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NOVA IUVENTA 002 (CHAPTER 5: OUROBOROS)

SCHEDULE TYPE: VARIABLE GIG SCHEDULE RESTRICTIONS: please check your individual missions for details on restrictions.

MAIN CAST:

SON NABI

WATANABE MIYU

the drama will mostly be from the point of view of these characters.

LEAD CAST:

KIM NAYOUNG

KWON SENA

SEO MINSEO

YU MILAN

these have prominent roles and are necessary for the plot. they get a similar amount of lines.

SUPPORT CAST:

BAE SOJIN

CHA SANGWON

HAN ROWON

NAM GYURI

while the supporting cast isn’t as prominent, they will still be present in many scenes.

GUEST CAST:

BAE NATHAN

CHAE RUA

CHO MINKYU

HAN NOEUL

ITO MIO

LEE HYUNSOO

guests usually appear in a single scene or a limited amount of time.

CHAPTER 5: OUROBOROS

NOVA IUVENTA is NOVA'S very own VISUAL UNIVERSE. the new mini-album songs will be introduced through 'CHAPTER 5: OUROBOROS' storylines. in this SHORT FILM, students are stuck in a time-loop that they try to get out of. which means that besides the members of NOVA, most of the cast will reenact the same motions in every scene, unless affected by one of the girls' actions. 

ic wise, all the selected actors were contacted on JANUARY 6 about passing the audition and given the script the following day. the short film will be filmed from FEBRUARY 10 to FEBRUARY 21 and premiere on MARCH 5 in various cities KOREA in selected theaters. MAIN, LEAD and SUPPORT cast will be present at the SEOUL PREMIERE, at 7:00PM on MARCH 5. finally, NI:5O will be released on NOVA's YOUTUBE channel twenty-four hours later.  

SYNOPSIS

*please note that this is just a summary, as mentioned above, each loop will have people go through the same motion. therefore, unless stated otherwise, your muse will always be in the repeated scene.

PART 1: ACCENDIO - NABI POV

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL

the film opens on NABI making her way to school. as she walks on the streets joyfully and confidently, she explains that she was blessed with LUCK at her birth. since her childhood, luck has always been on her side. in a flashback a young nabi (played by a child actress) randomly picks lottery numbers for her father and they become millionaires. returning to the present, the bright and happy nabi seems to be at the right place at the right moment for diverse incidents. right before a crossroad, she stops to tie her shoe and avoids a painting falling for above, dropped by movers. she shrugs and crosses the street.

SCENE: NABI'S CLASSROOM CAST: CHAE RUA, NAM GYURI, HAN ROWON

the way to her class goes much the same way, she's greeted by various people and greets them back joyfully, another student (RUA), reminds her that they have a dance practice in the evening. once inside, she's joined by her best friend (GYURI) with whom she gossips about the latests news. they are joined by several other girls, with whom they chat happily until their homeroom teacher (ROWON) asks them to sit down. when nabi is given her latest test back, a perfect score of 100 is noted on it.

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL

the scene repeats the same way, but this time, her narration is hesitant and at times, she keeps frowns, noting that this all feels like a déjà vu

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL

again, the same scene, but nabi is clearly spooked.

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL + CLASSROOM CAST: LEE HYUNSO (note: he's been in the scene since the beginning, but only his feet were visible before)

nabi has been living the same day again and again. she's over it by now. no more narration. in fact, she's so annoyed by now, that she stops before reaching the crossroads and yells up at the workers to stop texting on his phone and do his job right before he kills someone. the worker (HYUNSOO) bows apologetically and secures the painting. however, this does nothing to better her mood and as her friends chat around her, she's sitting quietly, gaze vacant.

PART 2: MY WORLD - MIYU POV

SCENE: MIYU'S HOME CAST: ITO MIO

the day begins with MIYU getting out of bed with purpose. as she washes up and changes into her school uniform, she narrates that her life has always been a little strange. the house is clearly eclectic with unique arts and objects, almost looking more like an antique shop than a home, 80s japanese music can be heard coming from downstairs. she checks the time and leaves her bedroom. she counts down the seconds before opening the door and expertly catches a baseball that would've otherwise hit her face. her little sister (MIO) whistles, clearly impressed by miyu's reflexes. miyu's narration continues and she explains that she has been living this day 12 times already. she throws the ball back to her sister who catches it with a 'humpf' and ask since when has she become good at sports. miyu ignores her, going about her routine, which entails any accident from happening, starting with getting to the stove before the breakfast gets burned, due to her parents being too distracted dancing to their music. the girl clearly has a predetermined route, and only goes through the motions, until one day, she sees nabi walking down the corridor. she snaps out of it when a girl slaps her boyfriend (MINKYU), yelling at him for having forgotten their anniversary. miyu winces, realizing she missed the timing to prevent this from happening. she turns her gaze towards nabi, seeming to hesitate before changing directions and going after nabi. she runs after the girl and grabs her wrist. as nabi turns, miyu pants and asks her: "does time curse ring bells to you?"

PART 3: MOTTO - NABI x MIYU

SCENE: CAFETERIA

having found each other, the girls begin meeting every lunch hour, where they share their experiences, findings and theorize about what could've happened and how to resolve their issues. after a couple of loops, miyu passes by a table, frowns and turns around to stare at a student busy studying, her lunch forgotten. out loud, MIYU notes that she wasn't reading this book the previous day. with a sigh, MILAN raises her head, clearly annoyed to have been found out. while nabi and miyu sit down (uninvited) with the girl, clearly excited to have found another 'cursed one'. excitement not shared by milan. as they question the girl and why she didn't tell them before, she explains that before this time loop, she was clearly on her way to fail her CSATs, but this 'curse' is giving her a chance to study and perhaps get to university. when nabi asks why didn't she study before, she gets extremely defensive, packs up her things and leaves.

PART 4: YOYO & TRAMPOLINE - NABI x MIYU

SCENE: AROUND THE SCHOOL CAST: BAE NATHAN, CHA SANGWON

the following day, the duo returns to the cafeteria, nothing has changed, except that milan isn't here. they sit down to eat, both glancing at the spot where milan used to sit from time to time. they decide to try to find her the following day. a loop later, the two meet in the corridor and decide to look around the school to find the other student. they check inside the girl's classroom and the library but cannot find her. they decide to check the indoor gym where a couple of boys (including NATHAN and SANGWON) are playing basketball, girls fawning over them on the side. but it's a girl (MINSEO) jumping and doing flips and tricks on a trampoline who catches her attention as she questions since when the 'horse girl' has been this good at this. before she can investigate, however, someone (NAYOUNG) suddenly appears at their side. she's playing with a yoyo and asks them directly how long they've been in the timeloop. from nayoung they learn that minseo have also been stuck in this timeloop for several days now. she explains that minseo has been trying various hobbies before sticking to trampoline. from time to time, minseo interjects herself. She even reveals that they know about milan but don't want to bother her due to her difficult family situation, which makes it impossible for her to focus on her studies. nabi begins to feel guilty for how their interaction went upon learning this. when asked if they have found a clue on how to break out of the timeloop, nayoung tells them they haven't even tried. while minseo has been trying various things, she's been testing how far sangwon is willing to go just to catch her attention. to prove her point, she tells them to wait a couple of seconds, after which she waves to the boy who waves back and gets hit by the ball nathan has just thrown at him. his friends rush to him, while he assures everybody that he's doing just fine, much to nayoung's amusement. nabi and miyu exchange a glance, clearly wondering if nayoung is sane. after glancing at minseo still doing flips on the trampoline, they seem to wonder if BOTH are insane. 

PART 5: FIND - NAYOUNG x MINSEO x NABI x MIYU

SCENE: SCHOOL YARD CAST : BAE SOJIN, HAN NOEUL

NAYOUNG leads the 3 others towards the school yard and finally explains that she hasn't just been experimenting with sangwon, but also been testing causality in various ways, theorizing that by doing so she'd manage to find a singularity and thus the way out. she tells them that she doesn't believe that they need to 'correct' things as if this is a puzzle, but rather break the simulation enough to overwhelm whatever has them trapped. she stops in front of stairs leading down towards the track field and tells them to watch. on their right SOJIN is walking towards them, furiously texting on his phone. on their left a boy (NOEUL) is skateboarding towards them. a notification on his phone distracts him as sojin suddenly change directions, however, before he can go too far, nayoung calls out after him, which gets to stop and noeul to try to avoid him last minute and fall down the stairs. nayoung waves a hand for the girls to not worry as everybody else rushes to help the student. meanwhile, sojin appears clearly distressted as he feels like he keeps living the worse day of his life she tells the small group that noeul has broken his arm and would miss the rest of the day because of that. MIYU asks if this was necessary and nayoung admits that it wasn't but she needed to prove her point.

in a flashback, nayoung is seen following noeul for a full day. in a voiceover, she points out all the events that don't take place with noeul's absence. MINSEO cuts her flashback by noting that she's a bit creepy and the two other girls clearly agree. NABI then jokes that they should start a fire in the school to completely deviate from the normal timeline but nayoung seems to consider the idea seriously

meanwhile, inside the school a girl (SENA) is observing them by the window. next to her on the floor, MILAN is sitting and studying yet another book. she notes that nayoung is back to torturing noeul. since her companion doesn't reply to her, sena asks her if she isn't worried that nayoung could murder someone just for the sake of proving her theory and milan dismisses her worries, explaining that nayoung isn't actually cruel but methodic and is just collecting evidence.

sena sits down next to milan and sighs, her last word before the scene cuts is "you could end this… we could end this."

PART 6 RIGHT NOW - NOVA

the story rewinds to the early days of the loop, before MILAN has figured out that she can make use of it for her studies. school's out and she's using a shortcut behind the school to get to her part-time job faster. she needs to traverse a small wooded area, but while on her way there, she notices something shining a little further way. she feels drawn to it and without realizing, she's suddenly standing over the object that's revealed to be a scepter. she's confused and a little scared. she looks around her, trying to make sense of what happened, but catches a glimpse of a hooded figure dressed in black. her breath quickens and she runs away, terrified.

during following loop, she explains what happened to SENA and the other girl convinces her to take her to the scepter. milan is reluctant but sena convinces her. after classes, milan takes her to the same spot, but unlike the day before, there's no hooded figure. sena wonders if it wasn't just a shadow. sena picks up the scepter but nothing happens. during the following loops, sena is seen studying the scepter and investigating for additional clues. she finds the number 6 engraved on trees. the following day, she explains her findings and theory to milan who has a feeling that something is wrong. 

back to the present time and the two girls sitting next to each other, sena suddenly catches her friend's shoulder in alarm. milan has a nosebleed and her eyes flutter open at sena's contact. sena pleads with her as her episodes are getting more frequent and she's starting to lose consciouness. milan argues that she just needs to stop studying for a couple of loops. the same day, NAYOUNG experiences her first nosebleed while in class.

while the other four continue investigating and testing theories, sena keeps an eye on them and milan. she tries to leave them clues to lead them towards the scepter, but they are going too slow and she fears that they're running out of time. MINSEO is the next to experience nosebleeds.

finally, one day, milan collapses during a lunch break. unable to wake her up, sena runs to the four others. they are surprised to learn that there's another one like them and want to know how she knew about them. sena tells them that she has no time to explain and they need to help her because milan has collapsed. since they are still suspicious, she asks if any of them have started to have nosebleeds. minseo and nayoung share a look and agrees to help. sena asks them to trust her, that she'd explain everything later. they rush upstairs to pick up milan and sena leads them frantically to the scepter. milan stops when she realizes what sena is doing, nabi and minseo, who have been helping her, have no choice but to let go of her and let her sit on the ground as she yells at sena to not do it. meanwhile, nabi, miyu, nayoung and minseo surround sena and the scepter. nayoung is the first to inquire about it, but an answer never comes…

as soon as sena touches the scepter time stops around her, her body is frozen but her expression turns into one of terror. in voice over, she's heard saying "at that moment, i remembered what i had forgetten; we were never supposed to remember." a tear drops from her eye as the camera pans away from her. the school and the students are nowhere to see, they are in a field surrounded by trees. Six hooded figures dressed in black come out from the wood, surrounding the still frozen protagonists. the last image is of one of the hooded figures smirking [[ NABI ]].

PREPARATION

since most of the film is a repeat of the same scenes and motions, from JANUARY 7 to FEBRUARY 9, the cast has been learning the routine and timing of each scene. those with low dancing points are likely to struggle more as this is similar to performing a choreography. in terms of workload, guests are expected to only need 2 days total for this part of rehearsals. others will need 2 to 5 days rehearsals per week, depending on their roles. the schedule isn't fixed and depends on artists' availability.

REQUIREMENTS

the success of the drama depends on its script but also on its cast members. you have until MAY 3 to fulfill the following requirements depending on your type of role:

MAIN: one reply (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) for 5 WEEKS about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc) with ANY cast member. out of the 5 requirements, only TWO can be solos. each week completed will give you 5 ACTING and 5 NOTORIETY POINTS.

LEADS: one reply (8 lines) OR one solo (300 words) for 4 WEEKS about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc) with ANY cast member. out of the 4 requirements, only TWO can be a solo. each week completed will give you 4 ACTING and 4 NOTORIETY POINTS.

SUPPORTS: one reply (8 lines) for 3 WEEKS about the drama (either on set, during rehearsal, etc) with ANY cast member. out of the 3 requirements, only ONE can be a solo. each week completed will give you 3 ACTING and 3 NOTORIETY POINTS.

GUESTS: one reply (8 lines) for 2 WEEKS about the drama with another GUEST (rehearsals) or CAST MEMBERS YOUR MUSE HAS SCENES WITH (on set, rehearsals, etc). each week completed will give you 2 ACTING and 2 NOTORIETY POINTS.

PREMIERE (nova + support casting): write a solo (300 words) in which the muse replies to journalists' questions about the film, their experience, thoughts and even details about their speficic role. completing this requirement will give you 5 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE and 7 NOTORIETY POINTS. *cannot be used as acting weekly post

for roles related requirements, you can skip certain weeks; so they do NOT need to be consecutive ( ex. meeting the reqs in weeks 1, 3, 7 for supports ).

use the hashtag lgc:novaiuventa. make sure to submit your points before MAY 3, 11:59 EST to the lgcpoints blog, you may send the points WEEKLY.

TITLE: MUSE NAME · NOVA OUROBOROUS (WEEK #) -  1 SOLO or 1 REPLY : +2/3/4/5 acting + 2/3/4/5 notoriety [ LINK 1 ]

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TITLE: MUSE NAME · NOVA OUROBOROUS (PREMIERE) -  1 SOLO : +5 (points) +7 notoriety [ LINK ]

[byneddiedingo]

Douglas Fairbanks in The Thief of Bagdad (Raoul Walsh, 1924)

Cast: Douglas Fairbanks, Julianne Johnston, Anna May Wong, Snitz Edwards, Sojin Kamayama, Brandon Hurst, Tote Du Crow, Noble Johnson. Screenplay: Lotta Woods, Douglas Fairbanks, Achmed Abdullah, James T. O'Donohoe. Cinematography: Arthur Edeson. Production design: William Cameron Menzies. Film editing: William Nolan. 

Back when Bagdad was synonymous with flying carpets and not prolonged international conflict, Douglas Fairbanks produced what is either a magical romp or an example of Orientalism at its worst, depending on your point of view. But for the purposes of film history, let's suspend political and social consciousness and appreciate The Thief of Bagdad for what it accomplished: an amusing spectacle, with marvelous sets and (for the time) remarkable special effects. Add to that Fairbanks's energetic performance -- if you can endure the balletic pantomime he often slips into -- and you've got a classic for the usual kids of all ages. It holds up well even today, in part because it's all spectacle: Sound would be superfluous. And yes, Sojin Kamayama's Mongol prince adheres to the "yellow peril" stereotype, a foreshadowing of Flash Gordon's Ming the Merciless, with Anna May Wong slinking around as his partner in malfeasance, but we're treating this as camp, right? Julianne Johnston's princess is a little vapid, not quite the astonishing beauty who's supposed to sweep the thief off his feet and turn him away from larceny toward love. The movie is a shade too long, and it loses some momentum when the thief goes off on his quest to find the thing that will win the princess's love. Even though it helps him save Bagdad from the Mongol hordes, I found his box of magic powder (if that's what it is -- the movie is a little vague about it) less impressive than the Persian prince's (Mathilde Comont) flying carpet, the Indian Prince's (Noble Johnson) crystal ball, and the Mongol prince's golden apple that gives him power over life and death. But even when the story lags, there's always something fun to watch.   

[1kook]

wrong place, right time

— a someway, somehow jjk x reader drabble summary “Marry me,” Jungkook says one night warning smut is mentioned in passing (jk getting tied up, gagged, crying lol, also him fingering oc), da ex girlfriend Sojin is mentioned 😨, oc is a LIL scared..... she gets over it lol rating m (18+) wc 1k

note (!) alas.... our last swsh drabble to fulfill the arc I accidentally began for them <3 rip in peaces u will be missed mrs. ‘swish’

His timing is absolutely terrible.

At first, you had wanted to believe Jungkook was the normal one, that it was you who moved according to strict imaginary schedules. Wake up at exactly 6:14am every morning, grab your keys by 6:43. Precise, exact. Jungkook and everyone else moved according to more lax rules. The auto shop opens at 9am, sometimes 9:10 if traffic is bad; it closes at 11pm or whenever the last client leaves. Compared to Jungkook, you were just too picky about timing, too strict. 

For a long time, that seemed to be accurate. 

“Marry me,” Jungkook says one night, rolled beneath an old Dodge pick-up truck that has definitely seen better days. You’re sitting off to the side, fingers flying across your phone’s keyboard as you type up an angry email. It’s muffled, the sound of his voice absorbed by the junk of metal above him. You pretend you don’t hear it. A few minutes later, he rolls out from underneath, has got a dark streak of something painted across his perfect forehead. He taps the pointed toe of your heel with a wrench. “Marry me,” he repeats. 

You balk. “You’re asking me now?” you clarify just in case, phone slowly coming to rest against your thighs. He tilts his head to the side, shrugs like he sees nothing weird about the situation. There’s no other word to explain the emotion that blooms in your chest other than completely dumbfounded. “Like… right now?” 

Jungkook’s not even looking at you anymore, too busy shuffling through his toolbox for that one weird shaped tool you see him use often. “Do you want me to ask another time?” he suggests casually. When he looks back up, he’s got this slightly confused look on his face, as if you’re the odd one. And because the moment is just so… weird you find yourself nodding along. 

And that’s that. You move on, pretend like Jungkook’s weirdly placed proposal didn’t happen, let it settle in the very back of your mind. Not like it’s hard, anyway. Your schedule is packed, clouded with meetings and deadlines, all your new roles as the department manager, and you barely have time to think about it. 

He tries again about a month later. 

“Marry me,” he gasps after a wild night beneath the sheets. There’s tender marks lining his rib cage, over his arms, around his throat. His face is still flushed, and there’s drying cum against his tummy. He might’ve cried tonight from overstimulation, but you can’t quite remember. That’s how he asks you the second time. 

For some reason, you laugh the second time. “What?” you chuckle, and maybe it was one of those protective measures, laughing in a tense situation because you don’t know what else to say. Your mind is still stuck somewhere between the gags and the cuffs and the tears and the way his skin had bruised beneath your touch. 

Jungkook rolls out his wrist— it’s red, so fucking red —and then promptly reaches for your hand. The pad of his thumb is rough from years of working, swipes across your knuckles lovingly. “Marry me,” he says, but you can’t tell if the blush on his cheeks is from his bashfulness or from the fact you had choked him a few minutes prior. “I want to marry you.”

Your brain stalls, mouth opening and closing. Jungkook doesn’t seem too bothered. He kisses your knuckles, asks you to get the salve from his drawer instead. He doesn’t mention it again that night, just lets you rub his back and goes to sleep. 

The next time comes sooner, about a week later. 

His mom mentions it one night, the three of you squeezed into the tiny kitchen of his family home as his dad snores in the other room. “Sojin is getting married,” she says, and the air is sucked out of the room. At least, it is for you. 

You try to play it off, straining your eyes to catch a glimpse of him in your peripheral. “Really,” Jungkook says, half a turkey sandwich in his mouth. He’s still in his jumpsuit from work, has it knotted around his waist in that way that makes him look extra beefy, extra sexy. “That’s crazy.”

His mom hums, and their genuine lack of emotion towards the news makes you feel like you’re the crazy one once again. “She sent an invitation.” 

She leaves the kitchen soon after, leaves you quietly stirring the sugar into your coffee as Jungkook gobbles down his sandwich. A loud gulp, the loud smack of his lips. “We should get married,” he says, and you jolt, spoon clattering loudly against the inside of your mug. 

Your brain doesn’t struggle for a response this time. That being said, it doesn’t necessarily have you giving him a good response either. “Like Sojin,” you reply, and feel weird about it immediately. Icky. Gross. Bitter. 

Apparently, Jungkook gets it. “Or we can get married in ten years,” he suggests instead, skips over your little blunder like he never heard it at all. “Or fifty.”

You appreciate it. “When I’m saggy,” you mumble, eyes hyper-focused on the mini whirlpool inside your coffee mug. 

He hums, bumps his hip against yours. “My cute, senior citizen girlfriend. We can drive one of those retro cars around town.”

The worst one yet is on the side of the road, your car battery giving out on the highway that connects the city to your hometown. Jungkook picks you up, pulls up behind you and has the audacity to catcall you as he walks up. “Hey, beautiful,” he flirts after you punch his stupidly strong bicep, grins this cheesy thing at you as he gets to work. 

In the end, your car can’t be revived with the limited tools he brought along. You settle on waiting inside his truck, snuggled beneath his jacket as you wait for the tow truck. He gets the bright idea to fondle you beneath the coat, the dying sunset painting his charming face in a romantic glow that has you seeing stars and galaxies and nebulae when you come. “Marry me,” he husks out, mouth slotted against yours. 

It’s the last time he asks; it’s the first time you say yes.

[moxle]

💏 for calso

4. …where it hurts.

au: fake dating (because i cannot be silenced w my love for this trope) 

cal wished for a lot of things since the start of this arrangement. 

when they had started this, he had wished for everyone to fall for the act. he wished that he wouldn’t be seen as a pathetic ex who has yet to move on from hana. so that if she were to ever look in his direction, he would be caught with his arm around the other’s waist and not trying to avoid contact with her. 

when his friends had started becoming nosy about the relationship, he had wished that anais would be willing to keep the act going. “please, annie! i don’t want to disappoint them!” he implored her with the puppy eyes that he would often use on her to get what he wants. she’d simply sigh and reply with a exasperated “fine” before he jumps in glee and gives her a big hug for agreeing to it. 

he wished that things he’d stop having this weird feeling whenever he saw her with taeyeon. it’s fine if she hangs out with her, he thinks to himself. we’re not anything serious. i don’t have to worry about anything. and yet, no matter how many times he says that, he still can’t help but look at the both of them and feel a rotten feeling that he was not fond of feeling.

and though rumors say that wishes cannot come true if said aloud, cal made one wish aloud to her as they go up to his dorm after making out with each other in the hallways. sure, he won’t deny that he’s sexually attracted to anais. but the thing about that was he didn’t really plan on doing anything with that information. but they drunkenly kiss at a party to continue their “act”, only for the kiss to deepen and their hands to move more adventurously on each other. 

“fuck me,” he says breathlessly when she pulls away from the kiss. “please, anais. i’m all yours tonight.”

and thankfully, it does come true.

but things don’t go back to normal like he wanted it to. each passing moment with anais hurts as they continue their “act”. when she calls him babe and lovingly calls him calcifer while holding his hand. when they go out on “dates” and he takes pictures on his phone that he doesn’t really ever think of deleting any time soon. 

he wished for something impossible. that it doesn’t end. but even he’s smart enough to know that can’t happen. 

so all of a sudden, one day, he stops. whenever he goes out, if he goes out, he usually makes sure that anais is not in the same room. if she is, he avoids eye contact with her at all cost. there were a few moments in which he can hear her call out to him happily. “calcifer!” she’d say, her smile showing in the tone of her voice. but he ignores her every single time and it hurts him to do so. 

eventually she’ll forget him. eventually she’ll realize that their arrangement is over and she’s finally free of being “attached” to him. that was his logic when he had become avoidant with her. but haejin pulled him to the side one day and asks him if he’s talked to anais at all recently. 

“she’s worried sick about you, minnie,” he said with a concerned look on his face. 

“tell her i’m fine. i’ve just been busy,” he answered him, refusing to go more in-depth with his answer. 

that should’ve been taken as a caution. because all of a sudden, he hears a loud, stern knocking on his door. “lee kangmin, open the door.” 

it’s a tone he doesn’t expect to ever hear from her and he can’t help but feel afraid just from hearing how serious it is. but if anything, that meant he couldn’t avoid her any longer. with his head hung in shame, he walks over to the door and opens it, looking down to see a furious anais looking up at him, arms crossed against her chest but looking ready to knock some sense into him. 

“annie-” 

“don’t annie me, asshole,” she replies sternly. “you know exactly why i’m here. we need to talk. now.”

he sighs as he steps to the side to let the other girl into his dorm. as she stomps her way in, he closes the door behind her and looks back at. 

"what the hell is up with you?” she asks, her tone sounding demanding as if she needed an explanation from him. “you’ve been avoiding me for more than a few weeks. and don’t say you haven’t because i’m not stupid enough to know when you want to talk to me and when you don’t.” 

he sighs and runs a hand through his hair, dreading every single moment of this interaction. “i’ve been busy.” 

“no you haven’t,” she replies. “that’s the excuse haejin gave me when i asked about you. you’ve been skipping prefect meetings and whenever i try to say hi, you pretend i don’t exist.” 

when she recounts all those times to him, he feels guilt. it’s deserved, but it’s not like he can exactly tell her the reason for his actions. 

“look, i just want an explanation on why you’ve been like this with me recently. that’s all,” she states, a sigh leaving her lips as her eyes begin to soften when she looks at him. “i’m worried about you. you haven’t been acting yourself recently... did i do something wrong?” 

he shakes his head. “no. no you didn’t,” he replies quietly. 

“then please tell me what’s up, cal,” she says, walking closer to him to let him look at her. “whatever it is, we can figure it out. i don’t want things to be weird between us.”

it’s that one sentence that manages to set him off. i don’t want things to be weird between us. it’s weird that she says that now when cal had been noticing the difference in their relationship appearing before his eyes. the fact that he was the only one to even take note of that said enough to him and it does nothing else but break his heart. 

he can’t do this anymore. he needs to stop this horrible ache in his heart. 

“we need to end this.” 

there’s a silence after he tells her this and it causes a shift in the mood. he doesn’t have the strength to even face her. he tells her this with his back facing the other girl. 

“what do you mean?” she asks, her tone sounding... confused. 

"you and me. we need to end it. now,” he responds. “there’s no point in keeping it up at this point. everyone already knows that we were a thing. it’d make sense if we’d just end it here since i’ve been avoiding you.” 

there’s a silence that follows afterwards as he looks down at the ground. he doesn’t want to turn around and look at her. he doesn’t want her to see that he was breaking just from saying those words. but it’s obvious that the other wasn’t being completely honest with himself. he knows that even anais knew that, considering they were already good friends before their “fake dating” plan became a thing. so it shouldn’t surprise him when she says that makes him want to crumble at the spot. 

“cal, is there something you’re not telling me?” 

he hesitates on what to do next. the fact that he even knew she’d say something like this is what makes fall apart. but he couldn’t hide it from her anymore. after all, the pain would subside. as he turns around to face her, anais’s face drops as she sees cal’s face. he never wanted to have her see him crying in general, let alone over her. 

“i can’t do this anymore,” he replies with a forced smile, his voice breaking as he lets the truth out. “i can’t keep living this lie that we’ve made. every time you call me calcifer, it makes my heart flutter when it shouldn’t. and whenever you smile, it has this effect on me when i shouldn’t be feeling that at all. and whenever i see you with someone else, i care so much about what you think of me when i shouldn’t even be thinking about it at all.” 

“i was able to do everything right at first, but after we slept together that one night...” he laughs as he finds himself crying more. god. he really is pathetic until the end, isn’t he? “i was already too late. and i didn’t want to make things awkward between you and i because i know that this is temporary. you and i made this so that it could be temporary. and all of a sudden, i had myself thinking about it being permanent and i...” 

he stops himself from going on, already feeling the air in his lungs give out as he speaks too much in just a short amount of time whilst sobbing. he pauses to take a deep, shaky breath before he continues on. 

“ahn sojin, i love you. so much that it pains me to see you continue to continue this act when i’m slowly breaking character,” he says defeatedly. “and i’m so thankful i love you, but not when you and i both agreed that this would be a problem with this happening.” 

she’s silent at first. that’s to be expected from a situation like this. after all, the both of them had agreed on a set of rules to prevent something like this from ever happening. so the fact that cal was the one to break it while anais was unaware of it all was probably a shock to her. 

finally, she nods. “okay,” she says rather calmly. it felt like such a contrast to how he was feeling and he couldn’t help but feel even more pained by that. “yeah. let’s end it here. as soon as i leave this dorm, we can say that we’re done.” 

the way she says it sounds so cold. as if icicles were thrown to pierce at his already breaking heart. but he knew, in reality, that this should feel as if he was ripping off a bandaid. so though he was still distraught, he pulls himself together to agree to that. “good,” he responds. 

“wait.” she’s about to turn around but he stops her all of a sudden. in this moment, he wants to say his wish aloud once again to see if it’d come true. “before you go, i want you to do something for me.” 

she nods and there’s a look in her eyes that cal himself was not able to identify. a part of him wishes to believe that she was sad about this all occurring, but he feels as if that’d be a stretch. 

“lie to me,” he replies. “lie to me and tell me how much you love me. so that when this is all over, i can be able to move on as if this was like any other break-up.” 

there’s a clear moment of hesitation when he asks her that and cal already feels embarrassed for asking him that. however, before he takes it back, she nods her head to accept his plea. and he holds his breath as she says it. 

“i like how positive you are,” she starts off. “even before this, i took notice of how you were so warm and bright. you were always so optimistic about everything and hardworking because of it. i always admired that about you. and i always felt like i needed to take care of you, but i didn’t mind having to keep an eye on you every now and then.” 

“but... spending this time with you...getting closer to you and having the opportunity to be with you made me realize that i can’t imagine my life with you.” she looks up at him and it’s not hard to notice that her eyes were becoming glossy with her own tears as well. “every single day, just spending time with you made me feel like everything was going to go okay. your hugs always made me feel safe and your kisses always felt like little reminders of how lucky i am to have you in my life. to have the opportunity and getting to experience your warmth and love every single day to the point where i got used to it... to the point where you became my home, calcifer.” 

home. it’s a word that cal never thought he’d ever hear being used to describe him. who could’ve thought a word so heartwarming could hurt him so much? he doesn’t think before he closes the distance between him and her and pulling her into a slow and deep kiss, all of his emotions pouring into it. he kisses her with all the unspoken words he was unable to say and all the emotions he felt whilst longing for her. and though he touches her every so softly, his thoughts were desperate about how he didn’t want this to end, especially with how she kisses him back with the same passion. how he wished they could last like this forever, only for him to remind himself that this was the end. that this was a longtime coming.

he pulls away and puts his hands to his side, away from her face after cupping it to hold her close. “please leave,” he says brokenly. “leave before i change my mind about this.” 

she nods as she slowly makes her way to the door of his dorm silently, the sound of his door opening and closing sounding louder than anything else in this room. it practically felt deafening combined with the pitiful silence that fell onto the room after everything. 

he makes his way to his bed when he spots a piece of paper at his bedside. as he walks over to the bedside to look at the page, he reads over it quickly only to crumple it up. it was the official stamp that started off the gig to begin with: a list of rules that the both of them had come up with in this exact space. as he lies down in bed, he recounts the experience, the conversation playing in his head. 

“so rule number one is not to tell anyone that this is all fake,” he starts off. “that way, the less people will be able to figure out that this isn’t real.” 

“does that include best friends?” she asks. 

he quirks his eyebrow. “i have a best friend who can’t keep his mouth shut and another who likes to know everything about what’s going on in my life. if i can’t tell them, you can’t tell your friends either.” 

she sighs and rolls her eyes. “fine, fine,” she responds. “can rule number two be not calling each other dumbass pet names whilst we’re together?” 

he hums. “define dumbass pet names.” she makes a face. “what? do you not want to say it?” 

“you know which ones i’m talking about, calvin,” she glares at him. 

“schnookums? pookie? bubs? is that what you were talking about?” he asks with a shit eating grin. 

she shudders in response. “if you say any of those around me again, i swear.” 

he laughs and shakes his head as he writes that down onto the paper. “well, we need something to differentiate us from other couples. maybe we can give each other nicknames... like i can call you annie. and you can call me...?” 

she considers the answer to herself before she answers him. “calcifer,” she responds. “like from howl’s moving castle.” 

“the movie?” he asks. 

she smiles. “i was thinking of the book, but the movie works.” 

“good! i like the idea of being a little fire demon,” he giggles as he scribbles that down, putting their nicknames for each other in parentheses. “okay. obvious final rule: no falling in love with each other. if we do, we’ll get into a situation that gets awkward.” 

"duh,” she says while he writes that down, later drawing two lines at the bottom of the page. after he signs his name on one of the lines, he hands the paper to her along with the quill. she reads over the paper quickly before looking up at him with a sure smile. “are you ready for this?” 

“ready as i’ll ever be,” he responds, not at all aware of what was to come from the future. 

and with that, it became a blur as cal began to weep in his pillow after reminding himself of such a bittersweet beginning. 

[kyunipies]

villains often come with pretty faces

Title: villains often come with pretty faces

Summary: Ahyoung is in love with Minhyun, and she’s more than sure he loves her back. She wishes it could be that simple.

Rating: R

Genre: Smut, with a smidge of romance

Warning: Sweats this was an excuse for me to write Minhyun being fucked by a pretty noona-- so there’s pegging, minor assplay, and feelings... yes.

Pairing: Minhyun/Yura

Word count: 2,907 words

Notes: I first started this account to hold the fics I didn’t really feel like posting on ao3, but I felt like it would be too much of a waste to keep those fics hidden on my Google Docs forever. Most of these fics are for my crackship, or the wildly smutty ones because yes.

If you do stumble upon this, please bear in mind that this is a crackship and I wrote this for my own enjoyment.I’m not tagging it because... idk, I just don’t want to and I like keeping this here as a record for myself. If you don’t like something, then simply don’t read it. I don’t have to tell you that this goes for everything else one doesn’t like, and honestly, I don’t have the energy to deal with bullshit comments that attack fics simply because it’s of a ship you don’t prefer. If you do read it and like it though, thank you so much! I appreciate it, and my ask box is always open if you want to talk about the fic or if there’s anything I can improve on as a writer.

This is also part of an AU I planned with a friend several months (or a year) ago, where the Justice League of Produce 101 Season 2 are a superhero team. Girl’s Day, on the other hand, are one of the many villains who challenge them and want to rid the city of these insistent do-gooders.

OK, this note has gone on long enough so I’m stopping--

-

Ahyoung has always been reckless, the wild card of her team according to Sojin. She doesn’t really care, she knows that her skills play a part in why the four of them are a threat to Seoul’s increasing number of heroes and possibly some of the villains too. Besides, she has her team to balance her more spirited traits out.

What she doesn’t count on is hooking up with a hero. More than once.

Is it still considered hooking up if her arch enemy stays over at her apartment three times a week or helps her make dinner?

Is it still considered hooking up if they kind of see each other as boyfriend and girlfriend?

Oh, shit.

“Noona, are you alright?” Minhyun’s brow is furrowed, and she thinks he looks cute like that, concerned and lips pursed because he’s worried.

She tries very hard not to think about those lips too much and where they’ve been just a few hours ago. She had called Minhyun into her office to discuss a report, and she had done so for the first thirty minutes before she had ended up seated on her chair, legs spread as Minhyun ate her out, his tongue flicking against her clit every time she was on the verge of cumming.

She’s failing miserably.

“I’m fine,” She says in what she hopes is a reassuring tone, and Minhyun relaxes, his hands reaching out to grasp hers and squeeze them lightly. “Are you sure your superpower isn’t aggressive worrying?”

He chuckles, and Ahyoung really has to stop the sudden rush of feelings that surge within her before she gets hurt. She knows what they have is dangerous, downright stupid, because Minhyun is a hero — represents all things true and good — everything she’s not.

“You know better than anyone that it’s not.” Minhyun pulls her closer and Ahyoung just wishes things could be different. That they could just be Minhyun and Ahyoung, co-workers instead of hero and villain.

“Good, because you can do better things with your mouth instead of worrying.” Ahyoung smiles flirtatiously and she’s not surprised when the tips of Minhyun’s ears slowly turn bright red. He’s cute like this, and she’s not going to lie, it’s such a turn-on when that flush extends to his chest after she’s through with him.

Minhyun does stop worrying for the time being, only because Ahyoung takes the opportunity to shut him up with soft, lazy kisses and cuddles. They’re in her bed, dressed in t-shirts and shorts and Ahyoung just wants to spoil her baby boy.

Her fingers drift lower as they continue to kiss, teasing the edge of his shirt before slowly dragging it upwards and exposing the cut muscle of his abs. She ends up pulling away from the kiss so she can get Minhyun shirtless, giggling when he whines at the loss.

“Let noona take care of you tonight, Minhyunnie,” She purrs, her fingers teasing at his nipples. She knows that Minhyun is quite sensitive to touch, and sure enough, his cock twitches under his shorts, begging to be relieved.

“It’s not fair when I’m the only one getting naked,” He murmurs, and Ahyoung answers by pushing his shorts down, finally exposing him fully. It’s a pretty cock, just like the rest of Minhyun, of average length but oh-so-thick, and it stretches Ahyoung so well whenever he’s inside of her. She runs her hands down the length of his body once he’s fully naked, a devious smirk on her face as she looks at him.

“Patience, baby, you know I reward well when you follow my orders,” Minhyun nods at that, settling back against the pillows with his legs spread and fuck, he looks so delectable like this, Ahyoung is more than sure that she’s already dripping onto her panties from the sight.

When they first started this thing between them, it hadn’t taken much to get Minhyun worked up, and Ahyoung loves it, especially when she’s the reason why. She leans in to kiss him again, this one full of lust and want as his own hands rid her of her own shirt, loving the feeling of his hands on her bare breasts, crying out when his lips encircle her nipple, sucking greedily and looking up at her with those eyes.

She doesn’t waste time, wrapping her hand around his cock and pumping it until he’s half-hard. It feels heavy in her hands, the tip of his cock flushed and precum beading at the tip. She lets him suck on her breasts a little longer, her legs pressed together to keep herself from humping the bed like a horny teenager.  

“Lie on your stomach, Minhyunnie,” She says after a while, pulling his mouth away from her breasts before pecking his lips sweetly. “Let noona give you a massage.”

He complies immediately, groaning when his hard cock is trapped between his body and the sheets. Ahyoung has the oils ready by her nightstand, stripping completely before she positions herself by Minhyun’s side, her hands immediately getting to work on his shoulders. He’s been stressed lately, the pressures of work and his “night job” building up and leaving a very tired boyfriend. Heroes, she thinks, are too self-sacrificing for their own good, but she really wouldn’t have Minhyun any other way.

Minhyun’s face is buried in one of her pillows, but he turns to look at her when her hands head even lower, kneading his ass and she has half a mind to spank it, remembering his reactions to it during previous times and resolving to do it again later.

She parts his ass cheeks and her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip as soon as she spies that tight pink hole of his, the skin puckered and darker compared to the rest of his body. Minhyun loves it when his ass is played with, and she remembers the time she tried fingering him, how hard he came afterwards and how needy he got.

“Minhyunnie,” she starts, her hands still spreading his cheeks and exposing him. “Remember when I fingered you and how you came all over my chest?”

Her bluntness gets her desired reaction, with Minhyun’s ears turning a violent shade of red as he recalls that specific experiment. “Yeah.”

“Do you… want to try it with something else?” She’s been toying with the idea for sometime, but she knows that not every man wants to try it.

“Something else like… your toys?” He doesn’t look terrified, just curious as she nods vigorously. She wants to take care of him, but she’s worried that she’s going about it the wrong way and what if he doesn’t want to do this, what if he wants to stop?

“Okay,” Ahyoung stares at him, eyes wide because did he really agree? She must have spoken her thoughts aloud because Minhyun laughs, eyes turning into slits as he nods. “Noona, it’s more than okay with me. I want to try,” He gets on his knees, reaching behind him to spread his cheeks apart, almost as if offering himself. “I want you to.”

Something clenches inside Ahyoung’s chest and what did she ever do to deserve Hwang Minhyun?

She snaps out of her reverie quickly, reaching for her toys and the bottle of lube on her bedside table. After pouring an obscene amount on her fingers, she traces the rim of Minhyun’s hole, liking how it clenches around nothing and imagining the gape her toys are going to leave. It makes her even hornier, slowly pushing one lubed finger inside.

The result is Minhyun moaning into the pillow, ass raised because her baby boy is sensitive, and it doesn’t take her long to add another finger.

“There we go,” Ahyoung whispers as Minhyun’s hole seems to suck her fingers in, the third one following quickly because last time Minhyun had cum from those three fingers while she sucked him off too. “You’re doing so well, baby boy, so good for noona.”

“Add another,” Minhyun hisses as she slowly starts to thrust them in and out, pushing his hips back to meet her fingers, cock hanging heavy between his legs. He’s a glutton for his noona, wanting to be spoiled and fucked like he does with her. “Please, noona. Stretch me open for your cock and play with my ass, please--” He moans when Ahyoung smack his ass, the sound reverberating through the apartment.

“Be patient, baby.” She coos, noticing how his fists are now clenched around the sheets, how his cock twitches uncontrollably and leaks precum onto her blankets. She thinks she’s stretched him well enough, so she withdraws her lubed fingers, letting more lube drip onto his ass before she replaces her fingers with a pretty, rose-colored plug, slowly pushing it in and watching Minhyun’s hole stretch to accommodate it.

Once it’s fully inside, she pinches his ass playfully, pressing a kiss on his spine when she goes to get her strap-on. “Yah--” She can practically picture the grumpy look on Minhyun’s face, laughing when she comes back and yep, it’s there alright.

The harness she’s holding has a dildo attached, and true to form, Minhyun has a conflicted look on his face. Well, she did pick out a large size, and-- “It’s so bright.” He is trying very hard not to laugh, and he looks less stressed about such a large toy going up his ass, bless him.

“It’s cute.”

“It’s hot pink,” Minhyun props his head on his hands, watching her as she comes closer while fussing with the toy and reaching out to help her put it on.

“There’s a bright purple one too,” Ahyoung pouts, breath hitching when Minhyun’s face comes dangerously close to her pussy. He knows how wet she is, and she tugs lightly on his hair as a sign of warning when he fits the vibrating end of the dildo inside of her, fingers dangerously close.

“We can use that next time,” He dips his fingers inside her pussy in retaliation, pulling them back out and licking at them before lying back down on his stomach. Brat.

She positions herself between his legs once more, one hand twisting the plug inside of him while the other strokes his back. “Next time? We haven’t even done it the first time.”

Minhyun merely winks and ugh, why does she lo--like this brat again? Ahyoung slowly eases the plug out of him, eyes drifting towards the small gape, and god she wants to fuck Minhyun until he’s spent and fucked out.

She grasps the head of the dildo, rubbing it teasingly against his entrance and listening to Minhyun’s pleas for her to push it inside. It’s music to her ears, and she loves the sense of control wearing her harness gives her.

They start out slowly, with Ahyoung keeping in mind that Minhyun has never been penetrated by something bigger than her fingers before. It’s evident in the way his eyebrows crease, how hard he clenches the sheets, and she just wants to wrap him up in cuddles and take care of him.

“Just a little more, baby, you’re doing so well,” She praises as the dildo is halfway in, his muscles taut as he takes a few deep breaths. “Tell me if you need me to pull out, okay?”

“No-- keep going,” Minhyun’s voice is strained, and it takes a few more seconds before Ahyoung is fully inside of him, gripping his waist and waiting patiently for the next signal. “It feels… really full.”

Ahyoung hums in reply, still not moving and merely pressing kisses down his back in an effort to get him to relax.

Minutes pass before Minhyun tells her she can move, and Ahyoung starts with slow, shallow thrusts, one hand steady on his hip while the other moves upwards, nails scraping against his sensitive nipples because she knows how needy he gets when she plays with them.

The moan that escapes Minhyun’s lips is her signal to quicken her pace, the snap of her hips growing faster as Minhyun pushes his hips back, fucking himself on her dildo. It’s so, so hot, the way Minhyun lets himself be used like this without caring that it’s different from the norm, that he trusts her so much to let her do this. The fact that he trusts her too much in general, despite knowing what her night time activities are.

She knows she doesn’t deserve Hwang Minhyun, but she wants to be deserving of him, wants to be in his life and to make him laugh that ridiculous laugh, take care of him and take him out on cute breakfast dates, and-- oh.

The realization blindsides her, but it spurs her to thrust harder, the pink silicone sliding in and out of Minhyun’s ass with slick sounds from the lube. Her free hand cups his balls, fondling and squeezing them just to hear his cries. He’s already a mess in this state, cheeks flushed pink as he tries to take in more of the toy.

“You look so good like this, baby,” She praises, the hand on his balls slowly inching towards his cock. He’s already leaking, and she knows that a few more tugs can help him. “Taking in noona’s cock like the needy boy that you are.”

“Noona-- fuck-- you feel so good inside me-- want you to wreck my ass until I scream--”

“You want that, don’t you?” Ahyoung spreads him further, watching how the dildo is swallowed by his ass and the vibrating end is pressed right against her clit, making her groan. “Want noona to spread you open while you fuck yourself on my cock?”

“Please--” The next cry is more high-pitched, needy and Ahyoung is sure she’s found his spot, letting the dildo press against it repeatedly. She grasps his cock tighter, just how she likes it, jerking him off roughly in time with her thrusts. “Please let me cum--”

“Do you really want to?” Ahyoung smirks, tugging harder on his cock and Minhyun actually yelps, the head of his cock an angry red as her thumb smears precum all over the tip. “Tell me how much you want to cum, Minhyunnie.”

“Want to cum so bad,” He whimpers, alternating between rutting into her hand and letting the tip of the dildo rub against his spot. “Want my cum running down between my thighs and noona’s cum on me, please…”

A few more tugs to his cock has Minhyun cumming with a loud shout, warm cum spurting all over Ahyoung’s hand and it’s so arousing, seeing him debauched like this. She withdraws from him so he can roll on his back, some of the cum landing on his stomach as he moves.

“Cute,” She grins, curling up next to him and putting his hand down when he reaches out to take the harness off. “Later, baby.”

“You haven’t cum yet.” Minhyun points out, relaxing in her hold and opening his mouth when she prods it with her cum-covered fingers.

“It’s fine,” She assures him, leaning in to press her lips against his cheek. “I just wanted to take care of you. We’ve still got the whole night.”

He nods at that, making sure to lap up all the cum from her hand and it’s silent for a few minutes, both of them spent from this round of sex. The silence isn’t awkward, far from it, and Ahyoung can’t believe she’s okay with it. It’s like they’ve hit peak domesticity.

“So we’ve hit the domestic level now?” Minhyun pipes up and Ahyoung should really stop saying some of her thoughts out loud.

“Well, as domestic as we can get.” She tries to appear nonchalant, unsure of what he’s going to say after. “Considering you’re my mortal enemy and you’re also here in my bed and occasionally in various parts of my body.”

“That sounds morbid,” He comments, chuckling at the mental picture. “Where exactly in your body have I been?”

Ahyoung rolls her eyes, nudging his side. “Aside from the usual parts, you know. My head. My heart.” She doesn’t mean to say the last part, but something about tonight has made her a little braver. Or a little more reckless than usual, to be frank.

Unsurprisingly, Minhyun has a stupid smile on his face, one that she would very much like to kiss. “I’m in your heart?”

“Forget I said anything, I don’t need your head getting bigger than it already is--”

“You think I’m special to you.” Minhyun looks positively gleeful at this, and this is too much feelings for today.

“I’m going to get the tissues,” Ahyoung grumbles, getting up from her spot on the bed. Never mind that it looks like she has a hot pink cock, she’s not really ready for too much emotional vulnerability today.

“You’re special to me too, you know.” He says it so casually, and the way he says it so freely stops her in her tracks. She wants to tell him that she shouldn’t be, she’s done too many terrible things. She’s not right for him.

But she doesn’t say that now, can’t say anything at all because she wants to cry, wants to hold him and never let go.

So she climbs back into bed and wraps her arms around him, because she’s reckless and she’s selfish and she wants to keep Hwang Minhyun by her side just a little longer.

[pinkyfmd]

 new muse task 3: three wanted plots

1. Troublemaker

i'm looking for a partener to release troublemaker by uh... well, troublemaker with! we could easily do all their music as well! i think pinky would have a good time choreographing it, and it would be an iconic moment for them both! not to mention, the song is a total bop. they all are, really! idk if we could claim that one performance but if we can, even better! unfortunately this is only open to male presenting vocalists and dancers, but work on the song is theoretically open to anyone and i'll gladly make a post if/when this gets claimed!

2. Knock

back at it again looking for the masc types. i know, disappointing. seriously, though, name me a more iconic trio than nasty nasty! you can't! (TTS, Orange Caramel, Triple H and Semina: I'm not even here baby, I'm a hallucination.) yena and pinky would take on sojin and kyungri, which leaves the incomparable kevin up for grabs! we'd need a masc-presenting vocalist for the role, ideally in the same age ballpark (1990-1996ish). it is a sexier concept, so ideally someone comfortable with that, although it could be an interesting plot point if he isn't as well, considering he'd be working with members of one of the sexier concept girl groups out there. but yes! bring us a kevin so we can get this show on the road!

3. dance on my own

someone pinky can choreograph for! whether she choreographs for their group or for a solo, pinky is very much looking forward to spreading her wings as far as choreographing goes! her specialties are hiphop and sexier types of dancing, but she can make most things work.

if your muse is a dancer, she'll likely have fun trying to challenge them to expand their repertoire, pushing them to try something new and unexpected.

if your muse isn't a dancer, she's likely to try to teach them a few basic steps and build a dance around what they're comfortable with. she does take dancing seriously (one of the few things she does, actually.) so be prepared for some grueling lessons, but she's really only looking to help.

[squirrelly831]

Nationality: Koreans

All the non-Koreans can be found here

Amber born in Osan, South Korea. She found Melly on Youtube and introduced her online to Yejin. She’s half Korean and half American/white.

Naeun born in Gwacheon, South Korea. Wanted to be an idol as a kid and began training when she was 13, but gave up at 16. Full Korean.

Daeun born in Busan, South Korea. Full Korean.

Mieun born in Daegu, South Korea, but moved to Vancouver, Canade when she was 3. She’s Korean and a quarter Canadian/white.

Yihyun born and raised in Seoul, South Korea. She’s half Korean and half Vietnamese.

Dasom born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. She frequently goes to Ulsan, South Korea, where her dad’s family lives, during the holidays. She’s half Australian/British and half Korean.

Yuna born in Siheung, South Korea. Moved to Seoul to be closer to Jaebum and go to university. Full Korean

Misun born in Incheon, but moved to Seoul with her grandparents after her parents kicked her out. Full Korean.

Mija born in Seoul, South Korea, but ran away from home and moved in with her abusive ex. Eventually reconciled with family, but continued to live on her own. Full Korean.

Yejin born in Sokcho, South Korea, but move to Osan with her family when she was in middle school. Full Korean

Melly born in Sokcho, South Korea and adopted by a French family and moved to Nice, France. Youtuber and vlogger. Full Korean.

Sojin born in Mokpo, South Korea. Move up closer to Seoul to become a trainee at 12, but quite at 16. Full Korean.

Jasmine born in Daegu, South Korea, but adopted by American/white family. Moved to Washington for 6 year then Boston. Eventually moved back to South Korea to find her family. She’s half Korean and half American/black.

Hyemin born in Seoul, South Korea. Lived in London for two and a half years for a foreign exchange experience. She lived with Bailey at that time. Full Korean.

Chaeyeon born in Daejeon, South Korea, but moved to Busan in 5th grade. Full Korean.

[realrhythmskrp]

DISPATCH, (05/20/17): Mirage Media has officially released information about television host, Kim Yeseul, who goes by simply “Yeseul”, on Weekly Idol’s official website! Yeseul is an ‘86 liner and has been beloved by fans since the show started in 2009. Find out more about Yeseul below!

I, KIM YESEUL, have read and understand the terms and conditions as my position of TELEVISION HOST 1 and agree to honor the standards that are to be expected of me as an employee of MIRAGE MEDIA.

OOC INFORMATION

Preferred name: lynn

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: pst

Other muses: none

IC INFORMATION

Faceclaim: Park Sojin

Name: Kim Yeseul

Stage name (if applicable): Yeseul

Idol concept: Yeseul is known as the member of the duo who always has that brutally honest humour that is often times bland. She’s been given the concept of “cuttingly truthful”.

Birth date and age: March 31, 1986 / 30

Company name: Mirage Media

Group Name (if applicable): -

Group Position (if applicable): Television Host 1

Strength: Even though she’s known for sometimes being the uptight kind of person, when idols finally meet here, they realize how welcoming and helpful she is. This always come into play for her variety skills.

Weaknesses: One thing Yeseul has trouble with is her image outside of Weekly Idol is her anger management. She tries her best to watch what she says, but often times things do come out about secrets of other idols behind the scenes.

Positive traits: helpful, assertive, loyal

Negative traits: hot-headed, aggressive, cynical

PERSONAL HISTORY

Kim Yeseul was born in Quebec, Canada to a anthropologist and musical professor. They lived there for more than seven years It was Yesul’s first playground. Quebec would always be her hometown. The place where she learned to walk, talk, smile, cry and laugh. The land where she first disliked school and fell in love with the people in it. Yeseul was saddened by the news that they have to bid farewell to Quebec, but she promised to visit often.

For the next few years, the Kim family traveled the world. Yeseul’s mother was born an adventurer and she took her husband and only child with her to see the beauty that is Earth. They visited the wonderful cities in Africa. They had nice meals in Europe and South America. And after months and months of inhaling culture and knowledge, the family of three returned to Asia.

They migrated to Nagoya when Yeseul was thirteen. The Japanese land where the father of the household was born and grew up in. Yeseul attended school for the with people who talked a different language than her for the first time. She gained friends who influenced her in so many things. These things that groomed Yeseul to what she is today, and the dreams she wants to achieve in life.

At fifteen, Yeseul’s mother died from breast cancer. The same year, she and her father relocated to Seoul because of her mother’s wishes. She attended an international because of her determination to flourish her talents and to also kill time and drift from her depression. Speaking out and interacting with other helped keep her mind off of things. It ignites the passion in her heart. It makes her alive. Hence, Yeseul chases for it. She inhales it.

Sweet sixteen. Yeseul made a decision of a lifetime. She told her father that she wanted to become someone on television. Her father accepted her life choices by offering his blessings. By the end of the year, Yeseul is already under a training contract. And she never felt this alive.

Yeseul made a name for herself online, especially Naver and Youtube.  She made parody of popular songs and released them online (mostly with the assistance of her father and step-sister). She is also a known face in the ulzzang community in Seoul. Nevertheless, she is a growing talent, eager to show what she’s got to the world.

One of the most proud moments of her life is to finally graduate from high school. Yeseul was grante ad second honor for all her dedicated and hard work. The year passed by quickly with it being eventful and memorable. Yeseul attended Hongik University to major in Korean language and literature. By the time she graduates, it was confirmed that she would debuting as a co-host for a new show.

Idol life is not as easy at some may think. Yeseul struggled to maintain her visuals in the public eye which resulted herself sometimes falling back into depression, and working double time to get her name. Whilst her co-host had his own activities, Yeseul was scouted to do extra work overseas. She’s been in the Japanese magazine spreads, as well as commercials, which became rather hectic after many months. This lead to the rumors of her possibly never had wanting to be a host and just wanting to be an idol after all. However, Yeseul proves time and time again that Weekly Idol will always have a special place in her heart, and she’ll never leave them behind - despite the growth of her career in Japan.

[thesinglesjukebox]

SUNMI - NOIR

[5.83]

A reminder, were it needed, to look out for each other as best we can.

Iris Xie: Kicking off "Noir," the gauzy, haunting fade-in shudders as Sunmi starts singing the title. Combined with the expanse of that stuttering low-end synth, these elements cut a wide swath through the despair and paint a landscape of luxurious decay. It's almost dangerous -- that same decadence fuels Sunmi's self-aware cynicism about the purpose of discussing your mental health on social media -- is it for yourself to seek help and support, or is it for your likes? To your followers, is there really any difference? And also, are those really the only two decisions in a world where proper mental healthcare is often out of reach, unaffordable, and sometimes, incredibly, lets you down? (I can't help but think about Jonghyun, Sulli, Hara, Sojin from Baby Kara, and many others I've seen pass while following K-pop, while also thinking about surviving one of my own friends, RIP.) Taking the song and lyrics together though, I get the message that if your whole brand, especially if you're a K-pop star, is giving everything, it would seem wrong to not indulge yourself and your audience by opening up. Sunmi breaking apart the word "Noir," decimating the "oir" part into almost stylish, lively yelps, injects some energy into a solid hook that floats above these contemplations. But what really has kept this song in the back of my mind throughout 2019 and ended up making me nominate this for Amnesty is the verse-verse pairing, and the slight slowing of the tempo for the second time she starts singing "I've already seen this before". The snare drum is impatient and highlights the desperation that lurks right underneath the stoic cool of her vocals. One can rest on the restless apathy of that slowdown alone and fade into a preferable obsolescence, trying to find a way to escape into something that isn't the now. Why not? In the hellscape that's 2019, finding true rest is difficult. But a void that alludes to chaos, and a fantasy of a so-called sweet nothingness? At least that's tangible. [7]

Leonel Manzanares de la Rosa: A more restrained but far more elegant Sunmi, with a more sober production, complete with '80s-indebted atmospheric synths that underscore her remarkable hook delivery. At first, "Noir" feels like a departure from the vigorous gestures and big drops of "Gashina" and "Heroine", but on repeated listens, it comes off as a more natural progression; the third stage of her imperial phase. [8]

Kayla Beardslee: The hook took some decoding for me, as I knew the connotations of film noir but not its actual definition as a genre of crime narratives "characterized by cynicism and moral ambiguity" -- but in using it to describe modern communication and digital relationships, Sunmi hits the nail on the head. The moral ambiguity of social media lies not so much in its users (we've all seen online debates settle into a binary of right and wrong), but in the assignment of blame for the shit that goes down. How incensed should we be at individual users or fanbases who drive harmful discourse, when developers and CEOs are the ones gamifying the validation of our lives? Even more interesting implications offer themselves up with the comparison to noir: the idea that social media encourages us to lean into personality tropes ("I've already seen this before") and therefore flattens unique ideas, the idea that our struggles are being stylized and filtered through a screen for others' entertainment. The song itself has the common K-pop quality of filling every inch of its space with plush synths, which I can only get so excited about. But the production isn't the focus: I began my blurb thinking "Noir" was a decent [5], but as I kept writing and falling into new analytical chasms, my score kept creeping up, and now I want to write an entire paper about the fascinating music video. What better way to explore the danger of artifice than with bubbly, vibrant pop? [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Sleek to the point of anonymity -- the only thing that really stands out is when Sunmi leans into the camp, counting down from three or sing-talking about bullshit. There's nothing particularly bad here, but that's mostly because there's nothing here at all. [4]

Kylo Nocom: I can do without whining over outrun for the rest of my life. "Noir" boasts perhaps the most annoying chorus of the year and very little else to show for all its self-impressed drama. [3]

Iain Mew: It took watching the video for me to get "Noir." It sounds impenetrable and worn out, and before that I thought it was just passing me by, but now I think it's the point. Putting across weariness in a song isn't hard, but putting across weariness in such a tightly constructed semi-banger is another matter, and here it is. The sound of layers of emotional armour, of seeing a fire and just taking it as a routine selfie opportunity. If I was feeling bleaker I might fall for it after all. [6]

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Marketing Blog Tumbler Post Big Hit Entertainment

 Intro: Big hit is a Korean entertainment company. They produce good music and are home to some big name artist. The most famous being The Bang Ten boys or BTS as they are better known by their fans. I think social media is essential for what they do because it allows the company to get their name as well as the artist name out as well as spread the word about different types of music they are working on right now. In turn this builds up their cliental and their artist fandoms grow and more of their music albums to be sold. They are in the Korean music entertainment industry quickly making a name for themselves overseas and globally particularly here in America as of lately. Many Entertainments companies find it essential today to use social media to market their music artist and Big Hit is no different. In fact if anything I would say this is one of Big Hits’s strongest marketing tools and one of their greatest strengths as a company. Big hit has a whole team whose sole purpose is to use various social media sites to het their name and the name of their artists out to as many people as possible at one time.  They do this by updating their artist fans regularly by posting about their everyday activity on both Big Hits social media sites as well as the group of artists individual social media sites.  They encourage themselves to frequently update the SMS as well as the fan café online encouraging them to post selfies and go live. This is accomplished using the V app an app which allows one way video chat and answer questions or just talk to fans normally allowing their fans to have a small peak at their being the scenes in their life.  As often as possible leaving their fans the ability to connect to them.  Big Hits is really good about using every social media tool there is at their disposal. 

 Overall social media use: Big hit entertainment company that was founded by Bang Si Hyck back in 2008 -2009 has been using social media since as early as 2010 to promote their up and coming groups. I have found footage that dates back as early as 2011 of the now members audition to get into their company. Although in recent years it has become clear that Big Hit has defined their practice of using social media as an effective marketing tool, which is probably what lead to their biggest KPOP group winning best social media artist in the 2017 billboard awards. This was a first for a KPOP group like themselves a huge feel considering they had to beat out a lot of big name artist like Selena Gomez, Arianna Grande, & Justin Bieber. This group uses twitter, instagram,Vapp,onlinefan café, you tube, facebook, and snap chat it has also been rumored that a  couple of BTS has some secret fan accounts on these platforms as well as tumbler used to interact with their fans. As far as I can tell the company use both their Twitter & Instagram accounts the most when it comes to the promotion of themselves. They use You tube, the V app and fan café a lot. Their strategy seems simple use the media sites for promotion of the group and its activities and use the other media outlets to build fandom and increase the sales of their merchandise and sales.

  Big Hit seems to use a lot of marketing strategies whether it be promoting their albums with contracted marketing firms to promote a certain album or just using their connections with local radio programs and various music shows and variety shows at local broadcasting stations to promote their artist current activities and keep their name on the front of people’s minds to generate buzz and interest in their groups . This causes an increase in album sales, revenue, and builds fandom which increases concert sales, merchandise sales, and sales for future concerts. The marketing strategy seems to be the use of social media along with its various platforms to promote their artist as well as their products. For example when BTS released their Wings album back in 2016, Big Hit released multiple mini clips of each member with a dramatic back story along with a small snippet of a song each lasting about 30 seconds a piece and the fandom went nuts trying to figure out what was going on.BTS became a hot topic on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, and even you tube as several people began to debate what these teasers could possible mean as these theories were circulated around #’s related to BTS began generating more specifically BTS fans. Now this was not a first for Big Hit as they did a similar mini story release when BTS released their third album in their “The most beautiful moment in life trilogy titled “The most beautiful moment in life Forever Young” which included a dramatic video that took the whole fandom by surprise and the result was a storm of comments and theories circulating around the fandom along with multiple hashtags about the video again. However like the mysterious video teasers they had used to promote the wings album. This video preluded a whole dramatic back story that left the fans asking one question. “why? What happened? This was a good move on Big Hits because it peaked everyone’s interest it got everyone asking about upcoming Album and MV release. In fact the interest was so much several you tubers even add videos about both of these campaigns to share their own theories. Even Big Hits current campaign for BTS newest album “Love Yourself” was first introduced with a highlight reel featuring a different back story for each member. All of which were very cute and memorable due to the cute meets the members had with girls featured in their reel and it got the fans talking about who these girls were and how they related to the album as BTS rarely use female actors in their MV’s again this album was released two weeks ago was met with much anticipation and numerous hashtags has managed to top the chats of all the KPOP charts and music shows and has made it on to the Bilboard top 100 here in the US. So you know if to determine the most critical relationships necessary for Big Hit and their success. I would say it is probably the relationship they have with Korea’s various broadcasting stations and music shows like music bank and mnet countdown as the various entertainment variety shows. The relationship they share with local radio stations who often play the boys music their relationship with various news reporters and online news sites who are always writing articles on their activities, success, and their own relationships with different brand sponsors who see their artist model things which currently include puma, BBQ chicken, smart uniform,SK Telecom. 

Data : Facebook BTS’s official Facebook page has 5,223,675 people following on their page and 5,144,119 likes on their page there is a link on this page to Big Hits home page which hasn’t been set up yet so I wasn’t able to see how many people had visited it. But seeing as it was pretty high up in the search bar when I googled it so I think it is pretty safe to assume that I am not the only one interested in this company. However I did find their Wikipedia page & was able to gain a ton of useful information from there. Big Hits facebook page has 1,595,756 followers and 1,573,413 likes There are featured videos and articles about its artist. I’m pretty sure it’s the same stuff that appears on BTS page only Big Hits is in all Korean, while BTS’s has been converted to English for their overseas and international fans. Wikipeida: Big Hit which is a south Korean entertainment company founded in 2005 by Bang Si- Hyuk and is currently home to to kpo idol group BTS and Musical duo Homme, although it previous groups include 2am,8eight,Glam and Lim Jeong-hee, and its more notable former trainees includes Hwang Eunbi (SinB)  and Jung Eunbi (Eunha) of well know upcoming female kpop group Gfriend, well know rapper Iron who was featured on popular television show “sshow me the money” Jin Hyo-sang (kidoh) and Kim Sang-gyun (A-tom)of well know male Kpop group Topp Dogg, Park Seung-Jun (seungjun) and Jung In-Seong (Inseong) of popular up and coming kpop group KNK, Jo So-Jin (sojin)of popular female kpop group Nine Muses, Kim Joo- mi (Zumy) of famous and well seasoned female kpop group Ladies Code, and Ahn Hyung-seob a former contestant on popular audition program Produce 101, season 2. Big Hit which is a private company has 52 employees and has an annual operating income of 35,500,000,000 won as of 2017 and is located in Seoul Gangnam-gu, Nonhyeon-dong, 155-010,10-31 Cheong-gu bldg,2F, South Korea. Twitter:Big Hits Twitter has over 3.6 milion followers and seems to be updated frequently , and is used to promote not only Bighit as a company but their Artist as well. Their most recent tweet which was tweeted just 12 hours ago  was used to share an article written on Naver.com about their group BTS and how they took first place on Music Bank for the second week in a row. The Article goes on to say that BTS beat out another famous artist I.U.’s song “Autum Morning” with their new track “DNA”.  BTS’s official results K-charts was calculated based off the fact that they received 65% of the digital music record votes, 5% music sales, 20% number of broadcasts, and 10 % of Audence preference to give BTS a score of 8,876 points to the 6,376 points I.U. won. BTS historic unseating of Kpop Queen I.U. is just the beginning though . Because this trophy was not the only one BTS has managed to score this comeback. They have also won first prize on MBC’s music show “Show Champion”, and KBS’s 2 TV “Music Bank”, SBS’s “Popular Song” and Mnet “MCountdown” and have secured a spot in Billboard’s top 100, proving that not only are they a very powerful and talented boy group, but that “DNA” is an awesome song and this has already a very successful comeback. (Article is written in Korean, but was translated by @NefariousEunoia and can be found on Big Hit’s most recent Tweet in the comment section, or if you can understand it feel free to read the original article on Naver, link can bee found in Big Hit’s most recent Tweet.) Instagram: Big Hit does have a Instagram in fact it has two… @boys.BigHit which has 2,900 followers, and  is believed it is used to promote the Big Hit trainees to promote their activities, although this Instagram page only has 1 post.  Meanwhile the other Instagram Big Hit has @BTS.BigHitOffical  has 5.8 million followers and has over 346posts each with at least a million likes. Which is why most people believe that this is Big Hits official Instagram, as it is used most often to promote the boy activities. However it is possible that both of these are used by Big Hit as they both have verified and each includes a link to the Big Hit website. (Which again unfortunately has not been set up yet) BTS Amino: This is an app that connected the BTS’S official fan café and its purpose to allow international fans of BTS and other Big Hit group to stay connected to their favorite artist and the company keeping them up to date. Many fans are not able to join the official fan page as its layout is entirely in Korean as is the majority off their uploads. By going through this page which is in English and updated in English (for your language of choice) You can both keep current with events and stay connected to your favorite artist and meet other fans like themselves and even send fan mail via email to the boy and their company. It’s a pretty cool app I had it on my phone in order to research it for this project, but I am considering keeping it as it allows for having fun with it. 

 Assessments and Recommendations Big Hits over all marketing seem to be a pretty successful one. Big Hit uses all their tools at their disposal which means their music and their main musical group at the moment BTS.  Big hit uses their connections with various to secure BTS a spot on the music shows every time they have a comeback, which allows BTS to perform and promote their new song which in turn increases album sales. By doing shows like this in which fans are encouraged to vote for their favorite performer or team it generates buzz online and produces numerous hashtags with BTS as part of the subject line. This in turn generates more fans, more interest in their group by increasing sales of future concerts and merchandise sales. Another thing this does is bring in perspective companies who are looking for bright young stars to model clothing lines or participate in photo shoots which gives another line of revenue through group contracted work in which Big Hit gets a portion. So as you can see social media plays a key role and works hand in hand w Big Hits as well as other marketing tools to help promote their product. Which in ths case shows they have a solid foundation and a lot of potential as a group. Recently it has become a trend to cast popular idols K-dramas and variety shows in turn this reaches a new demographic and a new population. This boosts the drama rating thanks to KPOP fans it draws the prospective Kdrama fans into the KPOP fandom therby once again increasing their sales of merchandise and concerts. In addition to bringing the artist appearance fee plus the fee for singing the show OTS all of which Big Hit gets a cut of it also means it is sure to buzz among the fans of the said artists and groups and KDrama fans everywhere meaning more online articles, mentions, reviews and hashtags ultimately building more revenue coming in as the show fans will purchase the OTS on I tunes if not. Another new marketing concept for Big Hit whom had been using the boys beyond the scenes you tube channel to shoot Bangtan Bombs. Also BTS appears in a similar show back 2014-2015 called “American Hustle Life” it was shot in LA despite the boys of KPOP not being very well known at the time it was received pretty well and most of the episodes can still be found on you tube today all with a pretty significant amount of views as we know leads to more social media posts. Overall I would say that their marketing strategy is a pretty solid one. I don’t really have anything to recommend in the way of changing things, what they are doing seems to be working. I would however say that Big Hit does need to get their website up and running soon. 

 Citations: www.http://facebook.com/ibighit

www.http://Facebook.com/bts 

www.http://Twitter.com/bts_twt 

www.http://Twitter.com/BigHitEnt

www.http://instagram/bts.bighitoffical

www.http://Ibighit.com

www.http://entertain.naver.com/read?oid=76&aid=0003159480 

www.http://btsblog.ibighit.com/m 

www.http://btsamino.com

www.http://youtube.com/bighit 

www.http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/big_hit_entertainment 

www.http://youtube.comabiz

www.http://youtube.com/vip www.http://youtube.combangtantv 

www.http//bbc.co.uk

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[1kook]

some way, some how

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you. Warnings: emotional constipation, toxic ex, internalized misogyny, jk has bad experiences w/his ex’s dad, one scene where jk throws up, brief episode of panic, mentions of terminal cancer (minor); smut; fingering, praise kink, face fucking, spitting kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex on top of a car im sorry Misc: autoshop owner!jk, businesswoman!oc, slice of life, childhood crushes, friends to lovers, ex gfs, pining, country bumpkin pjm w/crush on oblivious oc, ex-bf kth but it’s not real lol Wc: 19.4k (wow!!!)

the spirit of auto shop jk possessed me n next thing i knew i was 11k into a drabble. if ur curious: the 1975 corvette, car at the end, the tweed suitskirt (not actually chanel ☹️sowwyyy) also: this is the longest fic I've written!!!!! clap for me!!!!! i proofread the first few paragraphs n was like thats enough professionalism for the day

inspired by ain’t no mountain high enough one of my fave songs ever🥺 the title is a lyric from the song bc i love it so much enjoy !!

The garage is mostly dark when you enter, the faint hum of a radio quietly filtering through the stagnant room, its source coming from the back wall, where the only light is. It’s a rolling lamp, shining down an ugly yellow glow onto the figure of one man.

Jungkook’s sitting in that same rolling stool he always is, the metal one that’s rusted beyond repair, the cushion so uncomfortably flat. He’s caught up in whatever paint job he’s been tasked with this time around, a classic muscle car from what looks like the 80’s. He’s humming along to the radio, so caught up in stenciling out his design that he doesn’t notice you creep behind him until you’re very purposefully rattling the tool cart beside him, a teasing “boo!” making him jump.

“Fuck, you scared me,” he gasps, rubs over his chest as if to check if his heart is in fact still there. You grin, brandish your bag of takeout out for him before he can lecture you on the dangers of startling people who work around very complex machinery. Instead, all he says is, “you’re an angel.”

Once you’ve got the food carefully scattered across his work bench, your cherry cola tucked next to a canister of gasoline like that’s the safest practice, Jungkook wastes no time diving into all the details of his project, the 1975 Chevy Corvette behind him. The longer you look at it, the more you feel you’ve seen it somewhere. Probably a car show, you presume.

“Purrs like a kitten,” he sighs dreamily, completely ignoring the way half his toppings slide out from the opposite end of his cheeseburger. You don’t, and you swipe a fallen pickle from his tray before he can catch you.

“A kitten?” You ask, glance over at the car. It’s desperately in need of a paint job, and you only realize this now as you stare at it more in depthly. The niggling feeling that you know this car is still there, but you ignore it in favor of indulging your best friend. “Don’t people usually compare cars to bigger, better cats?”

There’s a taped stencil running alongside the car, a thick stripe followed by a thinner one, and you suppose Jungkook’s trying to spice her up, give her back the same youthfulness she probably had in her prime. What better way to do so than by adding some classic stripes alongside it.

Jungkook hums, gulps down his soda noisily. “Not this one. Never heard an engine as soft as hers.”

You roll your eyes. For a minute, the two of you quietly chew through your burgers, the radio filling in the gaps while you analyze the car. You know this car, but you can’t remember where. Jungkook coughs into his palm, probably from trying to inhale his fries too fast like he does every time you go to the diner you’re eating from today.

The diner.

A mouthful of braces. A pretty waitress. A strict dad.

“Holy shit, this is Sojin’s dad’s car,” you inhale, the memories from high school suddenly hitting you full force. Jungkook chokes, out of surprise this time, and furiously goes to deny your claims. “This is totally his car. The one he tried to run you over with when he caught you trying to put her on the back of your bike.”

“He didn’t try to run me over,” Jungkook whines, and the tips of his ears are red from your revelation.

You glare. “Why are you fixing that asshole’s car for him?” You interrogate, the last quarter of your burger forgotten in favor of squeezing the truth out of him. You’d had enough of that treacherous woman and her equally deranged father causing Jungkook trouble, and to catch him still helping her now, almost ten years later, was enough to make a brain vessel pop.

He shrugs, avoids your eyes as he picks through his fries. The radio is still on, some tune you recognize from those old days at the diner when Jungkook had become so unbelievably smitten with the part timer that served you milkshakes every Wednesday afternoon.

He had been in love with her the moment he saw her, and the look in his eyes was only magnified by those dorky glasses he wore pre-lasik. You'd been his friend long enough, recognized the jump of his scrawny thigh beneath the table. Like a bunny, thumping in excitement at the sight of her.

Sojin was... full of surprises.

She was nothing less than a supermodel, long legs carrying her around the diner as if it was her runway. She was nice too, so you hadn’t originally had an excuse to dislike her. She was nice, and so endeared with your best friend that it was inevitable when they began dating. Her presence consumed the end of your high school careers, overtook the time that should have been yours and Jungkook’s last year before being thrown into adulthood. He decided on studying at a technical school nearby—per your encouragement to save money—while you travelled five hours out for your degree in business. That last year, when you had finally come to terms with your feelings, had been so painfully ripped away by Sojin and her never-ending list of teenage drama, and by Sojin’s dad and his overbearing need to police her and Jungkook every chance he got.

Jungkook still hung out—“Sojin was busy, do you wanna do something?”—but more often than not those hang outs consisted of Jungkook telling you about her and her dad, about how hard he tried to get into his good graces.

The bike incident had only been one of many. Times where Jungkook would put his heart—and life—on the line for that girl only for it to be in vain every time she broke up with him over the simplest things. You’d heard stories from Jungkook, all told with a tight smile, of a handshake that would bruise, a man chasing him with a bat, of a car following him to school. All things he put up with for a girl who didn’t care for him. One day, after Jungkook had grudgingly sat through an hour long dinner with her family, the stare of her father piercing through him, she broke up with him because she didn’t like how long his hair had gotten.

(If anyone were to ask you, he was handsome with long hair. Dreamy even.)

He cut it that same day.

As her childishness grew, you quickly came to dislike her. She strung Jungkook around, you thought, and just when you thought she was finally done toying with him and making his life difficult in the sneakiest ways, the damn kid started hitting the gym. His growing frame, toned arms and now straightened teeth had turned him into a heartthrob, and Sojin was just as aware of this as you were. “Don’t we look perfect together?” She’d ask, twirl around him like they were on the cover of a magazine and not standing on his chipped front porch.  

Needless to say, by the time graduation had rolled around you despised the woman. You absolutely disliked how she treated Jungkook, how she let her father treat Jungkook without ever stepping up and defending him. Granted, you didn’t know exactly what went on in her household behind closed doors, you’d seen enough of her uncaring attitude to want to ram her and her dad’s head against the hood of the car.

Which is why seeing the old car, in Jungkook’s shop nonetheless, was rekindling a boiling hatred in your chest. “That man should rot in hell for all he put you through,” you huff, glare at the car like it holds some magical connection to him and he can feel the intensity of your stare.

“___,” Jungkook scolds, swirls his cup around to distract himself. “He was just trying to protect his only daughter,” he defends, quietly, like it’s what he tells himself to justify all those years of mistreatment. Even when he and Sojin had continued through college, it had never stopped. You, being five hours away, couldn’t do a damn thing. “Besides, the guy’s old as hell now.”

You snort, finally breaking your staring match with the car. Glancing at Jungkook, he’s got that same forlorn expression on his face, the one he started wearing when he first came to terms with the fact that her dad would never like him. There was a time it was stuck permanently on his face, the pressure and the discomfort that came from the father of the girl you’ve dated for five years looking at you like you were nothing more than a speck of dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

When you came back from school, educated and confident, you almost didn’t recognize your best friend. Tall and broad, tattoos splattered over his arm. Hair long like you loved it, but eyes still as round and wondrous as they’d been when you were kids. He had his own place now, he told you, and you vaguely remembered all the times he mentioned him and Sojin moving in together, mentally preparing yourself to see that wench for the first time in a while.

Much to your surprise, there was no Sojin in sight. No lingering artifacts of her presence. Nothing that showed she existed in this space besides an ugly orange mug she’d given him for his birthday one year, tucked into the very back of his cabinets. They’d broken up, he explained. Almost immediately after graduation.

After stringing him along for the better part of five years, she had decided this wasn’t what she wanted. No, what she wanted was a man ten years her senior with an abundance of cash to flow. Jungkook hadn’t cried. Hadn’t even looked the tiniest bit upset when you ordered pizza and drank some beer, watched your favorite episodes of The Simpsons like you were seventeen and avoiding your homework again.

You stayed the night, a little too tipsy to drive home. Besides, Jungkook had a spare bedroom. It was a room beside his, just a full bed with a chest of drawers. You liked it, liked the scent of him surrounding you after only seeing each other for a couple weeks in between months of distance. You liked it, because when he shifted in bed you realized the beds were pressed against the same wall, and you liked it until the shared wall spared you no secrets, and you listened to him quietly sob into his pillow.

“Old or not, he’s still the devil,” you murmur, snapping back to the present where Jungkook is wheeling himself closer to the car again. “Where did you find that thing anyway?”

He stays silent, quietly pretending like he still has something to do on the car besides paint it. Then, “I bumped into Sojin at the store.”

You sigh, drop your head between your shoulders. You can only imagine what whirlwind of a sob story she had to throw on him to win this favor.

“Kook,” you start, gauging his reaction only from his backside. His muscles ripple beneath his dark t-shirt, his usual red jumpsuit knitted around his waist. “What happened?”

Again, silence.

You say nothing, let him sort through the hurt on his own while you creep up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and pressing down on the cricks behind his neck. He melts into your touch, head lolling forwards as a quiet sigh escapes him.

“She told me she was low on cash, and she needed the car to get to work,” he confesses, and from his ducked position, his voice trembles. You roll your eyes.

“And the paint job?”

A particularly rough press of your fingers has a whimper escaping him. God, this boy needed to see a chiropractor and a masseuse soon. All that hunching over and under these cars was doing a number on his back.

“I… I figured I might as well fix up the exterior too.” Of course he would, you think, Jungkook’s heart was stupidly big and easy to manipulate. He would get so swept up in it sometimes, trying to do the best he can for everyone’s benefit that he’d ignore himself.

You sit in his confession, fingers digging into his skin for a few minutes as you consider what to say.

The mature adult in you, the logical half of you, wants to hit him upside the head, scold him for letting that wench into his life again so easily. You were going on twenty-six now, all three of you, and you didn’t have time to be fixing him every time that childish woman decided to toy with him. Granted, it’s been four years since you last saw her, since you heard him muffle his cries on the other side of the wall, and you liked to think Jungkook was a respectful adult of society now. He didn’t have time to get dragged around by self-absorbed women with insane fathers.

The other part, the best friend since childhood, wants to run away. Wants to pack Jungkook into a suitcase and take him far away from here and from her. Unlike you, who now lived in the city, Jungkook had stayed in your small hometown, a quiet place just outside the bustling city. It was difficult to ensure his happiness when you were always forty-five minutes out of reach. It would be so much easier to just take him and fly to another province, maybe on the beach, Jungkook loved the beach.

“Listen,” he says, successfully pulling you out from your spiral. “I know what you’re gonna say and I just wanna tell you it’s not like that.”

You blink, hands stilling on his shoulders. Your lack of movement allows him to spin around on his chair, gaze up at you with the same shiny gaze he’s given you ever since you were kids. “I’m just doing her this tiny favor. She looked...” he trails off, face scrunching to find the words.

“Like shit?” You propose, and he smiles. “Like flaming dumpster shit behind a club?”

Jungkook laughs, loud and beautiful. You want to kiss the mole beneath his lip.

“She looked bad, okay?” He settles, reaches forward to take your palm in his. You’re standing between his thighs, and you wonder how he would have acted if you were Sojin. “Don’t think things worked out with that CEO she was dating. I’m just giving her a push.”

You sigh, try to push those crestfallen sobs to the back of your head. “Okay,” you agree, briefly glancing back at the damn car. “You fix her car, and that’s it,” you state. Jungkook nods, makes a little X over his heart. He knows how much you hate that woman. “No funny business.”

“No funny business,” he agrees, then reaches down for a white spray can. “You wanna spray some dicks on it before I paint it?”

“Please,” you laugh, taking the face mask he offers you with a grin.

—

One day your car starts making a weird noise as you pull out of the underground parking garage of your building. It’s somewhere between a pig squealing and metal scraping. You’ve been around Jungkook long enough to know this is probably something to do with your breaks, something about them being loose or old, one of the two. You have a short day at work today. There’s repairs being done to the office you work at, so everyone’s been spending more time working from home.

You leave work a little after two pm, head pounding from the hour long meeting you sat through, the mediocre business proposals your boss had asked you to look through and file. There’s a hefty load of emails waiting in your inbox, mostly the interns requesting you write them a recommendation letter. You’ll have to look through those later, pick out the good ones and write them each a unique piece kissing the ground they walk on.

The scent of freshly fried donuts hits your nose as you pull into your old town; the bakery down the road from Jungkook’s has their windows open. You can already taste the sweetness on the tip of your tongue, the iced coffee cooling your insides as you sit and watch Jungkook work on your car.

Jungkook’s shop is on the corner of the street, takes up a huge chunk with it’s massive garage and driveway; the office area is tiny compared to the sheer size of the actual work floor. There’s music blaring through the overhead speakers, and when you pull in you recognize it as Jimin’s playlist.

“Morning, Miss,” the country bumpkin says, leaning against your car door as you rifle through your purse. “What’re you in for?”

“Hi, Jimin,” you reply sweetly, take his hand as he helps you out the door. You very vaguely explain the noise your car had made that morning, glancing around the shop as Jimin gets to work inspecting it. “Where’s Jungkook?”

Jimin’s waving over some other employees, all greeting you in their matching red jumpsuits. “Kook’s in the office,” he tells you, and it’s almost sensual the way his hand glides over your palm for your keys. God, you needed to get laid. “Has some lady friend in there with him.”

You pause, the bustling of the crew behind you fading into the background. Something inside you snaps, and you whirl around the garage, before catching sight of a 1975 Chevy Corvette, almost unrecognizable from how you’d last seen it. It’s bright red now, a color you only briefly saw before you’d left the other night, with two, lightning bolt racing stripes decorating each side. It looks new, almost in mint condition, and the fact it’s still here has you storming through the garage.

Your heels clack loudly, the crew moving to the side as you torpedo straight into the offices. You barely remember to greet the receptionist before you’re stomping straight into the main office.

There’s no knock, no warning given, before you’re flinging the door open, seeing exactly what you’d expected. 

“___,” Jungkook stutters, jumping onto his feet from his position on the couch. He looks frantic, wide eyes flickering between you and the woman sitting in front of him, her back turned to you. But you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.

“Did you say ___?” She says, and she’s still as tall and as beautiful as you remember her. Had it not been for the heels you wore, you don’t doubt she’d tower over you. She flashes you a killer smile, lips carefully painted red. It almost looks murderous. “My! ___, you haven’t changed a bit,” Sojin exclaims, rushing around the couch to pull you into a tight hug. You don’t return it.

You let her cling to you for a second, before pushing her away as gently as you can by the shoulders. As much as you’d like to rip her in half, tear her apart for all she did to Jungkook, you won’t. You’re older now, elegant in all the ways you weren’t before. It would be a huge disservice to your maturity if you shoved your heel up her ass right now.

“It’s lovely seeing you, Sojin,” you smile, taking her hand in yours.

Besides, being a woman in business meant you knew better, more creative ways to strike.

“And your boyfriend?” You ask, tilting your head in staged confusion. You even glance around the office, like you’ll find the geezer hiding behind the potted plant or Jungkook’s frozen figure. “The rich one with the huge company? Did he come with you today?”

Her smile tightens, red lips pursed as she gauges you with those cat eyes that haunt your nightmares every now and then. “My ex-boyfriend,” she corrects after a minute, pastes a forlorn expression onto her features. “We’ve separated, and you know how it is for women like us,” she jests. “We need a man to push us along—“

“Do we?” You ask, think back on all those years of school, of studying and working and pushing yourself, all the time you spent investing in yourself for yourself. “I don’t think so,” you contemplate. “It’s really embarrassing if you can’t care for yourself without the help of a man. Almost like you don’t trust in your own abilities, and ride other’s coattails instead.”

A beat of silence. Two completely different worlds, and Jungkook hovering awkwardly beside you.

Two palms grasp your shoulders from behind, and when you turn Jungkook is smiling at you, forced and stressed like he can’t stand to be in this uncomfortable situation any longer. “Well,” he announces, pushing you behind him as he guides Sojin towards the door. “There was an issue with her car, so I’ll just check on it real quick, okay?”

You nod, feel empty as he takes her by the wrist, and not you. He hands her her purse, palm on the small of her back as they exit the office. When the door clicks shut behind them, you throw your own handbag at the ground, barely stop yourself from stomping like a child.

Instead, you breathe in, hold it, and exhale, just like your Tuesday yoga instructor taught you. By the time you’ve collected yourself a few minutes have passed, so you kneel down to gather your fallen lipstick tubes and cellphone from the floor, scooping them back into your purse.

Tugging the door shut behind you, you mindlessly wander down the hall, until you reach the small receptionist area and nearly get jumped by Kim Taehyung. “Holy shit, you won’t believe this,” he gasps, takes you by the shoulders and nearly shakes you until your brain falls out through your ears. You would have slapped him, had this been any other man, but he’s quite possibly the only man besides Jungkook you’d let jostle you like this. “You’ll never guess who just left the office with J—wait,” he pales, suddenly connecting two and two, your exit from said offices definitely a key factor in whatever conclusion he’s drawn. “You were in the office with Hwang Sojin and you didn’t kill her?!”

You huff, let him shake you again until you’re nearly tripping in your heels. “Yes, I know,” you groan, finally slap his hands away when you begin to feel this morning’s breakfast bubbling from all the motion. “I’m surprised too.”

“Wow,” Taehyung marvels, leans back against the receptionist desk even though the poor girl has told him time and time again not to. He ignores her, something he can do as second best friend to the boss. “Remember when she showed up crying outside his mom’s house and you threw a potted plant at her? Oh how the great have fallen.”

Rolling your eyes, you drift over to the plexiglass window in the office that looks out across the entirety of the garage floor. In the corner, Jungkook’s got the hood of the Corvette open as he works away on something, Sojin tapping at her phone beside him. “Why are you here, Tae?”

He steps beside you, tuned into the same scene. “Can’t visit my ex-girlfriend every now and then?” He teases, you groan.

“We dated for three days, dude, let it go,” you whine, and watch with rapt attention as Jungkook motions for her to start the engine. She does, and it purrs to life, soft and silky just like Jungkook said it does. She squeals and claps, launches herself into his arms in thanks. You look away.

“Yuck,” Taehyung gags and you couldn’t agree more. “Can’t believe you ended the best 72 hours of my life for that pinhead and the hussy attached to his hip.”

He shrieks when you pinch his side, and you take great satisfaction in the judgemental stare half the crew sends him through the glass. After all, they weren’t soundproof. “You embarrassed me and my brand,” he huffs, crossing his arms as the two of you return to watching Jungkook and the hussy.

“He’s not a pinhead,” you softly retort, watch him wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead as he waves her off. Sojin sends him a brigade of air kisses, none of which he catches. A sick sense of glee consumes you at the sight, but then he’s turning to stare directly at you and Taehyung through the glass, and the both of you quickly whirl away.

“His ability to find you in less than a second is so weird,” Taehyung shivers, and you ignore it, taking the candy from the bowl on the receptionist desk. She doesn’t care, having heard these conversations more than enough times to get the general gist of what you and Taehyung gossip about. You’re surprised she’s never mentioned it to Jungkook before.

Regardless, you listen to Taehyung complain about his life for a few more minutes, before Jimin’s sweet voice pops into the room. His ash blonde hair is all ruffled, and there’s something dark smeared over his otherwise perfect skin as he tells you your car is fixed. Taehyung bids you goodbye, and Jimin walks you back to your car out on the garage floor.

“All set, miss,” Jimin grins, puts a hand against the car so you don’t hit your head as you go in. You thank him, and don’t miss the way he lingers by your window.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, tilt your head quizzically. Jimin’s cheeks flush, and he looks shyly at the ground.

“Actually, I was wondering if—“

“___,” Jungkook calls, jogging over beside Jimin, who looks almost ashamed to be caught doing...whatever it was he was gonna do. Jungkook glances at him, catches him in some weird staring contest before crouching down to your window. “You needed your car fixed? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You blink, don’t know how to politely tell him he was too busy kissing the ass of his toxic ex-girlfriend to help you out. “Jimin helped me,” you smile, the same practiced expression you’ve mastered since college. You usually get by, usually trick people with that look, but not with him. Jungkook knows you too well, knows that look, and knows you’re holding yourself back. “You were busy.”

His lips part in surprise, tugged downwards with the hint of a frown. “I,” he stutters, looks at Jimin, who doesn’t seem that impressed with him either. “I… I would’ve came if you called.”

You tug your sunglasses out from their little case, slide them over the bridge of your nose as you strap your seatbelt over yourself. “Would you though?” You ask, flash him another polite smile before shifting your car’s gears. Jimin walks off, clears the path for you to exit, and with just Jungkook standing there, you speak freely. “I would hate to distract you from something important.”

—

Some of the proposals end up being better than expected, and after carefully sifting through them, your boss asks you to sit through presentations for the next few days. Your time gets consumed in graphs and budgets. There’s a multitude of businesses you have to look into, some big and well-known, and others small and local. You drive around the city one day, visiting business after business, until your ankles hurt in your heels and your cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Your only comfort is the nice Chanel skirt suit you’re wearing that makes you feel like the most important person in the room wherever you go.

By the time the week’s over, there’s a thin cut forming on the back of your ankles from all the walking you’ve done in your heels. You slump against your front door, tossing your heels in the vague direction of the closet before padding through your house.

You nearly scream yourself sore at the figure in your kitchen, hunched over what looks to be a hastily made cake with a number three candle. “Oh my god,” you seethe, turning the overhead light on to illuminate Jungkook’s grinning figure, dirty and sweaty from work. You glance at the clock on the stove; it’s only been about an hour since his garage closed.

“Surprise!” He exclaims, and you’re not the slightest bit amused when he begins humming the happy birthday song on a day that is definitely not your birthday.

When he’s done, you don’t clap and his beaming smile doesn’t waver. “It is not my birthday,” you calmly state, placing your leather padfolio on the counter.

Jungkook blows the candle out for you. “It’s the birthday of when we first met,” he explains, and gets to cutting the cake. How he remembers such a day, you don’t know. You do know that this is his mom’s birthday cake recipe, and you love that. “Can you believe it? Friends for almost three decades.”

“Almost,” you repeat, dutifully sitting across from him and taking the plate he offers. He nods at you like a bobblehead. 

His eyes are sparkly and big, like he’s drunk, and it’s only then you notice the red wine on the table, bottle open and halfway done. You set your fork down, grasp the neck of the bottle in your hand. “Have you been drinking?” You ask, even though the answer stares you right in the face. You frown. “You hate drinking.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shovels more cake into his mouth to delay his response. “Needed it,” he offhandedly explains, nearly eats the candle but you jump forward to snatch it off his fork before he can.

“What do you mean?” You inquire. You’re not hungry anymore, too interested in whatever’s going on in his head to make him think he needs to be drunk around you.

Jungkook gulps, reaches forward for more wine but you cradle the bottle to your chest. You nearly gasp when he levels you with a real, stony glare, the expression out of place on his face. “Cuz you’re mad,” he huffs. “At me.”

There was a time you would coddle Jungkook’s every mistake, never let him think he was at fault for anything. You’d grown out of it shortly before high school, recognizing boys were stupid no matter how much you tried to prove otherwise. Since then, you’ve watched him get into trouble time and time again—Sojin being the prime example—and only intervened when absolutely necessary. Some part of you, the half that hates seeing him upset, wants to tell him you’re not. The mature part in you, however, doesn’t let that happen.

“I am,” you agree, watch his eyes widen almost comically at your admission. You set the wine bottle back on the table, leaning your chin on your palm as you level him with the most unimpressed gaze you can. “I’m furious, actually.”

He whimpers, actually whimpers like a kicked puppy, and you can almost see the metaphorical ears pressed against his head and the tail tucked between his legs. His lips are big and pouty, stained from the wine. You’d love to know what they feel like.

Jungkook’s vulnerability lasts all of three seconds, before he’s shaking himself out of whatever emotional pit his foggy brain has him in. “Well, it’s dumb,” he spits, and it’s your turn to sit in shock. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Excuse me?” You ask, incredulously, because this has never happened before. Are you overprotective and sometimes overbearing? Sure. Has Jungkook ever voiced discomfort with that before? Never. “I’m not telling you what to do,” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest.

He rolls his eyes, pushes away from the table like a moody teen. You know it’s because he’s drunk, because he’s not himself, but you have to remind yourself that he obviously felt this way somewhere in his heart to voice it to you now. “You’re not my mom.”

You choke. “I’m not!” You angrily agree, pushing away from the table as well.

Jungkook snarls, “well you sure do love acting like her.” He picks up his plate, glances over at you with a look in his eyes that can only be likened to that of a sneaky cat, and then purposefully shoves the bread and frosting down the garbage disposal in the sink. You shriek, fly around the table and shove him away.

“What is wrong with you?” You seethe, push him away rudely with a hand on his face. Jungkook stumbles back, slips on the floor and nearly cracks his head on the corner of the counter. “Oh my god,” you exclaim, abandoning the sink in favor of watching the way his face twists up at the sudden motion, stomach contracting beneath his black t-shirt, cheeks puffing. “Oh god, oh god,” you stammer, tugging him to his feet with the strength only a panicked individual about to see an entire cake regurgitated onto their kitchen tile can have.

You’ve barely kicked the door to the bathroom open when Jungkook begins throwing up, gooey vomit spewing from his mouth and onto the floor. It touches your arm, and you shriek before shoving him in the general direction of the toilet.

“Ew, ew,” you freak, shoving your hand under the sink faucet to get that gross feeling away. You wanna vomit yourself, but you tell yourself there can only be one sick person at a time, and right now it’s Jungkook.

He’s got his head in the toilet, disgusting sounds echoing off the ceramic of it. By the time you’ve calmed down and washed your arm thrice, you move over to pull his bangs away from his face, letting him hurl in peace.

“I’m sorry,” he mopes, spews another round of birthday cake into the toilet.

You look away, blindly reach out to turn the bathroom fan on. “Mhm,” you nod, rubbing a hand over his back. Jungkook nods sadly against the toilet seat.

“‘M sorry,” he repeats, gags around nothing but the gross feeling left in his throat. “I-I know you just want…” a pause as he considers throwing up some more, “...want what’s best for me.”

“I do,” you agree, wipe a hand down the side of his face that he leans into. “Not trying to be your mom,” you assure him, and he snorts.

“Be a good mom,” he murmurs, so soft you don’t hear him. You hum, leaning closer and he repeats it. “You’d be… a good mom.”

Not knowing what to do with that information, you just pat his back until he falls asleep, cheek against the toilet seat.

—

“Woah, the sexual tension in this garage is off the charts,” Taehyung blurts from behind you, and you smack your clipboard against his chest. “Oof,” he grunts, rubbing his chest like it actually hurt. “You doing finances for him again?” He asks and you nod.

In an ideal world, Taehyung would leave upon finding out you’re busy. In this world, he simply leans into your personal space, nearly knocking you into an empty tool cart. “Oooh, an extensive list of all the money Jungkook’s stupidly blown this month. How much did he spend on neon signs this time?”

You relent, showing him the shop’s finances. Anywhere else, revealing a business’s finances without the consent of the owner would be a federal crime. Here, it’s the equivalent of showing Taehyung Jungkook’s browser history. “He spent how much on window tint?!”

“A lot,” you say.

There’s a whistle from across the garage, the shop’s resident country bumpkin Park Jimin standing at the huge garage doors with his hand on his hip. “No fraternizing, please.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Boooo,” he shouts, peels himself away from you to flick an impolite finger Jimin’s way. “He’s just jealous,” he tells you, and you frown.

“Of what?” You ask, and Taehyung nearly loses his shit.

“My precious ___,” he sighs, leans his forehead on your shoulder. “So beautiful and smart, yet so slow.” You flick the side of his forehead just as Jungkook strolls by and, seeing your attack, slaps the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Why do you guys hate me!” Taehyung exclaims, jumping at least five feet away from you and Jungkook’s giggling forms.

“How’s it going?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring Taehyung’s soulful cries as he glances over your shoulder at the clipboard. You tilt it his way, but he stands close anyway, until you can feel his breath huffing against the back of your neck.

“Okay, but you’re spending a lot of money stockpiling on things that haven’t shown signs of running out yet,” you explain, pointing at the window tint that had astonished Taehyung only a moment ago.

Jungkook grimaces, pink tongue swiping across his lip as he looks at the total amount he’s spent the last three months. “Well, it’s a good thing I have my accountant,” he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Not your accountant,” you correct, “just a friend who doesn’t wanna see you run your business to the ground from overspending.”

Jungkook waves you off, and Taehyung tries to sneak into the receptionist office behind you, but Jungkook catches him with his free hand. “This is the life,” he sighs, wistfully gazing over the garage floor. It reeks of motor oil and car paint.

“Count me out,” Taehyung snorts, voicing your disinterest toward such greasy and smelly work. He tries to wiggle out of Jungkook’s hold, but the muscle bunny only straps an arm around his neck, until Taehyung’s squirming and clawing for air against the red sleeve of his jumpsuit.

“My own successful business, a shitload of sexy cars, and of course,” he pauses, squeezes the two of you tighter until you’re both groaning. “My two best friends.” The sap has the gall to peck the top of your heads, and that seems to be the final straw for Taehyung who rips himself away.

“Have this lovefest somewhere else, man,” Taehyung says, flattening his rumpled clothing down. “You’re really putting a nail in my reputation around here.”

Jungkook cackles, mindlessly goes to wrap himself around you from behind. “Your reputation has been trash since that scream you let out the other day,” he informs him, swaying the two of you back and forth. Your heart thunders in your chest, and you just barely manage to avoid Taehyung’s pointed stare.

“Whatever, I’m outta here.” With Taehyung peaced out, you’re left in Jungkook’s arms, gazing over his business like two old lovers. It makes your chest tight, so you quickly go to shake him off.

“We’re okay?” Jungkook murmurs, so soft you almost don’t hear. He’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist, thumb massaging over the bone there like he’s afraid you’ll bolt the second he lets you go.

You nod, tuck the clipboard to your side. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Those sad puppy eyes, pouty lips turned southward. You want to wipe that look off his face. He sighs, glances at where your skin meets and gives it a squeeze. “I’ve been an ass lately,” he settles on saying. “Said some mean things and ruined your bathroom rug—I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what to say.

Jungkook takes your silence as understanding, reaching down to hold both your hands in his slightly dirty ones. “It won’t happen again. I’d rather lose a million friends than lose you,” he confesses, and something about it feels too real, too raw. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You nod, the constricting feeling in your throat only tightening when he smiles at you, those gentle eyes and plush lips for only you to see. You want to kiss him, swallow him whole. Right here on the garage floor so everyone knows he’s yours.

But you can’t because he’s not.

You settle on swinging your arms between you. “Just don’t do anything stupid,” you warn him, narrowing your eyes playfully. There’s a heavy feeling in your heart, something akin to anguish, but you could never voice it out loud.

“I won’t,” Jungkook promises.

—

Jungkook visits again on a weekday, and you nearly send him straight home when he brandishes another bottle of wine in your face. “It’s nonalcoholic!” He exclaims before you can shut the door on him, foot lodged against the frame. You give in.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, curling up on the couch in just your shorts and huge t-shirt. Jungkook pops the bottle open, pouring the wine into two limited edition Shrek 2 cups you pulled out from the depths of your cabinet.

“Can’t hang with my bestie?” He throws back at you, snatching the remote from your hands before you can click on another episode of that dumb housewives show. You end up watching National Geographic, some documentary about the role of bioluminescent shrimp in the sea.

“Aw look, they’re kissing,” he cooes at a pair of seahorses that wander across the screen halfway through a shot of some school of shrimp. “How romantic.”

“Wonder what that’s like,” you comment, not thinking too much on the meaning behind your words until you can feel Jungkook’s stare pierce your cranium. “What?”

“You’ve never been kissed?” He blurts, and you choke on your wine.

“You were my first kiss,” you remind him, flush at the memory of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on his bed, knees knocking in what was probably the worst first kiss in the history of first kisses.

Jungkook blinks. “Oh yeah,” he laughs. “With the Tony Hawk poster behind my bed, right?”

“The one and only.”

Jungkook hums, and the two of you melt back into the silence. Nice aquatic sounds fill the room, the camera panning over more colorful fish that Jungkook oohs at appreciatively. You don’t really pay attention, more interested in the way the wine swirls in your cup and the way you can feel Jungkook’s thigh pressed against your knee, like when you were thirteen and trying something new.

You know it doesn’t mean a lot to him. Just another silly childhood memory of you. Not like you have hundreds, thousands of them with each other. By the way he’d blurted the question, you doubt he even remembered it most days. But you did.

It plagued your mind all the time, the soft feel of his mouth and the trembling hand that had held yours. You wonder if he kisses the same still, lips gently puckered. He’s had years to learn, half a decade to get creative with Sojin, and the past four years of being a bachelor to explore more.

You’ve kissed too, plenty of guys who had no meaning and ones you thought would replace him. But it’d been a long time since you’ve let anyone into your bed, more content to please yourself without the overbearing weight of feelings and emotions to wrap around your throat.

Jungkook coughs, and you shake yourself from your thoughts.

He’s looking at you inquisitively, like he can’t get his usual read on you and would rather just ask what’s wrong. “You don’t,” a pause, “hang out with guys?”

It’s devastatingly cute, the way he asks if you’re fucking, and you want to pinch his cheeks. Instead you shake your head, try to hide the grin on your face from his inquisitive expression. “Just you and Taehyung,” you admit.

Jungkook nods. “Do you and Tae…?”

You shake your head furiously. “No! God no, we don’t do anything like that,” you clarify, the thought of Taehyung in your bed enough to make you want to gag.

Jungkook says nothing, just turns back to the documentary to watch more Nemos and Dorys flit across the screen. You polish off your cup of wine, leaning forward to settle it back on the coffee table. As you settle back into the couch cushions, Jungkook speaks again. “So you take care of yourself?”

You freeze.

“Yeah,” you admit after one complete meltdown in your head. Where was this coming from? Why did he want to know? You and Jungkook were close, but you never did this. You never divulged the details of your sex life, never bragged about who you slept with or how many there were. What was going on?

Jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, just turns his attention back to the tv screen, where you’re almost certain the sea horses from before are fucking. Not that you know what it looks like, but you hope at least someone in this room was enjoying themselves and not drowning in the mortification of having their life long crush ask them if they masturbate.

“So, do you use your hands or a toy?”

You choke, slap your chest to ease the pounding of your heart at Jungkook asking such a question. “E-Excuse me?” You ask, scandalized that Jungkook, your sweet and caring childhood friend turned Fabio, could ask you such a bold question about your personal affairs.

“What?” Jungkook says, like he truly doesn’t see the inappropriateness of the situation. He even raises his eyebrows at you, as if urging you to answer the question.

You sigh, fight the flush of your cheeks and stare idly at the cups on the table. “A toy. Hands don’t feel good,” you curtly reply, crossing your arms over your chest and straightening your legs off the couch, hoping that’s the end of his curiosity. This was enough to fuel your 3am anxiety meltdowns for the next five years.

Jungkook nods, and you can feel his penetrating gaze on the side of your face again. A great white shark swims across the screen. Jungkook strikes. “My hands feel good.”

“Jungkook!” You exclaim in horror (and excitement, but you’ll pretend it wasn’t there). “What has gotten into you?”

“What!” Jungkook defends, Bambi eyes looking at you like you’re the unreasonable one here. “We’re having a civil conversation in which I’m trying to open up your worldview.”

You’re flabbergasted. “This is not a civil conversation, what are you even talking about?” You scold, tug your arms around yourself like it’ll actually protect you from the words that don’t seem to be filtering out of his mouth properly. “Why are you so concerned about that?” You interrogate, hope your forceful tone will scare him away.

It doesn’t. Jungkook shrugs, some noncommittal i dont know sound. “I can’t be interested in what you get up to? What my best friend gets up to?” It’s the obvious emphasis on best friend that makes you step down.

“No,” you sigh, rub a hand down your face. “You can be interested,” you tell him gingerly. “We just never really… talked about... those kinds of things,” you rush out, turn away from him as the narrator on screen dives into the intricacies of bioluminescent shrimp in the animal food chain.

As if sensing your discomfort, Jungkook softens, scooting closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, too close and too warm. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, places a palm on your knee.

“I’m not!” You rush to assure him, facing him head on again. His eyes are big and implorative still, and you wonder why he became stuck on that of all things today. “It just surprised me.”

His lips quirk to the side, an unsure grin that has you leaning into his shoulder. You sit in silence, the rise and fall of his body with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.

A false one that Jungkook zeroes in on.

The documentary’s wrapping up, soothing ocean sounds and wind instruments playing as the credits roll across the screen, when the hand that had been laying so comfortably on your thigh inches up. At first, you don’t notice it, writing it off as Jungkook just shifting around. You tell yourself it’s just that, until his pinky makes contact with the end of your shorts.

Slowly, you turn towards him, catch his mocha irises lustfully lidded as he toys with the hem. “Kook?” You murmur, so soft, barely there.

“Hm?” He replies, continuing to play with the edge of your shorts, until he gets brave and his fingers slip beneath, index finger just barely grazing the panties underneath. You gasp. “This okay?”

Stuck between your arousal and your common sense, you flounder for a response. He’s so close, and smells so good, curls brushing against your temple the closer he gets. You want him so bad, want him to find his place between your thighs and put those pouty lips to use. But you know it’ll make things different, change whatever it is you’ve had for the past almost thirty years, and you’ll never bounce back. Another brush against your panties, pointer finger wiggling it’s way beneath the fabric, and you’re choking out a “yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something in your core tingles at the name, thighs clenching together. “Uh uh,” he chides, nudges them open. “Stay still for me,” he commands, and you do, for all of ten seconds, but then he’s pressing his finger on your clit, panties and shorts muting the sensation. Still, it makes you squirm, fingers clutching the couch cushion beneath you as you struggle to keep them open. “Too much?” He asks, and you shake your head no.

“I-It’s fine,” you whisper, and Jungkook smiles.

He pets you, almost wondrously, for a few beats, watches the way the muscles in your thighs twitch with every press against your mound. Eventually, he decides it’s enough. “Hands don’t feel good for you?” He inquires, your words from earlier obviously having left their mark on him. Slowly, you shake your head. He glances down at the fist you have on the couch, composed features sliding up your face. “Well, yours are so small, princess. Of course they don’t feel good.”

He manhandles you around, tugs you onto the couch until you’re laying down, legs sprawled on either side of him. Pleased with the arrangement, Jungkook glances back down to your bottoms. “These have to go,” he tells you, hooks his fingers in the waistband and abruptly yanks down, leaving you just in your t-shirt.

You go to shy away, but Jungkook stops you, palms resting on the insides of your thighs, thumbs pressing into the skin soothingly. “My fingers are long, see?” He says, raising a hand to wiggle his fingers at you. You nod, heartbeat thundering in your ears. “They’ll feel nice inside.”

You know they will.

You can tell he knows his way around a woman’s body just from the way his hands glide over yours, carefully like he’s mapping you out. Ever so slowly, one hand grows closer, until his thumb is gently circling your clit, and you inhale sharply.

“So wet,” Jungkook hums, his other hand traveling further down, until he’s spreading your pussy lips with two fingers, trailing them through the arousal that gathers there.

You’ve never been so attentively cared for, never had a man zero in on your cunt like it was his first meal in ages. Jungkook’s eyes are clouded with lust, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he watches your pussy lips flutter at his touch.

He swirls his hand over your clit, pressing down. The first sound escapes you, a soft whimper that has you clamping your hand over your mouth in embarrassment. Jungkook grins down at you, shifts closer to press a kiss to the knuckles over your mouth.“Don’t hide from me,” he purrs, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your neck.

You cry out when he gets back to it, massaging your pussy with gentle hands and a thumb against your clit to placate you. “Jungkook,” you choke out, and he beams at his name, takes it as a sign to finally slip two fingers inside. “A-ah,” you whine, arching beneath him.

He basks in your noises, leans close again to press a kiss beneath your ear, against your jaw. “This okay?” He murmurs, curling the fingers inside of you. You mewl, throwing your arms around him as he begins working you open. “How does it feel, baby?”

“G-good,” you pant, turn your head until you can bury your nose in his hair, drown even more in his all-consuming aura.

Another kiss to your neck, before he’s suctioning his lips right below your ear, nipping and sucking at the skin to brand you his. “You like my hands?” He husks, and the patch of saliva he leaves on your neck feels cold without his mouth there. You nod, and Jungkook rewards you with a soft smooch over the hickey he’s left.

His fingers inside you curl and scissor, brush against every inch of your walls until you’re quivering beneath him, gasping his name out. You could melt if his fingers weren’t holding you together. “So tight,” he groans, curling his fingers. The movement touches upon something sensitive within you, and you moan his name loudly.

“O-Oh,” you pant, wiggling beneath him as you try to feel that again. Jungkook lets you, watches you desperately rut into his hands. He drifts away, lets his tongue mouth over your breasts, licking until there’s a damp spot on your t-shirt, the flimsy house bra you’d worn and the t-shirt combined not enough to hide your pebbled nipples.

The drag of his hands against your pussy isn’t enough, the motions not quick enough. Jungkook glances at your twisted features, your quivering pussy, and then, ever so gently, ducks over you, puckered lips letting one, long glob of saliva touch down on your pussy, trickling around his knuckles.

“Fuck,” you choke, watch his tongue swipe over his lip to break the thin bridge that connects you too. Suddenly, everything is smoother, the combined lubrication of your arousal and his spit making the glide of his fingers sinfully slick.

Frantic for release, you lose yourself in him, ready to free fall into your pleasure so long as Jungkook is there to catch you. “That’s it,” he encourages, picks up the pace of his fingers inside you. “Come on, beautiful, let me see that gorgeous face of yours when you come.”

“K-Kook,” you sob, and he smiles against your neck. His fingers work fast, until your muscles are all pulled tight, waiting for that final push to unravel. You make the mistake of glancing down, only to be caught by that pearly smile and adoring gaze. You’re in heaven, you know you are.

There’s no other explanation for this—the way Jungkook holds you like you’re his, hands so gently caressing your most intimate parts. You’re almost convinced you’re having a fever dream, a sick, too realistic dream, but then Jungkook’s biting down on your shoulder through your t-shirt, subtly rutting against your thigh.

“Cum for me,” he purrs against your neck, and you do, sobbing as your orgasm rolls over you, the heavy weight of his cock against your thigh. “Jungkook,” you cry, so pitifully, it has him lunging forward, a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.

You feel sweaty and gross, unbelievably tired from the gentle way he opened you up. Blindly, you reach down, feel the hardness of his cock beneath his sweatpants, but Jungkook nudges you away. You huff. “Let me,” you whimper, reach for him again even though you can see the slowness in your movement. “Need your cock in my mouth,” you drawl, almost sleepily. 

“Shh,” he soothes, lips pressed against your neck, where he’s still licking and sucking over every inch of you. You whine. “You don’t have to do a thing, gorgeous,” he assures you, “just wanted to make you feel good.”

—

Work gets stressful shortly after. There’s a new batch of interns coming in this season, new faces who will mess up your coffee orders and jam the printers for a good few weeks. There’s normally a team of employees who train them, a mix of relatively older people from different departments who show them around; a girl in the finance department, the one who usually trains them, is on maternity leave. With no one else to fall back on, the head of the department pushes the duties off on you, claiming your flexibility and work ethic make you the perfect candidate for such a role.

Normally you’d thrive at the praise, eat up every single word like it sustained you. In a way, it did. It was nice to be appreciated and recognized for your hard work, to be thought of so highly, especially in a male-dominated company. However, this time, you know it’s out of convenience that the head kisses up to you, and you end up begrudgingly taking the role.

The gaps in your schedule you’d normally spend relaxing or catching up on other projects are filled with bumbling interns, calling for help every chance they get. It’s like they’ve never done anything on their own, this group, always asking you the correct way to do this, the right way to do that. You haven’t mentored interns in a while, so you spend the first day breezing over old powerpoints and print outs you made years ago. You remember why you’re not fit for mentoring when one of them asks you how to navigate Excel. You nearly rip their head off.

There’s so much going on, you barely get time to see Jungkook, let alone text him. You saw him once the morning after, stack of pancakes on your kitchen table as he rushed you off to work. The shop didn’t open for another hour. He was sweet, kissed your forehead as you left, but he’s always done that. You didn’t have time to talk about whatever the night before was, or what that made the two of you now.

On Friday night, one week into your nightmarish role, you pull into the shop. You'd like to convince yourself it was routine, visiting the shop, but that’s a lie. You desperately miss Jungkook. 

 Most of the garage doors that are usually pulled open during the day are shut, save for one. The last of Jungkook’s employees are leaving, bidding you adieu as you step out of your car. Park Jimin is there, repairing some rickety car in the back corner.

“Boo,” you call playfully, and Jimin doesn’t flinch, merely pulls his head from out of the hood to flash you an easygoing smile.

He whistles at the sight of you. “You look like you’ve been through one of helluva week,” he says, and you, despite your strong personality, feel yourself blush at his comment. Jeez, did you look that bad? Jimin doesn’t elaborate, just pulls out a stool for you to sit on beside where he’s working. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You glance at the plexiglass, the offices hiding down the hall. Jungkook could wait, you presume, settling down beside him. Your skirt tugs up as you settle onto the pleather seat, so you cover your legs meekly with your purse. “Work’s been crazy,” you explain, and Jimin laughs at the obvious.

“You’re telling me,” He hums, and you roll your eyes playfully. “What’s going on at work?”

What hasn’t been going on, you think to yourself, before launching into a full retelling of your new horrendous position, of all the interns with their clueless eyes and useless notebooks. Jimin chuckles, indulges you in a few comments here and there that only fuel you on. He’s just about done with whatever he’s doing to the car at the same time your story wraps up, explaining how you found yourself here, desperate for Jungkook to whisk you off to that arcade you loved as kids. “Jungkook?” He asks, and you nod. “He left a while ago.”

You freeze. “Huh?” You say, dumbly. You almost want to laugh at your own impulsiveness, for showing up without sending him a text or a warning to let him know you were coming. You almost do laugh, but then you remember you and Jungkook never did that anyway. Hell, he showed up at your house a few weeks ago unannounced and drunk. The two of you were hardly the type to plan ahead, so it was weird for him to not be here. He’s been at the shop almost every night since it’s opened, the days he’s not usually a holiday.

“Jimin…” you begin, glancing at the receptionist window once more. “Where’s Jungkook?”

Jimin shuts his tool box, kicking a cart off to the side. “He left with that lady,” he tells you, doesn’t hear the way your heart rips straight out of your chest. No way. “Tall, pretty. Had that nice Corvette he fixed up a while ago.”

“Sojin,” you mumble, and Jimin nods.

“Think that was her name.” As if sensing your tumultuous thoughts, he steps closer, one hand reaching out to steady you. “You alright?”

“God,” you exhale, pushing yourself away from Jimin and the garage and the window. The stool rolls away, almost hits the side of another car but Jimin catches it. He rushes over towards you, watching you wobble in your heels.

“Honey,” Jimin says, steady and warm beside you. “Sit down for me, yeah?” He guides you to a row of seats against the wall, nailed into the floor so you can’t push them away and make even more of a mess. Not that that’s your concern, your mind and heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Jungkook lying to you, going out with that woman again, despite your obvious hatred for her and his promise to you.

Jimin disappears, rushes over to the other side of the garage before returning with a water bottle for you. He cracks it open, presses it into your hands, and then against your lips when you don’t move. “Drink,” he encourages, watching you with worried eyes that only grow more and more concerned the deeper you fall into your thoughts.

You want to cry and beat Jungkook up at the same time. You want to scream at him for lying to you after treating you so nicely, holding you so warmly. Instead, you gasp for breath, clutching your face in your hands like it’s the only thing that grounds you.

There’s a beep outside, chirpy and cute in the way only older models are, and you whip your head up, the headlights of the Corvette painting you in shades of yellow as it rolls to a stop, the tears you hadn’t felt glistening under the light.

Jungkook flings himself out of the driver’s seat, and a sob catches in your throat when Sojin steps out of the passenger seat. Jungkook shoves everything in his path to the side, carts flying into the few automobiles on the floor, tools clanging loudly onto the cement, and just as those arms you love so much are reaching out for you, there’s a hand on his chest stopping him.

“What did you do to her?” Jungkook snarls, pushing Jimin roughly to the side. Jimin, smaller but not weaker, holds his ground, clutching Jungkook by the material of his jumpsuit a second time. “Let— go!” Jungkook shouts, finally worming away from his employee.

He nearly trips before you, stumbling to his knees as he takes your quivering hands in his. “What’s wrong,” he asks, throwing a nasty glare back at Jimin who watches silently from the side. Sojin is still by her car, leaning across the driver’s side now. “What did he do, what did he say?”

You shake your head, dropping your head to tuck your chin against your chest. You hate this. Hate letting him or Jimin or Sojin see you cry. It’s not the person you are, not the self-made woman you claim to be as you cry over the same man who is unknowingly defending you from himself.

“Let go,” you whisper, hoarse and choked. You shake your arms, but he doesn’t let up.

“Tell me what's wrong,” Jungkook pleads, inching closer to you. His breath is warm and he smells like oil, just like he always does. He also smells sweet and floral in a way only a woman could. He smells like Sojin.

You sob, rip your hands away from and scurry blindly towards Jimin, who catches you in his arms despite the shock that paints his face.

Jungkook watches with an expression of hurt, watches you snuggle into the arms of another man over an issue you won’t tell him about. Jimin says nothing, just rubs his palm over your back. He gestures towards the red corvette, the woman standing by it and Jungkook takes the hint.

You hear the kitten-like purr as it pulls off, the silence that follows afterwards. You don’t know where Jungkook is, if he’s here or if he left with her, and you don’t want to. “Tell me he’s gone,” you beg Jimin, quiet gasps against his neck.

He nods, slowly lets you untangle yourself from his arms as the two of you stare over the empty garage. The Corvette is gone, and so is Jungkook. Before Jimin can tell you where he is, you’re wiping a hand over your face, embarrassed at the moisture it comes back with. 

“I take it he’s not supposed to be with her?” Jimin tries to joke. 

Neither of you laugh. 

You sniffle, process what just happened, how you acted. You’ve never felt that way before, never experienced such brutal heartbreak. 

You don’t know what you expected from Jungkook. In your heart, you convinced yourself what happened in your apartment was the start of something new between the two of you, a natural result of your long friendship. Realistically, you know you should’ve waited until the two of you spoke, discussed whatever happens next. But you’d spent the past week comforted by the fact you’d finally gotten to experience something like that with him, daydreaming about him every chance you got. 

Somewhere in your mind, you had convinced yourself your involvement with him would finally be what broke his connection with Sojin, the final nail that would make him forget about her. It’s painfully funny how such wasn’t the case. 

Jimin breaks you out of your thoughts. “You okay to drive home?” He gently inquires, and you turn your gaze over toward your car. 

Did you trust yourself to make it home without shedding a single tear? Absolutely not. But between Sojin and Jimin, you had let enough strangers see you fall apart over a man tonight. 

“Perfectly okay,” you tell him. 

—

The interns pick up on your sour attitude the week that follows. They don’t ask dumb questions, and don’t mess up your order. You talk them through a presentation, show them how to properly organize finance charts. There’s a slide that has clip art, a goofy dollar sign with a smile and shoes. Jungkook put it there when you first made the PowerPoint. After the little lesson, you go to the bathroom and try not to cry.

A week later, and the interns don’t need you anymore. They do well, and your boss praises you for being such a good mentor. You thank him and he lets you go home early.

Home is empty. Jungkook doesn’t show up unannounced, mostly because you’ve changed the number lock on the door. You want to eat salad today, for some reason, but don’t have any of the ingredients for it, so you walk to the supermarket a few blocks away.

The supermarket feels the same as it always does at night. That ghostly feeling of being watched in an empty aisle, the scratchy tune of whatever Top 50 radio station they settled on today. You get there and decide you don’t want salad anymore, so you buy ingredients for a stew instead, all of which you probably had at home.

When you step outside, the air around your bare thighs is cold. Summer was ending, which meant Jungkook’s birthday was coming up. You ball the receipt in your hand and fling it at the trash. You miss, so you hobble over to pick it up.

The trash is beside a red Corvette with two racing stripes.

“Hey,” Sojin says, arms crossed over her chest as she walks up behind you, sizing up your crouched form beside her car. “What’re you doing to my car?”

You breathe in, shake the crumpled up receipt at her, before stuffing it in the garbage. She says nothing as you stalk by her, and you’re back on the main road when she pulls up next to you, window rolled down to speak to you. “Get in,” she gestures, “it’s gonna rain.”

“No,” you say, and a fat raindrop falls right on your nose.

The door unlocks and you climb in, plastic bags crowded by your feet.

The drive is silent. You only live a few minutes from the store, and you point out an empty spot by the sidewalk for her to pull up to. A dry thanks is on the tip of your tongue, but you never get to say it.

“My dad has cancer,” Sojin says.

“That sucks,” you respond, feel bad right away and say, “I’m sorry.”

Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by it, shifting the Corvette out of drive and cutting the engine. “He’s probably not gonna see Christmas,” she adds, and you don’t know what to say. You don’t care about her or her crazy father.  “I wanted to do something nice for him before he, y’know.”

“Died,” you fill, and at that she glares.

“Yeah,” she huffs. “Before he died. So I fixed up his car. But the place I took it to didn’t know how to fix an engine so old, and ended up fucking it up even more.” You nod, she continues. “Then I bumped into Jungkook and—“

“Took advantage of his kindness,” you finish, remembering the twinkle in his eyes when he’d told you about their encounter, that day in the empty garage that seemed lightyears away. “Well congrats. Hope your dad liked it,” you sigh, push open the door and get soaked to the bone immediately.

“Wait!” Sojin calls, hopping out after you. She’s still as beautiful as she was when you were seventeen, even with rain soaking her entire being. “I didn’t ask him to repaint it, but that’s what my dad loved the most.”

You want to go inside, make your stew, and cry in it.

Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by the bangs that stick to her forehead or the water that washes down her spine. “When I told him Jungkook did it… he wanted to see him. Apologize and stuff.”

You snort. “Apologize,” you repeat, tightening your grip on your shoppings bags. “For what, Sojin? For almost killing him with this car or for treating him like shit for five years?” She says nothing, stares at the hood of the car like she doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “He was crazy for you, you know that? He would have done anything for you and not once did you stand up to your dad for him. You let that man call him worthless, stupid, a waste of space. And for what? For you to break up with him for some rich asshole who would never treat you half as good as Jungkook did?” You sneer.

The rain feels cold and your groceries feel heavier, so you whirl on your heel and make for your building entrance.

“He never liked me,” Sojin calls out, and you wonder if she even heard the second half of your emotional outburst. You turn to face her with fire in your eyes, and are only a little surprised at the sadness that paints hers. “He never liked me the way he said he did.” You could knock her teeth out.

“You’re stupid,” you spit, and she rounds the car at an insane speed until she’s glaring down at you over her perfectly sculpted nose.

“He never liked me,” Sojin repeats angrily. “He was always busy looking at you—for approval, for attention, I don’t fucking know. He would hold me and touch me but it never felt real. It always felt like practice for him…” she sniffles and your breath hitches in your throat. “We dated all through college,” she says like you don’t know, like you didn’t stress about it for years. “Everyday closer to graduation felt like a ticking bomb. Like he was just waiting for you to come back. To come home.”

You remember it.

The excited texts he’d send you everyday, the plans he made for you. Jungkook was more excited than your parents about you coming home. The five hours had done a number on him, and after four years all he wanted was to have you close again. You remember the hug in his driveway, the way his mom had told you he’d waited all day for you. It’s weird hearing it from Sojin.

Too overwhelmed, you decide to deflect. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you murmur, and you’re surprised she hears it over the pouring rain.

A loud scoff. “You’re stupid,” she repeats back, jabbing a finger at your chest. You glare, and so does she. Like two animals in a cage you size each other up. “You’re stupid and ugly and I hate you,” she spits, and you drop your shopping bags to lunge at her.

You don’t swing, just grab her by the shirt and move to slam her against the wall, but she’s tall and a little strong, bony fingers wrapping around your wrists like spiders. “Why can’t you see how much he likes you?” She screams, like it hurts to admit it. “He’s been in love with you since forever, and all you’ve ever done is run away!”

“I never—“ you gasp, pushing her away from you. Sojin stumbles, but she doesn’t fall. “I’ve never run away,” you defend, heart beating in your chest too fast to be normal. “Some of us have careers and lives we want to live—I don’t want to depend on a man for the rest of my life!”

She growls, tugs at her wet hair like you’re giving her a headache. Stomping up to you once more, she pushes you hard with both hands, and you barely catch yourself in time. “He would have followed you to that fucking fancy school, but you told him it was better to save money here! Told him to not waste his time and just settle there! You did this to us—to all of us!”

You choke. Lightning flashes behind her, and for a moment all you can see is your gentle prodding, sitting behind him as he filled out applications, big wannabe business brain telling him the easiest way to save money for his auto shop was by going straight into technical school. The small frown on his face that day you’d packed for college, and the way he’d stood in your parent’s driveway until you couldn’t see him anymore, a little spec in your rearview mirror.

Sojin, sensing she’s made her point, says nothing. She scoops up your fallen grocery bags and shoves them into your trembling hands, stomping back to her car and pulling off with a roar, loud and ferocious, and nothing like a kitten.

The groceries in your bag end up in the trash.

—

Taehyung invites you to lunch one day, and you go. You’re starving and desperate to get away from work, where you’re paranoid everyone knows there’s something wrong with you. You meet up at a cute little bistro, and he smiles and hugs you when you arrive. You sit in comfort for all of two seconds before he jumps into his interrogation.

“What’s going on with you and Kook?” He asks, casually flipping through the menu. Your hand stills around your glass of water, and you eventually set it down without ever taking a drink. Your mind instinctively maps out a lie, but Taehyung has known you a while now, knows the quirk of your lips when you’re about to lie your ass off. “Don’t lie to me. I haven’t seen you at the shop in almost a month. And he doesn’t go out,” he mentions. “I think he spent four nights at the shop before I made him go home.”

You deflate.

Too embarrassed to explain, you flip through your own menu, and when the waitress comes you order the first words your eyes focus on. Taehyung doesn’t push you, just patiently gazes out over the bustling street.

Finally, you break. “We… did a thing.”

“Uh huh,” he nods, reading some ad on the side of a bus that passes by. “Need you to elaborate, babe.”

You squirm. “We… fooled around,” you say for lack of more appropriate wording. There’s a family sitting beside you, and you’d rather die than let some nooby pre-teen listen to the details of yours and Jungkook’s night.

“You fucked?” You choke, make a loud sputtering noise like it’ll drown out Taehyung’s voice to the other patrons. “What’s wrong with that? We all knew it’d happen sooner or later,” he shrugs.

“No,” you seethe. “We didn—I didn’t.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, the same way Sojin did that day on the sidewalk. You almost throw your glass of water at him. “We…” you sigh. “We did a thing, and then the week after he went out with Sojin.”

Taehyung scowls at the mere mention of her, so the glass of water is returned to its coaster. “Really? He went out with her right away? He’s cancelled.”

You nod, rubbing your hands over your face. “He… her dad has cancer and is literally on his deathbed so she wanted to fix up his car for memories sake, which he loved, so he wanted to apologize to Kook and thank him for fixing up his car,” you rush out, and now Taehyung chokes, water spewing out of his nose. You shriek, drawing everyone’s attention as you pat down your soaked blouse. “Tae!”

“I’m sorry,” he cries, wiping at the sting in his nose. “He-she, what?!” You ignore him, focus on battling the damp spot on your blazer. “God, that’s crazy,” Taehyung snorts, winces at the feeling in his nose.

After the two of you have settled, the manager kicks you out for your inappropriate conversations and childish behavior. You leave with your tails tucked between your legs. Taehyung holds your hand as he walks you back to your workplace, you quietly fill him in on all the other details surrounding yours and Jungkook’s fallout, from your breakdown in the garage to your weirdly dramatic confrontation with Sojin. “Well,” he claps, slamming a hand down on the traffic light button, even though both of you know it doesn’t work. “That explains a lot of things.”

“Yeah,” you agree, pushing down the crosswalk when the light finally changes of its own accord. “Do you,” you pause, feet glued to the sidewalk. “Do you think she was right?”

Taehyung glances back at you, so small and unsure in the midst of a bustling crowd. He smiles, sweet and soft. Rare coming from him. His free hand ruffles the top of your head, and he brings you into his chest. “Babe, the hottest guy in your grade was intimidated by scrawny, pre-muscle bunny Jungkook. I’m pretty sure he feels some type of way towards you.”

Your lip wobbles dangerously, and you bite down on it to stop. Taehyung pats your head, barks at some old guy when he yells at the two of you for standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

When you’re outside your office, you speak again. “You were not the hottest guy in our grade, by the way.”

Taehyung snorts. “I totally was.”

—

You hideout for the rest of the week.

On Friday night, you finally have the balls to show yourself again, and you hop on the highway leading out of the city before you can overthink it. The buildings slowly melt away, replaced with cozier homes, tinier shops, and by the time you’re pulling up the street, you’re deep in doubt again.

It’s not that late yet, only a little past sunset, but the garage doors, usually open to the street, are all shut. You frown, pull around the block, reverse into a spot across the street. Locking your car, a gust of wind nearly trips you as you cross the street. The front office is dark, metal shutters pulled over the entrance.

Eventually, you stumble around until you find the tiny backdoor squeezed beside some dumpsters, grateful for the key Jungkook had given you so long ago.

Just as Taehyung predicted, a pair of red jumpsuit clad feet stick out from beneath a car. A nice car, an even older Corvette than Sojin’s dad’s, still shiny despite the model it is. It looks like a show car with the way it glints at you, black paint almost glossy. The only light in the entire garage is a lamp, positioned over the area where the legs are working, and a flashlight that occasionally beams at you when the holder loses his grip. No music today, just the hum of a rotating fan. You creep over.

Jungkook’s humming a song when you get to him, foot tapping idly on the ground. You suck in a deep breath and nudge his foot with the tip of your heel. You have exactly two seconds to jump away when he abruptly rolls out from beneath the car, concentrated features scanning quickly around until they land on you.

The garage is still, until Jungkook jumps into action. “___,” he stammers, stumbling to his feet. The rolling board drifts away, bumping into the corner of the metal table beside you. “Hi, um,” he flounders, brushing his fingers through his hair, palms wiping over the front of his pants. Finally, “hi.”

The bad bitch Chanel skirt-suit you’d worn today fails you for the first time in a long time. Your hands feel sweaty, so you clutch them behind your back. “Hi, Jungkook,” you exhale, and all the emotions you’d swallowed for so long, the feelings that tightened around your chest and throat like boa constrictors, come oozing out, until all you can see is his puckered mouth and twinkling gaze.

He coughs, tries to casually lean against the car, but greatly miscalculates the distance. “What, um, what brings you here?” He asks, foot tapping nervously against the ground.

There’s a box of takeout on the floor he tries to subtly kick beneath the car, and a plastic bottle of soda that makes a loud noise when he tries that too. You twist your lips, watching the anxious shuffling of his feet. You breeze over his question, plaster a tight smile into your face, and ask your own question; “how long have you been here?” Tentatively, you lower yourself onto a rolling stool. “It’s late,” you state the obvious.

Jungkook’s leg bounces, and he pats his hand over it nervously. “Um, an hour? Just working on something,” he answers, cheeks warm as his eyes flicker everywhere but you. “What brings you here?” He repeats, and you know you can’t deflect it this time.

Shrugging half heartedly, you wait for him to finally look at you. When he does, he almost looks away but the glint in your eye stops him from doing so. “We need to talk,” you finally say. Jungkook visibly deflates, lips pulling into a thin line. You contemplate letting him relieve his thoughts first, but you came here with a point to make, for questions that needed answering, and you’re scared one word from him will wash them all away.

“Listen,” you start, smoothing your hand over the edge of your skirt. “I know something weird happened between us, and then I kinda freaked out on you, but… I need you to tell me the truth.”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”

You swallow, try to push back the frustration that builds in his throat. “Did you ever even like Sojin?”

Jungkook blinks. “Huh?” A snort. “You’re joking,” he snickers, wipes at faux tears in the corner of his eyes, before your unsmiling face registers and he’s schooling his features. “___, I did like her. I dated her for five years. How could I not like her?”He says seriously, like he can’t believe you would ever question such a thing. 

You exhale, pick at your fingernails. “I met her,” you admit, and Jungkook’s face twists in confusion. “At the supermarket last week. She said you never liked her.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Of course she’ll think that—we’re exes. I doubt she remembers all our best memories,” he sighs, turning back to organize his tool cart like he’s done with this conversation.

Raising to your feet you call his name again, and he hums absentmindedly. “Sojin said you never liked her because you were always chasing after me,” you accuse, laying all your cards out on the table. Your claim startles him, and you watch as he jostles half the tool cart with his surprise.

“She, what?” He huffs, cheeks as red as his jumpsuit. He forces out a laugh, airy and tight like you’re starring in your elementary school play again and the nerves are eating him up. “I-I don’t know why she’d say that.”

He’s flustered, obviously so, as he scoops the metal tools back onto the cart, bumping into three other things before settling back down on the floor to roll under the car. He pushes himself under, and you sternly call out, “Jungkook.” He freezes.

You strut over, brush your hands behind your skirt as you crouch beside him. “Always,” you quietly remind him. Jungkook says nothing. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve grossly misread the situation, if this was just another one of her schemes to drive the two of you apart.

Slowly, Jungkook appears from under the car. There’s a new stain on his cheekbone, brown and slick. He sits up, wide eyes tracing over your features likes he’s trying to seal them in his memory. “Yeah,” he admits, lips twisting as he watches the surprise take your features, before he’s lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling, leaving you to stare at the column of his neck.

“I do,” Jungkook admits, pushing through his emotions. It’s hard for him to confess, you realize, watching the way his Adam’s apples contracts and his jaw twitches from having to say so. “I like you so much it hurts.”

His confession leaves you feeling weird. On one hand, you want nothing more than to spring yourself on him and kiss his face until the stray oil marks are gone and replaced with the outline of your lipstick prints. You want to smother him and hold him, let him know he’s yours, always has been.

On the other hand… it’s sad. Going on thirty years and never did the two of you guess your feelings for each other. You doubt either of you are good at hiding them, with the way everyone seems to have known except you two. Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.

A hand touches your knee, and you return your attention to his downtrodden appearance, chin tucked against his chest. “Please,” he murmurs. “Say something.”

You say nothing.

Tentatively, you reach a hand out, run it along the side of his head, through his mane, chocolate waves touching his cheekbones. He almost looks like when you guys were kids, round eyes watching your every move. Your hand continues down the back of his head, cupping the nape of his neck comfortingly. Jungkook leans into the touch, even though his shoulders are tense. You soothe your fingers over the tight muscles in his neck.

“Since when?” You inquire.

Jungkook blinks, lets your palm trace along his jawline and cup his cheek. “Since you dated Taehyung when we were sixteen.”

Mentally, you curse every deity in existence for putting Kim Taehyung in your life. “God,” you groan, burrowing your hands in your palms. Jungkook, surprised by your reaction, rolls closer, moves around until you’re crouched between his long legs. “Since me and that pinhead dated for twenty minutes?” You repeat.

Jungkook shifts closer, rubs your back. “It was 65 hours, actually,” he corrects, and the exact duration of your relationship makes you cringe. “I… counted.”

Small and shy, almost embarrassed. You glance back up at him. “Why?” You prod, and Jungkook’s cheek flush, palm stilling.

“Uh,” he starts. “I was nervous? That you two were in it for the long run. And I, I don’t know. It was easier to just count,” he lamely finishes, and his dangly earring whips around with him when he avidly avoids your gaze.

You sigh, catch his hand in yours. “Tae and I would have never lasted,” you tell him, remembering all the times the guy made you pick him up from one night stands in the last few years. “He wasn’t who I wanted.”

His foot jumps, toe tapping against the wheel of the car next to you. He wants to ask, you know he does, but Jungkook was quite possibly the only other person on this planet who could overthink something more than you.

Deciding to ease his worries, you give his hand a squeeze. “It was you,” you confess, feel like an elephant lands straight on your chest. “It is you,” you correct.

His forehead knocks against yours, hard, and you hiss at the bump that probably forms. “What the fu—“

“Tell me it’s not temporary,” Jungkook pleads, eyes crinkled in worry. You’re going cross eyed from trying to look at him like this, so you flit your eyes off somewhere to the side. His hand is heavy in yours. “Tell me you’re not just doing this for closure, or because you want to see what it would have been like, please,” he begs, “that would be so fucked up, because I’m so in love with you I actually think I might die.”

The dramatic confession makes you painfully warm. You nod, your lower lip trembling at the way he looks at you, like you single-handedly controlled this entire world with a flick of your wrist. “I-I love you too,” you parrot back, the first time you’ve ever said it, the millionth time you’ve ever thought it.

Jungkook visibly relaxes, pulls away from you to drop his head on your shoulder instead. Your legs are starting to cramp from the tight crouching position, ankles wobbly in your heels. His hair smells good still, despite the hours he’s probably spent beneath a car, and you gingerly pat the back of his head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and you repeat it. “I love you,” he says again, and you repeat it. “I lov—“

“Me, yes, I’ve heard,” you cut him off, smile at the snort he releases, and when he turns his head, his lips brush against your neck. You’re instantly thrown back a few weeks, to that night on the couch with the limited edition Shrek 2 cups and the wine; the gentle touches that left you trembling for weeks. You inhale quickly, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him away.

His eyes are too soft, face too relaxed as he stares at you. “My legs hurt,” you tell him, quickly getting up. You whirl around, facing the car and digging through your purse like you suddenly have something to do.

“Oh,” you gasp, watch two arms wind around your waist, the dirty red jumpsuit contrasting against the tweed material of your high-end Chanel jacket. Jungkook sighs lovingly by your ear, snuggles his face into your neck. “W-we should go out,” you blurt, nerves jumping when he squeezes tighter, burrows closer. “To celebrate!”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah?” His voice is too low. You’re in trouble. “Celebrate what?”

You squirm, breath catching in your throat when he presses you closer against the hood of the car. “Um,” you shakily exhale, hands splaying out over the sleek surface of the black hood to steady yourself. It’s so shiny you can almost see your reflection. “U-Us!” You finally manage to exclaim.

A kiss against the side of your neck, and your spirit just about exits your body. Your knees feel weak, and you're just about ready to throw another mediocre excuse his way, when something warm and wet traces up the column of your neck. “Kook!” You gasp.

“Shh,” he murmurs, deep voice instantly soothing over your nerves. His hips nudge against your behind, and you jump at the bulge that presses against your lower back. One hand unwraps from around you, gliding down your arm sensually until he’s trapping your fingers on the hood of the car with his own. A swift kiss against your ear. “You owe me, remember?”

You flush, remember the filthy promises your list-addled brain has spewed that night at your house, the almost erratic development of your thoughts as you became consumed in the thought of him. Reminisce on the prod of his fingers against your cunt, his hot breath against your ear.

Suddenly, Jungkook whirls you around, traps you with his gaze as two hands flutter to rest on the small of your back. He’s looking down at you with those lovesick eyes, hooded with lust as they trace over the dip of your Cupid’s bow. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” A soft brush of his mouth against yours, pouty lips guiding you through a kiss, until you’re sighing against him, and he’s pulling away.

Numbly, you nod, almost hypnotized by the soft smirk that overtakes his features as he pushes you down, watches you sink to your knees before him. The concrete feels cold and hard beneath your knees. His jumpsuit is knotted around his waist, and you shakily unravel it, the elastic waistband staring you in the face afterwards.

“Take your time,” Jungkook croons, hand coming to rest on the side of your face, knuckles brushing over your skin delicately.

You tug it down, and one flash of that underwear band has your nerves flying out the window. You shove his t-shirt out of the way, let your hands trail over the ridges of his abdomen in your haste. He helps you by tugging it over his head. With that gone, his black boxers stare you in the face, and you yank those down with no hesitation.

“Jesus, baby,” Jungkook chuckles, though it’s choked off when you grasp his engorged cock in his hand. You should be surprised, marveling at the sight, considering it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. But you brain is working overtime, too immersed in the vein that runs alongside it and the tip that throbs back at you. Later you can worship it, you think. Right now, you needed it down your throat.

The tip is flaming and swollen, his cock still growing plump in your hold, your hands slowly dragging up and down the length. You lean forward, press a gentle kiss below the mushroom head, trail kisses down the length until you're meeting your knuckles, and trail them back again. Jungkook sucks in a tight breath, leans to rest his palms on the car behind you, as he watches you on him.

A head of precum escapes, and you lunge for it, swirl your tongue in and around the slit on his cock, until his entire body tenses up. “Fuck,” he grunts, watches you ease his cock into your mouth. You groan at the stretch, the drag against the corners of your lips making your eyes roll backwards. “___, baby, a little more?” He asks, voice hoarse as he watches you sink down further on his cock.

You comply, close your eyes and focus on relaxing your throat. There’s a hand on the back of your head, impatiently pushing you down his length. “Shit,” he cries, unconsciously ruts against you. You gag, and he shushes you with a caress against your cheek. “Sorry,” he huffs, “just a little more for me, okay?”

Eyes squeezed shut tightly, you let him push you down until his cock hits the back of your throat and you can’t take anymore. The prod against your throat has tears springing to your eyes. “Gonna move now,” Jungkook announces, thumb brushing away the tears that collect in the corners. “Be good.”

He drags himself out, your saliva coating every inch of him, and when just the tip is resting on your tongue, he shoves back in. You whimper, palms digging into his thighs. Jungkook brushes a hand down your hair, soothes you for all of two seconds before he’s pulling out and doing it all over again. He picks up the pace, loses himself in the feeling of your hot mouth around him, tongue dragging over his cock.

The feeling in your throat burns, each thrust of his hips against your mouth making your jaw more and more sore. But god, it feels good to have him so close, his scent swarming your sense, groans like music to your ears. You want to please him, want him to feel as good as you did at your place. You want it even more now that you know how he feels, know he’s probably thought about this before.

A brutal thrust has you gagging, throat contracting around his length. “Shh,” Jungkook sighs, the fingers buried in your hair flattening out to run over your head. “Doing so good for me, beautiful.”

You bask in the praise, let a hand flutter down to the apex of your thighs, pressing down to relieve some of the pressure. Jungkook groans, rolls his hips against you and keeps you there for a second. Your throat spasms, his dick pressed hotly against it, and you feel your panties grow embarrassingly sticky. Eventually, he draws back out.

“You like this?” He hums, rutting against you faster now, nose brushing against the sparse hairs on his pelvis with every slam of his hips. You nod around a gag, eyes clouding with tears, lips slippery with saliva and precum. One particular thrust is so hard, it nearly sends you knocking back into the car, Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head barely saving you. “Fucking hell,” he spits, “look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat, princess.”

You moan around him, feel a subtle twitch against your tongue before he’s pulling himself out. “Shit,” he cursed, pushing you away as he goes to grab his own dick in his hand, tugging at it like a madman. “Wh-Where?” He asks, and you stare dumbly at the sight of him playing with himself, almost don’t realize he’s asking you a question.

You take too long, scramble for words too long, and even if you did have one your throat is far too sensitive yo answer. Jungkook grows impatient. Pulling you closer by the collar of your Chanel suit jacket, tugging it open until the flimsy buttons snap, and the tank top you wore beneath comes into view. He aims the tip of his cock towards your sternum, and a few jacks later, he’s coming, cum spurting against your chest. You watch the cum trail down between the valley of your breasts, until the feeling comes to rest against the inside wire of your bra, sticky and gross, sliding along the underside of your boobs. “Shit,” Jungkook repeats, eyes furrowed over you.

Your knees ache, and you nearly trip when you stand up, steadying yourself against the side of the car. Jungkook seems to regain his sense by then, hand trailing around your waist. You meet his eye, and almost immediately turn away, the blood in your face rapidly rising.

Jungkook laughs. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, gets too close and your noses bump. “Sorry,” he smiles, too shiny and bright for the sinful acts you just committed in an auto shop.

“Put your dick away,” you huff, let him nuzzle closer to you, and when he doesn’t move to tuck himself into his pants, you go do it for him.

Jungkook frowns, swats your hand away. “This dick has places to be,” he informs you, and you scoff.

“Refractory period,” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Well I’m not exactly gonna stick it in you this instant,” he drawls. “Gotta stretch you out first.”

You go to complain, tell him he doesn’t have to over exert himself. Truthfully, with Jungkook you feel like one good session was enough to sustain you for weeks. After last time, your skin had flowed for an entire week. But then his hand is slithering up your backside, sneaking under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass.

There’s quickly drying drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, saliva from when he’d fucked your throat just a few moments prior, that he kisses away. His mouth slots over yours, and your heart and pussy both flutter at the kiss.

It’s gentle and sweet for all of ten seconds, his mouth moving against yours until you feel the wet press of his tongue against your bottom lip, tracing along until you open your mouth. He wastes no time shoving his tongue past your lips, letting it dance with yours as he pulls you closer, hands gripping the globes of your ass. You let him lick his way into your mouth, more and more saliva catching in the corners of your mouth until he’s pulling away with a wet pop.

He pulls away, doesn’t stray too far, proud smirk crossing his features at the sight of your slicked lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Huh?” You ask dumbly, tongue mindlessly swiping over your lips.

Jungkook’s eyes track the movement. “The saliva,” he clarifies. “The spit. You liked it at your place too,” he reminisces, moving in on you again. “Liked watching me slobber and spit all over your body. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You blush, discreetly rub your thighs together. “I-I do,” you admit, willing the warmth of your face away because at this distance he must certainly feel it.

Jungkook nods, doesn’t say anything else as he captures your lips a second time. He doesn’t bother with the gentle prodding anymore, jumping straight into tongue right away. He’s messier, letting his saliva coat your lips and drip down your mouth, and as messy as it is, you love it. You whimper when he pulls away, but gasp when his hand tugs at the hair by the nape of your neck, pulling you back until you’re looking up at him.

“Open,” he murmurs, and you do, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.

It should be disgusting, the rev of his throat, the sound of his saliva collecting, and the way his jaw shifts when he’s got enough. It should be filthy, the way he shoots it down your open lips, the way it splatters against the back of your throat. It should be gross, but god do you love it. “Swallow,” Jungkook commands, and you do, feel his spit drip down your throat like it’s your own, whimpering at the feeling. A quirk of his lips. “Good girl.”

You have to bite down the pride that grows in your chest.

Jungkook’s hands continue their mapping out of your behind, eventually ending with a hard squeeze that has you squealing. Automatically, your back arches in surprise, breasts pressing against Jungkook’s chest. He smirks down at you.

“Bet you taste good,” he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Let me taste?”

“Please,” you beg, nearly losing your shit when he lifts you up onto the car, the cool metal making you jump, heel on your foot nearly kicking the side view mirror clean off. “Wait, Jungkook,” you sputter, glancing down at the sleek metal. “This is someone’s car.”

Jungkook ignores you, pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. His palms run up your legs, over your thighs, until they’re toying with the hem of your skirt. Mocha eyes glance up at you, as if daring you to question him again, so you promptly zip your lips shut. The skirt goes, ever so slowly, over your thighs, bunches up at your waist until he’s staring at your lace panties.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh, nose faintly brushing against your skin. The kisses trail over your skin, until he’s hovering over your panties, and he’s staring like a man starved. He gives no warning, suddenly leaning down to press his mouth over your party-clad folds, nose flush against your clit. “Kook!” You squeak, hands flying to clutch at his hair.

Jungkook mouths at you, drags his tongue against your panties until they’re soaked in both your essence and his saliva, just how you like. A hand slithers around your leg, wrapping around until he’s got a firm grip on it that he uses to hold it open.

“J-Just take them off,” you gasp, squirm when his mouth moves towards your clit, lapping against you. “Please,” you cry.

He doesn’t.

Jungkook tortures you with those kitten licks, muted through your panties, until you’re begging him to stop, to take them off and do it right. He loves it, you can tell, dazzling smile peeking up at you every time you tug against his hair, until finally, he’s had enough.

The underwear comes off, dangling uselessly by your ankle, and then the show really begins.

“Wait,” you choke, head falling back against the hood of the car when he finally gets his mouth on you, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. The niggling reminder that this is some stranger’s car he’s eating you out on rings in your brain, and perhaps that’s what makes it more exciting.

His mouth is warm, tongue flicking over your sensitive bud like it’s candy and he needs the sugar. The sounds are so loud and wet, the squelching of your pussy every time he pulls off a pop that resounds throughout the garage. He pampers your clit for what seems like hours, switching the movements of his tongue every time he gets the chance until you’re quivering.

When you think he’s done, he’s not.

Fingers slide up your thigh, featherlight, as they reach your drenched cunt. They drag over your lips, and you mewl, feeling the muscles jump and tighten at his touches. “Jungkook, please,” you moan, rolling your hips against him, but it’s hard and everytime you move, you feel the sweat on your skin weigh you down, glued to the metal beneath you.

The first finger breaches you, just the tip of his index slowly wiggling inside. You muffle a moan in your palm, and Jungkook pulls away with a huff. “No hiding,” he warns, slowly lowering back to your cunt with a stern glare. You nod, but can’t help it when his second finger pushes its way in and you bite down on your knuckles.

“Oh,” You sob, body quivering as he begins scissoring his two fingers inside you. With your attention focused on the digits sheathed inside you, he pulls away from your clit, bestowing one final kiss against it that has your foot kicking out wildly. “Th-there.” His other hand catches your palm in his, presses it against the metal by your head.

Jungkook smiles, curls his fingers around until he finds the soft spot inside you that turns you to jelly. “There we go, beautiful,” he purrs, pushing himself to his full height, leaning over your trembling form. “So sweet for me,” he sighs, licks his lips like he’s remembering your taste.

“I'm gonna,” you choke, become hypnotized by the dark cloud in his gaze, the arrogant smirk on his lips. He curls his fingers, palm brushing against your abandoned clit. The touch makes you jump, nerves tingling.

“Cum for me,” he encourages, silky tone swarming your head as your pleasure slowly washes over you. It’s probably the most relaxed orgasm you’ve had in your entire life, his low voice and delighted eyes guiding you through it, until your entire body clenches, dissolving in a puddle of contentment. Your arousal surges around his fingers, trickling down onto the metal.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you pant, overwhelmed from the touches and the kisses. Jungkook’s smile gets swallowed by your greedy mouth, desperate for more kisses now that he’s made you feel like this.

The kisses only placate him for so long, and when he presses his body against yours, there’s an awfully hard cock that slides against your dripping cunt. “Think you can go again, gorgeous?” He murmurs against your jaw, nipping at the skin on the way down. You nod, eyes falling shut at the warmth you feel in your bones.

Jungkook kisses your neck one last time, before leaning back once more to line himself up.

This was a scene straight from your teenage fantasies, a dripping, shirtless Jungkook at full mast between your thighs, looking at you so lovingly. It makes your heart thunder, imagining how long you could have been doing this if you weren’t both so stupid. As if reading your thoughts, Jungkook rubs a palm over your thigh, eyebrow quirked. You nod his concern away, squirm closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your hole.

“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs, moving his hands to your hips as he slowly pushes in. His fingers, bless their intentions, could have never prepared you for the size of Jungkook’s cock, thick and veiny as it pushes inside. You whimper, clawing at the hands on your waist that stop you from impaling yourself on it fully. “Waited so long for this.”

“Then fucking do it,” you beg, nearly pass out when he shoves in harshly at your tone. “J-Jung—“

“I got you, baby,” he assures you, jostles you until you’re flush against his cock, clit brushing against his pelvis. Your back arches, and Jungkook slips his arm around you, the other lingering on your waist.

Every subtle shift has him brushing along your swollen clit, and you sob at the sensation, begging him to move. He complies, changes his stance to make it easier, and finally begins thrusting into your throbbing pussy.

“So good,” he huffs, eyes zeroed in on where the two of you meet. You would have looked too, if your body hadn’t felt so completely boneless beneath him, the grinding of his cock sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So pretty and mine.”

“Yours,” you choke, heart swelling in your chest at his words. It’s almost animalistic, the way he ducks down to bite at your neck, like some animal staking its claim, and you like it. You like it because it’s all you ever dreamed of for so long. “Faster, Kook,” you urge, wrapping your arms around him.

He does as you say, slow and careful thrusts transitioning into a fast piston that would have had you bouncing out of his reach if he wasn’t holding you so tightly. “Fuck,” he chokes, lost in the way you clench around him, lips dragging against his cock with each thrust. “Baby,” he grunts, sweat trailing down his temple, eyes furrowed shut. Eventually, his head falls into the crook of your neck, his weight pressing down on you uncomfortably, subtle ridges on the hood making you ache. At this point, you’re too far gone to care. “All I ever wanted,” he gasps.

You could cry, right now and he’d pull out right away, big heart fretting over your emotional well-being. Which is exactly why you hold your emotions in, let yourself get fully immersed in the feeling of Jungkook pounding you against some stranger’s car and not the inevitable emotional crash you’ll have later.

He fucks like he’s waited all his life for this, and you guess he sort of has if what he’s saying is true. You have no doubt it is, and when his lips suck a mark against your neck, you feel like you’re in heaven. “Almost,” you pant, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. Jungkook nods, his hair tickling your jaw and neck, as he picks up the pace. Your cunt swallows him up every single time, suctions him in until he’s shaking, and so are you.

It can only last for so long, your heart and body eventually reaching their peak, and you unravel. His arms are there to catch you, to pick up the pieces and hold you together. You want to cry, you really do, and when the coil in your stomach snaps, you finally do. “I love you,” you sob, and Jungkook shudders, glances at your tear-struck face to push himself off.

“Love you too,” he mumbles, grinds his cock against your spasming folds one last time, and comes mid-thrust, cum spurting inside you. He holds you, just like you knew he would, as you come down from your highs, hot breath fanning across your skin.

You feel warm, loved, and in love, body trembling in sensitivity afterwards. He’s pulled out since, soothingly rubbing a hand against your side. You’d like to say you wouldn’t be anywhere else, but one shift reminds you of where you are.

“Shit,” you groan, taking in your surroundings before letting your head fall back against the hood. Jungkook hums, round eyes looking your way. “We really just confessed and had sex on some stranger’s car.”

Jungkook snorts, leans away just the slightest to look you in the eye. He’s lost in thought, chocolate irises swirling as they drink you in. “Say thanks to Taehyung,” he finally says.

You roll your eyes, and when you shift beneath him, your sweaty skin sticks uncomfortably against the metal hood. “Yeah, let me thank Taehyung for dating me for three days and awakening your crush,” you huff sarcastically, resigning yourself to your new life stuck against the hood of some classic automobile from the 50s. Jungkook laughs, tucks himself back into his underwear. “Thanks Taehyung, for your noble sacrifice ten years ago that allowed me to fuck Jungkook on some stranger’s car—“

Jungkook hums, snuggles closer to you. “Tae’s car.”

“—after confessing our—Taehyung’s car?” You shriek, sitting up with the strength of three football players, Jungkook toppling off you. “Oh my god. No.” Jungkook rubs his elbow where he knocked it against the hood, looks at you with solemn eyes. Slowly, a smirk crawls over his features. “No,” you gasp, mortification crawling up your spine. “We didn’t.”

He tugs you off the car, tugs your skirt down when you wobble on unsteady heels. “Yup,” he says, pops the end of the word like a child. “Say hello to Taehyung’s new car!” He exclaims, patting the hood you just defiled. “Straight from the car auction he went to this morning,” he beams.

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands when you finally spot the puddles of... something on the black hood. “This is terrible.”

Jungkook ignores you, wipes up the mess with some napkins from his takeout bag, but there’s already some that's dried, only fueling your mortification. “Not like he’ll find out,” he shrugs, then narrows his eyes at you. “Or will he?”

“No!” You stutter, carefully rounding the car as if inspecting it for any more signs of the treacherous things you and Jungkook did on or around it. “I-I won’t tell him.”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook teases, settles on that rolling stool and pushes himself towards you. There’s a hand easing itself around your waist, tugging you between open legs. Still in shock, your hands flutter around his neck, muscle memory causing you to immediately begin massaging the skin there.

Jungkook sighs into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Too bad Jimin’s not here,” he sighs, and you visibly see his nose grow in arrogance. 

“What? Why should Jimin be here?” You ask, pushing your fingers against the knots in his neck. 

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed, one-eyed glare. He scoffs, “maybe you are as dumb ad Taehyung says.” And then, “hey!” when you tug his ear. He isn’t upset, just tugs you closer until his face is buried against your stomach. “You know country folk like him marry on the spot right?”

“What are you even saying,” you huff, burying your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his head back to properly look at him. “Why do you care who Jimin marries?” He doesn’t bother answering. 

Instead, Jungkook sighs into the touch, an easygoing smile thrown your way, and for a moment you forget about the trauma Taehyung will have when he inevitably learns about this. “This is the life.”