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My Girl || jjk

Genre: Fluff, angst, f2l, fuckboy!Jungkook, college au Warning(s): swearing, alcohol (a lot of drinking), mentions of sex (but no smut), jk being a fkboy, Summary: Starting off the semester feeling stressed, your group had a drinking session which led to your friends interrogating you on who would you consider dating. When asked about Jungkook, you immediately said no because of your personal rule “no fuckboys”. Ever since that night, Jungkook’s behaviour seemed to change slowly but surely and so do your feelings for him Note: unedited so pls ignore any mistakes :”))

You were ready to drink the night away. It had already been a stressful first week back for the new semester. When Jimin had proposed a drinking session, you were all down for it. “All” being you, Jimin. Jin and Jungkook. Jin was the first one you befriended during one of your classes as a freshman, and he knew Jimin, who knew Jungkook.

Being friends with three good looking guys, it was natural to have had at least an eye candy on one of them. You weren’t shy about that either. You had told Jin one day that you thought he was cute and he was your eye candy. To be fair, you were slightly tipsy. You knew you tend to say things without thinking when you were tipsy. However, you were used to ‘spilling the beans’ with the three of them as you had gotten close to each and one of them.

Including Jeon Jungkook.

A classic fuckboy.

It wasn’t hard to wonder why he was so popular. He was basically the whole package. Good looking, talented and charming. He was easy to talk to as well. Whenever you had problems, you would turn to him for advice. Jungkook was a great listener and you really cherished him as a friend.

Friend.

That was all you saw him as. You weren’t sure whether it was because you just weren’t attracted to him or if it was because you knew that he was a fuckboy, which was something you didn’t want to meddle with. You stayed far away from fuckboys, Jungkook being one of your closest friends was already a huge exception.

“There’s my girl.” He greeted you with the biggest grin, stepping aside to let you into his apartment.

“It’s only because I’m here with the drinks.” You joked, passing the bottles to the muscular one between you two. Jungkook laughed, “I won’t argue that. I miss soju.” The two of you made your way to the living room, and you made yourself comfortable while Jungkook kept the drinks in the fridge.

“I’m guessing the two are late?”

“What’s new,” Jungkook laughed, heading over to sit beside you as he raised his legs on the coffee table. You were sitting perpendicular to him and decided to stretch your legs, laying them over his lap for more space, “Am I your leg rest?”

“Yes, yes you are.”

Jungkook chuckled, scrolling through his phone with a smile as he seemed to be conversing with someone. “Who’s the lucky one this time?” You teased, nudging him with your foot. Jungkook smacked your leg, “Just someone from my class today.”

“You are a speedy one Jeon Jungkook.”

“Yes, yes I am.” He teased, casting a wink at you.

Jin and Jimin had arrived together half an hour later with bags of snacks and even more soju. “We have a reason this time!” Jimin immediately defended himself as they placed the bags on Jungkook’s kitchen floor. “I dragged Jin with me to buy all these since we’re all sleeping over here tonight. So we need lots of food and drinks. It’s going to be a long night.”

“We’ll let you off this time.” Jungkook replied, “yn and I already ordered dinner. It’s arriving soon.”

“Then we can start drinking!” You clasped your hands excitedly, all ready to drink the night away.

—

“Why are you so stressed already?” Jin asked as he opened another round of bottles for each of you. You all had cleared a few bottles of soju and the effects had already settled in. You groaned, placing your hands on the floor as you rested your weight on the palm of your hands. “It’s because of the freshmen orientation next week. The planning is driving me nuts.”

“Better warn the freshies about Jungkook.” Jimin teased as he took a large gulp from his bottle. Jungkook threw the bottle cap at him. “I’m not that bad.”

“You definitely know that’s a lie.” Jin rebutted. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence.

“I’ll definitely warn them, don’t worry.”

“While you’re at it,” Jimin wriggled his eyebrows, “Why not scout for a potential date for yourself?” From your peripheral view, you saw Jungkook look up from the floor to watch your reaction. You simply laughed, taking a few sips of soju as well before replying. “I’ll pass. I’m not into freshmen.”

“Then who exactly are you into? You have a couple of good looking friends. Time to start scouting.”

“Yea, you haven’t been on a date in such a long time. Let us be your wingman!” Jin suggested. Jimin vigorously nodded his head, “Wait!” He raised his hand to sign ‘pause’ as he quickly downed his nth bottle of soju, emptying it easily.

“Okay!” Jimin eagerly cleared his throat as he got up to sit on his knees. You sat up straight yourself, curious as to why Jimin was so curious. “What’s your ideal type?”

You laughed as a reaction to the sudden question, feeling the curious eyes of your friends staring at you. “I don’t have a list for my ideal type. I just go with what I feel.”

Jin frowned, placing a finger to his lip as he thought, “I was your eye candy.”

You groaned, your head tilting to lean against Jungkook’s shoulder as you pretended to hide. “Stop bringing it up and feeding your ego.” You heard Jungkook’s melodious laugh as he reached out to pat your thighs as a way to comfort you. “There, there. Nothing’s going to tone down his ego. He already knows he’s good looking.”

“How about me?”

“What?” You sat back up, emptying your bottle this time. “What do you mean?”

“Is the soju already messing up your comprehension skills.” Jimin sassily remarked, “I mean would I be eye candy worthy?”

“You all are.” You shrugged, “You guys already know that, stop using this opportunity to feed your egos.”

Jimin laughed, ‘Okay, how about, would you, if ever, see yourself going out with me?”

You took time to think, staring at Jimin as you wondered if you would. “Yea I would. I would consider that.”

Jimin smiled triumphantly, “Of course you would. I’m an amazing catch. Okay, how about Hoseok?”

“Oh,” You nodded your head, “Definitely would’ve given it a shot. But he’s like a brother now.”

Jin chipped in as he started listing names from your mutual friends, to which you replied with a yes or no.

“How about Jungkook?” Jimin interrupted.

“Definitely not.” You replied almost instantly. Jungkook choked on his soju as he was drinking when you replied. Jin laughed loudly, clapping his hands as he laughed, “That was a very quick no.”

You shrugged as Jungkook looked at you, clearly offended. You smiled as you reached out to pat his shoulders, “Sorry…” You slurred your words, “I don’t do fuckboys.”

“So!” Jimin jumped in, “If he wasn’t a fuckboy, would you consider him?”

You turned back to face Jungkook, your eyes scanning him up and down as you pondered. If you weren’t that drunk, you would’ve caught on with Jungkook’s stiff posture as his facial features gave off a somewhat nervous vibe. “Yea I would.”

—

You had a major hangover the following morning. Jungkook had let you use his room to sleep. Despite being close friends, you were still the only girl after all and he insisted that you take his room so you could have more privacy to wash up and rest for the night.

“Thanks for letting me use your room again Kook.” You greeted him in a raspy voice as you stepped out of his room wearing his shirt. Every time you guys stayed over at his place to drink, it had become almost a tradition for him to insist that you use his room and borrow his shirts. You didn’t argue much with the latter since you were lazy to bring an extra set of clothes to sleep in.

“It’s nothing. How’s my girl feeling?” He teased, clearly aware of your pounding headache from the many drinks you had. You shot him a glare as you dragged yourself to the dining chair. Jungkook, being the gentleman he was, handed you a glass of water to hydrate.

“Feeling great. Where’s Jin and Jimin?”

“They already left.”

“What? Why’d they leave so early?”

Jungkook only chuckled, taking his phone from his pocket to show you the time. You had slept the entire morning and lunch. It was already 3pm. “What!? Why didn’t you wake me up? Do you have plans today? I’m sorry—“ You got up from the chair, ready to pack your things to leave.

“Yn, relax.” He extended his arm out to stop you, “It’s a Saturday. I have no plans except to bum around.”

“Yea right, weekends are for your dating adventures. We all know that.” You teased as you headed to his room to get changed.

“W-Well I didn’t have any plans this weekend.” He defended himself, straightening himself up in defence.

“Alright, alright. I believe you.”

Just as you were about to close the door, Jungkook called out to you, “You slept through lunch. Wanna head out to eat?”

“Sure! Give me time to change.”

—

Two weeks had passed since your drink night and freshmen orientation was finally over. You had bonded pretty well with the group of freshmen that you were assigned to. You enjoyed it every time they would call out your name and say hi ever since orientation week. Despite the torturous planning phase, it felt rewarding to have made the orientation experience pleasant for the freshmen.

“yn! Hi!” One of your freshmen, Yeonjun waved eagerly to you as he spotted you from afar, jogging up towards you and Jungkook.

“Oh, Yeonjun! Hi! How’s your semester so far?”

Yeonjun smiled, “It’s not bad, still pretty chill for now. By the way, the others want to meet up for drinks this Friday night, you in?”

“Sure! Just text me the details!”

He nodded his head, “No problem! I’ll see you on Friday!” He waved goodbye and headed off with a skip in his steps, clearly in a good mood that day.

Next to you, you heard Jungkook snort a laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“He’s into you.”

“No he’s not. He’s just really friendly.”

“Trust me, guys knows each other well. He’s into you.”

You shrugged your shoulders, a small smile appearing on your face which Jungkook caught, making him frown in response. “If that’s true, I wouldn’t mind. He’s pretty cute.”

“I thought you weren’t into freshmen.”

“Well, maybe I thought wrong.”

—

There you were on a Friday night with your orientation group at the nearest bar from college, playing whatever drinking game someone would suggest. For some reason, you were more lightweight that night. It was probably because of the lack of sleep and crazy long Friday schedule. Being the oldest since they were all freshmen, you had been drinking water for a while to sober up.

“Pause! I gotta pee!” One of the girls abruptly got up to head to the toilet. Your gaze followed her to make sure no creepy stranger tried to follow after her. Glancing through the bar, your eyes landed on an all too familiar figure sitting by the bar top. His weight resting on his arm as he was chatting up with someone you didn’t recognise. You felt a sour feeling settle in as you watched Jungkook’s date flirtatious body language.

Of course they’re flirting, they’re on a date.

You scolded yourself for feeling bitter from the scene. You shook your head to get rid of these thoughts, turning back to the table as you reached out for the nearest bottle to pour yourself a shot.

“I thought you’re sticking to water?” Yeonjun questioned, you pointed your index finger upwards, signalling him to keep quiet as you took a shot, immediately filling it up for another one as you emptied the last bottle.

“You guys want more drinks?”

“Sure!” Soobin grinned. “You got it!” You clicked your tongue, standing up to head to the bar top to order more drinks. Yeonjun decided to follow you behind.

“Hey I’ll get—“

“I’ll take it from here.” Yeonjun interrupted, talking to the bartender instead. You stood beside him, waiting for the bartender to hand you more unopened bottles.

“Yn?”

You turned around, plastering a smile on your face. “Jungkook! What a coincidence!”

Jungkook’s gaze flickered to Yeonjun before back to you, “I didn’t know your group was meeting here for drinks?”

“It’s the nearest bar.” You shrugged your shoulders as your eyes travelled to his date who seemed rather awkward for being left out from the conversation.

“Hey, don’t be worried,” You spoke, directed at her while you reached out to pat Jungkook’s arm, “we’re just friends! He’s all yours!” You winked at her.

“Sorry, she’s had a bit too much tonight.” Yeonjun interrupted apologetically, already carrying all the bottles. “Yay!” You clasped your hands together, “More drinks!”

Jungkook opened his mouth to stop you from drinking but Yeonjun had beat him to it. “These bottles are for the rest of us. Not you.”

You pouted as you decided to leave Yeonjun behind, feeling offended that you were excluded from drinking.

Jungkook felt relieved for some odd reason when he had heard Yeonjun mention “rest of us”. For a moment, he had forgotten that you were here with a group, not on a date with Yeonjun. That thought had made his mood turn sour slightly before he remembered that he himself was on a date.

A few more hours passed but the bar was still thriving with people drinking their night away. Your group had decided to call it a night and head home.

Your group passed by the counter after paying for the drinks. Yeonjun tapped your shoulder, “yn, I’m taking the cab with Soobin since we both live pretty far from college. How are you going home?”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tried to wrack your intoxicated brain for a solution. “Probably just flag a cab myself.”

“Are you sure you can go home alone? Maybe someone else should follow you.” Soobin suggested but you flicked your hand, dismissing his worry. “Don’t worry, I’m good. Y’all just head home safely yourself.”

Little did you know, Jungkook had shifted to a low table near the entrance and had overheard your conversation as your group exited.

You watched everyone get into their rides first before you decided to book your own ride. However, it was 4am and no one wanted to accept your ride request and there were no available cabs passing by.

You sighed, rubbing your arms from the slight chill of the night. “Always looking out for others first even when you’re wasted.” You heard a voice right behind you, spinning around and almost losing your balance from being intoxicated.

“Jungkook?” You asked, blinking your eyes forcefully a couple of times to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

The man only smiled in amusement, “The one and only.”

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” You looked around nearby to see no one else standing outside the bar. “Where’s your date?”

“She had to go home early.”

You were too drunk to had picked up that it was rare for Jungkook to be ditched by someone else. “Why didn’t you leave with her too? Was she not up to your standard or something?” Jungkook winced at your sharp tone at the end. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you asked. Or maybe you did.

“N-No. Just wasn’t feeling it tonight.”

There was a small pause as you stared at the road, hoping for a cab to magically appear so that you could crash. However, your mind kept thinking about Jungkook’s presence next to you.

“I’ll take you home. You’re really drunk.” Jungkook spoke, reaching out to hold your arm in case you were to lose balance (or puke) any moment.

“A-Actually… Can I crash your place tonight? I don’t feel like sleeping alone today.” You randomly asked, not sure why you had said that when you were completely fine being alone.

“Anything for my girl.”

Your snorted, punching his arm lightly, “Bet you say that to every girl you’re on a date with.”

“That’s not true.” He denied it almost instantly. You looked back at him, furrowing your eyebrows as you had caught how fast he reacted. He sighed, “Come on, I managed to book a ride. Let’s walk down the road a bit.”

When you reached his place, Jungkook handed you a fresh towel and shirt to get changed into. “Use my room, yea?” He patted your head, making you feel jittery thought you weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol.

Nonetheless, you were exhausted and knocked out the instant you laid in his bed.

The next morning, you were both awoken but the non-stop ringing of the doorbell. You were adjusting to the brightness as you emerged from his room. “I’ll get it.” He said, getting up from the couch and went to see who was visiting Jungkook at 11am.

You too, made your way to the door to see Jin and Jimin smiling brightly at Jungkook and jumping on their spot.

“Why are you guys here so early?” Jungkook asked in a raspy morning voice that you noted sounded attractive. “Because i have great news!” Jin moved Jungkook aside to invite himself in. He stopped in his tracks with Jimin bumping into him behind.

“What are you doing here?”

Jimin’s head popped out from the side to see who was Jin referring to. A gasp escaped his lips as he panned between you and Jungkook. “Don’t tell me Jungkook actually got to yn and you guys fuc—“

“Gross, no, Jimin please, we didn’t.” You waved your hands frantically to deny his allegation. “We bumped into each other last night at the bar. I was with my orientation group. I got too drunk but luckily Kookie was still lounging around even after his date ditched him.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair to fix his morning bed hair. “Someone ditched Jungkook?” Jin asked incredulously, clearing not believing what he had just heard.

“Yea.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

“Right.” Jimin said in a peculiar tone that caught your attention. He had a funny look on his face but you couldn’t quite figure out what he was insinuating at that moment. You shook your head to dismiss the curiosity, “Anyway, what’s the great news?” You turned to look at Jin whose face instantly lit up.

“I entered a giveaway contest last week and I won a staycation! We can book after finals!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, slapping Jin on the back to congratulate him, “That’s great man! Sounds good, I’m down for it.”

“Still didn’t explain why you guys came barging in here so early in the morning.”

Jimin laughed, walking towards you to drape his arm over your shoulder, “It’s 11am, honey. It’s not early. We wanted to find you after dragging Jungkook along, so that we can all have lunch. But since you’re here already, that’s less work for us. So freshen up and let’s get lunch.”

“Wait I don’t have new clothes.”

“You can just borrow my shirt,” Jungkook offered, “it’s like a shirt dress on you anyway.”

“We’e just eating nearby too.” Jin reasoned.

You sighed, glancing at the mirror by the door. “But I look terrible.”

“No you look great in anything.” Jungkook replied without thinking. You had to pause for a moment, so did Jin and Jimin. “Right…” Jimin drew out the word, sounding more suspicious this time. “Anyway, he’s right. Just go freshen up so we can eat. I’m starving.”

“I’ll get you a spare toothbrush.” Jungkook headed towards his room.

“Thanks Kook.”

—

The semester went by pretty slow this time, with lots of assignments and projects. You had most of your classes with Jungkook and it felt even more tiring to have to go through seeing people trying to flirt with him.

You didn’t know why it was bothering you so much when you already knew this happened on a normal basis. You convinced yourself it was because you never really saw it up close before since your previous semesters were mostly with Jin.

“One more time I hear a ‘see you soon hopefully’, i’m going to puke.”

“Is my girl jealous?” Jungkook playfully nudged you. That nickname had made you feel like a high school teen developing a crush on a senior. He had always called you that since you became friends. But somehow, ever since you asked him about the nickname that Friday night, it felt different.

“You wish.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous about anyway. It’s not like i’m actually planning to ask them out.”

“You’re not?”

“Yea, I haven’t really been out on dates recently.”

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, “wow.”

Jungkook laughed, turning to face you. “Wow? That’s all you have to say about it?”

“It’s just hard to believe! Is fuckboy Jungkook getting bored? Who knew this day would come.”

“I’m not getting bored. I just… Want more time to study to pull up my grades that’s all.” His confident tone drifted towards the end, looking straight ahead as you walked down the corridor to your next lecture.

You narrowed your eyes and pointed your finger at him suspiciously, “Is that why you’ve been asking me to always study with you? Are you using me to pull your grades up?” You accused him jokingly.

He only winked, leaning closer to your ear, “you know I won’t use my girl like that.”

Damn.

There was that feeling again.

—

“You’ve been spending lots of time with Jungkook lately.” Jin remarked as you were both shopping for your own groceries. Jimin and Jungkook had something on that afternoon so that left Jin being dragged by you to buy groceries.

“Well… Yea, we have lots of classes together.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I meant like outside of class too.”

“We have assignments and projects together too. We’re studying for the same thing. Anyway, why are you even bringing this up?”

Jin just shook his head, pushing the trolley down the aisle, “Nothing, I just find it interesting.”

“What’s interesting?’

There was a pause, as if Jin was contemplating if he should answer your question. “Jimin told me the other day that Jungkook hasn’t been doing his fuckboy duties majority of this semester except that bar night.”

A part of you had an inkling as to why Jin was bringing this up. You hated that he was beating around the bushes but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to get straight to it either.

“Maybe his ego got crushed after the girl ditched early.”

You both knew that was a lie.

Jin didn’t reply immediately, tossing his favourite cereal into the trolley, “I guess so.”

—

It was midterms season and you were cramming for your test alone at the library. Jungkook had another project meeting and so you were studying alone for the day. Somehow, it felt weird to not have Jungkook by your side. Almost as if you’ve gotten so attached to the feeling of having Jungkook be with you.

Someone had pulled you out from your concentration with a tap on your shoulder.

“Do you mine if I take this seat?”

“No, not all!” You shifted your belongings so that the stranger could have more space. The girl paused, taking a double take at you. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You looked back up to face the girl, trying to recall where you had seen her face. “I’m sorry?” You were confused, as you did not recognise the girl at all.

“We met at the bar at the start of the semester. I was with Jungkook that night.”

“Oh! Right.”

“He’s a really good friend you know.” She made a random remark while she took out her belongings to settle down.

“What?”

“That night. I’m guessing you got pretty drunk with your friends. He asked if he could leave to send you home since you were super drunk.”

“He did?”

“Yea. But I left earlier. Since it seemed like he wanted to wait for you.” She nodded her head as she recalled that night. “Oh but, please don’t think that I’m pissed at you or him, or anything like that. It was sweet, him looking out for his friend. I can tell he really cares about you.”

“R-Right well, we’re all from a super close group.”

She smiled, “That’s nice. But, my female instinct is telling me it’s more than that.” She sent you a wink, “Though, it’s not my place to say anything.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your gaze shifting to your paper as you tried to decipher what she meant. “I’m sorry. I disrupted your study session as well.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” You shook your head and she smiled apologetically as she decided to start on her revision. You tried to focus on your revision as well but her words kept bugging you at the back of your head.

Jin’s words came back to you as well as you recalled the conversation you had with him.

What was going on?

—

“If we don’t get an A+ for this project. i’ll quit college.”

“We’ll get that A+. I’m confident.”

You had been staying over at Jungkook’s place every Wednesday night since you had morning class on Thursday with him and his apartment was literally opposite college. You hated traveling in the morning as you had to wake up early. You guys had decided that it was a good idea for you to stay over since you could work on your assignments together.

“Anyway, let’s call it a night. We gotta wake up early tomorrow.”

Jungkook was about to prepare the couch for his own makeshift bed but you stopped him. “You should sleep in your own bed. I’m the guest here.”

“No, you take it.”

“No… You take it.”

“Yn please, just take it.” Jungkook repeated. You bit your lip as you felt a sudden rush of courage and adrenaline as you suggested, “Or…” you hesitated, “we can share the bed? I mean it is a queen sized bed, so there’s plenty of space.”

Jungkook’s ears turned red as he tried to maintain a nonchalant expression. “I mean if you’re okay w with that—“

“I’m fine with that, we’re friends after all. Though, only if you are.”

“Y-yea I am.”

So for that night, you both shared his queen sized bed, laying still like rocks. You were terribly aware of the situation but tried to appear chill on the outside. You had no idea why you felt so nervous when it was just Jungkook. Your friend. The fuckboy that you swore to yourself you’ll never be attracted to.

“Night Kook.” You flipped on your side to turn away from him.

“Night yn.”

In the middle of the night, you woke up to find yourself wrapped up in his embrace. Your heart was racing and your cheeks felt hot from the close proximity. “Jungkook…” You whispered, trying to wake him up so you could break free. His embrace only became more firm, “just for tonight, please?”

You softened from his request, his voice almost a whisper. You gave in, enjoying it just for that night, just like he said.

—

The semester was over and the four of you had just checked into Jin’s big win. It wasn’t even a hotel. It was a huge villa with a room for each of you and you were all excited for the next three days and two nights.

“We definitely need more drinks tonight. I’m going to order them now.” Jimin walked off to find a room to call his own for the next two nights. Your room was directly opposite Jungkook. The four of you were resting in your own rooms as you waited for the room service to deliver your dinner.

Once dinner came, Jimin had busted out the drinks as well. You knew it was going to be a fun staycation.

“So…” Jimin eyed Jungkook mischievously, “Jungkook, why haven’t you been on dates this semester? Is your dick not craving anything?”

“It’s just been a busy semester.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulder. You watched his mannerisms. You had known him long enough to know he was trying to hide something but you didn’t want to question him in front of everyone. You had a hunch but you weren’t sure if you wanted to confront him. A part of you was scared of the answer.

Jin glanced at you, “How’s Yeonjun, by the way?”

Your attention was pulled away and you looked at Jin, “Yeonjun? Oh, there’s nothing. I can confirm that I do not have a thing for freshmen.”

Jimin grinned, “Do you have a thing for anyone at the moment?” He extended his arm to hand you an opened bottle of soju, possibly handing you liquid courage before you responded. You took it and took a big gulp.

“Maybe.” You winked at him.

“Really?” Jin exclaimed, “That’s new. You’ve never said you were into someone the entire college.”

“I just said maybe,” You laughed, “Calm down boys.”

Your eyes took a quick glance at Jungkook, you seemed to be rather quiet for a discussion right up his ally. You knew he would’ve chipped in to give you a good tease. But he didn’t. Instead, he remained quiet, reaching for the bottle of water instead.

“Drink a bit more and we’ll find out who.” Jimin grinned cheekily at you.

“Not gonna happen.”

Thankfully, you were right. Nothing much happened that night besides drinking games and tons of laughter. You all called it a night and slowly made your way to your own rooms. You took a quick shower and laid in bed as you scrolled through social media, winding down for the night.

A knock on the door startled you and you got up to see who it was.

“Jungkook?”

“Hey… Uh… Just wanted to check in on you if you were puking.”

You laughed and opened the door wider, “I’m not puking. Do you want to come in?”

Jungkook hesitated, “I should probably get to bed.”

Feeling dejected, you stumbled over your words, “O-Oh yea, r-right.” You tried not to show that you were upset, which obviously failed as Jungkook spoke, “If you wanted to talk or something, I’m down for that too.”

“N-No, I was just asking. Good night Kook.”

“Goodnight.” He turned away but someone was gnawing at you to ask him what you were curious about.

“W-Wait Jungkook.”

“Yea?” He turned around to look at you.

“You didn’t stop dating this semester because of what I said at the start, did you?”

Jungkook froze, his eyes immediately darting to your door instead, somehow entrance by the inanimate object. “N-No, of course not.”

You nodded your head, his response answering your suspicions. With alcohol still in your system, you replied, “Mm… That’s a shame.” You watched his facial expression morph into confusion and semi-realisation as you closed the door.

—

The next morning, you got up to see Jin making breakfast. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t out so you assumed they were still asleep. “Morning, Jin.” You walked over to help him out with breakfast.

“Morning, yn.” Jin smiled at you but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed and placed the spatula on the table. “I’m just gonna say it.” He took a deep breath and said, “Please just make a move on Jungkook. You guys clearly have a thing for each other. You two became close this semester and everyone else can see it. Jungkook’s clearly too pussy to make a move. Jimin and I are dying from this sexual tension. Please help yourselves.”

You took a moment to internalise his quick monologue before letting out a short chuckle. “I already gave him a hint last night actually.”

“You did?” He leaned closer, interested to know more about the ‘tea’. You smiled, winking at him, “Yep. I’m just going to see if he’s still pussy to do anything about it.”

He scoffed, “If that boy is still pussy after your hint, he doesn’t deserve to be a fuckboy in the first place.”

“Cut him some slack.” Jimin’s voice sounded behind you, his hair damp from his shower. “We all know it’s the first time he actually likes someone for real this time. He’s been in denial about it for so long. I’m glad something is finally happening.”

“Okay, okay, let’s stop gossiping about Jungkook as if he’s not here.”

The rest of the day went by quickly, the four of you exploring town and doing some retail therapy. It wasn’t long until it was your second and last night at the villa. You had a few bottles left from the previous night and you were all ready to finish them so you could go home with a light baggage.

Jin suggested to watch a movie for that night, you sat beside Jungkook throughout the movie. “Look at Jimin.” He whispered to you. You peeped over his shoulder to see Jimin passed out on the couch. The credits had rolled in and Jin suggested to just let Jimin be.

The three of you got up and headed to your own rooms to call it a night. Just as you were going to enter yours, Jungkook stopped you, “yn, can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Jungkook entered your room and you both sat at the edge of your bed, you turned to face him to wait for him to being speaking.

“Last night, what you said… Did you mean it?”

“Depends.”

“Depends?” He questioned.

“Did you decide to call off your fuckboy phase temporarily just so you could be my type for now and then go back to your own ways later on?”

Jungkook shook his head, “N-No, no. It’s definitely not because of that.”

“Then why’d you suddenly change this semester. It can’t be a coincidence especially after our drinking session at the start of the term.”

He sighed, “I know. I know it looks suspicious. I didn’t change because it seemed like a challenge or something temporarily. I already had a thing for you the previous semester.” He admitted, and your eyes widened in disbelief.

“You did?”

He nodded his head, looking at his hands as he started fidgeting with his fingers.

“I didn’t do anything because I figured, we’re all friends and you won’t see me that way. But then you said it was because I was a fuckboy and I just wanted to change. I thought maybe things could be different if I changed.”

You didn’t say a word as you didn’t know exactly what to say. Jungkook took this opportunity to continue. “I started to like you even more this semester. Especially since we spent so much time together with lectures and projects. Even if you do reject me, that doesn’t mean that I’ll go back to my old ways. That phase is truly over.”

You just looked at him, a small smile tugging on your lips. Internally, you were practically squealing with your heartbeat racing rapidly. With a nervous chuckle, he asked, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I meant it. What I said last night.”

Jungkook broke into a smile, “I’d love to kiss you right now.”

“Why don’t you?”

Jungkook reached out his hand to cup your face as you both leaned in, feeling his soft lips on yours was something you never thought would have happened. You felt him apply more pressure as he pulled you in closer.

“Sleep with me today.” You said breathily as you pulled away.

“Anything for my girl.”

—

“You know, you owe me extra for not only letting you experience a free staycation but also basically helping you start your relationship.” Jin smugly remarked as you checked out from the villa.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook will treat you to good food.”

“Me?!”

You grinned, “Yes, you.” He sighed, “Can’t say no to my girl, can I?” He pulled you in closely, planting a kiss on your forehead. Jimin groaned, playfully shoving him. “Barely a night as a couple and you’re already a big softie. Never thought I’d miss the fuckboy phase so much.”

Jungkook let out a laugh, “Sorry, that phase is gone for good.” His gaze shifted to you, to which you returned with a smile. “Just the way I like it.”

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 4 years ago

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Let’s Talk: Jimin’s & Tae’s confessions (RUN Episode 141)

by Admin 1

Originally, I planned on writing a summary or vmin cut of the RUN episode but then I transcribed Jimin’s and Tae’s confessions and it got me thinking, and now here we are. Instead of a summary here are some of my musings and thoughts about their confessions and how they are right in line with things they’ve said in the past, and even quite recently, as well as how it fits with something Namjoon said in 2020 about them as well. I hope this will at least be somewhat interesting.

So, first, let’s look at Jimin’s confession, since this is longer and was first in the episode:

Jimin’s Confession

Jimin: Sometimes I am blunt. I’m like that at times.

Na PD: Taehyung, has Jimin ever said anything bluntly to you?

Tae: Nowadays, he's really putting in effort to fix that to the point where it rarely happens anymore. Jimin tends to be very hard on himself, which also broke our hearts to see.

Na PD: So, he gets stressed from himself, then gets mad at himself...

Tae: Then gets mad at himself.

Na PD: ...and then he blurts remarks.

(here it was a bit unclear (for me at least) which of the two said which line so I’m sorry if I mixed them up)

Jimin: It’s something I want to be forgiven for.

Tae: But Jiminie being blunt and me being blunt is completely different. Jimin has a kind hearted nature on the regular.

Na PD: Right.

Jimin: Are you usually not like that?

Tae: I’m, well...

The other members stop Tae, since it’s not time for his confession, and instead the question is posed by JK if they forgive Jimin to which everyone says yes.

Tae: You’re innately kind at heart. stretches out hand for handshake.

Jimin: Thank you. Jimin thinks (?) Tae might be going for a fist bump since he gives him his fist instead, which Tae still takes and shakes.

The first thing about this that caught my attention, as well as one of our anons, was the fact that instead of choosing literally any of the other members, Na PD turned to Tae and asked him to verify if something like that (as in Jimin being blunt) ever happened toward him. You could say we’re thinking too much here, interpreting too much into it, and yet it doesn’t change the fact that he chose to ask Tae. Of course it could be because he said at the start of the program that he feels closest to Tae since he heard about him from two of his Wooga squad friends, but it might’ve just as well been because he watched the members for a while already at that point (since they’d already been filming a few hours) and perhaps he did notice how Tae and Jimin naturally gravitate toward each other, have this special bond? Other people who worked with them in the past noticed it, so why wouldn’t he?

There’s actually moment where Jimin turns and says Taehyungie like he wants to ask him something or say something to him which isn’t in the subs and the members don’t notice it either so Jimin never got to actually say whatever he wanted to say. Also, we’ve all seen how Tae and Jimin behaved during the game in the previous episode, how happy, smiley and giggly they were while being silly together.

Then the actual confession itself, Jimin saying that he can be blunt at times, toward others but also especially toward himself. We’ve heard many times from Jimin about how much of a perfectionist he is, how he can get mad at himself for mistakes, how he sometimes speaks without thinking which can end up a bit mean/blunt, and now he’d like to be forgiven for it.

This actually reminded me of something he said to Tae before:

FESTA 2020 from 42:56 min onward (context - the question was: have you felt disappointed in or sorry to the member to your right?):

Jimin: For Taehyung I should say if I compare those two feelings to him I was more hurt than sorry. Over time, it was reversed. Now I don’t feel slighted. I’m more sorry about things. Back then we were buddies so we had a lot of disagreements or didn’t admit that we were wrong. So I felt disappointed about little things. Now he listens to me well so I feel sorry that I talked to him harshly and every little thing.

The last line especially sticks out to me. I know there’s some language nuance here that got lost in translation which wisha mentioned when the FESTA 2020 video was posted (but is now gone since her twt was suspended), and yet it doesn’t change that fact that it fits with Jimin’s confession, how he was harsh to Tae in the past but now feels sorry for it, and with what Tae said, that Jimin is now making an effort to fix that behavior, to not be so blunt/harsh anymore.

It’s so interesting to me to see these mentions of what could be seen as character flaws over the years, things that make them inherently human. Also it fits with what we know about the evolution of vmin, how they used to have disagreements, have issues with proper communication but over time worked on it, got better at it to the point where they can now understand each other by just looking into each other’s eyes, and Tae’s words about Jimin, how he’s an angel, the warmest person he ever met, and now how he has a kind hearted nature, therefore the bluntness is not taking away from it in any way.

There was also something about this in Jimin’s solo RollingStone interview which caught my attention:

(btw, if you haven’t yet, I highly recommend reading the main and solo RollingStone interviews because they are really, really good!)

Taehyung’s confession

Tae: Compared to the other members, I’m very lazy. Once I’ve set my mind on something, to get that into action, it takes me up to 2 months. I’m start working out, then quit. I’ve quit projects midway too. I’m the type where if I’m not feeling it, I don’t do it. There are times when I feel sorry to the members.

Someone (I can’t pinpoint the voice): How would be summarize this?

Jimin: You’d usually call this as “irresponsible”. He lacks responsibility,

Tae: I’m still an amateur.

Na PD: “I lack responsibility and am lazy”. Is that how we can understand it?

Tae: Yes.

Jimin: To be honest, we don’t think it’s to that extent, but if that’s what he feels... we forgive him.

Something I love about what Jimin said (in far fewer words than I will use because you know me, I can’t keep myself short) is that he essentially did two things at once, being: he assured Tae (and the viewers) that him and the members think differently, don’t see it as severely as Tae does himself, and then he also acknowledged the validity of Tae’s words, that even if Jimin doesn’t agree with him, Jimin knows that those feelings are still valid, that that’s what Tae feels and that, at the end of the day, even if the members don’t agree, they can’t change Tae’s mind, can’t force him into seeing things differently. The only person who can do that is Tae himself, and that’s okay. Jimin and the other members will still quietly support and reassure him when needed until he’ll “fix” this weakness, if that is something he wants to do.

This really shows how in tune with Tae Jimin is, but also how emotionally intelligent he is. Beautiful. Also, notice how Jimin said that without being asked to do so, which will come into play again a little later in this post and why I point it out specifically again.

Listening (or rather reading along) as Tae said that, it reminded me of something he said a few months ago:

Taehyung BE-hind Story Interview from 5:49 min onward:

Q: How do you cope when it’s hard to work/with these situations?

Tae: I’m very true to my emotions so uh...if I can’t write the songs or can’t come up with a title I just don’t. Like now!

Yoongi: That’s actually the best way.

Tae: I just don’t write it like how I’m doing it now, and I don’t want to be pressured to create something against my will.

Yoongi: It’s not like you have to finish a song within a day or two?

Tae: Right! So I’ve been taking some rest for about four months now. Now that I’m resting for four months...

Yoongi: Wasn’t your mixtape supposed to be out last year?

Tae: The mixtape that was supposed to happen last year was postponed. I should be in a state full of emotions right now, but I haven’t reached it yet. It’s like...my first mixtape so I want to feel that satisfaction when I release it whenever that time will be.

Yoongi: That’s why you have to finish the whole thing while you’re at it...

Tae: Yes.

Yoongi: ...or else it takes too long to finish it. So, you have to finish it within that period.

Tae: Right.

Yoongi: I’m guessing you might’ve missed the time.

The thing though is that what Tae said, that if he doesn’t feel it, he won’t do it/finish it, that just shows how much of an artist he is, how much his art truly matters to him, and how important it is to him that his art, in this case his music, turns out just the way he wants it to or else he won’t finish it or release it. And while Tae might call this “irresponsible”, I don’t think it’s that in this case, or that it’s a sign of laziness either, though just like Jimin, I don’t want to invalidate his feelings either. All I want to bring across is how in the context of his music, this isn’t a weakness or flaw, even if it might seem like it, especially in their line of work with deadlines, schedules and plans made weeks and months in advance where, usually, you can’t just take a four month break.

So, in that regard, I can understand how it can feel like a flaw to him, make him feel guilty about it and sorry to the members who in this case might rely on him to get something done on time and he might not do it, or not without forcing himself to do it or being dissatisfied, you know what I mean?

Earlier today Tae was on weverse and answered a few questions about his mixtape (though I have a feeling it really is time for ARMY to stop asking him about it and just let him breath) where he said that even though he got a song from someone and made ten himself, even with that break he took according to his BE interview, the songs just aren’t what he wanted them to be and thus he decided to start again.

Some could say it’s again a case of him being irresponsible the way he characterized it during the RUN episode, that even though he said last year he was almost done and would release it soon it ended up being postponed and now he started over again, but once again I think it just shows how very important his music is to him, and therefore I’d actually call it a strength. It shows how valuable his artistic expression is to him, to create music the way he wants to, at his own pace, and only release it once he feels it’s right.

One more thing, just like I said in the intro of this post, Jimin and Tae jumping in to assure the other, reminded me of something Namjoon said during his Map of the Soul : 7 vlive last year:

The context is a little different, but I think it’s still valid here as well, how Tae and Jimin made excuses for each other, how Tae immediately softened how harsh Jimin’s own words about himself might come across, assured both us and Jimin that really he has a kind heart despite this weakness, and then also Jimin by saying that things aren’t as bad as Tae makes them seem either. It’s interesting to really see something play out in a manner similar to what another member said about them based on having been with Jimin and Tae for the last nearly ten years.

Whoever claims that BTS just play out concepts or “plots” and characters given to them by the company really should just take a seat and stop. I mean, sure they all have a sort of persona they embody in front of the camera, at least to a certain degree, they’ve spoken about that numerous times, but they are still humans with flaws and their own dynamics between each other away from the cameras which, logically, also come across on camera as well, not always but enough for us to pick up on it. And in this case, with these confessions during RUN, we saw something that we previously only really heard about happen right in front of us proving (not that they have to prove anything to us, of course, we should simply trust them and what they tell us) that it really is that way.

Here’s the anon I mentioned earlier:

From anon: It might just be me lol but I think rather than Jimin forgetting he's being filmed for a show (with all those members of staff as onlookers as well) and blowing a kiss at Tae / blowing on Tae's chest, he probably just noticed a tiny bit of lint or fluff on Tae's cardigan or mic and decided to blow it off... Of course, if that was the case, that still reveals their high level of intimacy and the fact that even when interacting infront of strangers they seem to be unable to stop showing exactly how tuned into each other they are... I don't think it's a coincidence that Na PD chose to ask Tae, of all the members, to verify Jimin's statement about his flaw. He was probably observing them all day and noticed how particularly close they were, even amongst all the extremely close members.

#vmin #Jimin #Taehyung #BTS #BTS RUN episode 141

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yoonjinkooked · 4 years ago

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CHEMISTRY | JHS (3)

PART 3 - ONE KISS

(pls ignore my old URL, i’m too lazy to change it now RIP)

DRABBLE SERIES, TONS OF SHORT LITTLE CHAPTERS.

SERIES MASTERLIST Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: FWB, university AU, smut (a bit of a slowburn)

Warnings: cursing, alcohol, hot Hoseok who knows what he wants, kissing (is that a warning), the deal is almost made, JK has a bad music taste (not really tho)

Word Count: 5k

Summary: After a few years of being immune to Jung Hoseok’s charms, you suddenly fall into them, head first. All it takes is one night, too much alcohol and a lot of balls.

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts since OCTOBER and i finally edited it today because I can’t f-ing get Jung Hoseok out of my head. Sigh. Let me know what you think! I’m balancing this story with others and I hope I’ll have an update for you soon!

As the days passed one by one you knew that the luxury of avoiding Hoseok is going to escape your grasp soon. Frankly, it’s a miracle you’ve been able to avoid him as long as you have and with Yoongi’s birthday this weekend, you know your lucky streak will break soon.

You didn’t expect it to break before that, not really. But here you were, minding your own business, studying on campus in a makeshift picnic setting and taking in the first proper rays of sunshine of the year, when he popped up from the tree behind you, very clearly cornering you.

And scaring the living daylights out of you too, as you end up clutching your chest and cursing at him while he laughed his ass off at the sight of you freaked out. “You nearly killed me, you idiot. Was it worth it?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” he laughs as he plops down on the grass next to you, completely casual, as if nothing between you has changed. To be fair, perhaps it hasn’t, in his eyes. “Let’s be honest here Y/N, I had to ambush you. You’ve been avoiding me for days,” he emphasises and although you wish you could call him out for being overly dramatic, you couldn’t. Leave it to Jung Hoseok to not beat around the bush and call you out directly.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you mumble, not even bothering to try and deny. That makes him laugh, a sound that sounds so misplaced in your current setting. It feels wrong to openly discuss the awkwardness that has formed between you while he is literally laughing at it.

“You ran out of the cafeteria the other day so fast, Namjoon is still calling you Speedy Gonzales,” he jokes, laughing harder when you curse that traitor under your breath. At least he is joking around with you. You wish he would ignore it altogether, but it could be worse.

“I’m sorry,” you let out a groan, consciously avoiding making direct eye contact with him. “You know I can get awkward like this. It’s not your fault, it’s… all me.”

“Y/N, come on,” he leans closer to you and nudges your shoulder with his. “It’s me you’re talking to. There’s not a single reason to avoid me. We are both consensual adults who wanted to make out at a party. It’s as simple as that.”

This time, you turn and give him a good look, unsurprised to find a content smile on his face. He is bright and positive just like he always is, to the point of it being both annoying and overbearing at times. He has always been a great friend but there were times when his positivity and energy were too much for a grumpy ol’ potato of a person that you are 24/7. Now, however, you are glad for it. Unlike you, he obviously wasn’t beating himself too much about what had happened between you.

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re not feeling awkward and I shouldn’t either?” you ask.

“Exactly,” he shrugs. “You are… one hell of a kisser,” his eyes widen in a way that makes it seem like he is shocked by how good of a kisser you are.

“Hoseok, please,” you hiss at him, not even caring if he was telling you the truth or lying to spare your confidence. You are embarrassed and he knows it well.

“I mean it!” he laughs, amused by your sudden shyness – it’s a side of you your friends are not used to seeing, simply because you don’t normally do shit you’re ashamed of, at least not when they are directly involved. And if you do, more often than not, you own up to your bullshit. You’ve had your fair share of moments that would normally be counted as humiliating, only to brush them off casually and move on with your life. Not this one, though.

“You need to stop,” you laugh awkwardly, hoping that this conversation will simply end. “I was drunk, I came onto you way too strong and I am pretty sure I used way too much tongue.”

“If you think that I didn’t find it hot how confident you were that night, I’m afraid you don’t know me well,” he bites back. You are instantly shocked, not imagining him taking the conversation in that direction and also shocked by the nature of his admission too - Hoseok always struck you as more of a hunter than prey. You didn’t exactly keep track of his hook-ups but you were fairly sure that he was the one who initiated them more often than not. “And for the record, it was the perfect amount of tongue.”

Oh good lord. If you knew he would say the things he is saying, you would have tried desperately to avoid him for… well, the rest of your life, really.

“Please stop before I dig a hole for myself, right here, right now.”

“Why are you acting so shy about this Y/N?” he is laughing, once again nudging you with your shoulder, which only makes it more obvious to you how close you are sitting next to each other. Before, you wouldn’t bat an eye. Now, it’s driving you mad. “You know me, I don’t bite. Not unless you want me to, that is,” he adds cheekily.

“Oh, I noticed, my neck had a lovely little souvenir,” you reply before you could realize what you were even saying. There’s no way he’ll let it go now and the worst part is, you don’t even want him to. You’re saying that you do but in reality, you yourself are finding ways to deepen the conversation. This whole thing is crazy and… wrong! “Why are you making it sound like you want to do it again?” you whine, wishing he would just be up for forgetting about it.

“Well… I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

You turn your head towards him so fast, you strain your neck and wince in pain, reaching at it with your hand. “Are you okay?” he asks, wide-eyed and worried, as he watches you rub your neck and grimace in pain.

“Am I okay? Are you okay?” you counter, completely floored by the words that left his mouth seconds ago. You have avoided him because you’re an awkward idiot, not because you thought that he’d be up for a re-run. “Did you just suggest what I think you suggested?”

“To be fair, I didn’t suggest it, I simply said that I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” he shrugs.

“Hoseok,” you glare at him, making him laugh. Even now, he laughs.

“I mean… why not?” he shrugs casually and all you can do is stare and blink dumbly at him, reminding yourself that you’re supposed to breathe, too. “If that party showed us anything, it’s that we definitely have chemistry that… goes beyond friendship. I’m not looking for anything serious and as far as I know, you aren’t either,” he continues and after a few seconds of silence, you realize that he’s waiting for some sort of a response from you. Unsure of what to say, you simply nod your head - after all, it is true. You are not looking for a relationship, not after the last two ended in tears and you drowned in vodka and chocolate ice cream. “Why not… take advantage of the opportunity?”

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on what that opportunity is,” you’re not sure why you are even asking him that, when you know damn well what he is implying. You suppose that it would settle the last remains of doubt if you were to hear him say it more directly.

“Two single, and if I may add, incredibly good looking, friends who want, or in our case, don’t want the same things,” he cocks his head to the side, a small smile on his face. He looks way too cute for someone who is suggesting you sex with no added obligations. If you are not terribly mistaken and he has something else entirely on his mind. “Why not take advantage of the situation? And the chemistry - holy hell Y/N, you know we have it.”

He’s… absolutely right. Despite being drunk, you can clearly remember how… feverish you felt that night. You just wanted to keep kissing him, annoyed when you had to part for one second to simply breathe. If you had one more drink in you or if there had been fewer people around you, you’re not sure if the night would end with the two of you fully clothed. You have amazing chemistry as friends and you felt the sexual side of it that night. It would be stupid to deny it when you know well how rare it is to simply click with someone in the manner that the two of you had clicked that night.

“We do… but we’re also friends. And you know how shitty deals like these can end,” you point out the obvious. There are millions of books and movies about how ‘friends with benefits’ is a horrible, terrible idea because there’s an incredibly high chance of it ending in tears. “One of us could end up taking that chemistry to the next level and catch feelings. I’m not good in chemistry – I’m an art history major for a reason,” you joke, relieved when it actually makes him chuckle.

“That’s a good point. But we’re also really good friends, Y/N. We know each other well and we talk. If it would become too much for one of us, we could simply… talk. And I’m not suggesting anything… specific. I’m not here saying we should hook up until one of us decides they want to move on,” he tells you.

“Dude, you’re confusing as fuck,” you sigh, laughing along with him. “What are you suggesting then?”

“I’m just saying,” he grunts as he stands up, pausing to wipe down his jeans, while you make a conscious effort of not looking down because... thighs. “The next time you’re drunk, horny or bored, or even all of the above, you know where to find me.”

He looks down at you, the smile gracing his face slowly turning into the tiniest of smirks, before he gives you a wink. And with that, he simply turns around and walks away, leaving you with your mouth open, looking like a complete idiot while you try to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Nah, you know damn well what just happened. You have enough dating and flirting escapades behind you to recognize the look of someone who’d be happy to fuck you. The particular someone being Jung Hoseok is what is leaving you absolutely shocked and at a loss for words. As honored as you are and as much as the offer is… incredibly tempting, this is not something you can decide on the spot.

No, because you’re a dumbass. Of course you can’t decide this on the spot but you could decide in a matter of seconds that you want to stick your tongue down his throat and let him grab your ass while you grind on him as if your life depended on it. You weren’t expecting this turn of events and unsurprisingly, you have no idea what you should do about it. It’s tempting, in all the wrong ways, but it is also making alarm bells in your head go off. It could easily end in tears - the real question is, would it be worth it?

It took three full songs for you to start wondering if you have stepped through a time machine when you’ve entered Seokjin’s house. How Jungkook managed to convince Yoongi to let him DJ at his birthday party was a mystery that you at first ignored, but by the time he played that one Nicole Scherzinger and 50 Cent song, you’ve decided to investigate. “How much did you pay him to let you DJ?” you laugh at your friend, who looks up at you and grins, dancing in place with his trusty neon green Beats around his neck.

“Come here baby, hey be my baby, hey be my baby,” he sings at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Fuck Jungkook, please don’t drop out of school, you need that degree more than you know,” you say as you offer a comforting pat on his back.

“For your information, the theme of the party is ‘guilty pleasure’,” he announces with a proud smile. “And Nicole just so happens to be mine.”

“You and me both,” you admit with a huff, turning around to scan the room in the search of Jin - you’ve been looking for him for the past couple of minutes, with no luck. “Did you see Seokjin? He went to make me a drink with the gin from his expensive stash, but it’s been like… half an hour?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, pointing behind you. “He’s right there with Hobi.”

Those were the only words you needed to hear in order to know what you must do next – hide. You did not bother checking, you did not look back – you simply dropped down to the ground and plopped your ass right next to Jungkook’s feet. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” your friend laughs, looking down at you in disbelief. “Are you still hiding from Hobi?”

“No, I’m sitting here because the view of your thighs is nice,” you roll your eyes. “Of course I’m hiding from Hobi! I’m not mentally prepared to deal with him right now. Although, you do have weirdly muscular thighs,” you add absentmindedly - what is it with them and thighs? First Hoseok, now him - do they only do leg days when they hit the gym?

“Stop,” Jungkook laughs down at you. “Are you seriously planning on running from him forever?”

“Not forever,” you shrug casually. “Until the end of the year, maybe.”

“I mean, I can’t stop you… but you do realize that if he finds you here, it’s going to look like you were giving me a blowjob or something?” he pointed out, eliciting another casual shrug from you.

“Good. He’ll think I’m busy and leave me alone,” you offer Jungkook an angelic smile. He knows better than to push you – when you want to, you can be stubborn as all hell and sadly, Jungkook’s has plenty of experience with being on the receiving end of said stubbornness.

You know what he’s thinking – you can tell from the way he shakes his head and decides to ignore your presence by his feet while he focuses his attention to that god-awful playlist of his – you know exactly what he’s thinking and he has a point. You’re pathetic. A coward. An idiot.

You have shamelessly lied to yourself earlier tonight, as you were getting ready for the party. You’ve told yourself, repeatedly, that you are ready to face Jung Hoseok, despite not knowing what your answer is to his suggestion from a few days ago. You have convinced yourself that you were ready to face him. Seeing as you're hiding behind a damn desk, just meters away from him, it’s pretty obvious that you are not.

He hasn’t left your head in days, to the point of even appearing in your dreams, even if he was just on the sidelines. For years, you have been blind to all the gifts Jung Hoseok has to give, and now they’re slapping you in the face all day long.

You want him, that much you’re ready to admit. Definitely to yourself, perhaps even to him. But are you willing to put an entire friendship on the line and go through with that desire? That’s not a question you know the answer to. For the time being, you will just… keep on hiding behind the makeshift DJ booth, until Jungkook informs you that the coast is clear.

“We’re drinking that whiskey tomorrow, got it?” Yoongi asks, referring to the birthday gift you’ve given him earlier, which he had to hide in one of Seokjin’s spare bedrooms, given that the house is full of people who’d drink anything that’d fall into their hands. “You and me, tomorrow night, drinking back at my place. Let’s make it fancy. Wear a beret or something.”

“Why would I wear a beret while drinking whiskey?” you laugh in confusion. “What’s the correlation?”

“Both are fancy,” Yoongi shrugs and after a few seconds, so do you. If he wants to drink expensive whiskey whilst wearing a beret, that’s what you’re going to do. Having a drink or two with Yoongi, in almost complete silence, has become sort of a tradition for the two of you. Compared to the rest of your friend group, you and Yoongi are the quieter, less social ones. How you wound up in a circle of friends that include permanent hyper bunny Jungkook and Mr. Loudest-Laugh-Ever Jin was beyond you.

“Can I join?” you hear Joon’s booming voice. He approaches the two of you, throwing a hand around your shoulder. Glaring, you grab a hold of his hand and move it away from you, watching as Yoongi laughs in confusion at your open hostility towards Namjoon.

“Not you,” you point a finger at him accusingly. “I’m still pissed at you. You haven’t gotten to your redemption ark yet.”

“What did you do now?” Yoongi sighs, looking at Namjoon as if you were not in the middle of the conversation with him.

“I teased her about hiding from Hobi,” Namjoon announces with a shit eating grin. “Guess Speedy Gonzales here doesn’t like to hear the truth.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely avoiding Hoseok,” you admit shamelessly – it’s become obvious now, why would you bother to deny? “I just don’t want to talk about it and you can be one pushy bitch when you really want to.”

“You’re both idiots,” Yoongi shakes his head, sighing. “I truly wonder why I’m friends with you?”

“Well, I buy you good whiskey. Dunno what’s his excuse,” you offer Namjoon one last glare. Deciding you’ve had enough of his judgment and teasing for one night, you beeline towards one of your two safety nets – Sana. As good of a cover Jungkook was, you didn’t want to cockblock the poor boy all night, and he has been talking with some freshman for the last couple of songs. Sana, being practically your only female friend in existence would definitely be more willing to help you out, but by the time you’re halfway towards her, you notice that she is talking to a senior she’s had a crush on pretty much since you’ve met her.

Brilliant. You can either find a new cover or be a cockblocking friend. Whatever you decide to do, you need a drink first. Settling for cheap gin this time around, you venture into the kitchen, ready to get wasted and cursing under your breath at Jungkook’s horrible taste in music, as you are forced to listen to Ginuwine’s ‘Pony’ at full blast.

One more drink and it’ll be socially acceptable for you to leave the party. You’ve stuck around for long enough, even managing to enjoy yourself a little bit. Not enough though, not compared to the tension that you’ve been feeling in your gut even before you got here.

“Hi.”

If you were holding your drink, you would have dropped it. Even the sound of his voice is enough to make a shiver run down your spine. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you muster enough strength to turn around and face him.

Nope, that wasn’t enough strength. You needed more. You needed more to face Jung Hoseok, in ripped skin tight jeans, a black shirt with a v neck, messy hair and a smirk on his face, casually leaning on the wall next to the kitchen door. You could have taken an hour to collect yourself and prepare for your pending doom, and it would not be enough to prepare you for the Hoseok you were facing now. Especially when he is smirking at you, looking at you like he knows exactly what thoughts are roaming around your head. Add to that the horrible soundtrack courtesy of Jungkook, and you are overcome with a sudden wish to die, right here, right now.

“You’ve been avoiding me again,” he points out the obvious.

“And you’re cornering me again,” you argue back, hoping that he didn’t notice you gulping, literally gulping.

“I’m not cornering you,” he chuckles. Your eyes go wide when he stands up straight, no longer leaning on the wall. Slowly, he starts walking towards you and you walk backwards right into the table, no longer having room for an escape. He stops in front of you but he’s too close, too close for comfort, to the point of you being able to see a single freckle on his nose, despite having a decent amount of alcohol in your system already.

“Oh no,” you suddenly move to the right, towards the door, towards your escape. “Stay away from me, Satan!”

“Satan?” he laughs in disbelief.

“Yeah, Satan,” you confirm without a second thought, looking at him up and down. “Did you look into the mirror before you left your house? You’re sex on legs, Hoseok. So yeah. Satan.”

“For someone who’s about to run for the exit, the words you’re saying are making me think you don’t really want to do that,” he laughs, although he doesn’t step any closer to you. As ready as you were to call him Satan just seconds ago, you see his true good self shining through. He’s chasing you, very obviously so, but he is not pushing you too far and you know that he’ll recognize if he actually should step away. He doesn’t want to literally make you run in the opposite direction and the space he leaves between you is confirmation of that.

“You think I don’t want to run?” you ask and immediately he nods. “Maybe. You’re here. You’re hot. For some reason I can’t fathom, you want something with me. That’s inviting, yet very scary at the same time.”

“And do you want something with me?” he asks, no longer smirking.

“Honestly? Yes and no,” you answer, cursing yourself in your mind – alcohol always makes you talk more than you should. But in this case, maybe that’s exactly what you need - just a little bit of honesty. “I’m attracted to you, you’re an amazing kisser and we’re both single. Why not? And the answer to that question is simple - we’re friends. There’s… way too much at risk here, Hobi.”

“We’re better than that,” he shakes his head immediately. “We’re not stupid, horny teenagers. We know each other well. We’d be mature enough to stay friendly, or at the very least cordial, no matter what happens.”

Both of you do have a reputation of remaining friendly with your exes. Except for your last one, but that’s a story you don’t wish to revisit, especially not tonight. Broken hearts mend with time, people grow, find others and life goes on. If you set the terms the way you both want them, in theory, it truly doesn’t have to end in tears.

“What exactly are you offering me? And miss me with that ‘whatever you want’ bullshit you offered me the other day,” you interrupt him, chuckling when he closes his mouth dumbly, obviously having been ready to say just that. “Do you want to make out? Do you want to fuck me? Once or on a regular basis? To kill time until someone better comes along or in the hopes of it becoming more? I can’t make a decision if you don’t tell me exactly what you want, Hoseok,” you tell him. You were honest with him and now, it’s his turn.

“I want you.”

“Effective, but not effective enough,” you mumble, ignoring the stirring in your stomach that started as he said those words with… earnesty, with meaning. Hearing that you are wanted is always a good fluff up for an ego, but to hear it said like that, dead seriously, by someone you find incredibly attractive? It’s so good, it’s borderline painful.

“I’ll take what you give,” he shrugs casually. “What do you want?” he throws the question back at you. Shameless is what he is.

“A husband, two kids, two dogs and a house with a white picket fence?” you joke.

“Y/N,” he glares playfully at you, laughing. “You might want that down the road but do you really want that now?”

“God no,” you snort in response.

“So what do you want now?” he asks again. “It can be a one-time thing. It can be regular. As you said, we can kill time until someone better comes along,” he rolls his eyes at the phrase, obviously not liking the sound of it. “It doesn’t have to be sex, for all I care. We can just fool around at parties. Or we can pretend like none of this ever happened and just continue being just friends,” he shrugs.

“When you say it like that I wonder if you even want anything from me,” you laugh.

“Y/N, I have barely been able to stop thinking about kissing you ever since that night,” he deadpans, looking straight at you, not a trace of teasing or joking on his face. “Which was pretty horrible, seeing as you’ve been avoiding me and I had a molecular biology paper to finish. I do want you, probably more than you realize or want to accept. And I’m taking whatever it is that you offer. If I had my pick, we’d be friends that… occasionally become more than that.”

“So, to put it in simple terms, you want a friends with benefits thing with me?” you ask.

“Yes. But if you don’t want that, I’ll respect it and stick to it. You’re my friend, Y/N,” he smiles at you and it’s almost calming to be on the receiving end of his genuine smile and not that evil smirk that does things to you. “I’m not losing that friendship if I want to fuck and you don’t. So… whatever you want to do, that’s the way it’s going to be.”

Here you are again, faced with an opportunity that you know will likely end badly for you, perhaps even both of you at once. And again you wonder, if all the possible negatives are worth it - worth of finally succumbing to this sudden and overwhelming desire you feel for Hoseok. Turning his offer into reality… is it worth it?

“I need to think about it,” you close your eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I’m not thinking straight right now. I’m not wasted, I’m just… hazed. Horny. However you want to call it. And I don’t trust my judgment around you right now. If we go through with this, I need to have a clear head when making the final decision.”

“Take all the time you need,” when you open your eyes, he’s smiling at you still. “I do have two tiny requests, though.”

“Shoot.”

“Please stop hiding from me. It’s weird and I think you’re scaring Jungkook,” he grimaces.

“You saw that?!”

“Of course I did,” he laughs. “It was cute.”

“Stop!” you order him.

“Okay, okay, I’m stopping,” he lifts his hands up as if he’s surrendering. “I’m pretending you didn’t duck and hide when you heard I was around,” he laughs. The fucker knows how embarrassing it is for you and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“What’s the second request?” you ask, desperately wanting to change the topic.

“Would you let me kiss you again?” he asks.

“Hoseok…” both your words and eyes are warning, as it’s going directly against what you want right now - a clear head. Kissing him would muddle it all, you know it. Not to mention how easier it would be to take things a notch further, given that you both know now that you want more.

“Just one kiss,” he elaborates. “It’s not gonna turn into a kitchen make out session or something more. And if you don’t want it, it’s not happening. We’ll never do something you don’t want, Y/N. You know me, I’m not like that.”

You do know him and you clearly remember him refusing you at first because he thought you might have had too much to drink and were acting out. You didn’t, you were well aware of what you were doing. Yes, you had no idea why you were doing it but your actions were not a drunken side-effect. Not then and not now. And damn it, you really want to kiss him again.

“One kiss,” you lift your hand in warning, but that was enough for him. He takes a few steps and closes the distance between you – was he being deliberately slow or were you imagining things, you’re not sure. All you know is, it lasted enough for your heart to start going into overdrive even before your lips met his.

It’s just a kiss, but at the same time, it isn’t. He’s not grinding against you, he’s not groping you, he’s not taking it anywhere it shouldn’t go. His hands are in place on your waist, gentler than you remember them being the last time. He’s respectful and careful, in every way except with the actual kiss. Before you even get to mentally prepare yourself for it, he parts your lips with his and tongue meets yours.

You’re the one who moves. You’re the one who threatens to take this further than it should go, as you put your hands around his neck and run your fingers through his hair, pressing your body just a bit closer to his.

It’s his fault. His kiss made you do it. He’s way too good of a kisser for his own good.

Thankfully, the one who initiated it is also the one who pulls away. Breathless and with eyes on your lips, Hobi moves away, letting your hands drop out of his hair as he keeps a safe distance.

“One kiss,” he repeats your earlier words. “Until you tell me you want more.”

Yeah, it meddled with your mind. Despite telling him you need more time to think about it, you know it’s already settled in your mind. You’ll definitely be coming back for more.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 5 years ago

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"Happy Birthday Baby"

a/n: so like, we all been knew Jk's b-day was a week ago. But I still wanted to do something special :) hope you guys like it!

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff galore, husband!jk

warnings: domestic husband jk, kissy koo scenes, and a booty smack lmao, lay off susan, calm tf down, I told y'all I don't write smut. also tooth-rotting family fluff uwuu.

word count: 3.5k,,,,,yoikes

You groan at the tiny amount of light seeping in from the window and try to roll over to find a more comfortable position when you feel your husband’s arms unconsciously hold onto you a little tighter. You need to pee, but you don’t want to wake up just yet. The early morning September air is cool, and you just want to snuggle deeper into his arms and go back to sleep, at least for another few minutes. Jungkook sighs sleepily next to you and you turn in his arms to face him.

Jungkook is still mostly asleep as he pooches his lips out to you and tries to find your own. You lean over and peck him on the lips, giggling when he gets a lazy smile on his tired face. A second later he croaks out in his morning voice, “goo’ morning baby.” You run your hands through his hair and play with it then kiss him gently on the lips before whispering yourself, “good morning sleepyhead.” Jungkook is still closing his eyes but his face brightens at your next words, “happy birthday baby boy.” You hear a tiny tired squeak of excitement from him then he buries his face in your chest, “I totally forgot.”

You laugh softly, “since it’s your birthday, then sleep a little longer.” You start to pull away to go to the bathroom, but he tightens his hold on your waist. “Don’t go Y/N, stay with me.” He whines and tries to pull you back, “Jungkook babe, I have to pee.”

“No, I want birthday cuddles.”

“Oh Kookie, of course you can have birthday cuddles, but let me pee first.”

You get cut off by his lips smashing onto yours and Jungkook pushing you down into the mattress. You don’t fight it and just let him kiss you, because honestly you can never resist that boy. But when the kiss starts to heat up you push him away gently with both your hands to his chest, “Jungkook I really have to pee, please don’t start this now.”

He pouts but lets go nonetheless, so you untangle yourself from the bed covers and grab his over sized t-shirt to slip on over the spaghetti-strap and undies you’re currently in. You feel a soft smack on your bottom when you stand up and turn to your husband in surprise, “Jungkook! Stop that.” His eyes are still completely closed, and he just smiles to himself before pulling the covers more over him and snuggling further into bed. You shake your head and hurry into the bathroom to take care of business. You’re washing your hands when a wave of nausea comes over you. You know exactly what it is and hurry to turn the fan in the bathroom on and keep the water running so Jungkook doesn’t hear you throwing up. It isn’t too bad this morning so after about a minute or two you already feel better. You found out a week and a half ago that you were pregnant with your third child. You wanted to surprise Jungkook with it for his birthday, so you haven’t told him yet.

When you open the bathroom door and peek your head out to see Jungkook has fallen asleep again, you smile to yourself. That was your plan and you’re really glad it worked. You grab your pajama pants and pull them on before tiptoeing out of the room and shutting the door as quietly as you can. You look at your phone and see that it is about seven-thirty in the morning. The kids are still sleeping so you walk down the stairs to start preparing one of the many surprises you have for Jungkook.

After a good fifteen minutes of making pancakes and prepping all the toppings you hear little feet padding on the hard word floor and turn to see your three-year-old daughter rubbing her eyes and smiling at you with her dad’s big bunny smile. She’s wearing one of her dress-up princess dresses that is pink with sparkles, and she has a blue and silver princess crown that has a small plastic heart at the top. You kneel at her level and she immediately wraps her arms around your neck and hugs you tight, “goo’ morning mommy.” You hug her back, “morning my love, you look so beautiful.” She blushes and straightens out the crown on top of her little head, “thank you mommy, I want to look pretty for daddy today. Is daddy still sleeping?” She whispers it as well as she can for being only three and you giggle and kiss her tiny pink lips, “yes babygirl, daddy is still sleeping just like a baby. I’m sure he will love your outfit when he wakes up.” Jin-soo giggles and sets her tiny hands on your cheeks, “boys are so lazy huh mommy? Tae-sun is still sleeping like a baby too!” You try to stifle your laughter and put your hand over her small mouth, “shh shh sweetie, we don’t wanna wake daddy up yet right? We still need to decorate his birthday breakfast. Should I go get Tae-sun so we can do it?” She nods excitedly and mimes zipping her mouth closed. You kiss her on the forehead and help her onto a stool at the little island in the middle of the kitchen, “stay here baby, I’ll be right back with your brother and then we can start, ok?” She nods and kicks her small feet in the air as they dangle from where she sits.

Up in your son’s room you see him looking through his clothes and blinking his tired eyes as he searches through what to wear. You grab his small glasses from his little bedside table and hand them to him, “here love, put your glasses on first and that will help.” The six-year-old boy smiles sleepily at you and takes his glasses before putting them on and hugging you good morning, “thanks mama, what do you think I should wear? I want to look good for daddy’s birthday.” Your heart melts at his sweet words and how much your little babies want to surprise and make their daddy happy for his special day.

“Hmm, let’s see, I’m sure we can find something.”

Your daughter is still in the same position when you come down the stairs but this time she has a raspberry in her hand and one in her mouth, “sorry mommy, I was hungry and-“ You laugh and take a paper towel to wipe her face, “that’s okay sweetie, we’re all ready to start now.” You go to grab everything so the two of them can decorate the pancakes for Jungkook’s breakfast when you hear them talking behind you.

“I like you clothes, oppa. You look like a prince.”

“Thank you Jinny, you look very pretty today too. I like your dress and crown.”

You smile and grab at your heart that feels like it’s going to burst. They are just too precious and you can’t imagine not having them with the two of you.

You turn back and set the plate of pancakes on the island counter then grab an empty plate and set it between the two little ones once your son has climbed onto a chair next to his sister.

“Mother?”

“Yes, Tae-sun?”

“Did you make seaweed soup for daddy this year?”

“Of course love, it’s on the stove. Daddy loves seaweed soup, but he also loves pancakes so we’re gonna surprise him. Are you two ready?” They nod in excitement and at your signal to go, they start to build a little tower of pancakes with berries and whipped cream in the middle of each layer. You three giggle and joke around while you make the ‘best breakfast in the whole whole world for the best daddy in the whole whole lifetime’ as your daughter decided to name it. When the sixth pancake is put on the top you tell them it’s time to top it off with the last decorations. They put a bunch of messily placed whipped cream and berries on the top and Tae-sun fixes his glasses before he stares at it for a second, his chin leaning on his small fist, “it seems to be missing something mama.” You look back at it, a tall tower of pancakes with a few berries sliding down the piled whipped cream; it’s super cute and made with all the love in their three and six-year-old hearts. But, if they say something is missing then there is definitely something missing. You frown and put your chin in your hands and lean both elbows on the counter, “hmm, I think you’re right buddy. What can we put though?”

“SPRINKLES AND CANDLES MOMMY, SPRINKLES AND CANDLES!!!”

Jin-soo shouts and gets up on her knees to take a swipe at the whipped cream, eating it and looking like the cutest thing with berry juice and cream all over her face. You don’t bother to hush her because it’s about time for Jungkook to be coming down anyway, so you nod and run to the pantry to grab the only sprinkles you have; rainbow heart-shaped ones, and a few candles. “Good idea lovebug, ok you guys sprinkle this on then we need to find hiding places to surprise daddy ok?” They nod and dump a bunch of sprinkles onto the tower, “but mother, how old is daddy turning? Do we have enough candles?” Your son worries as you place a single candle in the middle of the stack, “it’s okay baby, daddy likes one candle just fine and mommy doesn’t have the number daddy is turning.”

“Is daddy old, mommy?” Your daughter inquires while licking the sweets off her tiny fingers, “no babygirl, daddy is turning twenty-nine today, he isn’t old. But he is getting to be a big boy huh?” You laugh at her widened eyes and tiny nod. Then they’re hopping down (getting their faces cleaned by you with a wet towel) and hurrying into the living room. You had stayed up late the night before to decorate some for Jungkook’s birthday and the kids marvel at the streamers and balloons, “mommy it so pretty!” Your daughter exclaimed happily.

“Thanks baby! Ok guys, where should we hide?”

“Y/N? Baby where are you?” Jungkook mumbles tiredly and stretches out across the bed trying to find you. Then he hears a small voice shout from downstairs and hushed voices along with feet running around. A wide smile spreads on his face and he sits up, rubbing his eyes and ruffling his bedhead. Suddenly he’s not tired anymore so he gets up to go to the restroom before coming back and pulling a white t-shirt over his head and putting his grey sweatpants on. He’s ready to see all three of his babies as he excitedly comes out of your shared bedroom. He goes to the stairs and smiles when he hears little whispers from all three of you as he starts walking down.

“Mommy! Mommy I hear daddy! Daddy is coming!”

“I know baby! Shhhhh, be quiet.”

“Mama, he’ll hear us if Jinny doesn’t be quiet.”

“It’s okay Tae, just be quiet and hi-“

Jungkook gets to the bottom of the stairs and smiles before turning the corner. Then he frowns in confusion when he sees it’s all dark and none of you are in sight.

“Guys? Where is everyone…. Y/N? Hey Tae, where are you buddy?”

You and the kids have your hands over your mouths, but you see your daughter react with a quiet giggle when her daddy calls out his nickname for her, “sweet cheeks? Are you down here?” You can tell they can’t keep quiet for much longer so you give them the signal. Your son nods and creeps from behind the couch to flick the light on and shout as you and Jin-soo jump out from the behind the couch.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!”

“SURPRISE DADDY!!!”

“Happy birthday baby!!”

Jungkook flinches in surprise when you guys all jump out, then a huge smile breaks out on his face and he starts to laugh. Jin-soo runs full speed ahead into his waiting arms and he swings her up in the air before engulfing her tiny body into his massive arms, “thank you loves! Oh my gosh sweet cheeks, you look so beautiful baby look at you!” He’s taking in her princess outfit and he looks about ready to cry. Jin-soo leans in to take his face in her small hands and he kisses her on her little mouth before crouching and holding his other arm out for Tae-sun to come and hug him as well. The little boy happily runs over and squeals when Jungkook lifts him up in the air, his daughter in his left arm and his son in his right. Your son hugs Jungkook tightly and you smile at the sight; Jungkook’s eyes are closed and he is smiling really big as his son cuddles into his shoulder.

Jungkook pulls back and looks at his son’s little outfit, “Sunny you look so handsome! You’re getting so big, little man!” Tae-sun giggles and wriggles around until Jungkook sets him down again. Jungkook looks up at you and smiles, tears pricking in his eyes, “come here baby,” he whispers softly. You walk over and Jungkook pulls you into his chest, then Jin-soo wraps her small arm around you too. You feel Tae-sun wrap his arms around your legs.

Breakfast was eaten after a lot of gushing and oohing and ahhing from Jungkook about the giant tower of pancakes, needless to say he ate every last bite. Then you all move into the living room to open some presents. Jungkook is sitting on the big couch with Jin-soo in his lap and Tae-sun on the floor hugging Jungkook’s leg. Your husband has you pulled up next to him and has an arm wrapped around your waist. You have four presents in your arms, “alright who wants to give daddy his present first?” You ask as you hand the kids the presents they made for their father.

“Me mommy!! Me me me!!” Jin-soo is raising her hand and bouncing up and down in Jungkook’s lap. You laugh and look at Tae-sun, who just nods slightly with a tiny smile. You blow a kiss at him to which he grabs mid-air and sticks on his cheek, then you turn to your little girl, “alright, go ahead love.” She squeals and shoves the small present that is wrapped in torn pink and gold tissue paper, tape sticking out every which way, into her daddy’s hands. Jungkook laughs and gasps at the beautiful wrapping that she did herself, “this is beautiful Jinny baby! Let me open it now.” He furrows his brows in concentration not to ruin her hard work. When the little stuffed bunny and crinkled picture are revealed Jungkook looks ready to cry again, for the third time since he woke up.

“She made it herself.” You smile at Jungkook and Jin-soo nods, “yeah daddy, I made it, I made it! Mommy helped me though.” The tiny bunny is sewn up crookedly and little pieces of fluff are sticking out in some places, but it’s the cutest thing Jungkook has ever seen.

“You made this??” He looks at his little girl and she smiles proudly then nods, “mmhmm! I did!” He hugs her tightly and keeps kissing her chubby cheeks between each of his words, “thank you so much babygirl, I love it so much! It’s the best stuffed bunny ever!!” She giggles and cuddles into him, he looks at the picture and sees a giant golden heart on it. “Aww, princess I love it. Thank you!” She nods and smiles, before snuggling her face back into his chest. You look at your son and nod, “ok Tae-sun, it’s your turn! Thank you for waiting honey.” He nods politely and smiles before he hands Jungkook a flat present wrapped in blue paper. It’s not wrapped very well either but Jungkook loves it. He opens it up quickly and you see tears start flowing down his cheeks. You hadn’t gotten to see what your son made so you scoot over and look over Jungkook’s shoulder. It’s a picture that he drew and framed (now you remember him asking you for an empty frame about a week ago) the picture is a stick family, the tallest is obviously Jungkook, who is holding your hand and in his other arm he’s holding Jin-soo, then you are holding Tae-sun’s hand at the end. Everyone is enveloped in a big heart. Tae-sun fixes his glasses and explains, “I put everyone into a heart to show that we are always in your heart daddy. Do you like it?” You wipe your own tears away and look at Jungkook who is clearly trying to hold himself together. He motions for Tae-sun to come to him, then he pulls him as close as he can into his chest.

“Thank you buddy. I love it so much. These are happy tears don’t worry.” He laughs at Tae-sun’s concerned face, then Jungkook kisses him on the nose, “I couldn’t ask for anything better baby.”

You look at the picture again and almost gasp, you have a dress on and Tae-sun has drawn a little heart over your tummy, it looks like it might just be a pattern for the dress, but it sure looks like he was trying to get the new baby into the family picture as well

The thing is, you haven’t told either of the kids yet. You look up and see Tae-sun smiling at you, he comes over and pats your tummy, “I love you mommy.” He whispers softly before sitting down again. You sit there, speechless. Kids must have a sense or something, you think in your head before Jungkook grabs your hand to kiss it. You snap back to reality, “oh! I almost forgot! Here is my first present.” You hand Jungkook the bigger of the two boxes you wrapped and he wiggles his eyebrows at you, causing the little ones to giggle and you to roll your eyes, “open it, dork.”

Jungkook whoops in victory at the new headphones he’s been wanting because they will work perfectly for his game, at least that’s all you could pick up from his geeky rambling a few months ago. “Thank you baby! Thank you!” Jungkook hugs you and kisses you on the lips, then giggles when Tae-sun groans, “yuck, kissing.”

It’s a little later in the day and the kids are playing together in the backyard. Jungkook is laying on the couch with you in his arms, sighing happily. The other members are going to be coming for dinner later with their families and you’re all excited to get together again. Jungkook kisses your forehead, “I can’t imagine this day getting any better. Thank you for everything, I love you so much.” You hum and open your eyes to look into his soft brown ones, “love you too baby boy, but I have one more surprise for you.” His eyes widen and he watches you pull out the smaller box from earlier that day. He smiles and takes it when you hold it out to him, “what could this be?” He laughs. You shrug innocently and wait for him to open the ribbon. He unties the green ribbon and lifts the lid to see a positive pregnancy test sitting in a cushion of white tissue paper. He blinks and stares at it blankly for a good ten seconds before it registers in his brain. Then he takes you by complete surprise when he suddenly bursts into tears. Full on, cascading down his face, choking on his own breath kind of tears. You sit up and pull him into a hug, “Jungkook it’s okay. Breathe baby. I know you’re so excited.” You feel your own tears slide down your cheeks. Jungkook nods and a sob escapes his throat.

“Y-Y/N, I- I’m so ha-hap-“

“I know baby, shhh. I know it.”

Jungkook cries into your shoulder for a few minutes, then once he can collect himself he slides down to be face to face with your tummy to croak out in a weak voice, “hey there little one. I can’t wait to meet you. Mommy can’t wait to meet you either and Tae and Jinny will be so happy to have you. We all love you a lot, ok?” He kisses your tummy then comes up and hugs you again, “Y/N, I don’t know how to thank you for giving me this. This life. Everything you do for me, for us. You’re the best mother and wife and my best friend in the whole world. I don’t know how to say thank you.” You pet his head and smile, “just keep being the best daddy in the whole whole lifetime, ok?” He laughs and you feel him nod, “I promise darling.”

“Happy birthday baby.”

a/n 2.0: and I oof-♥️

:'D -chip

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xonxsm · 4 years ago

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pastel || bnha x male! reader

---》three《---

where [m/n] and friends battle against buff ugly lookin doods, and [m/n] finds a (possible) new power.

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[m/n] sighed contently as he sat back into his seat comfortably, making sure to keep a distance from the ice prince sitting next to him. he turned the brightness of his phone darker as he tuned out the voices of his classmates, searching up collar designs.

i want it, i get it. ooh, this one looks nice- nevermind. weird having the 'thot' word printed on my collar-

wow, how did i end up with bdsm pics when i searched for dog collars? damn people be putting weird things on the internet-

meanwhile, todoroki was sweating, lightly blushing and nervously shuffling in his seat after seeing the nudes and collars on [m/n]'s phone. didn't know he was into that shi- kinky though, maybe we can hookup or somethin-

and they had a one night stand. the end.

jk, todoroki saw nothing.

[m/n] came across an [f/c] collar that claimed to be both fireproof and waterproof, and not easily breakable. it was plain, but it came with accessories and some decorating kit. eh, i'll probably be too lazy to alter anything about it-

he pressed the add to cart button anyways. no harm, hehe- i can always buy another one if i don't like it-

quickly paying for the collar, he shut his phone off as he quietly listened in to his classmates' conversation.

"in terms of flashy quirks- i'd say bakugou's and todoroki's, no?"

toedowroeki? bakoogoe? who?

"but with bakugou's personality i don't think he will be that popular, if you know what i mean." a girl said with a finger on her mouth.

oh- bakugo = boomboom boy! can't believe i forgot. (-w-) bakuboom boom yes. but who is this toedoroekie guy?

"bitch, you wanna fight?" bakuboom stood up quickly with an irk mark, clenching his fists.

"see?"

（o。o）he's gonna blow up the whole bus and we're all gon die if he gets any angrier- looking over to the bi-coloured haired boy he deadpanned. how is he sleeping through all this shouting and such-

"we've barely known each other for a week but we can already tell your personality is worse than trash drenched in dog shit. that says something, no?" just as bakugou was about to throw another insult back at kaminari aizawa shushed them, informing that they were about to arrive.

getting off the bus they were greeted by thirteen, another pro hero. [m/n] looked around confused to where all might was, but shrugged it off as he listened to thirteen's speech about usj and the importance of rescue. they followed thirteen inside, with an excited kirishima marvelling about the huge place and thirteen proudly saying about how they had every rescue situation they could think of.

the lights flickered and the exit door shut once thirteen stopped talking. [m/n] quickly hid behind a certain buff dude with a bunch of arms, his tail and ears slightly shaking. confused muttering filled the small group. flashes of some dark void thingy had chills run up [m/n]'s spine. a dark mist started forming and that triggered [m/n]'s animal instincts- he got on all fours as [h/c] hair started growing on his arms, his hands mutating to form paws and claws. weird looking people started emerging from the mist and he slightly growled, feeling a little self-conscious of the weird glances his classmates gave him.

what? c'mon, don't tell me you haven't seen or heard a dog growl before in your whole life-

"students, stay back. thirteen, protect everyone!" aizawa ordered. [m/n] was itching to run up there and start slashing but for the sake of his teacher he stepped back, sitting on the floor. like a normal person.

"we've come to finally defeat all might." a man with blue hair and creepy red eyes stated quietly as he scratched at his nape.

forcing himself to run with his classmates he didn't dare look behind to the creepy look and aura the light blue-haired man gave off; and suddenly there was darkness.

then light. [m/n] opened his eyes to see a white room, with a grey desk and bookshelf; along with a few dying flowers scattered around. he felt sad looking at the flowers, and was about to pick one up before a voice interrupted. "lmaoz wat." getting on all fours again he was about to growl, but instead let out a burp.

"E-" lunging himself at the weird voice he scratched at the dude's face while trying to bite his neck. successfully doing that he latched himself on there as he analysed the weird man. emo haircut. wow, this dude do kinda look like a pig tho- with those nostrils-

pig-man ripped [m/n] off from his neck, with his teeth pulling a chunk with him as he slammed onto the ground, spitting out the disgusting raw neck meat. the man pulled out a gun, randomly firing at [m/n] as the hybrid dodged, jumping around, his ears picking up on the man's footsteps and the bullet's location as he tried to find an exit. finally locating an open window he jumped out of there, clearly not thinking of his actions. quickly regretting as he saw how fast he was falling from such a height.

"ZCREEEENSDNFKSDNFSKDN-" somehow, his tail latched onto a random pole and he flung himself forward, also smacking his face into a random dude's crotch while doing so. "OWIE!" he landed on his butt with a thud, holding his nose in pain as the dude knelt in pain, holding his crotch. another thud was heard, accompanied by a small "wheeeey."

he looked behind, spotting a two girls- one with long earlobes and the other with a revealing outfit, while a blonde was on the ground making weird "weee" noises. [m/n] let out a nervous chuckle as he felt himself being picked up by the ears, scratching around, hating the feeling of being held in the air. his ears hurt- it felt like they were being ripped from his head. he hissed waving his tail and claws around. he heard the man groan as his tail smacked him in the face.

a knife was pressed to his neck and he froze, his eyes wide. i regret my life. i regret applying to yuuei. IM GON' DIE RIGHT AAA-

"you move, this kid is going down." villain guy said calmly. if [m/n] moved forwards, his neck will be sliced. but if he moved backwards-

but then my ears might not be able to handle all the pressure... [m/n] whimpered, his scalp starting to bleed. ah, fuck it. i'm gonna die anyways, either from my ears or the knife.

he harshly yanked his head backwards, his head knocking onto the villain's nose harshly. with a gasp his ears was released and [m/n] dropped to the floor, his hands automatically reaching up to touch his ears; hissing when a sharp pain travelled through his body as he touched the tip of them.

he was quickly shoved out of the way as kaminari rushed up to the villain, releasing more electricity as he screeched, the villain getting singed. they all zoomed out of there, [m/n] throwing all of them onto his back as he morphed himself into a wolf, carrying them back near where the exit was.

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he collapsed onto the ground, his head aching after the three got off his back. a weird bird like creature was slamming aizawa's head onto the ground. he could faintly make out the outline of someone reaching for a girl in the waters but his vision was too blurry for him to see who. "you really are cool... eraserhead." [m/n] watched as the head of his teacher was slammed back onto the ground again, his vision clearing up. and being the guard dog he is-

he got up, speed-ran to the bird creature and head-butted right into its stomach. full speed. the nomu was knocked off aizawa but besides that no damage was dealt. he was picked up the second time by his ears- and thrown off into the distance.

wincing he got back up, ignoring his teacher's calls for him to back up and "sit the fuck down and rest" as he rammed right into the nomu again, this time higher into his chest. he somehow managed to land a hit near where the nomu's brain is with his tail before he was slammed onto the ground near where aizawa was. he laid still as the nomu went up to where shigaraki was and began attacking the other students.

aizawa was fading in and out of consciousness- as [m/n] could tell from his decayed arm and the blood on his face. he wasn't doing any better, but aizawa looked as if he was more hurt than [m/n] ever will be.

lol, i mean i wasn't the one to get my skin ripped off my arm with it decaying and my head slammed full force into the ground that it would cause a huge dent- looking back to where he laid, a huge dent was formed under him. never frikkin mind.

i wonder if there's any way i could transfer sensei's pain to myself. that's part of moma's quirk, right? my quirk and hers is quite similar, except that she's a full wolf instead of being part bunny and wolf like i am. [m/n] sighed, thinking about his family. they probably wouldn't even care if i died, lmao.

remembering his mother telling his brother about her quirk he copied what she had said- lifting a finger to touch aizawa's skin and focusing on the image of what he envisions the "pain" as coming out of aizawa's body and into his. he could hear his teacher grumble out questions on why his student was poking his hand and he removed his hand, sighing and realising it probably didn't work until a sudden pain in his head caused a static-like noise filled his head and he passed out from the pain, his ears and tail falling limp by his side.

aizawa could feel the pain from his head lessen. he had questions, but frankly, his jaw was too hurt for him to even move it. he looked down slightly, seeing the passed out new kid and he sighed, his sight darkening as he felt himself getting picked up and carried.

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word count: 1780

this part was probably the hardest to write and the plot probably makes no sense lmao-

i already forgot like most of the usj parts and i had to rewatch the whole thing like thirty times more to write this chapter and now my eyes hurt from sitting in front of the computer for so long.

yeet i have decided that i will write a chapter every two or three days- ya know to keep my memory of the storyline in check and at the same time letting myself rest for a day.

see y'alls next time :>

#bnha #mha #yaoi #bxb #anime #manga #kaminari #midoriya #bakugo #todoroki #kirishima #aizawa #quirk

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ynkkoo-a · 5 years ago

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♡◞ 𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒖 !

not at me repurposing one of my theme graphics bc i’m a lil lazy babie , but ! since i jus hit another follower milestone n the decade is comin to a close , i jus wanted to say thank u to all my mutuals n followers n such who rly made this last year enjoyable on this hellsite ! 2019 was tough on a lot of us in a lot of ways , but we all did it , babyluvs ! we saw it out to the end n hopefully the 20′s are a lot prettier for us all ! p.s. i’m sorry to anyone not mentioned ! i hav the memory n attention span of a babie fish , but i luv all of u soso so much n u rly all do mean the absolute world to me ! ♡

first off , jus’ a quick an honourable mention to all of my nonnies of the year , wherever u babies are now ! in particular , my cherry nonnie , my jk anon ( @jminacious ) , my boo , my strawberry nonnie , n my grades anon ! n anyone else who has sent me sweet nonnies , these r jus the recurring ones of the year heh ! u sweet nonnies own my heart n truly made this blog such a lovely n pretty n positive experience for me , n i cannot properly express w words how much all of ur sweet mssgs meant n mean to me always ! ^♡^

starting off w the mutuals i literally never speak to , bc of my shy babie antics , but who i admire from afar so much ! ur all soso talented , jus all around beautiful souls who deserve the prettiest days . pleathe feel free to come talk to me , i’ll luv u down w my whole heart since i’m practically ur secret admirer anyway .

@miyanez , @kimseokjvn , @rmsrpt , @capitae , @chunghart , @aronpiper , @jinjeongguks , @yukhciz , @cjdoesrpt , @pocmuzings , @chuuiez , @leeieno , @igorrpt , @luvgifs , @joonkookies , @drunkblushed , @savta , @frcylan , @jinsoouls !

now , to give all my luv to those who literally . . . hav my heart . we haven’t talked much , again bc i’m a shy babie , tho sum of us hav jus recently been talking more which makes me very sparkly , but ! we exchange ims here or there , send an ask or two , reply to n like each other’s posts , support each other’s content --- u know , we’re cute mutuals ! the ‘ will they , won’t they ‘ mutuals ! for realsies , tho , ur all so talented , whether it be in making gifs or themes or graphics or writing or whatever ! ur talent astounds me n i am beyond in luv w u !

@sprfluous , @chanheez , @loonarz , @jungjnsoul , @yeriimss , @hotjoong , @hiqey , @tcehyvng , @kvinabstract , @stcinfelds , @kermitgrinch , @mcninas , @doyyeon , @jminssii , @jiminslolli , @raihelps , @svnflxwer , @softcarpenters !

n now for honourable mentions ! the few ppl on this site who my shy babie antics did not keep me from talking to n becoming friends w . these are the literal luvs of my life ! our ships are literally *chefs kiss* , i feel comfy cryin’ n rantin’ to u guys without worryin abt being annoying n i hope the feelin’ is mutual , i don’t feel even an ounce of anxiety when talkin’ to u guys which is such a major thing for me ? i consider u guys my friends sm n our friendship literally means the world to me . ur soso talented in so many ways n u hav the loveliest hearts , n i’m so honoured to be able to be ur friend n to write w u all !

p.s. there’s cute lil mssgs for each of u under the cut !

@pointlcss , @ultraviclets , @musetories , @briingmetolifc , @heartvfire !

♡◞ @pointlcss !

alli ! ♡ i am literally so happy that u happened upon my lil 1x1 post a couple months back n decided to mssg me abt threading bc our cute lil starstruck plot turned into a friendship that i am soso so thankful for ? there is not anyone that i wld hav rather gone thru it over jungoo’s long hair , tattoos , n haircut w . that one pic of jjk from season’s greetings as our matching discord icons . . . stayin’ up to yell abt stray kids’ n txt’s comebacks . . . i literally luv this for us ? ur soso talented n making gifsets n writing , n i’m so happy i cld make this last year a lil bit special for u , bc u’ve made this year such a special n pretty one for me too ! i can’t wait to see where our cute lil plot n ship takes n i hope the year has even more luvly things in store for us ! i luv n adore u soso so much . u rly are the sweetest soul out there n i’m so happy to consider u a friend ! also thank u for jus’ now informing me abt bts’ 2020 tour i owe u my lifeKSHDKJ ♡

♡◞ @ultraviclets !

ness ! ♡ literally . . . the luv of my life , perhaps ? i remember following u when u published ur first theme , bc i was jus like . wowow wubbzy ? this is beautiful n free n i’m broke n u hav my heart ? n u know , for a while we were sort of will they , won’t they mutuals , too , which was cute for us , but i think we actually started talking when we were both in abroad ? n then u mssged me later on to lmk that jjk was open in ur rp if i wanted to join n it made me so absolutely soft ??? like . ik it was jus a lil thing but u captured my whole HEART in that moment ? n now ur genuinely sumone that i trust so much , like . the other day when u let me rant to u a lil bit abt smth kinda silly , rly , it jus meant the world to me ? n u mean the world to me n !!! writing w u is absolutely wonderful always n our current ship is *chefs kiss* even tho i hav yet to reply to our thread again BUT !!! i will do it , i pinky promise , i’m sorry i’m the worst . u deserve the whole wide world . ur talented beyond belief , ur such a blessing to the rpc n this hellsite as a whole , n i adore n am soso so thankful for our luvly lil friendship every time we talk . u truly hav made this icky year a lot less icky ! u hav my whole heart ! ♡

♡◞ @musetories !

sarah ! ♡ u’ve genuinely been one of my best friends for four years + one month now n like ? wowow wubbzy ? that’s such a long time ! from the rp that shall not be named to lit rally whatever tf we’re doin rn . u were the first person i ever rly shipped w on this hellsite , even tho i was a whole babie n my writing was godforsaken at the time . n now we lit rally hav so many ships up our sleeves that i can’t even name them all , but i luv each n every one of them soso so much ? sum of them are so iconic that they’re jus’ eternal now ( we’re rly ALWAYS on our eli & zazzy bullshit ) n i kind of adore that for us ? we’ve spent so many our jus’ stayin up into the night / morning writing novels in my dms , n those are genuinely sum of my fondest rp memories ? we don’t rly talk quite as much anymore , but that’s okay n it happens ! we’ve had sum ups n downs , but i’m genuinely soso so thankful for ur friendship these last four years n here’s to four more heh ! n also u got my into bts so i owe u my lifeKJSHKD ♡

♡◞ @briingmetolifc !

mozzie ! ♡ wowow wubbzy , i cld genuinely write a novel abt u ? we’ve been friends for practically four years now , too , n to think it all started w our one lil ship in the rp that shall not be named ! i can actually n genuinely jus talk to u abt anything ? whether it be our ships , a random plot i wanna write , the political state of our country , how fucked ap classes are , mister jungoo himself , whatever issues i’m having w sumone that i need to get off my chest --- there’s literally no limit or bounds to what we can talk to n it’s so nice ? like . i genuinely trust u so much ? u’ve always jus kinda been That Person who i know i can trust w anything , who i never felt wld judge me ? like i can jus tell u anythin , i trust u so much . ur genuinely one of my best friends , even when ur tryin to fight my babie or we’re both bein’ bratty n silent treatmenting each other or ur bein a stubborn lil babie n won’t let me do ur theme for u even tho !!! i luv doing ur themes ! but it’s okay bc u hav my heart , n i genuinely ??? wld be such a different person w/o u in my life for the past four years i’m sure ? n also ur such an amazing writer , ur muses are so unique n ur writing is so fluid n ??? god !!! everythin abt u is smth that i adore . pleathe come to california n be my first kissie . . . i luv u ! ♡

♡◞ @heartvfire !

kacchan ! ♡ oh my god ??? where in the world do i even BEGIN ??? ur genuinely one of the most important ppl in my life . i met u first when i was a literal fckin babie in the rp that shall not be named a whole four years ago now , n like . we didn’t talk a ton at first , but u were never weird or condescending bc i was young ? like , we eventually did start talking n i’m soso like ??? happy that we got close ? like . since day one , i’ve looked up to ur writing n u as a person ? ur characters were always so insanely creative and unique and ur writing was so fluid n beautiful n just ? u were literal goals to lil 14yr old kookoo . n even now , whenever i do a reply to u , i will literally write n rewrite it five times over before posting it bc i want to make sure it’s as good as urs is ! like !!! god ur so talented ! n like . especially as of late , we’ve jus gotten super close ? n like . i’m genuinely so happy abt it ??? our friendship is genuinely a WHOLE blessing in my life , like . ik i can talk to u abt anything n u can talk to me abt anything n we’ll meet eachother w the same amount of enthusiasm ? we can vent to each other n completely understand n empathise n talk things out so we feel better n it’s jus ??? we jus’ get each other ?? so nice . thank u for listening to me when i’m anxious or sad , n for not thinkin ill of me when i’m bein a brat , even when it’s for silly reasons , n for listenin to n not judging me when i talk abt jungoo n bts , even tho i talk to them a lot n ik i can be a bit much sumtimes . like , genuinely ? i’m abt to start crying rn , i’m so thankful for u . u’ve helped shape me so much as a person . helped me grow as a writer . i met u at one of the worst n most important ages of my life n u’ve impacted my life such an insane amount ??? u’ve always been the first person to talk to n comfort me when things go to shit n i truly cannot express how much that has always meant to me . i genuinely think i wld be a bit of a different person n not as confident in my writing if i didn’t hav u to look up to for these past four years . i trust u so much n i luv u soso so much ! n i am going to reply to the dm u sent me properly , i jus need 2 formulate my thoughts properly first , so pleathe hav this for now ! u literally hav my whole HEART !!! ♡

#* koo rambles !#hi i luv all of u !!!#this is the first milestone . i hav done anything for !#will try 2 get that psd posted later ! ^♡^

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1-800-seo · 5 years ago

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domestic dad!kook

hi everyone I thought I’d post my crap here so here is my domestic dad!kook Drabble list thing?

involves: pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, kissing, hickies?, general tomfoolery, nothing major, dad!jungkook,

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* those damned blue lines

* you thought you wouldn’t see them so soon

* after all you had only been married eighteen months

* old relatives have been asking since day 1 when they’re gonna he seeing some lil jeons running around smh aunty karen

* you wondered how he would react

* he’d never shown any adverse reaction to children before but he was practically still a child himself

* the spiderman onesie you washed yesterday attests to that

* you decided to tell him at dinner

* he’d just had his first bite of tagliatelle when you accidentally blurted it out

* “IM PREGNANT”

* “what?” he replied snapping his head up with wide doe eyes

* “I-I found out this morning...I’m definitely pregnant. I know it’s soon, but we can make this work.”

* “What’re you on about? This is amazing baby, I finally get to be a dad!”

* “So you want this?”

* “Definitely, I’ve always imagined a family with you, it was just a matter of time. I’m so happy though baby, over the moon.”

* The smile on his face was beaming and the twinkle in his eye sparkled, he looked the epitome of happiness

* “I’m glad you want this then, it’ll be a wild ride but I’m glad it’s with you.”

* you reach out and squeeze his hand, as a fat tear of joy rolls down your cheek

* “I’m glad too, I know we’re young but it feels so right, so right with you.”

* he looks down, a tear dripping onto the table

* he wipes a few more and giggles

* “Tbh im surprised this didn’t happen earlier considering we go at it like rabbits”

* “KOOK” you cant help but laugh

* He is right lol

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One month 🍼

* “Where is my wife and my spawn~~~~~~”

* Jeongguk loudly sang as he burst thru the front door, arriving home from work

* “Wym spawn???“ You say as he pulls you into a bear hug and flops both of you on the couch

* “You know,, spawn, this baby, it’s my spawn hence why I’m calling it spawn like the superhero,, duh”

* he drops his hands down to your stomach and rest them their, flat palmed

* bowing his head so he is closer he says

* “I can’t wait to meet you Spawnie”

* Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter at the outrageous name

* “we CANNOT nickname our baby SPAWN, JEONGGUK”

* “Why not I think it’s well cool”

* he calmly replies proud smirk on his face

* “Is Spawn even a good guy?”

* “ummm”

* “wym ummm??”

* “well he’s kind of ambiguous in the comics”

* “OH GREAT WE HAVE A BABY NAMED SPAWN THAT IS OF AMBIGUOUS MORALITY”

* at that comment you both fell about laughing, your sides beginning to hurt at it all

* and that was how your unborn baby was nicknamed Spawn

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Three Months 🍼

* “I can’t push the trolley, I’m pregnant”

* you said matter of factly

* “oh you’re just being lazy,, I mean I’m not saying I won’t push the trolley, but you’re really pushing the boat out, baby”

* “hehehe my plan worked, you fool, you may have suspected me, however you still fell right into my trap muhahahaha”

* you dramatically laugh and put your hands on your hips like a comical villain

* so anyways you skrt skrt around the shop

* and right next to the book section is you know what

* the BABY SECTION

* so far you actually haven’t looked their yet because you don’t know the gender

* but curiosity brings you snooping in the aisles

* Jeongguk returns from the bakery section, carrying croissants and hair swept into a messy top knot

* you stare at the many many many racks of children’s clothes

* tiny baby booties

* hats that kook could only fit on his fist

* so so smol baby-grows

* “ngl I’m kinda overwhelmed”

* “how come?”

* he puts his hands round your waist and rests his head on your shoulders

* big soft comfy back hug

* “idk it’s a lot of responsibility, right? I can’t even begin to think about names never mind washing, clothing, feeding this tiny human being when it arrives”

* “baby, you have nothing to worry about, and I am positive you’re going to be the best most caring mother ever, and I have full trust in that.”

* He places a soft chaste kiss on the top of your head

* “thank you for always supporting me ggukie”

* “It’s my pleasure; we’re going to have the best baby ever, aren’t we Spawnie”

* You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek

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Four Months 🍼

* you were sat on the couch in your small apartment, small but sufficient

* Jungkook was painting the spare room and deconstructing old furniture you were selling on eBay

* You’re job was to arrange the business dealings and to look for new kid-appropriate furniture to reoccupy the spaces now blank

* It was fine by you

* saves you from getting up off the couch and getting all sweaty

* after a good few hours JK came out from the room, sweat on his brow and hungry

* hungry for something else tho 👀

* he stalks over to where you are sitting and kneels on the floor in front of your knees

* he rests his head on your lap, arms folded underneath it

* his eyes were dark, full of want

* “How’s it going baby? You tired?”

* “hmmm”

* he just stares back

* brows slightly furrowed

* soon enough he was peppering your face in warm kisses

* he flipped you over and sat you on his lap, hands resting on your waist

* his lips latched onto your neck and he sucked a flourish of purple and blue flowers under your jaw

* his lips were warm and supple on your skin

* it sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to your skin

* you found the hem of his black T-shirt and slid your hands under the fray

* you’re hands met the toned muscle of his stomach and the soft honey skin

* “looks like I can’t knock you up since someone already has, oh well, more fun for me”

* his hands fiddled with the fabric of your top

* you obliged and pulled it over your head

* you were met with his mouth hungrily crashing into yours as he searched for more and soon enough you were underneath him

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Six Months 🍼

* your belly was fairly noticeable by now and you couldn’t avoid the fact that you were pregnant

* people were starting to let you sit instead of them in public places

* you were getting more and more randos asking to touch your belly as well which wasn’t the greatest

* JK is always in protective dad mode™️ when this happens

* he’s ready to protect his babies

* one time when a sketchy looking old man asked to touch your belly JK immediately stood in between you and the guy

* he puffed out his chest and was hella macho

* Alpha Jungkook arises hehe

* ever since then he was more aware that people would be looking at you and more interested in you in general

* anyways

* he’s hella excited to be a dad

* his excitement is so pure and genuine it’s so sweet

* it’s like every day he gets more excited and you think by the full 9 months he’ll just be so excited he’ll be vibrating like a washing machine lol

* every night he kisses you and your baby good night

* “Night night baby jeon spawnie”

* without fail it makes you giggle

* his lil nose always brushes against your skin when he says it and it’s ticklish and comforting

* you can’t wait to meet your baby to see which of you they look like and in what ways

* will they have your double lidded eyes or his unique nose

* will they have his bunny teeth or your short stature

* either way they’ll be the most loved being in this world

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Seven Months 🍼

* it was time for the long awaited gender reveal

* you and him had decided that you would go alone to the appointment since he had work and then you would surprise Ggukie when he gets back

* you decided the way you would tell him was by dressing in either blue or pink

* you know you know,, not really breaking gender stereotypes, but it gets the idea over

* so that’s what you do

* you wear you’re best maternity day dress and do your makeup all güd

* it’s 5:30pm and he’s so excited to know

* he barges thru the door and basically and sprints to you

* he’s met with a baby blue clad wife, her hair adorned with a periwinkle ribbon

* immediately he knows and swoops you up into a bear hug

* “Jungkook? We’re going to have a little baby boy!”

* “I’m so happy! I feel like I’ve drank five red bulls,, we’re going to have a boy”

* When you pull away from the hug his cheeks have tears dripping down them and his eyes are wet

* “aww baby why’re you crying?”

* “because I’m just so happy, I can’t wait to see him, he’s going to be perfect, we’ll all be perfect”

* “you’re right kook, we’ll be perfect”

* “You don’t know how much I love you, you know?”

* that was when you started crying tears of happiness too

* youd remember this moment forever

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Eight Months 🍼

* “I think it’s time to think of some actual names”

* “yeahhh people at work keep thinking I’m actually calling the baby Spawnie and then I keep having to explain why it’s called Spawn and i don’t particularly like explaining that Spawn is a play on sperm and that’s my sperm”

* “What goes ON at your work”

* “you don’t even wanna know babygirl”

* “ummm so I was thinking, something familial, i don’t want a western name tho so that rules out my side,, unless you want to call him Barry”

* “uhh no thanks babes”

* “yeahh they’d sound like the flash lol”

* “I don’t want none of that DC propaganda in my household thanks”

* “tru tru”

* “so what about your side of family? Can you think of any family who have named you like?”

* “What about Junseok? My great uncle is called Junseok and I think that’s cool, also it kinda looks like a combination of Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung’s names.”

* “Wow they’d love that, that’s a good idea actually.”

* “Jeon Junseok, has a good ring to it”

* “I agree”

* “It’s settled then until further notice”

* “It seems it is Mr Jeon”

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First Week Home 🍼

* The moment Junseok was in his little sunset coloured crib you burst into tears of relief

* you’d obviously been stressing post birth about the intricacies and once you’d got him home and settled it was like a weight of your shoulders

* he was home

* he was safe

* and you were both over the moon

* he had the smallest nose and the biggest doe eyes

* his dark hair swept across his delicate skin on his forehead

* you just knew he’d be the spitting image of his dad

* each following day with Junseok was amazing

* he was good for you

* slept so well

* settled into routine easily

* it’s as if you never had to worry

* and Jungkook was a life saver

* he was such an attentive father and husband

* always caring for you and Junseok

* every morning he’d bring you up a cup of herbal tea and bowl of granola

* and go check on the baby and if he’s awake change and feed him

* his paternity leave was a blessing

* it meant you actually got a lie in instead of Junseok waking you up

* “I can do the baby this morning, it’s ok”

* you say sitting up in bed

* “no no I’ll do it I’m used to getting up at this time for work anyway”

* “but you’ve been doing it all this week I feel bad”

* “Baby, rest, I want to do this, you deserve a rest after carrying the baby for nine months, I’m sure I can take care of him for a few mornings”

* then he gave u a sweet kiss and left to see his baby boy

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Eighteen Months 🍼

* you pulled on Junseok’s tiny yellow wellies as Jungkook put on his coat

* “where are we going seokie?”

* “P-p-p” Junseok tried his best to get out the letters

* “Yayyy we’re going to the park”

* “Me and your mum are going to meet uncle Jimin too, and you know what that means? You’re going to get spoileddd”

* “V tru, but why does he always spoil him? I mean it’s not a problem he gets free things and stuff, but do you reckon he’s compensating for something?”

* “Yeah as nice as it is I think he might be compensating for not being around as often as he’d like to, solo career going strong as all, you know how he loves kids, in his head he probably thinks he’s an absent uncle but in reality he’s ever present just away for an odd weekend, which is normal”

* “yeah I get that”

* “But it’ll be nice to see him anyway, we can ask him about his new single”

* “Oh I’ve heard that it’s pretty good”

* Junseok pulled at the hem of your coat, indicating he wants to leave

* So off you went

* the day was filled with jumping in muddy puddles and Jimin nearly falling in said puddles

* Junseok got all dirty so you had to go find a bathroom to clean him up at

* hence why you ended up at an ice cream parlour in winter

* despite the cold weather you enjoyed the ice cream nonetheless

* JK teases Jimin a few times because apparently Jimin’s white blond hair was vanilla ice cream and his was chocolate

* Jimin insisted his was bingsu however JK refused

* Junseok had a great time fluffing up uncle Jimin’s hair after that

* and so the day drew to an end

* you headed home

* Seokie sleeping in the car all the way there

* you gently took him into the house and the pair of you collapsed on the couch and immediately fell asleep

* it was the cutest thing

* and when you woke up you saw your two boys asleep so soundly

* and you thought to yourself how content with your life you were

* how lucky you were

* how much you love those boys

* and you’d do anything for them

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The End hehehe :)

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btssaysstudy · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Day || BTS JK

Genre: Fluff Paring: JK x reader A/N: My first fanfic hehe, hope you like it and do drop a message if you did!

In University, you joined a dance club as an extra curricular activity and that was when you met your best friend — Jungkook. Everyone in the club was familiar with each other and you had many events together already. It had turned into your family in university.

“He said I looked good in my recent post.” You had to admit that you sounded vain and shallow when you said that to your best friend. Jungkook chuckled, “I’m telling you he’s interested.”

“Or he’s just being nice.” You countered, to which Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. You took the drink you ordered and walked away with Jungkook to your table to have your lunch.

You hung out with Jungkook the most in school since you guys took the same modules and in the same year. “Anyway, enough about me, any updates on that girl that texted you?” “Nothing really, she’s another one that thinks we’re dating. I don’t understand why a girl and guy hanging out together will always get mistaken for being together.”

“Beats me. Maybe you should get rid of me to help with your game.” You grinned at Jungkook as a joke. He rolled his eyes at you, “As if it’ll be easy to get rid of you.”

“Oh so you’ve had thoughts about it?”

“Shut up.” Jungkook threw his crumpled receipt at you to make you stop. The two of you finished your lunch and headed to your next lecture together. On the way, you were talking about what you and Jimin had been talking about the other night when you were lucky enough to bump into him.

“Guess who’s behind.” Jungkook whispered after he had coincidentally turned around. “No way. You think he heard me gushing about him?”

Your best friend shook his head, placed his hand on your shoulder and whipped your body 180 degrees so that you could meet eye to eye with Jimin.

“H-Hey Jimin!”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Just the people I was looking for!” Jimin waved at you enthusiastically as he jogged up to the both you.

“You were?”

Jimin bidded his head with his charming closed mouth smile, “Nothing serious. Just a random question, are y’all skipping practice next Friday?”

Park Jimin. Another star dancer in the club, along with Jungkook and a few others. He’s also the one you have been talking about to Jungkook. You did see your fellow club members as family. Jimin was the exception though.

Jimin was a flirt.

A lot of people knew that. However it was not like the f*ckboy flirty ways, he was a natural at it. You were even sure that there were times he himself didn’t even recognize that he was flirting. You loved to talk to Jimin. You loved to see him dance as well.

“Skipping practice? No, why?”

“Because,” Jimin winked at you, “Next Friday is Valentine’s Day.” You tried not to let a big smile show as you remained ‘nonchalant’ about Valentine’s Day.

“I might be.” Jungkook wriggled his shoulders cutely and you nudged your best friend with a shocked look on your face. “I need an update!” Jungkook laughed, nodding head his, “Yes boss. I’ll update you later. For now, we have a lecture to attend.:

The three of you were in the same lecture for this module. However, Jimin attended this module with another group of his while you were with Jungkook. It was true that you two seemed inseparable. Of course it was appear this way since you guys organised your semester schedules together. You guys met during orientation camp and have become best friends ever since.

Halfway through the lecture, Jungkook had given up listening and started using his phone discreetly behind his laptop. You glanced to see that he was texting someone. “Who’s that?” You softly nudged his sides. “It’s the girl I asked out for Valentine’s.”

Your attention immediately shifted to finding out who was this mysterious girl, turning to him to ask for more information. “Show me a picture! What’s her name? How did you meet?”

Jungkook nudged you to keep quiet, finding a picture of her on social media. ‘Wow she looks good.” You thought to yourself, somehow feeling dejected without knowing the reason why.

It dawned on you that Jungkook won’t be there for dance practice next Friday and it made you less excited for practice. However, something bothered you even more. You felt more upset compared to the other times when he was just lazy to practice but you couldn’t put a finger on it. So you decided to brush it off.

“Jeon Jungkook! What is this?” You asked in shock as you looked at the contents of the tote bag. Taking out the box from inside, you opened it to find out that Jungkook had prepared you a lunch bento box and along with it, came your favourite drink.

“Do you like it?” He asked, you didn’t miss how shy and nervous he sounded.

You looked back up at me, showing the brightest smile you have as you pulled him in for a tight hug. “I love it! I love food! You’re the best I swear!” You felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled, making your heart flutter from the sensation. He patted your shoulders, signalling you to release him from your tight grasp.

“I didn’t get you anything though.” You pouted, feeling guilty that you didn’t prepare a surprise for your best friend. He shook his head, “Nah, it’s fine y/n. Don’t feel bad about it. It was an impromptu thing anyway.”

Jungkook started filling you in about the details on his date later that night - where he would bring out and what time. Once he was done sharing his part, you started talking about you will be hanging out with some of the club members after practice, one of them being Jimin.

You noticed his smile dropped for a split second before he went back to showing a supportive and bright smile. “Are you guys getting closer?” Shrugging your shoulders, “I guess so? But just as friends.”

“I see.”

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While waiting for practice to start, you and Jimin were sitting next to each other, talking about recent events the past few days and just catching up in general. You realised that you never gotten the proper chance to just sit down with Jimin alone to get to know him better. It was mostly because you were always more nervous about trying not to make it obvious that you thought he’s cute.

However, the longer the conversation went, the more you realised. You were more than happy with how things are with you and Jimin. It already felt perfect in a way. You weren’t sure of the reason why but suddenly, it was as if you didn’t have that cute crush on him anymore.

“Jungkook told me about the girl he’s taking out tonight. Have you met her?” “No,” you answered curtly, which surprised Jimin and even yourself. “Why do you ask?”

“Nothing.” Jimin chuckled, “Why are you laughing?” You looked at him in a questioning manner. Jimin just pinched your cheeks playfully. “It’s nothing y/n.”

You didn’t want to talk about Jungkook’s Valentine’s date, you weren’t sure why but you were sure that you wanted to change the topic.

Practice ended slightly earlier so you guys dashed out of the studio to head over to McDonald’s to get a midnight snack since you were all starving after dancing for hours.

Hoseok and Seokjin, also members of the dance club, were goofing around while you guys were walking to the fast food place. Taehyung was behind them, laughing freely and filming them. While you and Jimin were in front leading the way and talking with each other.

“Valentine’s Day doesn’t seem so boring when we have them behind us.” Jimin was referring to the two fooling around behind. You laughed as you glanced back, nodding your head in agreement.

“Too bad Jungkook isn’t here.” Jimin added.

“At least he’s on a cute date.” You said bitterly, looking down at your feet, not really paying attention to what you had just uttered.

“You know, I find it hard to believe no one asked you out for VDAY.” Jimin commented.

You looked back up to face Jimin as you walked, “I mean, everyone in the crew are all like family. We don’t see each other that way? And I basically only hang out with y’all.”

“Mmm. I guess that could be another reason.” Jimin jutted out his lower lip as you stared straight ahead, as if deep in thought.

You furrowed your brows, “Another reason? What reason did you have in mind?”

Jimin just winked at you and you nudged him to get it out of him.

“Spill.”

“You know, before I spill, I might as well spill that I knew you had a small crush on me.” He winked at you and you were completely caught off guard. He knew all this time?! You felt like a fool next to him all of a sudden.

Out of embarrassment you smacked his arm. “Didn’t need to do me dirty like that.”

Jimin laughed before continuing, “I had a crush on you too, for the record.”

You scoffed, not believing his words. “Really now.” For all you know, he could be saying that out of pity to help you feel less embarrassed.

“Yea. But I thought you and JK had a thing so I did my best to get rid of those thoughts. I only knew about you liking me recently because Jungkook dropped some not so subtle hints.”

“He WHAT?!”

Jimin winced sheepishly, probably thinking he screwed up and you were going to murder Jungkook.

“Don’t kill him. It’s because I was asking about your V-Day plans.” Jimin shook his head, “Anyway, back to the main point. That’s the reason I was referring to.”

“The main reason is that people think Jungkook and I are a thing?”

“Not gonna lie, I ship you guys at the same time so I was willing to let my crush go.” He winked at you and you laughed. “Well, you should’ve made your move since we aren’t together. He’s on a date now and he’s just my best friend.”

“You sure about that?” He asked as he opened the door to McDonalds, letting the group in and that put a pause on your conversation

After that day, Jungkook didn’t really update you about his date as he was talking to you as if nothing happened. You found it weird because he was usually very eager to share what happened.

“Okay. Why aren’t you updating me about your date?”

“There’s nothing to say.” He grumbled, seemingly not in the mood to talk.

“What do you mean there’s nothing? There has to be updates.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Jungkook was avoiding your eye contact, looking at his drink, stirring the melting ice with his straw.

You tried to think of a reason why Jungkook was in such a sour mood. Then it clicked in your head, “Oh. It went badly didn’t it? It’s okay Jung—“

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” He snapped his head up to look at you straight in the eye.

“Damn. Okay.” You raised your hands, brushing his harsh reply off though it hurt you a bit. Jungkook felt guilty for lashing out at you and opened his mouth to apologise but was distracted when he saw Jimin approach your table, waving at the both you.

“Lover boy is here. I gotta go.” Jungkook got up with his bag.

“Go where? Our next lecture is only in an hour—“

“I’m going to the library.” He rushed off after saying hello to Jimin.

The library? Since when does he go to the library before lectures?

After waving goodbye to Jungkook, Jimin turned back at you, standing next to your table. “He looks pissed. What did you do?”

You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back against your seat, staring at your empty plate and cup. “I have no clue. He was being pissy about his date.”

“Oh. He didn’t tell you what happened?”

“No. What do you know?”

“He cancelled his date.” Jimin said with a knowing smirk, wriggling his shoulder suggestively.

“And how do you know that?”

“He told Taehyung when we were going out for Macs that night. He wanted to join us for post-practice meal.”

“So why didn’t he?”

Jimin sighed, reaching into his pockets to take out his phone. He showed you his chat with Taehyung.

“Tae filmed the group walking to Macs and I guess he saw this.” Jimin explained as you read the chat. You clicked on the video that Taehyung sent. “Wait.” Jimin took his phone and skipped to the part where you and Jimin were walking together and seemingly having a good time together.

Confused, you looked back up at Jimin. “What about it?”

Jimin jokingly poked your forehead. “Must I spell everything out for you? He likes you. Dumb ass.”

You laughed, “If he did. He would’ve asked me out for Valentine’s.”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking your bag from the seat. “He probably would’ve asked you if you didn’t tell him about your crush on me.”

“What are you doing with my bag—“

Jimin took your arm and pulled you up. “Where did he go?”

“The library?”

“Yea right, that boy ain’t there to study. Go talk to him.” He started pulling you in the direction of the library.

Throughout the walk to the library, you kept saying you didn’t want to talk about it. You needed to think it through and come up with a plan but Jimin kept pulling you all the way.

At the entrance, you saw Jungkook walk out, he looked at you and Jimin together. You noticed the blank look on his face, as if he was trying to hide his emotions.

Jimin smiled at Jungkook and pushed you towards him.

“See y’all at the lecture!” Jimin winked at you and briskly walked off.

“Screw you jimin.” You cursed under your breath.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked as he walked up to you and you shook your head. “N-Nothing. Just wanted to check on you since I seemed to have pissed you off earlier.”

Jungkook sighed and shook his head. “No you didn’t. Sorry I snapped at you. Can we forget about that?” You agreed and the two of you made your way to the lecture hall.

“About my date. I cancelled it.” Jungkook spoke after the short silence.

So it was true.

“Why?”

“It didn’t feel right.” He answered but you didn’t pry.

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After lecture, Jungkook suggested to go for ice cream and you agreed. He asked about updates on you and Jimin. You told him you don’t see him that way anymore.

“Really? Just the other day—“

“Yea I know what I said but I realised it was just eye candy or something.”

Suddenly you remembered that Jungkook snitched on you. “He told me that he knows I liked him. I wonder why.” You looked at him and he gave you an apologetic look.

“I-I’m sorry.”

You laughed, brushing it aside, “It’s okay. But we talked about it and we’re cool.”

There was silence following that as you guys ate your own ice cream. It was creating nervousness in you and you couldn’t sit in silence any longer.

“Wish you joined us that night.”

Jungkook smiled, “Me too.”

“Why didn’t you? Since you cancelled the date.”

He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding your eye contact once again, taking a lick of his ice cream. “It was too late to go out.”

“That’s nonsense. You have no curfew.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Okay yea you’re right.”

“Jimin told me you asked Taehyung where we were but you didn’t meet us.”

“I lost the mood to meet you guys.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief, “You lost the mood for a midnight snack? Okay, the date, I understand since you’ve done that before. But McDonald’s? With everyone?”

Jungkook pressed his lips into a thin smile, you could tell he was thinking of his reply. You waited, eating your ice cream that was slowly melting in the cup.

“I didn’t want to go there on Valentine’s just to see you and Jimin together.”

You stopped mid-scoop and looked up at him who was looking down at his ice cream cone. “W-What?” You felt your body froze, trying to comprehend what he was trying to say.

With a frustrated sigh, he looked into your eyes and confessed. “I always cancelled on dates because I didn’t want to go on dates with other girls. Hanging out with you is more than enough. I thought at first maybe its because I was just stuck with you. But after hanging out with other girls before, it just didn’t feel as happy and chill when we hang out.”

You didn’t break eye contact at all and you felt the sincerity of every single word he had uttered. Yet, you didn’t know how to reply. You felt your heartbeat even more heavily, you felt this adrenaline rising in your and your cheeks heating up.

“I like you y/n.”

You leaned back, staring at your cup of ice cream. “Huh.” You chuckled, completely at a lost.

“Why are you laughing” He asked, looking a bit nervous.

You looked up at him, making eye contact and smiled. “If you do, why aren’t you asking me out on a date then?”

His nervous look morphed into a big smile, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to.”

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steve0discusses · 6 years ago

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Yugioh S3 Ep 1: Can We Just...Ignore the Apocalypse? Let’s Just Ignore the Apocalypse.

Ah guys, we’re back, it’s a new season! Sort of! It’s a filler arc that probably won’t make a huge difference on anything in the plot but bro has promised is hella weird so lets dive into it.

Remember all the stuff we were talking about last season, and how I had to like basically carry around a notebook and take character notes like for the first time since my High School English class when we read Shakespeare? Remember how freakin complicated everything got?

Well the writers for this season decided to do a soft reset on all of that mess. Apparently they’ll get back to that crazy stuff we spent a whole season building up but with a new season they’d get a new audience of viewers, and maybe they didn’t want them to be confused. Because, lets be honest, nearly all of the latter half of S2 would be unwatchable if you did not know what was happening.

They also knew they had a problem, especially since they were waiting for the manga to catch up to the show at this point so they couldn’t accidentally step on the manga’s shoes and invent things that later negated the manga entirely. They had to edit. They had to stay as far away from the manga points as they could. And they did it in the most ridiculous way.

Y’all don’t even know this blog was *almost* a SeaQuest DSV blog. But it was pulled. So then it was almost a Kolchack the Nightstalker blog. But that got pulled. Yugioh was my third choice. Much like my dating life.

That’s right, we’re going to do a soft reset by adding a whole new set of characters! A whole new plotline to keep track of! To show us this tantalizing view of Kaiba island and then just.......detour.

It’s honestly, a welcoming thing for me, a reviewer, because I was getting hella lost and now it’s back to basics. Although, there are certain things they just...didn’t even address.

Cold as ice, Yugi. Cold as freakin ice, like way to appreciate your most interesting friend. Like maybe put that house fern where Bakura died or something. Anything.

What teenager finds out their other teenage friend freakin died last night and is like “well...that happens” and of all teenagers--especially Yugi Muto. Yugi is usually so freakin extra but he doesn’t really...seem to be freaking out. I’m so used to this kid having a melt down so often, that when he’s not having a melt down, I assume there’s something absolutely wrong with him.

Yugi kind of glazes over the more complicated parts of Season 2 in some flashbacks, and then the blimp starts shaking violently to get us right off course in both location and plot.

(read more under the cut)

We did not get a peek at anyone’s mirrors to see if the giant mystery purple bottles are still around. A shame.

Also, guess what time it is, just by looking at this image. Just guess in your head, knowing that all these people went to bed at like 3AM last night.

Yeah it’s canonically 5 AM. In grand Yugioh tradition, all these kids, mostly a bunch of really gross boys, who are still in clothes from the day before, who miiiight not have showered, are now going to continue their adventure, just piling on the gross as much as possible until this season ends. It’s like every little kid’s dream honestly.

Anyways, we’re gonna fly right into a plot dump that is maybe one of the most insane dumps this show has ever dumped--and y’all we’ve had some nuts dumps--but this one is especially weird because it actually makes sense within the continuity.

Just remember when you hear this that we are in Season 3. It is Season 3 and this has never once come up, not even once before. That one guy on the writing staff who really, really, REALLY stans Seto Kaiba apparently walked into work the day when they were making this episode and was he like “wow, everyone called in sick to work today and no one’s here but me and I can go home or I can finally just go NUTS.”

So this entire time, the Kaiba’s were basically the Patriots. OK.

I mean, it actually makes so much more sense as to why these children know how to ride a helicopter and why Seto randomly knows CQC. I never thought I would ever get a proper explanation for this but here it is. Kaiba was being honed to devote himself to the...war economy...but then he said “actually nah, because that’s too effed up even for Yugioh” and then to spite his father replaced every weapon with trading cards.

And then...accidentally weaponized trading cards in the process thus turning into his own Father.

I guess that’s why people are legit dying in this tournament and Seto and Mokuba are like “Yeah? This is what happens?” since they were literally raised by some Hideo Kajima mini-boss. They probably have no idea what children’s games are supposed to be like, so when Yugi loses his nut and starts Shadow Realming they’re like “hm. Is this what kids are into? I’ll go along with it. See Dad? I am blending into kid culture real well. Really good at kid stuff.”

Like, it’s a good layer of irony that these two decided to bring peace and harmony to the whole earth by replacing weapons with games you’d play with children--but then they chose the one game that will absolutely end the Earth quicker than a weapon of mass destruction. Congrats. You did it.

This show, man, sometimes I’m not sure what it wants Seto Kaiba to be. Because, yeah, Seto just showed us a very nice thing he did as he randomly does--he’s basically won a Nobel Peace Prize by default--but he’s still a complete asshole. Like did he just feel like he has to show up Yugi again for saving the Earth last season by reminding us that Seto has already done that before this show ever started? That he dissolved the freakin Patriots before this show ever began?

Like Seto single-handedly fixed the entire plot of Metal Gear. Like this is the child that ended how many wars with getting rid of the ammunition? This is the child the writers chose? Seto freakin Kaiba?

And then he turned around and essentially put cards into a bunch of guns and you wear them on your wrist what the hell is even going on with this kid?

But don’t worry we won’t get even five seconds to register this plot dump, much like that time they told me that Seto freakin Kaiba has a dead soulmate from 5000 years ago who is now four separate playing cards and also probably his Great^nth Grandmother.

The Seto lore is rapidly getting more complicated than the Yugi lore and Yugi Muto is two people. Just saying.

Anyway, lets meet our new villain.

So the theme of this arc seems to also be a theme that the writers are currently wrestling with. You got Yugioh which has a very--INTERESTING background, it’s this horror manga turned effed up anime turned much more tame child’s anime and it’s like, that’s a lot of pressure for this team. Kinda feels like every time they try to do Yugioh there’s going to be people that are pissed off because it wasn’t like what came before it. And so this whole story of Kaiba trying to get out of his problematic Father’s shadow is almost like the entire writing team at this point just begging us to please let them do a thing without having to do 158 on-screen murders.

(JK, they’ll murder off more people in this very episode.)

And so this arc they decide to make this character who, as bro mentioned, is a throwback to Season Zero Kaiba, but with better hair. Sort of. Honestly, I mostly only see the white shirt as a reference but I can see what bro is getting at, especially since their hair shape and eyes are like...VERY Kaiba-ey. Anyway, I called it right away before we saw this kid that he’d be a distant relative here to claim his cut of the Kaiba inheritance pie so, because his hair is Mokuba blue-green, we’ll just make him a Season Zero green. Because it looks like no one else’s font color.

Honestly, hopefully that won’t get too confusing if he and Mokuba are speaking at the same time but I have changed Mokuba’s font color once already and now I might have to change it again...

They’re already kidnapped, right? Like all of these people on this blimp have absolutely been kidnapped by Marik and are at this moment at his mercy? (mercy meaning “he just doesn’t feel like it right now”)

So yes, Noah kidnapped them, but at the same time he’s just borrowing hostages from Marik for a little while. He’s just babysitting some other person’s kidnapees from how I see it.

Also, his name is Noah and he lives on a very big ship. That’s uh...a little on the nose there with the naming conventions, Yugioh. As far as villains go, at least this kid doesn’t live underground and get tortured with back tatts. But, with the way this show is going, I would not be surprised if all the Kaibas got Agent 47 serial codes on the back of their heads.

*I love a good Star Trek tractor beam, don’t get me wrong, but never in my life did I think I’d see a sci fi tractor beam being used on a freakin party blimp*

Marik, PS, is still standing here on top of this blimp saying “this will be very interesting to just let another villain waltz in here on my territory while I just chill on the couch for a little while. I am tired.” which was...actually pretty true to Marik. This kid will let anyone else do his job for him if given the opportunity. Such a lazy villain. In a show where all the villains have been pretty lazy.

Now, Noah insists that everyone get the hell off this blimp, but Seto was like “Really, honestly, I just want to keep one secret today. Just any secret. Lets just have this conversation in private and everyone else, please don’t mind my family issues. No need to call the cops, it’s just a light kidnapping, no big deal. Family, amiright?”

So because they’re getting shot at, they stubbornly get off the blimp.

And then Marik wrote himself right out of this arc. At least according to my bro.

So, in honor of blimp, lets give that blimp a good send off. One last time, for blimp

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I will miss you, blimp.

So, down a hallway and in a room of so much bloom they run into...these guys?

I had to like really think for a while to remember who the hell these guys were, it feels like 10 years ago since that one-off MMO arc that I figured would never come back.

Apparently time doesn’t work the same, much like in Narnia, so the Big 5 are just straight up insane now. Got it. Really glad I get to try and keep track of the names of 5 new people, don’t hold me to it, I’ll absolutely forget the name of every one of these mini-bosses. Anyways, while they were strapped to Kaiba’s game for 2 months, they freakin died.

Yeah, what?

Wow Yugi killed 5 people and it’s not even Season Zero! Like this is a Yugi kill, right? Like Yugi did this entirely? Like that whole game would’ve been a lose if Kaiba wasn’t told exactly what to do by Yugi and Pharaoh? Nice.

And then they got...the digital version of Shadow Realmed.

Ah the digital space. We can go anywhere here. Any environment. Anywhere. lets see where they go.

Man this show and it’s obsession with island climates.

I say that, forgetting they’re all from Japan.

Apparently every season of Yugioh contractually has to have at least one reference to Tristan’s enigmatic ass. Thing is--assuming they’re all hooked up to sensors or whatever---is there just one that covers...farts? Like there’d have to be, right? Google, stop whatever weird self driving car glasses you’re making and get on that.

After Kaiba proves that you can’t actually touch anything in this universe, Tea immediately sees a great opportunity and just starts touching all the stuff that she can’t touch, too. So she goes over to the bushes and sees this looking back at her. From a bush.

This still doesn’t answer the question of why the hell there was a clone in the bush!

Anyway, apparently Kaiba has made hundreds of clones of himself so he could play cards since he had no friends growing up and that wasn’t even the weirdest Kaiba plot dump this episode. Kaiba and his Clone Wars just feels so tame now.

So they go over rules--it’s a lot of words all right. Whatever, we don’t go into duels here, but overall they have to choose a mascot whenever they play to act a King in chessboard. So if their mascot card dies, then they lose.

Honestly they could just kill everyone straight up but youknow, it’s Yugioh so we’re gonna throw some honor into this murder by making it card murder. It’s fine. Don’t think about it.

Ishizu just slept through everything, right? Like she looked outside, saw all this go down and was like “NOPE” and then went right back to bed? I mean...that is also sort of what she did for half of last season.

And no, Yugi never ever once mentioned that Bakura freakin died last night. Amazing.

#Yugioh #photo recap #yugioh recap #s3 ep0 #Yugi muto #joey wheeler #seto kaiba #tristan taylor #marik #for like 2 seconds #mokuba #tea gardner #serenity wheeler #duke devlin #Noah #wow the noah tag must be hella broad right?#seaquest

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she-who-the-river-could-not-hold · 6 years ago

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100 Questions!

Tagged by the wonderful @janes-mike, @caseyk112, and @el-and-hop! Thank you!!

1. What is your nickname? People call me Kat and Kath usually! The Kath originally was just an online nickname but then my boyfriend’s coworker called me it this weekend so it’s an official one now! I just let people decide if they want to use a nickname I always go by my full name otherwise

2. How old are you? 23! I turn 24 in less than a month though yikes

3. What is your birth month? July!

4. What is your zodiac sign? sun sign: cancer, moon sign: aries

5. What is your favorite color? black

6. What’s your lucky number? eh I don't really have one

7. Do you have any pets? sadly no, but my parents have a cat and a dog back home!

8. Where are you from? Idaho

9. How tall are you? 5' 6"

10. What shoe size are you? 9

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I don't even know it's a lot lol

12. Are you random? I am such a creature of habit it's actually absurd

13. Last person you texted? my parents!

14. Are you psychic in any way? the closest I've gotten was having a dream about my teeth rotting only to go to the dentist to find out I was having issues with my gums

15. Last TV show watched? idk if I watched TV this past week? probably Altered Carbon or the 100

16. Favorite movie? IMPOSSIBLE. Potential answers are Mad Max: Fury Road or Gone Girl

17. Favorite show from your childhood? Idk the name of it but there was a show hosted by Michelle Trachtenberg where she talked about haunted places? or one called "Endurance"

18. Do you want children? yes! probably no more than two though

19. Do you want a church wedding? ehhhhh not sure. Not really but also it seems stressful to get married outside. Maybe I'll say fuck it and elope at the Taco Bell Cantina in Vegas where you can get married.

20. What is your religion? theistic agnostic with interest in wicca (and witchcraft but I know that’s not considered a religion usually but more of a spirituality?)

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? not since being born!

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? closest I got was running a stop sign in college but I just got a warning

23. How is life? life is good right now!! really thankful

24. Baths or showers? showers but only because I live in an apartment. My bath tub is tiny af

25. What color socks are you wearing? I'm wearing those footie sock thingies for when you wear slides so like a tan color

26. Have you ever been famous? I guess getting voted to homecoming court in high school counts? pretty sure it was a fluke though I didn't like many people hahah

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? only for the money but so much else of it suckkkkss

28. What type of music do you like? everything pretty much? I suppose I don't listen to country music much but as a whole I listen to a wide variety

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? nope not really my thing

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I have four on my bed but usually use two

31. What position do you usually sleep in? on my side

32. How big is your house? my apartment is a pretty good size I think for being in the city, it’s a two bedroom/two bath condo

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? a protein bar or toast!

34. Have you ever left the country? yes!

35. Have you ever tried archery? I might have at church camp once but I don’t really remember if I was good at it, I’d love to do it at a renaissance fair sometime!

36. Do you like anyone? I do and luckily he likes me too! three years and strong

37. Favorite swear word? fuck, it works for so many things. ass clown. bastards.

38. When do you fall asleep? usually around 11-11:30, I’d love to make that earlier

39. Do you have any scars? a couple leftover from the chicken pox!

40. Sexual orientation? straight

41. Are you a good liar? depends on what I’m trying to lie about

42. What languages would you like to learn? I used to be able to speak German so I’d love to get back into that! And then Spanish since I think that’s important as a person in the United States and I hate how bad I am at it

43. Top 10 songs? REFUSING TO ANSWER THIS

44. Do you like your country? Hmmmmmmmmmm. Yes and no. Currently our worst aspects are hella on display and I hate a lot of it. But I also enjoy living here since it’s where I’ve grown up and I’m interested in helping improve it. But obviously thanks to current politics I’m pretty angry about the state of things.

45. Do you have friends from the web? Oh man I’ve made so many friends on Tumblr in the last year! so yes I do!

46. What is your personality type? creative, type A

47. Hogwarts House? Slytherin

48. Can you curl your tongue? yep! just the hot dog style though not the clover thing

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? Hermione Granger 100%

50. Left or right handed? right, though I can sorta write with my left hand since I tried to train myself how to do it in high school

51. Are you scared of spiders? oh my god yes

52. Favorite food? ahhhhh. Maybe BBQ (South Carolina style) or Tex-Mex

53. Favorite foreign food? Probably Italian followed by German

54. Are you a clean or messy person? v messy but I’m really really really trying to get better

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? go out at night and not be afraid. enjoy having pockets.

56. What color underwear? uhh blue? I think?

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? if it’s a normal morning, Usually an hour. I’ll start showering around 7:30ish and then I’m usually dressed and ready by 8:30-40ish.

58. Do you have much of an ego? In some regards yes, in some no. I’m extremely confident in my work and what I put out there, but when it comes to myself as a person I have zero ego hahaha. Very far from it.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I wait to bite until it’s nearly gone!

60. Do you talk to yourself? I mean internally yeah? but that’s just thinking right? so yes?

61. Do you sing to yourself? mmm not really. I’ll drunkenly sing but not a lot no

62. Are you a good singer? NOPE LOLOLOLOL

63. Biggest Fears? failure, not accomplishing my goals

64. Are you a gossip? I try not to be but I’m susceptible to it

65. Are you a grammar nazi? I used to be a lot worse but for the most part I’ve relaxed, unless it’s at work

66. Do you have long or short hair? I have medium length hair on the shorter end!

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? it took me ages to find a quiz that didn’t have a map with it but I was able to get 41/50 from memory in 4 minutes!

68. Favorite school subject? always was Art and English which has worked out pretty well!

69. Extrovert or Introvert? extrovert! to the fullest of the definition

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nope! probably won’t because that shit sounds terrifying to me

71. What makes you nervous? the idea of failing, disappointing people I love

72. Are you scared of the dark? kinda? a bit of the unknown aspect of it

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? yessssss

74. Are you ticklish? terribly so but I’ve found the older you get the less people try to tickle you THANK GOD I will fight anyone that touches me

75. Have you ever started a rumor? not to my knowledge

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? yes!

77. Have you ever drank underage? Yep! though only a year or so off from the legal age

78. Have you ever done drugs? nope! I don’t think briefly smoking a cigarette, cigar, and hookah thing once each really count. Smoking is even a dramatic way to described it. Puffed a couple times and passed it off because meh.

79. What do you fantasize about? having enough money to be able to live in the place I want and have it furnished like I want, be able to travel everywhere, pay back my parents for everything they’ve helped me with, spoil the shit out of people, being able to donate to as many charities and creators that I can

80. How many piercings do you have? none! closed up my earlobes in middle school

81. Can you roll your R’s? I’m so hilariously bad at this it’s impossible for me

82. How fast can you type? I think last time I tested myself I did 90 wpm and 76 if I was typing on my phone

83. How fast can you run? not fast at all but I’m working on it

84. What color is your hair? brown

85. What color are your eyes? brown

86. What are you allergic to? nothing! unless it’s bullshit

87. Do you keep a journal? Tumblr count? otherwise nope

88. Are you depressed about anything? If I think too long about how we’re not doing anything about this planet, the lack of interest in gun control from our legislators, or the deaths in the Middle East that are at the fault of the US (intentionally or by us ignoring those who need help) I feel really helpless and sad. But nah not really.

89. Do you like your age? 23 is... chill. I think I’ve got until 25 to panic.

90. What makes you angry? EVERYTHING. Incompetent coworkers who don’t respect my job or process. Republicans across the board and a shit ton of establishment Democrats. That our Earth is dying. How people in this city don’t hold doors open for anyone. Wars that we support or won’t get out of or turn our cheeks to (as a nation). My inability to actually take care of myself/my laziness.

91. Do you like your own name? Yeah it’s cool! I like it more now I think. I also like old-fashioned sounding names.

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? I can’t speak for my very younger self but not that I can remember

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I’d be fine with either! I’d have to scramble if I had only boys though I have infinitely more “girl” names that I like

94. What talents do you have? graphic design, art, writing, photography, badass houses in the sims (jk I’m okay at it), terrible puns

95. Sun or moon? MOON always

96. How did you get your name? it’s my late grandmother’s name!

97. Are you religious? Not massively, I grew up Lutheran and then went to a couple of different churches. Went through a hard atheist phase in middle school. Now I’m most comfortable identifying with the term agnostic theistic since long story short I’m not against the concept of a higher being, I believe things happen for a reason, I’ve always believed in energies, which can be connected to meditation and praying. I’m currently researching wicca and witchcraft though I’m probably far off from identifying with either of those. Oops that was long I have a lot of thoughts.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? I haven’t actually, though considered one in high school for a brief amount of time.

99. Color of your bedspread? white with black flowers and green petals!

100. Color of your room? white walls since I’m renting

Tagging: @thezoomermax, @dustinhendrsn, @jane-el-hopper, @littledancersun, @sweet-sugar-sunsets, and @the-most-beautiful-broom!

#get to know me #good god this took ages

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choonlo · 7 years ago

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Friendly Rivalry | h.rj & z.cl

pairing : zhong chenle | reader | huang renjun

genre : ¿?

summary : a cliché rivalry between two boys who like the same dense girl. one day they both ask her to meet up with them without the other knowing.

Renjun's ending

Chenle's ending

so renjun and chenle are actually from the same highschool and they hangout w/ each other a lot

they probably met when chenle commented on renjun's drawing of moomin in mandarin

renjun whipped his head around to see who just spoke his language

"wow omg you're also chinese¿¿"

*cue dolphin noise*

"yes okay we're best friends now."

so now i'll answer why they both taking up part time jobs @ a small cafe during summer

jk i don't have an answer

they probs just want to earn money to buy smth they rlly wanna buy

sO that day they started their job, u came into the cafe

you were a regular in that cafe so the new baristas actually piqued your interest

especially because they seemed like they were around ur age

when you greeted them they were just wow fwooshed away by you

i mean you weren't really the prettiest around (y'all pretty pls remember that) but something about u just made them get jelly legs

you tried to start a conversation bc u wanted to be friends w/ them but they'd just mumble words to each other in another language making u confused

u asked if they were from another country and there u found out that the two were from China and that renjun was just 1 yr older than u & u were the same age as chenle

anyway let's skip the getting to know each other phase

eventually y'all became close

still you didn't notice how awkward they were with you

but most of the time they'd pushing each other because you were paying too much attention to the other

and oMg

they'd try to be so smooth

"hey y/n, you're the sweet cream to my bitter coffee."

"y/n, you make me macchiato."

(i'm so sorry if these don't make sense i was too lazy to search)

and you'd snort at their attempts

and they'd blush every time because of embarrassment

or maybe because they found that snort cute

so ofc every other regular customer of the cafe noticed how the two baristas would act when u were there

a cliché

because everyone, and even the manager, knew about their crushes on u

except u

because ur ass dense asf

then one day u noticed how only Chenle was behind the counter

"where's renjun?"

"hyung got sick, so he's staying home for today."

then u got rlly worried

chenle ofc noticed how down u were when u found out abt sick renjun

deep down he was jealous as fuck

but then he thought of how you might actually have feelings for renjun

that thought had sadness just muching up his insides

he couldn't bear the feeling so when he gave u ur order he asked if u liked renjun, hoping that u didn't

u blushed ofc

"i-i'm not sure."

hell to the yeah u weren't sure cause u lowkey had feelings for the two of them because they cute as fuck

but u also shipped them so

so the day after that day, chenle was now the one absent

u asked renjun about chenle, once again, worried

renjun frowned when he remembered chenle's puffy eyes when they met up last night

"i don't know either, but he wanted to give you this."

he gave u a small purple envelope (because purple haired Chenle is life)

u looked at renjun w/ raised eyebrows

"Don't let Renjun hyung read this." it said on the back of the envelope

when you opened it, the glue was still intact so u knew renjun didn't read it

(bullet form stops here.)

Hello Y/N! You're probably wondering why I'm not here to serve you with my charming smile today. I'm not sick or anything, I just had to prepare for something. Don't worry so much over me HAHAHA.

I know that Renjun hyung is trustworthy enough, so I asked him to give this to you. But please, don't tell him anything about what you're reading right now. Since the paper is so small I'll just get straight to the point, please meet me later at 5PM at the park that's a couple of blocks away from the cafe, I have something to tell you.

"Ah," you uttered, nodding to yourself as you put the paper back into the envelope.

Renjun hummed, walking back to you when he finished serving a customer, "What was it about?"

Pursing your lips, you thought of the words you saw on the back of the envelope earlier. Was meeting with you a bad thing? Why'd Chenle want to keep it a secret, and from his closest friend too?

"It's a secret, Jun." chuckling, you stood up from the stool chair. You knew that Renjun was probably suspicious over the letter based on his eyes constantly darting from you to the envelope. Not wanting to have him question you any further, you wave your hand goodbye and started walking away.

"Wait!"

You turned, looking at the boy with raised eyebrows, "Yeah?"

Renjun gulped, letting his hand fall to the counter. It was as though time suddenly stopped for him, his mind stopping when he tried to decide the right words to use for the question he was about to ask; "C-Could you um. . like. . . Is it okay if you meet me here later at five or six? I need to talk to you about something."

Shit.

"O-Oh," you let out, eyes widening ever so slightly. Why were the two of them suddenly asking to meet you?? And at the same time, too? This was probably the hardest decision you'd ever have to make in your whole entire life—and you were only a teenager! You didn't want to turn Renjun down, but you also didn't want to say yes because of Chenle. A silent, nervous "Why?" left your lips as you stared up the ceiling, avoiding Renjun's gaze.

"Y/N?" he called, still waiting for your answer.

Chenle had put five, and Renjun had said five or six, so maybe you could just hurry things up with either of them to get to the other afterwards. They probably wouldn't care if you arrive late by a few minutes.

"I'll try," said your messed up self, "I'll try."

Renjun jumped, your unsure words making relief rush through him. His lips formed a big smile, a smile contagious enough that you couldn't help but smile back, calming down a tad bit.

What could go wrong?

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crazyfandomaddict · 7 years ago

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Meant To Be Part Three

Pairing: Jungkook and Reader

Summary: You are hanging out with the boys when you get a call from your ex. You get into a small fight with him and Jungkook isn't happy about it. (Part 3/8)

a/n: I was going to make fake texts for certain parts of this but I’m lazy and didn’t want to do extra work so hopefully everyone is okay with how I did it lol

Masterlist

I was just laying down to take a nap when I heard my text message ringtone. I sighed and rolled over to check my phone.

'Wanna hangout? We have the day off. Me, Yoongi hyung, and Kookie wanna go to the mall.' -Jimin

'I guess -.- I was just about to take a nap!' -Y/N

'Well get up! We're on our way!' -Jimin

I groaned and got out of bed. I put on jeans and a t-shirt. As soon as I was ready I heard the boys beep the horn to let me know they were here. I walked out to the car and sat in back with Jimin.

"You guys are lucky I love you. This is the only day I got out of work early all week. I'm exhausted." I glared at Jimin and he smirked.

"Good thing you have the day off tomorrow. You can sleep all day."

"No she can't! She promised Hobi hyung she would come to our dance practice tomorrow. He wants to show her the new dance." Jungkook looked back at us as he spoke. I gave him the finger and stuck my tongue out.

"Why'd you have to remind me? I could have just lied and said I forgot but now I have to get up in the morning."

"You shouldn't have made the promise if you didn't plan on keeping it." Yoongi shook his head.

"I wasn't this tired when I made the promise. He asked me last week. I didn't know I would be working overtime all week."

"Too bad. If you don't show up he's going to be upset and then we are going to have to deal with the mess you made."

"Calm down grumpy. I'm going to the dance practice. I love Hoseok oppa. I would never want to make him sad."

Yoongi pulled into the mall parking lot and we all got out of the car. The boys dragged me into a few different stores before they finally let me pick one. I picked out a couple different shirts and looked to the boys.

"Purple or blue?" They all groaned and Yoongi sighed.

"You're really going to make us choose?" Jimin asked.

"What if we pick wrong? Are you going to get all upset and yell at us?" Jungkook asked and I rolled my eyes.

"I was asking because I like both and can't decide. Just pick a shirt!"

"Blue looks nice on you." Jk blushed and I smiled.

"Blue it is."

I walked to the counter and payed for the shirt. The boys said they were hungry so we decided to go to the food court and get something to eat. I sat at a table with Jimin while Yoongi and Jungkook went to get our food.

"You guys never let me buy my own food." I pouted as the two boys put all of the food on the table.

"What kind of friends would we be if we did? We are gentlemen, that means we pay for what you eat." Jimin smiled and pushed my food towards me.

"Be happy we let you buy that shirt. Jungkookie looked like he was ready to snatch it out of your hand before you could get to the counter." Yoongi smirked at Jk.

"You guys are to good to me. I have a job. I can afford to buy myself whatever I need. You don't have to worry about it."

"We aren't worried. We just like taking care of you." Jimin said.

I smiled at Jimin and started to eat my food. My phone started to ring and I frowned when I looked at the caller ID. It was my ex. I looked at the boys and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Y/N why haven't you answered any of my text messages? I told you I was sorry."

"Just because you say you are sorry doesn't mean I forgive you. I told you I was tired of being treated like crap. You can't expect me to forgive you just because you regret being a jerk now. It's been three weeks." I sighed and shook my head.

"I know how long it's been. I've been trying to fix things since we broke up! I wanted to sit down and talk to you when you came to get your sweater but instead of coming over you sent one of your loser friends to pick it up."

"Don't talk about them like that. I told you I wasn't coming over. I'm done with the bullshit. You messed up, not me. I'm not going to come talk to you just so I can end up getting hurt again next time something pisses you off."

"Why do you have to be such a bitch all the time? Do you ever think that I was getting pissed because of you? Whenever I was upset you just stared off into space and ignored me! I had every right to get pissed at you!"

"I ignored you because you would say the same shit over and over again! You blamed me for every bad thing that happened to you! That isn't a good relationship to have! You had no reason to be mad at me!"

"This is why I cheated on you! I wanted to fix this but you are so god damn stubborn that you can't even see where you were wrong!"

"Wait...You cheated on me? Was it that girl at work? The one you swore was just another worker?" I looked down and closed my eyes. I had to force myself not to cry. I never wanted to get back with him but hearing that he cheated really stung.

"Shit baby. I didn't mean to say that."

"Don't call me baby. Answer the damn question." I could feel the boys staring at me but I couldn't make myself look up at them.

"Yeah...but she really didn't mean anything. It was after a fight and I was pissed off. I'm sorry."

"I have to go."

"No don't ha..."

I hung up the phone and shook my head. Jimin started to rub my back when I pushed my food away. Jungkook stood up and I looked up at him. He looked pissed.

"Kookie what are you doing?"

"I'm going to go punch that asshole in the face." He started to walk away but I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Jungkook stop. You don't have to do that." He looked down at me and shook his head.

“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

"He isn't worth your time Kookie. Him acting like that is why things ended between us. This only proves that we would have never worked out." I bit my lip as I felt a tear fall down my cheek. Jungkook's expression immediately soften and he pulled me to stand up and hug him. I layed my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm never going to let him hurt you again. If he ever bothers you again I'm going to show him what happens to people that mess with my princess." I smiled and kissed his cheek. He wiped away the tears that were left on my face.

"What would I do without you Bunny?"

"I don't know, die probably." He smirked and I pushed him away.

"You just had to ruin the moment. Couldn't let me enjoy soft Kookie for a little while longer huh?" We both laughed.

"Nope! Soft Kookie doesn't exist."

"What the hell was that then? You were totally being soft!" Yoongi said.

"I was being protective! There is a difference!"

"I hate you." Jimin and Yoongi spoke at the same time.

"You guys love me."

We finished eating and decided to go to the game store. Jk and I fought over what games we should buy. In the end we each picked one game and left the store. The boys brought me home after we finished shopping.

"You gonna be okay on your own? You can come stay at the dorms tonight. We all know you hate being alone after a long day."

"I'll be okay Chim Chim. I'm probably just going to put on a movie and fall asleep anyways."

"Do you want me to pick you up for dance practice tomorrow?" Yoongi asked.

"If I drive myself can I leave early to come home and nap?"

"Be ready for 10. I'll be here to get you."

"Why even give me the option if you've already made up your mind?"

"To see if you were dumb enough to think I wasn't going to just pick you up."Yoongi smirked and I glared at him.

"I am not dumb asshole."

"Keep telling yourself that kid."

"This is why you aren't my favorite oppa."

"How dare you! If I'm not your favorite than who is?"

"It's obviously Hoseok hyung! She's always extra nice to him!" Jimin said.

"I think it's Jin hyung. She loves when he makes her food. You know, food is the way to her heart." Jungkook smirked at Yoongi.

"I'm nice to Hoseok oppa because he is a literal ray of sunshine and everyone loves Jin oppa's cooking so those are invalid reasons."

"Does that mean it's Namjoon? How can that clumsy boy be your favorite?" Yoongi glared at me.

"I'm not telling you who my favorite is. You don't deserve to know."

"It doesn't matter who her favorite hyung is because she already told me that I'm her favorite out of everyone so haha." Jungkook smiled proudly and I rolled my eyes.

"I never specified if you were my favorite out of everyone. I just said you were my favorite. That could mean anything."

"Ooooo she said you aren't her favorite!" Jimin shouted and I giggled.

"That's not fair! I'm the one who you spend the most time with! I'm definitely your favorite! Stop denying it!"Kookie started to whine.

"If I told you who my favorite really was it would be an awkward night in the dorms so I'll keep it to myself for now." I smirked and the boys all frowned.

"Now I really want to know." Yoongi said.

"I don't want you guys to be mean to my bias so I have to keep it a secret."

"Your bias? You spend to much time talking to ARMY on twitter. Since when do you have a bias?"Jungkook looked back at me.

"I've always had a bias. I just never told any of you."

"You call me the mean one. Tell us who your bias is." Yoongi poked my cheek as he spoke.

"Nope. Goodnight boys!"

I smirked and went inside. I got ready for bed and layed down with a movie on. I opened up my group chat and laughed at the new messages.

'Y/N has a bias and she wouldn't tell us who it is!' -Jimin

'It's obviously Kookie.' -Tae

'She said he isn't her favorite." -Yoongi

'I never said that!' -Y/N

'It was implied.' -Yoongi

'Is it me? (:' -Hoseok

'She said she's only nice to you because you are a "literal ray of sunshine" so probably not.' -Jimin

'Hey! I thought she loved me! ):'-Hoseok

'I do love you sunshine!' -Y/N

'Then how am I not your favorite?' -Hoseok

'Just because I have a favorite doesn't mean I love any of you less. You all mean the world to me! One of you just stands out in the group.' -Y/N

'It must be me! I'm the most handsome one! Oppa taught you well! It's okay. You can admit it!' -Jin

'Calm down hyung, we all know she uses you for your cooking skills.'-Jungkook

'Hey! That isn't true! You are just mad I'm here favorite!' -Jin

"It's Jimin. Goodnight everyone! <3' -Y/N

'You can't just leave after saying that!' -Hoseok

'Why is it Jiminie? Why not me?' -Namjoon

'Because you broke her glass coffee table the last time you visited her house! I should be her favorite!' -Tae

'You always ignore her to play video games, there is no way she would pick you as her favorite.' - Namjoon

'I always knew I was her favorite. I'm always nice to her and I buy her ice cream whenever she runs out. (:' -Jimin

'Shut up. She probably only picked you because she thinks you have a nice butt.' -Jungkook

'My butt is pretty nice huh?' - Jimin

'Go to bed losers.' - Y/N

I reread our messages and laughed to myself. They may be crazy but I definitely love my boys.

#bts imagines #bts #bts jungkook #bts kookie #jungkook #jungkook x reader

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You’re Gonna Live Forever In Me (Part 5/6)

Prequel to Richie’s Eulogy

Official Cast

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: Oh and just a reminder, in my fic Richie is hispanic, his full name is Ricardo Alonzo Tozier, and he speaks fluent spanish. Why? Because it’s MY fic, fuck off! jk I love you.

Pairings: Reddie

Warnings: Mostly fluff, but with plenty of angst and mentions of abuse, death, homophobia, suicide, drug use and suggestive themes.

Summary: It’s senior year and Eddie has began to notice Richie exhibiting strange behavior. He is worried he might be hiding something, but doesn’t know how to confront Richie about it without setting him off and making matters worse.

Father’s Day 1995

“Dude, I’m high as fuck!” Eddie Kaspbrak was never really much of a smoker, but Father’s Day was always rough for him and he needed some form of escape, which Richie was more than happy to accommodate. He and Richie lied on their backs in opposite directions with their heads meeting at the center of Eddie’s bedroom floor, similar to the soon-to-be infamous upside down kiss shared by Mary Jane and Spiderman in the yet-to-be-released first film. [KINDA LIKE THIS] Sinuous streams of smoke swirled deviously through the air, marbleizing the space above them. They studied the ceiling unsure how they had ended up in that position, having been sitting cross-legged facing one another when they had begun to smoke, but they didn’t really much care at that moment.

Had it been a typical year, Bev would have been right there with them getting smoked out, but (un)fortunately this year Ben had invited her over to his house for a celebratory dinner with his parents. This left the two boys on their own, not that they had any problem with that. Neither of them ever had anything to do on Father’s Day, since Eddie’s father had passed away twelve years ago, and Richie really had nothing to celebrate his dad for.

Besides every father’s day since freshman year, Eddie had only been high a handful of times, every single one with Richie. He hadn’t really made a hard stance on how he felt about it. He never could get used to the burning sensation he felt when he smoked and he feared that, one day, it all would catch up to him in the form of lung cancer. Yet he continued to do it, because he liked the way time seemed to ripple and fold in on itself- moments and memories bleeding into each other like a kaleidoscope- and he loved how his senses felt heightened and numbed simultaneously. Every single one of his nerve endings tingled, making everything feel as if it was vibrating against his skin. Most of all, he adored how uninhibited and unburdened he felt for those few hours. It was a taste of how he had always longed to feel, but could never achieve without assistance from some kind of substance, and he savored it blissfully.

“Me, too. That guy said this was some good shit, but I thought he was just blowing smoke up my ass (no pun intended) to justify the higher price. He wasn’t kidding, though. This is some GOOD weed,” Richie said with a dopey grin, his eyes never deviating from the celling above him. He laced his fingers together atop his stomach with his legs extended, one crossed over the other. One of his favorite mixed tapes played in the background on Eddie’s humble but functional cassette player. “I am glad it’s just us two, today. Like, don’t get me wrong, I love Bev and she’s always a good time, but I really like when it’s just us two. Like you’re really cool and adorable and hot and you make me feel relaxed. Oh my god, I think that’s why I made you my boyfriend.”

“Okay, you are REALLY high.” Eddie giggled at his boyfriend’s ramblings.

“Oh yeah . . . I’m up there.” Richie said nodding with a smirk as he turned his head to face Eddie. “I really mean it, though. Father’s Day sucks ass, but I kinda look forward to it every year cause it’s just you and me . . . and Bev . . . sometimes.”

“Isn’t it ironic that the two guys with the most daddy issues in the Loser’s Club ended up together?” Eddie gasped dramatically and then paused with an exaggerated expression of feign realization. “Oh my god! Is it ironic, or is it WHY we’re together? Dun! Dun! Dun!” Eddie cackled, finding his own joke hilarious, and Richie, instead, laughed at Eddie’s ridiculous behavior.

“You’re dumb,” Richie said turning back to face the celling and became entranced by the celling fan and the fuzzy shapes it created as it whirled above them.

“Whatever, you just feel threatened be cause I’m funnier than you when I’m high.” Richie could practically hear the smirk on Eddie’s face as he teased him.

“Oh, you coming for me, Eds?” Richie challenged “You think you can dethrone me as the funniest member of the Loser’s Club?”

“I know I can, but I don’t wanna hurt your feelings, Ricardo.” Eddie said condescendingly as he turned and placed a sloppy kiss onto Richie’s stubble riddled cheek. Surprised by the sudden pricks against his delicate skin, he then pulled away with a grimace. “Ow! Babe, you need to shave!”

Richie scoffed, then turned and nuzzled his nose against Eddie’s smooth plump cheek, igniting a blush that spread across the bridge of his nose and then onto his other cheek. “Awe, You’re just jealous, mijo. (baby boy)”

The smile that had spread on Eddie’s lips as a result of Richie’s affection evaporated from his face and was replaced with a questioning leer and an arched brow. “Jealous of what, exactly?”

“That you can’t grow any facial hair, yet.” Richie confronted Eddie’s intense glare with a teasing smirk, which irritated Eddie even more.

“Yes I can!” Eddie exclaimed with a sneer, but the tone of his voice betrayed him, dripping with insecurity. “I’m just not lazy and shave everyday, unlike you.”

“Eddie Spaghetti, I know for a FACT that you don’t shave because you never have any razors in your bathroom. I always have to bring my own from home when I spend the night,” Richie said matter-of-factly. Eddie shot his gaze back up to the celling, embarrassed. A smirk tugged on Richie’s full lips, knowing he had Eddie against the ropes, before delivering the finishing blow. “I can even see peach fuzz still on your cheeks! If you DID shave, you wouldn’t have any. Your face would be completely smooth.”

“Beep, Beep! . . .You’re an asshole.” Eddie voice was low and faint, but the hurt it contained was loud and evident. Richie realized he had gone too far and immediately guilt began to pool in his stomach.

“I’m sorry, bebe! (Baby) I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. It-it’s not even a bad thing! I think its adorable that your don’t have any facial hair, really! It means your face feels soft when I kiss it like this!” Richie sat up and took Eddie’s face, which was upside down to him, in his hands and began to pepper what felt like hundreds of kisses all over it, in rapid succession. Eddie giggled, no longer upset, then used his own hands to grab onto Richie’s face and pulled him in for an upside down kiss that started off gentle but quickly evolved with passion. Richie pulled away smiling contently and lied back down where he once was, his limbs sprawled out dramatically, exhaling blissfully upon impact. “Wow!”

Richie and Eddie had always bickered like this; it was one of the hallmarks of their relationship, present since it’s conception. People often wondered, because of their explosive dynamic, how they could possible be a couple, but what they mistakenly overlooked was the love, respect and loyalty that tethered the two to each other. They were complementary, but unlike yellows and violets, they didn’t muddle when they collided, but rather created a new color all their own.

“Richie?” Eddie reached up with is right hand and began play with Richie’s thick dark curls, occasionally gently scratching his scalp with his immaculately manicured nails. The feeling felt so soothingly pleasurable that Richie almost wanted to purr, but quickly decided against it, realizing it would be kinda weird. “What’s up, Eds?”

“Who-um,” Eddie hesitated. “Who taught you how to shave?”

“Oh!” Richie knew what Eddie really wanted to know was if his father had taught him how to shave. He understood where the curiosity came from, since Richie’s father was a total dick and teaching him would be totally out of character. “Well- um- It was Stan the Man.”

“Stan!?” Eddie exclaimed; his face riddled with a shocked grimace.

Richie chuckled softly under his breath at Eddie’s reaction. “Yup! Yup!”

“How the fuck did that happen?” Eddie interrogated expectantly after pausing for Richie to elaborate, only for the taller boy to sit there looking back at him blankly.

“Okay! So- funny story- one morning, after I had spent the night, we were getting ready and he caught a glimpse of me shaving. Apparently I must have been doing a really shitty job, because he decided to stop me and then took it upon himself to give me some ‘pointers.’ Well, as you would expect from Staniel, those pointers turned into a forty-five minute lesson in the Art of Shaving, as he called it.” Richie made air quotes as he chortled at the memory. “Honestly, I lucked out cause before Stancine taught me the proper way to shave I kinda had to figure it out on my own and I was always nicking the fuck out of my face.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed with skepticism. “I don’t mean to be rude, but-“

“I’m sure you’ll power through,” Richie interrupted sarcastically.

Eddie rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Shut up asshole! Seriously, though, who made Stan such an expert on the art of shaving?” He said the last the works in mockingly low tone.

“Okay, settle down Diane Sawyer,” Richie said teasingly. “I guess his dad had taught him a long time ago, but you know how meticulous Stan is. He took it to this whole new level with his own special technique and this long ass skin care routine. It was nuts.”

“Hm, well that’s cool.” Eddie hummed wistfully. “I’ve always been afraid to do it. I mean I don’t have to yet, but I am afraid that whenever I do, I am going to cut myself and get some kind of infection on my face. I know it’s a stupid irrational fear, but still it’s a sharp blade against your face. Just the idea of it frightens the shit out of me!”

“Well, I can teach you- if you want me to. O-or you can ask Stan! I’m sure you’d probably prefer him teaching you, since he’s, like, better at explaining things and-yeah,” Richie offered apprehensively, marred with self-doubt.

“No! I-I would like that! You teach-you teaching me, I mean. I would prefer it if YOU taught me.” Eddie said with a little too much enthusiasm, stumbling through his words. “Sorry, let me start again . . . I would be honored if you, Richie Tozier, taught me how to shave.”

“Dude, I would be honored to teach you! We can even practice on OTHER parts while we wait for your facial hai-“ Eddie’s hand clasped onto Richie’s mouth, preventing him from spewing out whatever disgusting perversion he was about to say. “Well, great Trashmouth. You ruined another moment by being a total perv. Cochino! (Nasty)”

Richie pulled Eddie’s hand down, just enough for him to be able to speak. He smiled mischievously. “You LOVE me!”

“For reasons known but to God.” Eddie admitted begrudgingly. He looked into Richie’s rich molasses eyes and felt himself lost within them. They were dark but still managed to sparkle with life and warmth. Eddie loved when Richie didn’t wear his magnifying lenses; it was like seeing a whole new side of him. When he wore his glasses, Richie was adorable and charming in a juvenile way, but when he stripped himself of them he seemed mysterious and dapper, yet enchanting just the same. Richie had a lot of unconventionally beautiful features, but his eyes were Eddie’s absolute favorite. He smiled amorously. “I love you, Trashmouth.”

“I love you too, Eddie Spaghetti! Since the first day I met you, until death do us part and even after that! Forever and for always.” Richie lips caressed Eddie’s again and Eddie smiled at the sensation. Richie shamelessly flirted with Eddie all the time, but rarely was he so . . . romantic. He professed his love for him frequently, but when he spoke with such daring sincerity (in a way that he reserved for just Eddie and only in intimate moments like this), it made Eddie’s heart swell and his chest burn with love, so much so he feared he might combust at any second.

Whenever Eddie was enraptured in moments like these, it was hard for him to believe the two of them hadn’t always been like this- been together, but at one time that was the case. Their love for one other had always been effortless but that was exactly the problem. All their lives, they had been force fed this ideal archetype of what a family should be and anything that deviated from it was shameful, if not an abomination. They were two people (or, more accurately, two children) that loved each other without intending or wanting to, but did so fiercely. It was confusing and daunting, but no matter how much they tried, it could not be denied.

“When did you know?” Eddie asked with reluctant curiosity.

“When did I know what? That I loved you? I just told you, since the day I met you.” Richie responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, not- I don’t know how to phrase it. Like, when did you KNOW, not when did you first feel it? Do-do you get what I mean?” Eddie stammered. He began to get frustrated with his inability to articulate what he was thinking. In his head it made perfect sense, but it just wasn’t translating how he hoped. Maybe it was cause he was so high.

“Nuh-uh.” Richie shook his head as he looked at Eddie blankly.

“I guess-Okay, so- let me try again! When did admit it to YOURSELF for the first time? THAT- the way you felt that way about boys- or about me.” Eddie eyebrows furrowed with uncertainty as he asked Richie what felt like a very personal question. He wasn’t sure why, though.

“Oh!” Richie exclaimed, dragging out the “o.” His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up, almost meeting his hairline, finally grasping what Eddie had been trying to ask. His eyes darted around the room as he gathered his thoughts and contemplated how to best approach the question. “I dunno. Always, I guess.”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did, Eds!” he assured, “I always knew you were the one!”

Eddie paused with narrow eyes and pursed lips, disbelieving of Richie’s response. “Then why did it take you SO LONG to ask me out!? Why did it take you until the end of junior year to finally kiss me?”

“Why are you asking? W-Whe-Where is this coming from?” Richie questions came across like a counter, but Eddie could tell Richie didn’t mean any of it in an offensive way.

“Well, you and I have never talked about it. Like, we just got together, and never talked about our sexuality, other than the superficial stuff. I mean, you told me you’ve loved me for a long time and that you identified as Bisexual, but you’ve never told me HOW you realized it or how you came to terms with it. Like, was it hard for you? Were you afraid? I dunno- I-I guess I am just curious, but it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. It’s not like it’s that big of a deal.”

“Honestly Ed’s I thought we were already together. I just thought you were taking it slow and I didn’t want to push you. I assumed you didn’t want to kiss me cause of your hypochondria, or whatever, but then I got impatient and went for it. ” This was a half-truth.

“Oh my god! Nevermind, if you’re not gonna answer honestly then forget it. We can just talk about something else!” Eddie complained.

“Eds, honestly! You can’t tell me that after the summer of 89 you and I were ever JUST FRIENDS!” Richie exclaimed, exasperated. “Friends don’t act like we did! We crossed a lot of lines . . . especially at night! All that cuddling!? Come on!”

“I’m not arguing that we didn’t have a . . . weird friendship, but I don’t believe that you really thought we were together.” Eddie contended. “If that was the case, then why did you go out with Heather freshman year or Amber during sophomore year!?”

Richie rolled his eyes at the mention of his past relationships; he had always considered them too brief to hold any insignificance. “Those relationships weren’t even serious. We barely even kissed!”

“That’s not the fucking point! You asked THEM out, which means you couldn’t have thought we were together, UNLESS you were okay with cheating on me! To some extent you must have felt a little ashamed, if you felt the need to try and date girls when you were allegedly already into me!”

“I was not ashamed, Edward!” Richie exclaimed embittered. His contemplative eyes flickered away from Eddie and then back to him intently. “My dad wouldn’t get off my case about not having a girlfriend . . . not since he caught me being too “friendly” with you.”

Eddie frowned in startled confusion as he sat up to face Richie properly. Once the older boy saw this, he too sat himself gloomily across from his boyfriend. “What do you mean? You never told me that! . . . W-when was that?”

“ 8th grade.” Richie answered, sullenly.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Eddie ruminated, with furrowed brows, on one-sided memories that had long befuddled him. “Is that why you were so awkward around me for, like, half of 8th grade? I-I remember you started coming over more at night, but wouldn’t be caught DEAD here during the day. I had always just assumed it had something to do with my mom or something she had said.”

Richie’s face turned pained and stern with eyes that darted around the room pensively, but also avoiding of Eddie’s. “My dad never- NEVER comes home early, right? I mean, i-it’s a fucking miracle if he even comes home more than two nights in a row, you know? But, one day he did JUST THAT!” Richie chuckled dryly. Eddie sensed this was much harder to talk about than he led on. “I guess on his way home he had driven passed your house, which could only means he was coming from one of his mistresses’ houses, cause it’s not even on his route home from work. Well, as luck would fucking have it, he drove by right when I was giving you a kiss on the forehead, after walking you home. He just, um, he-he just lost it.”

A thick coat of guilt layered itself over Eddie’s chocolate eyes, threatening to spill down his reddened cheeks. “Richie, I’m sorry- “

“No-no-no-no! Don’t do that! It’s NOT your fault!” Richie interrupted, leaning in purposefully, tenderly cupping Eddie’s cheek. Their gazes intermingled with heartfelt intensity. “He’s an asshole and it has NOTHING to do with you, so don’t you dare feel guilty. That is exactly what he would want, and I refuse to let that prick win.”

Richie instinctively hid behind his characters and voices during moments of extreme emotional duress, like this one, but with Eddie those tactics were not an option. Eddie was Richie’s best friend first and foremost and through the years he had developed a deeper understanding of him, easily seeing right through his defense mechanisms. This forced Richie to be himself- his REAL self, much to his chagrin. Those formative teenage years are usually when people try to find themselves, but all Richie wanted was to be someone else- anyone else. His voices were those of characters he imagined were stronger than him, unaffected by fear or heartache, and he preferred to hide behind them, forever if he could.

That was the thing about Eddie, though. He wasn’t in love with the invincible characters, but rather the sensitive boy that created them. Sure, he found them amusing, but he knew they were just fabricated illusions intended to camouflage Richie’s true feelings. He wanted Richie for who he really was, not an “easier” version of him. Where other could only handle Richie in small dosages, Eddie was willing to overdose. He loved and revered his boyfriend profoundly and sincerely believed he could change the world with his hands tied behind his back, if only he could stay out of his own way.

“Look, if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t want to love you, but I DID! I tried not to love you, but it had nothing to do with shame. It wasn’t that I thought it was wrong. I-I jus-“ Richie’s voice began to quiver and break with emotion, as tears began to stream down his face. “I just did want to give my dad anoth- another reason to hate me. How fucked up is that?”

“That is not fucked up, Richie! You do-“

Undeterred by Eddie attempted to comfort him, Richie continued on with his self-deprecating rant. “Not only is it fucked up, but it’s also pathetic. How could I admit that? That is something you feel unwillingly, but should never admit to yourself and you CERTAINLY don’t say it aloud- to anyone! That’s so fucking pathetic! I’m . . . pathetic.”

“Don’t say that!” Eddie interjected. He hated beyond expression whenever Richie spoke so vehemently about himself.

“After everything they’ve done . . . after every tear and every bruise . . . I still- I- I still want them to love me.” Richie confessed resentfully between sobs. His despairing eyes finally met with Eddie’s empathetic ones after shamefully evading them up to this point. “I- I want them to love me, Eds. What’s wrong with me?”

With overflowing tears of his own, Eddie urgently took Richie in his arms as tightly as he could. Overwhelmed by Eddie’s act of compassion, Richie wrapped his own arms around his boyfriend, grasping onto the back his shirt for comfort. The smaller boy consolingly caressed Richie’s head as he buried his face into the crook of his neck with heaving sobs. “There is NOTHING wrong with you, Richie! You deserve to be loved!” he assured, passionately. “You are not pathetic! You are the most beautiful, intelligent, loyal, amazing human being I have ever met. I love you and I refuse to let you say that! They might not have the capability to love you, but I do! And I will love you twice as hard for every person that doesn’t! Okay?”

“Okay.” Richie answered, weakly.

“Look at me!” Eddie pulled away and ardently glared into Richie’s eyes. He asked again, this time more pleadingly. “OKAY!?”

Richie eyes flickered around Eddie’s features with a melancholic smile; he wondered how he got so blessed with such an altruistic boyfriend. “Okay, Eddie Spaghetti.” He answered with more certainty and sincerity.

“Good!” Eddie nodded with a teary eyed smile before leaning in to place a chaste kiss onto Richie’s plump lips; the older boy melted contently into the kiss. Fatigued by the arduous conversation, Richie moved to lay his head on Eddie’s lap, which the other welcomed eagerly.

“I’m sorry I ruined our day together with my depressing bullshit,” Richie apologized, sheepishly.

Eddie gifted Richie with a soft, understanding look. “Richie, you didn’t ruin anything,” he assured, raking his fingers through Richie’s thick waves. “You have nothing to apologize for! You can talk to me about anything and I will always be here for you. Don’t feel ashamed.”

“Okay Spagheddie.” Richie smiled gratefully up at Eddie as he took his free hand and pressed an earnest kiss onto it. “Okay-okay! Let’s talk about something else. Something lighter.”

“Like what?”

“Literally ANYTHING else, Eds.” He insisted with raised brows.

Eddie took in a long dragged out inhale before exhaling dramatically. “Hmmm, well, there is this thing I’ve always wanted to ask you, but haven’t cause I thought you might think it’s weird,” he said, voice soaked in reluctance.

“What is it?” Richie asked with a mistrusting tone and furrowed brows. “Does it have something to do with your secret kink?”

“Ew, no dumbass!” Eddie smacked Richie’s forehead as to chastise him, but still chuckled at Richie’s perverse humor. Laughing, Richie looked up at him with a scrunched nose and furrowed brows as he rubbed soothingly on his forehead, indicating that it actually did hurt a little. “If I ask you, do you promise to answer honestly?”

“Of course, Ike Turner!” he teased.

“Pinky promise?” Eddie asked holding out his tiny pinky finger for his boyfriend, a wry smile adorning his lips.

“Fucking hell, Eds . . . YES!” Richie rolled his eye and begrudgingly linked his pinky with Eddies. “I pinky promise, you dork.”

Eddie smiled wide with a crinkled nose, which Richie found adorable, before proceeding tentatively. “Okay! Um, so, I know you’re bi, but, like, do you have a- uh- I dunno . . . a preference?”

Richie tiled his head slightly as he tried to decipher Eddie’s question. “Are you asking if I like one gender more than the other?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“Y-yeah,” Eddie answered, abashed.

Richie chortled. “Why would you be afraid to ask me that?” he asked, incredulously. “Well, I guess . . . um, honestly I like both almost equally, BUT if I had to choose I guess I like girls a little more.”

“Really!?” Eddie asked, flabbergasted. “Well we all have our flaws.” The tone of his voice was dismissive, but it was obviously intended to be taken as a joke.

“That’s not a fucking flaw!” Richie laughed. “But, it’s not like it matters cause I like you more than anyone other person in the world, besides your mom.”

Eddie cautiously contemplated whether or not to ask the question that hovered about in his head. He knew if he did, it would make him seem insecure, but it wasn’t like he didn’t actually struggle with insecurity. “Fuck it!” he thought. “Is that why you like that I don’t have facial hair?”

“Wha-“ Richie was taken aback by the question. “No!”

Eddie continued, despite Richie’s futile attempt to dispel his insecurities. He had come this far, might as well trudge on. “So, are you not going to find me attractive when I finish puberty? Are you not gonna want to kiss me when I have a stubble of my own? What about when I have a full beard?” Eddie had always felt insecure about his place in Richie’s heart. Richie was tall, dark, and handsome with charisma and charm to boost, and Eddie felt he paled in comparison. Eddie believed himself to be average (at best) in appearance and annoying in personality; he couldn’t understand what redeeming qualities Richie saw in him. He fearfully expected Richie would get fed up with him and his attitude someday; god knows he would have years ago.

“The hell . . .?” Richie wondered out loud. It was almost a whisper; and although it was both phrased and said as a question, it was clearly more of an exclamation indicative of bewildered exasperation. “Eddie, are you fucking serious!? I’m BISEXUAL, not bi-curious! I’m not dating you as some sort of-of experimental phase! I love you, Eds! I think you’d look hot with facial hair . . . if you had hair all over or-or even if you were bald! It makes no fucking difference to me. You could stay cute and petite, or get all buff like a dwarf Schwarzenegger and- I’m telling you- it would make absolutely no difference to me. Trust me, babe, you have nothing to worry about!”

“Oh. Okay . . . Good!” Eddie nodded, relieved and embarrassed. “Well, don’t get your hopes up, cause I’m not planning on getting buff anytime soon. I’m way too lazy to that shit. I mean track? Cool! Weights? Fuck that shit,” he joked, trying to distance them from the awkwardness that lingered in the air just seconds ago.

“That’s fine with me.” Richie insisted. “I like you just the way you are, Spaghetti Man! . . .even if you are extremely ticklish.”

“What does that have to do wi-“ Before Eddie got the chance to finish his question, Richie sat up from his lap and lunged towards him, fluttering his fingers up and down his clothed ribs. Surprised by the unexpected attack, Eddie cackled involuntarily and threw himself back onto the floor in an attempt so squirm away. Richie swiftly climbed atop the smaller boy and sat himself over his lower stomach, then proceeded to pin both of Eddie’s arms over his head. Both of Eddie’s slight wrists fit effortlessly within Richie’s giant claw, leaving his other hand free to continue gleefully torturing his boyfriend.

“Stop . . . it!” Eddie begged between fits of laughter.

“What’s wrong, Eds?” Richie asked mockingly, his fingers still tormenting Eddie’s sides. “Can’t handle a little tickling?”

“Stop! Stop . . . fucker!”

Richie laughed maniacally. “Nope, not until you admit you like your nicknames!” Eddie helplessly writhed and convulsed beneath him, trying fruitlessly to get away, but to no avail. “NEVER!”

“Then I guess I can’t stop!” Richie warned with faux remorse.

“Seriously . . . Richie . . . Please!” Eddie pleaded, panic beginning to set in. He desperately wanted to get away, but Richie was much stronger than his gauntly physique would lead one to believe.

“Nope! Sorry! Cant!” Richie chanted cheerfully.

“RICHIE . . . I CAN’T . . . BREATHE!” Eddie howled with tears running down the sides of his face, which was entirely fire engine red.

Richie chuckled skeptically. “Nice try, Eds.”

“I’M . . . SERIOUS!” Eddie began to wheeze and cough between laughs. ” . . . CAN’T . . . BREATHE! . . INHALER!”

Richie’s fingers abruptly ceased their onslaught at the sound of Eddie’s labored breaths and rough coughs. “Oh shit, you’re serious?”

“YES, YOU DUMBASS!”

“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry, babe!” Richie lifted himself off of his boyfriend and scrambled towards his backpack. He rummaged through the sack, searching for the spare inhaler he carried for Eddie. It had been years since Eddie had used it or even carried his own, but Richie still hauled it around in case of an emergency- like this one. Richie could hear Eddie continue to wheeze and cough on the floor, and he cursed his inability to move quicker. Unable to locate the aspirator, which was lost in the abyss that was his bag, he flipped the entire sack upside down and emptied its contents all over the bedroom floor. There, between his notebook and pencil case, was the teal green apparatus. He picked it up and hastily clambered over to his boyfriend and inserted the opening into his mouth. Eddie wrapped his lips around it and Richie pressed down, releasing the medication into his mouth, which then traveled into his struggling lungs. Immediately Eddie’s labored breath became stable, much to Richie’s relief.

As a precaution, Richie pressed down one more time before pulling the inhaler away. He remained close, incase he needed it once more and continued to monitor the smaller boy’s breathing. Eddie’s breaths were deep and could have easily been mistaken for consecutive sighs. “I honestly thought you were kidding!” Richie was beyond apologetic. “I thought your asthma was fake! What the hell was that?!”

Eddie remained silent as his eye retreated away from Richie’s. His face became blank and Richie, knowing Eddie so well, began to suspect it might have all been a ruse. Eddie knew he was on to him and if he tried to lie his way out of it, Richie would immediately figure it out. There was no point; lying would only make things worse. Fuck, he knew Richie was about to be super pissed at him. The jig was up, though. “Okay, fine! I was faking it.” He admitted warily.

“You dick!” Richie exclaimed, fury written across his freckle spotted face. “That’s not fucking funny, Eds! I was seriously scared!”

“Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? You wouldn’t fucking stop!” Eddie argued.

“NOT THAT!”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Eddie apologized, resigned. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Whatever,” Richie grumbled bitterly, as he sat himself against the side of Eddie’s bed, a bright red aura of fury radiating from him. Eddie was sure if he tried to touch him his finger would burn on contact.

“I’m sorry, Richie!” Eddie begged. This time his apologies came out more whiney and supplicating than before. “Please forgive me?”

“No, that was fucked up!” Richie asserted loudly, his face displaying a look of resolute indignation.

Eddie paused, realizing Richie was genuinely upset and passively asking for forgiveness would get him absolutely nowhere. When Richie got like this, Eddie knew there was only one way for him to quell his anger. He had to pull out the big guns. Smiling mischievously as he locked his now half-lidded eyes with Richie’s, he got on all fours and sensually ambled his way over to him, resembling a cheetah stalking it’s prey, ready to pounce at any second. The lanky boy gulped loudly as Eddie erotically climbed his way onto his boney lap, straddling him. Richie threw his head back, shutting his black orbs as Eddie weaved his fingers into his curls and began to trail soft kisses from his cheek down to his neck, slowly increasing in intensity. Eddie worked his way back up from his neck to his ear and began to nibble on it gently, inciting a sigh of contentment from his boyfriend. Eddie knew he had Richie right where he wanted him, so he leaned in and in a low seductive whisper pleaded once more. “Will you forgive me? Please . . . Daddy?”

Richie’s cheeks emblazed with an intense flush and his breath hitched deep within his throat. Eddie always did this! Every time he wanted to get his way or wanted Richie to do something he knew he wouldn’t want to, he would use that triggering word and Richie would melt into a compliant idiot. Richie would leap head first into the mouth of a volcano if Eddie asked him to- like THAT. He pulled away with an annoyed sigh and gave him a look that clearly stated “Goddammit, Eddie! That is NOT fair!” before smiling dopily in enthusiastic defeat. “You’re lucky you’re so adorable, you little brat.”

Eddie chuckled loudly, wrapping his arms around Richie and taking him into a tight joyful embrace, and pressed a firm beholden kiss onto his temple. Leaning back and sitting on Richie’s upper thighs, Eddie looked into his eyes with his own bloodshot ones. “Dude, I am so stoned, it felt like you were tickling me for hours.”

“For real?” Richie asked, leaning back onto the palms of his hands.

“Yeah, it was intense.” Eddie replied with wide red eyes.

Richie chortled mockingly. “You sound like such a stoner.”

Eddie gasped, horrified. “Okay, I’ll stop.”

As Eddie straddled his lap, Richie reached for the cherub-faced boy’s hands. He wrapped his massive hands around Eddie’s smaller ones, engulfing them protectively, and began to play with them absentmindedly. He ghosted the tips of his fingers up and down Eddie’s palm, tickling him slightly. His gaze met Eddie’s at the sound of his faint giggle, biting his lip as he smiled at the smaller boy. Eddie’s hands looked elegant and dainty, but were actually quite dry and somewhat rough due to his constant washing and scrubbing. His palms were plump and spongy with translucent pale skin and often times were clammy due to his anxiety; but his was not one of those times.

Thinking Eddie had grown tired of it, he stopped playing with his hands and tried to let go, but Eddie immediately reached back for them and began to massage his hands from his knuckles all the way down to the tips of his boney fingers. Where Eddie’s digits were smooth and tapered longingly, Richie’s were blunt and knobby, with dirt underneath his fingernails. Eddie admired their stark differences in physicality. One would expect Richie’s hands to be rough because of their masculine appearance, but, while they were large with square palms and some callouses, his hands were surprisingly soft and smooth. Freckles spotted the pale skin on the back of his hands and Eddie ran the pads of his thumbs over them. Richie’s hands were strong and logical, and Eddie felt safe within them.

“Hey so you never told me how it was for you.” Richie commented, nonchalantly.

“What?” Eddie asked still admiring his hands.

“When you realized you were gay, or whatever! You never told me what it was like for you.” Eddie froze, but didn’t look up at Richie.

“Oh . . . Um . . . C-cause you didn’t wanna talk about it anymore.” He explained unconvincingly.

Richie chuckled at Eddie’s inability to conjure up a believable excuse. “I didn’t wanna talk about ME, anymore. I love hearing about YOU!” he insisted.

“You really wanna know? It’s kinda a depressing story,” Eddie warned apprehensively, his amber orbs were still avoiding of Richie’s. Anxiously, he set Richie’s hands back down, resting them atop of his thighs.

“Of course I do, amor (love)!”Richie maintained with less enthusiasm, but still very much sincerely. “Only if you want to, though. If it’s too hard you don’t have t-“

“N-n-no-no, it’s okay!” Eddie interjected. “It’s only fair. You showed me yours, now I show you mine.”

“Eddie, careful with those kinds of jokes!” Richie warned with narrowed eyes as he wiggled his brows suggestively. “Don’t start something you aren’t willing to finish.”

Finally confident enough to meet Richie’s gaze, Eddie leaned in dangerously close once again, near enough in proximity that he could whisper and still be fully heard by his boyfriend. “Who says I’m not willing to finish it?”

“Well then, lets get to it right HERE . . . on this floor . . .” Richie challenged lewdly. “I want YOUR body all over MY body!”

Eddie’s face contorted in shock. “No, it’s dirty!”

“I knew you wouldn’t want to.” Richie griped, shaking his head tauntingly. Eddie’s cheeks burned as they became crimson, both abashed and annoyed because of Richie’s barb. “You’re a fucking tease.”

“I don’t want to fucking do it on this filthy ass floor, DICK!” Eddie retorted, offended. “Later, when we go to your house . . . I promise.” Richie’s smile widened so much that his cheeks actually started to hurt. Eddie was so stubborn and plagued with pride that it made embarrassingly susceptible to reverse psychology, and Richie knew how to use this to his advantage.

“Okay, fine. Well, how about we kill some time until then by listening to you tell me about your childhood traumas.” Richie suggested jokingly.

“Beep beep, Richie.” Eddie’s voice turned soft, almost defeated.

“Okay, sorry. Not funny.” Richie admitted, remorseful of his insensitivity. “Seriously, though. I am all ears.” Eddie, clearly unsure, paused hesitantly. He climbed off of Richie’s lap and sat himself against the bed, next to the taller boy. He stared off at nothing in particular, but clearly avoiding Richie, as he began to speak, while his hands began to fidget nervously.

“Well, you know how you said that you never felt ashamed or thought that being gay or bi was wrong? I-I feel that way, too- most of the time, but I didn’t always feel that way.” Eddie’s licked his lips nervously before releasing a ponderous sigh. “My mom always said horrible things about people like us and- I- dunno- I didn’t want to be gay.” Eddie scoffed dryly with watery eyes. “You know, I HATED going to church on Sundays, I always felt even more disgusted with myself whenever I was in there. I-I used to sit though the service and just pray in my head- I would ask God why-“ Eddie’s voice began to break, but his demeanor remained almost placid. “Why me? O-Out of all the people in the world, wh-why did I have to be gay? There are literally BILLIONS of people in the world, but-but-but I had to turn out this way. I used to ask, genuinely expecting an answer, but . . . I-I never got one. You would think I would take this as a sign that there was no God, but nope. Instead I believed that He didn’t want to answer me. I started to believe that because of my-my perversions I was unworthy of His response.”

Richie’s heart felt as if it had suffocated and withered dry behind his sternum. He had known Eddie struggled with his sexuality, but he had no idea to what magnitude. He felt unbearable guilt for not noticing how much pain his Eds had been in for years, so selfishly wrapped up in his own. “Do you still feel this way?”

“Sometimes.” He answered blandly. “I never question the way I feel about you, though. My love for you is the only thing in my life that feels . . . right. It’s just- sometimes when my ma says things- she gets to me. I get confused.”

“What does she say?” Richie asked with cautious concern.

Eddie paused pensively as his eyes darted around, his tongue poking out the slightest bit. “Richie, you know how I never talk about my dad?”

Richie hesitated. “Yeah?”

“I know that you guys all assume that I don’t remember him because I was so little when he died, and-and I liked it that way because then you guys would never ask me about him or force me to talk about him.” Eddie began to fidget more with his hands as he spoke. “I do remember him, though. I remember a lot, actually. I remember we used to play catch in the backyard.” Eddie smiled nostalgically, despite his tears. “I remember how he used to carry me on his shoulders on the fourth of July so I could see the fireworks. We even used to watch cartoons together every Saturday morning, while eating sugary cereals. Then when he started working more, we couldn’t play together as much, but he would tuck me into bed every night and we would talk about our day. He said that even though he wasn’t able to be there, he still wanted to know everything I had done or learned that day. It became my favorite part of every . . . single . . . day.” Eddie let out a melancholic chuckle. “I always wanted to try something new or do something fun so I would have a new interesting story for my dad at night. I used to look forward to it all day.”

“Eddie . . .” Richie felt an unbearable pressure within his chest as a flurry of intense, conflicting emotions accumulated in it with no form of release to alleviate their burden.

“After he got sick- after- a-a-after he . . . died . . .I started to get scared of the world and I-I didn’t want to try new things anymore. I began to think the whole world was-was dangerous and my ma only reinforced those fears. But-bu-but I still wanted to talk to him, though. So, every night I would lay in bed and l would talk to him until I fell asleep. I would- uh- tell him about my day, about all the new friends I made- about you. I would tell him- I- I-” Eddie’s small voice began to tremble and break as be stammered through his story. Richie’s heart felt like it was trying to violently claw it’s way out of his chest. “I- I-uh– I would tell him how much I loved him and . . . and how much I missed him. It was still my favorite part of the day, because I still felt like he was there, e-even if I could see him.” Eddie sniffled as tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks. His eyes seemed distant and full of unimaginable sorrow. “I did that every night until I was 12 . . . until that summer . . . until . . . the leper.”

“Why?” Richie asked apprehensively.

“What the leper said- It made me start t-to suspect I was . . . different. I didn’t understand how, or-or, you know what, maybe I did be-because I knew enough to be ashamed. I was SO afraid to talk to my dad after that. I-I was afraid he would find out about me-I was TERRIFIED to tell him about what I felt- how I felt about you.” Small sobs began to develop in Eddie’s voice, which he desperately tried to will away. Even though tears were streaming freely down his face and sobs were escaping his chest, Eddie seemed oddly calm and collected- emotional, but not hysterical. “I was afraid I would disappoint him. I-if God was disgusted with me, then how could my father not be? I began to hate the nighttime, as STUPID as that sounds! . . . I would to cry myself to sleep every night.”

Richie began to deduce Sonia’s role in Eddie’s story. “Is that what your mom- does she talk about your dad?”

Eddie hummed and nodded in agreement. “S-she says that my dad- my dad would’ve hated me, if he saw the person that I became. That he could-could’ve never loved a-a . . . a faggot.”

Richie lifted himself off the floor and kneeled himself in front of Eddie, who seemed completely unfazed, and cupped his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes. “You know that isn’t true right?”

“I just- I think about how much my mom loved me, before I came out. I wonder sometimes if she’s right- if he would- if he would have reacted like her. D-does he hate me, too?” Eddie’s eyes burrowed into Richie’s after evading them for most of the conversation, darting around as he tried to extract coherent words from the jumbled thoughts in his head. “I keep going over all the memories I have of us together, his face- his voice. I don’t want him to hate me, Richie!” he said in a hoarse whisper, tears continuing to fall without any sign of stopping.

“Eds, if your dad truly loved you, he could never hate you for being who you are- for something you can’t control. AND, from what you’ve told me, it seems he really loved you UNCONDITIONALLY! I’m sure wherever he is, he is happy that you’re happy. He must be so proud of you for facing every day with such bravery. All these people hate us for loving each other, and it would be so much easier to hide- to deny who you are, but you DON’T. You face the world and all it’s hate and hostility valiantly!” Richie said, as he leaned in, cradling Eddie’s face in his warm hands. “You are such an astounding person, Eds. You just can’t see it, but I can . . . and I’ll be here to remind you whenever you forget.”

Without hesitation, Richie leaned in and closed the gap between the two of them- soft plush lips colliding with dry chapped ones. The kiss was intense, as if Richie was attempting to draw out all of Eddie’s pain and suffering through his lips and adsorbing them into himself. It was passionate, but also with purpose, not just to coax but also to heal.

“I dunno how I could have made it this far without you, Richie Tozier.” Eddie whispered as he pulled away, but immediately leaned back in, pressing their forehead together. A faint, but sincere smile began to creep onto his lips. “I forget how secretly brilliant you are, sometimes.”

“Awe, shucks!” Richie mumbled as he scrunched his nose with a lopsided smile, as if to say “Stop! You’re embarrassing me!” He paused briefly. “Wait, but I used to come over all the time, and I never heard you crying.”

Tilting his head slightly, Eddie smiled and looked at Richie tenderly through his tear soaked lashes. “That’s because I didn’t cry when you came over. The nights we spent together were the only nights I slept. I, kinda . . . used to hope you would come over every night because you made them easier.”

Taken aback by Eddie’s confession, Richie looked away with raised brows, nodding to himself. “And that fucking whole time I though I was annoying you!”

“Oh no!” Eddie chuckled. “You were the only reason I even made it through my early teens!”

Richie’s eyebrows furrowed at Eddie, who immediately regretted what he had just said extemporarily. “What do you mean by that?” Eddie’s eyes retreated anxiously and Richie’s chased after them, but, due to Eddie’s determined evasiveness, never caught up.

“Sometimes I- I wasn’t always in the best headspace.” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He allowed it to drop back onto hip lap only to immediately begin fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “It was just a lot to deal with. I mean, we joke around about it now that we are on the other side of it all, but before I accepted who or what I was- whatever- I was really depressed. I felt a this-this hopeless despair and I didn’t know how to get out of it. I had all this shit going on inside my head and I thought I had no one I could talk to. I was afraid everyone would hate me- I was afraid YOU would hate me, so I had to handle it all on my own . . . I was just a kid . . . It was just too much, sometimes.”

“Do you still feel that way?” Richie asked attentively as he reached for Eddie’s hand, massaging his knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

Eddie deliberated for a moment. “Sometimes.”

“You’re not alone, though. You know that, right?”

“I know.” Eddie stated blandly, his eyes fondly admiring their intermingling hands.

Richie leaned it and proceeded to affectionately nudge at Eddie’s jaw with his nose, making way for himself to press soft kisses onto his neck. An amorous smile began to break through Eddie’s somber visage. “I am here for you, no matter what . . . and so are all the others.”

“I love you, Rich. I don’t know how you always manage to do it, but you are always saving me!” Eddie confessed as he tilted his head back, granting Richie more room for his lips to roam. His eyes fluttered shut as he continued, “I’m not certain when I fell for you, but you’ve always been the most important person to me. I know I don’t say it often, because we are always bickering, but you are everything to me.”

When they were children, Eddie immediately felt drawn to Richie, much to his perplexity. He was everything his mother had taught him to fear: dirty, defiant, foul-mouth, and reckless. Despite this, Eddie cared deeply for the raven-haired boy. Richie lived his childhood the way Eddie believed one should, carefree with skinned-knees and bruised elbows in all their filthy glory. He envied Richie, but was also happy that he got to experience the youth Eddie knew he never would.

Eddie fondly remembered little Richie, with his adorable buckteeth, wild mane, and massive frames that made his eyes look cartoonish in size. Richie had a smile that could light up the night and Eddie thought it was (ironically) the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen. Richie always managed to get dirtier than any of Eddie’s other friends, but when it came to him it didn’t matter (and with Eddie’s mysophobia, that spoke volumes). If anything, he felt it added to his charm. Eddie loved Richie with all of his little heart and, even then, knew he always would.

Richie grinned smugly as he continued to press soft kisses down the length of Eddie’s neck. “Mmh, Tell me more words!”

“Seriously!” Eddie pulled away to get a proper look at Richie for emphasis. “If anyone else- any other guy- would have kissed me that night, I would have ran away. And I CERTAINLY wouldn’t have come out of the closet, but because it was you- because I already trusted you and had loved you for so long . . . because it felt so right, I did it. Before you, I was fully ready and willing to live the rest my life in the closet.”

Richie’s cheeks illuminated with a rosy glow. “Really!? How could you admit to yourself that you were gay, but be willing to DIE in the closet?”

“I figured if I was going to lie to the rest of the world, I might as well be honest with myself.” Eddie confessed with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. ”I didn’t need act on those feelings, especially if no one else felt worth it. Whenever I thought about dating a guy, it just seemed wrong or only made me feel worse. Not with you, though. It was all worth it for you. I am willing to face all these homophobes, my mother, my fears, the fucking clown- for you.”

Richie couldn’t help but beam euphorically. Eddie had always felt Richie could light even the darkest night in December with that beautiful lopsided smile. “You’re worth it too, Spaghetti head! I would do anything for my little munchkin! Mi bebe henanito preciosos! (My precious little short baby!)”

“Okay seriously don’t call me that!” Eddie complained with an all too familiar roll of his eyes.

“Don’t call you what? I just called you a bunch of shit, baby.” Richie asked tauntingly with a cheeky smirk across is sharp features.

With a deadpan expression, Eddie responded flatly. “You pick.” Eddie began to list each of his complaints with the use of his fingers. “They’re all humiliating! 1. I’m not a baby, I’m a man! 2. I’m not a fucking munchkin and 3. I certainly don’t have a head made of spaghetti!”

“Don’t lie, you love my nicknames!” Richie retorted as he pinched Eddie’s bright pink cheeks.

“NOT THOSE!” Eddie yelled, swatting away his boyfriends hands.

“AHA!! SO YOU FUCKING ADMIT IT!” Richie cheered, earning an irritated sigh from Eddie. “Ugh, okay so some of them aren’t THAT bad. ‘Eds’ and ‘Eddie Spaghetti’ are kinda cute, but not ones where you’re making fun of me, asshole!”

Richie’s smug grin fell- replaced with a frown of sullen disappointment. “You- you think I’m making fun of you?” The dynamic of his voice disintegrated into a soft mumble.

“Yeah! You tease me for my height, for looking young, my fucking shorts, and a bunch of other shit!” Eddie asserted.

“Ssshhh . . . Shut your pretty, pretty, pretty little stupid mouth.” Richie cooed as he pressed the length of his finger against Eddie’s lips, silencing him on contact. Rolling his eyes, Eddie giggled underneath his digit. “Eds! I don’t do that cause I am making fun of you! I do it because I love you. All those things you hate about yourself, I genuinely adore. I like that you’re short and that I can easily wrap my arms around little body! I love your adorable baby face! AND I don’t think you’re just cute, I think you’re fucking hot ESPECIALLY in those little shorts! I love you, mijo! (baby boy)”

Richie really did love Eddie with all of his broken heart. On the surface, Eddie could seem like a snob, but Richie knew that Eddie was just a person who had been burn to many times to let his guard down. Eddie didn’t like most people, but Richie understood that he is just scared, not evil. Richie saw things in Eddie that most people chose to ignore or overlook because of his aloof demeanor. Richie believed Eddie was kind and nurturing with unwavering loyalty. He often wondered how such a tiny body could house such a giant heart.

Bravery was not something Eddie was known for, but Richie knew, when it mattered, he had it in spades. In fact Richie wished to be more like Eddie in that regard. Richie was fearless, but Eddie was brave. Richie wasn’t afraid of spiders, heights, bullies, or monsters; he was afraid of much more intangible things and whenever forced to confront them, he would cower and retreat. Eddie was the exact opposite. He had many fears that plagued him all throughout his life, but unlike Richie, Eddie never ran away. Eddie would face anything head on, no matter how frightening or menacing. Richie grew to believe fearlessness was the trait of a fool and only truly strong people could be brave.

Warmed by Richie’s heartfelt declaration, Eddie climbed back on to his lap and linked his arms behind his boyfriend’s head, leaning atop his shoulders. He leaned in and softly grazed his lips without actually kissing the taller boy, whose breath hitched in his tensed throat. “You really mean that?”

From such a close proximity, Richie could see every breathtaking detail of Eddie’s face, from his dark, impossibly long lashes to the constellations of freckles that danced across his smooth caramel skin. He felt his heart raced in his ears as he nodded like an idiot, struggling to articulate a response. “Of-of course I do! You a-are the most perfect bo- MAN in the entire world and I-I-I love you!”

“I love you too, Trashmouth.” Eddie whispered before finally closing the small gap that divided their lips. Richie snaked his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and pulled him flush against him; Eddie giggled but didn’t break away from the kiss. Richie murmured and smiled at the dulcet tones of Eddie’s little laugh. After a brief but very heated mini-makeout session, he pulled away with a sly grin. Eddie knew from plenty of experience Richie’s trashmouth was about to ruin the moment.

“Plus, I love how red you get when I piss you off. It’s such a fucking RUSH!”

“Ugh! Nevermind, I hate you.”

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annetteblog · 4 years ago

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Intro & My take on KM

Hi!

I’m new around here so it’s supposed to be (not so short) introduction, since I don’t know how to start a blog heh. I hope to sprinkle my 0.5 cents into the KM conversation and maybe to bring a new perspective from someone, who is not a part of the typical English-speaking West.

Who /the hell/ Am I?

(please, consider it to be said with NJ’s voice from Intro: Persona :D)

I was born in Siberia (it’s in the Asian part of Russia), currently live in the European part of the country while studying at a Uni (European in terms of geography, not in terms of everything else i’m definitely not shading rn lolllll). English is not my first language, I’ve just kind of learnt it to some extent. Due to this it takes me more time to write a post; and I may (and will) make some grammatical & other mistakes. Plus I’m lazy AND busy with Uni, so I won’t even promise to be consistent in posting smth lol. But I thought I need more practice in terms of writing in English, so here I am, actually scribbling something. This feels weird, because I’ve been around stan Tumblr since 2015, but never ever interacted, just read.

How I ended up around Jikook/Kookmin (and BTS) & My (long&messy) take on this matter

Although I had heard of BTS before, I became an Army only in October 2018. I had kinda avoided them, because you know... boybands.... sing songs about romantic love and how they love girls.......... (+I had been around Twitter when 1D been at their peak and I remember a quite toxic community of fans, whom always had scared me). Shortly, hello stereotypes. Obviously, after I got engaged I felt terribly sorry that I had been sleeping on them, but what is done cannot be undone.

Someone I knew back then reposted one of their MVs and I, during my sad hours of procrastination, decided to watch it. Then I saw their live performance with the same song. And I thought “wow these guys can sing and dance and the music is kinda cool, i need to check this out maybe??”

Then a funny thing happened. One of the next videos I watched (the same person had it added to their page) was a 2016 BangtanBomb where JM and JK practiced their Coming of Age dance.

Do you know this moment with Gina from the 1st episode of Brooklyn 9-9:

Well, that was precisely me after I watched it. I don’t even know how to explain this, it was kind of a gut feeling? Whatever you call it, I started to get suspicious and couldn’t even explain to myself why. /actually now a do have questions to this vid and the main one - why does everyone cringe that much? if it’s a girly choreo than they had done some “girly” moves before. why is there such strong reaction??/

I started to get deeper and went to some ru-shipper communities. Shipping culture among Russian speaking fans is... well, weird to some extent, but I maybe address this topic some time later. You need to consider that (as far as you probably know) Russia is quite homophonic country and sadly is not the greatest place for LGBTQ+ community at the moment. The non-frienly influential attitudes hanging in the society + the general shippers’ weirdness = the result is not that nice honestly.

I struggled for some time in order to find more mature people (not just in terms of age but in general sanity), failed, ended up with some EXTREMELY toxic ru-fans of TK, which was/is the most popular pairing here, spent among them like 15 minutes and ran away horrified. After that I didn’t even try to engage with shippers or believers or whatever of any pair and just decided to enjoy the music and the content (which is a great idea, highly recommend!)

After a couple of days I discovered that JK makes videos. I love video, films and visual art so I immediately found them on YT, saw the titles with names of different cities from all over the world and was like “Oh that must be so cool, he’s visited so many outstanding places I’ve never been to, so I really need to watch it! I shall enjoy some beautyyy”. Then I clicked on GCFt.

Well, what can I say. I did enjoy some beauty, but not the type I had initially anticipated. The biggest clickbait in my entire life. JK should be proud of himself.

/as I said - the beauty/

I had already known Troy back then and I known the song’s lyrics so it would not be an underestimation to say - the video just blew my mind. I was like - hold on is this real? seriously?? no really really????? he manage to get away with something THAT obvious?????? dude how

As a person who edited videos AND is not a native English speaker, I don’t buy the explanation “oh he mustve didnt get the lyrics lmao”. You just don’t do that. You don’t. DON’T. You google and translate every shit you don’t understand, every word and idiom you’ve never encountered, because otherwise the possibility of an epic failure is very likely. You wouldn’t want to give your mum a video as a birthday present and then discover that you used a song with WAP-ish lyrics, right? (well maybe that would be okay in your family, I don’t judge, but that’s not the case for people I know). So don’t you dare to degrade JK’s intellectual capacities; such assumption is really offensive. He is a smart boii, he knows exactly what he’s doing in terms of his art.

So I was shocked, but decided to look for the context - maybe I missed some previous events regarding this Tokyo thing (another great idea - always check the context). Well, apparently I didn’t, because the whole narrative with the trip for two, lovely selfies etc. made my poor brain lowkey explode. (I still don’t buy the rings theory thing though)

But I didn’t give up lol! I’m a bit stubborn and it’s very hard to convince me in anything, so I decided to search for more context, more of their interactions, moreeee. Remember, the late October 2018, there were no swan lakes, RB, and even MMA18 hadn’t happened yet.

This time I ended up watching content in more or less consistent way, and when I saw all of these scenes with affectionate JM and a cool badass i-don’t-care-about-anyone-i’m-a-manly-man-with-no-feelings-whatsoever JK, I just hysterically laughed.

Homophobic Russia, remember? I recognized this. Growing up here being LGBT myself, taught me the same type behaviour during my high school days. When a girl I kinda liked but didn’t what to admit it to myself was nice to me or (oh god) flirted with me, I did something similar. It’s like a huge panic mode. Being an introvert doesn’t help either. The funniest thing is that you may not entirely realise what exactly is going on in terms of your own feelings, especially at that age (16-18ish). In my personal case, I thought I liked her but as a friend, only later to realise that well not as a friend oops :DDD The second thing (already not so funny) is that you actually consciously or unconsciously try to avoid the subject as much as possible, as long as possible and pretend that nothing is going on. We’re just bros. Stop doing this stupid gayish thing and don’t look at me like that, you’re annoying. If you ever do this again I (gently) kick you. I’m straighter than a straight line in my math textbook. IDK, but probably that’s your brain is somehow trying to protect you. Again, in my case&position I knew that the consequences for any non-straight person being outed would be bad (TW not to the point of being killed bad, but to the point of being excluded from a big part of society). So for me it was a mixture of the internalized homophobia + lack of self reflection + just being a bit emotionally slow + very! straight community around. Shit happens, I was a teenager and made my share of mistakes, but that experience helps me to recognize the same pattern of behaviour up to this day.

So coming back to KM, because the post is already waaay too long and I just ramble. It’s been 2+ years for me being a part of this fandom, and what can I say... Things become more intense and eventful with every year passing by ;) Funny how I felt that vibe from the 2016 dance practice video. Seeing the Black Swan performance a week ago almost had me choked, no joking. They are amazing.

Pure Art

However, and I would like to emphasize that, I do not incline that KM are 100% romantically involved and/or gay or whatever. I tend to treat people with respect and not to make too much assumptions about their private life. That’s not my business. However, I’m also not a fan of heteronormativity, so I’m just sitting here and observe everything that’s going on putting some distance and not forgetting being generally polite and critical thinking. But if they are just straightest besties please give them an Oscar before Grammy

Anyways, I hope this blog won’t kick the bucket from the very start and I will post something every now and then. You can always ask me questions about some BTS/Jikook related stuff or something about Russia and a Russian view on mass culture topics, since I’m pretty sure some of you have very stereotypical view of what is going on here :) However, do note that I’ve never been to America or Europe, therefore I may not be aware of something verrrry obvious to you or just have a completely different experience.

P.S. And yeah, I’m used to say Jikook, since it’s the name which is used much more frequently in Russian. i like it better and what will u do haha

#jikook #kookmin #what am i even doing here #i'm gonna regret this #long post

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thegrandtortoise · 6 years ago

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The Exchange Students

Chapter: 4/?

Scorpius POV

Fic Summary: Hogwarts decides to create an Inter-House exchange program, and the fifth years of Slytherin House get two unexpected visitors: Enter Adhira Nazari- perceptive, nerdy, Hufflepuff, and Scorpius Malfoy- mysterious Gryffindor that’s caught the eye of Albus Potter. (Alright I’m giving up with this summary there’s like five important characters and I’m too lazy to describe them all. Basically it’s next-gen, there’s a lot of fluff and romance and lgbtq and I’ll try to make it funny okay thanks I hope you like it)

Chapter Summary: We get a little look inside Scorpius's (gay as hell) mind, and surprise surprise- a little flashback!

Word Count: 2280

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Spoilers, Panic Attacks

(I will add more as I add chapters so keep a lookout)

A/N: Right, so here it is! Scorpius's POV! This didn't go exactly how I imagined it would go, but I'm really happy with it. It's also kinda long, so yay! Trigger Warning: Panic attacks (nothing too major, but tbh I did get a little emotional while writing that part so I thought I would include this)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing you recognize, it all belongs to Queen JK Rowling.

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Chapter 4: Scorpius POV

I stare up at the green hangings above me, willing them to turn red. Or blue. Or even yellow, for Merlin’s sake. Wait, no, not Merlin. He was Slytherin too.

Godric, what have I gotten myself into?

When I signed up for the exchange program, I wasn’t betting on getting put into Slytherin. It was actually the last thing I wanted. I was betting on the chance that I was going to get into Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

I know what you’re thinking. But Scorpius, when you signed up you should have known that there was a chance to be in Slyther- yeah, I KNOW. I was an idiot, and now I’m paying for it.

Of all the Houses, Slytherin. It had to be Slytherin, with the dim, damp common room, with the weird serpents carved into the ceiling, with the expensive silver antiques everywhere- with Albus frickin’ Potter.

Albus frickin’ Potter, with his stupid messy black hair and his stupid ‘emerald’ eyes and his stupid glasses with the stupid frames that he looks stupidly cute in.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

And now the word has lost all meaning.

I groan loudly, and pull my blanket up over my head, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. The only saving grace in this place is that the sun isn’t directly in my eyes in the mornings. It’s really fun when you’re a first year Gryffindor that thinks he’s let his entire family down, and on top of that you’re half blind the next morning.

I have a lot of pent up emotions.

“Malfoy, mate, we’re going to be late for class. Better hustle,” Tanaka says from somewhere next me, and proceeds to pull my blanket off of me, leaving me cold, and also half-naked. Wow. More fun.

Shivering, I grab the nearest t-shirt (which was on the floor) and my stuff, and head for the bathroom, which is locked. Yawning, I knock on the door.

“You almost done in there?” I yell. There’s a weird scuffling sound, and then a voice.

“Yeah mate, I just…can’t seem to find my…shirt,” the voice says. It’s Albus.

More scuffling, and then the door clicks open. From the steam and the yellow light emerges a (rather pretty) shirtless Albus Potter. Still damp. And wearing his glasses.

Yikes.

He looks at me, and then at my torso.

“That’s my shirt,” he says, pointing. I glance down, horrified. Shit. I must’ve picked up the wrong shirt from the ground.

“Oh, um- I’m- I’m sorry,” I say quickly, and pull it off, handing it to him. My face is burning. It’s literally on fire. “I’ll just- go get another,” I ramble, heading back to my bed and leaning down to grab a shirt that is (I double-check) definitely mine.

Albus is still standing by the door, holding the crumpled shirt in his hand as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The image of him is burned into my retinas.

I think I might go for a cold shower today.

All the Slytherin fifth years have the same class Tuesday morning (Defense Against the Dark Arts), so us boys have joined ranks with the girls, and we’re all trooping up together from the breakfast hall. I think there’s a house elf down in the kitchens that favors the Slytherins, because the pancakes today were the best I’ve ever tasted.

Adhira Nazari, the Hufflepuff transfer, is at the front, squished in between Tina Chang and Lila Kim, who are busy interrogating her about something. Poor girl. She’s probably even more overwhelmed than I am.

Behind them are Matt Peterson and Albus who are chatting like the old friends that they are. Actually, it looks more like Matt is staring at something in front of him and Albus is talking at him. Speaking of Albus, I’m pretty sure that his robes have been modified or something because it should be criminal to look that good in a school uniform.

Directly in front of me are Kaito Tanaka, Sebastian Alvarez, and Rose Weasley. Weasley seems to be regretting her choice to walk with them, because Alverez is flirting with her shamelessly, and she keeps snapping at him with those classic, cold Slytherin remarks. It’s rather funny, actually, but good for her. As far as I know, Alvarez is the biggest player in the school, and most of the girls that fall for him end up heartbroken while Alvarez gets off scot free with his absurdly good looks. Not to mention that he’s the star chaser of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He has got a fair number of enemies, though, I’ll say that.

I’m strolling along behind all of them, feeling slightly awkward with Veronica Westbrook next to me, her nose buried in yet another book. I don’t think I’ve seen her even once without one at least three feet away. I try to get a look at what she’s reading, but her hand is obscuring the title.

“So…what are you reading?” I try. Veronica just holds up the book for me to see. Something called The Blood of Olympus.

“Sounds dark,” I say. “Is it any good?”

She shrugs.

“Not a big talker, then?” This time I get no acknowledgement whatsoever. I wonder if she’s even listening to me.

“You know, you’re about to walk right into a wall.” Nothing.

“Peeves is about to drop a Dungbomb on you.” Again, nothing. I wonder…

“I think Albus Potter is fit.” I may have just made the biggest mistake of my life. But still- no response. I check to make sure no one is listening, and then lean in closer to Veronica. “In fact, I fancy Albus Potter.”

Nothing. I lean back to where I was before. “That good, huh?”

Silence.

After a lot of climbing, we reach the Defense classroom, panting slightly. After all, it has been a while since we had to climb several flights of stairs. The classroom is already half full- we share this period with the Ravenclaws, and as usual, they are early. They’re comparing notes from other classes at the moment- the cheeky little smartasses. Professor Potter (yes, that Potter) is chatting with a couple of them, asking about their summers. When we walk in, Professor Potter looks up.

“And here’s the rest of the class, just on time! Let’s get started, shall we?” Professor Potter says, whipping out his holly and phoenix feather wand, exactly 11 and a ½ inches long.

Oh yeah. I’m a bit of a Harry Potter fanboy.

It drives my father crazy.

“Today,” Professor Potter starts, “we will be attempting the Patronus charm.”

A couple of gasps and also squeals of excitement from around the room.

“Can anyone tell me what the Patronus is used for? Except for Al and Rose,” Professor Potter says, shooting a pointed look at his son and niece. Obviously, they already know the charm. I’m pretty sure all the Potter-Weasleys have it down, considering that Harry Potter considers it one of the most important charms that anyone can know.

Instead, he picks an overeager Ravenclaw who answers the question like he’s memorized the entire textbook. Which he probably has.

“Very good,” Professor Potter praises. “Now, can everyone get their wands out, please? I want all the desks moved to the sides of the classroom. Quickly, please.”

The class stands up and we work together to slide the heavy wooden tables to the perimeter of the classroom. Professor Potter then directs us to stand in a big circle, and he positions himself in the middle.

“Excellent. Now- the Patronus charm is a difficult one, but I’m sure that you will all get it soon enough. Casting the charm requires a happy memory- your happiest, preferably. I’ll give you a minute to think of one.”

We stand in silence, and I search my mind. My happiest memory…

First year. First day. The Great Hall, the sky a swirling mass of drab, grey clouds. Sitting alone at the Gryffindor table, all the people I knew across a room that seems as big as a whole country. A bright red letter floating in front of me.

Clutching it in my hands as it grows hot, running as fast as I can out of the hall and through the main doors onto the grounds, only releasing the letter when it singes my fingertips. Sinking to my knees as the letter rises up and opens itself to unleash the worst words I’ll ever hear.

“How could this happen?” Squeezing my eyes together.

“I’m so ashamed.” Throat closing up.

“Why not Ravenclaw, or even Hufflepuff? Why Gryffindor?” Tears pricking the back of my eyes.

“We’re so disappointed in you, Scorpius.” Can’t see. “Shame on you.” Can’t think. “You dishonor us.” Can’t breathe.

Suffocation. Panic. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Everything at the same time, clogging up my mind, my thoughts, my throat, my body, not letting anything through, not letting anything out, swirling thoughts of pain and terror, visions of my family, pale faces and pointed noses and grey eyes, staring down at me, no love, no happiness, no care, just disappointment and shame and I can’t take it anymo-

“Malfoy?” Release. A breath, a wipe at my eyes. Turning around to see who is casting the shadow over me.

“Yes?” It’s Hagrid. I know because who else is a half-giant with the biggest beard I’ve ever seen?

“You alright there, lad?”

I stand tall, ignoring the burning paper behind me. I might be a Gryffindor, but I am still a Malfoy. I still have a reputation to uphold.

“I’m fine,” I say, not meeting his eyes, which are beetle black and glisten with kindness and concern. Exactly how Harry Potter describes them. If I look at them, I’ll melt. I know it.

“Why don’t you come in for a cuppa tea?”

I stare up at him. Tea? How…how could tea fix this?

“We’ll have a look at the pumpkins, and I’ll give you a little sneak peek at the Diricawls that I’ve been breeding. Rather fluffy and cute, if I say so myself.”

Pumpkins? And what on earth are Diricawls?

“Come on. Get your mind off your troubles for a bit. You don’t want to miss my famous fruitcake, do you?”

Well, fruitcake does sound good…

“Well…alright then. I suppose a cup of tea wouldn’t hurt.” I say. He grins, and claps a hand on my back, which nearly pitches me forward into the ground.

“There’s a good lad,” Hagrid says, and leads me to his hut, which while small, is rather cozy, and neatly kept.

He sits me down on a cushy chair, and pours me a cup of steaming black tea, with plenty of cream and sugar. It’s delicious. A plate of fruitcakes sits on the table, and he offers me some. I take one and quickly realize that these are not cakes that one can bite into. Quite nice to suck on, though.

He starts talking, and I just sit there quietly as he chatters on, sipping my tea.

“I saw you at the Sorting yesterday. Was a bit surprised that you got into Gryffindor, but I think you’ll do well. You’ve got that look in your eye. Same look that little Harry had when I saw him as an eleven-year old. Bit scared, nervous maybe. But you’re brave. I can tell, trust me. I’ve seen enough Gryffindors come and go to know one when I see one.”

“It isn’t all bad, y’know. You’ll make friends. It’s near impossible not to. You can try out for the Quidditch team, or you can always join the Gobstones club. They’re always looking for new members. Or go for Dumbledore’s Army. Harry- erm, excuse me, Professor Potter is the head of that one. Or do something else, y’know? Whatever you want, really.”

“I knew your father- hell, I knew your grandfather. I’m old, I am. Still here though. My back’s a bit crooked and my mind’s off with the fairies half the time, but I’m still here. If I can push through, so can you. I know you think you’ve been disowned, but you need to relax. Your family will get over it. Your father made nice with Professor Potter, didn’t he? He’ll accept you too. Jus’ give it a bit o’ time. They’ll come around, don’t worry.”

He spends nearly a half hour talking to me before I start responding, and I find that it’s ridiculously easy to talk to this kind, slightly scatterbrained old man. After I finish eating, he takes me outside to look at the pumpkins, and I comment on how large they are. He beams proudly. Then, he shows me the Diricawls, which turn out to be fluffy, flightless birds that disappear whenever I try to touch them.

“They’re just a bit jumpy,” Hagrid explains. “Don’t be like them, Scorpius. You ever get scared, don’t disappear like they do. Talk to someone. Talk to me, if you want. Push through it, and you’ll be fine.”

I chuckle as I think about that day. My happiest memory. I still adore Diricawls and Hagrid’s cakes to this day.

“Everyone have their memory?” Professor Potter asks, and I’m snapped back to the present. Everyone nods.

“Excellent. Now, for the incantation,” he says, and takes out his wand. “Expecto Patronum.”

I know what’s coming before it even appears; the famous stag, which prances around the room until Professor Potter releases the spell and it fades away, leaving us with a faint sense of happiness.

“Now, you try it.”

Taking a deep breath, I hold out my wand as everyone else is, and focus hard on my memory.

“Expecto Patronum.”

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