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leviadraws Ā· 2 years ago
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I bought a pen for my laptop solely to scribble over always sunny screencaps
I regret nothing
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nyaagolor Ā· 2 years ago
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people really liked that post about the nemona werewolf fic and seeing it in my notifs all the time wanted me to make a werewolf au
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fettery-fetterie Ā· 1 month ago
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It's already joever for me so let's go say:
(wait why did I say joever? I meant to say it already late for me)
Implied suicide/suicide ideation??????
Peka but he has found a way to "die" and now every now and then kills himself in order to relief the pain of the wait. Peka who has experienced the freedom of death like if a soothing sleep was only to wake up again as if his death meant nothing. Because it doesn't. He can be put back together whenever he feels like it.
Peka who desperately wishes for death. Peka who hopes for the day he doesn't wake up and can finally rest for the eons he has been going through
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magical-girl-coral Ā· 1 year ago
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"Boycotts always work!!!! Cutting off Israel is the key!!!! There is no way we can be in the wrong here!!!!!!"
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Unless you guys somehow create better medical instruments to replace the Israeli made ones, check every piece if tech you can find to make sure you don't buy something Israel made and topple the entire goddamn diamond industry, I think you'll need a better plan.
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mari-beau Ā· 1 year ago
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PSA: Utilities Charge Whatever They Want
So like, if you're paycheck to paycheck, if you're having financial difficulties, pay close fucking attention to your utility bills...
Because look at this bullshit.
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Guess what happened in the 61 day billing period for 9/28/2023 statement date?
I moved into my fucking house. And started running my stove/oven and then eventually my furnace.
Guess what wasn't being used in every previous billing date shown here...?
NATURAL GAS. Like literally (in the actual definition of literally) none of it. Almost had my dad going to check if there was a leak in the lines at one point over the summer because nothing was being used. But nope, it's just the gas company charging whatever the fuck they feel like, whether you've used anything or not.
CONCLUSION: Pay attention to your bills because what they do is charge you based on an estimate of what your neighbors are using, not what you actually use. If you're having financial issues, call up your utility company and tell them that you will be calling in a reading every month (because they only send a person out to do an actual reading every other month, or now, every few months with ours, and just charge you whatever they want otherwise, and adjust it later when they do an actual reading... you can see in my bill they owed me a ton of money, because $11.17 is lower than the base charge for even having the gas turned on). And at least in NYS (or my county anyway), you have the right to demand they bill you on your actual usage by calling in a reading yourself because they don't want to pay someone to go out and do it monthly (but you can be damn sure they're going to charge you monthly).
*Also note: the double-billing 61 days on top of already being billed for 35 days of presumable the same time-period, and yet still, completely nonsensical invoice when you click on it. Their numbers come out of their ass.
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cinnonym Ā· 2 years ago
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@pretty-pony I think s3 might work. Either you squeeze it into a pocket between Neverland and the new curse, or - and I think that would work even better - in the witch-hunting arc. Like. The whole season is made for a fake dating plot, obviously, but fake dating like this?? Revolutionary. I would love to see it!
been seeing this tag on ao3 called ā€œmutually unrequitedā€ and i dont mean to nitpick but likeā€¦.thats notā€¦..what it meansā€¦ā€¦ā€¦ā€¦..
#like listen#henry makes an off-hand comment about the way regina looks at emma#which gets emma thinking#and like listen regina has been through a lot lately#and she so desperately wants to be near henry as well so#it just makes sense#its .. a kind gesture reqlly#meanwhile regina hears about the walsh disaster#and is like. ah. oh. oh honey#and like emma is doing so much for her#coming back#letting her see henry#and the poor woman deserves some good memories (dates) just to yk regain some self confidence#and regina is trying to redeem herself right so it only makes sense#besides better her than the pirate who surely doesnt have emmas best interest at heart#soooooooooo yeah#one witch stakeout feels like a date and they both just sorta run with it#and its walks in the harbour and then its drinks because emma has to get out of the loft just for an evening please give her a break#and then its dinner#and theyre both aware that they have to stop this eventually before they genuinely hurt the other person because thats not the plan#but like they find themselves enjoying the company and the talks and maybe theyre a little afraid of going back to hating each other#if they break it off now yk#so it just escalates from there and with the charmings looming on the left and the pirate on the right and henry pressing and wondering#it feels like theyve built a lie so elaborate that its kinda hard to get out of now and again THEY ENJOY IT SO MUCH#and then the time travel thing acts like a catalyst for them getting over the idiocy and just yk fuck it out or whatever#and then the last couple of lines is like 'cant believe i was about to miss out on this' and like 'what are you talking about'#and then they solve the mystery and laugh a lot and love a lot and the end <3#sq
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eau-duresistance Ā· 1 year ago
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My favourite things about the whole OceanGate disaster, in no particular order
That the vessel was originally named Cyclops II but the CEO renamed it to Titan, so itā€™s even BETTER than the Titanic
He also called it indestructible
The guy piloting the vessel is an ex-naval captain who has been on several titanic manned trips. But the guy is 77 rn
The billionaire from Pakistan is apparently friends with King Charles. Youā€™d think for someone whoā€™s besties with a guy whose job was literally being born, heā€™d care more about protecting his bloodline. Instead, he brought his 19 year old with him
Meanwhile, the stepson of one of the other billionaires (I think the British one named Hamish) went to a Blink 182 concert. When questioned about this, he basically went ā€œmy family would want me to go to the concertā€. Today, minutes after posting about asking for thoughts and prayers, he @ā€˜ed an OF model on Twitter, asking her to sit on his face
Bc itā€™s part of the safety demo & music track list for the trip, there is a VERY good chance that if thereā€™s still some power left in the sub, itā€™s playing an instrumental of My Heart Will Go On on loop
Also, the vessel is a submersible bc it doesnā€™t meet literally any of the safety regulations to be called a submarine. Which the CEO knew, because heā€™s blatantly said that safety regulations get in the way of progress
The CEO once stated that he thought the future of humanity was not in space, but in the ocean when the surface becomes uninhabitable
Apparently the controller heā€™s using has REAL bad reviews because the connection always fails
These idiots paid $250k EACH but they had to pack their own lunch. Not even a damn charcuterie board
The pilotā€™s seat is on the toilet. So whenever someone needs to go, the pilot needs to move
Thereā€™s 1 window looking out. Thatā€™s it
Itā€™s about the size of a minivan
The sub uses texts (but only to the CEOā€™s phone) to communicate, as well as StarLink, but they can only access that if they surface
The door literally cannot be opened from inside
There is a decent chance that at least 1 person has been cannibalized (my bet was the pilot since heā€™s not rich, but bc of the banging sounds, heā€™s probs not dead, so it may be the CEO)
Theyā€™re supposed to run out of oxygen tomorrow (22/06/23) at 7 am est, but tbh, the CO2 scrubber system will probs fail before that
The toilet is a plastic bag
This is only the 3rd time in 3 years the vessel has gone to the Titanic. Every other time, thereā€™s an issue and they gotta turn back within like 4 hours
A lot of major news networks are trying to remain positive, but itā€™s a HILARIOUS comparison when you go to social media and every single person is like ā€œyeah that shit is built like a cardboard boat, theyā€™re fuckedā€
The companyā€™s name is literally called OceanGate
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sophiamcdougall Ā· 1 year ago
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I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again
I mean, I am. But still.
So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.
So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.
At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.
Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell
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So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.
I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is Ī­Ļ‡Ļ‰ Ī¼Ī¹Ī± Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī± : I have a turtle.
This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.
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Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.
I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.
Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.
We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.
"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."
"A what," he asks.
"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "Ī¼Ī¹Ī± Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±"
"Oh! A turtle!" he says.
"But from the land. Ī“ĪµĪ½ ĪµĪÆĪ½Ī±Ī¹ Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.
The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where ĪæĪ¹ Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½ĪµĻ‚ come from and where Ī· Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī± Ī¼Ī±Ļ‚ belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.
"[somethingsomething] Ī¼Ī¹Ī± Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.
"ĪœĪ™Ī‘ Ī§Ī•Ī›Ī©ĪĪ‘!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.
"Ī¼Ī¹Ī± Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.
"ĪœĻ€ĪæĻĪæĻĪ¼Īµ Ī½Ī± Ī“ĪæĻĪ¼Īµ Ļ„Ī· Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī± ĻƒĪ±Ļ‚; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??
The children fucking love looking at the Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī± and showing it to them is kind of magical?
I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say Ī¼Ī¹Ī± Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±.
"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī± is feminine in Greek."
"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.
"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!
So "Ī¼Ī¹Ī± Ļ‡ĪµĪ»ĻŽĪ½Ī±" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.
(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)
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necer0s Ā· 1 year ago
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I cannot believe that the company running this Titanic tours thing is actually called OceanGate. Itā€™s like they pre-packaged a PR disaster.
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hannyoontify Ā· 25 days ago
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the way you said hello - kim mingyu
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member | executive chef!mingyu x reader (ft. jeonghan & seungkwan)
genre | (implied) soulmates!au, meet cute, strangers to lovers au, fluff, (angst if you rlly rlly rlly squint)
word count | 2.8k
synopsis | after a disastrous blind date, the night takes an unexpected turn when the restaurantā€™s handsome owner, mingyu, steps in. what starts as an act of kindness quickly becomes something more as sparks fly over a chance meeting
warnings | cursing, lowk kinda suggestive if you squint, kissing, one (1) mention of a knife, mentions of mingyu having previous injuries sustained from his occupation, there is a SIGNIFICANT time skip at the end but i don't specify how much LMAO that's up to ygs discretion
notes | requested by anon! i'm so sorry if this wasn't the direction you wanted it to go in šŸ˜­ i swear i tried my best! lowk don't know if i like this or not but i really liked the bickering between oc n seunghan NOT PROOFREAD
this can be read as a stand-alone or as a sequel to this mingyu fic!
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You anxiously bounced your leg under the table, gently gnawing on your bottom lip as you glanced around the fancy restaurant. Across from you, the chair in front of you had now been empty for an awfully long time now and something told you that your blind date had ditched, leaving you with the incredibly overwhelming and taxing bill.
Fuck.
You rested your head in your hands and let out a tired sigh. There was no way this was happening.
As you reached for your wallet, you flagged down a nearby waiter to ask for the bill. He nodded at your request and you let out what seemed to the umpteenth sigh of that night. While waiting for the bill to reach your table, you began rearranging the leftover peas on your porcelain plate.
ā€œDidnā€™t know we had a Picasso in the house.ā€ An unfamiliar voice remarked next to you.Ā 
You yelped in surprise and whipped around to see a tall, handsome young man peering over your shoulder with an amused smile. He was in a black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his prominent forearm muscles, tucked into a pair of dark trousers. ā€œThatā€™s very impressiveā€¦ is that a self-portrait?ā€
You snorted in disbelief, your shoulders shaking as you let out a quiet laugh. ā€œNo, itā€™s supposed to be my date. Too bad they left before I could remember what they looked like.ā€
The mysterious man scrunched up his handsome face, as if to say ā€˜Ouchā€™. ā€œDo you mind if Iā€”?ā€ He gestured towards the empty seat in front of you and you nodded.
ā€œGo ahead. That seatā€™s going to be empty for the rest of the night anyways.ā€ You let out a bitter laugh. He gave you a sympathetic smile and situated himself in front of you with an arm outstretched reaching over the table.
ā€œKim Mingyu. Iā€™m the owner and executive chef of this restaurant. I received a report that there was an attractive young person who was left on their lonesome after their date mysteriously disappeared.ā€ The man, Mingyu, tilted his head. ā€œDidnā€™t think said person was going to be this attractive though.ā€
You blushed at his compliment as you shook his hand. ā€œ[Name]. Not sure who snitched on me, though Iā€™m glad to have new company.ā€
ā€œAre youā€¦ on your way out now? Since your date is gone?ā€
ā€œYes, Iā€™m just waiting for the bill.ā€
Mingyu waved his hand dismissively. ā€œDonā€™t worry about it. Itā€™s on the house.ā€
Your eyes widened in disbelief. ā€œYouā€™re kidding.ā€
After spilling coffee on your blouse this morning and running 30 minutes late for work, you were more than positive that the day was going to end in disaster. The disappearance of your blind date following a very long, tiring day at work only confirmed those suspicions. However, it seemed like that the goddess of luck was no longer hellbent on making your life a living disaster with the way the stranger sitting across from you managed to douse out the fire that had been burning within you for the past few hours with a single smile.
ā€œIā€™m afraid Iā€™m not. But if you feel pressured or arenā€™t comfortable with it, no worries!ā€ Mingyu said lightheartedly.Ā 
ā€œOh my God,ā€ You ran a tired hand through your face and let out a dry, incredulous laugh. ā€œYou literally just saved me from having the worst day ever. I was preparing myself to break down into tears once I received the check. Thank you, I really appreciate that.ā€
He smiled at your words. ā€œOf course, just doing my daily random act of kindness for a stranger. Althoughā€¦ā€ He trailed off and you quirked an inquisitive brow at him.
ā€œAlthough?ā€ You asked.
ā€œAlthoughā€¦ would it appall you if I said it was my way of shooting my shot?ā€ Mingyu rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. His eyes nervously darted back and forth between your face and the half-eaten plate in front of him, left by your crappy blind date who was honestly, no longer in your realm of attention. Not when Mingyu was in front of you.Ā 
Shooting his shot? You felt your cheeks burn at a temperature similar to the candle perched on a candelabra on your table at his words and you coughed before fumbling to find the right words.
ā€œI meanā€¦ I wouldnā€™t be opposed to it. Since youā€™re my savior tonight and allā€¦ā€ Your voice faltered and Mingyu beamed.
ā€œThatā€™s great! Hereā€™s my business card, if you ever want to contact me.ā€ He pulled out a crisp card and handed it to you as he got up from the chair. ā€œWell, I must be getting on my way now. Iā€™d love to stay and chat but I have big boss duties to do.ā€
Mingyu tipped an imaginary top hat towards your direction. You smiled. ā€œIt was nice meeting you, [Name].ā€
ā€œIt was nice meeting you too, Mingyu. Iā€™ll contact you,ā€ You waved his business card and he nodded.
ā€œIā€™ll be looking forward to it. Bye, [Name].ā€
And with that he was gone, leaving nothing but the lingering scent of his perfume and the fluttering of your heart.
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ā€œJust call him!!ā€ Your best friend urged you. He was sitting on the other end of the sofa, munching on a bag of chips as he watched you metaphorically rip your hair out over the business card you received from Mingyu a week ago.
ā€œItā€™s not that simple, Seungkwan! What if he hates me now because it took me so long to contact him? I bet heā€™s forgotten about me at this point.ā€ You pouted and continued to stare at the worn, but still elaborate cardstock in your hands.
Seungkwan rolled his eyes. ā€œDude, youā€™re overthinking this entire thing. Listen to me,ā€ He paused to fix his posture to face you. ā€œHe gave you the business card, right?ā€
You nodded.
ā€œDid he ask for your number?ā€
You shook your head.
ā€œDid he receive any kind of contact information from you?ā€
You shook your head again.
ā€œBut he gave you his business card? [Name], he literally served you the ball on a silver platter. Heā€™s interested in you but wonā€™t make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!ā€Ā 
Seungkwan let out a frustrated yell and shoved another handful of chips into his mouth. ā€œI swear, you have the IQ of Jeonghanā€™s pet rock sometimes.ā€
ā€œHey! Doljjong is very intelligent!ā€ Your other best friend yelled from the kitchen. ā€œHe has really good hearing too, so donā€™t insult him like that or else youā€™ll be dealing with me.ā€
Seungkwan rolled his eyes and you laughed as Jeonghan came out into the living room to give his own two cents.
ā€œBut Seungkwanā€™s right. The entire fate of a whole new possible relationship with this mythical Kim Mingyuā€”ā€
ā€œHEā€™S REAL. I SHOOK HIS HAND.ā€
ā€œā€”is in your hands. Donā€™t blow it. Or else me and Seungkwanā€”ā€
ā€œSeungkwan and I.ā€ You corrected him.
ā€œā€”will beā€”Okay, fuck you, grammar policeā€”Will be taking this matter into our own hands so we no longer have to hear your bitching and whining.ā€
You let out a frustrated groan and threw down the business card thatā€™s been putting you through pain and misery through the past week.
ā€œGod, he was literally perfect. I donā€™t wanna blow it andā€”ā€
ā€œThatā€™s what they said.ā€
ā€œJeonghan, Iā€™m going to literally throw Doljjong into the bottom of Han River and youā€™re going to be joining him soon after if you donā€™t shut the fuck up.ā€
Seungkwan burst into laughter and watched you and Jeonghan continue to argue back and forth.
ā€œForget it, itā€™s useless talking to a person who believes that a rock can be a pet.ā€ You got up from your spot on the couch and reached for your phone. ā€œIā€™m stepping out for some air. Lock the door if you leave before I come back.ā€
ā€œSee ya, donā€™t wanna be ya!ā€ Jeonghan yelled from the living room as you left the house and you loudly groaned.
You loved both your best friends but they sometimes drove you absolutely insane.
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The sky was dark but the countless lights from the skyscrapers and streetlights illuminated the Han River, making the surface twinkle and shine under the pale moonlight.
You were sitting on a lone bench, facing the river as you mindlessly fidgeted with Mingyuā€™s business card. The edges were fraying from the countless amount of times youā€™ve handled it between your fingertips, and you traced the black lettering of Mingyuā€™s name with your index finger as you silently sounded out every vowel and consonant of his name.
Seungkwanā€™s words rang in your head. ā€˜He literally served you the ball on a silver platter. Heā€™s interested in you but wonā€™t make any moves unless you do. The ball is in your court. Take that damn ball and BOUNCE IT!ā€™
Like a switch was suddenly flipped inside you, you reached for your phone. The screen lit up and you pulled up a new message to type in the phone number that was written on the card in your hand.Ā 
Without a single thought, you sent,
hey! itā€™s [name]!
Before you could even type the first letter of your follow-up text, the status of your message changed from ā€˜Deliveredā€™ to ā€˜Read 21:24ā€™ and you let out a gasp.
And then the loud, shrill ringing of your ringtone cut through the peaceful night air.
You gasped louder than before after seeing the caller ID, reaching to frantically turn off the ringer before answering the phone.
ā€œHeā€“hello?ā€
ā€œTook you long enough,ā€ Mingyuā€™s voice sounded crisp and clear on the other end of the line. You couldnā€™t see him, but you could almost hear the smile in his voice as he spoke. ā€œYou almost had me thinking that you were ghosting me or something.ā€
You let out an apologetic groan. ā€œIā€™m so sorry, Mingyu. I got in my head and kept putting it off. I swear it wasnā€™t personalā€¦ā€Ā 
Mingyuā€™s laugh was bright. ā€œNo worries! I assumed you had your hands full. Although, I did jump a little every time I received a text from anyone from the past week.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh, manā€¦ I feel horrible. Iā€™m so sorry.ā€
ā€œIā€™m telling you, donā€™t worry about it! Better late than never, right?ā€ There was an awkward moment of silence before he spoke again. ā€œWhat are you up to right now?ā€
You hummed and looked out at the tranquil water of the Han River reflecting the bright lights of the city. ā€œNothing much. I stepped out for a minute for some air. What about you?ā€
ā€œOh, really? Iā€™m actually out for a walk too.ā€ You swore you heard a second voice near you, echoing the words Mingyu was saying in your phone. ā€œTurn around for me?ā€
You whipped around with the phone still pressed to your ear to see Mingyu standing behind the bench, a small smile playing on his lips. You ended the phone call.
ā€œMingyu?ā€
ā€œā€˜Morning, sunshine,ā€ He slid into the empty spot next to you and you scooched over to make more room for him. ā€œWhat a way to run into the guy youā€™ve been ghosting, huh?ā€
You snorted at his greeting, ignoring the slight burn you felt in your cheeks from the nickname he had addressed you by. ā€œI told you, it wasnā€™t intentional.ā€
Mingyu grinned. ā€œI know. Just felt like teasing you.ā€Ā 
ā€œWhat are- what are you doing here though? Do you live in this area?ā€ You asked. He nodded.
ā€œYeah. I moved into that apartment complex not too long ago,ā€ He pointed to a tall building on the other side of the river. ā€œHas a killer night view. You should come over to check it out sometime.ā€
You choked on your spit, resulting in you barking out a short, panicked laugh. ā€œDo youā€”-do you usually say theseā€¦ these things to people?ā€
ā€œNo, not really. Iā€™m not usually like this,ā€ Mingyu looked over at you with a slight tilt in his head. The night breeze brushed his bangs across his forehead and you felt your breath falter at the way the closest streetlight illuminated his honey-like, gorgeous skin.There was a particular glint in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak again. ā€œPardon me if this is too brazen, but Iā€™m only like this when I feel like Iā€™ve met the one. My soulmate.ā€
Your breath was caught in your throat.
ā€œDoes itā€¦ usually work?ā€ You choked out. Your face felt incredibly hot and your clammy hands were sticking to the bench.
Mingyu turned back to face the river and your stomach did an odd flip. ā€œIā€™m not sure. You tell me.ā€
Oh God. You thought you were melting on the spot with the way he was looking at you. Mingyu was holding eye contact with such intensity, you physically couldnā€™t look away. Your heart hammered wildly against your ribcage and you decided you were going to sign yourself up for the upcoming Olympics, with the way your stomach was doing flips like an Olympic gymnast. Simone Biles had nothing on whatever routine was going on inside you right now.
ā€œā€¦ Iā€™d give it a solid 8 out of 10.ā€ You gave him the most nonchalant shrug you could afford, knowing that there were enough butterflies in your stomach to start a butterfly conservatory. Mingyu looked at you as if he was surprised by the score.
ā€œReally? What would I have to do to win back the last two points?ā€
You gave him a pointed look, and the next words to leave your mouth almost sent you into cardiac arrest. ā€œHmmā€¦ live up to your words? I guess?ā€
And the smile Mingyu gave you in that moment was the brightest one of all. His entire being seemed to glow in ecstasy, glowing brighter than the streetlights as he looked at you with a suggestive glint in his eyes. ā€œI thought youā€™d never ask.ā€
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ā€œMingyu?ā€ You called from the living room. Mingyu didnā€™t respond and the only thing you heard from the kitchen was the clattering of plates and silverware. ā€œBabe?ā€
Pushing yourself off the couch with a quiet groan, you padded over to the kitchen where your fiancĆ© was busying himself with preparing dinner. He was hunched over the counter, his hands and trusty knife busy at work as he chopped away on his chopping block. Careful not to startle him when he had a knife in his hand, you snuck your arms around Mingyuā€™s torso and peered over his shoulder to watch him work his magic.
ā€œWatcha doing?ā€ You asked sweetly. Mingyu acknowledged your presence with a short peck on your forehead.
ā€œHi, baby.ā€ His voice was rough and the sound sent shivers down your spine. ā€œPreparing to feed you. Why?ā€
You hummed and nuzzled your face into Mingyuā€™s back. He smelled like a mix of spices, sweat, and his faint woody cologne permeated your senses. ā€œDo you think weā€™re soulmates?ā€
Mingyu set down his knife and turned around to face you, his back resting against the marble counter with his hands resting comfortably at your waist.
ā€œWhatā€™s with the sudden question?ā€ He quirked a well-groomed brow at you and you smiled.
ā€œNothingā€¦ I just read a blog about soulmates and I was curious about whether you thought they were real,ā€ Your fingers danced along Mingyuā€™s strong, muscular forearms, your fingertips lightly tracing all the old scars and burn marks that signified his experience and years spent working to master his craft. You repeated your original question again. ā€œSoā€¦ do you think weā€™re soulmates?ā€
Mingyu leaned in to press a quick kiss to your lips. ā€œI donā€™t think so, love. I know so.ā€
ā€œReally?ā€ Your eyes brightened at his words and he nodded.
ā€œMhm. I knew from the moment I saw you playing with those leftover peas on your plate that I was going to marry you,ā€ Mingyu leaned in again, nuzzling his nose against yours. You giggled. ā€œSometimes, I have dreams where I knew you in another life. But those dreams felt soā€¦ real. Like theyā€™re fragments of memories from a past I canā€™t recall.ā€
ā€œAre we married in those dreams too?ā€Ā 
ā€œMhm. We were happily married, just like weā€™re going to be.ā€ Mingyu captured your lips with his, sighing gently as your fingers combed through his dark hair.Ā 
ā€œI love you, Mingyu.ā€ You whispered against his lips, like a secret only meant for the two of you to know. Something to be taken and hidden away, kept a secret in the deepest depths of the earth. A secret so sacred, it can only be cherished in the deepest, darkest places so that no one else can know.
ā€œI love you too, [Name],ā€ Mingyuā€™s love confession was more bold. Something he uttered with purpose and intention. He wanted the entire universe to know that he was yours. His heart belonged to you. He was going to love you loudly and boldly. ā€œIā€™ll love you in every universe. Wherever you go, thatā€™s where Iā€™ll follow.ā€
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reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^
a/n: this is a big personal FUCK YOU to writer's block AHGJSJD i somehow managed to push through and finish this šŸ˜­ (it was at 300 words when i started today) albeit it was on my phone, in the dark, at 1 in the morning BUT I FINISHED IT. n now my insomnia's back LMAOO
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leviadraws Ā· 2 years ago
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Late nights at the office
Itā€™s been a couple of really hard weeks at work, so I wanted to draw my comfort ship to relax
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plutotheplum Ā· 3 months ago
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Felt Good About You
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akaashi keiji x fem!reader
summary: delivering a revised manuscript to your editor turns into something more.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, post-time skip, oral sex, vaginal fingering, praise kink, handjob, p in v
wc: 4.8k
a/n: i'm afraid i have the fattest crush on akaashi
also on ao3!
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ā€œThe romance isnā€™t working.ā€
You groan when your editor pushes your manuscript for this weekā€™s chapter towards you. You didnā€™t need any more bumps in the road, not when you were already running behind on deadlines, with the publishing company breathing down your neck to get the next volume out.
ā€œThe romance is fine, Akaashiā€ you mumble, flicking through the pages of the manuscript to skim through his notes.
ā€œIf it was fine, I wouldnā€™t be here,ā€ he replies dryly.
Akaashi was as blunt as ever. Most of the time you appreciated his honesty, he was the reason for such success with your manga after all, but sometimes he managed to get on your nerves.
ā€œItā€™s an unnecessary subplot,ā€ he continues, flipping through a couple of pages to show you a few of the panels you had drawn, ā€œthereā€™s just no plausible progression between the two, no chemistry.ā€
You glare at him. He was really starting to get on your nerves. Akaashi rolls his eyes when he sees your glare, reaching out to flick your forehead.
ā€œYouā€™re already behind on the scheduled publishing date,ā€ he reminds you, crossing his arms over his chest, ā€œand I get the short end of the stick because Iā€™m your editor.ā€
ā€œThe higher-ups love you,ā€ you retort.
You stare pointedly at the small stash of awards that were tucked onto a shelf in his office, the small trophies and plaques a clear display of the companyā€™s commendation for his work.Ā 
ā€œNot enough to let me work in the literature department,ā€ he mutters bitterly.
ā€œIā€™m right here!ā€ you protest, an exasperated expression spreading across your face.
ā€œYeah, yeah,ā€ Akaashi murmurs.Ā 
He taps your manuscript a few more times before giving you a stern look.
ā€œGet me the revised version by tonight, otherwise youā€™ll miss out on this weekā€™s issue.ā€
You curse him under your breath, giving him one final glare as you gather the pages of your manuscript into your hands. You had come into his office thinking heā€™d been fine with the story, but now you had somehow ended up with more work than before, and an even tighter deadline.
-Ā 
A few hours later, you end up finding yourself outside Akaashiā€™s apartment. Guilt had won out in the end, and you figured that it wasnā€™t fair to let him take the blame for your tardiness. Revised manuscript clutched against your chest, you ring his doorbell.
You can feel your throat dry when he opens up the door. His hair is damp, towel slung around the back of his neck. Heā€™s wearing an old volleyball shirt with sweatpants, and you donā€™t think youā€™ll ever get used to him looking so domestic.Ā 
Akaashi stares at you blankly, clearly not expecting you. Usually you wouldā€™ve just emailed the revised manuscript over to him, not show up outside his door.
ā€œI felt guilty,ā€ you blurt out, cheeks flushing at the awkwardness in the air, ā€œand- and I ordered gyoza so it should be here in a few minutes.ā€
ā€œRight,ā€ he says after a moment, ā€œyou didnā€™t have to.ā€
You stare at each other for a moment longer until he sighs, opening the door wider to let you in.
ā€œYouā€™re just as bad as Bokuto,ā€ he informs you.
The mention of the pro-volleyball player makes a smile spread across your face. You had met Akaashiā€™s volleyball friends a few times when they had enlisted your help in throwing Akaashi a surprise birthday party - which had maybe ended up in a disaster - as well as when you had wound up to a few of their games.
ā€œHeā€™s a sweet guy,ā€ you reply, handing him your manuscript.
Akaashi only hums in response, walking over to his desk. He hangs his towel on the back of his chair before sitting down. You watch as he slips his glasses on, examining the pages of your now edited work.
ā€œI thought youā€™d try and fight me about the romance,ā€ he murmurs, his pen making a few adjustments here and there.Ā 
ā€œFigured it wasnā€™t worth it,ā€ you sigh, slumping on the couch in his living room, ā€œyou were right, as always.ā€
He peers over at you, his eyes narrowing as he watches the sulky look on your face. Despite your random bouts of laziness, even Akaashi had to agree that you were a good mangaka whose popularity had built up a loyal reader base.Ā 
ā€œLook,ā€ Akaashi says, setting his pen down, ā€œif youā€™re that hung up about cutting those scenes, start drafting it now.ā€
Your gaze shoots up to meet his eyes.
ā€œSeriously?ā€ you ask, eyeing him suspiciously.Ā 
Akaashi was dedicated, sure, but he wasnā€™t exactly one to take on extra work. SometimesĀ  you felt as though he wouldā€™ve been right at home in the literature department, editing novels instead of volumes of manga. It was like he worked with you out of obligation, not enjoyment, despite the friendship you had built up over the years.
ā€œYeah,ā€ he says, pushing his glasses up a bit further to sit better on the slope of his nose, ā€œIā€™m serious.ā€
You donā€™t get to dwell any longer on your editorā€™s change in mind, the sound of the doorbell piercing through your conversation. Akaashi waves you away when you move towards the door, grabbing the delivered containers of gyoza himself.Ā 
He sits down beside you on the couch, handing you one container whilst he takes the other. For some reason, youā€™re feeling more on edge than usual. The brush of his arm against yours has heat rising to your cheeks, body growing taut with the way your stomach is swirling with nervousness.
It was no secret that Akaashi was one of the most handsome men in the office, and you had maybe developed a tiny crush on the man, which was now inflating into something that was not so tiny, and much, much harder to control the more time you spent with him.Ā 
ā€œYou okay?ā€ Akaashi asks, peering over you.
You donā€™t trust yourself enough to reply which is why you stuff a gyoza into your mouth and nod rapidly.
Silence lapses over you both as you eat, but you can feel his eyes boring into the side of your head. You pretend not to notice, trying to engross yourself in the taste of the gyoza and the tang of soy sauce.
Akaashi slouches slightly, his body relaxing as time passes. You can see it in the way his shoulders drop, his thighs spreading as he gets more comfortable.
ā€œInstead of adding romance as a subplot, why donā€™t you make it into another story altogether?ā€
You blink over at him, surprised.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t have time to write another manga,ā€ you say, shaking your head, ā€œIā€™d have to find another publisher if I wanted to write something that was purely romance.ā€
ā€œShonen manga in the romance genre exist,ā€ he replies, running his hand through his hair, ā€œor you could just self-publish.ā€
Youā€™d been hoping to avoid the topic of self-publishing. Sure, you knew of it, participated in it even. Itā€™d been used as a creative outlet, to get out some ideas that you couldnā€™t work on when your success as a mangaka had grown. Besides, it wasnā€™t like you could tell Akaashi that you had drawn up stories that were, well, inappropriate.Ā 
ā€œBut that would be too much work,ā€ you sigh, trying to stop his train of thought.
Akaashi stares at you thoughtfully. The more you spend time with him, the more you begin to regret your choice to come here. Emailing the manuscript to him wouldā€™ve been the smarter choice, but you just had to feel sorry for the guy.
ā€œI did read one the other day that had a similar art style to yours.ā€
Fuck, fuck, fuck. You can feel your composure slipping. There was no way he could know that you self-published stories that were practically panel after panel of porn. Maybe he enjoyed it? One thought leads to another and you find yourself imagining Akaashi with his hand wrapped around his cock, his head tipped back as he strokes himself.
ā€œWhat was it about?ā€ you manage to grit out, trying to see through the haze of your indecent thoughts.
ā€œAbout a couple,ā€ he says simply, ā€œthey ended up fucking.ā€
You can feel the hope swirling in your mind fade. Akaashi definitely knew.Ā 
ā€œDidnā€™t know you read that sort of thing.ā€
ā€œIā€™m a man, arenā€™t I? Sometimes porn just doesnā€™t cut it. The story was pretty great too.ā€
He thought the story was great? You canā€™t help yourself from perking up, the compliment making you feel warm.Ā 
ā€œI just find it so strange,ā€ he murmurs, leaning closer to you.
You swallow harshly, mustering up a smile with your trembling lips, ā€œwhyā€™s that?ā€
ā€œThe authorā€™s note,ā€ Akaashi says, ā€œthe little bunny avatar was the same as yours.ā€
So, you had messed up. You spy the front door from the corner of your eyes. If you walked, youā€™d get there in about ten steps, but if you ran, youā€™d get there in about three - maybe two - strides. Sure, you wouldnā€™t ever be able to face Akaashi again, but you think youā€™d be fine with it. Report filed to the higher ups stating creative differences and youā€™d be able to find a new editor, no problem.
ā€œItā€™s all probably just a coincidence,ā€ you say nonchalantly, ā€œplenty of people like bunnies.ā€
ā€œSome of the dialogue was similar to yours, distinct writing and all that.ā€
You grit your teeth. The man didnā€™t know when to let go.
ā€œLike I said, coincidence.ā€
ā€œRight,ā€ he says, nodding along, ā€œa coincidence. Was it also a coincidence that the couple that had sex was a mangaka and her editor?ā€
You scramble to your feet when he says that. Letting out an awkward laugh, your cheeks heated with embarrassment, you decide that this is the best time to take your leave.
ā€œHave- have a good night!ā€ you say, voice pitching.
Determination has Akaashiā€™s eyes gleaming and now youā€™re bolting, feet nearly tripping over each other as you dart towards his apartment door. It seems as though fate isnā€™t in your favor tonight, Akaashiā€™s hand curling around your wrist as he catches onto you before you can open the door. You squeak when he slams his hand against the wall, right next to your head as he pushes you up against the door.
ā€œClassic scene,ā€ he murmurs, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your meek expression, ā€œyou always use it.ā€
ā€œFuck off, Akaashi!ā€ you snap, pushing at his chest.
Itā€™s a struggle, but you reach back behind you, hand grabbing blindly for the door handle. He doesnā€™t let you reach it, catching your wrist and pinning it against the door.
ā€œYou sure?ā€ Akaashi asks, his eyes darkened, ā€œor maybe you want me to fuck you.ā€
Your breath catches in your throat, mouth opening before closing again. Thereā€™s nothing left in you, no retorts, no words to get yourself out of this situation. He lets out a sigh when he feels your body relax, his hand on your wrist loosening as he lets go. You stare up at him, biting your lip nervously.
ā€œYou shouldā€™ve said something,ā€ he says quietly, adjusting his glasses.
ā€œAnd embarrass myself?ā€ you mutter, picking at the wool of your sweater.
Akaashi doesnā€™t say anything, his hand smoothing up your hip and settling on your waist. Your eyes widen, arousal shooting through your body as he presses himself closer, his other hand finding your waist. Akaashi squeezes gently and you bite back a whine, eyes drooping slightly as he just squeezes and pets at your sides.
ā€œIt was good,ā€ he says hoarsely, ā€œthe story, the details, the sexā€¦ came to it a couple of times.ā€
ā€œYou- you liked it?ā€ you whisper, voice airy.
ā€œYeah,ā€ he whispers back, his eyes meeting yours, ā€œliked itā€¦ like you.ā€
Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses your cheek, your heart thudding in your chest. You never dreamt itā€™d come down to this, but you find yourself grateful for Akaashiā€™s observational nature.
He takes his glasses off, placing them into his pocket. Akaashiā€™s lips drag across your cheek, pressing soft kisses against your skin. He kisses the corner of your mouth, lips brushing against yours gently.Ā 
ā€œKiss me, Akaashiā€ you whisper, arms wrapping around his neck.
ā€œYeah,ā€ Akaashi says softly, ā€œyeah, Iā€™ll kiss you, baby.ā€
A contented sigh escapes you as he slots his lips over yours, kissing you gently. The heat between you begins to grow, his hands slipping under your sweater to feel your bare skin. You gasp into his mouth, his hands surprisingly warm.
Akaashi smiles against your lips, his hand running up your back as his kisses turn hungrier, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. You let him lick into your mouth, tugging at his hair desperately. Rocking up onto the tips of your toes, you deepen the kiss, pulling him impossibly closer.Ā 
He wraps his arms around your waist, groaning when your nails scratch his scalp fleetingly. You bite your kiss-swollen lip as he drags his lips down your neck, landing heated kisses to your skin.
Akaashi kisses the pulse of your throat, his lips finding their way back to yours. Soft pants fill the air, his smile hazy as he peers down at you. You smile back, head tilting to the side to let him kiss your cheek again.
ā€œYouā€™re such a dork,ā€ he whispers, his eyes twinkling.
ā€œShut up,ā€ you whine, pushing at his chest.
He grins, his hands grasping yours. Akaashi pulls you away from the door, his arms wrapping around the backs of your thighs as he picks you up. You laugh, legs wrapping around his waist, lips pressing against his as he carries you to his bed.
Akaashi lays you down on his bed and you watch with half-lidded eyes as he pulls his shirt off. He might not have played as competitively like he did in highschool, but you had been there when he had played with his friends. Itā€™d been entrancing to watch the way he had set the ball for his friends, the ball curving through the air cleanly for the spiker to hit.
ā€œā€˜s not fair how good you look,ā€ you grumble, pouting.
He rolls his eyes, crawling onto the bed, his body hovering over yours.
ā€œYou look pretty good yourself,ā€ Akaashi says, his fingers playing with the hem of your sweater.
You lift your arms for him, letting him pull it off of you. His gaze fixes on the swell of your breasts and you flush, looking away.
ā€œYouā€™re shy now?ā€ He murmurs, a soft laugh escaping him as he kisses your jaw.
ā€œYouā€™re such a jerk,ā€ you huff out.
Akaashi smiles and you donā€™t think youā€™ll ever be able to be truly angry with him. Heā€™s patient more than anything, caring and always honest. Youā€™ve never met a man like him, never met someone who could quell your worries the way he could. It makes you want to never let go.
His body settles between your thighs, his nimble fingers pulling your bra free. Your nipples pebble in the cold air and Akaashi leans forward, his hot, wet mouth enveloping a hard bud into his mouth.
You whine brokenly, back arching slightly as he sucks your nipple, tongue swirling around the bud. He groans as you run your fingers through his hair, his mouth suctioning around your breast for a few moments before he pulls off with a pop.
His mouth finds your other breast, kissing the side of it, mouthing at your skin. You can feel his tongue caress the underside of it, laving across your breast before he bites gently at your flesh, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re a fuckinā€™ tease,ā€ he whispers against your breast.
You shake your head, mewling when his hand slides up, his fingers pitching at your spit-coated nipples. He rests his head between your breasts, watching you contentedly as you writhe under the onslaught of his touches.Ā 
ā€œA- Akaashi,ā€ you whimper, hips bucking, ā€œwant- want more, please.ā€
ā€œSo polite, babyā€ he coos, his hands groping at your breasts.Ā 
He pulls away from you and you whine, lifting your hips for him when he peels your pants off. Thereā€™s a moment of silence and youā€™re anticipating the feel of his mouth on your body, only for him to let out a low laugh.Ā 
ā€œBunnies til the end, huh?ā€ Akaashi asks, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties.
Your brows furrow, not quite sure what heā€™s talking about until you prop yourself on your elbows and see that youā€™re wearing a pair of bunny-patterned panties.
ā€œOh, fuck off,ā€ you groan, slumping back down onto the bed and slinging your arm over your eyes.
ā€œTheyā€™re cute,ā€ he smiles, prying your arm away from your face, ā€œjust like you, baby.ā€
Akaashi grasps one of your legs, bringing it to his mouth as he runs his hand along the length of it, kissing the sole of your foot and then your ankle. A soft hum leaves you, watching as he kisses up your leg, his kisses feather-light.
You run your fingers through his hair as he kisses the little bow on your panties, his nose pressing between your clothed folds to breathe you in.
ā€œPussyā€™s soaked through,ā€ Akaashi murmurs, pulling back to look at your dampened panties.
ā€œā€˜s your fault,ā€ you slur, trying to push his face back to where you want it.
ā€œAll my fault,ā€ he agrees, his tongue licking up over your panties, ā€œguess Iā€™ll have to take care of you then.ā€
You nod, trying to stop the little twitches that shoot through your body. Akaashi lets his mouth latch onto you, trying to suck the slick thatā€™s soaked through the fabric of your panties.
ā€œA- ah!ā€ you pant, fingers fisting his hair as he squeezes your hips, his face nuzzling deeper between your thighs.
Akaashiā€™s lithe fingers pull at your panties, dragging them down your thighs. You donā€™t miss the way he tucks them into his pocket.
ā€œAlways so pretty, babyā€ he whispers, his thumbs pulling apart your folds to expose your pussy.
He moans when he sees the translucent strings of arousal that cling to your folds, his tongue darting out to lick up the little strings. You whimper when he kisses your clit gently, watching as he rubs the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit. Thighs twitching, you shift, trying to tilt your hips a little higher so you can feel his mouth on you.
ā€œAsk for it,ā€ Akaashi says, his cheek pressing against your thigh as he stares up at you.
ā€œā€˜m not- ā€˜m not asking for it,ā€ you retort, glaring at him.
ā€œBet itā€™d feel good,ā€ he whispers, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
You whine when he just keeps his tongue there, saliva dripping from the tip of it and onto your pussy. He makes an obscene noise, gathering some more saliva, spitting on your cunt.
ā€œAll you gotta do is ask,ā€ he coaxes, his arms wrapping around your thighs, ā€œclit looks so achyā€¦ makes me wanna kiss it better.ā€
ā€œP- please,ā€ you whisper, your voice barely audible.
ā€œDidnā€™t quite catch that,ā€ Akaashi smiles up at you, his eyes twinkling.
Youā€™ll have to get him back for his teasing later, but right now you canā€™t wait.
ā€œPlease lick my pussy!ā€
You squeal when he latches his mouth onto you again, his tongue lapping over your wet pussy. He groans and you tug at his hair, thighs squeezing around his head as he laves his tongue over you greedily, letting his tongue dip into your hole before he sucks your clit into his mouth.
Legs kicking out, you let out a strangled noise as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Akaashi lands the filthiest kisses to your clit, alternating between sucking and little pecks, while heā€™s sunk two fingers inside of you. They curl up inside of you, grazing your sensitive spot perfectly. He fucks his fingers in and out of you, your wanton noises filling his bedroom.
Akaashi presses his face deeper, his fingers crooking. The feeling of his mouth in tandem with his fingers has you whimpering and whining, airy noises spilling from your lips at his ministrations. You might not ever be able to go without him ever again.
He holds you in place as you thrash, the overwhelming feeling inside of you building and building. Akaashi slips his fingers out of you in favor of devouring your cunt again, licking through your velvety folds, his tongue swirling before he presses it inside of you.Ā 
ā€œTaste so fuckinā€™ good,ā€ he growls.Ā 
You blink down at him dazedly. Thereā€™s a light flush covering his cheeks, his mouth glistening with your wetness. He opens his mouth to say something else but you ignore him, pushing his head so that his lips are flush against your cunt. Akaashi lets out a muffled laugh against your pussy, his tongue licking over you again.
Hand squeezing at your breast, you bite your lip, losing yourself in the caress of his tongue. He laps over you, again and again, pressing sloppy kisses to your clit.Ā 
ā€œGonna come,ā€ you whisper, feeling the softness of his hair under your palm, ā€œgonna come, ā€˜kaashi.ā€
He tilts your hips a little more, rising up onto his knees with your legs slung over his shoulders. You squeal again when he shakes his head, tongue dragging from side to side before he plunges it inside of you, his thumb pressing against your clit at the same time.
Your thighs squeeze tightly around his head as you come, loosening after a while when twitches rack through your body. Akaashi squeezes your thighs, lets your legs slip from his shoulders as he kisses your trembling thighs.Ā 
ā€œGood girl,ā€ he whispers.
Akaashi kisses your cheek and wipes the stray curls of your hair away from your face. A soft sheen of sweat covers your body and he hums, smoothing his thumbs over the underside of your breasts.
He lays down beside you and you curl up beside him, eyes catching on the bulge in his sweatpants.
ā€œNeed some help?ā€ you murmur, fingers dragging down his chest.
ā€œIf you donā€™t mind,ā€ he sighs, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close to him.
You smile, kissing his jaw gently as your hand slides past his navel, disappearing into his sweatpants. The weight of his cock is heavy and hot and Akaashi moans softly when your hand curls around his length.
ā€œAsk for it, ā€˜kaashi,ā€ you whisper, voice lilting.
ā€œYouā€™re such a brat,ā€ he mutters.
ā€œUse your manners, Keiji.ā€
His eyes widen when you use his name and you grin, landing a soft kiss to his cheek as your breasts squish up against his bicep. You squeeze around his cock and he lets out a soft whine, his hips bucking.
ā€œFuck- fuck hah-,ā€ Akaashi grits out, ā€œstroke my cock, baby, hm? Please?ā€
You hum softly, beginning to move your hand. His thick cock twitches as you stroke him, your wrist rotating.
He pants softly, his head turning to meet yours. You smile, running your fingers through his hair, brushing the soft strands out of his eyes. Affection bursts inside of you, heart fluttering as the flush on his cheeks deepens.
His brows have drawn together and you smooth your thumb over them, peppering soft kisses over his face, leg slinging over his as you pull down his sweatpants to free his cock completely. Akaashiā€™s cock has filled out, pre-cum smearing across his abdomen. You caress the head of it, giggling when he lets out a broken moan as you rub your thumb against the tip.
ā€œYou look so handsome,ā€ you say, stroking his cock a little faster.
Akaashi smiles and you dip your head, kissing him. He groans, his hips chasing after the feeling of your hand around him as you kiss. Your hand tightens a little, squeezing at the tip of his cock. Pre-cum wets your hand, soft gasps escaping Akaashi as you let your tongue slip into his mouth.
ā€œKeiji,ā€ you whisper, lips brushing over his, ā€œKeiji, will you fuck me?ā€
You squeak in surprise when he manages to grab onto your waist, lifting you up and placing you on his lap. His cock is snug between your folds and you whine, dragging your hips along the length of it, biting your lip as more pre-cum leaks from him.
ā€œSit on my cock, babyā€ he whispers, smoothing his hands up your thighs.
You nod, shifting a little so that youā€™re up on your knees. Akaashi watches as you grip the base of his cock, moaning when you rub his cock against your pussy, letting it catch on your clit. Akaashiā€™s head tips back as you sink down, whimpery, little noises leaving you as your pussy swallows up his cock.
Itā€™s so thick inside of you, fitting so snugly that you clench around him. Akaashi wraps an arm around your waist, bringing your front flush against him. He lets you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, his arms tightening around your waist. You can feel him move, his feet flat against the bed as he bends his knees.
ā€œK- Keiji!ā€ you wail when he begins to fuck up into you.
Akaashi grunts, holding you against him as he moves his hips, rutting up into you. His hands grope at your ass, gripping your ass tightly as he moves a little more forcefully. You bury your face deeper into the crook of his neck, pressing sloppy kisses against his skin as you smooth your hand over his hair.Ā 
ā€œIs this- fuck,ā€ Akaashi grits out, ā€œis this what you imagined when you drew up those panels?ā€
You nod, too far gone to cling onto the remnants of your stubbornness.Ā 
ā€œYeah?ā€ he whispers, ā€œimagined me fucking up into you, huh?ā€
ā€œY- yes!ā€ you cry out, body squirming when he lands a heavy spank to your ass.
ā€œGood fuckinā€™ girl,ā€ he growls.
A soft mewl leaves you at the praise, your hips swaying back lazily to meet his thrusts. The sound of his hips slapping into your ass echoes through his room, your wetness leaking around his cock and coating his balls.
Your body rocks against his, your hand gripping at the sheets beside his head when he adjusts his grip on you, planting his feet a bit firmer against his mattress to thrust into you harder. You gasp at the sensation, sinking your teeth into his shoulder when his cock hits deep inside of you.
Akaashi hisses at the feeling of your teeth, spanking your ass again before you clench around him with a scream, body shuddering on top of his as you come.Ā 
ā€œBaby, baby, you gotta let go,ā€ he rasps.
You shake your head stubbornly, pushing your hips down so that it swallows his cock all the way to the base.
ā€œInside, Keiji.ā€
He groans, his hands kneading at your hips roughly. You can feel the twitch of his cock, a satisfied coo leaving your lips when he comes, spurts of his hot cum filling you up. Akaashiā€™s hips stutter, thrusting into you unevenly as his cock jerks, more cum flooding your pussy.
You both pant, chests heaving. Akaashi rubs his hand along your back and you emerge from the crook of his neck, a drunken smile on your face.
He laughs hoarsely at your expression, cupping your cheek to guide you into another kiss while his cock softens inside of you. Itā€™s a little uncomfortable, but you donā€™t mind, losing yourself in the heat of his body as cum leaks from your pussy.
ā€œHow long have you known?ā€ you ask, tracing the slope of his nose.
ā€œAbout a month,ā€ he murmurs.
ā€œA month?ā€ you scoff, hitting his chest, ā€œand you didnā€™t say anything?ā€
Akaashi grins, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss across your knuckles.
ā€œThat would ruin the fun.ā€
You roll your eyes, prodding your fingers into his chest, ā€œit was hardly fun, Keiji.ā€
ā€œBut you got what you wanted, didnā€™t you?ā€ he whispers.
You laugh when he flips you onto your back, moaning softly when you feel his cock beginning to harden again inside of you.
ā€œPut- put your glasses on,ā€ you whisper, head tipping back as he rolls his hips into you.
Akaashi reaches over to dig his glasses out from the pocket of his discarded sweatpants, pushing them up to sit comfortably on his nose.
You clench around him at the sight, biting your lip as you give him a pleased smile.
ā€œKnew you had a thing for ā€˜em.ā€
He grabs at your legs, moving them so that theyā€™re pressed against his chest, your ankles resting on his shoulders.
ā€œUse this as inspiration, baby,ā€ Akaashi smirks, ā€œIā€™ll even edit it for you.ā€
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jello-chennie Ā· 1 year ago
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āœ§ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friendā€™s cute little sister
āœ§ genre/tw fluff ĖšŹšā™”ɞĖš (nsfw at the end āš ļøŽ)
āœ§ word count 857
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all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, heā€™s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa canā€™t help but to give you whatever you ask for.
in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. youā€™re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.
when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.
eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, youā€™re more acquaintances than anything else.
but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as itā€™s manager (ā€œits the only time weā€™ll be together in high school, you wouldnā€™t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???ā€), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, youā€™re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.
but heā€™s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.
youā€™ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so youā€™re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.
iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk awayā€”an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.
in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you wonā€™t have to carry anything heavyā€”that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if youā€™re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk thatā€™s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.
eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc ā€œwhy would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")
iwaizumiā€™s actions donā€™t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.
when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (thereā€™s also relentless teasing on oikawaā€™s end bc ā€œiwa-chan, isnā€™t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??ā€)
but whatā€™s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sisterā€™s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didnā€™t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his ā€œadorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrongā€; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.
he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.
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niningtori Ā· 3 months ago
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mad about you | oneshot
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pairing: choi beomgyu x you, delusions of kang taehyun x you
summary: beomgyu is not only a spoiled, rich asshole whose whole life has been served to him on a silver platter, but he's also your student council vice president. things finally come to a head on your final trip as college students, but not in the way you would expect. or, beomgyu catches you, the student council president, smoking weed and tries to blackmail you for it
genre: romance, angst (only a tiny bit...? shocking i know), fluff (kinda...? shocking i know), SMUT (MDNI!!!), sub!idol, beomgyu enemies to lovers
warnings: bad writing, not proofread at all, smut (MDNI!!!), sub!gyu LMAOOOO, marijuana, dirty talk, praise, handjobs, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 7.1k
notes: please... this took MONTHS for me to write i fear i am the worst request taker on moablr. this was really difficult for me to complete but alas... it is done. if you hate it, my fault! just please don't bully me i've got enough shit going on in my life rn šŸ’€ i hate it too but that's okay!
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being a straight-a student is hard. being the student government president? even harder. being both? hell on earth. but now, in your senior year of college, youā€™ve finally managed to get it down to a science. things run relatively smoothly, which is due in no small part to the blood, sweat, and tears youā€™ve put in to make the student body happy, never mind the lengths you've gone to for the faculty. you can confidently say you can cope with nearly every trial and tribulation that comes your way with a smile on your face. well, except for one recurring disaster: beomgyu.
at first, he was nothing more to you than a pest buzzing around for no real purpose other than to mildly annoy you. it was strange because he seemed normal at first, but then he would pick on your looks, every time you made a mistake in class, and even how you happened to wear your hair that day. this was annoying and, well, hurtful. still, it was of no real consequence, so you were able to ignore him when that was the case, but now you know better than to underestimate just how disastrous beomgyuā€™s presence can be. as the student government vice president, he should be your first and most trusted ally, but heā€™s nothing short of, for lack of a better term, a major asshole deadset on making your life even more difficult than it already is for reasons unknown to you.
you think it may be because you would have probably beaten him for the actual presidentā€™s chair, which led him to run for vice president, instead. you donā€™t know why he minds this, though, because he couldnā€™t seem to care less about the council, not to mention school in general. itā€™s not that he gets bad grades, because he doesnā€™t. in fact, when he gets called on in class, he always gets the answer right even when he clearly wasnā€™t paying any attention. still, you work twice as hard as anyone else and yet your grades are only rivaled by his own. even taehyun, your (probably unrequited) crush, canā€™t help but be beaten by beomgyu as if the hand of god itself smacks down on everyone else every time you all take a test.Ā 
getting good grades should be an admirable thing, right? it helps with potential internships and jobs and all that, but the thing is: beomgyu doesn't need any of it. even if he fails all of his classes, he's set for life as the son of a formidable CEO of a company whose profits are more than you could ever dream of attaining. there is absolutely no doubt that beomgyu will succeed him, and there is even less doubt that he'll undeniably be very, very good at it. whatā€™s worse is that even if he failed to meet expectations, heā€™d still get the position, anyway.Ā 
that, in comparison with your familyā€™s laughable financial circumstances, would be enough to make you secretly hate the boy just on principle; but jealousy is ugly, no doubt, so youā€™ve kept your feelings to yourself. you would have fallen into a pit of self-loathing and guilt had beomgyu actually been kind, and you may have even grown to like him if that were the case, but no. beomgyu is not kind. heā€™s a total prick. you see it in his smug little smile when the test papers get handed back and he annihilates everyone ā€” other than you ā€” in class, especially taehyun. you see it in the smirks he sends you when you catch him making out with whoever his new girlfriend of the week happens to be, and in the way he openly mocks you by calling you a prude in front of the entire student population. and most importantly, you see it in the way he watches you struggle to stay afloat while he cruises on by without a care in the world.
-
honestly? beomgyu knows better than to bully the girl he has a crush on just because he wants her attention, but who told you to make it so damn hard on him? itā€™s not like he didnā€™t consider being nice at first, but your aloofness to his charms only caused him to believe that he was nearly invisible to you, and he simply wouldn't stand for that. naturally, the best course of action was to get you to hate him ā€” at least that means youā€™re actually paying attention to him. thatā€™s what he tells himself as heā€™s sticking one of his spindly legs out as you walk past him, effectively tripping you in the process and making the entire class erupt into laughter. your nostrils flare as your head whips up to meet his condescending gaze. once again, your eyes are completely on him. check and mate.
that's what it feels like, at least, until youā€™re hurriedly pulled up by a concerned taehyun and heā€™s frantically asking if youā€™re alright while fixing up your (now) fucked up hair. your eyes, which were just brimming with anger and contempt for him, are now overflowing with lovesickness and infatuation for the other boy. well, never mind about the whole ā€œcheckmateā€ thing, itā€™s like beomgyu doesnā€™t even exist in the same world as you anymore.
-
ā€œyou need to relax,ā€ taehyun says, gently closing the notebook in front of you and sliding over a few of your favorite snacks.Ā 
ā€œth-thank you, tyun,ā€ you reply, shyly. he grins when he sees heā€™s succeeded in distracting you.
ā€œno problem, we wouldnā€™t want that pretty little head of yours to break from thinking too much, now would we?ā€ he teases. you feel heat rushing to your cheeks at his words. he doesnā€™t really mean them, he never does, but that doesnā€™t stop your heart from racing when he says things like this to you.Ā 
having a crush on taehyun is only natural. thatā€™s what you tell yourself, but the way you have a shrine dedicated to notes heā€™s passed you and polaroids youā€™ve taken together sitting prettily in your room is most definitely unnatural. he doesnā€™t need to know about that, though.
ā€œmy headā€™s not going to break,ā€ you huff with a playful roll of your eyes. ā€œi just need to finish outlining the major stops on the trip and iā€™ll be done, i promise.ā€Ā 
itā€™s true that all you have to do is outline where youā€™re going to stop on the councilā€™s senior trip, which doesnā€™t sound like a big deal in theory, but in actuality, you have to clear each stop with the faculty and make sure you stay within the budget in spite of beomgyuā€™s insufferable attempts to exceed it. heā€™s made light of the finances and talked up special events to the rest of the council members, even taehyun. you tried to snuff out these suggestions with realistic arguments about how expensive it will be, but his response was to call you a killjoy. simple and straightforward, but effective, nonetheless. everyone, even taehyun, was so excited to try everything he hyped up, so how could you say no when taehyun turned to you, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and practically begged you to relent? you, unfortunately, didnā€™t and donā€™t have the heart to deny him, so you caved, and now youā€™re stuck trying to figure it all out.Ā 
ā€œyou promise?ā€ taehyun asks, snapping you out of your spiral, with his cute cat-like fangs showing ever so slightly.
ā€œi promise,ā€ you nod and he cheers triumphantly. again, you canā€™t help but feel your cheeks warm, and youā€™d bask in the moment if your gaze didnā€™t happen to catch beomgyuā€™s scrutinizing one at this very moment. he looks at you like heā€™s watching a monkey putting on a show, and your happiness is instantly replaced with a sense of embarrassment. youā€™ve never told a single soul about your feelings for taehyun, but eerily enough, beomgyu seems to know something the rest of the world does not. he seems well aware of your deepest secret. why he doesnā€™t just expose you in order to humiliate you, you have no idea, but you do know you don't like how much he knows.
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you really, really shouldnā€™t be doing this. and certainly not here, of all places, but you just canā€™t help it. smoking weed is terrible for you, and you of all people should know, seeing as how you led a presentation on its ill effects in front of the entire student body in your freshman year. but itā€™s hard to truly care when youā€™re wound so tightly you feel like youā€™re about to burst.Ā 
beomgyu is getting his way again, as always, and youā€™re worried about having to make yet another last minute change to your tripā€™s itinerary for tomorrow because he called todayā€™s stop boring, which led to the rest of the council silently agreeing. so here you sit on the top of the hotel building as the rest of the group are out sightseeing, taking a long, lung-scorching drag from the blunt in between your fingers.Ā 
ā€œdidnā€™t take you for the smoking type, madame president,ā€ a voice cuts in from out of nowhere. beomgyu. fuck.Ā 
you try to keep your cool, but you end up choking on the smoke as you hurriedly go to flick the blunt away, but beomgyuā€™s hand grabs your wrist before you can quite make it there. his touch feels like a brand searing itself into your skin, but youā€™re too overstimulated to notice.Ā 
ā€œi didnā€™t tell you you had to stop,ā€ he muses condescendingly as you rip your wrist away from his grasp. he winces. you don't catch it. instead, you canā€™t help but roll your eyes at the presumption that he has the power to tell you to do anything.
ā€œiā€™m not one of your little minions,ā€ you snap in spite of yourself. ā€œquit acting like you can boss me around.ā€Ā 
ā€œis that so?ā€ he questions, not without an air of smugness. alarm bells blare in your ears as you try to sniff out where his confidence is coming from. sure, he caught you smoking, but itā€™s your word against his. thatā€™s right, thereā€™s no need to be scared. if he says anything at all, you can just feign innocence and say you were the one who caught him sneaking out to smoke.
ā€œyep,ā€ you answer with a grin at your new plan, popping the ā€œpā€ with the same obnoxiousness he usually terrorizes you with. youā€™re no match for him in terms of popularity, but you will never lose to him when it comes to credibility.
ā€œyouā€™re not afraid that iā€™ll snitch on you? youā€™re not scared of me telling everyone how little-miss-perfect spends her alone time?ā€Ā 
ā€œyou can try,ā€ you reply with a shrug. heā€™s silent for a few moments, as if heā€™s in deep thought.Ā 
ā€œyou know what? youā€™re right,ā€ he concedes with a sigh, and shockingly so. the beomgyu you know and loathe would never give up that easily. ā€œyou donā€™t have to listen to what i say. nobody would believe me over you, right?ā€Ā 
you eye him suspiciously before giving a slight nod.
ā€œand most times, you would be absolutely right. like, just imagine if i told them you faked being sick and flaking on everyone else just so you could get high. nobody would believe me. i wouldnā€™t even believe me,ā€ he continues. you have no idea why heā€™s going on and on about this, but you donā€™t like it.Ā 
ā€œwhat the hell are you playing at?ā€ you ask through clenched teeth.Ā 
ā€œi mean, iā€™m just saying that nobody would believe me. not unless i showed them something like, i donā€™t know, this?ā€ he says with a grin, holding up his phone and showing you an alarmingly high resolution photo of you taking a hit of your blunt. your eyes widen in sheer horror and you immediately jump to try to retrieve his phone from his hands, but beomgyu is quicker. he tauntingly holds it up in the air with one arm and stops you from coming any closer with the other. you try to jump to reach it, but youā€™re no match for his stature and long limbs. damn him for being so fucking tall.
ā€œdelete it!ā€ you shriek, but all he does is click his tongue and shake his head like the insufferable asshole he is.Ā 
ā€œoh, sure,ā€ he says nonchalantly. your eyes widen even further as he lowers his phone and fiddles with the screen, still keeping you at armā€™s length so youā€™re helpless to grab it for yourself.
ā€œr-really?ā€ you ask incredulously, sincerely taken aback by his compliance. stupid, stupid you. he tuts in response.
ā€œyou donā€™t really think iā€™ll make it that easy, do you?ā€
ā€œfine,ā€ you relent, jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed in an almost comically exaggerated way. ā€œwhat the hell do you want from me?ā€
ā€œnothing much, just lemme smoke with you,ā€ he answers with a lopsided grin, showcasing a dimple in his cheek you had never noticed until now.
ā€œw-what?ā€ you ask dazedly.Ā 
ā€œgod, youā€™re slow,ā€ he tells you with a roll of his eyes. ā€œsmoke with me and iā€™ll delete the picture. i wonā€™t even mention it again.ā€Ā 
ā€œare you being serious?ā€ you whisper.Ā 
ā€œdead serious,ā€ he smirks.Ā 
ā€œ... fine,ā€ you find yourself relenting, yet again. you donā€™t know if you necessarily trust him to actually follow through with his words, but what choice do you have? why he wants to smoke with you, you have no idea, but if it gets him to keep his mouth shut, then you really canā€™t ask for much more than that.
you sigh and take a seat, walking over near the entrance of the rooftop and propping yourself up against the concrete wall behind you. surprisingly, he stays planted in the same spot as if he didnā€™t hear you. you pat the ground next to you impatiently in light of his hesitation. he snaps out of his daze as he sits next to you so tentatively itā€™s like youā€™re a stray cat heā€™s afraid to scare off. well, good. itā€™s best for him not to get too comfortable around you. you hate the guy, after all.
you take another deep inhale and he watches you with a gaze that can only be described as lovesick, but youā€™re too preoccupied to pick up on it. when you exhale, you find yourself starting to pass the blunt over to beomgyu before thinking better of it.Ā 
ā€œwait,ā€ you say, pulling your hand back before he can grip the blunt.Ā 
ā€œwhat?ā€ he asks, genuinely confused.
ā€œam i gonna catch something from you if we share this?ā€Ā 
ā€œoh, fuck you,ā€ he grunts, effectively snatching the blunt back and putting it to his lips.
ā€œitā€™s a real question! iā€™ve seen the girls you mess around with, and iā€™m not trying to catch anything from you!ā€Ā 
ā€œiā€™m careful,ā€ he argues with a roll of his eyes. ā€œa lot more careful than you think.ā€ you pout at his reaction, but for some reason, you believe his words.Ā 
ā€œif i catch anything, it's on you,ā€ you reply, hackles still raised. shockingly, he doesn't press the matter any more than that.Ā 
ā€œ... so,ā€ he says after exhaling a deep drag.Ā 
ā€œso what?ā€ you ask.Ā 
ā€œso why are you out here smoking instead of going out with everyone else?ā€
ā€œdo you seriously think you have the right to ask me that?ā€ you scoff. thereā€™s no way in hell beomgyu is trying to get you to be vulnerable right now.
on beomgyuā€™s end, he canā€™t help but feel slighted, even though your reaction is definitely his fault on account of how he essentially antagonizes you at every given opportunity.Ā 
ā€œiā€™m just saying that itā€™s weird how youā€™re here instead of, you know, actually enjoying the trip.ā€Ā 
ā€œoh, please. as if there was gonna be any possible way for me to have fun on this fucking thing,ā€ you bitterly reply.Ā 
ā€œwhatā€™s that supposed to mean?ā€ he asks without any malice, but with genuine curiosity.
truly, honestly, sincerely, you do not know why you say your next words. maybe itā€™s because youā€™re high, or maybe itā€™s because you need to tell someone ā€” anyone ā€” how you really feel, for once. all you really know is: you canā€™t stop yourself.
ā€œi mean, how could i possibly enjoy myself when iā€™m left to figure everything out on my own? everyone only cares about having fun with no actual idea how weā€™ll do it while realistically staying within the budget and our timeline, and my vice president is deadweight, so itā€™s not like heā€™ll help,ā€ you complain, taking a jab at beomgyu in light of your waning self control. youā€™re prepared to verbally spar with him after that last comment, but he surprises you.
ā€œis that how you really feel?ā€ he asks.
ā€œyeah, it is,ā€ you tell him. ā€œthatā€™s how i always feel,ā€ you canā€™t help but add, more to yourself and less to him, but he hears you, anyway.Ā 
ā€œiā€™m sorry.ā€ you whip your head around to make sure youā€™re not having some sort of auditory hallucination. did beomgyu just apologize to you? it canā€™t be. thereā€™s no earthly way.
ā€œiā€™m sorry. i really am,ā€ he repeats. your whole world feels like itā€™s thrown off of its axis when you see how somber and genuinely apologetic he looks.Ā 
ā€œitā€™sā€¦ itā€™s fine,ā€ is all you can really muster up the words to say.Ā 
ā€œno, itā€™s not. iā€™ll help you as much as i can, i swear,ā€ he earnestly insists. you nod in bewilderment at his earnestness ā€” feeling too awkward to do much else.
things are quiet for the next few minutes while you two are passing the blunt back and forth. beomgyu can feel the high finally hitting him in full force, and it takes every brain cell within his clouded mind (as well as every ounce of his courage) to finally get out his next sentence.Ā 
ā€œwhy him?ā€ he mumbles so lowly, you donā€™t quite catch his words.Ā 
ā€œwhat?ā€ you lazily ask.Ā 
ā€œwhy taehyun?ā€ once again, you find yourself choking on the smoke. god, youā€™ve really got to get a grip and stop letting beomgyu surprise you ā€” your lungs would thank you for it.
ā€œw-what do you mean?ā€ well, you always knew that beomgyu knows about your feelings for taehyun, but hearing him directly ask about them is enough to throw you off.
ā€œi mean, why do you like him?ā€ he asks, devoid of all the confidence he usually oozes.Ā 
ā€œwhatā€™s not to like?ā€ you say offhandedly. if you cared enough to pay attention to his reaction, youā€™d see how he withers at your words. even more so when you continue.
ā€œheā€™s really, really funny. plus, heā€™s handsome. not to mention smart and ā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œso what? iā€™m all of those things,ā€ beomgyu interrupts, irritation bitterly lacing every edge of his words. ā€œand if you call him smart, anybody can be.ā€ oh hell no. youā€™re so indignant at him calling taehyun stupid, you donā€™t even catch beomgyuā€™s childlike envy towards him, let alone why he feels it.
ā€œjust because his grades donā€™t compare to yours, doesnā€™t mean heā€™s stupid,ā€ you argue.
ā€œthen what does it mean?ā€ he asks with a roll of his eyes at your obvious bias for the other boy.
ā€œitā€¦ it just means that heā€™s ā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œa real genius. yeah, iā€™m sure you think so,ā€ he snarks.
ā€œwhat the hell is that supposed to mean?!ā€ you snap, despite your better judgment to just let it roll off of your back. if he were talking about you, you may very well have done so, but this is taehyun heā€™s talking about. your taehyun.Ā 
ā€œit means he canā€™t compare to me,ā€ he says, more as means to convince himself rather than convince you, but youā€™re so angry, you donā€™t even notice.
ā€œand what makes you think youā€™re so goddamn special?ā€ you ask, sarcasm absolutely dripping out of your voice.Ā 
ā€œiā€™m funnier, hotter, smarter, richer. how can he compare to me?ā€ he snorts. if someone were to ask you why you feel so defensive at this moment, you would be unable to say why, but if you had to guess, youā€™d say itā€™s because taehyun is so good itā€™s impossible to see him any other way. your frustration builds up, hotter and hotter in your chest until youā€™re on the brink of exploding.
ā€œyou say that, but he will always be something youā€™re not,ā€ you spit.
ā€œand what, pray tell, might that be?ā€ he cockily challenges.
ā€œnice,ā€ you say with conviction, and it may be cheesy, but you mean it. ā€œhe is really, really fucking nice and considerate. thatā€™s why i like him.ā€ well, that one went straight to his gut.
ā€œi can be nice!ā€ he exclaims. ā€œi tried to be nice, but you just didnā€™t care! it was like i was invisible to you!ā€ all you can do is stare, but heā€™s not finished. ā€œyou act like youā€™re some fucking angel, but i saw the way you looked at me like iā€™m some stupid, rich asshole who isnā€™t worth a damn.ā€Ā 
finally, you realize that something is wrong.Ā 
ā€œbeomgyu, why do you even care about what i think about you?ā€ he doesnā€™t give a fuck about what you have to say in any other context, todayā€™s example being only the latest in the litany of times where heā€™s shown you that exact sentiment.Ā 
at this, heā€™s silent, which you truly did not anticipate in lieu of his tirade mere moments ago. you take a good look at the boy, and you finally register that the tips of his ears are a bright red under the fluorescence of the lone light shining next to the doorway.Ā 
ā€œi justā€¦ i always care about what you think,ā€ he mumbles, face growing redder and redder under your scrutinizing stare as he breaks eye contact with you.
ā€œyou couldā€™ve fooled me,ā€ you snort. ā€œyouā€™re always undermining everything i say and do. itā€™s almost like youā€™re doing it onā€¦ purposeā€¦ā€ you trail off, puzzle pieces finally fitting together in a way you would never suspect.Ā 
ā€œbeomgyu?ā€ you ask.
ā€œmm?ā€ he murmurs, still refusing to make eye contact.Ā 
ā€œdo youā€¦ do you like me?ā€ and the question sounds so silly you canā€™t believe you even asked it. this guy fucking hates you, youā€™re sure of it, but you grow less and less sure of this sentiment with every moment heĀ hesitates to answer.
ā€œ... yeah. yeah, i do. but so what? you donā€™t even care,ā€ he mopes, and just like that, everything makes sense. his teasing, his contrarian nature, and his obnoxiousness are just part of his ruse. heā€™s just like a child begging for attention by acting out, but to what end? just so youā€™ll pay attention to him? well, he was on the money when he said you didnā€™t like him even when he tried to be kind, so maybe, in his own sick little way, he was right.Ā 
but that doesnā€™t mean you don't feel completely blindsided by this revelation.Ā 
ā€œwhat the hell?ā€ is all you can manage to say.
ā€œshut up!ā€ he demands with no real heat to it, just embarrassment.Ā 
ā€œiā€¦ i canā€™t believe your solution was to be an asshole,ā€ you say incredulously. ā€œif you had just been nice, or even just normal, i would have warmed up to you. i know i was being childish, but goddamn, youā€™re worse.ā€Ā 
if he was blushing before, and he was, heā€™s absolutely blood red now.Ā 
ā€œi-itā€™s your fault for being so judgmental!ā€ he sputters, but even you know heā€™s just grasping at straws. it all makes the worst kind of sense to you now, and youā€™re very much shocked at how oblivious you were mere moments ago.
ā€œi can't believe this,ā€ you whisper, bringing your hands up to your temples in an effort to straighten everything out in your muddled head. ā€œyou hate me.ā€Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re so dramatic,ā€ he huffs with a roll of his eyes, which would convincingly come across as disdainful, if only his words werenā€™t so shaky and unsure.
you take a good look at him now, and he can feel it. heā€™s a very handsome guy, and he knows it, but he canā€™t help but feel vulnerable. he clears his throat and straightens up his posture when he thinks that you may be comparing him to taehyun... you are not.
none of his actions escape you, which is a far cry from what usually happens, but now that you've discovered his true feelings, itā€™s almost impossible not to catch his tells; you even wonder how you missed them. his awkward handling of the situation is endearing, in a way. you like watching him squirm, which you realize must be the way he felt about you all those times he teased you. it just makes you wanna push him more.
youā€™re not exactly known for your impulsivity. in fact, youā€™re known for the exact opposite. you take things slowly, steadily. you plan every minute detail in consideration of every possible outcome, but as for right now? right now, as you sit and watch beomgyu pout, you just want to let go and do what you really want, and what you really want is to watch him break.
you grab his face with your hands and turn it towards you, and he scowls for just a moment before blinking his big, reddened eyes in curiosity at your unreadable gaze.
ā€œw-what are you doing?ā€ he asks, too exhilarated by your touch to think about batting you away.
this is a bad idea ā€” a horrible one, even ā€” but that does nothing to deter you. how can it when his skin on your palms makes it feel like there's pure electricity thrumming through your bones? fuck it, might as well.
you donā€™t realize it yourself, but you look incredibly focused as you pull him in, his lips meeting yours. youā€™d think with the shock he must feel that heā€™d be taken aback for a second, but beomgyu, as always, Ā  does not abide by your rules. he immediately grabs your face and presses his lips even harder against yours. youā€™re surprised at how much heat is behind it ā€” how much frustration.
itā€™s incredibly interesting to watch his reactions as you kiss him, which would be weird, but heā€™s far too engrossed in this newfound pleasure to notice your stare. his eyes are shut, but they tremble with every passing second, making his long eyelashes quiver. you never noticed how long they are before now. you chalk up the swiping of your tongue against his chapped lips to sheerly wanting to study his reaction, and oh man, it does not disappoint. he whines against your mouth, eyebrows furrowed like heā€™s pleading for something. you want to find out what that something is. cruelly, you take his bottom lip between your teeth and lightly bite. he whines even louder, his eyes fluttering open, and he pulls away and says his next words in a tinny voice.
ā€œc-can i touch you?ā€ he pants, forehead pressed against yours, lips cherry red.
ā€œno,ā€ you say with a smile against his mouth. he would whine again if he could, but he canā€™t quite do it at the moment, not when your hands have moved from his cheeks in order to explore the rest of him. you curiously run your fingers through his long, silky hair, and he canā€™t help but moan when you experimentally tug at it. itā€™s breathy and light, and youā€™re intrigued, to say the very least.Ā 
you donā€™t have the most experience in the world when it comes to the, uh, matters between men and women, but you are a fast learner by nature, so it takes no time at all to figure out where he likes to be touched. his lips, obviously, and his hair. his ears, so flushed and pink and cute, must be particularly sensitive, and you test this hypothesis by dragging your teeth along his earlobe. he lets out a loud, broken moan when you do, and anyone else in the world would have been embarrassed by making such a noise, but not beomgyu. heā€™s so pretty and pliable underneath your touch, which feels so tantalizing that all shame escapes him.
ā€œdo you like that, beomie?ā€ you whisper teasingly, employing a nickname youā€™ve heard from a few of his ex-flings, and another strangled cry leaves his pouty lips when he feels your breath touch his ear.Ā 
ā€œmhmm, i like it! like it so much, princess,ā€ he babbles, eyes screwed shut as you trail your lips from his ear to his unblemished neck.Ā 
ā€œprincess?ā€ you canā€™t help but question. ā€œwhereā€™d that come from?ā€Ā 
ā€œthink about calling you that all the time,ā€ he moans as you suck on a previously unmarred patch of skin on his neck. ā€œthink about you all the time.ā€Ā 
ā€œand what do you think, beomie?ā€ you whisper encouragingly, as if heā€™s a stupid boy squirming under your thumb.
ā€œth-think about how much i wanna fuck you,ā€ he admits. ā€œh-how much i want to fill you up, make you m-mine.ā€ honest to god, your panties were already feeling a little sticky just from teasing him alone, but his words make your core heat up tenfold. you shift your legs while trying to make yourself more comfortable, but you fail miserably.
ā€œyouā€™re delusional,ā€ you snort, as you pull away from him, but his lips try to chase yours before you lightly push him away.
ā€œiā€™m not! i-i jusā€™ wanna make you feel good,ā€ he slurs, and oh god, you simply canā€™t be saved.
ā€œwell, wanna make your delusions reality?ā€ you canā€™t help but ask before you can think better of it, but when you see how his eyes light up in hope and pure, primal lust, you realize you donā€™t regret it.
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the walk to his hotel room is silent, so unbearably silent that you canā€™t help but second-guess yourself. are you really gonna do this with beomgyu of all people? but itā€™s been so long since youā€™ve let go, who will it hurt just to have fun for once? maybe you, probably you, but who cares? it can't be any worse than it is now. besides, you're graduating soon. if things go as badly as youā€™re pretty sure they will, youā€™ll never have to see beomgyu again after the fact. plus, things really canā€™t seem to get any more embarrassing than the humiliation ritual you put yourself through every day that you spend pining after taehyun.
and so, you enter his hotel room, which is easily double the size of yours (sans a roommate, no less) with a look of determination. beomgyu completely misses it, though, as he shuts the door behind you and immediately tugs you towards his bed, quick to rekindle the atmosphere you two had on the rooftop. surprisingly, itā€™s not hard to do so when heā€™s back to kissing you so desperately itā€™s like youā€™re his lifeline.
he impatiently swipes his tongue across your lips, mirroring what you did earlier, silently asking for entry. you oblige. he groans at the feeling of your warm tongue brushing against his own, savoring the way you taste, which yes, does have notes of weed, but thereā€™s something sweet in there, too. something heā€™s only ever fantasized about with his hand down his pants.
one of your hands is currently tangled in his hair, just the way he likes it, while the other one exploratorily finds its way down his lithe body. youā€™ve never done what you do next before, but he seems so incredibly sensitive, it feels like a matter of course to put your hand up his shirt and tweak one of his hardened nipples. he lets out a strangled cry, which only makes you certain that youā€™ve done the right thing.Ā 
ā€œis it good, beomie? is it everything you wanted it to be?ā€ you tease. he nods like an idiot.
ā€œy-yes, even better,ā€ he moans. ā€œfeels s-so good.ā€Ā 
in the dim lighting of his hotel room, you can see that he means it as the tent in his pants gets harder and harder to ignore. the poor thing is so wound up by your caresses that he may just cum untouched, anyway, but what fun would that be? so, before you can think too much about it, you palm him through his jeans.Ā 
ā€œah!ā€ he cries, eyebrows furrowed. you palm him again, rougher this time, and just like clockwork, he cries even louder.
ā€œwant me to keep going?ā€ you ask, studying and soaking up every reaction of his. all he can do is nod.
he unzips his pants and heā€™s all too willing to help you slide them off of him, tossing them on the floor before hurriedly grabbing one of your hands to meet his barely clothed bulge. itā€™s big, because itā€™s beomgyu and of fucking course it is. as if he needed another reason to be conceited.Ā 
it doesnā€™t seem like heā€™s very conceited, though, as he moans like a whore at you hooking your fingers under his waistband and tugging his boxers off of him. his cock is very obviously leaking, and itā€™s as bright red as his ears were earlier, completely flushed with beads of precum drooling off of it. there are angry veins running up the sides of it, which sounds gross, in theory, but you canā€™t help but feel like they make it even prettier. you gulp when you imagine how theyā€™ll feel when theyā€™re dragging in and out of your pussy.
ā€œdonā€™t stare!ā€ he says, breaking you out of your reverie. honestly? he knows itā€™s pretty, just like every other part of him, but he feels incredibly scrutinized under your gaze. you donā€™t listen, still very much staring as you take your thumb and experimentally swipe it over his thick, reddened tip. then again. then again.
ā€œs-stop teasing me, please,ā€ he whimpers, but youā€™re so enamored with his reactions you canā€™t help yourself. you spit on your hand and grab the base of his cock, which is no small feat considering how thick it is, and you give it a harsh tug. he bites his bottom lip to try to stifle his moans as you start to jerk him off, applying pressure exactly where he needs it most, but he quickly gives up on being quiet when you bend over and lick his tip. he tastes salty, but not unbearably so, and in a way, heā€™s almost sweet. that could just be your imagination, though.
beomgyu is no longer trying to bite back his moans, but he's stuck in another dilemma: he can't seem to unscrew his eyes for long enough to fully appreciate the sight before him. one of your hands is gripping the muscle of his thigh as leverage while the other aids in squeezing and pulling the parts of him you canā€™t quite fit in your mouth. youā€™re not looking at him, which would normally be disappointing, but itā€™s impossible to be anything less than satisfied when youā€™re hollowing out your cheeks to suck on him even harder. you take your hand from his dick and ghost your fingers over his balls, and he has to push you off of him so he doesnā€™t blow his load right then and there.
ā€œwhatā€™s wrong?ā€ you ask, wiping some spit and precum off of your lips. heā€™s enchanted by the way your lips are swollen from sucking on him, so much so that he almost forgets to answer.
ā€œā€˜m gonna c-cum,ā€ he says shyly.
ā€œand?ā€Ā 
ā€œi donā€™t want to yet. i wanna make you feel good, too,ā€ he argues petulantly.
ā€œoh? is that what you do in your dreams? you make me feel good? iā€™m surprised, i figured youā€™d like me to do all the work and ā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œshut up!ā€ he hisses, and you canā€™t help but laugh.Ā 
ā€œlet me eat you out,ā€ he offers, trying to distract you from his evident embarrassment. itā€™s tempting, very tempting, indeed, but youā€™re so hot and bothered that you kind of just want to get to the main event. especially since you just know itā€™ll feel good to finally have him inside of you. itā€™s been so long since youā€™ve been with somebody, after all.Ā 
ā€œno, thanks. do you have a condom?ā€ you ask, ignoring his suggestion, and heā€™d be humiliated if only your question weren't so damn exciting.
ā€œn-noā€¦ā€ he stammers. your face falls for a second before he rushes to get out his next words. ā€œb-but i can pull out!ā€Ā 
ā€œsorry, this was fun and all, but iā€™m not letting you fuck me without protection.ā€
ā€œplease?ā€ he begs. ā€œiā€™m clean, i swear! i told you iā€™m more careful than you think. i really donā€™t sleep around that much, honestly,ā€ he admits.Ā 
ā€œwhat?ā€ you ask, genuinely bewildered before calling his bluff. ā€œbullshit. i see you with a new girl all the fucking time. quit lying.ā€Ā 
ā€œiā€™m not! i promise ā€” i promise ā€” i donā€™t sleep around a lot. i only act like i do ā€˜cause of you!ā€Ā 
ā€œbecause of me?ā€ and it actually makes sense when you think about it. he acts out, bullies you, and pretends heā€™s involved with a lot more girls than he actually is just to try to get you to look his way. oh man, what are you gonna do with him?Ā 
ā€œyouā€™re so pathetic,ā€ you sneer before hiking up your skirt and mounting him.Ā 
ā€œw-what are you ā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œshut up before i change my mind,ā€ you spit. and just like magic, his mouth is snapped shut.
you start by rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock. your slick has already ruined the fabric beyond salvation, so you donā€™t really mind ruining it some more. beomgyu is absolutely in awe at your actions, rutting against you feverishly. heā€™s greedy, if nothing else, so he impatiently moves your soaked panties to the side and tries to seek relief in your warm hole. you let him grab your hips as he tries to ease himself into you, but heā€™s stunned at the resistance heā€™s met with as he tries to push himself in.Ā 
ā€œs-so tight,ā€ he groans as his fat cock breaches the tight rim of your pussy. the muscles contract as they stretch to accommodate his widened tip.Ā 
you were right about how good you anticipated the feeling of his veins scraping against your insides would be, and you revel in the feeling as you sink down inch by scorching inch. beomgyu, on his end, looks absolutely devastated as you slowly take him in. his mouth is twisted open in a silent scream, and his eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. when your ass finally meets his hips, you can feel his length pulsating all the way up to your cervix. itā€™s a snug fit, too, and it takes everything in him not to hump you like a fucking dog.Ā 
slowly, you raise yourself up again, almost completely off of him, before slamming yourself back down. then again. then again. he whimpers when you do it, grabbing your hips to help steady you as you ride him for everything that heā€™s worth. heā€™s enraptured as your breasts bounce with each movement, and he canā€™t help himself now ā€” he begins to thrust into you wildly, matching your rhythm and making you cry out. if you were in your right state of mind, youā€™d feel sorry for the poor souls who are on the same floor as him.Ā 
ā€œpussy so f-fucking good,ā€ he grunts as he feels you squeezing around him, and youā€™re about to smirk before he pushes you onto the bed then turns you on your side so youā€™re facing away from him. he tries to slide back into your needy cunt, but the new position makes you feel even tighter. still, with the combination of his slick and yours, heā€™s able to push himself in again before rutting into you. he presses one of his big hands against your stomach while the other one hastily grabs one of your tits, and suddenly he's back to fucking you like a wild animal.Ā 
you've never in your life felt so wanted, so needed, but beomgyu needs you in a way so carnal it makes you feel even more turned on. he nips your ear, mimicking your actions from earlier, and begs for your praise.Ā 
ā€œa-are you feeling good? youā€™re feeling good, right?ā€ he chokes out as he hits a particularly deep part of your pussy.Ā 
ā€œso good, beomie,ā€ you moan. ā€œyouā€™re fucking me so good.ā€ those words would normally never leave your lips, but he seems desperate for your validation, and you know heā€™s too far gone to mock you.
ā€œoh god, this is w-what i dreamed about,ā€ he babbles as he takes the hand that was pressing on your stomach and uses it to massage your clit, earning a strangled scream from you. ā€œth-this is what iā€™ve always wanted.ā€ and if you could see his face, youā€™d notice how his eyes roll backwards in sheer ecstasy.Ā 
ā€œiā€™m gonna cum!ā€ you cry, all self-restraint gone.
ā€œm-me too, princess,ā€ he moans. ā€œc-can i cum inside?ā€ itā€™s a pipe dream if heā€™s ever had one, and you can believe that heā€™s had one, but your response floors him.
ā€œyes, yes, yes! do it inside, i want it!ā€ and thatā€™s enough. he spits out a curse as he hammers himself into you, making you almost sob as you come undone with him inside of you. the feeling of your pussy sucking him in even more as it wildly contracts around him pulls him over the edge, so he paints your walls with his seed and fucks you through both of your highs.Ā 
he stays there until he goes soft, slowly pulling out and watching in awe as the cum spills out of your hole. he pulls you flush against his body and sighs as he tenderly fixes up your hair.Ā 
ā€œi really, really like you,ā€ he earnestly whispers into your hair.Ā 
ā€œi ā€”ā€Ā 
ā€œitā€™s okay if you donā€™t like me yet,ā€ he interrupts. ā€œi can wait.ā€ youā€™re glad youā€™re not facing him, because you actually feel a little awkward at his sincere words, but you canā€™t deny that it makes your heart flutter to hear them.
ā€œokay,ā€ you say.
ā€œokay?ā€ he asks, just to be sure he heard you correctly.
ā€œyes, i-itā€™s okay. you can wait.ā€ heā€™s so excited that he throws himself on top of you and turns you to face him, lips greedily meeting yours, putting every ounce of yearning into the kiss.Ā 
honestly? with the way things are going right now, he probably wonā€™t have to wait very long at all.Ā 
notes pt. 2: yeah... i'm so sorry that this is bad i'm just used to writing angst angst angst and this def veered more into cute territory but whatever just don't bully me
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ayeforscotland Ā· 4 months ago
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What is Dataflow?
This post is inspired by another post about the Crowd Strike IT disaster and a bunch of people being interested in what I mean by Dataflow. Dataflow is my absolute jam and I'm happy to answer as many questions as you like on it. I even put referential pictures in like I'm writing an article, what fun!
I'll probably split this into multiple parts because it'll be a huge post otherwise but here we go!
A Brief History
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Our world is dependent on the flow of data. It exists in almost every aspect of our lives and has done so arguably for hundreds if not thousands of years.
At the end of the day, the flow of data is the flow of knowledge and information. Normally most of us refer to data in the context of computing technology (our phones, PCs, tablets etc) but, if we want to get historical about it, the invention of writing and the invention of the Printing Press were great leaps forward in how we increased the flow of information.
Modern Day IT exists for one reason - To support the flow of data.
Whether it's buying something at a shop, sitting staring at an excel sheet at work, or watching Netflix - All of the technology you interact with is to support the flow of data.
Understanding and managing the flow of data is as important to getting us to where we are right now as when we first learned to control and manage water to provide irrigation for early farming and settlement.
Engineering Rigor
When the majority of us turn on the tap to have a drink or take a shower, we expect water to come out. We trust that the water is clean, and we trust that our homes can receive a steady supply of water.
Most of us trust our central heating (insert boiler joke here) and the plugs/sockets in our homes to provide gas and electricity. The reason we trust all of these flows is because there's been rigorous engineering standards built up over decades and centuries.
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For example, Scottish Water will understand every component part that makes up their water pipelines. Those pipes, valves, fitting etc will comply with a national, or in some cases international, standard. These companies have diagrams that clearly map all of this out, mostly because they have to legally but also because it also vital for disaster recovery and other compliance issues.
Modern IT
And this is where modern day IT has problems. I'm not saying that modern day tech is a pile of shit. We all have great phones, our PCs can play good games, but it's one thing to craft well-designed products and another thing entirely to think about they all work together.
Because that is what's happened over the past few decades of IT. Organisations have piled on the latest plug-and-play technology (Software or Hardware) and they've built up complex legacy systems that no one really knows how they all work together. They've lost track of how data flows across their organisation which makes the work of cybersecurity, disaster recovery, compliance and general business transformation teams a nightmare.
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Some of these systems are entirely dependent on other systems to operate. But that dependency isn't documented. The vast majority of digital transformation projects fail because they get halfway through and realise they hadn't factored in a system that they thought was nothing but was vital to the organisation running.
And this isn't just for-profit organisations, this is the health services, this is national infrastructure, it's everyone.
There's not yet a single standard that says "This is how organisations should control, manage and govern their flows of data."
Why is that relevant to the companies that were affected by Crowd Strike? Would it have stopped it?
Maybe, maybe not. But considering the global impact, it doesn't look like many organisations were prepared for the possibility of a huge chunk of their IT infrastructure going down.
Understanding dataflows help with the preparation for events like this, so organisations can move to mitigate them, and also the recovery side when they do happen. Organisations need to understand which systems are a priority to get back operational and which can be left.
The problem I'm seeing from a lot of organisations at the moment is that they don't know which systems to recover first, and are losing money and reputation while they fight to get things back online. A lot of them are just winging it.
Conclusion of Part 1
Next time I can totally go into diagramming if any of you are interested in that.
How can any organisation actually map their dataflow and what things need to be considered to do so. It'll come across like common sense, but that's why an actual standard is so desperately needed!
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kookslastbutton Ā· 8 months ago
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Guilty Pleasures ą¼“ jjk, kth (m) | chapter ii
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āœ’ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
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pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, fighting, confrontation, tornado of emotions, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, public shaming (both direct and indirect), morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of abandonment issues, mentions of therapy, attempts to self-regulate but reader is pissed, mentions of self-blame though oc knows its not entirely her fault, mentions of defamation charges, JK is just šŸ¤¬ while KTH is šŸ˜‡
playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.
a/n: Woah okay....so had I fun writing this, even though it took me a hella long time to decide whether to continue the story as a series or not šŸ«£ Anyway I altered the summary slightly from chapter one (and updated for consistency purposes), but it doesn't change my overall plans! As you read this chapter, I hope you will be able to see my vision (I'm nervous af! haha)! Enjoy šŸ„° (edited but pls forgive me for any oversights...my typos are ridiculous)
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Youā€™re seated in a wide sofa chair, surrounded by four blank walls, and the gentle sound of water tricking from a faux rock waterfall. Every element of the space is carefully integrated as a means to calm you. Yet it doesn't calm you in the slightest. Your hands are clammy. Muscles tense with the adrenaline spiking through your veins. It doesnā€™t help that youā€™ve been running on nothing but black coffee all week either, refusing to eat until the first promo shoot with your companyā€™s new endorser was launched.
A natural in front of the camera, Kim Taehyung was able to speed the process up, yet it didnā€™t stop the massive dark circles from forming under your eyes. This morning, he'd told you they were unnoticeable but you've seen how you look in the mirror, and they're anything but unnoticeable. Still, you find his gesture to soothe sweet. Thankfully, your new partnership has been smooth sailing which is quite a blessing considering the disaster he nearly walked into.
Yes. Youā€™re referring to that disaster in particular. When, in some desperate last-minute attempt for validation, you threw yourself into the arms of your ex-husband.
More like fixed the collar of his shirt and whoops, slid right on his dickā€¦again.
What is wrong with you?
Youā€™ve been asking yourself the question far too many times. Youā€™d think being a hot-shot CEO of a million-dollar tech company would make you like titanium, resilient as finely pounded steel but no; you're just barely keeping yourself together. You regret your rash decision that day, you regret ever marrying Jeon Jungkook, and you regret ever giving in to your stupid feelings.
Thatā€™s why youā€™re here now, waiting in the office of your therapistā€™s private practice, hands restless in your lap. Youā€™ve been seeing Melody for just over two months since your divorce was finalized, ready to move on; trying to, more like.
ā€˜JeonX CEO Jeon Jungkookā€™s ex-wife compensated $1.8 billion in divorceā€™
ā€˜South Koreaā€™s Golden It couple split with ex-wife taking half the company revenueā€™
These are the lovely words that greet you from your phone screen.
You have the urge to grab your special red ballpoint pen from your bag and scribble out the entire paragraph, except itā€™s not a printed gossip magazineā€” itā€™s a newspaper column on the internet. Instead, you close out the pesky tab on your phone and reply to its sender.
Chim šŸ„: can you believe this crap theyā€™re saying about you?! It's no shit you were given a hefty divorce settlement. You brought in half the income! Theyā€™re making you look like some kind of gold digger. I swear if I ever lay my eyes on that pretty ex-husband of yours, I will end him! šŸ˜” [sent at 5:06 pm]
Park Jimin, your childhood best friend, sends you a follow-up text when you donā€™t immediately reply to the news articles he forwarded over. Heā€™s been extremely overprotective of you lately and especially pissed at how the mediaā€™s been portraying you, while Jungkook is seemingly getting a free ride. Heā€™s always had an axe to grind with your ex-husband, to be honest, the divorce gives him only more reason to hate him.
You: Thanks for your concern Chim, but nothing they say surprises me anymore. If you donā€™t mind, can you stop sending these to me? [sent at 5:12 pm]
You hope your message doesnā€™t read as cold or dismissive. Jiminā€™s concern for you is a light in a dark place, but you donā€™t really want to be reminded of the amount of slandering articles still targeted towards you.
Gone are the days when the public saw you as a powerful woman in business, the one to watch, or the CEO of the fastest-growing startup in the last ten years. You're now simply Jeon Jungkookā€™s conniving ex-wife; as if youā€™ve merely seduced him for his money and ran when the going was good.
Of course, the whole situation is skewed to his side; half the world is in love with him after all, and that includes the few lingering reporters who've been practically salivating three feet from you at any given chance, hoping to get an exclusive ā€œinside lookā€. Your marriage was a sham, you wanted to scream, a mutual business transaction.
Too bad rather than an increase in status, resources, and market share, you gained a pile of twisted, unwarranted emotions and regrets.
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ā€œI apologize for the wait Ms. __."
The door swings open as your therapist rushes into the room. She stops at her desk to retrieve last weekā€™s session notes, then takes a seat in the chair adjacent to you with crossed legs.
ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ you assure, straightening your posture. ā€œI understand how crazy busy the day can get. It wasn't a long wait anyway."
Melody gives a small smile and jots a few words on her notepad. ā€œThank you for understanding. How are you doing this week?ā€
You take a deep breath. "Tired," you respond, "especially this week at work. It's like as soon as I wrap up one project, there's another jumping out from nowhere." You used to be ahead of the game. Now you're barely surviving.
"That's right," she hums. "Last week you mentioned having to attend a charity gala soon. Would you like to start there today?"
Crap, you're suddenly reminded that you have to pick up your gown by 7 pm tonight. You entertained the idea of not going to the gala at all, but that would do you no favors in the end. Given your situation, you can't skip out on such an important charity event.
"Sure," you nod. "The Winter Gala's tomorrow night, actually. It's funny how I used to look forward to it every year, being an opportunity to network and catch up with my peers. I can't say I feel the same thrill this time around."
"Because of the divorce you mean?"
"Exactly. Being the CEO of one of the largest software corporations in the world, my ex-husband's influence far exceeds my own. So whether out of loyalty or political agenda, anyone who's anyone will be on his side of the room. I'm gonna end up being that one awkward person in the corner in a far too expensive Dior gown who no one wants to dance with." You nervously chuckle out the last sentence.
Melody opens her mouth to respond, yet stops when she notices you're not quite finished.
"It'll be the first time seeing my ex-husband after months of no contact too. I guess that's what I'm looking forward to the least."
When you think about it, the most you've seen of Jungkook is his face appearing on the massive screens downtown. He's been featured in at least a dozen interviews lately, teasing a brand-new product his company's planning to release in the spring. Seems he's doing well.
"What you feel is valid Ms. __." Melody seeks to assure you. "In the past, you used to go to these events with Jungkook right? He provided you with a sense of safety, as you did for him, no doubt. I wonder if it's a lack of consistency and belonging that worries you, more than it is about seeing your ex-husband and your peers. Companionship too, of course."
"I suppose that makes sense, but it never used to be this way." Your voice raises to match your sudden argumentativeness. "I used to be very comfortable in my own skin. I used to be confident going to these events alone, long before Jungkook came into the picture."
You pause to take a breath before continuing.
"When Jungkook became CEO of his family's software company, JeonX, he was steps away from being bought out by both our competitors, so a partnership was proposed. We married at 27 as nothing more than two ambitious, rising leaders in business. Neither of us was after love or romance when our careers were at stake."
"But then that changed for you," your therapist carefully observes. "Combined, you both held the largest share of the tech market. You and Jungkook were also in an extremely intimate relationship, yet treated it as a business contract. Unfortunately, those don't always come out clean in the wash. It appears to me that while you gave him three honest years of your life, he stole those three years from you."
The words take a moment to sink in; Jungkook stole three years from you. It conflicts with what you want to believe, though from the bottom of your heart, you know she's right.
"I feel so...guilty. I hate that I fell for him, and I hate that I'm struggling this much to let him go." As you tear up, Melody hands you a tissue from the side table with an empathetic gaze. You mouth a thank you and gently dab your eyes with the soft fabric.
"I'd give yourself some grace Ms. __. But if I may ask, what about Jungkook?" she gently probes. "Do you think he feels the same?"
"No...," you say with remorse, shaking your head. "He's moved on."
Melody remains silent for as long as you need in the moments following, cautious to follow your lead. The last thing a therapist should do is rush their patient through the session, so she sits patiently and waits for your go.
"Sorry," you finally say. "We should continue."
"No need for apologies," she replies. "Take your time."
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It takes a good minute or two longer of sitting in your car before you can fully compose yourself. As usual, your session with Melody was intense and insightful, but it was far too short. You're gripping the wheel with both hands when her final words of the session echo through your head: "Give yourself some grace; blaming yourself won't do any good."
Seemingly simple advice, yet tough to follow when you constantly feel responsible for the mess you're in. Yes, even though Jungkook has the bigger end of the stick, you made your share of mistakes too. You should have looked into other options when you found out your competitors were looking to buy out JeonX instead of eloping with their CEO.
Just what were you thinking __? you harshly scold yourself. You were trying to protect your company. You both were. Too bad you placed the cart in front of the horse.
Forcing yourself to take a slow, deep breath, your eyes widen in alarm when you catch the time on the clockā€” 6:38 pm. Fuck! The boutique that's holding your gown for tomorrow's gala is closing in twenty minutes. Without a moment to spare, you yank the seatbelt and slam your foot on the gas.
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"Good evening Ms. __." A young woman, fitted in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, greets you with a faint bow as soon as you step foot into the posh boutique.
"Hello, Hana," you refer to the young lady by name with a smile. "I'm terribly sorry to be coming in this late. I came by to pick up the gown I sent in for alterations two weeks ago. The event's tomorrow and I know the shop will be closed for the day."
Knowing the exact dress you're referring to, Hana responds with a soft tone, "Please don't worry Ms. __. We have the gown ready." She disappears to the back of the shop to retrieve it.
As you wait, your mind drifts to memories of last year's gala. You had worn a vibrant, gold gown that evening, slightly risky with a low neckline. Jungkook liked it though, as he wore a matching gold vest himself. You can imagine how crazy the press went when you both set foot on the scene, arms linked and appearing to have coordinated your attire perfectly.
Every investor at the gig wanted to be your friend that night, anxiously pushing through the crowds to speak to you. One of them nearly split your dress in two, as he had accidentally stepped on your gown after one too many drinks. You recall Jungkook scolding the man before turning his full attention to you, making sure you were alright. You consider this to be the first time you truly started looking at him as your husband, a feeling of warmth blooming inside you.
How foolish you were to let that feeling grow.
You're attending the gala alone this year, without him.
Possessing no desire to call attention to yourself this year, you've chosen a rich, navy blue gown instead. It's subtle yet sophisticated. Made out of the finest silk, its silhouette is sleek and falls straight down to the floor without any extravagant frills. The neckline is simple too, paired with a tasteful open back. There are no flashy accessories or embellishments, just a straightforward, classic design. You find the gown beautifully elegant, and nowhere near as bold as your previous one.
"Here it is Ms. __," Hana chips from afar, her heels clacking against the polished floor tiles. In her hand is a generously sized garment bag, your dress flowing underneath.
"Thank you so much, Hana," you say, taking the gown from her hand. "Again, I'm sorry for my tardiness picking this up. I hope you have a wonderful night."
You leave the boutique, the sun having already set.
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The Winter Gala takes place on the top floor of Seoul's most luxurious hotel, specifically in its grand ballroom. The walls are adorned with gold trim, and its floors are elegantly lined with polished black marble. Above, a magnificent glass chandelier glimmers, catching the moonlight filtering through the surrounding glass windows.
Despite being a private event, the gala attracts a whole slew of press and locals who eagerly gather on either side of the hotel's front doors, treating it as a prime spot for viewing the red carpet.
Physically, you're ready; dressed to the nines, and makeup done just right. Mentally, you're absent; secretly sipping a margarita at the end of the earth, wherever that is. The day finally comes for you to make an appearance at the Annual Winter Gala and it's clear, you're not prepared in the slightest.
Your nerves consume you as you sit in the backseat of your limousine. You protested against being dropped off at the front entrance. Hell, you hadn't even wanted to arrive in a limo. However, your PR team insisted you be seen arriving, happy to be supporting a charitable event for the eighth year in a row.
Reluctantly, you complied.
Chim šŸ„: I wish I could be there with you tonight šŸ˜ž No matter what, don't let those snobs get into your head. You look stunning and you have nothing to be ashamed of! [sent at 6:23 pm]
"Thank you, love," you whisper to aloud upon reading your best friend's endearing message. Before you can craft a reply, your door is flung open, with harsh flashes of cameras blinding you. When you step out of the limo, you hear a mix of passionate cheering and interrogative remarks.
"Ms. __, could you share with us your experience of attending the gala without Jeon Jungkook by your side for the first time?"
"Ms. __, it's unexpected to see you here this year, especially considering your recent separation from your ex-husband, who is also on the guest list!"
"Ms. __, how do you plan to navigate the evening's festivities without the familiar presence of your former partner?"
Just keep walking __. If you can just get inside the building and tune out the noise, you'll be fine. You coach yourself with every step, but make little progress with the amount of discomfort only skyrocketing. Your photos are being taken, and questions barrage you from all angles. To top it off, you feel a strong migraine coming on and oh fuckā€” is that the devil now?
You don't have to glance back to guess the sudden increase in cheering is due to the arrival of another hot A-lister. It has to be Jungkook with a new woman by his side. You think he wouldn't bring a date to an event like this, even if she were a hire? You'd be horribly mistaken.
You fight against the urge to turn around and confirm if your suspicions are true.
"__!" a voice calls out, which you ignore.
But wait a minute.
You stop in your tracksā€”that's not Jungkook's voice at all; itā€™s far too raspy.
Peeking over your shoulder, your jaw falls open as you see Kim Taehyung steps behind you wearing a boxy grin on his face. He's dressed to the hills with a shiny maroon, Louis Vuitton suit hugging his slim waist. Quite handsome, per usual, but what is he doing here?
Taking the initiative, Taehyung strides next to you and waves to the crowd charismatically. ā€œMy movie shoot wrapped up early so I thought Iā€™d swing by and see what all the excitementā€™s about,ā€ he says.
You observe how easy it is for him to appease the crowd, a skill youā€™re still working to sharpen.
ā€œTae-ā€ you begin.
He then turns to you and looks straight into your eyes. You shiver at from the sudden intensity.
ā€œI got an invitation too, and the gala happens to support a cause that I find close to my heart.ā€ His voice lowers for the next part, allowing only your ears to hear. ā€œI also didnā€™t want you having to be alone this evening, __. I hope I didnā€™t overstep my boundaries.ā€
Taehyungā€™s words manage to coax you away from your previously frazzled state, comforting you as the chaos quiets around you.
ā€œThank you, Taehyung. You didnā€™t, donā€™t worry,ā€ you reply, giving a tight-lipped smile. ā€œItā€™s actually a good thing you came since youā€™re basically the second face of my company after all.ā€
ā€œIā€™m happy to hear that. Weā€™ve been working so well together recently, and I donā€™t want to ruin it. May I?ā€ He offers you an arm.
ā€œYou may.ā€ You slip your arm into his and continue towards the hotel entrance. You admit youā€™re glad to see him.
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With Taehyung nearby, your apprehensions of the night start to subside. Heā€™s not always beside you, slipping away to mingle often, yet his mere presence relaxes you. You havenā€™t even thought about Jungkook to be honest. Well, maybe a little bit.
You take a sip of the drink in your hand and casually scan the ballroom until bingo, you spot your ex-husband by the bar in the middle of half a dozen people. Figures heā€™s the center of attention, effortlessly tethering people to himself. Jungkook loves the spotlight, and the spotlight loves him. As you continue watching him from across the room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirls within you; longing, sorrow, anger. You haven't seen him in over two months, it feels surreal.
Memories of your time together come flooding back all at onceā€”both the good and the bad, yet mostly bad. It's strange how someone you were once so close to can suddenly feel like a stranger. You allow your gaze to linger a moment longer, curious to conclude a date is nowhere in sight. Perhaps youā€™re mistaken and theyā€™ve merely slipped away for a second. Youā€™re positive he wouldā€™ve brought someone.
Bitterly, you gulp down another sip of your drink. When you place your glass down, you nearly choke at the sight of Jungkook's dark eyes burning holes at you. You avert your gaze immediately, silently begging that he didnā€™t just witness you staring at him and take it as an unsolicited invitation to come over.
ā€œSo,ā€ a provocative voice unexpectedly slides next to you. ā€œLooks like you just traded one bachelor for the next __. Iā€™m shocked to see youā€™ve shown up to our little soirĆ©e.ā€
Oh god, you roll your eyes, recognizing the owner of the slithery voice like the back of your hand. You do not have the stamina for this tonight.
ā€œKathy," you greet with the fakest, yet sweetest smile possible. "Nice seeing you again. I haven't seen you since last year. How's the baby?"
"Oh please," she scoffs. "Don't try to deflect, sweetie. We both know it's you who is of far more... intrigue. If you understand my gist."
You want to hurl at this woman's condescending tone. Nothing gets under your skin more than someone your age calling you sweetie. It's not endearing in the slightest, especially when it's Kathy Lee, Director of CommaTen. You despise each other, likely because you both hit it big in the industry at a young age. Meeting someone who reminds you so closely of yourself isn't always a blessing.
ā€œAnyway, as I was saying," she continues, brushing her hair behind an ear. "I have quite the bone to pick with you about stealing that actor from me. Kim Taehyung was mine first, you know."
Hers? She speaks as if a person can be owned. You won't lie, you're surprised Taehyung agreed to partner with you at a time when most of Seoul's elites have turned against you. You're naive to assume that his support wouldn't backfire on his reputation. On the other hand, he's been your endorser for two months now and his following remains fully intact.
ā€œTo be frank, I didn't know the two of you were talking business at all," you respond to the accusations with composure, though burning up inside. "But of course, he's free to make his own decisions, can't he? Whatever the reason, something must have enticed him."
ā€œYouā€”" Offended by your insinuation that your offer was better than hers, Kathy doesn't stop what comes next. "We both know the only reason why Kim Taehyung's with you is because Jungkook left you! And you need the extra publicity, isn't that right?"
Fuck. Well, now you're really fucking embarrassed because, at that moment, everyone in the room shifts their attention your way. A pin drop could be heard in the entire ballroom since even the live band ceased their playing.
This is why you didn't want to come. Your fingers fumble with the fabric of your gown.
ā€œDon't act like you're above me just because your company might be worth more than mine, __. We'll catch up with you soon," Kathy spits her final words before spinning around and triumphantly walking away.
Don't cry, you tell yourself. Everyone's staring at you; the press, your peers, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Don't you dare cry.
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As the murmurs of conversation gradually resume around you, you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath. Kathy's words were nothing but a feeble attempt to save her own face. Besides, what company doesn't have at least one endorser?
"Are you alright?" Taehyung's low, gentle voice catches your attention as he swiftly returns to your side, no doubt influenced after witnessing Kathy's verbal jab.
You manage a tight-lipped smile, nodding faintly as you attempt to push back the overwhelming wave of humiliation. "I will be," you reply, though the words feel hollow even to your own ears.
His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you.
"I hope you don't take her words to heart, __," he mutters. "I chose to become your partner because I genuinely believe in your product. I'm selective about who I support, so please trust me when I say it wasn't because of material gain or pity."
You're on the verge of responding to his reassurance when you catch sight of your ex-husband from the corner of your eye, striding his way over to you for the first time tonight. His expression is unreadable, so you brace yourself, unsure of what to expect.
"__," he starts, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable urgency. "Can we talk?"
You and Taehyung share a quick glance before you follow Jungkook out of the ballroom, seeking privacy.
As soon as you're out of earshot, Jungkook turns to you, his features softened by a hint of concern. "Hey," he starts. "I meant to get over to you sooner but got tied up. You know how it is."
"Yeah, I know," you respond, though you'd rather he didn't come over at all, especially after being dragged into the spotlight in front of all your peers and colleagues.
The two of you share an unsettling silence before he speaks again.
"You-You look good." He allows his eyes to rake up and down your body, causing you to cross your arms in discomfort. There was a time when his gaze brought a flutter of excitement, but now, you're not so sure it brings you the same pleasure.
"I'm sorry for what happened in there," he says. "You okay?"
"What?" you repeat, your eyes wide with surprise, stunned by his unexpected apology. "Am I okay?"
Where was this concern when he handed you the divorce papers nine months ago? Or when he willingly took advantage of your vulnerability that time in your office, only to disappear afterward, as if he hadn't just torn your heart out of your chest? You clench your fists, trying to contain the rising temperature of your anger.
"Yeah, about what she said about you," he clarifies. "It was uncalled for, and I feel horrible about it." He reaches out to touch you, but you instinctively step back, as if his touch would scorch you.
"Please, don't," you sigh, a trace of weariness in your voice. "It's fine."
"I'm serious __, I can have her charged with defamation for that. It wouldn't take much!" His insistence is unwavering, and it strikes your last nerve.
"You don't need to fight my battles for me, Jungkook," you suddenly snap, voice stern. "I'm not completely helpless now that you've divorced me!"
Jungkook's expression darkens, regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just trying to help."
"Help?" you repeat, doubtful. "How do you think that's going to look for me in the media? Jeon Jungkook slaps another high society member with a defamation charge for ex-wife. Thanks, but no thanks. I get enough of that as is."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know they've been difficult on you recentlā€”"
"Difficult?" you interject, your anger bubbling to the surface. "In case you haven't noticed my face is on every gossip magazine, billboard, press release, and anything else they can use to scorn me with. It's unbearable, especially since I still have a business to run."
Jungkook winces, clearly stung by your words. "Then let me help. I'll get them removed for you. I still care about you, __."
You scoff. "You care about me? Is that why you made me sign our divorce papers three months after you found out I wanted more than a fake marriage?"
His jaw clenches, gaze dropping to the floor guiltily. "It's not like that, __. I'm not trying to be an avoidant asshole. I want you to-"
"Find someone else. Yeah, I got it," you mutter bitterly, feeling a fresh wave of hurt wash over you.
"I'm sorry, __. I am."
You stare at him, torn between resentment and a lingering ache for the connection you once shared. Now, he's apologizing?
"So am I," you say, slowly backing away from him. "You don't have to do anything, Jungkook. I'm fine."
You then turn on your heels to return to the ballroom where Taehyung still waits for you, leaving your ex-husband standing in the hallway, alone.
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a/n: A much-needed confrontation between oc and jk eh? But... *laughs evilly*..this is not the end...LMK what you think! šŸ¤”šŸ¤
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