#once again i am so sorry for the late reply ohhh my god how embarrassing of me x(

[forbiddensiren1]

What's your favorite mission? Personally, I loved any mission that involves the Nest. Seeing how the shibito all turn the middle of town into one big cocoon always crept me out. Not to mention how everything was a maze at that point of the game, made good use of the sightjacking skill

hi anon, this is an interesting question !! sorry i answered it so late, i’ve been very busy… i hope you’re doing well !!

personally i didn’t find much of siren scary (though i do love the creepy vibe it has) & i am going to be honest, i had my screen on full brightness while sat in the dark because i genuienly struggled to see the game, but harumi’s mission in the nest was very very disturbing to me & that’s the first time while playing the game that i started to grow uneasy. the soundtrack is downright horrifying & as you said the nest is quite a creepy location - it’s very suffocating & makes you feel so helpless because you’re boxed in.

i remember getting goosebumps the first time i played that mission & i had to pause it to collect myself since it actually started to freak me out, lol. the soundtrack for that mission reminds me of the music played in silent hill 1 when you’re first walking down the alleyway (i can’t remember the name of that music at the moment though). despite that i think that’s probably one of my favourite missions in the game.

other missions i enjoy are tamon’s shibito brain mission, shiro’s janokubi valley mission & kei’s chaperoning tomoko mission. there are a lot of others that i enjoyed as well, though … but missions that take place outside are ones i enjoy the most. i love how the peaceful beautiful scenery becomes warped as the game continues, & the contrast of the natural scenery against the shibito. it almost tricks you into thinking that what’s happening is normal at first, lol.

also any mission with naoko .. we love to see it <3

it’s actually pretty hard to answer this question since most of the levels are so gorgeous & wonderfully made, there’s so much detail to them. i did not like the hospital missions very much though i will admit that but that is only because i am stupid & it was only during THOSE missions when i realised that i had a map. wondering why i was getting lost, asking myself “where is that” while sightjacking .. the map was there the entire time & i did not even know .. fake gamer

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𝑹𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏 - 𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏

"'𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 ♡"

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If it wasn't for the flickering light in the distance, I would have sworn that I had been attacked with a sudden rush of insomnia. My bed sheets were twisted around my body from my tossing and turning so often. All I really wanted was to get some rest. But with that light, it seemed almost impossible. I sighed. This was hopeless. I opened my eyes and saw the light once again flickering outside my window. The light was too distracting, making me unable to close my eyes and drift off to a dream-filled sleep. On, off, on, off. It was starting to get really annoying.

I turn towards my side table to look at my phone. The light of my phone slightly hurts my eye due to the sudden brightness. It was 2 am and I still couldn't sleep. While looking through my phone my stomach starts rumbling. "Ramen won't hurt right now" I thought to myself. I get out of bed, struggling cause of the blankets being wrapped around me. I throw on an oversized hoodie and walk out of my shared apartment. I was passed the flickering light silently cursing at it, hoping someone would fix it soon. I walk into the convenience store greeting the tired looking cashier, I grab a few chip packets for me and my roommate knowing that if i didn't get anything for her she would probably kill me. I walked to the ramen section, my favourite ramen caught my eye and there was only one left.

I was about to get the last pack of ramen when someone grabbed it at the same time. I didn't notice that there was another person in the store. I look beside me to see a boy with beautiful tan skin. He reminded me of the sun, golden and just beautiful. "Hey, I was going to take it...." I stuttered for some unknown reason. "I took it first" he said bluntly while walking away. I sigh, could this night get any worse. I walk up to the counter with just the packet of chips and a drink, I was about to leave the store when i heard someone call me. "Hey, you" said the same voice before but this time more friendly. "Im sorry bout how I acted before, you wanna share?". I was shocked by the sudden question, well was i going to say yes and eat my favourite ramen with a complete stranger who i didn't even know, or go back home wishing i could have had some ramen. "Uh..sure" i say hesitantly. "Its fine im not going to poison you, im good at making ramen." he said chuckling.  

I sat down across from him, it was kinda awkward at first. "Are you new around here, i haven't seen u around before" he lied. "Uh...nah me and my friend have been living here for 5 months now" i replied. "Oh thats a bummer, i could have showed u around" he mumbled softly not loud enough for me to hear. "Sorry what was that" i asked. "Oh nothing.. I'm Dong-hyuck but my friends call me Haechan, Full sun or God of Visuals (I mean that aint wrong bahah)" he replied joking bout the last part. "Hahah, that's nice, Im y/n y/l , just y/n l/n".  

"So why are u here eating ramen in the middle of night with a random stranger you dont know?", he questioned. "Well technically we aren't strangers anymore we are acquaintances", I replied back smartly as a joke. " Haha true,but really why, is everything okay?". "Yeh yeh its just im kinda stressed out lately, i recently just moved out with my friend, and we both are looking for part time jobs". "And not to mention that fucking light that wont stop blinking outside my window" I said answering his question. ".... haha whoops that might be my fault, me and my friends were walking down the street drunk on my birthday and I might have accidentally thrown something at the light" he replied laughing nervously.  I gave him a death glare. "Jk im not mad, anyway what bout u"? " Oh well i usually sleep late, my sleep cycle (whatever u call it) is kinda messed up when I don't have any sched- i mean when i dont have Uni. Plus Doyoung was being annoying as usual, he refused to make me something to eat and we ran out of ramen, so here i am. "D-doyoung?" I repeated slightly confused . "Ohhh....one of my roommates". I nodded slowly listening to the rest of what he was saying. But that name started lingering in my head. I swear to god the name Doyoung and Haechan sound so familiar. But where have i heard it before?

We continued talking for a long time, laughing and getting to know each other. We had plenty of things in common, he was really chill and was pretty nice. Unlike what I first thought when we "first met". Our conversation about how annoying our roommates were got interrupted when i got plenty of texts from my roommate herself. "y/n where tf r u. I got up to get a glass of water and you were gone. It fucking 4 in the morning" it read. Holy shit 4am already, i look at the top of my phone to see 4:09 displayed. "Omg im sooo sorry i have to go, i didn't realise the time, you should go to, im soo sorry" i apologised once again. "Hey its fine, again my sleep scheduled is pretty messed up im used to sleeping at this time". "Im not really that tired, do u mind if i walk u home, I dont wanna head back just yet" he replied kinda nervous. "Oh sure" i said smiling. I was glad I had company walking back.

We laughed along the way back to my apartment. I scolded him for being too loud, afraid we might disturb the people around at this time. "Shhh" i laughed while playfully hitting him . We arrived at my apartment and as i was about to head in...."Well then I hope to see u around, and hopefully next time I don't have to break the light to get your attention" he said quickly while quickly running away. And entering the apartment diagonally across the street. That's when it clicked.  

<<<<Flashback>>>

"Hey Haechan dude, look the girl you like just moved in across the street ", doyoung yelled loudly at Haechan as a joke trying to embarrass him. "Omg Doyoung you so fuckin annoying". "Im sorry bout him, he is joking, welcome to the neighbourhood btw" he yelled to me before pushing doyoung back inside. " Taeyong hyung Doyoung's being a little bitch again" haechan yelled inside the house. I just started laughing confused about what had just happened. Something inside  told me that moving here was one of the best decisions of my life but i dont know.

<<< Reality>>>

I laughed to myself quietly realising that i was right about how i had felt that day.I walked into my apartment, welcomed by my VERY confused roommate."Hey" i simply said. "Dont HEY me, Yah where were u, i thought u got kidnapped or something..." she kept rambling on. I started walking into my room. "Bro are u even listening to me, whats gotten into u" she asked while shaking her head going into her room. I laid in bed hugging my pillow while smiling like an idiot. I can finally fall asleep now, cause maybe I could "run into him" the next day.

- 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑮

[hookedontaronfics]

A (Not So) Secret Crush - Prompt fic

Title: A (Not So) Secret Crush Pairing: Taron x Reader Rating: T Warnings: None (Just some cursing but we’re all adults here, right?) A/N: I just had so much fun writing this imagine; it really flowed from my fingertips with ease and I hope you enjoy reading this super sweet fluff as much as I enjoyed writing it! x Prompt: Could you possibly do an imagine where the reader is drunk and leaves a voicemail for taron saying that she’s falling for him? then he confronts her? SUUUUPER FLUFFY

Here was the scene: Another Friday night at a loud bar, drinking with your friends, some who had been your mates since your RADA days, others who had been brought into the fold because they knew someone who knew someone. Either way, your group had been hosting these Friday night get-togethers for as long as you could remember, and whoever could make it showed up. The mix of friends changed time to time but the fun never stopped. 

You truly loved these people and you were grateful you had made friends for life. You’d been through every heartbreak and every victory together - new jobs, losing parents, getting engaged, getting married, getting cancer, having babies, getting promotions, losing jobs, shitty breakups, you’d seen it all together, and you’d been there for each other through thick and thin, plenty of tears and plenty of laughter.

One of your closest friends had drifted away from the group slightly, not because he didn’t care but because he was just so exceptionally busy. Taron had made quite a name for himself lately, and was constantly running the awards circuit as of late. You couldn’t help but admit you slightly envied him. Out of your entire RADA group, he’d been the most successful. Some of you still did civic theater or indie film projects, but nearly everyone had gone on to normal plebian jobs. But Taron had been incredibly talented from Day One; how he hadn’t made it into the school on his first audition was beyond you. You knew he’d go far and you were pleased to see your predictions had been right. Of course he’d always brushed you off when you’d tried to tell him that all those years ago; he was almost annoyingly humble.

Look at him now, you thought, racking up awards buzz for his latest project as Elton John, sitting there downing his pilsner and laughing like he hadn’t a care in the world. He’d decided to join your lot finally after months of half-promises or apologies, and you couldn’t help staring at his fine-cut suit… or that jawline. He’d just come from some banquet or another, you’d lost track at that point, but boy did he look fine.

You weren’t sure when the crush had started really. Maybe you’d always found him attractive, but he had been your friend so you never really dwelled on it. Plus, as gangly young adults, you all had had some growing up to do. But Taron had aged like a fine wine, and only gotten more handsome as the years passed, and so your crush had slowly become more than just a spark. But you’d never tell him that, you couldn’t. You felt like it would ruin your friendship, a friendship you both had come to rely on over the years. He’d called you in tears when he and Emily had broken up, and you’d brought over frozen pizzas and let him cry on your shoulder while they baked in the oven. That kind of friendship wasn’t worth ruining over your silly crush.

But at this moment, as the alcohol you were drinking was working its way through your system, you couldn’t help but wonder what could come of it all if you just told him the truth. You were both single at the moment now, and every time he smiled at you you felt your heart leap into your throat. It was getting kind of annoying, to be honest. Taron with those intense green eyes and that boyish grin and that hair you wanted to run your fingers through. But you never would, because you loved him too much to trip over the line and cause an irreparable rip in the fabric of your friendship.

The night wore on, and so did the drinks, shots and cocktails and a beer to chase it all down. As you were nursing your Firestone ale, Taron finally slid over on the booth next to you. The conversations had died down mostly into private talks between couples, and you’d been sitting by yourself, aware of how that branded you in your singleness.

“You shouldn’t be sitting by yourself, love,” he grinned at you, tossing an arm casually on the back of the booth behind you, but not touching you. Still, you were all too aware of his presence now. He smelled of alcohol but also vanilla and sandalwood; it was a bit heady to you, and you had to take a steadying breath before you answered him.

“Everyone decided to couple up,” you laughed, the sound too loud and bright to your own ears. “And I am definitely… uh.. Single,” you added for good measure.

“Suppose that makes two of us, eh?” he smiled gently at you. You could only nod at that.

“So, I feel completely rude in not asking what you’ve been up to these days,” he said, taking a sip of his own beer, your eyes trained on the way his mouth worked the rim of the glass and giving you a thought you instantly banished from your mind. You suddenly felt quite warm and adjusted the collar of your blouse.

“Just work, you know, the usual boring adult shit. My life is not nearly as exciting as yours, Mister I’m Winning All The Awards,” you said, giggling slightly at your own dumb joke.

“Oh please, that’s not even remotely true,” he chuckled, but you could see a bit of blush creeping up his neck. You had to admit, it didn’t look bad on him at all.

“But really, I just go to work and come home and veg in front of the telly and do hot yoga and drink with this lot and that’s about it. I guess I’m waiting for something more exciting to come along,” you shrugged slightly.

“Or someone?” he asked, turning his full gaze on you. You couldn’t decipher the meaning behind his words, though, so you just took another drink of your ale.

“I guess you could say that but who knows if that will ever happen, T. You’ve seen me go through it so many times before. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s such a thing as true love, or if life is just really about settling for someone you at least can tolerate,” you sighed heavily.

“Hey now, no reason to give up just yet,” he said, tilting your chin up to look at him. You’d hugged him many times over the years, even tackled him full-on during a friendly rugby match, but for some reason his touch on you now sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ll believe you when you find me a match,” you teased him lightly, and he chuckled.

“Alright, well, let’s start with this here bar, right now,” he smirked sideways at you as you slid down in the booth to try and hide. “Ohhh that one over there, in the chummy corduroy jacket, he’s got nice eyes. Or the biker jacket by the window, he could take you for a wild ride,” Taron snickered and you slapped him playfully on the arm.

“Taron, stop,” you said, hissing in your attempt to not laugh.

“Hey, what about Mr. Silver Suits over there, 9 o’clock?” he said, sweeping his arm over to point and accidentally knocking you in the back of the head in the process. “Oh my god, I’m so so sorry!” he said, pulling you to him and holding you tightly against his chest. You couldn’t breathe in this close proximity to him, and he must have interpreted your silence as pain. “Please tell me you’re okay,” he pleaded slightly, his alcohol breath on your cheek not unpleasant.

“I’m fine Taron, but you’re squeezing me a bit,” you laughed, as he quickly loosened his arms around you and you sat back up.

“I’ve totally gone and messed up your hair,” he said, trying to help you rearrange it, his fingers whispering slightly over your cheeks and shoulders and making you suck in your breath slightly. You were far too drunk to think about this rationally. He was drunk too, though, you realized, and couldn’t possibly be meaning anything about this.

“It’s fine, T, you’ve done enough,” you said with a smile, as he withdrew his hands and looked slightly embarrassed at himself.

“Sorry, I’m a bit drunk?” he offered, and you just laughed at him.

“Not the first time I’ve seen you pissed,” you giggled, and he grinned at you.

“This is not untrue,” he smirked. “But we should maybe call it a night?” he said, loosening his tie slightly and drawing your eyes straight to his neck, where you wanted to kiss him. Fuck, you really needed to stop thinking those things. You were going to go home to your quiet, lonely apartment, by yourself, and probably crash and sleep off your hangover. Taron was no part of that reality and the thought sobered you up a bit.

You both ordered Ubers and finished your drinks while you waited, chatting about nothing of consequence. He walked you out the door, his hand at your lower back, and made sure you got in the Uber safely.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?” he said, slurring his words only slightly.

“Of course,” you said sweetly at him as he closed the door behind you. The Uber driver was rather chatty but thankfully didn’t seem to mind that most of your replies were “uh-huh” and “yeah” and you were grateful when you got home, a small headache beginning to work its way into your brain, and also a slightly painful longing in your heart.

You had once again walked away from Taron without telling him how you felt, and tonight he’d even slightly made you feel like maybe he felt something too, the way his gaze had landed on you often when he didn’t think you were looking, the way his fingers had always found your knee under the table, the way he leaned into your shoulder when he laughed. Boy, you had it bad, and you didn’t know how to stop. Maybe you didn’t want to stop feeling this way about him, but you could never have him either.

You hopped in the shower, hoping that would calm you down, before realizing you’d completely forgotten to text Taron that you’d made it home safely. You quickly grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your dripping body, hair still full of shampoo, before pawing through the contents of your purse for your phone, where you found several <are you home yet?!> texts from Taron.

Rather than text him back this late, you just decided to call since that might be quicker in reassuring him that you were safe. He didn’t pick up the call though, and you half-imagined him crashed out on his couch, still in that suit coat, now rumpled, mouth hanging slightly open and the couch blanket tossed haphazardly over himself. The image made you smile as his voicemail beeped at you.

“Hey, Taron, it’s me. You would have known that if you’d been looking at your phone, of course. But you’re probably asleep already so… I’m just letting you know I-” you said before the phone service cut you off. You sighed and dialed again, waiting for the beep before trying again. “I made it home! Thought you should know that. Because you left me like 18 texts asking me if I was home yet. I had fun tonight with you, really. It was great to catch up. I hope we-” you rambled into the voice message before getting cut off again.

You hoped what? That you could fall in love and get married and have his babies? The thought was absolutely absurd, and you laughed out loud at how ridiculous you were being. You dialed his number one more time, hoping to leave something semi-coherent. “Hey, sorry I’m really drunk but if I don’t tell you how I feel now I never will. I think I’m falling for you and I know if this ruins our friendship I’ll forever regret it. But I just needed to tell you that, because I’ve known it for a long time. I think I love you, and I-” You were cut off again, and suddenly lost your courage too. You threw your phone on the bedside table and wished you could take that message back.

“SHIT!” you yelled out loud, standing in the puddle of water you’d left on your hardwood floor. What have I done, you thought, feeling like you might cry. Well, it was all in Taron’s hands now, really. You felt sick to your stomach as you went to finish your shower, and afterward stood staring at yourself in the mirror for a long moment. There was no way he could possibly feel the same about you. He probably only thought of you as a sister, nothing more. You brushed the tears away from your face and sighed before collapsing in your bed, not even bothering to dry your hair, the water soaking into your pillow as you passed out.

When your alarm went off the next morning you batted half the crap off your bedside table before finding your phone and silencing the alarm, groaning slightly at it before sitting bolt upright and opening your phone. There were no return texts, no return voicemails. Nothing at all. Maybe he was still asleep, you told yourself, though it was already nearly 11 a.m. Maybe he just didn’t know how to respond, because you sure as hell wouldn’t if he had left you messages like that. Maybe he’d just chalk it up to drunkenness and let the whole thing pass like a bad dream. Or a kidney stone. Painful, but forgettable. Because that’s exactly how you felt about yourself in that moment.

There was no way you were getting back to sleep, so you got up and went about your Saturday, tidying up your apartment, going to the grocery, chatting with your mum, watching some telly, and jumping every time your phone chimed with a text. But they were never texts from the one person you needed to hear from, and when the sun began to sink toward the horizon with still no response, your heart sank to your toes right along with it.

You slept fitfully that night, before spending Sunday as a nervous wreck, pacing your apartment and debating whether to ring him. You settled on a text message, typing it and deleting it and retyping it again. <I think we need to talk. But I just want to know you’re okay. Please text me back.> You paced some more before you finally received a text back.

<Everything’s alright, just been busy. We can talk at some point but I’ll be in the States for a while coming up so don’t hold your breath.>

“Don’t hold my breath?” you asked out loud, a wee bit shocked as it sounded rather rude, coming from someone you’d known the better part of 10 years. Someone who had cried on your damn shoulders just a few months ago. You huffed slightly and tossed your phone on the couch, staring at it and sighing. You figured the conversation would probably end up with you conceding just being drunk and an arsehole and both of you agreeing to forget it ever happened. 

But could you live with your unrequited feelings for the rest of your life? Could you stand by Taron’s side when he married another girl, knowing how you felt about him? Or would this truly be something neither of you could get over? Could you live with never talking to him again? The thought made you feel sick to your stomach; you’d rather deny your feelings for the rest of your life than lose him completely, you decided. You spent the rest of the night on the couch with a tub of ice cream, eating your feelings and trying to not so subtly ask your friend group if they’d heard anything from Taron, but no one had. At least he had kept your secret admission to himself.

Weeks passed and you didn’t hear anything from Taron. You attended the next several Friday outings with the group and even though you enjoyed your time with everyone else, the lack of Taron’s presence was a glaring hole in your mind. Don’t hold your breath, he’d said, the phrase stuck on an endless loop in your mind. It distracted you in your daily life, and even your best friend at work called you out for it. You came up with some lame excuse she saw right through, figuring it was “boy trouble” and wondering when you’d ever manage to find a decent man. 

The problem, though, was that a decent man had been right in front of you, so close to you but so far out of reach. Maybe Taron had ruined you for everyone else, you thought to yourself, laughing at that but half-wondering if it was true. No one ever measured up to the man you knew he was, the man you’d spent countless hours beating at Mario Kart, he was so laughably bad, the man who’d helped you memorize your monologues, who sent you funny gifs when he knew you were down, who always took you to lunch after a bad breakup. He knew more about your life than most anyone else.

And you’d gone and thrown it all away.

On a particularly stormy day, six weeks later, you were sitting on your living room floor, surrounded by half cut-up magazines, the scattered images of people’s faces and flowers and animals and the words you’d cut out. You were dressed in a pair of floral leggings and a white sweater, your hair up in a messy bun with a cute headband holding your bangs out of your face. You were tapping your scissors against your lips, deciding how to arrange your collage, when a loud crack of thunder made you jump, your lights flickering slightly. “Jesus,” you breathed out, your heart racing slightly before a knock sounded on your apartment door.

You almost thought you’d imagined it, not expecting anyone, when it sounded again. You quickly put the cap on the open glue bottle before unwinding your legs and standing up, stepping carefully around the scattered art. The insistent knocking came again, and you sighed. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” you said even though they couldn’t hear you. It was probably just a neighbor wondering if your lights had flickered too.

You popped the door open and gasped slightly, an entirely-soaked-to-the-bone Taron standing at your door, rainwater dripping off the tip of his nose and chin, his wet hair plastered to his forehead.

“Taron!” you said in surprise, your hand still on the doorknob.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked, his voice a bit hoarse.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, knowing full well what he meant.

“Your voicemail that you left me. When you said you were falling for me,” he said, still dripping onto the floor outside of your apartment.

“I- … was drunk,” you started but he shook his head.

“Did you mean what you said?” he asked again, his gaze looking vulnerable and a bit tortured too.

It really was now or never, you thought to yourself. “Yes. Yes I did,” you replied, a bit faintly.

“How long have you known?” he asked, his own voice failing him slightly, cracking a bit.

“Years, Taron. But don’t stand out there, you’ll catch your death,” you said, gesturing for him to come inside. He stepped across the threshold gingerly, awkwardly, as if he hadn’t been in your apartment before. You quickly went to get him some towels and took his sopping wet coat and did your best to wring it out in the bathtub before hanging it up to dry. You couldn’t help but hide a laugh behind your hand at his appearance; he looked like a drowned rat, but it was somehow adorable.

You sat a stack of towels on the couch so he could sit and not worry about getting it all wet but you could tell he wasn’t comfortable in the least. “Why did you never say anything to me?” he asked after a moment, as you paused in the middle of your attempt to sweep up your collage work into a tidy pile.

“I knew it would ruin our friendship. I knew it would make things awful and awkward between us, and it has,” you admitted, peering over at him. He seemed lost in thought, wrestling with something, his face an open book.

“I’ve only been awkward and distant because I … I’ve had trouble coming to terms with how I felt about you. I don’t think I’ve had nearly the same courage, drunk or not. But I’ve done some thinking, and I started to realize that, y/n, it’s really always been you. You were always there, for my smallest victories to my biggest heartbreaks. You were the one tipping back a beer with me every time I landed a role. You were the one encouraging me when I felt like I wasn’t good enough. You went shopping for my first real suit for my first real awards show back in the day,” he grinned, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory with him.

“You were so nervous, it was darling,” you giggled.

“The hem! The hem!” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“All the pants were too long on you,” you giggled lightly as he gazed at you, biting his lip slightly.

“I don’t think we have to lose this at all,” he said softly. “I think we can make it even better. I at least want to try, because I fell for a girl a long time ago who’s been right in front of me all along. And I know that sounds super cliche, like one of those cheesy romcoms you love so much, but it’s true,” he said sweetly.

“They are brilliant pieces of cinema and you will never change my mind, Taron David Egerton!” you laughed, but your heart was also falling open at that moment as you heard the words you’d been wishing to hear for so long. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was just a dream; that’d you’d wake up tomorrow and all of this would have evaporated like mist on the wind. Before either of you could say another word, your lights went out accompanied by another loud clap of thunder, and you groaned loudly.

“Well shit,” you said, going to check the breaker box but the lights were truly out. You rummaged around under your sink and found a flashlight, flicking it on and setting it on its end so the beam of light hit the ceiling and scattered around the room, drawing weird shadows on the walls. You noticed, suddenly, that Taron was shivering quite a bit, but you weren’t sure how to solve that until you remembered you had borrowed one of his sweatshirts eons ago.

“You should get out of those wet clothes,” you said, as you went to go dig the sweatshirt out of your closet. You kept your eyes trained on the ground as you handed him a blanket and the sweatshirt, and it was enough to hear his clothes rustle as he presumably wriggled out of them, considering his jeans looked tighter than your leggings.

“I’m decent,” he chuckled once he was settled on the couch again, the blanket tucked over his lap and the sweatshirt on. He looked almost boyish now, a crooked smile on his face and his hair, which had gone fluffy as it dried, a total bedhead mess. You hung his wet clothes up on the shower rod, since the dryer wouldn’t work without power, and then sat primly on the couch next to him. He was presumably still in whatever he wore beneath his jeans, but the thought still made you blush and you were grateful for the semi-darkness now.

“So now what?” you asked quietly, feeling awkward and like you were twelve again and trying to discuss your first crush with your “bff.” Only your bff was the man you had fallen in love with.

“Oh I know how this next bit goes. You see, usually in these cheesy romcoms there’s some sort of cutesy music in the background and then the couple with all of their newly discovered attraction kisses,” Taron smirked at you, and your breath sort of caught in your throat.

“Taron, that isn’t even remotely practical!” you said, trying to laugh it off. “It’s storming like crazy outside, you’re half-naked-”

“Only half,” he interjected in a teasing manner.

“- on my couch and we don’t even know exactly how we feel about each other!” you protested, barreling through his comment.

“You so sure about that?” he asked, pulling you to him suddenly. You squeaked in surprise but didn’t pull away as his eyes searched yours for a long moment. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he said, cupping your face in his hands before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, kissing you in a way that very much could have been described as “romantic.” It opened a whole new world of feelings to you, feelings you didn’t have to pretend away anymore. You were completely head over heels for this man, and as he ran his fingers through your hair, and gazed at you in that loving way he had, you felt so totally undone but somehow put back together in all the right ways too.

You dared to kiss him back, and it was just as good the second time around, like a nice bowl of chili that warmed you all over, from the inside out. You pulled away for a moment, almost feeling shy, and settled your head against his chest instead. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you, and you could hear his heart hammering away. Just knowing you were the reason for that made you smile to yourself.

Neither of you said much as you cuddled in a way you had never done. Sure, you’d laid in each others’ arms before, half-drunk or sick or sad, but this was a new level, a mutual and deep caring for each other that went further than your friendship ever had. Or maybe it really had been leading up to this all along; you both had just never seen it until now. One thing you were certain, though, was that you could never go back now. One little taste and you wanted so much more, in its time and place, of course. You had adored him from afar for so long, and now you had the chance to show him just how much.

Just then your lights clicked back on, and both of you blinked in the sudden onslaught of light at each other.

“So what happens in the dark… stays in the dark, right?” you joked lightly, sitting up again and noticing that the blanket on his lap had shifted rather low. Your face went completely red then, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh, my dear, there’s no keeping us in the dark any longer,” he said, kissing you again but with gusto this time. You melted into him again, letting the rush of feelings wash through you, but neither of you let it go too far. There would be time enough for that in the future, a future that stretched out long ahead of you.

“I thought I would forever regret that voicemail but now it’s the single best thing I’ve ever done in my life,” you smiled at him as he sweetly brushed his thumb over your lips.

“I’ve listened to it every day since, just to make sure it was real and I hadn’t imagined it,” he said cutely. “I mean yes, I was confused and maybe even a little angry at first but mostly at myself for not seeing it sooner, for not admitting it sooner. For wasting so much time,” he said, his eyes so soft and light despite the harsh glare of your lamps.

“Time spent with you, even as just your friend, was never a waste to me,” you said quickly, squeezing his hand. “I’m just lucky, and grateful, for this now.”

“As am I,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a sweet kiss there.

“And Taron, I’ll be sure to leave you more voicemails in the future,” you said cheekily, your heart feeling so full of promise.

“I shall count on it,” he grinned back, and you would forever be able to lose yourself in that gaze. “But the best voicemail of all, was the one that brought us together.”

You nodded in agreement and sighed softly. “The one we’ll never forget.”

[tubbyfingers]

Four Months | 04

Description: You and Jungkook have been happily married for seven years. Or so he thought. After three years of him being completely oblivious to your feelings and personal struggles, you decided that your happiness was more important than trying to salvage a failing marriage, so you filed for divorce, giving him a time limit of four months until he has to move out of your shared home. Unable to cope with the idea of his wife leaving him, Jungkook decides to comply with the terms of the divorce…for now…but is secretly plotting to win you back before the four months is up.

pairing: jungkook × reader

genre: angst, romance

word count: 2.2k

*warning*: slight profanity

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“Jeon Jungkook, you’re an actual idiot.”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open.

“N-Namjoon?” he stuttered.

“N-Namjoon,” the older man mimicked, “Who else?”

Jungkook had picked up the phone half asleep, and already the call had begun on a hostile note. Namjoon had promised himself that he would be as civil as possible, but hearing the sleep in Jungkook’s voice triggered him, knowing that you had already left for work while your husband was at home getting to sleep in.

“Why are you calling so early?”

“It’s 3:40pm. Why are you just now waking up?”

Jungkook looked at the clock in irritation, sitting up in his place on the couch as he rubbed his face with one hand.

“Okay, I woke up late, so what? It’s not like I have anywhere to be,” he responded tiredly.

“Don’t you have work today?”

“I’m taking the day off.”

“God, you’re so lazy. How many days off have you already had this month alone? And for what? To play games? To hang out with Jimin?”

“Okay Namjoon! What did you call me for?! You want me to just sit here and listen to you nag?!”

“No...” he paused, “I’m calling you about Y/N.”

“Y/N?”

“I just wanted to see how you were holding up with the divorce. Are you doing okay?”

“Wait, how do you know about that?”

“What...what do you mean how do I know about that? I’m Y/N’s divorce lawyer, why wouldn’t I know about it?” Namjoon questioned.

“You’re...what? Jungkook questioned incredulously. “Are you kidding me?!” he screamed into the receiver. “You’re helping her divorce me?! I thought we were friends! If you knew all of this was going on why didn’t you tell me?! Why didn’t you try to convince her not to go through with it?!”

“Are you serious?” Namjoon said softly, almost a whisper. His hand was clenched so tightly around his phone that his knuckles were white. His voice was quiet, but that didn’t betray the rage behind his words.

“Do you know how many fucking times I told you to get your act together? Do you know how many times I heard from Jimin and the other guys that you all were out partying when you should have been at home with Y/N or at the very least, invited her out with you?! How many times I told you to stop playing games and pay attention to your wife before you lose her?! You weren’t there that night when she called me in tears, at her breaking point, because of all the shit you put her through. I told her to give you another chance but right now I’m thinking that calling you was a mistake. Don’t just sit there and speak from your ass.”

Jungkook was stunned into silence.

Namjoon breathed in deeply, and in a gentler voice, he continued, “I don’t want you guys to break up. I don’t want to see you two part ways and live your lives as enemies,” his voice was firm, “I called... I called because I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help. You need to change Jungkook. You’ve probably figured it out at this point but Y/N wants nothing to do with you; from the look of things, the only way she’ll even remotely think of taking you back is if you completely change your attitude towards your marriage and start to treat her right. I want to help you okay?”

Namjoon’s words had a profound effect on Jungkook who listened intently, soaking in everything the older man had to say. He had already planned to win you back, but he had neglected to think in depth about what he had to do. It wasn’t enough to simply clean up the kitchen a few times and expect you to forgive him; he couldn’t just make your heart flutter by touching you a couple times and expect you to see him any differently.

The root of the problem was him. He had to change, he had reevaluate his life, fix his flaws, and put the important things into perspective before he could make any progress. And Namjoon was willing to help him do all of it despite his awkward predicament of being your divorce lawyer.

Jungkook felt sorry for lashing out at his friend. 

“Namjoon, thank you,” tears began to form in Jungkook’s eyes, he wiped them away as he continued, “thank you for not giving up on me. I know I’ve really messed up, but thank you for not leaving me to deal with this on my own,” his voice cracked, “thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Namjoon responded, roughly backhanding his own tears away.

Namjoon was suddenly grateful they were having the conversation over the phone rather than in person; it would have been embarrassing to cry in front of Jungkook.

“Anyway, Y/N came to see me yesterday with the papers. I mailed them in a couple hours ago, so I guess we could say your clock has already started. You have four months to make this right. Don’t mess it up.”

“I know.”

“Work hard. I believe in you,” he hung up.

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“Chicken fried rice and a Coke for table number 4,” you said as you handed the order to the cook.

“Alright, it’ll be out in a few.”

You went back to the front of the busy restaurant to continue taking food orders.

Putting on a cheerful face, you approached the next guest who was poring over the menu indecisively. As you stood at his table waiting for him to acknowledge your presence, you soon realized he was so focused on what he was going to eat that he didn’t even notice you were there.

“Um excuse me sir,” you started hesitantly

“Wah!” he jumped, flinging the menu out of his hands. His unexpected reaction startled you and caused you to drop your notepad on his table.

“I’m sorry,” you said as you scrambled to retrieve the fallen menu, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You held out the menu to him with both hands, embarrassed at your carelessness.

“No worries,” he responded,  “It’s my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings,” he took the menu from your hands and in turn held out your notepad, “I also apologize Miss…” he craned his neck to see your nametag, “Y/N.”

His eyes met yours and he smiled as you took your notepad.

Handsome, you thought as you momentarily scanned his face, smiling back at him. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, I’ll have the onion soup, grilled chicken burger with a side of fries, bbq ribs, noodles, shrimp fried rice, roasted potatoes, lobster rolls, caesar salad, pasta, and a glass of lemonade.”

You scrambled to write down his entire order and looked back at him questioningly.

“Do you have more people coming or…”

“Nope, this is all for me,” he replied, plump pink lips parting as he smiled up at you once again.

“A-alright. It’ll take quite a bit to have everything out since this is such a large order.”

“That’s fine, I’m in no hurry.”

You went to the back to relay the man’s order to the cooks and as you left to serve another customer, you heard a collective gasp from the kitchen behind you.

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It was closing time and as the last few customers left the restaurant, one person remained, taking his sweet time with the extravagant meal splayed in front of him.

“Ohmmm. Nommm. Ohhh,” were the pleased noises you could hear coming from his table.

You watched from the back counter in annoyance.

When he had ordered the ungodly amount of food, it was 7pm, two hours to closing time. By the time you had set the last dish on his table, it was 9:15pm and the only two employees left in the establishment were the head chef and you, a waitress; everyone had already gone home, and you weren’t allowed to leave until the last customer was gone.

You sighed discontentedly and went to the back, greeted by the sight of the head chef zipping up her jacket and adjusting her purse on her shoulder.

“Sara,” you cried in horror, “you’re not leaving me, are you?”

“Time for me to head out,” she replied sheepishly, “ I don’t mean to ditch you but my shift ended an hour ago and I gotta get home to my husband and kids.”

“Ah,” that’s understandable, you thought. “in that case, don’t worry about it. I’ll finish cleaning and I’ll lock up when that pig finishes eating.”.

“Y/N!” Sara glanced quickly behind you at the man eating ravenously. “Don’t call the customer a pig! Do you know how much that entire order costs?”

“A lot? And why can’t I call him a pig? He’s the reason we’re both still here after closing time.”

“Yes, more than my weekly salary actually. You better be nice so he tips you well...even he is eating like a pig. Those sounds he’s making are really something else.”

“See?! An absolute animal!”

From the main part of the restaurant the two of you could hear muffled, “Ommm, nommmm, yummm,” sounds.

“God, it’s so irritating,”

Through her laughter Sara nodded in agreement, “Anyways, I should get going. Good luck!”

You sent her off and locked the backdoor behind her then left the kitchen to continue wiping down the tables and sweeping the floor.

“Oh, Miss Y/N, you’re still here?”

“Where else would I be?” you retorted snarkily, immediately regretting your sass as Sara’s words replayed in your head. Something along the lines of, “Be nice. Big tip.”

“Are you enjoying your meal, sir?”, you questioned with a large fake smile plastered to your face,

“Yes, very much.”

Almost too much, you thought. You shifted your eyes to look at the large digital clock in the back of the restaurant: it was already 10pm.

The man’s gaze followed yours to the clock and after swallowing a spoonful of rice, he cleared his throat.

“Am I taking too long?”

“Oh no! Take your time!”

You turned back around and continued mopping, albeit aggressively, as you tried to control your temper. You liked your job at the restaurant; it was busy and the pay wasn’t great, but the familial atmosphere among your co-workers and the smiles you put on customers’ faces made it worth it to come back everyday. However, on this particular day, the man keeping you at work a whole hour after closing time was beginning to test your patience for him and the job itself.

“Excuse me?” his voice broke your not-so-nice thoughts about what you were going to do to him if there weren’t cameras in the building.

“I think I’ll take the rest of this to go.”

“THANK G- I mean, of course! I’ll be right back with a container!”

You scurried back to the kitchen and returned with two take out containers and the bill which amounted to $136.

As the man fished in his pocket for his wallet, you began to dump his food into the containers and he handed you the cash. You went to put it in the register and came back with his change and receipt.

“Oh, before I go could I have some water?” he asked, giving you one of his many smiles that evening.

“Uh, yeah no problem.” Just leave already!!

“You made your way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the employee fridge and as you rounded the corner to head back to the man’s table, you saw that it was vacant; the man nowhere in sight. You were alone in the restaurant.

“Why’d he make me go back there if he was just gonna leave,” you grumbled, “he didn’t even leave a...” you stopped in your tracks,”...tip…”

You stared at the table in disbelief; on top of the man’s discarded receipt lay three, crisp one hundred dollar bills.

Your hands trembled as you touched the money, “I must be dreaming.”

Delicately picking the money from the table as if it would disappear with one wrong move, you saw that the receipt was flipped to the backside and something was written on it in pen.

It read, “I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time tonight; I get pretty serious when it comes to food and I didn’t realize how late it was. I wanted to thank you for putting up with me and my unusually large order, and you seem to be a patient and hardworking employee, so I wanted to tip you accordingly. Also, I’d like to make up for wasting your time. 01x-xxx-xxxx.”

-Kim Seokjin

A phone number?! Was this “Kim Seokjin” guy really expecting you to call him after the nonsense he put you and your co-workers through tonight? 

“Should I call…?” you wondered aloud. I’m not even divorced yet...you thought, it wouldn’t hurt to meet with him to thank him though. It’s not a date or anything. Plus, a $300 tip is almost unheard of, so it would be rude to just take it without saying thanks.

You looked at the clock: 10:43pm

Sighing, you pocketed the cash and receipt and began to clear the table.

I’ll call him tomorrow.

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note  ❀  heyy I posted like 2 days late again sorry T-T I’m going on vacation for three weeks next wednesday and I’m not guaranteed to have computer access so I probably won’t end up updating four months for quite a bit. I’ll still write the chapters though and try to get them up as soon as I get back home. thanks for reading!! :^))  ❀

[el-dibidibidorado1]

Untamed pt.5

A/n: sorry about the late update. I had a busy week.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/n plus size

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Today is the day I go on the small date with Bucky. Well it wasn't a date, he was accompanying me to the mall. Usually I would go the way I woke up because it was always packed and I just didn't have a reason. But NOW, I feel the need to look a bit decent. I mean it's Bucky! As i finished putting on some light mascara I heard the knock echo throughout the house. Quickly I put on some chapstick and run downstairs missing the last step falling straight to my side making a huge sound.

"Y/n?" He called from the other side of the door.

"Come in" I groan and slowly start to get up when a warm hand helps me.

"You okay?" I nod and give him a sheepish embarrassed smile.

"I'm a klutz" I laughed quickly fixed myself feeling my cheeks get red.

"You okay?" He again asked worried.

"Yep yep yep" I try to avoid his gaze as feel my shoulder bruise up. I grabbed my small backpack and beanie walking out closing the front door.

"Ready?" He nodded.

"You wanna drive or?"

"Your car" it was my mom's car, but who cares. Slipping into the driver's seat putting my backpack in the back. Silence filled the car and my hands began to get clammy due to the anxious air.

"Y-you can put on music if you want?" I looked at him and gave him my phone.

"Um you can go to YouTube or my playlist" my eyes went back to the road.

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How the fuck do you use this?! All I have is a phone that opens that Steve gave me, but this is is like a glass box.

"You okay?" She asked and gave me a worry look.

"I don't-" I handed her the phone and she took it while paying attention to the road.

"Sorry. I forgot about the lock" she said and gave it back. I began experimenting with it. This must be it? It has a music note. As soon as I open the note the screen filled with stuff. Music?

"So I just pick one or?"

"Whatever you want or just shuffle" shuffle? Just pick one you are embarrassing yourself. Anxiety rose and I choose one, she looked at me with a small smile and began humming along.

She quietly sang and my attention went straight to her. She smiled brighter and continued. She looked beautiful as always, it made me want to make her into a small size and keep her on my shoulder so no one would touch her. I feel like if I need to protect her.

"What?" She caught me looking at her.

"Nothing" I sat up and looked out the window avoiding her. Her music wasn't that bad, I understood the words that's what matters.

"Here we are" she turns off the engine and puts on her hat. Neither of us moved. Just complete silence.

"Bucky" she broke the ice.

"Have you...um..have you been following me?" Oh no.

"Do you follow me home?" Oh shit no.

"Or everywhere I go?" Holy shit No! This is it, isn't it, our newly forming friendship is over. Was there a friendship at all?

"I...." scratching my head I couldn't look at her in the eyes.

"You what?"

"Y-y-yes I followed you" she let out a huge sigh and hold my left hand. The metal hand. I forgot to put on my glove. The feeling of her small fingers was warm against mine. The warmth brought me peace until she pulled back and took the glove and put it on me. She wasn't afraid of it, and it brought me joy to know that someone liked my arm. Even when I fucking hated it.

"I was just curious, that's all." I let out a shaky laugh and we both got out of the car.

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Where do I start? Where do I start? My Christmas list was all folded and messy. Oh great, it's Tom's turn. Should I even buy him something? A warm breath shivered down my spine. I look to my right and see Bucky face right next to me.

"Yes?" I asked playfully. Bucky lookes at me, that's when I notice how close we are. I feel the warmth of his breath on my cheeks and his ocean eyes on mine.

"Tom" I point at my list and remove my gaze from his to look at the paper. He takes a step back, but inside I wish he didn't.

"Tom. Tom would like new clothes, no?"

"Yeah. Sounds about right." I nod my head and open the door to a jam packed mall. In the corner of my eye I see Bucky tense up.

"You alright?"

"Just a lot of people" he anxiously said.

"Here, hold on to my back pack so we don't get separated" he nodded and let out a small laugh.

"What?" I turn to look at him.

"Its adorable" oh god that smile. If he smiled more it can get him whatever he wants in this world.

"What is?" My face warmed up.

"The backpack. It's an elephant" he stopped laughing and touched the elephants ears.

"His name is Dumbo"

"Dumbo?" No way. No fucking way?! He doesn't know who Dumbo is?! He closed my mouth and chuckled. I didn't even know that my mouth was open.

"A bug is going to fly in"

"You don't know who Dumbo is?"

"No" I lost my shit. My hands where up in the air doing some weird shit.

"Am I supposed to know?" He laughs a bit harder that it melted my heart.

"Yea-" a lady bumps into me making me stumble.

"Jesus! What a bitch" I angrily mumble and I straighten my bag.

"Come on, let's go to get this over...." I walk in but turn around and face Bucky who is freaking enormous.

"Then I will show you Who Dumbo is, deal?" I stick out my hand and he gently holds it.

"Deal" that's when I hear his mechanical arm.

"Sorry it wines by itself" I let out a laugh and start walking to the nearest cheap clothing store. I feel a slight tug on my back pack and slow down for him to catch up.

The store was excellent for Tom. That picky motherfuckin egg (rich person), all he wants is designer clothing but my cheap self don't want to give it to him. What I plan is to get some shirt or jacket and sew the tag on it so he can feel proud of him self, also maybe he can give me more days off or something worth it.

"What are you going to buy him?"

"Hmmmmmm" I began looking at the shirts until I found one and checked out the price. Hmmmm Orange? Is that his color?

"Buck is Orange his color?" I cock my head to the side and look at him.

"No. It's purple? Blue? I have no idea Y/n" I take out my phone and call Rosie. Couple rings in she answers.

"Woah, somebody is up?"

"What ?!" She's angry.

"Babe, I was wondering what Tom wanted for Christmas?" I hold my phone against my ear and shoulder while in the corner of my eye I see Bucky looking at some sunglasses and trying them on. Looking smo-

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" She distracted me.

"Well you know him better than anyone else in the damn diner"

"He kept on complaining about a damn scarf from one of them designer's clothing"

"Ahhh great" I put the shirt back on its rack and began walking towards the front desk to ask for scarfs.

"Bye"

"Bye bitch" i hang up my phone and try to look for the person who works here. Looking over the desk I see a group of girls sitting and gossiping.

"Excuse me" they didn't respond. I tied calling them once more but the bitches ignore me and I began to lose it. Bucky stands next to me putting a hand on my arm and slightly nods. I gave him a annoyed sigh and he pulls me to the side.

"Excuse me" his alluring voice catches their attention.

"What do you need, sweets?" A girl almost his height with a nicely portioned body (plastic) and red hair comes from behind the desk, and her two friends follow behind who look the same.

"Y/n" Bucky robs me away from them.

"Hmm" he motions me to say what I needed to say and pushes me gently to the front.

"What?" She urges.

"Hi. Um do you have any scarfs? For men?" I asked.

"I don't know? Did you look for them?" She rudely replied and checked Bucky out. Ohhh she's pushing them. She is fucking pushing my buttons.

"Do you have any or not?" I asked once more calmly.

"Are you deaf?" That's it! I'm going to jump over this desk and punch her shit te-

"Do you have them or not?" He interrupted me and the tone of his voice was a bit stern.

"Yes, sweets. They are in the back against the wall" she sweet talked to him. That cunt. Plastic cunt! I felt like jumping over but Bucky grabbed my arm and pulled me away. As he pulled me away I heard them mumble something about me, about how my body was and how i managed to get him. My anger and confidence disappeared, I felt embarrassed and disgusting. I might embarrassed him too, with my behaviour and just......me.

"There they are" he pointed and I moved from his grasp and looked for a bright colored one. What color did he like again? As I was about to ask Bucky I see the girls talk to him. It feels like high school all over. Hot guys talking to pristine girls. Then making fun of me, because of my body shape or just me being myself. After five minutes, I wanted the world to swallow me hole, but i didn't know that his eyes where concentrated on me and he smiled. And it took away a little piece of what I felt like at the moment.

"Ready?" He interrupted them. I nod and he takes the scarf approving.

"Ready to pay" as she got close to him, but he moved away to put the scarf around me and walked us to the desk. I take off the scarf and beanie to put my hair in a bun.

"Hold on" I quickly run and get the sunglasses that he was looking at and run back.

"Woah" she said about the marks and I pull my hair out of the bun. As Miss plastic was scanning the idems the girls continued mumbling about Bucky. A pang of jealousy hit my chest.

"Thank you" I sarcastically said and walked out with Bucky behind. He took hold of my arm and made me look at him.

"You look upset" he asked worried. My eyes slowly watered and my cheeks turned hot with emotion.

"Bucky...can we leave?" He nodded and I tried to bring the heat of my cheeks down. We got out of there and he got a phone call. I tried not to listen but it was a bit difficult.

"Can Dumbo wait?" He hung up the phone.

"Yep. Dumbo can wait" he smiled and it brought a small smile out of me. We arrived at his house and we bid each other goodbye.

Tag : @tnupsweetpie

[gaychoices-stories-you-pay]

I Won’t Hesitate, Bitch! (Becca x MC)

Request from @cookiespanda  “Hello, can I request you to write a fiction about becca getting so mad and jealous when she found out that the mc hang out with her old friends but becca didn't know who actually they are ? ”

Paring: Becca x MC (Jordan)

Words: 1,304

Wow, this took so much longer than I thought it would. Well, it’s getting super late here and I’m way too tired to edit properly right now, but...I also wanted to post this already, so...sorry if some of this makes absolutely no sense! I’ll probably reread it tomorrow and cringe super hard as I try to edit it post-posting! That being said, I hope this is kind of what you had in mind! Jealous!Becca is my fave, so this was a fun one. Thank you so much for the request! Enjoy!

Becca flopped down on her father’s couch with a heavy sigh. Spring break, finally. Sure, staying with her father for half of it wasn’t the ideal situation by any means, but considering what a whirlwind the past year was, she was planning to milk this break - and her father - for all they were worth.

Relaxing into the cushions, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her Twitter feed. She stopped on a tweet from her girlfriend.

Jordan Jacobs (@jjwrites): @thegaydanny Missed you, too, babe! ;* 

Becca glared at her phone, eye twitching. “The gay Danny” had better be a - no, Becca, you’re better than this now, thanks to her. She nibbled her bottom lip, staring at the tweet. The old Becca wouldn’t have hesitated to tap it and see what and who her girlfriend was replying to. Maybe she should just trust Jordan?

“Rebecca! Dinner!” She jerks at the sound of her father’s voice, thumb accidentally tapping the tweet. She shrugged to herself. Might as well commit now.

The original tweet features a picture of Jordan laughing at the camera as some chick - Danny, probably - licks her cheek. Some bitch - no, Becca, be nice. Some skank - there we go - licked her girlfriend’s face? Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed her phone, imagining it was Danny’s-

“REBECCA!” Her father yelled again, clearly irritated at being forced to wait for her. 

She took a deep breath, trying to reign in her anger. She knew she'd be in for a more-awkward-than-usual dinner with her father if she was still at this level when she joined him at the table. At the very least, she’d say something she’d regret. With a final calming breath, she forced herself to close the app and lock her phone without reading the caption above the photo. She’d deal with that later.

In the wake of an awkward spring break, Becca forgot about the tweet and Danny until a few weeks later, when she was making idle conversation with Jordan in bed. 

“So, my friend from home is coming to visit for the weekend,” 

Becca’s eyes flashed open and she forced herself not to tense up as she said, “Oh, yeah?”

Jordan didn’t seem to notice how strained Becca’s voice was because she continued rubbing Becca’s arm as she held her girlfriend against her. “Yeah, my friend Danny. We were really close in high school.”

“Close?” Becca’s voice broke and she cleared her throat before trying again. “Close? How close? Like, best friend close?”

Jordan chuckled. “A little closer than that for a while, but yeah.”

Becca lifted her head off Jordan’s chest to glare at the smirking woman underneath her. “Closer?” She growled.

Jordan snickered. “I’m teasing, babe. We never dated or anything, we were just really good friends.”

Becca eyed her girlfriend suspiciously. You call her babe, too. “Hey, I’m about to fall asleep, so...”

Becca laid her head in the crook of Jordan’s neck, missing the other woman’s concerned gaze. “Uh, ok,” Jordan said carefully. “Night, beautiful.”

Becca couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face. “Goodnight, baby.”

“God, can you believe her?” Becca grumbled. She and Kaitlyn were leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as Jordan and Danny are playing video games in the living room. The two had been inseparable all weekend, and fortunately, Danny’s train was leaving in a couple hours. Unfortunately, Becca was at her wit's end.

Kaitlyn huffed. “I know, what nerve.” 

Becca side-eyed her. “Wait, why are you annoyed?”

“Oh, Becca,” Kaitlyn chuckles. “I do the same thing when I see the two of you together, you just don’t notice.” Becca raised an eyebrow menacingly at her and she quickly backtracked. “And by that, I mean, you’re my friend too now so I’m annoyed because of ..female...solidarity?”

Becca snorted. “I’m just gonna ignore the fact that that sounded like a ques-the FUCK is she doing?”

Kaitlyn followed Becca’s gaze back to the two friends in the living room who were now snuggling. “Oh, boy, okay, Becca, stay calm.”

A giggle rang out through the house and Becca’s eye twitched. “Stay calm? I’m totally calm! I am the epitome of calm! YOU STAY CALM!”

“Uh, babe?” At the sound of her girlfriend’s voice, Becca’s eyes widened and locked with Kaitlyn’s.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Everything okay over there?” Okay, that was not her girlfriend’s voice. 

“Alright, that’s it!” Becca growled quietly, stepping toward the living room. 

“Oh, shit!” Kaitlyn sighed, following Becca to observe the shit-storm about to occur.

Becca made it over to the couch, where Danny was now laying on top of Jordan, head to toe. She felt her face heat up and her hands start shaking and she knew she was going to regret her next words but-

“Alright, listen up, you skank!” 

“Ohhh, shit,” Kaitlyn whispered behind her, pulling out her phone and pressing record.

“Becca, what-”

“Not now, Jordan! I’m talking to Danny!” 

“Oh my god, why did she say her name like that?”

“You are NOT a quiet whisperer, Kaitlyn!” She stared Danny down. “You! Stop. Hitting. On. My. Girlfriend!”

Danny stood up cockily. “What are you gonna do about it, Rebecca? Hit me?”

Becca snarled at her. “I won’t hesitate, bitch!”

“Woah, okay!” Jordan jumped up and grabbed Becca around her waist, pulling her towards the stairs and dodging limbs. “Uh, Danny-” Becca screeched at the name, struggling even harder. “Erm, Dee, Chris will take you to the station, okay? I’ll talk to you later. Sorry about this!”

Danny waved her off with a laugh, turning to Kaitlyn. “Are they always like that?”

Kaitlyn snickered. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“Becca, what in the ever-loving fuck was that about?” Jordan sighed into her hands once they were in her bedroom.

Becca groaned. “I couldn’t take it anymore! First the tweet, then your response to the tweet with the kissy face and calling her babe, then you tell me she’s coming for the weekend, then I have to watch the two of you be super close and she was totally flirting with you don’t deny it, and-mmph!” 

Jordan covered her mouth with her hand and laughed at Becca’s cute glare. She immediately knew which tweet Becca was referring to. “Becca, did you actually read the tweet, or just look at the picture?”

When Jordan slowly removed her hand, Becca opened her mouth to retort, but quickly closed it when she realized that no, she had not, in fact, ever gone back and read the actual tweet. “Uhh, no.”

Jordan snorted and drew Becca into a hug. “Babe, Danny has a girlfriend. Who she’s planning on proposing to soon, by the way. That’s why she was here, I’ve been helping her plan her proposal. She’s definitely not trying to take me away from you.”

Suddenly embarrassed, Becca clicked her tongue, stepping out of the embrace. “Well, can you blame me for being...” she shuddered, “...jealous?” At Jordan’s confused face, she elaborated. “I mean, you saw how I just reacted! You could do so much better!”

Jordan frowned. “Well, first of all, Danny definitely provoked you.” Becca snorted. “But more importantly,” she cupped Becca’s cheek, bringing their foreheads together, “Becca, I don’t want or need ‘better’. I know you’re not perfect, okay?”

“Gee,” Becca deadpanned, “thanks.”

“But,” Jordan continued, brushing Becca’s cheek with her thumb. “You’re perfect for me, okay? You’ve already changed so much, and I’m so proud of you, but I don’t want you to lose the stuff that makes you who you are. I love how passionate you get, even when it results in the shit-show that happened downstairs.”

Becca grinned and pulled Jordan into a brief kiss. “Okay, but I want you to remember that you said that because something like this is definitely gonna happen again.”

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Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 6

Get ready for some Tae action, because we can’t only have one BTS member as a part of the main plot! ;o Also, extra long chapter since I’m posting later again!

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

Words: 6,100+ Genre: flufffff and some angst squeezed in

Part 1 - Part 5 - Part 7

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

Jungkook had been gone for about an hour, but she still couldn’t get any of his words out of her head.

 She is my angel, and I couldn’t ask for someone better than her… words can’t even explain how I feel about her.

 She shouldn’t be so fixated on what she overheard him tell Kiseung, but she couldn’t get it out of her head. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, and he didn’t even mean it! It was all an act!

 “I am not falling in love with him!” she felt herself yell into her pillow so the others didn’t hear her.

 As if on cue, Jungkook’s ringtone went off. He just sent her a short text about how tonight went, and Chaerin felt herself blushing all over again.

 Jungkookie:

I think tonight was a success! I’m happy we pulled it off. Also, it was cute how you fell asleep, unless you were faking. Kiseung really bought it all.

 She sighed and the reality once again was set. He was faking, and nothing that he said or did tonight was real.

 None of it.

 She couldn’t help but feel a bit upset, but it was really getting late and she needed to go to sleep. She sent back a text before getting ready for bed and going to sleep. Her mind was still flooded with what happened that night, but she eventually forced herself to close her eyes and start falling asleep

 Chae:

She totally bought it! They all did. Thank you for being so helpful! And yeah, I was just acting. You did well on what you said. They really like you, and they told me that so many times… It started to get annoying!

 Jungkook was quick to text back and her curiosity wouldn’t leave it alone. She couldn’t stop thinking about it until she looked at it, so she finally gave in.

 Jungkookie:

You’re welcome. It wasn’t that hard at all! I should be given a prize for how well I did tonight xD I’m glad they like me, especially since you’re stuck with me until I get a wife! Hopefully we’ll find one soon… I’m running out of time.

 Chaerin took a deep breath and began to curse herself over and over again. This is weird and you need to stop thinking that you like him. It was all just pretend. You can’t just decide you like someone over night.

 She typed out another text to him as she continued to insult herself and the feelings she was going through.

 Chae:

You should! Should I print you out a certificate? xD But yeah, you need to find someone, and soon! You don’t want to be stuck with someone you don’t love or anything like that.

 Once again, he replied back pretty fast. She was going to have to tell him she was going to bed if she was gonna get anywhere.

 Jungkookie:

Yes! I want it in red please! xD I definitely don’t want that… but I do have a girl in mind that I’m going to go on another date with. I think she really likes me...

 Chae:

Coming right up! I’ll be sure to have that next time I see you xD Oh, who is it? I hope it goes well…

 She hit send before she deleted the last part of the text. She was already feeling jealous… God, she was screwed.

 Jungkookie:

I don’t think you’ve met her… Her name is Jaehi. I used to know her really well, but she moved to America for a little bit. We’ve been on several dates.

 Chaerin started to feel really tired the more she heard about this girl. She really needed to get to sleep, but she wasn't totally sure she’d be able to…

 Chae:

I’d be careful, though! I’m hoping she’ll take it well! But I need to head to bed, so goodnight.

 She just ended it right there as she locked her phone and stared at the ceiling. She was torn on how she wanted things to go with this girl… She wanted him to be happy, but God was she feeling jealous.

 Stop thinking about it, she scolded herself as she closed her eyes. She really needed sleep, and thinking was never gonna get her there. She got comfortable in her bed and tried to relax so she could finally fall asleep.

  Despite her efforts, last night was incredibly restless. It was insane how much her mind was thinking about the whole situation, and she was getting really frustrated. She was so incredibly tired and irritable, so she hoped she could keep her attitude from getting too out of control.

 She was pretty sure that she was going to be fine for the whole day, that is until Jungkook showed up with some girl she had never seen before.

 She knew exactly what was going on, and she was pissed about it.

 The worst part is that she couldn’t be pissed at Jungkook. It wasn’t his fault, it was all her own.

 Well… it was his fault for bringing her here. She knows what he’s gonna say about it, but it’s still a little rude. Just a little…

 He walked up to order their coffees, but not before saying hi to Chaerin in a quiet fashion. Great, he’s trying to hide the fact that he knows her.

 He didn’t say anything important, and Chaerin was able to catch her tongue before saying anything she was going to regret.

 Their coffee date was normal and they both laughed and such. They were getting along very well which should have been good to see. She had been wanting him to finally find someone he liked...

 She wasn’t going to say yes, was she?

 She could just see it now; him pulling out a ring with a nervous smile on his face. He’d probably ask her in some cute way which would be nearly impossible to refuse, and they would skip off into the distance.

 She watched the girl, Jaehi, reach over and grab his hand while laughing at something he had said. He laughed and looked at their hands with a blush on his face.

 “Stop it, Chaerin…” she mumbled to herself as quietly as possible. Was yesterday that great? Since when did she turn super envious and start hating every girl Jungkook smiled at.

 She was feeling so stressed and frustrated that she didn’t even realize when another customer had come in. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat that she snapped back into reality. She bowed apologetically and took his order, watching Jungkook out of the corner of her eye.

 “Do I know you?”

 Chaerin looked at the guy before her as a nervous smile placed on her face, “I don’t think so? I don’t recognize you.”

 He studied her a little more while her eyes caught sight of Jungkook at his girlfriend leaving. They seemed to be in a hurry, so much so that he ran off without even waving in her direction.

 “I don’t come here often, so it’s not that I’ve seen you here before…” the guy in front of her said as she looked back at him. She heard the sound of a machine behind her as one of her co-workers started working on his order.

 “I’ve never seen you,” she smiled unsurely, but the guy wasn’t convinced. He sighed and leaned on the counter with a really cute thinking face. She wasn’t going to deny the good looks of the guy in front of her, but she wasn’t trying to dwell on them either. She had already dealt with enough today thanks to Jungkook… The last thing she needed to do was embarrass herself in front of an attractive guy.

 “You!” His eyes widened and she jumped at his sudden loud volume. He laughed slightly at me and scratched the back of his neck with one of his hands. “Sorry. That was louder than I thought it would be.”

 “It’s okay,” she said, giving a polite smile back. He slightly laughed before continuing.

 “I know you from that party a month or so ago,” he finished as I tried to keep my eyes from widening. Crap- who was he? He was one of Jungkook’s friends, was he not? Oh God, he’s gonna ask her about Jungkook and then what’s she gonna say?

 “Ohhh…” she pretended to stay calm even though she was freaking out on the inside. What was she gonna say to him??

 “I apologize, but I don’t remember your name…” he trailed off as if to cue for her to tell him. She tried to laugh it off.

 “It’s alright, I don’t remember yours, either.” She started before taking a deep breath, “I’m Kim Chaerin.”

 “Omo, we have the same family name,” the male in front of her smiled, “I’m Kim Taehyung.”

 Chaerin nodded politely with a smile on her face. “Nice to meet you… again.”

 He laughed and leaned his elbows on the counter in front of him to get comfortable, “I haven’t really seen you with Jungkook, but he claims you’re still with him.”

 Chaerin sighed slightly, thanking God for what Taehyung said to her. So he was continuing to tell them that they were together even while dating this girl he really seems to like…

 “We’re still together,” she nodded as confidently as possible, “I don’t get to see him often since he’s so busy with work and I’m busy with work and school. I feel like I’m always doing one of those two if I’m not seeing him.”

 Taehyung nodded and seemed to be believing what she was saying. Thank goodness he was gullible, because she felt like she didn’t sound convincing.

 “Wow, you’re either really stupid or you don’t like him that much, then.” He said as he looked down at his phone. She raised her eyebrows at his statement, feeling slightly offended that he said what he said.

 “Excuse me?” she asked as he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

 “I saw him with some girl over in that corner when I walked in. I pretended not to because I knew something wasn’t right about seeing him with a girl I didn’t know.”

 Chaerin swallowed nervously, “I think she was just his cousin or something.”

 Taehyung bit his lip and laughed, causing Chaerin to feel even more nervous, “I know she’s not his cousin. Would cousins hold hands?”

 Chaerin looked away from him and saw her co-worker come back with Taehyung’s coffee. He smiled and thanked him before he went back to the back. Taehyung took a sip of his coffee while Chaerin stood there feeling painfully awkward.

 Once he finished sipping it, he put it down on the counter softly. “Thanks for the coffee.”

 To her luck, he actually started to turn around and leave. She felt herself let out a breath that she didn’t realize she was holding and tried to loosen herself up. She didn’t realize how tense Taehyung had made her.

 Before he walked out the door, he turned and flashed a smile at her, “I’ll see you soon.” he winked and walked out the door, leaving a blushing Chaerin behind the desk.

 “Oh God, what just happened…” she whined quietly, hiding her face in her hands. Jungkook was caught and she was afraid he’d be upset at her. She should have lied better…

 But it’s not her fault that Taehyung saw them. How was she supposed to know that he would walk in to get coffee while Jungkook was on his date? Neither of them knew this was going to happen.

 “Chaerin, you should take off for the day,” she heard her boss call from the back. She didn’t even ask why or try to argue as she went to clock out and head home. She said bye to her co-workers as they just waved back. She wasn’t that close with them, which sucked for her because no one was ever willing to take her shift if she didn’t want to go to work or if she couldn’t go in.

 Once she was out the door, she pulled out her phone and felt her breath hitch in her throat. She had two texts, and she didn’t like what either of them said.

 Jungkookie:

Taehyung’s been eyeing me since we got off lunch break. I know he went to the coffee shop while I was there… What did you say to him? You didn’t tell him, did you?

 Ki:

I really like Jungkook, so I want Baekhyun to meet him, too! You should tell me when he’s free and we’ll try and set up a double date. As soon as tonight would be fine with me ;)

 She felt upset reading Jungkook’s texts as she replied back quickly.

 Chae:

I didn’t tell him anything. He asked me if we were dating and I told him we still were. After that, he called me out and told me he saw you with Jaehi being very ‘couply’. I tried to pull the cousin card, but he didn’t believe me.

 Before sliding into her car, she replied back to Kiseung, too.

 Chae:

It won’t be tonight for sure. I’ll ask him when he’ll be free this week and get back to you when I know.

 She got in her car and was about to turn on the ignition when Jungkook’s text tone rang. She should have just ignored it and started driving away, but her curiosity was killing her just like it was last night.

 Jungkookie:

Sh**.

 She locked her phone and turned on her car. Before he could send anything else, she backed out of her parking spot that was behind the building and made her way home.

  Jungkookie:

He talked to me during his break a few minutes ago. I got him to believe that it was just my cousin, so I hope that’ll get him off our backs…

 Chaerin stared at her phone for what felt like ten years, trying to figure out what to say to him. It was good news that Taehyung seemed to be off of their backs, but Kiseung’s text kept running through her mind. Why was she having so much trouble asking him to go on a double date with Kiseung and Baekhyun? He has to when he has free time since it’s part of their agreement.

 Finally, she shoved her nerves to the back of her mind and just started typing the simple question. She hit send before she could rethink was she was sending at she waited for a reply.

 Chae:

That’s good that he believed you. In other news, Kiseung texted me and wants us to all go on a double date soon. When are you going to be free?

 He didn’t take long to reply to her as she looked at the clock. It was about 6:00, so he was probably getting ready to leave the office unless he needed to stay longer.

 But she doesn’t know his work schedule, so what would she know? Why would she even care?

 Jungkookie:

I’m actually free tonight and tomorrow night, but after that we’re going to have to go to another business party.

 Chaerin felt nerves engulf her as she thought about going on the double date and going to the party. She was surprised that he was free tonight, but she texted Kiseung quickly to let her know their situation.

 Chae:

Oh alright, I’ll text Kiseung and see which one is better for her.

 The more she thought about the party, the more unnerved she felt. To her luck, she’ll be stuck talking to Taehyung the whole time… that would be really bad. He’s probably still at least a little suspicious of them, and she would rather not be interrogated or feel cornered by him.

 She got a text back from both Jungkook and Kiseung at nearly the same time.

 Jungkookie:

Okay, text me back and let me know what’s happening. I'll head over there soon if it’s happening tonight.

 Ki:

Awesome ;p tonight it is, then. We’ll just meet you at the movies? Movies and dinner is good with you, right?

 Chae:

It’ll be a LATE dinner, but I guess it’s fine with me. What movie?

 Ki:

Idk, we’ll just need to all agree on one.

 Chaerin tried to put her phone down for a second, but before she could, she got another text from Kiseung. She was texting so fast tonight for some reason.

 After reading her text, she went and replied to Jungkook before she forgot, since she forgets about replying a lot.

 Chae:

We’re going to the movies and dinner with them tonight if that’s alright with you.

 Jungkookie:

That’s fine with me. What movie are we going to see?

 Chaerin sighed and put her phone down before replying to either of the two. She needed to get ready, and for some reason they seemed to be sitting by their phones, waiting to reply to her.

 Chae:

I don’t know, we’ll just have to agree later. You should head over here after getting changed so that we can ride together.

 Jungkookie:

I’m already ready. I’m leaving, so I’ll see you soon :)

 She sighed at his text, thanking God that he was going to quit texting her. She really needed to get ready, and part of her was really nervous about tonight.

 And it didn’t take long for her to realize that her nerves were more about being on a date with Jungkook rather than being on a fake double date with Kiseung. She denied it up until her entire closet ended up all in her floor.

 “Why do I care this much about what I wear?” She mumbled, throwing more clothes into the floor. Why is nothing good enough to wear?

 She plopped down on her bed and let out a frustrated cry, grabbing her phone and texting Kiseung in a panic.

 Chae:

I am in a panic about what to wear-- you need to help me!

 She was thankfully quick to respond.

 Ki:

You don’t have to worry about what you wear. I can tell he really likes you ;)

 Chaerin whined at her response as she thought about how great it would be if that were true. Maybe it would be best to just wear a t-shirt and jeans- just keep it simple.

 But she couldn't help but want to look really good tonight… was it bad that she wanted to impress Jungkook?

 She practically flew to the bathroom to fix her makeup to look nice as she smiled at the way it turned out. Thank goodness she just needed touch ups, because at this point, she only had a minute or two till Jungkook showed up.

 She ran into her room and picked up one of the tops that she was debating about wearing, which was a white ruffled top, along with a pair of black skinny jeans. She checked her look in the mirror before messing with her hair, trying to figure out if she should put it up or leave it down. Her hair was really flat when it was down, but he saw it up all the time while at the coffee shop.

 She took a deep breath and ruffled her hair in frustration. Why was she getting so stressed out about this?! Just leave your d*** hair down and go sit in the living room until he gets here.

 After having a mental battle with herself, she ended up putting her hair up in a loose braid that laid on her left shoulder. She pouted to herself in the mirror as she saw a little bit of hair not laying perfectly in the braid. She was about to undo the braid and restart when she heard the doorbell ring. She sighed in annoyance and frustration, but decided to just leave it alone.

 She hurried to the door and stood in front of it, taking a deep breath. She did everything that she could to make herself look nice in a casual way… but why? Why was she trying to impress him? He’d seen her in a gorgeous dress and expensive makeup that was professionally done. What made her think that this outfit was going to impress him?

 She finally opened the door after mentally scolding herself. Jungkook was on the other side of the door, smiling and waving slightly. His hair was parted slightly to the side with a raven tint to it, and he just had a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans on. She gestured for him to come in as he made his way inside.

 Once he was inside, he looked back over at her and looked her up and down. Chaerin tried to not notice that he had checked her out, but her mind was practically screaming it at her. She felt her face heat up, so she decided to start a conversation to just quit thinking about it.

 “I’ll call Kiseung and ask her what movie they’d be fine with seeing.” she said as Jungkook moved closer to her. They walked into the living room and sat on the couch as she went to Kiseung’s messages and tried to call her from there. She tried to do it fast as she realized Jungkook could see her messages to her. Of course to her luck, she accidentally hit the wrong parts of the screen, leaving the messages very readable to Jungkook.

 He read the messages even though he knew he probably shouldn’t since it was her private messages, but he slightly laughed after reading them. Chaerin tried to ignore her face heating up as Jungkook just smiled at her.

 “Either you’re really good at convincing Kiseung that this is a real relationship, or you were seriously worried about what to wear.” he said, crushing Chaerin’s silent hopes that he wouldn’t. Before she could say anything, he leaned closer to her and placed his head on her shoulder, “But if it means anything, you look really nice.”

 Chaerin cleared her throat and tried to re-situate herself, causing Jungkook to remove his head from her shoulder. He slightly laughed and Chaerin frowned, “I was just playing it off. I was looking in my closet and that idea occurred to me.”

 “Mm,” he responded, getting out his phone and opening Twitter as she was finally able to call Kiseung.

 “Chaerin, what’s up?”

 “Hey Kiseung, where are you?” Chaerin answered, glancing at Jungkook’s phone. He was still on Twitter, retweeting every other tweet he saw.

 “I’m with Baekhyun at the library. Are you and Jungkook ready to go?”

 “Yeah, but I was wondering if we have a movie that we’re all okay on seeing.” she said, catching Jungkook’s attention.

 “Ooo, I want to see either Lego Batman or Get Out.” (the movies I put here show how long ago I wrote this part lol) Jungkook said, moving his feet up on the couch and sitting like a little kid. Chaerin laughed at him as she saw the excited look on his face.

 “You want to see Lego Batman?” she laughed, and it was seconds later that she heard Baekhyun in the background.

 “Omo, I’ve been wanting to see that, too.”

 Kiseung laughed along with Chaerin as Kiseung sighed.

 “I would rather see Get Out rather than Lego Batman, but our dates seem to be excited about the latter.”

 Chaerin looked at Jungkook who had a slight pout on his face. Were the four of them, all in their 20s, really about to go see a Lego movie?

 “If Jungkook and Baekhyun really want to see it, I’ll be fine with Lego Batman…” she sighed, smiling when Jungkook started bouncing excitedly. And he was next in line to be a CEO?

 Kiseung laughed on her side, probably at Baekhyun’s reaction to getting to see Lego Batman.

 “Alright, I guess that settles it. I’ll see you two there.”

 “See you.” Once the called ended, Jungkook hopped up from the couch with a smile on his face.

 “We should head there, then!” he said to her, holding a hand out for her to take. Chaerin tried to ignore her loud heart beat as she took his hand and he helped her up.

  This was going to be an interesting night…

Nari looked at her watch as she found herself huffing. He said he was going to meet her nearly twenty minutes ago, yet he still wasn’t there. She shouldn’t have come here… It was a bad idea to say yes to the date, anyway…

 “Nari-ssi!”

 She looked up and felt relief wash over her. She was so happy she hadn’t been stood up by him, and she flashed a smile. She stood up from her seat in front of the building as she slightly bowed at the male in front of her, “Taehyung-ssi. I’m happy to see you.”

 “I am so sorry I took so long…” he smiled apologetically as they made their way inside the building they were outside of. “I ended up having more work than I thought thanks to Hoseok taking off to visit his girlfriend’s mom in the hospital.”

 “Oh- I’m sorry! I hope she’ll be okay.” Nari frowned, but Taehyung shrugged it off.

 “She’ll be fine, but that’s not what we should be talking about right now. Tonight is about us.” he smiled at her as she blushed. He was such a flirt and so unlike all the guys she had been out with before… but she couldn’t help but love it.

 “Yeah… It’s about- oh.” Nari stopped as she spotted her friends across the lobby. “Oh s**t my friends are here.”

 Taehyung looked in the direction that she was looking in as his eyes widened. He spotted Jungkook with Chaerin and her friends as they started to walk off. Nari is friends with one of them? Or both of them??

 “You know Chaerin?” he asked, causing Nari’s eyes to widen. She looked at him and he just smiled.

 “Do you know her?” she asked in response as Taehyung shrugged. He watched as the four of them walked into the Lego Batman showing as he saw it was their turn to pay for tickets.

 “Two tickets to Lego Batman please,” Taehyung said as Nari got confused. They talked about going to see something else, so why were they suddenly changing those plans? She looked back in the direction of her friends as she saw Baekhyun walking into a theater that was showing Lego Batman.

 She started to understand where Taehyung was going with this, but why did he want to be in the same theater as them?

 The two of them walked off toward the theater as she bumped him slightly, “Why did you change the movie? I don’t want my friends to know I’m on a date yet they’re in that movie.”

 “I know,” Taehyung nodded, “But Jungkook is my friend and I want to know what he’s up to.”

 Nari’s eyes widened, “Mwoh? You know Jungkook?? What do you think he’s up to?”

 Taehyung shrugged, but Nari wasn’t having it, “No, you need to tell me. He’s dating my best friend, after all.”

 “I know,” he simply replied again, “I’ll explain everything later. I’m sure we’re both hearing different stories from the two of them.”

 Nari nodded reluctantly as she grabbed Taehyung’s arm and followed him into the theater. This was not how she thought their first date would go, but maybe it could be fun. It was almost like they were being detectives in a mystery crime show…

  Chaerin looked over to Kiseung about halfway through the movie and noticed she was asleep. She had to suppress some giggles as she looked over at Jungkook on her other side. He was so engrossed in the movie that he didn’t notice that she was practically staring at him. He looked so cute when he was so focused on something and he made it hard for her to not smile. He was mindlessly shoveling popcorn into his mouth, grabbing their drink every once in a while.

 She didn’t realize how long she had been looking at him until she realized that she had no idea what was going on in the movie anymore. At that point, she was too caught up in watching him and his reactions to pay attention to the movie. She had missed a lot of it, anyway.

 She had no idea how long it had been since she started watching him, but she was taken back into reality when her eyes met his. She felt her face heat up very quickly as his dimly lit face smiled at her. He offered her the bucket of popcorn that he had in his lap and she took a little bit of it. She popped the popcorn into her mouth and chewed it, realizing that she was super hungry. She forgot to eat lunch, so her stomach was nearly empty at this point.

 He turned back to the screen, but every few minutes he would offer her more popcorn and she would happily take it. She looked back at the screen and felt herself reaching for the popcorn again. God was she hungry.

 She continued to watch the movie and reach for more popcorn, but after a few minutes she heard a quiet laugh. She felt embarrassed as she looked in Jungkook’s direction. He was looking at her with a smile on his face as he handed her the bucket of popcorn. She bowed her head slightly as she took it and then looked back at the screen. She was trying to focus on the movie, but she felt as if someone was watching her while trying to do so.

 She looked over to Jungkook but he was perfectly engrossed in the movie. She tried to shrug it off, but she felt like someone was watching her practically the rest of the movie.

  “Ahhhh, that was so good!” Jungkook smiled and stretched as they exited the movie theater.

 “Agreed!” Baekhyun laughed and threw away his drink.

 Jungkook and Baekhyun started talking about the movie and their favorite parts of it as Chaerin and Kiseung just watched them in amusement.

 “I fell asleep, so I don’t remember anything about it,” Kiseung laughed and looked at Chaerin, “but it’s cute to see the two of them so excited about it.”

 Chaerin smiled and nodded in agreement. Jungkook looked so happy talking about the movie even though it was a movie. It was cute how his eyes widened while talking about a part that he liked, and it the way that he smiled to what Baekhyun was saying made Chaerin sigh.

 Kiseung watched her friend as she smiled and leaned against the wall that was behind her. “Wow. It’s weird seeing you so happy over a guy like this. Jungkook must mean a lot to you.”

 Chaerin’s heart jumped at what Kiseung said as she blushed. She didn’t hesitate to nod because even if she didn’t feel like that was true, she needed to anyway.

 Maybe she was fooling herself instead of Kiseung.

 The two guys calmed down and turned to their dates who had been talking to each other. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Chaerin from behind as he placed a kiss on her head.

 She tried so hard to stop her heartbeat from growing louder and louder.

 Baekhyun grabbed Kiseung’s hand before pulling out his phone, “It’s about 9:30 right now. Is everyone hungry?”

 Jungkook snickered and poked Chaerin in the stomach. She jumped in surprise and blushed at his next words. She was a blushing mess tonight… “I know Chaerin is. I heard her stomach growl a few times even after she finished off the popcorn.”

 Kiseung laughed and started to pull Baekhyun towards the exit, “Who wants Mexican?”

 “Ooo, I do,” Jungkook nodded, releasing Chaerin from his hold. She felt slightly disappointed that his warmth disappeared, but he quickly grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together.

 Chaerin smiled and agreed to the plans before glancing down at their hands. She took a deep breath and followed Kiseung and Baekhyun out of the building. She felt really happy as her and Jungkook walked to his car, that was until reality set in.

 “Kiseung is buying it all. We’re really good at this.”

 Chaerin’s smile faltered at his whisper before she nodded and responded in a voice that sounded more upset than she intended, “Yeah… she doesn’t suspect a thing.”

 But that might be because you actually like him, and she can tell.

 Chaerin slightly shook her head to get rid of the thought, and thankfully Jungkook didn’t notice. Tonight was probably a mistake if things are going to keep being this way.

 The four of them were leaving the movies when Taehyung and Nari watched them from inside the building.

 “I’m sorry our date ended up this way,” Taehyung frowned at Nari, but she just shook her head and laughed.

 “It’s alright. It was fun playing detective with you,” she nodded, causing Taehyung to smile. He grabbed her hand and started pulling her outside.

 “Whoa- where are we going?” she asked him as they practically ran to his car. He unlocked it and started it from his keys as they hopped in.

 “If you want to keep playing detective, would you like to go to dinner with me?” he asked with a charming smile. Nari smiled back at him and nodded, feeling a lot more excited than she thought she would. The thrill of chasing her friends around without getting caught was exciting for her, and Taehyung’s presence made it even better.

 “Do you mind me asking more about your friend?” Taehyung asked as he pulled out of the parking lot. Nari looked over at him and began talking.

 “I don’t mind. She’s kinda weird, but in the sense that she just keeps to herself a lot. She’s good at friendzoning guys, so it’s impressive that your friend was able to sneak into her heart.” she started, and immediately Taehyung huffed and nodded. Hearing that confused him, but at the same time it made sense.

 “I know you’re keeping a lot of secrets from your friends already, but would you mind keeping more? If not, I can’t tell you what I’m thinking of telling you,” Taehyung said as Nari immediately promised to keep what he was talking about a secret. He smiled and glanced at her, noticing the excitement and curiosity in her expression. She was so cute.

 “Jungkook is the son of the CEO of Shinhwa,” Taehyung started as Nari’s eyes widened. She was about to say something, but Taehyung held up a finger to signal for her to stay quiet.

 “Not only is he going to be the CEO, but he also has to get married soon. Long story short, Jungkook is now dating your friend with only five months left until he has to get married.”

 “Mwoh?!” Nari’s eyes flashed with concern as she just continued to watch Taehyung, “Are you telling me that Chaerin is going to get married in five months?!”

 “No,” Taehyung shook his head as Nari got really confused, “I’m telling you that I don’t think that their relationship is real.”

 Nari blinked a few times, “I don’t think so… Chaerin looked really happy with him. That was the happiest I’ve seen her with anyone, let alone it being a guy.”

 “Well tell me this, would your friend agree to marry a guy that she met only a month ago?” Taehyung asked as Nari’s facial expression dropped.

 “Met a month ago? She told us that she started dating him two months ago, so that can’t be right…”

 “Trust me, that was a lie,” Taehyung frowned, feeling bad for the girl sitting next to him, “He got the deadline to marry someone in six months about a month ago. A week later, he brought her to a business party but I didn’t even see him with her till they started to leave.”

 Nari looked down at her lap, “Omo… Chaerin is faking this whole thing… but why does she look so happy with him?”

 Taehyung shrugged, “I don’t know. We need to figure all of this out, so will you help me get to the bottom of it?”

 “Of course,” she nodded with a serious expression, “I’ll text you when they’re together and I’ll watch the two of them carefully. I want to know what’s going on…”

 Taehyung nodded and held out his fist for a fist bump. She went in for it, but before she could bump his fist, her hand was grabbed and her fingers were laced with his. She blushed and Taehyung glanced at her with a smile on his face.

 “You’re probably the coolest girl I’ve met,” he complimented, feeling satisfied at the blush that was on her face.

Ooo who is shipping detectives Nari and Taehyung as hard as I am? x3

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