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inkthsheart · 1 year ago

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Thinking of a soft and slow, but heated make out session with Toji, where he's got you beneath him, brushing his lips against yours with the intention of not stopping until both his lips and yours feel raw.

One of his hands is on your waist, squeezing tenderly, while the other is in your panties, thick fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. You're humming little whimpers into your kisses, pushing at his chest every once in a while and breaking the ongoing kiss.

"What, ma?" Toji asks, his voice deepened with restrained lust. His eyes are so dark, you can barely see the green that naturally brightens them. "Why're you pushing me away, hm?" He asks, kissing the corner of your lips.

"Please... slow down," you say, breathily. "I don't want this to end so soon."

"Baby, that was slow," he says, with an amused grin on his face. "Was being gentle and barely moved my fingers."

You sigh, embarrassment coursing through you and showing itself in your face through a bright shade of red that smothers your cheeks.

"Come on," he says, softly, leaning in again to continue where things were left off. Toji's lips lock with yours, the gentle synchronization egging on the pleasure he draws from you. He wasn't lying when he said he was barely moving his fingers. He just knows you've always been a sensitive little thing for him, and because of that, he loves testing your sensitivity in moments like these. Moments where even just the kissing part would have you squirming, and his weight on your body makes you need him so bad that you feel filthy for letting your thoughts of the situation evolve into something sinful.

"Kiss me back, princess," he murmurs, noticing the way you're heavily slowing down, not fully reciprocating his kisses like before.

"W-Wait-" you gasp, slapping a hand on Toji's wrist. "I'm gonna-"

"Then cum, sweetheart. We can do it again and again if that's what you're stressing over."

"Mm-mm." You shake your head to emphasize your response. "The first one is always the strongest. Please, Toji. Pretty please, not yet," you beg.

Toji has a look of strange disbelief painted on his features. How could you not want this? It's been going on for the better part of half an hour, now. The edging must be driving you crazy.

You pull his hand out of your underwear and the other one off your waist, bringing them both up to your lips. "Please, baby..." you murmur into his palms, kissing them both repeatedly. "...not yet. Just a little longer." You change the position of your hands and hold his hands tight, bringing his knuckles up to your lips this time.

Toji clicks his tongue, making it clear that he's the one who's being impatient. He just wants to see and hear the side effects of your pleasure. You're teasing him with those little whimpers and gasps between kisses. The reason it's so hard to bear is because he's so used to you giving him what he wants, when he wants it. This is one of the rare times where you're trying to stand your ground against him. You always hope you have enough willpower to keep up your defense because Toji knows every way to sneak through it or tear it down. Your love for him is a severe disadvantage, and because of it, all it takes is a few words and it's as if your defense was made of flimsy paper.

"Alright, alright, little masochist. I'll slow down even more, for you."

You giggle at the nickname, welcoming Toji's weight on you again. He makes a brief detour and directs himself towards your ear to whisper some much needed information.

"I'm not going any slower than this, you understand?" He mutters, into your ear.

"But-"

"Princess," he says, cutting you off. "It's yes or no. Do you understand or not?" he asks, stomping all over your wants because for once his needs outshine them. You nod, silently, in response. "Good." He pecks your cheek, leaning back to look at you. You look... not all there, or at least not like you did just seconds ago. It's not what he wanted. He sighs, knowing what it's gonna have to come down to as he cups your cheeks in his warm hands. He knows there has to be a different approach. One that doesn't involve him making you feel like you were in the wrong for wanting him in a specific way.

"Wanna cum? For me, mama?"

There he went, tearing down your defenses like they're party streamers. For me. Those two simple words were all he needed. He knew exactly how to catch you in his trap. Redirection was key. If he made it seem like a favor to him, you would do it with zero hesitation. It's one of the many pros that came with you and your constant need for his praise... He just knew you too well. Well enough to know that it worked the second the twinkle in your eyes returned.

"I'll take it slow, just like you wanted," he promises. "but, you can't push me away. Even if I bring you to the edge with that same pace you begged for." He knows he'll bring you to orgasm even with the limited movement you allow him.

There was a beam of tranquility in your eyes, a twitch in the corners of your lips, where the key to unlock the two words you strived to hear as many times as you could in a day, rested. It was only a matter of seconds before you would give in. You were right there, centimeters away from his clutches.

"Mama..." he says, pushing for you to answer him while leaning towards your lips again. "Let me make you cum," he says against the corner of your lips, a devilish smirk on his face.

"Fuck- Fine, okay," you say, waving your imaginary white flag.

"Mhm... that's my good girl."

And there they were, those two words you forever longed to hear from Toji. If he wanted you to be on the edge again, he did a great job of getting you there without having to do much.

Toji centered his lips on yours again, starting out with that same slow rhythm, as to not rile you up so quickly. He incorporated his touch a couple minutes later, his hands returning to the previous positions they held on your body—one on your bare waist, the other slipped into your underwear. You jolted at the reintroduced stimulation his fingers offered your clit, a sharp gasp breaking the passionate kissing.

"Shh... It's okay, doll," he murmured, quickly directing your attention back to his lips. He was feeding off your breathy moans and whimpers. If he hadn't pressed you so hard before with the promise of pacing himself with you, he would have gone back on his word and quickly made you cum so that he could work you up to the next orgasm, already.

Truly, you were heaven in his ears, on his lips, and in his hands. Despite not looking at you, he knew the sight to be insane, as well.

Your hands went to the sheets, the material balling up messily in your fists as Toji brought you closer to your peak. You did your best to keep up with his lips, but nothing was as clear as the strokes being drawn between your legs.

By the four minute mark, you were a panting mess, shamelessly chasing more friction from his whole hand. That's where the hand he had resting on your waist came into play. It lowered down to your hip, immobilizing you enough to stop you from taking more than what he was offering until he gave you permission.

"Be good," he mutters, cutting through the soft sounds of your whimpers. He knew you were close. So, so close. Your moans were getting higher in pitch and you were trembling beneath him. He just kept rubbing his fingertips against your clit, over and over, bringing a lingering—echoing sensation throughout your entire cunt. You completely fell apart after a few more strokes, each more pressurized than the other until you snapped. You lost the ability to kiss Toji back when he used the entirety of his hand on you, cupping your cunt to draw out as much of your pleasure as he could. Your head was thrown back into the pillow, waterfalls of lewd moans and cries filling the room. "There you go, mama," he coos, allowing you some freedom to roll your hips against his hand. He presses quick kisses into your jaw and the column of your neck as your face is aimed towards the ceiling.

You surpassed the zenith of your pleasure and in time treaded towards more than you could handle. You nonverbally begged Toji to stop, wrapping your much smaller hands around his forearm. A couple whimpers and squeaks of overstimulation were required for him to slow down to a halt, even after your quivering thighs trapped his hand between them.

Your eyes fell shut and you sighed, contentedly. Toji observed your state of bliss, a shade of pink dusting lightly over his cheeks. You looked so pretty, lying there on the pillow for him. He can see you clearly, despite the curtains being shut to keep your little world safe inside. This allows nothing and no one to peek in, not even the moon and its guiding light. You're more brilliant than the moon, anyway. Much prettier, as well. It doesn't take a genius to establish this, especially when you look at Toji with all the stars in your eyes.

"Let's go again."

#toji #this was so hot #i’m blushing #damn

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inkthsheart · 1 year ago

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wishes and kisses⼂m.yg

summary: sneaking into his studio with burnt homemade cupcakes to celebrate his birthday.

pairings: producer!yoongi x fem!reader

genre/warnings: established relationship, lover boy yoongi xx, light suggestive themes, fluff

wc: 825

a/n: i’m back to celebrate the man who was send as an apology to all women!! happy birthday, please send signs you’re alive xxxx, everyone.

You hastily left 15 minutes before the clock struck 12.

You didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen. You didn’t bother putting the milk back in the fridge. You didn’t bother catching a coat in your haste. You didn’t even bother locking the door behind you.

You silently hoped against the odds that he wouldn't miraculously decide to come home early this evening as you hurried through the vibrant streets of Seoul. Clutching a beautifully wrapped bag containing cupcakes that you weren't particularly proud of, you were driven by the closure of patisseries and bakeries. The urgency to surprise him tonight made waiting until morning seem too delayed.

Baking was among your cherished pastimes, so when the cupcakes emerged burnt, you nearly spiraled into a meltdown. The haste during a post-work shower led to this mishap, revealing that multitasking wasn’t your forte.

Stumbling through HYBE’s building, you were greeted by the familiar face of a guard whose shift ended at midnight. Relief flooded over you as your eyes met, signaling that you still had time.

Huffing and puffing from all the running, you allowed yourself leisurely steps toward the studio. Along the quiet hallway, you casually checked a wall clock. 3 minutes to 12.

Ruffling your bangs into place, you wiped away the beads of sweat trickling down your temples. Sucking in the inside of your cheeks, you opened the door to unveil the obsidian shade of your boyfriend's mullet, complemented by matching black headphones.

You bite back a smile as he remained unaware of your presence. Leaning back against the door, it softly clicked shut.

You observed him reclining in his studio chair, enveloped by its plush leather cushions. As he adjusted the headpiece around his neck, you took it as your cue to speak.

"Happy birthday," He flinched, and you grinned. His head snapped back so swiftly that the chair squeaked, spinning him around with the force of his movement.

"Baby," the pet name slipped past his lips in a sigh of relief, and you could physically see his muscles relax. All the days tension seemed to melt away from his features, flowing out the window like a gentle breeze.

"That’s tomorrow," his head tipped back as you stand above him, inviting the chaste kiss you bestow upon his lips.

"Is it?" you teased as he pulled you onto his lap, the small white bag finding its place on yours. He confirmed your words with a glance at the clock, earning you his lazy, gummy smile.

"Oh," he breathed cheekily. Bowing his head, his forehead nestled on the curve of your shoulder, his arm gracefully snaking around your waist.

It took him a heartbeat for his gaze to zero in on the bag resting on your lap, and his free hand sought out your fingers entwined around the silk straps. "What d’you get me?" he rasped in a soft murmur, a gentle reminder of the surprise that had turned your kitchen upside down.

You leaned your cheek on his head, glancing down as you skillfully undid the bow, revealing two cupcakes—one adorned with white frosting, the other with a pastel shade of blue.

"You baked these?" he grinned, lifting his head to catch a glimpse of your profile. He noticed the way your teeth gently sank into your bottom lip as you smiled sheepishly, so subtle that one might miss it, but not him.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

"M’yeah," you giggled softly as his lips brushed the back of your ear, his hand trailing up your thigh, squeezing gently as it settled. Each kiss he bestowed was accompanied by the warmth of his breath, laughter dancing against your skin.

"Feed me some?" he murmured against your skin, his lips delicately gliding over your cheek. All you could sense was his suppressed smile as he neared the corner of your mouth, prompting you to tilt your head to the side, evading him.

"No," you teased.

"What..." he sulked, his hands squeezing your waist and thigh simultaneously, pressing you closer against his chest. He watched as your lips twitched in a grin mirroring his own, slowly forming as his forehead came to rest against your temple.

"Burnt them," you said, scrunching up your nose, and he had to bite his bottom lip to restrain from biting yours.

“No way.” he mocked.

“Way.” you whine.

"Okay," he laughed breathily, reaching into the box to scoop a finger off the blue frosting. "Let's taste test." You observed as the finger neared your mouth, only for him to smear it on your lips, earning an unamused groan from you.

"Why." you cried out in mock exasperation, your words muffled and drawn out into a whine as his fingers squished your cheeks, molding a pout he pulled into a messy kiss. Amid laughter, groans, and squirming against his mouth, he hummed, "Delish," smirking once he pulled away, rolling his lips into a laugh when you smacked his hand away.

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inkthsheart · 2 years ago

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a taste of something new — a soobin smau (+ written chapters)

summary: soobin doesn't like the fact that he's being peer pressured into finding a girlfriend just because of a stupid bet his friends decided to come up with, but what if someone else in a similar situation finds him and they decide to help each other?

or the one where y/n really wants a playstation 5 and soobin wants his friends to leave him the fuck alone, so they decide to pretend they're together for a while just to get what they so desperately need.

a/n: this is my second smau so i'm excited!! it's gonna be lighter and probably shorter & faster paced than ghosting, but i hope it's still enjoyable. i just really wanted to write something cliché and only god can judge me

rating: 16+

release date: march 5th, 2022

ending date: november 24th, 2022

status: finished

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader, mentions of giselle (aespa) x jisung (skz) [don't ask me i just put the first two people that came to my mind together], maybe some other pairings on the side who tf knows i have zero control over my characters [edit: i was right. we got beomgyu x yeji. don't ask me. i don't know.]

content: smau with written chapters, fluff, crack but not really bc i'm not that funny some angst tbh, fake dating, strangers to friends (to idiots) to lovers, pining!!! mutual pining!!!, college!au, barista!soobin (& barista!beomgyu too) but i don't think that's too relevant for the story tbh, opposites attract?? ig

warnings: lots of swearing bc i can't hold back, some suggestive parts and some mentions of sex but nothing actually explicit bc i don't write smut so don't worry, written chapters are kinda long, this whole thing is cliché as fuck, sunoo's age has been adjusted by one year to fit with the rest, they're dumb and i love them

more info + chapters under the cut!

featuring: the rest of txt, sunoo (enhypen), yeji (itzy), giselle (aespa), huh jiwon (cherry bullet) shows up a few times, kim doyeon (weki meki) shows up once just to be annoying :/, han jisung (skz) is mentioned and might show up every now and then, others will probably be mentioned as well

MORE CONTENT: playlist | ask game | atosn thoughts (comments, songs and things about/that remind me of atosn)

PROFILES: powerpuff girls + prof. sunium, hybe boyz

00. TEASER

01. what the fuck sunoo

02. ps5 (written, 1.1k)

03. is this minho

04. take the damn money

05. i want the deets

06. not that bad — part one (sns), part two (written, 1.4k + sns)

07. pet my hedgehog

08. free chocolate

09. cotton candy (written, 1.7k)

10. favorite bunny

11. stubborn ass

12. five words (written, 2.8k + sns)

13. i'm serious

14. screenshot time!

15. lowkey cute

16. hiss hiss (written, 2.8k)

17. sleeping beauty

18. besties

19. boop (written, 2.9k + sns)

20. gross

21. most lovable thing

22. cute barista boyfriend

23. just tired (written, 2.8k)

24. the joker

25. double date

26. do you get deja vu?

27. good luck with that (written, 2.8k)

28. a little complicated (written, 2.6k)

29. sulk in peace

30. wimp

31. practicing (written, 3.5k)

32. exhausting

33. conflicted (written, 2.8k)

34. do the thing

35. long night (sns + written, 2.9k)

36. i promised you (written, 2.8k)

37. new song

37.5. a simp

38. nightmares (written, 3k)

39. weird...

40. ungrateful fuck

41. the hwang yeji effect — part one, part two

42. two weeks — part one (sns + writen, 3.3k), part two (sns)

43. something stupid

44. you're my friend (written, 5.4k)

45. help — part one (sns), part two (sns + written, 899)

46. feeling bad

47. i said i like you (sns + written, 2.7k)

48. brilliant

49. you gotta earn it

50. say you love me (written, 9k)

50.5. y'all are fake

epilogue. my boyfriend

BONUS CHAPTERS:

workplace (1.4k)

ATTENTION: i won't be posting fanfics on this blog anymore. my new writing blog is @blugyu.

#okay best smau goes to you #literally can’t top this #it’s soooooooo good bro #txt #soobin

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inkthsheart · 2 years ago

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OBVIOUS bada lee x reader

warnings: yn is a member of twice, everybody is out here embarrassing yn, fluff

yn leaned into her seat as she watched the dancers, she was so focused that she didn’t even realize monika lean over to her.

“yn.” she whispers, the twice member hums in response her attention still ahead of her, “she was staring at you hard.”

that’s what gets yn’s attention, she snaps her head towards her fellow judge, “who?” she whispers back.

“you know who.” the girl whispers back as yn looks at her confused, she really didn’t know who monika was talking about. “you’ve been keeping your eyes on her the whole time as well.”

yn tenses finally realizing who monika was talking about, she turned her gaze back in front of her, “I’ve been keeping my eyes on everyone.” she replies, shrugging nonchalantly.

“oh, right..” monika trails off nonchalantly, “so you haven’t been taking quick glances at that tall one over there, what’s her name again?” she asks sarcastically.

“bada.” yn replies quickly before cursing at herself as monika’s smile grows big.

monika raises her brow teasingly as yn shakes her head, “shut up, leave me alone.”

“does the great yn have a crush?” monika whispers, laughing to herself as yn shakes her head, “or is it the other way around, cause she’s been staring a lot.”

it was true, of course yn didn’t notice much because she was focused on the other girls, well at least tried to, but monika noticed, she noticed how the dancer stared at yn when she was introduced as a judge and how she always took glances at yn when she wasn’t looking.

yn glared at her before letting out a deep sigh, “you’re talking out of your ass.” she said adjusting herself in her seat, “how about instead of being the person that causes me stress, focus on the dancers, and think about what you’re gonna say.”

“oh I definitely know why you wanna focus on the dancers.” monika teases as she looked ahead of her to see the main topic of the conversation come to the middle. “look at her all tall for you.”

yn looked down in her lap, trying her best not to burn into flames, she’s really regretting taking up momo’s suggestion for this,“how about you shut up and watch kirsten and bada dance for us, please and thank you.” yn says softly, she loves monika but gosh does she love to tease yn.

“one of them is definitely dancing for you.” she teases again for shutting up and putting her attention towards the two girls in front of them.

yn felt monika side eyeing her the whole time as they watched the girls dance but she kept a poker face, there was no way she was letting a tall attractive girl get in her way of her being the “intimidating judge.” that she wanted to be.

even though her face and demeanour didn’t fit the part, yn was always pretty serious when it came to dance, she never even held back when it came to correcting her members, she was always stern and straightforward and yn was proud to say a dancer has never made her flustered or tripped up.

well…

not until now.

when the two girls finished dancing, everyone clapped and cheered for them, the judges stood up, monika making sure to grab yn’s arm pulling her to stand up with her as they clapped, as she cheered she leaned over to yn muttering a “your face is red.”

yn forced a smile as she clapped but her eyes told it all when she side eyed monika as they proceeded to sit back down.

yn zooned out for a little, her gaze set on the dancer in the racer jacket, but was snapped out of her daze, when she hears bada’s name being called and cheers filling her ears.

she nodded and smiled as her fellow judges talked and praised bade completely forgetting that she’s gonna have to talk soon.

as soon monika finished what she said she turned her attention to yn with a neutral look but yn could see the mischief in her eyes, monika nodded towards yn as a way of saying your turn making everyone else turn and look at the twice member.

yn looked ahead of herself making direct eye contact with the dancer before clearing her throat and looking back down at her lap and picking up her microphone, “hold on wait one sec.” she says making everyone laughs at her flustered state.

“you look a little red yn.” mike says pointing to yn’s face making everyone laugh even more, including the person who caused this whole thing.

yn shakes her head in embarrassment before bringing the mic to her lips, “bada..” she starts, “you stood out to me very fast.”

“I was like oh my gosh who’s this girl.” yn continues, finally having the confidence to keep her eye contact with the girl, “but now I definitely know who this girl is wow.” yn says brightly gesturing up and down with her hands at the dancer as bada bows at her.

“you’re already killing the game and showing people how much of a good dancer you are and I can’t wait to see more of you.” yn finishes smiling at bada who thanks her as everyone claps.

“wow! I’ve never seen you praise someone so much yn.” monika says shaking one of yn’s shoulders, it was both true and wrong, yn will praise anyone for doing the bare minimum when it comes to rapping and singing but with dance it takes the person a lot for her to be so praiseful.

“do you have a favourite already?” she jokes, laughing when yn rests her head on her mic as everyone once again laughs at her, she shakes her head when she feels mike pat her shoulder as a sense of comfort as he joins in on the laughs.

this is gonna be a long season.

yn walks through the hall her face deep in her phone as she texts nayeon ranting about how all her fellow judges embarrassed her today.

yn was to into her phone to realize the tall figure walking in front of her, but she’s hit with the harsh reality when she slams right into the dancers back.

yn tenses as she looks up from her phone, turning it off quickly before putting it away, “I’m so sorry”

the girl looked down at her brushing her apology off, “nah it’s okay.”

yn feels multiple buzzes from her phone and takes it out, “well, I’ll see you around.” she says quickly before walking past bada.

“whoa wait.” the taller girl said as she pulled yn back, “you seemed pretty flustered earlier.” she says to yn pulling the girl closer to her.

“I wouldn’t say flustered…” yn trails off looking into the side.

“umm” bada hums in faux understanding tone, “I’m a pretty big fan of twice you know?”

“oh, thank you.” yn says awkwardly.

“and I think it would be cool to hang out with my bias sometime.”

yn nods before shrugging her shoulders, “I don’t think I’m aloud to hang out with contestants, you never know what they’re really hanging out with you for.”

“nobody has to know.” bada says as she leans against the wall.

“sorry, I’m not the type to get in trouble.” yn says before turning around and proceeding to walk away.

she feels a presence walking behind and an arm thrown around her shoulder, “you know, I don’t appreciate my girlfriend rejecting me and acting like she doesn’t know me.” bada says teasingly as she looks down at yn and pulls her into her side.

yn laughs feeling her face heat up as she leans into the taller girls side, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“you’re not my girlfriend anymore? is this how you break up with me?” bada jokes as she takes arm from around yn and pretends to walk away.

yn laughs as she grabs the taller girls arm and pulls her back to her, “okay okay, im joking.” she says wrapping her arms around bada’s mid, “you did good today.”

“thank you.” bada replies putting her chin on top of yn’s head, “you coming to my place.”

“I’m meeting up with nayeon unnie.”

“then come over to night.”

“that’s what I was planning on.”

“good.”

#i need more 😭😭

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inkthsheart · 2 years ago

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no choice (next to you) | myg

summary: the pros of your last-minute senior year apartment sublet: cheap, furnished, close to campus, in a gorgeous old victorian conversion home, and right next to the greek takeout place.

the cons of your last-minute senior year apartment sublet: min yoongi, senior member of the beta tau sigma fraternity, and his party-throwing, vodka-loving, ruckus-making fraternity buddies, are your neighbors.

{college!au, frat boy!au, neighbor!au, enemies to lovers!au}

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, comedy est. word count: 13k warnings: alcohol consumption, frat parties, misunderstandings as a plot device, idiots being idiots, frat boys being frat boys, hawaiian pizza slander, yoongi says things that could be construed as sexist but they actually are not i promise you just need to read the fic ;-; a/n: here it is!!!! a very happy 4 years to gukyi.tumblr.com, and an even happier 8 years to the men who made it all possible, bangtan themselves! i hope you enjoy this frat party of a fic: loud, chaotic, and filled with college boys. much love to you all, always and forever <3 guyi

The first time you meet Min Yoongi you are hunched over the kitchen sink of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house, throwing up vodka and Sprite like it’s nobody’s business. Except it apparently is someone’s business, because from behind you, over the booming rap music and the thumping bass emanating from the speakers, you hear a voice.

“Well, at least it’s not the floor.”

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#this was so cute

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inkthsheart · 2 years ago

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star-crossed haters | masterlist

>> part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30, part 31/final, epilogue

playlist

drabble: daily life

#to read

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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been a good while since i’ve last read a fic on here, god damn this one had a hold on me it’s like 7:44am. i should definitely sleep it’s unhealthy at this point.

your writing is unbelievably beautiful just ugh ((so excited to read the rest tmrw ++ praying for a happy ending))

evolution of a lover’s heart | 02

the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

pairing: fuckboy!jk x f reader

genre: fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy au, bet au

word count: 23.5k…oops

warnings: none except for dumb as fuck boys, slightly drunk scenes, a little fondling, and implied smut. oh also violence in the form of guys brawlin and stone throwing.

masterlist

part 2/6 <previous | next>

author’s note: before you read, please look at this. it is very, very important to get in the right mood.

Part one: the lover (continued).

“There’s a what now?”

“I don’t know? He knocked on the door and asked for you, but when I told him you were meeting a friend, he just stomped inside? And started stripping? Are you there? Hello?”

Your bewildered brain scrambles to come up with a coherent sentence.

“Yeah, I—what?”

“Yeah, I know. And I guess he went to bed? But look, the girls are gonna be here soon, so you should probably get back here.”

“Yeah, of course,” you rush, “I’ll be there shortly.”

The second you end the call, you’re shoving the last fourth of your cupcake into your mouth and searching Yeji’s eyes. The crumbs that end up going everywhere have you wiping your hands on your jacket in a hurry.

“Emergency?”

“Yeah, I’m so sorry, Yeji, but one of my friends isn’t feeling well. I’ll make it up to you,” you plead with your eyes, hoping that she’ll understand.

“Don’t worry about it; we got some good quality time, and I managed to snag these.” Her foot taps one of the bags under the table, at which you’ve been sitting for the last thirty minutes.

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#jjk #screaming and crying #this chapter killed me and i can’t believe there are still 4 to go #what’s gonna happen #godddddd #it’s so good i can’t stop #JDKWNDJE #JUST CHECKED OP FINISHED IT WITH 8 CHOGERS #6 more to go #fucking screaming

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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casual // jjk

while everyone on campus has their eyes on bangtan’s frat boys, the boys have their eyes set on yn. she’s a mini fashionista, has a small boba addiction, and is completely unaware of just how much these boys love her.

after a romantic moment between jungkook and yn, chaos and tension arise between good friends.

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pairing: jungkook + oc

au/genre: idiots to lovers, bts college fuckboys / fratboys, slow pining, love triangle, crackhead energy, angst if you’re a crybaby, social media au + written scenes

warnings: love / hate friendships, explicit language, implied smut + actual smut

note: this social media au was originally posted by me (@/omot7) in 2020-2021. i have deactivated that account and took down this social media au. i did not like the way the original felt so rushed and unclear. however, after some thinking and ultimately feeling attached to this story, i welcome you to it’s remake !

index

i . (5/5) # casual jjk extras

the meeting, the yearning; the beginning

ii . (25/25) # casual jjk

casual

iii . (10/…) # casual jjk extras

the loving, tying loose ends; the ending

playlist

— casual (1)

— casual (2)

#just finished binge reading this masterpiece #queen of smau #how come i never read this before it’s so damn good #UGHHHHDJSJSKW #the friendship is to die for #chefs kiss #the way it’s divided into three parts too????? genius #one of the best smaus out there hands down

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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can u write about yoongs kissing the back of your neck sometimes but it makes you flustered each time uwu

genre/warnings: college!au, part of the “ps i love you” series linked on my masterlist, allusions to smut lmao, the most cliche thing ever (you’ll see what i mean), namjoon is a saint,

word count: 1,233

His lips ghosted just above the top link of your spine, pursed pink lingering on your skin as long as the harsh intake of breath stuttered through your half ajar jaw. His mouth only broke to curl into a toothless smile when an equally shaky exhale stumbled through the tension in your shoulders.

“Just me,” Yoongi mumbled, large hands kneading into your hips.

One of your hands curled around the counter top in front of you, quipping in a breath, “I hoped no one else was kissing my neck.”

He leaned with you, pecking the spot at the base of your neck once more, teeth grazing across your pores in route to mouth at the juncture of your shoulder. “Why so jumpy then, angel?” He taunted, fingers splaying wide as slow hands dragged across the front of your waist to lace together.

Soft vibrations in your pocket spiked your erratic heartbeat a step further, the involuntary reaction of your hand hesitating against the marble it gripped. Yoongi’s smirk was prominent as it pressed into the side of your neck, one hand dragging up your torso to hook a crooked index finger into the cinched collar of your shirt. He tugged it aside, softly touching his lips to the place where your clavicle began.

“Answer it.”

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#cause of death: this #screaming

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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you’re back back??? gosh i missed your writing so much. this was very soft and angsty i love it :(((((

REQUEST: ugh I had a dream and I have to rant about this sorry if it bother you but hear me about: you. yoongi. in the studio. 3 am and soft music in the background. both of you are in silence and he is thinking about his past. how miserable and lonely he was. he looks at you with love filled eyes. tears up when you ask about what he’s thinking. god i need a drabble about this I can’t REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: none NOTES: this is so soft and i’m always here for soft yoongi

fingers trace up the inside of his thigh and the smell of your shampoo lingers heavily in the air and the lofi sound of one of his many playlists drifts around the two of you – he swears he’s never felt more at home, miles away from his city and his childhood home and friends he used to know.

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#hope you’re doing great #no matter how much i say it i’ll never get tired #your writing is incredible

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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you have no idea how STOCKED i am for this like dhsjsjwl, i’m so glad it made your day (week mayhaps ;)) better!!!!

also no THANK YOU for writing this masterpiece truly

bad decisions — kth x you ft. pjm

synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your lives: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.

genre. high school au + fluff + angst + smut

pairing. taehyung x you ft. pjm

rating. M

wordcount. 5.7k

warnings. light smut and foul language; teens being teens; high school drama; dna taehyung

a/n. big big shout out to my girls @singguks and @socksjinie for helping me edit this. i will cherish the moments we spend together forever! ♡

chapters. 1 × 2 × 3

How can a bad decision be declared a bad decision?

That was the thing that kept on running through your mind as you lay half-naked next to your best friend. You sigh as you run your hands through your hair. Carefully, you turn on the bed, now facing him directly.

Fuck, he’s handsome.

You had never really paid much attention to his looks before. Before today. His chest lifted up and down softly as he was asleep. You noticed the way his bangs fell onto his eyes, the mole on his nose, his parted lips.

Fuck. Fuck.

You turn again, this time your back facing him.

The door is right there.

But at the same time, how bad would it be for you to leave now? While he’s asleep? After what you did? Without even a goodbye?

I could say…

You could, but he always knows when you’re lying. Even by text.

So I’ll wake him.

And say what?

This was a bad decision. That part is settled. And sadly, not the last one of the day. What matters now is how you get away from it. What matters now is how you deal with this situation. Because one wrong move — a wrong word, a wrong look, a simple hesitation — your comfort zone is destroyed.

You turn again.

“Tae,” you whisper. He doesn’t move. “Tae.”

He takes a deep breath, your voice bringing him back to planet earth. “Hmm,”

“I’m gonna go-”

His eyes shoot open. “I’ll take you home.”

“No, no. You don’t have to.” You feel yourself blush. Fuck. How did you get into this situation? Things will never be the same.

You have already begun to gather your clothes from the ground, putting them on the best you can considering your priority now is speed over decency. Taehyung sits up on the bed. He can’t see your face but the way your body moves makes him nervous. He decides not to press on it and keeps quiet, fidgeting with his fingers. This is new territory to both of you.

“I’ll text you when I get home, yes?” You face him again. He’s trying to read you, and you’re trying to read him. But you almost feel like strangers.

“Don’t forget.” He gives you a serious look and you hand him a weak smile in return. “Please.”

“I won’t.”

— 9 hours earlier —

9 A.M.

As Archie once said, only those who are in high school really live the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows. Now, if he was talking about football, yes. And if Riverdale is painful to watch, also yes. That’s not the point. The point is that today was one of those epic lows that Archie mentioned to the boy that had quit school while in fourth grade to go sell drugs in order to support his grandmother.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Your brother arched his eyebrow, an extremely confused look on his face.

“Haven’t you been listening, Jungkook?” You asked with a tone. “I have a math quiz.”

“And she stayed up until 3 am watching Riverdale.” Taehyung mocked, leaning against your locker.

That had been your first bad decision of the day. You could’ve stopped when you checked your phone and it was nearly 1 am. But what harm one more episode would do? You would soon find out.

“Weren’t you saying that you would rather die over watching another second of that show?” Taehyung chuckled at your brother’s comment. You glare at him.

“I got curious.” You confess, eyes stuck to the ground as you feel a little embarrassed for being caught watching that terribly-almost-comedic show.

Jungkook laughs, pulling his backpack over his shoulder. “Well, guess I’ll see you in math class next year, dumbass.”

You were ready to hit his head, but he made a run for it. If it weren’t 9 am, he would be dead.

“Learn to respect your elders!” You scream and the entire hallway looks at you, which you ignore. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” Taehyung offers you his arm but before you could lock it, someone gets in the way.

“Ah, just who we were missing.” You glare at the blondie as he winks at your comment.

“I tried to stay home, but my mom made me come.” Jimin pouts. “On the bright side, she had to drive me here.” His expression is quick to change to a proud smile.

“So I guess you’re as ready as we are?” Taehyung asked.

“Wai-,” Jimin forces a speechless look. “You mean I can’t cheat? I thought you were going to help me, Y/N.”

You notice as Jimin’s right arm that was embracing Taehyung falls to his side, but his left remains tightly around your neck. “Ah- yeah. I don’t think you’ll be in much luck.”

Jimin doesn’t move his arm until you reach the door where your first class of the day will be.

Your dynamic was strange.

You weren’t dating. You didn’t even know if Jimin had a crush on you. And it was quite fuzzy on your head where he stood. And that was because of who he was and how he placed himself.

Every time he could, he would hang out with you, Taehyung, and some of your other friends. Both boys had been friends since childhood. You had only met Tae a couple of years ago when you transferred schools and, in consequence, Jimin. They were like those supermarket deals, pay for 1 and get 2.

Now, while Taehyung was extremely art-oriented, Jimin was a jock. He was the guy you saw on tv shows about high school when they’re played by people in their 20s or 30s. But Jimin was 17 and had amazing abs and was kind and sweet and fucking handsome. So, everyone at your school had a crush on him.

“Don’t you think, Y/N?” Jimin’s eyes find yours.

“Huh?” You weren’t listening to the conversation and had learned long ago that it was better to look dumb than to agree to something you most definitely didn’t agree with.

“Maddie has a crush on Tae.”

“Maddie Thompson?” Your face is a mix of surprise and disgust.

“Yeah,” Taehyung nods, his eyes never leaving your face. While yours might’ve been saying a lot, his face wasn’t saying anything at all.

“And what about it?” You arch your eyebrow.

“I arranged a date. Today. After class. At the Breakfast Club.” Jimin says proudly.

Huh. This was new. Let’s just-

“Their waffles suck.” You say.

“They do not,” Jimin argues, scoffing at your answer.

“Oh, they do,” You stop leaning against the wall to go stand right beside Taehyung. “Tae?”

“And they only sell Pepsi.” Taehyung backs you up but is immediately confused as you hit him in the arm.

“Not the point.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Whatever. You’re not going there for waffles either way.” Jimin makes a devilish smile.

“Nah, bro.” Taehyung laughs lightly.

“You’re gross.” You roll your eyes.

“Y/N!” Jimin whines, as he calls out for you as you enter the classroom, but the only response he gets is your middle finger up in the air.

Your second bad decision of the day: not staying home. And it really worked out in a complete snowball effect. Because if you hadn’t gone to school, none of the other bad decisions would’ve happened.

You take your usual seats on the third row; Taehyung by the window, you to his right, and Jimin beside you. As soon as the teacher drops the sheets of paper, you begin to feel sick, a burning feeling in your throat. There is no way you will be able to pass this test. Ever since they introduced letters to simple 1+1, it had ruined your life. You went from having math as your best discipline to it being your first C and D. Why would you need to know all of this when you could hire an accountant? Your parents didn’t even do their own taxes.

Math is pointless.

So, you had no doubt that you would fail this test.

You finished fast, not wasting too much time trying to figure out what was the right route to resolving the problems Mr. Tanner had come up with. You glanced at him. His glasses fell all the way down to the tip of his nose as he stared deeply into the white box of that ancient computer the school provided. You could imagine him making the test, evil laughs escaping through his thin lips as he reckoned most students would squirm and sweat as they read the sentences of his elaborate problems.

Tae was already sleeping on his table after 45 minutes into the test. Jimin, on the other hand, kept on trying to help you and make you help him.

But you were both in deep shit.

— 2 hours earlier —

4 P.M.

Fridays were supposed to feel fun. Right? But this year, yours was just catastrophic. You started off early with Math. It was only October but you had lost count of how many times you had gotten detention for being late to the class. Then, you had Geography. A different kind of hell. Two hours of lunch to have enough time to drown the sorrows of the morning just so you could stress right after the bell rang.

Creative Writing was an elective you had chosen. You had always loved to write but were never really that great at expressing yourself. Having to write college applications, the school’s counselor thought it was a good idea to enroll. Taehyung joined you, of course. But he was extremely more talented than you would ever be.

Your mind was simple, and so were your words. After a month of mediocre writing, you were never called out front to read your pieces.

But today the class hadn’t started like it usually did. Miss Harlow was late. She was never late. So you took the time to turn back and watch some TikTok videos with Taehyung. At first, you mocked him for spending so much time on such a stupid app. Now, you were worse than him.

“Sorry I am late!” Miss Harlow rushes into the classroom. Her cheeks are a little red and you could tell she had to rush on her uncomfortable high heels to the classroom. “I was talking to the Dean,” she explains. “I have two good news!”

The entire classroom begins to whisper.

“First, you’ll have a new colleague!” She squeals in excitement as she peeps outside the classroom door. “Everyone, please welcome Maddie Thompson!”

You fight the urge to look back to see Taehyung’s reaction. Instead, you control your facial expression.

Miss Harlow gestures for the girl to come inside.

“Weren’t you in Psycho 101?” Angela, one of your good friends from this class, asks.

“I was,” Maddie says simply. “It wasn’t challenging enough.”

You can’t help but snort, gaining a few looks. How can creative writing be more challenging than psychology? But who were you to talk, you couldn’t even write a single good essay.

“You will definitely exercise your mind and skills here!” Miss Harlow speaks excitedly, as she gestures once more for the girl to move, now to find her seat.

She walks past your row, her eyes never even glancing at your face.

“She is absolutely obnoxious.” Angela, or better, Angie whispers to you.

“Right? Such a pick-me…” The other girl in front of her comments, as if the conversation was with her.

You decide not to respond, keeping the comments you wanted to make locked in your head.

Miss Harlow gives a brief explanation of how the classes work and how important they are to your future and to your college life. You doze off for a moment, pen in hand drawing random doodles on your notebook, having already listened to this boring speech once.

“Now, second good news,” Miss Harlow elevates her voice tone, catching your attention. “Today our class will be outside! I want you to grab your notebooks, make groups of 3, and head out into the school. I will assign each of you a different location and I want you to go there and write.”

Ah yes, another oblivious assignment. But it’s fine. You turn on your seat. Tae will nail this.

“Team?” He asks.

“Team.”

Angie joins in on your group. You might actually be the only person in the class that didn’t enroll in it because of your love for writing. And it showed. At least now you had Maddie. She was one of the smartest students in your school. Although intelligence wasn’t exactly the same as creativity.

“Hold on-” Miss Harlow stops your group from exiting the class. “Taehyung,” she grabs his shoulders, moving him far away from you. You begin to lose any hope you had left for this assignment. “Camille, trade with Taehyung here. ”

Taehyung was her best student. Of course, she would pair him with Maddie.

“I want you to write with Maddie today. I guarantee you she won’t slow you down any more than any other student would.” The teacher quickly glances at you. Ouch? “Just help her with any doubts she might have.”

She pats his back and you leave to the stairs, while Taehyung follows in the opposite direction, towards the gym.

You feel annoyed. If you had little interest in today’s project, now it was lower than none. You didn’t have to do everything with him… but it sure made it a lot more fun. Hell, he was your best friend. And everyone knows that if there’s one thing you don’t do in high school is to separate best friends in projects. It should be a damn rule.

Your group wasn’t that bad. Cami was a sweetheart and Angie would always fill you in on the school’s gossip. Somehow, she always knew the dirtiest scoops. So, instead of writing when you got to the left-wing stairs, you all sat in the steps, as Angie rambled on and on about a girl you had just passed on the hallway and how — and she swore on her life — was on her way to the bathroom to meet with Steve Jones, a sophomore that was starting to make some competition for Jimin in the football team.

You all laugh. It was harmless gossip. You were in the age of experimenting and Angie was a wild one. Sometimes you would think she was lying. The stories she told were straight out of tv-shows. But who knew, really?

Time had passed while you talked and the conversation eventually had run down, being substituted by the phones in your hands. Camille had tried to make you write, but noticing how unmotivated the both of you were, it rubbed on her and she was quick to give up. Noticing the time, it wasn’t likely that you would present anything to the class today, so she just figured she could write something once she got home.

“Look at this,” Angie sat right next to you. “Let’s do this trend!”

Angela didn’t even give you time to see the entire video on TikTok. Instead, she was already applying a filter to her face. A square popped up on top of her head and as soon as she started recording, that square that displayed the tv-show Euphoria’s logo was quickly replaced by different images, switching from one to the next too fast for you to be able to read what they said.

A photo from one of Euphoria’s episodes pops up on top of Angie’s head and she squinted her eyes so she could read the quote. Why is everyone, like, so dramatic?

“No, this one is no fun. I say this at least 3 times a day.” And she clicks on the screen again, the filter generating a new quote as it reads her features.

I’m not sure it’s a good thing we met.

“Oh snap. This was the one that the girl from the video got.” She gets a little serious but quickly brushes it off. “Now, you send it to your best friend and see how they react!”

“What if they react… you know… bad?” Cami asks silently.

“Then they’re not your real best friend.” Angie shrugs. “I am expecting nothing less than a punch from Jennie when she reads this.”

“But-”

“Wanna do it?” Angie asks, cutting Cami during her existential crisis.

“Y/N can do it first.”

“Deal. I’m going to send you the video. Do it through there.”

You don’t even get a say. But that’s how Angie works. She is chaotic. You wait for the notification as you watch her text her best friend with no fear of the expected scenario not coming true.

“Now you.” Angie looks excitedly at you.

You quickly follow the notification to your inbox, clicking on the video and then on the filter. Your front camera opens and Cami quickly moves from behind you as she sees herself on the frame.

“Just click on the screen,” Angie says eagerly.

You do as she says and you wait as the images keep changing quickly. You notice how your eyeliner was starting to fade and was a little smudged on the corner of your eyes. And the little pimple that was growing on your right cheek.

Why don’t you kiss me?

You get startled by Angie’s scream.

“I want to do it again.” You cry.

“No way!” Angie laughs out loud. By the end of the first period on Monday, everyone would know that you sent this to Taehyung.

“But you changed yours!” You whine.

“Yeah, cause the first one sucked! The second one causes chaos. Your first is going to cause chaos.” It was that simple for Angie.

“It will be weird!”

“Only if you make it weird!”

“Or him,” Cami adds, completely not helping your nerves.

“C’mon. It’s a joke.”

“Fine…”

You sigh and open your texts with Taehyung. Both girls lean in close as you type the words.

“I can already see the new power couple!” Angie laughs loudly again, jumping on the steps of the stairs.

“And he’s super handsome,” Cami comments as she laughs at Angie’s figure. “Do you like him?”

“Wha-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence. In a matter of a split second, Miss Harlow is standing right in front of you, questioning all the commotion you were causing, blaming you three for disrupting nearby classes. As soon as her eyes lie on your phone, she sticks her hand out. Fuck. Sending this text was yet another bad decision. Before that one was not writing the damn essay like Miss Harlow had told you to. Snowball effect, yeah.

“You can pick up your phone after class,” Miss Harlow smiles ironically. “First thing, Monday morning!”

Fuck Riverdale.

— 1 hour earlier —

5 P.M.

If you had your phone now, you would be walking through the hallways as everyone rushed home, Billie Eilish’s Happier Than Ever playing on your earphones. But instead, you were bothered by the noise everyone was making on the hallways, girls laughing, lockers being slammed, the excitement of the weekend being felt high.

Today sucked. And it was hard imagining it getting any worse. Oh, but it was most certainly possible. After the karma you had just been served, you would definitely start your morning emanating good vibes. That attraction law bullshit.

You had your head inside your locker as you grabbed all the books you needed for the weekend. Your stomach felt upset. You pretended to not know why, but not having your phone with you right after what you did… was driving you crazy.

And he’s probably on the way to his date. Yeah.

Not awkward at all! Just ask him why he won’t kiss you and then don’t say a thing for the next 48 hours. Yup. Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You’re startled by Jimin’s voice.

“Jesus Christ! You scared the living shit of me.” You place your hand on top of your heart as if stopping it from escaping your body. For a moment, you thought it was Taehyung. “Aren’t you supposed to be in practice?”

“There’s no game this weekend, only next. So I was thinking about skipping practice and we could go out.”

You furrow your eyebrows instinctively. Jimin’s caught off guard as he lets out a big laugh, his eyes almost closing. He would do this often when he got nervous.

“I mean, to spy on Tae’s date.”

“Has he left already?” You ask, ignoring his quirky habit.

“He better have.” He laughs. “Didn’t you have class together?”

“Yeah, but we had class outside and got separated.”

“And he didn’t text you?” Jimin tilts his head and intuitively checks his phone.

“Miss Harlow confiscated my phone, actually.” You shrug.

“Ah, that sucks, but do we have a date?” Jimin looks at you expectantly, but you don’t notice nor focus on his words.

“Actually I-” You look over Jimin’s shoulder and can’t finish the sentence. “I have to go. See you Monday!”

You turn on your heels, slamming your locker’s door and leaving an extremely confused Jimin behind.

“Text me,” You hear Jimin’s faint and confused voice over the loud conversations of the people in the hallway but don’t turn around to him. Instead, you fasten your pace.

You weren’t running from anyone. Not at all. It had actually just crossed your mind that you had a thing. Yeah, that thing. And it really couldn’t wait. Imagine making it wait. The thing. You are 5 steps away from the school’s front gate and can almost breathe from relief. Your house is in the exact opposite direction of his.

Why are you running?

“Y/N!” You immediately recognize the voice but your body doesn’t allow you to stop walking.

The voice keeps calling and you keep walking.

“What the hell?” You’re finally facing Taehyung, his hand wrapped around your wrist in an attempt to stop you. “Why didn’t you stop?”

“What?” Bad decision number 5: playing dumb with Taehyung.

“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” His usual cheerful self wasn’t present.

“Miss Harlow took it from me.” You decide to stare at the floor as you fidget with your fingers.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything. His mind is rushing, a million things he wants to say but doesn’t know how to. He sighs, hand massaging his temples as he tries to think. But it’s too busy. You still hadn’t found the courage to look at him.

Fucking Angie and Cami. Of course, it was going to be awkward.

Then say something. Do something. What’s one more bad decision?

But you don’t.

Seeing you not being able to face him, Taehyung grabs your hand as he pulls you in the opposite direction of your home. You don’t stop him and also don’t say anything. You knew from the moment you had pressed send that it was a bad idea. Being friends with boys was different from being friends with girls. You had no problem with being sweet to your guy friends. But you wouldn’t go around hugging them or kissing them. People would say you were dating. That wasn’t normal best friend boy and girl behavior. And even though you didn’t think that way, you knew others did and it bothered you. Because Taehyung never had problems with being sweet to you in public. You, on the other hand, not so much.

“What about your date?” You stop in your tracks. The sudden stop makes his hand fall from yours.

He sighs before answering. “Do you think that matters now?”

“Of cour-”

“Let’s just go.” You frown but have no time to protest as he grabs your hand once again and continues walking.

You walk in silence the rest of the way to Taehyung’s house, hand in hand. As you enter it, you quickly greet his mother, who was sitting in the living room. She tries to make small talk with you, offering you something to eat or drink, but Taehyung is quick to dismiss her.

You go up the stairs to Taehyung’s bedroom. You have been here a million times. He closed the door and dropped his backpack on the floor. You take a seat on his bed but refuse to move more than that.

You and Taehyung only fought once and it was one of the worst days of your life. While you were explosive when arguing, letting all of your feelings out, Taehyung was quiet. He would shut himself out, knowing that if he spoke his mind he would end up saying something he really didn’t mean and hurt your feelings. But you preferred it that way. Not knowing what he was thinking made you feel uneasy. The thought of losing him over a dumb joke made your heart hurt and you were feeling like the room was closing in on you, making it harder and harder to breathe.

“Are you mad?” You force the question out. As soon as your eyes meet, you look back down to the floor. He is standing right in front of you and the only thing you can see are his feet.

“Mad?” He asks, a dry laugh escaping his lips. “I can’t wrap my head around it. Why would you say that?”

It was a joke. That’s what you want to say but don’t.

It’s quiet for a while.

“Were you jealous because of Maddie and just wanted to fuck with me?”

“What? Jealous?” You laugh at his dumb supposition. “Of what? Her?”

“Of me with her.” He says. “Because I don’t see any other reason for you to send me what you sent.”

You scoff. “I couldn’t care less.”

“What the fuck, Y/N.”

“What, Taehyung?” You roll your eyes at him, irony filling your voice tone. “What can I fucking say?”

He doesn’t answer.

“I don’t feel mentally challenged about your new fucking relationship.” You mock.

“Real mature, Y/N. Keep going.”

“I really don’t understand why you didn’t just let me go my way and went on your fucking date.” You say and you notice how his jaw clenches. You know you sound jealous and that was the last thing you wanted, but once you begin, you can’t stop yourself, never giving him the chance to intervene. “Or perhaps you didn’t even need it. You know, after two hours of creative writing together to create a masterpiece about a fucking gym, I would be head over heels too!”

“So Maddie clearly isn’t the problem,” Taehyung says ironically.

“Clearly she is. You were the one asking if I am jealous of her. Do I need to be?” You ask but is rhetorical. “Should I be concerned this random girl just comes out of nowhere and fucking steals my best friend away from me? Is that what’s going to happen?”

“Is that what I am?”

“Stop acting dumb.”

He laughs at your comment. “Why do you need to make this so hard?”

“What do you expect me to do, then?” You spat. “Huh?” You press. You can see his expression change to a desperate one. Taehyung is reaching his limit with this conversation and you can see it from a mile away.

“I don’t expect you to act like this,” He says coldly and you feel the upsetting feeling that has consumed you leave. Taehyung’s facial expressions were killing you.

“I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean it,” Your eyes fall back to the ground.

For a moment, the only sound you could hear was the cars passing by on the street outside.

“Look at me,” Taehyung asks and you hesitate for a second. Your eyes meet. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“What?” Your hearing is muffled and you feel like your heart is going to jump from your throat at any second.

“Cause I want to kiss you.”

You don’t really hear that last part, still baffled by his initial question.

Slowly, he leans in, his hand finding your chin and lifting it up. Time begins to move slowly and you can already feel his breath on your skin.

“Can I?” He asks again, your lips almost touching.

You don’t answer. Instead, you’re the one closing the gap between you. The kiss starts off hungry as if both of you wanted to do this for a really long time. Taehyung’s hand falls from your chin all the way down to your waist and he pulls you in closer to him. You quickly find yourself lying in the bed, Taehyung pinning you underneath him, hands playing with the hem of your shirt, your legs parted by his thigh.

“Taehyung,” You coo, parting the kiss. He wanted to kiss again so badly, his eyes focused on your lips rather than your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“This is a good decision,” You say but mean it to sound like a question. Your senses were muffled by his cold fingers that had begun to brush your skin.

“Undoubtedly.” He looks into your eyes as he answers.

Despite the epic state he was in, he would never do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Seeing no regret or second thoughts on your features, he kisses you again, this time more eagerly. Slowly, he bites your bottom lip as he stops kissing you and moves to your neck, leaving gentle bites and marks. You can’t help the soft whine that escapes your lips. Taehyung chuckles as he keeps on placing kisses on your neck, his hand running through your side.

You push him away from you, standing on the bed as you remove your shirt.

“Oh, fuck.” Taehyung watches in awe at the end of his bed, taking in every single inch of your body that was revealing itself to him.

You crawl to him, hands finding the hem of his shirt and removing it for him, as you sit on top of him. You can feel his cock throb as you rock back and forth as it is now your turn to kiss his neck. Taehyung hisses, thrusting up to meet your touch.

“You are such a tease, Y/N.” His voice is raspy and his breath uneven.

“Should I stop?” You move a little away from him, an innocent look on your face. You even tilt your head a little to the side.

Taehyung licks his lips, hands grabbing your hips. He picks you up and is quick to change your positions, you falling back on the bed.

“Isn’t this better?” He grins.

He doesn’t kiss you, his focus being on removing yet another piece of your clothing. He leaves your panties on, before going back for a kiss. You take advantage of his approach, hands reaching out to the bulk on his pants. You feel him smile into the kiss, obviously pleased.

His hand stops massaging one of your breasts and you feel Taehyung’s long fingers running up and down your clothed slit. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his movements making you moan his name.

You bite your lip, suddenly Taehyung’s mother who is just a floor below you crosses your mind. Your breath is shaky and you can’t hold another moan when you feel his middle finger inside you.

“Oh- fuck, Tae-”

Taehyung was satisfied just listening to you moan his name as his fingers came in and out of you. Parting from your neck, his thumb finds your clit and he watches as you roll your eyes in pleasure.

“F-fuck, you’re beautiful,”

— 1 hour after —

7 P.M.

It takes you double the time it would to reach home. You felt like you were wandering aimlessly, a million thoughts going through your head. You don’t regret what you did with Taehyung, but it kept on lingering on the back of your head, making it impossible for you to relax.

What the hell have I done?

Your head kept on being filled with horrible thoughts. When you moved, Taehyung was the first friend you made. He was kind to you and wasn’t bothered to be friends with the new girl. He was the one that showed you all the cool spots around town. The best liquor shop to buy some booze without having to show your ID. He had been your comfort zone for the past 2 years and a half. Losing him, losing your friendship, would be heartbreaking.

Still, it was inevitable. The numerous bad decisions that you had made throughout this day alone were enough to define your friendship going forward.

You had no clue what was the right move to do here.

You weren’t even certain of his feelings for you.

If only you hadn’t sent that text.

You sigh, restless and defeated.

“Sup’ nerd,” Jungkook calls out. He is playing basketball in your front yard.

Your father had installed the plastic hoop when he was 4 years old right on top of your garage. Throughout the years, you had lost count of how many times Jungkook — and sometimes, you — had missed the hoop and made the ball crash right on top of the hood of your parents' cars.

“Where have you been?” He asks when he gets no snappy comeback from you.

You ponder before replying. Should you lie? “At Tae’s.” You decide against lying.

“Well, you could’ve given me a heads-up. I waited for, like, 30 minutes for you in front of the school.” Jungkook sounds annoyed. You really don’t have the patience for this now.

“I don’t have my phone.” You glare at him. You turn, walking towards the front door. “Actually, can you text Taehyung and tell him I’m home? Thanks.”

“Did you lose your phone?” Jungkook rushes after you. “Y/N.” He calls out. “Mom and dad are going to be pissed if they have to buy you a new phone.” He mocks you.

You can only slam the door on his face as you feel your blood boil. Were all siblings this annoying? Jesus fuck.

That night you don’t have dinner with your family. You don’t even bother sitting at the table with your family. You can barely sleep that night, too afraid of what might be brought up by your subconscious during your dreams. Seeing Taehyung, even if in your dreams, would be too painful now.

Deep down, you feel relieved that Miss Harlow confiscated your phone. Taehyung was a problem you only had to face on Monday. You had 48 hours to figure out this mess.

next chapter.

#literally dying cuz wow #excited for more of your amazing work #we love a stylish potato

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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might start screaming cuz holy shit this looks amazing. can’t wait to read all of it and more (the style and aesthetic is giving what it’s supposed to be given)

friday love & the shadow puppets → masterlist

💔 synopsis. you are young, beautiful, talented and just beginning your ascent into music stardom when your newest producer tries to pair you up with the shadow puppets, a rock band. will that unexpected pairing be your biggest hit or your biggest ruin?

genre. band au ㆍ rock star au ㆍ angst ㆍ smut ㆍ fluff

pairing. jungkook x you (+ stage name)

rating. M

updates. every now and then, mostly on the weekends

warnings. lots of foul language and the typical “s*x, d***s & rock and roll”!!

a/n. send an ask or comment below if you want to be part of the taglist of this series!!

Keep reading

#TALENTED #SHOW STOPPING #BRILLIANT

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inkthsheart · 3 years ago

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insane how good your writing is!! wanna bury it with me when i die not even kidding. (i love the way you paced it too like damn you’re really really good how come i never came across your work before i’m baffled) ((also the aesthetic in these????? cRazy i’m mind blown))