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livelaughlovesubs · 3 days ago

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Hii could you please write upper moon 0 reader ((like just above Kokushibou and just below Muzan))abusing their power to (consensually) fuck the other moons lower than themself? Any character of your choice

Dom!uppermoon!reader x sub!kokushibo - reader is gn

Word count: ~3.7k

Warning: teasing, calling Kokushibo an old man, handjob, marking, nipple play, dacryphilia, men whimpering <333, mention of blood (little bit)

AYOOOO??? *rubs my hands together and giggles like some pervert* I think I picked the most difficult character for no reason-

This was ridiculous, nothing more than a joke. He was the one who received the most blood from him, he was the one honing his skills for centuries. So obviously he was supposed to be the strongest, second to none but that man alone.

Then how did you get here? Appearing out of nowhere, causing an uproar in the ranks. You were only a few decades old, too green behind the ears for your position, not to mention too obnoxious and childish. At the same time you were undeniably talented, climbing the ranks like nothing, surpassing others whose had way more blood than you, eaten way more people. Surpassing even him.

It reminded him much of a certain other person, which was not helping your image. How was this even possible? Is this what pure talent and sheer luck looks like? He was frustrated beyond words, and to some degree, he envied you. Jealous of how a snobby kid like you could have beaten him by miles, taking his rightful place next to the lord as one of the strongest. No, never, he wasn’t going to be satisfied with third place.

That mentality of his paired with his disapproval of you is what caused your current situation, it was the root of this shaky relationship.

“Hey, old man! You’ve gotten better since last time!” You commented in a sarcastic manner, sitting down on a fallen-over tree trunk. That indolent tone of yours again, you had no respect for your elders. On the other hand, you were stretching your body and twisting your wrists, as if you didn’t even get to warm up, eyes sneakily darting to the demon in front of you.

A man with long hair and a slightly torn purple kimono was kneeling on one knee a few meters away from you, his grip shaking around his weapon. “…but you might wanna work on your endurance, I can’t work with that.” You smiled innocently, jumping to your feet again. With leisure steps, you walked closer to him, grabbing his chin and making him look up at you.

His six eyes all glared at you, a red glow of fury radiating off him. You weren’t intimidated though, maybe you were when you used to be a lower moon, but not anymore. “After experiencing it firsthand, no wonder I managed to become an uppermoon so soon. You bunch are weaker than I expected.” That taunting voice of yours, paired with that mocking smile, you really knew how to provoke someone.

Kokushibo grabbed your collar and lifted himself up, “really, you should learn when to shut up.” You let him do it, not resisting while asking, “hmm? What’s gonna happen if I don’t listen? What, you gonna fight me?” An uncontrollable series of laughter escaped your throat, “and you always stressed the importance of respecting the ranks~!!”

His fist clenched around your clothes, and you smirked once you noticed it. Your words were getting to him, despite his indifferent facade. Good, how fun. You had him exactly where you wanted, any second from now he should— “let’s have another duel.” —aha, there it is. “Well that’s certainly not a problem, but I’m kinda getting bored over here.” You slapped his hand away, then straightened out your clothes, “I mean, why should I keep wasting time here? It’s not like I get any benefits.”

No matter how annoying you were, and how much he hated to agree with you, you were right. Since he just lost, it was pretty unreasonable to wish for another duel so soon. “What are your conditions.” Kokushibo said in a low voice, still glaring, not bothering with keeping a calm facade with you anymore. He brushed off the dust from his shredded kimono, which revealed little snippets of his muscular form, ranging from his biceps to his abdomen.

“If I win…” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, then pointed at him with your index finger, “I want you to do whatever I want for today~” judging by the way your voice got higher towards the end, you were clearly enjoying yourself. How irritating. Its to be expected that you are a little screwed. A normal person- demon -wouldn’t be able to climb the ranks like you. But he still agreed to your condition, because his priority was to beat you and have things return to its original state. “I accept.”

This poor thing and his inferiority complex, his vulnerable little heart with that frail ego of his.

You weren’t sure what he was expecting, considering you’ve just beat him a couple minutes earlier. While he was a tough opponent, who improved drastically in a short period, it wasn’t enough to sweep you off your feet. The result was set in stone the moment he agreed. A part of you was actually hoping he did it on purpose, because he wanted to know what you’d do to him. Though obviously that was just wishful thinking, there’s no way this man would do that.

No matter how often he lost, he’d never get used to the humiliating feeling, the awkwardness that followed. Especially now, since on top of losing, he owned you something. Maybe he shouldn’t have made that bet, he kept thinking, but he was too stubborn to back out now. “What do you want me to do?” Kokushibo sighed, eventually facing reality and lowering his head with a scorn. You couldn’t hold back a smirk and said, “first, promise you won’t get too~ mad.”

He knew he promised, well, you basically forced him to, but still. For him to run out of patience and get angry so soon, only you were capable of doing this to him. “You are shameless.” The male groaned with furrowed brows, his wrists straining against the rope tied around it. You could see him tensing his muscles, did he hate it that much?

All you did was tie him to the bed and loosening up his kimono, positioning yourself between his legs. Maybe slipping a hand underneath his clothes to grope his chest, it’s not your fault he looks so inviting. The rope was already making snapping sounds, even though you told him to control his strength. “Geez, and why did I went through the trouble of learning bondage again?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment, but untied the rope.

“It was a stupid idea to begin with. Why do you even want my body?” Kokushibo frowned, trying to sit up, thinking you finally gave up on your goal. But you grabbed both of his wrists instead and pinned them over his head, “what kinda question is that? Isn’t the normal conclusion that I find you attractive?” You chuckled a little, as if surprised by such a naive question.

He flinched when you suddenly yanked his arms up, and asked in a rather hesitant voice, “wait, why are you still..?” You tilted your head to the side, acting a little cheeky, “what, you thought i was done? I haven’t done anything with my price yet.” A moment of silence passed, all he did was focusing his eyes on you, in search of any hints that you were joking. There was none, despite you smiling brightly.

“…you still want to keep going?” The way he couldn’t even fathom the words that came out of his own mouth. Just, it was too out of place. I mean, you- with him? Have you always had such intentions towards him? “Kokushibo, you are acting as if you’re an old man. Oh wait, you are.” You teased, pulling at the waistband of his pants. “Ah- wait—” he felt a weird tingle spread where your fingers touched his skin, he brushed it off as him being irritated.

Seeing him so embarrassed at the smallest exposure, you decided to do him a favour and simply slipped your hand inside. At the same time, you whispered sickeningly sweet, “just relax, alright? I will do my best to make you feel good too.” The hand that was clumsily messing around finally found a starting point, and was slowly caressing his inner thighs. You didn’t need to probe long to find out he was muscular, not that you doubted it for even a moment.

“Say…” with a little more assertiveness, you pushed your head into the nook of his neck, mumbling against the part of his neck right under his ear, “won’t you allow me to?” About half of his eyes were closed and the others half-lidded, but he was definitely avoiding your intense gaze. How did you say such things with no shame while keeping eye contact? He gulped loudly, bawling his hands into fists above his head, “now you are asking…”

“Hmm? Don’t want to?” You tilted your head, to mutter directly into his ear, blowing air at the shell. The man flinched at the notion, and he groaned, “I already agreed since you won… what more do you want?” Such a temper, he was acting more like a cat than a demon. “Let’s see, how about you being honest with me?” Without any warning, you let go of one of his wrists and brought the other one to your lips, placing a kiss to his palms.

“You-!” He jumped at the sight, finally looking at you again. Never in his pretty long lifetime has anyone behaved like this towards him. At this point, he didn’t even know what he wanted. It was only because of the bet, that’s the mindset he had when he entered this room at least. But would he have the same one when he leaves? “…I’ll tell you when I hate it.” And that was it with the eye contact, with his pupils rolling to the side again. Seriously, what was so interesting about starring at walls?

“So you are tolerating it until then?~” you sighed, acting as if you were hurt. While he was distracted by your acting, you wrapped his arm around your neck and leaning down to pinch his cheeks. “Don’t be shy. Tell me, doesn’t this feel good?” You clasped your hand around his half erect dick, measuring him with your fingers. For no particular reason, you just wanted to keep your hands busy. He hiccuped at the friction and twitched, unable to keep his hips under control. “HnnG..?! Ahh…”

Gosh, his moans were really addicting. You almost lost your reason there. Moving the hand on his face a little to tilt his head, making him look up at you. “Tell me, kokushibo.” Hearing you say his name like that felt strangely foreign, you were really putting your all into this. He clenched his eyes shut as his blush darkened, squeezing out a quiet, “feels good..” What a relief it is that he doesn’t know the power his voice has over you, that little confession was enough to make you beam with delight. “Seriously, why do you keep seducing me~?”

Seduce??? He couldn’t even argue with you before you suddenly pumped him up and down, causing him to jump a little. “Ugh..!” After getting his consent, you weren’t holding back as much anymore. Pulling his pants down to reveal his groin without a second thought. His arms clawed at your back instinctively, and despite him expecting this to happen, he couldn’t hide how ashamed he was.

“My my, you are pretty wet down here.” You commented, noticing the way he kept leaking precum. Soon it covered your entire palm, and you used it as lube to spread it evenly around his sex. “Haaah… what do you mean wet…?” Ah- right. This man, even if he looks young it didn’t mean his mental age is the same. But explaining it would kind of ruin the mood…

“I mean, look how much’s comin’ out.” You rubbed his tip, turning your hand around as he shuddered, arching his back off the bed. Once you were satisfied with the amount of pre you’ve collected, you proudly displayed it in front of him. He shot one quick glance at the thick fluid coating your fingers and squeezed his eyes shut, whining out a “stop that.” For some reason, you felt offended by his reaction, responding with a “why do you look disgusted? This came out of you!”

“No need to shout it.” One of his hands moved to cover his face with the back of his palm and he clenched his teeth. Really, what were you going to do with this overly sensitive man? “Aren’t you hard to please.” You rolled your eyes, but ended up giggling over it. “Fine I’ll stop.” In return, you moved the hand on his cheeks down to grope his firm chest. The texture was softer than you expected, considering it was pure muscle.

After uttering that, you wrapped the dirtied hand around his shaft again, and jerked him off slowly. Due to the awfully slow motions and the fluids, it created filthy squelching sounds that bounced off the walls. His breath hitched at the sudden rush of pleasure, and his toes curled into the bed sheets. The way his chest heaved and his breathing quickened was too cute, not to mention his melting expressions mirroring the bliss he was experiencing. “Ah- ahhh…” even the way his lips parted was cute, what to do?

You noticed how his hips were jerking, dick twitching in your hand. That, paired with the erotic view laid out before you, manifested your desires even more. It was as if you were in a trance, unable to peel your eyes off him, staring at him like a hunter at its prey. His hair was spread out on the bed so beautifully, and you were ecstatic to see his body tremble with pleasure. You subconsciously quickened your pace, wanting to see more of his debauched state.

“Hnngh,,,Y-y/n, wait.. ah, just- s-slow down… a bit..” he had a troubled expression now, cheeks flushed red as he clawed at your back, trapping you in his arms. When the burning sensation in his core didn’t stop but intensified instead, he accidentally dug his nails into your skin, leaving behind some scratch marks. “Please, y/n…” the male begged in a gentle tone, lowering his head as the embarrassment finally got to him.

Isnt this the first time he used your name? …haha, this isnt fair, he moaned out your name in such a lewd manner, who wouldn’t fold instantly. This time you were sure, if he knew the power his voice had over you, he’d win every competition between you two. You chuckled awkwardly and mumbled something under your breath. He couldn’t quite catch it, because he couldn’t focused on anything else but the drag of your hand across his dick. The agonising tingles that made him go mad, the warmth and comfort of your touch.

“Nghhh- mhm!!… y/n, y-y/nnn…♡♥︎” he slurred over his words, hands fisting and pulling at your clothes. All these sensations were too much for him, the last time he felt anything remotely similar to this was when he left home. No, even then, it was never this stimulating. The way his entire body was like on fire, shaking with the overwhelming amount of raw arousal flooding his senses. Every single touch, every sound of your voice was messing with him.

You swallowed the lingering hesitation down, and circled around his nipple with your index finger. It didn’t take long before it hardened, quivering shamelessly. All while you moved the other hand up and down his sex. The more noise that movement made, the louder and more frequent his moans got, and it all mingled together into a lewd melody reserved for your ears only. It seems he knew how loud he was, because he suddenly bit down on his bottom lip, enough for it to swell and bleed.

“Now now, don’t hold back your voice. I wanna hear you callin’ my name for everyone to hear.” The vibrations of your voice tickled his sensitive skin, and he turned his head to the opposite side, granting you more access to his neck. His heart pounded in his chest, skipping a beat at the thought of others hearing his pathetic whines. Causing him to react with sealing his lips shut with more fervour, body flinching at every seductive spell of yours.

“I thought I told you to call my name? Aren’t you gonna do it, kokushibo?” You asked, placing gentle kissed from his jawline down to his collarbone. Not enough to leave marks, you wanted to take it one step at a time. “Come on~” you placed your thumb on his slit and rubbed around his tip, ending up with him leaking even more.

He tried to clench his thighs together but to no avail, it was as if his muscles couldn’t respond to him. Going limp under your actions. “Y/n…” he eventually groaned out. After hearing him say that, you bit down on his shoulder, leaving your first visible claim. Though he could heal it in a second, you still loved the thought of leaving bruises on him. “Good boy.”

Muffled groans and whimpers spilled from his sinful lips, his brain was too mushy to function coherently. Everything was too much for him to handle, and he felt tears streaming down his face. From the upper eyes to the lower ones. It was quite the weird feeling, so he blinked the tears away, trying to control his sobbing as he chirped, “y- hnNghh…! Y/n..?” How could he let himself be ruined and reduced to such a pathetic mess? Breaking down in tears at such an insignificant thing, letting you take charge like that…

The way his tone drifted off to being unsure and questioning was so adorable, you basically grinned from ear to ear. “Look at you, crying so prettily. It hasn’t been that long since we began.” He must have been so touch starved, to become such a cute mess because of a handjob, that was the downside to being at the top. You finally flicked and played with his nipple after teasing the surrounding area for so long. He cried out like it was the last straw of his sanity breaking, turning him into nothing more but a blabbering wreck.

“Ah-arghh…, I ca-can’t.. haah, urgh..! I’m close, y/n, p-please..” where did he learn to plead like that? It gave you goosebumps due to how erotic it was. “Aww, gonna cum? Go on, let it all out~” you kissed him, using his shock to your advantage and sticking your tongue inside his mouth, tasting the faint metallic taste of blood. At the same time, you fastened your pace on his cock, making him shudder and wither into the kiss. He continued to weep, to hold onto you desperately while he squirmed around, wriggling his hips as if he wanted to escape the pleasure. Your tongue fumbled around with his, drinking up his moans.

Though muffled, your ears picked up the bits that did seep out, and he was chanting your name like a prayer, just as you wanted. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused, sweat and tears were now mixing with drool as well. And the blush crept onto his cheeks has spread like a pest, to his ears and shoulders, as well as his chest. Slowly, he felt the strength leaving his limbs as the ecstasy threatened to consume him whole. He’s been teetering on the brink of release for a while now, the building anticipation was agonisingly slow. “Mhmmff- uhhh, hmm~!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎”

Suddenly, his back arched off the bed, and his nails dug harsh enough for your skin to tear. You pulled back once he started choking, and he immediately lunched at you, to hide in the nook of your neck. “Haaa-hah, hnghh- hmmff…” that’s when he caught you off guard by biting into your shoulder to keep his voice down. “You surprised me there.” You flinched before running a hand through his long hair, stroking him. The wound was nothing serious anyway.

“Haaah… y/n, y/n, ooOhhh, y/ny/n y— hmmnfff~~♡♥︎♡” he moaned out one last time as his release washed over him. Soon a sticky white fluid spurt out of his aching dick, coating the entirety of your hand to the point of dripping down his own shaft. It pooled around his pelvis or flowed all the way down his thighs. Once your hand separated from him, strings of cum connected the two. Even after cumming, he was breathing heavily, mumbling your name softly while catching his breath.

You slowly guided him through his orgasm, cooing at him, “good job, such a pretty thing, aren’t you.” His body was still shivering in the afterglow, but he managed his breathing pretty fast, and thus the hiccups got better. It didn’t take long before the high washed off, and while he was still disoriented, he was already starting to feel ashamed again. Pulling back as he tried to blink away the shame. This was so humiliating, how could he cry in front of you- At least his crying stopped now.

Then he flopped back onto the mattress, turning his head to the side to hide it behind the fluffy pillow, as well as using the back of his palm to cover his face. A few minutes of silence passed, where he was busy shorting out his thoughts. He really did that kind of thing… with an inexperienced brat like you… “a-are we done now?” Once he was certain he could speak coherently again, he spoke up. “Well…” in the meantime, you’ve spread his legs apart and used the cum-covered hand to reach to his backside. “…it’s time for me to have some—“

Before you could end your sentence, you noticed him drifting off to a peaceful slumber. “Kokushibo? Hey, kokushibo??” You rubbed his cheeks, wondering if he really just passed out like that. “…hah!” You couldn’t hold back your laughter, one orgasm and he’s knocked out cold? Hilarious. “I told you to build up some endurance, old man.”

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bangtan-junkie · 3 days ago

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Dissonance (Part 3) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ft. Jimin

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Genre/Tags: coworker!JK, enemies to lovers, smutttttt, slow burn (ish?), ANGST

Word Count: 9028

Synopsis: Giving you what you wanted seemed to put more of a rift between you and Jungkook. How could you enjoy his every touch, but despise him for it at the same time? Now you were stuck working on a huge project together, adding to the tension building between you two. High tensions and deadlines finally brought things to a head, forcing some truth out of each of you. But somehow that only seemed to make things worse. You couldn't handle it anymore. You needed a distraction. And what better distraction than a certain pretty red-haired man that you worked with?

Note: the plot and smut might be equal for once lmfao. as always, i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! (longer note at the end)

This time around, you didn't have the privilege of avoiding Jungkook. You were still very much stuck on the project with him, despite all the excuses you had tried to make to your boss. She was having non of it; determined to get you two working together. So, you grit your teeth, and for the sake of professionalism (mostly just to keep your job), you remained civil with him. Your job was made surprisingly easier by Jungkook. After your last encounter, he'd become distant and quiet. He was now only talking to you if he really needed to, and doing everything in his power to not be in the same room as you.

Jungkook was not happy. Despite giving you exactly what you wanted the last time, you still loathed him and he couldn't understand why. When you left that file room, he was quick to get himself off - still reeling from your taste, how you felt, your sweet moans. But even after climaxing, he was still rock hard. As much as he wanted to keep going, he knew he'd been gone for too long and someone would come looking for him soon. So, he fixed himself up as best as he could. He tucked his cock up into his waistband, tried to fix his collar, and ditched his stained blazer. The rest of the day, he seemed normal enough to everyone else, but he was all too aware of his arousal. Jungkook couldn't have gotten home quicker that night; immediately pulling your panties out of his pocket and his cock out of his pants. Once he finally felt satisfied and his hormones balanced out, that's when the reality of his thoughts hit him. He'd put up with so much of your shit; but you treated him like trash, started rumours about him, humiliated him at work and in front of your boss - all because you wanted him to touch you. And when he did just that, he was still the asshole at the end of the day somehow. Did you really hate him that much? The frustration that was building up in him wasn't healthy and he knew that. He couldn't help himself when you looked at him with so much defiance and self-righteousness. He just wanted to wipe that look off your face - put you in your place. Jungkook had to stop himself; stop giving you what you wanted every time. So he decided to distance himself.

You'd think you would've been happy with his efforts to stay away from you. And you were, at least in the beginning. You were fully expecting this project to be a nightmare because Jungkook was going to give you a hard time. But he didn't. He was as civil as you were. Initially, you thought that maybe he finally understood how poorly he'd treated you- felt bad even. Maybe that's why he was making this easy. That was until you noticed how he was rushing out the door whenever you were the only person in the room. Or how he'd stopped quipping back when you slipped in any passive-aggressive comments. Or how rigid he was around you - all the time - despite being completely normal with everyone else. That was when your blood began boiling. He was basically turning the tables on you now, even using your tactics against you. Granted, in all your rage, you'd gone too far before. It was only fair that you'd humiliated him just as he'd done to you. Even though you didn't feel even by the end of your last exchange. While his degrading words never failed to drench your panties, some of it felt a little too real. Did he really think you were just one of these women that throw themselves at him? Extra desperate for him? That you were just waiting around for him to pay attention to you? You tried not to think about it, knowing it would only piss you off more. His new behaviour was most definitely not helping. It felt like he'd proved his point to himself, and now he was ignoring you as if you were a bad one night stand.

Despite your growing frustrations, part of you did feel bad about starting that rumour about him and the boss. You still didn't know whether it was true or not (although you were strongly leaning towards it being true). Jungkook had never clarified that; he had seemed more offended by your accusations of his lack of skill. But whether he was sleeping with her or not, the whole office didn't need to know. Not that she didn't make it obvious that he was her favourite anyways. You felt the need to clean up the mess you'd made, just to clear your own conscious, if nothing else. Just as sneakily as you started the rumour, you began discrediting the idea whenever people brought it up around you.

"He acts like that with everyone."

"He's everyone's favourite, apparently. Of course he's the boss' favourite too."

"He does get a lot of the shit projects that no one else wants too."

Your passive-aggressive comments and the fact that everyone had forgotten who'd started the rumour, helped with the damage control. Soon the rumour began dying down, and thankfully before your boss had heard them. But while you were doing a saint's work, Jungkook continued treating you like a stranger. You fought the urge to march over to him and give him a piece of your mind, but the last thing you wanted was to draw more attention back to him. Maybe this distance that he was putting between you two was for the best.

The next two weeks went by quickly as you engrossed yourself in the project and ignored Jungkook's weird behaviour. You were surprised to find that you actually worked well together when you weren't at his throat. He worked hard, made sure to get his work done on time, and - despite refusing to socialize with you - was good at communicating with you about the project. At first, you found it hard to move past Jungkook's cold behaviour towards you. But you certainly couldn't let it affect your work either, so you decided to stick it out - at least till this project was over. When the project finally came to a close, you were quite proud of your work. But the lingering feeling that you'd never speak to him again after this was slowly eating away at you. Why did you even care?

The night before your submission and presentation, you and Jungkook were the last ones left in the office. As you closed the last tab on your computer, you sighed contentedly and stretched your back. After sitting at your desk for so many late nights over the last few weeks, you felt like your entire body was sore. A disgruntled sigh from behind you made you swivel in your chair. While you'd just wrapped up the presentation for the next morning, Jungkook was still busy at work. His brows were furrowed as he carefully examined the papers in his hand, his desk scattered with more paper. He had taken on the responsibility to finalize the submission documents which is what he'd been working on the entire day. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from the past few days, or maybe you felt bad, but you decided to try and make conversation.

"Do you need any help?" you asked, standing up to stretch a little more. Jungkook's eyes flitted over to you as you broke the silence, his gaze roaming over your figure briefly.

"No, I'll manage," he replied blankly, quick to get back to his reading. You rolled your eyes, not entirely surprised by his cold answer.

"I'm gonna get some coffee. Looks like a late night for you, do you want some?" You asked as you walked towards the door.

"Yeah," he answered curtly. You froze in your spot momentarily, not expecting him to agree. This was probably the most friendly he'd been in over two weeks. "Oh and do you have the final drafts? I need them to cross reference and edit."

"Yeah, I do," you said, turning on your heels to get back to your desk. But Jungkook just waved dismissively.

"Just leave them on your desk before you leave. I'll get them later." You nodded, heading out to get the coffee. You returned with the two coffees, stepping behind Jungkook's desk to hand him his.

"Here. You like yours sweet right?" you asked, handing him his cup. Your stomach fluttered as his fingers brushed against yours while he took the cup. Jungkook didn't miss the way your gaze dropped to your touching fingers, but he didn't say anything. He simply nodded, sipping his drink. You sighed, walking back over to your desk and plopping in your chair.

"Don't you have manners?" you snapped, annoyed with his dismissive behaviour. Jungkook looked up at you, an amused glint in his eyes. You snapped your fingers. "Hello? You're supposed to thank people when they do things for you."

"Really?" he asked condescendingly, turning back to his papers. "I've done plenty of things for you, and haven't heard a 'thank you' either." The insinuation of his words made your face heat up with embarrassment and anger.

"You're such a fucking prick," you cursed, quickly grabbing your things. Suddenly, you couldn't get out of the office quicker. You didn't know why you'd bothered to try to talk to him at all. Why stay here and suffer further humiliation when you could be at home, taking a bath instead?

"First an asshole, now a prick. I must really be the worst," he said, a bite to his words despite his disinterested tone. You scoffed in disgust, feeling stupid for thinking he'd even consider being polite. Without another word, you shoved your things into your bag and left the office. Jungkook's eyes only lifted to watch you walk out the door, a certain frustration building up in him. But he shoved his feelings down to focus on his work.

When you finally got home, you ate something sweet with your coffee, took a hot shower, and climbed into bed. Pushing aside all thoughts of Jungkook, you knew you had to get a good night's rest to nail your presentation in the morning. Luckily for you, your exhaustion from the past few weeks caught up with you the moment your head hit the pillow. And then you were out like a light. At least until the sound of your phone buzzing woke you up a few hours later.

"Hello?" you mumbled groggily into your phone, beyond pissed that someone had woken you up.

"It's Jungkook. Where are the drafts? I can't find them anywhere," he asked, annoyance clear in his voice. It took you a moment to process what was going on as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

"They must be on my desk," I groaned angrily, just wanting to back to sleep.

"If they were on your desk, why would I be calling you?" he snapped. You sat up, trying to think clearly. You knew they were on your desk, but then it dawned on you - you had shoved them into your bag in your hurry to leave. You cursed under your breath, knowing that Jungkook was about to give you more shit for this.

"Fuck, I think I might've taken them by accident," you admitted, bracing yourself. There was a moment of silence which was followed by a quiet groan. You could picture him pinching the bridge of nose in irritation.

"I need those drafts to finish to finalize the submission docs," he said blankly, as if the solution to this problem was glaringly obvious. You pulled your phone away from your face, staring at the screen in disbelief for a moment.

"I am not coming in to the office right now Jungkook. It's 3am for fucks sake," you said, bewildered.

"Well I need them now," he grit through his teeth. "We have to submit these at 8, you know that."

"Look, I'm sorry. But I'm not coming in at this time. I can come in earlier in the morning," you offered.

"I need them now," he repeated. "Fine. I'll just come pick them up myself. Text me your address," he demanded before hanging up. Once again, you were left staring at your phone in disbelief. What other choice did you have? You texted him your address and laid back down to rest your eyes for a minute - which meant you went right back to sleep.

You jolted awake as your doorbell rang incessantly, over and over again. Groaning in irritation, you reluctantly got out of bed, dragging your body out of your room.

“Can you fucking stop?! I’m coming!” You shouted. You weren’t the nicest person to start with, but you were much worse when people fucked with your sleep. You unlocked the door, angrily swinging it open. “Do you have to be an asshole even at 3 in the morning?” You spat, groggily rubbing your eyes. Jungkook shot you a dirty look, like he was repulsed to just be in your presence. He took in your disheveled state. Without a word, he pushed past you, stepping into your apartment. You scoffed at his attitude.

“The drafts?” He asked curtly. You groaned, feeling your annoyance build up.

“You’re seriously gonna walk into my apartment and act like this?” You asked, your words laced with venom. Jungkook stepped closer to you, his presence suddenly feeling intimidating.

“I wouldn’t have to be here if you knew how to fucking listen, hm?” He grit through his teeth. Your jaw nearly fell to floor, bewildered by his audacity. “What did I tell you earlier today?” His voice was deeply condescending.

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, still in shock. He took another step closer to you, now towering over you.

“I told you to make sure you left the drafts for me. Did you listen?” He questioned rhetorically, the anger in his voice rising with each sentence. When you didn’t answer, he grabbed your jaw and forced your head to shake a no. “I wouldn’t have to be here, with you, to get those fucking drafts if you’d just done what I said,” he spat, practically shoving you away as he let go of your face. There was no fucking way he just did that. "What is it? Does everything I say go through one ear and out the other? Nothing in here to make it stick?" he asked, flicking your forehead, a dark glint in his eyes. It was obvious that he wasn't just talking about the drafts anymore.

Finally snapping out of your shock, you grabbed his hand as he was about to flick you again. Tension swam in the air as your grip tightened and your gaze pierced him. "Jeon Jungkook, you're crossing the line," you said firmly, trying to contain your anger.

"Crossing the line?" He laughed loudly before pulling his hand away from you. "Like you did?" he asked with dry amusement. You winced slightly at his words, feeling like he'd slapped you with them. He leaned against your kitchen counter, seeming tense despite his lax posture. "Actually no, I'm crossing the line in the privacy of your home - with no one around. But you felt the need to do it in front of other people. So I guess this isn't the same, is it?"

Your eye twitched at his words. Logically, you knew he was right. What he was doing now wasn't the same as what you'd done. It wasn't nearly as malicious as your actions and you probably deserved some of this. But, as guilty as you felt, anger was quickly replacing the feeling as he continued to behave so disrespectfully. Besides, you were also fighting back your irrational side that was telling you to slap him in the face.

"Do you feel better now? Are we even?" you grit through your teeth. He chuckled darkly, not a hint of humour reaching his eyes. He stepped forward again, backing you against the counter with no room to escape.

"Not even a little bit," he said, the depth of his voice rumbling through your chest. He leaned down, looking into your eyes so intently that you felt vulnerable; like he could see all your innermost thoughts. “We’re nowhere near even Y/n.” Your heart raced as you braced yourself against the counter, staring up at him.

“Then what else do you want from me?” Your words came out as a hoarse whisper. His hands enveloped yours on the counter, keeping you trapped under him.

“I want you to tell me why.” It felt like he was consuming you with his body and his words. Your stomach churned at the thought of baring your feelings to him. You tried to turn away to avoid his gaze, but his hand quickly grabbed your jaw and forced you to meet his eyes. “I’ve been very considerate; waiting for this project to be done and keeping my distance at the office. So you’re going to do one thing for me, and tell me why.”

“Why does it matter? Don’t you just want to get your revenge?” You retorted, a new fire burning in you that was fueled by embarrassment.

“Y/n, I’ve had to deal with people looking at me like I’m a walking STD for weeks. It’s truly a miracle boss never heard about the rumours or I would’ve been in so much shit,” he seethed, leaning closer. “So yeah, I wanna know why you did it.”

“I-I fixed it! No one really thinks it anymore. I already undid what was done. Isn’t that enough?” You tried to justify, squirming in his hold.

“Enough?” His voice dropped lower as he spoke mere centimetres from your lips. “You want me to thank you for fixing your own mistake?” When he put it that way, you felt even more stupid. “Why Y/n?” He repeated. You took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to let you go if you didn’t answer. There was no way around it.

“You left me. In that bathroom, you used me and you left me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest from a mix of emotions. Jungkook didn’t react. His expression stayed the same, indifferent, still staring into your eyes. Silence followed your answer which somehow felt more humiliating than actually being left in that bathroom. Your rage quickly built up.

“Seriously?! You have nothing to say about that?” You asked, angrily yanking his hand away from your jaw. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“You were the one that didn’t want anyone to know,” he finally spat. “So yeah, I left. Did you want to walk out together?” His voice began to rise a little, but he was sure not to yell.

“No, but–,” you started, but he interrupted you.

“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed. “And as for using you, you were pretty eager yourself.” He pressed you harder into the counter as his expression darkened. “I remember you taking my cock all the way to the back of your throat; so determined to make me feel good, to make me cum.” You tried to even your breathing so you wouldn't give yourself away as your mind raced with the memory. It wasn’t working too well. “I barely had to do anything. You were practically begging to suck me off.” The embarrassment was making it a lot harder to maintain your eye contact but you didn’t want to back down.

“Fuck you Jungkook. This is why I did it.” Your eyes were fiery as the truth came out. Well, part of it at least. “All you’ve done since then is humiliate me. Is this a game to you? Fuck with me and then make fun of me after?”

“Humiliate you?” He looked at you like you were insane. “You think this is me making fun of you?”

“What the fuck else is it then?! You make me sound like…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling like this conversation was getting too real. You had to turn away to hide the emotions that were most definitely written all over your face. Jungkook shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wasn’t even sure how to explain that he wasn’t making fun of you.

“Y/n.” His voice was serious. “If I wanted to humiliate you, I wouldn’t be doing it here, when no one’s around. I’m not interested in pulling any stunts like you did.” His words stopped your thoughts in their tracks. He leaned down next to your ear.

“Because as much as I want everyone to know that it's me that makes a mess of you," he whispered, "I don't want anyone else to see what a dirty little slut you turn into for me." It felt like the oxygen was sucked out of the air as the soft words hit your ears.

"Every filthy word, every depraved sound that comes out of that pretty little mouth of yours is only for me to hear." Why was it that your brain turned off whenever he spoke to you like this? His body was now fully pressed against yours, trying to get as close as he could. But his hands stayed put, keeping your hands pinned to the counter. He nuzzled his face against your hair, right above your ear. His own breathing was heavy and this somehow felt more intimate than anything else you'd done before.

"That lewd face you make for me when you finally get what you want, fuck," he groaned. "I don't want anyone to see that but me." The possessiveness that laced his words should be setting off warning signs in your mind. Instead, it was making your chest heavy and building an ache in your core.

Jungkook was starting to feel more vulnerable than he wanted and he could feel his mental fortitude chipping away. He'd vowed to himself that he wouldn't cave to you - to his own desires - after your reaction last time. But he was finding it extremely difficult in the moment. He pulled away enough to look at you again. You found yourself searching for something in his eyes as you stared back at him. Sincerity maybe? You weren't sure you'd even be able to see it past the frustration that adorned his features.

"You think I'm making fun of you? You have no idea what you do to me Y/n." His face contorted into a snarl. "It's burned into my brain; the way your throat felt, your pleads and moans, how good your pussy tastes, how fucking tight you are." You knew that your eyes, clouded with lust, were definitely giving you away now. "Makes me rock hard whenever I think about it," he admitted with a humourless chuckle. He was pissed - at you, but even more so at himself. Meanwhile, you were struggling to process what he was saying. "Does that sound like I'm making fun of you?"

You were left speechless. Your mouth opened to answer him, but no words came out. Jungkook scoffed at your lack of reaction, feeling even more frustrated after spilling the truth. While both of your bodies were reacting to the situation, the tension in the room was becoming too suffocating to ignore. Your eyes subconsciously dropped to his lips, and that was nearly enough to snap his thin thread of restraint. His own breathing was ragged with the effort it took him to maintain his self control. He went to say something but quickly stopped himself. His eyes closed as he turned away to collect himself for a brief moment.

"You, on the other hand, are hell bent on ruining me," he grit, finally putting some space between you two as he stepped back. "You wanna talk about making fun of someone? How 'bout all that shit you said about me - that you lied about - in front of everyone?" His anger was becoming abundantly clear, and you couldn't help but start feeling guilty.

"I-I said I was sorry," you mumbled.

"Do you even realize how fucking humiliating that was for me? Or how screwed I would've been if the boss found out?" he grit through his teeth. "I tolerate so much of your shit Y/n. Just because I take it in stride doesn't mean you can do and say whatever the fuck you want. You think this is some joke? You could've destroyed my career Y/n." With every word he spat at you, your guilt resurfaced, taking in the gravity of your actions.

"Do you hate me that much?" he asked, a hint of hurt in his voice. When you didn't respond, he just scoffed. Your answer was clear to him. It shouldn't matter to him, because it's not like he had any reason to care about whether you liked him or hated him. But the bitterness of your silence still left a bad taste in his mouth, making him want to leave as soon as possible. He took a few more steps back until he was near your front door again.

"Get me those drafts" he said coldly, any sign of his previous emotions disappearing from his face. You didn't move for a moment, still processing what he'd just said. When he shot you an expectant look, you finally snapped out of it and grabbed the files out of your bag on the couch. You handed them to him wordlessly, a mix of emotions swirling through you. As he turned your front door, about to leave, he looked over his shoulder at you. "And by the way. You actually haven't even apologized once." Your stomach dropped as you realized you hadn't said "I'm sorry" at any point - too busy defending yourself the entire time. Before you could say it, Jungkook was already out the door.

It took you a while to fall asleep after Jungkook left. There were a million thoughts running through your mind. How were you supposed to process Jungkook's confession and rejection at the same time? It truly felt like he was done with you now that he'd said his piece - like one last 'fuck you' before he never had to speak to you again. You tried your best to push away all the thoughts that clouded your mind. The presentation you had to give in the morning was far too important for you to screw up because of all this shit. With great difficulty, you eventually managed to get some sleep.

The morning went by in a blur and before you knew it, you found yourself in the conference room at work, with Jungkook by your side, in front of your boss and coworkers. Regardless of your lack of sleep and heightened emotions, you managed to keep yourself composed and present your work clearly. Jungkook seemed to do the same, although you weren't sure he cared about what had happened at all. Even under the scrutiny of your boss, you felt confident about your work. This was only solidified as your boss praised you and Jungkook at the end of the presentation. Obviously, she leaned a little heavier into praising Jungkook, but she still commended your work. As your boss collected all the documents and left the room, you felt relief and dread take over you. Yes, it was a relief that this huge project was finally complete. But did this mean that Jungkook would never talk to you again?

Your coworkers came up to you, congratulating the two of you and immediately making plans to go out that night. You tried refusing but they remained persistent until you caved in. You glanced over at Jungkook. He seemed so normal when he was interacting with everyone else; he had a smile on his face, he was joking, and happily agreeing to go out later. You felt a pang in your chest. You focused on the conversation happening around you.

As 5 o'clock rolled around, your coworkers were already buzzing to leave. You followed their suit and began wrapping up your things.

"Hey," a familiar voice caught your attention. "I didn't catch you earlier, but I heard your presentation went well. Great work." Jimin's kind words eased some of your inner turmoil. You mirrored his smile with a small thank you.

"Are you coming to the bar?" You asked, gesturing to the groups of people that were leaving together. Jimin nodded, offering you his arm as you stood up from your chair. You gratefully took it, using him for support to steady yourself in your heels.

"Shall we?" he asked. You smiled again, appreciative for the distraction as you walked together to the nearby bar. When you got there, you wasted no time in ordering your drinks. You caught sight of Jungkook walking in not too long after, your gazes meeting for the briefest of moments. You immediately downed a drink, the burn in your throat working as a perfect distraction. By now you should've learned your lesson; that you and alcohol was the perfect recipe for disaster. But your mind seemed to have forgotten that as it craved for a way to take the edge off. Jimin watched you amusedly as you drank so quickly.

"Stressed?" he asked with a chuckle, sipping his own drink. You turned to him, trying to forget about Jungkook being there.

"Hmm?" you asked, confused.

"You drank that cocktail like it was a shot," he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You must be stressed."

"Right. Yeah, just need to clear my mind a little," you answered sheepishly. You sipped your next drink, not wanting to alarm Jimin any further.

"You just finished a huge project. Shouldn't you be relieved? Less stressed in fact?"

"I should," you sighed. "It's not..." you started, your eyes glancing over at Jungkook again, "...work related. I guess." Seeing him acting so normal, as if he hadn't confessed how he couldn't stop thinking about you, was frustrating. You began questioning your memory. Had he really said that? Because anyone who looked at the two of you right now would assume he didn't even know you at this point. You polished off the rest of your drink in seconds. Jimin followed your gaze, a look of understanding washing over his face as he put the puzzle pieces together.

"What's going on between you two?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing," you answered truthfully, turning back to him. After all, he'd barely even spoken to you over the last few weeks. And how would you even define what was happening between you two before that?

"It must be some pretty intense 'nothing' to have you drinking like this," he joked, watching you start on your third drink already. But Jimin took the hint; you didn't want to get into it and he would respect that. While the rest of your coworkers seemed to mingle amongst each other, you and Jimin kept to yourselves, the conversation flowing smoothly between you. Talking to Jimin was easy and it was doing wonders at calming your mind. You noticed that he was moving closer to you as the time went on, soon sitting so close that your knees were brushing. The more drinks you had, the less you minded his proximity, finding it almost comforting in a sense.

Jimin, who was buzzed but not as tipsy as you, noticed every little movement you made. The way you leaned in to talk to him, the way your skirt rode up your thighs as you crossed your legs, the hazy look in your eyes. It was all building up in the back of his mind. He'd always found you interesting, cute even - but between work and your bickering with Jungkook, you never seemed to have the time to actually become friends. He'd also be lying if he said he just wanted to be friends with you. He wouldn't be sitting so close to you, his fingers tracing patterns into your knee, innocently teasing the hemline of your skirt if he wanted to just be friends. Although you continued the conversation, he saw your eyes flit down to where his fingers lay and your breathing get slightly heavier. But you didn't move away.

Maybe it was the drinks in your system, but Jimin's fingers that were threatening to slip under your skirt were making your heart race. It had been a while since you'd flirted with someone else; usually, too busy bickering with Jungkook when you came out to the bar with your work friends. It was a nice change of pace, and it was certainly helping you ignore your guilt and frustration towards Jungkook. You'd always thought Jimin was attractive, but you never got any non-friendly signs from him - until now. Because the dark glint in his eyes as he listened to you speak and whatever his hands were doing were definitely not friendly. You tried to finish the story you were telling, but your brain kept getting side-tracked by him, making you halt momentarily in between words. Your gaze kept going back to his fingers that were trailing further up your thigh now. And when you were looking at his face, they kept dropping to his plump lips.

"Something wrong? You're struggling to focus," Jimin said, leaning in to speak softly into your ear. The feeling of his breath against your lobe sent a shiver down your spine.

"No, just...got a lot on my mind," you answered, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. You sipped your drink as Jimin pulled back a little, a smirk resting on his lips. His other hand came up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, his gaze seemingly more intense now.

"I hope you're thinking about me, especially when you're looking at me like that," he teased. Your face heat up a little as you realized he had could see the effect he had on you. His hand rest in your hair, while the other continued it's ministrations on your thigh. You didn't reply, turning away in embarrassment. Jimin chuckled at your reaction, cocking his head to the side to meet your gaze again. "I don't think I've ever seen you flustered like this before. It's really...cute." You flushed more when he placed a finger under your chin, guiding you to look at him. The kindness - the sweetness - he was treating you with felt foreign compared to Jungkook's ravenous appetite.

"Are you really calling me cute right now?" you asked weakly, hyperaware of his full hand gripping your thigh now. You found yourself leaning into his touch, subconsciously moving forward, as if his simple touch was beckoning you.

"I guess you're right," he chuckled, his hooded eyes roaming over your face. "I'd be lying if I said I'm just thinking about how cute you are." Your stomach flipped at the implication behind his words.

"What else are you thinking then?"

"You do look very cute like this," he said gently, leaning in closer, gaze dropping down to your lips. "But I'm also thinking about what you'd look like if I..." he trailed off, his breath hitting your lips. It felt like every thought in your mind had disappeared as you focused on your proximity. The few moments that he lingered, your heart raced with anticipation. Then his eyes met yours again, hazy with lust and that was the last straw. You weren't sure if it was you or him that closed the distance, but the next thing you knew, his lips were pressed against yours. Jimin's kiss was soft and tender; his hand slid behind your ear, pulling you closer to kiss you deeper. You moaned quietly against his lips - enjoying the sensuality of his kiss. His tongue gently swiped across your lips, slowly meeting yours as you parted your lips. His mouth and hands were doing an excellent job at clearing your mind. And while it worked - you were solely focused on Jimin and how he felt for the most part - a nagging thought broke through your amorous barrier.

Had Jungkook kissed you yet?

The simple thought broke your immersion. You pulled away, breathing heavily to catch your breath. Jimin's gaze was darker as his chest rose and fell.

"How do I look now then?" you asked, gulping down the lump that was forming in your throat as you were silently spiraling. Jimin grunted, his fingers trailing down your neck.

"Tempting," he answered, the one word heavy with desire. Your brain was at war with itself. Half of it was telling you to crawl into Jimin's lap and keep kissing him. And the other half couldn't stop thinking about how Jungkook hadn't kissed you - not even once. The conflicting thoughts in your already drunk mind were overwhelming and you needed a minute to calm down. Despite your urges, you slipped off the barstool.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," you said, stumbling a little as you straightened yourself. You gave him a small kiss to reassure him that you weren't rejecting him - you truly just needed a cold splash of water on your face to wash away Jungkook from your mind. Jimin's lips followed after yours as you pulled away, but he shot you a smile and nodded as you stepped away. You made your way through the crowd, distracted and hazy from the alcohol. You'd almost made it out of the crowd until you someone bumped into you. The force was enough to make you lose your balance and bump into someone's back.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sor-" you began, only for the person to turn around and of course, it was Jungkook. Your stumble had caused his drink to spill on his shirt. Your words got stuck in your throat as you mentally cursed your luck. You and alcohol is a recipe for disaster. Just walk away. You tried to convince yourself, but the annoyed look on his face was keeping you tethered in your spot. All your guilt and hurt bubbled up to the surface of your skin. The thoughts and feelings you'd spent the last couple of hours repressing came rushing back, threatening to spill from your lips. After a moment of shock, you laughed at the irony of the situation. Jungkook's brows furrowed, realizing that you were already drunk. You grabbed a nearby napkin and started wiping at his shirt, not noticing how close you were getting to him. As you wiped at his shirt, you were dazed with emotion. Jungkook watched you curiously. Your movements slowed down as your thoughts consumed you.

"I-I'm sorry," you mumbled. But it dawned on you that Jungkook probably couldn't hear you in this crowd of people. Taking a deep breath and gathering all your courage, you looked up at him. "I'm sorry Jungkook. I'm really sorry," you repeated.

Although you hadn't said anything else, Jungkook understood what you meant; the heaviness of your words clear. You weren't just apologizing about his spilled drink. His expression softened a little, but he was still upset with you. A drunken apology, no matter how sincere, wasn't going to fix everything.

"Shit, I keep fucking up with you huh?" you laughed, the sound devoid of any humour. You held onto his shirt as you struggled to get on your tiptoes. "I really do have a knack for making your life harder." Jungkook held onto your arm, supporting you so you didn't fall over. Your breath hitched as you met his dark gaze. There was that look again - like he would eat you alive. Your breath hitched.

"You must really hate me," you said quietly, now close enough that he could hear you despite the noise that surrounded you. You could see the frustration and restraint painted across his face.

"Y/n, you're drunk," he pointed out, voice low. His grip on your arm tightened as you leaned in closer, your eyes flitting between his eyes and lips.

"Did you mean it? That you can't stop thinking about me?" You asked, your thoughts blurting out of your mouth before you could even think. Jungkook growled as you pressed your body to his. You were really testing his self control; every inch of his body itching to pull you into him.

"Y/n," he warned, his jaw clenching while he tried to put some space between you. But you refused to let him, leaning on him so heavily that if he moved, you'd probably fall over.

"I think you're lying. You look at me with so much anger, so much hatred," you scoffed. Jungkook's eyes narrowed as you spoke, fighting the urge grab you and shut you up.

"That's why you won't kiss me, right?" you asked, voice shaky as the words finally left your lips. Jungkook was taken aback by your question, his brows furrowing even deeper. "You touch me, everywhere..." you whispered, "...but you won't kiss me. Because you can't stand the thought, you can't enjoy kissing someone you don't like, right?" You felt unbearably vulnerable as the questions lingered in the air. A few seconds passed as Jungkook scanned your face, the gears of his own mind turning. But he didn't answer you. The silence only confirmed your thoughts. Your stomach dropped as realization hit you and you knew that if you stayed any longer, you wouldn't be stay composed. You felt embarrassed and hurt enough as it was; you didn't need to humiliate yourself any further. You slowly let go of his shirt, pushing away from him, spinning on your heels, and heading to the bathroom.

The cold water against your skin did nothing to cool you down. Looking up in the mirror, you were met with your own flustered reflection. Was it the alcohol, Jimin’s kiss, or Jungkook’s lack there of that left you so heated? You didn’t know. You hated that you’d let Jungkook see you in such a weak moment. You and alcohol were a bad mix. Why did you even care if he didn’t kiss you? What would a kiss change anyways? The only thing you liked about him was how he handled you and your body. Kissing him meant nothing. At least that’s what you told yourself as you tried to pull yourself together before walking out of the bathroom. But the moment you stepped out, you were greeted with the sight of some girl pressed up against Jungkook. Your stomach churned at the sight, feeling like you'd been punched in the gut. After baring your hurt to him, this felt ten times worse. He really didn’t care about you or your feelings. You weren’t special; he just enjoyed messing with you, like every other girl he flirted with. How could he say all those things to you - confess that you had some effect on him - and then do this? As Jungkook briefly looked up from the girl who now had her arms looped around his neck, his eyes met yours. He shifted slightly, trying to step away from the girl as he saw the look on your face. You couldn’t stand there a moment longer, immediately rushing back over to Jimin. Before Jimin could even ask what was wrong, you were ordering shots. He quietly observed you downing your shots. With the frustration that was painted across your face, he could only assume this had something to do with Jungkook. One quick glance over to Jungkook, and he was sure; he was already staring in your direction. Jimin sighed softly. He didn't necessarily want to get between the two of you, but if Jungkook was causing you this much distress then maybe he should.

"You okay?" he finally spoke, placing a hand on the back of your head, guiding you to look at him as he polished off the rest of his own drink. You couldn't really tell if you were nodding or shaking your head no, but he must've seen the slight distress on your face because his eyes softened. He pulled you closer, turning you around before lifting you onto his lap. You were too hazy to protest as his chest pressed against your back.

"Jimin," you murmured, "I need a distraction."

"What kind of distraction sweetheart?" Your heart fluttered at the nickname.

"Anything." He leaned down, his breath hitting your neck as he moved your hair to the other side. He hummed against your skin, lips pressing gently against your pulse. The small gesture made your crane your neck the other way, your heartbeat racing more as your worried about whether he could feel it or not.

"This work?" he asked, biting at the skin before kissing it harder.

"Yeah," you replied shakily. Jimin's hands made their way to your hips, holding you firmly against himself. Your eyes closed while Jimin continued kissing your neck, his tongue now laving softly over the contrastingly sharp bites he was leaving. Yep, that was a pretty effective distraction. Before you knew it, your chest was heaving as your breathing became laboured. Jimin's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. But you loved the proximity. It was intoxicating, yet comforting. He made you feel wanted which was something that Jungkook didn't do. Your body was quickly reacting to his touch, heat already pooling between your legs. You shifted slightly - only to feel Jimin's growing erection rub against you. Both of you groaned at the feeling. Jimin's lips moved to your ear, nipping at the lobe. In this position, you could hear his heavy breathing as you subconsciously continued shifting in his lap. Amidst such a good moment, you made the mistake of opening your eyes - only to meet Jungkook's gaze from across the bar. He was far away enough (and you were tipsy enough) that you couldn't make out his exact expression. But the fact that he was watching you was enough to unnerve you. You craned your neck to turn away, pulling away from Jimin with the motion as well. Jimin didn't even have to ask what happened as he caught Jungkook's stare too. A flash of irritation passed through him as Jungkook continued ruining your mood. But he brushed it off quickly, not wanting to upset you further. He held your chin, turning you to face him.

"You wanna get out of here?" he offered, mostly just wanting to get you away from Jungkook. A sense of guilt washed over you as Jimin treated you so sweetly. It wasn't that you didn't like Jimin, and you certainly found him incredibly attractive, but you felt like you were using him to get over Jungkook in a sense. You knew that this probably wouldn't be happening if everything between you and Jungkook hadn't happened. And you weren't sure you wanted anything more from Jimin anyways. Jimin was too kind for you to lead him on and use him like this.

"I-I do," you began, your voice heavy with guilt. "But I don't want to hurt you." Jimin gave you a look of confusion.

"Hurt me?"

"This...this is just a distraction for me." You winced as the words left your lips, feeling worse about yourself. "You're just a distraction." Jimin paused for a moment, but then his lips curled into a soft smirk.

"I'm okay with that. I can be your distraction," he whispered huskily. Your eyes immediately clouded with lust as he washed away all your guilt with two simple sentences. Suddenly, Jungkook was gone from your mind. You grabbed Jimin's hand, sliding off his lap, before dragging him up. He laughed at your enthusiasm, standing up but staying put in the spot.

"Let me settle our bill sweetheart," he chuckled, calling the server over and dropping some cash off with her. The second he paid, you were dragging him out of the bar.

Within thirty minutes, Jimin was struggling to open your apartment door while you messily kissed his neck, your hands roaming over his body. The second he got you through the door, he pinned you against the door and caught your lips in a hungry kiss. His own hands moved from cupping your face to sliding along your silhouette, appreciating your curves under his touch. The alcohol was catching up to you, making your movement sloppy now. But Jimin didn't mind, his own drunken mind loving the desperation in your touch. You slid your hand between your bodies, hastily rubbing his clothed cock.

"Y/n, fuck," Jimin groaned, struggling to contain himself. You took the opportunity to deepen your kiss, letting your tongue battle with his. Jimin huffed, matching your vigour, before grabbing your mischievous hands and looping them around his neck. His hands slid to your ass as he guided you towards the couch, not breaking the kiss for a second. When the back of your knees hit the couch, you tossed your bag on the coffee table. Some of your belongings fell out - including your phone - but you were too far gone to notice or care. Jimin lay you down on the couch, crawling on top of you immediately so as to keep kissing you. You groaned into the heat of his mouth. Your body felt like it was on fire as he pinched one of your excited nipples. When you finally ran out of breath, that was when he broke the kiss.

"Jimin, more. Want more," you mumbled, hastily trying to unbutton his shirt. He chuckled as you struggled with the small buttons. He held your hands to his chest, taking a moment to calm both of you down.

"Patience Y/n. We're not in a rush," he kissed the words into your neck. "We have all night," he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. He pulled away to look down at you, admiring your fucked out state. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes half-lidded as you looked up at him, and you were biting your lips in an effort to control yourself. The sight made him impossibly hard.

"I'll be the best distraction you could ever have," he spoke softly; but the tone of his voice was so alluring, you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation. And then, as if on cue, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. The vibrations against the glass were enough to draw Jimin's attention, while you returned to unbuttoning his shirt. Jungkook's name was plastered on the screen. Of course it was him.

Jungkook was still at the bar - now standing right outside for some fresh air. He was dealing with his own conflicting emotions. He was seething when he saw you in Jimin's lap, watching him kiss your neck. The way you were so docile in his hold, just letting him touch and kiss you, it made his skin crawl. Why were you so resistant to him, but so receptive to Jimin? You were meant to be his - his toy alone. He had half the mind to walk over there and yank you off Jimin's lap. But at that point, none of your coworkers had noticed the two of you yet. He didn't want to make a scene and embarrass all three of you; he couldn't afford any more workplace rumours. On top of that, he couldn't get your question out of his head: why hadn't he kissed you? Unable to bear watching the scene before him any longer, he turned away and focused on drowning his thoughts away with drinks. When he looked back, you were gone. His mind immediately flooded with all the scenarios you could be in. Were you with Jimin? He shook his head clear of his suspicions. What did he care? You were a grown adult, capable of taking care of yourself and making your own decisions. He continued drinking, but he couldn't shake off his anger and confusion. After a few drinks, his self restraint was slipping and he stepped out for some fresh air to calm down. But he found himself reaching for his phone and calling you. Why was he calling you? To check up on you? Make sure you were safe, find out where you were so he could come to you, or question you about Jimin? He didn't know as he stood there, watching his breath form clouds in front of him as the phone rang.

Jimin stared at Jungkook's name on your phone and grunted in annoyance. Even when he wasn't physically present, Jungkook managed to get in his way every time. At least this once, couldn't that man leave you two alone? Then a thought crossed his mind - a way to get Jungkook to leave you alone for tonight. Noticing the irritation on Jimin's face, you went to turn and look at your phone, curious to see what was bugging him. But Jimin stopped you, quickly cupped your face with one hand and crashing his lips to yours - effectively making you forget all about your phone. Meanwhile, his other hand slid over to your phone and swiped to answer Jungkook's call.

"Tell me what you want Y/n," he demanded between breaths as he purposefully kissed you sloppily. You moaned softly against his lips as the lewd sounds of your kissing filled your ears.

"Want you, Jimin," you groaned. You pulled at his collar, trying to get him closer.

"Yeah?" he prompted you further, his fingers pinching at your already hardened nipples to provoke you further. You gasped, moaning his name as your back arching into his touch.

"Want you to touch me, wanna taste you, wanna feel you," you rambled. "Want you to keep kissing me," you admitted with a sigh. Jimin's body was reacting your words too, his hips already grinding into you. He hummed with satisfaction, peeking over at your phone. There was still silence from the other end, and he felt his pride swell as he watched the call end. Jungkook wouldn't be bothering you tonight.

another note: HOLY FUCK YOU GUYS! i finally go this goddamn chapter out! I am truly so sorry it took me this long. but i was actually crashing out from life and THEN tumblr fucked me over and didn't save my draft for this chapter TT i literally had to take a break from the app i was so annoyed. it took me forever to rewrite this. to everyone who asked how I was doing and checked up on me, thank you <3 you guys are the sweetest and I am doing much better now! as for the story, was the plot twist what you expected? how're we feeling about reader and Jungkook right now? the tension continues to tension... while i'm decently satisfied with this chapter, i might have to take a break from Dissonance for a bit. i have a lot of other stories i want to write (specifically Love and Deepspace ones lmfao) and Dissonance is taking up a lot of my time right now. I swear I'll still be working on it, just expect some other works to be released before D4. thank you all so much for reading! I appreciate each and every one of you for enjoying my work :)

side side note: if y'all have any ideas for D4, or requests for new fics as well, please let me know! i already have noona x jk in the works lol.

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angelltheninth · 2 days ago

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Saw your post about Arcane sapphics, could I request the same characters with them reacting to being readers first serious relationship?

No problem Anon, I love all of those characters, feel free to send in more requests for them.

Pairing: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Sevika, Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, casual to serious relationship, first kiss as a couple, teasing, slightly suggestive

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A/N: I bring sustenance for the wlw part of the Arcane community!

Well, she's the same, which is surprising to you but when you think about where she was forced to grow up it starts making more sense. Both of you are in the same boat, but Vi carries herself with a bit more confidence. Much like everything else she does.

"Not a lot of stable relationships in prison, sweet stuff. I'd love it if you took my serious relationship virginity, I've been looking to lose it." She grins and leans in close to you, her hands roaming down your hips. "Now, how many of yours can I take?"

"None if you keep talking like that." You pushed her face away from yours, leading to Vi biting your hand, lightly.

"We'll see about that. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm very charming. Seriously now, how did a cutie like you stay single this whole time? If I met you before now I'd definitely want to date you." Her arms closed around your body, bringing you close and brushing her lips against your ear, making you shiver.

She was definitely buttering you up. Vi's lips pressed against the sensitive part below your ear. "I have a very specific type of girl that I go for, and that's you. Strong, brave, pure of heart, hotheaded, with tattoos, able to break me in half, you get it." Vi laughed, music to your ears but a moment later she lifted you up and smiled up at you, as if to show you that you chose the right with her.

"You do realize I was voted one of Piltover's biggest heartbreakers right? I'm not ashamed of that title, far from it. But darling, do you really think I care if you were in a relationship before?" Caitlyn could tell you were a little nervous while on your date. Now she finally knew why. If this worked out this would be the first serious relationship you've been in.

Of course you knew Caitlyn had a bit of a reputation among the ladies. She was popular for a reason, "It's... a little hard to believe that a woman like you would be seriously interested in me. Not that I don't think I'm hot, but I've been told I'm more hook up material."

Her brows furrowed in mild anger. "Who told you that? You deserve to be in a long-term relationship, anyone who missed out on a girl like you made a huge mistake." She pulled you against her chest, her hands gently massaging into your tense shoulders. "Better for me, I get you all to myself now." Her cocky grin made your body feel warm, a familiar kind of warmth.

Honestly you expected that she would be bored of you by now but Caitlyn kept asking you out again and again. Other people began to notice too, but she was never one to care about rumors.

"Does... that mean I get to call you my girlfriend now? And tell you I love you in front of other people?" Caitlyn nodded quickly, her hand cradling your cheek and pulling you into a chaste kiss, the first official kiss of your new relationship.

Being a spy doesn't leave much time for serious relationship, not that she doesn't try when she really likes someone. Someone like you. "Of course I'd love to date ya, love. What kind question is that? Yer a catch!" Maddie smiled right before she kissed you.

But when she pulled back and saw you biting your lip nervously she feared she might have rushed in or misunderstood things. Her hands found yours, her thumbs rubbing the back of your hands, leading you to the bed. "I've... never been in a relationship before, so I don't really know how to do it. Believe it or not I've been winging it this whole time."

"I had a feeling. No offense to ya but it's real easy ta tell ya were nervous the whole date. Glad to know it wasn't cause of me." She smiled to herself, also starting to get shy, she wasn't used to being so vulnerable. "I'm nervous too, don't know if ya could tell. Every time ya kiss me I get the shivers. Good kind! I think it's been... about a year or so since I've been serious 'bout anyone."

"And you want to be serious with me?" You asked, hopeful. Since she wasn't gonna stay here forever it was a lot to ask for of her. "I don't want to pressure you into it though."

"Gods no! I love being with ya! Yer so cute I can hardly hold myself back when I'm around ya. My boss doesn't like that but hey, the heart wants what it wants. For as long as I'm here I'd love to be with ya." There was really no telling how long that will be. Maddie knew that too, all too well, but she wanted to make good memories with you, for as long as she was able to she wanted to be with you, kiss you every chance she got.

Sevika blinked, slowly. "And? What is that important, sweetheart? Do you have some crazy ex hook-up or something? Point me in her direction, let's go." She was already gearing up for a fight. One that she would win.

"No! You meathead, not everything is a brawl! Listen to me!" You pulled her towards you and into the bedroom, closing the door behind the two of you. "I'm trying to open up about my relationship inexperience."

"Oh. Okay." Again, she didn't really have that much of a reaction. Instead of that she sat down and pulled you into her lap, "Does that make you feel bad or something? Cause I don't care about that stuff all that much, you know. I just want you all to myself, and if you're looking for more experience I am very happy to help out." Her hand smacked your ass, affectionately, grinning when your hips moved against hers in response.

It made you feel better, knowing that Sevika wasn't placing any pressure on you. Not even when you started your relationship. After the first night you realized she was assertive but not pushy, letting you make first moves and only then escalating to the point where clothes came off.

"You're so cute when you're nervous. Like a little kitten backed into a corner. But that also makes me want to protect you. If I'm your first real relationship then I'll make damn sure I'll be the last." When Sevika promised things to you she always delivered on them. It was basically a marriage proposal. Maybe she was moving a bit fast.

"I already knew that, pet. If you planned on hiding it from me, first you shouldn't hide anything from me, and second, you were really bad at it." Ambessa laughed out loud and patted you on the shoulder, her large hand eclipsing it. "Does that bother you?"

"Not exactly. I'm worried that it bothers you." Her hand grabbed your chin suddenly and forced you to make eye contact with her. "Uhm... yes?"

"Do not assume things about me. I rather like knowing that I'll show you the ropes, I'll get to take so many of your firsts won't I?" She moved your head to the side, her full lips pressing against your neck, her other hand against your lower back and her thick, muscular thigh between your legs. "Even if it's not forever I will make sure you remember every bit of it."

You shuddered against her hold, your heart drumming against your chest, blood rushing south. No matter what she did there was no way you would ever forget about her, she had to be aware of that already. Especially as far as your firsts go.

As soon as her hands started pulling at your clothes you yelped in alarm. "I-Is my body all you want to date me for?!" She didn't answer. She stared at you before she pulled her own shirt off. "Ambessa! Really?!" But what better way to celebrate a new relationship.

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myth1cs · 1 day ago

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Sweet Obsession (Im Nayeon, Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader)

Someone had to write the Sanayeon kiss. It's me, I mean if I didn't write this someone might've written it with their Male OC, and who wants that?

(No hard feelings 미나-사이야트 / 카운트온미 right?)

Word Count: 2,663

The members were told to do things to "excite the fans" and "get them talking" about the fan meet. Sana, naturally, thought that an easy way to get people to talk about the fan meet was to act like she was going to kiss the members.

She knew they would all back up so the thought that she might actually kiss one of them never crossed her mind. And everything was going well. That is until it came to Nayeon.

Nayeon didn't back down and leaned into the kiss. Both thought the other would back away but they ended up kissing by accident on stage.

A lot of people went wild over it. Sana and Nayeon got all flustered about the ordeal but didn't have time to dwell on their feelings as Jihyo, who didn't see what just happened, made Nayeon focus on singing her part of the song.

Once the fan meet came to a close. Sana went over to Nayeon's fitting room to discuss their kiss. Sana opened the door and a soft "Hello?" fell out of her mouth.

What she didn't expect was to see Nayeon changing into her casual clothes. Nayeon was in her bra and panties, and Sana couldn't keep her eyes off her unnie, she was enticed by her boobs and pussy. She watched as her older member took off her pantie revealing a pink pussy. The thought of being able to lick it made Sana's mouth water.

Nayeon reached behind her back to take off her bra but before she did that she noticed Sana peaking through the door. "Sana what are you doing?!"

Sana quickly went in the room and locked the door. Her unnie gave her a "Explain yourself" look which made Sana gulp.

"Well uhm- unnie I just wanted to talk to you about our... kiss."

Nayeon's cheeks flushed pink as the memory of them sharing a kiss played in her mind.

"What about it?"

"I haven't been able to forget the way your lips felt on mine."

Nayeon's cheeks burned a brighter red from Sana's confession. "I haven't either." the older admitted.

The pair got closer together up until they could each feel the others hot breath on the other. Sana pressed her breast against Nayeon's making the older girl moan.

"Agh~"

Neither could resist their lust anymore and they both entangled their lips together. Their tongues rubbed against each others. Sana pressed her body further against her unnies.

Her naughty hand got the better of her and she reached over to grab Nayeon's plump ass giving it a firm squeeze. Nayeon moaned from the feeling and Sana took this opportunity to get the advantage in the tongue war.

Nayeon wasn't about to go down without a fight and started to rub Sana's clothed nipple with her thumb. Sana was really sensitive and the simple rubbing was enough to make her lose her advantage.

Both of them pulled away from each other.

"That's not fair unnie! You can't just rub my nipples like that, they're sensitive!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have grabbed my ass like that."

"That's different, my nipples are more sensitive than your ass."

"You still lost the tongue war Sana. Now can it and got on your knees and eat me out like a good girl."

Sana huffed but decided to go along with it. She got down on her knees and slid off Nayeon's panties. Her pussy was drenched wet with arousal.

Sana licked Nayon's pussy lips eagerly. "Mmm good girl. You're just as horny as our male fans!" Sana wasn't even hearing Nayeon anymore. She was too focused on lapping up every fluid inside of her unnie.

Something felt incomplete though. Even with all of this stimulation Nayeon didn't feel like she was able to cum yet. She tried to stimulate herself further by groping her own boobs and lightly pinching her nipples.

Still it didn't feel like enough. "Sana add a finger."

"Mhm!" Sana muffled as she added a finger to Nayeon's pussy.

Putting her hands on the back of the youngers head she pushed her further into her pussy. "More! I need more fingers in me!"

She bit her lips hard when she felt the sensation of more fingers being added to her tight pussy.

"I- I don't think I can cum like this."

"Am I being bad?"

"No it's not you. I think I need a cock."

"Did you bring a strap on with you?"

"I didn't. And there aren't any stores nearby that sell those."

"Can it wait until tomorrow?"

"Ugh I'm too aroused right now. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't cum tonight."

Sana tried to make her unnie cum despite knowing she wasn't able to get enough stimulation on her own. She stood up and licked Nayeon's nipples while pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"I appreciate the attempt but it's not enough!"

All of this was making Sana soaked. A wet spot could be seen on her pants. "A cock sounds really good right now."

"But who are we going to get? I don't want to ask one of our managers. They're old and probably can't keep up with us."

"Are you forgetting something unnie? We just had a fan meet."

You - along with many other people - gathered around the area where Twice would be leaving. You've been waiting for a while but seeing Twice up close in person would make it all worth it.

The time came and Twice started to walk to the cars and you were hoping to see your bias.

Twice members were handing out Mina dollars that were used in the seven rings performance and you were lucky enough to be handed one by Sana.

You waved the members goodbye as they entered the cars. Once they were all gone you started to make your way back to your car.

When you got in your car you were about to drive back home but you decided to get a good look at the Mina dollar you received first. As you were inspecting it you realized that a small piece of paper was taped to it.

Curious, you took off the paper and turned it around. All that was written on it was an address to a hotel along with the following written text "Room 305, Code: 102015."

"What is this?" you thought to yourself.

Maybe this wasn't meant for you but for the members. Should you give it back?

There were a lot of things you didn't know but you decided to go to the place listed on the paper. Not like you had anything to lose other than a bit of sleep.

You put the address in the GPS and started your drive to the hotel.

Truth be told you weren't sure what you were even expecting. Would you be lucky enough to see a Twice member or would you just run into a manager?

Once you arrived at the hotel you went in. Once you stepped in you could immediately tell that it was way out of your league. Everything looked so expensive.

You walked to the front desk and the lady at the front desk spoke to you "Is there anything I can help you with sir?".

"I'm here to visit someone in room 305."

"Are you part of the staff?"

"Y- yes?" You obviously sounded hesitant and the lady looked at you suspiciously.

"What's the code to the area?"

"102015."

...

"I'll tell them you're on your way."

You breathed a sigh of relief and went to the elevators.

Once you arrived on the third floor you went to room 305. Standing in front of the door you knocked three times and waited not knowing what to expect.

The door opened and your jaw dropped when you saw who was on the other side.

"Sana?!"

She grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Do you want to see a 'special' concert just for you Y/N?"

"Nayeon?! You're here to?"

She nodded her head and rested her head on your shoulders. "Is this what the paper was for?"

"It is what it was for Y/N. We chose a lucky once to give a private concert, and it looks like the lucky once was you."

Looks like it was your lucky day! Getting a private show from 2 Twice members? It was like a dream come true.

"Follow us."

You followed behind Nayeon and Sana to their bedroom. Not exactly sure what to expect but it certainly wasn't this.

Once you entered their bedroom you saw that it was mostly dark with the only light being red LED's which were hung around the room. "What's all this for?"

"Close your eyes Y/N. We have to get your special surprise ready for you before we can start your 'special' concert."

Following their orders you closed your eyes. You heard a few things fall on the floor along with a bit of shuffling.

"You can open your eyes now baby." Nayeon said.

Once you opened your eyes you saw something that immediately made your cock hard.

"Like what you see Y/N?" Sana asked.

"This is so hot."

Sana and Nayeon led you to the bed. "Who do you want first Sana or me?"

"I want both of you at the same time."

"So damn horny huh?"

Sana pushed you onto the bed and started to slide off your pants and boxers. Your hard cock sprung out hitting Sana's cheeks. "Oh it feels so good she moaned out." She started to rub her face against your erection. You put your hands on the back of her hair and gripped it tightly from the pleasure her face was giving you.

"Don't leave me out of the fun Sana!" Like she was some sort of jealous girlfriend Nayeon shoved Sana and started to rub her face against your cock aggressively. "So warm Y/N. This feels so much better than those dildos."

Not wanting to be outdone Sana shoved herself back onto your cock. Seeing two Twice members fight over your cock was something you thought would only happen in your dreams but now it was a reality, and you intended to make the most of it.

"I don't know Sana I think Nayeon knows how to please a cock more."

"That's not true I can please a cock way better than Nayeon!"

"I think you're going to have to prove it then."

Nayeon understood where you were going and got off you. She didn't mind being in the sidelines as long as you fucked her later. Before she completely got off the bed she whispered something to your ear.

"Just so you know Sana is sensitive on her nipples."

With that being said Nayeon got off the bed and sat on the conveniently placed chair that was facing the bed.

You grabbed Sana's arms and pinned her to the bed. "Let's see just how good you can please me then." You rubbed your hard erection on Sana's drenched pussy to make it wet.

"Mhm ah~ so good Y/N."

Leaning down to catch Sana's lips you and Sana shared a passionate slow kiss. Nayeon fingered herself as she was watching the scene unfold in front of her.

You pulled off her lips and started to leave hickeys on her face. "N- no Y/N you can't mark me. We have to film a Time to Twice episode tomorrow."

Smack

Sana yelped from the sudden smack on her pussy. "I don't remember you being the one to give orders. Now shut it and let me do what I want."

"Yes sir."

Continuing down her perfect body you reached her breasts and licked her nipple. "Shit I'm so sensitive there Y/N."

Attacking your lips to her breasts you sucked on them as if her breast were producing milk for you. Her breast were moderately big. Not as big as Nayeon's but they were big enough for you to have fun with.

You put your cock in between her breasts and started to mush them onto your cock. Since your cock was nice and wet from Sana's pussy lips you had no problem gliding her breasts up and down on your cock. She suppressed her moans as best she could knowing her members were next door.

"What's wrong Sana, don't want the others finding out how much of a whore you are?"

She nodded her head.

You gave her nipples a soft bite before you got settled on the main attraction. Positioning your cock in front of Sana's hole you shoved yourself inside her pussy.

Sana's pussy clenched around your erection making it hard for you to get in deep. You put a little force with your thrusts, shoving yourself deeper into Sana.

"Oh~ Y/N I can feel your cock deep inside me. More, I want more!"

"Such a- needy little - slut huh?" You were running out of breath as you felt yourself get closer to climax.

Nayeon decided she had enough of touching herself and joined you in the bed. She sat on top of Sana and shoved her breasts on your face while rubbing Sana's clit at the same time.

"Suck mommy's breasts baby they're all for you!"

You put your tongue all over Nayeon's breasts as you continued thrusting in and out of Sana's pussy.

"Ah! Y/N I'm cumming!"

A violent shake coursed through Sana as she climaxed all over your cock. You kept thrusting to prolong it as much as possible.

So much cum spilled out of Sana that some of it stained the bed sheets. You felt yourself about to cum but before you could Nayeon pushed you off of Sana.

"You can't cum in her. But you can cum in my mouth if you want."

You rapidly shook your head. Nayeon liked your eagerness and took your whole cock in her mouth in one swift motion. She drank the cum that Sana released on your cock.

Nayeon shoved your cock so deep in her throat that it touched the back of her throat. She gagged a little but not by much.

"You don't have a gag reflex?"

"I've had my fair share of cocks in me."

The idol expertly sucked on your cock making you cum in no time. Unlike Sana's cum, every last drop of your cum was swallowed by Nayeon. Her cheeks puffed out but she managed to take the seemingly endless ropes of semen you were spilling.

"Now's not the time to get tired baby. I'm still horny."

How could anyone say no to that? Especially after she just drank your load of cum.

Nayeon pumped your cock a few more times until you were hard again. She got on all fours and looked back at you.

"My ass isn't going to fuck itself Y/N."

Like some sort of wild animal you quickly shoved your hard erection inside Nayeon's ass feeling its tightness which only drove you more feral. You couldn't help yourself but give her big ass a few smacks which left her ass red.

"Yes Y/N just like that!"

As you were thrusting into Nayeon's ass you suddenly felt Sana wrap her arms around you. "I'm still here sir."

She kissed your neck as you continued your assault on Nayeon's ass. "Fuck Nayeon I'm still sensitive! I'm going to cum again!"

"Do it baby, cum in my big ass!"

Once again ropes of cum spilled from your cock onto Nayeon's ass. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself being filled with the warm fluids. "Sana I like him. We should keep him around for when we get horny."

"Agreed."

Sana fell on the bed, you fell on top of Sana, and Nayeon fell on top of you. You all drifted off to sleep.

And what better way to fall asleep than sandwiched between your favorite idols?

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카운트 - 온 - 미 No hard feelings though right? I just didnt like your Male OC idea. I'm just doing my job as an x Reader writer.

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theyluvivi · 15 hours ago

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"Keep you."

how sugarmommy!reader and sugarbaby!chris met!

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: suggestive!!! no actual smut! chris and reader r freak4freak<3

You're gorgeous. It's a monstrosity everyone in the club is seeing you like this and not just him. Sure, you guys have never held a conversation, and you don't even follow him back on Instagram, but he knows you.

Who doesn't? In a new country every weekend, always having the newest designer drops, and never being seen with the same guy twice.

It's why he's so enamored with you. He's heard so many stories, so, so many stories, but he wants to experience it for himself. He doesn't care about the money or the jewelry, he just wants you...he wouldn't mind it though. His eyes wander, lace up heels and your dress bringing all the attention to your curves, he'd do anything to end up in your bed at the end of the night.

You're giggling, tucking your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your drink when you notice him. You smile, waving him over. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance.

"Hi, cutie." You cock your head to the side, grinning. "Guys, isn't he so cute?" You turn to your friends, he smirks. You're funny. He tilts his head, matching your energy. "You got a name?" Like, he doesn't know who you are.

"Sugar.'" Your friends attention may have shifted away from him, but yours certainly hasn't. The way you're eyeing him has his pants growing tighter. Your eyes lock as he hovers over you, "M' Chris."

You begin to stand, him stepping back to give you some room, but you quickly tug him by his shirt. "Wanna have some fun?"

You're a drug.

Every kiss to his neck, to his lips striking a fire in his chest. A pathetic whine leaves his lips as you push him to his knees. Even after all the talk he did, he can't help but blush when you carress his cheek. "You know me, don't you?" You giggle, eyes growing darker. "I don't think this is the first time we've seen each other, huh?"

He gulps, nodding slowly as he leans into your palm. "You've been wanting this." It's more of a statement than a question, but Chris nods anyways. He gasps softly as you clutch his hair. "Words."

"Y..yes." You smirk down at him. "You're such a good boy." He practically drools as you pull down your panties, moving his hands to your hips as you spread your legs. "I might keep you."

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acmeangel · 19 hours ago

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♡ You and Levi are both in the Survey Corps. You have a nightmare, and Levi tries to comfort you.

♡ SFW

You wake up choking on air, body tight and rigid with the aftershocks of a nightmare you can't quite shake. Eld, Oluo, Gunther, Petra—they were all there. You feel like your mind is coiled around your entire body, from your skull to your feet, wound so tightly you might snap at any second. The room is still, dark, except for the faint moonlight dappling in through the window. Your heartbeat is a chaotic thing, it feels like an entity separate from yourself, slamming against your ribs, and you know—instinctively—that you're not getting back to sleep anytime soon. Because that's how this always goes.

So, you move, because your mind feels so heavy that it could break the bed itself. The floor is cold and rough beneath your bare feet as you cross the room, fingers tightening around the glass of water left untouched on your desk. You drink, but the dryness in your mouth persists. You notice a few drops of water that have escaped your glass and landed on the desk because your hands won't stop shaking.

You hate the way your body refuses to be controlled by sheer willpower. The way it remembers what you try to forget.

A chair creaks behind you.

"Tch." The familiar click of Levi's tongue slices through the thick, dry air. Was it always this dry? You shake away the thought as his voice rings out. "Third night in a row. You wanna tell me what the hell's going on, or is this just your new routine?"

He's exactly where he always is—sitting in the chair in the corner, arms crossed, eyes sharp despite the late hour. He's been doing this since the first night you spent together. Never in the bed, never fully relaxed, always just a little on guard. You've never asked him why.

You exhale through your nose. Slow. Steady. You need to be steady. "It's nothing."

"Mmh. Nothing's got you pacing around at this hour."

You don't know why you'd even bothered lying to him—the truth was written plainly across your face, written in the beads of cold sweat that rimmed your forehead.

"Go back to sleep, Levi," you murmur, trying to keep your voice smooth as you grip the glass so tightly that the pads of your fingers start to hurt.

"Not really an option when you're stomping around like a damn horse. You should at least learn to be quiet if you're gonna be up like this."

You almost laugh—in other circumstances, you would've. But it gets caught in your throat like an insect in a web.

The silence stretches. Levi watches you, expression unreadable, waiting. You wonder if he sees the way your shoulders have tensed up, the way your knees are locked, the way your eyes are glassy and distant, caught in the tormenting area between past and present.

"I'm fine," you say, quieter this time. "It was just a dream."

"Just a dream." He says it flatly, like he's testing the words.

You know what he thinks about that. That nightmares aren’t 'just' anything. That they’re the past creeping back in with serrated teeth and clawing hands. They're the scent of metallic blood, the sounds of anguished screams, the crunch of Titan's teeth around flesh and bone. And they don't let go until you force them to.

Levi exhales, long and slow. "So. Tell me."

Your throat tightens. You know you shouldn't test his patience, but the thought of telling him everything, of the coil snapping—it's too much to withstand. So you say: "No."

"Y/N."

You shake your head. He waits a beat, then moves—steady, unhurried, the way he always does. He stands, steps toward you, stops just close enough that you can physically feel his presence.

And maybe that’s why you snap.

"It was them," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "They were there again. All of them this time. I—"

Your breath shudders out as if you're drowning and gasping for air. Levi says nothing, but you see it. The way he shifts his posture, the way his jaw clenches like he’s biting back something sharp.

"I couldn’t do anything," you say. "I watched them die, Levi. Over and over. I just stood there. And... And I don't even mean just in the dream. I... I can't stop thinking—"

"You didn’t just stand there."

You release a breath that’s almost a laugh, but it tastes sour on your tongue. "I didn't save them either, so I might as well have."

He doesn’t argue. Levi has never been the type to feed you empty reassurances or give you a big, warm hug that says 'everything's going to be alright'.

Instead, he says, "You tried. You did what you could. Made the decisions you had to make. Like we all do."

Your fingers curl into your palms. "It’s not enough."

Levi watches you. His gaze is steady, unreadable, but you can feel it burning into you. Then, finally, he exhales, slow and deliberate.

"It never is. But it has to be. The alternative is that they all died a shitty, pointless death."

It's not a comfort. Just a fact. A truth you’ve both learned the hard way.

You nod a feeble nod and the tension from your body releases, just a bit. You set the glass down, the one you've been clutching the entire time like it's the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground. Levi doesn't move, but he stays there, close enough to catch you if you need it. And for the first time tonight, your body stops shaking.

The silence between you shifts. It's not so heavy, not so dark and bottomless and cavernous—it just exists. Levi tilts his head slightly, his eyes flickering over you for a moment. Then he jerks his chin toward the bed.

"Come on."

You hesitate. "I'm not—"

"Just get in the damn bed, Y/N."

He doesn’t wait for you to protest again. He just moves, making his way back to the chair—only this time, he stops. His eyes shift to the mattress, then back to you. He watches as you slowly lie down, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. And then, without a word, he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed. Not close. Not touching.

You instinctively hold your breath, as if the faintest sound or movement will make him change his mind. "Levi, you don’t—"

"Go to sleep."

You feel him shift slightly, settling into the bed with his full weight, his body flat next to yours. There's still a distance between you—a careful, meticulous choice. But he's there.

Minutes pass. Then, Levi exhales softly in the secret of the dark. You hear the quiet rustle of fabric as he shifts again. A slow, subtle movement—an accident, almost. And then, just barely, the faintest brush of his hand against yours.

You don’t move, and neither does he.

Sleep doesn’t come easily. It never does. But now, at least, it doesn’t feel so daunting.

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multicohn · 8 hours ago

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summary: the rookies notice that their partner is missing from an important race and immediately thinks the worst

warnings: this took me DAYS to do 💀 some might be longer than others but keep in mind that i do like all the rookies and some were just easier to write for — ooc? since i don't know them that well, some might have similar situations but i tried to not have them as the same scenario — missing or misspelled words maybe? i might have missed it cause this is quite long — drivers wanting to die / thinking their s/o died ( jokingly ) — death jokes in general — just the rookies being dramatic and thinking the worse

pairing(s): gn! reader x jack doohan, gn! reader x isack hadjar, gn! reader x ollie bearman, gn! reader x kimi antonelli, gn! reader x gabriel bortoleto ( all written separately )

genre: fluff, dramtic drivers, established relationships

author note: lawson and alonso are not included

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jack doohan - australian grand prix

the first race of the season would be in jack’s home country. he felt excited, but also very nervous. jack wanted to prove that he deserves to be a main driver and that he can pull in results. sure, it’s only the first race, but if he doesn’t prove that he deserved that seat, he’ll be dropped quick.

jack bit his nails as he stood in the garage. he made it into the second round of qualifying, but was easily knocked down the longer it went.

was he upset? yes, but y/n made him see that it wasn't his fault.

now, however, jack hasn't seen y/n since that morning.

he's aware that they're most likely with pierre's girlfriend, kika, but they haven't answered any of his texts either. pierre wasn't worried, use to kika not coming until a few minutes before he had get in the car or she just came and go.

jack wasn't use to it though. y/n normally popped in to see him or at least texted him back.

did their phone die? break? is franco trying to steal them before stealing his seat? ARE THEY BEING THREATENED BY ESHAY'S?

"jack"

nevermind.

“y/n!” jack shouted in relief as they walked towards him

“sorry” they quickly kissed his cheek as kika walked away to do the same with pierre

“kika’s heel broke so we had to go get her a new pair of shoes and my phone went flat”

jack breathed out a sigh of relief before engulfing their partner in a hug.

"i thought i was going to die" y/n rolled their eyes

"i've always made it on time”

“yeah, well, i thought franco was trying something or that you were being threatened by an eshay” y/n nodded while trying not to laugh at the thought of jack thinking an eshay was trying to have a go at them

“i’ll make sure to remember to bring my portable” jack pouted at their words

“no. you’re not allowed to leave me at all on race days”

“what if i need to go toilet?"

"i'll stand outside"

"you can not be serious..."

jack placed his hands on their shoulders and stared right into their eyes.

"dead serious" y/n scoffed and started swatting him away.

"get in the car!"

"you haven't given me a good luck kiss yet!"

"you aren't getting one!"

"oh so you want me to crash?"

"jack!"

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isack hadjar - japanese grand prix

the sound of someone texting him made isack momentarily snap out of his trance and look down. a smile creeped onto his face as the familiar contact name of his partner sat at the top, but it slowly washed off his face as he read through their messages.

loml <3: baby im here!

loml <3: there’s lots of people

loml <3: they have ( favourite food )!

loml <3: hey so…

loml <3: i think im lost.

they hadn't been at the previous races due to conflicts with their own personal schedule, but had reassured him that they would be able to make it for this race and would be by his side for bahrain as well. isack had cheered when they revealed the news after friday's practice sessions ended.

y/n had landed a few hours ago, but isack was already making his way to the track when they did ( he had been dragged and strapped into the car by his manager because isack tried to run off to the airport ).

“isack?” his trainer knocked on the door and called out to him before opening it

“you good, mate?” isack only stared at his phone, his race suit still hanging around his waist

isack took a deep breath in and spun around.

his trainer blinked as he brushed past him, determination obvious. however, isack was walking away from the garage.

"wha — isack?! that's the wrong way!"

"no it isn't!"

the trainer quickly caught up to him and grabbed hold of isack's shoulder. the driver turned around, his determination had slipped and fear seemed to have consumed isack.

“what’s wrong?”

“my partner got lost"

"oh, well..." his trainer had no clue on how to comfort the driver who was trying to pull himself away

"at least they're here?" isack whipped around so fast that it startled his trainer

"that doesn't matter! they aren't with me! i can't race knowing they're not here waiting for me! what if they fell into a ditch and died or something!?"

he watched as his trainer opened his mouth to reply, but it fell on deaf ears as isack caught sight of y/n. he sprinted towards the garage, leaving his baffled trainer.

"y/n!" they didn't even have a chance to turn around before they felt isack crashing into their back, his arms tightly secured around them.

"i thought you fell into a ditch and died or something" y/n turned their head to stare at isack with an offended expression

"why was that your first thought?" isack didn't answer and continued to squeeze them tightly

( his trainer literally had to pull and carry him away from y/n so that he would get in the car )

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ollie bearman - british grand prix

despite their relationship still being relatively new, ollie found himself having "withdrawals" as kimi called it. he felt weird and itchy when y/n wasn’t by his side, but when they were ollie would just aimlessly follow them around. fans thought it was cute and started comparing him to a dog more than a bear.

however, ollie received devasting news on the day of the british grand prix.

they would be late.

ollie thought then and there that he should just die.

the young driver arrived at the paddock with sadness beneath his fake smile. he raced towards the garage, only gave short answers to those who questioned him about something or rushing through with signing something, barely having time for pictures. ollie didn't meant to come off as rude, but he really just wanted to curl up in his drivers room and wait for them, but he couldn't.

esteban who was hit with a sense of boredom wondered why he couldn't hear his teammate's usual chatter and when he peeked around the corner, all he saw is a pouting ollie.

"ollie? what's wrong?"

he mumbled an answer, but due to all the noise, esteban didn't hear a thing.

"what?" ollie huffed as he leaned closer to hear

"my partner isn't here"

he crossed his arms with an irritated expression while esteban glanced over at ollie's team who were all collectively ignoring the upset driver.

"they told me they were going to be late, but i didn't think it would be this late! what if they got into a car accident?!" he only had a few more minutes to spare before they would start forcing him into the car

esteban only nodded along as ollie continued to think the worse — he's certain he heard something about an alien abduction. the younger driver didn't even notice that his teammate had left halfway through until he spun around to see a tired looking y/n just walking in.

if ollie was a dog, his ears would’ve perked up and tail would be wagging.

“y/n!” he cheered before jumping them

thankfully, ollie had enough strength as to not let them fall over.

“ollie, you’re heavy, i can't breathe”

"you wouldn't be talking if you couldn't breathe" they groaned lightly as he pressed their bodies together

“why are you so late?”

“traffic”

“you should’ve ran” y/n scoffed

“yeah, don’t think so” ollie lifted his head from their ( neck / shoulder / chest — depends on height )

“do you… not love me enough?” his eyes widened at the thought while y/n stared silently at him, but that just made ollie grow even more nervous

“why aren’t you saying anything? do not love me anymore?!”

“ollie. get in the damn car”

“and now you’re trying to get rid of me?! y/n, i will cry”

“i don’t think your team will let me near you if you do”

“i’ll kill myself”

“ollie!”

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kimi antonelli - italian grand prix

kimi dislikes the word “possessive”. he isn’t possessive, he just doesn’t trust anyone around partner so they should stay by his side until he’s in the car and then stay beside someone he trusts while he races. that person was george’s girlfriend — carmen, but kimi’s hasn’t been liking her recently since she always stole them away.

y/n is HIS partner. how dare she keep them away from him.

carmen would pop up out of nowhere and take y/n away while george held him back from chasing them down. his partner would be returned before he had to get in the car, but that didn't matter to kimi, y/n should be with him the entire time unless they aren't allowed ( like meetings, but he was able to convince toto to let them in ).

kimi impatiently tapped his foot while george hummed to himself. he didn't speak, but kimi knew the older man was amused by the situation. would it be bad if he took george out right now? toto does favour him and valtteri is here, so it should be fine, right?

an evil glint sparkled in kimi's eyes that george was unaware of since his back was now turned.

"it's his fault for letting his girlfriend take away my partner" kimi nodded to himself as he glared at the taller man

however, he never got to initiate his plan.

"kimi"

"my purpose in life has been restored"

he sprinted towards his partner and snatched them away from carmen ( yes, kimi did glare at her, but she only laughed before going to george ).

“i hate when she does that” he scoffed before wrapping them in a tight squeeze

y/n wondered if their boyfriend was a snake in his past life by the way he hugged them.

“we just lost track of time” they managed to say, but kimi wasn’t having any of it

“you were almost late. i’m going to tie us together whenever she comes”

“you still have ten minutes”

“it would’ve been a hour, but noooo” y/n laughed and kimi finally loosened his hold on them

“sorry, sorry, i know important this race is to you” they threaded their fingers through his hair before pressing a quick kiss to kimi’s cheek

“is that all?”

“you got to put the rest of your stuff on”

“i’ll put it on when you kiss me properly”

“everyone’s looking…”

“y/n. i will not get into that car unless you kiss me”

they felt toto turn towards them and they cursed kimi quietly before pressing their lips to his.

kimi smiled happily and skipped off to put on the rest of his race gear.

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gabriel bortoleto - brazilian grand prix

this particular race weekend had been a huge deal for gabi and y/n is well aware of it. the driver felt bad about not being able to spend much time with their partner, but y/n understood and was able to keep themselves entertained without gabi.

“where are they?” he tapped his foot impatiently while staring at the empty hallway

practice and qualifying has gone well, the crowd went absolutely wild when he managed to push the car to p6, but then a few other drivers managed to get better times and that knocked him down to p10. gabi wasn’t upset about that though, what he is upset about is how his partner has seemingly disappeared the moment they arrived at the track.

sure, gabi does blame himself since he was instantly swept up with journalists and fans that seemed to increase every time someone left. y/n had given him a quick kiss before making their way to the sauber hospitality. gabi didn’t get to check in on them, at least physically, since he had a meeting and other duties to attend to before changing into his race suit. gabi didn’t think anything of it; they might have gone to get food or needed the bathroom.

but, this long? something must have happened.

he didn’t want to think the worst, but he couldn’t help it.

“how likely do you think someone here would be a kidnapper?” nico slowly turned towards gabi who stared at the wall, no thoughts seemingly behind the younger driver’s eyes

“what?” gabi blinked

“nothing” he tried to brush it off, but nico wasn’t having it

gabi sighed and started explain.

“maybe they ate something bad? or lost track of time?”

yeah, that seemed more reasonable than them being lured away and stuffed into a random van.

gabi thanked nico before wondering off back to his side of the garage.

"it's fine. maybe they did eat something bad or didn't realise how close the start time is — it's happened before..." he sighed and crossed his arms before closing his eyes

gabi drowned out the noise and envisioned himself on the track. it calmed his mind, but only slightly.

he didn't know much time had passed since he entered his own head, but gabi instantly recongised y/n the moment they were close enough. they always wear a certain ( perfume / cologne / spray, etc ) that gabi is all too familiar with, it helped that y/n is the only person he knows to wear it.

their arms wrapped around his ( waist / mid-section / shoulders ) and gabi opened his eyes and turned around.

"where were you?"

"i think i ate something weird"

a sigh slipped past his lips while his shoulders sunk in relief.

"at least weren't lured to a van and almost kidnapped"

"what?" gabi shook his head

"don't worry about it"

he pressed a soft kiss to their ( neck / cheek / forehead ) before walking away to grab his helmet. y/n stared at their boyfriend's back, confusion washing over them as they replied his words in their head.

"by the way..." with his helmet now in his hands, gabi walked back over to stand in front of them

"i'm going to handcuff us together if you leave like that again"

"gabi —" he cut them off with a kiss on the lips before quickly making his way to his car while putting on his helmet

y/n only sighed and rubbed their forehead.

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paucubarsisimp · 3 days ago

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Please write something for jealous pau 🙏🥹

jealous

pairing: pau cubarsi x reader

summary: in which pau gets jealous

warnings: none

you were sitting at the café, laughing with hector and lamine, enjoying their company as they shared funny stories from the past. everything felt natural, like old times, and you were happy to spend time with them both.

but then, you noticed pau walking in. his eyes immediately found you, and you could see the brief flicker of uncertainty in his expression as he took in the scene—hector and lamine both laughing with you. he hesitated for a second before walking over, arms crossed, his gaze flicking between you and the guys.

“hey,” pau greeted, trying to sound casual, though there was a hint of something sharp in his tone.

“hey, pau!” you smiled brightly, motioning to the empty chair. “come sit with us!”

pau hesitated again, standing a little too close to the table. his gaze flicked between hector and lamine before finally landing on you. there was a slight furrow in his brow.

hector, ever the tease, couldn’t resist. “uh-oh, looks like someone’s jealous,” he said with a grin. “pau’s not looking too happy.”

lamine raised an eyebrow and smirked. “yeah, man, we’re stealing her away from you. better watch out, or we might make her laugh more than you.”

pau shot them both a look, his arms crossing tighter as if trying to hold his ground. “i’m fine,” he muttered, but the edge in his voice gave him away. “didn’t realize i had to compete with you two for her attention.”

you let out a soft laugh, trying to diffuse the tension. “pau, come on, you know hector and lamine are my friends. we’re just talking.”

hector leaned back in his chair, smirking. “yeah, but maybe we’re just a little more fun than you, huh? look at her, she’s laughing so much, i might steal her away for good.”

lamine grinned. “seriously, man, step up your game. she’s way too comfortable with us.”

pau’s face flushed slightly, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot. his posture was defensive, but you could tell he was trying not to show how much the teasing was getting to him.

“you guys are hilarious,” pau muttered, though you could tell he was trying to keep it light. “just don’t forget who’s actually dating her.”

you reached out to gently touch his arm, offering him a reassuring smile. “hey, you know i’m with you, not them,” you said softly. “you’re the one i care about.”

pau’s posture relaxed, though he shot a playful glare at hector and lamine. “i know,” he said, a little more softly. “it’s just… sometimes you make me feel like the third wheel.”

hector laughed, raising a glass. “sorry, man, but if you’re gonna be the jealous boyfriend, we have to tease you. it’s the law of the friend zone.”

lamine added with a grin, “yeah, besides, it’s too much fun watching you squirm.”

you chuckled, loving the easy dynamic between everyone. “alright, alright,” you said, turning to pau, “but seriously, you have nothing to worry about. you’re the one i want.”

pau’s face softened, and he finally smiled, though he still shot the guys a look of mock annoyance. “good,” he said, reaching for your hand. “because i’m not sharing you with these two.”

hector laughed, raising an eyebrow. “guess that means we’re done making him jealous. for now.”

“yeah, right,” lamine smirked. “we’ll see how long that lasts.”

#fc barcelona #football #footballer x reader #football imagine #pau cubarsi #pau cubarsi x reader #pau cubarsí #pau cubarsí x reader #pau cubarsi imagine

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 days ago

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The happy ending of Chapter 7 somehow makes me scared. It feels like something bad is going to happen next...

You can read my thoughts on the book 7 conclusion here!]

Calm before the storm... I just hope whatever’s next isn’t even LONGER than book 7 💦

At this point, there's no official confirmation for what's coming after (what I expect to be) book 8. However, I've been seeing a lot of... doomposts worrying that Twst will shut down as soon as the main story wraps up, which is just silly and plain untrue. (It makes me wonder if such comments are coming from people who are new to gacha games? Or if these comments are being made while the poster is running very high on emotions and not thinking rationally.) Let me tell you: that's NOT how any of this works. Gacha games DON'T terminate service as soon as they finish their main story. Live service games will generally only shut down if they have insufficient interest or revenue to keep it going, and that is most likely not the case for Twst seeing as how it has tons of merch, as well as several ongoing adaptations (anime, manga, light novel, etc.). Like, I'm pretty certain Twst regularly brings in several million yen a MONTH. One way or another, there will almost certainly be a follow-up to this first "arc" of the main story.

How long do we have to wait for the next main story update? No clue. It has varied a ton for Twst; there's no set schedule. For reference, here's the amount of time we had to wait between the end of a book + the start of the next book (you'll notice that the time spent waiting between each book drop increases/correlates with the length of the book):

books 1 + 2 end and book 3 start - 12 days

book 3 end and book 4 start - 39 days

book 4 end and book 5 start - 122 days

book 5 end and book 6 start - 337 days

book 6 end and book 7 start - 469 days

It's not a line said in the update, it's just a popular meme format. Not sure about where exactly it comes from, but all you do is say "This truly is/was our [insert title of the media here]."

I believe it's meant to be a dry way of commenting on endings in the same way you might go, "Yup, that just happened" or, "Maybe the real treasure was the friends we made along the way."

Sebek's for real such a softie 😭 HE CRIES OVER HAPPY ENDINGS, HOW IS THAT NOT CUTE????? Make me think he gets all emotional when he reads a good romance novel too...

asdsjvasvufoyefefai I still laugh in disappointment that the Dawn Knight is just a Silver recolor 💦 We could have gotten such a cooler design!! AND POOR LEAH, she gets no representation in her son's physical appearance 💀 even though she's such a stunning and gentle-looking woman...

***New character design + outfit spoilers below the cut!***

LIKE C'MON SKBFHLDFILBAFDBIAF ARE YOU REALLY GONNA SIT HERE AND TELL ME SILVER'S MOM DOESN'T AHVE IT GOOING' ON??????? ? ??? 🤡 Takea away the tiara and fancy gown, put her in a potato sack, and she'd STILL look amazing.

Of the two new outfits for the Diasomnia boys, I think I definitely prefer Silver's look! It's simple but very classic and regal. I love how the collar of the cape is half folded down and the pattern on the inner lining...

Malleus looks cool too, but personally I find it a little overdesigned, even when compared to the outfit Maleanor had. My eyes are pulled to his horn ornaments and jutting shoulder pads, or the thorns that snake around his boots. I get lost in all the stuff in the middle... What really bugs me out though is that... V-neck... for his top. It looks weird on Malleus because I'm so used to seeing his skin there covered up. sadbhliabsdabsp Draconia cleavage jumpscare to cap off book 7 💀

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Silver #Sebek Zigvolt #Dawn Knight #Maleanor Draconia #notes from the writing raven #jp spoilers #question #book 7 spoilers #book 7 chapter 13 part 2 spoilers #Silver Vanrouge #Leah Istvan

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edenunbuilt · 3 days ago

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── ϧ𝑒 forever, maybe.ೃ࿔

℘ jj maybank x fem!kook!reader ৴ length: 1k ৴ time of posting: 11:06pm

summary: jj finally accepts forever, as long as it means seeing where you end

content: sfw ﾉ soft!jj ♡

author's notes: can you tell i get most of my inspo from songs? how very original of me, i know! in all seriousness, i always seem to get my best ideas when i lose myself in music filled daydreams. here's a lil' something inspired by noah kahan's forever, very jj coded might i add.

jj has never been good at holding onto things.

he learned young that nothing is permanent—not people, not homes, not even the ocean when the tide pulls back.

forever used to sound like a death sentence. like a slow, inevitable decline into something worse. he never wanted to think that far ahead, never let himself imagine a future he wouldn’t be able to sustain. because forever meant watching things slip through his fingers, meant waiting for the good to turn sour, meant setting himself up to lose. his grip has always been loose, fingers slipping off everything he’s ever wanted to keep.

maybe that’s why he tells himself that whatever this thing with you is, it won’t last.

but it’s hard to believe his own bullshit when you’re stretched out beside him on the porch like some deity, your arm draped over your stomach, sundress bunched up just enough to reveal tanned legs. your hair spills over the wood like something out of a dream, and you’re looking up at the stars with that quiet kind of curiosity, like you’re searching for something, letting the summer air wrap around you like it’s got nowhere else to be.

jj watches you instead.

he won’t say it out loud, but there’s something about the way you exist—effortlessly, like you’ve never had to fight to keep anything in your life—that makes his chest ache. he wonders if you’ve ever lost something that mattered. if you’ve ever had to let go of something before you were ready. if you’ve ever held on so tightly and still watched it slip away.

she’s the kind of girl who could have anything she wanted, and yet here she is—choosing to be next to him. it doesn’t make sense.

but then again, nothing about her ever has.

"you’re staring," she murmurs, not looking away from the sky as her lips twitch up into a barely conceivable smile

jj smirks. "can you blame me? you’re kinda blocking my view."

she scoffs, shoving at his arm. "oh, please—like you care about constellations."

"excuse me," jj says, pressing a hand to his chest like he’s been personally wounded. "i’ll have you know, i am very interested in astrology."

"astronomy."

jj waves a hand dismissively. "whatever."

she rolls her eyes, a smile on her lips as she turns her head to look at him. "okay, stargazer. if you’re such an expert, what’s that one?" she lifts a finger toward the sky, pointing vaguely at a cluster of stars.

jj squints. "that one?"

"yeah, that one."

he clicks his tongue, nodding with mock seriousness. "that’s… uh, the big spoon."

she snorts first, a hand coming up to quell the noise—because she’s proper before anything else. her index and middle finger press beneath her nose as a laugh escapes anyway, bubbling up her throat, bright and unrestrained. "the big spoon?"

"yeah, you know. It’s like the big dipper, but—"

"but wrong?"

jj grins, pleased with himself as he watches you laugh. it’s a sound he wants to bottle up, to keep tucked away for the days that feel too heavy. the kind of thing that makes his chest feel too small for his ribs, like if he’s not careful, the warmth of it might slip right through the cracks.

the thought makes him shift, stretching his bad hand absently. it still aches sometimes when the weather changes, a dull reminder of a fight that wasn’t worth it. the break healed all wrong, a little crooked, a little off. kind of like him.

she notices. because of course she does. her laughter softens, fading into a quiet hum as her fingers ghost over his forearm, her voice practically blending into the soft whispers of the summer breeze. "does it hurt?"

jj blinks, thrown off by the question and how she always manages to evoke a sort of delicateness in her every word and movement. "what?"

"your hand," she says, nodding toward it. "you do that thing sometimes—like you're shaking it off."

jj flexes his fingers, rolling his wrist before resting his arm back against his chest. "nah, not really. just a little stiff sometimes."

she hums, unconvinced, but doesn’t push. instead, her lips purse in thought and she watches him like she’s picking apart the things he doesn’t say.

with a soft click of her tongue and smack of her lips, she finally speaks. "you do that a lot," she murmurs, squirming slightly, letting her back settle against the damp wood once more. "act like things don’t bother you when they do."

jj exhales, tilting his head back against the railing. "can’t complain. had worse."

she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow. "i don’t get you," she says, an unperceived pout tugging at the corners of her mouth. her voice is quieter now, like she’s speaking more to herself than to him. her eyes skim over his face like she’s trying to piece something together.

jj smirks.—cheeky, easy, practiced. the kind that makes his eyes gleam in the low light. he lets out a breathy laugh. "princess, i don’t even get me."

she huffs out a small laugh, but there’s something softer underneath it. she studies him for a second longer before dropping her head back down, her cheek pressing against his shoulder like it belongs there.

jj doesn’t move.

he hesitates for half a second before wrapping his arm around her, his bad hand resting lightly against her back. it’s instinct to hold her loosely—to leave space, to give himself an out, an uncomfortable mixture of habit and fear. he’s never trusted himself to keep the good things. never let himself believe he deserved to, always afraid of gripping too tight, of hurting what he means to keep.

but then you shift, curling into him like you’re settling in, like you don’t plan on going anywhere. and when you exhale a content little sigh against his collarbone, something shifts in him.

forever doesn’t feel like a death sentence anymore. it doesn’t feel like a weight around his neck, like something waiting to go wrong. it feels like more.

more time, more moments like this, more of you.

jj swallows. tightens his hold just a little. just enough to know you’re real.

his grip might be loose, but this time—this time—he swears he won’t let go.

𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

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dismalflo · 18 hours ago

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hi darling! Here to request another fic because I literally love the way you write??? Like it’s amazing and characters are written perfectly and I can’t seem to read enough of you. So I was wondering if I could request another poly!wolfstar x reader, where the reader comes from a pureblood family and has a ton of expectations on her (that’s why she always seems in control of herself, has top grades, etc..) but N.E.W.T.s are coming and she’s on the brink of burning out because she “isn’t doing good enough” and the boys comfort her?? Thank you very much, take care of yourself and remember to stay hydrated 🧡🫶🏻

thank you for the lovely request! <3 i hope you enjoy and i hope i've done your idea justice!

poly!wolfstar x reader who is overwhelmed preparing for exams ✩ 1.4k words

cw: fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has horrible parents, reader is a lil mean to the boys, Remus and Sirius being lovely as ever.

It feels like you’ve practically taken up residence in the library, considering the amount of time you’ve spent here over the past week. Usually, this table is perfect—sunlight filters through the window just right, casting a warm glow, and it’s secluded enough to offer a sense of privacy. The plush chairs are just comfortable enough. The whole space is made even better when one of your boyfriends is with you—Remus, studying quietly beside you with his hand resting gently on your thigh, offering a calming presence, or Sirius, always trying to pull you away for something entirely different

Today, though, the library feels more like a cage. You’d snapped at Sirius earlier—“Be useful or leave me alone, Sirius”—and, rightfully so, he’d left. Since then, neither of them have returned, and honestly, you don’t blame them. You’ll fix it when you have more time, but right now, the chaos of your scattered papers and half-finished notes demands more attention.

It’s that letter from your mother that triggered everything—a page and a half of the same sentiment repeated over and over: 'You are becoming our greatest disappointment, Y/N.' God, you just wish, for once, you could do something that would make them proud, something that might earn their approval.

So you’ve buried yourself in books and parchment, determined to get it right. You can’t face your parents if you don’t, can’t bear the thought of their faces twisting into disgust. So, you keep scribbling, the panic fueling every stroke of your quill. You don’t even notice the approach of two sets of familiar footsteps.

“Dove?” Remus’s voice cuts through the silence, making you flinch. The sound of your quill scratching across the page halts for just a moment, before it resumes its frantic scribble.

“You need to stop for the night,” Remus insists gently, his tone a mix of concern and quiet command.

“I will,” you mutter, eyes fixed on the page, unwilling to look away. “Just… another hour.”

“Curfew’s in fifteen minutes,” Sirius adds softly, his voice tinged with something you can’t quite place.

You glance up then, startled by the inky darkness outside the window. For a moment, your gaze flickers between the boys. Remus stands there, his face etched with worry, his eyes wide and pleading. Sirius, behind him, looks equally concerned—his expression softer, almost sheepish.

“I’ll leave soon,” you say, offering a half-hearted smile before diving back into the potions textbook in front of you, pen moving across the pages once more.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Sirius mutters, exasperated. Before you can react, a pale hand enters your field of vision. A quiet, reprimanding "Sirius" slips from Remus's lips, followed by the potions textbook being snatched away from you.

You jump, head snapping up so quickly that Remus winces, watching you with a mix of apprehension and guilt. But your eyes are fixed, narrowed, on Sirius.

“Give it back. I need it,” you demand, standing abruptly and holding your hand out toward him.

“No,” Sirius says, his voice firm but soft, his eyes locking onto yours. “What you need is to take care of yourself, poppet.”

“What I need,” you snap, the words sharp enough to cut, “is for you both to leave me alone and let me finish.” Your glare lances through the air, landing on them both.

Remus raises both hands, palms out, trying to de-escalate the situation. “It’ll still be here tomorrow,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “But you’ve missed lunch and dinner. You need rest.”

“I need to do this...” Your voice falters, the sharpness slipping away, replaced by something more fragile. “I have to prove I’m good enough.” Your body betrays you, the burning feeling in your chest spilling over into your eyes. The first tear gathers, threatening to fall.

Before it can, Remus steps forward, wrapping his arms around you in a protective embrace.

You tense for a moment, the pressure of the past few hours, weeks even, swirling inside you, but then his warmth overwhelms the panic. Remus’ embrace is steady, grounding, and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your cheek.

“Hey,” he whispers softly, his fingers running through your hair in slow, soothing strokes. “What’s all this about?”

You swallow hard, fighting the sob that’s threatening to break free. “I’m just so tired,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “Tired of feeling like I can’t ever get it right. Like they won’t ever be proud of me, Rem.”

Sirius steps closer, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. They both know exactly who you're talking about.

Remus’ arms tighten around you, and you feel the weight of his affection, grounding you. His voice is soft, yet it carries a calm authority, the kind of presence that could comfort anyone. “Listen to me, lovely,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair. “You don’t need anyone’s approval but your own. Not your parents, not anyone. You’ve done enough to make yourself proud.”

“I know,” you murmur, nodding against his chest. “I just wish they’d be proud of me... just once.” The tears begin to soak his shirt, but you can’t pull away.

“You don’t need them to approve of you,” Sirius says quietly, his words firm yet gentle. “You’re incredible, and no letter, no criticism, can change that. You’re enough just as you are.”

The words are simple, but they strike you like lightning, igniting something deep inside. You inhale shakily, still clinging to the comfort of Remus’ embrace as his words settle in. You want to believe them. You want to believe that you’re enough, that you don’t need your parents’ approval. But the years of doubt, of being told that you could always be better, weigh on you like an anchor.

"But..." Remus sighs, his voice softening. "If it would make you feel better, maybe we could work together on a healthier schedule to help you stay on top of everything." You pull back slightly, your eyes wide with disbelief.

"You'd do that for me?" you ask, your lip trembling.

Sirius answers, his voice warm and confident, “We’d do anything for you, gorgeous.” His words stir a fresh wave of tears, and the guilt for how cruel you've been to him hits you like a hammer. You pull yourself away from Remus, moving into Sirius’s arms instead.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, your voice breaking. “I’m sorry for being so horrible to you... to both of you.”

Sirius smiles softly, pulling back just enough to cradle your face in his hands. “It’s alright,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb gently over your cheek. “We can’t all be perfect.” He meets your eyes with warmth, his gaze affectionate. “But you’re as close as it gets.” His words are followed by a wink, and then a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The shuffling of paper at your side makes you turn away from Sirius to see Remus gathering all of the parchment and textbook you had laid out.

“Thank you,” you murmur—thank you for tidying up, for helping me, for looking after me. The words remain unspoken, but you can tell they understand from the soft smiles they exchange.

“Come on,” Remus says softly, holding his hand out for you to take. “Let’s get some food in you, and then you’re staying in our dorm tonight, dove.”

You hesitate for a moment, the weight of your exhaustion still pressing heavily on you. But when you glance between Remus and Sirius, a quiet sense of relief washes over you.

You take Remus's hand, your fingers curling around his. Sirius wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you gently toward the door.

As the three of you step into the hallway, the dim light from the torches flicker, casting long shadows on the stone walls. The tension in your chest begins to loosen, just a little, with each step. The weight of the world, or at least the weight of your expectations, feels lighter as they guide you forward, their presence a constant reassurance.

“I think you’ve earned a little break,” Sirius teases softly, his voice light but knowing. “Maybe even a full night of sleep?”

You let out a small laugh, the first in what feels like days. “I hope so,” you say, your tone softer than before, the sharp edges of your earlier frustration dulled by their steadiness.

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81pastrys · 1 day ago

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Their Mechanic

Part 5 / 10

Summary— When she’s late and in her backup car, Oscar shows up with her keys and Lando gets a call to drive her to get it.

Warnings— bad flirting

A/N— I’m still tweaking this one

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The next day, I woke up and checked the time. “Shit!” I’m 3 hours late for the shop. I get up, throw my hair in a bun, and change my clothes. I wash my face and don’t see my keys. “Ruby Red it is.” I sigh.

I stop for coffee on the way and then arrive at the shop. My dad’s face contorted towards anger as I pulled in with my ruby-red Carrera. I get out and rush into the lockers. “Where’s your Taycan?”

“I was too drunk to drive it home last night,” I say. The headache resonated while he spoke loudly within the lockers. “I’ll get it later, Pa, don’t worry.”

“I don’t want that pretty car damaged.” He warned. Even though I’d be the one fixing it. I walk back out and see Oscar leaning up against my pink toolbox. “Damn McLarens.” My dad whispered, walking past.

Oscar dangles my keys from his finger. “Forgetting something?” He asked. I don’t have the energy for his ditsy-ness right now, so I roll my eyes.

“Ollie brought me home.” I sigh. “I was way too drunk to think straight.” I grab the keys, and he pulls me closer.

“Could’ve stayed the night with us.” He whispered. Chills ran through my veins as he spoke, and my breath hitched in my throat. I back away, and he sets off to his car.

I focus on the shop for the rest of the day and then head home late. When I get home, I call Lando. “Hey, trouble.” He answers.

“Hey Lando, I was wondering. Care to give me a lift to Oscar’s?” I ask. He came over, and I took a shower. I left my front door unlocked in case he’d arrived before I finished freshening up. He did, and I texted him to say it was unlocked.

“Trouble.” He dragged out.

“I’m drying off. Give me about 3 minutes.” I respond. I dry my hair and then throw on sweats and a tee. I walk to the main room, and he sits at the bar. “Sorry, I had to shower.”

“No worries, ready to go get your precious car?” He teased. I’ve mentioned my love for the car so many times.

“Yes, let’s go.” I usher him out and lock the door. We drive the streets and talk. We get to the parking garage for the complex, and he gets out. “Woah, where are you going?”

“See my teammate?” He smiled, and I almost crumbled to my knees. “I told him I was bringing you to your car.”

“Oh, okay,” I respond. I didn’t realize they were teammates. “I’m gonna head back home; it’s kinda late.”

“Sounds good, trouble.” His smile widened. “I’ll text you later.” He doesn’t usually ‘text me later,’ but I smile and feel the blush forming on my cheeks.

“Keep that car of yours out of my shop, Norris.” I giggle. “I love working on her, but you need to stop making excuses to see me at the shop and ask me out.”

He fakely laughed at my comment, but I could see the blush on his face. “I might.” He shrugs.

“If you don’t, I might have another driver under my arms soon.” I tease, knowing damn well he’s the only driver I want out of all of them.

“Oh please, they wouldn’t be able to handle you trouble.” He’s flirting back now, noticing my tactics. “The attitude you have and the independence, they’d crumble after one date.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I smirked, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“Well, I’m sure you almost refused at least one of the guys I sent you.” He scoffed. I scrunch my face in admittance. We laugh. “Who was it?”

“Oscar and Max..” I say as if it was guilt. “Oscar, Max almost denied me the chance to work on his car.”

“Oscar?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “The introverted man upstairs?”

“He’s very cocky,” I say. “Acted as if I didn’t know what I was doing.” Which I did.

“Well, what made him believe that trouble?” He smirked, knowing the answer would be mumbled.

“I touched a hot spot on his McLaren.” I tilt my head and drop my arms from being crossed. “I did the same on yours.” However, he laughed it off in the moment. He didn’t doubt me when I made a simple mistake.

“Yeah, but I already knew there were hotspots.” He chuckled again. “I can fix my car trouble; I just noticed you do it better.” He winked at me.

I blushed at the compliment. His teammate called, and he motioned for me to follow him. I rolled my eyes with a smile and followed the man upstairs.

Where is this going?

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skzhua · 2 days ago

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episode 4.

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pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, exes-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 6.6k (not proofread yet!)

warnings: Cursing, cheating, heartbreak, lots of arguments.

summary: it's seollal and it's ski trip. you expected fun, but you didn't expect so many secrets to have unfolded.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

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In the split of a second, Kitty and Yuri pulled away from each other, looking just as in shock as you and Min Ho were. It took a moment for Yuri to get up and leave in shame, looking down as she passed by you.

"Hey, guys," Kitty said awkwardly, getting up herself.

"Hi," you responded, though you weren't entirely sure if you were supposed to act like what just happened didn't happen.

Min Ho, however, cut right to the chase. "Covey, what on earth was that?"

"Oh, so you saw that?"

"Since when do you even like Yuri? Yesterday you were all about Praveena."

She sighed. "Okay, the truth is, I started having feelings for her last semester. It's... it's part of why I broke up with Dae."

Min Ho paused, looking up in thoughts. "So, when Dae almost punched me in the face..?"

"He knew she had feelings for somebody else, and he thought that it was you," you finished.

His eyes grew bigger. "You knew?"

You smiled shyly, but before you could say anything, Kitty kept going. "What am I gonna do? I need to talk to Yuri."

"What you do now is get to the cars," you encouraged.

"And try not to ruin my ski weekend," Min Ho added.

She nodded, trying to convince herself, while Min Ho gestured for you to follow him outside. That allowed Kitty to gather her emotions and it gave you both an opportunity to talk. He mindlessly helped you carry your suitcases while you kept your carrying bag close to your side.

"So, Kitty is into Yuri?"

"Was," you corrected. "But yeah, it's been confusing for her. I don't know, maybe she still is?"

He scoffed. "Definitely. They were kissing," he insisted on the last word.

"And so? We kissed and it wasn't because we were still into each other."

"Right," he cleared his throat.

"We have to keep this to ourselves, Min Ho."

"As if I didn't know that already."

You shook your head. "Not just Kitty and Yuri, but our kiss too."

He knew what you meant. Clear as day. You might say a thousand times that the kiss meant nothing, but you both knew it was deeper than that. You still had feelings, you just knew it needed to be buried deep down.

As you finally arrived at the cars, you settled your things down while greeting the girls. You noticed how many of you there would be: Dae, Q, Mihee, Eunice, Stella, Juliana, Yuri, Praveena, Kitty, and of course, Min Ho. You were quite overwhelmed to be surrounded with such a crowd, but you were truly looking forward to the weekend.

"I don't think I can do this," Kitty said, joining you and Min Ho.

Before you could answer, Praveena walked up behind her, covering her eyes. "Guess who?"

"Hey."

"Hi! Oh, I think Yuri and Julianna made up. Should we ride with them?"

You immediately shook your head. "That one seems full. Come and take this one with me!"

Kitty gave you eyes that screamed 'thank you, I owe you', and followed Praveena as they began to load the car. Min Ho nudged your arm, giving you a small smirk in the process. And the blushing was back.

As the cars pulled in front of the cabin, you couldn't help but be amazed by the sight. While it seemed bigger and fancier than most cabins you've gone to in your life — which meant a lot since you had, yourself, a certain level of luxury — it still had a warmth to it. It looked like this place held a lot of memories. And from Min Ho's eyes as he stared at the entrance, you could tell you were right.

"It's beautiful up here," Stella exclaimed after Min Ho helped her get off the car.

"Got to admit, I've missed this place," he smiled.

Right, you remembered you were stuck to watch them act all lovey-dovey for two days. But no, you weren't going to let them ruin your mood. Opting to get away from anything or anyone that would cause you a headache, you joined Q's sides as you both headed towards the cabin. The group was far ahead from you, and Q smiled upon seeing you, only to nudge your arm in an eager way.

"Guess who I invited," he said.

You raised an eyebrow, doubtful. "If you say Florian, I'm literally going to hit you."

"What? No!" he got defensive before leaning towards your ear. "Jin."

You widened your eyes. "As if that's better," you whisper-yelled.

"It's not like they're going to find out," he argued but judging from your face, he dropped his shoulders. "He'll come in through the window, sleepover, and go back to his parents' place tomorrow."

"Oh, sure. That's an amazing plan."

"Please help me distract them while he's here?"

"Oh, that's why you told me."

He pouted. Mostly, it was cringe, but you were never the kind to refuse favors. Especially from Q. You mumbled some sort of agreement, earning you a hug from him.

"Let's go join the others before they ask what we're up to."

Walking in the cabin, you shook your legs to get the snow off your boots while the others gasped from how amazed they were. You agreed it looked even better inside, but you couldn't say you weren't used to it.

"All right," Min Ho spoke. "Dad will be here in a few hours. Tomorrow, we ski Alpensia and have dinner by Baek Jong Won."

Everyone cheered, but you rolled your eyes mockingly at his presenter persona. He took notice of it and sent a grimace your way, visibly joking back.

He shushed your group and he continued. "All right, settle down. Come on in, make yourselves at home."

You all followed him while he showed you around the place, indicating where the main necessities were such as the bathrooms. He then led you down a hallway which you assumed led to the bedrooms.

"There's, like, no photos of you," Madison pointed you.

"Thanks for noticing, Madison," Min Ho sighed.

You then pointed at a certain portrait of a man you thought of recognizing. "Wait, is this your brother?"

"Half-brother," he corrected. "Joon Ho is Dad's firstborn, and best-selling artist."

He cleared his throat before moving on to opening sliding doors. Nothing could have prepared you to the sight you were welcomed with. Displayed on top of the bed was a landscape image of Min Ho's father, naked on a fur rug with only a blanket of velvet to cover his intimate parts.

"Oh my God, jumpscare," Kitty began to laugh.

"Yeah," Q agreed with a more disgusted feeling towards it. "Talk about a full moon."

Min Ho's phone chimed, earning him a small scoff. "Speaking of..." He paused for a moment as he read the text. You could tell it was no good news from his facial expression.

"He's not coming."

"Min Ho," both Stella and you said softly, to which you exchanged a look.

"Since my dad decided to bail, some of the girls can use the primary suite. The boys can takr thr back bedroom. There's also a pullout in my dad's office."

"He had an office here?" Stella was quick to question, which made you question about her.

"Dibs!" Q rushed to say which only added to your confusion. "I-I need the single. I'm a night screamer," he explained.

"No, you're not," Kitty contradicted him.

"Fine. It's bubble guts."

You fake gagged. "Q, really?"

"Okay, none of you would know this but intense running actually causes intense... runs."

"Okay, spare us the deets. Room's yours." Q nodded, satisfaction on his face — and now you understood why he wanted the single. "We should get to bed if we're gonna hit the slopes early."

Everyone said goodnight, heading towards their assigned rooms. As for you, you stayed behind with wanting to check on Min Ho set in mind. That, however, was clearly not an option when you saw Stella sitting next to him before putting her head on his shoulder. Right, who were you to be his emotional support? It was Stella's job now. You told yourself you weren't going to mind them during the weekend. A break, that was what this trip was about.

As you were about to leave, he found your figure standing in the doorway still. He stood up automatically and came to you, which left Stella to sigh.

"Do you need something, Park?" Min Ho said.

You shook your head. "I should be the one asking you that."

His head dropped low. "You know, coming here was all his idea. But the second precious Joon Ho is available, he drops me. He has never put me first."

"I'm sorry."

Stella finally got up and hugged his arm, and you understood you might have stepped past a line when you sensed a slight tension appearing.

"This must be really hard," she added.

Min Ho, however, did not look at her once. His head did move up, but he was looking at you. You had been comfort and safety for months, it was hard to break this dynamic.

"I wish I didn't care," he continued.

"I get it," Stella affirmed. "I mean, there have been plenty of times when I felt like I'm not enough either."

You frowned at her words, similar to how Min Ho reacted as well. "Doesn't church help with things like that?"

"God can't fix everything, Y/N."

Min Ho hummed. "Really? I thought that was his whole deal, no?"

Her figure stiffened, like she had been caught in action. In an instant, she detached herself from Min Ho before grabbing your hand. You watched her lead you outside the door, confused.

"It's late. You should get some sleep. Meanwhile, Y/N and I will join the girls."

"Okay," Min Ho nodded, as dumbfounded as you were. "Good night."

She pulled you to the primary suite before you could say anything. The girls were already there, unpacking their suitcases and arranging sleeping mattresses on the ground. Stella finally let go of your hand to do the same, but you stood still. What was her deal?

"You know," she spoke, not looking at you. "I really appreciate that you care about Min Ho."

"You do?" you asked, surprised.

She took a few clothing items out, still not facing you. "I do, but I think you might need to relearn how to be a friend, and not a girlfriend."

You scoffed. So this was the issue. "You're right, I should know my place."

This wasn't much of a confirmation of her statement, and more of a sarcastic comment. She could say all she want, but you didn't care if you were coming off as invasive to her. Min Ho was someone you cared about, much more than you cared about yourself, and you would check on him if you wanted to. But for now, she'd hear what she wanted to hear.

She finally turned around, a smile across her face. "Thank you, Y/N. I knew you'd understand!"

She hopped to the bathroom with her pyjamas in hands which earned stares from everyone. Kitty came to check on you quickly, but you assured to her that it was nothing. In reality, it really was nothing. Only, Stella was starting to get suspicious in your eyes. Her behaviour, her mannerisms, her incoherent background story...

"Cool if I sleep here?" Praveena interrupted you two.

Kitty nodded. "Yeah, of course! The more the merrier!"

You were screaming internally from second-hand embarrassment. The poor girl was painfully trying to act normal, but it showed something was off. You then heard a squeal, indicating Stella came back. Yuri and Juliana weren't too far behind.

"This is giving slumber party vibes! Oh, who's gonna start the girl talk?" Stella exclaimed cheerfully.

She gave you a knowing look but you shook your head. "Not me."

"We could play Never Have I Ever, get to the real dirt," Praveena suggested to which Yuri answered with a yawn.

"I'm really beat."

"I forgot to brush my teeth, so I'm going to do that. Right now," she chuckled awkwardly before going straight to the bathroom.

Praveena stopped her, holding out her care products bag. "Kitty, don't you need this?"

She took it, embarrassed, leaving the four of you standing awkwardly. Stella announced she'd read her book instead, and the three other girls went to bed right away. You took it that it was your time to sleep as well, but an idea popped in your mind.

The letter.

You knew you left it in your travel bag in the kitchen — that left you no choice but to get your ass up and go fetch it. Knowing Min Ho, he was most likely still awake. And so, it was no surprise to see him sat at the table, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. The moment he heard you walk in, he adjusted his posture and put his phone down.

"Not going to bed?"

"I figured I could help you get your mind off things." His eyebrow raised and a smirk appeared on his lips, but you shook your head in disgust. "Not that, pervert."

"I'm joking," he chuckled lightly. "What do you have in mind?"

"My dad's letter."

He gave you a genuine smile, a sign to let you know he was in. You rushed to your bag, browsing through it. You frowned when the only things you were pulling out were receipts and notes of all sorts. None of them was the letter.

"Are you blind, Park?" Min Ho joked.

"I swear I put it in there. It was the first thing I packed."

He got up to join you before snatching the bag away from you. He began to search through every single pocket there was; nothing.

"My aunt's going to kill me," you said under your breath, falling onto a chair.

He crouched next to you and took your hand to rub it with his thumb. "Maybe you think you packed it but you left it in the dorm. We'll search for it when we get back."

You wiped your face with your hand. "You don't understand. This is one of the few things my dad left for us. If I lose it, I lose a part of my father. A part of his story."

Smoothly, he stood straight up, dragging you up with him. He engulfed you into his embrace. It was warm. It smelled good. He smelled good. Without noticing, you began to cry a bit. Just enough to have tears dropping but not enough to be putting your snot all over him.

"Y/N," he spoke softly, pulling away. "I..."

His eyes were bright and full of what you would think is love if you didn't know any better. And somewhat, you were satisfied you could see this side of him and have this much effect on him. Just like magnets, your faces were pulled into one another as your lips collided. Your body was warm and your hands were yearning to touch even an inch of his skin. When his hand went up your neck, you melted. But that was also your sign you maybe shouldn't have come to see him. Pushing him away, you stared at him in shock.

"I should go," you almost ran back to the room, and slammed the door shut.

"Good morning!" you cheered, observing Kitty waking up.

"Hi," she responded with a yawn as she began to slowly get out of bed.

"I'm so excited, I haven't been snowboarding once yet this winter, I barely even slept," Praveena cheered.

Kitty hummed. "Me either."

"You snowboard?" you asked to which she replied with a glare.

Stella joined in, a book in hands. "I'm staying here. I'd much rather read a book than risk breaking my neck."

"Is the Wi-Fi down?" Yuri said before showing you her phone.

You pulled out your own to see you had no better connection.

"I have no bars," Juliana sighed.

"I've got bad news."

Min Ho. Again. You turned your body the opposite way from him, trying everything to not catch a glimpse of him.

"I just popped my head outside," he continued. "There was a blizzard last night."

You grew slightly curious at his statement, so you allowed yourself to sneak a peek. And needless to say that you were not disappointed. Bursting into laughter, you covered your mouth with your hand to try and tone it down.

"Park," he rolled his eyes but all you could see was his head covered in snow.

"That's cute," you complimented.

"Stop, it's serious! Must've knocked down the service and the Wi-Fi."

Stella smiled apologetically. "Bummer. But that means great skiing, right?"

"Unfortunately, no. We're not going anywhere. It takes a day to clear the roads."

Your moment of fun was cut short from what you were hearing. Stuck? For a day?

"So, there's no way out?" Praveena asked.

Kitty scoffed. "We're trapped?"

In no time, the group assembled in the kitchen to look out the windows. Indeed, there was snow everywhere. So much that there was little of the windows that were not covered by snow. No way out.

In shiver, Madison spoke up. "Min Ho, can't you make it any warmer in here?"

He huffed. "Next Seollal, book a flight to Cebu."

"Breakfast then?" Mihee suggested.

"Oh, I'm so hungry!" Eunice nodded in agreement.

While Dae took it upon himself to try and find a way to warm up the place, you gave yourself the task to make some warm tea for everybody. So far, this seemed to be the only thing that worked in keeping yourselves warm. When you made the last cup of tea — yours — you joined Mihee and Eunice on the couch.

"He's a bit dumb, it's cute."

You looked at Eunice. "Who? Dae?"

Her eyes lit up. "Should I go help him?"

She didn't wait for an answer to get up and crouch down next to the man. You let out a laugh that was quickly shared with Mihee.

"She hasn't stopped talking about him since they began working together for the singing contest," she informed you.

"I think they're a cute match."

"Agreed. Now, tell me about you."

You cocked your head to the side, confused. "You know me, Mihee."

"I meant, what's the deal with Min Ho? You guys are always together, maybe even more than when he is with his actual girlfriend."

"Can I join you?"

You almost jumped at Stella appearing next to you. She didn't need an response to sit and take your arm as if you were close friends. You suddenly felt sweat all over your body. Uneasy, you scooted a bit further from her. Madison was next to sit with you, and Eunice came back eventually. Squeezed? Yeah you were being mushed between the two.

"I should wake up Q," Min Ho thought out-loud.

"No!" Kitty and you yelled.

"He went to bed very late," Kitty messily lied.

You nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I heard the toilet flush like a thousand times."

He was obviously not convinced by your explanation but didn't push it.

Mihee, on her part, was freezing. "Guys, what are we supposed to do stuck here all day with no Wi-Fi?"

"I have no idea, but I cannot feel my toes," Kitty reiterate. "Min Ho, are you sure there's not one part of this house that is not freezing?"

And just like that, it was like he had an illumination. "Oh my gosh, how did I forget? The hot tub?"

Everyone were in awe at the idea, cheering lightly at this small victory. Kitty, on the other hand, made herself disappear easily as she ran to the 'bathroom'. Gay panic, clearly.

You plugged your phone to your speaker and scrolled through the many playlists you have. You used to host pool parties almost every week when you were still living with your parents. One thing your mom transmitted to you was her love and taste in music. Unlike many, you both had a gift to pick the right songs for any context.

"Hurry, Park," Min Ho whined.

You glared at him. "Get in the hot tub already."

"Music makes the experience ten times better."

"Or," Q said. "You just want an entrance song for when you take your robe off."

"Sounds more like it," Kitty affirmed.

Min Ho scoffed. "And you call yourselves my friends."

You did finally pick a playlist and, in all his glory, Min Ho got in the hot tub. It took all of your energy to focus on Dae talking to you instead of looking at Min Ho's abs. This was the last thing you needed to see, especially right now.

"You're not listening, aren't you?"

You fake-smiled to Dae. "You were saying?"

He chuckled. "Simply that I think this is better than ski."

You couldn't be any more grateful that he didn't bring up the obvious. Another thing you appreciated a lot of him.

"In a way, but hot tub after skiing is a whole other experience."

Your eyes wandered around and you could see everybody was satisfied and relaxed. Well, except Yuri, Juliana and Stella...

"Where's Stella?"

You wanted to thank Q for speaking your mind. It avoided you looking like you had any interest in her.

"She's inside with a book," Min Ho hummed, eyes closed as his body shined from the water.

No, not looking.

Thankfully, Eunice convinced Dae to give him a massage and the man was groaning non-stop. You laughed at his pain while his eyes were screaming for help. They were one hell of a duo, that was for sure.

"While she's not here, want to tell me about you and your boy?"

You turned to Mihee and shook your head. "He's right there," you muttered.

"Don't speak so loud, then."

You shrugged and tried to find the best way to explain the situation without giving out the previous night's event. "It's been weird, I don't know. We're struggling to get back to being friends, I guess."

"It's usually not a struggle."

"Sure," you replied, unconvinced.

"Kitty and Dae are good friends now."

"It's different, they are an exception."

She gave you a knowing look. "Girl."

"I swear."

"All right. Switch places with me and we'll see."

You glanced at Min Ho only to shake your head violently no. "Are you crazy?"

With that being said, she forced you to get close to Min Ho while she sat next to Dae. Faking a conversation started, she made it look as if the action wasn't intentional. Damn you, Mihee.

"I'm glad you're here."

You didn't want to look at him, nope. "And I'm glad I get to be at the Moon cabin."

He let out a laugh. "Did you want to talk or..?"

Seeing he referred to the change of spot, you were quick to deny. "Mihee wanted to speak to Dae, that's all."

He leaned closer to you. "Are you sure?"

You grunted, growing frustrated. "Stop that, will you?"

"Stop what?"

"Act like you don't have a girlfriend."

He hummed. "I act like I have a girlfriend."

"So stay loyal."

He shrugged his shoulder before scooting closer to you. "You're right, I'm loyal."

You felt his body coming closer and closer to yours. Your heartbeat couldn't keep up with the millions of thoughts running through your head. The words were almost struggling to come out of your mouth.

"To Stella."

And he pulled himself back. And your body relaxed.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Y/N, I know I told you I was going to break up with her, but she is very sweet. I kind of wanna see how it goes with her. I think we should forget about... yeah."

That was not what you wanted to hear. "I'm heading back inside, guys," you announced, already getting out the hot tub.

Kitty frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just don't want to be in the water too long. I'm doing this skin care routine and staying in water for too long can break the whole process."

"Your skin does glow," Madison pointed out. "Could you show me what products you use when we get back?"

"Sure," you forced a smile before wrapping yourself in a blanket and walking back inside.

It was still cold, but the heat from the jacuzzi did help you warm up a lot. You wanted to get changed quickly still, though. Wet body and cool air is never a good mix. Walking towards the primary suite, you were caught off guard when you spotted Stella, opening the office's door. Curious, you tried to make as little noise as possible and followed behind. Who knows? This could be your chance to see why she had been acting suspicious. As she headed to a drawer, she let out what is probably the loudest scream you've heard in your life.

Within a minute, everyone who was in the hot tub was now standing behind you, looking at the scene. Stella, a hand on her heart, staring in shock at Jin. Oh, right. Jin was there.

"Stella!" Min Ho yelled out as he rushed to her. "Are you all right?"

"I was looking for blankets. I found him in the armoir."

Dae made his way through the crowd. "What are you doing here?"

You didn't need a genius to figure out why he was here. Seconds later, all eyes were on Q. The poor guy smiled shyly.

"Would you believe that he's stalking me?"

"Are you two..?" Madison started but she didn't need to finish.

You changed into proper clothes and went to the kitchen to join the lot. At the table, Min Ho and Dae were just fixated on Jin. Meanwhile, the girls were on the couch, chattering about everything and nothing. Only Eunice and Mihee were missing. It took her a while, but Madison ended up talking you into braiding your hair. If you reached that point, you reached a new level of boredom.

Eunice made an entrance as she came in the kitchen with her hands full of snacks. She dropped them on the table, not forgetting to say a few words to Dae, before sitting on the couch with you. It wasn't long before Mihee appeared in her turn.

And she had something with her.

"Oh my God. Guess what I found in our room. I think it's a love letter."

This caught your attention. "A what?"

"Oh, let me see," Eunice said enthusiastically before reading some of it out-loud. "When we first met, I thought we were opposites. But then I thought, what if the universe made us partners in crime for a reason?"

"Wow, that's..." you breathed out, not realizing it was that deep of a letter.

"Oh my God, wait," Eunice gasped as if the truth hit her. "Partners? Opposites? I think Dae wrote this for me! I didn't know that he felt this way!" she squealed to which Mihee joined in.

As for you, you buried your head in your hands, earning some nagging from Madison to stop moving as she finished your hair. Kitty finally came back after a while and she complimented your hair. Your talk was not long as she sat with Praveena.

The letter began to get passed around after Eunice realized it wasn't directed to her. Madison thought Min Ho wrote it to her for some reason — let's not judge her. Then, Yuri read it, and her face got pale. In a rush, she took Kitty's wrist and brought her outside the room. Then Madison guessed Yuri wrote it to her... Then Praveena read it. Out-loud.

Q's eyes found yours and he signaled for you to come join him. Once next to him, you both said nothing. All you could do is bite your bottom lip nervously as Praveena kept reading more and more of it.

"You helped me discover a whole new side of myself. I thought I knew everything about love. After all-"

A sigh of relief left your mouth when Kitty came into sight, but Juliana didn't let her take the letter.

"Woah, no! You wait for your turn like everybody else," she chuckled, but Kitty's face was pure panic. Juliana continued reading. "I thought I knew everything about love. After all, I am a matchmaker."

Juliana's body froze. Kitty rapidly took her letter back. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. No one knew what to say, and even less Kitty.

"Oh my God," Juliana finally spoke. "This is about Yuri." Kitty didn't dare to look at her. "Why did you bring this here?"

"I didn't, I swear."

She looked between the two girls in front of her. "You both were acting really weird last night." Silence. "Something happened?" Silence again... "Yuri." ... "Tell me I'm wrong."

Nothing.

Both girls looked down, ashamed. That was all Juliana needed to know she didn't want to be here anymore. Walking into Yuri's shoulder, she went past them and to the rooms.

"Wait, babe!" Yuri ran after her.

"Should we check on them?" you wondered for the nth time.

Q sighed. "It's something between them."

"Should I go in there?"

Jin gave you a look. "All we can do is stay here and wait until they're done talking."

You threw your head back. Min Ho really did call it when he warned Kitty to not make this trip a nightmare. You couldn't imagine how she felt when you weren't even involved and felt so uncomfortable.

Silence took over the room once more. This time, it was because the tension between Min Ho and Dae with Jin was back. They decided to play a board game while you stayed with the couple, watching them play. Time was passing and you were hoping to be doing anything other than this. It was so boring.

"Min Ho, Dae, let's finish this once and for all."

Both boys stood up and came face to face with Jin. Madison seemed too excited about this to your liking.

"Are you gonna fight them?" she asked in a hopeful tone.

"No," he scoffed, earning a disappointed groan from her. "I'm going to apologize. I'm sorry I bullied you two, okay?"

Both spoke. "No."

"A begrudging apology is not enough," Min Ho explained.

Jin sighed. "Fine. You know what? Bully me. Then we'll be even."

"Jin, come on," Q tried to talk him out of it.

"It just got interesting again," Madison commented and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm serious, okay? Bully me, I can take it. Come on."

You weren't having it. This was childish to you and all you had in mind was how worried you were about your friends, and fed up. Fed up with Min Ho and Stella haunting your thoughts. Maybe she was right, you were out of line. The more you saw him, the more you craved him. But his mind was set. And could you blame him? No. He gave Stella a chance just like he gave you one. You just fucked it up. And seeing the whole Yuri-Juliana-Kitty triangle, you saw how you weren't any better. And to make things even worse, you still had your letter in mind. Where the hell did it go? If your lost yours, how did Kitty's get here?

You were on autopilot mode as you let yourself mindlessly get changed and head outside where the hot tub sounded like a reward from your worries. The warmth hit your skin just right as you dipped in one foot after the other. Slowly, you let your body slide down into a seated position. Turning on some music, you closed your eyes and sighed in contentment. Well, the closest thing to contentment at the moment; relief. Relief that the weekend was coming to an end.

"I thought the water was bad for your skin," you heard Min Ho arrive.

Eyes still closed, you shrugged. "Aren't you in there to bully Jin?"

He ignored your question. "The roads are open, meaning lockdown is over."

"Great," you said with no emotion.

"Park, please. Come out so we can talk."

"I just got here."

He let out a long exhale. "Well, if you're not coming out, I'm coming in."

That made you open your eyes. "As if you would ruin your designer jacket."

"You know it's not my favourite."

"Go back with Stella, Min Ho," you demanded, now turning your back on him.

While your demand was very clear, so was the sound of the water moving when he came in, slowly making himself comfortable next to you. Gently, he took your shoulders to bring you into his arms. Tears began to stream down your face as you finally allowed yourself to rest your head on him.

"Why are you like this..." you said in a whisper.

"Like what?"

You shut your eyes close again. "Giving me a headache."

He chuckled. "Habit?"

You shook your head. "Did the girls break up?" He nodded. And the tears multiplied. "I'm a terrible person."

"No, you're not."

"You're telling me you want what is happening to them to be what happens to you with Stella?"

"That's something I'll deal with. She knows we... that our relationship is complicated."

You pushed him away. "You're doing it again."

He sighed. "It's impossible to keep emotions like that hidden."

"Min Ho," you said in a warning tone.

"But we both know how it'll end."

You shut your eyes close. "I know," you breathed out. "Stella is a nice girl. You'll be happy."

"I- Yeah, we'll see."

A figure appeared in your panoramic view and it didn't take long for you to figure out it was none other than the girl herself.

"What are you doing out here?"

You exchanged looks and Min Ho stood up. "Just talking as friends." She walked away, only confirming you were the awful person now. "Stel!" he called her out.

"Kitty? You okay?" Q asked as him and Jin stood in the doorframe.

The girl shook her head. "Not really. Neither is she..."

Q took in the sight in front of him before bring you into his embrace. "It's okay, we're here," he comforted you.

"I guess I'm a chaos queen too," you commented, making the three others laugh lightly. "How are you two?"

"We're good," he said, pulling away. "Min Ho, Dae and Jin all made up. So Stella finding Jin in Moon's office was a good thing."

Jin agreed with a chuckled, but then paused. "It was weird. When I heard her coming, I hid in the armoire. She said she was looking for blankets., she was definitely opening up his desk drawers before she found me."

You nodded. "Yeah, I saw her too."

"Oh, that's... weird."

You waved the boys goodbye before going back to your room to pack your things. In silence you did your own thing, but there was an unsaid agreement; Stella was odd. You shared a look and Kitty's eyes went to Stella's suitcase.

"Kitty," you warned her.

"If she can snoop, so can we."

While you were most definitely against the idea, your curiosity about this girl was bigger. You stood in front of Kitty to both hide her and be on the lookout in case someone walked it. She carefully opened the suitcase, searching through Stella's thing.

"Forget Moon's office. Why the hell did Stella take my letter?"

Min Ho didn't know what he wanted anymore. He thought he knew. Stella was the choice, no? Church girl, pretty face, kind soul... But you? There was an invisible string that always led him back to you, no matter how many times he tried to cut it. Still, too much pain happened and it couldn't be saved. You two were over. He knew this when he finally stopped thinking about you during a date with Stella. But after this weekend? He wasn't so sure anymore.

Stella was out there, waiting for him to explain why she found him in the hot tub alone with his ex-girlfriend. There was no reasonable explanation to that, because he couldn't explain it to himself. Upon realizing you were no longer in the room after the Jin moment, his focus was on finding you and making sure you were safe. Nothing else.

"Stella?" he said as he approached her in the kitchen.

On the table was a briefcase. Confused, he walked up to her slowly.

"Before you say anything, there's something you need to see."

"All right," he said, sitting down as doubt was all over his face. He opened it, and his heart tightened. "These are..."

"Report cards, birthday cards you wrote your dad, drawings..." she listed as he took each piece of paper one by one. "I found them in his office when I ran into Jin."

"My dad kept all of these?"

"He loves you, even if he's bad at showing it. And you deserve to know that."

That was something he loved about her. She wanted him to fix his relationship with his dad as much as he wanted to. That's something you never did. You kind of ignored he had a father at some point.

"It's time to explain you and Y/N."

He cleared his throat, not too sure where to start. "I did love Y/N, a lot. And so did she. Last semester, we went to L.A. together. It didn't work out. I blamed her for my mom leaving L.A. again. And... I kissed a girl, as some sort of revenge?" He paused. "And she left. It's all over now. I've learned better and I'm with you. I just want to be there as her friend to redeem myself from what happened. But we hurt each other in different ways that I don't think we will ever be together again."

She smiled sadly, and took his hand. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

The moment was cut short. Dae and you walked in the room and you never wanted to bury yourself underground any more than now.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" Dae spoke up.

Min Ho stood up, walked up to his friend. "Dae, I can explain."

"What's going on?" Kitty, walking in behind you, asked.

"You cheated on Y/N? You're supposed to be my best friend when you treat our friend — your girlfriend at the time — like that?"

Min Ho slowly took a few steps closer. "I am your best friend, Dae. Listen to me-"

"Shut up," he pushed him away. "You lied, saying you argued over whatever bullshit you made up? No, I don't want to talk to you. Ever again. We're done."

His head low, he walked out the room. Min Ho and you didn't dare to look at each other, and Kitty already ran after Dae. You were sick to the stomach.

"I told you to keep it to yourself. We agreed to spare it from our friends for both our safety. And you broke that promise?"

He stepped closer to you, this time, but you back away. "Y/N, listen."

"You know, since the beginning of the semester, I keep telling myself that I am so grateful to have Dae as a friend. Every day, he does something to support me. And today, I cannot be any more grateful he's standing up for me. Because you clearly are not."

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