffs, putting the last vase on the shelf.
you giggle, finishing off your work on the showcase, âi think you're forgetting that our apartment complex has a gym, mr jake,â you walk towards him, an unexpected rise in your heartbeat, âlast week.â
âwas i on the bench press?â, jake smirks, before catching his lower lip between his teeth and flicking it outside. you don't know what he's trying to do with all that, but he is sure to make your heart beat faster.
âtreadmillâ, you correct him.
the proximity between you and your striking neighbour increases by the windowsill, where both mild sun rays and inquisitive pairs of eyes can peek in, but it's something that doesn't bother you. after all, sim jake is only here to help you, just a helping hand for you when you've decided to clean and rearrange your apartment.
you don't know how the helping part is kept aside for now, confused at how jake is staring into your eyes, a hesitant but longing step closer to you. he should've been helping you with the bookshelf now, stacking in the new books to the according racks.
but right now he is busy igniting new feelings to your heart.
jake is too close for your own good, left hand threatening to close in around your waist and pull you into such a proximity he has only imagined. he could smear that pink lip gloss of yours now, his hand on you and his mind all dizzy, it would be a perfect weekend for him.
and as he's about to accomplish that, when you swiftly glide out of his imaginary hold on you and pick up the new books to be kept in place, breaking your poor neighboursâ heart.
âthat's too much work for a pretty girl like you,â jake was fast, you have to give it to him, well not only in pace but also incredibly fast to make you squeal inside, âi'll take them from âya.â
âyou know i can do that myselfâ, you scoff, leaning against the bookshelf as he snatches the basket full of new books, arranging them.
âyes ma'amâ, jake sings, pulling out another giggle from you while he pushes the new books between the old ones, âbut i'd rather do it myself you know? wouldn't want your arms all tired.â
you had enough time, strength and leisure to stroll around your apartment and bedeck it, a change of scenario and colours for your eyes, a break from the dust collecting shelves eyeing you from their constant spot. you definitely didn't need another flirty neighboursâ help who could easily pull you into a scandal.
five months ago when you first moved in here, you didn't expect a cheeky, lovestruck neighbour, jake, to knock on your doors every weekend. and even if you're not willing to talk, his flirting skills would find his way to your smile anyway.
so jake became a regular face to witness, a regular voice to hear and a regular touch that you wished would linger for one more second.
ânosy neighboursâ, jake reads out the title of the last book on his hand, âouch, am i a nosy neighbour?â, a dramatic hand over his heart and a fake pout made you giggle harder.
âshut up jakeâ, you roll your eyes, hitting his arm.
âactually i'd like to borrow this book from yaâ,
âyou read books too?â, you tilt your head in confusion, an eyebrow raised at his request.
âare you surprised?â, jake giggles, taking a step closer to you as he secures the book in his hand.
âof course i amâ, you let out a hearty laugh, hands flying up to your face to cover your flushed cheeks, âi thought all you do is flirt with women and lure them into your apartmentâ, you tease.
âthat's not very nice, ms y/n,â and he goes back to his unnecessary honorific and a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips, making you swoon, âiâm hurt to know you think of me like that.â
jake leans in until he's face to face with you, his hot breath tickles your cheeks and makes them bloom from inside. he's at it again, his infamous grin while he stares you down, his rosy lips are too close to yours.
âthe only woman i want to take home is youâ, he whispers, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ears. his eyes wander about to face, to your eyes to lips to neck to your eyes again, âdo they kiss in the book?â
âno spoilersâ, you whisper back.
âfair enoughâ, jake scoffs, his lips hovering over the corner of yours as he pulls you in by your waist, until you have to create a barricade between you two by softly pressing your palms against his chest. but jake doesn't really gives you what you want, he teases you, grazing his lips over the corners of yours and pressing a light peck on your cheek before pulling back.
he leaves you blushing and stunned, which he likes and smiles at.
âo-ok now i have a lot of work,â you hurriedly grab jakeâs hand and begin to drag him towards the door.
âaww are you shooing me away, y/n?â, jake whines, walking the few steps to the exit on his own, âi was just having fun!â
âi wasn'tâ, you bite your lips, suppressing in a chuckle as you look at him, standing on your threshold.
âoh? is that so?â, jake's eyes widens, he's loving this little act of yours.
as if you didn't turn butter under his touch just a few seconds ago.
âyeah! now off you go jake, i have a lot of things to doâ, you try to send him off, lightly pushing on his chest and he's quick to grab your hand.
he brings it near his lips and kisses the inside of your wrist, looking up at you he says, âwhy don't you come over someday? return my favour maybe?â
all the blood in your body rushes up to your ears and cheeks and you stand still before him, not knowing what to do when you slowly retract your hand. he's intoxicating and he knows it, even if you don't visit him, jake already has an excuse to return his borrowed book to see your pretty face again. maybe you should give it a thought, give him a chance? after all, you can't deny the fact that he does make your heart beat faster.
you clear your throat, âi'll think about it.â
jake chuckles, âyou better, âwant to lure in my favourite pretty girlâ, he winks at you, a final blow before he quickly pecks your cheek again, â9:30, i'll be waiting, gorgeous.â
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Hi! I love your writing so much!! I'm currently loving your freelance inventor series! I don't see a lot of danny/bruce fics so it's always fun when you post one!! What danny thinks of the justice league, does he think they're just Bruce's extreme sports friends? Or his kids friends parents?
Danny first meets Bruce's extreme sports friends when Dick plans to introduce Wally-his first boyfriend- on a water skiing trip. It went a little hair-walled due to the misunderstanding.
He had been around the manor with some free time, so he asked Bruce if he could join once Dick brought up the trip and made a comment on how important things he needed to talk about.
Usually, Danny wouldn't have bothered, but because it was so long that thier friendship had started he felt like it was a good time to ask.
At first, both the Waynes appeared to be dancing around the subject that, for a second, Danny thought they didn't want him there. Not wanting to make them feel pressuredâand a little embarrassed he had assumed he could tag alongâhe backtracked quickly, making up an excuse about flying out to see Dani.
There was an awkward dinner that evening, so Danny left immediately. He had planned on staying the night at Wayne Manor, but he felt he had overstayed his welcome from his silly request. Instead, he rented a hotel room in the more dangerous parts of the city.
Danny had been on the hotel's phone line all night, attempting to find a plan to take him somewhere close to Dani. He could fly with his powers the rest of the way, but he needed to create some kind of paper trail.
While he listened to the hold music of the airline representative, he felt a wave of shame. At that point, Danny had only known Bruce and Dick for a year- but with various breaks in between visits- and had thought that made them closer. Who did he think he was?
Bruce wanted their relationship to stay as business associates who occasionally hung out but nothing as important as a vacation trip. Danny had just been the idiot who thought himself more important.
Well, he would not be making the same mistake. He would only come back if it involved his work and would find his own lodging from now on. The Waynes had likely not know how to say no to him.
Idiot, Danny thought, pacing in his room and wiping away tears. Idiot. Stupid. Moron. Of course, Bruce Wayne doesn't think of you as a friend! Get a clue!
"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Fenton. A first-class plane ticket to Calais, France, has been booked for you on Monday, July 7th. Would you like to make this a round trip?" the cheerful woman asks him, and he sniffs.
"No. It's a one-way. I won't be coming back here for a while." The words feel like knives in his chest
She doesn't notice as she chirps "Alright then, that has been done for you. Thank you for using Wayne Airlines!"
Ugh, he even used Bruce's planes by accident. At least this will be the last thing he annoys the man with. The following morning, bright and early Danny is out the door with his suit case. He makes it all the way to the lobby where he bumps into a fretting Dick and some red head kid.
"Danny!" Dick cries. He flings himself onto his waist, squeezing with all his might. Danny is flabbergasted. "Danny, I only wanted Bruce to go on the water ski trip because I wanted to tell him about my boyfriend! I haven't told him I was bisexual yet, I wanted to tell him on the trip, but I made him swear not to mention it to anyone else, but then you asked to go, and Bruce couldn't figure out a way to tell you no without revealing that I wanted to talk about something important-but then you got sad, and then Bruce got sad and I-"
"Babe." The redhead cuts in. "Breath"
"Danny, please don't be mad at Bruce because of me!" Dick cries, rubbing his face against Danny's stomach. "I promise we didn't want to exclude you!"
Danny's heart melts, both by how cute Dick is and the knowledge that Bruce was just a good dad and not any of his insecure-inspired conclusions. "Oh, Dick. I'm sorry you felt that. I promise I'm not mad, and I'm so proud of you. Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with me."
He leans down to hug the boy, grinning as the ten year old sighs. Then he directs a glare at the redhead. He looks about twelve and frankly, Dick is far too young for a boyfriend. "Who's this?"
"I'm Wally West-"
"I asked Dick"
"Oh."
Dick leans back. "This is Wally. He's my best friend and boyfriend! Wally, this is Danny- he's like my second dad."
"It's nice to meet you, sir!" The redhead gulps as Danny's eyes narrow.
"Pleasure." He says in a voice that means anything but. "Dick, sweetie, how did you get here? Does Bruce know where you are?"
"Wally and I...ugh took a cap." Dick everts his eyes. "Bruce was talking to his friends trying to convince them to go on the trip too. He wanted to prove you were his special friend to his regular friends."
A thrill ran through Danny. He was Bruce Wayne's best friend!? "You know I think I can take you kids back home myself. Maybe we can still make a water ski trip!"
Both boys blink owlishly. "Yeah...maybe. Let me just call Uncle Barry to make sure he's going, too."
Wally sprinted to the front desk to borrow their landline while Dick stayed behind, babbling to Danny about how he knew he was bi and how he met Wally. Mentally, Danny was drafting a lecture to give Bruce for allowing his boy to date a co-worker and friend's nephew, especially at this young age! He didn't let his thoughts appear on his face, only nodding and smiling between Dick's word vomits.
Meanwhile, on Wally's side, he uses the Justice League hotline to speak to his Uncle. His call was transferred to the meeting with all the original founders as he used the emergency code accesses Barry had taught him.
His call was placed on speaker for everyone to hear.
"Code Teal for B! Code Teal for B!" he hissed into the phone. The rest of the members sat up straighter and sent Batman looks of alarm. Code Teal was a spouse or lover who thought a hero was cheating on them because of the mission's old hours. We needed to come together to cover for them.
Batman was hiding his face in his hands. ".....Confirm Code Teal."
"Oh and before I forget Code Artificial red for Dick and me" Wally shouts, ignoring the imploding shouts from Batman or Uncle Barry.He hung up not wanting to explain that the boys had chosen to use Fake-out-make-out in order to convince Danny to stay.
He wouldn't mind dating Dick, but maybe later when they were both older. Not that Danny needed to know that.
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anon â "can you do one where their partner is a big nerd?"
â âdebated for the longest time about the differences between nerd/geek/dork, so this is a bit of everything ( `Ď´ )Űś! (p.s.: love how the hc's turned out for this one >_<)
â§âËâŠĺ˝Ą includes: established relationship, pet names, fluff, cussing, headcanons under the cut.
đ headcanons .á
you're rambling again. seungcheol watches, entranced, at the way your eyes light up as you talk about your tabletop games. the way your hands move as you explain things. when you notice him staring, you trail off. he immediately snaps out of his quiet awe to reach for your hand across the dining table. "why'd you stop?" he asks in a soft whine, jutting his lower lip out in a mock pout. "you were getting to the good part about the cleric and the rogue. don't leave me hanging, love." (or: seungcheol always pays attention.)
there's a look of mild exasperation on jeonghan's face as he watches you scroll excitedly through his latest fansign photos. you point out all the characters that are familiar to you, and you get just a little too excited when he's borderline cosplaying. he pretends to be annoyed about it, even though the truth is that he'd play dress up all day long to see you smile like this. "really," he huffs all the same, prying his phone out of your hands. "if i knew this was all it would take for you to fall in love with meâŚ" (or: jeonghan indulges you.)
every time he travels, joshua visits a bookshop. not those chain stores, either. he goes for the obscure ones that sells secondhand, well-loved novels. the types that are a little beaten up and worn around the edges. he'll spend hours looking through the shelves for covers that he thinks are pretty, or descriptions that match the genres you always rave about. it's his little joy, to come home after all these international stops with his arms full of books. "these reminded me of you," he'll say as he holds them out to you. (or: joshua remembers you everywhere he goes.)
a bead of sweat trickles down junhui's temple as he battles with yet another stubborn screw. you've long since given up on trying to help him; he wasn't about to let you lift a finger in this endeavor. he grumbles little complaints as he assembles the overpriced IKEA shelf, but all of it is worth it when you start to stack your things on to it with that sweet smile of yours. he knows he ought to stop putting himself in to these situations. he also knows he'll assemble a hundred pieces of furniture if it meant that you could have what you want. (or: junhui enables you.)
soonyoung really couldn't give a damn about the planetarium. he'd much rather have date night at something more exciting. an amusement park. a concept restaurant. but there's just something so special about getting to walk alongside you at a leisurely pace, to have you whisper to him little fun facts about the projected stars and the styrofoam planets. he knows they're only versions of the real thing. it's just⌠the way you explain them make it seem like they're just right there. he knows he can't really reach for the stars, so he settles for the next best thing. he goes to hold your hand. (or: you remind soonyoung to take it easy.)
mid-game conversations with wonwoo are punctuated mostly with quick jabs, typed out in between lulls. it's a last resort type of thing. most of the time, the two of you are playing with audio. or, better yet, in the same room as each other. there's something liberating in how he doesn't have to reel anything in when it's you, because you know how these matches go. you speak his language, essentially. and whenever he says "one more game?", he knows you're already not too far behind in rejoining the lobby. (or: wonwoo lives to be your player two.)
sometimes, you're so quiet that jihoon forgets you're there. he'll only remember when he tears his gaze away from his computer screen and his eyes land on the studio couch, where you're sprawled out doing whatever your hobby of the month is. it always makes him melt a bit. the way the two of you are just content to co-exist, happy to be in each other's orbit. when he turns back to produce, he goes at it with a renewed purpose. he's got such good inspiration, after all. (or: loving you never feels like work to jihoon.)
mingyu was never the sulky typeâ until he met you, that is. it's a bit embarrassing, how much of a fool you have him acting like. because what do you mean kim mingyu is jealous of 2d characters? when you return after abandoning him for the latest chapter or the newest episode, he'll consistently act all off-put even though he's sooner to crack than you are. "your anime boys don't love you like i do," he insists, trying his best not to laugh at how silly he sounds to himself. "i'm the real thing, babe." (or: mingyu is a bit of a glutton for your attention.)
it's difficult to be anything but in love with seokmin, especially when he's so sincere in everything that he does. even after he accidentally knocked over the millenium falcon lego set it took you months to build, he's so endearing in his attempts to make amends. he'll spend hours poring over the instructions booklet, and he'll sort through the seven thousand pieces until his eyes are bleary. even then, he shakes his head when you say he should go to sleep. "i like spending time with you like this," he tells you, and you know he means it. (or: seokmin wants to give you the world.)
any other person might be annoyed as the hours tick by with no response. but minghao is not anything if not patient, and he's gotten quite used to losing you to the media that consumes you. if he's being honest, a part of him is probably in love with you because of that. it doesn't matter to him if you respond minutes or days late. all he cares about is that you always come back to him; that's more than enough. (or: minghao would wait lightyears for you.)
seungkwan sometimes feels like a big chunk of his early years were given up to get to where he is now, and so he didn't really have the time to like the things that other people his age normally might. when you came around with all the things that make you happy, though, he can't help but want the same thing for himself. so maybe he is a little betrayed that you watched the newest one piece episode without him, or that you beat all the gyms in pokĂŠmon scarlet & violet while he wasn't looking. can you blame him? (or: you are the youth that seungkwan missed out on.)
prior to meeting you, vernon could count on his two hands the instances wherein he's been extremely passionate about something. nowadays, he's always getting in to one petty debate or another about the best frank ocean album or the most insufferable f.r.i.e.n.d.s character. "you bring out the worst in me," he'll joke to you one evening. both of you know that it's the complete opposite. neither of you have to say it out loud, though. all you have to do is start bickering, again, about something that would have everyone else merely scratching their heads. (or: you keep vernon on his toes.)
chan isn't stupid. he's far from it, even. you're justâ so smart. unbelievably so. he's not playing dumb or goading you when he's bombarding you with questions. he's genuinely astonished by the extent of your knowledge, the easiness of which you retain all these things. it's one thing to be proud of someone, and it's another to admire them. to look up to them. he feels all that for you and so much more. (or: of all the facts in the world, the one that chan is most certain about is thisâ he really, really does love you.)
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â premise: there existed no such cricumstances in which dean doesnt want your lips against his. bloodied, bruised, even with broken bones, a kiss from his girl makes it all better.
â pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader
â warnings: tw: blood, fluff, but some sort of instense making out, established relationship, descriptions of blood and injuries, blood in mouth, nicknames [baby, sweetheart, my girl], reader is described a bit to have anxiety
â a/n: as always i hope dean isnât too out of character as i have never written for him! enjoy my loves :) and sorry its short.
A hunt had gone south they got the monster and it was done but Dean was injured, they were headed back to the bunker. That was all Sam spit out over the phone, normally you appreciated his ability to get straight to the point. Currently you were cursing it as he hung up shortly after cause he was the one driving back. You had a million and one questions running through your head and more than half of them werenât good.
This was the part of the boys going off hunting and you staying back that you hated the most. When one of them got hurt or something went wrong and all you could do was sit there, a chill running down your spine as your blood boiled in your veins, anxiously pacing the living room, trying to not let yourself jump to the worst conclusions which you regularly failed to do.
You used to go on hunts with them and instead of you currently being the one riddled with anxiety, it was Dean. Once the two of you pulled your heads out of your asses (as Sam would say) and realized youâve had feelings for each other for years, you got together. Being officially together seemed to make Dean's protective nature increase tenfold. He was even more terrified to lose you now than before. He began fussing over you whenever you'd get even the slightest scarpe or bump on a hunt. He would glue himself to your side the whole duration. Forcing you to normally stay back in the motel room when the hunt turned into a more dangerous situation than dean cared to put you in.
You loved Dean but it began to get a bit too tedious to deal with and even Sam made a comment on how overprotective he was being. In an attempt to make hunts go easier and ease your boyfriend's anxiety, once you all situated yourselfs in the bunker you suggested to him that you go out on hunts less, especially when they could now take Cas. Dean jumped at the suggestion but you couldn't blame him.
âI think that's a great idea babyâ he said with a kiss to your forehead.
You still helped out, researching things when Sam needed the help, going through old books and files in the library, patching them up when theyâd come back with cuts and bruises. You hadn't realized just how jittery you'd be however stuck in the bunker when he was out and especially when they went on far away hunts.
They'd go to the hospital when things were really bad, so you knew if the boys were on their way back then it couldnât be too bad. The reminder did nothing to sooth your racing thoughts, your heart thumping so hard you could practically hear it pounding in your ears. You didn't know just how long you've been pacing back and forth, too afraid to look up at the clock and realize it's only been a few minutes since Sam called.
You don't hear the sound of baby pulling into the garage, your head is too clouded as you were damn near about to wear a grove down into the old floors. The sound of a door shutting loudly and two sets of heavy footsteps are heard down the hallway. Spinning so quickly on your feet you nearly lose your balance you turn to face the noise. Watching as the brothers emerge from the dark hall, Dean's arm rests on Sam's shoulder almost using him like a human crutch. You let out a small gasp making them stop and both of their eyes snap up to yours, weather you gasped in surprise at the state of your boyfriend or in relief you canât tell.
âHi sweetheart, Weâre homeâ Dean tilts his head, his voice laced with his usual sarcasm and deep tone. He pushes off of Sam, clearly able to at least stand on his own, slowly making his way over to you a small limp in his step.
In the blink of an eye youâre rushing into his arms, your soft hands grabbing ahold of his beaten up face and crashing your lips against his. He grunts out a âfuckâ in surprise or pain the word dying in his throat turning into a noise as his eyes fall shut and he grabs ahold of your hips. With a sharp tug he pulls your body as close as he can to his, his hands sliding up your sides. His bloodied lips against your plush ones, kissing you like a man starved, a kiss youâve come accustomed to when he comes home from longer hunts. âMissed youâ he hums in a hushed tone into the kiss for only you to hear, making your racing heart only speed up. His blood flows into your opened mouth as the kiss goes on, the metallic taste on your tongue foreign but you were far too relieved he was back in one piece to care about the blood coating your tongue.
Any pain Dean felt after the whole ordeal and from the bumpy ride back to the bunker seemed to fade from his body. He could care less about his brother's presence still in the room or the blood still dripping from his face and that covered his clothes or his split lip. It felt as if all the bruises that were forming on his body were already being kissed away as your soft lips slid against his. The taste of your mouth overcoming the taste of the blood in his, your scent calming his body, reminding him he's finally home again. Your body grounding him.
A rough deep cough stops the moment making the two of you reluctantly pull away, lips swollen and parted as you catch your breath.
âBefore this gets any more R-rated maybe we should patch him up and you know clean him upâ Sam suggested with a small light hearted chuckle as he walks off to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You were grateful you remembered just yesterday that it had needed to be restocked. âSorry Sammyâ Dean calls after him, you turn your head away and follow up with a âSorry not sorryâ down the hall after him making a small smirk grow on your boyfriend's face.
Once he's out of eye sight, Dean grabs ahold of your face by lightly squeezing your cheeks and turns your head back to face him. Leaning down to begin softly kissing you again, groaning against your lips when the pain in his body begins to return.
âWho needs a first aid kit, all i need is my girl's kissesâ He mumbled softly against your mouth, making you break out into a smile. A small tear slips down your cheek, your breath returning to your lungs and the chill in your spine fading as relief finally settled over your body knowing he's okay.
â a/n: if you enjoyed please reblog or send me some dean requests id love to write more for him!
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Summary: modern!Aemond takes his girlfriend home with him for the semester break over summer. He had already forgotten that he barely got any peace and quiet in his old room.
Wordcount: 1.717
Warnings: tiny smuttish part, but also not really, mentions of an unwanted lap dance, lots and lots of fluff
Present
They heard something rumbling loudly against the door. "Urgh. Fuck. Aemond?" shouted Aegon through the door.
(Y/n) laughed silently and shook an equally smirking Aemond, who was lying on her stomach.
2 months before
Aemond was unusually nervous for his ratio. He had never brought anyone home before. It was unusual. He felt strangely naked, as she paced around his room, looking at the books and posters from his school days.
When a grin appeared on her face, he knew immediately what was coming.
"Aha!" She pulled the CD case from the shelf and held it up triumphantly. "I knew it!",she grinned at him.
He just rolled his eyes and put the My Chemical Romance CD back in its place. "Behave.", was all he said.
Her smile softened. Her arms gently wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss.
"Close the door! Would you?", they heard someone laugh. None other than Aegon stood in the doorway and grinned at them both. "We don't want mummy to think you're promiscuous."
"Wow. That was a difficult word for you.", Aemond replied in a calm voice, but (Y/n) could see the tension in his jaw.
"At least I'm not a twenty-year-old virgin.", Aegon rolled his eyes and walked away again.
(Y/n) scratched his neck reassuringly. "So this is Aegon?"
He grumbled in agreement, annoyed.
"You exaggerated a bit with his hair. I was almost expecting a half bald head.", she turned his mind to another topic, knowing full well that he was largely uncomfortable with the subject of sex.
"You didn't see him after rehab. He was close."
She laughed lightly.
He lay relaxed on the bed. (Y/n) half beneath him. His head lay on her chest and he savoured the delicate fingers, as they ran over his scalp and through his long strands.
Sleeptoken was playing softly in the background, but he focussed more on her heartbeat, which he could now hear so clearly.
His eyes had fallen shut at the caresses, his breathing was calm and deep.
Everything was beautiful. Everything was good. Everything-
"Aemond we - Oh sorry."
Both their gazes shot in the direction of the roughly flung open door. His mum stood in the doorway, a little embarrassed. "We'll order something from the Italian. Please come downstairs... And put a shirt on Aemond!"
He dropped his face into the crook of her neck and groaned in annoyance. "I should have taken a hotel.", he grumbled.
She kissed his temple. "Just locking up is cheaper, I think."
"We don't have to.", she explained quietly.
Aemond shook his head. "I want to try it.", he admitted, still looking nervous. "But only on you for now.", he confessed quickly.
She stroked his hair. "Okay."
"You sure?"
She nodded with a smile.
Aemond cleared his throat. He had come a long way since he was a boy and a teenager, but the memory of that night was still so present.
Aegon had dragged him along to his birthday. He doesn't know what he'd expected, but it hadn't been a stripper.
He and his friends had cheered her on as she danced on Aemonds lap. He had never felt so overwhelmed und uncomfortable. The fact that he had come in his pants less than two minutes later had, of course, taken the mockery to the extreme.
They had bawled and Aemond had simply run away until he could lock himself in the bathroom, where he washed himself three times in a row in an attempt to wash off the shame.
"Hey." He felt her hand on his cheek. He pulled himself from his memory. "It's just me here. No one else." She smiled so warmly at him again. And she was right. The rest of his family was gone tonight, except for Haelena. But she rarely left her bugs voluntarily anyway.
He nodded, but still buried his face briefly on her shoulder. "Can I?," he asked, stroking her waistband with his fingers.
She nodded with a smile.
He carefully slipped his hand under the elasticated fabric and immediately came across the top of her panties. He looked at her questioningly again. She simply nodded. His fingers travelled deeper. He felt light stubble and took in the slightly scratchy feeling beneath his fingertips. He drew a few exploratory circles.
"Does that bother you?", she asked a little hesitantly, but he immediately shook his head.
"Not at all."
He let his fingers wander deeper until he felt what he was looking for. He groped around a little awkwardly and blindly. Searching for what he had already read about. She tenderly pushed her hand towards his. Grasped his fingers and brought them into position. She calmly showed him how to move them. He followed her with concentration.
She sighed slightly and withdrew her hand again. He tried himself out. Experimented. Memorised what caused which reaction.
And he realised, that this was okay. It was even kind of nice. It was-
The door to his room opened again. Helaena poked her head into the room. She didn't pay any attention to the situation of the two of them, frantically trying to present themselves in a more socially acceptable manner.
"Helaena!", shouted Aemond reprovingly.
She looked absolutely neutral in return. "Have you seen my Tarantula? She's run off."
"Your what?", asked (Y/n) immediately in alarm.
"My Tarantula. She-"
"Rethorical question.", explained Aemond immediately. "And no."
"Okay."
The door closed again.
"Please tell me that Tarantula is the name of your cat."
"Don't worry about it. The creature is ancient. It probably just turned to dust."
"Found her!", Heelena shouted from the corridor.
"Great.", Aemond called back, only slightly annoyed.
(Y/n) was still sitting tensely on his bed. "What do you say we-"
"Chinese or Thai?" he asked.
"Chinese."
"I'll just wash my hands and get the car.", he explained and stood up humbly. Would he ever have a quiet evening in this house?
"I love you.", she called after him tensely.
"Love you too.", he called back with a sigh.Â
They made out violently. She was sitting on his old desk and had her legs wrapped around his hips like a snake.
His centre kept twitching slightly forward. His family was gone, even his sister, and the damn door was locked.
Aemond pressed himself against her even more than he already did. His hands wandered under her top. His lips broke away from hers and travelled to her neck. He was ready. He was sure. He felt comfortable with her. He wanted this.
"To bed?", he asked, slightly out of breath.
She nodded eagerly. "Please.", she sighed. He lifted her from the table and carried her towards the bed. She took off her own top and threw it somewhere. He did the same.
She was already sitting down on the mattress and pushed herself into the middle of it, when Aemond tried to get out of his trousers.
He lay down on top of her. Their lips met. He sighed, when he felt her hands on his bare back.
He was just sliding his hands into the waistband of her trousers when he heard the click of the lock. He frantically threw half of the blanket over (Y/n) to cover her body as his grandfather stood in the doorway.
He looked at them both in astonishment.
"Excuse me.", he nodded briefly to (Y/n). "Otto Hightower. The grandfather." He introduced himself impassively.
"Hello." (Y/n) waved back, overwhelmed.
"You still have my encyclopaedia.", he explained, turning to Aemond.
He looked at him perplexed. "Couldn't you have just called me?"
Otto just raised an eyebrow. "The book, Aemond.", he demanded.
Aemond stood up angrily, took the book from the shelf and pressed it into his grandfather's hand.
"Could we have some privacy now, please?"
Otto just waved him off. "But don't get her pregnant. We don't need any more complaints like your brother's."
He didn't even look at them again. He simply left the house.
Aemond breathed in and out in a controlled manner.
He turned round with a jerk and pulled his trousers back on.
"Aemond, it's all-"
"Get dressed. We're driving."
"Driving? Where?"
"To a hotel.", he explained curtly and held out her top.
(Y/n) looked at him in surprise. "So we're not stopping?", she asked, half teasingly, half cheerfully.
Aemond looked at her insistently. "Not if you don't want to."
She smiled. "Let's go then."
The night was mild. Mild enough that they didn't try to put as much distance between them as possible. Just touching fingers or knuckles.
No. Aemond had snuggled up to her chest and (Y/n) held him in a relaxed grip.
They both lingered in the land of dreams, knowing that the door was locked and the key was still in it.
They had had their peace and quiet all evening. No one had gotten on their nerves. Aemond had snuggled up to her as he usually only did in his own flat. A place where no one could go without his permission. The key in the lock wasn't the highend security system in his flat, but it reassured him enough.
Even in his dreams, he still had the feeling that he had finally triumphed when he was suddenly and rudely torn from this world.
A loud, breaking sound rang out. The sound crashed into the room like a bang.
And with the noise, Aegon smashed in too.
"Oaaa! Fuck!", he exclaimed, annoyed, then he laughed clearly drunk.
Aemond and (Y/n) immediately sat upright in bed. (Y/n) looked perplexed at Aegon.
Aemond looked at the hole in the wall that had once been his door, now lying as splinters of wood on the floor.
"I didn't get the curve.", Aegon laughed, still on the floor. "Sorry little brother."
Present
"Stable.", (Y/n) stated, when she had her laughter under control again.
"Steel core with a security lock. Standard for banks.", explained Aemond relaxed.
He firmly grabbed her hand, which she had withdrawn during her fit of laughter, and put it back on his head.
"Don't stop.", he just sighed and closed his eye again. A slight smile played around his lips.
She kissed the top of his head with a smile and complied.
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SIT. DRINK.
â TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!READER SMUT ONESHOT
â SUMMARY: Your dad calls you over to sit in front of him, and he orders you to finish off his beer. Enthused with your obedience, he takes advantage of that.
â CW: DARK CONTENT. Incest, forced drinking, cockwarming, deep throating, Toji is meanish, Toji calls you 'kid' and 'sweetheart'.
â WC: 1.5kish
â A/N: Hello! I've done a drabble with icky!dad!Toji before, and honestly I really like doing them... so I'm wondering if I should make a series/compilation or something with icky!dad!Toji?? đ lmk in the comments or my ask box!! :) N e wayz enjoyyy.
"Come 'ere. Sit."
Toji points at the floor in front of him with his beer bottle, and you look up from your book you're reading.
Your eyes widen and you swallow thickly, knowing your dad wants something. It always puts a little fear in you, because your dad is disgusting. He's a grumpy, divorced, old man who got stuck with some kid out of wedlock, who happened to be you, so now he treats you like some sort of object, something to be used.
As much as you loathe him for it, a part of you actually loves it, though you don't think you'd ever admit that to yourself, at least, not out loud.
You close your book, and you get up. You slowly walk over to him, carpet brushing against the soles of your feet as you drag them, trying to take your time as you walk over to the old man.
Toji sees you taking your sweet time and he scoffs. He points to the floor again, and his beer sloshes in his bottle.
"I said, sit," his tone is harsher this time, almost spitting out his words.
With a huff, you nod and you pick up your pace. You then plop yourself onto your knees in front of your dad, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, already knowing what he wants.
He leans back against the couch to get a good view of you. A wry grin appears etched onto his face as that scar of his quirks up, and those green eyes of his darken while a drunken gaze drinks in the sight of you.
His gaze makes you nervous, as you hardly ever know what he wants from you. You know you're here to be used, but you just don't know how, and that's what makes you so nervous. His jade eyes always make your heart thump in your chest as they always have something conniving cooking.
Suddenly, he thrusts his bottle out to you and he presses the glass opening of it against your lips. You blink quickly as you catch a quick whiff of the beerâcheap, and wheatyâand look back up at him.
"Drink. Finish this off for me."
"Iâ" You're about to try to defend yourself, as you're not looking to drink tonight, but your dad tuts, shaking his head disapprovingly. He reaches out and grips the root of your hair with his free hand and pushes your mouth against the tip of the glass bottle, forcing it into your mouth.
"I said, drink. Jesus, are you having a hard time hearing me tonight?" He mutters, and his words slur, clearly drunk.
You let out a whine and a grumble and you tilt your head back, allowing for the liquid to pour into your throat. There's about a half of the bottle left, so Toji makes you chug it, and he watches with narrowed as eyes as you drink.
"There we go... good girl..."
Fuck. You hated it when he praised you. He only praised you whenever you did his "evil" bidding, which is why you didn't mind doing it so much. You loved the praise, and he knew it, which is why you're so obedient to him. It's a constant cycle of you needing praise, and receiving it after you do something for him, and, you couldn't get enough. Sometimes, some of the things he made you do felt so good that you truly hadn't minded at all.
It was toxic, but... you honestly couldn't get enough of it, which is also why you hadn't moved out of the house yet.
His praise was addicting.
Once you finish the beer, your mouth leaves the bottle with a satisfying pop, and Toji hums. He runs a hand through your hair and sighs as he places the empty bottle with the rest of them, on the stand next to the couch.
He pats your face with a large, calloused hand and sighs, leaning against the couch again. His large frame takes up the majority of it, and his thick long legs are spread out in a man-spread.
He reaches down into his pants and you hear the faint sound of scratching. He yawns, looking at the TV briefly before turning his head back to you. You look at him, awaiting further instructions, and he chuckles, and you assume another idea has popped into his head.
"You got an oral fixation, right, sweetheart?" He slurs, and, honestly doesn't care if you do or not as he starts pulling down his sweatpants, the hem of them fits around his thighs so well.
"I... yes, I do," you reply, watching him as he now takes his hand and slides down his underwear around his thighs, as he reveals his, big, hard cock, sitting heavily on his stomach.
Toji raises an eyebrow and he hiccups. He nods and sighs. "That's right... I knew ya did, kid. I know you like suckin' on my dick, but you just don't wanna admit it, right?" He grins, and he watches as you shift on your knees, your gaze averting his. His grin widens.
"Ah, knew it," he sighs, and he leans forward with his cock in one hand, and presses the tip against your mouth, and, so willingly, you open it up for him, accepting him into your mouth.
He groans once he feels your warm, wet mouth, and he closes his eyes, leaning his head back. He takes a minute before he looks down at you.
"Just keep your mouth like this for me while I watch TV. I'll get you a fuckin' candy bar or somethin' if you suck me off," he chuckles, and you furrow your eyebrows because he still treats you like a little kid, rewarding you with dumb shit.
Nevertheless, you sigh, accepting this as you keep him in your mouth. Not like you're going to complain anyway. This was one of your favorite things to do for your dad, simply because it just felt so good to have something so thick fill up your mouth.
So, you sit for awhile as he leans back against the couch, watching TV. You don't move your mouthâjust enjoying how good he feelsâfor about ten minutes until you feel your jaw start to hurt.
That's when you start moving your head, pushing your mouth all the way to his pelvis, and then pulling back until you're suckling on his tip.
Toji groans at this and turns his head back to you. He sighs, and he grips your hair, and begins guiding your wet mouth along his cock.
He revels in the feeling of your mouth, enjoying how tight and warm it gets when you hallow your cheeks, and when you do that little thing with your tongue.
His head leans back, looking down at you as he admires how good you look, sucking on his cock. Sure, it was wrong, but that was why he drank, to get the mental block out of his head so he could easily get his dick wet. You were never one to say no. Hell, he wasn't sure why you were so easy, but he wasn't going to knock the opportunity.
You, on the other hand, are having such a good time as you moan softly on his cock, loving the feeling of how good he feels in your mouth. He feels so good that you're drooling on his cock, making a mess of it all over his length. You soon add your hand to the mix, pumping the length of his shaft while your mouth drools all over the tip, licking and sucking so fervently that it has Toji cursing under his breath.
"Shit, kid, fuck, your mouth does such a good job..." He groans and a big hand grips your hair tightly once more, guiding you along his cock, except, he decides to cruelly change the pace up, making it so his cock hits the back of your throat.
You let out a gag in surprise, your eyes widening and your hands quickly move to grip his thighs. His thick cock bullies into the back of your throat as you let out choked moans.
Saliva coats his dick, and drips down to his balls as you're uncontrollably salivating all over him, simply because that big tip of his bruises the back of your throat, allowing for no control over your mouth.
He groans with almost every thrust, and his breath gets heavy. He chuckles as he sees you struggle to take him, your hands gripping his thighs so tightly that he finds it so hilarious as he lets out yet another mean chuckle.
"That's right... gonna cum in this mouth, yeah? How's that for ya?" He grins wickedly, and, with one, two, three more thrusts, he slams your nose against his pelvis, leaving you choking on his dick as his cum suddenly spurts into your mouth. Load after load fills your throat, and you swallow it quickly.
Your nose scrunches up at the taste, as it damn near tastes like battery acid from the amount of beer he just had. You want to choke it up, but you know better, and so you swallow each spurt of cum until he rips his cock out of your throat.
He watches with a satisfied gaze as you choke for air, leaning over his thighs.
"Good girl." He reaches down into his pants pocket and fishes out a couple yen bills. "Go buy a candy bar at the corner store or somethin'. I don't fuckin' know."
#đ my fics#cw incest#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji smut#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushigro x reader#toji x reader#toji x you#toji fushiguro x you#divider by @/cafekitsune
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what if⌠rafe ever hit shy reader from built up anger like more of an accident? we lowk need some rafe and shy reader angstđ˘
this kind of slayed me.. i feel like disclosure i do not condone abuse of any sort i just think shy reader would like getting slapped around and being really roughhoused..
but if rafe reallyyy got mad about it, it might be angsty. like if she really messed up and was apologizing a ton if he actually was mad at her her heart would stop. warning rafe is rlly mean in this
being a little whiney, a little too needy and maybe excessively touchy came easily to you as rafe's girlfriend. he was always coaxing you into being more comfortable with him, and you think you'd finally reached that point.
some of your shyer tendencies seemed to have finally abandoned you when it was just the two of you. and just like you had guessed, a smaller, more possessive side of you had recently emerged from the cocoonâwanting all of rafe's attention, all the time.
it wasn't good, maybe a small part of you knew that, but it was easy to play into it, and you liked how you felt these days, more comfortable in your skin and around rafe than you had been even just a month ago.
like today. you had been a little needy all day, not wanting rafe to leave when he said he needed to go to barry's for picking something up.
"ple-ease rafe," you said it a little singsongy, serious but not that serious. "don't go. i want you to stay." it was more just wanting to hang out with him than anything elseâwhen he left, he was usually gone for ages, and things weren't that fun without him.
"i'll be back, kid. jus' stay here, got it?"
"but you said you would-"
"kid." the way he says it, you should have realized he wasn't in the mood for you to be behaving like this.
"yesterday you said you were free all day. and i get bored-"
"yesterday i didn't know i was doin' this shit. just, please. sit tight. i'll be back."
rafe goes, and though a part of you knows you shouldn't, you blow up his phone throughout the day. really, you're not even that boredâshowering and getting ready for the day and then curling up with your book after you make rafe's bed, but you played a little too far into it.
when he comes back, you should have realized something was offâbut you let everything else cloud your judgement. the way rafe is never mean to you (despite the stories you had heard), how he always reassures you that he's not mad and that you didn't do anything wrong. you were led to a false belief that nothing you could do would change how rafe acts towards you.
rafe comes to sit on the bed near your feet, and you lower your book to look at him, but don't say anything. when he turns to look at you, you bring the book back up so it looks like you weren't peeking.
"c'mon. y'mad now?"
"no."
"kid, i don't have time for this-"
"you didn't answer any of my texts! or calls. and i've just been waiting here all day-" you don't know what you wantâattention, quality time, an apology. you just want something other than what you're getting.
"i told you i'd be back. had shit to take care of-"
"well, i just-"
"why're you actin' like this? huh?"
you think rafe's gonna ask you the things he always doesâwhat's wrong? did someone say something? do i need go have a talk with 'em?
but he doesn't this time.
"spoiled your ass too much and now you wanna talk back? is that it?" you're so taken aback, you think all the air has left your lungs. did rafe really think that? he stands up, so you do too, facing rafe while he paces.
"no, i just-" you're being defensive, like always. you feel like cryingâyou thought rafe knew you better than that, but it's also not his fault. maybe you were acting too spoiled after all, and maybe despite what he always says, he preferred you how you were when you first started dating him.
"you think m'goin out there to paint nails and gossip with barry? we had shit to do. real shit, so i can take care of you. i thought you understood that."
when you start crying, you think rafe will stopâhe always does, stopping to apologize and make sure you're okay.
"tears. great. i'm tryna explain this to you. are you gonna cry everytime i get serious? huh?" it comes out a little more like a bark than a sentenceânow you're scared.
"i-i'm sorry," you get out, though it's strangled in a sob and sounds more like a whisper. you don't think he heard you, but your feelings are so hurtâthe rush from thinking rafe would be happy to be back home with you crashing and burning quickly, the pit in your stomach that doesn't blame himâbut rather blames yourself for your behavior.
you had gotten too comfortable, too pampered, thinking that acting like this was okayâbriefly you think it's not rafe's fault at all for getting mad, that it's your own fault for this happening.
you think it's best if you leave, dejectedly heading towards the door, but the second he catches you trying to walk away, he rushes over, pushing you against the door before you can even open it. your back thuds against the frame.
"rafe, you're hurting me-" you cry out, but he seems to be lost in his own anger. "please-"
"didn't say you can leave. what the hell are you doin'? you tryin' to make me mad? huh?"
"rafe, m'sorry, i-"
"actin' like this 'cause you wanna get slapped around? is that it? y'like that too much, don't you? you want me to slap you around now?"
your heart feels like it's just stopped beating. the very idea that rafe would bring up something you had just gotten comfortable with liking, only recently convinced yourselfâwith his helpâthat it wasn't wrong or dirty to like those kinds of things with himâslapping and spanking and a whole host of other things you had never even talked about, much less actually done, with anyone other than rafe, in this situation, made fat tears slip down your cheeks.
your boyfriend didn't seem like himself right now. and you were so distraught, if you were a little more clear-headed you might realize his bloodshot, dilated eyes and shaky hands. your arm hurts from where he's holding you tightly.
"rafe, please-" you get out through tears, and he lets you go a little. you slide out of his grip and stay against the door, still crying. before you can even think about it, your cheek is stinging.
he does slap youânot in the light, playful way he does when it's just the two of you somewhere or in the slightly rougher manner reserved for bedâthis one is harder, everything hurting.
after it happens, you look up at rafe through glassy eyes. your fingers go to your cheek, pressing down where it was painful, like it would help it go away. but you knew deep down nothing could ever erase this memory.
you look up at rafe and he looks down at you. when you try to turn to open the door, he presses down and slams it shut before you can get out.
#this was hard to write :(#but i hope i did your prompt justice#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#shy reader#tw abuse#tw dv
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YOUR SHITTY TASTE IN MEN.
or, how he weasels you into admitting (and realising) your crush on him.
PAIRING: wanderer x gn!reader
WARNINGS: none.
WORDCOUNT: 1.1K || CONTENT: mild academic rivals, (one sided) enemies to lovers, he lowkey finds you amusing af
NOTES: ngl i picture yn here as an angry little cat
âprofessor, please. anyone but him.â
youâd do anything not to be paired with wanderer. especially not on a project that would affect your final grade. youâd be doomed with him for a partner, and that is what leads you to this situation â begging your professor to assign you to someone else.
she only sighs, sympathetic, yet unrelenting all the same. â[name], this is exactly why i paired the both of you together. you should learn to sort out your differences with him. besides, no one else would be able to keep up with either of you.â
gods, it is as flattering as it is unhelpful. you know that you are at the top in her class, rivalled by none other than him alone, but he might just hate you enough to fail the project out of sheer spite. maybe youâd throttle him to death before that happened.
âbut ââ
âmy apologies, [name]. the decision is final.â
your expression sours further the moment you step out of the lecture theatre. why did he have to be the first thing you see, of all people?
âall that grovelling, just to get rid of me?â wanderer asks loftily, sauntering up to you. his eyes glitter, smug and amused and utterly infuriating. âand how did that work out for you?â
you roll your eyes. âshe said iâm the only one who can stand you, so iâm afraid youâre saddled with me.â
turning on your heel before he can retort, you stride in the direction of the library. might as well get started on the assignment before he begins sending you to an early grave. though he keeps pace with you easily, and you canât help but notice how he moves as if he is gliding on nothing but air.Â
you bicker all the way there, only stopping as you set your things down at the desk you always use â at the far back of the library, a more secluded spot compared to the tables near the entrance. within minutes and a quick round around the place, you have a thick stack of books related to the topic of your project.Â
wanderer is already seated, lounging on the cushioned seat lazily. he eyes the books, smirking. âto think you still canât beat me, even after all that effort.â
will he ever shut up about that? 98% was hardly any different from 97% â and it wasn't as if he had a perfect score either.
âsome of us have social lives to maintain â something you obviously don't.â you say this in a sing-song tone, deliberately taking the seat next to his. personal space be damned, you want a cushion seat too.
you take pride in the way he clicks his tongue and shuffles aside to make way. he scoffs. âwhat would somebody like you know about that? dinners and parties are hardly worth my time.â
you can't help but burst into laughter. his arrogance is stupidly ridiculous.
âjust admit you have no friends.â
he sniffs imperiously, and for all the smartass comments he usually has, he doesn't deign to reply. cracking open the first book within reach, he begins to flip through its contents. youâre thankful that at least, he is taking the assignment seriously.Â
you cannot deny that as irritating as he is, he is incredibly good looking. you watch the indigo of his hair as it falls in front of his eyes, the flutter in his lashes and the dainty bridge of his nose. his lips are parted slightly, his brows relaxed as he reads â and you find you cannot bring yourself to hate him, not in that very moment.
âare you done staring yet, or will i have to finish your work for you?â
scowling, you flick open a book of your own. now you remember why you hate his guts. âas if i even want you in my line of sight.â
âitâs amusing how much you despise me,â he says casually, flashing you a crooked smile. he chuckles, and gods, just the sound of it makes your blood boil. âof all i have done, i donât recall ever doing anything to slight you.â
you stop short at that. why do you hate him? now that you were forced to really think about it â you have absolutely zero idea. but that couldnât be right. how could you simply wake up one day and decide to hate someone?
well, whatever the case, youâre far too stubborn and youâre in way too deep to quit now.
âfirst of all, i hate your stupid smirk and the dumb drawl you talk with â do you even hear yourself? not to mention, the swagger in your walk and your smug gloating every single time you score better than i do. you walk like youâre floating. you sit in trees. youâre completely insufferable. just the mere thought of you makes me want to ââ
hastily, you pull out your notebook and tear off a blank page.Â
you crush it.
âthis is your skull, by the way,â you say, a sickly sweet grin on your face. you chuck the paper ball into his lap. âis that explanation detailed enough or do you need more?â
and of everything that couldâve possibly happened, youâd never expect that heâd laugh. itâs sharp and disbelieving and he sounds as if he hasnât laughed in years. he raises an eyebrow, smirking.
âhow ridiculous. you claim to hate me so desperately and yet all i see is a fool with a childish crush.â
âhave you gone senile? why would i ââ you stare at him, flabbergasted. the notion of having a crush on someone like him is so utterly ridiculous youâre struck speechless. you can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and feel the twist of disgust in your gut.
a crush was something good. someone you couldnât keep your eyes off, someone you couldnât stop thinking about. a crush is someone who caused âbutterfliesâ in your stomach and a racing heart and he certainly did not. wanderer is simply someone so flamboyant and dramatic and attention-grabbing he made your blood boil, someone so infuriating just the thought of him during late night study sessions motivated you to do better and beat him, just to wipe the smirk off his face, someone â
all the fight you have goes out of you, as quickly as extinguishing a candle flame.
âoh.â
then, you blink rapidly, clearing away the fog of dizzying clarity that realisation had made. you cringe, bringing up a hand to your mouth.Â
âoh gods,â you murmur. your entire body burns.
he scoffs, head cocked to the side, a self satisfied grin on his face. he knows. âwhat? donât tell me youâve got some other grand confession to make?â
well, youâve definitely got one now. letting your hand fall back to your sides, you look him dead in the eye.
âi have a shitty taste in men.â
#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche#genshin#genshin impact#(âď¸)â writing.
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Forced to Listen
[Dean Winchester x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Dean hated it when you hunted him down for advice, and he also hated that you knew exactly how to bait him into listening.
WC: 1082
Category: Fluff, Ranter!Reader, Mentions of Cheating, Sam being absolutely useless (iconic).
Can you believe that itâs been TWO WHOLE YEARS since I last wrote of him?? Iâm so angry at myself đđ
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Dean could sense what was coming when he watched you stomp towards him with nothing but a small bottle of beer. The look on your face was one he had come to recognize over the years.
It was the one that said that you were about to coerce him into listening to your woes, and he had no other choice but to do it. The heat outside was unbearable, the kind that made Dean strip off his flannel and ditch the leather jacket, leaving him in his sweat-covered shirt.
But as he stood under the hood of the Impala, trying to get her to start, that bottle of beer was calling his name. The promise of the cool, carbonated drink sliding down his throat, relieving him from the dryness that had settled in his mouth, was something he desperately craved. And you knew that. That's why you were headed straight for him.
"Hey, Dean," you said innocently, the small bottle of beer dangling from your hand.
Dean sighed, his gloved hands pausing as he glanced up at you. He really wasnât in the mood to listen to you whine about what was going on in your life, but that bottle of beer was too tempting to pass up. It was his favorite brand, too.
Goddamn it, you really were a temptress.
"Two minutes,â he grunted out, holding his hand out for the beer. "I'll give you two minutes."
You grinned, placing the bottle of beer in his open hand. In a matter of seconds, half the liquid was gone, and you were waiting impatiently for him to give you the sign to begin.
After another second, a sigh of content slipped from his mouth, and he nodded, signaling you to start.
You didnât waste any time. "Do you think I'm a bitch?"
"I think you're a pain in my ass," Dean retorted, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. It didnât make much difference since his hand was already covered in dirt and grease, but it made him feel a little better. "Donât tell me you came over here just to ask me that?"
"No, I'm serious, Dean," you insisted. "Do you actually think I'm a bitch?"
You were staring up at him now, the look on your face completely unreadable. You were waiting for an answer, but he had a feeling that no matter what answer he gave, it wouldn't make a difference.
So, he just raised his eyebrows, silently telling you to go on while he took another sip of his beer.
"Dating's hard, Dean," you started, and he already felt a groan coming on. He did not want to have this conversation. "I just don't get it. Why am I not good enough for them? Why do I keep getting cheated on?"
You were pacing around the car as you spoke, and Dean kept his eyes on the beer. As you went on about everything that was bothering you, the more he regretted his decision to drink that damn thing.
"Am I not attractive? Am I not smart enough? What is it, Dean?" You looked at him, hoping for an answer. But when you realized he wasn't paying that much attention to what you were saying, you let out a scoff. "Great, so I'm not even good enough for you to listen to me? God, Dean, you are such a douche."
Dean rolled his eyes and finally looked up at you, the annoyance clearly visible. "Can I get back to fixing up my baby, now?"
"Would you date me?" You asked, suddenly, a hint of desperation in your voice. "Am I worth dating?"
God, you were killing him. Heâd rather get heatstroke than continue this conversation, and he was sure Sammy would agree on his behalf.
He could actually see his baby brother from where he stood. He was a few yards away, sitting in the shade. A book in his hand, but his eyes were on the two of you.
Was he� Oh hell no.
He was laughing.
Sammy was having a good time watching him squirm under your gaze, doing absolutely nothing despite avoiding the work Bobby needed help with.
Oh, was Dean pissed off. Heâd get his payback soon, hopefully. It would be whenever he actually gets away from you and fixes up his car. Baby always comes first.
"I mean, c'mon, Dean," you pressed on. "Just give me some advice. You were with so many women, and they were all beautiful and perfect, so what's wrong with me?"
You were pouting, and Dean felt like throwing his beer bottle on the ground and stomping on it. This was the worst two minutes of his life.
"Thereâs nothing wrong with you,â he finally said, looking you in the eye. "You could be a pain in the ass, but unfortunately, Iâm apparently the only one who has to deal with it, so... yeah. You're fine."
"Fine? I'm fine?"
"Yup," Dean replied. He turned back to the Impala, taking the last swig of his beer and tossing the empty bottle into your hands. "Thanks for the beer. Is that all?â
"I just feel⌠I don't know. I feel like I'm not good enough, ya know?" You said a sad look on your face. "Like there's something wrong with me. Something that's making everyone leave me."
"Listen," Dean started. He looked at you again, but all of his annoyance was gone. The two minutes were definitely up; he could quite literally kick you out of sight, but with the look you had on your face, he just couldnât do it.
So, despite Samâs utter lack of help, he was going to do his best to try to make you feel better.
"It's not you, alright?" He assured. "There's nothing wrong with you. If a guy can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you, okay? Trust me, you will have no problem finding someone else."
The corners of your lips twitched, turning into a small smile. "Yeah?"
Dean nodded, giving you a smirk. "If you want, I could always give out the ole hunter's special with your past one. Bobby could use a new rug for his living room."
A loud snort slipped past your mouth, and Dean was satisfied.
"Okay, Winchester," you said. "This is my sign to get the hell out of here."
And so you did, but before you could get even slightly close to the house, he called out to you.
"Oh, and by the way," he said, a small smile forming on his face. If you thought it was going to be wholesome, then you were sorely mistaken.
"Next time you come to me to talk about your feelings, at least have a damn pie."
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Hello! I just want to start off by saying you're an absolutely amazing writer! I've been reading your blog for two years now, I believe, or something very close to it, and I still find myself awestruck by your talent when I check your blog, which is pretty much daily!
If you're up for the prompt and if you're not too swamped with requests, could I ask for a blurb with bombshell reader x Spencer? Maybe reader makes him something really sincere and handmade? Maybe a baked good or a knitted sweater? No special occasion needed, just because he deserves it đ
Thank you for sharing your works with us! Be well and remember to take breaks! Love you Jade!!
Thank you my love, that is so kind! Love youâĄ
You feel sleek walking into the office that morning. Fitted clothes steamed and pressed, hair freshly upkept at the salon the previous weekend, nails manicured, smile primly painted, you look perfect.Â
But that's not what you're excited about.Â
Spencer lounges cross-legged at his desk, a book in his lap, surprisingly broad shoulders hunched as he reads at a more natural pace than usual. His desk is cluttered in organised chaos, books lining the partition that separate his desk from Derek's and Emily's, strange knickknacks scattered. There's a bunch of bright squishy things from Penelope, an upside down umbrella statue lined with hair elastics, and, cutest of all, his two photo frames. One of him holding baby Henry, and one of you. You and him, of course, but mostly you in the frame, closer, smiling like you love him as you angle the camera back in a well meaning and misaligned self portrait.Â
You do love him. He hasn't caught on yet, is all.Â
"Spencer," you greet, hoping he won't jump. He flinches minutely and lifts his head to yours, closing the book against his hand. "Sorry, I was trying to make it so you didn't jump."Â
"My fault." He rubs his eyes. "Just been reading this book for so long it's messing with me."Â
The book, of which he's told you about in detail, is about a documentary, which is in turn about a bunch of dark, ever-changing rooms, hallways and tunnels from within a house. The line between what's fiction within fiction blurs, and it's actually pretty scary if he's to be believed. "I've never seen you take so long reading one book, even if it is eight hundred pages," you say teasingly, letting the handle of your handbag slip down your shoulder.Â
"The point is suspense," he says, eyes following your fingers where they dive into your bag. "Which needs time to build. What are they?"Â
"These are for you, handsome."Â
"You already gave me a present," he says quizzically.Â
His birthday was a few days ago, and he's right. "These aren't for your birthday, Spence."Â
He cracks the lid off of the tupperware on side at a time like he's scared he'll ruin the sweet treats within. You've made him fresh baked shortbread biscuits dipped in dark-chocolate and topped with sparse coconut shavings.Â
"What are these?" he asks.
You both know that he knows they're cookies, so you answer the unasked question instead. "I wanted to make them for you. I think you'll like them, they're a little rich but the coconut helps even it out. You don't have to try them now or anythingâ"Â
"Can I?" he asks, lips quirked into a gentle pout.Â
"Sure." You hide your nerves as he bites into one, the cookie itself breaking softly, crumbs falling into his waiting hand. "They're messy. Should've warned you."Â
He puts the uneaten half back in the tupperware and places it atop his closed book on the desk. He's nodding as he stands, arms quick over your shoulders. You can hear him swallow, his voice mildly hoarse as he says, "They're so nice," he praises, clearing his throat, "I think I swallowed too fast." His laugh warms your ear. "I can't believe you made those. How long did it take you?"Â
"Not that long," you say, beaming as he pulls away. "I knew you'd like them."Â
"It helps that you made them." He holds your elbow. "I don't know how to say thanks."Â
You raise your cheek. "Only if you want."Â
He kisses your cheek. You smile like a fool and giggle much the same, reaching around his arms to nab a cookie for yourself. They'd tasted nice last night when you tried them, but they're perfect after Spencer's praise.Â
"No one's ever baked something for me before," he admits, the two of you standing much too close considering the setting. "I mean, there really wasn't a reason?"Â
"No, Spence. I was watching some TV last night when I started thinking about you, and I recently got that cookbook, you remember? That was one of the dessert recipes. I had to make two batches because I put too much butter in the first try and they spread flat as a nickel."Â
He smiles at your misfortune. "What?" you ask. "What's funny about that?"Â
"It's not funny. You made me cookies and when they went wrong you made me more. I don't know what Iâ" His hand flirts with your elbow, index finger moving with a mind of its own, tickling you through your thin blouse. "You're amazing."Â
"You make me really happy." You look down at his hand where it draws a line. "It makes me happy to be able to do something for you."Â
Spencer can evidently see you turning shy, and he's a sweetheart, so he rescues you from your timidity with a life jacket. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"Not that I've found so far, handsome. Why, did you have something in mind?"Â
He makes a big and genuine laugh, grabbing two cookies and forcing one into your hand. "You have to eat your share before Emily gets here." He nudges your hand up with his. "Go on. I'm not in the mood to share with anyone but you."Â
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Genshin Headcannons â Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters pt.2
Genshin x Fem!Reader
Genre: âď¸
Trigger warnings â ď¸: none!!
featuring: Scaramouche, Kazuha, Cyno
synopsis: in which, traveller and paimon find out you are an â¨ď¸ITEMâ¨ď¸!!!
Notes: for my man's scara, we are gonna refer to him as Kuni(kuzushi) or Wanderer, for my man's kazuha you are beidou's younger sister and the traveller and paimon know you, and in cyno's part, you are collei's main supervisor.
a/n: my lovlies I am here to deliver!! After an ACTUAL narrow win, the scara, kazu and cyno trio won our hearts! đ
now that doesn't mean I won't do the others....but let's see.....anyways enjoy!! đđ
pt.1 is here!!!
Scaramouche
"The Wanderer....coming to Paimon and Traveller for help....this sure is a rare occurrence, Paimon must say!"
Paimon and The Traveller were sat opposite to The Wanderer who was looking down with a faint dust of pink on his cheeks.
He was in need of advice on what to get his girlfriend for their anniversary, and in desperation and no one else to ask, he found himself asking the Traveller and Paimon for advice.
"Shut it. I need some advice and then I am off. That's it." The Wanderer kept his head lowered as The Traveller smirked at his attempt to be tough but still seemingly desperate.
"Well, what do you need help with, Wanderer?" Paimon made sure to emphasis the word help failing to hide her cheeky smirk.
The Wanderer glared daggers at her before speaking.
"You are going to help me find a present." he wasn't really giving them a choice.
"A present?! For who?? Paimon knows you have no friends!" Paimon shouted with no filter for the whole world to hear before the Traveller covered her mouth.
"Shut up and bite your tongue, Paimon!!" The Traveller whispered in Paimon's ears ignoring her muffled shouts, "Yes we will help!" The Traveller said to The Wanderer as he let out a grunt of satisfaction.
They went to many different stalls making very, VERY, V E R Y small talk, as most of time The Wanderer would see a stall and would pick up an item, show it to the Traveller and Paimon and put it down.
"We've been walking for ages!!! Who is this even for?" Paimon moaned even though she could float.
"None of your business." the Wanderer spat as he picked up his pace making Paimon roll her eyes.
"Why is he being so secretive, is it for his girlfriend or something?" Paimon said joking like in the Traveller's ear as they giggled behind him finding the concept of him having a partner so unrealistic.
After a while, The Wanderer picked a few things that he liked and put them in a basket. He said farewell to The Traveller and Paimon before going to find the person the present was for.
"Paimon thinks....we should follow him to find who he is giving presents to!" Of course the Traveller didn't object.
So that is how they found themselves stalking the poor Wanderer. They followed him until he reached a girl on a bench reading book.
She looked up, saw him and a warm smile graced her face as the Wanderer smiled back patting her head.
He handed the girl something before she opened it and looked happier than she had just seemed as she jumped in his arms hugging him, as The Wanderer chuckled, hugging her back.
"I love you, Kuni!!"
"I love you too, idiot..."
Your voices could be heard by the Traveller pretty clearly, but not by Paimon
"Ugh Paimon can't hear....OH MY GOODNESS...DON'T TELL ME THEY ARE DATING!! MOVE, TRAVELLER I CAN'T HEAR ENOUGH!" Paimon pushed The Traveller's shoulder a bit too much...
Making them topple out of the comfy bush they were hiding in, interrupting the intimate moment.
The Wanderer was silently fuming as you jumped behind him confused as to who the random two figures were until you notice it was the infamous Traveller and her floating pet.
Just as the Wanderer was about to go insane you held his hand.
"It's okay Kuni," you smile warmly making his temper disappear slowly, "Hello! You must be The Traveller and Paimon! Nice to meet you!....although may I ask why you followed my boyfriend here?"
Even though it was too late, the Wanderer covered your mouth, holding you body against his.
"Y/N....shhhh!" his face was bright red as he looked down.
And of course Paimon had to say something...
"WHAT!!!??? THERE'S NO WAY YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND IT JUST ISN'T LIKE YOU!!"
You laughed as you pulled The Wanderer's hand away from your mouth holding it.
"Haha, well miracles happen I suppose....but you haven't told me how you know him and why you are here..."
Paimon gives a long run down of everything leaving a warm smile on your face.
"You asked for help just for me Kuni? You truly are a softie..." you give him a small peck on the cheek making his ears turn bright red.
"Well, you mean a lot to me idiot...." The Wanderer mumbled.
"Paimon still can't believe your getting some action...."
"SHUT IT PAIMON!!"
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Kazuha Kaedehara
It was your sister Beidou's birthday and you invited the Traveller and Paimon for a suprise party on the Crux.
"I'm so glad you could make it! I cannot wait to throw this party for her she's gonna love it!" you exclaimed walking through the streets of Liyue.
"Paimon is so glad she gets to come and celebrate!! And eat lots too..." The Traveller rolled her eyes at Paimon being food obsessed.
"I need to find Kazuha...he promised he would make it." no one knew about your relationship with Kazuha, not even your sister. Which is why you intended to tell her tonight at the party.
Kazuha had gone to Inazuma for 2 days and was meant to come back at Liyue Harbor by now.
"Don't be worried Y/N, Kazuha wouldn't break a promise! Paimon knows that much!" you smile warmly with love thinking out about true that was, hoping Paimon and the Traveller don't notice.
"Hello everyone." Kazuha's soft spoken voice could be heard as you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly as he hugged you back.
"I missed you Kazu..." you whispered in his ear so that Paimon and The Traveller wouldn't hear.
"I missed you more Y/N"
"Um they look quite in love don't they Traveller~" Paimon wiggled her eyebrows as the Traveller laughed slightly. Unbeknownst to both you and Kazuha.
Time Skip!!
It is the night of the party and all presents have been given and everyone is drinking to their hearts content.
"Kazu, make sure you stay sober so we can tell Beidou our big secret. I know you can't handle alcohol well babe...." you whispered to Kazuha as the festivities began.
Little did you know, Beidou thought it would be funny to switch the grape juice he was drinking to wine.
"Thank you for coming again. Are you enjoying yourselves?" you sat by the Traveller and Paimon who were only one seat away from Kazuha.
"We sure are! The food is amazing~ won't you eat and drink?" Paimon asked as you seemed fully sober and they hadn't seen you get anything to munch on.
"Well I just want to make sure everything is okay before I eat and-" Before you could finish your sentence someone's arms slithered around your waist from behind, you turn back to see Kazuha with flushed face and eyes lidded.
"Kazu, are you drunk? And as much as I wanna cuddle, everyone is gonna see-" you whispered to him, trying to softly pull his arms away.
"HEY! KAZUHA AND Y/N!! WHY ARE YOU BOTH SO CLOSE?!" you hear Beidou's drunk voice as everyone went silent and stared at you with a drunk Kazhua wrapped around you.
"We have been together for 2 years though...." you slapped your hand over Kazuha's mouth, after he just spilled your secret, smiling nervously as everyone started mumbling.
"Paimon shipped you guys and all...but TWO YEARS?!!!" Paimon shouted.
"Beidou you see the thing is-" you sheepishly tried to explain before Beidou hushed you.
"I'm joking around....I knew you guys were together it's pretty obvious. You should let that boy live a little though...luckily, I gave him some wine to really enjoy the party" you stared in shock as Kazuha had now fallen asleep on your lap and Beidou laughed loudly as everyone began chattering.
"Traveller, Paimon....do you agree?"
"Yes you guys act like newlyweds...but we are so happy for you!!"
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Cyno
The Traveller and Paimon happened to be in Sumeru and they met up with Cyno just to see how he was doing.
"How's it going, Cyno? Anything new?" Paimon asked gleefully.
Cyno ate his food silently before replying.
"I want you to meet someone." he began eating again not expanding further making the Traveller and Paimon a bit perplexed.
"Um...do you wanna expand on that, orrrr...?" Cyno didn't say anything, all he did was stand up and start walking off assuming they would follow.
"Hey, hold up!!" Paimon and the Traveller chased after him walking his pace one they caught up with him.
They walked a long way to Gandharva Ville only to see Tighnari.
"UGHH CYNO WE ALREADY KNOW TIGHNARI!!" Paimon shouted in frustration from walking for such a long time as the Traveller shut her up.
"Tighnari, where is Y/N?" Cyno asked ignoring Paimon.
"Ummm I think she went to the Desert with Collei? Why?" Tighnari asked confused as to why Cyno was asking where his own wife was.
"Many thanks." Cyno walked off without answering Tighnari's question as Paimon and The Traveller followed.
They has arrived in the desert and 2 figures could be seen digging up in the sand.
"Paimon has had enough floating for one day, Paimon refuses to go anywhere!!" Paimon folded her arms standing her ground(or air??) before seeing Cyno and The Traveller walking off towards the people infront of them.
"Wait for Paimon!!!"
"Y/N, Collei." Cyno spoke out causing you to turn your head and smile warmly, waving. You stood up from your crouched position.
"Mr Cyno! And The Traveller and Paimon!!" Collei shot up as you told her to calm down so she didn't hurt herself.
"Hi Cyno, what brings you here? Or are you here for a usual stroll? And who are these individuals?" You walk up and give him a tight hug that he reciprocates.
"This is The Traveller and Paimon. This is Y/N guys." Cyno effortlessly introduced you.
"Why, I have heard loads about you from everyone! My dear Collei was just talking about you!!" you smile warmly whilst patting Collei's head.
"It's nice to meet you Y/N!! And nice to see you Collei!! Cyno why did you want to introduce us?" Paimon asked trying to sound polite.
You laughed as you answered the question for him, "You see, I am Cyno's wife."
"WHAT!!!??? CYNO WHY DIDNT YOU SAY IN THE WAY HERE? PAIMON WOULDN'T COMPLAIN AS MUCH!!" Paimon shouted a bit too loud and Cyno just shrugged.
"Didn't cross my mind." all you could do was laugh at Cyno's usual antics.
"This is shocking...but at least Paimon doesn't have to be a victim to your horrible jokes..."
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The Witches Trap 3
Part 1 Part 2
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f! reader
Warnings: Wanda finally makes an appearance, pet names, ghosts, paranormal activity
Summary: "Silly, silly girl. Isn't it obvious? I want you."
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"She must've seen something, right?" Kate's voice rings through the room.
You blink, eyes adjusting to the darkness.
"She looked like she was about to fucking die," Yelena hisses, "of course she saw something. We need to leave."
"I don't think we can," Peter mumbles. "We tried, didn't we? And it led to whatever this is. I suggest we stay and leave in the morning."
"That's what she wants," Yelena objects. "Maybe you want us to just leave Y/n here alone, for good measure, to make that b- to make her even happier."
You groan, burrowing your face in the pillow.
What the hell are they talking about?
Kate's eyes flicker to you, seeing you no longer asleep. She clears her throat. "I think Y/n should decide."
You sit up, rubbing your eyes. You feel like you've been run over by a train.
"What happened?"
"W-what do you mean what happened?" Yelena asks. "You tell us what happened. You looked like you'd seen a ghost."
Kate nods in agreement, her eyes full of concern. You blink rapidly, trying to remember. "I went to the restroom, that's all," you mumble, unsure. You vaguely remember turning around and leaving the group, and after that everything is too hazy to make out.
They fall silent, disbelief all over their features.
"Crap." Peter starts pacing back and forth. "Okay, it's fine. Nothing happened. Everything is good. Everything's great."
"Looks like everything is okay," Yelena scoffs, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
You frown, oblivious to what caused the sudden tension. All of them look shaken up and ready to bolt any second. You look at Kate for some help, but she sits still, staring at the bathroom door, her eyes welling with tears.
"I don't like this, guys," she whispers.
"Hey, it's okay. We'll sleep here together, this room is not haunted at all, so we'll be safe," Peter reassures, stopping his pacing to look Kate in the eye.
You look around, only now realizing it's not the room you've previously been to. This one is a bit smaller, but the bed should be big enough to fit you all. This must be the other room Peter booked, the one across the hall from the haunted one.
You shake your head, getting rid of any lingering traces of sleep, and look at the clock.
2:08.
It's been two hours since your conversation in the haunted room, but it feels like you've been here for days.
Your friends get ready to sleep, occupying the bathroom one by one, and eventually settling on the bed sideways - to fit everyone. Peter wishes everyone good night and turns off the light on the nightstand.
Their breaths even out, chests rising up and down slowly as they succumb to sleep, leaving you to stare at the blinking light of the night vision camera. You sigh, and turn on your side, counting sheep.
Now that everything is asleep you're even more aware of every little creek and tap in the old building. The storm has passed, leaving the grounds a mess of dirt and wood, so you couldn't even blame all of the sounds on that.
Balcony's floorboards creak and your heart falls to your stomach. You sit up and look at the camera, wondering if it picked up any of the sounds.
Then you hear footsteps.
You press the heels of your palms into your eyes and shake your head, trying to ward off the inevitable.
Whatever is outside stops just outside the balcony door.
It almost feels like an invitation.
You try to shake off the feeling of being watched, falling back on the bed and burrowing your face into Yelena's back, but it doesn't work. You still feel the looming presence of the outsider, you feel like you can't just leave them there.
Bracing yourself, you take a deep breath, grab the camera, and walk to the balcony door, opening it before you can change your mind.
"Hey stranger," a young woman greets, making you jump up.
"Oh, thank God," you exhale, rubbing your chest. "Hi. I thought you were a ghost," you let out a breathless chuckle.
She laughs along, her nose wrinkling in the cutest way. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I get scared by my own shadow, so staying in a place like this takes at least two years out of my lifespan."
You grin, and allow yourself to relax in her presence, coming closer to rest your weight against the railing, close enough to feel the warmth coming from her body, but not close enough to accidentally touch her. The woman is beautiful, arguably the most beautiful woman you've seen in your entire life and you struggle to form a sentence with her green eyes focused on you.
"I'm Y/n," you blurt out, suddenly feeling the need to let her know your name.
She smiles, nodding at the camera on your hands. "Ghost hunting?" She teases good naturally, gently pushing you with her shoulder.
You snort, "Something like that."
She chuckles, turning to look at the moon. "Any luck with that?"
You groan, bending to rest your forehead against the cold railing. "I think ghosts here like me." You sneak a glance, and find her looking at you with a small smile.
She turns to face you fully. "I can see why."
Your heart stops for a second, you're sure of it.
But before you can say anything in response the camera in your hand beeps loudly, making you jump again.
Way to make a great first impression.
"I- um⌠I think I need to charge it," you mumble, cursing inwardly.
"Come back when you're done? All of my friends are asleep, and it's too creepy being out here alone." She pouts slightly, fiddling with her fingers.
You nod, and quickly dart back inside, plugging the charger in the nearest outlet, failing to see a shadow of a little girl in the corner.
When you come back the woman is still there, her expression almost serene as she watches the moon.
"Why did you come here if you're so afraid?" You ask, moving to stand close to her.
"Why did you?"
You smile, feeling light for the first time since stepping foot in this hotel. "My friend asked me to."
She hums, and turns to look at you, her fingers so tight around the railing you're afraid it might snap.
"You must be a great friend to go through all that for him."
You blush slightly, and duck your face between your elbows where they rest over the railing. "I honestly didn't believe in any of that, thought it'd be a fun, spooky trip."
"And do you believe now?" She asks, her eyes burning with intensity.
You sigh, recalling everything that happened in the last six hours: the first time you felt something weird right away, in the lobby; the old door, still fresh in your mind, still calling to you to open it; the warmth and the longing, still clinging to your bones; flashing images of what felt like memories. It certainly feels way longer than that.
"I do," you answer simply, noting the way her shoulders drop in relief.
"I do, too," she says, now resting almost all of her weight on the railing. You frown, and make a move to reach out, halting just before you touch her, hesitant to cross a boundary. "Are you okay?
She hums, briefly closing her eyes. "I think I need to lay down."
You gulp. "Of course! I- do you need help?"
She nods, and reaches out to you, her hand trembling. Her touch sends shivers down your spine, both from the fact that it's her, and the fact that her hand is freezing cold. You allow her fingers to wrap around your elbow, feeling none of the warmth you've felt emitting from her mere minutes before. You feel goosebumps litter your skin as hair stands up on the back of your neck. Warning bells go off in your head, and your body starts protesting every step you try to take, but you can't just leave her here, you need to get her back to her room and then you'll be gone.
Your brain doesn't seem to listen.
Your vision blurs as the woman grips you tighter, and you have to take measured breaths in order not to throw up.
You walk beside her, turning left, and realize that the balcony wraps around the hotel. You gulp, feeling dread in your stomach - one more turn and you'll be right in front of the most haunted room.
You look at the redhead, almost falling on the spot when you see her pale face. She looks like she's about to drop dead.
"I should get you a doctor," you whisper, "or Agatha, she'll know what to do." You try to pull away, but her grip turns to steel, her eyes gaining focus as she looks at you.
"Not Agatha⌠j-just get me to my room, please."
You nod, and swallow your fear, turning left again. You walk past room 208 a bit quicker, and if the woman notices, she doesn't comment, simply leaning into you even more.
When you pass room 206 your feet grow heavier.
When you pass room 204 you feel cold sweat roll down your temples.
When you pass room 202, your body stops moving altogether.
You freeze before room 200, the balcony door somehow different from all the other ones you've passed. You feel immense pressure on your chest, your heart beating so hard and fast it might just break your ribs.
The woman is no longer beside you, she stepped back, her hands now at the small of your back, gently ushering you inside. "Open it," she whispers, her breath ghosting over the back of your neck.
You nod, your eyelids are suddenly too heavy to keep your eyes fully open. You blink slowly, struggling to keep yourself upright. She takes your hand and raises it to the knob. You turn it slowly, and it creaks loudly, the metal scraping after a long time of disuse.
"Now go inside," she breathes once the door is finally open, her lips inches away from your neck. She's molded against your back, so close she might as well be a part of you. You hum, head falling on her shoulder, your hand still on the knob.
"C'mon, silly girl, one more step," she urges quietly, her hands circling your waist. "Don't make me force you."
You nod dumbly, her words making no sense to your muddled brain, but understand her intent. She wants you in her room. You nod again, struggling to remember why you're even here. You remember going to sleep with your friends, but the memory feels too distant now, too gray and murky to make out anything beyond those minutes.
She pushes you forward, and your feet catch on the carpet as you step inside, making you fall on the floor, coughing as the dust rises around you. Your head is a little clearer without her proximity, and once you take a good look at your surroundings, you finally understand why your body reacted that way. You jerk, falling on your ass in haste to get back to the balcony, but the door is already closed, the knob not budging no matter how hard you turn it. There's no window to break, no other escape, but the old wooden door - the one that's been haunting since you first saw it, the one leading to the room you're now in.
The room looks as old as the door. Four poster bed sits in the middle of the room, the dark wood full of splinters, a deep red cloth draped over the mattress, inviting and soft. The walls are bare, cobwebs occupy the corners. The only other piece of furniture is a small table pushed against a wall, pieces of parchment littering it.
"Welcome," the woman breaks the silence. You look at her, frowning at the lack of fatigue in her voice.
Everything starts making sense little by little.
"You weren't actually sick, were you?" You mutter, standing rigid against the balcony door.
A corner of her mouth lifts up in a crooked smile. "I was. It's hard to manifest a physical body outside of this room. Your camera helped-" you gulp, understanding dawning on you, "-and your friends did too. Do you want to know what their fear tastes like?"
You shake your head, eyes blurring with tears, and close your eyes when she comes to stand in front of you, her chest against yours, her lips dangerously close to your own.
"It's too sour, I didn't enjoy it at all." She cups your jaw, catching your tears with her thumbs. "Your fear, on the other hand⌠it's luscious, tangy with a hint of sweetness. Addictive, just like I remember it." She coos when you start shaking, leaning down to inhale your scent, making you squirm. Her nose is in the crook of your neck, her lips scalding hot on your collarbone. "There it isâŚ" she breathes, clutching your hips, and then, "Oh."
You stop breathing altogether, your hands in fists. "What?" You dare to question, opening your eyes to see her green pools full of hunger.
She chuckles, pulling away to study your face. "I smell honey, darling." She licks her lips, her eyes start glowing red. "You're terrified, and still⌠Such a silly girl you are. Always were."
You close your eyes, embarrassment creeping up on your features, cursing your body for having a reaction to her proximity. "Why am I here?"
She pulls away abruptly, her face twisting in anger. "I was calling for you all night, you were supposed to get here a long time ago. Agatha just wouldn't fucking leave you alone." You slide down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as she keeps muttering angrily. "That old bitch couldn't keep her nose out of my business, no, she had to stop you, had to keep warning you."
You look up, severely confused. "What are you talking about?"
She chuckles darkly. "You don't remember?" She smirks when you shake your head, half of her face illuminated by the moonlight, the other hidden in the shadow. "Looks like she took pity on you and removed the memory. What a shame, I spent a lot of energy to make you see all of us. But don't you worry, I got it back tenfold from you." She crouches inches away from you and forces you face up, inhaling deeply, tips of her fingers - so, so warm now - digging into the softness of your cheek. "You're making this very hard for me, pet."
You gulp, grabbing onto her hand still cupping your jaw, head swimming. Agatha⌠removed memories⌠What is this place?
"Just- just tell me what you want."
She leans down, laughing, the sound so light and angelic it almost makes you smile. "Silly, silly girl. Isn't it obvious? I want you," she whispers right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. She pulls away to gauge your reaction, pupils dilating in satisfaction when she sees your wide eyes. "That's right. I've been waiting for more than a century for you. Do you think I'll let you go after that?"
You shake your head, blinking away the tears. Agatha words ring in your head, the painting Peter showed you flashes before your eyes.
"This can't be real. This is all a dream. A nightmare, a stupid nightmare."
Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits as soon as the words leave your lips. She steps back, harshly tugging you up to your feet. You follow her like a mindless puppet, your feet catching on the old carpet as you stumble after her to the other side of the room.
âLook,â she orders, shoving you against the table with unsurprising strength.
You gulp, straightening yourself before looking down at the old piece of parchment laying on the table. Your brows furrow, struggling to make out scribbled words, half of them splattered with something red - you think you can safely assume it is blood. It's a contract of some sort, binding two people.
âWhat am I looking at?â you ask, feeling stupid.
She molds against your back, her body almost scalding hot, her breath fanning your neck. âThink, pet.â
You shudder, gripping the edge of the table in a vice grip, and think back to what Agatha told you. That fucking portrait.
âIâm not who you think I am.â
She chuckles, lips ghosting over the juncture of your neck. âYes, you are.â
You nearly whimper at the breathy tone, unconsciously relaxing against her. âI'm not her, I'm not the woman you saved.â
She hums, gently nibbling on your skin. âYes, you are.â
You take a deep breath, reigning in your unwanted feelings. âWhat do you want from me?â
âEverything,â she growls, arms snaking around your waist. She holds you in an ironclad grip, unperturbed by your struggle, and tugs you to the bed before pushing you face first on the dusty bedding. You cough, pushing away from the old fabric to take a breath, your lungs burning.
She sits at the foot of the bed almost regally, her back ramrod straight, her jaw clenched. You scramble away, getting caught up in the layers and falling back on the pillows, her amused smile settling fury in your chest alight.
âFuck you,â you hiss, eyes darting around the room in search of some sort of weapon. You think back to Kate and the cross on her chest, desperately wishing you had one too.
âThere will be time for that,â she drawls, eyes flashing red, her full lips stretching even further, one corner higher than the other in a crooked smirk. âThis will be easier if you stop fighting and accept your fate.â
You scoff, high on adrenaline and fear, your chest heaving rapidly. There must be a way to get out of this mess. You look around like a caged animal, searching for a way to escape.
âCalm down.â
âDon't tell me to calm down!â You yell, teeth bared.
She swiftly closes the distance, cupping your cheeks, her face getting dangerously close to yours. Your breath hitches, blood pumping faster, your pulse drumming in your neck. She breathes in deeply, closing her eyes as she savors the smell of your fear and⌠something else you couldn't admit even to yourself.
âBreathe,â she whispers, slowly opening her eyes, âbreathe with me, pet.â Her fingers circle your wrist before tugging it to her chest. The fabric of her shirt is soft to the touch, and you relax slightly, following her breathing, your heart slowing its rhythm. âGood girl,â she purrs, nuzzling into your neck. âNow we'll talk.â
You look away and nod.
She walks back to the table, and you hate how cold you feel without her close to you. She gives you the parchment, and this time you pay it the attention it deserves, with your head a little clearer now after you finally realized there's no escaping her.
âWhat's your name?â you whisper, looking up from the document in your hands.
She looks at you for a long moment, searching your face for something. âWanda.â She says simply and sits beside you, falling back against the dusty pillows.
You nod, rolling the name on your tongue. It suits her, you think.
You set your attention back to the contract, unconsciously leaning back into the feeling of her fingers ghosting the small of your back. It's hard to make out most of the centuries old legalese, but you're sure you've seen âsoulâ, âbindingâ and âeternalâ. It's enough to make you shiver.
âThere's no reason for you to be afraid. You chose to trust me all these years ago. I saved you, now it's your turn to save me.â
You gulp, scooting away from her touch, missing the way her brows furrow. âWhat do I have to do for you to leave me alone?â
âWere you even listening?â she scoffs, pushing closer. âYou're mine.â Her eyes glint, swirls of red flickering in the depths of her emerald pools, reminding you of the danger she possesses. âFor all eternity. In this lifetime and in the next one, and when there's nothing to this world, but ash, you'll be mine in whatever world comes after.â
You shudder from the intensity, eyes flickering to her mouth just in time to see her tongue dart out to wet her full lips. You gulp, turning away.
You need to get a grip on yourself.
âWhy me? Hundreds asked for your help, but you chose me. Why?â
You feel her fingertips graze your jaw, before she cups your face, turning it to face her. âNone of them offered what I wanted.â
You blink. âAnd I did?â
The corner of her mouth quirks up in a smug half-smile. âYou did. You've sought me out. You've made me listen.â
âBut you⌠Agatha said-â
âI don't care what that lying old bitch said,â she growls, fury rising in her eyes. âShe stole my power and confined me to the grounds, this very room, making me a prisoner. I was her apprentice once, a very long time ago, she even asked me to join her coven, but when it became apparent that I'm much stronger, much more powerful, she got enraged. The others noticed it too. There were whispers of an old tale, one hidden in the pages of Darkhold, about a witch so powerful she had no need for a coven, no need for a spell book or teacher. Agatha didn't want any competition.â She looks at you and you nod slowly in realization. You took Agatha's words at face value, unperturbed by the fact that she seemed to know what regular people couldn't, but now it's all starting to make sense, little by little.
âScarlet Witch?â You take a guess, searching her eyes for the answer. She nods slowly, rage still shimmering in her eye.
âAgatha wanted power, and when it became apparent I had too much of it I became her target. She had to sacrifice her coven to bind me and banish me of my strength. I was biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, feeding on those poor girls' agony, taking power from the unsuspecting, wringing their minds and souls, all to simply survive.â She looks at you, her expression softening slightly, making her look so young. âAnd then I heard you.â
You inhale sharply, her fingers running over the expanse of the skin of your inner wrist, thumb settling over your pounding pulse. You gnaw on your bottom lip, knowing damn well your pulse quickened noticeably. âWhat did I say?â You ask without a second thought, fully accepting your past self.
A corner of her lip quirks up, before she leans and whispers against your ear, âYou got on your knees and begged. You promised me your body and soul, your heart and your mind. You knew how to make me listen, knew what attracts me most.â
You swallow, shifting slightly. You freeze when you realize just how wet you are. âAnd what- what was that?â
She chuckles, cupping your jaw in her soft, warm hands. âA desperate pretty girl, on her knees, ready for me to claim her.â She says against your lips before pulling you in a bruising kiss, her grip on you turning possessive. She tugs you on her lap, her arms tight around you, your hearts beating as one. When she pulls away you chase her lips, whining, your fingers tightening around her waist. âPleaseâŚâ you murmur, not knowing what you're asking for.
âPlease what, pet?â She taunts, pushing you off her lap. âDo you want me to let you go? Want to go back to your friends?â
You shake your head before she finishes her sentence, your head growing heavy, your body trembling. âNo.â
She chuckles, curling your hair around her forefinger before pushing it behind your ear, her palm scalding hot on your cheek. âI like it when you're afraid, but I like you like this much more.â
You blush, putting some distance between you two. âWhat- what happens now?â
âNow you set me free.â
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Telling Sukuna you want a baby
warnings:MNDI, little fluff, fingering, breeding, creampie, pregnancy
âSo um-â you say, almost in a whisper, âi think i'm ready for us to have a babyâÂ
You were so scared at that moment. Sukuna has never been one to like children but he never specifically said he didnt want any so you went out on a limb with this oneÂ
Your best friend already had two kids and you wanted so badly to give them a cousin to play withÂ
You were unsure how Sukuna would respond but you felt it was best to share this with him. Youâve been married for two years, dated for four, and honestly couldn't imagine taking this next step with someone else.
Sukuna looked up from the book he was reading and stared directly in your eyes
âLike, now?â he askedÂ
âI mean not right at this moment but I wouldn't mind if we tried. I mean Sukuna i love you and i'm ready to-âÂ
He cut you off,
 âokayâ, he said plainlyÂ
You stared at him without saying a word, you were unsure if you heard him correctlyÂ
âD-did you just say okay?â you askedÂ
âYeahâ, he responded, âi wouldn't mind having a little me running around hereâ
Your heart fluttered hearing those words. You were so excited that your husband was ready to start a family with you. You ran over to where he was sitting on the couch and jumped right on top of him and started peppering kisses all over his faceÂ
âBaby i'm so excited, i can't wait to be parentsâ you said excitedlyÂ
âMe too, babyâ he said in response
You sat in his lap as he finished his book but while he was reading he kept getting distracted with thoughts of you carrying his child. He loved the idea of it and honestly couldn't wait any longer to grow a familyÂ
He caressed you body with his large hands, mind full of nothing but breeding you right here, right nowÂ
His hand snaked up your abdomen to your breast where he began to fondle them. Your nipples hardened under his touch and your body melted into his. His right hand moved lower, down to the shorts you were wearing. He palmed your cunt through your shorts and you let out a soft moanÂ
âLet's start right now babyâ he whispered in your ear
You couldn't respond as you were too overwhelmed at the pleasure. He grabbed your body and flipped you over so he was on top of you. He began kissing you passionately, tongue slipping into your mouth.Â
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, you were floating on a cloud. Your heart was racing and your breathing was heavy as you anticipated what was going to happen next.
He sat up and removed his shirt along with yours and you shimmied your shorts and panties off
He brought his finger to your clit and made small circles on the swollen budÂ
âSuku- mmâ you moaned outÂ
He slipped a finger into your soaked hole, curling it upward to hit your favorite spot. Your back arched off the couch and your eyes closed from the pleasure. He picked up the pace causing you to whine. You felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm but he pulled his finger out earning a cry from youÂ
âLet's do this babyâ he said as he stood up and removed his sweats and boxers.
He draped one of your legs over his shoulder and rubbed your slit with his now angry red tipÂ
âDon't teaseâ you whinedÂ
And without second thought he slid into you, your walls sucking him inÂ
You both let out a sigh as he bottomed out and he stayed there to relish in the feeling. He then began moving in and out slowly, sliding his thick tip on that spot you love so muchÂ
Your back arched and you wrapped your other leg around his waist. He was groaning on top of you, turning you on even moreÂ
He pumped continually inside your gummy walls only thinking of the end result. You round, full of his seed, carrying the baby you both wanted so much. With every thrust you squeezed him even more causing him to throw his head back as he fucked youÂ
âFeels so good babyâ he said with his eyes closed, something he usually never didÂ
This feeling was something new to him and he was floating on cloud nine, he couldn't be happier than in this moment with you.
He grabbed both of your legs and folded you into a mating press and picked up the speed. His tip was hitting your cervix and you were a moaning mess. His name falling graciously off your lipsÂ
He continued bucking his hips into you, pounding every inch of your throbbing pussy. You felt yourself get close to your orgasm as your nails dug into his back.
âSo close Sukuna, so c-closeâ you whinedÂ
âYeah, let it go for me princessâ he said in responseÂ
You saw white as your orgasm washed over you and spilled out onto his thighs. He let out another groan and started pumping into you fasterÂ
âGonna fill you up, princess, give you all my cumâ he said in your earÂ
It was like music to your ears. You placed your lips on his and kissed him as he continued
He pace slowed a little but not too much, he made sure to still be pleasing youÂ
âFuuuckk im about to cum princess,â he whinedÂ
Those repeated strokes brought him to the edge and he was about to fill you up for the first time.Â
A few more rough strokes and Sukuna emptied himself inside you, making sure to not to pull out until you were full. When he slid out he used his finger to push his cum back into youÂ
âGotta make sure it stays inâ he said as you laid there still coming down from your highÂ
He placed a kiss on your foreheadÂ
âI cant wait for us to start a family, i've never wanted this with anyone else but youâ he said as he laid next to youÂ
Six weeks laterÂ
âSUKUNA OH MY GOD!â you screamedÂ
He ran up to the bathroom where you were, worried something had happenedÂ
âWhat!? What happened?? Are you okay?â
You held up the positive pregnancy test and tears fell from your eyesÂ
âI'm pregnant!â you screamed with joyÂ
He picked you up in his arms and spun you around. He kissed you and held you tightÂ
âI'm so happy! I can't wait to be a dadâ he exclaimedÂ
He stood there holding you, heart happy now that he was finally able to start a family with you.
Rachel
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