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[domjaehyun]

the boy is mine (l.dh) — part one

PAIRING. haechan x fem!reader (also jeno x reader) GENRES. smut, angst WORD COUNT. 19k CONTENTS. infidelity, alcohol & weed consumption (MC is a non-smoker if that matters to you), explicit smut (dirty talk, fingering, finger sucking, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), groping/frottage, marking, spit play, (brief) ear play, breast play, creampies/unprotected sex (if you explicitly need me, a stranger on the internet, to tell you not to fuck raw, you are not responsible enough to be reading this. move along now), snowballing, public sex, car sex, riding, bratty dom-leaning switch!haechan, bratty sub-leaning switch!reader, sweet dom!jeno, face riding, handjob, overstimulation (receiving), praise kink (receiving), light degradation kink (giving), mating press, morning sex) NOTES. welcome back to meeeeeeee!!! i hope you enjoy this fic because i worked very hard on it!! please leave feedback if you liked it :) i would also greatly appreciate tips if you really liked it :3 THANK YOU LIKE THE HUUUUUGEST THANK YOU TO BRI (@jalitepng) FOR BETA READING THIS BIG OL FIC :D PLAYLIST. the boy is mine - ariana grande // fantasize - ariana grande (unreleased) // lowkey (feat. erykah badu) - teyana taylor // agora hills - doja cat // pussy is mine - miguel // softest touch - khalid // cut - tori kelly // seatbelt - josh levi // often - doja cat // surrender - nbdy

how can it be you and me? might be meant to be, can’t unsee it but i don’t wanna cause no scene i’m usually so unproblematic, so independent, tell me why ‘cause the boy is mine.

You suppose your fate was sealed from the beginning. 

Even as you’re riding in the passenger seat of Yunjin’s car as she speeds down the freeway, your heart filled with a relief and fulfillment you haven’t had for the past six months, you can’t help but feel like something’s… lacking.

“So, spill,” you hear Seulgi pipe up from the backseat. “How many little British boy hearts did you break on your little Oxford trip?”

“Who says I broke any hearts?!” you exclaim with an incredulous laugh, and everyone in the car turns and gives you the same unimpressed look. “Oh, that was creepy. Did y’all plan that?”

“You were gone for six whole months and you want us to believe you got up to no romantic shenanigans? Hm?” Seulgi asks, narrowing her eyes at you, and you narrow yours right back.

“I didn’t break any hearts!” you defend yourself, and Chaewon sighs.

“Did you stow away a cute British boy in your carry-on?” she asks, and you make a face.

“Certainly not.” 

“Then there’s a broken heart floating around in Oxford as we speak!” Chaewon insists, and you scowl.

“Let me out right here.” you mutter, turning to open the door on the freeway, laughing as the other inhabitants of the car gasp and shriek in alarm. “I’m joking!” 

“You’re crazy, that's what you are.” Yunjin clarifies, and you giggle.

“I was having a laugh.” you say unapologetically. “Anyway, I didn’t really get up to too much in Oxford, really. I was focused on studying, I guess.”

“Oh, lame!” Seulgi boos, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m here now, though, so the hot girl spring and summer can commence!” you say happily, and your friends cheer. 

“Winter just texted asking if we got you off the plane okay,” Chaewon announces, and you shake your head.

“Tell her my seatbelt got stuck and wouldn’t let me out and so they took me back to England.” you suggest, and Yunjin snickers.

“Tell her the pilot got confused and took her to the wrong New York. If she asks what other New York, just be like, ‘the other one?’” she adds on, and Chaewon snorts.

“You’re both terrible.” she laughs as she types in a response.

“What’d you tell her?” Seulgi asks.

“That she got held back for getting her bag searched and they found five kilos of cocaine. So they took her out back and made her snort all of it as punishment and now she’s running amok in the city like Cocaine Bear. She’ll beat us back to the house.” 

“And we’re terrible?!” you exclaim indignantly.

“Well, yes.” Chaewon replies calmly. “Mine is obviously a lie.”

“Wh— My seatbelt getting stuck isn’t an obvious lie?” you splutter. 

“Well, that could actually happen!” she defends, and you blink at her incredulously.

“I didn’t expect the lesbian to forget that scissors exist.”

Chaewon’s jaw drops and she jabs a finger in your direction. “Homophobe!” She turns to Seulgi for support, but Seulgi just shakes her head.

“You’re alone in this one, Chae,” Seulgi giggles. “I laughed, I’m sorry.”

“Man, this is some bullshit.” Chaewon grumbles. “You’re supposed to have my back! We’re… we’re sapphic sistren!”

“You actually did not just say that.” Seulgi marvels. “Sapphic sistren is crazy.”

“I had to pull the gay card to win.” Chaewon says with a shrug. “I’m not sorry.”

“Can we get back on topic, please?” Yunjin laughs incredulously. “Jesus, it’s like if you put squirrels on a podcast.”

“We should make a podcast, actually.” Seulgi suggests, and you nod.

“We could call it ‘That’s Nuts,’” you say excitedly.

Chaewon snorts. “I’m in.”

Yunjin beeps her horn loudly, garnering all of your attention as you all jump in surprise. “We’re outside all spring and summer, right?”

“Well, after work, yeah.” you agree, and she smiles, nodding.

“I don’t want to hear you missed out on a fun fling or opportunity because you were busy working.” Yunjin jabs her finger at you accusingly, and your hands fly up defensively.

“In my defense, doing my job is way less risky than taking chances romantically.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Yunjin complains. “Live, girl!”  

“There are gonna be cute guys at the party, obviously. So I will live!” you insist, and Yunjin nods.

“That’s more like it.”

Returning to your thoughts for a moment, it dawns on you that romantic excitement is exactly what you’re lacking. You want to love; you want to love someone and be loved by that someone and for that love to be something beautiful and consuming, and you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to have to wait. 

You’re in the middle of making a mental pact with yourself to be just a bit more daring, a tad more forward and bold when it comes to love, when Seulgi and Chaewon laugh loudly at something on one of their phones, snapping you out of your internal monologue, and you shift in your seat, turning to face them.

“I can’t believe you guys left your whole apartment unattended during a house party just to welcome me home,” you sniff dramatically, and Seulgi snorts.

“Anything for you, my friend.” she replies with a playful crinkle of her nose, and you reach out to pinch it lightly.

“Besides, it’s not like it’s completely unattended! Winter’s there.” Chaewon points out, and you raise your eyebrows skeptically.

“Right… what is her non-confrontational ass gonna do if something goes wrong?” you ask, and Seulgi winces.

“Good point. Maybe step on it, Yunjin.” 

“I’m already going twenty over the speed limit!” she exclaims defensively.

“You’re not even exaggerating,” Chaewon half-gasps, half-laughs as she leans forward to look at the speedometer. “We might make it there quicker, but we might not make it there safely.”

“We are here for a good time!” Yunjin yells, whipping her hair around excitedly. “Not a long time!”

“Deeply concerning words coming from our driver.” Seulgi snickers quietly, and you nod, turning back to sit in your seat properly. “So…”

You peer at her through the rearview mirror curiously. “So?”

“I’m just imagining Jeno’s reaction when he sees you again for the first time.” She shrugs with a faint teasing smile, and you can feel your cheeks warming as a small smile starts to tug at your lips.

Jeno’s had a thing for you for the past… year and a half—at least, that you’re aware of—and you won’t lie, he’s definitely easy on the eyes and a sweetheart to top it all off. Before you went away to Oxford, you two had built up a bit of a flirtationship that neither of you tried to push further because of your study abroad trip you had planned.

Now, however, you’re back, and you’re admittedly excited to see if it leads to something worthwhile. 

“He’ll probably do that little crescent-eyed smile he always does when you spare him a crumb of attention.” Chaewon supplies as you’re lost in thought, and you roll your eyes as Yunjin nods knowingly.

“I’m willing to bet he’s gonna try to be glued to your side all night.” she adds, and you sigh loudly and dramatically.

“You guys are really something else, you know that?”

“You love it!” Chaewon says confidently, and you can’t help but smile fondly, nodding in agreement.

“I kinda do.”

Yunjin spares you a sideways glance that lingers for suspiciously long on your frame, and you raise an eyebrow.

“My eyes are up here.” you joke, waving a hand in her line of sight, “and, more importantly, the road is over there.” She chuckles and relents, refocusing her attention on the road, but she has that telltale look on her face that usually means she has something on her mind. “What are you thinking about?”

“Well—not that I’m judging at all, because, you know… live your life, girl.” Yunjin pipes up, and you turn to look at her, curiously awaiting the rest of her thought. “But are you gonna wear that to the party?”

You look down at your comfortable sweats and hoodie, perfect airport attire, and look back up at Yunjin with a playful frown. “What, is this not cute enough?”

“Well…” she trails off, and Seulgi pops her head forward between the front two car seats.

“No! It’s not a good enough outfit! You’re the guest of honor at your own welcome home party, and you have to come harder than some cozy gray sweats with a hole by the ankle.” Seulgi scolds, and you roll your eyes with an amused smile.

“Obviously I’m not going to wear this to the party, girl.” you laugh, and Seulgi sighs in relief. “I was just messing with you.”

“Well, cut it out! You know I’m gullible.” She frowns, and you reach into the backseat to pat her hand comfortingly.

“All the more reason to mess with you, my love.” you reply with a deceptively innocent smile. “Anyway, when we get back home, I have to shower and freshen up and change into my actual outfit. I also have to sort out the presents I brought back for everyone and make sure Jeno’s cake is still in good shape.”

“I still can’t believe you baked him a cake,” Chaewon marvels. “It’s giving domestic. Housewife, even.”

“Martha Stewart found jobless,” Seulgi adds, and you snort.

“I know this is his favorite type of cake, so I just… thought I’d make it for him.” you mumble quietly with a small, dismissive shrug.

“That is very cute to me,” Yunjin says reassuringly before punching the horn roughly and making the rest of the three of you jump in surprise. “Stupid fucker doesn’t know how to use his turn signal?!”

“Yunjin, calm down,” you advise, patting her knee gently.

“I am calm,” she replies, her tone level, and you pull your hand back, still eying her suspiciously. Sure enough, as she drives by the driver that failed to use his turn signal, she rolls her window down and yells out a string of expletives that makes Chaewon gasp in horror.

As Yunjin rolls her window back up and turns the radio up, you sit back and smile, thinking about how happy you are to be back at home.

You get home an entire eight minutes before your initial ETA, making Yunjin grin proudly when you make the announcement. 

After your friends help you bring your luggage up to your apartment, you go into the bathroom to freshen up. After the extensive process that was showering, brushing your teeth, reapplying your skincare and makeup, and applying lotion and getting dressed, you emerge, fresh-faced and victorious, into your living room where your friends lie sprawled on your couch as they wait for you. The only eyesore about your appearance is the large sack you’re carrying of presents you brought back for your friends.

“I’m ready!” you chirp happily, and Yunjin is the first to look up from her phone at you, eyes taking in your casual and comfortable yet cute attire before she nods appreciatively.

“It’s giving Santa Claus,” Seulgi chuckles, gesturing at your large bag slung over your shoulder.

“Ho, ho, ho,” you drawl with an amused roll of your eyes.  

“Stop it, Seulgi,” Chaewon scolds before focusing her gaze on you. “You look cute! Bet you-know-who’s gonna be all over you.” she says with a teasing grin, and you roll your eyes despite smiling before you set the bag down and set about getting out your gifts for your friends that are present.

You hand Yunjin a wrapped box of gorgeous shoes from an England-exclusive boutique and she sets about unwrapping it, her eyes widening with excitement as she reveals the present inside.

“Holy shit?” she gasps, gaping at the shoes. “These are perfect!”

“They’re so you,” you agree with a proud nod. “I saw them one day through a window while I was walking down the street and had to stop in and get them for you.”

“My turn, my turn!” Chaewon exclaims eagerly, bouncing in place as you root through your large sack and pull out a small wrapped box, which you hand to Chaewon carefully. She squeals in excitement once she’s opened the present, leaping up and engulfing you in a tight hug. “My perfume! I thought they discontinued it!”

“They stopped selling it in the States, but I managed to track down a store that still had some in stock, so I got you a couple—y’know, so you wouldn’t run out.” you say, smiling, and she beams at you.

“You’re the best.” she says seriously, looking you directly in the eyes to drive home her sincerity.

“I try,” you reply with a nonchalant shrug before reaching into the bag once more and pulling out one last present for Seulgi, wiggling the box at her invitingly. 

“For moi?” she asks with feigned surprise, a hand to her chest.

“Indeed,” you confirm with a grin, and she sits forward, taking the gift from your hand and opening it up.

“Oh, my God.” she exhales in shock, staring down at the designer earrings and bracelet set. “These look expensive as fuck.”

“They kinda were,” you admit sheepishly. “All of your gifts were a pretty penny, actually, but you guys definitely deserve them. Those really spoke to me, and I thought they’d look gorgeous on you.”

“Thank you, my love,” Seulgi coos affectionately, standing up to engulf you in a hug. Yunjin and Chaewon join in a brief moment after, the four of you hugging tightly for a lingering, blissful moment.

“You’re all very welcome. Are we ready to go now?” you say, changing the subject with ease even as your voice is muffled into Seulgi’s shoulder, and Seulgi pulls back immediately with an emphatic nod. 

“Ready as ever! Our fridge has snacks that are calling to me from over here.”

“You’re such a drama queen.” you scoff in amusement as you all head to your front door and file out after each other.

“Must have gotten it from hanging out around you.” she replies with playfully narrowed eyes in your direction.

“Oh, really?” you challenge, biting back a laugh, and she nods, puffing out her chest comically as she chest-bumps you on purpose. “Assaulting me in the middle of my apartment complex is actually wild and unheard of, and you will be hearing from my attorney.”

“Bring it on, baby!” she urges, and Yunjin rolls her eyes in poorly concealed amusement as you two start to giggle at your antics, the sounds of mirth ringing out in the lobby as you exit the elevator.

“You two are so strange,” she remarks in wonder. “But later for that. Onto more pressing matters!”

“Such as?” you question, holding the door open for Chaewon to follow behind you into the street. 

“How long will it take us to get from our house to yours?” Yunjin asks, pulling out her phone to search for it, but Chaewon seems to be one step ahead, already focused on her phone screen.

“The travel time from here to our house,” she announces loudly, squinting at her phone momentarily, “is roughly twenty minutes.” You all stand around Yunjin’s car at your respective doors, waiting for Yunjin to unlock the car so you can get in.

“Hm, yeah? Why so long?” Yunjin asks curiously as she moves to look over Chaewon’s shoulder. “Traffic, huh? …I bet I can shave that time down to fifteen minutes.” Her eyes glint with excitement as she presses her car door remote, the sudden and loud beep-beep of the doors unlocking making you and Seulgi flinch for a moment.

“Dear Lord, help us all,” Seulgi mumbles as you all climb into Yunjin’s car, strapping in before she peels out of her parking space and zooms into the night. 

True to her word, Yunjin precariously shaves six minutes off your travel time and you pull up to Chaewon’s and Seulgi’s apartment earlier than anticipated, exhilarated and pumped full of adrenaline. 

“Are you excited to be back at La Casa Payasa?” Seulgi asks with a smile, and you nod with a relieved sigh.

“It’s just like I remember it.” you hum fondly as you head up to their door and bring your fist to the door, only getting to knock once before the door swings open and Mark throws himself at you for a hug.

You catch him with a surprised laugh, stumbling back from the impact slightly but returning the tight hug nonetheless. He tucks his face into your neck and mumbles something that you can’t hear, prompting you to pull back slightly.

“I didn’t hear a word you said,” you chuckle, and he pulls back as well so you can see his bright smile.

“I missed you so much,” he repeats, and you coo fondly, pulling him back into the hug. 

“I missed you, too!” you chirp warmly, squeezing him in the hug for good measure. When you two pull apart, Chenle’s standing beside Mark and grinning at you. “Hey, Chenle!” 

“Hey, stranger,” he teases, pulling you into a hug of his own. “Long time, huh? Let’s hear that British accent you developed over there.”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you reply in your best British impression, and he bursts out laughing.

“Man, that’s good stuff,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. “We missed you over here!” he complains, moving to swat you on the arm. “Don’t leave again.”

“I’ll do my best to stick around.” you assure him, and he smiles and nods, content.

“Now what’s with this big ass bag you’re carrying, huh? Did you stow away some British goodies for us?” Chenle asks curiously, pinching the fabric of the sack over your shoulder. 

“Something like that,” you say slowly before you set it down and reach inside, handing Chenle and Mark their respective gifts. As they open them, Mark being considerably more careful than Chenle, you wait, hands clasped behind your back and rocking back and forth on your heels.

“How the hell did you get a signed Steph Curry jersey?” Chenle questions, baffled and thrilled, and you shrug with a secretive smile.

“I have my ways.”

“Never mind that—how did you get Frank Ocean himself to sign this album?” Mark asks, downright bewildered, and you shrug again.

“Ways that I have… that are mine.”

“You’re so silly, but this is amazing,” Chenle laughs, hugging you. “Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome,” you lilt sweetly, and Mark looks up from the Frank Ocean vinyl again to meet your inquisitive gaze with wide, awestruck eyes.

“You’re incredible. Genuinely.” he stammers, and you smile widely as he pulls you into a hug as well once Chenle’s released you. 

“I do my best,” you reply happily.

“Wait, also, how was your flight? Anything crazy happen?” Chenle asks curiously, and you pause as you think back.

“Actually, yeah; these two guys got into a verbal argument and then one of ‘em was like, ‘I’ll beat everyone’s ass right now!’ Which, objectively, is a crazy thing to say, but crazier to insist when you’re in a metal contraption thousands of feet in the air.” you start explaining, and Chenle’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he mumbles. “Then what?”

“Then he started threatening the flight crew, and I’m pretty sure he got placed on the no-fly list.” you finish with a solemn nod, and Mark gasps.

“I could never imagine never being able to fly again.” he mutters in awe, and you nod in agreement. 

“I know, right? He had it coming, though.” you say, and they shrug, nodding in agreement.

“I guess so,” Mark agrees before his face lights up as he seems to remember something. “Hey, where’s Jeno? He’s been waiting for you to show up.”

“I think he’s with Winter and Haechan right now,” Chenle answers, and you scrunch your face up in confusion.

“Who’s Haechan?” you ask, baffled, before it dawns on you. “Oh, wait, that’s Winter’s new boyfriend?” you ask, and they nod. “I see… well, can’t wait to meet him, I guess.” You shrug indifferently, now craning your head to look around for Jeno. 

You spot him before he spots you, the male standing alone texting on his phone by the couch. As if he can sense you looking, he looks up and his eyes lock on yours a moment later, his entire face brightening up as he starts to make his way over to where you’re standing.

By the time he’s where you are, you’re both sporting excited yet shy smiles as he opens his arms for a hug and you step into it. His arms drop to your waist and you wrap yours around his middle as he squeezes you gently.

“Hey,” he mumbles into the embrace, a smile audible in his voice.

“Hey, there.” you greet.

“Welcome back.”

“Good to be back,” you reply with a little grin.

“Did you have a good flight?” he asks curiously, and you nod.

“Minus a crazy guy on the plane, but it all ended fine,” you assure him, and he looks momentarily bewildered but manages to rein in his reaction.

“That’s good, I think… what seat did you get?” he questions, leaving you somewhat touched by his thoughtful questions. 

“I got a window seat,” you answer with a smile, and he nods in approval. 

“I love a good window seat,” he hums. “Did you watch a movie or nap or something?”

“I napped for a bit, yeah,” you chuckle, suddenly remembering how you’d had a bit of drool dried on your cheek earlier. Subconsciously wiping at the spot, you smile up at him casually. “I’m still a little tired, though.”

He frowns sympathetically before a little hopeful smile appears on his face. “Well, I hope you’re not too tired, because I wanted to give you something.” 

Your eyes widen. “You got me something?” 

He nods shyly. “I got you something. It’s in my car, though, and I parked kinda far, so I have to go get it. Come find me later when I come back so I can give it to you.”

“You got it,” you say with a smile. “I’ll come find you for sure. I actually have something for you, too, so we can trade.”

“Oh, no way! You’re the best.” He beams, squeezing your waist, at which point you realize you two never let go from the hug. Your cheeks on fire, you withdraw your arms from his middle and he does the same to you with an amused chuckle.

“I’m actually gonna go grab something from the kitchen,” you say, jerking a thumb in the direction of the hallway. “You want anything?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m gonna run to the bathroom, actually.” he answers, and you nod before you two go your separate ways. You turn back at the sound of your name to see Jeno looking at you with a soft gaze and an even softer smile that makes you feel like you’re a giggly school girl all over again.

“It’s really good to have you back. It really wasn’t the same without you. Seeing all your Instagram stories gave me a crazy sense of FOMO, and our little phone calls here and there really made me miss you even more,” he says sincerely, and you place a hand over your heart, touched.

“I’m really happy to be back,” you assure him. “I missed you.” His brows flick upwards in surprise at your somewhat bold admission, and you blink twice in mild alarm before continuing in a slight rush with, “I—well, like, I missed you, and Yunjin, and Chae—I missed you all, y’know? The story posts were so you wouldn’t forget about little ol’ me. I loved our phone calls, but it’s so much better getting to talk to you in person.”

He laughs lightheartedly and nods, waving you off reassuringly. “I get you. Go get yourself some snacks! We didn’t stock up on your favorites for some random people to eat it all up before you get any.”

“Copy that,” you say with an emphatic nod, saluting him jokingly before heading to the kitchen.

As you’re making your way to the snacks, you catch the eye of a very handsome stranger leaning against the wall in your hallway talking to one of your friends from work. To your surprise, he doesn’t look away from you as you approach, even going so far as to turn his head as you walk by to keep staring at you. 

You’re not sure if you’re more intrigued by him than by the challenge he’s posed, but you keep eye contact until you get to your kitchen and round the corner to find yourself a snack.

Moments after you’ve entered the room, you feel someone enter behind you, a smile coming to your lips as you realize who it most likely is.

When you turn to face the newcomer, he’s standing surprisingly close to you, his eyes scanning your face with an intrigue and intensity that leaves both of you a little breathless. 

“Hi.” the handsome stranger says as his lips curl into a grin. 

“Hi, there,” you echo, smiling back at him. ”Did you follow me in here?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was fate?”

You pretend to think about it. “By the way you watched me walk in here… no.”

He chuckles. “Fair. I had to ask you a question.”

“Luckily for you, I love questions.” you hum, placing both hands on the counter behind you and leaning against it in a silent invitation not only to ask his question, but also to approach.

Thankfully for you, he does both, stepping closer with a small chuckle and asking, “I was wondering if you believe in love at first sight.”

“Oh, brother—” you start to laugh, and he joins you before waving his hands to get you to stop.

“Hear me out!”

“My listening ears are on,” you reply with a smile and coy tilt of your head that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed, based on the way his already probing gaze intensifies.

“Do you?” he asks again, and you think about it for a moment.

“Not really,” you admit, letting out a small giggle at the disapproving look he gives you. “But maybe I can be convinced.”

He smiles widely, looking so bright that it truly dazzles you before continuing on to say, “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Why?” you ask. “Do you?”

“I don’t think I did,” he answers carefully, “until I saw you just now.”

“Oh, brother!” you burst out laughing—half from surprise and half from being flustered by how surprisingly sincere he sounded. In your attempt to recover from your outburst, you catch a glimpse of him to see that he’s gazing at you openly with a fond look in his eyes. “You are really something, you know that?”

He steps closer to you with a heat in his eyes, a glowing ember of intensity burning as he asks, “Something good or something bad?”

You shrug playfully and lean closer, wanting him nearer to you. “Jury’s still out on that part.”

He chuckles and wets his lips before his gaze drops to yours. “Can I present some new evidence?” he murmurs, and you tilt your head to the side as you pretend to think it over. “Has anyone ever told you that it’s really cute when you do that?”

“Of course,” you snicker. “Why do you think I do it?”

“So you’re turning up the charm right now, but you don’t believe in love at first sight?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. 

“Is it love at first sight or attraction, sir?”

He grins and steps even closer, dangerously close to touching you. “So you’re attracted to me.”

You look around, confused. “Now who said all that?” 

“You just did.”

”I most certainly did not.”

He half-scoffs, half-laughs in disbelief and points at you accusingly. “I heard you.”

“You heard wrong, I guess,” you reply with a nonchalant shrug before patting his chest twice. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you both hesitate, neither of you wanting to exit the intimate moment. However, when it buzzes a second time, then a third, you decide to give up and pull your phone from your pocket to check it.

jeno [23:04] hey i’m back

jeno [23:04] i have your surprise :)

jeno [23:05] let me know where to find you

You lock your phone and look up at the handsome stranger with a small frown. “Anyway, this was great, but I have to go find someone.”

He frowns deeply and catches your hand as it leaves his chest, lacing his fingers with yours and looking up at you. “Do you actually have to leave or am I making you nervous?”

“I told my friend I’d find him later, and it’s officially later,” you explain truthfully, and he seems to hear the sincerity in your voice, because he relaxes visibly. “Maybe I’ll find you after?” you offer, and he perks up, gently squeezing your hand.

“I’d like that.”

“Can I get a name? So I know who I’m looking for later?” you ask.

He smiles, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you when you find me later.”

You pout, and he smiles fondly at you. “I guess.” you relent, grabbing the soda and snacks you came to get off of the counter and heading towards the kitchen exit. “See you later?”

He nods resolutely. “See you later.” 

You exit the kitchen with a small smile that threatens to take over your whole face if you don’t calm your spirits as you begin your second search of the night for Jeno. 

After grabbing the presents you got for him from where you’d stashed them in Chaewon’s room, it doesn’t take you long at all to find him, the male still lingering by the entrance when you spot him. You sneak around a small group of people and pop up beside him, making him jolt in surprise and clutch his chest.

“Hi,” you giggle, and Jeno slumps with relief when his eyes lock on you, a warm smile coming to his face.

“Hey,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“So… how do you want to do this?” you ask curiously. “I can go first if you want?”

“No, I want to go first for sure,” he replies with a sureness in his voice that leaves you a little surprised and mildly impressed.

You gesture for him to start, still holding your present for him behind your back, and he retrieves two small, rectangular boxes from inside his jacket pocket. 

“That looks expensive,” you say worriedly, and he chuckles fondly before waving a hand dismissively.

“It wasn’t too bad, don’t worry.” he replies reassuringly as he hands you the small boxes.

You gesture awkwardly with your hands still behind your back, trying your best to indicate that your hands are currently out of commission, and his eyes light up with understanding before he’s gingerly opening one of the navy blue boxes.

You gasp once you’ve peered into the box, your eyes wide as you look up at him in surprise. ”Jeno.”

“Is it too much? Oh, God, you hate it. I’m sorry–” he starts to worry aloud.

“Wait—Jeno—”

“I can take it back, maybe, and you can pick out something you’d like more—”

“Jeno?”

“I should have thought it through more carefully—”

”Jeno!” your voice is gentle in tone but loud enough to catch his attention, his worried eyes locking in on yours. “Please relax.”

“Sorry,” he mumbles embarrassedly, looking down at the floor.

“I was going to say that I genuinely love them. The necklace and the earrings are stunning, and they’re exactly my style.” you say sincerely, in awe as you stare down at the beautiful pieces of jewelry Jeno bought you. The necklace is a silver choker, a paperclip-like link type chain with a diamond-encrusted butterfly in the center. The earrings are matching silver hoops with butterflies adorned along the rings of metal, and your jaw drops slightly as you take in the beauty of Jeno’s present.

“You really like it?” he asks excitedly, a hint of worry still in his voice, but when you nod, his brows unfurrow and he smiles widely, relieved. “I saw the set and it reminded me of you. It’s beautiful, classy, and fun.” 

You can’t help but smile. “You think I’m classy and fun?”

“Of course,” he answers instantly, and your smile widens as you step closer to him curiously.

“You think I’m beautiful?” you ask with your eyebrows raised, and Jeno visibly swallows.

“I do,” he bashfully agrees, and you coo fondly, wanting nothing more than to set his present down and wrap him in a tight hug. “I really do.” 

“Jeno,” you tease playfully, “I’m kinda dying to know what’s in the other box.”

“Oh, yeah!” he exclaims, closing the first box and opening the second as he explains, “I just got them in gold and silver because I know you tend to wear both depending on your mood and your outfit, so I gave you options.”

“Jeno, that is so thoughtful.” you gush appreciatively, and he blushes immediately, cheeks pinking along with the tips of his ears. “I absolutely love them,” you say gratefully, a warm smile curling your lips.

“Thank God,” he sighs with a laugh that you join him in.

“Okay, so… don’t know how I’m gonna top that,” you joke, “but it’s my turn now.”

“You have my undivided attention,” he assures you, and you can’t help but bat your lashes at him slightly.

“I like the idea of that.” you say flirtatiously, and he chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Okay, here, we’ll trade and you’ll open.”

“Deal,” he agrees, swapping presents with you. You watch nervously as he unties the ribbon on the white box and lifts the lid. “This looks delicious, holy shit.”

“I made it myself,” you say carefully. 

He looks up at you in surprise. “From scratch?”

You nod. “From scratch.”

“That’s amazing,” Jeno marvels. “Isn’t Victoria sponge cake hard to make?”

“Baking is only hard if you can’t follow instructions.” you say with a resolute nod, and Jeno snickers.

“I never thought of you as a rule-follower, if I’m being honest,” he admits.

You shrug. “Rules and instructions are very different to me, but I can be very obedient when I want to be.”

Jeno pauses at that, eyeing you suspiciously. “Oh, yeah? Like when?”

“In the bedroom.” you answer without hesitation, smiling in amusement as Jeno’s eyes widen slightly.

“You never gave off ‘obedient,’ y’know.” Jeno informs you.

“If I can tell you know what you’re doing, I’ll listen to you.” you reply with a nonchalant shrug.

“Yeah? Would you listen to me?” Jeno asks, voice quieter and, if you’re not mistaken, lower than before. There’s a suggestive edge to his voice, playful and flirtatious, but in the way that very much indicates that he’d stop joking in a minute if you were into it.

“Depends,” you answer, smiling up at him. “Do you know what you’re doing in there?”

His responding chuckle is significantly deeper than the ones before it, the sound undeniably attractive as he regards you carefully. “Absolutely.”

“Is that so?” you muse softly, watching him intently. “And I’m supposed to go off of your word?”

“You don’t trust me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, and you shrug.

“I just tend to learn better from experience.” you reply with a small flirtatious smile that threatens to overtake your whole face.

“Maybe we can arrange that.” he says with a playful grin.

“I’ll keep my schedule open.” you say with a curt nod, and he snorts in amusement.

“Perfect.” he agrees before focusing his attention on the smaller box in his arms. He sets the cake box down on the table by the entryway and unwraps the other, cube-shaped box, his eyes widening with excitement when its contents are revealed to him.

“No way!” he gasps, turning the Big Ben snow globe this way and that. 

“I remembered you have a snow globe collection and I thought I could help you add to it.” you explain, and Jeno looks up at you, eyes bright.

“You’re amazing. Thank you so much.” he gushes happily, and you beam at him before waving him off.

“Of course, Jeno. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you while I was gone.” you say sweetly, and he grins before opening his arms for a hug, 

You step into his embrace readily and wrap your arms around his middle, the two of you squeezing each other tightly. When you pull back slightly, you realize Jeno still hasn’t let you go, his arms still securely wrapped around your waist. 

“I really missed you, y’know.” Jeno says softly, and your heart warms.

“I missed you too, Jeno. It’s good to be back.” you echo, and he smiles before gently releasing you, his reluctance apparent in the way his fingers linger as they pull away from you. “Oh!” you say, remembering something out of nowhere. “I actually still have to give Winter her present, so I’m gonna track her down and do that.”

“Oh, of course, yeah, go for it. Thank you again—I’m gonna demolish this cake later.” Jeno says, finishing his sentence in a conspiratorial whisper, and you giggle.

“I’m glad. I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” You reach up and pinch his chin gently, smiling wider when his blush from earlier returns in full force.

Jeno nods shyly, and you release him before venturing further into the party in search of Winter.

Finally spotting Winter across the room on her phone, you cross the living room and tap her shoulder from behind, smiling widely when she turns around.

“Hey!” she greets excitedly, wrapping you in a hug. You two rock from side to side for a moment, hearts full, before you release each other. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to give you your present,” you say with a small shrug and a smile, and her eyes widen. “It’s nothing crazy!” you warn her, waving your hands dismissively, and she shrugs, reaching out for the gift bag in your hand with opening and closing fists.

“I wanna see! Can I see, please?” Winter pleads, and you give in with a fond laugh, handing over the gift bag. 

You wait with bated breath as she opens the present, her eyes softening fondly as she gazes down at the stuffed plushie in her hand.

“It’s so cute! How’d you even find a desert fox plushie?” she asks, in awe as she turns it this way and that.

“I had it commissioned from a toy store boutique only in England,” you explain, and she smiles widely, wrapping you in another tight hug.

“Thank you so much,” she gushes, pulling back from the embrace to clutch her plushie to her chest tightly. “I gotta come up with a name for you, little guy!”

“You do that,” you laugh, moving a stray curl out of her face. “I’m gonna keep making my way through the party.”

“Okay,” she sing-songs. “See you later!”

“See you, babe!” you chirp, waving goodbye before heading back the way you came, deciding to take a detour into the kitchen for more snacks.

You’re barely in there for five minutes, munching happily on salty and sweet snacks alike, before you exit and run almost directly into the chest of someone; the only thing stopping the collision are their quick reflexes as they steady you in place.

“Sorry!” you apologize, stepping back and looking up to your victim before you stop short and a pleased smile curls your lips.

“Hey, you. Was wondering where you’d run off to.” the handsome stranger from earlier says, smiling at you.

“Oh, y’know. Making the rounds, saying hi to everyone. It is my party, after all.” you reply with a secretive smile, and he steps closer with raised eyebrows of intrigue.

“Is that so?” he asks, and you nod, stepping a bit closer to hear him better. 

“Mm, yeah,” you hum. “You know what’s weird?”

“What is it?” 

“This party is for me, and yet there are people here I’ve never met before,” you muse. “Like you.”

“Maybe it’s a sign you're meant to get to know me.” he suggests with a wry grin, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Good one.” you reply playfully. “So what should we do to get to know each other?” you ask with a playful lilt and feigned curiosity.

“Mm, you could start by telling me more about yourself.” he replies, and you raise your brows.

“‘Myself’ is a very broad topic,” you point out, and he snorts. “Be more specific.”

“Fair, fair.” he agrees with a chuckle. “What are…” he trails off thoughtfully before he perks up again, “your love languages?”

“I feel like this is an unfair advantage sort of question,” you reply with a small pout. (You do not miss the way his gaze softens fondly. Or the way it drops to your lips.) “So, I’ll only answer if you do, too.”

“That’s fair,” he agrees with a smile. “You first, though.”

“Mine are,” you say as you try to recall what the quiz results said the last time you took it, “acts of service, physical touch, and quality time. What about you?”

“Wait, let’s unpack yours first—”

“No, you say yours, then we’ll unpack mine. Fess up, bucko.” you press, poking him gently in the chest.

He laughs at your poke and mini outburst before obliging. “Physical touch,” he murmurs, leaning into your space and smirking slightly when you half-step, half-stumble back, “words of affirmation,” he straightens up and gestures between the two of you casually with a cheeky grin before finishing with, “and quality time.”

“You’re so smooth,” you gush sarcastically, and he snickers.

“Why, thank you. I’d say I try, but then I’d be lying.” 

You shoot him a look. “Don’t push it.”

Holding his hands up in surrender, he shrugs. “My bad.”

“As long as you know.” you reply with a sweet smile, and his gaze softens. “What?”

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, you know that?” he murmurs, and your cheeks warm. 

“Thanks,” you mumble bashfully, and he coos fondly at you. 

“So cute,” he fawns.

You glower at him. “I’m out of here,” you mutter, undeniably flustered and embarrassed about it. 

“Aw, come back, cutie—” he slips his fingers around your wrist gently and tugs you closer, smiling when there’s virtually no resistance from your end. “I didn’t mean to make you all nervous,” he apologizes with a playful, teasing lilt that tells you he might not actually be all that sorry. 

Turning your nose up, you look away from him even as his hand slips down to let his thumb stroke gently at the back of your hand. At your small intake of breath, he smiles and tugs you even closer—dangerously close, actually—before moving to wrap his hand around the small of your back.

It’s almost as if the Fates themselves decided to intervene, the divine timing is that impeccable.

His phone pings, and he frowns before pulling it out of his back pocket and checking the screen. His face falls visibly and so drastically that it actually hurts you to see for a moment, leading you to avert your gaze politely.

His hand slowly retreats from its original path, and you’re shocked to find that you’re a bit disappointed. 

“Do me a small favor? Schedule some time for me later before your busy, busy party ends? I’ll be back.” he says hopefully, squeezing your hand gently before shooting you an apologetic smile and turning to weave between a couple of people before disappearing into the hallway.

You try not to look as disappointed as you feel, but apparently you fail because Seulgi’s by your side moments later from out of virtually nowhere.

“I saw you pouting from all the way across the room,” she chuckles fondly as she strokes your back gently. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not pouting,” you mumble, and Seulgi raises an eyebrow.

“Tell that to your bottom lip,” she points out, and you tuck it back in with an air of defeat. “Exactly. Now what’s wrong?”

“I was talking to this really cute guy earlier,” you admit with a slowly deepening frown, “but he had to leave really suddenly.”

Seulgi makes a sympathetic hum. “Did you get his name?”

“No!” you complain, and she nods in understanding.

“Well, even if he had to leave, he might come to another party in the future—because he clearly knows someone here, you know?” 

“What’s wrong?” Chaewon asks, a tipsy Winter in tow.

“How do you know something’s wrong?” you ask, confused. 

“You’re pouting,” Chaewon points out, and you splutter, bewildered. 

“I’m not!” you exclaim defensively, and Winter winces sympathetically.

“You are.” she confirms, reaching out and unceremoniously poking your bottom lip before giggling to herself.

“She’s mad her party crush pulled a Cinderella and dipped on her,” Seulgi explains.

“Ah,” Chaewon and Winter both say sympathetically.

“That sucks,” Winter sighs. “Speaking of cute guys disappearing—has anyone seen my boyfriend anywhere?”

“What’s he wearing?” you ask, and Winter moves to answer before Chaewon unknowingly cuts her off. 

“It’s so weird that you and Haechan have been at this party for so long and have yet to run into each other.” Chaewon marvels aloud, and you shrug casually.

“I probably walked by him or something and just didn’t know,” you brush it off, and Chaewon nods thoughtfully.

“Walked by who and didn’t know?” Yunjin asks from behind you, and when you turn to face her, she frowns. “Why are you pouting?”

“Mother of God—” you huff, crossing your arms, and Yunjin winces.

“Jeez, tough crowd.” she chuckles. “Walked by who and didn’t know?” she presses.

“Haechan,” you explain, and her brows furrow together in confusion, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Oh,” is all she says after a moment. “Wait, can you, um, come help me with something in the bathroom?” she asks you, eyes concerningly piercing.

“Sure,” you mumble, definitely confused but picking up on her sense of urgency. 

“We’ll be right back,” Yunjin explains, tugging you away. “Roommate problems!” she calls over her shoulder, and you grimace to really sell the direness of the situation.

You let her tug you into the bathroom towards the back of the apartment by Seulgi’s and Chaewon’s bedrooms, and she sits you down on the toilet before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t exactly know how to tell you this, but I was trying to find you earlier before this spiraled out of control.” she starts. 

“You’re scaring me,” you complain, and she shushes you as she unlocks her phone and starts searching for something. 

“You did meet Haechan, actually, but I have a feeling no one told you that you met Haechan.” Yunjin says finally, and you think back to the very small amount of people you met for the first time today, pondering over who it might be before Yunjin turns her phone to show you the screen, and— 

“Fuck.” you mumble hoarsely, and Yunjin nods slightly before closing her phone on the screen she’s just showed you of a photo of your friend group, presumably from when you were abroad, where Winter is sitting happily on the lap of— “that’s the stranger I was talking to.” you say sadly. “My party crush.”

“Did he ever say his name?” she asks, and you think back, growing increasingly more irritated when you realize—

“No,” you mutter bitterly, “he must have conveniently forgotten to share that part.”

“Can I say something?” Yunjin says carefully, and you nod solemnly. “I saw you two staring at each other before he followed you into the kitchen.” Your blood runs cold, and it must show on your face, because she quickly adds, “I’m not mad at you, and I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m just gonna warn you, because that staring contest was intense, and I don’t know what happened in that kitchen—I don’t want to!” she says suddenly, putting her hand up to silence you as you move to speak before slowly continuing with, “I just know none of that can happen in front of Winter, so it shouldn’t happen at all.”

“Agreed.” you sigh sadly. “Yeah. I mean, I’m pissed as hell, and I might maim him the next time I see him, but other than that, I guess I’m fine.”

“I mean. yeah. Definitely agree with maiming him, actually.” she agrees after a moment of thought. “Just do something subtle and easy to explain away.”

You smile at her, your spirits lifted slightly. “You’re the best.” 

“Love you, girl.” she says sincerely, bending down to hug you before helping you to your feet. “I got your back.”

You head back out there with no pout in sight, only a deceptive smile as you plan your revenge.

It’s not long before the not-so-mysterious stranger comes back around, by which time you’ve fully worked yourself up into a huff about the situation once more, crossing your arms, leaning against the wall, and eyeing him disapprovingly as he approaches.

“Why so serious?” he jokes, and you raise an eyebrow.

“At what point were you going to tell me you’re dating Winter?” you ask, deciding to get right to the point, and he freezes, shock on his face. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately. 

“For what?” you test him, and he frowns deeply.

“For hiding that from you.” he sighs, and you huff as he continues, “I just really wanted to get to know you, and I felt like I had to hide that because you knowing would ruin it!”

You look at him with an eyebrow raised pointedly. “And what would you call this?” 

His frown turns to a petulant pout. “Ruined?” he asks.

“Ding, ding, ding,” you say sarcastically before turning to leave.

“Wait, I’m— I’m really sorry,” he pleads, catching your hand before you can slip away. “Can we start over a little bit?”

“How are we gonna start over a little bit?” you ask skeptically, and he stands up straighter, tugging you a bit closer before smiling hopefully and releasing your hand to wave in greeting. 

“Hi, I’m Haechan, Winter’s boyfriend,” he introduces himself as he offers his hand to shake. As you take it, he gently urges you closer with a testing tug before adding, “and I think you’re beautiful.”

“Haechan!” you whisper, half-laughing in surprise, and he shrugs with a sheepish grin.

“Figured I’d lay all my cards out on the table this time.”

“Kinda ballsy, no?” you raise your eyebrows, crossing your arms, and he chuckles.

“I’m a pretty ballsy guy.” 

You eye him up and down before tilting your head to the side and saying, “I’m sure.”

“So am I forgiven?” he asks hopefully. 

“For now,” you reply after a moment of thinking, and continue at the sight of his excited smile, “but I’m watching you.”

“I’d be upset if you weren’t.” he murmurs, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

It doesn’t take long for your one-sided animosity to dissipate as you and Haechan manage to fall into a normal enough conversation about your activities in Oxford. At one point, the familiar but unpleasant smell of weed filters into your senses, making you subconsciously wrinkle your nose in distaste. 

Haechan raises an eyebrow, amused. “You alright?”

“You don’t smell that?” you ask, and he sniffs the air before he chuckles.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a smoker?” he speculates.

You shake your head, tipping your head back to swallow the rest of your drink. “Definitely not.” You lick your lips to clean up the remnants of your drink, and barely stifle the laugh that bubbles up when you notice Haechan watching your mouth with both entirely rapt attention and a slightly dazed expression. “See something you like?”

“Sure do,” he breathes, and you yelp, swatting his arm lightly. “You asked!”

“As a joke!”

“Well, sorry for failing to read the room properly. I was a little, um, distracted.”

“Haechan.”

“Hm?”

“Stop staring at my lips.” 

“What if I don’t?” he asks, stepping closer to you slowly. “Hm?”

“You’re awfully bold for a guy who’s dating one of my friends.” you murmur back, and he shrugs, smiling flirtatiously.

“I know what I want.” he answers casually, and the resolve in his voice takes you by surprise, leaving you to swallow a growing lump in your throat.

“I’m, uh,” you stammer, looking around for something, anything, that can save you from his intense attention. “I’m gonna go see if they want snacks,” you finally answer pathetically, and he doesn’t buy it for a minute, a smug grin curling his lips before he nods, seemingly complying.

He waits for you to move past him, staying perfectly still and therefore forcing you to squeeze between him and the counter, and head towards the living room before he’s so close behind you that he’s practically on you and only then does he reply, a smile audible in his voice as he murmurs, “Let’s go, then.”

“Hi, my dear friends. Are we having a good time?” you ask as you re-enter the living room and scan over each of your friends, all sitting in a circle with Yunjin’s infamous hot pink bong placed carefully in her lap. The party continues on around them, people only sparing cursory glances at the very occupied couch and nearby seating of Seulgi’s and Chaewon’s living room, but you couldn’t care less about the other guests, instead focusing your attention on your seven cross-faded friends. 

Yunjin, ever the lightweight, looks up at you with red-rimmed, half-lidded eyes and a dopey smile. “Never better.” 

“I actually just want to say that I missed you so much,” Chaewon sniffles, hurriedly wiping away a tear before looking up at you earnestly. “I’m so happy you’re back.”

“I missed you, too!” you reply, touched, and she sniffles loudly, the tip of her nose pinking in that signature way that lets you know more tears are en route whether she likes it or not.

“I’m not gonna lie, yo,” Mark mumbles, rubbing a hand over his face and looking over at you. “I’m about to be starving.”

“‘About to be starving’ is crazy, actually.” you snicker, and Mark joins in your laughter, his laugh bubbling up inside of him almost uncontrollably.

“Well, you know how it goes; we smoke, we get high, we get the munchies.” Mark explains, and you nod in understanding. 

“Mark… I went to England for a study abroad program… not to get a lobotomy.” you say slowly, and he snorts loudly in surprise and amusement. “I remember what happens when y’all get high.” you remind him, and he lifts his hands up in surrender, nodding back at you with a grin. “Do you guys want food from the deli down the block?”

“Yes!” The resounding chorus of assent from all your high friends actually takes you by surprise, sending you stepping back in shock only to stumble directly into Haechan’s chest. He steadies you instantly, hands gripping your shoulders securely, and quietly double-checks with you to make sure you’re actually sturdy before releasing you. 

You hate that you found his touch comforting for even a second, trying your best internally to squash the initial attraction you had to him as you attempt to focus on the task at hand.

“Okay, sounds good to me. Can y’all just type your names and what you want in my Notes app?” you ask, unlocking your phone, opening the Notes app, and passing your phone to Yunjin. As your phone makes its way around the circle, you turn slightly to face Haechan, who’s already watching you with an unnerving level of intensity.

“Haechan, why don’t you go with her?” Seulgi suggests, completely missing the warning glare you send her way. “She can’t carry all of that by herself.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.” he agrees easily, and you purse your lips for a moment, breathing in deeply before turning fully so you’re face-to-face with Haechan. “Looks like we’re gonna spend some more one-on-one time together.” he says with a secretive smile, and you swallow hard, not knowing what to expect from this little excursion.

Your phone eventually makes its way back to you and you look over the orders before putting your phone in your back pocket and heading to grab your coat, Haechan following diligently behind you.

“Okay, we’ll be back soon! Try to hang in there, guys.” you announce, stepping out of the apartment and holding the door open for Haechan, who exits and shuts it behind himself.

As you two make your way down the hall to the elevator, he speeds up slightly so he’s walking in front of you before turning fully around to face you, taking smooth backwards strides down the hall.

“Can I help you with something?” you ask, confused, and he shakes his head with a smile.

“Don’t mind me.” he replies, and you snort in amusement. 

“Kinda hard not to mind you when you seem hellbent on staring holes into my face.” you mutter as you press the elevator button.

“Not my fault you’re nice to look at.” he defends himself, and you look over at him instantly, shock written all over your face. “What’s wrong? Surely you’ve heard that about yourself before.”

“I sure have,” you agree readily, sighing in relief when the elevator door opens. Stepping in, you add, “I just haven’t heard it from the mouth of my friend’s boyfriend.”

“Ah, well.” He follows you into the elevator and shrugs with a “what can you do?” type of smile, making you narrow your eyes. “First time for everything, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you reply slowly, regarding him suspiciously. “Let’s try and make that first time the last time, okay?”

“No promises.” he murmurs, a smile audible in his voice. When you look over at him, he winks at you so quickly you almost think you imagined it, and you jolt, making a noise of bewilderment that sounds embarrassingly close to a mix of a squawk or squeak before turning to face forward again.

The weather actually feels quite nice, you realize when you both get outside, a light, cool breeze filtering through the trees, and you and Haechan walk alongside each other for the first two, maybe three minutes in silence before he breaks it.

“Can I ask you a question?” Haechan asks, looking over at you as you two walk to the deli.

“Depends… is it weird?” you return his question with another question, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Don’t think so.”

“Okay, then shoot.”

“I noticed your reaction to the smell of the weed smoke earlier,” he recalls, and you hum in acknowledgement. “Do you not smoke?”

“Not at all,” you reply, and he nods in understanding. “I don’t do any drugs.”

“Me either,” he replies, and a mildly surprised smile makes its way to your lips. “Can I ask if you have a reason for never wanting to try anything?”

You’re silent for a moment as you attempt to find the right words to explain yourself and Haechan waits patiently, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence before you break it. “I don’t like the feeling of not being in control of myself.” you say carefully, and he gives you an emphatic nod that piques your curiosity. “You too?”

“Somewhat, yeah, but I was mainly nodding because I completely get it. For me, I don’t like moving any slower than usual or feeling restricted in any way.” 

“That makes perfect sense, too.” you say, giving him a firm, approving nod of your own, and he chuckles quietly. “I’ve always wondered about what it might be like to just… mellow out and calm down, y’know?”

“Definitely,” he agrees. “They usually get so… happy.”

“Exactly! Well, except for when Chaewon starts crying out of nowhere.” you add.

Haechan laughs. “Yeah, I don’t know what that’s about.”

“That’s another thing, too.” you say, starting to feel more comfortable talking about it to someone who understands. “I feel like some drugs—especially, like, weed, LSD, acid, shrooms, and stuff like that—they tend to bring out, like, parts of your subconscious that are typically hidden away.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard about that and I’ve definitely seen it happen,” Haechan says, sounding surprisingly solemn.

“Yeah, so… whatever’s going on under the surface in here,” you say, tapping your temple, “is none of my business.” you finish with a resolute nod, making Haechan snicker. “I will simply continue raw-dogging life on this bitch of an earth.”

“That’s so real.” Haechan says through his laughter, making you smile.

“Thank you!” you chirp. “Also, when you say you don’t like moving slower or feeling restricted, do you mean in a physical or mental sense? Or is it both?”

“Hmm,” Haechan hums thoughtfully. “Definitely both. I just feel like… I would describe myself and my lifestyle as somewhat fast-paced, y’know? Like, not really very sedentary, I’m always on the move, and if I’m high off of, like, weed or something, I feel like all I’d be able to do is… vegetate…  and I hate the thought of that.”

“That’s so real,” you say, echoing Haechan’s earlier statement. “Well, you know, if you want to move faster, there’s always cocaine,” you joke, and he snorts loudly, clearly not expecting your comment. 

“I definitely wouldn’t try cocaine,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I can just imagine my poor mom if I came to visit her one day and I was all strung out and tweaking.”

“Aw, are you a mama’s boy?” you ask teasingly, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Maybe a little bit, yeah,” he admits with a shy smile, and you grin.

“That’s sweet.” you assure him, and he visibly relaxes, laughing with an air of bashfulness. “We’re here, by the way!” you point out, gesturing to the deli less than thirty feet away at the end of the block.

Haechan jogs slightly ahead of you, opening the door and holding it for you to enter.

“Thank you,” you say with a grateful smile as you step inside. The smell of the deli is delicious, the scents of various foods being cooked wafting through the air, and for a moment you half-expect to start floating involuntarily towards the tastiest smelling dish.

“Okay, let’s get these orders in,” you mutter to yourself before making your way over to where the grill cooks are stationed. “Hi, how are you feeling tonight?” you greet politely, exchanging brief pleasantries before continuing on with, “I actually have a pretty big order I’d like to place with sandwiches and sides, but I don’t mind waiting if I have to!”

“Go ahead, miss,” one of the cooks says, and you look down at your phone before starting to read off the orders.

Haechan stands off to the side and watches on as you rattle off the nine different sandwich and side order combos to the cooks, who nod and start to prepare them. When you’re finished, you turn to face Haechan and smile sweetly before leading him towards the drinks and snacks. 

“Okay, can you help me carry these to the front?” you ask Haechan.

“Of course, yeah,” he answers, and you start to hand him various drinks and snacks off of the note everyone wrote in.

“Okay, a raspberry peach Snapple for me… a Redbull for you—wait, Haechan, you like Redbull but you won’t try cocaine…? Seems fake,” you comment, and Haechan lets out a shocked laugh before raising his hands—well, he’s holding a drink in each hand, so fists—in surrender.

“Take it easy on me!” he begs jokingly, and you pretend to think about it before relenting with a smile and continuing to collect the drinks. 

“Mountain Dew for Seulgi… Sprite for Jeno… oop, and a Sprite for Chenle, too… root beer for Winter… blue Gatorade for Mark… Arizona raspberry iced tea for Yunjin, and finally, that XXX Vitamin Water that Chaewon’s always raving about.” You close the refrigerator door with your hip, the two of you carefully carrying your armfuls of beverages to the counter.

“I never got the Vitamin Water hype.” Haechan admits.

“It’s essentially juice, but like water with a splash of juice, maybe two if you’re lucky.” you say. “At least, that’s what I think, but some of them do actually taste pretty good, too.”

“Hm,” he remarks thoughtfully. “I don’t know, I just never got into it.” 

“You got into that Redbull pretty easily though, huh?” you tease, and he laughs, his cheeks pinking ever so slightly, and you’re glad he’s looking away so he can’t see how blatantly you paused to look at him.

“Miss, some of your order is ready!” One of the cooks calls out to you, and you shoot them a thumbs up as they bring two sandwiches and a couple of trays to the counter for you. “Do you want to pay now or when we’re finished preparing everything?”

“Oh, I can pay now! Just let me go get the chips and stuff.” you say before whizzing off to where the snacks are, returning shortly after with Seulgi’s Takis and Chenle’s red Doritos and placing them on the counter triumphantly. 

The worker manning the register rings your stuff up and reads you out the total, to which you respond by pulling out your phone to tap the card reader, but Haechan calls your name before you can complete the transaction, making you look over at him in confusion.

“I got it,” he offers, reaching for the card reader with his own phone only for you to shoot him a funny look and nudge his phone out of the way to finish paying with your own phone. 

“You didn’t have to pay for it, Haechan,” you assure him. “Think of it as the small fee I had to pay for disappearing from the country for about half of a year.”

“Yeah, but I was being a gentleman.” he protests with a frown.

“It’s okay! Be a gentleman to your girlfriend—not me.” you say with expectantly raised brows.

“I’m trying to impress you, though,” he points out, and you roll your eyes.

“Read the room, maybe?” you chuckle, and he scrunches his nose up in distaste. “Something wrong?”

“I’m not much of a reader.” he replies with a dismissive shrug, and you raise your eyebrows.

“I’m a librarian.” you remind him. “My job is literally all about reading.”

“On second thought,” Haechan blurts out, “I literally read every day, all the time.” When you snicker in amusement, he grins and continues with, “I’m being so serious. I’ve read every bottle of shampoo and body wash in my shower front to back!” he presses, and you burst into laughter. 

“You’re ridiculous.” you giggle as you recover from your laughing fit, and he grins shamelessly.

“I made you laugh, though,” he points out with a smug little grin. “So you kinda like it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie with a sniff, looking away. 

“You think I’m funny,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he gets closer. “And if earlier was any indication, you think I’m attractive.”

“Where are you going with this?” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“You like me.” he replies simply, and you choke on your spit. 

“Two fairly objective observations are not an indication of me liking you.” you splutter indignantly, and Haechan raises his brow.

“Being attractive is objective now?” he asks skeptically, and you glare at him, turning to the row of deli cooks pretending not to be watching your conversation intently.

“Is he a handsome guy?” you ask them, and they all look between each other with confusion and mild discomfort. “Literally no homo. Please relax. Is he a handsome guy or is he an uggo?” you emphasize, and one of them snorts.

“He’s definitely not ugly, no,” one of the cooks pipes up, and they all nod in agreement. “Handsome guy, actually.” 

“Good bone structure,” the cook beside him adds, and you could swear Haechan starts to blush. “Yeah, he’s a good looking dude.”

“Sí, muy guapo.” A cook you can’t even see chimes in, and you and Haechan look at each other, bewildered. 

“How many of you are back there?” Haechan asks as he chuckles nervously.

“No te preocupes, amigo.” the same cook says, still concealed from view. “Eres guapísimo.”

“Thank you, guys.” you reply gratefully before turning to stick your tongue out at Haechan triumphantly.

To your surprise, his gaze darkens. “Do that again.”

“No, I’m good.” you reply immediately, fixing your face and turning away from him. “Little freak.”

“Mm, maybe a little bit.” he hums, and you grimace.

“Yuck.” you mutter, narrowing your eyes in his direction. “Get a grip. As I was saying, me finding you funny or attractive has nothing to do with liking you.”

“Why wouldn’t you, though?” he presses, and you let out an exasperated sigh before turning fully to face him. 

“You have a girlfriend!” you whisper-shout, confused even further by the way he looks at you, smug and unimpressed.

“So that’s the only thing stopping you?” he says slowly, and you pause as you realize what you’ve admitted to.

“It’s the only thing that matters.” you huff with an air of finality, and Haechan just chuckles, stepping closer.

“Not this? Hm? Not how good—no—how right this feels?” he murmurs suggestively, and you shake your head firmly.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” you mutter, and he scoffs in disbelief. 

“Are you really gonna keep playing dumb?” 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sing-song, and he rolls his eyes.

“Sure.” he murmurs, amused. 

Desperate to change the topic, you look around, your eyes landing on the bags of food on the countertop.

“Man, those fries smell so good,” you groan, staring enviously at the bag containing Winter’s order of curly fries.

“Mm, yeah?” Haechan hums, looking from the bag to you. He puts a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture and pops open the plastic container. He pulls out a small handful of Winter’s curly fries, about as much as he can fit between his thumb and forefinger, and grins at you, winking before popping one in his mouth.

He reaches his hand out, offering you one of his stolen goods, and you hesitate for a second before deciding to reach forward and take the proffered curly fry. As you chew it, your eyes roll back into your head in ecstasy, the fried good the perfect amount of salty, crunchy, and warm.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, and he waves you off dismissively.

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “It’s our little secret, okay?”

“Jeez, I just met you tonight and you’re already trusting me with secrets?” you chuckle, and he shrugs.

“Well, should I not trust you?” he asks curiously, and you shake your head instantly in disagreement. 

“You can trust me, don’t worry.” you assure him, and he smiles widely, nodding slowly in understanding.

“Great.”

“The real question is if I can trust you,” you continue, and he chuckles.

“You can,” he says confidently, and you raise your eyebrows skeptically.

“How do I know I can trust that?” you ask, and he laughs, rolling his eyes slightly as he leans closer to you conspiratorially.

“That’s just a risk you’re gonna have to take.”

“No, thanks. I’m not big on risks.” you admit.

Haechan tilts his head to the side curiously. “You don’t take any risks?”

You pause to think about it, thoughts racing back to earlier when you made the mental pact with yourself to be more daring and take more risks. “Not really, no. Unless you count letting Yunjin drive.”

He snorts. “I’m talking big risks.”

You stare at him blankly. “Have you ever been in the car with Yunjin?”

Chuckling and shaking his head slightly, he says, “I have.”

“It’s pretty risky.”

“I’m talking about different risks, though. Think harder.” he presses. 

You sigh loudly but oblige, thinking about it again. “I guess studying abroad in Oxford felt pretty risky… I was essentially all alone on the other side of the world.”

He shakes his head. “Bigger,” he explains. “I’m talking about something that,” his gaze slowly falls to your lips and he continues, “could go really wrong.” 

It feels like he’s hinting at something, and you’re not sure you want to find out.

“Truthfully, I don’t get why I would take risks like those.” you say with a pensive frown, and he smiles, eyes still trained on your mouth with an unmistakable fascination as he steps closer to you, practically cornering you against the snack rack behind you, and if he hears your squeak of alarm, he chooses not to comment. 

“It’s about the reward,” he murmurs, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips slowly. “People take risks because they think that the reward is worth it in comparison to what could go wrong.”

“Well, I don’t think most risks I can think of off of the top of my head are worth it,” you say with a stumped pout.

“I can think of one I wanna take right now,” he hums softly, reaching up to rest one hand on the rack behind you, and you balk, finally starting to understand what he’s been hinting at.

“I, um, think that might be too risky.” you reply cautiously, and he chuckles quietly.

“I disagree,” he says plainly. “I think it’d be so worth it.” he breathes out, his gentle breath fanning over your lips, the minty scent tempting you more than you’d like to admit. 

“If you try and kiss me right now,” you say quietly, “I will bite your lip until it bleeds.”

He snickers and nods in understanding. “Understood.”

“Is that risk worth it now?” you ask wryly, and he bites back a laugh.

“I don’t know, let me find out.” he says, leaning in closer, and you yelp, pushing his chest reflexively and, when he barely budges, clapping a hand over your mouth and glaring at him as he laughs loudly. “Man, you’re cute.”

“Shut up,” you mutter contritely, moving your hand away when he relents and steps back. “Let’s not ask why I don’t feel comfortable taking risks and ask, instead, why you—” you poke his chest accusingly, “feel so comfortable being so reckless.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, explaining, “I don’t think it’s that I’m reckless—”

“Yeah, right.” you mutter.

He ignores you. “I think it’s that I want to know what it feels like to truly live.” he finishes, and you pause at that, genuinely taking in his words. “Life is too short to be scared to indulge, you know?”

“Well,” you say slowly, thoughtfully, “I guess that makes sense.”

His eyes widen slightly in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe I could stand to live a little more,” you ponder, noticing the way his eyes drift down to your lips once more and quickly adding, “but that doesn’t mean you can kiss me. I’ll still bite you.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks softly, teasingly, and you nod. “What if I said I kinda like it a little rough?”

“I’d say you’re in the wrong relationship.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, and Haechan’s eyes widen as he points at you with a bright, triumphant grin. “I’m joking! I’m joking.”

“I don’t think you are.” he replies smugly.

“Oh, brother.”

“You think I’m in the wrong relationship?” he presses, and you shake your head vehemently, desperately trying to cover your tracks.

“Only because Winter is not a ‘likes it a little rough’ kind of girl,” you explain quickly.

He nods in agreement. “This is true.” he admits, and you relax slightly, glad he gets your point. “So, who would be the right relationship for me, hm?” he teases, and you groan loudly, tipping your head back in exasperation. “Got any ideas?”

“Nope.” you answer flatly. 

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, leaning closer. “You sure about that?”

“Miss, the rest of your order is ready!” One of the cooks calls out, and you pounce on the interruption eagerly.

“Thank you!” you call back to the cooks before turning to Haechan with a relieved smile. “You know what? We’d better go back before they put out a Missing Persons report for us.” you dodge his taunting question from earlier and carefully remove yourself from your very compromising position, walking towards the counter of the bodega to collect the bags of food. “Are you coming or what?” you huff, attempting to conceal how flustered his previous line of questioning has left you by placing a hand on your hip impatiently.

He shakes his head with a chuckle, but meets you by the door, slipping his fingers in the loops of the numerous bags weighing down your index and middle fingers to relieve you of the burden. He leans forward, opening the door for you and gesturing for you to exit first. “You’re lucky I don’t want to hear any of them complain about their food being cold, because I could do this—” he gestures between the two of you, “all night and then some.”

“That’s great, Casanova,” you drawl, pointing ahead of you down the street towards where you’re heading. “Now walk.”

As you two walk back from the bodega, you can’t help but notice that Haechan’s path keeps veering slightly off-course, the male repeatedly bumping into you as you two walk. 

“You good?” you ask finally after what must be the eighth mini-collision, and Haechan chuckles, albeit somewhat sheepishly as he brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck. “Is there a reason why you keep bumping into me? Are the bags throwing you off-balance or something?”

“Would you, uh, believe me if I said that I just like you and want to be close to you?” he answers, and you stop short, blinking at him impassively which causes him to stop walking as well.

“Bold words for someone with a whole girlfriend back at the party.” you reply with a dismissive snort, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know what it is,” he says as you two slowly fall back into a comfortable pace. “I think we’d be good together.”

“Haechan,” you warn. 

“You fascinate me,” he admits plainly, staring at your face openly. “I wanna get to know you better.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” you say apprehensively. 

“I’m gonna learn about you eventually, because I’m not going anywhere.” he replies confidently. “I’m gonna learn everything about you—your hopes, your dreams, your fears—” he leans closer so his breath hits your cheek and continues, “what makes you tick.”

“Well, you wanna know something?” you offer, and he nods instantly, leaning towards you in anticipation. “Something that makes me tick is when guys with girlfriends hit on me very blatantly.”

“Ah, I see,” Haechan remarks thoughtfully. “So I should be more subtle.”

“I—well—no, that’s not really what I meant.”

“Well, what did you mean?”

“Stop saying flirtatious things!” 

“So you want me to stop saying flirtatious things—”

”Yes, that’s quite literally what I just said—”

“—and start doing flirtatious things.”

Your mouth snaps shut and you stare at him incredulously. “Not even remotely what I meant.”

“No, I think that’s what you were hinting at.” 

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You’d better believe it, baby.”

“Calling me ‘baby’ when you have a whole girlfriend is crazy, by the way.”

“Maybe I’m crazy. Did you think about that?”

“Clearly. I’ll let Winter know her boyfriend is actually an escapee from the insane asylum and she’ll just dump you.”

“So you can have me all to yourself… I like it.” He grins, and you open and close your mouth repeatedly, at a loss for words.

“Where are you hearing these things? Haechan, do you often hear things other people don’t?” you ask with patronizing concern, and he bursts out laughing. “It’s not funny, actually! Maybe I will tell Winter after all.”

“She won’t do anything,” he replies through his laughter.

“You’re right.” you agree in disappointment. “Poor girl. She’d probably think she can fix you.”

“I know what could fix me,” he says, fixing you in place with a serious stare.

“Haechan, you’re kinda scaring me.”

“Relax, it’s nothing crazy.”

“You’re not exactly what I’d consider a good judge of what’s crazy or not.”

“I just want your number, God.”

“Oh!” you reply, relieved, and an equally relieved smile appears on his face. “You’re not getting that.”

“Aw, come on!” he whines, leaning on you dramatically. “How am I supposed to get to know you?”

“Through speaking to me in person?”

“So you wanna see me… in person…” he trails off with a suggestive lilt to his voice, wiggling his eyebrows, and you suck your teeth. “If you like me, you can just say that, you know. I won’t tell.”

“You really are crazy.” you marvel, and he grins over at you.

“Is that… intrigue I detect in your voice?” he teases, and you balk.

“No?” you reply a bit too quickly, and his eyes light up.

“You’re intrigued by me!”

“I just wanna know how and where Winter found your crazy ass!”

“So you can go there and get yourself another me?” he replies, and you groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Hate to break it to you, princess, but there’s only one of me.”

“Thank God for that.” you mutter under your breath. “So, do you have, like, a mute button or something?”

“I’ll shut up for the rest of the walk back if you give me your number.” he says with a mischievous smile, and you roll your eyes, Haechan’s ever-so-keen eyes noticing your hesitation. “You’re totally thinking about it.”

“I really want you to stop before you get one or both of us in trouble.”

“I will be as quiet as a street rat if you give me your number and don’t block me before I can text you.”

“Damn, how’d you know I was gonna do that?”

“I know the signs of someone playing hard to get.” he says proudly, and you snort.

“I’m not playing hard to get, Haechan. You’re playing hard to get rid of.”

“And I’m gonna play until I win. Now—your number, please.” He smiles dazzlingly at you, pulling out his phone from his back pocket and handing it to you.

You stare at his unlocked phone then at his twinkling, hopeful eyes before sighing in defeat and taking the phone from his hand to enter your number.

“Hell yeah!” Haechan cheers, and you shoot him a judgmental stare.

“Ground rules.” you say plainly, and he nods, instantly attentive. He is cute, you think reluctantly, especially like this as he hangs on your every word like a puppy. “No texting me suggestive photos.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Keep the texts harmless.” you warn him, and he nods in agreement.

“You got it.”

“And don’t call or FaceTime unless it’s an absolute emergency.” you finish, and he scrunches his face up in confusion.

“What if the emergency is that I want to see you or hear your voice?”

“Absolutely bonkers thing to say with a girlfriend, by the way.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I have Instagram… just look at my pictures or something, I don’t know.”

“What if I want to see you right then exactly how you are?”

“That’s too bad.”

“Fine,” he huffs, and you already know this is going to be a bad decision. “What exactly constitutes an emergency?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. If you were injured or in danger or something and no one else was picking up?”

“Okay…” he trails off skeptically.

“Even then, though, I think you should just call emergency services.”

“You’re brutal,” Haechan remarks in awe. “I like it.”

“Watch it!”

“Watching,” he replies smoothly, grinning in your direction, and you turn to face forward quickly, hoping he didn’t catch your smile. “I saw that.”

“You saw nothing.”

“You smiled. You like me—at least a little bit!”

“First you’re hearing things, and now you’re seeing things? Maybe we should get you checked out.”

“…We?” he points out with a sly smirk, and you roll your eyes as you trudge ahead and up to the apartment building, repeatedly (and with an air of impatience) buzzing the intercom to be let in.

“Thank God we’re back.”

“Since when was the museum so damn expensive?” Chenle mutters in awe as he forks over the thirty dollars for the admission fee.

“It’s the price of knowledge,” Yunjin sighs with a shrug as she takes Chenle’s place at the ticket till and hands the attendant three $10 bills.

“Psst,” Haechan whispers to get your attention, and you turn your head slightly to see he’s leaning towards you. “This is enough to radicalize me,” Haechan huffs bitterly before releasing Winter’s hand and stepping forward to pay. You notice with a curious tilt of your head that he’s taken longer than the rest of your friends so far, despite using Apple Pay, but you don’t think much of it until he’s walked away with Winter and it’s your turn at the register, where the attendant hands you a ticket with a smile.

“Oh, I didn’t pay yet—”

“The gentleman before you paid for your ticket,” she explains with a small nod, and you pause, mentally buffering before smiling at the attendant, taking the ticket, and walking to join your group.

When you meet up with them, Haechan already has his eyes trained in your direction, his left eyelid dropping down into a secretive wink before he grins at you. 

“You’re too much,” you mouth at him, walking up beside him to nudge him with your shoulder surreptitiously. He lets out a small chuckle and shrugs as casually as he can before he tickles the palm of your hand with his fingers in a gesture that has you wondering if he plans to hold both your hand and his girlfriend’s. Before the thought can gain much traction, however, the tour guide for your group appears and introduces herself as she passes out museum maps to everyone in your party.

After introducing herself, she takes you through a corridor to the Egyptian art section, walking you by a preserved tomb and detailing funeral processions and Egyptian customs. The guide herself is very engaging and the artwork is fascinating, but you actually came on a mission to see certain wings of the museum. As she walks you through the Egyptian art wing, you consult your map, trying to see if there’s a point coming up where you can casually separate from the group. 

Initially, you were following after the tour guide, but now you’re admittedly starting to fall towards the back of the group due to your lack of interest in this particular time period, when the exhibit at the end of the hallway you just passed catches your eye. 

You look around you to see if anyone in your tour group is around, observing that the coast is clear before you attempt to break off from your group and do your own thing.

“And where are you sneaking off to?” Haechan’s voice appears out of seemingly nowhere, making you gasp as you whip your head around to look at him.

“Why?” you ask, furrowing your brows. “Are you gonna snitch on me for leaving?”

“I’m not snitching,” he promises you, and you relax slightly before he continues with, “I’m coming.”

You stop short and look at him like he’s grown a second head. “You seem to be mistaken.” 

“Definitely not that,” Haechan assures you, and you roll your eyes before quickly turning to leave. He catches up with you easily, making you huff quietly in frustration, and continues to attempt to persuade you, saying, “You need someone with you in case you get lost.”

“Haechan, if I’m with someone and I’m lost, then I’m pretty sure they’re as good as lost too.” you explain slowly, and Haechan pauses to think, leaving you the open opportunity to slip away from him yet again.

He manages to find you yet again, grinning triumphantly when he does, and argues, “I think you should travel with someone—like me—who has a map.”

“Haechan, I am quite literally holding the map they just gave me.” you remind him, and he seems to buffer in real-time, lips parting to form a shocked little “O” shape that is, for all its silliness, stupidly attractive on him.

You’ll give it to him; he’s definitely not lacking in the looks department. 

“Well—haven’t you ever heard of the buddy system? There’s safety in numbers, y’know.” Haechan catches up with you once more as you speed walk down a mostly empty hallway. 

“Oh, my God, fine.” you whisper-yell exasperatedly. “Fine, you can come with me.”

He perks up immediately, smiling brightly and you can see his body relax as you gradually slow your pace into a comfortable stroll so he can fall into stride with you.

“Great,” he says happily. “Where are we going first?”

“Well, I really want to see the Greek sculptures…” you half-say, half-suggest hopefully.

“Okay, sounds great; let’s go!”

“Haechan.” 

“Mhm?”

“Can you walk faster, please? I’m not trying to lose a whole person in the Met.” you complain, stopping in your tracks and turning around to let Haechan catch up to you. The section you’re passing through is packed, the room filled with the din of various animated conversations all overlapping one another.

“Sorry, I’m just taking in all the art in front of me,” he replies, and your expression softens as you remember that this is, in fact, a museum exhibit you’re standing in and not merely a hallway to where you want to go.

“Yeah, the paintings are beautiful,” you agree, and he looks over at you with a confused look.

“Oh—yeah, the paintings are cool, too.” he answers unconvincingly, and you stare at him expressionlessly.

“What were you looking at if not the paintings?” you ask, confused, and he looks you up and down pointedly as if to answer your question. “You’re ridiculous,” you groan, turning to walk away.

“Oh, come on, you can’t blame me! You in that outfit is a goddamn masterpiece.” he defends himself, and you just sigh loudly as you keep walking. 

“Keep up!” you quip, and he catches up to you, leaning down slightly so his lips are by your ear.

“Don’t even get me started on this cute little skirt you’ve got on,” he murmurs suggestively, and an involuntary shudder travels down your spine from the ticklish sensation of his breath on the hair on the back of your neck. “Kinda driving me crazy,” he half-mumbles, half-chuckles.

“It can’t be that hard to drive you crazy,” you point out. “You already live on the corner of Bonkers Boulevard and Delulu Drive.”

“Wow, and you call me a menace?” he snorts in amusement, reaching over to pinch your side in retaliation and laughing when you dance away with a giggle. “Come back, I thought we had to stick together,” he complains.

You roll your eyes but stop just ahead of him, hands placed on your hips as you wait for him to catch up. 

“That’s better,” he finally says when he’s beside you once more. “You know, maybe we should hold hands.” he suggests, smiling wider and nodding vigorously in an attempt to convince you when you look over at him with a “no” already on the tip of your tongue.

“And why would we do that?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in a patronizing act of confusion.

“It’s crowded. What if someone walks between us and you turn to enter an exhibit but I don’t see where you went?” He frowns petulantly, and you scoff dismissively. 

“You can hold my purse,” you offer, holding it out to him.

“How is that gonna help me stay close to you?” he asks with a frown, and you shoot him a look.

“It’ll help me stay close to you,” you clarify. “All my stuff is in there, so I’m not going anywhere that bag’s not going.”

“Hm. I’d rather hold your hand but I guess this will do.” he sighs dramatically, and you snicker.

“Keep wishing.” you reply casually.

“Oh, I will. Got any loose eyelashes I can wish on and blow away?” 

“No.”

“Lucky pennies?”

“I don’t have change. Does the universe take Apple Pay?” you reply in a bored tone, and he snorts loudly in amusement.

“Man, gorgeous and funny,” he sighs contentedly, and it’s your turn to exhale in amusement. “Fine. I’ll wait until 11:11 to make the wish.”

“You know that because you told me what you’re gonna wish for, it’s not gonna come true now, right?” you remind him with a teasing smile, and his eyes widen comically.

“I’ll wish for something different.” he relents, and you can’t help but frown slightly at the crestfallen look on his face. You look around to see if anyone you know is nearby and, seeing no one, let out a defeated yet amused sigh before reaching out and linking your fingers with his. “I knew you liked me,” he remarks with an air of smug satisfaction, and you scowl at him before ripping your fingers from his. 

“...And you’re done.”

“Nope, too late,” he replies with a wide grin as he links his fingers with yours again, either oblivious to the fight you’re putting up or simply unfazed. “We’re locked in now.” he teases, and you raise your brows in a silent challenge. 

“Oh, yeah? Should I call you something cutesy like—oh,” you say, stopping mid-sentence and turning to look at him with a slowly growing mischievous smile. “What was that name Winter called you on the way here?”

“Oh, please don’t.” 

“Was it Snookums?” you think aloud, and he groans, tossing his head back dramatically.

“Please?”

“Cuddlebug?”

“No—”

“Oh!” you exclaim, snapping your fingers and pointing at him. “Pookie Bear.” you say triumphantly, and the grimace on his face is beyond rewarding.

“You don’t have to call me that,” Haechan says hurriedly. “In fact, I’d rather you not—”

“But I love calling you Pookie Bear, Pookie Bear.” you coo affectionately, putting extra emphasis on the embarrassing pet name to leave it dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“You know what’s kind of crazy?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“Besides you? No.”

“Ha, ha.” he drawls. “What’s crazy is that it’s kinda hot the way you say it.” he points out, and you whine loudly in protest. 

“I can’t have anything, man! I get to torment you back for less than two minutes, and your freaky little self likes it?” you gripe under your breath as you pull him towards the large sign indicating the doorway to the beginning of the Greek sculptures exhibit. “We’re here!” you announce happily.

“Anything I should know before we enter this section?” he asks curiously, and you think for a moment before nodding.

“Most, if not all, of these statues have micropenises.” you warn him, and roll your eyes instantly at the immediate amusement on his face. “Keep the dick jokes to a minimum.”

“You got it, princess.” he agrees, nodding cooperatively, and you whirl around to look at him.

“Princess?!”

“You call me Pookie Bear, I call you princess.” he says with a nonchalant shrug, and you narrow your eyes at him in a silent staredown. “It’ll grow on you,” he says confidently as he starts walking into the exhibit.

And as you’re tugged along after him, protesting all the while that “it most certainly will not,” you can’t help but feel like it already has—that is, if the sensation you’re feeling of a lone butterfly fluttering around your stomach has anything to do with it.

“Haechan,” you whisper urgently, shaking your linked hands to get his attention.

He looks over at you curiously, eyebrows raised expectantly, and you point towards a sign in the corridor. “What is it?” he asks. “The café?”

You nod. “I’m hungry.” 

“Honestly, I could eat,” he agrees, and you beam up at him, tugging him towards the entrance to the café.

The café is lovely, with a fairly large selection of ready-to-eat foods, and you and Haechan walk around the tables of food before you spot one in the distance and slip your hand out of his to go check it out. 

No less than a moment after you’ve let go of Haechan, he practically snatches your hand back up, stubbornly linking his fingers with yours once more.

When you shoot him a look, he just stares at you with a challenge in his eyes, daring you to let go again.

“You’re something else.” you laugh, and he shrugs.

“Give a guy a warning next time,” he replies. “I wasn’t ready to let go.”

“Warning: I’m about to let go,” you say patronizingly, and he just shakes his head. “Wh—no? What do you mean, no?”

”No, you’re not.” he says simply.

“I literally am,” you let out a laugh of disbelief before attempting to tug your fingers from his again. “Haechan, quit being a brat!”

“It’s in my DNA,” he replies with a dismissive shrug. “I like holding hands.”

“Hold your own hand, then.” you snicker, and he shakes his head decisively. 

“Like holding your hand better.” he coos fondly, and you roll your eyes. “Just take me with you to check out the food, princess.”

“I’m ignoring that,” you huff, but lead him to the sushi rolls you were staring at nonetheless. “Happy now?”

“Thrilled,” he confirms as he smiles over at you, and you bite down on your lip to hide the smile that threatens to greet him. “What are you gonna get?”

“Nothing crazy,” you muse, picking up a tray and inspecting the rolls inside. “Maybe just this and a drink.”

“Which one’s that?” Haechan asks curiously, peering over your shoulder. 

“California roll,” you answer with a smile before reaching into the refrigerated drink section and grabbing an organic peach soda.

Haechan follows your lead, picking up a sushi roll container and snagging a Dr. Pepper from the drink area before you two make your way to the cashier to pay.

The cashier greets you both with a friendly smile and rings you up first. When you’re about to pay, Haechan grips the back of your cardigan and firmly but gently pulls you away from the counter before tapping his phone to the payment screen.

“You didn’t need to do that,” you huff with a frown, and he just smiles as the receipt comes out.

“I’m a gentleman,” he replies simply as the cashier rings him up, and you snort in amusement.

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” you ask dryly, and he narrows his eyes at you. When it’s his turn to pay, you inch closer to the payment screen in the hopes to return the favor, but Haechan is one step ahead of you, plucking your phone from your hand with ease and pocketing it before tapping his phone to the screen again.

“Yeah, it is,” he replies with a cheery grin, smugness laced in his voice. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You two thank the cashier before heading towards the back of the café, where you sit at the corner table, Haechan sliding in beside you.

“You couldn’t sit over there?” you ask flatly, gesturing to the empty spot in front of you, and he shakes his head with a teasing smile. “Of course not.” you sigh in defeat, instead opening your California roll tray and breaking the wooden chopsticks to start eating. “What’d you get?”

Haechan pauses to look at the label on his container before opening it. “Seaside salmon roll,” he replies, snapping his chopsticks neatly into two before picking up a piece of sushi from the carefully composed roll.

“Ooh, yum,” you say before placing a piece of your own roll into your mouth and chewing, your eyes sliding shut in bliss. “God, that’s good.”

“This sushi tastes like heaven,” Haechan groans happily, and you giggle, your mood lifting with some good food entering your system. 

“Hey,” you say as you pick up your next piece, “I just realized; what if they want to get food after this?” you ask, and he shrugs.

“Either we’re not hungry, or we get something small.” he suggests, and you nod in agreement before eating the next piece of sushi.

“Are you gonna be sneaky and pay for that, too?” you ask, unamused, and he nods proudly. “I can pay for my own food, you know; my librarian job makes decent pay.”

“Yeah, well, I can pay, too. My job definitely pays decently.” Haechan replies stubbornly.

“Oh, yeah? And what do you do?” you question.

“I’m a wine sommelier for a high-end restaurant downtown.” he answers proudly, and you purse your lips in quiet defeat.

“That actually does sound like a decent-paying job.” you admit, and he nods confidently. “Well, hey, did you know they sell wine here?” 

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, looking around for the wine menu and relaxing once you point it out to him. 

“Yep. So tell me, Mr. Sommelier, which wine would go best with my California roll?” you quiz him, and his lips quirk up into a smile.

“What’s the taste like?” he asks, and you pick up a piece and put it on his tray, signaling for him to try it. “Without tasting it, I’d say a nice… light, fruity wine would be good for this.” he suggests before placing the piece of sushi in his mouth. As he chews, his smile widens and he nods in confirmation, adding, “I’d definitely say a nice Pinot Grigio would go great with this. The sweet and light notes of the Pinot Grigio would go really well with the flavors here.”

You’re not going to lie to yourself; it’s a little attractive to see him talk about something he knows so much about. 

“Yeah?” you hum. “What about yours?”

“Oh, Pinot Noir, for sure. It’s sharp enough to match the heaviness of the salmon, but not too sweet where it takes away from the overall flavor.”

You nod, taking in the information and secretly composing yourself as your insides squeal girlishly at his confident explanation.

“That’s pretty cool, Haechan,” you remark, impressed, and he smiles in satisfaction.

“Isn’t it? You know, we should go on a wine tasting date some time.” he suggests, and you shoot him a suspicious side glance.

“A wine tasting what?” you press.

“Did I say date?” Haechan asks with a chuckle, and you nod slowly, still regarding him carefully. “I meant outing. A wine tasting outing.”

“Nice save,” you snort, and he huffs petulantly.

“It’s not my fault,” he defends himself. ‘I was distracted.”

You raise an eyebrow skeptically. “Distracted?” you ask, and he nods firmly.

“Yeah, your little skirt is messing with my head.” Haechan grunts, and you look down at your lap with a bewildered questioning noise.

To be fair, it is a cute skirt; your beige and black plaid pleated skirt was carefully selected from your closet earlier and clearly must have been a flattering choice, given that Haechan literally can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Then look up and not at my legs, silly.”

“But if I look up, I see—” he starts to complain but stops as he does just that, looking up from his—well, your—lap and trailing off slowly as he gazes at you.

You’re pretty sure you don’t need to hear what he was going to say, because his face reads loud and clear; there’s desire swimming clearly in his gaze and his lips are parted ever so slightly as he spaces out staring back and forth from your lips to your eyes.

“If you look up, you see… my face?” you supply in an attempt to help him regain his sensibility, and his lips part more as he struggles to find the right words. “I mean, yeah, and my shirt? Well, it’s a white tank—like, yeah, it’s a little short, but—and this is just a beige cardigan, so it’s not as distracting if you look up instead—”

“If I look up,” Haechan says carefully, “I see you.”

For a moment, you’re rendered speechless as the implications of his words sink in.

Looking at him again, you realize there’s an awe in his eyes as he watches you, an adoration almost, and the context of him seeing you sets in. His eyes rove over your face with an almost greed, darting around rapidly as he frantically takes in every detail he can manage to commit to memory. 

He’s not looking at you like he’s undressing you, like he’s groping you with a glance; he’s looking at you like you’re one of the seven wonders of the world—like he can’t quite contemplate everything he’s seeing, but he’s damn sure going to try. His gaze caresses you like you’re an antique artifact at the museum that could break if you so much as stare at it too hard.

Observing the way he looks at you is the closest you’ve come yet to understanding how and why the eyes have been referred to as the windows to the soul. His gaze is so open, so vulnerable and wondrous that you have to ponder, for a moment, if this is what it looks like to fall in love.

You push the thought from your head as soon as it emerges, not willing to give it any space in your mind, but you can’t shake the way his gaze completely unravels you. 

He watches you like he can see every complexity of your personality in your pores; like he can see your unspoken words reflected in the gloss on your lips—like your eyes hold the manuscript of your hopes and dreams and he’s about to pore over it, memorizing it down to the letter.

He looks at you like he’s dangerously close to seeing you; you, past your barriers and caution tape; you, with all your intricacies and contradictions; and you, with all the hope and yearning and vulnerability you’ve had since your youth that you’ve been trying to convince everyone is no longer around. 

You’re utterly overwhelmed with all the thoughts swimming in your brain at the moment, and one thought swims up to the forefront, displaying itself loud and clear and unignorable. 

He looks at you like he’s falling in love.

“Haechan, please stop looking at me like that,” you beg in a whisper, scared to speak any louder in case your voice trembles. Something about the intensity of his gaze is beautiful and terrifying all at once, and you’re not ready for him to see you unraveled like this.

Haechan must be able to sense the panic in your voice, your underlying fear of being truly seen and known undoubtedly ringing out in the silence between you two, because he smiles reassuringly and relents, softening the intensity of his gaze until he’s displaying nothing more than mild curiosity and fascination.

“Thanks.” you mutter shyly, averting your gaze to inspect your cuticles in a feeble attempt to act natural.

“No problem. Can I say something, though?” he asks, and you nod, internally bracing yourself. “Have you heard of twin flames?”

“Yeah, isn’t that like soulmates, kinda?” you reply.

something about him was made for somebody like me baby, come over, come over and god knows i’m trying, but there’s just no use in denying

“Kinda,” he says slowly. “Some people call them ‘mirror souls,’” he explains. “Essentially, they’re two people with an intense soul connection that makes them complete when they’re together.”

You pout thoughtfully. “Like two halves of a whole?”

“Something like that, yeah,” he agrees. “The term ‘mirror souls’ is a bit more fitting, because they complement each other; they’re opposites in crucial ways, but in ways that could either ruin things or make them work really well together.”

”Okay,” you say carefully. “Well, thanks for the mini lesson. Why’d you bring that up?”

“I feel drawn to you.” he explains in a rush, almost like he’s been waiting for the opportunity to say it. “Like, I can’t explain it, but when I first met you, I felt—I don’t know—something.”

“I’d wager that the something you felt was just the blood rushing down to your d—” you remark dryly, but he cuts you off, shaking his head. 

“It wasn’t.” he insists. “I felt a connection. And you felt it too—remember?”

“No,” you lie. You remember all too well, actually. 

“You flirted with me.” he reminds you with a triumphant grin, and you frown. 

“That was before I found out you were dating my friend!”

“So the connection magically went away? Hm? The initial attraction you had to me just vanished into thin air?” he presses.

“I locked it in a closet.” you admit. “It can’t come out.”

“Well, unlock it.”

“I have swallowed the key.” you reply stubbornly.

“Well, I’m picking the lock.” he counters, and you gape at him indignantly.

“You can’t do that!”

“And why not?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you remind him, and he has the audacity to scoff and roll his eyes, making you gasp in horror. “Ooh, I’m telling.”

“Who cares about that?” he asks, waving a hand dismissively.

“Um, gee, I would wager that your girlfriend does.” you reply sarcastically. “And you should care, too.”

“All that yapping—”

“I know this boy did not just say I’m yapping—”

“—and you still didn’t say that you care.” he finishes, and you stop short, blinking at him in surprise. “Gotcha.”

“Oh, shut up,” you groan. “I’m not your girlfriend, you know—I don’t have to put up with this.”

“Do you want to be her?” he asks, and you freeze, staring at him incredulously.

“No? I barely know you, and from what I do know, you like stepping out on your girlfriend.”

“False. I don’t like to step out on my girlfriend,” he corrects you, and you roll your eyes. “I just like you.”

“Stop saying that.” you warn.

“I mean it.” he says simply.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble if you keep talking like that.” you reply nervously.

“The risk is so worth it though, don’t you think?” he murmurs conspiratorially, and you stare at him blankly.

”No.” you reply flatly, entirely unamused.

Haechan pouts—somehow handsomely—and nudges you with his shoulder, saying, “Come on… try living a little.” 

“No.”

”You know you want to.” he coaxes, and you grumble unintelligibly under your breath.

”What I want is for you to drop the subject,” you say, batting your lashes at him for the effect. “Pretty please?”

His gaze darkens slightly. “Beg again.”

“I didn’t beg!” you splutter, both indignant and flustered by the shift in the air. “I requested politely.” 

“Well, request politely again. You’re really cute when you do that, you know.”

”And on that note, this conversation is over. Now,” you say slowly, patting your lap and nudging him with your shoulder. “I think we should probably get back. Y’know… before they notice we went missing.”

“I guess you’re right,” Haechan agrees with a reluctant sigh, gathering your and his food containers and standing up. “Lead the way, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” you whisper loudly, and he grins cheekily as you two make your way to exit the museum café.

“Stop liking it and I’ll stop doing it.” He retorts, stopping in front of you suddenly so you bump into him. 

“Haechan!” you can’t help but laugh at his refreshingly playful nature, and he looks over at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re kind of a brat?”

“Yes, actually.” he replies thoughtfully. “But it takes one to know one.”

You stop short and he turns back to look at you curiously. “Are you calling me a brat?”

“Yes,” he replies easily with a smile. “Yes, I am.” And before you can retaliate, he’s speed walking towards the garbage to throw out your waste, stopping just in front of the exit to wait for you. When you get closer, still staring at him with narrowed eyes, he shoots you a dazzling smile and opens the door, holding it for you.

”Ladies first.”

“Oh, now you’re a gentleman.”

“What do you mean, ‘now?’” Haechan replies, shocked. “I let you sit first, I held the door for you, I threw out your garbage for you and paid—”

“Which you definitely shouldn’t have done, by the way.” you interject, and he stares blankly at you. “Don’t get me wrong, my wallet and I appreciate you greatly, but I was more than capable of paying for myself.”

“It’s okay,” he muses lightheartedly, shrugging. “You can just make it up to me sometime.”

You pause, staring at him suspiciously. “And how would I do that?”

“I’ll come up with something,” he replies with a small secretive smile. 

“I don’t like the sound of that.” you say slowly, and he laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulders goodnaturedly. 

“It won’t be anything drastic,” he assures you. “Just something like… a kiss.”

“A kiss?” you splutter, and he grins, nodding. “You’d better be joking.”

He turns his head towards you, tightening his grip around your neck not enough to be overbearing but just enough to prevent you from turning your face away. “And what if I’m not?” His voice softens as he continues, “Hm?”

A long silence passes between you two—far longer than socially acceptable—during which Haechan stares pointedly at your mouth and you attempt to avoid doing the same. After what feels like ages, you break the tension-laden quiet by clearing your throat and walking forward and out of his embrace.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?” you say over your shoulder, and Haechan chuckles as he catches up to you.

“I do.” he replies simply, and you snort. He leans over, bringing his lips to your ear, and murmurs, “And I think you like it.”

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chapter three pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

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CHAPTER THREE: CONTRACT

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word count: 4k

warnings: cursing, mention of slight violence, mention of alcohol, mentions of your drunk self trying to jump jake’s bones, pet names

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"GET YOUR ASS up," You feel a heavy presence on the top of your head, waking up from the previous alcohol induced slumber that allowed you to stay asleep until the afternoon. Pulling the pillow away from your face which Jay had decided to throw on top of you as a wake up call, you blinked slowly to adjust to the change in light.

Jay stood on the opposite end of the room, folding up the comforter that was previously on the floor with narrowed eyes. His sweats hung low along his hips, his upper half shirtless while his hair had been shaken of the water from his shower, sticking up in a few awkward ways due to his lack of brushing.

"It's 1:30," He speaks up, gesturing toward the digital clock that was hung up along his wall, the modern sleek look of it blending in nicely with his decor.

"My head," You mumble, grimacing as you sat up. A small snort comes from the boy, pointing toward the water bottle and smaller white container on the bedside table.

"Your ass wouldn't stop rolling around last night so I had to sleep on the floor," Jay huffs, picking up the lone pillow he took down with him in the middle of the night. "Should've just let you and Jake hook up, he would've had to dealt with you," He adds on through a mumble, not intending for you to hear but didn't care if you did either way.

Picking up your head, your brows frown as you sat up. Jay lets out a small laugh, your hair sticking up in all directions due to being pressed against the pillows all night and slight smudge to your make up. Rolling your eyes knowing you probably looked as bad as you felt, you pick up the pill bottle and water, popping two into your mouth and swallowing it down with the drink that your body desperately needed to rehydrate.

"What're you talking about?" You finally ask, wincing at the hoarse sound of your voice. Coughing a few times to clear it, Jay watches with a face that displayed his disgust in more ways than one.

"You done?" He asks once you finally still in your fit. With a bored look, you reluctantly nod while he sends you a sarcastic smile back. "You're telling me you don't remember anything from last night?"

Pausing, you attempt to recall the previous events. Everything became a blur after heading to the dance floor, unable to pinpoint what was real or not. "Uh, aside from drinking a lot, no," You shrug, not seeing the problem considering the handful of times you've blacked out, most of which in Jay's care so he should've been used to it. "To be fair, I'm pretty sure I drank a lot of that poison punch Jungwon made—"

With an obviously disgruntled sigh, Jay interrupts you by holding up his phone. You squint, attempting to see before holding out your hand, sending him a pointed look knowing your eye sight wasn't the best. Holding it up close, the video replays and your eyes widen seeing you and Jake on one of couches downstairs, it being undeniable as you're seen on his lap, practically dry humping in the middle of the party that seemed in full swing while making out.

Your mouth falls ajar, horrified by your intoxicated self's actions. You barely even knew Jake, sure you've seen him a few times and sure, he sort of (definitely) saved you but that didn't open up a connection. Did it?

"Do you remember trying to fight Bianca James too?"

You blinked, tilting your head in confusion. "Who?"

Jay runs a hand across his face, turning away not knowing what was worse: you not knowing the millionaire trust fund baby's name or the fact that you didn't remember almost ripping her extensions out the night before.

"Bianca James? Daughter of the CEO that's dominating the business industry right now? The girl who literally gets driven around by a chauffeur to campus?" He rambles, obviously exasperated by your lack of knowledge though it was generally something everyone knew.

"The one with the botched nose job?"

Jay's face falls flat, throughly surprised that that was what you remembered of her reputation. "She got it fixed,"

"Well I don't know I'm not a business major! And I live off campus, everything that I know about school popularity comes from you guys," You answer with a shrug. "Yunjin says she's a bitch, so whatever it was, it was probably deserved that we were hair pulling. I play nasty when I'm drunk, you know that—"

"Bianca's has had a crush on Jake for like, four years. Their families have been in a partnership ever since Jake's dad wanted to expand to the West with the company. She's crazy, once she graduated last year she followed him here to Uni. His parents are pushing for them to get together because it'll make her happy which'll make her dad happy,"

You frown your brows, not seeing the point of his ramble. "Okay? So she's obsessed with him. That's not my problem, Jake's a known playboy either way so why does it matter if we hook up? Not that we did obviously since I ended up here but still,"

"She called you a dirty skank because she showed up to the party in the middle of you and Jake jumping each other on the couch. You, being drunk off your ass with mixed light and dark liquor, told her that just because she didn't have anyone to dick her down for the night didn't mean she had to make it everyone's problem," Jay deadpans, rather unamused while you bite back a laugh.

"I mean... yeah and I stand by that,"

"Point is, you two went back and forth until you got tired of it and tried to walk away but she pulled you back and you jumped on her. She started screaming, you were dragging her by the hair while Jake and Heeseung had to pull you off 'cause she didn't know how to fight and you were going in on her like we were back in high school," Jay explains in full while you nod along, his words causing your spotty memory to come back piece by piece to confirm he was right.

"Oh," You mumble, staring down at your hands. Your previously manicured nails were rough, one of them chipping on one hand while the other had a press on nail broken off, leaving your natural nail underneath evidently scrapped up and red. There was a slight redness to your right hand, the knuckles beginning to bruise in the smallest spot but aside from that, there were no other injuries on your end. "Damn, my bad. Party foul I guess,"

Jay shakes his head, unable to comprehend how you didn't remember a lick of last night but seemed relatively fine. Watching as he walked toward the bathroom, you shot your head up.

"Shit, Jay, I'm broke. What if she sues me?"

YOUR NOSE SCRUNCHES up at the incoming call, the unfamiliar number not ringing any bells causing you to press the reject button for the third time. You were sprawled out under one of the large trees on campus, your blanket that you always tucked away in your car for sunny days coming in handy as the weather grew warmer, allowing for you to wait between your classes while enjoying the fresh air and sun. You were perched up against the tree stump, headphones in listening to music with a book in hand.

The music pauses once again, the shrill of your ringtone causing you to let out a small groan in frustration. Decidedly having enough of the unknown number not getting the hint or leaving a message, you press accept to connect the call.

"Hello?" You speak first, the line quiet for a beat too long.

"Would it kill you to ever answer the phone?"

"You sound like my mom," You snort before realizing Jay had been the culprit in your interruptions. "Whose phone are you calling me from? Idiot I almost blocked you, kept stopping my music,"

"My phone died, this is Heeseung's number," Jay answers with a shrug, though you couldn't see him before he shakes his head. "Anyway, it's important obviously since I kept calling—"

"You couldn't have sent a message to let me know it was you and not a spam caller?"

"You're in deep shit," He finishes, ignoring your comment causing you to frown your brows. "Jake's looking for you, so just, don't be surprised if he shows up randomly,"

"What're you talking about?" You ask, not following the conversation at all. It had been a near week since the events of the frat party. No word had come of it, the first two you walked around rather cautious, prepped to run away if anyone came up to you with a stack of legal papers but nothing ever came. Living off campus, having entirely different areas of study, and not lingering for longer than needed for your classes allowed for you to stay entirely under the radar and out of Jake or Bianca's sight.

"I don't know, he went home yesterday and came back this morning saying he had to talk to you. It's important I guess. He wouldn't tell me but I'm assuming it has to do with last weekend," Jay explains, not being much help in providing context causing you to roll your eyes.

"Well obviously, I never spent more than three minutes around him before that," You huff, shutting your book and beginning to collect your things. "It's fine, he doesn't know my schedule and I go home after my last class so I can avoid him for now,"

"Uh,"

"What?" Pausing in your process, you take Jay's silence as a bad sign of him being an idiot. "Jongseong tell me you didn't tell him where I was,"

"I only told him that you'd be on campus for lectures today and he asked till when and I said till like 4 but that was before he explained why!" Jay rushes, words jumbled together in attempt to save himself. "I didn't tell him where, you're a lit major, the English department is huge and he has classes today too so it should be fine—"

"You're such an idiot," You breathe out, eyes widening at the convenience of the man of the hour that seemed to be wandering aimlessly looking around. Picking up your bag and slinging the blanket over your head to cover up your features, you begin to walk to opposite way, ignoring the poking leaves that still clung to the material. "I'm gonna kill you Jay, seriously he's looking for me which gives Bianca fuel to actually sue me if she wanted to cause she's crazy and already doesn't like me,"

"Well she has a reason,"

"She started it," You shoot back, voice almost a whisper into the phone in fear of speaking too loudly and gaining the brunettes attention that was across the way. In reality the sight of a bright red blanket being tossed over a persons body in the middle of comfortable heat was enough to gain anyone's attention, not that you were thinking clearly in the first place though. "I only regret it cause she's rich, stupid rich with the ability to ruin my life,"

There was another voice that was muffled through the line, Jay bickering with the owner. With a sigh, he speaks directly into the phone. "Alright, Hee wants his phone back so I gotta go. You're welcome by the way, you know, for the heads up,"

"Whatever, charge your phone I'll text you later," You mumble, bidding a goodbye to the boy who agrees and soon the line clicked, indicating that the call was ended. Looking around, you stop short realizing that you were headed in the wrong direction that your lecture would be. Slowly turning in attempt to find where Jake should've been, you pause with no sight of him. Assuming that the blanket was blocking your peripheral vision, you spin around fully only to let out a rather loud yelp in surprise.

Jake's eyes widen, shushing you and sending the few heads that turned a sheepish smile, reassuring that everything was fine. Catching your breath due to the sudden jump scare, you shake your head at him.

"What're you doing here?"

"Why're you avoiding me?"

You purse your lips at his retort. "Who says I was avoiding anybody?"

Jake lets out a small snort, picking one of the leaves off of the blanket with a pointed look. "Right, so you regularly go around like this?"

Wordlessly, you pull the blanket off of your body, Crumbling it up against your chest, one hand reaches out to flatten your hair that was sure to be sticking up in a few places. "Yeah, Thursdays. That's my thing, it's been cold, you know?"

Deciding against going back and forth, Jake checks the time on his phone momentarily. "How important is your next class?"

"Why?" You question, his answer being a reflection of what yours would be.

He shrugs half heartedly, looking around before his eyes settle back on you. His expression nearly unreadable, the smile he forced onto his lips not reaching his gaze causing your stomach to turn involuntarily. "Lets go eat,"

YOU SAT AWKWARDLY picking at the basket of fries between the two of you. You ended up on opposite sides of a booth in a well known burger place on campus, two drinks and the fries between you the only things ordered though Jake insisted on getting whatever you wanted.

You weren't necessarily hungry, having your lunch not too long ago and the thought of packing down a messy burger while having a sort-of serious conversation didn't seem like the best idea. Thus, the two of you sat silently, the soft music that played throughout the restaurant being the only noise to fill the space between you.

Taking a sip from the lemonade you ordered, you played with the garnish that was added to the rim. Growing antsy with the silence, you let out a small sigh. "Hey, uh, I didn't miss my lecture just for us to sit here right?"

Jake, who had seemed to be in a daze staring at the salt and pepper shakers at the corner of the table, blinks at the sound of your voice. Processing the words, he shakes his head. With a clear of his throat, he speaks. "No, no, sorry. I'm just trying to figure out how to explain this to you,"

"That's reassuring," You hum, sarcasm dripping from your words.

"Bianca is trying to cause trouble now because of what happened," Jake finally blurts, not knowing which way to start so he figured ripping off the bandaid would be best.

Your eyes widen slightly, stiffening up at the new information. "Jesus christ I didn't think she'd actually try to sue me over extensions,"

A small snort came from Jake, amused by your words as he shakes his head. "She's not quite there yet," He reassures, the tiniest of smiles quirking at the corners of his lips. "She did, however, go cry to her dad per usual. Word about me and you got back to my parents and they were on my ass about what happened,"

You tilt your head, not following where the conversation was meant to head if it weren't you ending up in legal debt. "Okay?"

"I had to lie," He starts off, wearily holding up his hands to show he meant no offense causing your suspicion to grow.

"About what exactly?"

"Well, keep in mind if I didn't then you probably would've gotten served papers over even held in a jail cell overnight," Jake clarifies, one of his hands awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he diverted his gaze to the tabletop, studying the lines of the wood. "As far as they're concerned, we're in a relationship,"

You blink, half expecting him to laugh it off and say it was all a joke. However, the grimace on his face in prep for your reaction spoke more truth than you'd like to acknowledge. "Okay... why exactly did you tell them that?"

"Because by saying you were my girlfriend, my parents were able to convince Bianca's dad that it wasn't technically your fault. She came by looking for a fight because she wanted me, even while I was in a relationship," He shrugs, taking a small sip from the bubbly soda that was rather untouched on his end. "She had been traveling around Europe for the past month so it's believable, I said we were fairly new either way,"

"So basically your parents think we're in a relationship," You sum up, finding the confession not as serious as he made it out to be initially.

"And so does Bianca, who goes here too," Jake adds, watching as you pinched your brows together, beginning to puzzle together what he meant by that.

"No,"

"Yeah," A sheepish smile took place on his lips, attempting to lighten the blow while you shake your head in denial. "If she finds out we're not actually together she'll go right back and snitch. Without me backing you up I'm sure she'll convince someone to get back at you, so for now we need to act like it's real,"

You sent Jake a bored look. "You're telling me that we have to fake date? The whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing and all?" He nods along, albeit hesitant but confirms your questions. You narrow your eyes, confused by how rather nonchalant he seemed by it all when offering such a thing. "What's in it for you?"

"Sorry?" Jake stutters, surprised by that being your first question.

"What do you get out of this? We barely know each other, I doubt this is out of the kindness of your heart,"

He pauses, lips pursing together with a slight nod. "Bianca's been pushing for us to get together since she transferred here," Jake admits, rolling his eyes at the thought. "Because of how ambit she is, my family encourages it. As long as she's happy, her dad will be happy, and in return it'll benefit them. But they’re not unreasonable. At least for right now, they'll back off because of said girlfriend,"

"You know, if I knew making out with you would lead me to this much trouble, I would've never let you dance with me," You sigh, watching as his expression morphed into a rather amused one.

"You kissed me first,"

"No I didn't,"

"You did," A smirk plays at the corners of his lips, satisfied with your uneasiness. You didn't remember much of that night, even after the spotty memories came back so it was highly probable what he said was true. "You were eager too," Pulling down the collar of his shirt, your eyes widening seeing the small cluster of bruising along his collarbone, presumably from your doing due to how faded they looked, almost healed but still noticeable. "Didn't take you as a girl who liked to leave a mark,"

"To be fair, I don't acknowledge my black out days. That's a whole different person," You shrug, gesturing for him to put the shirt back in place to keep the tacky hickeys out of view.

Reluctantly, Jake readjusted himself. Though the small laugh that left his lips didn't go unnoticed, feeling significantly more at ease now that the brunt of the conversation was over with and you seemed to take it better than anticipated.

Suddenly clapping your hands, you begin to dig through your backpack. Pulling out a piece of paper from a notebook and a pen from the front pocket, Jake watches as you began to scribble on the sheet. He could see the numbered list you began to make, leaning in closer to catch a glimpse of the words.

"Okay!" You smile, turning the sheet around and placing the pen down beside it. "Add or change anything that you want," Pushing the paper towards Jake, you allow him to take a second to read the mock contract you've created, the guidelines in your do's in dont's to the relationship agreement.

"Number one, don't get attached?" Jake reads aloud, slightly surprised by that being your highest priority along with the wording of it.

With a small shrug, you nod back. "All cliché movies always put down don't fall in love, I don't want to jinx it" You explain. "Personally, I've never had a problem with friends with benefits situations. The main thing is to never get attached though, so that's number one,"

He hums back, in silent agreement with your words and finding it comforting how not phased you were. Maybe it was because he'd been running away from a certain someone's grasp for a year but the nonchalant nature in how you approached the potential relationship seemed refreshing.

The rest of the list had general rules: no unnecessary PDA, no outside relationships during the duration of the agreement, always stick to the story, only tell those absolutely necessary of the agreement (ie Jay), don't make it weird after the contract ends, contract end date, April 3rd (?).

"Why April?" Jake asks, counting the days in his head to see it would be a near four months out.

"My birthday's the 27th. I don't want to be in a fake relationship on my 21st birthday, I'd like to get legally drunk and potentially hook up with whoever I want in peace," You snort, planning out the break up to have three weeks of separation to avoid suspicion. "I mean, we can always end it earlier that's just, the cut off ya know? Play it by ear,"

"Alright," Jake agrees, finding it reason enough. "What counts as excessive PDA?" You raise a brow, expecting him to know the answer in itself but he sheepishly shrugs, a boyish smile playing at his lips. "What? I tend to touchy in a relationship, I just want to know the boundaries,"

"As long as you're not constantly trying to make out with me everywhere we go we should be fine," You answer, narrowing your eyes as he nods, seemingly taking a mental note of it. "How touchy are you?"

"Very," Jake admits, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know my ex made me take one of those love languages test and physical touch was like, 70% of it I think,"

"Okay.. good to know," You mumble, not exactly surprised by the random fact considering even with friends and the handful of times you've been around, Jake was always very affectionate to the boys. "Mine goes acts of service, quality time, and then touch," Figuring you'd be playing the part for a while, it would be beneficial for you both to know what would be expected in a real relationship.

He hums. You watch as he pulls out his phone, beginning to type without a word to you. Raising a brow, slightly annoyed by his lack of attention to the ongoing conversation, you relax as he puts it down. From the upside view you had, you could see the title of the new note he made which read '___ FACTS' with your love languages listed below. A smile breaks way onto your lips, unable to keep it away causing Jake to tilt his head, confused by your sudden amusement but he couldn't help but quirk a smile of his own at your infectious expression.

"How do you feel about nicknames?" He instead asks, changing the topic without hitch.

"I'm good with any that aren't overly corny,"

"So no baby cakes?" You immediately shake your head, wincing at the name. "Sugar plum?" Somehow worse, you disagree though a small laugh left your lips as he began to list absurd pet names. "Pookie bear?"

"Never any of that," You emphasize, covering your face out of embarrassment while Jake grins, finding your reaction rather humorous. "I'm basic, a good baby or even sweetheart would suffice,"

"Babygirl?"

You scrunch up your nose, a small shrug on your end causing Jake to raise a brow out of surprise, half expecting you to turn it down straight away. Your response only furthers his less than innocent thoughts. "That only works when I'm drunk and horny,"

He clears his throat, a small nod to himself before he responds. "Good to know,”

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King of my heart | ms47 | part 01

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, twitter environment (somehow I feel like this should be a warning lol) not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

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Summary: there’s a new presence at the paddock, but what nobody knows is a)it's not really her first time around; b)she’s a Hamilton; and c)her open presence will now cause a shift in the place. Everyone knew that pilot-related girls were off limits, especially a sister’s pilot, but that did not scare Mick and Y/n away.

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love bites | jjk (m)

⤑ pairing: vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader 

⤑ genre(s)/au(s): smut, horror, romance paragraphs in regards to makers/creators, porn-without-plot, established relationship, modern vampires

⤑ w/c: 15.5k+

⤑ trigger warnings: language, blood and a lot of it, feeding from humans and feeding from each other, mentions of a bite mark (essentially a love bite on jungkook's shoulder but in a romantic way.. you’ll see what i mean), no plot whatsoever so if you’re looking for plot, this ain’t it.

⤑ smut warnings: brief f/m/f/m foursome-ish elements :)) , f/m/f heavy petting, neck kisses (f rec, m rec, f rec), feeding together being a sexual stimulant, dirty talk, teasing, submissive 4 cawk oc, nicknames (bloodwhore, kitten, baby, good girl), kissing, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex, big cawk jaykay, praise kink, size kink, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking, oral (f rec), fingering, choking & gagging, ball sucking, spit play, spit kink, cum swallowing, cock worshipping, ocs fangs dragging against his cock n jungkook has thot thoughts about oc biting his dick, overstimulation (m rec, f rec), multiple orgasms (m & f) || smut warnings including blood: vampire food play - jaykay slicks his cock in a puddle of blood from the woman they just fed on and covers it on his cewk, titty fucking with blood used as lube, blow jobs involving blood, blood sharing (jaykay n oc bite n feed from each other), jaykay bites n feeds from ocs boobs, spitting blood from his mouth into ocs too, they fck on a bed surrounded by the ppl they killed (not explicitly mentioned)

⤑ summary: its feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone to eat, you change it up and feed together

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The sun hangs low in the evening sky behind the towering buildings of the city, the perfect time to open your curtains and catch the last remaining streaks of reds, oranges and pink beneath the clouds. It’s breathtaking, something you don’t get to witness too often. The faint peak of the crescent moon in the sky catching your eye.

The night has always been your favourite part of any life you have lived. The darkness is your hometown, with the only traffic being the vast collision of stars in the night sky. 

Your thoughts are interrupted as a pair of hands slide around your hips, dipping past the waistband of your shorts to caress the skin underneath. You lean back into the touch and let the dexterous thumbs continue to rub back and forth comfortingly as his chin rests against your shoulder.

“Kook, baby,” you whisper with a smile, pulling your lower lip in between your teeth as you feel him release a small hum against your neck. He places tiny pecks along the contour of your shoulder, skillfully making his way to your neck.

“You’re concentrating quite hard on the night sky kitten, what you thinkin’?” He asks, finally done showering you in kisses.

As soon as the question is asked, your stomach rumbles in response to Jungkook — the sound answering the question for you.

It’s almost been a full thirty days now since you had last fed and you’re due for your next one any day now. The issue is, tonight isn’t feeding night. You still have to wait another three days before you go out and satisfy your hunger. In the meantime, you’ve been snacking on blood bags that your best friend has been bringing you from the hospital they work at. It just isn’t the same as tasting the real thing straight from the vessel.

Your stomach rumbles once more as your thoughts dive straight into finding a donor who you can just take off the street to satiate your cravings.

“You’re hungry.” Jungkook states as a matter of fact. You close your eyes tight as to not think too much about it, your palms clenching and nails digging into the skin in frustration. “When are you due to eat?”

You sigh. “Three days. I don’t know if I can wait that long, my hunger pains are the strongest they’ve been.”

You never used to be this way. When you were created, you opted to hunt on animals or get a supply from a food bank where you could quench your thirst in increments, where it was monitored.

That changed when your maker found out you had run off, eventually hunting you down and bringing you back to his coven where you were then forced to feed from a direct blood line. A torn wrist placed in front of you leaking the only drug strong enough to break you out of your diet.

And God, it was a pleasure you never knew you had been missing out on, and from then you were hooked.

Your thirst intensified from that moment and it was all you could think about. It worsened when you found if you mix the need for human blood with the lust of sex, that it tasted divine. Exquisite, even. It is more intense for everyone involved, having sex while feeding. The endorphins that releases in a vampires body as they fuck and feed is a high that could never be reached by anything else they try.

Poor Jungkook didn’t have any idea what was happening at the time. At the age of twenty-five, out at a club to celebrate his birthday and there you were in the corner of the establishment out on the hunt for something, someone, to tame your cravings.

You had hooked up that night when things began between you both. It started light. He let you sink your teeth into his neck and feed just enough to keep you sated for the next week or so. But the sexual tension between you both was like a gravitational pull for the both of you until eventually you were seeing him exclusively every week where you would hook up and drink from his body. His jugular vein, his femoral artery, his wrist — any part of him he would let you seek.

Then one night, your thirst had become unbearable..uncontrollable — nothing was quenching you like you needed it too. In haste, you had completely forgotten to cancel your night with Jungkook when his scent filled your senses and appeared at your apartment. The hot blooded male making his way through the building to your door, sinking your teeth into his neck and satisfying your gluttony was all you could focus on. Your want for him was consuming every part of you. The innocent twenty-five year old had no idea what was to come from that evening.

Dragging him into your apartment that night, it started like any other with searing kisses and rough touches. With your need for food overcoming the need for sex, you lost all self control and drank too much from him, leaving you feeling perfectly ravished as you finally filled your stomach with a full meal. But with that, you had also left Jungkook to bleed out on your bed.

Once you had come to your senses, you found the sweet man in a state near death and panic overtook you. You didn’t want to lose him. He was too good to die and so as you turned back on your emotions, afraid of the loss he would fill your life with, you turned Jungkook at that moment. It was a sight you’ll never forget. For better or for worse you’ll never know.

Bite marks and bloodstains blossomed all over his skin across his neck, arms and shoulders. Newer and deeper marks from previous feeds bloomed in faint colours of purples and reds mixed with the older, faded white scars. The tears and rips in his flesh caused by your teeth, leaving not an inch of skin untouched are all acting as visible proof of your intense nights together . On the contrary, with his eyes shut and lips parted ever so slightly as he began to take his last dying breath, he’s never looked more at peace, more eternal, more ethereal. 

“Don’t think about us like that. I’m glad you found me. I’m glad you made me yours,” he kisses the back of your head. You forget that he can read your mind.

You turn in his arms and wrap your own around his tiny waist, giving his chest a kiss of your own. “I know, you keep telling me.”

As if prompted by your words, you feel Jungkook’s own stomach growl in hunger, and you look up at him, a brow raised quizzingly only to just receive a laugh from Jungkook.

“How long?” You ask.

Jungkook sucks air in through his teeth before giving you an answer. “About seven days now. I’m due to feed tonight.” You stiffen at his words. “I won’t go if the smell will send you into a frenzy,” he laughs halfheartedly.

You sigh again, “I can’t keep you from feeding, you know that baby.” It’s a thought that runs through your mind, you can’t deny that. But your boyfriend needs to eat just as much as you do.

“What if you come with me tonight then, kitten? We’ve always spoken about feeding together so why don’t we try it tonight?” Jungkook suggests. 

And he isn’t incorrect. The timeline between your feeds and Jungkook aren’t too far apart and so it’s an idea that has been brought up between the both of you after you have both come home from your feeding nights. And it’s easier to bring your feeding forward by a few days than it is for Jungkook to halt his to match yours — it would just make him more dangerous.

“Are you sure?”

Jungkook swallows and lowers his head to your own, turning his head and letting his nose brush against your own before placing a tender kiss on your lips. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And so here you both are, standing at the bar of the same nightclub that you had met Jungkook in all those moons ago. The classy decor of the club is lit up in shades of flashing yellows, purples and blue lights that nightclubs usually have from the strobe lights installed on the ceiling. There are velvet and silks of deep reds draped over each wall and the bar you’re standing up is bathed in white spotlights, showing off the club's extensive liquor collection.

Off the bat, it looks like your usual club but you both know that deep down, it’s something so much more primal than that; the bustling environment does nothing for your hunger. The energy inside is infectious. You can feel pulses racing, and the smell of sweat and sexual energy has you rubbing your thighs and stomach growling and by the sounds of Jungkook next to you, he isn’t fairing much better either.

“Drink?” Jungkook asks and you nod your head for him to order you your usual. You stand next to him at the bar and lean yourself back, the material of your silky dress riding further up your thighs as you do. In your heels, you almost level Jungkook in height — who looks heavenly in his outfit for the evening.

His hair has grown significantly over the last few weeks. He’s styled it in a way that strands of thick onyx hair is gelled back off his face from the sides but he’s left taken the shorter pieces from the front and flat ironed them diagonally across his face, covering his eyes which gives him an almost sinister look. However, he’s cleverly left his eyebrow piercing to peek through and the metal of his lip ring that is sinfully tucked into the corner of his mouth as he chews on it in thought as he orders your drink.

The shirt on his body is fitted. Tight, like a second skin to his incredible physique and tucked right into the band of his jeans and sealed together with a leather belt with a heavy gold moon at the centre. His shoulders stand out, broad and beautiful and his chest, which is emerging under the array of buttons undone down to his navel, isn’t any different.

The all black jeans on his legs shows off his toned thighs and just how utterly irresistible he is. He finishes his look with an abundance of white gold rings with expensive gemstones embedded, chains of all lengths and sizes wrapped around his neck and hoops hanging from both lobes.

He looks good enough to eat, you think to yourself.

He’s gorgeous. You know it and he knows it, using his sex appeal to assist in his own feedings. And it seems that the both males and females around the two of you know it too as they can’t help but let their eyes linger on him longer than usual.

Your eyes never stop scanning around the club as you search for someone exciting for you to take home and share with Jungkook. A clear fizzy drink is placed in your hands from your boyfriend who seems to have something a lot stronger and darker in his own glass. You sip the alcohol tentatively, a sweet fizz tingles on your tongue.

He hums along to the overbearing thrumming drum and bass song which is booming through the overhead speakers around the room before his raspy voice breaks into lyrics. Typical. The strength of his drink causes his eyes to scrunch together as you stand quietly together, eyes searching through the mass of the crowd.

Lacing your fingers together, you walk towards the back of the nightclub, further into the shadows so you can both have eyes on your prey for the evening. His hand slides around the small of your back and rests on your waistline, giving your side a squeeze.

“What do you fancy to eat tonight, kitten?” Jungkook purrs in your ear, gently taking your earlobe in between his teeth and nibbling over it, his canines pushing down gently causing you to moan and bite your lip.

“I’m not being picky. I just need to eat.” You sip on the alcohol and press yourself against Jungkook, your ass coming into contact with his crotch as you begin to sway to the music and you feel his fingers tighten in the material of your dress. You keep sweeping your eyes across the dancefloor to all the different options you could have for the night, observing the bodies that are squeezed together in close proximity knock against one another, grinding and gyrating with wild abandonment.

Through the crowd, something, someone, catches your eye causing your movements against Jungkook to draw to a sudden halt. You tilt your head to the side and your eyes come into contact with a male.

He looks young, around your own age as he keeps his gaze on yours, appearing to be staring straight through. You give him a wink from across the hall, just to make sure you really do have his attention and as confirmation you receive a smirk in return, two of his fingers motioning you over in a come hither way.

Turning towards Jungkook, you stare him in the eyes and raise your eyebrow at him, letting him know that you’ve found someone. Jungkook raises his eyes and immediately sees the man you’ve clocked and licks his lips, his appetite growing exponentially. 

Jungkook takes your hand in his again and begins to make his way over to the stranger, making sure to keep you close as you fight through the bodies on the dancefloor. It’s a dance you’re both familiar with, trying not to let the scent of others in your way teeter you from what you both desire, otherwise things could get messy and that isn’t something you need right here in front of a large crowd.

Pressed up against the wall, you envelope the stranger by the back of the neck and tug him down to you, inhaling his scent as he lowers. His skin is as soft as it looked from the other side of the club and you can’t help but run your tongue up his neck, the salty perspiration is sweet to taste and you moan.

Giggling, you look back towards Jungkook who is eying you tentatively and you shrug. “He’ll do.” Your words are rewarded by a sickly sweet smile from Jungkook who can feel his jeans strain knowing you’ll both feed well tonight.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You ask the pretty boy.

“Whatever you want it to be,” he responds with a slight slur, breath smelling of whiskey. Good enough for you.

From the side, pale hands wrap their way across your boyfriend and your eyes screw together at the new edition to the three of you. It is as if the gentleman could see you trying to piece together who this female is. “Mind if my girlfriend joins us?” He mumbles.

Her hands run up and down Jungkook’s arm as you stare directly into his eyes. You can see them visibly darken from their usual golden colour to a dark garnet shade. Both of them have that healthy, glistening flesh and your thighs twitch, hearing the pulse underneath, wanting nothing more than to take them home and sink your teeth in.

“Gladly,” you say. You claw your hand underneath his collar and draw him closer to you, attaching your lips with his own right in front of both you and his girlfriend. His lips are chapped and not the most pleasant feeling, especially in comparison to your own boyfriend but it’ll do. You’re only doing this with one end goal in sight.

Reaching behind you, you grab the guy by the top of his shirt and push him onto the bed, motioning for him to lean back against the headboard. Obediently, he does as he is told and you lower yourself on top of him, your dress pulling itself up your legs and past your thighs to expose your covered pussy. Your hips meet his and you can feel his semi-hard length through his trousers. His hands rest at the bottom of your back, one sliding further down to grab you by the ass , giving it a good  squeeze and you yelp at the contact.

Jungkook hears and turns around, watching you getting yourself comfortable for the evening, knowing how you can get when you’re as ravenous as you are tonight, ready to eat. He looks back towards the man’s girlfriend and leaves a hand out for her to take. She does and Jungkook guides her to the bed, letting her get settled before he kisses her on the cheek and lets both his legs rest on either side of her waist.

Kissing this guy is nothing like kissing Jungkook, and a part of you misses his lips on yours as you take your time to get into the lip lock with this stranger. He deepens the kiss as his tongue tangles with yours a little too quickly. He brings a hand from your back and places it on your tit, kneading the mound, feeling your nipple harden underneath your dress. Your body reacts to his touch as your legs squeeze his waist and you grind down on him.

Before the man in your arms could protest, you grind yourself into his hard dick once more as he throws his neck back in pleasure. The opportunity is now and so you dip your mouth to his neck and sink your fangs into his jugular. Your hips rock back and forth in satisfaction, timing the rhythm of your hips with the draining of blood from his neck. He didn’t struggle below you, only small whimpers from the pain as his fingers claw at your thighs, marking them darker but missing the way they heal almost instantly.

At the other side of the bed, Jungkook re-emerges from between the woman's legs and smiles at you wickedly. The blood is spraying from your victims neck and coats your skin, seeps into your hair and clothing too. It’s a beautifully wretched sight watching as the blood taints your skin, dribbling down your chin as you selfishly devour more than you can take and finally pooling at the base of your neck in your collarbones.

“Fuck me, _____, seeing you like this has got me so hard,” Jungkook announces. He manoeuvres himself briefly, pressing himself a little more flat against the linens to allow his hips to grind into the mattress for some satisfaction. Only then is he aware of the feeling of slick coating his chin from his ministrations on the female below him before dipping back down.

You continue to suck at his neck, feeling him weakening and sinking further into the pillows behind him — a tell tale sign of him becoming lifeless in your arms. The sounds of your sucking and swallowing reverberate around the bedroom. And that’s when you feel it. The rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of being full after a drought. Life fills you once again and you can’t help but moan in satisfaction. Your body roars back to life as you find a new place to sink your teeth into just underneath his ear. The sound of flesh tearing is music to your ears as you continue to quench your thirst.

A string of over exaggerated airy moans tears you away from the young man below you and you watch as Jungkook’s head dips up and down as he continues to pleasure your other companion. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jungkook needed to eat, you would have tossed her aside a while ago — her voice is one that vibrates against your skull like a fucking migraine.

Is she even vaguely aware of the fact her boyfriend is lying lifeless in your arms? You laugh at the thought. Probably not — Jungkook seems to be sucking the soul out of her pussy.

However, your pussy throbs as you watch him, and you use the man's thigh to grind yourself on top of. The sight of Jungkook eating out another woman in front of you is nothing short of pornographic and you start to wonder why this isn’t something you two have done before.

“S-shit, you’re so good with your mouth,” she whispers, eyes snapped shut, not looking directly at you. “You’re so lucky-fuck.”

Your smile is sinister as a tiny giggle leaves your lips. You know just how good he is with his tongue and fuck, you can’t wait until it’s your turn.

Whining, Jungkook’s head appears and his smile eventually matches yours. Feeling his hand at the back of your neck, you lick your lips, tasting the remnants of blood before meeting him in the middle for a kiss. It’s possessive and consuming. Opening your lips, you slip your tongue into your boyfriends, pushing some of the blood from the man you just fed on into his mouth, letting him have his own taste before he has the chance to feed on the blonde underneath him. 

Her eyes flutter open and observe the both of you in a heated make out session. The kiss is rough and messy, a fight of tongue and teeth, of dominance between the pair of you. Eventually, Jungkook takes control of the kiss and holds your head in place as his tongue peeps out and laps up at the blood dripping down the corners of your  mouth. The transfer of blood between you both elicits a moan from Jungkook, making him pull away from you to lick at the side of his own lips.

The liquid coats his soft skin like a drizzle over the most mouth watering dessert, a small drop threatening to drip down off his jaw before you thumb at it and place it at the lips of the woman.

Jungkook is reminded of his hunger as his stomach groans loudly, almost enough to hurt. His attention is turned back to her as fear fills her eyes as she becomes more aware of what’s going on around her. Her nails claw at the bed sheets only for her body to run cold at the wet feel of it. Raising her hand, she finds herself covered in blood which is still running heavily into the sheets from her boyfriend limp beside her.

The earth shattering sound of her exaggerated scream is all you can hear and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Your turn.”

Within a blink of an eye, Jungkook grabs her by the wrist and stands at the edge of your shared bed, holding her by the side of her neck before he sinks his teeth into her, crimson liquid rushing to the surface to aid the bloodlust coursing through his body. Not once do Jungkook's eyes leave you as you continue to play with the dark hair of the lifeless male in your  arms.

“You shouldn’t let her cry, she's annoying me,” you roll your eyes at her blood curdling scream, accentuating your annoyance towards the female.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” Jungkook challenges you back with a playful smirk dawning  his lips.

You're quick to push the male from your body, watching as his figure drops to the floor in a heap. “Okay, he’s definitely dead,” you laugh out loud with sinister glee. You crawl your way off of the bed over to Jungkook and stand in front of the woman. She is certainly beautiful with her soft fair hair and large innocent looking eyes. Eyes which now are flooded with fear and pleasure. 

What a stupid girl, getting off on being drained.

Grabbing her by the throat, you squeeze the sides of her neck just enough to keep her quiet but not enough to fully cut off the air to her lungs. Tipping her head up, she looks at you as Jungkook continues to suckle on her blood. He’s made quite the mess of his meal though as blood continues to run down her neck.

The scent of her sweet perfume is picked up as you lower your head to her neck and sniff at the broken flesh where Jungkook's teeth and tongue are lapping away at her with succession. It’s surprising that she’s lasted this long with the way that he’s been going at her. “Such a pretty little thing you were.”

Jungkook finally removes himself from her just to mutter, “You should fucking taste her, she’ll quench your thirst so well.” To prove his point, he drags his index finger through the blood staining the skin of her neck and lifts it up to your lips for you to lick, making sure to suck his finger more salaciously than needed.

“Well you do smell delicious, I will give you that,” you whisper, your lids fluttering shut in delight. Your hand squeezes harder on her neck and the other finds her right breast. You pinch at the flesh over her clothing and watch as pleasure fills her. “You’ve got one hell of a fight in you, I can tell,” you hum, lowering yourself closer to the woman, turning her neck to the side to whisper in her ear. “How does it feel? Does my boyfriend make you feel good? Does he make you feel as good as I make you feel?”

“I-it feels, he feels s-so good” The woman squeaks. Jungkook places a kiss upon her neck behind her ear and you feel the way her body trembles underneath both of your touch. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the smile trying to make its way to your face.

You lower your face towards her, your lips a hair's breadth away from her own “What about me?” You tease with a pinch of her nipple, feeling her harden beneath you both. “I’m a good girl, didn’t you know? I’d never hurt a soul, ask anyone. Ask him.”

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, full of hunger and not just for the woman he has tangled in his arms. “Now kitten, why lie to your meal?” He toys with you both with his words.

“You won’t hurt me, I-I trust you,” she mutters, trying to assure you or herself, you’re unsure.

“Silly girl. Now why would you do something as reckless as trusting me?” You purr. Your head is spinning, still not sated from the lifeless male you just sunk your teeth into not even five minutes ago. “You’re gorgeous and I want you, so what’s the point of beating around the bush?” You accentuate your words with another squeeze of her clothed breast.

Your tongue dips out of your mouth and you flatten it against her neck, feeling a puddle of blood begin to gather at the tip of your tongue. “As for you baby, why does it matter if I tell a white lie or not…she isn’t going to be around to remember what happens.”

The woman doesn’t get time to muster up a response to you as Jungkook cackles with a shrug of his shoulders and sinks his teeth into her neck once more. You laugh obnoxiously before plunging your sharp teeth into her right next to your boyfriend.

Both of you close your eyes and listen to her as she makes an involuntary noise which you think resembles a scream. She reclines her head to the side so that both of your jaws gently graze each other as you feed from the artery. It’s messy and not at all how you both usually feed. There is normally an etiquette to it… keep it short, clean and leave no traces behind. But with the way blood splatters around both your mouths, watching it seep into her clothing and pouring down to pool at her feet, it unleashes a whole other side of you that you’ve kept hidden for so long.

The bite as you know from experience is a flash in her skin, a tell tale sign she can feel it as her mouth opens wide in pain, eyes closed just letting the feeling take over her body. The fire in her body becomes exorbitant, excessive, but when the pain dissolves into the deep bittersweet ache; it’s at that point that they can’t decide if the high of the adrenalin and the searing venom in their system is pleasurable or painful or something else altogether.

Your fingers press further into her throat, allowing the blood to rush to the surface of her neck as you and Jungkook continue to lap up at the liquid. You’ve got to give it to him, he was right about her — she is insatiable. Sweet to the tongue, leaving a tingle to take over your body.

It isn't long before horror is filling her emotions as she begins to tremble with fear as her life begins to pour out of her. She is using any last ounce of strength she can find to thrash around and fight you both off of her but it is not any use. Not with the exhilaration coursing through your body paired with both Jungkook’s and your own unnatural strength, there is no way she is able to overpower you both and fight back.

The sounds between you and Jungkook slurping from her fills your ears and leaves you feeling more turned on than you ever would have thought. It spurs you on to continue drinking from the puncture wounds in her neck. The familiar metallic taste being drawn from her as you feel her body grow limp in Jungkook's arms is such a treat. Her cries have come to a silence and the sounds of her whimpering are becoming more and more faint the longer the transaction between the three of you continues.

You open your eyes to see Jungkook already staring at you, delirious lust swimming in his eyes, a silent want for you burning in his eyes. The more you two feed, the more you’re both itching to get your hands on each other. Your pussy aches with the need to be filled by Jungkook, to be pressed flushed with desire as he makes a mess of your body in the presence of the demised bodies that litter the bed you’re on.

Jungkook is eager to get you in his arms, releasing his hold on the limp body in his arms in favour of having you instead. The body drops to the floor with a thud, her head falling awkwardly to the side as some of the blood between the dead bodies seeps into her blonde hair, painting it red.

Leaning over, you're quick to pull at the fabric of his blood soaked shirt and pull it from the buttons, watching as they scatter around the room, the small sound of them making contact with the floor resounding around the room. Removing the shirt from his shoulders, you lean in further and press a kiss to his neck. A relieved sigh escapes his lips and his hand moves from your hair to your hips, holding you steady in his grip.

Your teeth are wet with blood as they scrape over the skin of his neck without sinking into him, just dragging them across with enough pressure to tickle. Your own hands find the taut muscles of his chest, flattening them against his skin and running up towards his neck and down again on his pectorals to feel the smooth expanse of it. At this, Jungkook growls low as his grip on your waist tightens.

Without another word, Jungkook tears your dress off your body, hearing it rip fully down the middle and watching him throw the useless material into a puddle of blood makes you keen for more of him. Jungkook flips your body around and positions you on your knees with your lower body up in the air, giving it a hard spank as you get into the perfect position for him. Ass up and facing him wantingly. Your palms are planted into the bloodied duvet as you feel the red substances bathe your hands. You wiggle your ass teasingly to Jungkook who is now on his knees behind your body, his hands finding your ass cheeks again, kneading them roughly.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. Just for me,” Jungkook moans as he smacks your cheeks with quick lefts and right. You sway your body at the impact of his hands but Jungkook holds you in place with the other hand keeping a tight grip on your waist.

“Don’t be gentle with me, I’m not going to break y’know,” you sass him.

You bite down on your bottom lip, smiling naughtily as you hear him growl at your words. It isn’t long before the hand on your hip slides up your spine and finds the back of your head and successfully pushes your face into the sheets below you. The roughness of Jungkook’s actions gets you wetter, the bloodlust in your body causing your body to shiver at the act. Jungkook applies more pressure to keeping your head down as he slides a thigh in between your legs and spreads them open before grabbing at your skirt and pulling it up your hips and yanking your underwear down to hang around your thighs at your knees, exposing your dewy pussy fully to his hungry eyes.

“Fuck, would you just look at you. A dumb bloodwhore getting wet at the slightest of touches.”

You spread your legs wider, as far as your underwear will let you and shake your ass for him once more under his praise for you, moaning at the filthy words leaving his lips.

“Who’s all this for, huh?” Jungkook groans as his hands move to the back of your thighs as he kneels down to your pussy and blows on it.

Your body produces goosebumps as you feel them beginning to tickle your skin. “For you, baby, it’s always all for you.”

Jungkook seems happy with your response as he rewards you with his hand running up and down your pussy from behind, trailing it from your clit to your entrance before slapping your pussy repeatedly - the sounds of skin making contact with your wetness filling the space around you both. Dipping his head down, Jungkook spreads you open further and licks one long stripe from your ass to your clit. Your mouth opens as a string of curses fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth finally on you making your mind spin.

“Mmm, you taste so much better after you’ve eaten, I’m never going to get enough of you like this,” he hums.

You gasp at the feel of Jungkook’s tongue forcefully passing through your lips, finding your clit immediately and sucks your nerves vigorously. Two cold ringed fingers find their way to your opening, pushing through your slicked up hole with no resistance as he begins to scissor you open at a renowned pace.

You arch your back as a cry passes your lips. His fingers plunge inside of you, curling as soon as he is knuckle deep, pressing perfectly against the spongy area within your inner walls over and over. You can hardly respond to Jungkook as his hands keep your thighs pried open for his own take.

His thumb is added into the mix as he spits on the appendage and pins it against your clit and rubs furiously back and forth, watching as  the white of your own precum drips from your pussy like it is the only thing you know how to do just for him. Your hips instinctively move, grinding into his touch and Jungkook moves his fingers further out of you. Teasing you. Edging you, with his very skilled fingers.

“I want to cum, please,” your voice is light and rings in Jungkook’s mind wonderfully.

His tongue runs down lower and joins his two fingers in your cunt. The feeling of being so full causes you to clench against Jungkook while he adds in a third finger, keeping up with the momentum and the pace he has found himself in as he continues to fuck into you.

A light gush of fluid is felt on his forearm and his cheeks. Not thinking of anything about it at first, Jungkook ignores it and keeps thrusting and curling three fingers in and out, all over again.

Unexpectedly, a new wave of liquid releases from you in streams, the force of it pushing his fingers out of your pussy. Jungkook doesn’t know where to look: at you from in between your knees or at the jets of cum being released all over him and soaking into the blood soaked sheets underneath you both. “Fuck, Jungkook-fuck, just like that!” You scream, thighs twitching and hips raising in delight at the force of your orgasm from out of the blue.

Jungkook watches as the streams of cum come to a stop slowly and promptly inserts the same three fingers in once more. Your legs spread even wider, the stretch in your thighs burns but it allows Jungkook more space as he gets on his knees as he finger fucks you harder, faster than previously. “You mean like this?”

Your inner walls tighten around his fingers as his tempo from previously hasn’t faltered once, and once again you snap your eyes tight, an array of stars like you had witnessed at dusk earlier in the night cloud your vision. Your body twitches in oversensitivity and you finally come once more. This time, Jungkook’s fingers stay inside of you, pushing through the force of your cunt weeping for him as he watches your cum spray around him.

“Wow, twice, kitten. You really are a cock-hungry, filthy little slut,” Jungkook goads. An idea reaches his mind.

You feel the bed get lighter as Jungkook removes himself from the duvet and stands at the end with his back towards you. You crawl towards his frame and wrap your arms around his tiny waist, placing your hands on his rippling stomach muscles and pressing down, feeling them harden beneath your pads. He can’t see you with his back to you but he can feel the smirk on your face when you press your lips all over his back, nipping at the skin with your fangs ever so gently, not focusing on one particular area.

“What you thinking, baby?” You ask, lust lacing your words as your hand reaches down to his hard cock as you give him a tight squeeze in your hands, palming his length over and over until the tent in his trousers becomes tight for him and prominent for you to gawk at.

You slip your hands into the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers and pull his cock out, freeing him from his tightening restraints. You watch as he throws his head back in delight, hearing him sucking air through his teeth, hissing as your hand wraps around his shaft. He is long, hard and sensitive to the touch. Your hand is barely big enough to close around him fully. Jungkook moans as you squeeze his cock a few times, feeling him throb, his body tensing.

Jungkook turns around and faces you as he starts to move his hands and pulls both his bottoms and underwear off swiftly, kicking them off his legs and letting them land in a pile somewhere across the room. The low lighting compliments him so beautifully — bathing his caramel coloured skin in a halo, a complete juxtaposition to the creature he truly is and yet symbolic to his character. He runs a hand through the slicked back hair, allowing strands to fall in front of his face and in front of his eyes — which are deep and rich in browns and golds with hints of crimsons with his arousal.

Your eyes trail down and take in his body. Lean, built, muscles bulked and simply divine, ready to have your teeth sink into the flesh to taste who he really is. His right arm inked in delicate swirls and patterns of his previous life as a human, whilst his left arm remains fully free from any art. The only piece on his arm sits on his shoulder.

A bite mark.

His forever reminder of you. Once a human is turned from a vampire, they’re then given the choice by their creator to have the mark removed or allow it to stay, and Jungkook chose the latter. Jungkook chose to wear your mark on his skin for everyone and anybody to see…call it a declaration of his love for you. And to this day, Jungkook wears his mark proudly. He still leaves his right arm free of any tattoos, ‘the only art that matters on this arm is yours, and I will never cover or conceal it with anything else’ is what he so lovingly told you.

Your favourite part of his stature is his lower body. The softness of the skin as your fingers dance across his tummy, muscles tightening and protruding under the touch is a sight you never will get enough of. The butterflies that fill your body are prideful and bright all because his body reacts to you and only you. It’s something that you never grow tired of. Watching his body respond to even the slightest of touches.

As usual though, there is a slight scowl on his face as he looks at your body as the knowledge that he will never be able to mark your body like you had his sits in his mind. The love bite he has on his skin can only be given by a maker, you’d never be able to show Jungkook’s love for you off in the same way]. Jungkook wants nothing more than to be able to mark you for himself. To show the world that you’re just as much his as he is yours.

If you had a live, beating heart; you know that it would sink at the look he gives you. As a compromise, you decided that you would get your engagement finger tattooed with his initials. This was your version of his mark on your body, and though it wasn’t the same; Jungkook couldn’t be more than happy. The initials on your finger to be sealed with an eventual ring to bind your both together. It’s the same hand you wrap around his cock, pumping it languidly, squeezing it teasingly. 

The shaft, having seen it so many times previously, never fails to turn you on - your stomach coiling in desire at the knowledge that you’ll have him sinking deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. His length is something that men would desire to attain. Jungkook as a human was well endowed but after turning, he really had been gifted as the round mushroom head stands tall past his belly button. The shaft is thick from base to tip, deep blue and purple veins protruding against his skin which sits prettily within the bright sanguine colour of his girth.

Beads of pearlescent fluids decorate the tip as Jungkook leaks a generous amount of precum from the slit of his crown. As it continues to leak, it builds into a copious puddle and starts to run down his shaft slowly towards the base. The lighting of the room allows the cum to shimmer in front of you. Your own walls of your pussy clenching at the sight of him standing in all his glory. You pull your lower lip between your teeth to hide the smirk of pride that you indeed created the man in front of you.

“Wan’ to put my cock in between your fucking tits,” Jungkook announces, eyes on your nipples that are peeking through the thin material of the vest.

Grinning up at him, you pull at the item of clothing and tug it out of the waistband of your skirt. Once you’ve released the hem of the vest, you pull it upwards and over your head, your breasts immediately coming into his view.

Jungkook reaches down to your tits and begins kneading the flesh roughly in his hands, ripping a moan from you as he finds both of your nipples and pulls at them. 

You give him a debauched grin, teasingly and playful as you run your teeth over your teeth, making sure to spend extra time running it back and forth over your razor sharp canines as your hands lift your boobs from the bottom and squishing them together, inviting Jungkook to sink his cock right between the flesh.

A deep chuckle sounds in your ears from Jungkook as if what you’re doing is incorrect, but this is what he wanted, right? Your brow furrows in confusion and as if he can read your mind, he lowers himself and plants a small kiss on your pouting lips.

“I need to lube myself up — can't fuck your pretty tits dry, can I?” And you nod your head in agreement.

You take it upon yourself to gather the spit in your mouth to spit in between the valley of your breasts once, twice and then thrice — making sure there is enough saliva to coat the skin to give him an easy slide. You look up at Jungkook, awaiting the praise for being a good girl for him, but what you see instead catches you so off guard that you almost stutter.

Jungkook is on his knees next to the blonde girl from earlier who you both fed from before killing her and tossing her aside so you could fuck until your dead non-beating hearts would give out. He manhandles her aggressively, flipping her over into a boneless heap to reveal a pool of her blood that had gathered under her. Without wasting a single moment, Jungkook puts his hands together and dips them into the vermilion liquid as if to lift the blood in his palms like it was water.

You watch from your position on the bed as he brings his hands over to his cock and lets the blood spill all over his length, bathing it in red liquid all for your pleasure. The smell of the bloody concoction mixed with his precum that is drooling from his slit evades your senses and your mind runs erratically, the bloodlust coursing through you.

Jungkook lifts more of the blood and keeps pouring it all over his cock, covering his hard appendage in nothing but crimson. You watch as it drips towards the floor and puddles just in front of his knees and your tongue licks your lips, an attempt to stop the water from dripping down your chin.

The smile on Jungkook’s face as he stares at you is one of someone who has just won the lottery, and in your own sinister way, you both have you think. Jungkook walks over to you, cock against his stomach, trailing the woman's blood over his stomach and dripping to down his shaft towards his balls — the sight gets you so fucking wet.

Why is this never something you have both done before? If feeding together is going to result in this every time, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get used to it.

Once again, you lift your spit slicked tits together invitingly for Jungkook and he smirks at you, lower lip caught in his teeth as you move to the edge of the bed, staring at him with large crimson lust filled eyes. 

Jungkook swallows, leaning up over the bed and places his cock in between your tits, watching the blood smear against your skin, mixing with the spit you produced for an ample slick slide. For good measure, Jungkook gathers a generous amount of spit and spits onto your skin, watching as the enzymes in his spit splits the blood it landed on top of.

Looking down, you can see his blood dowsed cockhead poke out at the top of your chest and you can’t help but press a kiss to the head, the blood transferring from his crown to your lips.

“Go ahead, move baby — enjoy my tits,” you whisper.

Wasting no time, Jungkook rocks his hips back ever so slightly and watches as his head disappears into the valley of your large boobs before rutting himself forward once more, seeing himself reappear at the top of your chest. He continues this, hands on your shoulders to keep you still for a generous amount of time. 

“Oh shit, I know you love my tits but this is so fucking hot baby,” you cry at the end.

His eyes previously locked on the action of watching his cock disappear between the folds of your tits with only the head poking back up was the only thing preoccupying his mind, but to hear your voice, it tears him from the vision he’s been so entranced with to gazed into your eyes.

If heaven existed and it was somewhere he thought he could reach, he really truly believed that you had brought him there. That your tits were God and he had been blessed. But on the other thought, being wrapped around the tight flesh of your tits, watching the blood you both spilled together soil your skin, he thinks, he knows this is better than any heaven he could be blessed with. This is nirvana.

“Just as if you were made for this. Made for taking every inch of my cock”. Jungkook doesn’t stop. He can’t stop. His hips rutting, still pumping his unholy lengthy shaft back and forth between your huge blood covered tits. Glancing down, you watch as the head of Jungkook's shaft pokes upward with each thrust, the once red liquid now turning a pinkish colour as his cum overflows from the slit, into the blood and onto your skin.

Parting your lips, you flick your tongue over the head every time it appears under your chin. Jungkook isn’t quick with his thrusts, instead, he takes it slow so the both of you can enjoy this moment together.

He closes his eyes, still rocking his hips back and forth, his cock nestled in between your tits as you tighten the seal of your boobs between his cock, pleasuring not just him but yourself. Jungkook rolls his head back in a full circle, his neck rolling from left to right until perfectly centred again, dropping his head down and pressing a rough kiss to your lips.

You moan into his mouth feeling Jungkook begin to pick up the pace, pumping his cock at a more rapid speed, chasing his high. You turn your head to the side and deepen the kiss, refusing to let the embrace end, as you both open your mouths simultaneously and slide your tongues against each other, the sound of grunting, moaning swallowed by the other as your lips create wet noises against each other.

Jungkook manages to capture your head in between his hands, stilling you through the kiss whilst his cock is still thrusting between your tits with enough vigour and power enough for the head to nearly touch your neck.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook pulls back and stills his hips. He grabs his blood-soaked cock by the base and notices the plasma is drying against his cock. He wraps his hand around the shaft, tightening his grip, applying pressure trying to mimic the feeling of your boobs around him. Looking down at your chest, there he sees a similar sight — your chest covered in blood, primarily between your boobs but also drops of crimson had found its way towards your nipples and onto the round flesh itself, drying onto you. Jungkook brings the slit of his cock to your hard nipple and presses down on it. The move is sensitive for the both of you, but somewhat stimulating and arousing.

“On your knees, I want to use your throat, get me all wet with your mouth,” he orders, pulling you out of your thoughts, pulling your hair, pulling you off the bed and onto the flooring below, managing to navigate you so your knees aren’t pressing into one the woman you both fed on moments ago.

A whimper slips from your lips at his demanding demeanour, tongue poking out and licking the skin of your lips, catching the saliva that threatens to drip below down to your chin. You do as you’re told and in return you hear a loud grunt from above you, a sign of appreciation for your obedience.

You wet your lips with your tongue, readying yourself to take him into your mouth. The tip of his dick is wet from where most of the woman's blood was bathing, and as you wrap your lips around him, sealing the skin around his cock, you can taste the honeyed blood as well as the bittersweetness of his leaking precum smearing across your parted lips.

Sharpening your tongue, you allow yourself the first flick of his slit, tasting the rich concoction as it tingles on your wet muscle. Jungkook bucks his hips the moment your tongue licks at his cock, lapping up the cum that is running down his length excessively. You feel him throb against your tongue in  pleasure, a deep moan from deep within his chest erupts as he pushes himself eagerly against you and slips past your lips. You watch as his cock becomes less and less red from the bodily fluid, knowing that your tongue is wrapping around and sucking hard on him like your favourite flavoured lollipop to steal and saviour all the taste from him as you lap and clean him up.

With your lips wrapping around the head of his cock, you begin to slide your tongue on the undershaft of his dick further into your mouth. It isn’t long before Jungkook is placing his hands around the back of your neck and filling his fist with your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail so he can control the pace you bop your head up and down on his cock. Blood covers the corners of your mouth and dries into the skin and Jungkook thinks it is one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen.

“You can fucking take it, be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook hisses past gritted teeth, encouraging you to fit as much of him as you possibly can into mouth.

Your eyes glaze as you hum out a ‘yes’ around him. You will yourself to sink his dick further into your throat, causing you to hum - the vibrations rattling against his cock causing the hand tangled into your hair to tighten.  You open the seal of your lips from around him and inch your head down to the base of his cock where you slither your tongue from the bottom all the way up to the top, tracing the protruding veins with your tongue. You make sure to repeat the action twice over and then down to his balls. Your lips envelope around one of his balls, feeling them thick and heavy on your tongue tickling and teasing — knowing he has something he wants to give you. You can’t help but suckle on his balls one by one as he fists himself in time with the way your wet muscle wraps around and tugs his balls.

Jungkook’s hand tangles once more in your hair and pushes you off of him and twists your face to the side. His other palm wraps around his cock and places it in front of your mouth, guiding your head to suck on him from the side.

Your mouth opens and your tongue is quick to dart out. Placing his length on your tongue, he ruts forward to wet himself with the saliva on your tongue. And then he feels it. Point of your white of fangs as they drag across his skin. Rough oral sex with each other isn’t something either of you are new too but the feeling of your vampiric teeth gliding across his most sensitive area and the knowing thought that at any moment you could sink your teeth into him gets him harder than he believes he’s ever been..and you notice. The hair on his skin stands tall and he shivers as you stare at him from below. You're able to read his thoughts clearly and a tiny giggle falls from your mouth. 

Looking up, your eyes are met with the most beautiful sight you could have imagined. Jungkooks bottom lip is pulled in between his teeth, fangs pointed and still stained with red as he tries to hold back on the moans threatening to escape his mouth, his eyes now a deep shade of crimson as he continues to be lost in the lust of you, your hot, wet mouth feeling fucking amazing wrapped around him. His chest is heaving up and down in quick successions as he tries to keep his body from jerking forward and fucking your throat entirely.

Almost like he was reading your mind, Jungkook pulls you completely off of his cock and holds your head to look at him directly. A string of saliva is connecting you to his red tip, which is now slicked up with your drool.

“Open your filthy mouth,” he tells you.

You don’t hesitate as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, knowing exactly what it is he is asking of you. Jungkook tightens the grip in your hair and forces your head to tip back, causing the concoction keeping you connected to snap and drip down your chest. He gathers spit in his mouth and parts his lips. But he doesn’t spit in your mouth like you thought he would. No. Jungkook lets the fluid run off his tongue and straight into your mouth, now connecting you both with saliva, tongue to tongue.

The sight in itself was nothing short of erotic. Sincerley pornographic and you try your hardest to burn the image of this moment to the back of your eyelids.

Having had enough waiting, he snaps the saliva by bending himself at the hips and forcefully presses his lips against your own, a kiss full of teeth and tongues, wet, messy and dominant from the both of you as you fight to take charge. He is low enough for your hand to snake behind his neck and tug at the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck. You part your lips and allow his tongue to glide in and out of your mouth, kissing you deeper.

The kiss grows hotter with every passing second as he silences your moans with the sloppy crash of his lips against yours, dipping his head down to kiss you in a messy, passionate kiss filled with love, lust and utter adoration for you. Jungkook growls as he tastes the remnants of himself on your tongue.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and stands back at full height. His cock twitches in front of you and you lick your lips in anticipation to have him fully emerge in the back of your throat once again. He places both his hands in your hair unlike just the one before and pulls your head back towards his cock. You tease him once more and place his tip on your lips to suckle on him.

Not being prepared for your mouth to tease him so subtly, his body reacts before he can stop himself and he forces himself forward. Your eyes tightly close as the vibrations of your moans are intense on this dick, allowing a choked growl from his chest to fill the air. Rivulets of cum drip from his swollen tip as he gives you a moment to suck it off of him before pulling you off of his dick for a brief moment.

Jungkook stops your head from moving as both of them weave to the back of your head, close to the nape of your neck. You close your eyes as you wait for what’s about to come next.

You keep your mouth open wide, jaw unhinged as Jungkook takes his cock in his hand and rubs his tip over plush lips, small moans leaving his throat as he teases himself at the thought of plugging up your oesophagus and you watch his face contort with lust just at the idea of it. His balls slap against your chin and rivulets of cum run from your lips every time your mouth meets the base of his crotch. You moan again and again, over and over, twisting your tongue around his cock and over the head.

Without warning, Jungkook forces his cock into your open mouth and pushes himself fully inside, not giving you any warning. You choke around him as a pool of drool drips down the sides of your mouth at being so full, feeling it drip further from your chin onto your chest and in between the valley of your tits. He pulled out quickly, a sinister smile on his face knowing that you don’t need to catch your breath for him to sink back into you without any hesitation.

His cock forces your jaw to widen further as his hips wildly jackhammer into your awaiting spit filled throat back and forth over and over again as you look up at him from your knees, through teary eyes to see his own eyes are rolling blissfully into the back of his skull as he abuses your throat.

“I’m the luckiest man on the planet, I-fuck-I-,” he groans. “Such a fucking whore.”

Your mouth turns up into a smile while his cock is still pistoning in and out of your lips. His hips pick up pace as he starts to slide faster, the copious amount of spit gathered on your tongue allowing him to glide past your tongue and into the cavern of your tight throat so much easier. The grip on your hair still keeps you still, Jungkook pushes himself past the barrier of your throat until your nose is pressed up against the base of his cock. His fists pull you further onto his cock as he bends himself at the waist once more and traps your head in between his cock and upper body.

The noises of you gurgling and choking around him only arouses him further, his hands pushing at the back of your head further - not that there's any more you can possibly take, but the force of his tip pushing past the tight barrier of your oesophagus turns him on more than he ever believed it would.

"Fuck...that's it kitten, swallow my cock, oh-shit." One of his hands finds the front of your throat and presses his fingers into your windpipe. He begins to rock his hips back and forth at an unrelenting pace, feeling the outline of his cock shaping your esophageal muscles. “Beg me like the bloodwhore you are, hm. Beg me for my cock, to use you like you know what your only purpose is, in the only way you know that you should be used,” Jungkook growls, making sure to keep his eyes on you.

Heat pools in your stomach at his words, coiling and twisting with soaring pleasure at the excitement of being nothing but a toy for his enjoyment. Feeding together might be a new activity that Jungkook has found to be thrilling and exciting to do together but nothing comes close, no activity is more of a favourite than using you, your body, pushing you beyond your limits for his own thrill and enjoyment.

Words are lost on your tongue and instead wrap around Jungkook's cock, which never stops jackhammering down your throat. Nothing but garbled sounds are all that is heard, along with the sounds of wet gagging resounding in the air around you. Instead, you eagerly nod your head up at him.

Eventually, Jungkook pulls out of your cavern with a moan and watches as your mouth frees up — spit and cum bathing his cock and decorating the skin of his stomach as his cock slams back against the muscles. Your lips are full, swollen, used, with saliva and remnants of sticky honeyed precum running past the seam of your lips and clings to your chin and inches its way towards your tits.

Jungkook in all his unnatural pace throws you back onto the blood soaked sheets before sinking his knees into the bed on either side of your body and lowers his head to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, teeth and tongues fighting against each other as you pull each other as close as you can physically get. You’re certain that if either of you could feel anything other than cold that you would both be lit on fire at the bites, tugs and pulls of each other's swollen lips. With a final nip Jungkook wins the battle, he blows against your chilled skin as he moves away from your mouth and manoeuvres your head with his own to connect his lips to the skin underneath your earlobe.

His mouth moves languidly down your jaw line, tongue making the first part of contact and then his lips sealing around his little lick for a kiss. Jungkook takes his time to dot kisses down your neck, inhaling your sweet natural aroma of your flesh as well as the crystalline blood that lay underneath. A hand slides up your sides and stops at your torso while the other is fast in grabbing at both of your wrists and holding them against the pillows. “Keep them there,” he tells you.

His hands roam back down and find your chest, dragging his fingers across both of your tits, his mouth following behind them. Closing his lips around your nipple, Jungkook sucks vigorously, scraping the hardening bud with his fangs over and over, watching as your hips raise off the sheets in euphoria. You can feel Jungkook’s hard cock pressing against your thigh as your body lifts and for a brief moment, you thought you could feel him throb against your skin in a rhythm his heart used to beat too.

The sounds of Jungkook tongue sucking at your tits creates tingles through your body, a pool of arousal gathering at your core. Jungkook’s hand finds your other breast and kneads the flesh between his fingers and with a side eye, he watches as the skin appears through the spaces of his fingers the harder he squeezes. With a timed sharp twist of your nipple and a piercing bite to the skin of your other breast, you wince, body shaking at the pleasure he is bestowing upon you.

Cupping the bottoms of your tits, Jungkook gently squeezes them, pushing them together and pulling another moan past your lips. A stream of crimson seeps from the fresh wound, wetting your skin and dribbles down to Jungkook’s mouth. It isn’t unheard of that Vampires can feed from each other. It’s a love bond, especially between those created and their maker. With their heightened senses, some vampires prefer to dilute the liquid before they drink from each other; however with you and Jungkook, there is nothing more arousing and romantic than tasting each other for who you both really are.

“I’ll never get enough of your taste. You gonna let me fuck you around all these bodies, hm? Let me stuff your tiny,messy pussy as I see fit?” He snarls, the bitter honeyed taste of your blood pooling on his tongue and painting his teeth red. “I’ll fuck you in these blood sodden sheets, like the bloodslut you are. Play with yourself baby, you’ve earned it.”

Your body sparks in pleasure and your mind spins in delirium at the order he is coaxing you with. Voice husky and filled to the brim with lust. Your hands unclamp from each other from their previous position above your head and you let your dominant hand seek out your pussy.

Taking two fingers, you spread your saturated pussy lips apart for his own viewing pleasure, and allow your other hand to glide over your swollen nerves in the most feather-like of touches. You’re so in tuned with your sensitivity, the lightest of touches sparking a ravenous hunger deep within, your body craving, aching for more. You decide to press down harder, feeling your pussy drown with a new precum of your own, wetting itself at the knowledge that not too long you’ll finally have Jungkook sinking his cock deep into you.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can, you slide a hand between your legs, fingers slipping wetly through your built up arousal and spit. A resounding squelch is heard around the room as your finger slips in between your sodden lips. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and Jungkook uses the opportunity to spit a mixture of saliva and blood onto your tongue.

“Swallow.” He doesn’t stutter once as he watches you close your mouth, the sight of your throat bobbing up and down is the confirmation he needs that you’ve obeyed his request. Jungkook’s own hand finds his shaft, wrapping his fist around himself, he tugs his skin back and forth in tandem to the movements you make around your clit. 

You circle the hood of your clit teasingly, making sure to wet your fingers enough before pushing one past the rings of your muscles. You pump slowly, teasing yourself now for only a matter of seconds and then interesting another one into yourself. You relax your body, your fingers easily pushing past your loosening hole, stretching you in preparation of your boyfriend's monstrous cock.

You eye Jungkook in front of you, eyes trailing down to his fist covered cock as you watch him work up and down his shaft, translucent cum slicking up the length making the glide of his hand seamless. You note that when his fingers reach the crown of his cock, he puts in a little extra effort to twist his wrist and let his thumb sweep over his weeping head to continue spreading the essence down his length.

Jungkook’s own eyes never leave the sight of you pushing your fingers inside of yourself, attentive to the way that both of them pull out with sticky white slick of your own cum. Simultaneously, you both moan in appreciation for each other and your ministrations as you finally sink in a third finger, hips lifting off the bed at how you spread around them, opening yourself up and allowing your pussy to swallow your fingers.

“I wish you could look at yourself,” Jungkook murmurs. “You’re such a greedy little slut, look at that hungry cunt. You need my cock that bad, huh, angel? So wet for me. Look at that pretty pussy swallowing your tiny fingers, wishing it was me instead aren’t you, angel.” 

At the sound of Jungkook’s words, you spread your legs wider, feeling the muscles in your thighs and calves burn at the overstretch. The hand that is three fingers deep stuffed into your cunt picks up its pace as your free one joins the preoccupied appendage at your pussy, making sure to press two fingers hard against your clit and rubbing in circles at an unforgiving speed — chasing any sort of high that you possibly can.

“Jungkook,” you try, voice broken but thick with lust nonetheless. “I’m ready for you. Fuck me like the whore you know I am for you.”

In record time, Jungkook pulls you up to your feet and takes you in through his own eyes. Blood drying onto your skin, blood leaking out of the wounds he created just a moment ago, make up running down your tear stained cheeks, lips full and puffy from the assault from his cock on your throat. Your eyes are glazed with arousal and your hair a disarray from Jungkook pulling and tugging at the strands. You’re a mess..but only in the best way.

He walks behind you slowly as if you’re now the one being hunted and only makes your want for Jungkook grow. As he places a hand on your hips, you lean back to rest against his collarbone and turn your head towards his face. You inhale and take in the smell of Jungkook — the metallic smell of blood as well as the sweet jasmine and floral scent from your perfume he loves to spray on himself, mixing together and making you dizzy with desire for him.

Jungkook’s other hand trails upwards albeit slowly up your front. He makes sure to ghost his fingers against the flesh of your stomach, stopping at your kiss bitten tit and kneads the flesh in his large palms. His still hand on your hips squeezes at your waist tenderly and you pull your lower lip in between your teeth and clamp down softly to hold back the small moan that threatens to escape. 

Without moving your head, you manage to get a glimpse of Jungkook caressing your hands, the white gold of his rings glinting under the moonlight that seeps through the blinds of your shared bedroom. The soft skin of your mounds peeking through the spaces in between his fingers and at this you lose control of keeping your moans at bay.

“Love when you play with me, Kook, mm,” you mewl.

You hear a deep vibration from Jungkook’s chest as his light laugh fills the space around you, a quick kiss placed on the crown of your head. His hand leaves your tit as the other continues to play with your pussy, two fingers passing through your folds to find your clit. “Best toy I could ever ask for. Do me a favour love, and hold your pussy open for me.”

With that, he lifts his fingers up to his mouth and you replace his with your own, opening your lips in a V shape, the cold air making contact with your sensitive clit causing your body to shiver. Jungkook wraps his mouth around his digits, coating them in his spit before removing them and placing his hand in front of your mouth as you move to repeat the action. “Nu huh baby..spit.”

You do as you’re told and gather enough saliva in your mouth before spitting on his fingers, watching the concoction of both your bodily fluids mix together. A second chuckle is heard from behind you and Jungkook doesn’t waste another moment as his fingers make direct contact with your clit thanks to your fingers keeping yourself open and waiting for him.

Not being able to avoid the growing pleasure taking over your senses, your mouth hangs open, tongue licking at your lips out as your eyes screw shut. Jungkook makes sure to keep up his ruthless pace of pistoning into you, his tight grip on your thighs sure to leave marks.

Your legs wobble at the collision, a hand winding its way around Jungkook’s neck as you try to steady yourself. You find the long strands of his gel slicked back hair at the nape of his neck and pull with vigour, hearing a hiss from your boyfriend. His palm on your hips slides forward, trapping you behind the hard muscles of his chest and his forearm, the hand now holding the other hip managing to keep you upright as he continues to attack your clit with hard presses.

New arousal drips out of your hole like sweet nectar dripping from a flourished flower. Jungkook swipes a finger through the wetness and uses that as an extra lubricant to aid his movements against your clit, the wet squelching resounding around the bedroom.

After managing to find your balance, Jungkook lets your hip go in favour of pressing the palm under your chin, his fingers pressing into the side of your face, pushing your neck up in his direction, letting him instantly press his mouth against yours in a messy kiss.

Before you have the chance to seal your mouth in the kiss, Jungkook slips his tongue past the seam of your lips, tangling his muscle with your own, taking control instantaneously. It’s rough and sloppy, drawn out with strings of saliva creating a stickiness between the both of you as soon as your lips meet each other.

If your body had a beating heart, warmth or anything deemed human, you know that your body would be on fire as Jungkook indulges every part of your senses. However, your head is spinning and your skin tingles, enjoying everything Jungkook bestows upon you.

“Your scent,” Jungkook whispers against your mouth. He breaks the kiss and allows his nose to press against your cheek softly as he inhales. Your watch as his eyes flutter as his nose travels towards your jaw before pressing in between the juncture of your neck and shoulder and inhales, “is thick and sweet,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, “so beautiful. I could never want anybody else.” You grin at his words.

You let out a yelp when you feel Jungkook pushing you down on the bed face down, hips high. “Open your fucking legs.” Jungkook grabs onto your thighs and pushes them apart, opening you up fully for his viewing pleasure and you can’t help but teasingly shake your ass for him. At the sight of your dripping cunt, Jungkook’s mouth waters and he lands a harsh slap against your left cheek, moaning at the way it jiggles on impact. His cock is hard, throbbing and begging to be stuffed inside your clenching cunt. 

Teasing you, Jungkook stands above you and grabs himself by the base of his cock. Your body twitches deliciously when you feel the blunt head of his cock slide in between the lips of your pussy. Jungkook begins a slow rock of his hips back and forth, coating himself in your wetness and groans as he watches himself become slick with your essence.

“You need my cock that bad, I better give it to you.” Jungkook laughs as he wraps his hand around his dick and pumps himself once, twice, thrice, glazing his length. In one swift movement, he pulls himself back until he lines his tip with your entrance, watching as your head falls forward as Jungkook slowly begins to press into you, filling you up deliciously. “Beg me to move.”

Jungkook leans over your back and grabs your wrists in each of his hands and pulls you upright against him. You feel the taut muscles of his torso press against your back as he steps further forward, inching his cock further into you than you thought possible. A knuckle brushes across your cheek before his ringed fingers grips your jaw firm and twists your head to the side to look at him.

For a split second, you're dazed, the lust taking over you as he manhandles you so easily. Sex with Jungkook is better than anything you could have predicted, both as a human or creature of the night — being able to call him your own causes butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Leaning back so he can watch, Jungkook lets himself sink into your soft, wet heat. His girth slowly disappears between your swollen, battered lips, his mind short circuiting at the feeling of his cock finally being sheathed inside you.

You’re brought back down to earth as Jungkook tightens the grip on your cheek, pulling himself out of your cunt at the slowest pace so you feel every ridge of his cock drag against your walls punishingly.

“Use your words. I said-,” he thrusts back in, “beg,” he pulls out again and fucks back into you harder, “me,” and again, “for,” again, “it,” one he leaves and slams back into you one last time.

You let out a whined out “yes” in response and it seems like it was enough for Jungkook.

“You always want me this bad, don’t you,” Jungkook scoffs, lust lacing his words. You don’t answer, the feeling of being filled up by Jungkook causes all words to die on your tongue, replacing it with incoherent murmurs. “Too fucked out already at just the thought of me.”

Shifting his weight, Jungkook removes himself from your pussy and then thrusts back into you — harder and much deeper than the first time, passing through the tightness of your walls. He looks between both of your bodies and watches as your pussy wraps around him snuggly.

Jungkook slams his cock into you repeatedly bottoming out every single time he breaches your pussy, feeling your walls clenching against his length, practically sucking him in. The stretch he is providing is enough to kill for, making this life with him by your side worth it.

“Shit, I-, fuck you so often and you’re always still this tight,” Jungkook moans through gritted teeth, the fingers keeping your jaw set in place squeezes your cheeks and causes your lips to pout stupidly.

“Y-yes, I want you, I need you baby.” A shiver runs through you, your hand reaching up and wraps around Jungkook’s thick bicep.

“You feel incredible,” Jungkook coos, voice airy as he loses himself to the lust. You moan out and Jungkook is quick to swallow the moans as he leans down to kiss you. “So wet, dripping down my cock, such a good girl for me.”

He is ruthless. So fucking rough with you. The power in his movements against you leaves you sex drunk and it’s everything you could ever need, ever want from him. The feeling of his cock slamming deep inside of you repeatedly, over and over causes your head to fall back back against his chest, mouth open as you become a blithering, incoherent mess in his hands.

His pace is inhumane, your body cold to the touch but he can’t seem to get enough of the warmth your pussy provides him when he sinks back in. Jungkook’s hand falls down to your neck and immediately seals his grip across your skin. There is no need to keep an eye on your breathing, allowing him to apply as much pressure as he likes.

“You always fuck me so well, baby,” you choke the words out, the vibrations in your throat tickling against Jungkook’s palm. 

You still feel lightheaded, not from the lack of air but from the desire, the itch to have more of Jungkook even as he already fully consumes every single part of your mind, body and soul. The black spots you see as your eyelids flutter just make the experience so much more intense.

Jungkook looks down at you from above and a sinister laugh falls from his lips. He looks down at your face as he eases himself in and out mercilessly and hums out. “I can’t hear you over how pathetic noises you’re making.” Your cunt clenches once more at his words, and the feeling of your orgasm finally begins chasing you. You open your eyes and are met with his own instantly. The sight of dark lustful crimson red and the remaining flecks of amber from his usual form glimpses through — and you think to yourself in your blissful state he really is the most stunning person you have ever laid your eyes on.

“I’m gonna c-come,” you hiccup, feeling the coil in your stomach coil tightening.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, your words causing his cock to twitch inside of you as it seems like he is starting to chase his own high along with you. 

“Look at me when I fuck you,” he tells you. “Look at me when you come.”

Mouth wide, eyes struggling to stay open, you nod for him and Jungkook’s hand moves from your jaw and nestles behind your neck and finds the nape of your neck, pulling your head back from the little strands of hair. Jungkook pulls you closer to his chest, dancing little kisses over your shoulder, his lips soft against your flesh as his fangs graze over the kisses, soft enough to sink into you but hard enough for it to cause your body to erupt in goosebumps.

“Are you gonna let me cum inside you kitten?”

“Y-yes Jungkook, please come inside me!”

Jungkook gives you a thrust hard enough to feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix, your toes curling as his pace never falters but instead quickens and you cry out in pain. “You’re such a cock dumb bloodwhore, oh-shit, wouldn’t have you any other way.” The angles are pristine, perfect, on point and you both know that you aren’t going to last much longer. 

His lips are quick and meet yours in a fierce kiss, heavy and full of thirst. He slips his tongue right past your mouth and sucks on your tongue, exploring every crevice of your cavern, just for him as he keeps rocking his cock into your body. The kiss grows more desirous as the sounds of your lips locking together, the slapping of skin on skin, moans and groans from the both of you fill the room.

The pleasure that has built up over the actions of the evening has finally caught up with Jungkook as it becomes almost too much to handle. Nobody, nothing, no amount of feeding, no amount of blood, absolutely nothing has made him the way he feels for you quite like you have. Something akin to love for you washes over him in this moment and it’s been decades…centuries, that he has felt as warm as he does right now. Even in his human life, he’s never felt so strongly for someone else like he does for you and he chases that warmth for you, faster and faster until he stills.

Jungkook’s balls tightens, his thirst for you intensifies, forming a pit in his stomach and his heart sends a chill right up his spine. Earth shatters beneath him and he’s throwing his head back in euphoria as his cock twitches one last time and spills into you. Ropes and ropes of warm cum release into your pussy and your automatic reaction is to grab at the hand he has on your hips and lace your fingers with his, squeezing them as to tell him silently that you love him back.

Jungkook tilts backwards onto his knees and watches as you push a load of milky white cum from your cunt, watching as  it drips out of your pussy and lands on the crown of his cock, coating him in his own climax. Jungkook has never seen anything more sinful from you. Overlooking the sensitivity of his body, he takes his cock back in his hand and spreads his cum along his length and lines himself with you once more.

You're on all fours as the stretch of your pussy is felt when Jungkook sinks back inside of you once more. You both moan at the same time and Jungkook draws back and slams back against you and you hear a hiss from behind his teeth.

Shallow thrusts slowly dissolve and Jungkook is once again allowing the pleasure and desire to sear back into his bones — shorter, more power filled assaults of his cock returns and you’re sure that by the tomorrow that you’ll be struggling to keep yourself up right. 

Growing bolder in his renewed movements, Jungkook grabs each of your ankles and spreads your legs wider, opening you up further for his viewing pleasure. The sight of his cum from his previous orgasm being pushed from your seeping lips, as well as your own slick which aided his movements.

“Wan’ you to touch yourself.”

You reach down between your legs and dip your fingers past your wet lips, gathering enough cum on your digits and then pressing them onto your pussy. You whimper at the contact, the tightening of your stomach muscles a tell tale sign that you’re nearing your own release.

Jungkook fucks into your harder, his cock coming into contact with your fingers every so often as he slams into you deeper. “Just like that you filthy whore,” he throws his sweat slicked head backwards. His own hand grabs you by the neck once more and brings you up to him once more, turning your neck and aims for kissing your lips but missing in his haste and ends up catching the corner of your mouth.

“Bite me, Jungkook.” You force the words off your tongue as Jungkook’s powerful thrusts pick up.

Wasting no time, Jungkook sinks his fangs into the column of your throat, tearing your skin and pulling it open with his teeth the second he gets a taste of your blood. A hand finds your tits and squeezes one and then the other as he continues to suck the sweet elixir straight from your jugular.

You turn your head enough to puncture your own fangs into the juncture of Jungkook’s throat, next to his shoulder and drink straight from the wound. You’re able to get the faint taste of yourself from through Jungkook’s skin and it only makes you suck harder as he fucks you deeper.

Blood sharing between maker and those they have created isn’t common at all. It’s taboo within the species but fuck, if the maker can create a newborn that also indulges, it creates bonds that become inferior. Indestructible even. It builds relationships, becomes personal to each vampire that participated and holds them to each other forevermore.

You both spend time drinking from each other, both of you feeling your arousal heightening as you open your eyes and take in the sight of your boyfriend. The scent of endorphins and the smell of sex is thick around you, sweet and overwhelming in the best way.

Jungkook removes himself from you and you watch as your blood drips from both corners of his mouth and falls down against your shoulder. Rivulets run down his chains and he runs a hand through it, coating his rings in the honeyed juice.

“Look at me and make yourself cream all over my fucking cock,” he mouths against your lips and then resumes himself, feeling the tip of his cock kiss at your cervix.

Your body is like a live wire, completely alive with every touch Jungkook places against you. You force your eyes to look into Jungkook’s garnet ones as your fingers work harder against your own oversensitivity to bring you to your own orgasm. 

“C-coming baby—shit, oh my Go-.” Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you finally feel the coil in your stomach snapping, and again, you’re squirting all over the pair of you.

The rivulets runs out of you harder than the last time, coating your thighs, your hands and Jungkook’s length as he fucks you through it entirely as his own movements grow frantic yet stuttered as he races towards his own second orgasm.

His palm on your throat squeezes as he finally comes, his legs twitching and hips never relenting as they thrust into your wet cunt until he’s sure he’s milked himself dry inside of you.

Cupping himself in his hands, Jungkook moves back to draw his cock out, only keeping his cockhead inside. He wraps his fist around his cock once more as he jerks the length to full completion, slowly, feeling your pussy clench and push the remaining length of him out. 

It’s no surprise that you fall onto your side as you grow limp, body falling next to the dead female that you both fed from earlier in the night. Jungkook is not too far off from you as he collapses in a heap next to you and you both laugh at each other.

“I think we might need to clean up,” you say, voice broken from your blood curdling pleasure.

“I think we need to do this more often,” Jungkook says, his own tone not that much different to your own.

You turn towards each other, blood and cum smeared all over your bodies, blood residue all over the floor, walls, furniture and linens and then your eyes land on the dead couple on the floor.

“What do we do with them?” You ask.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders and pushes the hair on his forehead back as he basks in his post-sex euphoriaism, slotting his mouth over the bitten mark in your neck and letting his tongue soothe over the area, kissing around the masticated wound.

Using the speed of your supernatural abilities to your advantage, you flip Jungkook onto the bed and straddle his waist, kissing his stomach and letting your spit glaze over his abdominal muscles.

“Leave them for dessert later.”

[hanasnx]

Tips for starting out a new writing blog ?

tbh tags. establish a tag system. figure out how you’re gonna organize your reblogs, your posts, the characters you write for etc etc. like srsly i wish i had done that when i started this blog, now i’m going back to manually change tags to fit my new tagging system.

i honestly choose an aesthetic first. name, title, descrip, pfp, bkg. it’s always the most fun for me. pick your fave colors bcos those will stick with you the longest.

put your age in your bio or pinned. super important

make a navi page, and masterlist page first. organize your masterlist by fandom ppl rly like that. make an anon page when you get your first emoji anon and keep track of themmmm by goddd i did not keep track of my emoji anons and recently had to revamp the whole thing, everyone had to pick new emojis. do a rules page also, and if you need help defining your boundaries in your rules take a look at mine bcos mine is super thorough

if you write smut don’t use the actor’s name or character’s name plain. like when i write a anakin skywalker smut post, i don’t say “hayden christensen” or “anakin skywalker” in the tags bcos it’s a good way to get stuck with a community label. chances are someone is in those tags that doesn’t look for smut and doesn’t know what a blow a community label is, and they just hit the “add community label” button so tumblr nails you with one. always tag your smut fics with “(character) smut” or “(character) x reader” and never just “(character)”

don’t tag more than you have to. like you don’t have to clog up tags with things that don’t pertain to it. if you’re writing anakin skywalker x reader don’t tag the fic as “obi wan x reader” too. keep your tags relevant otherwise ppl will tell u not to clog up tags.

if there’s a way to credit things, do. always. find a way to credit things. if you found a fanart picture on pinterest, reverse google image search it to find the source to check of the artist allows reposts etc. if you’re inspired by someone else’s writing even marginally mention them in the post you wrote inspired by their piece.

reblog other people’s work that you like.

that’s all i can think of rn. gl

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Dating Tenya Iida HCs!

Scenario:-what would dating tenya iida be like?

Pairing:-Iida x gn!Reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:-headcanons

A/N:- for @tooloudarts I hope u like it bestie!

{look for the moot mayham masterlist in the fanfics masteistlink for the rest of the requests!}

Dating tenya is kinda different

Not in a bad way ofc

Hes just kinda awkward at first!

You two had been besties for your 1st and 2nd years and you could definitely say you’d grown close as close could be

Seeing tenya without you and vice versa was always a little odd.

And everyone could tell that you had a thing for eachother!

So in your 3rd year,you bit the bullet,thanks to courage bestowed upon you by denki sero and mina, and asked him out on a date.

And later that day he asked you to be his s/o!

He was sweating bullets lemme tell ya! And although ppl woulda thought yall went from 0-100 REAL Fast,you knew that goin thru the talkin phase would be kinda stupid,especially when you already knew everything abt eachother!

Datee nights are always perfect.thoughtful and well executed

This man is basically the kunikida of MHA he has a plan for almost anything and mann will he execute it to a T!

Iida isnt really big on pda but if he knows you are ,he tries his best to be okay with it.if you initiate it hes mostly okay but he wouldn’t really do anything other than a little hand squeeze on his own.

The iida family aren’t particularly judgy or concerned about your family back ground(they know that if someone managed to make tenya fall in love,really in love,they were the right choice) but they were however adamant on the fact that he treat you right

Tensei himself gave tenya a good talking to the day they had you over for dinner,and even though you were having a nice chat with his mum,you caught a few words of tenseis lecture.

When it comes to gifts they arent really big or flashy. Flowers he saw out in the school garden or just little things that remind you of him are his little gifts to you

Tiny trinkets that mean a lot!

And if anyone ever even triesss to mess with you,this man will defeat them WITH THE POWER OF LOGIC AND FACTS HE WILL REASON UNTIL HE HAS DEFENDED YOUR HONOUR!

And honestly it gets you kinda flustered to see him so worked up,you had the situation under control but he really wanted to help you,so you just watched from the sidelines as his hand kept cutting through the air as he made his point,and I think we all know he wan that argument 😎

Dating tenya iida is a unique experience and honestly he makes your life just a little bit sweeter just by being HIM.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

[exposingthemonster]

Hey, finally glad there is someone willing to stand up for the ppl getting targeted and harassed just for not liking the pop ppl.

I myself have made an evidence account. I am currently going through the posts for every single account involved in the situation. Archiving anything and everything from today till March, possibly before since I still need to investigate the claims that there has been bullying from Dana and Ceph specifically over someone's hot take over sun they didn't like.

Afterwards I am making a timeline of events, and airing out All of the dirty laundry. Every instance of name-calling, 'big twitter word' baiting, ableism, block evading, 'exposure post's from Both sides. Because clearly no one knows the meaning of not having a biased, if the recent fallout google document is anything to go by.

There will be an entire list of people that were in support of the hoax post, as well as anyone who reblogged it and did not denounce the hoax suggestion.

There will also be a list of anyone and everyone that has gotten a suspected 'gore anon' so we can get an idea of how far this plague of people have spread their hate. It may seem pointless now, but trust me, it'll be extremely useful later on.

If anyone wants to be tagged/notified of the account and what I've come up with as the masterlist, please tell me. I won't hand out my main, or the sideblog till I have collected everything to avoid getting blocked. But know it will be named after a vine quote and it is me. - ☀️🌙

I would actually like to know this side blog once you have all the evidence gathered. I would also recommend scrolling through the original confession blog ( @tsams-confessions ) till you find a post going over a fanfiction called “the celestial family road trip” as that is more evidence of the harassment people are facing because of the big blogs (The only reason I know about this confession is because I randomly saw pop up on my Tumblr one day and didn’t think to screenshot it. Looking back at it I should’ve screenshot it it and it replies, as there were people stating that they had come across it while scrolling through character tags for the sun and moon show)

[blacktoothcomics]

YOU CAN CLICK THE TAGS BELOW TO FIND THINGS I HAVE WRITTEN &/OR CURATED FROM OTHER USERS IN REBLOGS. 8D neet.

because i am SH*T at remembering things, here is a masterpost chat and contacts list (only mutuals can respond and reblog, safety first chickadees!) :

@blacktoothcomics -- ezra, he/they. unemployed and officially disabled. i share a town incredibly accidentally with jason mewes, like sold the man groceries during covid and had a fun little chat; certain now that kimmie's ghost has been watching over me.

@clearlyafandomblog -- rae, ezra's very strong wife. internet curation and social justice. extrovert. icon. genius. i lose all my grammar when i am around her. turned the proudest man you know into a simp. settled this bachelor. adopted this hobo. holder of ezra's lifedebt, but firstly and foremostly a loyal comrade.

@cuppa-decaf -- jeff, may or may not be pretending to be 15 again with ezra, they were well past age 21 whenever they drank together in public but it was still good anarcho fun to play chicken with the cop under the fireworks that night.

@silentlia -- silent, she/her. super groovy author, illustrator and social theorist that ezra met on roleplay repository dot com. excellent taste in wrestling theater, cultural migrant awareness, and games both video and tabletop alike.

@gracelithorizon -- the comic collaboration between ezra and silent, for free to everyone to enjoy or ignore at your leisure! (please share any similar projects of your own, if you wanna contribute blog curation or make requests and changes to this masterlist also, or do none of that cos im not ur parents)

@bettie-jettatura -- bettie, she/her. childhood cousin (?) to jeff and teenhood chum to ezra. no beatnik movement would be complete without a bettie, and that's all i'm gonna say about [redacted] with the body in that factory down [redacted] street, lmao, you know the one.

@anurognathusvilheimium -- vilheimie!! kermit noodle arms flappy yayyy dot gif!! a beleaguered STEM professional living in chemical-train-crash-noxious-fumes country. doing his best at all times and deserving of as much vacation as you could possibly give.

to get list:

vilheim, he could use some goofiness poor mans working with factory town republicans

marissa, for obvious reasons

reggie if he's down for only strictly clowning (no bad vibes allowed, no music supremacy)

oh, melee!!

and peanut.

AND WHERE IS BRENNAN MI BOIIY

codeine + crew, possibly

and anyone YOU people think would enjoy dumb radical performance art in a supportive and science-positive everything-ology interest group. to be taken as seriously or as stupidly as you wanna, baybee, ezra had to smoke a lot of weed to be comfortable typing in the third person (but that's just, like, creative journalistic formatting shh it's fiiine)

yell @ ppl here! message me (blacktoothcomics, ezra) to get your user or blog name added to my follow / mutuals and thus tagged access to reply in this post. i have to know you irl to list you here, sorry!

[cadybear420]

Intro Post + All Important Masterlists (NOTE: List is subject to frequent updates)

Hi everybody. You can call me Cady. This is a Choices: Stories You Play blog, primarily centered around HSS and Aiden Zhou. Some stuff to know about me:

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers (I'm a GNC cis woman)

Age: I was born in 2001

Artistic Creations:

I mainly make edits of Choices sprites, primarily for HSS. You can find all my HSS edits here and all my other Choices edits here. Plus the sources for transparent Choices sprites that I use for my edits.

I also like to make a lot of headcanon posts about my Choices MCs/couples. You can find my Choices MC profile collection here and my MC Wardrobes edit series here.

I like to write fanfic about my favorite Choices stories, but I don't post very often because coming up with stories takes a while. You can find all the fanfics I've posted here.

I sometimes draw, but my style is very hit-or-miss with me, so you probably won't see me post that much. Nevertheless, here's the one and only art piece I've ever posted. If I start making and posting art more regularly, I will give it its own masterlist.

I like to do braindumps talking about certain Choices books sometimes, and I have a series called "Cadybear's Reviews" where I talk about Choices stories a little more in-depth. You can find all of my reviews, arranged into a Choices book tier ranking, here.

Other Creations: I sometimes make memes and shitposts.

Other Important Lists: Gifts, Inspired Works, etc. made by others

NSFW: I do not recommend following if you're a minor. I sometimes talk about NSFW and suggestive topics here. Whether it be headcanons, thirstposting, occasionally art and writing when I feel like it. I may or may not post some of my own NSFW writing here. I always tag this sort of content with tags such as "cw suggestive", "NSFW mention, "NSFT", and if it gets very explicit I may put it under a mature content label or at least under a "Read More" cut.

Other Important Stuff to know about me:

Be normal about cis ppl and het ppl who are GNC/genderqueer, or face my instant vaporizer ray. It is charged, and I will use it without hesitation.

I may often reblog and promote campaign posts for 🍉. I do not officially vet and verify posts myself, but I always do my best to check and figure out which campaigns are legitimate. I will answer inbox asks, however, I would prefer to be tagged or DMed if you have a verified campaign for me to promote.

[sttoru]

i want to start writing things here but i dont know where and how to start it

do you have any advices?

you are so kind and talented!

🩷🩷

heeellooo!!! ^_^ thank u sm for ur compliments lovely xx means a LOTT! im gonna give u some advice based on my own personal experience on tumblr for the past 4 years (also had a previous writing acc with 4k+ a year or two back) :

start with setting up your writing blog! it’s important to let your future followers know what they’re getting into by following you and what your boundaries are. essentials to make: “blog rules page” — put your DNI (do not interact if…) section and BYF (before you follow) section in there | “request rules page” is also important if you want to take on requests from anons | “masterlist page” to put all your published work in one place | “about me page” if you want to tell people information about yourself.

for examples on how those pages can look, you can click on my profile & see how i did / set up my pages + take inspo!

it’s also partially important to have a easily navigable / aesthetically pleasing theme or layout. this will capture more attention of others. well, that’s speaking from my experience. something aesthetically pleasing to look at adds so much to the appeal !!!! i personally love it when writing blogs have a cool / cute / interesting theme bcs it catches my eye and makes me check out their works more.

after setting up your blog, you can start publishing a work of fiction. use the tags wisely and accordingly. jjk related fic example: ‘jjk x reader’ , ‘jjk smut’ (only if it is smut), ‘jjk fluff’ (only if its fluff), ‘gojo x reader’ etc etc etc ! you can follow what the writers you follow do with their posted fics. but make sure to tag properly. (p.s if you created a separate new acc, make sure that you give it a day or two bcs tumblr has to confirm that you aren’t a bot before your account is visible in tags)

keep in mind; gaining notes and followers can take days, weeks to months !!! please don’t get easily demotivated because your fic isn’t getting the notes you thought it would have. especiallyyyy at the start of your writing tumblr acc!!! i know how it feels, but i can reassure you that there will be people who will show up and appreciate your work one day!

interact with readers. interact with people who leave comments, show them that you appreciate the support they give you !! u can also make appreciation posts for ur readers and thank them for their support to let them know that it means a lot!!

interact with other writers!! reblog their fics, leave comments, pop up in their inbox with a small message — that’s how u mostly start making mutuals. mutuals will literally get u FARRRR on tumblr (ofc dont just use the other writers solely for the purpose to make ur fics get more notes . . . people easily get blocked by many if they do, they would by me too). but im sure many writers on here dont mind to spread your fics without you directly having to ask for it. if u just interact and make friends, that will follow automatically!

write what you want, when you want. getting ideas for fics can take some time, but when you do have an idea, write it down somewhere. you dont have to instantly write the entire fic — take ur time!!!!! don’t feel pressured to constantly post fics, i’m sure your audience understands that you have a life outside of tumblr.

but! posting constantly at the start of your tumblr acc can take u far as well. if u constantly appear in tags, ppl will get curious abt ur account. but don’t feel pressured to bcs it can easily burn u out !! just a little thing that i did at the start of my acc

[fakeuwus]

UNDERSTAND | CHAPTER 16: floppy disk or balls

warnings: cursing, ignore timestamps

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MESSAGE FROM NIC: havent seen da boyz gc in awhile had to bring them back 💯 also this was supposed to be a lil angsty but pcd is so bad and i miss jay so i had to make it cute 🤧 hope u guys enjoyed, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated (pls i wanna talk to yall <33) ilyyyy 🤍

TAGLIST: @02zhoonie @myjaeyunn @shinrjj @justandloyal2961 @enhaz1 @quemirasboboandapaya @mrchweeee @in-somnias-world @stqrrgirle @heesbaby @dear-hoon @karinasbaby @sunjaywoning @jjhmk @en-happiness @sunsunl0ver @yenqa @fluerz @nicholasluvbot @enhypeniara @mari-oclock @randomperfections05 @astrae4 @cassie6392 @kwiwin @bbangricz @darly6n @kyanmeai @cheybabey @jiawji @luvkpopp @rory-cant-sleep @miujunhui @odisdad @luveuism @manooffline @hyehae @aloverga @stryroses @infpistj @fufubai @chaerybae @minghaosstuff @nyuzip @i-yeseo @vernonburger @haechansbbg @wtfhyuck @jiyeons-closet @catwalkerluv (removed a lot of ppl who couldnt be tagged and some couldnt be tagged this time around!)

© fakeuwus 2024 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[19calicos]

fic authors self rec! ♡ when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love ♡

hi wyr & @mollyrolls !! you both sent me this so i’ll answer u both here :-) thank you for the ask btw !!!

so technically i dont have 5 fics out LFMAOO so i’ll plug everything i’ve published so far + my favorite ikwtl chapters!

when the sun sets, it rises again (osamu oneshot)

this is the most self indulgent thing i’ve ever published ….. i wrote this when i was barely starting to come out of a really bad headspace, and it ended up kind of helping me out of it more. i really love osamu and i’ve been wanting to write more for him but im glad i put him in this one :-) and i think that all of the things i’ve written, i genuinely don’t care how many notes this one gets LOL idk how to describe it but it’s just so close to my heart

street style (oikawa smau)

HELP im gonna have so much fun writing this ITS SO EASY TO BE FUNNY FOR THIS FIC 😭😭 oikawa fuckass bermuda shorts pic u do Not know how iconic u are to me !!!!! i think i’ll also post a style guide for this one since fashion is a part of it !

tea for two (kiyoko smau)

a fic that im very very excited to write ‼️ plus kiyoko deserves more love and the more i plan for this/look at my notes the more im like Wait….. Theres literally no way i actually considered a man for this fic 😭😭 im very excited to do my best in characterizing kiyoko and the support this fic has alr garnered just from the masterlist blows me away <33 i really love the image of crescent teahouse that im creating and how it and yn march to their own beat :-)

i know where to look (kuroo smau)

definitely my pride and joy and very self indulgent 🙂‍↕️ im proud of how far i went with it and i will be finishing it soon one way or another! it still blows my mind that this was my first fic and it kind of blew up very soon after i started publishing chapters. i appreciate all the love it’s received and i think about some of the tags in the reblogs very often, esp when all i want to do is abandon this blog 😭😭

ikwtl chapter 6: clocked and chapter 12: who wont slime

6 & 12 are the funniest chapters i’ve written out of the entire series 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i rmbr reading peoples’ reactions and laughing my ass off when i was writing the tweets 😭 like bokuto choking bc he was too drunk to remember to chew & noya selling slime to akaashi i rlly make myself laugh ! i am very glad my very dumb humor has also made other ppl laugh too !!

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

Chapter X: It’s All Hate And Money

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | chapter ix

summary: an idea is proposed by your label that you’re not sure you want to take part in, especially given the circumstances.

tags: hurt/no comfort but barely, angst, fake dating, slow burn, idiots in love, mutual pining, mutual heartbreak, these two are so stupid sometimes it hurts

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long and it’s still not very long, but it DID inspire me to keep going! also yeah, ofc i brought the angst back. bc that was the whole plot. just stupid ppl that cannot communicate right now bc they r afraid!!! also if any of my links are broken pls let me know, im trying to fix them but they decide to work half the time?? Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

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July 1986

The breeze is refreshing, despite it blowing your hair into your face. Eddie sits next to you, hands behind his head as he lay in the sun. He’s showing off his tattoos, including the one he’d gotten from you last month, your initials in your handwriting scratched neatly above his hip. In front of you, Robin and Steve splash each other in the lake, both of them shrieking and laughing as the cool water hits their faces. Your heart is full, spending the weekend at Steve’s parents’ unused lake house with your closest friends. Nancy and Jonathan arrive tomorrow, and the five of you have plans to roast marshmallows and sing songs like in all those cheesy horror movies. You could do this every day for the rest of your life, and be perfectly happy. You know Eddie doesn’t feel that way, he gets restless in places so still, and you have this deep, irrational fear that his urge to keep moving will end up being your downfall. But right now, that’s a non-problem. You return to your book, The Harlequin’s Son, as Eddie cranks the boombox up another few notches to blast Beach Boys Surfin USA.

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Present Day

Eddie’s POV

“Eddie! Is Sweetheart about Y/n?” “Was Pretty Boy written about you?” “How long have you and Y/n been together?” “Eddie, where’s Y/n?” The questions are hurled at him by fans and journalists alike as he enters the venue, cameras flashing in his face as Steve tries to shield him.

“We have no comment at this time, thank you! Bye!” Steve shoos the mob as well as he can manage, holding his hand out in front of photographers. Eddie keeps his head down, saying nothing as the door swings open for him and his band.

“Hey, they’ll let it go, it’s just fresh right now.” Steve reassured him, a comforting hand landing on his shoulder.

“It’s not them I’m worried about.” He looks around, every backstage of every venue looks the same to him, but you’re in the wings, lugging your guitar and amp to the stage as crew members set up pedal boards and wires. You look up then, and offer Eddie the smallest of smiles that he returns with a shy wave.

“I’m sure Y/n is fine, too.”

“You haven’t talked to them?”

“I’ve been busy with your temperamental ass!” Steve jokes, nudging him. “Besides, they’re a lot stronger than you think.”

“Hey. I know that. You think I don’t know that? We were together for like, four years. That isn’t my point.” It’s his turn to be defensive. He’s never doubted your strength, it’s your temper he’s concerned with. You’re not one to shy away from chewing someone out for a wrong assumption.

He looks from Steve back to you, watching as you chat with a crew member about something. You’re in plain jeans and a tight black t-shirt, your hair tied on top of your head haphazardly.

He feels a second nudge. “Stare more, would ya?” Robin’s appeared on Eddie’s other side.

“Who’s staring? I’m not staring.”

“And I’m not a lesbian. Try to blink, you’ll look less obvious.” Her smirk makes his eye twitch. “Or, y’know. You could just go say hi. Like friends do.”

“Seriously? You’re giving me shit about this too?” Eddie groans, craning his neck to the ceiling in irritation.

“Of course I am! If you guys are gonna do this dance the whole time we’re touring, I'm gonna get my jokes in!” This causes Steve to snicker.

“Listen, I’m only gonna say this once. Y/n and I are adults. You two are being so immature about this. There is absolutely nothing else between us, okay? Nothing.” Steve and Robin exchange a look, and begin to giggle again. “Cut it out!” Eddie whines, then startles when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. He turns around to find you, sparkly eyed with a tight smile on your lips.

“We need to talk.”

—

Your POV

You don’t mention what you’d heard from Eddie’s lips, but you feel your heart sting a little. Nothing else between us? Bullshit. But now isn’t the time to call him out on it.

“What’s up?” Eddie leans against the doorframe of the dressing room, arms crossed casually.

“I just got a call from my label. They, uh, saw the magazine article.” You keep your voice low, not wanting to alert your gaggle of friends hanging out inside the dressing room. “They want us to play into it.”

“Play into it?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow teasingly. You’re sure he knows exactly what you’re talking about, but he wants to hear you say it.

You groan. “They want us to be seen together more, out in public. Hold hands and shit.”

“They want us to date for publicity?”

You shrug. “Pretty much.”

“Do you want that?” He sounds sincere, even concerned.

“I don’t know if I have that choice.”

Eddie straightens his posture. “You always have a choice. It’s your life, regardless of what your label wants you to do.”

You sigh. He means well, you know that, but it would be so much more added stress to fight with executives while on tour. “Well, what do you think?”

“You know I’m always down to play tricks on the public,” he laughs, “and if you don’t mind being around me all the time, I’ll definitely do it.” You can’t get a read on him. If he doesn’t have feelings for you, why would he want to pretend?

“Okay. Then let’s play some tricks, yeah?” You offer your hand, and he stares. “You’re supposed to shake it.”

He blinks his stare away, and grasps your right hand in his. “Let’s do it.” He nods, and you can’t help but smile.

—

Your anxiety is skyrocketing tonight. With the added weight of this dating scheme, you barely have the mental capacity to make it through soundcheck.

“Are you okay?” Robin approaches you when you fumble the chords to Pretty Boy again, wincing as you sing the lyrics you’d written so many years ago.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Steve.” You’re whispering, even though you really don’t care if your bandmates find out. But Steve will try to protect you, probably going as far as making a scene in front of the label execs if he deemed necessary, and that was way too much to deal with right now.

“Consider my lips locked.” Robin makes a point of zipping her lips, locking them, and tossing the imaginary key behind her shoulder. You fill her in on your plan, not mentioning your nerves or feelings the entire time.

“And you think this is a good idea?” She asks when you’ve finished your rant. She’s not saying it to bite, she genuinely seems worried for you.

You shrug. “Probably not, but DDA is still new, we could get kicked off the label if we object to them this early. And they talked to CC’s agent already, so we pretty much have to do it.”

“But, what if you get the feelies again? Or worse, what if you don’t get the feelies, and now you’re lying to the world and to yourself?”

“First of all, feelies, Robin? Are we twelve? And secondly, I know. I'm screwed either way. Eddie already said he didn’t have feelings for me, so it’s not like-“

Robin interrupts you, waving her hand frantically. “When did he say that?”

“I overheard him talking to you and Steve earlier. ‘There is nothing else between us. Nothing.’.” You mimic Eddie’s gruff voice as you quote him, warning a chuckle from your bassist.

“You know that’s like, total bullshit, right?”

“No, I don’t! I can’t figure him out anymore, and frankly I don’t see why I have to.”

Robin pinches between her eyes like a disappointed mother. “You don’t. But you should figure your own shit out. Might be healing.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever. This could totally be my undoing, I am very aware. But this could also be the push I need to make a decision. Either I’m over him, or I’m not.”

Robin pats your shoulder lovingly. “Okay, babes. Whatever you want. But maybe stop thinking about it until after we rock the shit out of this place, okay?”

You nod, finding the first chord again, and playing it perfectly. “Right. Let’s do this shit.”

—

Eddie’s POV

He taps his foot along anxiously with the house music, currently Blind Melon’s Tones of Home. His pen bounces up and down frantically in his hand, tapping against his frayed leather bound journal. A melody has been stuck in his head all day, but he can’t bring the words to match it. He’s about to throw in the towel when he feels another presence in the room.

He glances up, and his eyes meet with yours in the mirror. He whips his head around, startled by your stealth. “Hey, sw- hey, you.” He chuckles, feeling his cheeks heat up at the slip up. “Sorry, practicing.”

You shake your head, a small smile on your lips. “Hey. I wanted to be the one to tell you, there’s a lot of press here tonight. I heard Rolling Stone might try talking to you.” Your voice shakes slightly as you deliver the information.

Eddie is far too used to the overwhelming amount of public attention that comes with being a successful musician. It’s something he can’t stand, and you know that well. Nosy reporters were a huge reason he didn’t like when you would go on tour with him when the two of you actually were together. He was insistent on you not being seen with him, because he didn’t want them twisting your image. It was a selfish thing, Eddie realizes now. You are more than capable of taking care of yourself, but Eddie didn’t want to share you with the world. You were his to protect, and only his to be in love with.

But the world is falling in love with you now, for something you had created without him, and he feels all the pride for you in the world. Every day he wishes he’d been more supportive. Maybe this is his second chance?

“Thank you for the warning.” Eddie answers after a beat too long. You nod your head once, and pivot to leave the room when Eddie hears himself call, “Wait!” You turn to him again, waiting for him to continue. “You, uh, you think you could help me with something?” Eddie’s shy again, suddenly, like he’s back in high school asking you to go to prom with him. And he wasn’t even shy when he asked you to prom.

“Sure, what is it?” You walk deeper into the room, and Eddie moves aside to make room at the small vanity mirror. He slides his open journal toward you, where the page is littered in words crossed out, rewritten, and crossed out again. He snatches his guitar from where it leans against the wall, throwing it over his lap in a swift motion, despite the tight space.

“I have had this thing, this melody stuck in my head all day, and I either need to know if I came up with it, or if I’m remembering it from somewhere.”

He finds the first notes, fingering the strings expertly to a twinkling melody.

—

Your POV

You are really trying to focus on the song he’s playing. It does sound familiar to you, but you can only hear it like this, unfinished and on the fly. You squeeze your eyes shut in concentration, really focusing on the way the song flows together, trying to put words to it that escape you.

Until you figure it out. Your eyes fly open, wide as the memory comes back to you with full force. “Oh my god.” You throw a hand over your mouth.

Eddie stops suddenly, and looks back to you in the mirror. “Shit, is this someone else’s song? I thought I had something really fuckin’ good here!”

“No, no. Well, yes and no.” Eddie raises an eyebrow at your confusing response. “It, uh. That’s the song we wrote together. Like, right after graduation, when we went to Steve’s lake house. You played it on that really gross acoustic guitar that was in the garage, the one we found when we were—“ You don’t finish the sentence, knowing the raunchy turn the story takes. “Anyway, we started fuckin’ around with it, ‘member? And you came up with that—“ you point lazily to his guitar still in his lap, “but we never put words to it, we kinda just forgot. That is insane.”

—

Eddie’s POV

The memory washes over him, like a tidal wave pulling him under. You’d had the guitar in your lap, strumming lazy chords as you tuned the old, barely usable guitar that had belonged to Steve’s mother in another life. He remembers how hot that day had been, a record breaking heatwave baking the entirety of the midwest. Your hair was piled high on your head to keep it off your sticky skin, glimmering with perspiration. You wore only a bikini top and shorts, feet bare and dirty with the mud of the backyard. He’d stolen the guitar from you, plucking the same chords he’d just been playing, You’d started humming, then eventually singing, to his music, a soft smile on your face as your eyes closed, focusing on the way the two sounded together. He remembers everything else about that night, too, from the clumsy sex in the shed to the bonfire surrounded by his favorite people.

He finally turns around, his head purposefully craned up to avoid being eye level with your chest. The space between you two is small, and he feels his heart rate quicken. “Oh, shit.” Is all he says, being rendered speechless by the discovery.

“No, I mean, it’s okay! It’s such a pretty tune it’d be a shame if one of us didn’t use it. You should!” He can’t help but hear the slight disappointment in your voice, like you feel something was taken from you, by him. The idea comes almost as quickly as the memory had. “What if we just, put the song out?”

You place a hand on your hip. “What, like as a duet?”

Eddie nods, feeling the hope take hold in his chest. “Yeah! Yeah, we could write it, record it when we stop in New York maybe, or even after the tour if you want. And the suits would eat it up, too. Especially with this whole thing we got goin’ on,” He gestures to the space between your bodies.

“Oh. So this would be like, a money grab for you?” The hurt is clear in your wavering voice, and Eddie’s smile is wiped from his face.

“No, of course not.”

“No, right, but it’s a nice little extra. Have your cake and eat it too, right?” Wrong. So wrong, but what is Eddie supposed to do? Now is not the time to be confessing that he’s still completely enamored with you, head over heels in love. It’s so unfair to you, to both of you, to put that out there right this second.

“I mean, if you wanna look at it like that, yeah. The extra money would be nice. But it would also be cool just to work with you again. For real this time, as friends.” He’s praying it’s a good enough save.

You shrug. “We can try, but I’m not confident in our ability to work together.” There’s a bite to your words, and Eddie winces. “But I gotta go, we’re on in an hour.” You turn, and leave the room with an extra sense of urgency.

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie puts his guitar down, and throws his head into his hands.

—

Your POV

You angrily wipe the tear that’s escaped from your tear duct, annoyed with your own sensitivity. You’re absolutely overreacting, but the pain in your throat threatens to suffocate you if you don’t immediately do something about it.

And so, with nothing else running through your mind besides Eddie, the memories of him contrasting deeply with who he’s become, you stomp past your bandmates as they put the finishing touches on their makeup and hair, you slam the bathroom door behind you. You’d swiped the scissors from Harley months ago, and keep them in your toiletries bag for things like this. You grab a fistful of your hair and chop, not stopping to measure the length. You repeat the ritual on the other side, and again across the front of your face. When you’re finished, your hair looks like you lost a bet, your eyes are puffy from crying, and a string of snot has fallen down your face. You wipe it with your sleeve, and quickly change into the outfit hanging up on the towel rack: black sheer tights and a baby pink lingerie nightgown you’d thrifted in Montreal. You throw your leather jacket over it, do your makeup haphazardly as you hold the rest of your tears in, and apply an excessive amount of deodorant. You step out of the bathroom, and are immediately met with the horrified looks of your friends.

“What did you do?!” Sylvie throws their hands over their mouth in shock, and Lilith’s jaw unhinges as she gasps.

You shrug. “Needed a change. Now let’s rock the shit out of this place, huh?”

Your bandmates move to leave the room, not about to engage with your suddenly erratic behavior. You’re grateful for their silence, knowing you probably look ridiculous. This will give the press something else to talk about.

The noise of the crowd grows louder as you approach the wing. “Alright guys, go out there and-“ Steve cuts himself off as his eyes scan over you. “What the hell happened?”

Robin is quick to speak. “They’re fine. Don’t worry about this right now.”

“Right, but there are so many cameras out there, and I-“

“Steve!” Robin interrupts, shaking her head. “Not. Right. Now.”

Steve surrenders, lips tight. “Okay. Right. Go kick some ass!” He hugs each of your bandmates before they go on stage. When he gets to you, he rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, and pulls back when he discovers you’re shaking. “Are you alright?”

“Later.” You say shortly. More words about the subject will make you cry again. “I promise.”

“Okay. I love you. Do your thing.” He brings you into his hug, and you relish in your best friend’s warmth for a few seconds too long. The crowd is losing their minds.

“Okay, I gotta go.” And he lets you go. You walk onstage, and are blinded by the stage lights. The crowd never falters, even after seeing your new abomination of a haircut that Harley will surely kill you for later. Cameras flash from all corners of the room while fans whoop and holler for your band.

“What the fuck is up, Portland?!” You scream into the mic, and the answer is thousands of screams in your direction. “I just cut my hair in the bathroom, let’s fuckin’ party!” Lilith clicks her sticks together to count you off, and you launch into the first song of your set.

—

chapter xi

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