#the receptionist was like “it should be 10-15 minutes’ like i swear to god the doctor was on lunch or smthing lol

[maxxineminx]

So I went to a doctor Tuesday basically saying “hey I think I have a concussion I’d like to make sure its not too serious or whatever” and waited 45 minutes in the waiting room (I was the only patient In there) before I just had to leave bc my lunch break was over so I cannot confirm that I have a head injury.. but I mean I don’t remember anything about any of the past however many nights, I’ve been nauseas and have had a headache for the past whatever the fuck since I hit my head, and I’m dizzy as shit with no sense of direction. It’s so weird and like better not be permanent bc it’s scary and the job I start Tuesday is at night primarily lol

If it doesn’t start to resolve like I’ll go again on a day off but holy fuck it shouldn’t be that hard to see a doctor

[2seokfan]

Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 1

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

word count: 3.6k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary: 

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year?  So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a rollercoaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

note: Hi! This is my first fic ever! I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna read this but I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile so fuck it.

You kicked off your shoes and threw your purse on the couch.

“God my back hurts!” 

Honestly with the amount of random bodily aches you experience on a daily business you could pass for being 70 years old. But this time you knew where the pain stemmed from. You just had to fall asleep awkwardly after a night on your phone. And of course today was a work day and you slept past all THREE of your alarms. But you know that feeling when you sleep for a suspiciously long amount of time and something doesn’t feel right? That’s the sixth sense that saved your ass this morning because your internal body clock was like sweetie I think you’re late. 

You only had time to slap on some makeup, hoping it looked semi decent, and throw your greasy hair into a messy, but passable bun because no one wants to see an ugly receptionist. You had to skip your morning Starbucks drive-through routine because you’re about to be LATE, late so you grab your keys and start your car, booking it to work.

You work at a private hybrid clinic which pays a little better than most but that means you also have to deal with a lot of attitude from rich “owners” (you hate that word). And you sat weirdly at work today so that did nOThing to help your back pain. Also how come everybody decided to book an appointment today?? It’s Friday for god's sake why does everyone and their mothers decide it’s time to call the clinic and book a checkup. They get so mad at you when you say this whole month is filled. You can’t change the schedule though?? The calendar’s filled lady either get over it and settle for next month or fuck off (of course you don’t say that out loud cause you’ll get fired). Also someone yelled at you today because they didn’t like the magazine choices in the waiting room.

Anyways your day sucked and you couldn’t be happier being back in your tiny apartment to binge watch netflix stand-up comedies until you collapse. Well you say it’s your apartment but you actually have a roommate. She’s nothing like you though, she’s the epitome of responsibility. You agreed to live with her even though you met her through Craigslist because once you met her in person you deemed her genuine enough, and also found out she’s hardly ever at the apartment but she still pays rent on time?! You really hit the jackpot with her honestly. Cause you can be a little bit messy sometimes but even when she is home she never complains. The only negative side of having her as a roommate is that you never really had time to bond with her cause she’s so busy and over your league that even after a year you two still aren’t anything more than friendly acquaintances.

Alright time to get out of your work clothes and into nothing but your favorite oversized t-shirt with no pants on because that is what you deem home-appropriate attire. But before you turn on netflix your tummy is making “feed me” noises so it’s time to check the fridge. Damn no leftovers. Time to crack open one of those Trader Joe’s frozen meals you have stacked in the freezer. You blindly pick a box. Guess you’re having vegan tikka masala tonight. Not gonna lie though those frozen meals are actually not half bad. Or maybe you’ve been away from good home cooking for so long you’ve become desensitized? Who cares, you’re hungry. Also it’s Friday, so no harm in cracking open a bottle of wine right?

When you’re all settled on the couch with your favorite plush blanket on your legs, a random comedian on tv, and a full tummy, your mind drifts away. It’s Saturday tomorrow and you have the weekends off. Maybe you should do something fun for yourself to make up for the crap you had to deal with today. You text your best friend Karli. You know she’s awake since it’s only 10pm.

You: Hey girl wanna go to the beach or smth tmrw?? <3

Karli: Yaaas ok I don’t work!! What time?

You: and we can walk around all the fancy stores and get coffee from that place we love.

You: hmmm how bout meet there @11??

Karli: Sounds good sweetie want me to pick you up?

You: no its ok ill meet u there i need to buy groceries after

Karli: Kk love ya see you then!!!

You: love ya! night bby

Karli knows that when you say “go to the beach” you really mean walk along the beach and the nearby stores because it’s early June and prime tourist season. That means the sand is packed with people and their kids and the water’s probably filled with pee so you’re not really down for that. Also the expensive shops near the beach are so cute and you love walking around window shopping, pretending like you can actually afford any of the items on display.

The wine is now getting to you cause before you know it you find your eyelids getting heavy. You muster up your last ounce of strength to turn off the tv and force yourself out of the couch cause your poor back doesn’t need another excuse to keep hurting. As much as you don’t want to wash your face and brush your teeth, you have to because you don’t want makeup on your pillowcase tonight. And when you finally crawl into bed you knock out instantly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Oh fuck…”

You forgot that drunk you last night set an alarm today for 9am. Thank you drunk Y/N. 

Why 9am? Because you need to shower and get ready, plus the beach you’re going to is near the north part of the city, which is also the expensive part of the city, meaning it’s a LONG ways from where you live. But the stores are aesthetically pleasing and it contains both you and Karli’s favorite coffee shop so you’re willing to make the 25 minute drive. Karli doesn’t have to worry though because she lives a lot closer than you do. Girl has got her shit together. Honestly you’re just glad she decided to move back after graduate school cause the long distance friend thing sucks balls.

You hop in the shower and rinse yourself awake. The weather is perfect, warm but not too hot. Unlike many people who prefer to dress up for a nice outing, you’re just the opposite. You’ve been forced to dress in nice business attire with a full face of makeup all week. Hell no are you dressing up on your days off too. It’s a sweatpants and tank top kinda day so that’s exactly what you wear. Ever since college you’ve spoiled yourself into only wearing comfy clothes whenever you have the chance and it’s become a minor problem in your life. You have some perfectly nice jeans in the closet but you haven’t worn them in forever. And you’re not gonna wear them today either. And makeup? Who needs makeup? You’ll just go barefaced since you have no one to impress. Actually just kidding maybe a little concealer just to cover up a few rough spots but that’s IT. You’re still a little self conscious and you know you have to work on that but not today.

It’s now 10:15. You grab your purse from the couch, slip on your favorite pair of slides and head to your car. You’re the kind of person who absolutely needs music when you drive so you quickly start blasting your favorite playlist. Before you know it, you’re pulling up to the beach area. Parking is hard to find on the weekend but your lucky ass managed to squeeze into a street parking spot right as someone pulls out. You lock your car and make the trek to Cozy Coffeehouse, your favorite coffee shop hands down.

Karli is already here and she’s hopping up and down, waving at you. She looks super cute today in her little black dress and fishnets. She’s had the same taste since high school and you’re glad that even a Master’s degree hasn’t stopped her from dressing all punk on her days off. You jog over and give her a quick hug.

“Hey girl look at you!! You’re so cute!” You take in her makeup and you swear if she didn’t go the corporate route she definitely should have been a makeup artist. Her eyeshadow is amazing and you’ll never ever have the blending talent that she has, nor could you ever get your eyeliner to look that sharp.

“Aw thanks! You look comfy though I’m kinda jealous now maybe I should’ve dressed down.” 

“No I love your outfits! Besides, someone has to look nice in this relationship.”

You link arms and march into the cafe. It’s located near the fancy designer stores on a large hill overlooking the beach. When you step inside the whole atmosphere screams ‘cozy’, fitting its name perfectly. The interior is littered with mismatched sofas and armchairs but it somehow still looks aesthetically pleasing. Soft piano jazz is playing through speakers and when you step inside the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans immediately invades your nostrils.

You glance at their pastry display first. Today must be your lucky day because they have tiramisu and you absolutely love tiramisu but it’s usually sold out. No way in hell are you letting this chance slide, fuck breakfast norms you’re definitely getting a bite of that. Unfortunately you’re not a fan of sugary treats on top of sugary drinks so to balance things out you choose to order their house brew.

After you two order, you find a spot in one of the plush armchairs near the window and sit. You really are lucky today since window seats are usually taken. But not this time! You guys get to enjoy the gorgeous scenery displayed before you. The sun is bright, people are laying on the beach tanning, and kids are splashing each other with water. For the first time in awhile, you feel content with life, if only for a bit. 

Before long your orders are called out and you stand up to retrieve them. Once you’re settled, you break into conversation with Karli, eager to catch up on everything that happened since you two last spoke face-to-face. You talk about work, Karli’s boyfriend Sunny, that new pizza place that opened up near your apartment that actually has really shitty pizza.

“Like seriously how do you fuck up pizza that badly?” you exclaim in between generous bites of tiramisu.

“No I get you,” Karli responds, slurping her iced mocha frappuchino, “everybody knows what pizza is supposed to taste like, I mean it’s gotta take talent to actually fuck it up to the level you’re describing girl.”

“Exactly!!” You wave your arms in the air, wanting to physically demonstrate your frustration at the situation and your passion for good pizza.

“Anyways…” Karli gently sets her drink down and takes on a more serious tone. “How are you though, honestly.”

“Hmm, me?” You swallow your last bite of tiramisu, “I’m doing good. Works ok, life’s ok. You know. Everything’s… ok.”

“I get that everything’s ‘ok’ but you know I want you to be more than ok. I want you to be happy”

You see the genuine concern in her eyes. Bless this girl for being so soft-hearted.

She continues, “And when was the last time you dated? Like, what, 2 years ago??”

Of course she has to mention dating. Karli has always been a romantic. You? Not so much. Your brain tended to err on the logical, practical side, which is not always a good idea since it keeps you away from many potential relationships.

“I date!” You scoff, but you’re not convincing anybody, least of all yourself.

“Oh really?” Her eyes widen in mock surprise, “Tinder one night stands don’t count babe. You know what I mean.”

“Well you didn’t specify…” You mumble, trying to come up with any excuse to defend your pride. You know she’s just being a good friend and that she’s asking because she cares about you, so you don’t let her questions irritate you.

“Sweetie I’m not trying to make you feel bad and I’m sorry if it comes across that way. It’s just… you mean a lot to me and you’re my bestie and I just want to see you be happy.” She takes your hand from across the table and looks you in the eyes. “We don’t get to see each other as much as we used to, so when I do I want to check in on how you’re doing.”

Then she averts her eyes, which you find highly suspicious. “Also I may or may not have found someone who I KNOW will be a perfect match for you.”

“AHA I KNEW you were leading up to something!”

“Wait but hear me out. He’s an accountant and at first I was like hmmm is he too boring for Y/N? But then I realized I was judging him by his job and that’s not cool so I talked to him and he’s, like, actually super cute and super sweet and I think you two will get along so well!” She’s speaking very fast at this point, trying to squeeze out as much information as possible before you can interject. Then she finishes with one of her signature Karli smiles, big and wide and all teeth and she knows you can’t say no to that face.

“Dammit. Fine.” You lost this round. “Alright if he wants to meet up I won’t say no. How bout that?”

“Gee that’s so thoughtful of you Y/N.” Her tone is sarcastic but she’s still smiling so you know she means no harm.

After another half hour of conversation, locked in a heated debate about food again (this time she’s defending her stance that pineapple belongs on pizza), Karli’s phone rings. The sound scares the poor girl half to death, and watching her jump a mile from her couch had you snorting into your coffee mid drink.

She looks at the caller ID, muttering under her breath, “It’s Saturday what do they want?” then glances up with a sad little pout, “Sorry Y/N it’s work gimme a sec…”

From what you can hear on her side of the conversation, something has come up and she has to head to the office right away. 

“Ok I’ll be there in fifteen,” she hangs up and gives an exaggerated “Ughhhhh”. She takes one large gulp, finishing the last of her ultra sweet, ultra whipped frappuccino. “It’s like they can’t do anything when I’m not there.” She looks especially apologetic when her eyes land back on you, “I’m so sorry I have to cut this short…”

“Hey it’s ok! Duty calls ya know,” you give her a reassuring grin, hoping it passes for a smile instead of a grimace. You were really hoping to hang out today.

“No it’s not ok. We didn’t even get to walk around today! And I know how much you like to do that.” She stands up, slipping her purse onto her shoulder, “so next time I’ll plan a day where I guarantee I won’t get interrupted. It’s the least I can do.”

“Mk sounds good babe,” you give her a big hug, “Go get ‘em tiger!”

After she exits the cafe you finish the last bit of your coffee and glance out the window, staring at the people on the beach. Wow it’s really crowded down there today. You zone in on two kids attempting to build a sandcastle, but it’s too close to the water so the waves flatten it in two seconds. But it seems they didn’t learn their lesson because they keep rebuilding the castle in the same spot. Just move it further up little dudes.

You find yourself lost in thought again. Just because Karli’s suddenly busy doesn’t mean you don’t still have a whole day to yourself. You can walk around on your own. Also why not treat yourself to another drink? A fun one this time from their specials menu.

Ten minutes later you find yourself wandering around the various shops, hot hazelnut latte in hand, gazing at display after display of designer clothes and bags. Look, you may not be a huge fashion person, or have any expendable cash, but a girl can still appreciate art, especially when it’s laid out so nicely in front of you. 

Speaking of art, there’s an art gallery coming up that you absolutely love. You’ve always been too afraid to go inside because you’re the type of person who feels obligated to buy something if you enter a local store and you DEFinitely can’t afford anything there. So you opt to loiter outside, like some creep, looking a little too long at the featured art through the window. This time it’s an Impressionist style painting of a ship on hazy waters with a sunset in the background. You’re no artist but you can appreciate good quality work when you see it. The piece is mesmerizing and serene, transfixing you to the spot. Before you know it, you’ve been staring for 15 whole minutes.

While admiring the artist’s use of color on the display piece, you overhear a lady raising her voice not too far away, snapping you out of your trance. It sounds like drama, so being the nosy bitch that you are, you’re definitely gonna check it out, if only to satisfy your curiosity.

“What do you mean ‘no’?! You’ll be perfect for each other!! Where’s your owner I bet he’ll listen!” At this point the lady’s voice is sounding downright aggressive.

As you shuffle closer to the scene of the noise, you spot a middle-aged, blonde lady pointing her finger at two hybrid men, almost jabbing one of them in the chest with her sharp, ruby nails. Behind her stands a gorgeous female arctic fox hybrid who clearly belongs to her as she pats her owner’s shoulders, trying to calm her down.

“I’m sorry miss but we just aren’t interested.” The taller of the two hybrids with orange hair speaks up, gently pushing the lady’s hands away. “Please leave us alone.” He’s being surprisingly calm, even after getting yelled at in public.

“Yeah lady get out of our faces,” the other white and grey haired hybrid is definitely more agitated, crossing his arms as he huffs in annoyance. You don’t blame him since the blonde lady is being ridiculously rude.

You can’t really make out the two males’ faces, since they’re turned away from you, but they are obviously hybrids. Both having incredibly bushy, soft-looking tails and tall, pointy ears sticking out of their heads.

Even if you can’t see their expressions, you can tell they’re uncomfortable with the harassment. Since you’re still somewhat unaware of the context, you stay out of the argument but decide to keep an eye on the situation in case the lady steps out of line. You’re just slightly around the corner, able to stay a safe distance away so that no one, especially the lady, can catch you eavesdropping. Pretending to admire the Gucci purses displayed in front of the shop you’re now standing at, and almost choking at the price, you cautiously side-eye blondie as she refuses to back down from the hybrid boys.

“Listen here you rude little pets, I’m not leaving you alone until I see your owner. My Sylvia here,” she gestures to the fox hybrid behind her, “would make a perfect partner for you.” She pokes the orange haired hybrid again, “I’ve been searching so long for her to find a mate and I’m not giving you up! Now where the hell is your owner!”

What the fuck?! How dare this lady talk to them like that? And in public no less! You now know exactly why she’s yelling at them. Working at a private hybrid clinic has opened your eyes to the harsh world of hybrids, and their selfish, rich owners. It’s not uncommon for owners to negotiate with each other and breed their hybrids. If two pretty hybrids mate, their children can be sold for loads of money. It's cruel and disgusting, with many of the children sold off before they can even get to know their parents. You’re all too familiar with this tradition, often catching owners in the waiting room of your clinic discussing in whispers about buying and selling hybrid children as if they’re livestock.

“Hey what the fuck did you call us?!” The white and grey hybrid is now also raising his voice. “Listen you wrinkly bi…!” He is quickly silenced by the orange hybrid, who abruptly clamps his hand over his buddy’s mouth.

Orange hair clears his throat. “What he means is, we don’t appreciate the tone you’re using with us. Please leave us alone ma’am. We’ll be on our way. Goodbye.” They attempt to brush past her.

“Hey hold on a minute! I’m not done with you!!” This lady even has the balls to grab onto orange hair’s arm. “I demand to speak to your owner!” Then some sort of realization dawns upon her because her eyes go wide, then quickly narrow. “And where are your collars? Aren’t owned hybrids supposed to have collars on? You know I just might have to call Hybrid Services.” 

You can see the boys visibly tense at her words as she sports a satisfied smirk. Poor Sylvia is now gently tugging on her shirt. “Please calm down, miss…” she says desperately trying to remedy the situation.

Before you know it, and without any plan of action, you round the corner and march up to the boys, standing defensively in front of them.

“Um…” You gulp, then clear your throat, speaking in what you hope is a more confident tone. “Sorry I took so long guys! You wouldn’t believe the line at the coffee shop!”

Next

[maknaesdancersrappers]

jaehyun + if by chance

i. baby dont like it

ii. does she know/she’s not me

song used: x

warnings: swearing / explicit words, unedited

a/n: y’all asked for ONE LAST installment for this and i’ll make it lengthy so it could be worth your time and read ((and holy shit it’s at 6.4k))

-

Graduating from college meant a lot of things for you. It meant new beginnings; you’d move away from your parents to start working on your own, it meant being independent, it meant making new friends.

It meant leaving Jaehyun behind.

Ever since that night you had confronted him in front of his girlfriend’s home, you never talked to him again. Even when both of you were in your circle of friends, you paid him no attention. For some reason, his girlfriend stopped coming with him when your circle of friends got together but you honestly only noticed when Winwin innocently pointed it out. Maybe Jaehyun told her to back off and she decided to stop hanging out with them, but really, you don’t care.

He also never talked to you again, but there were times when you’d catch him approaching you, only to turn away when you see him or he would just look at you, as if he was debating himself or always hesitant with his moves, and you would move away from him, escaping whatever conversation he wanted to spark up.

It was weeks of avoiding and dodging chances of being alone together, but you were able to graduate with what you forced yourself to believe was peace.

It’s been a couple of years since you’ve graduated and you have been jumping from job to job to find one that suited you the most. Among the guy friends you had back in school, you only kept in touch with Yuta since he lived closest and worked in the same area where your apartment was. He would eat out with you from time to time, depending on your schedules.

You had recently gotten passed a job screening and orientation for all the new applicants would be today at 10 AM. Something in your gut told you this was the job you’d be sticking to and Yuta, who all of a sudden declared to be your new best friend (not that you were complaining since he was all you got in the city,) decided to treat you dinner after the orientation.

Before you could even worry about where to eat, you had to get ready for the orientation. You dressed simply, opting for a smart casual outfit with a ‘no makeup’ makeup look. The building was a 15-minute Uber away and you were there with a few minutes to spare before the call time.

The receptionist directed you to the conference room where 3 other new applicants were already seated and talking amongst themselves. You greet them and introduce yourself as you take a seat at the long table with them.

You learn their names to be Miyoung, Jangmi, and Sora, and as it turns out, they’re all roommates.

“Don’t worry, we’re not the type to ostracize people.” Miyoung shrugs when she catches your expression after learning they were already close friends.  “Who knows, maybe you’d click with the last applicant.”

“There’s one more?” You eye the empty seat in front of you. “Well, she’s not gonna make a good impression if she’s not here in the next minute.”

“Maybe she took her time with makeup, I know someone in this room did.” Jangmi side eyes Sora, who flips her off.

Just then, the door opens and your chest constricts. She is definitely not a she.

Your mouth goes dry a little; he looked more mature, features a little more defined and body thicker with muscles under the fitting clothes he wore. His cheeks and ears red with embarrassment knowing he was almost late and he sported those dimples, smiling when he greets the other girls, only to falter when his eyes met yours.

Jung Jaehyun had become a man since you last saw him.

But then you are reminded of all the tears you have cried because of him, the pain you’ve suffered for being his side chick; for being his second option, so you collected yourself, sat up straight and swallowed hard. You had to prove that you’ve moved on.

As the girls introduce themselves one by one, you were faced with two options: either you greet him casually like the old friend he is, or you pretend you never knew him and just hope to god that he plays along. You thought it was petty to choose the latter, but you end up choosing that option when Miyoung finishes her introduction and looks over to you.

“I’m [Y/N].” You keep your composure despite hurriedly saying your name.

He looks taken aback with your reaction, minutely frowning before giving a polite smile. “My name is Jaehyun.”

As the other girls animatedly talk to him, trying to make him feel welcome since he’s apparently the only male applicant, you busy yourself on your phone. You send consecutive stressed text messages to Yuta, still typing in proper grammar and punctuation despite wanting to abuse the capslock out of your phone.

He doesn’t reply, obviously, because he’s at work but you hope he checks his phone during his bathroom breaks.

Jangmi tries to rope you into the conversation, but luckily for you, the HR head enters the room and starts the orientation.

During the tour of all 18 floors of the building, you kept your distance from Jaehyun, tagging right behind the HR head while he lingers at the back of the small crowd. You could feel him staring at you and the only you can do about it is ignore him and pay attention to what the HR was talking about.

The orientation ended at the cafeteria where all of you had a free late lunch before being divided into the teams you were sorted into. You mostly stuck with Miyoung, who was generally clingy upon meeting you, while Jangmi kept Jaehyun company through random observations during the tour.

The five of you ate at one table, talking about random things until the conversation was about relationships. All three of the girls were apparently taken, with both Sora and Jangmi being engaged, while Miyoung had a slow relationship with her boyfriend.

“How about you, [Y/N]?” Miyoung nudges you with her shoulder.

Caught off guard as you saw Jaehyun’s eyes flicker down to your phone when Yuta’s face comes on screen for an incoming phone call, you blurt out, “Y-yeah! I’m, uh, seeing someone.”

“Is that him?” She peers over your phone and frowns when the call ends, “Oh no, he dropped it.”

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s just checking up on me.” You guessed he’s read the 20+ messages you left him.

“Yuta, was it?” She ponders for a moment, “Is he Korean?”

You shake your head, “No, he’s Japanese. We met in college but only got together after graduation.” You were surprised with how steady your voice was while lying and even more so the fact you weren’t cringing at the thought of having Yuta as a boyfriend. The whole time you told your little lie, you haven’t spared Jaehyun a glance in fear of his reaction.

“Aw, that’s cute.” Sora comments, taking a sip from her water bottle. “How about you, Jaehyun?”

“Ah,” He sighs, “I’m single.”

This made you finally look at him. There was a tinge of pink on his cheeks as he pushed the contents of his rice bowl around with his chopsticks, avoiding the curious smiles of the other three.

“I don’t believe it. A face like that can’t be single.” Jangmi shakes her head, to which he shyly laughs at.

“I’ve been single since I graduated college.” His voice trails off and his gaze is set on you.

It doesn’t take you long enough to understand what he was trying to silently tell you. Anger bubbled inside you all of a sudden. Was he suggesting he had broken up with his girlfriend because of you? Was that the reason why she stopped showing up during hang outs or parties? What was he trying to say, that he chose you over her?

“Do you plan to look for love here then?” You don’t even know who suggested that because Jaehyun’s answer made your ears ring and his affectionate, but melancholic gaze made you glare.

“I was hoping it would find me.”

You’re years late, you wanted to scream.

Your phone rings and you thank the heavens that Yuta was calling you. “Excuse me, it’s probably about our dinner reservations for our anniversary.” You say in one breath and this time, you actually cringed. Who on earth tells that much information in one sentence to a bunch of people they just met?

They all congratulate you, sans Jaehyun, who simply stared with an unreadable expression.

You thank them before picking up the call and hurrying outside.

Yuta was hounding you with questions before you can say hello and to shut him up, you just tell him straight away, “I told him we’re dating.”

“You wHAT?!”

You wince at his screeching, pulling your phone away briefly. “I’m just as disgusted, don’t worry.”

“Then why’d you say we were dating? Do you honestly think he’d believe that I, of all people, would be dating someone seriously?”

“Hey,” You scold, “You’ve changed since your fuck boy days back in college, you need to give yourself more credit.”

“He doesn’t know that!”

“Then prove it to him later if he sees you! Kiss my forehead or something when you pick me up.”

“[Y/N].”

You grimace at his tone. “What?”

“You said you moved on.”

“I know and I have, it’s just…” You groan, “The other applicants asked me about my relationship status before him and I assumed he was still together with her. I didn’t want it to seem like I’ve been single and depressed all my life.”

“You are.” He rudely cuts in.

“You’re a dick, you know that?”

“No, I have a dick. And it’s my best asset.”

“Ew. Don’t be gross. I’ll see you later, oh and by the way, today’s our anniversary.”

When you went back inside, it was just time for you guys to be sorted out into your respective departments.

And lo and behold, you were in Marketing with Jaehyun.

The Marketing department head was a nice man, had a wrinkled, eye smile, but still looked young.. “Nice to meet both of you, I’m Jungsu and I should have prepared for both of you to do something, but it’s been such a crazy week that it slipped my mind that I had to give you guys your daily task.”

“Well, we can help alleviate you from some the work?” You suggest and Jungsu hums at the thought.

“It’s a mundane task, but I need some organizing and filing of the documents we’ve accumulated. Are you two sure about doing that?”

Once you’ve assured him that both of you are willing and okay with it, he leads you to a room full of metal organizers and a table overflowing with manila folders and envelopes. Jungsu leaves with another apology and you pick up the first folder on top of the pille, scanning through the papers.

As you look around to find the cabinet it’s supposed to go into, you hear Jaehyun clear his throat.

“Yuta-hyung?”

You don’t look at him and continue your task, “Yeah. He was all I had when I moved out here.”

That struck Jaehyun inside his chest. “But he’s…”

“He was.” You defend, turning back to the table and picking out another document to sort.

In the corner of your eye, you see him move and look through a manila folder. It was silent after that and it was only what felt like half an hour later when he breaks it with, “Are you happy?”

The pile of papers on the table lessened, but there were still a lot to file. You look up from the folder you were reading to look at him for the first time since both of you started working in the room. He looked genuinely curious, eyebrows a little scrunched and lips formed in a straight line.

Were you happy? You know he was asking about being with Yuta and obviously you don’t have an answer to that since the apparently-year-long relationship was just formed in a measly minute. So opted to answer in context of how you have been without him, per se. You open your mouth to answer but shut it close immediately, realizing you didn’t have an exact answer.

Were you?

After you graduated and moved away, you convinced yourself it was because you wanted to start fresh and new. However in reality, you just wanted to move away from him. The years without seeing and hearing of him had helped you forget about him, thinking you had finally moved on.

But seeing him now, having him so close, you’re starting to think you never actually did.

“Yes.” You croak out when you’ve stretched out the time for you to answer for too long. “I am.”

He nods, “I’m glad to hear that.” and he gives you one of the most sincere, yet heartbreaking smile you have ever seen grace his face--or anyone, for that matter.

And it pinched your heart to see it, so much so that you turned away, walking to a cabinet and stuffing the folder you were just reading inside. You take a deep breath, scolding yourself for being affected by it.

Until the table was cleared and the last file was sorted, you and Jaehyun had not exchanged anymore words. The silence was bearable and there wasn’t really any tension in the air because when Jungsu came in to tell you guys you could go home for the day, he didn’t comment on the atmosphere he walked into.

You met up with the girls at the elevator and boarded it with Jaehyun. They also didn’t seem to notice anything strange between you and him, choosing to talk about the software they had to work with under the graphics team.

Yuta was already at the lobby waiting for you, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he leaned against a column.

You see Jaehyun visibly tense up when he sees him, but you quickly run up to Yuta to even care why he reacted that way.

He sees you, putting his phone down but not really looked like he was all that excited until his eyes catch sight of Jaehyun. He flashes that smile he was always known for, throwing his arms around you for a hug. “Hello, love.”

“Gross. Don’t call me that.” You whisper into his ear as you hug him back, making him chuckle.

“If you want to sell this, than deal with it.” He whispers back, kissing your forehead like you told him to. “Let’s go?”

You nod as you let him lead you away. You didn’t look back anymore, but you were able to catch the one thing you didn’t want to see.

Jung Jaehyun’s disappointed face.

-

“I still don’t get why we have to pretend to be a couple.” Yuta grumbles before slurping on the ramen he had ordered. “This is a great way for you and Jaehyun to have closure.”

“What if I don’t want closure?” You twirling your chopsticks into the noodles.

“Then you’re basically admitting you haven’t moved on.”

You grimace at Yuta, hating the fact he was right. “But if you only heard him a while ago! Saying ‘I was hoping love would find me’ while staring right at me! Does he think after all these years, I would still be in love with him?”

“Well, aren’t you?” He scoffs and you kick his shin under the table, eliciting a yelp. “Ow!”

“You’re being a horrible boyfriend!”

“Because I’m better at being your best friend!” He scowls, “Aha! Maybe that’s something Jae and I have in common! Or,” He follows up, seeing your eyes narrow and fist tighten around your chopsticks, “Not! Look, if you want my honest opinion, give the guy a chance. Maybe not in love, but maybe become friends again? Where’s the harm in that?”

“I could fall in love with him all over again.”

“[Y/N], you can’t fall into something you haven’t fallen out of yet.”

And you promptly kick him in the shin again.

-

When you return to work the next morning, you were given a cubicle to work in and you were glad that your work station was at least 4 cubicles away from Jaehyun. You had a scheduled ID picture taking before lunch with the others and while waiting for that, you browsed through previous reports and researches on sales and advertising in the computer’s files. Before you know it, someone was tapping your shoulder.

It was Jaehyun. “Hey, they’re calling us for our photos to be taken.”

“Oh, okay.” You quickly put the computer into sleep mode before following Jaehyun out.

And that was the only conversation you two had for the entire day.

Every day after that, the only interactions you had were greeting each other a good morning or goodbye when it was time to go home. Even during lunch, neither of you would talk to each other and let the Roommates, as you now called them, fill the silence up.

You would notice how he’d stop eating when one of the Roommates ask you about Yuta and do your best not to stutter over your lie. It would seem you were doing a good job at it since he seemed so affected by it. You felt powerful, for some reason, maybe because you were finally letting him experience what you had gone through because of him. It was mean, you have to admit, but a large part of you believes he deserves it.

The days fly by and they turn into weeks, mundane tasks turn into gruesome paperworks that started to pile up day after day. But all of the hard work and working overtime was paid off during the first pay day.

The Roommates suggested to go out for a drink and you agree. Jangmi had managed to rope Jaehyun in and by eight o’clock, all five of you were seated in a dingy booth and ordering shots. You could hold alcohol well, but that doesn’t mean your mouth would coordinate. You were a talkative drunk, amongst other traits alcohol can bring out of you. Jaehyun, as you remember, holds alcohol the best among your circle of college friends. He was a quiet, happy drunk, and you’ll know he’s reached his limit when his face and ears are red.

As the Roommates gossipped about the happenings in their department, you catch Jaehyun lazily smiling at you.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feel conscious about your appearance.

“Nothing.” He shrugs, “I’m just glad we met again.”

You cast a glance at the Roommates, but they didn’t seem to hear him over the music and their own voices. “Okay.”

“I’m also glad Yuta’s changed and is keeping you happy.”

Your fingers twitch around the shot glass, lowering your head. “Thanks--”

“But,” He cuts you off, making you look up at him through your lashes. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about--”

It was your turn to cut him off, but instead of words, you bolted out the booth and made a beeline for the exit, leaving some money on the table before leaving. You can hear them call out for you, Jaehyun’s voice absent amongst them, and you guessed it was better that way.

-

The next morning, you run into Jaehyun in the break room, getting coffee for the hangover you supposed both of you had.

“Good morning.” He greets, like always.

“Morning.” You whisper, taking your mug and filling it halfway with the coffee from the maker.

Jaehyun hands you the fresh milk he had previously used. “You still like your coffee with half of it with milk?”

You nod, preparing your drink.

And you think he’d let you be, but he starts talking again.

“[Y/N], about last night--”

“Can we not?”

“But--”

“Jaehyun.”

“I just want to be friends again.”

You stare up at him, watching his face contort in a frustrated frown.

“I just… I just want to be friends again with you.” His voice was soft. “That’s why I wanted to apologize.”

Your lips part to reply, but he’s beaten you by talking again.

“But if you don’t want to, I respect that and--”

“No, we can be friends again.” You say without thinking and he pauses.

“Really?”

You sigh to yourself, it’s not like you can take back what you said, so you nod your head. “Yeah.”

Jaehyun smiles, the kind that makes his eyes into crescents, his nose scrunch, and his dimples appear. The smile that made you smile. “Okay. Well, I have to summarize last week’s meeting for the new campaign. Here,” He hands you three packets of sugar. “These are the last ones in the cupboard.”

“Oh, thanks.” You stare at the packets in your hands before watching him leave. Your lips quirk into a smirk. He still remembers how you had your coffee: half milk with three servings of sugar.

Satisfied with your coffee, you walk back to your cubicle, seeing Jaehyun from his. He takes a sip of his coffee and winces, his reaction making you chuckle to yourself.

It was only when you sat yourself down did you realize he didn’t put sugar in his coffee so you could have yours like how you wanted it.

-

Just like that, your relationship with Jaehyun improved. You had your friendly banters again like before, but you can see him hesitating from time to time, probably because he was still under the impression that you were with Yuta.

Speaking of, Yuta had been elated with the news and demanded to be fake broken up with effective immediately, and like always, you responded with your middle finger.

After another month passes by and both of you were now well acquainted with most of the employees. Somehow, word got around that you were not single so most of the male employees kept their conversations with you at a professional, but friendly manner.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, was constantly flocked with female workers, even from different departments--from different floors. It was entertaining to watch because it reminded you of your school days with him. Watching all these girls fling themselves at Jaehyun when it was obvious he wasn’t interested. But at the same time, you felt bitter because the only reason why he didn’t entertain them back then was because you were entertaining each other.

So what was stopping him now?

-

Everything has been platonic between you and Jaehyun. He’s asked about meeting Yuta, but his schedule never matched any of yours and it just so happened he had to go back to Japan for a his sister’s wedding.

He asked if you were going to the company anniversary party and you said you were because it meant free food and booze.

“You really haven’t changed, [Y/N].” He laughs and you simply shrug your shoulders at him.

He offers to pick you up, but you turn him down. You had to run an errand for Yuta since he wasn’t at his apartment and someone had to feed his pets.

The party was held in a rented out club during Friday night, you were actually quite late because Yuta’s pets were way too playful and you had to clean up the mess they made.

When you finally arrived, almost everyone was drunk and jumping to the music. You wave at Miyoung, who seems sober, unlike her roommates who looked like they were just about pass out but still downed shots. She points behind you and you follow her finger.

Among a group of guys, which you recognized as the IT department, was Jaehyun, boisterously laughing while holding a bottle of beer. Even in the bad lighting, you could tell he was drunk with how dark his ears have become.

You approach the group and it was Jaehyun who greets you first.

“Hey! You made it!” He grins and you uneasily return it.

“Yeah.. are you… okay? Maybe you should stop the drinking?”

One of the IT guys, Jun, laughs, “This guy has some great tolerance with alcohol! He’s pushing himself to the limit.”

This makes you worry. “Hey, Jae, maybe you should stop.”

“Jae? Jae!” He howls, “I haven’t heard that nickname from you since college!”

Another IT guy, Wooseok, cocks his head, “You guys know each other from college?”

You open your mouth to answer, but Jaehyun beats you to it.

“College? Oh no, we go way back. We’ve been friends since we were in diapers. Heck, we were best friends!”

You’ve never seen Jaehyun this drunk before and it was scaring you for some reason.

“Man!” He hollers, “[Y/N] and I went through thick and thin together. She meant the world to me, but guess what? Ha! I had to fuck that up!”

“Jaehyun.” You try to grab his arm but he’s swaying around so much that he slipped through your grasp.

“I fucked our relationship up because I. fucked. her.”

You were frozen in place, ice cold dread flooding your veins. Even the amused smiles of the guys around him started to falter.

“Repeatedly!” He laughs, “And you would think because she just meant so much to me, I would make her my girl, but no! I went out and got myself a girlfriend for some stupid ass reason. And here’s the catch, fellas, [Y/N] and I still got it on behind my girlfriend’s back.”

Jun lets out a low whistle of disapproval.

At this point, you don’t even know how to react. You just stood there, staring at this man that looked like your best friend and had the knowledge of the past, but spoke nothing like him.

“Honestly, I was never even in love with my girlfriend-- my ex-girlfriend. Ah, she knew how to punch, seriously.” Jaehyun absentmindedly rubs his jaw. “I thought I could make things right with you, I-I didn’t know how but before I knew it, I was too late. You got Yuta, of all people, who makes you happy and I know it’s selfish but I pray everyday he would break your heart and have you run to me.”

You suddenly felt angry. Not at him, but at yourself, because what he was saying was true. You and Yuta might not be dating, but if anything happens, you would be running to Jaehyun. You wanted to respond to him. Scream at him. Anything. But you did what you always did best: you turned around and ran away.

-

It was the Saturday noon after the party and you were curled up on the couch, staring at the television.

You haven’t slept properly since you came home last night. You remember crying your eyes out before you can even open the door and stumbling around the house to get your clothes off. You tried to shower it off, the bad memories and the reopened wounds, but you still feel horrible inside.

The television was off. You never turned it on. You just stared at your reflection, the black tint of it all represented your mood. You’ve never felt so alone before.

You finally admit to yourself that you never truly did move on from Jaehyun.

You could have easily replaced him, now that you think of it. There were countless men that had flirted with you, some were decent enough and actually passed your standards, but you never got into a relationship, not even one hook-up since you graduated.

You always thought it was because you were waiting for the one, but now you were beginning to think you were actually waiting for Jaehyun.

You start to tear up again when you can feel your chest ache because you realize Jaehyun broke up with her to choose you even though you told him to choose her. It started to scare you just how deeply in love you are with, but just couldn’t swallow your pride long enough to accept it.

There was a knock on your door and you didn’t think much of it as you wipe your eyes before answering it.

“Please don’t close the door on me.”

You gripped on the doorknob and you swear your knuckles had turned white, nevertheless you stood still and looked at Jaehyun.

He was still in the clothes from the night before and he reeked of the alcohol he had consumed.

“And you don’t have to let me in, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He starts off, “I remember everything I said to you last night. I know what I was saying, I just… I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” was your instinctive answer but he hushes you.

“No, it’s not okay. I embarrassed you in front of them and I’m fucking up our friendship all over again. God! I’m still so stupid.” He scolds himself, “I’m sorry about wanting Yuta to break your heart. I just… it’s selfish, but I wanted you to know that if he does, I’d be here for you, like… an option.”

You inhaled deeply, nodding your head to show you understood his words.

“I’m also really sorry about… before. I knew how I felt about you and I disregarded it, along with your feelings. I just thought you wanted everything to be physical between us so when I started falling for you, I had to express it elsewhere. That’s where she came in… and I thought maybe I would get serious with her because she’s the perfect description of the type of girl you’d bring home but she’s…” His voice trails off, “She’s not--She’s not you, [Y/N].”

“I don’t know how to respond to what you’re saying.” You quietly admit, casting your eyes downwards to your feet.

“You don’t have to. You can even forget about me telling you, I just had to get it off my chest.” Jaehyun sighs, “Well, I don’t want to hold you up any longer. I probably ruined your day by being here. I’ll get going now.”

You glance up at him when he hasn’t moved after saying he’d go.

“I-I just… I meant what I said before.” He clears his throat. “I’m really am glad that Yuta makes you happy.” He halfheartedly smiles before turning around to leave.

You shut your eyes, feeling a familiar pricking sensation, as your head pounded and chest constrict, “Jae.”

He stops halfway down the hallway and looks over his shoulder.

“Yuta and I…” You shake your head, allowing the tears slip down the corners of your eyes, “We’re not dating. We never were.”

It takes a moment for him to respond, a sad smile on his lips. “I know.”

“W-what? How?”

“I was your best friend, [Y/N]. I know you. I know when you lie.” He fully faces his body towards you, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

A blush manages to find its way across your cheeks, “Then why didn’t you call me out on it?”

“I don’t know. I thought you wanted to show me that you didn’t need me to be happy; that you were fine without me and that you’ve moved on.” He shrugs, chuckling shortly afterwards, “I almost believed it at one point and it hurt, you know, but I guess I deserved that because that’s what I made you go through, right?” He watches you for a bit with a clear frown, “Why are you crying?”

If he hadn’t asked, you wouldn’t have noticed. Your tears had collected on your chin, some dropping to the floor while some continued down your neck. You try to tell him something but sob comes out instead. You crumble to the floor and within seconds, Jaehyun is holding you in his arms and asking you what’s wrong.

“It’s not fair.” You choke out, “It’s been years without any contact, I’ve cried so much because of you. It’s only fair that I keep you out of my life but I just find myself letting you back in.”

“If you want me to leave, then I’ll leave. I’ve hurt you enough.” He whispers into your ear.

“But I,” Your lips quiver, feeling defeated as you finally let go of your pride, “I miss you. Oh god, Jaehyun, I missed you so much.” You bury yourself into his arms, holding onto his shirt with a death grip as if he’d disappear if you held him any looser.

“Shh, I missed you, too. Please stop crying.”

And you honestly did try to calm yourself down, but everything was just so overwhelming. You’ve forgotten what it was like to be hugged by him, how incredibly sweet and comforting he was. When you moved out here for the first time, you felt so alone and all you wanted to do was call him up, but you had to stop yourself every time and end up crying on your bed. When you tried to go out and meet new guys, you’d recoil every time because none of them were your type; none of them were Jaehyun.

-

You jolt awake, gripping the pillow under your head. It was dark in your room and the only light source was the moon outside. Your foggy mind cleared up a bit and you remembered Jaehyun.

Was it all just a dream?

Your eyes felt raw from crying. Pushing yourself up, you sit on the bed, dazed and confused. Have you been asleep all day? Disappointment overcomes you. It had felt real, though. His arms around you, the sweet nothings he whispered to calm you down. But you guess your emotions have gotten the better of you and heavily influenced your dream.

It said it was one AM on your alarm clock and you begrudgingly got off the bed to grab a bottle of water in the kitchen. You don’t open any lights, knowing your way around your apartment anyways. It was small either way, with the kitchen open to the living room. You open the fridge and let its light illuminate the rest of the room, taking out a bottle of water and drinking from it.

You hear what sounded like a snore from behind you, whipping your head to the direction of where it came from. You see an outline of mass on your couch and you move to the side to let the refrigerator light shine on it. Your breath gets caught in your throat when you make out the person on your couch.

You rub your eyes to double check. Closing the fridge, you cautiously walked up to the light switch and turned it on.

Jaehyun’s head was lolled back, mouth agape as he snored. He was always a light sleeper so when the lights turned on, he immediately reacts. His head snaps up first, eyes screwed shut at the sudden brightness of his environment. He groans, rolling his head a bit before peeking with one eye and discovers you staring at him.

“You’re awake.” He shoots up, a knee hitting the coffee table in front of him. “I, uhm, well, you fainted from crying so hard that I tucked you in--!”

It only took a few quick steps for you to reach him and slip your arms around his waist. “Oh god, I thought I was dreaming. You’re here.”

“I, yeah… I didn’t think leaving you after you fainted was a good idea so,” You feel his hand smooth down your back while the other was on your shoulder.

“You stayed.” You pulled away to look up at him. “Thank you.”

He smiles, “You don’t have to thank me.”

The two of you stood like that for a couple of minutes, assessing what just happened and what is bound to happen, but there was hint of satisfaction beneath all that. The hand on your shoulder had moved to touch your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin as gently as he could.

“Why didn’t you sleep beside me?”

“It didn’t feel right. Besides, I went straight here after waking up in Jun’s apartment. My clothes were soiled and I hadn’t bathed.”

You cock a brow, “Is that why you smell like my detergent?”

He flushes, “I threw my clothes in the laundry while I took a shower.”

“So, you’re telling me that while I was passed out, you were parading around my apartment in a towel?”

“No, I didn’t know where your towels were.”

“Oh,” And now your dirty mind was filled with images of what you remembered how his body looked like, “Even better.”

“Stop, don’t even go there.” He lightly reprimands you. When he sees your confused expression, he starts to explain, “If I’m entering your life again, I’m going to treat you right--”

“You already know how to.” You interject, suggestively.

“[Y/N], please. I meant taking you out on proper dates and show you off as my girlfriend.”

It was your turn to blush, “I’d like that.”

He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead, “Then let’s take it slow. Give or take a couple of months.”

You pull away from him, “I am not waiting a couple of months to have sex with you. We can start tomorrow, don’t you like morning sex?”

“Ugh, I do.” He grumbles to himself before clearing his throat, “But no, next month.”

You can’t believe you were actually haggling how long to wait until you guys have sex again. “Next week.”

“[Y/N]! I don’t want to screw this up. I want to properly date you and--”

“You know, I’m not wearing a bra.” You casually interrupt him, his eyes shamelessly dropping to your chest as he stops mid-sentence.

“Yeah, sure, next week sounds good.” He breathes out.

Victoriously, you tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “It’s a deal then. But,” You take his hand, “Can we please cuddle and go to sleep? It’s almost two and I’m not letting you break your back on my couch.”

He laughs, agreeing to your idea and lets you lead him to your room. Once there, he lets go of your hand to remove his pants so he could comfortably sleep in his boxers while you climbed onto the bed. When he finally slips in beside you, he turns you over so your back was pressed against his front.

You quietly greet each other a good night before letting the silence take over.

-

a/n: aaand that’s the end pls don’t ask for more. but also, i had a lot of plots for this last installment lol i’ll be working on another Jaehyun request (smut) and a Doyoung request (fluff) tomorrow so watch out for those.

[mason-wynn]

Hospital Visit

Summary: Mason visits Juliet at work on her break. NSFW.

@julietdixz

12:59 PM]Mason:

[TEXT] Hey, Jules. How’s work?

[1:08 PM]Juliet:

[TEXT] it’s alright, just about to check on my patient before I go on break.

[1:14 PM]Mason:

[TEXT] On break, huh? Would you mind if I came to visit?

[1:15 PM]Juliet:

[TEXT] Do you really even have to ask? Of course I wouldn’t mind, I would actually love it if you did bc I really need you right now

[1:23 PM]Mason:

[TEXT] I need you too so I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon

[1:24 PM]Juliet:

[TEXT] I’ll be on the second floor, I’ll let the receptionist know you’re here for me

[1:34 PM]Mason:

Mason smirked at his phone before putting it in his pocket and grabbing his things. Walking out the door, he got in his car and drove to the hospital. It didn’t take him long to get to the second floor and once he arrived, he looked around and grinned when he saw Juliet walking his way.

[1:38 PM]Juliet:

Juliet smiled as she sat with her patient for a few more minutes. She was sitting with the small child, playing a small game of tic tac toe with him to keep him occupied until another nurse came to take her place. "I'll see you around kid." She smiled before walking out. She looked over to see Mason and smirked, walking over to him. "Taking my break now." She told another nurse as she grabbed his hand and pulling him away to the on-call room. once she reached it, she walked in, relieved that no one was in there and pulled him in. Shutting the door, she sat him down on the bed and straddle his waist. "Took you long enough." She chuckled, leaning into kiss him.

[1:59 PM]Mason:

Mason chuckled as he watched her pull him into an on-call room. Nobody was in there, thank God for that. Sitting on the bed, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against hers. “Guess we’re going to have to make this extra long,” he said with a chuckle before kissing her deeper, one of his hands running up and down her back as he did so. After a moment, his hands slid up her scrubs wanting to feel more of her soft skin.

[2:04 PM]Juliet:

"Sad part about this is that we can't be loud here." she mumbled against his lips before kissing him back. She started grinding her hips against his before pulling back and stripping off her top, tossing it aside then tugs on his to come off. She pulled it off of him, throwing it as well before pressing her lips against his again.  "I should probably lock the door so no one walks in on us." she mumbled.

[2:20 PM]Mason:

“Not even a little loud?” Mason asked teasingly as he took her lower lip between his teeth and tugged lightly. Feeling her grinding, his hand moved up her body to grope her bra covered breast and squeezed gently. When they were both shirtless, he reached to unhook her bra as they kissed passionately. “Mm, yes..please lock that door,” he said. When she did get up to go lock the door, he tugged his pants down and followed her to the door and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her back against the door as his lips moved to her neck. “You’re so sexy.”

[2:26 PM]Juliet:

"Okay maybe a little loud." She lets out a soft moan before getting up to quickly lock the door. She turns to face him removing her own pants before she was between him and the door. Her head tilted back against the door as her fingers tangled into his hair. She smirked at his words as her hand slid down and into his briefs, wrapping her hand around his cock and started stroking. "Fuck i love this cock, i can't wait to have it in me." she practically moaned out, stroking him faster.

[2:44 PM]Mason:

Mason bit down and licked along her neck to make a few little marks but not ones super noticeable. He groaned softly against her neck as he began stroking her. His hands slid down to grab her ass. “I love your tight pussy. I need to be fucking you,” he said before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Slipping a hand down between them, he began rubbing her over her panties still feeling how wet she was for him. “Where and how do you want me to fuck you, baby?” He asked as his lips brushed against hers.

[2:46 PM]Juliet:

Her legs wrapped around him the moment she was lifted off the ground. A soft moan slipped her lips again as she felt him rub her through her panties. “Surprise me baby.” She responded, kissing him deeply and passionately.

[2:53 PM]Mason:

Mason kissed her heatedly. “I need you now,” he said before pushing her panties to the side and tugging down his briefs. He didn’t want to waste any time and he pushed himself inside of her with a low groan. “Fuck, baby,” he said as he began thrusting.

[2:55 PM]Juliet:

Her breath hitches when she felt him push himself inside her. She still loved the way he filled her up so full  “Shit Mason!” She moans out. She moved to cup his face so their foreheads met. “Fuck hard and good baby.” She murmured.

[3:04 PM]Mason:

“You know I’m going to do just that,” Mason said with a groan as he began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. Less tight since I’ve been fucking you,” he said with a smirk as one of his hands tangled in her hair as the other massaged her breast. After a moment, he took her off of the door and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and smirked. “You’re going to feel this tomorrow,” he said before thrusting himself hard inside of her again.

[3:08 PM]Juliet:

Her arms wrapped around him again to hold onto him. She smirked when he moved her to the bed before letting out a louder moan. “Fuck baby just like that!” She said. It was that there was a knock on the door asking if everything was alright. Juliet quickly covered his mouth with her hand. “Yeah, just a little stretching!” She responded before they said okay and kept walking. Looking at Mason, she started laughing quietly.

[7:05 PM]Mason:

Mason was about to let a groan out when he heard knocking on the door. Chucking against her hand, he stayed quiet until they were gone and he couldn’t help but laugh quietly along with her. “Well, now you’ll be stretching a bit,” he said with a smirk as he lifted her legs higher on his back and he thrusted harder and deeper inside of her while massaging one of her breasts. After a moment, he moved his hand between her legs to rub her clit.

[7:16 PM]Juliet:

Jules chuckled quietly before letting out a moan at the new position he had put her in, thrusting in her. “Shit baby, your cock feels amazing.” She gripped the bed sheet tightly as he felt her rub her clit. A feeling building up in her, letting her know she was reaching her climax. “I-I’m close.” She breathed out.

[10:10 PM]Mason:

Mason groaned at her words and he could feel that she was indeed getting close from the small pulses. “I am too, baby. I can’t wait to cum on you,” he said as he then lifted her legs to rest between his head. Thankfully, she was flexible. Gripping her thigh, he groaned again as he thrusted harder, wanting her to feel every bit of him as he still rubbed her clit.

[10:20 PM]Juliet:

She bit down on her lip, holding back a loud moan that was fighting to escape her mouth. She didn't want anyone walking by and hearing her when she came. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax, cumming all over his cock but holding back the moan failed as it slipped her lips.

[10:24 PM]Mason:

Watching and feeling her cum was all Mason needed to reach his climax as he was insanely close. Thrusting in a few more times, he groaned a bit louder than before as he pulled out and watched himself cum all over her belly. After a moment, he leaned down and kissed her before grabbing a towel and handing it to her. “I swear, sex with you just keeps getting better.”

[11:11 PM]Juliet:

Juliet came down from her high, breathing heavily when she watched Mason cum onto her stomach. A chuckle slipped from her lips as she took the towel, cleaning herself off and tossing it aside. She kissed him back, cupping his face before mumbling against his lips. "I could say the same thing about you."

[11:22 PM]Mason:

Mason smirked against her lips but instead of responding, he kissed her again a bit deeper than before. He could definitely feel the connection between them and the spark they had was unreal. He didn't think about feelings though, he wanted to think about sex with her. Spreading her legs, he got on his knees and kissed her inner thighs. "How much longer of a break do you have?" He asked with a smirk, wanting to pleasure her some more.

[11:26 PM]Juliet:

Juliet looks at her watch then propped herself up onto her elbows to look down at Mason. Now she wouldn’t say she was addicted to sex but with Mason, she just craved him everyday. “About 15 minutes. But before you do that, I should remind you that you wanted me to sit on your face if I remember correctly?” She questioned with a smirk

[11:41 PM]Mason:

Mason smirked and even though it was going to take him a bit to get hard again, he was more than happy to have her sitting on his face. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he said before kissing her inner thighs again before getting up, getting on the bed and pulling her on top of him. Taking a hold of her ass, he brought her wet center to his face and leaned up to run his tongue along her folds as one of his fingers pushed inside of her.

[11:50 PM]Juliet:

Juliet instantly grabbed the wall the best she could and bit down on her lip again. “Wow someone’s eager.” She chuckled as her hips bucked a bit. She dropped one hand to tangle her fingers into his hair, leaning her head back and closed her eyes.

September 11, 2018

[12:08 AM]Mason:

Mason smirked against her from her words but focused more on what he was doing to her. Pumping his finger in and out a bit, he raised his lips to suck on her clit as his other hand gave her ass a smack. It wasn’t long until he pulled out his finger and pulled her down to him so his tongue pushed inside of her.

[9:00 AM]Juliet:

“Oh fuck Mason, you really know how to use that mouth of yours.” She moaned out, gripping his a bit more. Her head dropped forward as she bit down on her lip again. “Oh god, yes right there!”

[9:24 AM]Mason:

Mason groaned against her feeling how much this was pleasuring her. Giving her ass another smack, he began pumping his tongue in and out of her, swirling it a few times as his fingers reached up to rub her clit.

[10:05 AM]Juliet:

“Fuck!” She felt like she was in ecstasy with how great it felt. “Damn Mason you really know how to make me feel good with that mouth of yours.”

September 12, 2018

[12:02 AM]Mason:

Mason groaned again before pulling his tongue out of her and pushing two fingers in, immediately pumping them. His tongue ran along her folds before he started to suck on her clit once again. This time, harder.

[9:31 AM]Juliet:

“I-I’m close.” She moaned, her climax building up slowly the more he pumped his fingers into her and sucked on her clit.

[12:25 PM]Mason:

Mason took his lips off of her for only one second to say, “cum for me, baby.” His lips were then sucking on her clit harder and rubbing it with his tongue as his fingers pumped faster. He could already feel himself getting hard again because he wanted her so bad.

[12:36 PM]Juliet:

It was like on command that she came on this tongue and fingers. Her walls tightening around his fingers still cumming a bit more. “Shit.” She breathed out once she got her high the second time today.

[12:47 PM]Mason:

Mason groaned as he felt her cumming for him and he grabbed her ass to lick her clean. Running his tongue along her center one more time, he peeked his head up to look at her. “You got me hard again, baby. How about you get on your knees?” He suggested with a smirk.

[12:52 PM]Juliet:

She finally came down from her high, breathing heavily before climbing off him. "Gladly." She smirked, crawling down, peppering his skin with kisses until she reached his cock. She wrapped her hand around him, starting to stroke him before leaning in and licking the tip teasingly a few times before taking him into her mouth. She took him as much as she could until the tip hit the back of her throat then started bobbing her head up and down on his cock slowly at first

[1:02 PM]Mason:

Mason bit down on his lower lip and groaned in pleasure once her lips wrapped around his hard cock. Taking some of her hair in his hand, he tugged lightly and leaned his head back. “Fuck yeah, Jules...just like that.”

[1:20 PM]Juliet:

Smirking, she bobbed her head faster on his cock, letting th tip hit the back of her throat each time. She then kept her lips wrapped around the tip, swirling her tongue around it as she stroked the base of his cock faster.

[6:47 PM]Mason:

“Oh Jesus...” Mason moaned again and bit down on his lower lip knowing that he still needed to be quiet. Tugging on her hair, he watched her. He felt himself getting close and he wanted to let her know. “I’m getting close...You can continue or I can fuck you again,” he said with a smirk, not minding either way.

[8:41 PM]Juliet:

She took him out of her mouth and spoke, “I’ll continue.” She wrapped her lips around him again. She moved her head faster, stroking him faster to help him reach closer to his climax. She hummed against him while using the other hand to massage his balls for extra pleasure

September 13, 2018

[9:03 AM]Mason:

Mason groaned as he leaned his head back again, tugging on her hair as he did so. When her fingers found his balls, he was coming undone. “Holy Fuck...” he groaned again as he reached his climax releasing in her mouth.

[9:07 AM]Juliet:

Juliet smirked as she felt him climax into her mouth. Slowly, she lifted her head and swallowed before licking her lips. She sat up and crawled over to him. ���Best break ever” She murmured before kissing him.

[9:11 AM]Mason:

Mason took deep breaths looking at the ceiling before smiling as she crawled over to him. “We sure know how to relax,” he said with a smirk as he kissed her back, running his hands up and down her back.

[9:15 AM]Juliet:

She checked her watch and sighed, “I have to get back to work soon.” She said, looking over at him. “Thanks for stopping by today though.” She smiled.

[9:22 AM]Mason:

Mason looked at the time as well and nodded. “I have to get ready for work tonight,” he said with a chuckle before leaning in and kissing her again. “Thanks for letting me come by. We’ll probably be doing this again very soon,” he said smiling before getting up and getting dressed.

[9:27 AM]Juliet:

Juliet sat up before moving to get dressed too. "Well then looks like you're gonna see me twice in one day. Couple of my co-workers and I are gonna be at the bar tonight."

September 15, 2018

[4:53 PM]Mason:

Mason couldn’t help but grin feeling excited. “Yeah? I guess I’m okay with seeing you twice in one day,” he teased. Once he got changed he leaned against the locked door. “I guess I’ll see you later then,” he smirked.(edited)

[4:56 PM]Juliet:

“You will.” She smirked, pulling her messy hair into a bun.  She pecked his lips, unlocked the door and headed out