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almostsaidiloveyou · 2 days ago

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Imagine #19:"What I wear doesn't determine my intelligence."

(University AU! - slight slow burn - multi part story - fashionista!reader (lot of fashion mentioned) - extroverted!reader - mean!love-interest (at first) - don’t judge a book by its cover concept - opposite attract - 5.5k words)

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"Focus, please."

"I am!" you groan, slamming your forehead dramatically against the library table.

"No, you’re not," she says flatly. "You are LITERALLY painting your nails."

You blink down at the mini nail polish kit spread out in front of you like a crime scene. With a sigh, you side eye her and start closing the bottles one by one.

She exhales like she’s already exhausted by this whole situation and taps her finger on the page you abandoned twenty minutes ago. "We were on this problem."

This is not how you imagined your Friday night going.

It’s not like you needed tutoring. You’ve been on the Dean’s List before. Principal’s List once, even. You weren’t dumb, not at all. But when you logged into your student portal last week and saw the giant red C- in your progress report?

Yeah, you gulped.

The truth was, school had slowly slipped to the bottom of your priority list. You’d spent the last year doing everything but studying.

You befriended a few of the Fashion Design students. They were searching for a model, you volunteered, and they adored you. That started the: photoshoots, modeling for class projects, running between club meetings (you’d joined like, eight, just because they were fun), and planning your outfits like you had a stylist. Sometimes Office Siren. Sometimes Coquette. Sometimes Streetwear.

You were kind of one of the IT girls in your campus.

Not that your campus was even that small. Yet, it was small enough for people to notice you. To remember you, especially the students who had back-to-back classes Monday through Friday.

And you... you liked that.

But now you were desperate.

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You noticed her...her!

....during an Environmental Club meeting. One of the many random clubs you signed. She was quiet, leaning back in her chair like she didn’t even want to be there. You remembered her from a gen-ed class your freshman year. A little grungy, always in the same vintage brown jacket and boots.

Kind of stoner-y.

Kind of hot.

Definitely didn’t talk much. But she always turned in perfect papers, lowkey smart. The kind of smart that didn’t feel showy all.

The-- "I didn't study for this." Then gets an A+ and a Nobel Prize.--kind of smart

You tried to talk to her, sat next to her and made a joke. She barely looked at you.

Disinterested.

Still, you were determined. You’d seen her ace math and science. You needed help. And when you noticed her leaving the meeting early, you followed her out of the building. Awkwardly, not creepily (you hoped), trying to catch up.

She caught you following behind her after a block and spun around. "Are you following me?"

You froze, then tried to act nonchalant. "Umm… yeah...Kinda."

She squinted. "Okay. Why?"

"I need a tutor."

She tilted her head. "In what? Stalking?"

"No! Haha" you laughed, flustered, gripping on your navy messanger bag that was overly decorated. "In math. Please. I’m dying."

There was a pause. She looked at you from head to toe, then shrugged. "Sure. Why not."

And now here you are. Tutoring Session #4: nail polish drying, textbook open, brain melting, sitting across from her in the library.

⋆｡♡˚⊹ Session #1

The first session was quiet...awkward.

You showed up five minutes early because you’re trying to be impressive, because first impressions matter….even if it was just for a tutoring thing (with a girl you stalked for 15 minutes)

You always dressed your best. How you felt! So you dressed like you meant business; head to toe ACADEMIA. Down to the fake reading glasses perched on your nose.

You found her already slouched in a chair at the far end of the table, wired earbuds in, jacket draped on the back alongside her bag, hoodie half zipped. She look like just woke up from a nap she didn't want to take.

She looks up and down when you sit.

"Did you come from a job interview at a private school?"

You ignore the comment with a bright smile and slide your notes out of your bag. "'Kay! So, I brought some practice problems, buutt...I seriously don't get any of this so if I sound dumb---"

"You won't," she interrupts, pulling one earbud out. "unless you are dumb, but that's not really my problem."

You look at her, she doesn't laugh. You think she's joking, but its hard to tell.

Nonetheless, once you get into the work, it moves fast. She's focused, maybe surprisingly patient...also a bit sarcastic. She's explains things in short, clear ways, she's sharp. You write things down while sneaking glances at her knuckles, her chipped nail polish, in the state of her nails. The faded tattoos peeking out from under her sleeve.

It's not the worst hour of your life, but it's also not fun.

You thank her at the end . She nods, already putting her earbuds back in.

⋆｡♡˚⊹ Session #2

The night before you were going through the stack of magazines you got at a Thrift Shop in the city. Tutorials and instructions of how to dress and do your make up like you just came out of Tokyo.

You're walking in the library with confidence.

Flipping your Burgundy colored very expensive wig, blown out to perfection. Platform shoes clicking across the library tiles.

She sees you and actually does a double take, blinking like she doesn't recognize you.

Her brows furrowed, "This..." she points at you. "...is the same girl who cosplayed 'academia student' last time?"

"It wasn't cosplay," you say, sweetly. "It was just the look of the day."

"What's the look for today?" She asks in sarcasm. "Monster High Barbie doll?" Her eyes were fixated on your knee high socks and bejeweled pockets of your shorts.

"No, today's look is 'Agejo-Gyaru." You did a 360. "I was going through this magazine and Pinterest..." You could tell she didn't really care so you just sat down.

She leans back in her chair, clearly annoyed before the study session even starts. "Maybe if you focused on math the way you focus on outfits, we wouldn't be here."

You pause. Her tone is dry, casual, but it stings.

You make a soft sound, smiling through it. "Fashion is a state of mind. What I wear doesn't determine my intelligence."

She hums, raising her eyebrows up like she doesn't believe you. "Mm"

You try not to let it ruin your mood. You do the work, answer questions. You mess up and ask her to explain again, and she does; but you can tell her tone.

She thinks she's better than you. You feel it in the way she taps her pencil impatiently. The way she sighs when you get something wrong.

You leave that day with your heels stomping louder than usual, and your heart a little hurt.

⋆｡♡˚⊹ Session #3

You show up determined to keep the peace.

You're tired of her rolling her eyes, tired of her little sarcastic-unwanted comments that feel less like teasing and more like judgement.

So, you go soft, polite, vintage. A little more you but toned down.

You greet her quietly. She nods...like always.

As you work, you try again. "Hey, I just....I wanna say thanks. You're good at this, you know. Like explaining things, I mean"

She doesn't look up. "Mmhmm."

You smile, then don't, then smile again. Why is she even helping you if she didn't like you? Like sure, she WAS actually tutoring you for free. But was it worth all the attitude?

You push past it, "You're like...crazy smart."

"Nah, not that smart," she says with a shrug, not meeting your eyes. "Compared to someone who thinks Brown Lip Liner is a studying tool...maybe."

Your smile completely dropped, you stopped. Stare at her and she doesn't seem to give a fuck. Just scribbles something down on the lines of your worksheet, still not looking at you.

Something inside you tightens. You stack your notes, quietly. Close your notebook, softly.

She finally looks up when you stand. "Where you going?"

You slide your bag over your shoulder. "I'll figure it out myself."

"Wait--" she starts, but you're already walking towards the stairs. You wasted a perfectly good 70s inspired

She on the other hand, sits there for a while after you're gone. Not working, nor chilling. Just staring at your empty chair.

"Fuck." She huffs.

She feels it, the guilt, the realization; running her fingers through her hair.

You weren't just some airhead, you were actually trying. Trying to study, get your grades up. Trying to be kind to her. And she was kind of a bitch.

⋆｡♡˚⊹ Session #4

The club meeting's almost over when you feel someone slide into the seat next to you. You don't have to look, the faint smell of weed clinging to her jacket is a dead giveaway.

You keep doodling on the corner of your notebook.

"Hey," she says low, like she's not sure you'll even answer.

You hum in response, not caring.

"I, uh..." she pauses, her fingers tapping the edge of the desk. "Wanted to say sorry...for last time."

You glance at her, she's not looking at you. Her gaze is fixed on the whiteboard across the room like the apology is physically painful to say.

So, you nod once, a bit unsure. "'Kay."

"I was being an ass."

You smile a little at that, only half bitter. "You were."

There's a second of silence. She shifts in her seat, clears her throat. "Would it be...uh cool if we tried again? Like...start over with the whole...tutoring?"

You don't answer immediately. You glance down at your Apple- necklace brushing your collarbone. Your mood wasn't soft, your outfit was though.

You speak slowly. "You don't even like me...you hate me or something..."

"I don't hate you," she blurts out hella quickly. Then adds quieter, "I never did."

You stare at her for a second longer, searching for sarcasm, but it's not there. Discomfort only, seems like she doesn't know how to be honest without choking on it.

You nod gently, "Okay."

You meet at the same table, you don't say much at first. She doesn't either.

This time you don't pretend to be 'super-ultra-studious.' Your notebook is open, but your hands are busy with something else, a tiny brush, a red nail polish bottle. You're painting your nails while she reads out loud from the textbook.

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She watches you put your nail polish away. “You can’t be serious.”

“I can multitask,” you say calmly, the kit already in your bag.

She snorts a little, shaking her head, but there’s no bitterness or attitude in her voice. “Of course you can.”

You glance at her, she’s not frowning, neither is she judging. She just stares at your nails, then you. Kind of amused.

“Thanks…For apologizing.” You gently blow on your nails to finish the drying process. Your voice soft.

She shrugs, “Yea, I shouldn’t have said that shit. You’re not stupid. I was just being…”

“Mean?” You input.

“Yeah haha, that.” She chuckles.

A second of silence.

“I like your bracelets.” She mutters, it’s awkward but it’s something. Something better than the last sessions.

“What’s the uh, look of the day?”

You smile, a real small one. “Thank you. Today’s look is Apple-core.”

She nods, then slides your worksheet back towards you, “Alright, Apple Dumpling. Let’s see if you remember what Cosine is.”

You groan, dramatically. Smirking at her, impressed she would even be aware of the character.

Despite your unmotivated feelings, your heart feels lighter than it has, since the days you’ve started.

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You start meeting at the library after Environmental Club (So twice a week)

She stopped being so bitchy and you stopped trying so hard to win her over. Things felt more even now. Not warm or cozy, but comfortable in that slowly kind of way.

You don't always talk when you meet up. Sometimes she's already there when you walk in, half asleep, sweater zipped up with the hood drawn halfway over her face. Sometimes you get there first and spread your little pencil case, snacks, highlighter, and lip gloss like it's a sleepover.

You still dress up. Every time. She never comments anymore (well not as much.) Doesn't say much, but she notices. You catch her glancing when she thinks you're not paying attention. Watches you settle in like it's mandatory, your drink, lip balm, notebook with more doodles than notes in the margins.

You either arrive 5 minutes early or 5 minutes later, no in between. You always forget a pencil despite having a whole case. And every time she sighs and hands you one of hers, it's starting to sound more fond than annoyed.

Studying is weirdly kind of working. You're not acing the subject, not yet. But you're not crying, either. Every time she walks you through a formula or a theory, something about the way she breaks it down just makes sense. Her voice is calm, steady, a little bore; never condescending anymore.

"Ok," she says. "Next one. Simplify this expression."

You squint at the paper. "I JUST did the last one."

"That was two minutes ago."

You slouch dramatically. "My brain is hungry, I need a break. This isn't fair."

"It's mathematics, not a hostage situation."

You sigh and pull out a granola bar out your bag. She rolls her eyes but waits while you unwrap it and take two unnecessarily slow bites.

"You get distracted every ten seconds."

"I don't...its every twenty seconds but who's counting?" You put the bar down and sit up.

She stares at you blankly.

"...What?"

"I just realized," she says slowly, "you look like you're about to demand a duel on a cobblestone street."

You beam. "Thank you."

"It wasn't a compliment."

"It felt like one."

She rolls her eyes, yet when you catch her smirking a little behind her drink, your stomach does something it absolutely should not do during a tutoring session.

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Mid-terms were approaching. "Sooner than you think," said with a terrifying smile by your club president, and now, here you are: textbooks cracked open, caffeinated drinks between you, and an unnecessary pile of highlighters spilling across the table.

The pressure's on, this time you don't feel hopeless or alone.

Your brain has been scattered the past week. A few sessions has turned into morning ones to help you more.

You walk into the library on a Tuesday, slightly out of breath, cardigan slipping off your shoulders, holding a banana and a Red Bull. You drop into your seat--the one across from her and whisper, "We're gonna ace this shit."

She gives you a look. "That's breakfast?"

"It's all I could grab."

"Amazing food for the brain," she deadpans. "Potassium and adrenaline."

You grin, wiggle your brows. "What can I say? I am fueled by vibes."

She rolls her eyes, slides your workbook over. "Then let's turn those vibes into Vector Components."

And you try. You really do. You forget to reapply lip balm. You write notes in messy caps instead of cursive. You ask questions without being afraid of sounding dumb.

And when you actually teach her a trick you figured out on your own, she looks at you like she's seeing you fully for the first time. Almost smiling she says, "Look at you, a real math girl now."

You smirk, leaning back in your chair. "Genius and I have amazing fashion sense."

"You're still dramatic."

"Obviously."

She nudges your shoulder with her pen. "But you're doing better. Way better."

You smile down at your notes. The doodles and scribbles of hearts in the corner look less silly now.

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The library closes at midnight, but you both have already claimed the farthest table on the second floor, the one with the outlet that barely works and the window that overlooks the quad, wash on that warm, hazy glow from the campus lamps. The sun had set hours ago, and now the only light on your table comes from her laptop screen and your star-shaped desk lamp you insisted on brining.

It's your last study session before the big exam. You've both been here since five.

Her jacket is thrown over the back of her chair, hair tied up now: messy and half-falling out. You're in some matching-vintage-Juicy Couture-tracksuit, the sweater hanging off your elbows.

Your most comfortable look she has seen you in.

You've gone through flashcards, review packets, cheat sheets, past quizzes, even made a fake mini quiz for yourself. You're now sitting cross-legged in your chair, sipping a Matcha iced drink, that's mostly melted, while she explains a concept for the second - third - hell even fifth time.

"You're overthinking it," she points to your notes. "You're not supposed to plug x into both equations. Just isolate it here then substitute."

You stare at the page, then at her. "'Kay, but like when I did that last time the answer came out to a literal decimal disaster."

She snorts, low. "That's 'cause you forgot to distribute the negative, pretty genius."

You blink and amusingly raise an eyebrow, "Did you just call me Pretty Genius? Pretty AND Genius?"

She looks up from your notes, trying to act casual. "Maybe"

The lamp flickers slightly, you both ignore it.

You go back to work. She yawns and stretches, your eyes trail the movements--just for a second. You're too focused now, too determined. You NEED to pass this exam. You feel it in your bones.

You're about to ask another question when you realize she's staring at you...again.

You tilt your head, "What?"

She hesitates, fingers still tapping her pencil. Then: "You're kinda...surprising."

You squint, "I'm hoping that was a compliment."

"It is," she says quickly. "Just...not how I thought this would go."

You shift a little in your seat, softening. "How did you think this would go?"

"I dunno," her voice is quieter now, her postures less guarded. "I almost said no when you asked me to tutor you. I figured you were just another..." She stops, chewing the inside of her cheek, "One of those girls."

"One of what girls?"

"Y'know," she mumbles. "The ones who'd laugh if I like drop something. Or whisper behind my back in class. The ones who...looked like you."

You're quiet. She continues, slower. "Back in High School...girls like that were the worst. Perfect hair, perfect outfits, perfect...everything. Mean and straight and shallow. Scary."

You giggle. "Scary?"

She gives you a small smile. "A little. I don't know, you're just...Pretty. Loud. Confident. And people like me usually don't get along with people like you."

You glance down at your bracelets and then back at her. "But we do?"

She nods, just once. "Yeah, you're nothing like them. And I judged you too quickly." She sighs. "You're sweet. And actually funny. Kind. Smart too...even if you forget to distribute."

You feel your cheeks warm. "I don't think anyone's ever called me smart and meant it...apart from old teachers."

"I mean it."

Your heart does a tiny flip. You offer her a soft smile and after a second, she returns it. You tap your pen against your notebook and say, quietly, "So...friends?"

She rolls her eyes but reaches across the table and pinky swears without hesitation.

"Friends," she says.

You grin and link your pinky with hers. "Even if I forget pencils and call everything 'so cute'?"

She chuckles. "Even then."

"Even if you still wear that same jacket every other day, and pretend you're not secretly a sweetheart?"

She sighs dramatically. "Alright, let's not push it."

You both laugh.

"You ever just, like...do nothing?" she asks.

You glance at her, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Like not plan out a whole look. Not go to five clubs. Or wear earrings that could probably stab a man."

"You saying you wanna see me in sweats?"

"No, not saying that," she says, and there's the faintest flush in her cheeks. "Just wonderin'."

You stretch your arms over your head, spine popping. "No, I like dressing up. It makes me feel like myself."

She nods, as if she's still trying to understand you.

You are a puzzle she can't solve with equations

You bite your lip. "You ever not try to act like you don't care about anything?"

Her eyes flick up to yours, she pauses--then smiles, small and real. "Ok, fair point."

And then, you study. For real. Like, deep focus. You quiz her back. She lets you explain a concept to her like she’s the student for once. She doesn’t correct you once. You work until your brain is buzzing and your shoulders ache from sitting so long.

By the time you finally part ways, after a long, sleepy hug outside the library steps and a promise to text her as soon as the test is over...you feel okay. Nervous, but ready.

It takes three business days for your grade to post.

You refresh the page twelve times. Maybe more. You bite off your new polish coat and accidentally close the tab once, just from pure jittery nerves. The number stares back at you:

Trigonometry 101 : 85%

Eighty. Five. Percent!

You nearly cry when the grade pops up on your student portal. You take a screenshot, send it to her. All caps--Ten exclamation points.

You take her to this tiny diner off campus, nothing fancy, just cozy, with string lights and plastic menus and the best milkshakes on Earth.

She says you're over dressed when you show up in a strapless summery dress with a flower clip. You say just jealous of your outfit since she's wearing jeans and a clean tee. "First time you're wearing something clean."

Over dinner, she teases you about the panic attacks you had during study sessions, and you roast her for the way she still types with two fingers like a dad. You both eat too much and laugh until your stomachs hurt.

"You passed," she says, lifting her milkshake toward you.

You clink your against it. You grin, wide and proud. "We've passed."

She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling too.

You're opposites, sunshine with too much energy and sarcastic know it all. Accessories matched to perfection and chipped nail polish. Sparkly pen toppers and blunt pencils.

And it works.

Somewhere between the fries and the check, you catch her staring. Not annoyed, not surprised..… but soft.

She smiles when she realizes you noticed. You don’t say anything. You just smile back.

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You can talk anyone into anything if you smile wide enough, and flutter your lashes. That’s how you found yourself paired with her again for the Environmental Club’s Semester-End Volunteer Campaign.

It’s a sunny Saturday, warm enough for sunburn, breezy enough to wear sleeves. The kind of weather that makes people smile with their eyes closed, like the whole sky was in a good moods and iced lemonades.

You’re wearing denim overalls today, faded and soft, a tank top underneath. Less lace, less bows: more farmer's market. More grounded and comfortable. The kind of outfit that makes you want to plant something or buy a jar of honey or jam.

You catch a few people glancing at you as you walk across the community center lawn, clipboard in one hand and a little woven tote on your shoulder, but you’re used to it by now. It’s not the outfit...they’re looking because you’re you.

She’s already there, sitting on the low wall that borders the garden, chewing gum and squinting at her phone. Her hair is pulled back today, little wisps sticking to her cheeks, and she’s wearing cargo pants and a graphic tee.

She looks up when she sees you, and for once, she doesn’t have a smart ass comment.

"You look like you belong in a peach farm," she says instead. Looking at the red bandana tied loosely in your hair.

"That's the look of the day," you smile, doing one of your famous 360s.

She hops off the wall, brushing her hands on her thighs. "Where’s your partner?"

"Ditched him. Forced a trade. You’re mine now."

She blinks. "You bullied your way into working with me?"

You shrug, innocent. "I’m just..... persuasive." She scoffs under her breath but doesn’t look mad. If anything, there’s a hint of something else behind her gaze. Something soft, warm.

You’ve been volunteering for this local green initiative through Environmental Club, door-to-door, awareness stuff, passing out flyers, helping run booths at farmers markets and donation drives.

Today’s task is a small campaign to collect signatures for a community compost expansion project.

She grumbles at first, but she sticks with you. You charm the couples and families; she talks to the skeptics. It's smoother than you expected. At one point, you both end up sitting in the shade of a big tree near the sidewalk, sharing a lemonade you bought from a little stand run by a kid with glitter all over their face.

"So," you say, watching the breeze flutter the edges of a leafs above you. "I think I’m ready."

She raises an eyebrow. "For what? Making compost for vegetables?"

You laugh, "The final exam."

"Oh. That."

You nod, grinning. "I’m gonna pass. I can feel it in my bones. And the best part is....after this? No more math classes. Ever again!"

"Never?"

"Nope! Never, it's my last required one. I double checked my degree audit three times." You lean back on your elbows, face tilted toward the dappled light through the branches.

"I’ve got an 88 average going in. I just need a passing score and I’ll be done. Done done. No more math. No more numbers...unless I go to grad school."

You open one eye and glance over at her. "I won’t need tutoring anymore."

She goes quiet. Not heavy quiet, just… thoughtful. She takes the cup from you and drinks, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

"So that’s it then?" she says. "We stop meeting up after this?"

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

"The study dates," she mutters. "Well....not dates. You know. Whatever they were. Tutoring. Library lunches. Snacks and glamming up and me being forced to accept compliments."

You smirk. "Aw. Gonna miss me?"

She shrugs, but there’s a little upward curve tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I mean… yeah. Kinda."

"I mean unless you are offering to tutor me in English Monarchy next semester?"

She sits up straighter, looking suddenly nervous. You watch her chest rise and fall, a little quicker than normal, like she’s thinking something through before she says it.

"I, uh… I like hanging out with you," she says finally, avoiding your gaze. "More than I thought I would. Like, not just the studying part. The you part."

Your heart skips a beat, in that quiet, tight way. "Oh," you say, a little breathless. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She rubs the back of her neck, then laughs once: soft and self-deprecating. "God, I suck at this. I was gonna text you, but I figured if I messed it up in person at least you could throw your drink at me or something."

You smile, warmth spreading under your skin like sun.

"Mess what up?"

She finally looks at you.

"I wanna take you out," she says. "Like… out out. Like on-a date. There’s this really stupid arcade downtown that has DDR and Skee Ball and those pizza that taste amazing after ten p.m. Thought it’d be fun."

You stare at her for a second, stunned. Shes so nervous it’s cute.

You smile, slow and wide and stupid. "Are you asking me on a date to play air hockey and eat greasy pizza?"

"I’m asking you on a date to kick your ass in Skee ball," she corrects, her smirk returning. "But yea."

You pretend to think about it for dramatic effect. Cross your legs, tilt your head, hum to yourself. She groans beside you.

"Oh my god, just say no if it’s a no--"

"It’s a yes," you cut in.

She stops. "What?"

You nudge her with your shoulder. "I said yes. You smart-ass."

She grins. Like, really grins. It’s rare, and it’s a little crooked, and it makes something in your chest twist. "Cool," she says. "Okay. Cool."

You lean your head on her shoulder.

"I’m gonna beat you at Skee ball," you say.

"You wish."

And just like that, you’re not just a volunteer duo, or an unlikely study pair, or even just friends

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It's Friday night, two days after your Final Exam. You don't know what you expected from an arcade date, maybe something corny or awkward. But this isn't that, it's easy, exciting, bright, like stepping into a different universe made entirely of neon lights, blasting music, and the smell of greasy pizza crust.

You wore jean, old ones, the type to be loose around your calfs--tight around your thighs- and perfect around your waist. A brown hat that matches your jacket with fur on the collar, and your purse. You look amazing in the camisole as well...you just pray the jeans are long and flare enough to not show the old Converses you had on.

The second she saw you waiting outside, she whistled. "Didn't realize I was dating a Bratz Doll."

You smiled and flipped your hair, "Didn't realize you knew what a Bratz doll was."

"Cousins," she muttered, holding the door open for you. "Growing up they were obsessed...so was i--not gonna lie. You kinda remind me of Yasmin."

You tried not to blush.

Inside, the arcade is loud and glowing, nostalgic. There are little kids running around, older teens clumped around machines, and couples tucked into old racing games with flashing screens and plastic wheels. The two of you exchange your cash for a fat handful of token and immediately lose half of them trying to beat each other at 'who can knock down the most clowns.'

She wins...barely. But you win at air hockey, "Fast hands baby," you brag. She makes a scene when you score the winning point.

Skee-Ball? You win.

"That's cheating," she says, watching your ball smoothly arc into the 50 Points hole again.

You glance back, lashes fluttering. "No, it's natural talent."

By the time you make it to the claw machines, you’re both breathless and sticky with soda syrup and cheap perfume. You’re holding a shared slice of pizza, one hand each, taking bites between giggles.

Two cups of slushies, hers is blue raspberry, yours is cherry lime. Your knees knock under the table. Her fingers are stained red from the slushie, and she keeps stealing glances at you like she can’t believe this is real.

You’ve already won one rubber bracelet, a sticky hand toy, and a plush keychain shaped like a frog. She’s wearing it on a belt loop now, very seriously.

You point at the machine. "Get me the pink bunny."

She narrows her eyes. "You think I got arcade god powers or something?"

"I’ve seen your hands." You say it too smoothly, and she pauses, then cocks her head with the slowest smile you’ve ever seen.

"Yea?"

You nod, innocent but not really. "Yeah."

She drops a token in. The claw shakes to life, clunky and unpredictable, but she lines it up with precision. On the third try, it finally grips a floppy ear and drags the bunny up and out. You squeal. She bows like it’s a victory parade.

"Hand it over," you say, already reaching.

She doesn’t. Instead, she holds it above your head. "Kiss first."

You blink. "Ah s'cuse me?"

She shrugs. "Fair’s fair. I got a you bunny. You owe me one tiny, non-legally-binding kiss."

You take a step forward, face tilted up, smiling with your eyes half lidded.

"Like this?" you ask, lips barely an inch from hers. She freezes for half a heartbeat, and then you snatch the bunny right out of her hand and spin away laughing.

"You’re evil," she groans.

"You like it," you shoot back. And she does. God, she does.

The night winds down with a final stop at the photo booth tucked in the back corner, near the DDR machine. It’s barely big enough for two people and smells like cherry chapstick and dust. You feed in your last few quarters, and the countdown begins on the screen.

She hesitates for the first photo. You smile wide.

Second was more silly from your end.

Third photo you gave her a side hug pressing your cheeks against hers.

In the last photo, she leans in and kisses your cheek. You're not ready for it, you blink in the final flash, heart pounding.

When the strip prints out, it’s awkward and perfect. The first photo is just cute. The second is silly. The third was sweet. And the last is you, shocked and flustered, grinning like an idiot. She pockets one copy. You keep the other.

Outside, waiting for your ride, the night's finally quiet. She stands a little too close to you, hands in her pockets, the tips of her sneakers grazing yours. You're not sure who leans in first, but it's natural...like breathing.

Her lips brush yours, gently, softly. She pulls back all smiley and shy. "Best tutoring gig I've ever had."

You bump her should. "Best date I've ever been on."

And you mean it.

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Part 2: “I can see your friends, they don’t like me.”

⊹✧˚ thank you @2heartsbecoming1 for proofreading <:3

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m1suri · 1 day ago

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A Fresh New Start

Episode 1: Freedom and the Will

Sypnosis: After Being locked away for so long from the outside world, You’re finally set free once you turn 18. One of the first things you receive along with your belongings is a letter inviting you to a hearing of your late Grandmothers will. Assuming you’d get nothing since most of your family considered you the Black Sheep of the family—your surprised to find she indeed left something in her will for you alright

Content warnings: Mentions of mental health issues, HEALED SH scars, She/Her pronouns for Reader, This is very strictly PLATONIC for ALL the objects since reader is freshly 18 (I know that’s technically an adult but it still ends in TEEN)

A/N: the dividers I used belong to @uzmacchiato !! They have lots of great divider designs so I recommend checking them out!

You are Here | Ep. 2

You don’t know how long you’d been sitting in your room, patiently waiting for one of the nurses to let you out. Today was the day—the day where you’d finally be free of this hospital. It wasn’t necessarily a bad hospital, you’d just gotten sick of the same routine and all the medicine they’d given you. You’d made a good handful of friends out of the other patients in the mental hospital—even going as far as to say you’d gotten close to one of the nurses that took care of you during your stay. Distracted by your own thoughts, you hadn’t realized the door to your room opening—and older nurse walking in with a bag of clothes and a few other things.

“Hey there sugar”

The nurse’s eyes crinkled, clearly smiling behind her mask. You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of her sweet voice—a smile gracing your lips as you immediately recognized her voice.

“Hi Miss K”

You happily greeted as she placed your items on your bed next to you. You stood up and engulfed her in a hug, her happily returning the gesture. Miss K had been the nurse who stayed by you throughout most of your stay at the mental hospital—believing that you really weren’t as insane as your family made you out to be. “Oh—you must be so excited to finally be getting out today, huh?” She chuckled softly, holding your hand with a tight grip of her own. You gave her a quick nod, “I’m so excited to finally be able to go outside again.” You’d been stuck in here so long that you have been wanting to feel the sun hitting against your skin without the giant fences in the way.

“Oh, that’s so wonderful sugar—I’m really gonna miss you” she engulfed you in another hug—this one more tight than the last. It was clear that while she was happy for you, she was also upset herself to see you go. A sympathetic smile formed on your lips, clearly just upset. You hugged her just as tight, “I’m really gonna miss you too Miss K” you muttered. After a few more minutes, you both finally pulled away from the hug as she wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes. She motioned to your clothes and the belongings your family had apparently dropped off while you were here. “Here’s all of your stuff we have here, get changed so I can walk you out” You looked up at her with a confused expression. “Wait—is no one here waiting for me?” You questioned with a confused tone.

She looked back at you with a sympathetic expression. You knew you really shouldn’t have been surprised by the answer but it still hurt. She walked out of the room, giving you privacy so you could change. You let out a small sigh as you looked over everything you had. Your guitar, your skateboard, your headphones and phone, and some extra pocket change you family had at least the decency to send you. You simply rolled your eyes as you began taking off the grey sweatpants and sweater the hospital gave the patients. As you changed, you looked down at the old healed scars on your thighs. You ignored them, deciding to continue changing into your clothes. Once you finished, you slipped your guitar cover over your shoulder and put your phone, headphone, and pocket change in your pants pockets. You grabbed you skateboard and held it in your hand.

You walked out of the door, seeing Miss K standing there—waiting for you with a small smile on her face. You noticed an envelope and a bag in her hands, raising a brow. Miss K simply smiled as she looked over your outfit, “Well don’t you just look like a ray of sunshine!” You shook your head, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks. You gave her a little twirl, wanting to show off your outfit. “What do you think? Does it look good enough for my first day out?” You joked. Miss K only let out a laugh of her own. She quickly held up the envelope towards me with a smile. “Your mother dropped this off for you along with some of your stuff ” she answered. You carefully grabbed the envelope from her, studying it. “Did she say what it was?” You questioned, raising a brow suspiciously. She only shook her head, “Sorry Sugar, she didn’t mention what it was—why don’t you open it?” She suggested.

You shrugged, not finding it a big deal and you practically ripped it open to find a letter inside. You were even more confused now. You opened the letter and were shocked to see that it was an invitation to a hearing to your apparently dead grandmothers Will. You were shocked to say the least—did no one in your family really not think to let you know that the only member of your family that loved and cared about you had DIED while you were stuck in the place they had locked you up in? You couldn’t believe it, you knew your family were a bunch of dicks but you really didn’t believe they could stoop THAT low. You carefully read over the letter, looking for the address, date, and time of where the hearing would be heard. You found out that not only was it being held at your grandmothers house, but it was being held in LESS THAN AN HOUR?!

You panicked, noting that the hospital you were in and your grandmothers house was an hour away. “I–I gotta go Miss K, thank you for like everything you’ve done for me—“ You quickly informed as you gave her a quick and final hug, wanting to get out as soon as possible so you weren’t late. Miss K only stared at you confused, “oh—well don’t forget your medicine sugar, and don’t forget to refill it once you’re out” Miss K stammered as she handed you the bag. You flashed her a quickly smile before you walked out the door, getting on your skateboard as You began zooming towards your grandmothers house, hoping to make it as soon as possible.

As you skated through the city you’d grown up in, you finally had the time to actually process the fact that your grandmother was dead—your best friend was dead. You honestly didn’t expect to receive much in her will, believing she left all of her belongings to your mother and your siblings. Even so, you thought the least you could do was show up the the Will hearing. You shrugged it off, trying to focus on getting to the house as quickly as possible. You decided to take the shortcuts you’d discovered during your exploring phase as an early teenager before getting sent to a mental hospital by you parents.

AT THE HOUSE

You don’t even get a chance to notice the lack of vehicles as you practically jumped off your skateboard and burst the door open, clearly out of breath. “S–Sorry I’m late…I—I was..” you take a moment to take a breath. You finally look up and pause, only seeing the lawyer in the room. You raise a brow, clearly confused by the lack of presence in the room. “Where’s everyone else..?” You let out a shaky laugh, trying to find any excuse in the book as to why no one else was here. The lawyer simply shook his head, “No one but else but you have shown up, even if you were late” he informed. You looked around the familiar house, not used to the silence. The lawyer sensing my shock, began speaking once more. “It’s not like the others not showing up is an issue though, considering all of your grandmother’s belongings went straight to you” he added.

You stared at him, completely shocked. What..? What do you mean everything went to me. “Sit down so we can start the hearing” he motioned to the couch. You hesitantly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. While you were busy trying to process the fact that your family hadn’t bothered to show up and that everything was now yours, the lawyer was simply getting things out of his briefcase. He placed a folder of papers in front of you on the coffee table. He grabbed an envelope from the case and opened it, pulling out a letter. He put on his glasses as he opened the letter, getting ready to read the letter. Before he began to speak, you held your hand up to stop him. “You don’t have to read the whole thing, just tell me the important bits” you spoke with a defeated tone.

The lawyer raised a brow at me before letting out a small sigh. He read over the will briefly before he began speaking up again. “She left her entire life savings for you, this house is now under your name and fully paid off, and she left you a pair of…sunglasses” he then pulled out a box, placing it in front of you and right next to the folder of papers. “I’m very sorry for your loss and that your family didn’t care enough to show up to this hearing..” he spoke with a sympathetic tone as be began to pack up his briefcase. You slowly reached for the box, opening it to reveal a pair of glasses that you didn’t even remember your grandma owning. You frowned at his words, grabbing the sunglasses out of the box and gently holding it in your hands. “They didn’t even care enough to let me know she died…” you muttered.

The lawyer simply frowned as he closed up his briefcase. He walked up to you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “The paper work for the house and bank account are in that folder, be sure to put it in a safe so you don’t risk losing it” he spoke before he began walking out the door. You silently watched as he walked out the door and closed the door. You stayed sat down on the couch with the glasses in hand.

Thank ya’ll sm for reading! I’m currently working on part 2 so be sure to watch out for that!

#date everything x reader #date everything #date everything skylar #date everything dorian #date everything betty #date everything skips #date everything timothy #date everything celia #date everything florence #date everything luke nukem #date everything mateo #date everything mac

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wing-ed-thing · 2 days ago

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God Spelled Backwards is D-O-C-T-O-R (Trafalgar Law x Reader, Chapter II)

Synopsis: Dr. Trafalgar Law is the brilliant, cold, new electrophysiologist fresh out of residency with something to prove. He wasted no time in singling you out as you battle his unyielding demands and an overbooked schedule with non-existent back up. Your dynamic goes beyond professional tension, and in a hospital where boundaries are protocol, and protocol is gold, it’s an all out fight for power and control.

Word Count: 7.3k

Tags/Warnings: CardiacElectrophysiologist!Law, EchoTech!Reader, Modern Hospital AU, Language, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Heavy Medical Jargon, One (1) Atta Girl, Alcohol Reference, Adult Content in Later Chapters

Chapter I Chapter II

Notes: Chapters will be tagged per chapter.

When you arrived the next morning, you checked the schedule as usual. It appeared the Law made good on his promise. Your day was relatively heavy, but not smothering. The work would be just steady enough to make the time pass. Your most difficult patients were spread out nicely, giving you time to take on easier loads between them. There were only three to boot.

You vaguely heard the door open and shut.

“You look better today.”

You didn’t even turn around. You didn’t want to.

“Wow, you really know how to give a compliment,” you said dryly. “Must be the light of hope in my eyes that I might actually be able to leave during business hours today.”

“Is that what we’re calling proper sleep and hydration?”

You sighed, swiveling around in your chair to find Law standing just inside the closed doors. You leaned against the arm of your seat, shifting as you readied yourself for verbal fisticuffs.

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to butter me up for something?”

”If I were trying to butter you up, lunch would be involved.” Law shoved his hands in the front pockets of his slacks. He squared his shoulders, his perfect white coat draped over him like it was made for him. Even his badge sat neatly on his chest, oriented just the right way, while you were sure yours was already twisted.

“Is there lunch involved?” You raised a brow.

“No,” he said plainly, “I told you before that I need perfect results, and I can’t get those if my tech is getting migraines or falling asleep while getting my frames.”

“Okay, you can’t just go around referring to me as your tech.” That phrase made you sit up in your chair. You caught it yesterday, and you sure as hell weren’t about to let him make that your permanent moniker. “And I’ve never fallen asleep during an exam either.” Law ignored that last comment.

“Why can’t I?” Law asked plainly, “It’s accurate.”

“It sounds…” You glanced around in thought, trying to pick the least uncomfortable word.

“What?” Law gruffed, his demeanor as cold and unbothered as usual.

“Possessive,” you settled, bobbing your head acutely from side to side. Law’s ever-present frown didn’t budge. “Not subtle?”

“My patients, my cases, my tech. I don’t quite follow what has to be subtle about that.”

“I’m not on your payroll.”

“You still work for me.”

“People will talk if you keep saying things like that.” You crossed one knee over the other, mirroring your coiled arms. Law gazed at you, something glinting in his honey colored irises. He leaned a shoulder against the wall, crossing his own arms.

“I didn’t take you for the sort to care about what other people thought of you.”

“We can’t all stroll through the halls like kings of cardiology," you huffed, and after being so worked up, you realized you forgot where you were. “Did you come here for something or just to try to itch your superiority kink?” You rolled your eyes, failing to notice how Law’s already piercing gaze darkened.

“Mitral regurgitation. Mid-systolic murmur. You’re the only one I know can get the angles right.”

“You’re getting real specific with your orders lately.” You were already in the patient’s chart, reviewing past scans. “You’re still allowed to do your own scans.”

“As you keep mentioning,” Law drawled. “I’m being no more specific than usual. In fact, if I were you, I’d take it as a compliment.” He shrugged, as if considering the very idea. For someone so anal about everything, he feigned indifference quite a bit.

“Master of compliments— case and point.” You huffed, rising from your chair as you tapped your badge to close out your computer. “You must be a hit at parties.”

“I don’t go to parties, I come here.”

“Really?” You mocked surprise, hand on your chest as you collected your things and walked past him. Law followed, not even bothering to grab the door for you as you went. You lugged your equipment through, hitting the automatic door button for yourself. “Do you sleep in the exam chair or is the couch in the lounge comfy enough for you?”

Law walked briskly beside you.

“Bold of you to assume I sleep.”

“God, you really are a machine.”

“Not in the slightest, just efficient.”

You quickly came to the exam door. A myriad of magnets stuck out from the side of the frame, dictating various statuses and holding wall-facing papers. The very orientation of them was the neatest you had seen in any hall. You wondered how many verbal lashings Shachi and the others had to endure to make that happen.

“After you, Technician,” Law hummed. You glanced toward him, your hand on the doorknob.

“I assume you’re going to stand there, breathing down my neck as usual? Is your schedule that slow?”

“I’m interested in more specific things with this one.”

“Right. Angles. Angles that I apparently can only get right under the scrutiny of your scowl.”

Law didn’t so much as blink, standing stoic and self-assured as usual. His expression didn’t change.

“After you,” he repeated.

You turned the knob, customer service smile on your lips as you entered.

“Good morning, Mr. Newgate!” You chirped. Edward Newgate immediately perked up upon hearing your voice and instantly greeted you by name.

“I was hoping I’d see you today,” Newgate laughed. Law spared a glance toward you before Newgate turned toward Law. “And you must be the brilliant Dr. Trafalgar that I’ve been hearing all about.”

Newgate extended a hand, and Law approached the exam chair to meet him in a firm handshake.

“Don’t tell him that. He’s got a big head as it is,” you joked as you prepared your equipment. Law frowned. Newgate was already going through the motions of preparing for his imaging, almost as if he had done this a hundred times before. You turned to look at Law from over your shoulder, noticing his scowl. You let out a light laugh. “Mr. Newgate is a dear friend of Dr. Hiriluk. He’s been here for imaging many, many times.”

“Too many times,” Newgate scoffed.

“We ought to get you a punch card,” you said, prepping your probe with gel. “That’s one thing I’m sure you’ll enjoy, Doctor. I’ve done all of Mr. Newgate’s scans from day one.”

”I think I had Mr. Franky once.” Newgate shivered slightly as the gel made contact with his chest.

“I’m sure that was a very different experience,” you mused, keeping your eyes on your monitor. “Breathe.”

Law watched as you worked, but in this case, he couldn’t critique you if he wanted to. You cycled through the frames like you had done them in your sleep. You hit every angle and axis Law asked of you and then some.

“Don’t forget the—”

Your fingers twitched, sweeping the detail before Law could even say the word.

“I’ve got it covered, Doc,” you breathed, finally pulling your probe away. You made a few clicks on the computer, ensuring everything was saved properly. “Alright, Mr. Newgate. That’s all the torture I’ve got for you. Now, let’s take care of that jelly.” You handed Newgate a cloth.

“Hardly torture. You make it easy.” Newgate offers a polite nod before turning his attention to Law. “You’ve got the best echo tech North U. has ever seen on your team, Dr. Trafalgar. I reckon your start here will be smoother than any doc you know.”

“Please,” you huffed playfully. “You see why Mr. Newgate is one of my favorite patients now?” You gestured toward him with your newly cleaned probe before racking it.

“Just one?” Newgate laughed, thundering out a deep chuckle.

What you said was true. You had imaged Newgate more times than either of you could count. Hell, he made it onto your “frequent flyer” notes just from how many times he came into the hospital for routine visits. You probably could map his entire heart in your sleep at this point, and you thought very little of the interaction until your interaction was over and Newgate had already checked out.

“Are you always that friendly with patients?” Law asked, and you had to take a moment to process the question.

“Are you trying to insinuate something?” You dropped what you were doing to snap around toward Law. He eyed you, tearing a minuscule amount of attention from the papers in his hands.

“If you want to waste time making patients laugh during exams, I’m sure pediatrics would love to have you.”

You couldn’t help the unapologetic scoff that one pulled out of you.

“Not all of us can have the bedside manner of a corpse.” You moved to walk past toward your office. You had enough time in the day left to deal with Law’s impossibly high standards. Law placed a hand on your equipment cart.

“If you make a patient move unnecessarily, it’s going to show up in my scan,” he warned, his stare icy.

“My scans were pristine and you know it,” you warned. “I know you probably can’t fathom the idea that patients like to be spoken to like people, but a little rapport goes a long way.”

“Can’t wait to attend your next lecture.”

“Page me. I’ll be waiting.”

You tried to pull your cart away, but Law’s grip held firm.

“And also,” he said, dryly. “Don’t call me ‘doc,’ especially not in front of patients. It’s doctor, to you.”

“God, you’re full of yourself.”

Through a silent glare, Law let go of your cart. You stormed off.

***

Law kept a steady chokehold on your schedule, and despite what he had told you a few days before about workflow or whatever bullshit corporate word he used, it almost didn’t seem to matter. You were practically living out of his pod, tending to just about every patient he had coming in. He’d rip you from your quiet chamber in one way or another, breathe down your neck, he’d make a verbal sway, and you’d swat him back. Rinse and repeat.

And if you thought you could escape him before his clinic even started, you were wrong.

You could see him all the way down the hall, arms crossed and looming outside your office doors like the ghost of patient’s past. And perhaps if you weren’t the only echo tech and not a third of the way through a beverage with enough caffeine to kill a small child, you might’ve turned around and left.

“You’re stalking me now?” You projected, your voice bouncing nicely through the stark walls.

“You’re early,” Law noted. You walked past him to scan your badge.

“I’m always early.” As usual, you walked straight to your station, placing your things down and buzzing your badge on the desktop scanner. “You’d know that if you actually bothered to look at the schedule instead of loitering outside of imaging.”

“I do look at the schedule. And if you’ve looked at it anytime recently, you would have seen that I’ve rearranged your afternoon.”

You froze, slowly turning around to glare at Law with incredulous eyes.

“You what?”

“I need you in cath lab three.”

His response interrupted your anger. Your forehead wrinkled.

“What?” You blinked.

“I’ve got a patient whose imaging has been inconsistent. He hasn’t been getting his imaging here at Main; he’s been seeing whoever that guy is who works Syrup Village.” Yikes… Ussop. “I don’t trust it, and I want your input.”

“So you’re asking me to scrub in for cath lab because you don’t trust anyone.” You met Law’s honey-colored gaze, and to your surprise, you didn’t find the usual smugness you were used to. He looked at you head-on. Earnest.

“I want you in that room,” he said, and you struggled to decipher precisely what was laced in his tone. A beat of silence followed as you thought. Law didn’t flinch his attention away from you in the slightest. “You have a good eye. You’ve been working these cases for a long time… And technically, you wouldn’t be scrubbed in.”

Of course, he had to find the technicality.

“Like you just said, I didn’t image this patient.”

“Even so.”

You scoffed, eyes glancing down at a random tile on the floor. Your tongue pressed against the inside of your teeth as you shook your head.

“You know, you’d be a lot easier to work with if you weren’t so—”

“Demanding?”

“Arrogant.” You heaved in a deep breath, finally meeting his stare again, your posture deflated. You placed your hands on your hips as you cocked your head to the side. “You’re getting real comfortable demanding my time.”

“I only demand what I consider necessary.” Law offered a single nod. He crossed his arms, repositioning his posture to stand with his feet shoulder length apart. He squared his broad shoulders.

“And you have deemed that I’m necessary.” Your body relaxed somewhat as you lazily picked at the puzzle before you. This was just another case of a newbie doctor wanting too much of an opinion from someone with more experience. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself, even though you already knew that wasn’t the case.

“Yes,” Law answered. Singularly. Logical.

A moment passes. Yeah, just an inexperienced doctor…

“Read up on the chart,” Law commanded, already heading toward the door. “I’ll see you at the lab at thirteen hundred. Don’t be late.”

***

You arrived at the lab early, your nerves having already been whipped up into a tizzy at the very scenario. Although your anxiety had less to do with insecurity in your knowledge and more to do with, well, everything else.

You weren’t exactly thrilled that all of this was sprung on you at the last minute, and you would have much preferred being able to scout the chart out a little before being thrown straight into cath lab.

You hardly had the time to look at the previous scans, and for once, you could see why Law was so uptight about this case. Ussop always had a light hand. You could tell instantly that his angles were shallow and his positioning appeared uncertain at best. He liked to stick around the Syrup Village location. Not many people went through there, although that wasn’t an excuse for the quality.

You noticed Jean Bart first. He had everything prepared and was waiting, the same as you, for Law. You offered him a polite nod of acknowledgement, beaming under your mask. His very presence took a weight off your chest that you didn’t even know you’d been carrying. Jean reciprocated your nod— you’d be sure to chat after this was all said and done.

Law appeared in the lab not too long after you did. He came prepared, wearing a fitted lead apron over his scrubs and a thyroid shield pressed against his collar. His face was almost entirely covered, hidden behind a blue surgical mask. The band of the bouffant cap stretched over his forehead, leaving only his cold eyes and thick brows visible.

“Alright,” Law sighed, “Let’s do this.”

”Patient’s prepped and draped,” Jean Bart said. “You know the rules. No fighting the blue.”

“Parasternal long first,” Law commanded, “I want to see the gradient.”

You positioned your probe. You breathed. This is, after all, no pressure compared to how many of these you’d done before. If anything, Law’s overbearing presence had desensitized you entirely to the environment around you.

“I want subtitles any day now,” Law ordered, and you spoke his language flawlessly.

“There’s definitely significant LVOT gradient—the acceleration of that flow through the overflow tract— not fixed, dynamic. SAM’s joined the party— anterior mitral leaflet’s right up against the septum in systole. Textbook HCM.” You continued to adjust your probe, keeping your eye glued to the monitor. “Not ischemic. Parasternal long’s clean… That is one thick, hyper-dynamic basal septum. Post-contrast, the motion is even more exaggerated.”

You looked toward Law. He was listening intently, and to your surprise, didn’t have an interjection for you. He motioned toward you with a yielding bob of his head.

“Might as well take it home.”

You couldn’t see his expression behind his mask, but his eyebrows were high, though not in surprise. Entertained. Dare you consider impressed?

You turned your attention back to the monitor.

“That’s the issue here. The buckling’s what’s causing the gradient. This isn’t a perfusion issue.”

You didn’t even need to see Law’s smirk to feel it.

“Atta girl… I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You nearly choke on it. Your brain short-circuited momentarily as you tried to decide how to play off your momentary freeze.

“What did I tell you?” You snarked. “I said you’d ask for a diagnosis eventually.” Law rolled his eyes, not even glancing up at you.

“If you want to run your mouth, at least show me how clean you can get the apical window while you’re at it.”

You met Law’s eye. He still wore that same expression behind his mask. He was speaking a language you knew like your native tongue, and for all his talk about not playing games, you knew cases like these were a puzzle he reveled in the same as you.

“So clean you could lick it.” You beamed cockily under your mask, eyes narrowed competitively. Law’s eyes glinted.

Jean Bart cleared his throat.

“Please don’t lick the patient…”

***

The time seemed to fly by in a flash. The heavy doors to the cath lab swung open as you strutted next to Law. Without the heavy lead weighing you down, you felt like you could sprint to the other side of the floor and back with time to spare for Law to finish his documentation. The two of you stepped together at a brutal pace. You couldn’t help but hop a bit; the pep in your step was a little boost of self-assurance from your performance.

“And this is why you should always listen to me,” you hummed. You were floating on cloud nine. “I said ‘SAM with dynamic obstruction,’ but someone wanted to do things the hard way and spend a half hour confirming what I told you earlier.”

“Careful, Technician, I think you’re mixing up working smarter with cutting corners.” The corners of Law’s lips turned slightly upward, ever amused. He never truly smiled, but this is always the closest he got.

“Bet it kills you… Knowing I’m right,” you hummed proudly, “Asking me for a diagnosis after all your big talk.”

“I was thinking the same thing. I just let you ramble like you usually do because I knew you’d explode if you didn’t get to clock it.” Neither of you even noticed the way people jumped out of your way as you charged through the halls.

“Too bad you’ll probably take all the credit. Another example for the ‘brilliant prodigy Dr. Trafalgar’ to put in his portfolio.”

Law stopped, leaning against the wall, the chart under his arm.

“I’ll have you know that I’ve already cited you in the dictation.”

You mirrored him, facing him as you also leaned against the wall, arms coiled over your chest.

“No shit,” you mused mockingly. Law nodded.

“I did,” he defended playfully, shaking his head as he blinked, “You can look at it if you really want to. It’s notated, ‘Echo performed by: the only other person in this goddam building who knows what the hell they’re doing.’” His head cocked to the side in a way you might dare to describe as charming.

You laughed a bit louder than was probably appropriate for the setting. You began to step backward, continuing your journey toward imaging.

“Flattery, and you didn’t have a single snide comment about my scanning today. Careful. People are going to start thinking you might have a heart.” You backed up, turning a few steps in to glance at him from over your shoulder. Law followed closely behind.

“It’s cardiology; I have an abundance of them.”

“More valves for me to read better than you could ever hope?” The hallway widened, allowing Law to walk by your side again.

“One little scan and you’re really letting it go to your head, huh?” Law eyed your mischievous expression with the slightest raise of his eyebrows. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late. I’m already naming a protocol after myself.”

“Fill me in as to where the inflated ego assists with the scan?”

You scoffed.

“You’re one to talk about inflated ego.” The two of you arrived at imaging, flying through the doors as usual. “And by the way, if you’re going to pull another stunt like that with the schedule, I’d at least like a day’s notice to be able to review the chart.”

“No promises.”

You sat back at your desk, and the image of the login screen made you snap back to reality. You stared at the blue desktop for a moment.

“Just make sure to follow protocol next time. I don’t want to get chewed out just because you decided you were impatient enough to cut me out of my usual schedule and lock me in a room with you for two hours.” Your light expression was gone, and so was the upward turn of his lips.

You kept his typical blank stare on you, blinking once. He held the silence for a beat.

“You were the only echo tech at my disposal.”

The air ices over quickly, the tension filling up the space like someone left a gas valve on for a few hours too long.

“Your disposal?” you snorted, “You really are full of yourself.”

“You’re the one who showed up for me. Not even on time. Early.” That one bit a little, but you were always early to everything. It wasn’t your fault that you had actual work ethic.

You shook, barely restraining your fury.

“Believe me, I regret it every single time you open your mouth.”

“Maybe if you made a habit of listening more often, you wouldn’t be so overdramatic when someone tells you what to do.” You could see a vein starting to twitch on Law’s forehead. The left side of his nose crinkled just enough to make lines on his cheek. He turned to walk out the door.

You stood from your seat to yell after him, your fists clenched at your sides.

“One day, you’re going to say something that actually pisses me off, and I’m not going to be nice enough to deal with all your bullshit!”

“Let me know how that works out for you.”

The double doors flapped behind him.

***

He’ll simmer down once the flow sets in, you said. He’s been here for less than a week, you said. But here you all were, just one month into Law’s reign of terror over the electrophysiology division. Penguin and Shachi tried to convince you, and you were so sure you could wait this one out.

And now, Law had made you into a monster.

One month in. That’s how long it took for Law to snap the world's coolest, most patient echo tech.

Shachi heard your footsteps first, glancing up from his computer. He rolled his chair back just slightly, bumping Penguin with his armrest.

“Missile incoming, two o’clock.”

“Trafalgar!” you scolded as soon as he was in earshot. The residents who gathered around Law froze, their wide eyes immediately darting up to Law’s neutral expression. Law breathed in deeply.

“That’s doctor to you, Technician.” He pivoted on his heel lazily. The residents scattered as you approached. Law stood his ground, one hand in the pocket of his white coat as he lazily shifted his weight to his hip.

You thrust a series of papers against his chest. Law caught them without a stumble, a deep scowl on his lips.

“Stop moving my patients around,” you warned.

The gaggle of residents retreated to the pod where Shachi and Penguin were watching on. They passed a bag of Sour Patch Kids back and forth, eyes tiredly glued on the scene in front of them.

“If you’re going to leave gaps in your schedule, I’m going to use them,” Law gritted.

“Those ‘gaps’ are for emergencies, not time to use just because you feel like stuffing your schedule.” You jabbed at his chest. “Just because you don’t think I’m catering enough to you at any given time doesn’t give you an invitation.”

“Those so-called ‘emergency slots’ are putting my clinic behind,” Law snapped back, brushing your hand away. “I’ve had several patients who could have gotten imaging an hour before you managed to squeeze them into your precious schedule.”

“Um… Guys,” one of the residents nervously whispered to Shachi and Penguin. “Should we do something?”

“Nah,” Shachi hummed, smacking the bottom of the candy box against his hand. He squinted one eye as he looked inside. “It’s Thursday.”

Chopper’s forehead creased as he tried to connect the dots.

“Does… something happen on Thursdays?” he glanced around toward the other residents. They shrugged, having no clue.

“No, it’s not just Thursdays,” Penguin interjected, finally receiving the box of candy back. He pinched the opening to make it wider, his eyes darting back to Shachi. “You can’t just keep taking all the blue ones. You ate like half of them.”

“They’re the best ones,” Shachi muttered as Penguin began to confiscate the rest.

“They already fought before, but it’s been getting bad lately,” Bepo quietly chimed, not even looking up from his computer. He ducked his head, almost as if he were afraid to contribute to the conversation at all.

“Right,” Penguin mused, “Ever since the first time they worked together in the lab.”

“Which was easily a week and a half ago,” Shachi chewed.

“You had three echo slots. I used one,” Law cut, beginning to walk away. You followed, your fight suddenly becoming mobile. Nurses and technicians jumped out of your way, sticking to the walls like a centrifuge.

“You used one of my emergency slots— for emergencies— to micromanage me. Every time I think that you’re going to stop hovering over my shoulder…”

Law whipped around, leaning close to your face. You crossed your arms, undaunted.

“That’s not micromanagement. That’s being thorough.”

“By pushing the only person who’s willing to put up with all your bullshit,” you seethed, “You have an obsession with control. Your patients. Your protocols. Your perfect, sterile little cardiology bubble. Instead of trying to control my hands mid-scan, I remind you yet again that you can certainly do your own.”

You were face-to-face, fuming and hot under the clinical fluorescent bulbs that loomed in the panels above your head. Law’s jaw clenched. His pronounced Adam’s apple bobbed. And when he spoke, he did so low and dangerously.

“If I wanted to control your hands so bad, I’d tell you exactly where to put them.”

Your lips twitched. Your eyes narrowed.

“You already do.”

The two of you part momentarily to allow a nurse to scamper through. She kept her head down, hurrying as quickly as she could while ducking under your electric gaze.

“Maybe instead of needing to be a constant contrarian, you should actually listen to the physician whose clinic you’re working.” Law held tension in his shoulders. A hot huff of air blew from his nose.

“Try saying please,” you gritted.

“I didn’t realize you needed so much handholding to do your job, Technician.”

“You’re the one who needs handholding, baby doc.” You planted your hands on your hips, cocking your head to the side. “Want another patient diagnosed? Or do you think you can take it from here?”

“So…” Chopper started lowly, still trying to make sense of the scene in front of him. “Are they, like… married?”

“Worse,” Penguin hummed. Shachi handed Penguin the empty candy box.

“They work together,” Shachi finished, doing a double take at the empty box. “Imaging has been a battlefield. Best stay clear.”

The very word ‘imaging’ activated you like a sleeper cell. Your head snapped toward the pod, turning your fury in turn.

“Don’t you have work to do?” you snapped.

“Yeah, I didn’t realize we’ve been through all the patients for the day.” Law scowled, already marching toward the pod. And before he could rip his team a new one, Law turned to point back at you rudely.

“You. Tomorrow. You’re on my schedule for seven.”

“Do your own scans!”

The wing seemed to sigh as you left. Just another Thursday…

***

You showed up begrudgingly for cath lab. You entered the room, perfectly prepped right on the dot.

“You’re late,” Law gruffed from behind his mask, “We’ve all been waiting for you.”

The room was cold, and not just in temperature. The patient had already been draped and sedated. Jean Bart stood by, an uneasy look on his face. The rest of Law’s team kept their heads down, as if they stared somewhere else other than you and Law, they could duck for cover quicker when you exploded.

“You told me seven,” you retorted.

“We’re starting at seven, not strolling through the door,” Law gritted, pivoting to keep his attention on you as you stepped across the floor. “I needed ICE guidance yesterday. Or is a septum puncture not urgent enough for you?”

“Well, I’m here now, so don’t hold off on barking orders on my behalf.”

You breezed past him to begin setting up your equipment, and you didn’t need any coaxing to start right away. You picked up your control handle, settling into position as the image began to manifest on screen.

You got the fossa ovalis right on the dot, barely having to adjust your hand. It was pristine, like an image right out of a textbook. No shadow. No adjustments. Pure anatomy.

“That’s lucky,” Law hummed, eyes glancing up at the monitor as he worked.

“That’s not luck.” You frowned. “That’s years of experience.”

“Vitals stable. Patient’s tolerating sedation well,” Jean Bart narrated.

“Well, tell your years of experience not to drift so much. You’re running off three degrees.”

“You’re running three degrees of insufferable.” You huffed, adjusting just like he told you.

“Just three?” He shot back absentmindedly, muttering under his breath with eyes glued to the monitor. “Needle’s at SVC. You better not let me miss,” Law gritted, all his concentration on his steady hands and the crisp view you generated for him.

“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of pinning it on me,” you murmured. “Needle visible and centered. Tent forming.”

“Puncture,” Law announced firmly, moving the needle through the septum in one, smooth motion.

“LA,” you confirmed.

It was perfect.

Your lips twitched upward at the view on the screen. You let a breath out that you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

”I better be in that goddam dictation…” You whispered, glancing over to your right toward Law.

“Do you have this much attitude with every other doctor, or am I the only unlucky bastard?”

“Just the ones who slap their patients on my schedule for whenever they feel,” you bit.

“Since you’re so busy, you’re dismissed,” Law grumbled, not taking his eyes off the rest of his work for a second. He continued his task. “You’re no longer required.”

You glared at the back of his head with a snort, gritting your teeth behind your mask.

“Glad I could be your favorite probe holder, doc.” You offered a minuscule, mock bow, despite how he faced away from you before making for imaging.

***

Heat ran through your veins as you stormed through the halls. Your PPE had made your skin clammy, your schedule made you more pissed off than before, and the only way you knew you wouldn’t strangle Law with his own guidewire was to get as far away from him as possible.

You made a beeline for the cafeteria. You needed something, quite literally anything short of a shot. If you were honest, the North didn’t have terrible food options. The entity essentially held a monopoly over the local healthcare system and was closely tied to one of the world's most prestigious schools; consequently, the North had more than enough funding to keep its providers happy at lunch.

The food wasn’t gourmet by any means, but you wouldn’t think twice about taking a pack of sushi off the refrigerated shelves. And if nothing that was freshly made at the food stations did it for you, there were plenty of food trucks and carts that lined the streets outside.

You’re no longer required stung a little bit harder than you were willing to come to terms with. You gave him the window for that puncture, but apparently a simple thank you was too difficult for the great Dr. Trafalgar Law to muster.

You pressed on, considering your options. There was a decent chicken and waffle truck a block down the road. There was also a food cart that sold twenty dumplings for less than the cost of a McNugget. If you got a salad, you could stab it. With dressing, you could shake it around and pretend it’s Law’s stupid ironed collar—

You took a sharp corner.

“Oh my god!”

“Oop! So sorry, love! Are you alright?”

You were pulled back to reality by the pair of sparkling blue eyes in front of you.

“Dr. Vinsmoke!” you gasped, frozen where you stood. “I’m so sorry!” Sanji’s hands held you by the biceps, leaning down slightly as he let out a charming laugh. You instinctively took a step back, suddenly somewhat embarrassed of being so wrapped up in your own thoughts.

“Got a hot date?” Sanji planted his hands on his hips, a broad grin on his lips. “And didn’t I tell you just to call me Sanji?”

He did. Many times before. It didn’t feel right.

“Coming from lab, actually.” You sheepishly scratched the back of your head.

“Oh! You’ve got formaldehyde muchies?” Sanji’s mouth formed a circular shape as he pointed knowingly toward you.

“No, not that kind of lab today.” You smiled.

Sanji was a physician nutrition specialist (PNS) who worked on the third floor. Although if he wasn’t with patients, he was infamously encroaching on the way the food service staff was operating. Not many people seemed to mind his presence, which you could likely attribute to his natural charm and boyish smile.

“Probably for the best!” Sanji smiled, “It’s a shame I didn’t run into you sooner. If you’d been about fifteen minutes earlier, maybe we could have gotten lunch together.”

“Oh, I, uh…” You never knew how to respond to him when he said things like that to you. “I was just trying to find something sweet, I think.”

“And I guess I found that something instead,” Sanji hummed. It took you a moment for the line to register with you. You let out a delayed giggle, although Sanji didn’t seem to scrutinize you for your timing. He breezed past the pause, already swiveling his head to point out helpful options. “If you’re into mango, they’ve got a new mango energizer over at the Fruit Lab. A brainchild of yours truly.”

(The Fruit Lab was a station in the cafeteria that served smoothies, fruit bowls, and other types of drinks. It became very confusing when people began to shorten the name to “the lab.”)

“Or,” Sanji clicked his tongue, pivoting on his heel with a finger to his bottom lip in thought. “I think they just rolled out new crepe flavors at Holy Crepe. I think the seasonal is butterfly pea.”

“Thank you, Dr. Vinsmoke.” You offered him a polite smile. He was a professional for a reason— those were some pretty great options.

“Please,” Sanji sighed, “Dr. Vinsmoke is, unfortunately, my father.”

“Dr. Sanji, then,” you corrected. After the month you’ve been having, Sanji was a breath of fresh air. You were sure he wouldn’t reprimand you for calling him doc, and you were almost certain he would thank you if he ever needed to pull you for help.

The two of you began a mutual drift as you continued your separate ways, lingering a bit as you kept enough attention to finish off the interaction.

“I’ll take it for now,” Sanji conceded playfully. “But one of these days, you’ll be comfortable using my first name without the formalities.”

“You keep saying that,” you hummed with a nonchalant shrug.

“Let’s try over lunch sometime then,” Sanji said, raising a brow as he continued to back up, “Or dinner?” he added cheekily, just like he always did.

“Have a good afternoon, Doctor.” You waved him off, and even as he disappeared down the hall, you held a light smile on your lips.

***

You ended up getting a crepe and a drink. You couldn’t bring yourself to try the butterfly pea crepe. You assumed that the hospital was trying to be on theme by making a dessert item NBUMC blue, the center’s signature color, but instead, the crepe looked as if Bluey had been reduced to roadkill and served up on a platter instead.

And perhaps it was just the simple act of getting some food in your stomach that made you feel a whole lot better about the day. Or maybe your recovering mood was because you didn’t have any more of Law’s patients for the rest of the day. Between his meetings, among other things, you had the rare opportunity of stuffing your afternoon with patients who weren’t Trafalgar Law’s. You had done your time for today in the cath lab, so you could soak up the light afternoon in relative peace.

You sighed at the very thought.

Doctors who let you do your goddam job.

To his credit, god, the bar was in hell— Law didn’t hover over your shoulder as you were scanning quite as often when it came to his more routine patients. But he always had some sort of comment, and none of them were ever in appreciation. And in exchange for not breathing down your neck, he seemed to have increased his presence in the imaging office.

“Good. You’re not busy.”

Your fork sank into your salad, and the pressure made an aggressive crunching noise. Law’s voice was like a hand slapped on the keyboard of a piano.

“Just because I’m not running around your wing doesn’t mean I’m not busy.” You slowly turned in your office chair, fingers clutching your armrest like you were going to strangle it.

Law glanced toward your meal, then back to you.

“Don’t look busy to me,” he gruffed. “I want a word about your behavior during lab today.”

You held his unyielding stare for a moment of silence, blinking once… then twice. A dangerous smile shakily possessed your lips.

“You don’t want to do this with me right now,” you huffed, your furious grin only stretching wider. Your breath came out uneven. He was a doctor alright, because he pinpointed your very last nerve with ease. “Go to your meeting, doc. You don’t want to do this.”

“I pushed it back,” Law retorted. “I know perfectly well that you have an attitude problem, but the lab with a patient in the room is not an acceptable setting to throw a tantrum.” Law scowled, and the moment the word tantrum left his lips, you were already on your feet.

Law folded his arms over his chest, squaring his shoulders and holding his head high and righteous.

“I know I definitely heard you wrong after I got that pristine scan after you decided you couldn’t count on anyone else to guide you.”

“You’re the only one who does it right.”

“Stop,” you growled, somehow already closer to him than when you started.

“Stop what?” Law spat.

“Stop saying that like it’s a compliment. It’s not. It’s you— it’s all you pretending that your godly standards are some sort of holy decree on the rest of us.” You were in his face now. “Didn’t know MD stood for major dickwad.”

“God, your issues with authority are pathetic,” Law smirked, anger still coming off him in waves. The vein in his forehead twitched. “Just because daddy didn’t give you enough attention growing up doesn’t mean you get to mouth off in my lab in front of my team and my patient.”

You gaped at that one. Eyes wide and words dead on your tongue, you stared at him with disbelief. You stared at his fucking smug face, halfway between storming over to HR and slapping him then and there.

The decision came quickly to you. Your hand flew up from your side, but you didn’t even make it past Law’s shoulder before he caught your wrist. His grip was firm, steady, and almost crushing.

You tried to tear your hand away, but Law held you by his anchor point, twisting you in just the right way to cause you just enough discomfort to be painful.

“You’re trying to diagnose me? With your god complex?”

You glared at him defiantly. Your body tremored with barely retrained rage as he stared all too calmly into your gaze. He looked over your face, almost studying you as he kept his firm grip around the circumference of your wrist. The more you tried to pull away, the tighter he held you.

“If the echo matches the murmur…” He shrugged, his smirk in full force. He thought that was fucking clever.

Law took a step forward, using your tense arm like a handle to move your body backward until the tops of your thighs hit the edge of your desk. You tried to hide the way in which your eyes widened and your breath hitched. He pinned your wrist down to your desk, and you were sure that he could hear the way your heart rate skyrocketed.

You were pissed, you tried to tell yourself. This was unprofessional and scary, you explained away inside your head as you shook in anticipation. No, you don’t think that Trafalgar Law could ever be scary to you, not really.

Despite his horrendous demeanor, a certain amount of trust had to be held between you and your physician. You could feel it in those moments in the lab where you achieved something together. And you hated that you could feel that same thing here…

“Your patient was sedated,” you gritted, still defiant.

“Still present,” he countered softly. He was so close to you. You could feel his body heat through the single hand he kept wrapped around your wrist. Yet, despite the fact that no part of him touched you anywhere else, you couldn’t help but find his very presence suffocating.

He was like a car crash, and you just couldn’t pull your damn eyes away…

“You’re not used to someone calling you out on your shit.” You frowned. Calm. It was an almost amicable sounding observation.

“And you’re not used to someone who can handle you.”

Law pulled away, releasing his grip on you. You released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, and you couldn’t help but consider that the lack of him felt cold.

You stood, posted up at your desk, trying to pretend that your knees wouldn’t wobble if you tried to step forward.

“Same thing, right?”

Law stood a few steps back, hands buried in his coat pockets.

“Some technicalities.” He shrugged.

“Of course, you would be obsessed with technicalities.” You rolled your eyes.

“Not obsessed,” Law spoke sternly with a nod. “Clinically invested.”

And for just a moment, neither of you said a word. No bickering or banter or fighting. Just a second of silence during which Law’s ever-stoic expression seemed to soften.

“Do you ever think—” You cocked your head to the side, a hand planted on the surface of your desk. —“You like when I talk back to you?”

Law didn’t miss a beat.

“Every goddamn day.”

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[ID: 1. Five different pieces of text. The first piece reads, "I am," he whispers, "the monster I warned you against." / "You are," I say hoarsely, "the monster I claim."

The second reads, "PYLADES: I'll take care of you. ORESTES: It's rotten work. PLYADES: Not to me. Not if it's you."

The third reads, "You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it."

The fourth piece reads, "go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still."

The fifth piece reads, "Bring me to your house Tell me, "Sorry for the mess", hey, I don't mind You're talking in your sleep, out of time Well, you still make sense to me, [highlight] your mess is mine [end highlight]"

2. Three images. The first is a text message conversation and the other two are different pieces of text.

The text message conversation reads, "Gray: but they're sick of it White: i'm not Gray: you aren't? White: i never will be"

The first text piece reads, "I'd say "I love you" even at your darkest".

The second piece reads, "You see the rotten work that I am Yet you never complain All these tantrums, breakdowns and smiles Still you choose to love me anyway."

3. Two panel comic. On either ends of a seesaw sit a blue ball made from squiggles and a red ball made with overlaping circular lines.

"I can't help feeling like a burden I am forcing you to carry," Blue says, sunk to the ground on their end of the seesaw.

"I wouldn't be here," Red says as Blue rises so the two are now equal weight, "if i didn't want to."

4. Five separate pieces of text. The first reads, "Will you hold my dirty fingers and kiss my alcohol-drenched lips? Will you love my scars and scratches and my disgusting skin? Will you love my mind filled with anxiety and woe? Will you love a monster?"

The second reads, "show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed."

The third reads, "I knew you were on my side even when I was wrong"

The fourth reads, "If you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you,"

The fifth reads, "Big Mama: In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness."

5: Text reading: [underline] "I do not think I could bear it," [end underline] he said, at last. His eyes were closed, as if against horrors. I knew he spoke not of his death, but of the nightmare Odysseus had spun, the loss of his brilliance, the withering of his grace. I had seen the joy he took in his own skill, the roaring vitality that was always just beneath the surface. Who was he if not miraculous and radiant? Who was he if not destined for fame?

[underline] "I would not care," [end underline] I said. The words scrabbled from my mouth. [underline] "Whatever you became. It would not matter to me. We would be together." [end underline]

6. Three separate pieces of text. The first reads, "I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted"

The second reads, "I cannot rise. Too heavy with filth and sin. [italics] Give me your hand. [end italics] I'll stain you. [italics] I'll take it. [end italics]

The third reads, "I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane."

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest’s Media Mayhem event prompt ‘The Office’ and the @steddiemicrofic monthly prompt ‘sign’ | Rating: M | WC: 507 | Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Steddie | CW: mentions of drinking, allusions to arousal | Tags: bartender!Steve, Corroded Coffin frontman!Eddie, Steddie, The Hideout | A/N: This can be read as part 2 to Have A Drink On Me with Closing Time as part 3, but it also works as a stand-alone

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Eddie's not pulling away. He’s just… hovering there, lips barely skimming Steve's, like the wings of an angel. If angels smelled like booze and cigarettes.

If Steve thinks hard enough, he realises all the signs were there.

The obvious twinkle in Eddie's eyes whenever he'd catch Steve’s.

The way whenever Steve was on shift at The Hideout Eddie would wear muscle tees that were more air than shirt, or jeans with more rips than fabric. Often at the same time.

The way he flirted relentlessly, which Steve would downplay as him being like that with everyone.

But tonight, when Eddie downed that shot, holding Steve's gaze, eyes blacker than Steve's ever seen them, tonguing the glass knowing full well Steve was staring, how could he dismiss that?

One drinking game later and Steve’s shirtless, under Eddie, half drunk on the booze Eddie fed him from his own lips. And Eddie’s still not pulling away. Steve can feel the stuttering heat of his breath, his soft curls tickling the side of his face. The tension radiating off of him, like he's close to exploding.

Steve can't ignore it now, their obvious chemistry. Can't pretend it’s one sided, not anymore. And as Eddie’s already made so many forward moves, Steve decides to even the score. He lifts his head from the table, pressing their lips together.

Eddie hums in astonishment, but quickly recovers and pushes back, knocking Steve’s head back down onto the table and humming against his mouth.

Eddie’s still holding back, Steve can feel it. Probably bolstered by the shots he's just ingested courtesy of Eddie’s glorious mouth, Steve tentatively prods his tongue against Eddie’s bottom lip.

The noise made above him is feral, something between a grunt and a growl, and Eddie opens up immediately, shoving his tongue past Steve’s teeth and gently but desperately tasting the younger man’s mouth. Steve lets loose his own moan, years of longing spilling around Eddie’s wet muscle, and another kind of unrequited yearning stirring in his jeans.

Eddie’s hands come to cradle Steve’s head as Steve’s roam unabashedly over Eddie’s torso, earning them both shivers and further groans. Finally, Eddie pulls back, breathless. He stares deep into Steve’s eyes, looking like Steve hung all the stars, before murmuring,

“You wanna get out of here?”

Steve nods fiercely, sitting up with Eddie’s help and glancing towards the back.

“Where? Your van?”

Eddie’s face flashes with disappointment.

“Shit, no, it's full of band gear.”

“The back room?”

Eddie winces again.

“Nah, same. Plus, there's only one comfy chair, and it's, uh, probably… not clean.”

Steve slides to the edge of the table, hooking his calves around Eddie’s knees and yanking, pressing their zippers together. There’s a devilish glint in his eyes as he suggests,

“Well, I have keys for closing up, and Jimmy’s always teasing us about getting a room. How about we use his?”

Standing, he pushes Eddie backwards, grabs his belt loop and drags him behind the bar, grinning as he unlocks the door emblazoned with the sign: Office.

Pt 1. Have A Drink On Me | Pt 3. Closing Time

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imnotjustreadingg · 1 day ago

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heyyyy!!!!

for the tiktok challenge do you need more inspiration?? I was thinking about when the girl tried some clothes and the boyfriend rated them. Don’t know if you can. If you can you’re a genius 😍

rate it, soldier

tried to divided for get it better. hope you like it!!!

It had been raining all afternoon in Brooklyn. A steady drizzle tapped against the apartment windows while Bucky sat on the couch, reading The Hobbit. He was in sweatpants, hair tied back in a messy bun, looking as soft as the storm outside. You, on the other hand, were prowling around with your phone like a woman on a mission. “Buck?” “Hmm?” “Want to do something fun?” “That depends. Last time you said that, I ended up waxing my legs on camera.” You burst into laughter. “That was one time! And admit it, your calves were silky smooth.” He didn’t even look up. “I still have PTSD from the sound of that first rip.” “Okay, okay. No waxing. I promise. This is harmless. It’s a TikTok challenge. You just sit there and rate my outfits. I walk out, do a little spin, you say what you think. Easy.” He finally looked over the top of his book, blue eyes narrowing. “That’s a thing people do online?” You shrugged. “Yup. It’s cute. The boyfriend rates the girlfriend’s outfits, the Internet swoons, and we get a couple’s trending moment.” His lip twitched. “I don’t need the Internet to know how whipped I am.” You gave him a look. “So you admit it.” "Didn’t say that," he grumbled. "But fine. If it makes you happy, I’ll be your fashion judge for the day.” "Yes!" You did a little victory dance. “Okay, camera’s going up. Stay right there. Look handsome.” “I always look handsome,” he muttered under his breath, flipping a page. You smirked and vanished into the bedroom.

Outfit #1: The Sundress

You walked out in a yellow sundress with little white daisies. Light, flowy, and cute — your go-to for coffee dates. You twirled in front of him, barefoot, all smiles. Bucky looked up and gave a genuine smile. “That’s… adorable. You look like the kind of girl people write songs about.” You snorted. “So…?” “9 out of 10.” “Why not 10?” “Because you’re holding out on me. I can tell.” You winked and disappeared again.

Outfit #2: The Bodycon Dress

Next came a black, skin-tight dress you only wore on rare nights out. It hugged everything. You walked slowly this time, striking a little model pose. Bucky’s eyes darkened just slightly. His book was abandoned now. “Damn,” he said quietly. “That’s trouble.” “Trouble?” “You walk out like that and I’m gonna have to break up fights.” You giggled. “So?” “11. Out of 10. That dress is a weapon.” You blew him a kiss and darted back into the bedroom.

Outfit #3: The Tactical Suit

This one took a little longer. You put on one of Bucky’s black compression shirts (tight, sleeves rolled), cargo pants, combat boots, and topped it off with his vest, the one he used during ops with Sam. When you walked out, hands on hips, he blinked hard. “Are you wearing my gear?” You smirked. “Damn right, soldier.” He sat up straighter, looking utterly confused and… turned on? “I— That’s not fair. That’s cheating.” “You like it?” “…I don’t not like it. But also, give me back my vest. 7 out of 10.” “Minus 3 for theft?” "Minus 3 for the psychological warfare," he muttered.

Outfit #4: The Loungewear Surprise

This one was sweet. Oversized sweatshirt (his), fuzzy socks, messy bun. The classic “just woke up” look. Bucky visibly softened. His face went from amused to something quieter, more tender. “...That one.” You blinked. “What?” “That’s the one. That’s the version of you I love best.” Your smile faltered a little in a good way. “Really?” He nodded. “You in my clothes, comfy, no makeup, just… real. That’s a 100 out of 10.” You actually had to run back into the room because your cheeks were so warm.

Outfit #5: The Lingerie

Okay, this one was a gamble. You’d saved it for last. A deep burgundy lace, delicate straps, barely-there coverage. It wasn’t something you wore often. Definitely not something you'd ever worn around him while sober. But the rain was still falling, your heart was thudding, and the camera was rolling. You stepped out slowly. Bucky’s jaw slackened. He blinked once. Twice. Then leaned forward slightly, elbows on knees, gaze locked. "…What the hell kind of challenge is this again?" he asked, voice low, gravelly. You did a slow spin, feeling suddenly bold. “Just want your rating, Sergeant.” He ran a hand down his face. “Nope. You don’t get to walk around like that and act like it’s a game. That’s not a 10, it’s a problem.” You laughed, backing away when he started to rise. “Bucky, it’s still recording-” "Good," he growled, stalking toward you. “Let the world know I’m marrying you.” The camera caught the moment he tossed you over his shoulder (you shrieked), and the video abruptly ended.

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ray935sworld · 2 days ago

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Don't break his heart

Chapter 2: Reveal

chapter 1

rosquez

Pecco was back in his motorhome.

The moaning next door had stopped – after he had dragged Bez and Luca there to prove what he had heard.

So now he was sitting in silence. He looked at the phone on the table. He had the chat with his mentor already open. The last messages being about when he would be picked up to ride to the airport.

The messages were friendly. Kind. The type you’d find in a family group chat. And that’s how Pecco felt. Like a kid. But a kid that had to tell his dad his wife (or here husband) had an affair.

He took a deep breath, trying to force himself to just get it over with.

It felt weird. The last time he had been hesitant to text his mentor was more than 10 years ago, back when he was just an awkward teenager and he still had to realize that Vale was just a random guy too.

But now he took his phone, flipped it over in his hand, wondering how on earth he was supposed to handle the situation.

He wanted to avoid it, put it off. But he knew that the longer he waited, the worst it got. So typed in a few words just to delete them. He repeated the cycle a few times. Ultimately he settle for keeping it vague without trying to hide the seriousness.

"Vale, we need to talk. It's urgent. Like. Really, really urgent."

He swallowed and hit sent. He watched the little arrows show that the message got delivered so he turned his phone around and almost smashed it against the table.

He took a deep breath, sure it was over for now. He didn’t expect a reply yet. So he got up, fixed himself some dinner and sat back down again.

He froze when he checked his phone again, showing him he had a few messages from the older one. Vale had already texted him back.

"You okay? Did something happen? Are you hurt? Pecco?"

He almost choaked, cursing whatever karma he had that just this moment Vale had seemed to be on his phone. Quickly he replied, again unsure how much he was able or supposed to say.

"I'm okay. Not hurt. Everyone else is okay too but yeah, something happened. It's pretty bad"

"Define ‘bad’. Serious bad or Cele writing with eding on Franky’s bold head type of bad?"

Pecco couldn’t help but chuckled as he remembered that moment. Cele had been drunked and drawn some eyes and a smile on Franky’s head. Migno had lost with laughter it completely while Franky freaked out.

But then the younger Italian recalled why he was texting. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed the words.

"Serious. So I think it'd be better if we'd talk about that in person. Please. I swear I tell you everything when I’m back in Italy."

He took a deep breath, expecting to be called. Afterall it was Vale and when Vale wanted to know something he figured it out. So a call demanding to know what was going on seemed to be the next step.

Pecco wasn’t even sure if he would even take the call. Maybe he should just avoid all contact with Vale until he was back in Italy and talked face to face.

But the feared call never came through. Instead he watched the messages being read. He saw a few dots, indicating that Vale was typing. Then he apparently stopped. Then the icon saying he was online disappeared.

He had gone offline. Their conversation was over for now.

Pecco sighed softly. Now there was no way back. No backing down. Vale knew something was going on so he would starting to dig and not back down until he knew it.

He probably would be getting a message after the race, after the hassle was done. Or maybe he would be approached at the ranch, taken aside.

He also wouldn’t put it passed Vale to just show up in Turin with no warning, just leaning against the door frame, staring him down, expecting him to say what’s wrong, just like he did after he crashed in the Sprint of Sepang 2024, forever settling his hopes for the 2024 championship.

He gently smiled at the thought. As bad as that time had been, there had been something comforting to see how his friends and family were dealing with it.

Vale had looked at him, half smiling, half sad. He had lifted his hands, one having a bottle of strong alcohol – he had forgotten what kind after drinking too much of it, it was probably stolen from Uccio anyway – the other having a pasta dish.

“You cooked?” Pecco had asked. “If your plan is to poison me so I don’t have to be there when I lose the championship-“ “Thank you, I don’t need Dall'Igna to kill me. My mom made this so no worries – I hope. She improved her cooking skills after Luca was born.”

Pecco hadn’t missed the teasing of a soft anecdote. Vale always did that when he thought one of them needed a distraction. Either about old races or old rivalry, stories that were long gone, only memories in minds far apart from each other by now. Or about Luca. That was his favorite things to talk about.

“You bought me your moms cooking?” “Do you want it or not?” “I’ll get the oven heated up”

He wondered if he would be the one asking his mom to cook when Vale would be crushed by the reveal of his husbands apparent affair. He wondered how he would deal with it – if he would even believe him - when he heard a knock.

Confused he flinched at the sound.

He blinked, his eyes narrowing on the clock. It was late. Very late. Way too late to be one of the usual knocks that happened regularly during the race weekends.

He didn't expected anyone. Especially not at this time.

But he opened the door nonetheless - more out of curiosity. He expected someone from the academy. Maybe Cele had heard what had happened and was worried. Or Luca who was probably still thinking about the situation.

But he had been wrong.

He had been very wrong.

Except with the connection to the academy.

He blinked in surprised as he spotted the man in front if him. He was taller than him, wearing a red MM93 hoodie, the hood pulled deep into his face, hands hiding in his shorts. He grinned at him. He knew that grin. He knew that face.

“oh you’re fucking kidding me” he whispered as he stared at him.

It no one other than his mentor. Right there. Right in front of him.

Confused he blinked as the older man quickly pressed himself past Pecco.

Vale. He was there.

"Hey there" he said, his tone playful and teasing.

"What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, his wide. He was sure this was some kind of illusion. The other was supposed to be in Europe. “You're - You're supposed to be in Italy! I mean - wait if you -"

He wasn’t sure if his appearance answered or created more questions. He was about to say something, his mouth already hanging open but when he realized he had nothing to say, he got quiet again.

Vale just laughed.

"Allora, surprise” he said, shrugging. “You see… here I thought I could spend some alone time with my husband. Just chilling in his motorhome, while watching him win the championship. Just going on a nice vacation in between for a few days, not having to look after the bunch of kids I accidentally adopted – sorry to say it like that, bambino...”

Pecco took a deep breath slowly realizing what was happening.

“But your message scared the living crap out of me. You haven’t sounded so serious since... I don’t think ever actually. So...? Tell me. What is going on? What did you do? What's – What’s so urgent?" he asked, concern edged in his voice again.

The younger one let out a long sigh and buried his head in his hands. He wanted to smash his head against a table for overthinking. And slap Vale for worrying him.

"Vale... Since when are you here?" he asked instead. "What? Why?" "Just answer!" "Eh... Yesterday. Why? What does that have to do with anything?"

"So just for the record... You were just fucking Marc in his motorhome? Very fucking loudly."

"Eeeh.... I mean…" he had a dirty grin, that told the other already everything he needed to know. “A gentleman never tells or however the saying goes”

"YOU ASSHOLE!" he yelled hitting his shoulder, cursing himself for actually having worried. "I thought he was cheating on you! I thought - hell – do you have any idea how-“ he decided not to finish the sentence. Instead he just took out his phone.

“Wait hold on - you thought Marc cheated on me?” Vale asked, laughter carrying his words. “And... Aaawweeee… You would have told me?" “Yeah well what else would I be doing?” he asked.

“Can I go back to my husband now?” Vale asked. “You can tell your brother you’re an idiot and he is not going to need to deal with you getting divorced” “Who the fuck said I was getting divorced-“ “We thought Marc cheated okay?!”

Without a warning, Pecco snapped a picture of Vale and send it to Luca.

“Nvm Vale was with Marc”

The response came almost immediate.

“WHAT??? THAT ASSHOLE. I was worried! Tell him he’s an asshole!”

“Already did.”

“Good.”

Vale watched the quick exchange with a smile. He read the messages, realizing that next to the insults – which he thought were unjustified – was love and care. His boys actually cared about him.

He really liked that thought.

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astra-the-dragon · 2 days ago

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I do have to wonder, however, whether Mamdani has ended his past friendship with HasanAbi. I don't have the know-how to investigate whether Mr. Mamdani has said anything whatsoever about the increasingly horrific and disgusting things that Hasan says about the Jewish people and about Israel.

Normally it would be absurd to ask a random public person about such a thing, but (1) Zohran Mamdani is running for an extremely high profile public office and (2) Mamdani and Hasan have been close friends and have collaborated in the past.

I do continue to hold that Zohran Mamdani has said antisemitic things and that he has some troublesome supporters. For all his talk about providing for the safety of all New Yorkers, it would put me at ease if he were willing to sit down and listen to Jews, including Zionist Jews, about the difficulties we face and how he can do better.

And I do continue to hold that he is by far the best candidate for NYC mayor. By a long shot.

I wish the Democratic party leadership would hold the line. I campaigned for Kamala Harris in spite of everything -- surely they can swallow some discomfort for the sake of the coalition. Right? Yes?

Dem NY Senator Kirsten Gillibrand gave a strong criticism of Mamdani and his refusal to condemn the phrase “globalize the intifada”

Thank you Senator Gillibrand!

#uspol #antisemitism #jumblr

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pwblant · 2 days ago

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is it just me? — kim woonhak

pairing # bff!woonhak x f!reader

warnings # kissing

genre # fluff, two idiots learning that they actually like eachother, half SMAU half written

— this is part 2. find part 1 here

after staring long into the white ceiling, woonhak slowly put his phone down and slid it under his pillow.

��i’ve been thinking about it for a while now actually.” his voice breaks through the soft sounds of the crickets outside.

“about what exactly?” you ask, sounding a little bit sleepier given the time.

“about us.” he starts. “and i just…couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. how you asked if i was like this to everyone.”

you let out a soft hum as an acknowledgment of his words.

“and i realized it, too.” he said. “i don’t give others anywhere close to the amount of care that i give you.”

silence.

“can i ask you something?” he says, voice a little shaky from nerves.

“hm?”

“so. hypothetically, if i kissed you right now…” he paused, covering the blush creeping in with his palms as he let out a deep sigh. “what would you do?”

your heart skips a beat.

“hypothetically?” you asked back. “it depends.”

“on what?”

“on if you’d mean it.”

he doesn’t respond right away, but you feel the bed shift. the rustles of the sheets. and then—

he kisses you.

soft. carefully. like he’s sure but unsure at the same time. like he’s testing the waters even when he’s already halfway drowned in.

you kiss him back.

you hear him squeal a little bit—did he not expect you to like him back? that’s crazy.

as he feels a mix of confidence and butterflies rush through, he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

and suddenly, all the feelings you’ve thrown to the back of your mind come back alive. you do like him. of course you do.

and when he pulls back, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“i’ve always meant it.”

for the rest of the night, things were different. things shifted. feelings were finally spoken.

he pushed his bed next to yours.

“since we’re..” he let out an awkward cough. “basically dating now.. unless we aren’t— i never actually asked—you don’t have to—“

“hak,” you cut in gently, trying not to laugh.

he looks at you, a little nervous, hands fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.

“yeah?”

“ask me properly.”

he blinks. “what?”

“you said you never asked. so…” you say, nudging your knee against his. “ask.”

he exhales through his nose, half laugh, half defeat. then, he straightens up, sitting on the bed across from you. his cheeks turn into the faintest shade of pink.

“okay, here i go…” he says, voice low. “yn, can i… be your boyfriend?”

your heart does this stupid little hop. you knew a confession was coming, but you can’t help it. it’s because it’s him. it’s always been him.

“yeah,” you say, voice a little bit soft. “i’d like that.”

he smiles at your response—really smiles. you could see it in his eyes that it was a genuinely happy smile. it reached his eyes in the way it always does when he wins in a mario kart game or when he would surprise you with a trinket he bought that reminded him of you.

“okay cool,” he says, trying to play it chill and not burst out into a celebratory cry.

“cool,” you echo, trying to stop the situation from becoming too awkward.

and then there’s silence.

not awkward. not like you’re unsure of what to say next.

just warm.

a little shy.

“so now what?” you ask, lying back on the bed with your hands tucked behind your head. “should we tell the others?”

he flops down beside you. “they already know.”

“true.”

another pause.

you look at him.

“you do realize you still have to sleep next to the air conditioning, right? like just because we’re dating now it doesn’t mean you get to finally feel comfortable and warm.”

he grins, eyes still on the ceiling. “no way. boyfriend perks. i get to sleep with YOU hugging me.”

“roommate rules override boyfriend perks.”

“you’re cruel.”

“and yet you still asked me out.”

“yeah,” he murmurs, finally looking over at you again. “and i’d do it again.” he smirks.

you laugh.

he tackles you into a hug and falls asleep in your arms just as he had wished, warm and snug like he truly belonged there.

the next day… 💬

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jjkarmy091 · 19 hours ago

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Know too much- Jungkook (pt2)

Genre: Romance; angst; slow burn; friends2lovers; Warnings: strong language; mentions of drinking; mentions of violence; protected sex (wrap it up lol); mentions of sucking, licking, bitting; doggy style; Wordcount: 15k

Ps- English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

Your second year of college had just started and you were already fed up. If it weren't for your dream, you would've given up a long time ago. The teachers gave you assignments earlier and earlier, with subjects that made you crazy and with less and less time for yourself. Right now you were with your head in the books, doing a project on child development when you felt your phone vibrate. At first, you thought it would be Peter, because since classes started, he has been doing everything he could to cross your path and get back together, to which you refused, without exaggeration, about 15 times. However, to your surprise, you came across Jungkook's name on the screen. "Hello?"

"Y/n, hi!" You noticed him struggling with his own words, as if he didn't know what to say. "I'm calling because- I wanted to know if" a deep, deep breath was heard- "Are you busy right now?" You were confused.

"No… I didn't have any classes in the afternoon so I took the opportunity to get ahead on my paper work… Why?"

"No! God, no. It's that- hmmm- I'm here." Your brain froze.

"What do you mean, you're here?"

"Here as near your college." You didn't hear anything else, because you felt yourself panick. What the hell was he doing here? You started to turn off the computer and organize your books silently until his voice came back to break you out of the trance you were in. "Y/n, are you there?"

"Yes, yes, sorry. My roommate came in and asked me something and I got distracted. Excuse me, you were saying?"

"I'm in front of your college. I came here for work and thought why not call and ask if you wanted to have a drink with me. I can wait if you want, I'm in no ru--" You didn't even let him finish the sentence.

"Sure! Give me 5 minutes to get ready and I'll come to you. Where exactly are you?"

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After hanging up, you put on something nicer than the sweatshirt you had before and fixed your hair that was a mess and went to meet Jungkook at the cafe near your college. As you walked there, you became even more nervous. You were friends, you had solved your conflicts and things were finally back to normal between you. A few months ago you wouldn't have felt this way, so why now?

Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions you were still unfamiliar with and they quickly got worse when you entered the aforementioned café and came face to face with Jungkook with longer hair than before, black pants that were tighter at the waist, and a simple gray shirt, showing clearly see the necklace around his neck. It was a short-sleeved tshirt so all the tattoos on his arm were on display. You could also see a group of girls way too interested in your best friend and you were hating it. You know these girls hormones were raging, but damn, couldn't they hide it a little better? Assholes

When he saw you approaching, he stood up from where he was sitting and hugged you. With the corner of your eye, you saw some of the girls who were previously staring at him, making an ugly face. 1 to 0

"Thanks for coming."

"Of course. I just wasn't expecting it, what are you doing around here?"

"Job reasons." He scrunched his nose. Gosh how you loved it when he did this. "Me and some other collegues are taking a professional course. It's necessary to keep up with new things from time to time so we can also adjust with clients' changing tastes, they've been very demanding lately. I'm staying at the hotel in front"

"That's great Jk, glad this time you didn't lose your phone." You laughed as you remembered the last time Jungkook traveled for work and the chaos it was.

"Don't mock me, it was a mishap." He answered, laughing too. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, swamped with psychology and advanced math work, but other than that I'm awesome. You?"

"Always fine, as you can see."

"Of course you are. Why was I expecting a different answer from you?" you laughed and he did too, taking a sip of his beer. Every now and then you'd glance at the group from afar and apparently you weren't very subtle, because you saw Jungkook turn his face to look over to where your attention was. He must have noticed your discomfort since the next thing he said was "Do you want to get out of here?"

You didn't hesitate.

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You left the café and went for a walk around the city. You were silent for a while until something came out that not even you knew you were going to say. "How do you stand it?" He looked at you, visibly confused "What do you mean?"

"Wherever you go, you always have people eating you up with their eyes. Doesn't that bother you? How does Sophia not care about that?"

Sophia! Fuck, did he tell her he was with you? Once again you forgot he had a girlfriend and suddenly Rose's words chanted through your head. All of a sudden you felt the need to distance yourself from Jungkook, but when you were about to he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you closer to him gently, whispering be careful. You saw a car speed past you a few seconds later

"What I'm about to say might sound bad, but I'm already used to the looks and the attention." He looked at you briefly. "At first it burst my ego, I won't deny it. I was young, my hormones were out of whack and the only head that worked back then was my dick." You punch him in the arm in protest and he laughs. "It felt good to have female attention, even if it was just physical. However, it started causing me problems with people I really cared about and I began thinking about everything and everyone I lost and hurt with my behaviour."

You arrived at a well-known garden called Doors of the Sun. This garden was known for the best sunsets of all times. You and Jungkook sat on a bench.

"Isn't that how you met Sophia? In the middle of that whole process?" He sighed.

"Yes, she had recently joined the team, we were on a work trip and we ended up getting closer, all without ulterior motives. She had also come out of a complicated relationship and we shared our experiences, she gave me advice and opinions and vice versa. Things just happened I guess. She helped me a lot dealing with my emotional side. I've always been very impulsive and it doesn't always work out. Sometimes it's good to stop and think."

"When Tae commented you were with someone I didn't believe it. I was surprised when I saw you two together. For someone who didn't need relationships and even avoided them, it didn't take long for you to settle. You helped each other and the change in you is noticeable, you're different and I'm happy. Speaking of, does she know you're here with me?" He nods "and she isn't jealous?" He turns to look at you but this time without teasing eyes

"Does she have any reasons to be jealous?" That question caught you off guard. Damn, don't bury yourself Y/n, don't fuck it up.

"N-no. What I meant to say is that usually women don't like to see their partners around other females. It's part of the feminine science. It always causes conflicts and stuff. Couldn't help but notice how chill she is about it, it's… admirable."

"Yes, she's cool about it, there's no reason for her to be jealous, right? I've never had anything with you or Rosé, maybe that made it easier to accept men and women can be friends without having feelings for each other?" He was back to that playful tone, but you somehow were a little disappointed. In a way, he had just confirmed that night, he had just let himself get carried away by the alcohol on his system. Of course he would never feel anything for you, someone younger and inexperienced, full of teenage testosterone. Maybe that was why it was so easy for him to move on while you were stuck only at the thought of it.

"Exactly." You said with a change of tone that aparently went unnoticed by him. Neither you nor him said anything else and just enjoyed the sunset happening in front of you. Sunrises and sunsets were your guilty pleasure, no matter how many times you witnessed it, you never got tired. It brough you an indescribable feeling of peace. Around 10m later, you felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from your roommate saying she was going to spend the night with her boyfriend. Well, another night alone. You sighed

"Is everything okay?"

"Ahh yes. All good, just my roommate telling me not to wait for her today. Speaking of which, I have to get going… I still have to finish some work and it’s getting late” Jungkook looked disappointed but went with it

"Sure yeah let's go. Let's take a cab." You went looking for an avaiable one. Before, the silence between you was comfortable but now it was very noticeable the tension. This time you spoke first

"How long are you going to stay here?"

"Until Saturday"

"That's great. Are these professional courses always this long?"

"It depends… sometimes they take two days, others a week. It depends on what they are about. They might be annoying as fuck yet that's how we learn new tecniques, new equipment and so on"

“What a coincidence you ended up on the hotel near my college. That’s funny, now whenever I feel bored I already know where to go bore someone else too” You said as joke but the look he gave you got you intrigued. You took a cab and in 5 minutes you were already standing at the entrance of your college.

“Thank you for joining me on this little walk adventure, it was fun”

“Thank you for meeting me here. It was great. I missed it.” He gave you a genuine smile. You waved at him and turned around to go inside when you hear him say “Have dinner with me”

You stopped in your tracks and looked at him. You wanted to say yes, you almost did, but you knew you were in the wrong if you did. No matter how much you tried to ignore, it was time to accept your feelings for him were more than just friends. You had to stop being selfish, wanting him all to yourself when you know he has someone waiting for him at home. You were not gonna be that bitch “I’m sorry Kookie i can’t. I have a lot of to do and hmmm…. Maybe some other time."

“If I didn’t know you better I’d believe it yet there’s something else isn’t it?” You chocked on your own saliva

“There isn’t Jungkook I’m just really busy with all of it my paper works”

“That never stopped you from hanging out with me before. It’s not even that late Y/n, just 7:30 p.m, would take you what, a hour and a half tops. If you want to decline that's fine but at least be honest with me”

“You have a girlfriend Jk. You have someone waiting for you, it doesn’t feel right having dinner just us two when your girl isnt around. It looks bad”

“Why are you so worried about Sophia when it’s not even you who’s —” he didn’t complete his setence.

“ I wouldn’t like my boyfriend to have such a moment with one of his female friends. I’d lose my mind If I was dating you and knew you were hanging out with some other girl. I'd think you were cheating on me you know what I mean?”

“Why do you feel like is cheating? We used to hang out a lot when you were with Peter and never did you mention that at all. What makes it different now?” One thing you despised in Jungkook was how he always knew what to say next, leaving you with no answer. How could you say you felt different in his presence? That he would make butterflies appear in your stomach just by looking at you. You ruined your friendship once for being afraid and you know you’re gonna ruin it again if you were honest with him now. You suffered a lot of losses, he wouldn’t be another one.

“I’m just putting myself in her shoes. Besides you have your work mates right? They can keep you company during dinner, have fun, bond. How do you think it’d look like if you chose to dinner with me instead of them? Isn't Sophia part of the team aswell ?”

“Okay, okay. I got it. Not pushing it, sorry”

“Don’t be mad at me Kook, please. Just because there’s no malice it doesn’t mean it’s right and I’d feel awful if you fought because of this. She can be very independent and upfront but at the end of the day she’s still a woman and it goes the same for everyone.” Jungkook sighed and patted your head

“What am I gonna do with you?” You laughed even though he wasn't amused. At all

“Have a good night. Behave! and good luck with your work, try not to be bored much”

You headed back at your dorm. Why was he so addament on having dinner with you? What has he said to Sophia? Did he mention he had seen you? That you hung out for a while?

Everything felt to much and you only has one person to call

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“Hello?”

“I think I'm in love with Jungkook” The line went silent for a few minutes. She was going to kill you

“Are you drunk?”

“I wish i was Rosé. I-I'm fucked.” Rosé sighed

“How did you realize your feelings?”

“I was with Jungkook just now… he’s in one of those professional courses and he called me asking if I was busy and he told me he was here. I met up with him, went for a drink and showed him a bit of the city, then we grabbed a cab together and as I was saying goodbye he invite me to dinner”

“He invited you? Ohhh”

“I know how it sounds! We didn’t do anything I swear! I kept thinking about Sophia the entire time… she’s the only reason I said no. I was so dumb to reject him back then. I’m so fucking stupid! I did this to myself, I should’ve followed my gut and go for it and now I’m watching the guy I’ve feelings for be with someone else.” Rosé was quiet. Too quiet for your liking, as if she wanted to say something but wasn't sure if she should. As for you, your mind was racing. Jungkook was your best friend, if things didn't go as you wished, everything would go down the rail and it'd be over for good.

"You should talk to him, be honest for once. It was because of your lack of courage to face what you felt that things got weird in the first place. If you have something to admit, it's better to do it now before more people get hurt and you know exactly who I'm talking about. Others don't deserve to get hurt because of your messed up minds. Think about it Y/n." You didn't know how to face Jungkook anymore.

Shit

You didn't hear from Jungkook the next day

You had sent him a text asking if everything was okay yet you hadn't gotten a response. Was he upset? Either way, you hadn't said anything bad, you were just honest about your thoughts. Now, almost finishing your psychology class, you wanted to go eat something at Blues, the cafe you went with Jungkook the day before. He hadn't answered yet so you decided not to push it and respect his space and time.

What you didn't expect was to see his silhouette at the door. He had his back against the wall in front of the exit door, looking at the watch on his left wrist. When he noticed footsteps near him, he looked up and saw you. "Thought I missed your exit." He smiled. "How was your day?" You stood still for a few minutes, without reacting. How did he know your schedule? Could it have been Rosé?

"Too long to be honest, thought it was never over. I'm starving." You tilted your head so you could appreciate better the hunk of a man in front of you. "How's your training going?"

"Same as always"

"It could only be." You both laughed. "Do you want to eat something? I'm not kidding when I say I could eat a cow right now"

"Since you're offering it, I won't refuse." You punched his arm and tried to make him fall, but to no avail. When you arrived at Blues, you looked for the best place to sit. You realized one of the girls who was here the other day was here again and you could only roll your eyes. "What do you want to eat?"

"A toasted sandwich with an orange juice." Jungkook nodded.

"I'll go to the bathroom and take the opportunity to order for us. I'll be right back" He got up and actually went to the counter to talk to an employee, then he went to the bathroom. It didn't take long for him to get out, however when you realized it, there was already a blonde with long hair, hazel eyes, black pants, a red top and a warm brown coat talking to him. At that moment you just wanted to get up and throw a chair at her head and shout he has a girlfriend bitch.

Suddenly Jungkook's eyes dart towards you and you quickly look away to the street, trying to calm your fury a little. Not even two minutes passed before he was standing next to you with the order in his hands. "I hope this satisfies your hunger" the toast was huge and you wondered if you could eat all of it alone.

"I guess it will do" - that was really good.

"So" he looked at you in amusement. You frowned your brows "so what?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what she wanted?" you choked on the piece you had in your mouth. You tried to keep calm

"Why would I? It's none of my business"

"That's not what your reaction told me." Fuck. Were you that transparent? What were you going to say now? You ate some more of your food.

"Don't be silly. What reaction? As if" Jungkook pulled your plate towards him so you were looking directly at him, leaning forward on the table, piercing you with his eyes. What was he doing. "Don't lie," he read you like a book. You couldn't try to fool him, he was always two steps ahead of you.

"I'm not lying. It just irritates me that these high school girls' hormones are raging. They can't see someone attractive without sniffing around." Jungkook's expression softened immediately.

"So you find me attractive." You choked to the point you had to take a sip of your drink. "You understood." You were dying to let the subject die there. "Anyway, you didn't tell me what are you doing here. You ignore me the whole day and then show up out of nowhere."

"You're right, sorry. It wasn't intentional.. I was busy and ended up disconnecting for a bit." You hummed and finished you toast and juice. Then you remembered your conversation with Rosé last night and you had to ask

"How's Sophia? Have you spoken to her?" however Jungkook's reaction was completely opposite to what you expected, slamming his hands hard on the table.

"Can you stop bringing Sophia up? Jesus Y/n, how bad does it look for me to hang out with an old friend? It's like it's almost wrong to have friends at all! I can't hang out with you lately because all you ever say revolves around Sophia. Yes, she is okay, yes she knows I'm here with you. She's working and so am I okay?" He ran his hands through his hair before getting up and paying the bill, leaving afterwards without giving you time to react.

You quickly grabbed your things and went after him. He was already further ahead than you thought and you had to do a mini run to get to him, grabbing his arm. "Wait - wa- you're right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Honestly, I don't even know why I keep mentioning her I-- sorry." He released himself from your hand and the only thing he said to you was "You should go back"

and you did, feeling like you ruined everything one more time

Friday

It was JK's last day here and you had never seen or spoken to him again, but you were willing to change that today. You remember Jungkook telling you he was at the hotel near your college and your last class ended at 6:30 p.m so you had time to go to the dorm, take a shower and put on something decent to go see him. You just hoped you were lucky and he was at the hotel instead of going out with his coworkers.

After showering, you looked in your closet and shock - you had nothing decent to wear - at that moment you regretted not going shopping with your Alexa when she asked you out until - bingo - A tight black jumpsuit, strapless, with a neckline that flattered your chest, a bit of Chanel No. 5 perfume Jungkook gave you for Christmas and a pair of white sneakers (the more practical the better) and you were ready.

It was now or never.

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Along the way, you practiced your speech a thousand times but when you got there and asked the receptionist about Jungkook, you started to get nervous. That's because the girl in front of you said she couldn't provide any informations about the hotel's guests. You hadn't even asked anything special, just if Jungkook was at the hotel. You even asked her very politely if she wouldn't mind at least informing him he had someone waiting for him in the lobby, to which she stupidly refused.

You gave up on arguing with her anymore. In the end, it wouldn't be worth it and you'd end up getting kicked out, so you stayed there, looking around, finding ways to get to him, checking to see if there was anyone you knew, but in vain. You wanted it to be a surprise, so calling him would ruin that. You decided to wait a little longer. You were starting to lose hope until you heard that familiar laugh. You looked back and saw him with a man who looked older than him, reaching for the elevator.

You almost tripped over your own feet as you walked towards them and you considered giving up on the idea and turning back, but it was too late, you were already a short distance away from them. Your voice sounded strange when you called his name the first time, but he didn't even move. You decided to move a little closer to them and this time, in a firmer voice, you called him again. As soon as he heard your voice, his head turned to looking for you. When he spotted you everything around him stopped.

You noticed how his eyes went from your eyes to your lips, to your body and back to you and you lost the ability to speak for a moment. "Y/n? Wh- What are you doing here?" You didn't know what to say, your mouth opened and closed and nothing came out. Then the elevator doors opened and his colleague told him that he was going up, leaving you two alone. "Are you okay?" He was wearing an all-black outfit, with a beanie and yet he was completely irresistible.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You took a deep breath. " Sorry to show up like this without warning, I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"You didn't, we just returned from the warehouse where we bought new materials to take tomorrow."

"Right… I remembered you're leaving tomorrow and- well- I wanted, I mean, I want to know if you're free and if you'd like to have dinner with me." You said the last words so quietly that he had trouble understanding them.

"Are you inviting me to have dinner with you? What would my friends say if they saw us together?" He had a mocking look on his face and you knew he was right, he had just turned your words against yourself.

"I know. You're right for being mad at me. I fucked up as always. I just didn't want you to leave without apologizing first." You sighed "and for being a pain in your ass most of the time."

You had taken a few steps back to give Jungkook space to leave, but he approached you and put an arm around your neck, smiling from ear to ear. "Where to? The hotel restaurant has great food if you want to try it." You looked at him and smiled too "let's go then."

When you arrived, you noticed the restaurant's atmosphere was calm and romantic, no wonder it was full. Somehow Jungkook managed to get a table for two and the butler escorted you. Jungkook ordered the filet mignon à la carte and you ordered the same, along with a bottle of red wine. Jungkook hadn't said anything else, he just looked at you and gave you a half smile.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay here," you started making conversation. "There's not much to see, but the gardens are fabulous."

"Apart from a stubborn friend I have here, I have nothing to complain about," he teased. You kick him under the table, to which he complains. "Ouch"

"You wouldn't live without me," you snapped. "I really wouldn't," he confirmed looking deep in your eyes. Meanwhile, your food arrived and you began to eat and drink, with laughter and casual conversation, memories from the past, good and bad. When the bill arrived, you were about to take out your wallet, but he beat you to it. You stamped your foot. "I'm the one who invited you."

"I know, but I want to pay." There was no point in contradicting him, so you just nodded and thanked him. You were leaving the restaurant when you asked, "Do you want to go for a walk?" No answer was needed.

"Remember the night of my birthday?" you said suddenly. Jungkook nodded.

"How could I forget? It was chaos." You sat on a bench nearby

"You were right, you know. About me. Your words hurt, but now I know how true they were." Jungkook sat next to you looking at the river in front of you. He didn't say anything letting you talk. " I was selfish and naive back then. I was such a coward about what I wanted, about what and how I felt, I ended up hurting myself and you in the process. I found it hard to understand it was my fault, when in fact everything was simple. I just had to accept everything I felt at the time but I was just fine running away and in the end I screwed myself over. I saw everything in rose-colored glass when in fact the world is gray."

"I didn't act in the best way either. I was ignorant and didn't think things through properly. I said all the wrong things because my ego was hurt. I wasn't used to rejection, especially knowing what you thought of me. You may have been wrong but I was wrong too. My God, I called you a prude, for fucks sake. I said the only reason I was hanging out with you was because of Tae and Rosé, when deep down it was because you were the only one who fully understood me. I chose to spend time with you and I would choose again as many times as necessary."

Before you could answer, you felt a drop fall on your nose, then two, three, four and five. It was starting to rain. Shit. At that point in time, Jungkook took off his coat and put it over your heads. "Let's go back to the hotel." You don't remember walking as fast as you did that night. As you walked, the rain got stronger and stronger and when you got to Jungkook's hotel room, you were completely soaked. He went to get two towels, handing you one.

"The bathroom is free, in case you want to change your clothes and take a hot shower. I have some of my clothes here , they're loose but I think they'll fit." You thanked him and went straight to the shower, it was freezing cold and that hot water falling on your body would do you good. When you came out, Jungkook was already dressed and ready too, with two cups of coffee on a table. He took one and gave you the other "your favorite". You took a sip and immediately felt renewed. "This is great. I don't have it in college." you both laughed.

Both of you were looking out the bedroom window, watching the pouring rain against it. "Jungkook?" He hummed in response. " I'd choose you too, at every chance I had" You were close, too close. The intense gazes, the pounding hearts and the chemistry between you two was off the roof. "The only reason I keep bringing up Sophia is because, in a way, I'm jealous. I'm jealous she was able to change you to the point where you felt safe in a relationship when back then you always ran away." I wish it had been me you wanted to say. His gaze was lost in your eyes. Had he drink too much during dinner to the point of imagining things?

"What do you mean by that?" You closed the distance between you a little more.

"What I mean is that I liked you back then and not just as a friend. Deep down I've always liked you, but I was afraid… afraid of what I wanted, of what you wanted, how I perceived life and how you lived it. I wanted to kiss you the night of my birthday, but I panicked and pushed you away. I know after tonight things won't be the same for us, but like Rosé told me once I have to trust: trust myself, trust you and trust in what the future is willing to bring, wether it be good or bad." Tears started forming on your eyes and soon started to drip. "I can't pretend these last days weren’t the best of my life. I can't pretend I wasn't happy you chose me, even if it was just for a few hours."

Both of your eyes are focused on each other, your breathing fast and closer to each other. Little by little the distance was getting shorter and although you wanted to know how his lips tasted like you couldn't allow it to go any further, so when you and Jungkook are about to close the distance that still exists between you, you shake your head and step back. "We can't do this, not like this." Jungkook's hands go straight to the sides of your face.

“I know.”

“We have to stop before something happens that we regret.” But it was already done. You poured your feelings to him and it was inevitable that things would change from now on, sincerely hoping somehow, sooner or later, Sophia would be able to forgive you. You and Jungkook stayed like that for a few minutes until you felt it was time for you to leave, trying not to make everything even more difficult. “When you get home tomorrow, let me know.” Jungkook nodded.

"Be careful. Let me know when you get to the dorm too, since you don't want me to go with you."

"It's better off this way." You say goodbye once more, with him planting a kiss on your forehead, a longer one than usual. You know how he feels because you're feeling the same way. You know that when he comes home and you meet again, things will be like before: two friends with completely different lives

And that'd be okay.

That weekend you didn't go home.

You hadn't gathered courage to face the whole scenario that awaited you at your hometown. You told Rosé what happened with Jungkook, hiding the part you almost kissed, afraid of what she would think of you or even of him. After that night, you only received a text from Jungkook saying he arrived home safely and after that you didn't talk much. You knew this was going to happen, it was hard not to.

The following week passed too quickly for your liking and you really had to go home: you hadn't seen your father in almost two weeks and you missed him and your friends, especially Jungkook. You haven't heard much from him, he hasn't posted much on social media and haven't hung out with Tae and Rose much either, although you know him and Tae talk to each other a lot. On Friday, you were finally picking up your bags to catch the bus to the station and you bumped into your ex. You weren't in the mood to put up with his weird ass. You got closer to the bus stop and caught a glimpse of him walking towards you. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you”

“You could have stayed like that, we were fine”

“Y/n, do you really have to snap like that? Can’t we try again? Everything was so good between us th-"

“Fine? Where was everything good? The way you tried to control me all the time? When you involved people you didn’t have to involve when we argued or I didn’t fall for your games? When you shared details of our sex life with strangers just to set yourself up? Things that weren’t even true or you think I don’t know about that? You're my biggest mistake Peter and if I could go back I'd do it in a heartbeat.” You were about to turn around when you heard the voice that has been giving you headaches for the past weeks.

“Is there something wrong?”

Behind you was Jungkook, wearing ripped jeans and a simple but elegant black shirt, with all his tattoos on display and his eyes boring into Peter’s face. “Jun- Jungkook!” You couldn’t hide your excitement seeing him in front of you. You went up to him almost running “What are you doing here?”

“I was passing by and decided to take a detour to pick you up, so you don’t have to take the bus or the train, especially with people who don’t know what a no means” this time Peter got involved.

“I knew I had reason to be suspicious, after all, women are all sluts, but don’t worry, what you’re fucking now, I did it fir--.” He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence, because Jungkook had punched him and made him fall to the ground. Luckily there were no people around.

“You’re very lucky I don’t want Y/n to get in trouble, otherwise I would kill you right here right now, but here’s a warning my friend: if you come near her again or talk to her, I’ll bury you in an alley, ensuring myself no one will ever be able to find you, I guarantee you” he then looked at you, grabbed your bag with one hand and took your hand with the other. “Come on I have my car parked right in front.”

And for you that was the hottest thing he has ever done

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The roadtrip was peaceful. Neither you or him spoke and you were just listening to the songs playing on the radio, which at this moment was repeating Gracie Adams for the third time. The trip was about an hour, but Jungkook seemed to be in no hurry. Every now and then you’d feel his eyes on you but when you turned your gaze to him, he was already focused on the road again. You also noticed how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel, as if he wanted to say or do something but couldn't. Out of nowhere, you felt your phone vibrate: it was a message from Peter.

This won't end like this Y/n, I still love you.

you huffed and Jungkook looked at you. "Is it him?"

"Yes" you sighed. "I don't know why he keeps insisting, we broke up a while ago, he should have moved on by now." He looked at you again

"Are you really over him?" now it was you who looked at him

"Of course I am. To be fair I was never truly in love with him... I was with him and already mourning my relationship. I guess the reason that kept us together for so long was because he was there when my mother passed away and I felt bad for leaving- I settled for that as if I didn't deserve any better. Just to think my first time was with a guy like that- ugh-" You only realized the information given after it left your mouth. Why did you have to be so outspoken?

The shock must have been big because out of nowhere Jungkook braked the car, making your body go forward and back again. "sorry, thought I saw a wild cat." He tried to hide his surprise as best as he could however you managed to capture the surprise on his face. Now you were too embarrassed to say anything else. It took Jungkook a few seconds to be back on the road. Suddenly you heard him clear his throat. "Was he really your first?"

It was the first time you heard him say something relatively sexual without it being in a mocking tone. You're sure if it had been a few months ago his reaction would've been different, with him being on your case all the time. Your answer came out as a whisper "Yes he was"

More silence

"How was it?" you looked at him, face burning hot.

"Jungkook! what kind of question is that? How embarrassing! I never asked you any of that"

"Why are you embarrassed? It's normal. You didn't ask because you didn't want to, I always gave you the opportunity to do so. Do you wanna know ?"

"Yuck NO." You made a disgusted face. "you really think I want to know the details of your sex life? It's already enough to see you kissing another gi---" You swear that if you could, you'd crawl into a hole. "Forget it."

"No, no. Keep talking" he looked way to amused for your liking. "I'm enjoying this" you punched his arm.

"Well I'm not, let's drop it" you were quiet for a moment yet you never stopped feeling Jungkook's curious gaze on you. You growled" It wasn't good. Indeed awful, he was rough, it hurt like a bitch and at the end of it all he did was getting dressed and smoke, you can only imagine."

"What an idiot" Jungkook scoffed. "It's not always like that you know. It hurts at first yeah but it feels good afterwards" You rolled your eyes

"There's Mr. Experience talking. It's not as hard for you guys as it is for us girls and I could tell it was good, you were doing it all the time" He didn't say anything else. Remembering this bolder phase of his made you sad. You recall perfectly when you and your friends would hang out together and he'd showed up with marks on his neck, tangled hair or wrinkled clothes. Every day was a shard of your heart that broke. Not that you blamed him, he had no idea how you felt about that and honestly neither did you.

You were so over the moon you didn't realize Jungkook was talking to you. "Did you hear anything I said?" You shook your head and he laughed dryly. "I'll stop at the next service area to fill up, let's buy something to drink." You just nodded.

When you got there minutes later, you were the first to get out of the car, saying you needed to pee, not giving him a chance to reply. You opened your mouth too much on this roadtrip and now you were too uncomfortable. Besides, who in the world were you for blaming him for having a completely normal life like another teenager, just because it hurts to know he's been with other girls? He must think you're insane. You got to the bathroom and washed your face, smacking it lightly.

Control yourself.

After you finished, you grabbed your wallet and got out, not expecting to have Jungkook in front of you, waiting. "Damn it, Jungkook, you have to stop showing up like this, you're always scaring me."

"Get used to it." he scrunched his nose "Come on, we still have a while to go"

The rest of the trip was peaceful. He didn't bring up the sex subject again and you still managed to fall asleep for some time until you heard noises in the back of the car, where Jungkook was taking your bags out of the trunk. You got out of the car to help him but he stopped you. "Let me do it. Go and open the door so I can take them inside, please"

You searched your bag for your keys and found them at the bottom, after much rummaging. You opened the door and walked in, making room for Jungkook to enter with your bag and a smaller backpack. It was early so you knew your father was still working; you usually arrived home late due to public transportation delays.

You looked at Jungkook, who in turn was already looking at you, perhaps waiting for you to invite him in. You took a deep breath "Come in, make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink?" He nodded. "Water, beer, Coke, or lemonade?"

"Coke please"

While he set your bags in a corner of the entryway, you went to the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed two cold Cokes, handing one to him. "Thanks for the ride. If it weren't for you, I'd still be there."

"Good thing I showed up then, otherwise you'd have to put up with that jerk on the way." You laughed.

"Cheers to that." You both took a sip of your Coke until he unexpectedly spoke. "Have you ever tried to do it again?" You choked on your drink- literally-

"Why are you so curious about this? God! Do you find my miserable sex life funny?" You wanted to sound upset, but now that you thought about it, it was kinda funny, especially knowing these things only happen to you. "If you want to go that way, then let's go. Tell me about your first time." He arched his eyebrow as you sat on the kitchen table.

"Are you sure?" You bit your lip.

"Oh I am. Since you're so curious about mine I want to know about yours too. Spill it"

"Okay then." He walked a few steps toward you, leaning against the fridge. "I was 17 and it was with my first girlfriend Yeri. We were the same age and had been dating for a while. After school, we went to my house because my parents were working, went to my room, and I lasted 10 seconds." you started laughing out loud.

"Are you shitting me?"

"The first times are shitty, Y/n. I was so nervous and she was so—wow—you know? For a 17-year-old who had no idea what he was doing, it was enough. It took a lot of time to get into it the first times and it was only after the third or fourth time that we managed to find a rhythm for both of us. After that, yes, we looked like two rabbits, wherever we could do it, we did it no matter the time or place" What you found funny at first ended up making you shift in your place, because now you couldn't get the image of him with that unknown girl out of your mind.

"How long did you date?"

"For almost three years"

"Oh" That's all you could say: Oh. It was serious and from the way he talked about her, you sensed a certain longing. Suddenly your heart sank a little. You couldn't help but ask questions, even though you knew the answers would hurt. "Why did you break up?" He drank some more of his coke

"Things started to change; we had different goals. It was a mutual decision and we remained friends. We still talk from time to time." You definitely weren't expecting that. So she remained a part of Jungkook's life… What if he never managed to truly commit because he was still in love with her?

"And Sophia? Is she okay with it?" There was a heavy silence between you.

"She knew about it yeah" Wow. Now you were sure Sophia wasn't from this world, because if it was you in her place you'd hate it. How could she not care that her boyfriend was still friends with his ex-girlfriend, who, by the way, was the person he dated the longest and the one he lost his virginity to? Damn.

You shouldn't have asked, but your curiosity got the best of you and now it backfired. You didn't say anything else, just got off the table, picking up your already empty glass and putting it in the sink ready to wash it. Suddenly you felt a Jungkook's presence behind you standing pretty close to you.

"You forgot this cup too." You picked it from his hand and put it there, stepping away from him immediately to dry your hands.

"I—I know. I was going to ask you if you wanted anything else."

"No thanks I'm fine now." You shook your head and went to the sink again to wash his cup. He was still close, but not as close as before. "You're not going to ask?" When you finished, you turned your back to the sink and faced him with a confused look. "Ask what?"

"If I still think about her." Was he able to read minds?

"I don't think I should ask that; it's your business, not mine."

"I ask you things and I don't think about whether I should or not." You looked at him and opened your mouth, but nothing left. One, two, three "Do you?"

"No, not anymore. We ended well, without drama, there was no reason for us to become enemies. She moved on with her life and I moved on with mine and right now she's engaged and very much happy."

You were surprised with how calm and normal he looked talking about it. "Doesn't it bother you? I mean, she was your first girlfriend and your first everything and you still managed to be friends… Doesn't that make you think it could have been you somehow?"

"We were young, Y/n. Things happen. If Peter moves on and has someone else, will that bother you too?" You scoffed.

"That's different, Jungkook. There's no comparison. Even though he was my first, most of our relationship was bad and we aren’t even friends. Nothing to do with it." He leaned against the table you were currently leaning against, so you could clearly feel him near you, as he emanated a warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

"Before she met her now fiancé, we met up again, she proposed giving our relationship another chance." here you felt the air catch in your throat. You looked at him as he kept talking. "shortly after that, she met a fantastic guy and now they're getting married in a month and a half. That also happened shortly after we met."

"Who knew you could be so mature when it comes to feelings?" you said mockingly, nudging your hip against his.

"I don't know why you think I was never serious. I know I've had my share of relationships with different people, but that doesn't mean I'd mess around with anyone’s feelings." And you only realize the words coming out of your mouth after you've shot them. "And Sophia?" He looked at you confused.

"What about her?"

"Are you serious about her?" He sighed and looked down.

"It's complicated." You were hoping for something more, but to no avail. You didn't understand why he always avoided talking or answering about Sophia if they were a couple. Every time you pulled her up, he tensed and avoided contact, looking at you or saying her name. You really had to tell Rosé this, otherwise you feel like you’re going to explode.

Just as you were about to speak again, his phone rang and he answered the call, moving away from you a little. You took this time to wash his glass, clean the dishes, and put them away. When you finished, he was back next to you, albeit at a safe distance. "Sorry, something came up and I have to go." You nodded and followed him to the door. "Are you going out later with the others or are you staying home?"

"Today I'm gonna stay home, catch up with my dad and spend some quality time with him. I didn't come home last week and I want to use this time to be closer to him. After my mom's death I feel like I haven't been with him enough." Jungkook smiled.

"You're a good person smarty pants. Even though he's an adult and knows how to handle his emotions, it's good to have someone like you around. Enjoy your time with him, maybe tomorrow we'll go to our spot with the rest of the group, they miss you aswell." You hugged him as you said goodbye and closed he door, trying to ease your heart.

You don't think you can keep up with this for too long.

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That night you made dinner for your dad. He seemed well, happier and a part of you felt relieved. After Jungkook left, you texted Rosé to let her know you were already in town and to make plans the next day, but she hadn't responded yet. You took the opportunity to finish some work that was overdue until your dad arrived, hanging out with him and now as you were watching TV you remembered something you wanted to talk to him for some time now.

You’ve always been a tattoo and piercing lover and although you always wanted to get one, your dad never liked "body art," as you used to call it. However, after your mother's death, you decided to make a small tribute to her. You already knew the reaction wouldn't be the best, but it doesn't hurt to try… right?

"Dad?" He looks at you. "There's something I want to talk to you about and please let me talk before you interrupt." You could see in his eyes he thought the worst. "You know I've wanted to get a tattoo for a while now and now that Mom's gone, I don't see a better way to honor her than to have something that keeps her even more present in my daily life, and—I really want to do this, even though you don't appreciate it." Your father just looked at you, took your hands and nodded.

"Oh, honey. I don't like it that's a fact but it's your body and you can do whatever you want with it, as long as it's not harmful to you. I want you to be happy and if you really want to do this, then it's up to you. I just ask you to be careful with who you do it with; you know the importance of sanitizing the area and everything." At that moment, you just wanted to jump with excitement.

"Yes, yes, Dad, I know. I know who I'm going to do it with. I have a friend who's a tattoo artist and has a shop around here. I know him well and I have complete trust in his work. Oh, Dad, thank you—thank you—thank you- I love you so much" you said, hugging him tightly.

You spent another hour with him on the couch until you started to get sleppy, so you got up, kissed him goodnight and went to your room. It was 11:06 p.m. and you decided to text Jungkook. 5, 10, 15 minutes later and he still hadn't responded. You really wanted to try to get the tattoo as soon as possible, but maybe it wouldn't be this weekend. You put your phone charging on the nightstand and went to do your skin care, when you came back you had two texts from him.

Kookie: Come over tomorrow around 11:30 a.m. Kookie: Don't forget to eat something! You're getting a tattoo, not taking blood. Don't want your dad to blame me if you feel bad. See you tomorrow x

Needless to say, you barely slept that night

You had managed to talk to Rosé and even tried to convince her to go with you to get the tattoo, but the only thing she said was: You'll be with Jungkook, it'll be fine. Let me know how it goes.

You have to admit, you're a nervous wreck and could barely sleep, wondering if it would hurt or if you could handle the session 'with your best friend'till the end. You had set the alarm for 10 a.m, took a shower, got ready and prepared breaksfast for you and your dad. He was going to leave before you, since he had to be at work at 10:45, meaning you were going for a short walk, not that you minded. On the way, you texted Jungkook saying you were almost there.

It was 11:02 am and you were standing in front of the door, alone, thinking about your life choices. Not a minute had passed when you saw a silhouette open the door, revealing an excited Jungkook. "Hey, Smarty pants, ready? I hope you ate I'm not the one taking you to the hospital for a blood pressure slump or anything like that," he said, laughing. You gave him the middle finger as you walked up to him.

"Is it normal to be nervous? I mean, I guess it is. After all I have no idea what it's like to get a tattoo. what if I move or something?" Jungkook held the door open for you, letting you go in first before closing it again.

"You just have to be quiet and relaxed. If anything you’ll tell me and I'll give you a few minutes before we start again."

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You walked in and the first thing you saw was drawings. There were also several people there, some who looked like customers and others who looked like workers. In the distance, you managed to get a look at Sophia. "Shit," you muttered. Never again did you recall she worked in the same place as him. What if she was the one tattooing you and messed on purpose? No, she didn't seem that type of girl and Jungkook always said she was fine with it and not to worry... so you should believe it, right?

You were so lost in your thoughts, you missed the part where she addressed you with a smile on her lips. "Y/n honey, how long as it been?" You were surprised by her action, but she seemed so sincere that you couldn't help but smile back, hugging her. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, what about you? How are you doing with all these twisted hormonal men?"

"You know how men are but it's going well. They're pretty tamed at this point," she said cheerfully, winking at Jungkook, who just smiled. He seemed uncomfortable about your interaction with her but you weren't going to bring it up.

Jungkook directed you to what you suppose is his work room where he had everything prepared. You had already told him what you wanted, showing him different designs and phrases and he'd made three different sketches to show you. There was one that caught your eye right away and you knew "this is the one." You were going to get it done on the back of your arm and were currently cleaning the area, so he could finally apply the design to your skin and begin the tattoo. "If it hurts, let me know and I'll stop." You nodded.

When you started hearing the needle whizz, you looked at him. "Wait." You took a deep breath, nodded again, "Okay. You better start before I lose my nerve." He chuckled softly, positioned himself and began the process. Initially it didn't hurt, but as he progressed, there were certain areas where you felt a sharper pain, though it was bearable.

"I thought Rosé was coming with you."

"I asked her, but she didn't want to come saying if I were to do this with you I was in good hands." He wrinkled his nose.

"She's right about that." And when that bunny smile of his appeared that was all it took for you to get lost in his features, how focused he was on what he was doing and how sexy he looked.

"Sophia needs a lot of patience to handle so much male energy," you said mockingly. He remained focused on his artwork.

"If she couldn't handle it, believe me, she wouldn't be here." That wasn't what you wanted to hear and you continued trying to dig deeper.

"How are things?" He glanced at you sideways. "Between you too, I mean," he sighed. "Everything's fine."

By the end of the session, neither of you said a word.

After finishing your session with Jungkook, he gave you all the instructions and escorted you to the main room, where you were before. You paid for the service and hugged him goodbye. Shortly after, Sophia came to look at your tattoo, complimenting it. "You did a great job as always Jaykay. That's why you're always so packed." He laughed.

"Practice like me and you'll be packed too."

"I try but there's always someone distracting me." You froze. Sexual jokes between your best friend and his girlfriend weren't something you were eager to hear and before the expression on your face could be noticed by either of them, you decided to walk away from them, waving goodbye.

What were you thinking?

Just because you told Jungkook you had feelings for him, did you think he would miraculously leave Sophia and realize he had feelings for you too, throwing away who knows how much time of his relationship? As you left, you called Rosé who answered on the second beep "I need you"

"I'm coming"

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You arrived at your usual spot first and were sitting at a table waiting for her. Not even 10 minutes later, she appeared, worried, sitting across from you. You looked at her and honestly didn't know where to start, whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm completely brain-dead and I need you to make me open my eyes and leave this illusion behind once and for all." Rosé looked at you confused. "I went to get a tattoo with Jungkook and guess who was there? Sophia, my best friend's girlfriend, the one I feel things that I shouldn't. We were saying goodbye and Sophia comes to say goodbye to me too and see the final result of the tattoo and out of nowhere, they start making sexual jokes in front of me and I couldn't handle it. I had to get out of there before my face gave it all away. I'm being so selfish, my god. Help me forget all of this."

"Talk to him, Y/n. I'm sure he has all the answers to your questions and doubts."

"I did! On his last night at the conference, when we went out to dinner. I told him I liked him and it wasn't just friendship. I explicitly told him I was jealous of Sophia for being able to change his mind when it comes to relationships”

"And he didn't tell you anything?" Pause. "Like, about him and Sophia? Their relationship, or rather, the lack thereof?" You looked at her, unnerved.

"What do you mean? You're confusing me and that's making me even angrier." You let out a heavy breath and put your head on the table, lifting it up shortly after. "You know something I don't, don't you?"

"Baby… I'd like to tell you things, but in this case, I'm not the one who should open my mouth. It's not my place to say anything." You sighed, taking a sip of your drink.

Nothing was adding up and it was driving you crazy.

Close to dinner time, you decided to cook something quick. You were hungry and since your dad would be home a little late from his meetings, you wanted to have everything ready for him. You weren't planning on going out until you received a text from your former coworker, Namjoon. You talked occasionally and today he had invited you to go out for drinks at a local bar near town.

Before saying yes, you texted your dad asking if there was a problem if you hung out with your friends, to which he replied he'd be home later than usual due to work issues and you could go, but to be careful. You jumped on the shower, got dressed quickly and you were picking up your coat when your phone alerted you of an incoming text

Joon: I'm here ;) You: I'll be there in 2

You'd already come here with your group of friends, but with another guy it was a first. You'd known Namjoon for a while and had become good friends. You regretted not being able to balance work with your college schedule. Both your coworkers and the work itself were fantastic and you were so happy to have met amazing people there: Namjoon being one of them.

When you arrived, you sat at a table near the stage, which was currently playing remixes of popular songs of TikTok. You were going to order a black vodka with lemon juice and Joon ordered a Wishkey. You'd felt your phone shake, but you didn't mind looking at it. You knew it wasn't your dad and didn't want to seem rude and be on the phone while Namjoon was talking, so you decided to check it out later.

You and him had been drinking and dancing and were now waiting for another drink when you glanced towards a corner of the bar, you saw a silhouette that looked very similar to Jungkook. You couldn't help but keep staring at the person until you realized it was actually him, along with some of his friends. As fate would have it, he turned around just as you were about to look away and his eyes widened when he saw you. He said something to one of his friends and walked toward you.

"Joon I'll be right back. I'm just gonna say hi to a friend." He nodded, focusing again on the drink in front of him and the music around you. You'd only moved a few feet away when you realized Jungkook was already in front of you. "Ohh h-hi," you smiled

"Hey there." but the only visible detail was his attention between you and Namjoon. "Did you see my calls?"

Calls? "So you were the one calling? I felt my phone vibrate, but I look at it, sorry."

"You left the parlour in a rush this morning and never said anything again. I texted you asking how the tattoo was, you didn't reply so I got worried. Now I see why." This Jungkook wasn't his usual self and it seemed like he was doing his best to keep his mouth shut.

"Ah yeah, sorry. You and Sophia seemed—hmm—entertained in your inside jokes and I remembered I had plans with Rosé afterward and was already late. Meanwhile, Joon invited me for a drink" you said enthusiastically, even though you had no reason to be. He shook his head and glanced back, trying to figure out if his group of friends was still in the same place or not. A moment later, his attention was on you again. "Boys' night?"

"Yes, single boys night." He looked at you and then at Joon, who was in deep conversation with the girl next to him. "Is it just the two of you?” You nodded.

"Yes. Remember when we were still mad and we ran into each other at the movies? He was with me, we worked together for a while and became good friends. He's a wonderful guy."

"I see." He looks at him again, then back at you. "Have fun." Your eyes wandered around the group he was in. It really was just boys.

"Have fun you too. If they're single, you need to talk some sense into them and take care of them." Jungkook's eyes widened a bit and he facepalmed himself.

"Sometimes I forget how naive you are." He smiled at you. "I'll keep my eyes on you. See you around." And just as he entered, he left, calm and collected. What did he mean, naive? Pfft, please, as if.

Dumbass

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After your conversation with Jungkook, you returned to where Namjoon was and he gave you a dirty look. "Is that the one?" You gave him a shove.

"Stop it," he laughed, and you sighed. "Is it that obvious?”

“Very." With that answer, you grunted and finished your alcoholic drink. "I need to forget him." Namjoon tilted his head at you. "Why?"

"Because he's taken. You know the saying: right person, wrong time? That's us." Your gaze searched for Jungkook's silhouette, who was holding a drink and talking to one of his friends. "I wasted my chance."

"That doesn't mean it's a missed oppor-" you interrupted him.

"Let's dance. I came here to have fun, not to dwell on the past." You took his hand and the two of you headed to the dance floor. The music blared, heat emanated from both your bodies and the room itself, beads of sweat began to fall from the immense crowd around you. You felt free, of course, with the drinks you'd already had, the alcohol had already taken over you.

You didn't even care that Namjoon wasn't by your side anymore. He was in your field of vision and was currently dancing with the girl he had previously been talking to. May life go well for at least one of you.

You continued swaying to the music until you felt thirsty. This was the best time to order a nice drink. Honestly, you didn't care today; you'd deal with the consequences tomorrow. You walked past people until you reached the counter, where the bartender quickly served you. With your drink in hand and heading back to the dance floor, you came across with Jungkook in a corner, staring at you. You didn't think twice about going over to him. "What's up, loverboy? What are you doing here alone instead of having fun?"

"I was pondering my choices.”

"And what are they?" He looked at you. "Go home or stay a little longer and dance with someone." You take a sip of your drink, straighten up and adjust your clothes, grabbing his hand.

"I'll decide for you then" And you find yourself effortlessly dragging Jungkook to the dance floor with you. You start dancing, but saw Jungkook still standing there, just watching you. You brought your body closer to his and whispered "Dance with me." When you pulled away a little, you saw him looking at you even more deeply than before. You were about to say something else when he turned you around and pulled you in, your back hitting his chest and his hands on your hips. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath in your ear, your nose flooded with his scent. His grip on your hips was tight, not letting you pull away for a second, and you lost control of your body: the way you danced provocatively against him, how you managed to break free from his hold enough to turn around and face him, arms around his neck.

You didn't expect Jungkook to react so quickly, but he did. He pulled you even closer and had his hands on your waist, holding you as if you were going to slip away at any second. You ran your hands from around his neck to his hair, stroking it as he raised one of his hands to your cheek. Until something inside him clicked and he stopped, pulling away. As he started to make his way through the crowd, you followed him. A few seconds later, you were beside him, outside the bar. When you touched his arm, he pulled away and it stinged you. A lot. Somehow felt like you were having a deja vu.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cross any lines. I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable. I—I understand your situation and if necessary I'll talk to her myself and everything—"

"Talk to who, Y/n?" He sounded irritated again.

"Soph—"

"You still don't get it, do you? I'm single. I told you earlier, single guys night, that counts me in too." He put his hands to his head. "I know what I want, but I don't know what you want and I'm not about to lose you again, so if it's going to ruin something, I'd rather walk away. You've been drinking, tomorrow you'll blame me for something you started and I'll be the bad guy again so please Y/n, whatever you do, do it consciously. You're not the only one who could get hurt by all this." You had no way to answer. Jungkook already knew that so he just added "I'm going home." He walked a few meters and looked at you again sighing "want a ride?"

Before leaving the bar with Jungkook, you warned Namjoon you were leaving. He didn't even ask you who you were going with, knowing the answer as soon as he saw Jungkook walk in the bar earlier, wishing you good luck and lots of action. You just flipped him off. Jungkook was already waiting for you with his car at the door and when you hop in it there was a deadly silence. You were overwhelmed with emotions and the las thing you wanted to do was pushing him away. You needed more time

"Jungkook?" he just humm in response. "Can we go to your place for a bit? My dad isn't home yet and I don't feel like being alone." He looked at you and seemed surprised for a moment, but nodded and turned towards his house.

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Jungkook's house was bigger than you ever imagined. He puts in the key and opens the door, signaling for you to come in. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I think I've had too much to drink today," you chuckle.

"I have water. Do you know what that is?" he said mockingly.

"Shut up." He poured you a glass of water and you sat on the couch. The tension that had been hanging in the air for a while seemed to have eased a little more. Discreetly, you noticed some details of the house, the pictures on the wall matching the black furniture, the simple decoration. There's one picture where Jungkook was still a baby and all you could see was his boba eyes. So cute

"I know"

You were confused. "what?"

"You said I was cute and I said I know. I was very cute. Still am" he smiled. You couldn't deny, he really was. It was almost two in the morning and your dad still haven't said anything. You look over at Jungkook "I'm sorry for making you feel bad earlier"

"You didn't. I was just.. ufff- I was thinking about the time we acted too quickly on our emotions and everything went wrong. You could misinterpret things this time too and the next day you woud end up regretting something. I don't want to lose you Y/n, not again."

"I’m not that drunk Kook. The alchool gave me the courage I needed to do what I wanted since we first met and was too dumb to realize. I missed out on all the good things I could have with you because I was stupid and insecure. Then other girls came in the pictures and I guess that hurt my ego and decided to make you the bad guy because that way it was easier for me to forget you" you got up from the couch just to sit on the table, facing him. "What happened with Sophia?"

Jungkook looked deep in your eyes "We both had other people in our minds." you were waiting for more and when you noticed that'd be all he was gonna say you got mad.

"Seriously? I'm pouring myself to you and that's all you gonna give me? You must be joking" You got up, making your way to the front door when Jungkook's hand stopped you.

"Remember that work thing I had two weeks ago? We were already separated. The time I stayed there was because I wanted to. I didn't need to go to that but I went anyway because it was in the same city you were, near the place you were studying and I used that as an excuse to be with you. Because I missed you, because I've never felt with anyone what I feel when I'm with you, because when I'm with you, everything is better."

You didn't know what to say; there was nothing to say, in fact. This whole confession had surprised you. Everything he felt was what you felt too and you finally got your chance to prove that. You didn't let him say anything else, put one of your hands around his neck, pulling him toward you. He responded immediately to the kiss, pulling you onto his lap so you were on top, his hands roaming from your neck to your back and down to your ass. It was an aggressive, breathless kiss, as if you'd always been waiting for this. Then, one of his hands went straight to your neck to deepen the kiss, his tongue waiting for your permission to enter and like the good girl you are, hungry for more, you gave in. Without a doubt, this was the best kiss you'd ever had in your entire life and you didn't want to stop.

Ever.

You began to grind against him, feeling him grow beneath you. The way he groaned softly between kisses, you knew you had him where you wanted. The way his touch grew hard and the way he helped you move your waist so the friction was better gave him away. He was losing control and so were you and one thing you knew: you weren't going to be the one backing down this time.

He grabbed your ass with both hands and lifted you up, never breaking the kiss, heading toward what you assumed was his bedroom. Meanwhile, you managed to unbutton his shirt, already wet from the antecipation of what was about to happen. When you got to his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot, placing you on top of him on his bed. He took off the rest of his shirt and tossed it to a corner of the room, focusing his attention and energy on your own clothes and how much he wished they were on the floor. Then he stopped. Shit

He couldn't do it. In a way, it felt like he was taking advantage of you. You were new to this, you deserved better than just one moment of sex, especially one that started with alcohol. And as much as he wanted to rail you on his matress he had to make you stop, even if it was the most painful decision he had to make. Between kisses, he called your name "we need to stop," but you didn't.

"Why?" you said biting his bottom lip.

"I want you so bad Y/n, but not like this." You stopped and looked at him seriously. "I'm not drunk I promise and no, I won't regret it the next day or the day after. I've wanted this for a long time. Please Kook, ruin me, use me as you may please. I wanna know what it feels like to be loved by you, even if it is just for tonight” He couldn't say no, not after you looked at him with all that lust. That was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.

He kissed you again, moving down to your neck, biting and sucking so hard there you were sure would leave a mark. His nimble hands removed your shirt and the strapless bra you were wearing, attacking your breasts sucking them gently. You couldn't stop moaning, burying your hands in his hair and pulling him back to you. With one hand, he pinned your hands above your head while the other tried to unbutton your pants. When he succeeded, he slowly moved down, leaving a trail of kisses from your breasts to your waist.

Reaching the hem of your unbuttoned pants, he quickly removed them, leaving you with nothing but your black lace panties. He was hungry, and not for food. Jungkook couldn't remember feeling this turned on by someone and it was driving him insane. "I've waited so long for this moment I think one false move and I'll cum right away."

"As long as I'm the one causing it it's okay, we can do it again later." Since when did you become so bold? Not even you knew this version of yourself. With Peter, you never felt this way, but with Jungkook, you couldn't stop wondering what his next move would be. Slowly, he kissed you near the top of your panties and with his mouth he lowered them, his eyes on you. Once you were free of that garment, he attacked your lips again, this time sliding one of his hands to your sensitive spot making you moan into his mouth. When you realized, he was already sensually going down your waist to your pussy, passing his tongue over your sweet spot and you couldn't help but hold your breath. Fuck, that was so good. You were in heaven, literally.

He worked his tongue faster and faster, his eyes never leaving yours. Your hands in his hair, pressing it deeper into the spot you wanted. When you thought it couldn't get any better, you felt him insert a finger inside you. Although you tensed at first, the burning sensation turned to pleasure as he thrusted in and out while eating you out. When he felt you relax he inserted a second and finally a third finger. At this point, you were already a moaning mess filled with pleasure. The way he ate you out and fucked you with his fingers was indescribable, something you never imagined sex could convey, but you should know by now that Jungkook isn't just anyone.

"How do you feel, baby?" His raspy voice made you imagine a thousand things he could do to you and you wouldn’t even mind. “Let yourself go baby. Give it to me."

"Ohh god, that's fantastic- ohh Kook don-- gosh don't stop I'm gon-" You didn't finish the sentence as an orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. You never had one like this before, not even when you pleasured yourself. While recovering from your high you heard him speak, voice low "tell me to stop, because if we don't now I won't be able to stop later." to which you replied "then don't stop at all." That was all he needed to hear.

While he went to get a condom, you were now on your knees on the bed. As he approached the edge of the bed, you pulled him toward you, kissing him and making him lie down where you were before. Now it was his turn to experience what you were capable of.

Unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, you turned your attention to his neck, sucking on the small mole he had there. Then you started licking him down his stomach to his private area. He was already hard and you wasted no time grabbing his cock, giving it a few pumps and taking it in your mouth, sucking gently. From the way he moaned and threw his head back, you could tell he was enjoying it. You felt him almost cumming until he stopped you, pulling you up and kissing you aggressively.

"I want to feel what it's like to be inside you." Then he flipped you over and was on top again, with your legs spread wide for him. He put on the condom. "Are you sure you want this? I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Yes Kook. I want you all inside me, in every possible way" There was no need to wait any longer. He positioned himself at your entrance and delicately sought out your lips, kissing you as he slowly entered you. You won't deny it, it felt like you were having your first time all over again, it hurt like hell.

Jungkook must have noticed because he asked you if you wanted to stop. "No, just go slowly" and he did. Slowly, he entered you completely, letting you adapt to his size, pulling out before entering you again. After a few times, what had once been pain began to become pleasurable over time and at your signal, he started to speed up. Now you were on all fours with Jungkook's hand on your pussy and the other on your throat, thrusting so hard it felt like he was going to pierce you with his dick. You'd never felt anything like this and somehow you knew he was going to ruin the way you viewed sex now.

After several orgasms, positions, bites and scratches, it was Jungkook's turn to cum, releasing into the condom. He then helped you clean up, drew you a hot bath to relax your muscles, giving you some new clean clothes, not that they would last long on your body. After resting a bit and preparing something to eat, you two were ready for round two and he was back inside you, this time at the kitchen counter. You knew the next morning you wouldn't be able to walk

and you didn't mind that at all

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