#STUSSY MAN DAMN

[crossguild]

there are a lot of bad takes floating around in op fandom but whitebeard slander is always the worst because oda took such care to craft a narrative in which this ONE character fits every mold of a platonic ideal of a father figure and i'm STILL seeing (thankfully not many) people misinterpret and take him in the worst possible faith and hold him to insane standards to which no other OP character is ever held

"he's sexist because he doesn't allow the women on his crew to fight"

word of god, not canon, also explicitly retconned with the presence of whitey bay on his crew in the oden flashback. there are also women who captain subordinate fleets who were clearly fighting alongside him at marineford. shanks's crew has no women at ALL yet no one ever comes at him about it??

even if it wasn't retconned, he served on the same crew as buckingham stussy, charlotte linlin and gloriosa. man knows women will fucking murder u.

he's very much portrayed as an old-fashioned 'dad' figure and OP's world is one in which sexism still exists. it's misguided but not unexpected for him to insist that his 'daughters' aren't put in even more danger because of his orders because he wants to protect them, but honestly given what we've seen of him if they wanted to fight he could NOT stop them lmao

"why would he raid marineford for ace but not avenge thatch or oden?"

ace is still alive. he didn't raid marineford for vengeance but to preserve a life that can still be saved

thatch and oden are dead and attempting to avenge their deaths would have racked up countless more casualties not just from facing off against kaidou or blackbeard's crew, but because in that big fight, he would be vulnerable to attack from other emperors and also the world government.

kaidou specifically used the raid on marineford to try and attack his flank, and was only stopped because shanks stepped in. wb only took the risk of raiding marineford because he felt that the life of one of his crewmembers was worth it, and he's explicitly pointed out that he would do the same for any other crewmember.

the fact that the navy only ever had the guts to try and execute ace because of his lineage speaks to how serious wb is about that particular threat.

"why didn't he listen to shanks??"

shanks wasn't telling him anything he didn't know. he already tried to stop ace, i don't doubt they've tried to call him back, but ace is also a pirate and whitebeard told shanks to butt out in order to preserve ace's reputation and autonomy. he respected ace's wishes to do what he felt was necessary and then he took responsibility for it on ace's behalf.

ace failed! he fucked up! ace felt ashamed enough, and whitebeard knew that, so he took the blame on himself as his father so that at least in the eyes of the world, it was his own reputation that took a beating and not his son's. i know a lot of people don't recognize that, but it is very much a selfless act of love and care. allowing his kid to make a mistake and then taking responsibility for it and helping him recover from it is the role of a good father

"he's too arrogant and trading on reputation and not actually that strong!"

he maintained order in the new world for 20 years after roger's death. he was a terminally ill dying man whose mere presence stabilized hundreds of islands because people were so afraid of him. he isn't overconfident or arrogant at all, he's more than earned any confidence he displays

he is BOTH trading on reputation AND monstrously powerful, but even he says that he's no longer at his peak and people don't live forever. it's well established that he knew he would probably die at marineford, and given the shrewd choices he made all throughout that battle, it's more than reasonable to assume that he prepared the crew for that possibility

"ace would have been a good captain/ace should have been the captain"

ace got them into that mess. he sure as damn hell would not have been a better captain, nor did he WANT to be a captain. ace never wanted to be captain or find the one piece or whatever, he wanted a family and he found it with whitebeard. ace was doing exactly what he wanted as whitebeard's 2nd division commander and all whitebeard wanted for him was to do what he wanted to, not force him to become PK

ace turned back because he couldn't shrug off an insult to whitebeard, and i'm mad at him for it, but it's also completely understandable why he did that. he's a sympathetic, nuanced, great character exactly because of that.

it takes a LONG time to train up haki, ace obviously wouldn't have had the opportunity to properly learn it when luffy could only manage it because one of the most refined users of haki who had all the time in the world to spend training him took luffy under his wing for two years. how the hell was ace gonna learn haki under whitebeard when whitebeard has 1600+ members to take care of and numerous territories to defend. he was growing at a very reasonable rate, it's not ace's fault nor whitebeard's that luffy's pace is so wildly accelerated

"marco didn't do a good job leading the crew"

they were together for a YEAR after marineford and still mustered the forces to fight a war. the story that circulated is that they attacked teach out of vengeance for whitebeard, but marco explicitly says that they moved on blackbeard because he was invading sphinx/other territories

marco is a careful, thoughtful guy. sphinx looked just fine. we heard the WBPs got scattered, but we didn't hear about any mass casualties and he also did not seem all that torn up about what happened during the payback war. actually, the fact that plenty of them and their allies were still alive and kicking for weevil to attack in the timeskip speaks to them being pretty okay after the payback war, if scattered. there's a lot that's still unrevealed about that conflict and i'm not casting judgment until we find out what

"whitebeard doesn't act like an all-powerful captain and he couldn't control the crew"

he's their dad. a dad doesn't exist to impose his will on his kids and force them to follow the path that he wants them to, his parenting is clearly in the style of 'give them a place to grow and thrive and don't worry about that other stuff, with some ground rules like don't be trafficking drugs or slaves or killing your crewmates'

the operation fell apart because blackbeard betrayed every ideal of whitebeard's and took advantage of his trust and kindness. so it's the betrayal of the ideal of 'family' that hurt them, not a problem in how the crew itself was run. it did, after all, function well-- better than any other operation in the new world-- for several decades.

[larkreadsop]

So some people were saying that it was out of character for Sanji to not immediately go to check on Stussy but this is much more in line with the Sanji-of-old that’s been sorely missed lately in that he’s being proactive and thinking strategically instead of reacting emotionally to something that’s already happened and he can’t change now.

But what I find the most interesting is that Sanji has seemingly already decided that Kaku had no idea what was happening (and Kaku’s reaction confirms it) but even with that and the fact that Kaku’s…not really a threat at the moment, he still picked the safest option for all of them and he doesn’t seem angry or like he’s blaming Kaku for any of it; he’s just getting confirmation for something he was already pretty sure about.

Also like…someone give Kaku his damn tea and a blanket or something. He’s been through so much this arc and has literally done nothing. Man needs a break.

[tae-rambles]

OP ch 1116 SPOILERS

My reactions as I read:

love the women of Wano fangirling over Yamato - so cute

also Otsuru as beautiful as ever (another character with a scar over/around their left eye... seriously whats up with that)

"no one from back then is even alive today" while showing Imu... i see what you did there Oda

so i'm guessing Imu was in love (/obsessed? - i question the healthiness of their relationship) with Nefertari D Lili? and thats why he's after Vivi now - that's been the most likely theory for a while now, the portrait only reinforces it

Imu is big mad lol

also i like how the reactions shown in this section are from Alabasta - it neatly thematically interconnects this section

oh, Karoo, Igaram i'm so sorry but don't worry, your princess is ok (as much as she can be after her father was assassinated)

they don't even have a body to properly bury their beloved king :(

and we know who stole it - Greed

oh god, Stussy... i'm tearing up...

Kaku's expression... man...

Edison reframing conflicting emotion as a sign of humanity i love it

Stussy decided to keep living! :D i'm so happy!

i feel sorry for the surviving Lulusians but why is Moda reacting like she didn't know? she must have seen what happened together with Sabo since the were on the same ship... maybe she didn't realize the disaster was man-made?

and there are still some countries that didn't know? huh... (hello Elizabelo II and Dagama from Prodence Kingdom :D (had to look up their names))

Momo almost blurted out they have an ancient weapon capable of flooding the world in front of everyone lmao

Joy Boy wanted them to be passed down? Oden also wanted to open Wano even though he knew that would release Pluton... interesting... there might be much more to the weapons or to the flood than Vegapunk knows... e. g. there's still the question where did such massive amount of water come from and why is its surface rising when there are at least two (2) giant holes in the ocean (Enies Lobby, Lulusia) that haven't been flooded yet... this is not how water physics work

Sengoku stress eating lmao

and Akainu literally smoking with anger lmao

i wonder what Crocus' thinking (why doesn't Oda show us Rayleigh's reaction here as well though?)

maybe Stella realized something was up exactly because you cut off your memory synchronization? like why else would you do that unless you were up to no good. that's just too obvious. also, since you cut contact, not only could he not see into your head, you couldn't see into his either! it's obvious how you didn't notice what Vegapunk was doing and why you didn't know about the recording. York, you might be a Vegapunk but your greed and arrogance made you dumb

yes, he knew about the government coming to kill him at least

oh i've seen people theorize the snail is with the Iron Giant! Congrats for your theory being right! :D

Rayleigh! :DD i'm so glad i was wrong! we did get his reaction! and he's drunk and calling Vegupunk an ass for spoiling the fun XD i love him so much

also Shakky beating up scoundrels in the background my queen

Damn! even though it was only 13 pages and we didn't learn anything we haven't at least suspected at some point, i really enjoyed this chapter :D

[nehswritesstuffs]

excuse me but i’m just gonna cry about op ch 1076 under the cut, because one of the great things about One Piece is that, as you go on, you really truly get a sense of other things happening in the world outside of the narrative and then it leads to things like this

is it s-mingo, s-croc, and s-gecko going rogue? with prior instruction via an elder? or a vegapunk? is it an alber-clone going berserk? is it another lunarian entirely? a shandian? pls let wyper be ok. would any potential clones for weevil, buggy, teach, and law be advanced enough to be in combat, let alone do anything else? is there a way to negate the authority chip technology? vegapunk stella transport mission turns into hauling seven vegapunks, stussy, and varying large clone-beings to safety let’s goooooo

still thinking about how these fits are absolutely wonderful despite the fact we need more of the women in pants but whatever this is japan and oda we’re talking about

shanks apparently makes wooing barmaids with his charm and getting small children upset over barring them from coming along on his adventures SUCH A HABIT how many times has this happened other than to Makino and Luffy and now this giantess and Vicky the Viking smh.

oiimo and kaashi T_T dorry and broggy T__T

how many more long-time characters we gonna see next? iceburg? paulie?

was it beckmann who sliced off kidd’s arm that’s what the translation i read made it sound like bc damn

Art-wise, I think it’s really interesting how Shanks’s hair is screentoned while Kidd’s hair is not, despite them both being about the same shade of red. Huh.

Did Oda foreshadow Shanks and Co being on Elbaf with the design of their ship’s prow in Romance Dawn or do I just have a severe case of the paranoids bc that’s what this man has done to his fan base

shanks and beckmann got the bitches though... as is right and correct

now where is jaygarcia saturn pls tell me he gets there two minutes too late; he then has to report to carlosantana neptune and jimihendrix jupiter while tonyimmoni pluto and genesimmons uranus are in the background trying to distract im omg what is this i would scream

where’s my cross guild update you bet i need it in my very soul

[shoarchives]

Lo Life

In the world of fashion and consumerism, we often find ourselves unwittingly entranced by the power of branding. The appeal of a well-crafted logo or a well-told brand story can be irresistible, leading us to seek out and covet certain products with a fervor that borders on obsession.

This journey began in my high school days in Virginia Beach, where I first fell in love with the streetwear and hip-hop style that dominated the scene. Growing up idolizing Pharrell Williams, I was naturally drawn to the vibrant and colorful designs of brands like Stussy and BAPE, which were all the rage at the time. As a struggling college student, I had to make every penny count, but when Commonwealth, the first streetwear boutique, opened its doors near my campus, I knew I had to splurge. I spent my entire lunch money on Stussy! And those free BAPE sandals from a Japanese fashion magazine? Don't even get me started. The packaging alone was worth the hype. It was the early 2000s, the golden age of streetwear, and I was all in - a fan, a consumer, a fiend for that fresh gear.

But as I grew older and began to navigate the world of video production in the 2010s, I found myself drawn to more practical and functional clothing that could withstand the rigors of travel and long days on set. That's when I discovered Patagonia, whose ethos and commitment to sustainability and environmentalism spoke to me on a deeper level. While laboring for Karmaloop, the digital retail behemoth, I was introduced to the preeminent outdoor clothier, Patagonia, by my co-producer, Will Kaner, who even authored an article for their publication. Naturally, I seized the opportunity to exploit the good 40% staff discount, accruing a surplus of gorp gear. I was adrift in the bewildering world, clad in Patagonia attire juxtaposed with Supreme, a peculiar amalgamation of normcore and Hypebeast. But alas, I was a mere neophyte in my early 30s, needing to be more knowledgeable about the customs and conventions of the scene.

Everything altered at the age of 38, an age I never envisioned, as I achieved the long-elusive milestone of accumulating a million dollars. It pains me to utter such crass numerical values, but truth be told, being a millennial millionaire is the equivalent of attaining a six-figure salary in the 90s. But with all that cash came a weird mid-life crisis that had me second-guessing my fashion choices. It's funny, because my old man, who had lived through some serious immigrant struggles, couldn't even afford to have a mid-life crisis if he wanted to. Crazy how life works, right? I didn't just want to amass a collection of clothes; I wanted to invest in pieces that would stand the test of time, and that I could pass down to future generations as heirlooms.

So there I was, 38 years old in the year of the pandemic, 2020. All my TV gigs and film projects were kaput, but what? I needed a damn break, man. The whole industry was in panic mode, and I felt burned out. Thus, the pandemic imposed an impromptu sabbatical, which led to me spending much more time on social media. And you know what I noticed? My peers were starting to dress a little more grown-up and sophisticated. I started checking out brands like Noah and Rowing Blazers, and damn, those Ivy vibes were calling my name. Not content with merely adding to my collection, I also took to the online marketplace, selling off my streetwear pieces on popular sites like Grailed and eBay. Indeed, it may have been the apex of the resell era, and I certainly reaped the benefits. In fact, I amassed nearly $20k in sales - not bad for a time of boredom and isolation. And yet, with all that surplus cash in hand, I couldn't help but feel that any future clothing purchases must be made with a deep investment in a brand that stood the test of time.

And that's where Ralph Lauren comes in. I've always been a fan of the brand's classic, preppy, all-American design aesthetic, but it wasn't until 2020 that I became truly devoted to it. That year, as the world was plunged into chaos and uncertainty by the COVID-19 pandemic, I found myself seeking solace in the familiar and the timeless

In the past, I always had a thing for Polo, but I was never one of those hardcore "Lo Life" types. And let's be honest, I could never afford those Polo Bear sweaters back in the day. We had a few hand-me-down Polo joints and some CHAPS gear, which all the kids used to clown on. They'd say, "Yo, CHAPS stands for 'Can't Have A Polo Shirt'" haha. But back in 2020, with the extra time, I began to re-explore the world of Ralph Lauren more deeply, immersing myself in the brand's rich history and heritage. I learned about Ralph Lauren's influence on the fashion industry as a whole and how so many other designers and brands have borrowed from and been inspired by his designs. It's pretty charming to observe the extent to which Ralph Lauren's style has permeated the world of streetwear. Every other brand borrows elements from Ralph, with some even flipping the iconic Polo Bear to depict him engaging in questionable activities. The Polo Sport logo, too, has been emulated by countless streetwear brands, so much so that it's impossible to keep track of them all. One can see inspiration in the designs of brands like Aime Leon Dore, Palace, and Supreme, using vibrant colors, bold graphics, and classic silhouettes that pay homage to Ralph Lauren's legendary aesthetic.

In many ways, my journey into the world of Ralph Lauren has reflected my personal growth and evolution. From my early days in Virginia Beach to my struggles and successes as a video director to my current status as a devoted collector and enthusiast, I've come a long way. As I built my own collection of Ralph Lauren pieces, I carefully organized them into categories on a Google Slides document (yes, I know it sounds crazy). And even on film sets for projects I directed, I allowed the costume department to tap into my wardrobe to elevate the characters' looks. But you know what? It's all been worth it. And hey, if that means sharing my closet with the costume department on set, so be it. 

Through social media and online forums, I connected with people worldwide who shared my passion for the brand and its timeless style. I discovered community and connection among other Ralph Lauren fans and collectors. And as I built my own collection of Ralph Lauren pieces, I found myself thinking more and more about the idea of legacy and passing things down to future generations. There's something deeply satisfying about knowing that the clothes I'm investing in now will still be relevant and desirable years, even decades, from now.

But why Ralph Lauren, you may ask? Well, for me, it's more than just a brand. It's a symbol of the American Dream. My father, a hardworking immigrant who struggled so that I could have a better life, serves as my blueprint for the American Dream. And Ralph Lauren, with its connection to the all-American design aesthetic and the aspirational qualities it fosters, embodies that dream in a way that speaks to me personally.

Of course, my journey with Ralph Lauren has not been without its bumps in the road. The psychology of brand loyalty and cult-like following, particularly in fashion, becomes evident when examining the emotional connection and aspirational qualities fostered by brands like Ralph Lauren. But for me, the camaraderie and investment in the brand have been a journey of self-discovery and personal growth, culminating in a deep appreciation for Ralph Lauren's timeless appeal and global influence.

In a world that seems to be constantly shifting and changing, the enduring allure of Ralph Lauren has remained a constant for me. And while some may see my devotion to the brand as a sign of being lost in the hypnotic world of branding, I see it as a reflection of my own personal evolution and growth.

[flowerbeom]

Double Pepperoni | LJB

Part of The Pleasure Chest | A GOT7 Cringe Collaboration

Lim Jaebeom x Female!Reader Genre: College AU, Crackhead Comedy Smut Rating: Mature. So very mature. Warnings: Bad puns, Swearing & Explicit smut scenes. Word Count: 4k

Concept:  to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass, its me. your best friend. or what’s left of her. remember that kinda hot but kinda gross pizza delivery guy? the one with the nose ring and always smelt of cheetos? yeh, he’s looking less gross these days. what?! don’t judge me. desperate times call for desperate measures. it has been 154 days since i’ve had sex. shit’s dire here man.

A/N: If you lean into how bad this is purposefully meant to be, you’ll really enjoy it. 

All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

Day 97 

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass!  yes my phone is still broken, and i have no idea when im going to get a new one cause im broke from visiting you in another goddamn country - so just suck it up and reply to my emails like the good best friend you are.  fuck i miss you already! why the hell did you have to be smart and shit and get into that international program and go to college in Seoul of all places!  do you know how far away that is?! 16 hours cassandra! 16 fucking hours on a plane with no leg room, subpar food and a middle aged balding man snoring next to you the entire time so you get no sleep on a 16 hour flight AWAY FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND.  it was really good to see you though, can you thank mrs kim again for me - you really struck gold with that housing sitch you got - especially your roommate! that fine ass college freshman you DID NOT allow me to fuck!  yeh yeh whatever, i get it - how the hell are you meant to look mrs kim in the eye again when your childhood best friend who you talked up to be an angel fucked her only son on the fold out couch. yes i get it, stop rolling your eyes at me.  either way, its still the dry season down here. miss you, love you. bye. 

It’s funny how jet lag after coming home from a holiday feels almost identical to a hangover; it’s a painful reminder that something that was quite enjoyable is over. The headache feels almost the same, along with the cotton mouth, hunger, dehydration and utter disappointment and resentful emptiness that the fun you were having is completely done - but only one makes you hurl your guts out at the smell of orange juice. Condolences to those who are unlucky enough to hurl in both instances. 

Either way, that’s where you found yourself - Thursday night, half unpacked suitcase lay in the middle of your living room, eyes bloodshot and staring blankly at the television; an all consuming headache pounding between your temples. Lucky for you, you knew a sure fire way to get rid of it without painkillers. Insert Mr. Pene Falso. No literally, insert it. You didn’t call your vibrator Fake Penis in Spanish not to insert it. And in case anyone hasn’t caught on yet, an orgasm legitimately helps get rid of a headache. Try it next time. 

As ever, positioning is important - preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down to your ankles, one leg completely fished out. Sideways lean, cushion under one elbow, completely bare leg propped up onto the couch; allow for maximum spread when those pre-orgasm hip rolls start. Set Mr. Pene Falso on one, there is no need to go hard straight away - ease into the session, let the endorphins build. You have been deprived of a real penis for a while, so you know you’re eager; but a little self control will yield the most delicious of results. 

You will run the long race to Destination Stimulation and you will bite that bottom lip as your eyes roll back into their sockets as your long awaited, slow built, easy increase of settings on Mr. Pene Falso brings home the most delectable of orgams. It will not be a dry night, no sir. So lower that beautiful vibrating, bright pink silicone wand onto your clit-- 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

Who the fuck..? Your eyes snapped to the front door, your hand clenched around your vibrator just millimetres away from your clit. A small loosening of your grip dropped the angle and the tip of your vibrator dipped against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. A gravely moan escaped you; your focus immediately brought back to the task at hand. Literally. 

Ignore it, it’s probably no one important. That’s what you told yourself, shaking your head and leaning back against the couch once again. You licked your bottom lip at the enticing notion of self-induced euphoria. Spreading your legs further than before, you corrected your grip and pushed Mr. Pene Falso into you. Your head dropped back involuntarily, your teeth marked your bottom lip and those pre-orgasm hip rolls started slowly. It felt devine, finally some release; a little bit of pleasu--

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

“Who the fuck?!” 

“Pal’s Pizza!” 

Tossing Mr. Pene Falso aside, you yanked on your sweatpants, wiped the one bead of sweat off your brow and stampeded to your door. 

“You got the wrong house, buddy!” Ripping it open, your rage was greeted with a face you had not seen in a long time. Your eyes blew wide, as the eyes of the man before you narrowed; complimenting the smirk etching across his face. The ever familiar smell of cheetos, weed and pepperoni of years passed filled your nostrils and nostalgia wasn’t a word you wanted to use in that instance, but repressed memories were being dug up nevertheless. 

A few moments of stone-cold silence passed before a subtle hum started to invade your auditory peripherals. Leaving your eye-line, Mr. Pal’s Pizza leaned sideways, throwing his smirk into the apartment behind you and directly onto the bright pink silicone wand still vibrating on your couch. All colour drained from your obviously stiffened face. 

He scoffed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your alone time. Mind if I join you instead?” 

Day 106

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass did you know that there’s a woman in Georgia, who due to a rare disorder, experiences hundreds of orgasms a day? she’s just persistently aroused and will climax any time, anywhere - even in the most obscure of places. whereas I cannot even have one, in my own goddamn apartment.  because you will never guess who delivered a pizza to the wrong house last week. Crusty Jae. Yyu heard me. Fucking Lim Jaebeom from high school! Who by the way, still looks like a tryhard 2006 Skaterboi with his stupidly baggy jeans, Stussy t-shirt and bad haircut - or lack thereof who fucking knows.  AND he still smells like damp. No no, he doesn’t smell damp. He smells like damp. Like the idea of damp. but istg i could still cut myself on that jawline of his. and come to think of it, I haven’t had pizza in ages.  miss you. love you, bye. 

Day 114 

“Seriously dude, you need to stop ‘delivering pizza to the wrong house’. It’s getting pathetic.” You feigned irritation despite taking the box out of Jaebeom’s outstretched hand.

“Bruh, I am not. The guy’s next door never answered. So you--” He shook back his overgrown fringe and shifted all his weight back, angling his pelvis towards you. His eyes traipsed up and down your frame, saliva clearly pooling under his tongue. “-- get a free pizza delivered by this handsome mug.” 

You didn’t even try to bury the scoff that escaped you as Jaebeom dug two thumbs into his chest; a pungent smugness wafting from his stained Pal’s Pizza t-shirt. You practically laughed in his face. Yet he didn’t waver. 

“You’re still the same overconfident creep from highschool, Jae.” Jaebeom faked offense, a hand slapped on his heart - leaving a faint damp hand print. 

“And I still managed to nab all the ladies.” Sliding his tongue over his top teeth, he winked and you almost gagged. The fact that Crusty Jae, the school’s resident stoner, managed to have the highest body count by graduation is something that still baffled you. Something must have been seriously wrong with the girls who let that inside them. There were rumours of course, but you weren’t willing to explore any of them to prove if fact or not. 

Lifting the lid, you inhaled a glorious whiff of mozzarella and pepperoni but caught Jaebeom scratching his head from the corner of your eye; little flecks of dead skin floated to the ground and you couldn’t help but focus on the flakes of what looked like parmesan on the top of your pizza. Horror ensued, visible in the quiver in your voice. 

“You.. you don’t make the pizzas do you?” 

Jaebeom smirked, and ran a clammy hand through his greasy hair. 

“Nuh babe, I just deliver them.” He punctuated his statement with a wink and pucker of his lips. You were not comforted and turned away before he could see the grimace on your face. You dropped the pizza box onto your couch and fished a twenty-dollar-bill from your wallet and returned to the door to slap it into Jaebeom’s hand. 

“Nuh baby, it’s free.” He insisted with a stupid slanted grin. You shook your head, pushing the money harder into his hand and away from your door. 

“Keep the change.”

“Damn, thanks for the tip.” He smiled softly. Maybe he isn’t so much of a creep anymore. 

“Want a taste of mine?” 

You couldn’t have slammed the door in his face any harder.  

Day 129 

European. What about Lebanese? Kirby? No, too short. Continental? Way too long. But then again Kirby cucumbers have girth, and it’s not all about length. It’s how you use it. Would you go raw? Or would you wrap it? How sturdy are Kirby cucumbers? You’d obviously have to wash it first. Oh shit, could they poison you if it smooshes up while inside you? No, well you eat them so they can’t be too dangerous. How much lubrication would you need? 

“Little to none if you’re warmed up enough.” 

Cutting off your mental ramblings and ripping you back into reality, your head snapped towards the voice. Jaebeom’s voice. Of course it had to be Jaebeom. Why is he suddenly everywhere? 

“Excuse me, what?!” 

“Lubrication. You wouldn’t need any if you’re warmed up. Cucumbers just slide right in.” He said with total confidence as if speaking from absolute experience. If anything, the pompous smile was enough to tell you what he was saying was true. You tried to swallow and gasp at the same time, causing you to start choking in the grocery store. 

“Wh-wait-what, I was saying all of that out loud?!” You prayed it didn’t say all of it out loud. 

Are you really that delirious from lack of sex that your pathetically curious and completely comedic wonderings about cucumbers as dildos was said out loud in the grocery store?! Have you become that incapable of controlling yourself that you can’t even keep being a horny bitch on the inside?! Must you zone out in full stereo?! 

Jaebeom giggled. 

“Maybe. I heard from about ‘What about Lebanese?’.”

You froze, the hand gripping your shopping basket growing dangerously limp.

“So pretty much all of it.” Jaebeom laughed again and reached across you to pick up the thickest Kirby cucumber from the pile and dropped it into your basket. 

“Think of me.”

“What!?” 

His smirk thawed you completely, leaving you standing in a lukewarm puddle of distaste. “Later babe.” 

Seriously, you needed to find every girl who fucked him in highschool and just ask them “WHY?!” 

Day 147

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass he ran out of battery I have no spares I live in a wasteland of despair miss you love you bye

Day 165

ring-ring-ring

“Pal’s Pizza, can I take your order?” 

“Hey Jae, it’s me. The usual please.” 

“Stuffed Crust?” 

“No thanks.” 

“No probs. How about I stuff you?”

“Bye.” 

“See you in twenty minutes!” 

Day 167 

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass I think I’m living in a permanent fever dream today in my tech drawing class my professor told me if I lick the tip I’ll get better results so I asked him, if i let him lick my tip would I get extra credit? HE MEANT MY PENCIL CASSANDRA, HE MEANT TO LICK THE TIP OF MY PENCIL SO I GET THICKER LINES what the fuck is wrong with me?!  oh I know.  it has been 167 days since I’ve had sex ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN DAYS and Mr Pene Falso still does not have new batteries.  miss you love you bye

Day 175

You had never felt more accomplished in your life. In one hand rested your brand new phone, shiny and in-built with all the things to keep your easily distracted brain entertained. No longer did you have to make calls from the decrepit pay phone outside your apartment building. No longer did you have to sit on buses and pretend to like reading. No, you were reunited with the technology of your generation and you were ecstatic. Full time college and part time employment didn’t always meet the needs of your demanding lifestyle, but you saved enough to finally get a brand new phone.

And in the other hand lay two beautiful AA batteries. You know perfectly well what they were for. You were equally as ecstatic. But for some reason there was one person you wanted to talk to about it. 

Your fingers dialed the number almost on their own; muscle memory taking over. It rang six times. 

“Hello?”

“CASS!” So excited to hear your best friend’s voice you tripped on the corner of your rug; your body colliding with the couch. 

“Holy shit, you finally got a phone. Took you long enough.” 

“Shut up, I’ve been busy.” Rubbing the part of your shoulder that managed to miss abundant cushioning on the couch and hit the tiny piece of wooden framework beneath it all. 

“Sure. Busy trying to get yourself off every chance you get.” 

The fingers trying to unscrew the bottom of your vibrator halted; your bottom lip folded between your teeth - a pout formed in your silence. 

“I--” Lost for words you resumed unscrewing the cap, placing one battery into each slot. 

“You’re probably gonna go masturbate after you get off this call.” 

The last battery dropped in with a clang, albeit muffled by Cass’s muffled laughter. 

“You know I’m messing with you right?”

“..Yes.” 

“Good. So how’s Crusty Jae?” She continued to laugh as you groaned.

“Dude, can you please explain how he managed to pull so much in high school?! Please! Am I the only one who doesn’t get it?!” Suddenly incredibly frustrated, you screwed on the vibrator cap with so much gusto that your grip accidentally turned it on; the abrupt buzzing ripping out a quiet yelp. 

“You know his nickname used to be Double Pepperoni.” You scoffed so hard, you felt it in your ribs. “Nuh apparently he was packing.”

“What? Like what, like he always had slices stuffed in his pockets?”

“No, like p-a-c-k-i-n-g.” 

“I highly doubt that flat-ass McGee is huge.” You smirked while Cass tried to stop herself from choking on laughter. “And even if he was, dude, I still don’t understand how that seemingly unhygienic mess can score so much.” 

“Bro, I don’t know either. But from all the girls I’ve ever talked to about him, they all say that whatever he did to seduce them or whatever - their reactions were purely carnal.” You made a pathetic noise, like a dying car horn to highlight your skepticism. “Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap. Fuck him once, have a great time but then refuse to ever bring it up again. Except to me.. Cause after all, it was Crusty Jae.. But that’s beside the point.”

“They’d just ‘snap’?” 

“Yup. Like a fresh green bean.”

“Weird metaphor.” 

“But you got it.”

“Sadly. I’m going to go now.” 

“Happy Orgasm!” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Miss you.”

“Love you.”

“Bye!” 

From putting down one electronic device to picking up the other, you settled into the couch cushions with Mr Pene Falso in hand - recharged and ready to go. Yes, you were obviously going to prove your best friend painfully correct by getting off as soon as you hung up that call, but honestly - fuck it. You deserved it. 

Remember, preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down your ankles, one leg completely bare. Hair pulled up into an overeager and messy as ever bun. Sideways lean. Mr Pene Falso, setting one. 

It’s not meant to be pretty, the faces you pull while masturbating. And the sounds one makes, equally as carnal. But who the fuck cares. You’re doing this for you. And as those pre-orgasm hip rolls get more and more intense as your clit is vibrated right down to Destination Stimulation, you moan in pleasure for you know you are finally getting what you’ve wanted for so lon-- 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

“Hey it’s me!” Your head snapped so fast to the door it cracked every bone in your neck. 

“Jae!?” 

“Yeh, can I come in please?”

“Oh come on, what the fuck!?” Fury swallowed you whole, Mr Pene Falso slamming into the ground in a fit of rage. “What do you fucking want, Jaebeom?!” 

“Please, I need--” Jerking your pants back on, you charged at the door; ripping it open. 

“Need what?!”

“-- to use your bathroom.” Sheepish eyes met your own; blown wide and shaking. Jaebeom stood before you, pizza delivery bag hung loosely in his hand; completely soaked from head to toe. 

“Sorry, it’s fucking pouring outside and I delivered next door and I just want to dry off a little, that cool?” 

His usually loose shirt clung to his body, every inch of his torso outlined. His hair, normally shaggy and overgrown, was completely pushed back off his face; slick and saturated to show every carved line of his face. Was his eyes always this piercing? Or was it only because it was in context with the rest of his beautiful face? 

“So..?” Jaebeom reeled you back from your slow descent and you shook it off violently. 

“Uhh yeh, that-that way.” Throwing a thumb over your shoulder to show him the way, Jaebeom slinked past you; a marginal waft of damp weed followed behind. 

What has gotten into you? This is Crusty Jae we’re talking about here. You are not meant to find him attractive. Nothing about him is meant to be attractive. But there you were - standing in your hallway, dumbfounded as you watched Jaebeom take off his shirt and wring it into your sink. You tried to tear your eyes away from how broad his shoulders were, or how all the muscles around his waist tensed as he squeezed all the water out of his shirt. You couldn’t even fight off the shiver that crawled down your spine when you watched his triceps flex when he pushed his hair off his face. You swallowed hard when that shiver landed right between your legs. 

“Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap.” 

He didn’t see you come up behind him but he felt the hand you placed in the middle of his back. Turning to face you, his eyes were as dark as yours were crazed.  

“Sup.” His cheeto breath didn’t deter you.  

“You’re a pal, right?” You swore you couldn’t sound any more desperate. 

“Says so on my shirt.” You couldn’t quite figure out if it was Chipotle or Flamin’ Hot cheetos. But it wasn’t the time or the place. You had needs. 

“Be a pal then.” Jaebeom quirked a lewd and curious brow. “Get me off.” 

The speed of which he had his hands under your arms and lifting you onto the benchtop was frighteningly fast. Your shirt was pulled hastily over your head and thrown aside, your pants were torn down your legs equally as fast. You had no time to question, no time to doubt - not when Jaebeom’s mouth was on yours, his tongue rolling over your teeth as if searching for hidden cheetos in your cheeks. But with the way his thumb circled over your clit through your underwear, you weren’t going to complain. Go on, fish for those cheetos baby. 

Through wet and messy kisses, your hands tracked down his chest; stopping at his belt buckle. Of course, you thought, it was one of those snap closure canvas belts - ridiculously too long and matched his ridiculously baggy jeans. Nevertheless, you snapped open the buckle, fished it out of the loops and his pants fell instantly to the ground. 

Jaebeom broke away from your mouth, leaning back to make room for his hands to pull off your underwear; just to have his lips crash back into yours the moment the lace garment hit the floor. 

“Conmg-do. Cone--. Con-” You mumbled against his mouth. Strong hands pushed against his chest; disappointed eyes flashed for a moment, before turning devious at the sight of your naked breasts. 

“Condom.” He nodded and you swung around to grab one from the medicine cabinet. Rounding back to face him, you saw his underwear was on the ground, his very erect penis greeting you fully. Double Pepperoni…  

He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, slid the condom expertly onto his length and caged you against the mirror in one fluid movement. He waited, paused for effect if you will and you weren’t having any of it. One hand scratched into his hair, the other pulled on the chain around his neck.

“Oh, you want me to stuff you do you?” Said with total hubris. 

“Like cheesy crust.” Who have you become?! 

Jabeom’s heavy hands found themselves on your hips, pulling you down onto his dick. He filled you wholly, deliciously; throbbing against your walls so achingly good that you didn’t even care that you could feel crumbs of garlic bread that did not belong to you in your mouth. 

He pounded you roughly; each thrust making you bounce on your porcelain sink. His hair, still wet, dripped onto your shoulder and down your back as his teeth marked your neck. Your bathroom began to fill with lewd and erotic noises, squelches and squeaks of wet flesh against wet flesh and some against hard surfaces. 

Jaebeom snapped his hips harder and harder into you, moans tumbled from your mouth as the orgasm you have craved for finally rounded the horizon. He was merciless, relentless, completely determined to drive you home. 

You yanked harder on the fist full of hair in your hand, ripping a loud and gravely groan from Jaebeom. Not one to be upstaged, Jaebeom shoved his hand into your hair, tangling his fingers into your bun and pulling down to expose more of your neck to him. His pace had not slowed down at all. 

He marked your neck, sucking and biting on your flesh so gloriously that you began to mewl - high pitched and needy, and it’s what sent Jaebeom over the edge. His hips snapped harder, forcing his dick deep into you; hitting spots you had forgotten about completely. 

Different colours were flashing behind your eyelids and you were close, so close. 

And as Jaebeom neared climax, he tore his hand out of your hair. Though in his earlier fervour, got so much of it tangled around his fingers and stuck under his ring, that your whole body was torn sideways and off the bench. 

Landing on the floor, shocked eyes watched Jaebeom ejaculate all over your sink as your own orgasm retreated away; shrivelling up into dust and blown away in the wind - his hand still stuck in your hair. How the fuck, wasn’t he wearing a condom, you thought, only for you to reach down and find it stuck inside your vagina, half hanging out. There was literally nowhere lower you could go. This, this is rock bottom. 

“Haha, holy fuck. Sorry babe.” Jaebeom leaned down and carefully untangled his fingers out of your hair. Towels were passed around for hygiene purposes and you almost vomited when you saw cheeto crumbs wedged between Jaebeom’s butt-cheeks. 

You weren’t really sure what happened after. You think Jaebeom said something crass. Or maybe he said thank you. In a crass way. Either way, he eventually left and the two hour shower you took still didn’t make you feel clean. Especially not after finding a half-dried pearl of cum on your toothbrush. 

But there was one thing you knew for sure. You totally snapped. 

Day 0

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass in the interest of our friendship and for the purposes of full transparency it has been 1 day since ive had sex and we will never speak of it again

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Bitter Tears, Forever Love

Part One

Summary/Arthur’s note: a while back, I fell hard for Ray Stussy & Nikko Swango. 🥺😍 I just love them, and they break my heart. I wanted to so much more for them. Here is the first part of one way, I’d give them more time...this is AU...with its roots ground in the world of the show. Bolded - Real dialogue from the show and the documentary March of the Penguins.

Emmit.

Emmit.

Ray. Fuck.

Ray.

Raymond.

Suddenly, he was above everything. “What the hell happned Emmit?” He went to shake his shoulder. He couldn’t touch him, his hand kept on slipping off. “What the hell? Emmit look at me...what is wrong with you?” He followed his brother’s gaze. “Oh...” He brought his hands to his mouth. “What the fuck happened?”

Closing his eyes, the last hours events played before his eyes. He crouch down beside his brother.

“Why couldn’t we have had our backs? We were brothers!” He yelled as the tears fell.”

A man, with a straight nose, walked down the few steps, into the apartment and walked around his body. He smiled as he came closer to him and Emmit. “Hello Ray.”

Ray looked at his brother and then at the man. He backed away, further against the wall. “Who are you?”

“Let’s just say I’m friendly go between. When you are with me you are between their world and mine.”

The man was of short stature, he had iron gray hair with smatterings of white as he talked to him, he folded his arms. “He’ll be fine in time, come on.” He beckoned to him. “There’s someone else you have to take care of.”

“Nikki.” He breathed. Pain, ripped through him. Though despite that, he got to his feet.

The man nodded. “Now listen, your love was something special.”

“We were simpatico.” He breathed. “Does it still have to hurt?”

“Well, you were not perfect Ray.” The man gave him a compassionate look before continuing. “And that is the downside of love, real love.”

He closed his eyes and inhaled. When he opened them, they were in a bowling ally. “Hey..wait a plumb second.” He looked around. “Where are we?” How had he ended up sitting on a creaky metal seat at a bar and bowling ally of all places.

“Let’s just say its a place of pause.” The man shrugged. “Would you like a drink?”

“I can have one?”

“Yeah.”

“Beer, please.”

The man smiled.

A tall, glass was slid in front of him. “This is ok?”

The man nodded.

Grabbing the glass, Ray opened his mouth the amber liquid slid into mouth. It was bubbly and crisp just the way he liked it.

He only took that sip before turning to the man. The chair was solid even though it sounded like it could collapse at any moment. “Is this life? Am I going to carry this anguish...this pain?”

“That is the nature of existence. Life is suffering.”

Ray nodded. Looking ahead of him. Bittersweet anguish filled him once, images of his time with Nikki came to him. That last moment, came to him. Why the damn, had he not kissed her goodbye?

Because the bravery, the strength he felt whenever he was around her had filled him. He had just known, he’d be back with her. He’d ease her pain. He hold her while she’d drift off watching some documentary about animals or insects. She loved watching those things.

He still remembered the smile that curled her lips, how bright her eyes were when he gave her the dvd of March of the Penguins. He’d give anything to be back at that lazy afternoon.

.....the emperor penguin decided to stay, to live and love in the harshest place on Earth.

Nikki, nestled closer to his side. His arms were draped around her delicate, curves that were all in the right places. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. The sweet, fruity scent of her shampoo filled his nose making him smile.

“I’d go to the ends of the earth to be with you, to take care of you, Nikki.”

She looked up at him and smiled. Her eyes shimmering. “Oh, Ray do you mean it?”

He nodded. “Yes.” He kissed her nose softly. Bringing a gentle giggle.

Meowwwwww.

Like that, it was gone. Though her giggle still echoed in his ear.

Focusing, a sweet little kitten sat where the beer had been. He smiled at it. The kitten, looked back at him, blinking a little.

Meeooowwww.

“Wow, your will is strong Ray.”

Ray jumped a little not realizing the man was still there. He was still confused about all of this.“Oh?” He didn’t feel strong, more like a rung out towel or a deflated balloon.

“You transported back into your memories.” The man smiled. “That is why I am giving you this chance. The love you two shared.”

“Could I do that again?” Ray raised an eyebrow.

“Not if you want to feel her touch, really feel her touch. I mean.”

“I’m confused.”

“Now, Ray. I need you to focus.”

“Alright.”

The kitten, laid down and rested its head on its paws. It still looked at him. Ray gave the kitten another warm smile, it was awfully cute.

“As I said earlier, you have to take care of someone.”

He nodded.

“In reality, the two of you were meant to be together quite a bit longer...”

“Nikki and I?”

The man nodded.

Tears filled his eyes again, he didn’t bother wiping them away. He let them fall down his cheeks.

“We can’t stop accidents. They happen. What happned to you Ray was one of those accidents.”

He nodded. The kitten reached out and padded at his tears that fallen onto the bar.

“So here is my proposal. I will let you go to her. I am certain, she will take you in.”

“Why wouldn’t she?”

The man chuckled. It was not demeaning, it expressed a knowledge of the ages.

“She won’t see you as you are now. Though I am almost certain she will feel that its you.”

“So how do I do that?” He rested his head in his hands careful to not squish the kitten. He felt hopeless.

“You will become that kitten.”

“What? How?” He pulled back and looked at the man and then the kitten then back at the man.

“Right now you are a wandering soul.”

Ray, patted himself.

“A soul is what gives a body its substance so patting yourself, you will feel solid.”

“Oh..ok.”

The man continued. “I will allow you to go into this body, this kitten to keep an eye on her.”

“Any other options?” His brow furrowed. How could he protect as a kitten. A tiger...a lion not a kitten.

“You could continue in this state. You would be wandering, lost in memories till someone else decides you deserve a chance. By then she may no longer Nikki.“

“But how....I don’t even how..”

The man held up finger. “I take care of the particulars.”

Ray took a breath. “Then, yes....as beautiful as the memories are I need to be with her. I want to keep her safe.”

“Wise choice Ray.”

******

He shivered, blinking he looked up and saw the number thirty four on the door, it was so large. Looking, down he lifted one...then the other. It had all been true. He was now that kitten. He inhaled and exhaled, then shivered again. You’d think with that fur, he’d be warmer he thought.

How am I going to get in there? Looking up he noticed that she had propped the door open. Oh, she was gonna be a handful but then again, that’s why he had loved her.

He pushed the door open, then springing forward he managed to hop in before the door came to rest against the latch.

Where should he go, he mused. Spying the bed, he jumped up and then using his claws he climbed the rest of the way up. Once up, he saw that the blankets were still wrinkled and rumbled from her laying there.

Seeing, the alarm clock it had only been forty minutes since he had left. Wow, only that long, it had felt like a life time.

Going to the pillows, he sighed. They were still warm from her. Lost in the moment, he rolled against the warmth that lingered.

Hearing the door creak, he looked over and saw that she had returned with ice. He immediately sat up, proper till she would notice him. On the tv, was god awful looking insect. Before he could keep his mouth shut he let out a meow. Half of it was in disgust the other half instinctual fear that now was the part of him a cat. He immediately, looked over to where he last saw her.

Her face had grown pale, as mask of fear etched and contorted her fine features. Though they almost immediately softened as she looked down at him. He took a few steps toward her.

“Why hello there?” She reached out with hesitant fingers, just barely touching him before pulling back. “How did you get in here?”

He meowed. He was still annoyed that she propped open the door though he knew how she desperately needed that ice for her bruises.

“Oh! She whispered, turning she closed and locked the door. She smiled at him.

“Wanna keep me company while I wait for Ray to come back?”

He meowed again, he was growing sad again deapite being with her. Eventually, he would not return and the hope in her voice would fade.

“Alright, kitty come on over.”

She came around to the other side of the bed. After stuffing some fresh ice into the rubber pouch she had used earlier, she winced and made sounds that still killed him as she went to lay down. She finally came to rest against the pillows again.

He just sat there dumbfounded, looking at her.

“Well don’t sit so far away. If you’re gonna keep me company you have to be closer.”

He went over to her, staying on the side he had always favored.

Sighing, she smiled before gesturing to the tv. “We’ll watch this till he comes back. That should be any moment now.” Wincing she put the rubber pouch on a purple bruise that marred the gentle curve of her hip.

He was too nervous to lay down. He sat properly near her. Her finger tips just grazing him. “These are very informative you know. You can learn quite a bit watching documentaries.” He looked at her and then at the tv. How she could watch these particular insects was beyond him. But that was his girl. She loved it. So he’d watch them with her.

“You, know I think Ray will like ya. Maybe we will keep you.” He felt as her fingers touched him a little firmer, he leaned ever so lightly into her fingers. Before he knew what he was doing, a purr came from him. Her giggle filled the room. “Aw, I think I am growing fond of you too.” He held his breath with what she did next. Carefully, she placed him on her stomach, she looked at him closer. “I don’t see a collar. Do you need a family?” He meowed. She was softer then any pillow. “How could someone give you up?” He tilted his head as he looked at her and purred once again. A large smile spread across her face again.

Her attention was drawn back to the tv. He always enjoyed when she talked. Anything and everything that was on her mind, she’d tell him. She was always so impassioned about something.

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Wasted Times — Pjm

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM.

Word count: 5.8k

Admin: Melanin

Two weeks, nine days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else.

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways.

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘  

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.  

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘  

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.  

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.  

It was killing you.  

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you’re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago.

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could  get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction.

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right?

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way.

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here.

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit.

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside.

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before  adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture.

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively.

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you.  But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours.  Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water.

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons.

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy.

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine.

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much.

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls.

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass.

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass.

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you.

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you.

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.  

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt.  The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears.

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.  

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways.

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out.

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you.

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices,  every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now.  With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again.

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm.

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you  again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down.

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips.

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers.

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’

‘’ Promise?’’

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

[lawssword]

Five

Here’s the first part of the epilogue (ig thats what we’re calling it) there will be another chapter soon

If you haven’t read Marks Leave Scars you should definitely do that first! Here

and here’s the ao3 link to this. Here

5 Years Later

Law just wanted a monster. He was exhausted. Another stretch of sleepless nights plagued him. Every couple of weeks Law would get caught up in the what-could-have-been. What he could have had if he had done things a little different. If he had listened to Luffy all those years ago.

At this point, it was likely that he’d never get to see Luffy again, at least not in person. Law saw Luffy in social media all the time, he kept tabs on him. How could he not? The Strawhats were doing better than ever. It wasn’t hard to keep an eye on him.

Luffy was happy, at least he seemed happy. And that was enough for Law. Law had been aware for years, that Luffy was the love of his life, but it really hit him last year. Last year, when he got another mark. The entire situation only helped Law realize how much he wanted to be with Luffy.

Law made his way down the sidewalk. The streets were busy with people, which worked out in Law’s favor. He walked to the mini-mart, just a few blocks from his motel room, wearing a hoodie and sunglasses. He had his hood pulled up, of course, sunglasses on. Law found the little corner store and headed inside. Here there weren’t many people. The first thing I did was look around at the people that were none were Tashigi or Smoker, and none of them looked like cops. Still, I kept my head down, got what I needed and got out.

It seemed, in Law’s short time spent in the store, more people were out. Law had learned, over the last five years to walk with his head down, to make himself seem smaller. People saw what they wanted to see, and no one wanted to see a man wanted for murder walking next to them. Law was halfway back when he heard it. A laugh he would never forget.

Luffy.

Law looked up and around, searching for his mark. That was his first mistake. He found Luffy ahead of him. Walking towards him actually. Luffy wasn’t alone either. He was with Robin, Brook, and a child. A little blonde boy that couldn’t have been more than 5 years old. What were the chances? Surely, Law must be seeing things. Seriously. what were the fucking odds that he’s run into Luffy now? Then again, what were the odds that Law would walk into an internet-famous influence like Luffy, to begin with? Memories of their last night together surface in Law’s mind.

The half-drunk, somewhat experimental sex, the next morning that Law hated so much. If the alcohol hadn’t made that night foggy, time sure had. The memories were a different time, almost another life, maybe even from a different person entirely.

Luffy hadn’t seen Law yet, he was too occupied laughing with the boy who could only be Koala and Sabo’s son. Luffy and Robin both held Ace’s hand, swinging him in the air every few steps. Ace definately looked more like his mom than his dad. Sure he had Sabo’s wavy blond hair, but that was Koala’s smile.

Luffy was happy, at least he was right now. Law just hoped he had spent the majority of the last few years just as happy.

Law’s mark pulsed. He had felt almost nothing from it. It’s like it had a mind of its own. It knew Luffy was near and it wouldn’t take no for an answer. Law saw Luffy look down at his wrist and frown. He was only a few paces from Law now. Luffy looked up and looked around. Law looked down at the ground and didn’t dare look up. He watched his feet.

As much as he wanted to see Luffy, to talk to him…to hold him. He knew it was better that he didn’t.

Smoker and Tashigi were watching Luffy. They had been in the same town as Luffy, always. Stussy had tried to get Luffy and Law a place to meet, but every time she got close to Luffy, one of them was there. It wasn’t safe.

At least that’s what she had told him. And Law had learned to trust Stussy. It’s not like he had much of a choice now anyway. His heart pounded in his chest. He could hear Luffy talking to Ace as they got closer.

Law bumped shoulders with someone.

“Sorry,” He muttered, walking faster and trying to get away from Luffy. Away from Robin. If Luffy did notice him, Robin sure would. Law heard their voices behind him.

It hurt to be that close to Luffy and not be allowed to even look at him. He wanted so bad, for Luffy to notice him, for Luffy to follow him so they could be together. Even just for a few minutes. He missed Luffy so damned much. His smile and laugh, his stubbornness and his voice. His lips and his touch. The way he ran his fingers through Law’s hair.

But he heard Luffy’s voice fade into the crowd as more distance was put between them. And he knew it was better this way. Law knew it was better that Luffy stays with his friends. Seeing Luffy meant getting caught. With Tashigi and Smoker being right behind him all the time meant Law needed to be cautious now. If Luffy didn’t notice him, Smoker or Tashigi just might.

Law walked with a purpose now, making his way back to his hotel room. Often, he felt the urge to look behind him, that would make him look suspicious. So Law just walked. His mark throbbed some more. It almost hurt. Like it was lashing out for Law not getting Luffy’s attention. It was unfair, and Law felt childish for thinking that. Law wanted. more than anything to be able to have a life with Luffy.

He made it back to his motel room and dug into his pocket for his room key. When he didn’t find it in that pocket, so he dug into the other one, switching his bag into his other hand too. Then Law patted down his jeans for the key. He found it in his back pocket. What an odd place for it. Law unlocked the door and tried not to think about Luffy. Tried not to think about the life he could have had with him. It’s not like he could do anything to fix the choices he made now. Law really did wish he had listened to Luffy when they argued over Stussy’s offer.

Law got the door open and someone grabbed him. Holy shit, had Smoker found me?

Law swung at whoever touched him. It was instinctual, he hadn’t even looked at who it might be.

Luffy ducked under Law’s swing -wait.

Luffy ducked. Luffy grabbed Law’s arm and pushed him into the wall. Law was too stunned to do anything. Luffy pulled Law’s glasses off.

“I knew it,” He said. Luffy grabbed the edges of Law’s hood and pulled him closer. Luffy’s lips were soft, softer than Law remembered but just as breathtaking. Of course, Law kissed Luffy back, not doing so would go against Law’s very existence. Luffy let go of Law’s hood and wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and bit Law’s lower lip and all of time seemed to be made up in that kiss.

Law was livid for it. The lack of closure made it all that more meaningful. It was like they were back in Flevance all over again. Law wrapped his arms around Luffy and pulled him closer. There was plenty they should talk about, plenty they really should work out, but… It could wait.

The two parted, looking into each other’s eyes with heavy breaths. Both unable to find words to speak. What could they possibly say to each other? Luffy had every right to be angry at Law, every right to yell and scream at him over the way Law left him. And Law had so much to apologize for, so much he wanted to say to Luffy.

So much time had passed, it was almost ridiculous to hang on to such things. The black marks were the only concrete things between them.

Law almost couldn’t bare Luffy’s big brown eyes staring into his very soul. Law leaned in, hesitantly at first, then all at once. He kissed Luffy again, wrapping both arms around him and hugging Luffy close to him.

Law pushed his hotel room door open and pulled Luffy inside. Once they were in Law pushed Luffy against the door, effectively closing it. It had been far too long since they were in each other’s arms. Luffy pulled Law’s hoodie into his fists.

It was several moments before Law finally came to his senses. He pulled away from Luffy and pushed him away.

“You shouldn’t have followed me.” Law couldn’t even look Luffy in the eyes as he spoke.

“That’s what you have to say after five years?” Luffy sounded disappointed and annoyed all at once.

“You could have just put both of us in danger,” Law muttered, still not looking up at Luffy.

“I don’t care,” Luffy decided.

“That’s bullshit,” Law retorted.

“What’s bullshit is you leaving and only leaving me a fucking note, which was also full of bullshit.” Law had nothing to say to that.  

“I’m so mad at you but I miss you so much,” Luffy admitted. He frowned. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I-I didn’t want to put you in the position of choosing between me and your life,” Law said. “With everything that you had going on, I couldn’t do that to you.��

“So you decided to give me no choice at all?” Luffy asked. “You just made a decision that changed my whole life without even telling me!”

“Luf-”

“No!” Luffy snapped. “It’s no fucking fair!” Luffy stepped back and clenched his fists. “You’re everything to me and you just left. Do you have any idea how I felt when I woke up hungover and you were gone? I didn’t even see you’re damned note until the next day.” Luffy’s eyes teared up.

“And when I showed up in Flevance without you. You should have seen Fai’s face because her first thought was that you were dead.

"And the fucking cops and detectives that wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. They still come to talk to me every few months.”

“Love, I’m sorry,” Law said. Law stepped closer to Luffy and cupped Luffy’s face in his hands.

“I really am, so sorry for the way I left,” Law said quietly, looking into Luffy’s puffy eyes. “I wish I would have listened to you… I hate that I had to leave at all. But I don’t think there’s any way I would have changed it.”

“Torao-”

“If I told you, you would have come with me, wouldn’t you?”

“…yeah…”

“That’s what I thought.” Law brushed his thumb against Luffy cheek. “I love you, okay? There’s nothing that will change that. I love you so much,  and I can’t let you give up what you have for me, not your friends, not your family, and not your career. If you left with me, you’d have to put your whole life on hold and I’m not okay with that.”

Luffy’s lip trembled.

“I love you too,”  Luffy said. He kissed Law. Luffy pushed Law back, stumbling over his feet as Law fell onto the bed that was behind him.  Law caught himself on the mattress, to keep Luffy from falling on top of him altogether as Luffy plopped down and straddled Law’s lap. Did Luffy intend on sleeping with Law?

Fuck, Luffy didn’t know, but he wouldn’t try and keep it from happening. He wanted Law so bad, he wanted Law to pull on his hair and kiss his neck, to run his fingers through Luffy’s hair and down his spine. Luffy wanted to lay on Law’s chest and follow the lines of Law’s tattoos with his fingertips. He wasn’t sure if Law wanted. He didn’t have the same feel for Law’s boundaries as he used to. Luffy pulled away, playing with the zipper of Law’s hoodie.

“Can I?” Luffy asked, meeting Law’s eyes. Law nodded. Luffy pulled Law’s hood down and gently kissed Law. He unzipped Law’s hoodie and pushed it off Law’s shoulders. The sweater came off and Law wrapped his arms around Luffy and kissed him.

Luffy ran his hands through Law’s hair, he missed how soft it was.

Law slid his hands underneath Luffy’ shirt, Luffy couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted Law. Wanted his touch and his lips all over Luffy’s body. Law’s cool hands on his sides were a tease compared to what Luffy was longing for. Luffy pulled away and Law started to kiss his neck. Luffy couldn’t help the small hum that left him at the feeling of Law’s lips on his skin.

“Torao?” Luffy asked

“Hm?”

“I want you a lot right now.” Law hugged Luffy a little closer, making their bodies completely pressed together. Law kept kissing Luffy’s neck and brought a hand down to Luffy’s thigh.

Law pulled back.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” Law murmured. He kissed Luffy’s neck again and bit his skin. Law’s hands found their way back under Luffy’s shirt, this time pulling it up and over Luffy’s head. Law trailed his fingers down the scar on Luffy’s chest. It had become smaller over the years, not by much, but Law could tell. Luffy closed the gap between them and kissed Law hooking his arms around his neck and rocking his hips against Law’s. Almost instantly, Law became hard for Luffy.

Luffy tugged on Law’s shirt, hating the clothing for keeping them apart. They parted as the shirt came over Laws head for a mere instant before they were kissing again. Their movements became more feverish at every passing second. An awful mixture of wanting to cherish every moment. the two shared and desperately craving the other’s touch.

Law dragged his fingertips down the middle of Luffy’s back and he moaned against Law’s lips. Law’s hands wandered to Luffy’s ass. Luffy gasped when Law squeezed him, and his persistent grinding came to a halt.

Law wrapped an arm around Luffy’s back and laid Luffy onto the bed. He kissed Luffy’s neck down to his collar bone, at the same time, undoing Luffy shorts and pushing them off him.  Luffy kicked his sandals off to help Law out.

Luffy took his sweet ass time freeing Law of his pants. Law pressed his thigh against Luffy’s hard dick and kissed Luffy. Not forgetting how much Luffy liked his hair being pulled. Luffy moaned.

“I don’t have lube,” Law said. Luffy honestly didn’t expect Law to have any anyway.

“I don’t care,” Luffy sighed, Luffy took Law’s hand and brought Law’s finger to his lips and started to suck them. Luffy moaned with Law’s finger in his mouth and moved his body against Law’s.

“Damn, you are so hot right now,” Law said. Luffy hummed and pulled Law’s fingers from his mouth. Law quickly kissed down Luffy’s chest, over the scar, and down his stomach.

“Ahh, Traffy,” Luffy moaned when Law took the length of Luffy’s dick into his mouth. Law spread Luffy’s legs a little further apart and pushed a finger into Luffy’s ass.

Luffy tangled his fingers into Law’s hair.

Law added another finger, then another and stretched Luffy out while bobbing his head. The noises that came from Luffy made the hairs on Law’s arms stand. The only real downside was that Law couldn’t see the expressions Luffy made when he moaned.

Luffy pulled the blanket into his fists, given different circumstances, Luffy would have absolutely loved this. But right now, all Luffy really wanted was Law to be close to him, and this did not feel close enough.

Law pulled his finger out of Luffy and pulled away from Luffy’s dick.

Law pressed his own hard cock into Luffy’s ass. Luffy moaned and dropped his head back onto the mattress and wrapped his legs around Law’s hips.

“You alright, Love?” Law asked leaning over Luffy. Luffy wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him.

Law complied but pinned Luffy’s hand’s to the mattress and interlocked their fingers. Law started to move, thrusting into Luffy slowly. Luffy moaned into their broken up kisses. His eyes started to water and his breathing got heavier.

“Torao!” Luffy whined, squeezing Law’s hands. Law let go of one hand and dragged his fingers down Luffy’s chest and stomach. Luffy’s nails found their way into the skin of Law’s back. Fuck, he missed that.

“Oh, fuck,” Law moaned between their kissing with the nearly forgot stinging sensation and the tightness of Luffy’s ass.

Law picked up his pace and those waves of pleasure he knew were only from the marks they shared rushed through him. Law hummed and moaned with Luffy. Law squeezed Luffy’s throbbing dick and stroking it, moving his hand over Luffy’s dick to match Law’s thrusting.

“Fuck, Torao!” Luffy moaned and panted. The waves from their marks grew more intense than Law remembered them ever being.

“Torao- ahhh,” Luffy moaned as he orgasmed, the bliss that came from Law’s mark was just enough to push Law into an orgasm too. Almost at the same time as Luffy.

And it really was bliss that came from their marks. Luffy moaned, nearly screaming really. Law pulled away panting just as hard as Luffy was.

He pulled out of Luffy both of them moaning with the movement. They moved to a more cuddle friendly position on the bed.

Luffy pulled the cover from under them and Luffy laid on Law’s chest with Law in his embrace and Law wrapped his arms around Luffy. Neither of them spoke until their breathing had long since evened out.

Luffy played with Law’s hand, drawing nameless shapes into the back of it and occasionally leaving a kiss or two there. The complete comfort with Lw was lulling him to sleep.

“Torao, don’t let me fall asleep, ‘kay?” Luffy mumbled.

“Guess you’d better not let me fall asleep either, huh?” Law said. He had been drawing his own shaped on Luffy’s arms, following Luffy’s toned muscles.

“Deal.” Luffy’s yawned. He turned Law’s hand over and traced the lines in Law’s palm, following one down to Law’s wrist, down to his marks.

Oh, there was a mark next to Luffy’s. A black one.

“When did this happen?” Luffy asked, dragging his finger over the mark.

“Hm?” Law hummed looking down to see what Luffy was talking about.“Oh, last year.” Luffy stared at it for a moment, wanting to ask another question, but not sure he really wanted to know the answer.

“Are you with them?” Luffy asked quietly. It had been five years, it wasn’t absurd to think Law was with someone else. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt…

“Tch, what kind of person do you think I am? I wouldn’t have had sex with you if that were the case,” Law scoffed.

“Good,” Luffy muttered still tracing over the mark. He hated it. This was his Torao and no one else’s. “Who?”

“A waitress from Mock Town,” Law said, pausing as Luffy spread Law’s fingers apart.

“She was pretty and could probably eat just as much as you.”

“Did anything happen with you guys?” Luffy murmured. Law smiled at the thought of Luffy being jealous.

“Aside from some unintentional flirting, no,” Law said. “I don’t think I could be with anyone but you, Love.” Luffy smiled and kissed Law’s hand.

“You say that because I’m the only mark you’ve had a relationship with,” Luffy said, looking up at Law. Law turned his head and kissed Luffy’s forehead.

“I say that because I’m in love with you,” Law corrected and kissed Luffy’s lips. Luffy was quiet for a minute.

“Torao, I don’t want to go back to not seeing you, I don’t like it,” Luffy said, looking back down at Law’s hand.

“Babe, you know it has to be that way, at least until I can figure out a way to get the detectives off my ass.”

“We’re together now without a problem…”

“Love, you’ve been being followed by Smoker or Tashigi constantly, they’ve been keeping an eye on you, and Fai, and my friends. We were lucky he wasn’t watching you when you followed me back here,” Law explained.

“I just want to be with you…” Luffy mumbled.

“I know, Love, I know.” Law tilted Luffy’s chin up and kissed him. “Me too, but we’re together now so let’s just focus on that, okay?” Luffy nodded and kissed Law.

The two laid in silence for another short stretch of time. Leaving kisses on foreheads, hands, and shoulders. Only to be interrupted when Luffy’s phone rang. “Where?” Luffy searched the covers for the phone.

“Probably where our clothes are,” Law said. Luffy crawled to the end of the bed, giving Law a great view of his bare ass. Luffy retrieved his phone and sat back next to Law.

“Hi, Nami,” Luffy said. Law pressed his hand against Luffy’s lower back and rubbed circles into it.

“Where are you?” Nami asked. Luffy glanced at Law.

“Can I tell her?” Luffy whispered with the phone away from his face.

“Better not to, at least not over the phone.”

“Can’t say!”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Nami asked. “Get your ass back here.” Law sat up and wrapped his arms around Luffy and bit his earlobe.

“I can’t,” Luffy said.

“Because you’re mine,” Law whispered into Luffy’s ear.

“I’ll tell you when I get back.” Law pushed his hand up Luffy’s chest.

“I dunno.”

“Luffy!”

“Relax, I’m not getting into trouble,” Luffy promised.

“I don’t know about that,” Law muttered.

“Fine, you better not be,” Nami said.“Will you at least be back by tomorrow?”

“No promises,” Luffy said.

“Luffy…”

“You’ll understand later,” Luffy said. “I’m going now.” Luffy hung up the phone and left it on the bedside table.

“Do you have to go?” Law asked, pressing his forehead to the back of Luffy’s neck.

“Nope, you’re stuck with me a little longer.”

“Good.” Law pressed his lips to Luffy’s skin. “Come lay with me.” Law leaned back into bed and Luffy got comfortable on Law’s chest. Law yawned and wrapped an arm around of Luffy.

“Hey, you’re not falling asleep on me, are you?”

“Never,” Law promised. Luffy shifted onto his stomach and looked up at Law.

“Traffy, do you ever think about what could'a happened if you didn’t have to leave?” Luffy asked.

“I know it’s kinda dumb and point-”

“All the time.” Luffy smiled.

“Like what?”

“The places around Flevance I still want to show you,” Law admitted.

“What else?”

“Several anniversary dates we’ve missed.”

“Uhuh.” Luffy smiled.

“Little things like waking up next to you and making you breakfast, kissing you goodbye at the airport.”

“Shishishi.”

“And bigger things like getting married,” Law spoke quietly now. “Maybe even raising a family.” “Like kids?” Luffy tilted his head

“Maybe,” Law said.

Five years ago Luffy would have hated that idea. Kids seemed like a responsibility Luffy didn’t want.

But after spending time with Ace…

After watching Koala and Sabo raise Ace, Luffy didn’t think it was so bad.

“That would be really cool,” Luffy said.

“You think so?”

“Yup!” Luffy kissed Law and moved back onto his side.

“I’m going to figure out a way around this,” Law said. “I don’t know how yet, but I will, I promise. Even if I have to turn myself in.”

“No!” Luffy Looked up at Law. “I don’t care how long it takes, but don’t turn yourself in, I don’t want you anywhere near Impel Down.”

“I’m responsible for Dellinger’s and Doflamingo’s death,” Law said.

“You helped kill Mingo,” Luff spoke slowly. “You did it because he was threatening me and my friends because he was using me to control you because he wanted you to kill Koala.”

“How did you know about that?”

“Sabo told me.” Luffy continued, “You helped Stussy because it was the only way you saw out. With Dellinger, it was worse, what he did to you…” Luffy touched the scars that were still all over Law’s arm. “You did it to protect me and Fai, to protect Zoro and yourself. You don’t deserve to be in Impel Down for that.” Law kissed Luffy’s forehead.

“Thank you, Love,” Law murmured.

Law was so warm with Luffy next to him. It was pulling him into sleep. Luffy wasn’t doing a great job as staying awake either. The couple murmured absolute nonsense to each other. Until they fell asleep. They slept through the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

Law woke to the feeling of Luffy tracing over his tattoos. They moved slowly over Law’s chest in that half heart shape. Law didn’t want to move for fear of this being some vivid dreamscape. Luffy’s hand moved over Law’s shoulder and Luffy pressed his hand over the scar on Law shoulder.  

“Morning, Love.” Law doubted it was morning but that didn’t matter. Time was relative anyway. Luffy looked up at Law.

“Morning,” Luffy said with a smile. He kissed Law.

“So much for keeping each other awake, huh?” Law asked, running his hand down Luffy’s back.

“That’s okay,” Luffy smiled and pressed his forehead to Law’s chest. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah.” Law buried his face into Luffy’s hair. Still, he didn’t feel close enough.  "I always sleep better with you.“

"Good,” Luffy hugged Law. “Neh, Torao, when you figure this all out, let’s get married.” Law was quiet. He stilled moved his fingers up and down Luffy’s back. Again, Luffy didn’t think he would have entertained the idea without seeing Sabo and Koala.

“Okay,” Law agreed. The next afternoon, Luffy went back to his hotel room with the rest of the Strawhats. And Ace. His hair was still damp from the shower he and Torao took. When they got out, Stussy was there. She scolded both of them but it was obvious she wasn’t very upset with them.

“Welcome back, Luffy,” Robin greeted.

“Luffy!” A small voice shouted, running up to Luffy. Luffy scooped up his nephew in his arms and hugged him.

“Hi!” Luffy smiled.

“There you are!” Nami said, coming out of her room. “Where were you?”

“I’m a bit curious too, you did just take off yesterday without saying anything,” Robin said. “I was with Torao,” Luffy said.  There was a moment of silence.

“Oh?”

“What?”

“He passed us while we were walking yesterday, so I followed him.”

“How is he?” Robin asked.

“He’s alright, he’s tired of being on the run and all.”

“He and Stussy haven’t figured anything out yet?” Luffy shook his head.

“Who’s Torao?” Ace asked.

“He’s my mark, see,” Luffy showed Ace his wrist.

“What are those?” Ace pointed to the scars on Luffy’s wrist.

“Those are scars,” Luffy said. Ace ran his thumbs over Luffy’s wrist, holding it close to his face and studying the marks there.

“What time is the flight?” Luffy asked. “That’s today, right?”

“It’s in two hours, you should make sure his stuff is all together,” Nami said.

“Is your suitcase packed?” Luffy asked Ace. Ace shook his head, his blonde hair bouncing as he did.

“Let’s go get it packed, your dad is going to be here soon.”

_

“Stussy-ya,” Law said, watching the door close behind Luffy. “How often does your boss make deals?”

“Usually only when there’s something he really wants from you,” Stussy said. Law nodded. There were a few things he had to offer concerning Flevance and the white lead. There were also a few skills Law was practiced at that could be useful to the government. Sure it had been a while, but Law wasn’t any less sharp in the subject. There was a sickening feeling in his stomach. He didn’t want to do this. He wanted there to be another way but it wasn’t worth it anymore.

“Could you take me to him?”

“A-are you sure?” Stussy asked.

“Yeah.”

“I can get us over there by the end of the week.” Law knew it’d cost him. He knew he’d hate it. But if it meant he could be back in Flevance, with Luffy and Fai, it was worth it. Law didn’t expect to get his entire life back, It had been too long for that.

But to at least have the people back in his life…

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Bring The Heat (I Dare You)

by: letsgetitjk

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Humor, Eventual Romance, college!au, athlete!au, badboy!jeongguk

Relationships: Jeongguk x reader, Taehyung x reader

Length: 1.8k

Brief Summary- When you get involved with the star wide receiver and star running back of your college’s football team due to a technical incident, you end up bringing not one but two love interest in your life in the form of a bad boy gone football star and an enigmatic actor to-be. Will your love story end with a football and leather jacket, or a rose and camera?

Chapter 2

The Meeting

Last night you had grumpily replied to Jimin’s text with an affirmative, agreeing to meet him at his apartment, before heading to bed.

The day had been mostly uneventful leading up to the meeting and you were now headed on your way to his apartment. You bounded up the stairs up to the third floor, passing by a couple of guys as you did. They gave you curious looks but otherwise ignored you. 

Reaching the floor, you slowly made your way down the carpeted hall, checking the door numbers. You spotted their door, or more obviously the large whiteboard that read “JIMIN & JUNGKOOK & TAEHYUNG’s BRO CAVE OPEN FOR BEER AND A GOOD TIME”. You raised a brow at the gaudy title but resigned to knock politely.

A large sound could be heard from the other side as if someone had fallen. The door swung open, startling you, and a handsome guy in an overly large white t-shirt appeared.

“Hey, what’s up?” He gave you a large smile, leaning an arm against the doorframe.

“Uhm, is Jimin here?” He cocked his head.

“Why’re you asking for Chim? Who are you?” Laying a hand on your hip, you looked up at him. “I really don’t think that’s any of your business about why I’m here. Jimin told me to come over and I’m here so,” You gestured in side, “let me in.” The guy looked somewhat stunned, his large eyes blinking down at you. But he didn’t let you in. “You didn’t answer my second question.”

“What?” You snapped, irritated.

“You didn’t tell me your name-”

“Tae!” A sudden familiar voice drifted from inside the apartment. “Is that y/n at the door? Let her in!” You heard a pair of feet approach the front door and there appeared Jimin in a bro tank and sweats, looking freshly showered. He stood a good head shorter that Taehyung (or Tae, as Jimin called him), but was broader and more built than the lanky guy blocking the entrance. “I would’ve let her in sooner, but she wouldn’t tell me her name.”

“Because I had no obligation to, I’m not here for you I’m here for Jimin.” You glared up at him but this time he wasn’t surprised, he only gave you a smirk.

“Right, well come on in.” He pushed himself off the frame before entering into the apartment. You saw Jimin give him an inquisitorial look as you stepped in. Jimin quickly greeted you before showing you into the living room. “Jeongguk’s finishing up in the shower right now- do want anything to drink, a beer, water?”

“Water’s perfect, thank you.” You replied as you sat down on the couch. Taehyung had disappeared somewhere but you didn't really bother to care. You made yourself comfortable as Jimin set a glass of water in front of you, cracking open a beer for himself as he sat down next to you.

“So have you called the tech guys or whatever?” He asked, taking a swig. You hummed. “I did, but their line was disconnected,” Jimin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So I went to their website, and apparently they're moving location downtown and won't be up and running until next week.” You gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry, that must be an inconvenience.”  he shook his head, looking laidback. “At least now we know about how long you’ll need Jeongguk’s laptop for.” You nodded, sipping at your drink. There was a pregnant pause.

“So, football huh?” You started. Jimin laughed. “Yep, pretty damn tough but it feels good gripping the ball as you run down field for a touchdown.” you hummed again around the rim of the cup.

“You sure have a lot of memorabilia hung up. I guess I'm not surprised, school spirit and all.” Your eyes skimmed over the large purple felt flag with the college name on it. A poster of a panther on the prowl with large block letters read 'Panther Pride’ over the tv. Jimin looked over at you, a strange look on his face. “What?”

“You don't have any school paraphernalia? At all?” You shook your head.

“I never watched college football, only professional.” Jimin opened his mouth, then closed it. “Is it really that horrible that I don't own anything?” You asked, a little bit embarrassed.

“Well, seeing as our team has been leading the division since the beginning of the season, along with having some of the highest stats among our players with a holding record of wins in the past four years, then, yes. It is.” You let out a small 'oh’.

“I mean it might be different if our team sucked-” he chuckled at your sheepish expression.

“But you're not.” You finished. Jimin nodded, a smile playing on his lips. “Maybe now you'll start coming to games now.” You laughed. “Yeah, I might just do that.” You two sat in silence for a minute. You didn't hear the pipes or water running, and you were starting to get irritated. You had work at 9:00 and it was already 8:30.

“How long does it take for a guy to shower?” You huffed. Jimin gave you a sympathetic look. “I'll go check to see-” but before he could finish, you saw Jeongguk appear from down the hallway. Not a fully dressed Jeongguk, no, of course not. You were shown the unpleasant sight of a practically naked Jeon Jeongguk.

With a white towel wrapped around his unrealistically slim waist and another one around his neck, he stepped into the living room. “Put some clothes on!” You shouted, shielding your vision from his tattooed chest. You had only caught a glimpse, but it didn't seem to be as heavily tattooed as Hoseok’s rumor had said.

“Jeongguk I told you that y/n was gonna be here. Go throw on a hoodie or something man.” You heard Jimin squeak, equally embarrassed as you were. You heard a mumble of words before receding footsteps and a door closing. You looked up, face hot, to see Jimin watching the hall with an irritated expression. “Sorry about that, y/n.” You sighed.

“It wasn't your fault, you're not his fucking mother.” Jimin snorted and mumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “I sure feel like it”.

Jeongguk reappeared with a black Stussy hoodie on and black ripped jeans, dark hair still slightly damp. Taehyung followed behind him languidly before they both sat down in the open chairs adjacent to you and Jimin. You had no idea why Taehyung would have any business being here but you decided against bringing it up.

“So, when’ll you need my laptop?” Jeongguk asked, eyebrow raised. His abruptness caught you off guard, seeing as you were the one that had been waiting half an hour while he did who-knows-what in the shower. Seriously, who did he think he was? With an annoyed look, you reached into your bag and brought out a notebook, opening it to a saved page with your work and school schedules on it. You quickly rushed through telling him about what times you were open and might need the laptop, along with an update on the tech guys.

Jeongguk sat and digested for a second before speaking up, fingers laced in front of him as he leaned forward in his seat towards you. “I have practice in the mornings Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and practice at night Tuesday and Thursday. So you grab the laptop in the mornings and you can come over in the evening when you need it for the week.”

Jeongguk stood up, as if everything was finalized, and it was, but you were offended by the abruptness of his demeanor. I mean, he was indirectly the one to break my fucking laptop. You thought, irritated. And his dismissive attitude did nothing to help your irateness. “How is she supposed to get in?” Taehyung spoke up from his spot in his chair.

“Yeah, how am I supposed to get in if you guys will be gone? Taehyung can’t just wait around to open the door for me.” There was a moment of silence.

“I got it!” Jimin said, smiling. “Cuz both Kook and I will be going to practice, one of us can leave a key on top of the doorframe for you to get in!” You smiled brightly at Jimin.

“That sounds perfect, as long as you guys are comfortable with me being in your apartment.” A sudden thought occurred to you. “Jeongguk do you have a password? To your computer, I mean.” You added, as Jeongguk had looked confused. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as realization came to him.

“Uh yeah, but I can just deactivate it for you.” The more you thought about, the worse you were starting to feel about using another person’s laptop. Even if they said you could, it was kind of an invasion of privacy. You shifted in your seat. “Look, I don’t know about this,” Your eyes met Jimin’s concerned ones before flashing to Jeongguk’s. “I just- feel bad for using your computer.” You sighed, trying to gather your thoughts. “If it was me, I’d feel uncomfortable with someone else using my computer-”

“But Jeongguk isn’t you.” Taehyung interrupted, a smile on his face. It wasn’t the sly and annoying one that you had seen when you’d first met him at the door. This one was sweeter and more open. It surprised you.

“W-what?”

Taehyung sat up more in his seat. “Jeongguk wouldn’t have agreed with doing this if he was uncomfortable with you using it like you said. Right, Kook?” Jeongguk, who had resigned himself to sit back down, knowing it wasn’t the end of the conversation, nodded slightly.

“See? No problems. And y/n, there should be no reason for Jeongguk to be uncomfortable, right? I mean, you aren’t going to go snooping around his computer or try to find his porn stash-” Jeongguk shot him a glare.

“Don’t try me Taehyung.” He said gruffly.

Taehyung waved him off teasingly. “Bottom line is, we can trust you, can’t we?” Both Taehyung and Jeongguk looked at you, waiting for you to respond. It felt like you were being thrown under a bright light and forced to look at it. Their strong gazes made your heart jump to your throat and your face to heat.

You nodded fervently. “Right. And besides, I wouldn’t be interested in Jeongguk’s porn stash anyways, seeing as I’d probably try to actively avoid whatever gross shit he gets off to.” Jimin and Taehyung broke out into laughter, you chuckling also -slightly relieved that their attention was diverted from you- as Jeongguk let out a shout of indignation. Maybe being friends with college football stars and their roommate won’t be so bad.

A/N

I know this chapter is a lot shorter than the last one, but I really wanted to put in a good foundation for the start of y/n’s relationship with Taehyung and Jeongguk without a lot of other things thrown in. Expect a longer chapter next week, and thank you so so much for 80 notes on Chapter 1! I’m so grateful for everyone that enjoyed Bring the Heat and I’ll do my best to keep your interest! 

Xoxo,

Izzy

[changmiii]

Maybe I’m Just a Kid in Love: Chapter 2

Summary: When a mysterious, gorgeous stranger named Park Jimin almost runs over Jungkook on a delivery motorcycle, Jungkook is convinced he has met his soulmate. But between his rising social media fame as a singer, and Jimin's budding relationship with a charming baker, Jungkook's path to finding true love is not going to be an easy one. 

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Words: 2,269

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Previous Chapter

Jungkook's head bumps against the metal pole on the subway as he stares at his phone, aimlessly scrolling through his twitter feed. His inbox is flooded with questions from fans; he hadn't acknowledged his upcoming album since its announcement and questions keep pouring in, wondering when it will come out, and if he plans to perform live after its release. He quickly snaps a selfie with his hood pulled up over his face and posts it so his followers know he's still alive, at least. As usual, he ignores all of the replies in favor of opening up a game on his phone.

   With the distraction of beating the level and the music blasting through his earbuds, he almost misses his stop. He stands up quickly and pushes his way out through the crowds of people flooding towards the escalator, and opens his messages with Hoseok as he makes his way up towards the street. Hoseok’s only directions are vague, describing a gopchang place on the second floor of a building, overlooking a street filled with food vendors. Jungkook is still relatively new to Seoul, but in his time there he’s probably seen at least five different places that fit Hoseok’s description. Sighing, he hits the call button.

   “Jungkook? Are you almost there?” Jungkook can hear the noise of cars on the street and people chattering. At least they aren’t at the restaurant yet, he thinks.

   “I can’t find the restaurant.”

   “Kookie, haven’t you heard of Google Maps—”

   “Hyung,” Jungkook whines, “can’t you just tell me where it is?”

   “You got off at Gangnam like I told you, right?”

   Oh right, Gangnam. Jungkook looks around for a sign. “Um….it says Nakseongdae?”

   “What the fuck, Jungkook, how did you end up in Nakseongdae.”

   “I did what you said, I took three stops on line 2—“

   “You took three stops the wrong way,” Hoseok says.

   On the other side Jungkook hears a muted voice saying, “He got lost again, didn’t he. That little shit I knew he shouldn’t go anywhere alone.”

   “Yoongi hyung I can hear you,” Jungkook says grumpily.

   “Give me the phone—“ there’s a rustle and Yoongi’s voice grows louder. “Look, Jungkook, you just need to take six stops in the other direction, okay? Get off when it says Gangnam. You can read right?”

   “What do I do once I get there?” Jungkook ignores Yoongi’s insult as he makes his way to the other side.

   “Just walk towards a tall twisty building and turn left--“

   There’s another rustle as the phone is snatched away again. “I’ll text you the directions, kay,” Hoseok says. “We got a reservation because Jin’s friends with the owner so you need to hurry.”

   “Thanks hyung,” Jungkook grumbles. He hangs up and gets on the subway, embarrassed.

   Ten minutes later he is walking through the narrow, winding streets of Gangnam, following Hoseok and Yoongi’s vague directions, the smell of food from nearby vendors making his stomach growl. He passes a Cafe Bene, wondering if it’s different from the one he passed moments ago or if he’s been going in circles. Either way, there are no barbecue places in sight.

   He knows the way these streets are laid out, with restaurants offering the same thing grouped together: bulgogi with bulgogi, kalbi with kalbi, yangnyeom chicken with yangnyeom chicken. He could easily ask someone where the gopchang places are located, but that would involve willingly talking to strangers. Jungkook isn’t antisocial persay, but he kind of hates the idea of approaching someone he doesn’t know.

   He ends up on a much smaller side street. The roads are rough and cobbled, with barely enough room for a car to pass through, and he is thoroughly lost. Jungkook picks up his phone and dials Hoseok.

   “I turned right at the sushi place like you said, but now I’m passing like these apartment buildings—“

   Hoseok sighs loudly. “Next time you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself. Okay, just read me the street sign…”

   As he is talking, Jungkook is stepping aside to let a car pass from behind him. Hoseok’s voice fades into the background as a delivery motorcycle suddenly shoots around the corner towards them at a reckless speed. The driver’s head is turned to look at something behind him and he clearly doesn’t see the car coming towards him. Realizing he’s witnessing an impending collision, Jungkook shouts, “look out!” The driver sees the car at the last minute and swerves, unfortunately straight towards Jungkook, who throws himself out of the way and into a pile of discarded pink trash bags and recycling. A huge stack of cardboard boxes come crashing down on him, completely obscuring his vision.

   He lays there in shock, unable to see anything as the motorcycle comes to a stop. He hears feet hitting the ground and boxes are being pulled off of him. Jungkook is greeted by a pair of black combat boots accompanied by equally black, tight jeans that are ripped at the knee. Their owner drops into a crouch and, unable to think about anything else, Jungkook takes in the furrowed browned concerned dark eyes above a black face mask, backwards Stussy baseball cap pulled over blond hair.

   “Jungkook? Jungkook-“ The tinny voice is coming from his phone which is now lying on the pavement. Without taking his eyes off of the stranger, Jungkook reaches over and hits the call end button. He knows his expression is frozen in the blank, open-mouthed, wide-eyed stare his friends always tease him for, but he can hardly do anything about it. The boy’s jeans are stretching over his thighs in his squat and does he work out because damn.

   “Oh my god, are you okay? Dude, answer me.”

   Jungkook comes back to his senses. “Yeah, yeah, I’m…uh…I’m fine.”  He wonders how long the boy had been trying to talk to him. It’s not like he could tell with that black mask anyways.

   As if on cue the boy pulls the mask below his chin, revealing a gorgeous pair of pink lips. Oh no. Jungkook grabs his phone and tries to stand up, sending pieces of stray cardboard flying. He’s barely gotten to his feet when his head starts to throb and he sways towards the ground, only to feel two hands grabbing his biceps firmly. “Shit shit shit, are you okay?” The boy says, looking even more distressed. “Did you hit your head?”

   Jungkook rubs the back of his head. He didn’t hit it too hard— it will probably bruise later but he doesn’t think it’s a concussion. “J-just a little, yeah, it’s fine. I guess I-I stood up too fast.” It’s definitely not the head injury causing him to act like this. Get a hold of yourself, he thinks. What happened to Jeon Jungkook, singer-songwriter sensation, who makes girls squeal just by posting a selca on Twitter?

   “Man, I’m really sorry, are you hurt anywhere else?”

   Jungkook just wants to see this guy smile; his face is stunning even contorted into a worried frown but he can just imagine the way his eyes would lift up—ok hold up, Jungkook needs to get out of here asap. “Nope, I’m fine.”

   “Good thing there were trash bags to cushion your fall,” the boy says, peeling off a napkin that was stuck to Jungkook’s shoulder.

   Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Gross,” he says.

   The boy fucking giggles and his smile is even better than Jungkook imagined. This boy is bad news. “Um, anyways, I gotta go…”

   “Where are you headed?”

   “Um.” Jungkook looks at his phone, ignoring Yoongi’s panicked texts to read the address of the place.

   The boy laughs again, but it isn’t mocking or mean-spirited. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re heading in the wrong direction. It’s that way.” He points where Jungkook had just come from.

   He wills himself not to turn any redder. “Oh. Whoops.”

   “New to Seoul?”

   Jungkook nods.

   “Me too, I moved here a year ago. Hey, want a ride? I’m going that way anyways.”

   “No, you really don’t have to—“

   “Seriously,” he says. “Think of it was me paying you back for almost running you over. Anyways, I go there all the time because my friend knows the owner.”

   “Okay, uh, thanks,” Jungkook says hesitantly. The boy climbs onto the bike and motions for Jungkook to follow. He gets on cautiously behind him.

   “Whats your name?” The boy starts the engine.

   “Jeon Jungkook,” he says over the growling noise as they take off. “You?”

   The boy answers but Jungkook can’t hear him over the sound of the engine.

   They shoot through the streets, wheels bouncing over uneven roads. The boy isn’t exactly a reckless driver but he isn’t cautious either, and Jungkook finds himself gripping the boy’s jacket, heart pounding, as they turn sharply. If they crash and he hits his face on something his career is pretty much over, but Jungkook has already decided that it’s probably worth the risk.

   Yoongi hyung would never let him forget this. It’s been ages since he’s had anything close to a crush, after a rough breakup in high school, and it’s not like he’s known this guy for more than a few minutes but…

   “Why did you come to Seoul?” the boy asks, turning over his shoulder to look at him and narrowly missing a lamppost.

   “Finished high school early,” he says, not wanting to divulge the full details of his music career. “I wanted to go to college here, I guess.”

   “How old are you?”

   “Just turned eighteen.” He turns eighteen in three months, but a white lie can’t hurt.

   “Wow, really?” The boy turns again to shoot him a grin. “I thought you were at least my age— I’m twenty-one.”

   Maybe it’s the adrenaline rush boosting his confidence, but Jungkook returns the smile. “It’s okay, I’m still taller than you.” The older boy just scoffs and they ride in comfortable silence until they arrive in front of the restaurant. Jungkook slides off the back of the motorcycle, breathless from the ride, and looks up at Jimin.

   “Thanks for taking me.”

   “No problem,” the boy says. Ask for his number, Jungkook thinks. You can do this.

   “Yah, Jungkookie!” A body bumps into him from behind and he feels hands ruffling his hair. “Jungkookie!” Namjoon says, “you finally made it!”

   “C’mon,” Yoongi says. “We’re all waiting for you to order.”

   “Have a great meal,” the boy on the motorcycle says, pulling up his face mask to cover his smile, and speeding off with one last wave. Jungkook is just able to catch the label for Tofu House food delivery before he rounds the corner out of sight.

   That whole ride went by in such a blur that he finds himself wondering whether it actually happened.

   He follows Namjoon and Yoongi into the restaurant. Hoseok and Jin are at a booth, grill already smoking in front of them. He sits down, grinning sheepishly as they greet him loudly, teasing him for getting lost. Jungkook just ducks his head, mind still stuck on a certain blond-haired boy on a motorcycle.

***

   “See, I’m a finance major,” Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. “And it’s really hard to get time in the dance studio since I’m so busy and I really do my best not to be disruptive—“

   “I’m sorry, Park Jimin-ssi.” His landlord doesn’t sound sorry at all. “I’ve gotten too many complaints in these past few weeks.”

   “But,” Jimin runs a hand through his now-bleached hair. “But, I never play the music out loud, and I try not to do too many of the jumps—“

   “I’m sorry,” he repeats, looking bored. “but the people in the suite below you keep complaining about the stomping, and the people next to you say you and your roommate act inappropriately and constantly bring strangers into your apartment, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to continue living here if you don’t change your behavior.”

   Jimin gapes. He wasn’t oblivious to the looks his next-door neighbors gave him whenever they saw him and Taehyung together, and Tae said they had made more than a few disparaging comments to some of Taehyung’s few hookups that he occasionally brings home, but he didn’t think they would go so far as to complain to the landlord about it.

   “Thank you, that’s all,” he says, giving him a tight-lipped smile and turns to walk down the hall, closing Jimin’s door behind him. Jimin flops down onto the couch and dials Taehyung on speaker, not even bothering to hold his phone up to his ear.

   “Tae,” he says when his roommate picks up. “The landlord just yelled at me again for dancing.”

   “He’s such a jerk.” Jimin can tell Taehyung has food in his mouth.

   “He says he’ll kick us out! Can you believe it?”

   “Fuck him,” Taehyung says. “I mean like, don’t, but seriously, you don’t even play music.”

   “That’s what I told him!”

   “Yeah, don’t listen to him. If they complain again we’ll just say its the pipes or something, kay?”

   Pipes don’t make thumping noises on the floor. “Okay,” he says.

   “Okay, I gotta go bomb my bio-ethics test, see you!”

   Jimin hangs up with a sigh, knowing full well Taehyung plans to ace his test. Most of their friends think Taehyung is a little bit dumb because of the way he talks, but Jimin knows he cried once because he got an A- on an essay.

[nehswritesstuffs]

So, you guys, I really love world-building, so lemme tell ya: I’m really digging the turn the current OP cover arc’s going down, to the point it’s got me about in equal time with the rest of the story, except the rest of the story has more revealed and now I’m just sitting here week to week with a single panel of information at a time and sorry but ch.1070 spoilers under the cut.

so, like, if we go by the current ages listed, plus the fact that Yonji seems too stupid to lie about it, then we can safely infer that Cesar Clown was a teenage prodigy and that’s why Vegapunk babied him all these years, but also why he’s a whiny piece of shit... he just never matured and showed the negative side of that life

speaking of the Clown--his horns are still there. is he half-mink? DID MR. CESAR’S DAD SHAG A GOAT?! we already know there’s fish-shaggers in this world... so...

also they all look like those rifles should be guitars/basses and we should be ready for a rocking good time

MIZ GARTERS, WHO ARE YOU?! there are multiple possibilities and here are my top twelve:

Kureha (which I think would be in line with Oda-sensei’s sense of humor, tbf, to get people pumped about such a girly and cool look and BAM next week is just an extreme close-up of her 116yo mug)

Stussy (if Stussy is actually a bazillion-year-old vampire)

Olvia (low probability, but possible)

Mrs. Luffy’s Mom (WHERE IS SHE?!)

Vinsmoke Sora (if this is how she met Judge I will be so upset)

Portgas D. Rogue (you’d likely need advanced medical knowledge to be able to trick yourself into being pregnant for 20 months straight w/the same baby, so probability’s better than Olvia that’s for sure)

Lilith (or who she’s modeled after lolololol)

a completely new character who conveniently slats into a bunch of plot holes I’m not even thinking of at this current time

Mrs. Law’s Mom (could be weirder)

an elder Charlotte daughter (again, could be weirder)

gonna go out on a limb and say an okama character, previously seen or unseen, or just some dude whose legs look that damn good in heels and stockings, bc the man loves fcking with us like that

crocodile or an unknown-until-now-sister, for all those who believe in such things (i don’t go here but at this point it’s oda-sensei anything’s possible so I’m open to the idea and won’t be mad if it goes there and knowing a sister used to work for the wg would be enough for iva to dangle over croccy let them be petty idc how or why)

God, I still hate Vegapunk’s face

i mean just look at him

i can’t be mad at oda he gave us so much beefy beefcake over the years he deserves some misses i mean look at zoro’s tits the man’s allowed vegapunk looking punchable

i also need to know if lu feld and du feld are indeed the same person just spelled wrong or the same person just bad alias or two separate people such as an evil and eviler twin

how fcking toxic of a work environment was this I need teaaaa

why rifles tho

i know there’s, like, six people in the background but the way my eyes work is that they perceived an extra torso for no reason towards the bottom of the page and I was wondering for half a moment if the perviest Fruit of them all was gonna get another doomed wielder

oh yeah aloha o’e to this arc’s fashion sense vegapunk does at least have that going for him

can queen stop existing plskthnx

judge did some serious beefing up in a small amount of time wtf

or maybe oda-sensei can’t tell time--don’t blame him if that’s the case, honestly

[ask-oven]

Rae's note: I don't know how fanfics work on here I'd thought on writing a Gala x Stussy fic. They're kind of my Charlotte otp. Hope you like the first part. As Stussy Sky walked away from the exploding castle a tear came into her eye. "I'm sorry Gala," she said. Inwardly she was glad that Gala had been called away from the wedding before everything went down. Her mind started to drift back to the first time she met the ninth Charlotte son. It was at a tea party four years ago. It wasn't a wedding but Big Mom's birthday. This was her second tea party and she was still just as nervous as her first. She sat alone against the wall not knowing what to do. Suddenly someone sat down next to her. He was a normal looking man about her age maybe a bit younger. "Augh I hate these damned things," he said as he sat down"If I have to smile anymore I'll burst a blood vessel." He started to loosen his tie. "Really it's kind of fun. The food is really great. Everyone is happy and laughing. I kind of like it," she replied. "All smoke and mirrors for the most part," said the man, "Point out a member besides Linlin and I can tell you what's wrong with them." "Could tell with me?" she asked curious. He turned around to face her. "Sure I cou cou could, La!" He covered his mouth embarrassed. Stussy was stunned by his beautiful eyes. She had never seen eyes that color before. They were a dark lilac color. They seemed to compliment his black hair and beard. She laughed a little as he turned red. Then he removed his hand and regained his composure, "Sure I could. For one you're too nervous, la," again he blushed. "You don't know anyone besides Linlin and you don't want to leave because that would be rude." "Wow you're good. I only know these people by reputation." "Well I'll be the second you know here. My name is Gala," he said. "Stussy," she replied, You know Gala I don't think I saw you at the last tea party." Gala knew that the last one wasn't a wedding. "Oh well you see Stussy I was on a trip." "Where?" Before he could answer a voice said, "Will everyone go to their tables. The cake is about to served." "Well it was nice talking to you, Gala," she said as they got up. "You too, Stussy, umm would you like to dance with me after the cake, la!" Again he blushed. "Sure," she smiled.

[d4nyo]

U know u luv me 😙 #düsseldorf #fashion #mdc #weoutchea #livefolk #instamood #picoftheday #germany #damndaniel #stussy #man #damn

[stardancerluv]

Bittersweet Tears, Forever Love

Part 1a

Summary/Arthur’s note: a while back, I fell hard for Ray Stussy & Nikko Swango. 🥺😍 I just love them, and they break my heart. I wanted to so much more for them. Here is one way, I’d give them more time...this is AU...with its roots ground in the world of the show.

Warning: Blood, murder (well deserved!)

“Ray, should be back anytime now.” He could see the worry straining her features. She swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the bed. Nervously, she tapped har foot on the floor.

He went over and rested two of his paws on her thigh. From that advantage, he finally could read the clock. No wonder she was getting worried. It was going on two hours that he had left.

Her hand absently petted him. Sometimes, it went with his fur other times not so much. All he cared about was that it brought her a little bit of peace.

She looked down at him. “He’ll be here.” She grimaced and nodded her head. “Probably, got distracted by something. Probably food. Yeah. That’s what he’s doing. Getting us dinner.” She nodded her head. Unsuccessfully, she tried to stifle a yawn. It had been a horribly long day.

With gentle hands she, lifted him and put him more onto the bed. “I need to make some coffee. I don’t want to fall asleep on Ray.”

Getting, up he watched as she grabbed the coffee pot and went into the bathroom. He heard her close the door, he could have heard her turn on the faucet too. He grimaced, always a lady. Despite being alone with just a cat, she still closed the door to take care of her needs.

Relaxing, he stretched out before sitting back up. He inspected his paws, letting his claws came out. Damn. He thought him, what would they look like when he was full on cat.

Licking his paw, be rubbed the top of his head. You heard a noise you couldn’t make out coming from the door. Turning, his fur twitched something was about to happen, he was certain he could feel it.

He watched as the door slowly opened. Had she not locked it? He panicked then remembering he had to breathe. She was distracted, you had not returned.

Who the hell was that? He watched a man slight in stature of Asian decent, crept around the door.

Sounds of water and her puttering around in the bathroom filled the motel room as if she was there with them.

The man’s mouth twitched upward, the half smile made him shiver. It was damn ghoulish. Straightening, the man was still slight in stature. Fear shook him where he sat. Shaking, he focused as he watched as the man reached into his pocket. What the hell was be grabbing.

A gun would be too loud. A fucking garrote, really? Moments, later he started swinging it.

Anger and rage boiled in his little body. He started running from where he had sat and leapt into the air. His bared his claws, when he landed they sunk easily into the man’s soft skin.

The man howled in pain as he made his way arm, tearing as best he could while trying to avoid his other hand which tried to rip him off.

He heard her scream behind him, it tore through him. If only he could tell her they could handle this. He managed to get to the man’s shoulder. Closing his eyes, he swiped at his throat, warmth splashed him. A hissing came from he didn’t know he was capable of. Desperate, he steadied himself digging in his claws, the man wavered under him.

He leapt off. Landing on the carpet, shaking himself off, he looked behind him. In doing so, it was just as the man fell to his knees.

That’s when he saw Nikki come up and slam into him with the coffee pot. She wailed into him with the handle. The man didn’t resist, holding his throat he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. Nikki, just looked at him and blowing some hair out of her eyes, she smiled at you.

Out of breath, he slowly crept over to the man. Nikki kicked him. No movements nor any sound came from him. In a move, that caused winces and a groan, she went and double locked the door.

Ray, let himself finally smile. Feeling, victorious he let a meow tear loudly from his little body. It was far from what he had it would sound like but it made him feel good.

Something, was giving way. Confused, he looked wildly around as the floor disappeared from under his paws. He soon relaxed when he realized she had picked him up. Her warm eyes, were not far from his.

“It’s ok, I got you.” He heard her whisper. He couldn’t stop the tears from filling his eyes, she was so lovely, despite a few splatters of blood across her face. “Don’t be scared. You were so brave.” She softly cooed, then he felt her lips between his ears. He couldn’t fight his tears then, a whimper soon followed.

She held him to her then. “We did it!” She held him, rocking him a little before he was in front of her again. A brave smile spread across her face, her eyes never left his. He let himself softly meow.

“We did a very good thing.” She swallowed, as she still looked at him. “The other day, I tried to get better a deal for Ray and I.” She sighed.

His heart stilled. What had she done, he thought. Oh...Nikki, he thought as he looked at her.

“He beat me up, kicked me.” She harshly swallowed, he saw as tears prickled her eyes as her mouth took a grim line. “The world is better without him.”

His heart ached, why Nikki...why. He wanted to hold her so tightly, to give her a reassuring kiss. All he was able to muster was a purr. That brought a gentle smile from her.

“Now, don’t you go telling Ray that. He worries about me enough.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She carried him to the bathroom, placing him on the counter. “I don’t think Ray, will want to meet you covered in blood.”

“It will be bad enough when he sees that out there.” She shook her head.

He walked over to the mirror, trying not to slip. The surface was almost too much for his pawe. Looking at his reflection, he backed up, he was covered. A whimper came from deep in his stomach.

She looked down at him, she smiled. “It’s ok. You are still incredibly handsome.” She winked. “At least I hope your handsome. You look like a boy to me.” He meowed as loud as he could.

She giggled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Holding him gently, she soon began rubbing the cloth over his body. He stretched and squirmed it felt odd despite knowing it had to be done. “I gotta get this off you.” She added more water to the was cloth and rung out before dragging it over him again.

A shrill ring filled the other room. “That’s not mine.” Hopping down, he walked over to the body. He shook himself from paw to paw. He did not like how his wet fur felt. The ringing came from the man’s back pocket, he went to stand near it.

She reached in. “VM?” She shrugged who the hell was that? Was that the Russian. “Let’s see who the hell this is.” She said, looking down at him.

“Meemo! Don’t kill her just yet.” She heard as the voice suck on his teeth. “We have an issue with the damn brother she is involved with. A deep cleaning up is needed. Come back now.”

She covered her mouth, he looked at her. He watched as she grew pale. He had never saw her like this. Even when they got damn Maurice with the ac unit.

“Meemo!?!”

“Fuck you! Meemo is dead!” She hollered and hung up the phone.

@rosionis @brookisbi @johallzy @foreverhockeytrash @frostypenguinoz @dandycandy75

[rainbowxswirl-blog]

To Have Almost Lost

I was typing away at my desk trying to finish up formatting a paper my supervisor had given me when my phone had rung. “Hi, How may I help you?” I automatically answered in my most friendliest voice as I went back to typing.

“When do you get off work?!” demanded the voice on the other line.

I couldn’t help but laugh cuz from that line I knew it was my best friend Jay. I looked down at the clock at the corner of my screen and seen it was about 10 minutes to 3 pm. “In about 10 minutes girl.” I told her.

She huffed. “Hurry up I got you doughnuts and coffee.” and then she hung up. I smiled before I hung up happy that I had something to look forward to something sweet to munch on after I got out.

One of my coworkers came by my cubicle and leaned over on my wall. “Hey Nakelah, who’s this man of yours?” she asked as she sipped on her coffee.

“Why does that matter Anna?” I asked as I typed faster to try and hurry up and get out.

“Because,” She began as circled the lid of her drink with her finger tip “I’ve heard you talking about him around the office and you’ve been working here a few months now, but I haven’t seen his face.” I sighed as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “He…seems to treat you well.”

I glanced out of the corner of my eye and seen her looking down at my Micheal Kors bag that he got me last week. “So I was just wondering if he had any friends?”

I saved my work, closed out my programs, shut down my computer and grabbed my purse. “See…I would actually answer that question,” I stood up and begin to walk out “IF I actually liked you.” I said with a sweet smile as I passed her and she stood there in shock. “Have a nice day now.”

I met Jay right outside the office who was sitting on the bench in her simple jeans, stussy shirt, and vans with her Kate Spade bag as she sipped on her coffee. “I’m here!” I announced.

She looked up from her phone and pointed to my coffee and snack that was resting on the bench beside her. “Took you long enough. I was getting bored.” She stated.

I laughed as I grabbed my drink and sat beside her and began to munch on my chocolate glazed doughnut. “Sorry girl. Some hoe tried to sell herself to me.” I told her as I shook my head.

She laughed “Bitch really?”

“Yes! Seen my bag and asked if he had friends.” I couldn’t help but sigh at what just happened.

“I really don’t see why you work your way through school when he was going to pay for your whole tuition.” She stated as she swept her hair back. “You wouldn’t have to go though that.”

“The same reason why you work to get the nice things you want when your man can easily pay for it as well.” I replied.

Jay coughed just as she took a drink of her coffee. “That ain’t the same fucking thing!” She exclaimed.

I puffed my cheeks out as I brought my drink to my lips “it’s close enough.” I mummered.

Just then my cell started ringing and without really looking at the ID, I picked up. “Hello?”

“Baby Girl.” Came the deep drawl that immediately settled in my stomach.

Jay’s phone pinged with a text message and when she looked at it her eyes went slightly wide then she looked at me.

“Daddy.” I said as I felt my face heating up. He still had this affect on me even after a year. “What’s up are you on a lunch break?”

There was a quiet chuckle from him. “Where are you?” he asked.

I looked up and seen two girls running by saying “There’s handsome guys at the front!” Puzzled, I looked back over at my friend.

“I just got out of work.” I told him.

“Let’s go shopping today baby.” He said.

“You’re away on business.” I stated. Last I checked he was away in Japan overseeing producing their latest album.

“Today you’re my business.” He argued back. “I flew back with Hoseok as well so bring Jay.”

“Shit so you’re the one causing commotion at the front?” I stood up and Jay followed my lead. Another chuckle. “I don’t know what you mean Baby girl.” He answered.

“Don’t keep me waiting kitten.” he said and hung up.

“Fuck.” I blurted out as I looked down at my phone that went black once he hung up.

“They’re at the front entrance of campus. I just got a text from Hoseok.” Jay said. “Damn it all. I hate when they cause a commotion like this.”

“This is the price we pay for being the women of CEO and Famous Producer of Bangtan Industries.” I told her as I grabbed my coffee and we started making our way to the front of campus.

Up at the front entrance there was a huge crowd of people and a whole lot of talking going on. “This is going to be a fucking pain to navigate through.” Jay said.

“And it looks like this crowd is huge so there’s no going around it either.” I sighed. “All these fucking eyes are going to be on us.”

“If they got anything to say they can catch these hands.” Jay replied and I laughed.

With that, we started shouldering our way through the crowd. Not even taking care to say excuse me since people wanted to be rude and shove to get a better look. Once we were close to the front, I felt my wrist being grabbed and a light tug had me being pulled out of the crowd and into the opening. I put my other hand to my chest trying to catch my breath. Cool hands placed themselves on my cheeks.

“Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?” Came his voice.

I looked up and there he was fitted jeans and a black button up long sleeve shirt and black dress shoes with his all black hair styled perfectly right above his eyes where his glasses sat.

“Yeah…just a little winded.” I told him.

“It’s because you guys are being flashy!” She said as she smacked Hoseok who simply laughed with a big smile. Hoseok had on light denim washed jeans with a white turtle neck and a fitted light brown Jacket.

“The latest Range Rover isn’t being flashy sunshine. That’s chump change with what we make.” Hoseok stated. Jay just sighed and scratched the top of her head.

I looked behind the men and seen a black shiny 2017 Range Rover Sport waiting on the street for us. I couldn’t help but mimic Jay’s sigh. “For why?” I asked.

Yoongi grabbed my chin and forced me to look him in the eyes. “No questions baby girl.” He said leaving absolutely no room for argument as he swooped down and claimed my lips in a searing hot kiss. His tongue came out and licked my bottom lip before he pulled away.“There will be more later.” he growled.

“Yes Daddy.” I softly moaned.

“A room you two.” Jay mentioned. But Hoseok came up behind her, took her hair in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist and placed light butterfly kisses from the base of her neck up to her jawline. She couldn’t help but lean her head to the side to give him more access. how could she deny him when it felt so good?

“You’re not excluded from that either angel.” Hoseok whispered in her ear. “I need you tonight.”

“Yes boo.” She obediently said.

An eruption of mummers happened and we jumped. We turned and looked at the crowd whispering among one another.

I felt my face heating up with all the eyes on me before Yoongi grasped my hand. I looked over at him in question.

“Come on.” He stated. he lead the way to the SUV and we all piled in before the driver took off.

I sat back in relief as we we’re finally away from prying eyes. “Jeez.” I stated.

Yoongi’s hand came up and stroked my forehead softly. “I’m sorry i just wanted to see you after we touched down.”

“How long ago did you guys get back?” Asked Jay as Hoseok stroked her thigh slowly while in thought. “Hmm” he hummed “about an hour ago? Not long.”

“How was your day?” Yoongi asked.

“Some wench tried to ask about you.” I answered as i felt my eye twitch at the memory.

His eyebrow, on the other hand, raised out of surprise. “Is that so?”

“Okay well she asked if you had friends.” I huffed crossing my arms.

“There’s always Tae,” Hoseok piped in. “That boy is always looking for some fun.”

“Okay one,” I ticked off holding up a finger. “The boy would probably wreck her if what you told me about his sex drive is true. Two, the bitch is a gold digger. She’s just bumming for money.”

“Lord,” Jay said as she threw her hair back in a ponytail “Tae probably would’ve put her ass in a hospital.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of my co-worker in a full body cast because Tae basically broke her. I’ve talked with him a few times. The boy IS indeed confusing. On one hand, he seems like a total sweetheart, on the other…well it’s just as the others said he likes to have fun. Seems as though he has yet to find anyone to keep up with his pace.

I felt Yoongi’s arms tighten around me “you’ve seen how I’ve had to pull him away from you at times.” he’s stated.

Okay so I’ve had a couple of…run ins where he’s basically cornered me and Yoongi being the person that he is, hasn’t taken kindly to that and has warned Tae many times to keep his hands to himself. I simply waved off his statement “That’s beside the point.”

“So what is it you girls are in the mood for today?” Hoseok asked as he looked bewteen the both of us.

“You already know it wouldn’t really do no good to ask Hoseok.” Yoongi chuckled as looked down at his apple watch. “We have to spoil our princesses because they like to be stubborn”

he shrugged in return with a sly smirk “that’s fine. I just try to throw the option out there to be diplomatic.”

Jay sighed. “Hoseokie,” she whined.

“Yes angel?” he sang while looking out the window with a smile.

“You really don’t have to get me anything else. I JUST got this purse!” she argued.

he glanced over to her head slightly tilted to the side with a glint in his eye. “I know, but I wanna get you something else. You can’t tell me that there isn’t more things you want. That’s the whole reason why you’re working right?”

“Yes but-”

“Then let me buy them. At least some.”

“Hobi-”

“This discussion is over angel.” he said with a deep finality in his voice and she knew she would probably be in for it tonight for even putting up a fight with him in the first place. She honestly didn’t know whether to be scared …or excited.

The fight in me doesn’t usually come out until we’re in the stores. that usually results in a lot of hard glares from Yoongi..which would shut me up…most of the time….

other times I keep going because it makes what happens that night that much more fun when he’s upset.

The car came to a slow stop as the door opened and we got out and walked into the mall to begin our shopping spree.

*******

My hands were already loaded down with about 4 bags from the Apple Store, Victoria Secret, Bath and Body Works and we just came out of Lush.

“I don’t see what’s the appeal of that store Baby Girl.” he commented as I hummed.

“Not all stuff has to be super expensive.” i said with a smirk as I turned around to face him and proceeded to walk backwards. “You know how you always comment on how soft my skin is whenever you feel on me?” I held up the bag that had my bath bombs in it. “They’re part of the reason.”

He raised an eyebrow at that explanation “Really now?” he then turned back to look at the store “Would you like to be a co owner?”

when he turned back to look at me he had a sly sexy smirk and I had an idea why. I felt an oncoming blush rising up to my face “Y-Yoongi! Focus!”

I didn’t realize my slip up until Yoongi grabbed my wrist, pulled me into a nearby hallway, slammed me against the wall, and forced me to look up into his eyes. My face was full on red now at the proximity and the realization that people were still walking by.

“Correct yourself Baby Girl,” he commanded lowly “or daddy won’t be playing with you tonight.”

My breathing slowed as I held gazes with him. “I’m-” I took a gulp of air “I’m sorry daddy I was out of line I didn’t mean to act up.”

he smiled and gave me a slow tender kiss on the lips. “Good girl.” he drawled. He reached up and tugged my hair just bit so I could feel the sting “be careful not to let it happen again.”

By this time I was already anxious to hurry up and finish this shopping trip of ours and get home. I could feel the tightening in the center of my stomach from all his little actions.

His hand glided over my wrist as he softly gripped it and brought it up to eye level to inspect it. he kissed the inside of it lightly before he looked back at me. “what do you say about a pandora bracelet?”

********

“Ah Mr. Jung!” The manager greeted him as they came into their fifth store “What can I get you today?”

Hoseok took one quick glance around the store before asking “You guys wouldn’t happen to have your latest Stussy shipment in stock would you?”

Jay, who was standing right behind him, ears perked up. as much as she argued with him she loved shopping with him, he always knew what to get her to make her happy and she always knew he meant well. in a way he was just like her. a reckless spender. However, she would much rather work for what she wants then sit at home, bought by Hoseok of course, and just spend spend spend his money. There had to be some sort of equality going on in her mind. She didn’t go through two years of hell to get her masters degree for nothing.

“We actually just got our shipment this morning.” the manager answered. “Right this way”

Jay walked followed the manager to the neatly arranged shelves of newly arrived hoodies and t-shirts and she was practically starry eyed.“The hoodies!” she squealed as seen picked up a couple and a few t-shirts both long sleeve and short sleeve. She then seen a light blue one. “Kelah would like this one.” she said with a smile.

Hoseok’s ears picked up on that and he waved an associate down “Yes sir can I help you?” she asked

“Can you take everything that young lady has up to the counter? Plus the light blue hoodie?” he inquired.

the lady smiled and walked over to Jay and politely took all of her shirts and hoodies out of her hands and took them up to the counter. confused, she turned around and looked at Hoseok who was checking out some hoodies for himself. “Jung Hoseok!” she yelled.

He blinked and turned around smirk still in place but aura changed from that of easy going and approachable to one of impending darkness. Jay couldn’t help but back up into the wall of shelves at his quick change of demeanor. He was so easy going most of the time that she sometimes forgot how he can REALLY get.

That still didn’t stop her though.

“Angel,” His voice got an octave lower than usual “call for me again.”

‘Shit’ she thought realizing her slip up “Hoseokie” she tried again.

“Yes baby?”

“I thought we was going to be trying pay for stuff equally?” she asked sweetly.

“And I told you not to argue with me,” he countered. “you can buy things other days.” he tucked a few strands of hair that came out from her ponytail behind her ear. he lowered himself to her level and nibbled on the base of her ear causing her to bite down on her lower lip “Now I’m not going to tell you again. Stop arguing with me angel and let me spoil you”

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll be sorry that even came out your pretty mouth.” he immediately shot back pulling back to look at her.

she seen the clouded look of lust in his eyes and suddenly she was tired of people.

Just then, a ping went off and Hoseok took out his phone to look at it and he smiled “Let’s pay for this stuff and go. Yoongi Hyung is waiting for us.”

*******

We met back up at the front entrance as the driver met us halfway and took our bags from us to load them in the hatch. We got in the vehicle and as soon as the door closed, Jay and I sighed at the same time.

“Jesus I can’t wait to get back home.” Jay stated as she took out her hair tie to let her hair down. she shook her hair back and forth to let her hair free. “I’m beat”

“Same though.” I agreed as I messaged my forehead to ease the slight headache I felt.

I couldn’t see the smirk Yoongi had with how dark it had gotten, but I could definitely hear it with what he said. “Who said we were going home?”

I raised an eyebrow in his direction “I’m sorry?”

Hoseok looked up from his phone as he locked it. “we have a reservation at a hotel.”

“Hotel?” Jay echoed.

“I was thinking a weekend getaway.” he said as he looked up and tapped his chin in mock thought “Penthouse house suite stocked to the brim with Peach and Strawberry Moscato,”

“All of your favorite games,” Yoongi added “Mortal Kombat, Need for speed,”

I gulped. This sounded like my own personal heaven “All the drama you could watch. Both Thai and Korean.” Hoseok kept going

and it was only getting better.

“M-Mulan?” I asked. Yoongi chuckled his quiet chuckle.

“Already there.”

“Kelah!” Jay exclaimed “You’re suppose to stay strong!” She crossed her arms over her chest and slightly huffed “but Moscato and Need for Speed sound nice right now.”

I pouted as I looked over to her “I can’t help it if they tempt with all the things I like! how am I suppose to say no to that?!?!” I argued back.

Yoongi leaned back and closed his eyes as the car pulled off. “You must’ve thought I was giving you a choice in the matter.”

It was now my turn to cross my arms over my chest as I huffed “that’s a mean thing to do.”

“You won’t be saying that after tonight.” he shot back darkly.

That comment sent a shiver down my spine. I wonder what he meant by that.

After about 30 minutes of driving we pulled up to the hotel. Light caresses from my arm up to my shoulder had a light moan spilling from my lips. I hadn’t even realized i had fell asleep. “Wake up baby.” Came Yoongi’s voice “We’re here.”

As my senses began to come to I heard Jay groan. “Hobi,” She grumbled “tired”

“Ah, but the night hasn’t even started yet Angel. You’re going to need quite a bit of energy for what I’m about to do to you.” he replied with a seductive sweet tone.

My body jolted as if I was the one affected by that statement. My eyes jumped open and i quickly looked back and forth between Jay and Hoseok. Yoongi laughed clearly finding what just happened comical. “I don’t know why you jumped at that statement baby,” he said as he reached across me to open the door, he kissed one side of my cheek “because what he’s going to do to her,” the other side of my cheek “is what I’m going to do to you,” My forehead “but 5 times worse” he grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him “So you better be ready tonight.”

“Yes Daddy.” I whimpered. Not because I was scared the exact opposite really. Excited. I just didn’t know if I would really have the energy like he said.

Guess like he said earlier I have no other choice.

The door opened and I scrambled out. Along with Jay who seemed to have woken up a bit. I looked up at the building and my eyes widened at the fact we was the Ritz Carlton. I turned around and looked at the two men who casually got out and instructed the driver to take our things up to the room. When did they find time to run by the house and pack a bag was beyond me.

“We could’ve done something more….lowkey?” I asked.

Hoseok merely smiled at my question. “Lowkey?” he echoed.

“Baby when you’re the CEO of a famous cooperation NOTHING you do is lowkey.” Yoongi said with a smirk as he placed his hand on my lower back and guided me inside.

“Oh sweet Jesus” Jay called out as we walked up to the receptionist desk to check in. she voiced my thoughts exactly. Everything was so elegant and ornately decorated with a fountain in the lobby! The staff did a good job of keeping the lobby pristine.

“Ah Mr. Min! Mr. Jung!” The front desk lady greeted them with a bright smile “So glad to have you here.”

“Glad to be away for awhile ” Hoseok answered while giving her one of his sunshine smiles that caused her to blush.

I looked over to Jay who’s normally bright face, at least…when she’s around me, darkened just a bit. I look back over at the least.

“I’m sure it is!” She exclaimed as she took out 4 hotel room keys “your penthouse suites are ready! PLEASE don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything you two.”

So she wasn’t going to acknowledge us? When we were standing right next to them?

My eyes narrowed at her behavior as Jay did the same. Having an understanding of each other we snatched our hotel room keys out of her hand as we leaned on the counter. I smiled my evil sweet smile “extra bed sheets dear. We’re going to need them after all the fucking that’s about to happen.” I explained.

“Bring plenty of towels while you’re at it because after I suck him it might be a bit of a mess or shower fucking with his stamina.” Jay added in.

The front desk lady took a step back taken off guard at our blunt vocab. Bitch.

“Okay Baby Girl that’s enough.” Yoongi said from behind me.

I whipped around to face him. “She started it!” I slightly whined.

He looked up at her his look going from warm and welcoming to chilling and cold. The smile he gave her no longer friendly. The front desk lady found her feet glued to the ground.

“We will be taking our leave now.” he stated.

“Y-yes sir!” The lady replied back hesitantly. She looked over to Hoseok and his eyes narrowed and, and like in the store, his aura changed to a more dominant one.

“I suggest you not try anything like that again or you’ll be out of a job.”

The lady gulped realizing who she was talking to. “I’m..sorry sir.” she apologized.

I smiled at the fact that Yoongi and Hoseok were making her sweat. I waved at her sweetly. “Bye now!” I told her. we made our way to the elevator. Once we hit the up button and got in I sighed.

“It seems I’ve made you into a spoiled brat.” Yoongi commented as he looked over at me

“It seems you have.” I said as I watched the floors ding by as we went further up. “I’m not exactly sure how to feel about this. I’m not use to being a brat.”

He chuckled as looked forward. “Embrace it. I told you whatever you wanted you could have baby. It’s yours.” I hummed in response. “I just need you to stay by me”

“That woman,” Jay stated. “I did not like her”

Hoseok laughed “hmm I didn’t think she would be like that.”

“I’m ususally not like this, but you and your sunshine self-” she trailed off then humped “she was trying too hard. I thought I was your only one. if it’s going to be like this then-”

The sentence never finished as I heard a slam and when I looked over Jay’s hands were pinned above her head with Hoseok holding them hostage with a vice grip “You seem to have forgotten who’s in charge here Angel,” He said darkly. “I’ll have to fix that,”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“It means I’m not about to go easy on your ass.” he stated bluntly.

Right at that moment the elevator dinged signaling our arrival at the top. I said small prayer for her as he grabbed her by the wrist and as soon as the doors opened he walked out with her in tow not even waiting for us. “Follow them. The suite is a two bedroom.” He commanded.

I looked over at him. I was under the impression we were getting two different rooms. “But-”

“I’ve had the rooms soundproofed so you won’t hear them and we’re completely opposite of each other,” he answered my unspoken question “Go baby.”

I hurried off the elevator quick to follow them down the hall to room 5397. As soon as He swiped the card and the light turned green he pushed Jay in and went to the first bedroom which was to the left. I seen his jacket hit the floor and I heard him say “I’m about to make that pretty mouth of yours beg for me.” before the door slammed shut and I couldn’t hear a thing.

Except the door behind me softly clicking shut. Silence. One heartbeat. Two. Three. Then he jumped.

Next thing I knew he spun me around and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he backed me up and my back hit the wall and he started kissing me with unrestrained passion. “Fuck!” he growled as he ran a hand threw my hair “You’re mine tonight.” he trailed hot kisses down my neck as he made his way through the living area to the second bedroom on the other side. Once we made it in the room he kicked the door shut and dropped me on the bed. He started quickly unbuttoning his shirt. “Strip Baby Girl. Now!” He commanded darkly.

Without a second thought I started shedding my clothes as if they were restricting me. Once they were off he climbed on top of me and pinned my wrists down. “You will do what I tell you without any argument is that clear?”

“Yes Daddy.” I whimpered.

With that he smiled. “Then let’s have some fun Baby.”

*********

The next morning…or what I thought was morning, I smelled something sweet. I sniffed the air again and groaned 'pancakes’ I thought. I went to roll over and hissed in pain. I feel like I had just went to sleep and my body was in total pain. 'You really did a number on me this time.’ I tried to curl in on myself and go back to sleep, however, my stomach had other plans and decided to make itself known. I whined. I simply just wanted to rest and possibly soak this pain away later.

Deciding not to fight my hunger anymore, I got up and slowly threw on one of his black t-shirts, not caring that I had messy bed head and slowly made my way out into the living area where he was already sitting with Hoseok, both topless, both sipping on coffee.

Jay, I looked over and seen was hunched over some french toast while being engrossed in drama. maybe that’s what I smelled? either way I was extremely hungry.

Yoongi looked up as soon as the door opened. “Morning Baby.” He greeted. Jay looked over at me.

“Hungry” was the first word out my mouth.

he smirked and held up a plate of pancakes with a side of sausage on them. “Way ahead of you Baby”

I hurried up and rushed over and grabbed the plate from him, plopped down on the seat next to Jay and started going to town on the stack of warm pancakes. “Jesus Girl.” She commented laughing.

“Leave me alone.” I humphed back “I was starving after what he did to me.”

“Don’t even remind me.” She shook her head. “I’m wondering how I’m even able to move my body like damn I probably have hand prints on my ass and hips” she laughed.

I hit my chest as the forkful I was chewing went down wrong because I started laughing. “Woman stop!” I told her as I took a sip of orange juice. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I had the same either. like I went to turn over and my body was screaming in pain.”

“That means we did our job.” Hoseok piped in as he looked up from his laptop with a smirk.

“and it means we did it well.” Yoongi added in.

I nooded “yes yes you’ve managed to make us partially crippled for the day congrats men.”

Hoseok laughed. “So what do our princesses want to do today?”

I looked up in thought. “How about relax here and let me beat you in a few games of Mortal Kombat?”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow at that. “You sure about that?”

“Kelah he’s pretty good.” Jay giggled “I mean I can hold my own against him, but still.”

“We can bet candy!” I challanged.

“I don’t want you to starve,” Hoseok retorted. “Yoongi Hyung would kill me.”

“Damn right I would.” he agreed.

“Is Hoseokie getting scared?” I teased.

He pursed his lips. “Guess we are about to have a game/ drama day.”

But right after he said that his phone started ringing. he looked down at the table where his phone was and glanced at the ID. His mood immediately turned dark. Yoongi looked at him over his cup as he took a drink. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Hoseok merely sighed and picked up. “Please tell me you have some good news to be calling when I’m on vacation.” a pause. “What?” another pause. “There is NO ONE else that can stand in for me right now just until the weekend is over at least?”

From the sounds of this phone conversation I didn’t like where this was headed.

A deep sigh was heard from Hoseok. I looked over to Yoongi who’s eyes were darkening by the second. He shot up and walked over to Hoseok and snatched the phone out of his hand “We’re on leave,” He said voice strained with held back anger “what is going on?”

Another pause before he came up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Everyone who can stand in for this is gone? There’s literally no one else who can do it?”

I looked over at Jay who I’m pretty sure had the same worried expression I did.

The groan I heard from Yoongi sounded like that of one in pain. “okay…okay. We’ll be on the way.” and he hung up with a deep sigh.

I looked over at him as he made his way to the room and not long after came out in a red button up with his glasses. I looked over to Hoseok who was now wearing a black button up.

“Guys what’s going on?” Jay asked.

“Our game day.” I stated as I pointed to the game console resting below the flat screen.

Hoseok’s frown deepened. “We got called in on a last minute project.” he explained. “All the producers who could help are out.”

I glanced over to Yoongi who had the same frown as Hoseok. “I’m not sure how long it’s going to take. it depends on how much they have done, but if we have to do it from the beginning, we may not be back until tonight.” he explained.

I huffed then crossed my legs over one another. “Fine then miss out on this ass whooping.” I then smiled at them. “Don’t worry about it we have plenty here to do. Worse comes to worse, Jay and I will go out. No big deal.”

Hoseok then smiled at both of us. “How about when we get off, we go to have Thai tonight? I know this new place that just opened.”

“Yes!” Jay jumped up. I laughed.

They both came over and kissed us on the forehead. “We’ll try not to be long.” Yoongi said as he grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.

I looked over to Jay “So Mortal Kombat?”

“Don’t rage quit like you did last time bitch.” She replied laughing.

****************

After a few hours of game play between Jay and I, and a few more hours of drama and pigging out on junk food, I went in my room to take a nap while Jay went to go read fanfiction. In the midst of all this we still hadn’t heard anything from Yoongi or Hoseok.

That is, until I was being shaken awake. I brushed the hand away wanting to get a few more minutes. “Jay, tired.” I told her.

She then shook me harder “Kelah wake the fuck up now!” She said raising her voice. I then felt water being poured on my face which got me to immediately jump up sputtering. I wiped my face before looking up at her.

“Jay what the fuck?!” I exclaimed.

Her face blank she told me “Get your clothes on. We have a car coming to get us in 10 minutes.”

Something was definitely off about her. Nonetheless, I jumped up and scrambled to throw on some black jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. As I sat on the bed to put on my socks Jay came back into the room to hand me my purse as she ran a hand through her hair. “Damn it” She sighed frustrated.

Now I knew something way bothering her. “What’s going on?” I asked as I stood up. She just looked at me “Make sure you have your phone on you.” She told me instead of answering.

I simply blinked as she walked out once more and lead the way out the door, her pace was fast as we sped walked, almost jogged down the hall. She hit the button and the moment the doors opened we rushed inside. My stomach started doing turns because I had no idea what was going on. Jay’s phone started ringing which startled me in this whole rush.

“We’re on our way down to the lobby.” She answered as she picked up. “Yeah I have her with me. Did you make it there?” a heartbeat of silence “Are you okay?” more silence before another heavy sigh followed “Fuck ok we’re heading to the car now.” and she hung up.

the doors opened and we ran through the lobby out the doors into the car that was waiting out front for us.

“Jay” I told her as I caught my breath “please..what the hell is going on?”

She looked over at me. Her body was tense. “There was a car accident. They were on the way back here when some fucker ran a red light.” I felt sick at the news but I knew she wasn’t done “Yoongi…is fine. But…the car hit Hoseok’s side.”

I covered my mouth as tears welled up and I felt my body shake. “He’s being rushed into surgery now.” I nodded in understanding.

From that point on it was silent the rest of the trip to the hospital.

************

We got out and rushed into the entrance up to the desk. “We’re looking for Jung Hoseok” Jay stated.

“Are you his relative?” The nurse said as she looked at her computer to check for her name.

“I’m his girlfriend. Where is he?!” She demanded tersely as she glared at the nurse.

“Ma'am you’re going to have to take a seat in the waiting room until we call you.” The nurse said softly.

“Tell me where my man is right the fuck now!” She said through clenched teeth.

The nurse’s face became set in annoyance “Ma'am please.”

“Let them back they’re here with me.” Came a voice. I looked up and Yoongi was leaning against the counter holding his side face slightly contorted in pain. I ran up to him and did a look over of his body I seen a few scratches on his face but other then that, I didn’t see any visible damage.

“They’re..with you Mr. Min?” The nurse asked in disbelief. Yoongi gave her a hard stare in return. “Is that a problem?”

She quickly shook her head. “No sir. Go right back ladies.”

We gently wrapped our arms around Yoongi’s side and shoulders and supported him on the way back to the private waiting room that was right outside the OR that Hoseok was in. He looked over to me. “Did Jay fill you in?” He asked.

I nodded. “How are you?” I asked worried. He gave me a soft smile “Just a little banged up baby. I need to take it easy for the next week or so.” He then looked over to Jay “I demanded that they get the best damn surgeons in there. They’re working on him now so…all we can do is wait.”

Jay nodded and all of us sat back. all of us were antsy. the air stifling. There were times where I got up to walk around and times where I just wanted to really curl up in a ball and redo this whole day, but instead I just continued to walk around some more.

It’s funny. Jay, Hoseok, Yoongi, and I…we were like a family. a good majority of the time we did stuff together because we just clicked like that. Hoseok was my go to person if Jay or Yoongi became too busy. Games, teaching me new dances, taking me out for ice cream. He would be a big piece of our family lost.

I paused in my pacing to look over at Jay who looked worn. She doesn’t show emotion easily, but I know this is tearing her up. Whenever something happens, she doesn’t sleep much until it’s resolved/fixed/ finished. and even then her sleeping schedule still might take a minute to go back to normal.

Yoongi….I was scared to think about what would happen if something happened to Hoseok. Aside from being him being a producer, that was his best friend. He doesn’t express it much but you could tell they had a close relationship.

Our family…will be broken if Hoseok doesn’t pull through.

Minutes soon turned into hours. I was struggling to stay awake. My back was propped up against the wall as i was sitting on the floor my head in one of my hands as i fought to keep my eyelids open.

“Kelah,” came Jay’s voice.

It was so quiet i jumped at her calling my name. “Come lay down and get you an hour of sleep.” I shook my head. “Don’t you have class in the morning?”

“Something must’ve been in that coffee you drank if you think I’m going. ” i shot back.

That got a snort out of her. I cracked a small smile at that. Seeing as how in her own way she would make sure others were taken care of before herself. “Really I’m good. I want to be up for when they give an update.” I pushed myself up off the floor and walked over to where Yoongi had his head leaned back against the wall sleeping. He had passed out not too long ago. “What time is it?” I asked her.

“2 AM” she answered. “We’ve been here since 10 PM.”

“Come on Hobi.” I muttered.

Right then, the doors opened and a surgeon walked through taking off his mask. We jumped up and woke Yoongi who immediately jumped to attention. We walked up to him “Are you for Jung Hoseok?” He asked.

We all nodded and the doctor gave us a small smile. “It was a tough battle, but he’ll be ok. We had to do some blood transfusions and he sustained a lot of damage to his right side, but with some painkillers, a month or so worth of taking time off and a bit of physical therapy i believe he’ll be ok.”

We all did a collective sigh of relief. “Can we go see him?” Yoongi asked. The Surgeon nodded.

“We moved him out of the OR into a room down the hall he’s asleep right now so please try not to be too loud.” He explained.

Jay was the first to walk off and we followed until we found Hoseok’s room. We all quietly entered in to see him peacefully asleep.

But to see him connected to the wires and tubes with cuts and bruises all over…looked unreal. Jay pulled up a chair right by his side. “Hey you,” she said softly. “You can’t have me worried like this…you know i don’t do well with worrying.”

Yoongi and i pulled up a chair on his other side. “Hoseok-ah,” i started softly “you’re gonna be ok and you’re going to get better. You still owe me a game day.”

Hoseok slowly opened his eyes and looked over to where Jay was. “Angel,” he called hoarsely.

“Please don’t talk to much.” She told him “i hope your stubborn ass doesn’t give me a hard time while you’re on bed rest.” She cracked a small smile.

“Your medical leave is effective immediately.” Yoongi stated. Hoseok turned his head over to us now. “And i better not see you at work until you’re better.” He nodded not having it in him to fight.

I looked around and smiled at our group. Our family…our family was going to be alright.

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Okbyee~