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etherealyoungk · 10 months ago

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the boy next door | choi seungcheol

✩ seventeen as romantic tropes series ✩ masterlist ✩

PAIRING: seungcheol x reader

THEMES: boy next door trope, mutual pining, fluff, pinch of angst

WARNINGS: kissing, shirtless cheol-

WORDCOUNT: 2017

A/N: enjoy <3

choi seungcheol, he had always been the boy next door. ever since you moved into the neighbourhood four years ago, you got to know him and his family. it was like there was just a spontaneous spark between your family and his and they bonded immediately. you'd gone to the same school as seungcheol, become good friends with him, and graduated highschool together. and now here you were going to his family's beach house for a little summer vacation before college started.

"are you packing to move to the beach permanently?", seungcheol questions when he sees the way you're sitting on your suitcase and trying to close it, because it won't seem to zip close otherwise, not with the way you've stuffed it full.

"shut up if you're not going to be of any help", you tell, frustrated, struggling even more.

seungcheol wordlessly bends down the same moment you slide off the suitcase. he pushes it down with one hand, his ridiculously big bicep flexing as his other hand finds the zip and he manages to close it with ease and grace, unlike you.

he looks at you, proud and you give him a thumbs up. "are you excited?", he asks you. "very, gotta use the last of my freedom before college starts", you tell as you sit on the floor.

"well, i'll see you tomorrow, i should head back, mom's been after me because i still haven't packed", he says, getting up and ruffling your hair in the process before he leaves.

your and seungcheol's dynamic was like close friends. you two had grown close over the years, sharing countless memories and inside jokes. but this year felt different somehow as if there was an unspoken shift in the air and you couldn't help but feel something, something that tugged at your heartstrings.

the next day you bid your parents goodbye for the next two weeks and you're sitting in the car, seungcheol beside you as you head to his family's beach house. you were more than excited and ready for this vacation. you fall asleep in the middle of the journey, resting your head on seungcheol's shoulder as you doze off. after a while you feel someone softly shake you awake and your eyes flutter open.

"wake up sleepyhead, we've reached", seungcheol says as you lift your head up, still sleepy. he proceeds to clutch his shoulder dramatically, telling you how inconvenienced he was and you smack him, annoyed, but you can tell by the way he laughs and smiles stupidly that he was teasing you he like he did.

that day you don't really do much other than settling in the small room you had and helping his mom with preparing dinner while seungcheol was off on a side quest his dad had sent him.

the next day, the sun was already high in the sky as you made your way towards the beach, the salty breeze teasing your skin and tousling your hair. you're wearing shorts and a crop top and you felt the warmth of the sun against your bare arms, a sense of freedom washing over you with every step.

you're halfway to the beach when you hear seungcheol call out for you. you turn around and your jaw almost drops to the ground. why?

because seungcheol was shirtless, his bare chest basking in the sunlight. his toned body and physique was on full display. it was like a scene from a movie and for a moment, you found yourself frozen in awe as you stared at him. "wait up", he says as he jogs towards you with an easy smile, catching up to you. you can feel your heart rate quicken as he closes the distance, his presence commanding attention with every step. you have to pry your gaze away from his sculpted form, and you focus on the ground beneath your feet, willing yourself to regain composure.

together, you continued towards the beach, the sound of the crashing waves growing louder with each passing moment. despite your best efforts to maintain a casual demeanour, the image of seungcheol's shirtless figure lingered in your mind, sending a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach as you tried to keep your eyes straight and not dart towards his side.

you walk towards the water and sigh as the cool water envelops your feet, a contented sigh escapes your lips, the sensation of the wet sand between your toes grounding you in the moment. you close your eyes, feeling the breeze tangle in your hair. but your tranquillity was short-lived as a sudden splash of water jolts you from your moment, drawing your gaze to the mischievous grin of none other than seungcheol.

a playful glint dances in his eyes as he launches another playful splash at you, the droplets of water peppering your skin. "oh you're asking for it aren't you", you tell with a teasing grin of your own, bending down to scoop some water in your hands and retaliating with a splash of your own. you both walk a little deeper into the water and he splashes you again. his hands grab your waist as he captures you in his grip and you've been utterly defeated. you let out a laugh as he loosens his grip on you and you turn around, looking at him. his hands linger on your waist and you gulp as you try to calm your racing heart.

the next week goes by and you're having fun and having a great time relaxing, spending time with seungcheol's family and having some wind-down time for yourself as well. the only thing that seemed to really affect you and your brain chemistry? the fact that seungcheol was practically walking around shirtless the entire time. you swear it was like he hadn't even packed any shirts because you don't think you'd seen one on him apart from once.

as the days went on, the realisation that you liked seungcheol crept up to you like the tide rolling in and you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that your feelings for seungcheol were evolving into something more than mere friendship. it was starting to make you feel restless and uneasy.

you found yourself lying awake in bed, thinking about seungcheol. despite spending every day together, it was never enough. there was a craving for more, a desire for more of his company, more of his laughter, more of him. so you decide to create some distance between you and seungcheol because that was the only way you could think of to deal with your complicated emotions.

seungcheol notices on the second day. he notices the subtle changes in your behaviour, the way you're not spending time with him like you were, somehow always being holed up in your room more often than before. the way you would make excuses to stay back whenever he was going to the local market or on an errand his dad sent him on instead of tagging along like you always did. just the way you were keeping a distance from him, talking less, not your usual self had him worried and the distance started to eat away at his heart. had he done something wrong?

the next day he decides to do something about it. so he climbs up your balcony late into the cool night and knocks on your window, startling you.

"seungcheol what the hell?", you nearly shout when you see him balancing on your balcony with that stupid grin that made you heart somersault. thankfully he was wearing a shirt otherwise you would have sworn you'd have gone insane otherwise.

"i want to show you something", he tells, offering his hand to you.

"i'm tired, later okay", you tell, making an excuse. seungcheol's smile falters a but his determination does not.

"please, you can only see it today", he says, reaching for your hand anyway, not willing to let you get away this time.

you glare at him but give in and seungcheol beckons you to climb out the window and follow him.

"what-i am not climbing the roof seungcheol what is wrong with you?", you whisper yell because it's late into the night and you don't want to wake his parents up.

"trust me okay", he tells, taking your hand, holding it firmly and helping you climb onto the roof. you're gripping onto seungcheol's hand so tight once you get on the roof, scared and the sudden height makes you dizzy, making you stand closer to him. his arm finds your waist to help steady and ground you and he guides you to a small portion of the roof. he sits down and so do you.

"care to explain why we're here?", you prompt, looking at seungcheol.

"look up, see that constellation over there?", he says, pointing out to it. your eyes search the night sky for the constellation he was pointing at, expecting something extraordinary but it was only the same old one you see every day.

"but i see that every day", you tell, giving him an unbelievable look.

"exactly, just like you see me everyday. so why are you suddenly avoiding me?", he asks with a raise of his brow as he looks deepy into your eyes.

"i-i'm not avoiding you", you tell, lying but seungcheol can see right through you.

"seriously yn? you expect me to believe that?", he asks, giving you another look as he runs a hand through his hair. "what's going on? you can tell me", he assures, looking at you and waiting for you to speak, giving you that space.

you sigh and look ahead, watching the beach, the water mostly still apart from small waves. the salty breeze tangles into your hair and the night is chilly, stars peppering the deep blue night sky. how could tell seungcheol you liked him?

"it's stupid okay and not important", you tell, dismissing the topic and your feelings. "it's not stupid if it's bothering you", he says, looking at you with those big, sweet, brown eyes that you can't help but fall for deeper.

you gulp. "i think i like you", you tell so softly after a few moments of silence. your words are so soft that seungcheol would have missed it if he wasn't listening so carefully and you see the small wave of emotion that ripples through his face and eyes.

"i told you it's stupid, just forget i said anything", you tell, moving to get up but seungcheol doesn't let you, holding you back down.

"don't i get a say in this?", he asks, and the tone of his voice makes you sit up straighter somehow.

"no? it'll be embarrassing if you're going to reject me, it's better if we stay friends anyway", you tell, already feeling nervous.

"i think i like you too", he says, his words cutting into the tense air between you both and you can only blink at him as he gazes at you.

"you know when we went to prom together because no other guy asked you out and i took you since you were so excited and wanted to go? that's the moment i realised i liked you, liked you more than friends. you were glowing that night", he fills in, his words making your breath catch.

and you both continue to look at each other until you break eye contact, nervous and a little overwhelmed.

"we shouldn't", you tell softly. "why not?", he asks, moving closer his hand coming to cup your cheek and you steal a glance at his lips. he leans in slowly and you do too until his lips meet yours and he leaves a soft kiss on your lips. he pulls away, looking at you, only to be pulled back as you grab his shirt, kissing him again.

he kisses you back, slowly moving his lips against yours and you sigh into the kiss because no matter how many times you had imagined this moment, nothing would compare to the real one right now.

seungcheol kisses you sweetly under the moonlight and star-speckled sky and all you can do is kiss him back because nothing could have prepared you for how hard you would fall for the boy next door.

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castiwls · 1 year ago

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never grow up - d.w

Pairing; Dean & sister!reader

Synopsis; Based on the song by Taylor swift

Warnings; None

Notes; This is kinda random but also ties in with my post a few days ago about being the middle child in the Winchester family :)

Masterlist

‘Your little hands wrapped around my finger. And it's so quiet in the world tonight

Dean didn’t understand what his parents had meant when they told him he would be a big brother. All he knew was that his mom had a baby in her stomach and in a few month’s the baby would come out.

Now his mom smiled softly as she gently placed a small baby on his lap. He grinned at her from his spot on the hospital bed before looking down at the baby. “She’s so small.” He looked between his parents and his dad chuckled at his comment. “You were that small once bud.”

Dean looked at him with wide eyes. “I was?” He sounded almost astonished at his Dads comment as both his parents fell into quiet laughter. After a moment he felt something grip onto his small thumb and his attention was drawn back down to his sister.

Her little hand had wrapped around his thumb and she was now gazing up at him. “I think she likes you.” His mom whispered before pressing a kiss to his head. Dean grinned up at her for a moment before cuddling further into her chest.

He still didn’t truly understand what his parents meant by being a big brother, but he knew that he would always protect her from this moment onwards.

‘I won't let anybody hurt you, won't let anyone break your heart. And no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up, never grow up'

“Dean. Are you awake?” Your brother let out a small groan before rolling over to face you. “Y/n it's three in the morning why are you awake?” He frowned at you before a look of concern took over his face. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he noticed the unleashed tears brimming your eyes and the way your hands shook slightly.

“I killed someone.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. Your hands seemed to shake harder as you gripped the thin sheets closer to your chest. “Someone dead cause of me.”

Dean shook his head sitting up and pulling you with him. “No. You didn’t kill someone ok. They were bitten and had fed y/n, it was only a matter of time before they turned.” He kept his voice low not wanting to wake Sam or your Dad who were both asleep across the room.

“Still. He hadn’t turned yet.” You sniffled leaning onto his chest. “Dad told me this job is about saving people Dean. How is that saving people.” Your brother didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

You were only 14, you shouldn’t have to deal with this. Hell, he never imagined that at 16 he would be spending his time cleaning guns and learning how to kill monsters. Dean understood why his Dad did what he did and he understood why he’d chosen now to start letting you on hunts but at the same time, it made him feel slightly sick.

The idea of his little sister doing this job left him with a bad feeling in his stomach (he didn't want to even think of Sam doing it) Dean swayed slightly as he tried to soothe you as best he could. “I know you don't think it now, but you did the right thing y/n. I promise.”

You nodded against his chest before pulling back and whipping at your eyes. “Come on. We need to be up in a few hours.” Your brother moved to lie down before opening his arms for you. You happily settled into his arms, feeling his hand run through your hair.

You both lay in silence for a while. The sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled you back to a dreamless sleep.

Dean closed his eyes sucking in a breath before relaxing. Life was so much easier when you were younger. If he had it his way you and Sam would never have to worry about the things that went bump in the night. He’d happily let you both live in peaceful ignorance as long as you were both safe and happy.

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gwynfahr · 1 year ago

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Sleeping position

Jordan Li x reader

Synopsis : You can't seem to fall asleep and keep accidentally bugging your lover throughout the night.

1:57am

"Jordan ? You awake ?" encased in your partners arms, in his masc form for the moment, your voice sounding loud despite the fact you were whispering in the night.

His answer came in a groan and a stir, telling you he was listening.

"Did we do the assignment for Brink's class tomorrow ?" your voice sounded anxious, and you clearly forgot you did it earlier with Jordan while watching an episode of Property Brothers.

"You thinking 'bout that in the middle of the night ?" muffled words came from your lovers whose head was located on the crook of your neck. "We did it two hour ago, babe."

"Oh. That's right, I forgot, sorry for waking you up, baby, go back to sleep." You were still wide awake, so you took it on yourself to help him fall back asleep, after all, you didn't have classes early in the morning tomorrow, while he did. Your hand slowly began caressing his hair and he groaned a bit at the soothing motion, grateful.

Ten minutes later, Jordan was back asleep and you still couldn't sleep. You didn't dare move too much as Jordan's body was litteraly flushed against your side and you really didn't want to wake him up, so you just laid in bed, eyes wide open, trying to understand why your brain wouldn't just fall asleep.

3:36am

An hour later, you got a cramp so painful that you jerked up harshly, moving your boyfriend with you. Your whimpers of pain were made to be silent in order to not wake Jordan up more than he already was, but it was too late.

"Babe, you okay ?" He asked, not quite awake, but definitely not half asleep anymore.

"I got a cramp, sorry." You answered, massaging your calf where the cramp hurt like a bitch. "Shit, that hurts..."

Jordan took your leg in his arms and gently massaged the area, figuring that, if he was awake, he must do something to help. Soon enough, the pain faltered to a reasonable amount. "That's better ?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry for waking you again, you have classes tomorrow..."

"No it's okay, I was having a nightmare either way, so I should thank you for that."

"Really ? Do you want to talk about it ?" You took his hand, an expression of concern on your face.

"Meh, it's stupid." He said, and then suddenly, Jordan was sat in front of you in her female form.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to nightmares baby, if you don't want to talk about it, though, it's okay, we can just cuddle until you fall back asleep." you proposed.

"That's clearly implying you won't sleep." Jordan said as you took a more confortable postion, laying back down, face to face on your sides.

"I wasn't sleeping before, but it"s okay, I don't have classes in the morning so, I'll be able to get back some sleep then. You have to wake up early though, baby, you need your beauty sleep."

"Please," Jordan snorted "I don't need sleep to look hot, and I've done worse than a four hours night of sleep. Why weren't you sleeping ?" she asked, hugging you close to her so her head was rested comfortably on your neck, caressing your head. Mechanically, you did the same.

"I think I forgot something, but I can't remember what, and it's bugging me. Ithought it was an assignment or somethng, but it wasn't that. Not a birthday either, not something school related, not an important date for us, not an appointment... I thought about everything and I can't remember." Somehow, explaining it to Jordan made it feel even more stupid, if you forgot something, then you'd remember at some point, no need to lose sleep over it.

Your girlfriend looked deep in thought.

"Maybe it's just your anxiety taking a toll on you. I know it hppens to me when I'm stressed. Just try to forget bout forgetting something and relax." She moved her hands to your back, scratching it softly in a soothing motion, making you giggle a bit at the tickles it created. "I mean, we could also fuck until we're both too tired and lazy to even think about anything, but I feel like you're not really in the mood." She joked a smirk on her face.

You genuinely thougth about it. Jordan was wearing one of your shirt right now, and she looked so hot in it it was criminal. Plus, you really wanted to sleep. However, you felt like the cramp would come back at any too suden moves or contraction of your muscles. "We could make out instead ? You look so hot right now that it's really hard saying no, you need to know."

Soon enough, the both of you were flush against the other, legs entangled, Jordan's hands on your neck as yours were messing with her hair (making it more toussled than it was before). Your mouthes moved in sync, gently, slowly, carefully, you had time, neither of you wanted to sleep anymore. You had to come up for air after some time, but you still found the breath to whisper to Jordan.

"I love you so much, Jordan. So so much."

"I love you too. So much" Was your girlfirend's answer, after a minute of silence where she kissed everywhere she could on your face.

You spent, maybe twenty more minutes making out, Jordan switching forms twice, settling in his male form. Finally, you bth stopped, out of breath. You looked in each other's eyes and Jordan whispered :

"We should try to sleep."

"You're right, it's actually crazy to see you be the responsible one on this relationship, though." You teased before cuddling again with your boyfriend, the forgotten thing plaguing your mind forgotten.

You both fell asleep peacefully ten minutes later.

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4:33 am

Rufus was still calling for help after you hung him on the american flag hamper in the main alley of God U, five hours earlier.

It seems you forgot about this entirely.

#jordan li x reader #gen v #gen v x reader #my looooove #R.I.P Rufus even though he's a creep #It's kinda rushed but I'm writing at 1am and am sleep deprived #Not beta we die like Brink #by deserving it #jordan li #jordan li fluff #jordan li imagine #jordan's my love and my life at the moment

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btsxmalereaders · 11 months ago

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the sound of your heart >> ksm.

>pairing — kim seungmin x male reader

> genre — angst

> summary — being friends with benefits with someone you were deeply in love with was just wearing you out. unfortunately, you weren't sure if you could put it to an ending.

> word count — 500

"I'm very sleepy," Seungmin says as he gets into a better position on the bed. his head rests on the pillow next to you and he covers you both with the blanket that just minutes ago was an unfolded mess at the end of the bed. "sorry. I had a tough day, is it okay if I sleep for a bit before I drive you home?"

You smile and nod as an answer, "Of course. Get some sleep, I'll wake you up in a bit."

As you say this, you intend to stand up to get dressed, but Seungmin's hand stops you from doing it. A soft touch on your waist sends butterflies to your stomach. He slowly caresses your skin before finally moving his hand to your back, pulling you closer. Body to body. Warm skin in touch and setting a fire. Your heart beats even faster than it did when you reached your high just some minutes before. And you just know Seungmin noticed it. Chest against chest, and breaths intertwining.

He doesn't open his eyes but he surely leaves a kiss on your forehead.

You're just too stunned to utter a word.

Why do you do this? That's all you can think of.

For the last couple of months, you've just conformed by being friends with benefits with him. Because he said he isn't ready for commitment, because it's not what he is looking for. So you thought this is better than having nothing. You've been hiding your true feelings for so long and it has been eating you alive. But then again, you were just willing to have as little as Seungmin could offer.

And it's moments like this when you wonder if he ever felt the same way too, even if he didn't want to openly admit it. You wondered if he felt his heart to the edge of bursting whenever he hugged you or kissed you. You wondered if he tried to let you know his feelings through those small, yet intimate actions.

Seungmin falls asleep in within minutes, but you're still awake, breathing slowly and trying not to move to not disturb him. You slowly separate a bit and see his face. His hair certainly is a mess, but he looks like an angel. You feel tempted to caress his cheek but stop right after you could even make contact. His lips are slightly parted and you just couldn't believe you were kissing him earlier.

I'm yours, but are you mine? The question runs around your mind.

He looks so peaceful, so fucking beautiful. And you can't believe that this is it. Why can't it be more? Why can't it be what you so desperately need? Why can't he see you're madly in love with him?

Your eyes fill up with tears. The realization of your feelings after such a vulnerable moment hits you like an arrow. You love him. And, as much as you want to hear that from him, you deeply know that won't happen.

#kpop x male reader #skz x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #skz #seungmin #seungmin x reader #kim seungmin x male reader #kim seungmin x reader #kim seungmin #angst #skz angst

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nczennie · 2 years ago

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why won't you love me.

Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun AU: Exes! but it's complicated Genre: Angst, Smut (18+ only) Preview: You shake your head at him before speaking, voice coming out as a quiet whisper, eyes watering as you look at him, "Why won't you love me?"Jaehyun abruptly stands from his seat, slamming his hand against the counter which makes you jump, "Don't!", he's nearly yelling, "Just stop, why would you-how dare you even say that to me!" Words: 5.9k *Warnings under cut

Warnings: Toxic relationship, reader is very lonely and uses sex to cope, mentions of food and eating, mentions of having children, cussing, Smut scenes (oral m. receiving, throat fucking, protected penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, talk of breeding).

You let out a shaky breath as you set down your glass of wine, staring at the white envelope in front of you. To be fair, you knew it was coming, but that didn't make opening it any easier for you. That's why you were currently on your second glass still working up the courage to look at it's contents. Finally chugging down the last sip, you set your determined gaze on the paper, taking it in your hands. You tear it open carefully, as to not rip it too badly, before taking the small card out. Save the Date it reads in large gold font. You swallow thickly as you take in the appearance of the card, the wedding date set for 9 months from now, and the beautiful picture of Irene, one of your best friends, smiling brightly next to her financé.

Running your hands over the card, you recall getting all the others like this. Joy's, just after college, followed by Wendy and Seulgi some years later. You never really worried until last year when even the youngest of your friend group, Yeri, announced her wedding. And now Irene, the Irene who spent years swearing marriage wasn't for her and wouldn't be in her future, yet you held her announcement in your hands.

You don't even notice you're crying until the tears drop onto the table. Groaning in frustration at your emotions, you move to the kitchen to grab a box of tissues and another bottle of wine. It's hard, to feel like your life is passing by and you're stuck in one place, especially when everyone around you is moving past you as well. You never thought you were one to care about getting married, brushing off the concept of it especially when you first graduated college. But now you find yourself here all these years later, sitting alone in your apartment, no partner, no pet, no nothing whereas your friends were all getting married, buying houses, even Joy caring for her children. You sniffle as your open you second bottle of wine, pouring another glass and trying to think of all of the events of your life that may have led to this moment.

Jaehyun groans as he reaches to turn off his alarm clock. He's been working at his office job for years yet waking up this early is something he has never gotten used to. He takes his time getting out of the warmth of his sheets and makes his way to the bathroom, stopping along the way to grab his phone he left charging on his dresser. Picking it up, he feels confused and a bit worried when he finds there was three missed calls from you at 2:00am. He swallows as he moves to his messages, noticing you texted him merely an hour ago.

I miss you. It reads and he stares at it wondering if you had woken up early or if you stayed awake all night apparently calling and missing him. He lets out a groan, running a hand over his face before moving to reply to you. Dinner tonight at mine? 7pm. He clicks send before throwing his phone on the bed, moving to shower where he can question and regret his decision to invite you over once again.

You and Jaehyun met when you were early on in university. One of the many parties hosted by your mutual friends, you notice him standing alone in the kitchen and you're so taken aback by how handsome he was that you make your way over to him without much thought. Only a couple of months later and he was your boyfriend. To this day he was the best boyfriend you've ever had, the most caring, attentive, supportive man you've ever met. The two of you dated for 4 years, by far your longest relationship. It dwindled apart in the end because of the reality of life after college. Entering the real world gave insight to the differences in views you both had. Jaehyun wanted to take it slow, travel before eventually settling down but you were opposite. You grew up different than Jaehyun, where his parents both had successful jobs, your single mom worked two jobs just to feed you both. Whereas Jaehyun wanted to spend money traveling and relaxing straight after graduation, you knew that reality couldn't include you. You had loans and bills to pay that would require you to start working right away.

This reality is what led to the downfall of your relationship. There was no fighting or arguing, just the sad realization that the end had come. You accepted it quickly, you loved Jaehyun, truly, but you had come to terms with the fact that he would not be apart of your future.

Except that he was. The thing about having mutual friends is that you can't get rid of each other. Every birthday, celebration, holiday, gettogether, you would see each other. It was slightly awkward at first but once you both got used to the fact you would constantly be in each other's life, it was as if you were friends again. It was only a couple years ago that you both started to sleep with each other again. It was a messy night, at a summer bbq where Joy announced to everyone she was pregnant. Everyone celebrated with loads of drinks, minus the mother-to-be, and you even went a step further to celebrate by going home with your ex boyfriend.

You never mentioned it to anyone, keeping it your secret. Even as sleeping with him becomes more regular. You wouldn't compare your situation to that of a friends with benefits, it wasn't that often and you only saw each other during friends gatherings or the rare event you did go by his house. Even pursuing relationships with others but even when they failed, Jaehyun was always there as if you could rely on him to wait for you just in case.

The thing with Jaehyun is that he is comfortable and familiar. You had loved him so much during your time together that even having him now gives you a glimpse at the past. The past where you were loved, where you weren't so lonely.

"Are those snowdrops?", you smile as you take off your coat, taking in the small potted flowers that rest on the table near the entryway. Jaehyun hums, locking the door behind you before turning to take in the flowers as well, "Yeah, they were a gift for my anniversary at the office". He chuckles a bit before walking further into the apartment, rolling up the sleeves of his collared white shirt, clearly not having changed since coming home from work. You follow him into the kitchen, taking in the two plates of food set and ready on the island. Jaehyun moves to grab a couple of wine glasses, bringing them to the counter to pour a glass for you both. "I hope you don't mind pasta," he says, concentrated on serving. "Not at all, it looks delicious". He nods his head back towards the fridge behind him, "Do you mind grabbing the parmesan?" Moving to the fridge you freeze for a moment when you see Irene's announcement held to the fridge with a magnet. You gulp, opening the door and getting the cheese, "You got Irene's save the date too?"

He looks at you as he moves to sit, "Yeah, crazy right? Who would've thought she would be settling down." You take your seat beside him, humming in agreement. You both make small talk while you enjoy the food, talking about work, asking about each other families, catching up as you had not been alone with him in months. "So," he speaks, leaning back while using a napkin to clean his face. "Getting drunk on a weeknight huh? What's up with that?" You grimace, playing around with the leftover food on your plate, "Yeah, yeah. You don't need to make me feel more pathetic than I already do". He chuckles, "What? I just meant it's unlike you. Did something happen?"

No, you want to say, nothing as happened. Nothing at all, while everyone around you has something going on, you have nothing. "Was just having a rough day," You murmur instead, eyes automatically moving to the announcement on the fridge in front of you. You can see out of the corner of your eyes he turns to look at the paper too, so you make an excuse before he can bring it up, "Excuse me, I'm going to use the restroom". You make your way down the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a shaky breath. You wash your hands, staring at yourself in the mirror with annoyance, you came here to forget the feeling that overwhelmed you last night, not relive it all over again.

With a deep breath you make your way back in the kitchen, seeing Jaehyun standing over the sink washing his hands after clearing the dishes. You step forward with a purpose, coming up behind him and wrapping your hands around his waist. He jumps a little, but move to turn the water off, drying his hands before turning to face you, leaning back against the counter as you trap him against it. "You alright?" he asks softly and you give him the best smile you could, nodding before reaching up to put your hands around his neck. You play with the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you, "Just want you," you mutter. "Are you sure?" he asks, and you nod without a second thought, "Positive".

He studies you for a moment before giving in, leaning forward to capture your lips with his own. His hands finally moving to hold you waist as you deepen the kiss, your tongue working its way into his mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his lips for some time longer before realizing you were still able to think. You didn't want to think, you only wanted to forget. You break your lips from his, moving to press slow lingering kisses against his jaw before moving to his neck. You know Jaehyun like the back of your hand so you move automatically to the spot just below his ear. Your teeth graze the spot lightly before you run your tongue over it, earning a quiet grown from the man. "Don't leave any marks," he mumbles and you have to agree no matter how tempting it was. You both are adults now and having hickies was no longer the same as when you were in college.

You let your lips wander along his neck a little longer before you drop to your knees in front of him, hands coming to undo his dress slacks. "Here?" he asks you, uncertain of getting a blowjob next to the sink. You pause, already taking in the ache of your knees from the hard tile. "Okay, maybe we can move to your bedroom". You both chuckle as he helps you up and walks you to his room. He takes matters into his own hands, removing his pants and underwear before sitting on the edge of the bed, hands coming up to unbutton his shirt as you move to your knees in front of him. You take him into your hand, he was only slightly hard from your kitchen escapades so you take your time running your hand over him to help him grow.

You look up at him as he finishes removing his shirt, tossing it on the bed behind him before he looks down to you. Upon having his attention solely on you, you meet his eyes moving your mouth downwards. Letting your tongue run over the head of his cock, your mouth comes to close over it as you hum around him. Your hand still works to get him as hard as possible and Jaehyun's own hand comes to tangle in your hair, soft sounds leaving his lips as you begin to take him further into the warmth of your mouth. Working steadily, you make yourself comfortable taking in as much of his length as you can without completely choking. It's easier when you hear the words of encouragement he gives you, taking the final push and lodging all of him in your throat as the shaky exhales of your nose hits against his pelvis. After sleeping with Jaehyun for years now, you know this is what he likes. His cock stuffing your mouth for as long as possible, so you did your best even now to appease him. Not long after your eyes begin to water and you close them in an attempt to focus on your breathing and ignore the sputtering of your throat around him.

"Look at me," he says gruffly, hand grasping your hair harshly to get your attention. Your scalp stings but you open your eyes nonetheless, barely seeing Jaehyun through your tears. He moans though, "That's my good girl," before moving your head off of him to finally catch your breath. You take deep breaths while you can, your hand moving once again over him, easier now that it's covered with your spit. Jaehyun uses his grip on your hair to make you face him, hurridley kissing you before running his tongue over yours. "Are you gunna let me fuck your throat?" he whispers against your lips and you whine in reply, nodding your head as best you could with his grip still tight in your hair.

Jaehyun stands from the bed, removing your hand from his cock and replacing it with his own. He jerks it a few times and he repositions you, your hands coming to grasp the back of his thighs to hold yourself steady and to tell him when you've had enough if need be. "There you go," He mutters out from above you as your eagarily take him into your mouth once again. His movements start off slow, getting you used to the intrusion again before he picks up his pace, head of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

You close your eyes and focus on the feeling. Hearing Jaehyun's moan's above you, you welcome the stinging and lightness of your brain as you love the feeling of him using you. Of being useful for someone.

He finally pulls out, just barely, causing his cock to rest on your cheek as you turn to catch your breath. Jaehyun releases your hair, hand running over your head to sooth you. He kneels to match your height, moving to kiss you again now that your breathing was less erratic. "I want you to fuck me," You say almost breathlessly. He hums against your lips, helping you up so you both can move atop his bed. He lays you back against his pillows, still hungrily kissing you, hands running down your thighs, but you move to grasp them. "I want you now," you state. He pauses looking at your eyes, "Just like this?" He asks, not used to not preparing you beforehand. You nod, giving him a smile of encouragement, "Wanna feel you now," you say moving to kiss him. He enjoys your kisses for another moment before moving to grab a condom from his nightstand.

You watch in silence as he puts it on himself, your hand moving downwards to slightly rub against your slit as you take him in. You're craving the stretch of him, the burn much like before that lingers in your throat and was so good that it made you forget how to think.

"You sure?" He asks once again as he settles over you, left arm settled on the bed beside you as his right hand takes a hold of his cock as he moves it along your folds. "Positive", you say already breathless from anticipation. Jaehyun pushes inside of you, moving as slow as possible but you encourage him to fill you up completely. Your eyes roll back into your head at the feeling of his cock stretching you, your hands coming to grasp onto his shoulders. Jaehyun's breath deepens as he groans, moving forwards to place kisses along your jaw. He stills once he's in you fully, but you shake your head slightly, "Keep going,". His face stays put near your neck but his hips begin to move slowly, drawing a moan out of you.

You let yourself drown in the pleasure of Jaehyun that night. You hold him close to you the whole time, your chests presses together and he fucks you into his bed. Your arms around his back so you can feel him completely, so you can feel him everywhere. Even as you both cum you grip tightly onto him as your body trembles.

When you finally do release him from your arms, he moves to clean you up, pressing kisses into your forehead. Once you can move, you excuse yourself to the bathroom where you clean up even more and try to hide the fact that you're crying. You feel slightly better so you move to join him in his bed once again, tucking yourself under the blankets as you rest on your back. You close your eyes and take a deep breath but you can sense Jaehyun is looking at you. "You okay?" he finally breaks the silence. Perhaps he heard you in the bathroom, or maybe the redness around your eyes gave it away. Or maybe, he felt your desperation as you held him closely to you that night.

You lay silently for awhile before you answer him, "It's so hard to be lonely".

Jaehyun clearly remembers the party that took place early on in his University days. He was having a bad day, having just got a failing grade on a test so he mostly stuck to himself in the kitchen. He was surprised when you approached him, at first not really in the mood to make conversation but you were persistent and eventually he brightened.

He didn't know at the time how much he would come to love you. Only months later he had spent time making a playlist perfect for you before presenting it to you over your favorite meal and asking you to officially be his girlfriend. He still thinks those were the best 4 years of his life. You two were perfect for each other, loving and supportive, always there for one another. Jaehyun loved you with everything he was so when you both finally graduated he wasn't nervous, but excited about what was to come for your relationship.

He knew he has always been a dreamer whereas you were more set thinking about the present reality. That's why you were already applying to jobs before you graduated when he was planning up destinations he wanted to visit with you. Jaehyun realized it was really over for you both when he couldn't convince you to travel with him. Your whole friend group planned 2 weeks going across Europe to celebrate but you had already accepted a job. He tried his hardest to convince you to come along, traveling would be good for you, having just finished with a stressful degree you deserve some time off. But you refused, already stressed about the expenses of being an adult. He couldn't fault you, knowing the reality of money as a new graduate was daunting, but he truly hoped to spend some more time with you before entering the real world himself. It hurt more than anything to let you go. Jaehyun was a dreamer. In the years that you spent together, Jaehyun only dreamt of countless more. He dreamt of a big wedding, a small cozy house, a daughter that looked just like you. These were the things Jaehyun wanted more than anything. So it pained him to realize you might not be apart of his future at all. Except that you were. It hurt to let you go, but having to continuously see you afterwards may have hurt him even more. He knew it would be inevitable since your circles are intertwined, but having to see you when he was still painfully in love with you was harder than he thought it would be.

He still tried though, traveling when he could, working hard at his job, testing the waters with new people. Then came the fateful bbq where he had somehow let you convince him to go home with you. It was easy honestly, he loved you so much there wasn't much he wouldn't do for you. But when he let it slip to a couple of his closest friends that you were casually sleeping together from time to time, they gave him worried looks. They warned him it wasn't the best idea when he clearly loved you but you were no longer on the same page. They told him it would only hurt him in the end. And it does, it does hurt him every time you reach out and he knows he's just some kind of last resort, only when you're feeling extra lonely.

But the thing with you is that you're comfortable and familiar. Though you're both grown, you're still that girl he fell in love with in University. The one he dreamed of marrying and having kids with. Jaehyun is a dreamer and he dreams that there is still a reality where this future will come true. That he will continue to answer your calls until you're his again because he still loves you the same way he did when you were together.

It was a hot Spring day and Irene's backyard was crowded with her friends. Now that the weather was better she and her fiancé are throwing a small party to celebrate their engagement. Jaehyun stood under the porch, seeking shelter from the burning sun, the cold beer bottle in his hand helping to keep him cool. He stares at you across the way, legs dipped in the pool as you sit besides Joy, holding her daughter in your lap.

His heart aches in moments like these, wishing more than anything that you both were married yourselves and you had a daughter of your own to look after. He takes a longer swig of his drink when he notices Johnny come up beside him. He ignores his friend in favor of his small daughter he was holding, cheeks rosy from the heat and large smile on her face as she sees her favorite uncle. "Hi, baby," he coos to her automatically handing Johnny his drink so he can take the baby into his own arms. He hoists her above his head as she giggles, bringing her back down to place a kiss on her red cheek before settling her safely on his hip.

"Whatcha doing over here all on your own?" Johnny asks as he grabs a drink for himself from the ice chest. Jaehyun hums, attention still mostly on the baby, "Just trying to stay cool". Johnny takes a sip from his drink, "That's good, I thought you were pining over your ex girlfriend for a second". Jaehyun sends his friend a glare before rolling his eyes. "You seeing her again?" he asks and Jaehyun clears his throat, never one to lie to his friends. "Yeah". "Seeing each other or sleeping with each other?" He asks again and Jaehyun huffs, "It doesn't matter. But we've been seeing each other more than usual".

Johnny stomach turns at the hopefulness in Jaehyun's voice, he sighs, "You can't keep doing this yourself Jaehyun". But Jaehyun only starts to tickle the baby's stomach, smiling at her small laughter. "I'm not doing anything". He says plainly, and now Johnny rolls his eyes. "You're holding on to an old relationship when you need to move on. It's not fair she treats you like this, stringing you along only when she wants to have a good time. You don't deserve that, you deserve to move on and find proper, healthy relationship".

Jaehyun doesn't expect Johnny to say such things on a afternoon surrounded by their friends but it sends cold feeling through him. He merely turns to the baby to place a kiss on her soft hair, "Okay Snowdrop, go back with your daddy for now, Uncle Jae has to use the bathroom". He slips Johnny back his daughter before silently heading inside. It hurts to hear those words from his friend, but he thinks it hurts worse because he knows he's right.

Johnny's words stuck with Jaehyun throughout the rest of the week. He was used to these warnings, usually brushing them off to keep his hope for you, but there was something different about this time around. He's already seen you a couple times since Irene's party. In the past this would delight him, give him something to hold onto, but he knows the reality of your situation now. He noticed the way you looked at that announcement that night, the fact that your best friend was getting married is what drove you to him. He hadn't been naive in the past, knowing you only came to him because you were lonely, but for some reason it feels much worse now.

Instead of a hookup call every couple of months, you've been in constant contact with him since you had got drunk and called him. Jaehyun stomach turns when he figures you might be wanting more that just a hookup. You should be happy, he tells himself, this is what you always wanted, get her back. But for once his rational side is stronger realizing the timing of it all, you truly don't want him, you just don't want to be alone.

You were over for dinner once again but Jaehyun was on edge the whole time. The conversation was light and he seemed dazed. "Are you alright?" You ask him as you load the dishwasher for him, sparing him a glance as he twirls the wine around in his glass. He hums sending a nod, looking up at you as you dry your hand on a towel. You send him a small smile, "So I was thinking, my work trip next month is at some fancy resort just outside the city. It's all inclusive, spa, pool, amazing restaurants. And I can have a plus one".

Jaehyun closes his eyes and huffs, "Don't start this shit". He looks at you in time to see your shocked expression, "Excuse me?" you let you, moving to grab the counter. "Don't start acting like we're together," he says your name firmly, "We haven't been together in years. You haven't wanted me in years, don't start acting like you do now". He chugs down the rest of his drink. He can see from your face you're hurt, but he doesn't understand how you could be. You seem to gather yourself before speaking again, "That was the past, Jaehyun. This is now, I thought you knew when I reached out it was for something more. I told you I missed you". He rolls his eyes, thankful he was able to be strong. Perhaps if Johnny hadn't said those words to him this past weekend he would've already agreed to your trip, moving to look at this fancy hotel online, enjoying you before you decided you weren't lonely enough to resort to him anymore.

He says your name softly, "I know that's not true. You don't miss me, you miss having someone to have around". You avert your gaze, maybe ashamed he called you out. "I'm tired of this, I'm tired of being your fucking backup plan". You shake your head at him before speaking, voice coming out as a quiet whisper, eyes watering as you look at him, "Why won't you love me?"

Jaehyun abruptly stands from his seat, slamming his hand against the counter which makes you jump, "Don't!", he's nearly yelling, "Just stop, why would you-how dare you even say that to me!" A couple of tears have made their way down your face but Jaehyun only sees red, "You have no right to say that to me, not when I'm the only one who has shown love in all the years we've known each other". He can tell from your face the sadness is leaving your body as you become angry, "That is not true!" "Since we broke up-" he states but you cut him off, "You don't know anything about how I feel, how I felt for you all this time".

Jaehyun knows it was wrong of him to claim you didn't love him all the years you were together, you were nothing but a loving and caring girlfriend. But the anger get the best of him, especially knowing you haven't truly loved him in years. At least, not the same love he felt for you.

He takes deep breaths, trying to stop himself from speaking anymore. Not wanting to say anything worse while he's so angry, he merely watches as you stand across from him looking sad. Looking sad and beautiful and like his girlfriend he fell in love with.

Anger clouds Jaehyun's head, or possibly his love for you. He takes two steps to reach you before grabbing your face in his hands, pausing for a moment to see if you pull away from him. When you don't, he slams his lips against yours. You kiss him back, both of you sharing your frustrations through your lips. You move to grab onto his shirt to pull him closer to you, his hips slamming against yours, your back pushing almost painfully into the counter. Jaehyun roughly bites on your lips, causing you to whimper but he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You both kiss rushed and messily, hands running along each other's bodies as if you were in a hurry.

Jaehyun uses his knee to push between your legs, making you spread your legs wider. One of his hands makes its way down your body, stopping to grab your thigh roughly before his fingers soothingly run up under your dress, reaching to touch you through your panties. You groan into his mouth as he pushes against your clit, running up and down the cloth a few times before he decides it was enough.

He slips the material to the side to access your wetness, fingers touching you as his tongue still roams your mouth eagerly. He pushes his middle finger into your hole, knowing you were ready for him, yet the tightness he feels still causes a groan to leave his mouth. Jaehyun works a second finger into you, both of them moving against your walls quickly but still hitting all the right spots. Your mouth falls open as you grip his forearm, he can feel your nails digging into his arm and it only urges him to go faster. He moves his mouth to messily kiss along your jaw and down your neck, roughly biting into the soft skin every now and again. "Please, Jaehyun," you call out in a mixture of a whine and a moan causing his heart to pound firmly against his chest.

"C'mon, baby," he huskily says into your ear. His fingers are moving faster and he curls them in order to make your feel the best, his palm just at the right angle to rub against you. "There you go, cum for me" he says as he feels you tightening around him, your head thrown back in pleasure. He slows his pace but keeps moving his fingers inside of you, watching your face until your eyebrows furrow and attempt to stop his hand from moving. He pulls his fingers out, resting them on your thigh before he moves his mouth over to kiss you again. His lips are much slower against your own now. The two of you continue to kiss with this pace, just slow, almost passionate as you move against each other. In the end he can't hold out any longer, so he moves to undo his pants, taking his hard cock out of its confines.

He rubs himself in his hand a few times, the logical part of his brain reminding him he should be smart and run to the bedroom to get a condom really quick. But his brain is still clouded and not using a condom only tempted him. You don't move to object either as he lifts one of your legs up over his hip, pulling your panties to the side once again, before lining up his cock with your entrance. He rubs his tip against you, looking into your eyes to see if you want him to stop, breathing heavily when you merely nod your head to get him to continue. At your encouragement he slowly pushed himself inside of you, both of you emitting sounds of pleasure at the intrusion.

Jaehyun goes back to kissing you as he waits for your to be comfortable around him, enjoying the feeling of your hand running up his arm. When he finally moves it seems like he can't stop, his thrusts becoming faster as he feels your warmth around him without a barrier.

His mind only becomes more clouded as he has you like this, nothing in between you both. He can see your wetness coating his bare cock as he glances down to see where you meet. "Looks so good," he grumbles, "Feels even better". He says it quietly as if he isn't sure if he's telling you or himself. He picks up the pace, hand gripping your thigh tighter, "Can't believe you're letting me fuck you raw like this, huh,". He pushes his forehead against your own but you can barely keep your eyes open at the pleasure.

"Maybe I should fuck a baby into you, what do you think?" He mumbles against your lips and you whine his name in return. Jaehyun knows he shouldn't be saying stuff like this, especially now after fighting over your so-called relationship. Not when it's such a touchy subject for you both. But his head is so filled with desire, desire for you, desire for something more in life with you, that these things are slipping freely past his lips.

"Mm, that's right. Let me cum inside you, baby. I'll fill you up so nicely". His mouth is lose at this point, words tumbling off his lips he knows he will regret later. "Please, Jaehyun," you moan back to him, "Please cum inside". "Shit," he curses as you encourage him, hips knocking into yours as he reaches his end. Spilling his warmth deep inside of you, he feels amazing now, ears ringing and hands roaming your body. He kisses you before he can think too much, before he comes to his senses and realize what he has done. For now he will just bask in the afterglow.

The both of you are now settled onto his couch. A large blanket covers the two of you as you have cleaned up and now lay watching a random movie he found on t.v. You're head is against his chest as he plays with your hair and you feel so tired. Physically and mentally. Tired of holding onto Jaehyun and relying on him as your only source of comfort. He doesn't deserve that and frankly neither do you. Yet neither of you can seem to stop.

"Why do we keep holding onto each other?" you whisper out to him, breaking the long silence between you both.

"You hold onto me because I make you feel less lonely," he speaks back, hand roaming down your arm to play with your fingers, "And I hold onto you because I'm in love with you".

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worksby-d · 2 years ago

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Taking After You

Pairing: Andy Barber x pregnant girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Visiting Andy at work during your lunch break a.k.a. just using him cause he's got a comfy sofa you can nap on.

Warnings: None!!!

Word count: ~700

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Your attempt at walking in quietly doesn't matter. As soon as he hears his office door click open, he's putting a pause on what he's working on and getting up to greet you.

He's been patiently waiting since you texted him an hour ago asking if you could stop by during your lunch break.

“You don't have to take a break yet if you're busy,” you try to tell him as you close the door again behind you.

Your words go in one ear and out the other though. He's already leaned against his desk, holding a hand out for you to bring you closer.

“Nonsense, honey.” He's not going to turn down spending time with you. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you sigh, stepping into his arms. “Just came to say hi.”

“I was hoping you were coming to do a little more than just say hi,” he teases, resting his hands on your waist.

You roll your eyes, linking your arms around his neck. You probably don't even want to know, but you ask anyway. “What did you have in mind?”

“Hoping you came to give me a kiss, maybe,” he suggests, giving you an innocent smile.

That, you can do. You give him a quick kiss, swiping your lip gloss off his lips with your thumb as you pull away.

“That's all?” You raise an eyebrow, not believing that for one second.

He pretends to think for a moment and you almost regret playing along.

“For now,” he winks, leaning to steal one more kiss before becoming more serious. “How are you feeling?”

His hand moves from your side to rest on your growing belly. He had a hard time leaving you this morning knowing you were feeling almost too nauseous to get out of bed. You miraculously ended up making it to work shortly after him, but then all he could think about was whether you were making it through the day okay.

“So tired,” you answer honestly, letting out a short laugh as you lay your head on his shoulder. Despite your attempt of laughing it off, he knows it's taking a toll on you.

“I know,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Tell baby girl she has to let you rest a little.”

“I do! She already doesn't listen to me,” you joke with an exasperated sigh. “Taking after you, unfortunately.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dropping his other hand to playfully tap your ass. “I listen. Tell me what you want to eat, I'll prove it to you.”

“I don't want anything–” You’re cut off by your own yawn. “I came here to take a nap on your sofa.”

He scoffs. “You're using me?”

“Yes,” you quip straight-faced, stepping out of his arms. “I know no one will bother me here.”

“Have you eaten yet though?” He won't let that go. “You need to eat something.”

“When I wake up,” you promise. His look of concern doesn't go away though. “Please?”

He offers a smile, letting out a deep breath, knowing he won't win this one. As much as you need to eat, he knows you could use the rest too. He holds out his arm toward the sofa, gesturing for you to go for it.

“Thank you,” you mirror his smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He quietly goes back to work as you lay down and fall asleep almost instantly.

He can't help but glance over at you every so often to make sure you're comfortable. He gets up once to put his suit jacket on top of you like a blanket, swearing he noticed you shiver.

He jumps when you grab his hand before he walks away, not realizing you’re actually half awake. “What’s wrong–”

“Nothing,” you laugh and apologize for startling him. You know he's in a constant state of concern lately. “She's kicking.”

He lets you place his hand where you're feeling it so he can feel it too. A faint smile takes over his face, his previous worry slowly dissipating.

“You girls are on opposite schedules,” he chuckles. “Why’s it always when you're wanting to sleep?”

“I don't know,” you giggle. “You have to ask her that.”

“I will.” He leans over to kiss your forehead, talking softly to you. “You try to go back to sleep for a bit.” You watch him kneel on the floor, making himself eye level with your stomach. “She and I will have a little chat before I go get your lunch.”

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joels-golf-club · 2 years ago

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Exhaustion

A/n: So this turned out way more angsty than I originally planned it to be but whatever. I also kinda hate it but I just wanted to write a little bit to get back into the swing of things.

All my work is 18+ MDI

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Lowkey angsty but fluff at the end, kinda established relationship, reader doesn't know how to cope, miscommunication, implied traumatic past, mention of nightmares, post outbreak! Joel, no use of Y/n, swearing, self harm in the form of sleep deprivation if that's a thing. Please don't read if any of this is triggering to you.

When you were out on the road it was easy to avoid your nightmares. You would barely sleep in between watches with Joel, and when you did it was a light enough sleep that you wouldn't ever dream.

But in Jackson it was different. It took a few months to get adjusted to the new way of life, the somewhat normal life in the commune. Once you, Ellie and Joel had gotten used to the new town you had quickly fallen into a routine. Ellie would go to school while you and Joel took patrols with each other before coming back home to share a bed. For a while you would still sleep light enough that your dreams, or rather nightmares couldn't reach you in Joel's strong embrace, but eventually you got comfortable and your past crawled it's way into your subconscious.

On more than one occasion you had jolted awake in a panic not knowing where you were while Joel was forced to calm you down. It was these moments that filled you with guilt and shame. Joel had been through just as much, if not more than you had and he didn't need you ruining what little sleep he got just because you couldn't handle something that you had escaped from over a year ago. It was then that you decided to push through and suck it up. If Joel could handle a little trauma, then so could you.

So as the days went on you forced yourself to sleep as little as possible. Sure it made you a little jumpier on patrol but so far Joel hadn't noticed and you hoped he would just chalk the bags under your eyes up to long patrols nights and 'waking up' earlier than usual. You had made it almost a month sleeping just enough to keep you functioning, which meant about an hour or two a night, before Joel decided to corner you during patrol.

"So you gonna tell me what's going on with you?" He spoke one day while you were hiking up to a abandoned hunting cabin that had been shaped into a patrol outpost you two occasionally spent a weekend on patrol at.

His words caused you to momentarily freeze up during which he sent a glance over his shoulder at you, eyeing your reaction. "What do you mean?" The words left your mouth carefully with no emotion as you tried to focus on anything other than your pounding headache and the way Joel kept glancing back at you. Just another mile and then you would avoid Joel at the cabin. You've held off this conversation for a month, you could do it for another 30 minutes.

Joel, however, seem to think otherwise. He scoffed at your response and stopped walking, causing you to pause for a moment before walking past him towards the cabin. Just a little more...

"Don't bullshit me, darlin'. You're shaking and sweating right now just walking when you can usually do this hike without breaking a sweat. You're pale and you've had bags under your eyes for the past month. So tell me what the fuck is going on and why you won't talk to me."

Shit.

He noticed. Those weeks you had gone laying in bed awake while we slept at your back and you tried to play it off hadn't gone unseen like you had hoped. Now he was mad at you and you were just causing him more stress, the opposite of what you hoped your efforts would do. "It's nothing Joel. Just drop it, alright?" you kept walking and ignored the ever growing headache pulsing behind your eyes as the exhaustion caught up to you after not getting a wink of sleep the past three days and then hiking with this conversation thrown at you. Joel called out your name angrily and stormed up to you forcing you to stop walking and face him. The cabin was only a quarter mile up now.

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation here!"

"Yeah, and I'm trying to avoid it!" You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth because they only confirmed that something was wrong.

"And why's that, huh? What aren't you telling me?" His expression changed then and he dropped his gaze down to his hands for a moment. "Did I do something wrong? Is that why you won't talk to me?" His fears broke through you just a bit and you could feel your throat tighten up against the tears building up. When you spoke your voice came out thick and brittle.

"Jesus, Joel, no it isn't you. Shit. You didn't do anything wrong, it's just me, okay? It's just something I have to handle." Joel met your eyes again then and stared into your glazed over gaze. He only nodded then and started walking again. Thank fucking God, he was dropping it.

It wasn't until you thought Joel was fast asleep that your exhaustion truly hit you. You knew that if you slept now you would be out hard and it would be impossible to avoid the memories of unwanted grasps against your skin and cries of pain as you were struck would reach you. So instead of laying in bed with Joel where you knew you would be out in seconds if you stayed any longer you slowly climbed off the dusty bed and downstairs to sit by the fire place where a few glowing coals remained from your earlier tense dinner.

You sat there for what could've been hours or minutes just rubbing your temples with shaking hands, trying to physically force away your pounding migraine. You hadn't even noticed Joel appearing in the doorway until his voice caused you to all but jump out of your skin.

"This is you handling it then?" His voice was raspy with still and you couldn't help but be jealous at the precious hours he had to sleep in peace. "Jesus christ darlin, when's the last time you slept?"

His words immediately brought tears to your eyes and the walls you had spent weeks building high came crashing down. You crumbled as the first sob tore through your body, your entire being shook and you brought your hands up to cover your face as shame and pain ripped into you.

Joel was upon you in seconds and wrapped you up in his strong embrace as he slowly rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down. "Breath, darlin', just breath. Listen to me okay? In...and out," when you only continued to shake and sob in his arms he lifted one hand to your face and used the other the grab your own hand and place it against his chest, forcing you to feel his deep breaths. "Come on you gotta work with me here. You feel my breaths? Yeah, you do, just match my breathing, I know you can do it. In, and out. Yeah, just like that, good job." When your breathing had finally evened out and all that remained was a few sniffles you began to speak.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, I didn't mean to wake you up. You can go back to bed." Joel just grabbed the back of your head and pressed you into his chest while shaking his head.

"Don't do that. Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. I just need to know what happened so I can help you, alright?"

You shook your head and mumbed against him, "I don't wanna tell you." When you looked at his face he had a deep frown and concern etched across his features.

"Why not, darlin'. You know I'm here to help you, that's how this thing works." He gently pulled you away from his chest and made you look at his face while he spoke.

"I don't want you to think I'm weak..." You avoided eye contact when you saw his face crumble and realization flood his gaze. He had finally figured it out.

"It's your nightmares isn't it?" You just barely nodded and continued staring at the ground you sat on. "You've been forcing yourself to stay awake? Sweetheart, you can't do that, it'll get you killed out here if you aren't able to function properly. Why didn't you just come to me?" His words were spoken quietly but still firm in your ear.

"I didn't want to be a burden. You've been through so much as well and you don't wake up screaming every night. You're so strong. I didn't want to make you see how weak I am, so I figured if I just didn't sleep then they wouldn't be able to hurt me again." You shook your head in disbelief at yourself and scratched at your arms anxiously. "God I spent so long getting out of there and trying to heal and I'm still just the dumb little slave. Nothing's changed." Joel grabbed your arms and forced your scratching to stop and looked you in the eye with anger behind his eyes.

"Hey. Don't say that shit. What you went through is unspeakable and it doesn't make you weak to be affected by it." You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could get any words out. "No, I'm talking right now. You are so incredibly strong, darlin'. You've been through so much and you still manage to push forward and live. So don't you dare call yourself weak because that is absolute bullshit and we've promised not to lie to each other. How about we go upstairs and get you some sleep, and if you have a nightmare you wake me up, I don't care how often or what time it is and you tell me what you need me to do, okay?"

You nodded your head and leaned forward to press a soft, barely there kiss to his lips that he immediately reciprocated. "Thank you. For everything."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, darlin. This is what I'm here for. Please don't ever feel like you can't tell me stuff like this, alright." You just nodded again and allowed him to help you back upstairs into bed where you fell asleep in his strong embrace within seconds of your head hitting the pillow.

#x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel tlou #joel x reader #joel x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #tlou hbo #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #tlou series #joel #joel the last of us #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff

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toruro · 2 years ago

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maknae line + making up after a fight

a/n: part one with the argument can be found here and hyung line's verson is here! i think the one for seokmin is like the cutest thing i've ever come up with. like i'm gushing, rolling on the floor, thrashing, crying just thinking about it. hopefully u will feel the same way sorry not sorry :p anyways i didn't have much work today so i decided to work on this earlier than i planned c: please like and reblog if you enjoy this!

w/c: 2.0k

seokmin

the next morning after your fight, both you and seokmin are, naturally, more level headed than before, but the wounds are still fresh. both of you being on the more emotional side, it'll take a bit more than one night's of sleep to *fully* refresh your minds, but right now you guys are as calm as you can be given the circumstances. when you wake up, he'd still be asleep, and you would slip out of bed carefully to make yourself some coffee in the kitchen while you wait for him. it'll take some time, but soon seokmin will be crawling out of bed too, silently joining you in the kitchen as you place the cup of coffee you made for him on the counter. he almost doesn't notice it. almost. when he looks down at the mug, he has to blink twice to realize which one it is. the mug is black with a big fat red heart in the middle, words in white reading out "i <3 you." it was a cheesy souvenir you'd bought him ages ago when you first started dating and went on trip to new york by yourself, but seokmin loved it so much he vowed to only use it on special occasions to "preserve it's greatness." the last time he used the mug was on his birthday around two months ago, tucking it back into it's safe corner in your cupboard to take out on the next special day. right now, his eyes flicker between the mug and your face as you look down, face burning as you wait for his response. seokmin can feel the emotions bubbling up inside of him, but it's not like last night—it isn't harsh, or heated, or angry—no, it's warm and fuzzy. in fact, his heart is swelling with so much love for you that he can't even remember why he was mad in the first place, quickly reaching over and bringing you in for a tight hug. you nearly start crying when you feel his arms around you, choking back quiet tears as he rests his head into the crook of your neck, murmuring soft "i love yous."

mingyu

you wake up before mingyu, somewhat in a haze and trying to cuddle closer to him as he has an arm draped of your waist, before you remember the events of the night before. you'd suddenly be tentative of your next moves because while you're much calmer right now, you were the one who suggested sleeping in different rooms, guilt slowly creeping up your spine. you kind of just lay there for a few moments, turning your head so you can take a look at his face which looks much more peaceful than the frustrated expression that donned his face the night before. you sigh sadly, realizing that you kind of need to solve this issue right now or else you won't have peace of mind, choosing to place a hand on his shoulder and gently tap on his bicep so he can stir awake. it takes a few groans and incoherent mumbles for mingyu to finally blink his eyes open, eyes lazily following your gaze to land on you, taking a deep inhale as you both just stare at each other while laying down. you're the first to speak, "i really wanted to talk. sorry for waking you," you'd mumble sheepishly, realizing that you didn't think of what you actually wanted so say. you're half expecting mingyu to scoff, wondering if his anger from the night before didn't wear out, so it's easy to say you'd be pleasantly surprised when he throws you a half smile, nodding his head and propping himself on the headboard, replying a simple, "it's okay. i want to talk too." the next moments are spent with you both still under the covers but talking, and it's not yelling like the night before, no, it's an actual discussion. it progresses well, and by the end of it both you and mingyu are embarrassed by how simple the solution was, realizing that this whole issue could have been resolved much easier if you were both more...level headed. safe to say that mingyu would feel extremely bad for the rest of the day, being extra clingy and not leaving your side no matter what you do.

minghao

arguments with minghao hardly ever escalate to the point where either of you is still upset or angry the next morning, if at all. of course, if discussion still needs to happen, it will, and that's exactly what would happen the morning after your fight the night before. you'd both wake up around the same time and minghao would encourage you to get out of bed so you could talk about this face to face, sitting at the table. you'd sit down across from each other, maintaining a little distance for the sake of your hearts, and then he'd reach a hand over and hold yours the entire time through your conversation, squeezing it lightly whenever he feels you needed reassurance or a reminder that he loves you and always will. the conversation is over quick, and you're glad the issue out of the way so soon, standing up so minghao can pull you into a deep hug. he'd press your face into his chest, loving the way you instinctively wrap your arms around his torso as he presses soft kisses into your forehead. once he pulls back he'd stare at you for a few moments and murmur, "i love you so much," before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. after that, things would go pretty much back to normal but i like to think that he might just baby you a little extra today.

seungkwan

after making you cry so much the night before, seungkwan would hardly be able to sleep the entire night. he'd try his best to not toss and turn since you were sleeping so peacefully right next to him, but ever time he closes his eyes the image of your tear streaked face pops up into the forefront of his mind and he finds himself crumbling all over again. but as miserable as he'd feel, seungkwan doesn't want to wallow in self pity, instead using all the time that he's awake to brainstorm ways to make things up for you. he is finally able to sleep, luckily, but wakes up earlier in the morning than usual as you're usually up before him. he takes you sleeping as a chance to slip out and into the kitchen where he tries his absolute best to cook something nice for breakfast. he'd be a bit clumsy with it, but the final product would be something very much to your liking, so the slight irritation you feel when you're woken up to the sound of pots and pans clanging against each other would wither away when you saw the meal he prepared for you. once he notices you in the kitchen, he'd grow slightly flustered before putting down whatever kitchen tools he's holding and greet you good morning before encouraging you to sit down. you'd do so silently, not expecting seungkwan to start rambling out an apology so fast and desperate that you'd need to put your hands on his shoulders and say, "baby, baby, slow down, please?" and he'd take a deep breath and realize that it was too much and start over but more clearly. his words are thought through, you realize and it starts a nice and calm conversation between the two of you. give it like twenty minutes and the air would be cleared and the issue would be resolved and seungkwan would have his arms wrapped around you so fucking tightly while continuing to whisper out apologies, causing you to hit his shoulder lightly and tell him to shut up because you forgive him and you love him and that nothing else matters.

vernon

vernon would be up before you, and similar to seungkwan, would be stressing the whole night just out of the guilt. he knows you were frustrated with him the night before, and frankly, he's frustrated with himself now. definitely feels like he could have been more responsive the night before...it's just that his emotions were so clouded that nothing was really processing in his brain. now that he's had the night to rest and think and all, he's ready to really take on the situation, determined to not make the same mistakes as before. when you wake up finally, you'd find him sitting on the living room couch, nervously twiddling his fingers together, jumping up when he notices you. stuttering out a quick good morning, you'd ask him why he's up before you, since that's not normal, causing him to bashfully admit, "i couldn't sleep. i wanna talk to you." you frown at the thought of him not being able to sleep well, but nod anyways, joining his side so you can sit face-to-face on the couch. "i'm sorry," vernon would say once you settle down, "but last night my mind just wasn't working. i know that's not fair to you, but i'm ready to talk now," he explains and you shoot him a small, thankful smile before beginning to speak. you speak your mind in small chunks, letting vernon take it in and respond on his own. things are going much slower than before, but at least you're both talking and it's calm, it's responsive, and most of all, it's getting you somewhere. within around half an hour you'd both be wrapped up in each other's arms now that the issue's resolved. you'd giggle as vernon presses a kiss onto your neck, murmuring something along the lines of, "vernon! we need to eat!" only causing him to shake his head and say, "nuh-uh. i'm keeping you here all day long."

chan

when you wake up, you're still in chan's arms, as expected—ever since you started sharing a bed, neither you or him have been able to sleep well without being pressed up against each other. your back is facing his and for a moment you think he's still asleep, but when you gently try to shuffle out of his embrace to get up, you're surprised to feel him tug bag. you'd look down, whispering, "you awake channie?" and the use of his nickname would have his heart clenching. he'd hum something in response that's supposed to come off as a yes, loosening his hold on you as you both sit up so you can turn to look at him. he rubs his eyes a few times as you shift your body so it's facing his, and as soon as his vision is cleared he notices the frown on your face. you don't look upset or angry, rather...the look on your face is solemn, and he immediately reminded of the night before. "hey," he murmurs, reaching his hand out, "can we talk? like right now?" you nod quickly in agreement, squeezing his fingers back gently. you two begin talking about the situation and at some point you start crying—just a little—but enough to have chan pulling you into your arms to calm you down before letting the conversation resume. you're both determined to not have a screaming match like last night and do everything in your power to make sure that while you're communicating your emotions, things don't get out of hand. it takes a bit of time but the issue is soon resolved, and once even a hint of a smile is making its way onto your face, chan is swooping down to capture your lips to a kiss that's so passionate it has you falling backward on the bed, back hitting the mattress. you laugh lightly and the sound is literally fucking music to his ears, and you both bask in the feeling of each other in your arms.

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year ago

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[☆There's a poll in this one☆]

(You wake up slowly. Too slowly. Something's not right. Your skin has erupted in goosebumps, and rasped breathing can be heard from above as your shoulders are grabbed.)

" Ah, don't- Don't try to sit yet, you'll get dizzy. "

(Although you swear you recognize that tone by now, it's still cause for alarm, since you're pretty sure you were well alone when you went to bed.)

(Finally, your eyes peek open, and you recoil slightly.)

" It's me. Surprise. "

(He looks mildly guilty. He's also too close for your tastes. Even at this proximity, his face continues to be a mostly unknowable void. Is it that he's pitch black, or is Hudsyn genuinely a shadow adorned in robes?)

" Before you say anything, I had planned to do this later, a few couple of days later actually, but eheh- It turns out I don't have that privilege. It won't be as organized as I was hoping, but history doesn't wait for you to prepare, does it? "

(Hudd looks at you with significant mania. An uncomfortable -For you- Pause unfurls.)

" Mentee, the time has come! "

(Your confused grimace has Hudsyn frowning in turn, until realization seems to hit the monster.)

" Remember, a couple weeks ago, when you agreed to help me? "

(As your eyes widen in an epiphany, so do his.)

" Yes, that's right, exactly! "

" See, I haven't just been lazing around this whole time- I've been working towards something special! Very special. "

" Something only someone like you can get... That's why this all took so long. I needed to wait for you. I needed to find you. "

(There's a moment where it seems as if Hudd is searching for something in your face. A reply, a reflection.)

(He gives up, taking a few, much appreciated steps back from you. While your vision clears you can finally start to study the space around you.)

(You're in a living room, it can only be that. It's surprisingly well-kept, cozy even... Is this his home? It must be early, enough so that the light coming from the window illuminates a great portion of the room easily. You spot scribbled notes on the wall and the darkness creeping from the far right, swallowing even that rickety lamp.)

" Well well, you're looking at me so oddly. Is it truly that hard to believe that I have living standards? "

(You opt not to answer that.)

(The demonoid helps you stand up. You feel something soft about his touch, but it's chaste in nature. When you're steady, he walks off-sight for a moment, presumably to another division, you hear the clicking of porcelain on claws, before Hudsyn comes back humming softly, white digits holding...)

(A fancy-looking cup filled with a clear-ish substance. It sparkles oddly, reflecting colors it shouldn't, and has a strong, alluring scent.)

" A treat, you could say... "

" I feel it is only fair. You were a kind host to me and I'm not one to forget such details. "

" Do sit. I need you to be wide awake for this, conversation will help. "

(Doing as told, you settle on the armchair opposite to the smallest couch, contemplating what to do, and what to say for that matter. There's a lot more at stake here now than there ever was compared to your previous interactions with this demonoid. He's not so harmless, is he?)

#Hudd oc #pinnie's art #demon oc #yandere demon #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #minors dni

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deareddie · 2 years ago

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sweetest devotion

for @tawaifeddiediaz , inspired by this post. ily

The storm goes on for days. Pounding rain against the windows keeps Buck awake far later than he should be, considering his state. He blinks in the darkness and tries to find the sound therapeutic, but in truth, the incessant noise does nothing more than encourage the headache already festering behind his eyelids.

His phone chimes with a message on the bedside table. In the brief instant of light it provides, Buck welcomes the distraction.

Hen: Just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Hope Nurse Eddie is taking good care of you :)

Buck laughs quietly and types out a reply.

pretty sure he passed out on the couch a while ago. mind if I call you?

Hen: Go for it.

The dial tone sounds twice before she picks up, sounding like she's already refraining from scolding him for not taking better care of his health.

"Hey there," she says. "What are you doing up so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," he deflects, halfheartedly.

Hen hums. "That would be a fair question if one of us hadn't been hospitalized a few days ago. You're supposed to be resting."

Buck sighs. Touché.

"What's keeping you up?" she asks, more gently.

"Just...can't sleep. This stupid storm won't let up."

"Ah. Yeah, Karen and I are still hoping the basement won't flood this time. Pretty sure half of everything we owned grew mould last year," Hen jokes. Buck chuckles. After a moment of silence on the line, she prods him again. "Is that...the only thing bothering you?"

Buck hesitates.

It isn't, of course. But he had yet to figure out how to broach the subject in the flurry of activity that had suddenly surrounded him. Medics trying to keep him awake and doctors trying to keep him alive, his sister tearing up and fussing over him the second he opened his eyes, Bobby filling a Tupperware container with homemade soup and sending it with him when he was discharged. Eddie taking a right turn instead of a left on the way home from the hospital with a scoff, because, "You think I'm letting you go home alone?"

Everyone just seemed glad he was okay. Nobody had said much else. Buck hadn't asked.

But-

"Did you guys think I was dead?"

Hen is quiet for a second, thrown by his sudden frankness. Buck waits, his breath feeling strangely tight in his chest. "I mean, we hoped you weren't, but-" she sighs. "It looked pretty bad, Buck. Worse than the times before."

He hadn't really thought any less, but it shakes him a bit to hear her admit something more than the usual, "You gave us a real scare there, Buckaroo." Maybe because it actually makes it feel real. Makes the ache that lingers settle in deeper. He lays there, in bed in a house that isn't his but welcomes him as if he belongs in it all the same—where his face is in the pictures on the wall and his old t-shirts are in the washing machine and his best friend sleeps lightly in the living room, listening for any signs of pain so that he can help to ease it—and the the feeling becomes a reminder of everything he nearly lost.

"So then why-" He swallows, pushing away a sudden wave of emotion that he can't quite define. Grief? Anger? "Why would Bobby send Eddie up there after me? Wasn't there a- a better way to-?"

Hen cuts him off with a dry laugh. "No one sent him, Buck," she says. "He was up there before the rest of us could think to move."

Buck blinks.

"Well- why didn't anyone stop him? Come up with a better plan? I mean-"

"Do you really think we could've stopped him?" Hen asks.

Buck finds he doesn't actually know the answer.

In wake of his silence, she rephrases the question. "If the roles were reversed, would anyone have been able to stop you?"

Buck's head begins to spin. Because no, of course not. It wouldn't matter if the whole world was screaming at him to stop—if Eddie was the one hanging from the top of that ladder, Buck would do anything to bring him back down to earth. Just like he's done before. But that's because–

Well, it's because of a feeling that settled itself in his chest long before he was able to give it a name.

"Buck?" Hen's voice comes through the phone, but it sounds a bit farther away to him now. "You still there?"

"I-" he starts. Stops. His mind is running in circles and he can't quite catch up.

More softly, Hen asks, "Didn't you know he'd do the same?"

And-

"No," he breathes. "I don't think I did."

Yet suddenly it seems like it’s been there, in the photos and the laundry and there in the next room, on that couch, this whole time. In the arguments and the anger and the long, hard conversations, too. The big things and the small—he'd just never looked close enough to see it.

"Listen Hen, I think I'd better-"

"Yeah, you better.” He hears her smile through the phone. “Goodnight, Buck."

"Goodnight," he says. "And uh- thanks. For the talk."

"Anytime," she says, and hangs up.

On his slow but steady journey from the bedroom down the hallway, he follows the gently flickering light of the television and tries to figure out what, exactly, he plans to say in order to unravel his tangled mess of a brain and present it as something comprehensible. When he finds Eddie, however (not sleeping like he'd thought, but watching one of those made-for-TV romance movies that he's always claimed to hate) the first thing that comes out of his mouth is–

"You're an idiot."

Eddie turns to look at him, wide-eyed and startled and a little bit concerned. "Buck? What are you-?" He stands, blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes, and steps halfheartedly into the space between them, as if worried he might have to catch Buck if he spontaneously keels over in the doorway. "Is everything okay?"

"And a hypocrite too," Buck adds, disregarding the question.

Now, Eddie just looks confused. "Am I?"

"You're supposed to be the sensible one,” he says, pointing his finger in the way that his mother had always told him was bad manners. “You're supposed to stay on the ground and stay safe while I pull the stupid stunts. That's how it works. That's how it's always worked."

Confusion washes away, replaced by recognition. "Buck-"

"What were you thinking?" There's a distraught edge to his voice, he knows it, and knows Eddie hears it. Still, he makes no effort to hide it. He thinks there might not be much point to that anymore, anyway.

"Someone had to go and get you." Eddie shrugs, guarded. "I guess I was just the fastest."

"Eddie."

"Buck." He says, eyebrows raised.

"Why did you do it?"

"What, was I supposed to just leave you hanging up there?"

"Why did you do it, Eddie?" Buck repeats, and a layer of Eddie's expression slips away.

He shakes his head. "I don't really know what you want me to say."

"I would do the same for you. You know I'd do the same for you. I've done the same for you, more than once," he rambles, gaze fixed on Eddie's—searching, imploring. "And I know why I do it." He swallows the lump of apprehension in his throat. "It's the same reason every time, Eddie."

He watches as another layer slips; crack after crack in Eddie's façade. Realization dawns—Buck sees it the moment it happens. Something flutters in his chest as the expression spreads across Eddie's face.

"So I want to know why you did it," he says.

Eddie's gaze softens. Carefully, nervously, he offers the truth.

"Same reason as you, I think."

He smiles, a slight thing. Buck does too. And for that one, brief moment, before either of them says another word, the storm seems to quiet; the rain slows, ever so slightly, to give them some small amount of reprieve.

It doesn't last, of course. But once Buck breathes out a 'thank god' and finally closes the distance between them, he can't seem to find it in himself to care.

#literally the first thing i've written in over a year #so i'm a lil rusty lol #but here ya go #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #katewrites #<< look at me using that tag again

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evilkaeya · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m not sure how long ago you posted the ADA Chuuya head canon post, or if you’ve lost interest, but in the tags you mentioned you have more to say but felt it was too long! I’d love to hear more if you want

Help I'm only seeing this now I'm sorry 😭 anyways more ada Chuuya hcs you say?? Hold my beer

> First time Chuuya uses corruption in front of the agency a part of his mind thinks, "That's it. They're going to be terrified of me now," only to be proven very wrong when he wakes up. The first person he sees is Dazai, which isn't new, Dazai has always been there after he woke up. Holding a mirror most of the time and saying, "Look what I drew on your face while you slept."

Then he blinks awake fully and he's surrounded by worried faces. Not scared, not curious but worried and when he sits up, they change to relief. Chuuya isn't sure what to do with the sudden burst of warmth spreading in his chest.

Atsushi is the first to leap at him. He hugs him, telling him how worried he has been. Kunikida pulls him away (you're crushing his ribs Atsushi) and sits next to Chuuya on the bed, patting his shoulder. Fukuzawa simply puts a hand on his head and Chuuya almost breaks down. He takes a pillow from behind him and buries his face into it. (This is how he manages his emotions. Everyone is used to it)

Ranpo, his partner, remains silently glaring at Chuuya until their eyes meet and Ranpo pinches his cheek. Hard. "Don't do that again!" He yells and says how he knew Chuuya had a bigger weapon up his sleeve that could cost his life but he didn't know it would be like this. Chuuya promises that he'd never use corruption unless Dazai is around.

For those who don't know why Ranpo is Chuuya's partner, here.

> For the 2-3 days he stays at the hospital, Kyouka leaves her bunny plushie with him so that he won't feel lonely. Yosano comes to check up on him the most, asking him if he feels okay. Chuuya tells her that he's used to it. He didn't get treatment like this in pm and he survived just fine. Sad eyes stare at him. "You shouldn't be used to it. You were a kid." Chuuya is once again filled with painful emotions he doesn't know what to do with.

> Moving on from corruption, Yosano and Chuuya are best friends !! If you go to the beauty salon Sunday morning you'll see them getting manicure and pedicure together, face masks on their face as they gossip about the latest rumors.

> Tanizaki oftens offers Chuuya his hairclips when he sees him struggling with his hair while working.

> Friday night is agency movie night !! They all gather at Chuuya's place to watch a movie together. They never let Dazai pick the movie despite how much he whines and cries.

> The movie nights always end in a cuddle pile. No matter how hard he tries, Chuuya can't hide the smile on his face when he wakes up to everyone's sleeping face the morning after. He carefully gets out of bed and goes to make breakfast for everyone. Dazai joins him minutes later. He hugs him from behind, and they share a little moment together in comforting silence.

> Basically Chuuya is surrounded by the love of his family all day every day and he's happier than he's ever been.

#someone stop me before I start writing a fic #I'm so weak when it comes to ada chuuya #i just want him to be happy and safe and cherished #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd ranpo #bsd yosano #bsd tanizaki #armed detective agency #soukoku #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #ada chuuya #sai answers

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bangtanficsforyou · 2 years ago

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Girl Of His Dreams (02)

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7K

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

Warnings: OC has low self esteem but we been knew, Jungkook is cocky and careless, dilemmas, swear words and that should be it.

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist (gonna make one soon)

Jungkook wakes up after a few minutes of you repetitively shaking his shoulders and sprinkling his face with water.

"Jungkook?" You call out in relief, the moment you notice the slightest bit of movement. "Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?"

Jungkook blinks a few times in what you assume is an attempt at clearing his vision. After a few more blinks, he seems to be able to see clearly and his eyes focus on the person sitting in front of him; you.

Much to your surprise and utter confusion, Jungkook's whole body language changes. He suddenly looks wide awake and shocked.

"Jungkook? Are you okay?" You ask again, considering the possibility that his sudden behaviour change can be a sign of some discomfort he might be feeling in his body.

Jungkook looks around and when he notices that the place is familiar to him, he seems to calm down and it provides him with a sense of clarity. "I need to go. I have classes." With that, he picks his bag up from the floor and gets up from his seat.

"Jungkook you can't leave–"

Before you can finish your sentence, he leaves without a single stumbling step as if he wasn't just senseless a few minutes ago. You quickly pay the bills and leave too. You can't just let him leave like that, what if he faints on the road or something?

Until he reaches his class or finds a friend who can look after him, you tell yourself as you start to follow him. You'd call for him, but you don't know what he will think of that. Maybe he'll think that you're trying to win him over or something and will again give you one of those looks that makes you feel inferior.

You don't want to do that plus it's alright as long as he's in sight. If he faints or stumbles, you will know and can help accordingly.

It is when he nears the art building that he joins a group of guys and starts chatting with them. You sigh in relief thinking that now he's with people who can look after him.

You turn around to leave when your eyes fall on the ring and you chuckle. Guess the ring isn't magical, after all!

You don't know why but you feel a little gloomy thinking that there isn't a magical ring that exists after all. You hadn't given a thought to what you'd do if the ring had some special powers but for a moment there, you had gotten excited thinking that it might help you bring you out of your misery. That maybe you won't have to struggle so much to find love.

But, alas!

Now the thought that you entertained the existence of such a ring sounds hilarious and downright stupid to you. Nevertheless, there's one less thing on your mind now.

If there's something you're good at and something that you never had to struggle with, it would be in academics. From the very beginning, you have always been an 'A' student. You have always been meticulous, a quick learner and a hard worker. All of which has simply contributed to your excellent track record when it comes to studies.

The only time you have gotten a C was in kindergarten, in art.

When you received that grade, you had made up your mind to get an A on the next test. It wasn't because you had gotten a scolding from your parents or that you were competitive. No, it was simply because it didn't fit into the collection of 'A's. Your two-year-old self thought that the 'C' must be very lonely and sad that it does not have a friend it can play with. Hence, you wanted the C to become an A, so that it can have fun with the others without being left out.

While you intensely practised the drawings of simple figures such as trees and huts, you also developed a special interest in sketching. The two-year-old got her A and also, found her hobby. Although, it was only when you got older that you realised sketching isn't just a hobby for you and that it is a means by which you express yourself.

Sketching helps you process your emotions and release them. It's simply therapeutic for you.

But after the latest debacle this morning, when you think of sketching or of the word 'art', it reminds you of the tears you cried in the washroom. It makes sense though. The episode is fresh and you can still feel the heavy emotions on your tongue.

You know that sooner or later, you will sketch with those emotions in mind so that you can move on from it. But before you can do that, you have to remind yourself why you love sketching.

It will take some time but it won't be difficult. You will only have to start sketching something you love in a place where you feel comfortable and at peace and you're sure your love for art will overcome the bitter memories from today. Then, the word 'art' won't redirect you to the pain you felt today.

Until then, you try your best to focus on the rest of the classes. You were already absent-minded during the first half of classes. You can't afford to do that during the second half as well. With all the assignments and projects that are due, if you miss what's being taught in class, you'll surely fall behind.

Thankfully, you find it easier to concentrate now, knowing that you won't have to face Jungkook anymore and that the ring isn't magical.

Much to your delight, the rest of the day goes by quickly and in no time you find yourself attending the last class of the day.

When the bell rings, you put your pen down and open and close your fist several times to get relief from the tension in your fingers.

Taking notes can be really tiring.

You huff when you see that almost everyone has packed their bags and are about to leave. It reminds you that you too will have to get up and walk all the way to your dorms. Only then will you be able to get some rest.

Gosh, science has advanced so much and yet there's no teleportation.

With rest being the only motivation, you leave your seat and walk towards the door.

You have just stepped out of the class when someone taps on your shoulder. You turn around and you feel completely perplexed when you realise that it's Jungkook.

Before you can get a word out, he starts speaking.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He stands there in the middle of the corridor, with his hands in his pockets, asking you the question in a very relaxed manner.

You, however, are anything but relaxed. Every time he's around you feel this pressure of having to prove yourself. With that, also comes the pressure of saying the right things. Saying something that can be misinterpreted in the wrong way, will make you look stupid all over again.

Jungkook mistakes your silence as your way of asking him to go on. And so he does. "I want you to model for my designs."

Now that gets you speaking.

"What?!" You are sure if you were to look into the mirror right now, you would look like a cartoon character with eyes wide open in disbelief and a look that says they are hearing things.

"Modelling," Jungkook says as if the word is supposed to explain everything. "It's alright if you don't have any prior experience, it is not that difficult."

You stare at Jungkook and try really hard to make sense of his words and actions. He is possibly just joking, right? But then why does he look so serious and seems to be expecting an answer from you?

"I-I...Why are you asking me this?" You stutter out.

"Why can't I?" He asks back, now somewhat reciprocating your state of confusion.

"No, but it's me." You point to yourself as if it should be obvious.

"So…..?" He leaves his words hanging in the air in hopes that you will start speaking in full sentences so that he can make sense of what you are trying to say. When he finds that you don't seem to have any intention of explaining where your confusion is rooted from, Jungkook takes matters into his own hands. "Listen, just come with me. See the designs and then you can decide."

Jungkook takes a hold of your hand and mistakes your inability to protest as your compliance and starts walking with you in tow.

Your eyes drop to his hand that is encircling yours. The sight makes you feel weird as if it shouldn't be there. However, what surprises you is how gentle and warm his touch is. It's almost comforting. Almost. But his words still sting and the gentle touch only reminds you how much hurt his words have left you with.

The pain reminds you of how clear and obvious he made it that you aren't model material. Heck, it was only this morning that he felt the need to make it clear that him asking for a treat wasn't the same thing as going on a date with you with that look on his face. The look that says he would never consider that as a possibility and is only saving you so that you don't daydream again. By now you can tell what that look means because you have been on the receiving end of it more than once.

How and why, then, is he asking you to model for him?

You had honestly thought that today's lunch–

Today's lunch. Jungkook had put the ring on you while the two of you were in the cafeteria. Could…..could it possibly be the result of that? The thought leaves you even more perplexed and you feel clueless as to what you should do if that were to be true.

You don't get to dwell in your thoughts for long as Jungkook's steps come to an abrupt halt and you realise that the two of you have stopped in front of the very room, the modelling audition was supposed to take place in. The realisation makes you panic. What if he asks you to audition? A week back, you were ready, overconfident and you had your head in the clouds but now, the thought of auditioning sounds like a nightmare.

"Come here," saying so, he heads over to a table. You follow him and as you get closer, you realise that there are sketches of his designs laid out on the surface. "These are a few of my sketches. I'm yet to decide which six to keep for the competition but it will be out of these."

"You want me to model wearing these?" In the state of confusion that you're in, you don't find it in yourself to observe the designs properly and appreciate them the way you would, any other time. Right now, your priority is to make sense of the situation.

He nods with a soft smile, one that catches you off guard. "I can't think of anyone else who would be a better fit for my designs."

With those words, any doubts you had about his behaviour being influenced by the ring, leave your mind. There's just no way that this Jungkook is the same one you interacted with before.

Or maybe he is. He just views you differently.

Almost as if to confirm your thoughts, the ring starts getting warm again. The sensation causes you to gasp out audibly, which catches Jungkook's attention.

He smirks flirtatiously, entertained by the sound. "That's a very flattering reaction to my designs, thank you ."

You half expect yourself to have a negative reaction to his words but surprisingly, rather than his words reminding you of the time you took his flirty words seriously, it gives you a pause.

You notice the way he's looking at you and it makes you realise that he isn't giving you that look anymore. There's a spark of something behind his eyes. You can't tell what it is but you sure know what it isn't. Judgement.

The only other time he had looked at you this way was during the first class but that is understandable considering that was the first time you both met each other. However, after that, he made it clear that he holds a particular opinion about you and you have an idea of what that is.

But that's not to say that you didn't want to change the idea he has of you. Of someone, who's too eager, who doesn't know their place and of someone who would mistake the slightest amount of attention being given to them as something more. When you realised that there was no way you can change his opinion, you tried your utter best to not feed into his views further which prove him right.

But right now you can tell that the opinion he had of you, is gone. He doesn't seem to view you through that pre-existing notion and it somehow lifts a heavy weight from your shoulders. It's almost as if Jungkook is meeting you for the first time.

It gives you the slightest amount of confidence to be yourself.

"Sorry to break it to you but I wasn't gasping at the sketches," you reply with a small cheeky smile. Or you hope that it comes out that way. It might as well have looked like you are wincing because you still don't know how to be around Jungkook.

Jungkook's smirk drops immediately and you have to hold back the small chuckle that bubbles up. It's kind of nice to see him not have the upper hand.

He clears his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed and tries to change the topic. "Nevertheless, let me know when you're free so that we can get started with it."

Seeing him in this flustered state, makes you feel bolder. "I never agreed to be your model."

Jungkook sighs. You're playing hard to get. Justified, he thinks.

"Give me your phone," he asks with his palms outstretched.

Already having an idea why he's asking for your phone, you don't protest. Handing him your phone, you watch as he types something. The confirmation that he's typing a number comes in the form of the unique sound phone keypads make.

Jungkook places a call from your phone to his and then gives you, your phone back.

"What should I save your contact as?" He asks.

It occurs to you that he has never asked for your name before, it has only ever been art girl to him.

With a small smile, you answer his question. "Y/N."

Jungkook nods as he types your name on his phone. The name has got a nice touch to it, he thinks.

"Text me by tonight to let me know of your decision."

A feeling of unease bubbles in your stomach which tells you that you might not be able to rest the way you have been looking forward to throughout the day.

Once you're back in the comfort of your dorms, you think about everything that has happened today and you're immediately faced with a massive dilemma.

The ring worked. That much was obvious in the way Jungkook's behaviour towards you drastically changed.

But what are you to do now?

Do you keep on with the pretence and see where things go? But the thought of doing so is immediately met with guilt. Because, after all, doesn't that mean you will be deceiving Jungkook?

Your mother's words about how who puts the ring on you, starts seeing you as their dream partner, comes to mind.

The thought of Jungkook viewing you that way, sounds exciting. It would be lovely and ideal for you if that were the case. Who wouldn't want a man like him?

But deep down, you know you can't accept that. You can't accept love in that form because whatever Jungkook might be feeling for you, isn't real. It can't be.

The other option with you is to remove the ring and letting things go back to normal. But then that would mean returning back to the you, that has never been good enough. You have always felt ashamed about how you were never the person you'd like to be.

You sigh when you realise you have to choose between guilt and shame.

You'd think having a magical ring would make things easier and magically fix the issues you have, but you're only left with difficult decisions to make.

You glance down at the ring and think about it. If you let things go back to normal, wouldn't that mean that you're simply not putting the ring to use? After all, isn't that what the ring is made for?

You know what wearing the ring means. Jungkook will keep viewing you as his ideal partner. But would that be so bad?

You know you'll feel guilty for doing so and for deceiving him. But at least there will be a reason for that guilt. That guilt won't make you feel powerless as it will because of something you have willingly done. That guilt is acceptable. However, feeling shame for being the way you are, is something that you never chose for yourself. You are the way you are, you have always been this way and with the shame that comes with being you, there is no explanation or reasoning. Most importantly, that shame makes you feel powerless.

Is it so bad that you want to let yourself escape from that shame? Throughout your life, you had to let go of a lot of things that you wanted. No matter how much you tried, some things always remained out of reach as you were never good enough to have them.

If the price you have to pay for feeling like you're flawless and enough, is guilt, you will gladly take it.

Your intention isn't to get with Jungkook, rather it's to feel that you're worthy of feeling the love of someone like Jungkook.

Plus, it's the ring which is making you look like his ideal partner. Which means the moment you take off the ring, the effect will wear off and so will his feelings.

One month.

You make the decision. One month from now and you'll remove the ring. One month of feeling the way you have always wanted to. One month of letting the magic work for you. One month of not being the Y/N you know. After that, you'll gladly give up the ring and return it.

Making up your mind, you grab hold of your phone.

You: Hey, it's Y/N.

You: I'll be your model

You anxiously chew on your lips after shooting the text. He hasn't changed his mind, right?

Thankfully, your phone beeps only after a few minutes and you immediately unlock the screen and open the message.

Jungkook: I was waiting for your text.

Your anxiety is washed away and the thought of him waiting for you to text does something funny to your stomach.

However, you immediately push the feeling aside, reminding yourself that it's only because of the ring and try to think of a proper response to his previous message.

You: well I'm flattered :)

Jungkook: that smiley is cute

Jungkook: btw can i ask what made you say yes

You look at his question and answer him with the truth.

You: thought of giving it a try

You: i have never experienced something like this before

Jungkook: that makes sense

Jungkook: although to be fair I wouldn't have taken no for an answer

You: 🚩🚩🚩

You: tell me you're a red flag without telling me you're a red flag

Jungkook chuckles at that.

Jungkook: judging me too soon aren't you?

Your smile fades in the slightest when you read that. You wish you had the courage to counter him with the exact same line.

You: it's not like you're giving me any other choice

Jungkook: well then I hope to get to know you better and change your opinion of me

You: we will see ;)))

A knock on the door catches Jungkook's attention and he looks up thinking that it's you. His excitement, however, dwindles when he realises who it is.

"Tina," he acknowledges her presence with a small nod.

"Am I early?" She asks, looking around at the empty room and noticing that it's only her and Jungkook.

Her question reminds Jungkook of the fact that informing her about the changes had totally slipped from his mind.

"Actually, there's someone else who's going to model."

Tina frowns, surprised by his words. "What do you mean by someone else? You didn't inform me about it beforehand."

"I know, but it was kind of sudden." Jungkook shrugs.

Annoyance shoots through her veins at Jungkook's dismissive behaviour. Not only two days ago, he was being all flirty with her and here he is now, not bothering to give her a proper explanation. She should have really listened to her friends when they said that Jungkook only ever fools around. The moment he has a new girl, it's like the previous one never existed.

Not wanting to start an argument, knowing very well that there's no point in having one, she turns around to leave the room. Before walking out of the door, however, she leaves Jungkook with one last sentence. "You're a dickhead."

Jungkook has heard that before. So many times in fact, that it doesn't bother him in the slightest. Dickhead or not, he's doing his thing and he's good at it. If anyone has a problem with that, then well….it's their problem, not his.

"Did something happen? She looked really mad." Jimin asks, entering right after. Having stumbled upon Tina on his way, he had asked her if everything was okay, however, he was met with a 'go ask your friend', and hence here he is, asking his friend.

"Well, I got a new, better model and forgot to inform her in time," Jungkook replies, feeling glad that Jimin is here. At least now, Jungkook won't have to sit here idly anymore.

"New model?" Jimin turns confused. "When did that happen?"

"Yesterday," Jungkook replies with a small smirk as if he knows something, but Jimin doesn't. "You will see why she's perfect for the role when you meet her."

Jimin shakes his head at Jungkook's behaviour. It isn't something new for Jungkook to make rash, sudden decisions. However, he wasn't expecting Jungkook to end things with Tina this soon.

But again, Jungkook is Jungkook.

Putting those thoughts aside, Jimin rests his bag on a chair. "Should we work on the designs then?"

"Yes, please," Jungkook agrees. "I can't wait for the designs to get finalised."

The two of them sit opposite each other and work on what details could be added and most importantly which six designs would be best suited for the theme.

It took Jungkook months to finish the sketches and now, every time he looks at them, he feels proud. From the moment he learnt about the competition, he stayed up day and night to finish the designs. Nothing motivates Jungkook the way winning does. And he sure as hell, plans to win the competition.

Jungkook's eyes skim through the designs, and he can't help but imagine how you'd look like wearing them. It automatically brings a smile to his face. He really can't wait for the ordered materials to arrive so that he can start working on bringing the designs to life.

As he's thinking of you, there's another knock on the door and Jungkook couldn't be more delighted to see you standing at the entrance.

Your eyes automatically land on Jungkook and you're relieved when you don't feel the need to hide yourself when you lock eyes with him.

Of course, it has something to do with the lack of judgement in his eyes. But you think, a small part of it is also because of the conversation you had with him last night.

You can't forget the immense amount of weight you felt even yesterday while asking him if you could take a few pictures of him in order to complete your assignment. But during the small exchange of texts, you couldn't believe it when you realised you were enjoying talking to him. You were typing out responses without giving it much thought and weren't worried about how he might perceive them.

For the first time, you felt comfortable talking to him.

Now that you're standing right in front of him, you won't go as far as to say that you're completely comfortable but you aren't necessarily uncomfortable either. It's almost like that feeling when you're meeting someone for the first time, where you are nervous about how the meeting will go, whether you will be able to make conversations and whether you will make a good first impression or not.

You're well aware, that this is definitely not a first meet for you and Jungkook but it feels like it. He's not viewing you as the art girl and you're getting to see a side of him that doesn't resemble the Jungkook you had encountered, at all.

It's as if you are meeting Jungkook for the first time.

"Y/N," Jungkook greets you with a smile, which warms your heart. "I was waiting for you."

"Sorry, for coming late. The building was quite far away." You explain sheepishly as you make your way to the table and put your bag down.

"It's okay, you aren't late in the least." Jungkook dismisses your concern, not bothered by your delay at all. "Meet Jimin, he's my childhood best friend and a student of fashion designing. And Jimin, this is Y/N, she's going to be our model."

Your eyes drift to the other man in the room, and you feel your confidence drop when you realise that Jimin has a look of disbelief on his face as if he can't believe that you're the model.

It immediately makes you look away.

Guess, the effect is limited only to Jungkook.

Jungkook notices your discomfort and looks at Jimin in confusion wondering what the boy might have done for you to react this way. When he notices the way Jimin's looking at you, he rolls his eyes. "Hey, man, I know she's pretty but don't gawk at her like that."

This snaps Jimin out of his haze and he clears his throat. Reminding himself to be polite, he introduces himself to you. He outstretches his hand and puts on a welcoming smile. "Hey, I'm Jimin."

You entirely miss Jungkook's compliment and give yourself a small prep talk to not believe Jimin's smiley facade. "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you," you say as you shake his hands.

"We can't get started, because our other model isn't here yet," Jungkook informs you. "Me and Jimin were discussing designs and suggesting changes that might be beneficial. You can join us in doing that if you'd like to."

Jungkook says it with such a bright excited gleam in his eyes that you can't find it in yourself to say no. It's almost as if he wants you to join him and involuntarily, a smile appears on your face at the thought that he cares about your opinion.

"Sure, I'd love to," you say, joyfully.

As the three of you take your seats around the circular table, Jimin observes you closely.

For some reason, he can't believe that Jungkook, out of all people has chosen you to be his model. You are the literal representation of what isn't Jungkook's type. To think that he dismissed Tina, for you, makes him feel tremendous amounts of disbelief.

It isn't only about him choosing you as his model though. It's also about how Jungkook is looking at you. Almost, as if he's….into you?

But then how on earth is that possible? Jimin has known Jungkook since he was eight and there's no way Jungkook would take interest in you.

You know how every once in a while someone you swear you know from the inside out, does something that makes you doubt if you know them at all in the first place?

Jungkook choosing you, looking at you like that, is exactly doing that one thing that makes Jimin question everything.

As Jimin tries to make sense of the whole thing, one possibility comes to his mind which seems like the only possible explanation to Jimin.

What if…what if Jungkook made a bet with someone?

You know one of those bets you read about where they target someone in particular and challenge the guy to win her over or something? Jimin swears if that is the case, he is going to pull out his hyung card and give Jungkook a good scolding.

However, when Jimin looks at Jungkook, he is forced to shoot that possibility out. Jungkook won't do that. Jungkook can be rude and harsh at times, but he isn't cruel. He would never intentionally harm anyone for the sake of his own benefit.

Jimin stops trying to figure things out when he realises that he has reached a dead end and that the only person who can help him understand this sudden change of behaviour coming from Jungkook, would be the man himself.

But he can't ask Jungkook these questions right now, so he focuses back on the present moment and the designs.

You try to ignore the weird look Jimin is giving you and focus on what Jungkook is saying regarding the designs.

You might have managed to miss it yesterday but now that you're seeing the designs up close, there's no way you can hold back the expression of awe on your face. They're absolutely breathtaking.

There are such fine details that every time you look at them, there's always something new that you discover.

What's even more fascinating to you, is the fact that the person who has created all these designs is sitting right next to you. It's not every day that you get to look at art and appreciate it with the artist that has created them.

"They look fantastic," you say with a wide grin. "I've only ever seen this kind of fancy stuff at the Met Gala."

Jungkook feels elated at your praise. "I'm glad you like them."

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you come up with these designs?" You angle yourself a little towards him. Because that way, it becomes easier for you to ignore Jimin's presence and focus your entire attention on Jungkook. Plus, as someone who is deeply enthusiastic about art, you really are curious as to how he comes up with these ideas.

Jungkook feels excited at your genuine display of interest in his work. He hates to admit it, but it's rare for him to find people who appreciate art and its creation.

"When I feel inspired, I just let my pencil do the work," he explains. "I don't overthink about whether the sketch is coming out the way I want it to or not. After the first draft is done, I start the analysing process and add the required changes to get my desired end product."

You nod. That makes a lot of sense to you. It's something that your art teacher in eighth grade had advised you. When your imagination wants to flow, let it flow. Don't burden yourself with the weight of getting things right as it will only kill your inspiration and your love for art.

Before you can reply to Jungkook with another question, a new voice pipes in.

"Sorry, I'm late, we were having our viva."

You turn around at the sound of a deep husky voice only to see a tall, gorgeous, guy of your age huffing and out of breath and you immediately shrink in your seat.

After the look Jimin gave you, you totally expect this guy to give you the same look. They both are gorgeous and it's of no surprise that they would wonder what someone like you, is doing with someone like them.

"It's okay," Jungkook says as he pulls out a chair for the guy to sit on. "Take some rest and then we can get started."

"You haven't introduced Y/N to him, though," Jimin pipes in, speaking for the first time since introducing himself to you.

"Ah, right," Jungkook chuckles. "Y/N this is Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Y/N."

Taehyung, despite his dishevelled state, smiles at you. And his smile catches you off guard, completely. Unlike Jimin's smile, his one is genuine. His smile is big and boxy, almost as if smiling was his first instinct to greet you. It instantly puts you at ease and you give him a smile in return.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you," Taehyung gives you a little wave.

"Likewise," you quip.

"She's our new model by the way," Jimin comments, his words directed at Taehyung. Jimin doesn't mean to sound rude, but he can't be the only one finding this weird, right?

A look of surprise takes over Taehyung's features and you think this is it, this is when he starts judging you. He too is probably going to think the same way Jungkook did before the ring. He's gonna wonder how on earth are you anywhere near suitable for the role of a model.

Taehyung, however, gets over the news pretty quickly and his features slip into an expression that tells you he isn't bothered by it.

"I didn't realise that," Taehyung says, looking at you. Much to your surprise, you don't find any judgement in his eyes. "I look forward to working with you."

You try to give him an appreciative smile in return but it only comes out awkward. Perhaps, it's because you feel like a deflated balloon right now. All the pressure of anticipating people's reactions is taking its toll on you.

Taehyung takes a seat between Jungkook and Jimin and there is about another fifteen minutes of discussion before Jungkook suggests that you and Taehyung should practise how to carry yourselves on stage while modelling.

Taehyung, having had the time to regain his energy, voices his agreement immediately. You, on the other hand, feel anxious at the thought of having to model.

It's absurd that you're dreading it when that's pretty much what you're here to do. But you can't get over the worry of ending up looking like a fool.

"How about, I watch and observe today?" You suggest in a meek voice, hoping that your nervousness isn't obvious. "That way I'll have a better idea of how to do things."

As it turns out, all three men notice your nervousness. However, it's Jungkook who speaks up first.

"We can do that." He affirms, trying his best to not make you regret your choice. You weren't willing to model but in a way, he was the one, who was not ready to take 'no' for an answer. The bare minimum he can do is to make sure that you don't get uncomfortable and change your mind about modelling.

His words bring in temporary relief and you shoot him a small smile to show your appreciation.

Once the decision is made, that for today it's only going to be Taehyung who's going to practise, the three guys get to work to make arrangements.

In the blink of an eye, the tables and chairs are moved so that Taehyung can walk without any obstacles in his way. The designs are clipped to the canvas so that it is visible to everyone. You ask if there's anything you can do to help but Jungkook quickly shoots the idea down, saying that there's no need.

Taehyung walks to the opposite side of the room whereas you, Jimin and Jungkook stand next to the canvas.

"Remember, the ideal time is 15-20 seconds. You can take more than that if you need but there is no need to rush," Jungkook says in a loud tone so that his voice can reach Taehyung.

Taehyung shoots him a thumbs up from the other end and waits for Jimin's green signal. As soon as Jimin says 'go' Taehyung starts walking the way he would if the floor were an actual runway.

Your mouth parts open at the way he carries himself with his back straight, core tight, and shoulders back and down – but in a relaxed, not a forced, way. As he walks, his arms swing slightly and he keeps his hands relaxed. He keeps a strong pace that is just right, not too fast, not too slow. His hips don't move too much, they stay straight. He looks straight ahead with a look of confidence that simply amazes you.

You're sure, if anyone were to watch Taehyung, they would for sure think he's a professional model.

Jimin flips the design when it's time to move to the next one.

The change is barely noticeable but this time when Taehyung walks, there's something mildly gentle about it. Your assumption that this has to do something with his perception of the correct way to represent the piece of clothing, is proven right when he keeps making these small, barely noticeable changes, each time Jimin flips the design.

As you watch Taehyung walk back to his original position and then start walking again, you wonder how exactly are you going to manage to do this and how will you match Taehyung's skill.

You thought modelling would be easy, that you'd simply have to walk wearing the clothes Jungkook has designed. But now that you have seen the designs, you will gladly put aside the hurt Jungkook's words had caused and will admit that he should have someone who will do justice to the designs, as his model. And you really, don't think you'll be able to do it.

Not when your partner on the runway is supposed to be Taehyung, who walks and carries himself so gracefully. Next to him, you're nothing and will stick out like a sore thumb.

Boy, what did you sign up for?

Jungkook's hands might be occupied with putting things back in the cupboard but his mind is occupied with you.

It's weird because it hasn't even been half an hour since you and Taehyung bid your goodbyes, but Jungkook already wants to spend more time with you and wants to get to know you better. If he were, to be honest, he hasn't felt this way about anyone before. But that's justified, after all, he hasn't ever met anyone as beautiful as you before, either.

The thought makes him sigh.

In the short span of time that he has known you, he has found himself wishing you could see what he sees. Because even though it has only been a day, he can tell that you are not as confident as you should be. If only you knew what other girls would give to have your beauty and charm.

"Jungkook?" Jimin calls. When Jungkook responds with a small hum to let Jimin know that he's listening, Jimin asks the question that has been on his mind since he met you. "What made you choose Y/N as the model?"

"Well because she's perfect for the role." Jungkook shrugs, without missing a beat, the answer coming to him automatically.

"But Y/N is the kind of girl you'd never choose as your model." Jimin counters, not satisfied with Jungkook's answer in the least.

Jungkook frowns, amused by Jimin's opinion. "Are you sure you know me?"

Jimin sighs, frustrated. He knows he shouldn't bother himself so much with something so minuscule but he also can't just accept it. Because one of Jungkook's main traits has always been knowing what he wants. Which also extends to girls.

It's not unknown that Jungkook is a bit of a player when it comes to romance. He likes to be free and never gets tied down. And let's just say, if one were to look at the list of girls he has been with, one would be able to tell exactly what Jungkook's type is.

It's not only that though, Jungkook only ever gives attention to a girl if they fall under the category of his "type". There might be the girl who's perfect for Jungkook, right in front of him but he won't bat an eye at her if she isn't his type.

One might say, that's very shallow of Jungkook but that's also simply how he is and has always been.

Hence, Jungkook removing the girl who is his type, to make you his model, who isn't his type, is very puzzling to him.

"Maybe I don't," Jimin says, his voice not hiding the mix of frustration and confusion he's feeling. "Help me understand why you chose Y/N as your model?"

Jungkook looks at Jimin, trying to understand what's going on with the older one. Why is he so hellbent on understanding why he chose you as your model? Moreover, what's there to understand even? Isn't one look at you enough to answer that question?

Nevertheless, Jungkook tries to think about how he should answer Jimin's question. But when he gives it a thought, it occurs to him that perhaps there's a bigger intention behind why he has asked you to be his model.

"Maybe modelling is just an excuse," Jungkook's words are spoken more to himself than to Jimin. Almost, as if he too is realising something. "Maybe, I want to get to know her on a deeper level."

Still doesn't answer Jimin's question.

"But why?" Jimin prods.

"Because she looks like the girl of my dreams," Jungkook whispers, his eyes locked on the ground as a gentle smile appears on his face.

Jimin bends down a little to catch the expression on his childhood friend's face. It shocks him to the core when he notices the lovesick smile that adorns Jungkook's face.

"My god, what on earth are you saying?" Jimin whines.

"Also, because I have met her before–" Jungkook looks up suddenly, totally ignoring Jimin's question, as if he just remembered that he has forgotten to mention something to Jimin. "–in Gangnam."

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