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GOOD KITTEN- Jimin pet play smut (requested)

REQUESTED- Jimin pet play smut...u nasty ;);)...but I hope this is what you were looking for bc I had no inspiration Genre: smut just pure porn dudes Word count: 4.6k You had always been best friends with Taehyung. Close enough that his college friends soon became your own. You met Jimin your freshman year, Tae's second year, at a frat party. There was too much alcohol and smoke clouding your senses to really get to know Jimin that night. But being the sweet boy he was, he invited you to their dorm. He roomed with Tae, and another, Jungkook. You spent many hours in their dorm, playing video games, eating food you'd be sure the boys would be fat from by now, and helping them with their majors. Watching Jungkook and Jimin dance, listening to Tae's honey voice. Time spent at the boy's dorm was always something you valued. And outside wasn't any different. The clubs, the parties, the random locations, the road trips, and even the midnight pranks you all partook in. You recalled one specific night when you and Jimin were alone. Taehyung and Jungkook had gone to buy eggs, a vital ingredient in Tae's new cake experiment. You sat on the kitchen counter, legs dangling over as your bare thighs touched the cool marble surface. Jimin had emerged fresh from the shower. "Where'd they go?" He asked simply, making his way to a cabinet. His wet black hair shone under the kitchen lights. He reached in for the cereal. "The store. Tae wants to make some massive cake thing or something.. I don't know." Was all you replied. You didn't detach your eyes from the magazine in your lap. You legs swung back and forth, your heels occasionally hitting the wood cabinets beneath. Jimin poured his cereal. "For fucks sake, (Y/N), can you put some pants on if your gonna sit on our kitchen counter." You sneered at him, still not looking away from the glossy pages. "Oh please like you don't enjoy me pants less in your own house." Jimin only rolled his eyes as he finished putting the boxed cereal away. His bowl sat on the counter, filled of milk as he made his way to you. His warm hands suddenly gripped at your knees. You looked up from the magazine, your head flying fast. He kneaded them slightly as he stared into your eyes. The hands slowly began sliding up your cold thighs. His body heat spread up your legs, making you shiver from the contact. "Jimin." His eyes were twisted shut as he rubbed circles into your upper thighs with his small thumbs. "Yeah?" He sighed. His lips were dangerously nearing your collar bone. The large t-shirt had been down far enough to cover your crotch, but not your upper neck area. "What're you doing?" You asked in an annoyed tone. The bitterness in your voice quickly faded as he attached his lips to your collar bone. The thick, plump lips made their way around your bone. Sucking, licking, and soft bites. You gasped against his touch. Your hands gripped the magazine. You thought you had ripped the pages. His assault on your thighs never ceased. He only dug harder, your gasps fueling his fantasies. Your hands flew up to his hair. Your fingers tangled into the black locks as you searched for purchase other than the magazine. "Jimin-ah." You moaned this time. Jimin pulled away, surprised by the sudden moan and your fingers encompassed in his hair. You pouted slightly as you wished for the contact back. The boy only smirked as you sat, waiting. He dropped to his knees, his head just barely above the counter. He smiled against your thighs as he peeled the long, black t-shirt up. The fabric slowly exposed the purple lace panties underneath. Your legs threatened to close as you struggled from the anticipation. Your breath hitched as his breath neared your, now, dripping core. "Ah. Ah..Jimin please." You cooed, your voice no longer angry. All of your defenses gone. You couldn't lie against your attraction to the sweet boy. He smiled against your heat, as his lips made contact. Your clothed clit pulsated under his touch as breathy whines left your mouth, a silent plea. He pulled away suddenly. He sighed as he turned back to the cereal bowl lying, neglected, on the counter across from you. "Naughty naughty." He sang as the bowl was cradled into his hands. He began walking past you and out into the dorm living room. "Maybe next time, kitten." He whispered darkly in your ear as he passed. You shivered at the name. Your heat quivered beneath you, the pool in your panties and the irritation in your lower abdomen, left vacant and unsatisfied. You had spent your whole next saturday shopping in the main city near your campus. You ventured in and out of several malls. Searching for the store that had just what you were looking for. You stumbled upon a smaller mall, one you were skeptical of its availability because of its size. You entered anyways, desperate to find the perfect one. The mall was the second to last on your list, and the day was growing late. Darkness set in as you found the shop you were searching for. Your hands swept across the racks of clothing, colors and textures ranging from black, to pastel. Lace, to silk. A woman, looked to be in her fifties, approached you. "Do you need any help miss?" She asked sweetly, her tone much more welcoming than any of the other chain stores you had entered. You perked up at her. "Yes, in fact." You spoke, matter of factly. "What do you have that screams "kitten" in a kinky way?..And." You dug into your store bag from an earlier purchase. "Some thing that matches this." You said as you held the pink collar in your hands. The leather was dyed a pastel pink, the middle clasping together at a metal heart shape. The woman smiled gently. "Interesting." She said. She only gestured for you to follow as she made her way deeper into the store. There was a hallway leading to a smaller room you were previously unaware of. "This." She said, waving her hand over the room. "Is where you'll find what you're looking for." You gazed at the wide array of pastel colors. From blues, to grays, to pinks. Each clothing item hung from within your reach, to up high on the walls. There were numerous toys around. Collars and leashes and ties. You smiled at the collection. "I think this'll be perfect. Thank you." You bowed to her. "One thing." She suggested. You followed again as she led you to a corner of the room. "Tying up acceptable?" She asked calmly. Her demeanor was extremely professional. "Yes." You said behind her. She reached onto a higher shelf, grabbing another pink leather item. She spun around on her heels. She held the item out to you. "Leather handcuffs. Matching your collar." You smiled taking the toy into your hands. "I think this will be more than perfect, thank you." You bowed yet again. She smiled warmly back at you. "I'm sure you'll find anything else you're looking for in here. Let me know if you need anything." You nodded as she left the room. She entered the main floor, leaving you behind. You weren't expecting to find toys in a mall lingerie store, but you were more than thrilled, to say the least. The pink handcuffs remained tight in your grip as you searched the seemingly endless racks of clothes. You finally picked out the cutest one you could think. You were permitted to try it on, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly. The dull, lace pink matched well your other mischievous items. "Have fun." The elder woman said with a subtle wink as you checked out. You smirked at your devious plan, carrying the bags out of the store and towards your home. You pulled the naughty outfit of its bag later that night. The pink lace top was tied tightly around your shoulders, forming little bows on top of them. You also tied the pink and white corset against your waist. It sucked in your abdomen, making you appear skinnier and curvier. Your breasts hung out through the cutouts. You slipped on the matching panties before clipping on the straps that connected to the stockings from the bottom of the corset. The stockings reached up to your knees, the pink sheen fabric easily see through. You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring your curves and shapes. You felt scared, excited, yet strangely confident at once. With a final glance, you exited the bathroom, grabbing a robe on the way out. You entered into the living room. You sat on the old couch, cuffs and collar sitting on the table nearby. You waited anxiously on the worn leather couch for Jimin to arrive. You asked Jungkook and Tae what their weekend plans were. "Some more cake stuff." Tae said smugly with a wink, referring to your instance with Jimin. You only told them to fuck off, and not to come back until way later, or the next morning. You didn't care which, only wanting Jimin to be all to yours for the evening. It was nearing eight now, the city skyline in the distance shone brightly through the window. The dark sky sat peacefully. Your thumbs twiddled nervously as you waited, hoping he'd come home. He was said to arrive from dance practice anytime between seven-thirty and eight. Now being the butt of the time, you worried he'd stayed later. Or had other plans. Your fears were put to rest, however, when the front door was unlocked and opened. It was eight-twenty two. "It's about time, Oppa~" You sang in the same sarcastic tone he had back in the kitchen. You heard things being dropped and items moved around. "(Y/N)?" Jimin's surprised tone rang through the hall. He rounded the corner, eyes peering straight at your figure on the couch. "What're you doing here?" He asked as he walked to the front of the couch. He sat down on the same one as you, only leaving a seat between the two of you. He faced you, one arm resting across the back of the furniture. You sat, crossed legged, facing him as he faced you. The velvety black and red robe hung over your crossed legs. "Just get out of the shower?" He asked, hands gesturing to your gown. You shook your head. Your fingers twirled around nervously as you contemplated what to say next. "(Y/N)?" "Yeah?" Your slightly anxious tone betrayed you. "Are you.. okay?" He asked cautiously, afraid of your emotion. You took a deep breath, swallowing back all of your fear. Sucking in the cool air that gave you a new sense of bravery. Your confidence began to peak through as you attempted to appear sexy. A smirk appeared on your lips. "Oh.. I'm perfectly fine." Your tone was seductive, and mysterious. Jimin's breath hitched slightly, as he uncomfortably shifted. His hand gripped the back of the couch. The fibers curled beneath him. You leaned forward, your crossed legs remaining in their previous position as your upper half neared the boy. Your cheek nearly rested on this shoulder as your lips curled up to his ear. You placed a small kiss behind the shell, before licking around it. "I think you'll be one who's not fine." You growled into his ear before pulling away. He gasped lightly as your actions. And at the flash of cleavage along with a slight view of something pink as you pulled away. The robe was betraying you. You sat back upright in your original position. Your smirk remained. You then brought your hands to the tie of the robe, half way down your torso. The velvet ties came undone in a smooth motion as your hands moved slowly. Once open, you easily slid the cover off over your shoulders, exposing the ties of the naughty outfit. Your hands still clutched the robe to your breasts, not exposing them yet. You sat up on your knees, kicking one leg out. Your stockings along with the ropes that attached just to the bottom of the corset were revealed. The pastel pink panties taunting Jimin's eyes. You smiled. "You said next time. Well.." You leaned forward again, yet keeping your head a good distance from his. Your hooded eyes looked back at him from the nearer proximity. "Here's your next time, I've been a good kitten." You cooed sweetly, sounding innocent, yet so dirty. Jimin's swallowed as his throat became dry. "You've been a good kitten, yea?" He asked through his lust filled eyes. The dark pupils even darker than they usually appeared to be. His bangs hung low, sweaty and sticky against his forehead. They hung into his eyes. "Mmm yes." You hummed as you closed your eyes. You wagged your ass in the air behind you at you placed your hands down on his large thighs, now being on all fours. The robe hung open, your exposed breasts barely visible. Jimin tugged at the edges of the fabric. "Let's get this off, kitten." He groaned. You complied silently, a quiet whimper escaping your lips. He gripped at the black, tearing it down your shoulders. You helped him the rest of the way by sliding it off your back. It was soon easily discarded on the floor nearby. Your pastel, laced, pink outfit was fully exposed. Jimin drank in the sight of your body. As you sat on all fours, ass high in the hair behind you. Your breasts hung down through the cutouts. The corsets slimmed you and made your hips prominent. He ran his fingers along the fabric of your sides, caressing from your hips to the sides of your breasts, and back down again. "You look so nice for me kitten." He praised you. You shivered again like in the kitchen at the nickname. Something about the pet name excited you unlike anything before. You dug your fingers into his thighs as you begin sliding them up and down the large muscles. "Be a good kitten and suck daddy's cock for him, yea?" He asked in a strangely polite manner as he stroked your hair. He tucked few strands behind your ear. You simply nodded as you leaned down further. Your ass moved higher in the air, giving Jimin the perfect view. You unbuttoned his pants, and began unzipping them. Eager to touch him, you neglected any teasing, going straight to rip his pants off. The denim fabric was pulled down to his lower thighs. His boxers being the only obstacle left. You could see his length straining through the fabric. You palmed him lightly, feeling the already extremely hard muscle. Your fingers looped in the waistband, pulling it back with a snap before pulling them down. His erection sprang free against his lower abdomen as you moved the fabric lower to meet his pants. Once all obstacles were removed, your fingers danced their way back up his thighs. You stroked lightly up his length with one single finger. A single stripe from the base to his tip. You swirled the finger around the top, swirling the precum with it. "Come on kitten, open your mouth." He demanded in a sing song tone. You complied, sticking your tongue out and copying the same motion you did with your index finger. Once at the top, you swirled your tongue around his tip. You could slightly taste the precum as you spread it around, lubricating him further. You opened your mouth, stretching it wide for him. His length was a stretch to fit inside, you struggled to take him all the way. You bobbed your head back and forth, taking as much of him as you could. His tip brushed against where your throat began. It threatened to gag you. You kept at a teasingly slow pace, flattening your tongue and licking stripes you you did. Occasionally your tongue would swirl around his length while you hallowed your cheeks. He threw his head back in pleasure. Loud moans of your name rolled off his tongue. "Ah..ah fuck, (Y/N)." He cursed, gripping into your hair. He pulled roughly as he guided your head. He quickened your pace forcefully. Tears formed at the edges of your eyes as he pushed faster, and began thrusting as well. His tip was now forcing its way down your throat as he fucked your face. Your nose was hitting against his lower abdomen as you struggled for air. He finally pulled away, fingers leaving your hair and cock leaving your mouth. But not for your gagging or choking, but simply because he was close. One thumb stroked along your cheek bone, rubbing away a tear. "Mmm." He sighed. "You're so good kitten." His arms had then reached to pick you up. He grasped around your waist, fingers digging into the pink lace covered flesh. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Your arms also came to wrap around his body, as you settled on his neck. He carried you toward his bedroom of the dorm, all while deeply kissing you. His tongue ravaged your mouth. Easily dominating your tongue, searching and exploring every part of your mouth, and leaving you breathless with his little teases. The licks, the lip bites, the gasps. You whined at the loss of contact as he threw you onto his bed. Your back arched up as you bounced back from the mattress under you. You laid, watching and ready as he peeled off his shirt. His pants and boxers that were already falling down, also removed. His toned chest and abs flexed as he moved above you. Your fingers ran along his skin, shiny with sweat. He glared back at you through his lust hooded eyes. His facial features were dark and mysterious, or maybe that was the lighting in the room. "I love the way you look in this kitten, but I'm sure you'd look even better with it off." You only nodded in approval as he began untying the bows on your shoulders. Easily, they came undone, releasing the pink laced top from your body. He threw it aside as it landed somewhere in the dorm room. His fingers slowly trailed down your sides, tickling you, as he reached for the back of the corset. One by one he undid the its ties until the tight material loosened. You took a deep breath at the new found freedom. He unclipped the strap connecting to your leggings. He also discarded that item of clothing, leaving your entire upper half completely bare. He caressed your thighs next as he moved his whole body down. His fingers looped into the pastel panties, pulling them down with him as he continued moving downward. The panties were slid down your legs as your raised them to assist. Another piece of your lingerie set carelessly discarded. He stared at your pulsating heat. His tongue darted out, licking his lips as his face was just inches away. "I bet you taste great kitten." You squirmed at his words, silently begging him to just do it. You so badly wanted to rub your thighs together in attempt to relieve any sort of pressure. But you knew Jimin would not allow. His fingers gripped into your thighs as they had back in the kitchen that day. Small circles were rubbed into your flesh, reminding you of how this all started. His face neared like before. He took one finger, rubbing it up and down you slit, just as you had done with one finger to tease him earlier. You gasped, throwing your head back at the pure pleasure. It wasn't enough to satisfy you, however. "Jimin, ah ... Jimin please." You begged. His finger only slid down further, suddenly circling around your entrance. Your hands gripped at the sheets, knuckles white as you burned with anticipation. He slowly entered his one finger, thrusting it in and out just as slow. His tongue came to lick flat striped against your clit. The sensations sent your mind into a flurry, but not enough to make you orgasm. You pushed your hips up, causing more friction against his tongue. "Jimin-ah please." You begged louder. He threw his free hand up to your hips, placing his palm flat against you. "Don't move kitten, or you won't get what you're begging for." You groaned as you threw your head back against the pillow. Your hips settled down, listening to Jimin's commands. He entered another finger, this time a little faster. His tongue now swirled in circles around your clit, rougher than before. The combined pleasures were enough to make you scream his name. You were just thankful the other boys weren't home. He gradually picked up the pace of his fingers. Thrusting in and out and in and out. Occasionally hooking the digits upwards, searching for your spot. His tongue remained the same, the rough onslaught to your swollen clit. Your pants were loud, louder than the explicit slurping noises from beneath you as Jimin drank in your taste. You could feel the knot forming low in your stomach. Your walls began clenching around his fingers as you whined. Your moans became louder and louder, mixed with begs for him not to stop. You clenched your eyes shut tightly as your release neared. But of course, he pulled away. You practically screamed at the loss. Your release so close, you were right on the edge. You shook, feeling empty and unsatisfied. "Jimin." You protested, angrily. He leaned over you again, only to flip you over. You strattled him, knees held on each side of his. His hands roughly gripped your hips. "That's daddy to you." You looked back at him, annoyed with his previous antics. But you complied knowing it was the only way to get what you wanted. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'll be a good kitten from now on I promise." He placed your entrance over his tip, forcing your hips to swing back and forth. The friction caused you to snap your head up. Sinful moans escaped your lips. "Then be a good kitten and tell daddy what you want." "Ah.. I-I want you to f-fuck me, daddy." You rolled your hips down slightly further. You both hissed. "Please." He suddenly forced your hips down. Your body slammed against his as you sat, his whole length inside of you. You placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself and grow accustomed to his length. The stretch was a little much. You nodded against him, telling him to move. His grip on your hips remained as he thrust up into you. You helped, using the strength of your thighs to bounce yourself up and down on him. His thrusts met halfway with yours, intensifying the pleasure. Your hands dug roughly into his shoulders, leaving bruises for sure. He moaned against your chest, as you moaned his name. His hips snapped up into yours roughly. You suddenly began slowing down, remembering your true purpose. He pulled back, opening his once tightly shut eyes. His confused gaze stared back at you. "I-In the living room." You gasped between deep breaths. "I have something." He only nodded in confusion and excitement as you removed yourself from him. You groaned at the empty feeling once off, but you knew it would be worth it. You returned into the room seconds later. Cuffs in hand, collar around neck. Jimin watched your naked figure saunter back into the room, your hips swaying delightfully. He didn't notice the new items until you spun the hand cuffs around one finger with a smirk on your face. You moved up to straddle him again. His fingers looped inside the metal heart, pulling your neck against him. His lips attached to your skin. He sucked harshly, leaving multiple marks. "Daddy?" You sighed. His lips ghosted over your skin lightly. "Yes?" You deepened your tone to sound more seductive. "Tie me up." His lips were removed from your skin as quickly as they had attached. He flipped you off him, laying you down on your back. You raised your arms above you, waiting eagerly for him. He loomed over you once again, placing the pink cuffs around your wrists. The metal chain connecting the two cuffs was placed behind a post of the headboard to restructure you. You leaned forward, only to be pulled back by the restraints. He moved down, placing himself right at your entrance. His hands ran up from your hips to you breasts, his fingertips tickling you lightly. You whined as he kneaded your breasts. "You've been such a good kitten for daddy." His words trailed off as his fingers also slid off your breasts. His hips had suddenly snapped against you, forcing himself inside. You gasped loudly, nearly screaming at the sudden stretch. Soon the moment of pain faded as he pounded into you. The immense pleasure washed over your body as he thrusted into you. His tip brushed against your g-spot ever so lightly on occasion. The split moment when it did made you scream louder. Your fingers curled as your wrists strained against the leather. It was exhilarating to have you hands bound, letting Jimin have his complete way with you. His fingers curled around the curves of your hips. He dug deeply, surely to leave bruises. His hips relentlessly pounded into yours as screams and moans and pants filled the room. Your walls closed around him as you felt your release nearing yet again. "I-I'm cl..ose." You said in a strangled voice. Jimin's thrusts became rougher, faster, deeper. You screamed out as your head twisted in all directions. "Please.. l-let me come daddy." You begged as his torture on your lower half continued. He only grunted in response, focused on chasing his own high. His hips continued to roll into yours deeper and harder. The pace making you scream. Your walls continued to clench around him. He moaned your name. "You're so tight and so.. ah fuck (Y/N)." You arched your back off the bed, straining the cuffs so hard you were sure they'd break. A white filter covered your eyes as they screwed shut. You entire lower body shook as your release hit you. You came hard around him. He moaned loudly as your walls squeezed him tightly. He continued thrusting. He chased his own orgasm, sending you into overstimulation. You gripped handcuffs tighter, the overstimulation pain too much to handle. A few thrusts later he groaned as his release spilled inside you. You sighed at the end of the thrusts. You relaxed, tired and exhausted. Jimin pulled out, rushing to the bathroom to grab somethings to clean you up. He helped you undo the cuffs, handing you the tissues. You thanked him, cleaning yourself up as he hid the toys and lingerie before anyone else came home. You put the robe on, tying it tightly around your waist as you sat on the edge of the bed. Jimin entered in the room again, the objects hidden. "Uh..your collar." You reached up, unclipping the metal heart. You threw it across the room to him. He caught it in one hand, rushing out to hide it with the others. Once everything was taken care of, he closed the door behind him. He took out a new pair of boxers and loose t-shirt. He put on the sleepwear and slipped into the bed. "Come." He patted the pillow next to him. "Cuddle with me."

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OUR LOVE IS WORTH MORE THAN A LETTER - (Chanyeol X Baekhyun)

Genre: romance, fluff, angst                                                                             Word Count: 13.4k

Do you remember what it's like to feel completely free? Has any moment in your life left you so absolutely carefree that you wish you could go back? 

 Some wish for that high, not the kind of artificial. The kind where they listen to music, walk through the starry night, and feel completely peaceful. 

 I know I search this constantly. Those who search for a greater, better meaning in life then the superficial that is presented before them. Sometimes I believe I that I can truly be accepted, truly free, truly happy when these moments flood my reality. 

 But that's the thing, it's not reality. 

 ~~~~

 "Where's Blake?" The small blonde girl asked. Her curls bounced higher than herself when she jumped to reach the counter. 

 The dark marble kitchen island strained at her force of trying to peer above. It strained at the heavy boy sitting atop it. 

 A young boy sat on this counter. Here, he hid from his younger sister. The games they played, he hoped he brought the happiness to his sibling that the world could not. 

 At least the world they lived in.

 The dark haired, tan skinned, fiery passionate boy smirked and the pure, blonde girl continued straining to reach the top. 

 "Blake." She whined, drawing her syllables out. "Blake I'm scared!" 

 The brunette hopped downwards, his soles slamming into the hard, wooden floor. He brushed himself off, straightening his auburn colored shirt. "You're not scared, there's not but a single reason for you to be scared." 

 He walked away quickly, swaying his hips to the light music playing in the background. It swam throughout the house, filling it with smooth words and hard beats. The words not understandable. 

 He spun many times, his hair swinging with him in time to the lyrics. He hummed the tune to himself, for the lyrics he did not know. 

 The blonde followed behind quickly. "Blake I'm hungry now." 

 Blake bent downwards, his soft hands snaking up the younger's face. He pushed her cheeks together, a silly expression appearing. 

 He smiled into the young girl's eyes. His head tilted slightly as he pondered. "What would you like to eat Cher?"  

 ~~~

 That night, Blake feared the moment Jisoo arrived home. 

 He never referred to her as his own mother. In his mind, she wasn't anything a mother should be. 

 Cher laid in her bed, almost asleep, eyes fluttering. Blake sat on the old couch. The small television flickered before him. Mindless news played.

 A topic of war politics played. Jisoo unlocked the door, it clicked as she turned the nob. The door opened quietly, and Blake wouldn't have known she was there hadn't been for her heels. 

 "When will there be any peace?" Blake whispered. "Excuse me?" Jisoo asked, stumbling into the living room. There was a step down from the foyer. She missed it. As usual.

 Blake sighed as he turned off the war show. "Nothing." 

 He turned to face his drunken mother, who had crashed into the small recliner. One of her black heels were broken, her netted leggings ripped in various locations, short skirt pulled up even shorter, and shirt buttoned down further than it should have been. 

 "How was "work"?" Blake asked in a sarcastic tone. 

 Jisoo made gagging noises as she leaned over the recliner. "If you vomit, I'm not cleaning it." 

 He stepped over the struggling figure, reaching into her shirt. He fumbled with the red laced bra. Inside was a small wad of money. 

 "I'll be takin' care of this." Blake stated. He began exiting the room. Jisoo whipped her body around, using the recliner as leverage. She stretched her arm out. 

 "No! Please don't! I need it!" She screeched, drawing out her syllables just like the girl decades younger than her. 

 "No." The brunette said, turning around slowly. He faced his mother, looking her straight in the eyes. "We need it." He yelled louder than intended. He pointed to himself, his thumb stabbing his chest.

 Above, Cher stirred.

 ~~~

 "Mother?" And there was silence.

 "Mom?" And there was more silence.

 The young boy placed his bag on the hook that stayed attached to the wall near the front door. He kicked off his shoes. 

 "I’m home." He said in his native tongue. But there was still silence. 

 He walked slowly through the house, feeling his way through the slight darkness. He was not yet fully familiar with his new home.

 "Mom?" He yelled louder, again in native tongue. But there was more silence. 

 He kicked open the door to his room and placed himself on his bed. The futon bounced beneath his weight upon landing. Miniscule particles of dust rose from the blankets and became visible in the small streak of light coming from the single window of the room. 

 He stared back up at the ceiling. He ran over his vocabulary learned only some one hour ago. He could barely remember the words.

 He wasn't even sure how he had retained English at all. He convinced himself he was too stupid. And his mother helped. 

 "Yeol? Are you home?" The woman yelled in Korean. 

 "Yes it's me." 

 A small clicking noise of flat shoes danced through the halls. The sounds progressively became louder. And louder.

 The short, thin, and wrinkled woman rounded the doorway corner. Her eyes hung low, bags prominent beneath them. Her hair was in a frizz, unable to be told if in a bun or not. 

 She rubbed her eyes, letting the small amount of sunlight in the room adjust. It was dark everywhere else in the house.

 "How was school?" She asked. 

 The boy flipped himself over from lying on his back. He now laid out on his stomach, elbows propped up in front of him. He faced his mother.

 "It was fine." Was all he stated. She rolled her eyes at him as she folded her arms in discontent.

 "Yah! Why don't you answer me properly? How was your school? Did you learn? Did you make friends? Did you have fun?" She asked in an angry tone. Her voice was almost that of a yell. 

 "Eh, eh mother! I did fine! I learn every day." 

 "And your friends?" 

 "Don't have any." 

 The woman unfolded her arms. She pushed herself off the doorway she was leaning on, and slowly made her way to her son. Her arms slithered around his neck as she sank into the mattress. 

 "You'll make friends eventually." She soothed, her nose nestled behind his ear. 

 Chanyeol closed his eyes. He took deep breathes, enjoying the moment. His mother hardly ever touched him in a compassionate way. She rarely spoke to him out of concern. 

 She must have been quite sober, and in quite a good mood.

 Yeol breathed heavily, unwrapping her arms. He sat up, crossing his legs over each other. He faced his door instead of his mother, who sat at his side, facing him.

 His fingers crawled their way across his sheets, meeting his mother's hand. Her fingers instantly intertwined with his.

 "I'll be okay mother. I promise." She nodded silently next to him. 

 ~~~~

 There are exactly twenty-one and a half squares of sidewalk between Blake's house, and his bus stop.

 The lines that separate each slab of concrete, represent a new square. He counts them every day as he walks. 

 Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. 

 He was about to take another step, when an unfamiliar shoe stood in his way. The shoes were strangely designed, and an ugly gray color. 

 "Twenty o-!" He stopped. His movement came to a halt as he looked at the shoe. He didn't move for many seconds.

 "Am I in way?" A small, quiet voice asked. 

 The shoes shuffled back a little.

 Blake and Cher were typically the first ones to arrive at the stop. To see others was rare. And those who were ever early were their neighbors. But they always sat on the curb. 

 Blake finally looked up, seeing the unfamiliar face. The large boy continued shuffling backwards as he looked. Stunned. 

 "I'm Chanyeol. I'm new." He spoke. His hand was outstretched, palms and fingers opened. 

 Blake straightened his body up from its slightly hunched position. His hands were sweaty as the humid air surrounded them both and locus hummed in the distant trees.

 He wiped his hands on his pants. 

 "Um. Blake. I'm Baekhyun. Technically." He said back. His hand touched the other boy's as they gave each other a firm shake. Yeol was surprised by his strength. 

 Their hands slowly slid out of each other's, their grips loosening. "Nice to meet you." He stated his easily learned, standard, typical greeting. His head bowed slightly out of habit. 

 "You too." Was all that was replied. 

 Blake swung his right leg around, bouncing to face the street. He gripped his bag straps tightly. 

 The morning was lit only by the small amount of blue sunlight to their left, along with the yellow street lights. The street was pitch black in the dim lighting, and the houses around were all dark. 

 There was a light breeze in contrast to the disgustingly humid air. Locus buzzed in the background. And there was a slight smell of rain, though no clouds were yet visible.

 "Where do you live?" Yeol asked him. He was nervous talking to someone new. And someone so attractive. 

 He knew English, but not like native speakers did. He messed up occasionally, and often his accent made him sound funny. 

 Blake looked at him for a second before turning back to his right, from the direction he came. He raised his hand in a point. 

 "The brown house next to the green one. The one with the chairs on the porch." His finger danced around the silhouette of his house while the other boy watched him.

 His tanned skin and dark, messy hair was amazing to him. His ethnicity was clearly Asian, but his complexion was much darker than that of normal. He liked his skin.

 In Korea, beauty was pale as possible. Simple skin care products always had whitening agents. 

 But Blake. His skin was so flawless and tan. The dark dazzled him. He was littered with freckles around the face and limbs. They made him even more cute to Yeol.

 To him, he was the most attractive person he'd ever seen.

 Blake spun back around, facing Yeol. "What about you?" He asked casually, unaware of the dazed boy. 

 "Uh. The grey house there." Yeol said nodding across the street. Directly in front of them. 

 "Ah I see, I see. There used to be an elder lady that lived there. She died and her son moved in for a little while to fix up the house. Been on sale for only about a month. Can't believe you're already moved in." 

 Yeol looked at him, stunned.

 "Don't worry it's not haunted or anything. She died on vacation in Cambodia." He tried to reassure the worry-faced boy.

 There was an awkward silence from then on between the teens. Others started to pour in to the small area, waiting for their ride to school. Yeol looked uncomfortable amid the large crowd that began forming. He shuffled his way to the back, avoiding everybody. 

 "Is this your first day of school?" Blake whispered to him. Yeol shook his head.

 "My mom took me yesterday. She wanted to talk with principle." 

 "Oh okay." Blake nudged him a little. "You know..." he continued whispering. "On this bus, I'm the big kid. I always get the back two seats. You can sit there with me." 

 Yeol turned his head to the left, looking down at the eyes peering back at him through a black mess. He winked. And Yeol stopped breathing for a second.

 ~~

 And they did ride together. Blake in one back seat, Yeol in the other. They continued their awkward conversation. They tried to know each other better.

 The entire day, Yeol stuck close to Blake. They didn't have all classes together, but there were some. They even had the same lunch.

 Blake introduced him to his friends at his table. 

 "Guys! This is a new kid! His name is Yeol and he's from..." Blake had spun around, giving him a questioning look. "Korea." He mouthed back. "Korea!" He yelled while spinning back around. 

 Everyone at the table loved him. They accepted him. And it was the first time in a long time for him.

 They walked home together, the two boys blossoming a friendship in a matter of hours. 

 "Uh thanks." Yeol said hesitantly. "For… today." Blake kicked measly pebbles out of his way and into the grass. "No problem." He casually returned.

 They stopped at their normal bus stop from the morning. Their stop was different in the afternoons.

 "How about I come meet your parents. Y'know, new neighbor thing?" Blake suggested. Yeol quickly denied the offer.

 "No, no. My mother is not home now." 

 "And your dad?"

 "He died when I was young." 

 "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" 

 Yeol waved one of his hands. "It's alright." He assured the smaller boy. 

 Blake sighed, heightening himself on his toes. He pulled at his bag straps, straining it. "How about my house then?" Yeol looked back at him, in complete shock anyone would voluntarily invite them into their home. "Really?" 

 "Yeah. You can meet my little sister, Cher. Her days end earlier than ours, so she's home already." 

 "Okay." Yeol replied in a nervous tone. 

 ~~

 That night, a young, innocent, blonde girl fell in love with a giant. His large hands and feet deemed him uncoordinated, making him all the more fun to play with. His deep brown eyes made him appear so soft and kind. He was silent, gentle, and kind to the young girl. She played and played with him. During the occasional break where Blake suggested to do homework, or eat, she became utterly jealous. 

 And perhaps a young boy also began to fall for a giant. 

 ~~

 "Can you come to my house after school to do homework?" Blake asked the taller boy. The giant's shoulders moved up and down, shrugging in response. "I will ask my mom." Was all he responded. 

 That night he had ate cautiously, trying not to disturb his mother who sat drinking away on the couch. 

 "I'm going to study after school with a friend." Was all he had mentioned while scraping the remains of his food into the trash can. She grunted in response, not registering a single word the boy uttered. 

 And that's how Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol became best friends who never spent time apart. 

 ~~

 Several months had passed. They had finished homework every day, in a small amount of time. The rest was spent playing stupid games with Cher, eating snacks they baked, and music.

 Park Chanyeol was incredibly talented at playing the guitar. And Yeol could say that Blake was even more talented than himself.

 Blake could sing beautifully. His high notes were smoother than that of female singers. His soft features glistened as he moved, the silk-like words flowing out of his mouth. 

 Yeol watched him sing every time, occasionally distracting him from playing. He'd stop mid song.

 "What's wrong?" Blake would ask, worried he'd messed up a lyric or tune. 

 "It nothing." And Yeol would wave it off, suggesting something was just on his mind. And it was Blake.

 ~~

 School was nearing its end. 

 The two boys had never spent any time apart. 

 They're schedules were relatively similar, with only three class differences. They sat together at lunch. After school, Yeol would always stay at Blake's house for as long as excusably possible. On the nights when Yeol's mom was so drunk to even realize his disappearance, and Blake's wasn't home, he would spend the night. 

 But as finals had arrived, seeing each other had become scarce the last month of school. 

 Yeol still visited Blake's to do homework. But they're extra time after was spent studying for their stressful exams. And Yeol never stayed as late as he had, or spent the night anymore. He tried to retain as much sleep as he could.

 Both boys secretly longed for the other to be with himself. They missed being around each other as constantly as before.

 ~~

 "I'm glad tomorrow's the last day of school." Blake sighed as he threw his body back against his bed. The mattress dipped from his sudden weight, and sprung back up. 

 Yeol sat in Blake's desk chair, his legs up on the desk. He nodded in agreement.

 "I am more glad the last exam was today." Yeol replied, his accent breaking through towards the end of his sentence. He hid his face with his hands, embarrassed.

 "Hey..." Blake grunted, propping himself up with his elbows behind him. "It's okay. You're not native in English. You don't need to be embarrassed around me, Yeol." 

 The tall boy refused to let his hands down. He took a large, long deep breath. He wanted so badly to sound native. He was so frustrated with his skills thus far.

 Blake shifted, slightly rolling his eyes to himself. He pushed off the bed quietly and tiptoed his way to the giant.

 His hand reluctantly extended, touching Yeol's silvery dyed hair. The taller flinched away, his hands suddenly dropping. He looked startled, but his shocked features quickly faded to content. 

 His eyes slowly fluttered shut. His head rolled back ever so slightly as he exhaled. 

 "I'm sorry." Was all he said.

 Blake continued messing his hair, pulling strands where they didn't normally belong. The taller's hair was soon the equivalent of a rough night's sleep. His face was almost the same state.

 "You look tired." Blake stated more than questioning as his hand slid back down to his side. Yeol opened his eyes at the lost contact. 

 He only shrugged. His responses were limited this night. 

 Blake flung his body dramatically unto his bed again. The mattress, again, strained from his weight. He grunted into the sheets.

 Yeol shifted, removing his legs off the desk and faced it. He flipped open the small laptop that laid there. It came to life, the bright blue screen flashing before him. A small welcome screen was passed with an entrance of a picture. The computer's wallpaper was green. 

 The bright color of the leaves reflected off his face. The small area of grey caught his eye in the corner. A stream filled with rocks portrayed in high definition. 

 And two boys smiling sat in the middle. One held the camera, holding two fingers near his eye, the other smiling widely. 

 Yeol studied the picture, remembering the date.

 ~~~~

 "Jesus Christ don't break your legs." Yeol grunted as the shorter shouted at him from across the stream. 

 His long legs twisted. "Are you sure that this...is a good idea?" Yeol yelled back, trying his best to regain balance on the moss-covered rocks. Blake spun around, nearly losing his grip and falling in the icy waters. "Of course!" He shouted again. 

 Yeol watched the boy skip between rocks, confidently balancing and making his way downstream. He questioned his decisions as he nearly slipped for the fifth time on a single rock. 

 But he always followed Blake.

 Then suddenly things had happened so fast. 

 "Baekhyun!" 

 And the shorter spun quickly, never being called by his full, real name. "Yeol?" He yelled back, not spotting the tall boy immediately. Soon the grey haired giant appeared from behind a cluster of rocks. He flailed back and forth, struggling and grunting. Blake laughed.

 "Blake!" 

 "Aish I'm coming!" He yelled, skipping backwards through the rocks. He neared Yeol's flailing presence. 

 Their hands quickly made contact as the shorter pulled upwards. He strained at the weight that he could not compare to. "Ugh why couldn't you get up yourself." He grunted, frustrated as Yeol finally regained his balance. The taller shook off what water he could manage.

 "It was slippery." Yeol admitted. Blake scoffed at him. "And the water is so cold."

 "It's not yet summer." Blake replied, making his way back downstream from where he was, prior the falling incident. This time he moved slower, aware of the other boy's movements. 

 They spent several hours traveling along the stream. They had no destination is desire. They only sought out to enjoy the Sunday to their lone selves. 

 Nearing the end of their path, they had reached a small waterfall. 

 "Waterfall?" Yeol asked, listening to the rushing water just ever so slightly ahead. Blake shook his head. "This stream is too small and shallow." He continued to skip haphazardly over the mossy rocks. "A small bit of falling water over some boulders at best." 

 Blake had pulled out a small camera, one nearly unrecognizable today. A blue Polaroid. A fossil in Yeol's eyes compared to their cell phone cameras. 

 "A camera?" Yeol asked, shifting onto the same large rock Blake was resting upon. 

 Blake nodded, switching out the film. He pointed the camera at his worn, blue converse. The device snapped at them before a black strip was ejected. Blake gripped the small picture and shook it. He grunted, waiting for the small image to appear on the film. Yeol watched in silence, amazed at the old device. 

 "Ah!" He finally vocalized as the small outline of two feet appeared. Blake shook the picture faster. "Okay." He sighed of relief. "It works." Blake threw the small picture to his left, letting it fly off his fingertips. It landed somewhere in the stream, floating slowly away. 

 "Channie...come stand by me." Blake beckoned, his hands waving. The taller moved cautiously until he was parallel with the smaller. 

 Blake held the camera up, high above is head in his right hand. "A picture of us?" Yeol asked. Blake nodded before nudging him in the side with his forceful elbow. "Yes. Now smile." 

 And with a quick snap, the memory of two boys walking along the stream was captured. One with two fingers near his eye, the other smiling widely. 

 ~~~

 A warm feeling flooded the silver haired, tall, foreign boy.

 He had never felt such content than in those simple little moments. Looking back on the memories, they reminded him of a certain feeling. A feeling of which he desired, but only came in short flashes. They were gone before he could even realize what he felt for that second.

 With Blake, the memories that came back often brought this feeling. It lasted longer. It felt better. He wanted to grasp the feelings, touch them, and hold onto them for as long as possible. 

 "What are you using the computer for?" 

 "Uh just checking if any final grades are posted yet.” Blake nearly snorted on the bed. “The last exam was just five hours ago, Yeol.” His sarcastic and mocking tone slightly annoying the taller.

 There was a sudden squeaking of wheels, a thumping of something hard hitting the carpeted floor, and the screams from a boy who sounded like a small girl.

 The squeals filled his room as he was dragged unto the floor. His arms were locked in the others’. The sheets covering over the bed were dragged into balled mess on the edge of the mattress. A pair of long, gangly legs reached higher than the bed as the giant hit the floor. The smaller boy was pulled down.

 “Chanyeol!”

 More squeals erupted along with giggles. A deep-toned laugh mixed harmoniously with the lighter tones.

 A mess of limbs wrestled as the taller’s objective to disturb Blake.

 A loud screaming filled the room as an even higher pitched voice yelled.

“Enough! It is late! Chanyeol, go home!” Jisoo yelled from the hallway. Her agitation could be felt through the closed bedroom door. Moments later, a door slammed shut in the distant hallway.

 The two boys, who were now laying side by side, turned to look at each other. Within seconds, giggles erupted from both.

Blake’s face had contorted slightly, trying to refrain from making more noise. Yeol, likewise, only snickered quietly. It wasn’t until Yeol snorted ever so slightly that the two burst into laughter yet again. This time, Blake trying his best not to anger his mother.

 It took several seconds, nearly a whole minute, for the two to settle down. Yeol sighed. Blake whispered “Yeah” in agreement so quietly.

 Blake never stopped looking at Yeol as the taller turned his attention to the white ceiling above. He admired his sculpted jawline and rough cheekbones, the opposite of his own small, squishy face.

 “Guess I should walk back.”

 “Or you could not.” Was suggested.

 Yeol turned his face back to meet the smaller’s. Their gazes met again.

 The giant could feel his face heat in various places. His hand began to fidget at his sides as his nerves failed him. His entire lower half began to curl up, as he slowly moved his legs into an almost crossed position. He dug his fingers into the smooth carpet, his palms rubbed quickly, but quiet where Blake wouldn’t notice. He took deep breaths as slowly as possible to cool himself down.

 He tried his hardest to maintain his composure so Blake wouldn’t notice him. Meanwhile, Blake was struggling with his own issues. He wouldn’t have noticed Yeol anyways.

 Blake’s eyes were almost like stars to Chanyeol.

 They slightly glistened in light coming from ceiling. They were small in size, so rounded and so cute to Yeol. All the while being so big in their crave for knowledge and adventure. Blake beamed at him, while he studied Blake.

 There was tension indescribable. One of where both were unsure what to do next. And the louder growing crickets outside added an ambiance that wasn’t making the mood any easier on the two.

 Yeol inhaled sharply, wanting to relive himself of the pressure. Blake had somehow grown slightly closer in the time span. Some simple seconds had felt like minutes, however cliché that was in Chanyeol’s mind, it was true.

 He quickly stood up after inhaling the deep breath.

 He leaned down to the corner of the desk, reaching for his bag. “I should go now before your mom doesn’t let me over again.” He slung the should strap over only one of his wide shoulders. He stood up slowly, afraid of facing the other boy.

 Nevertheless, he did. He turned to Blake, who was still sprawled about on the floor. His head was propped up by one arm whose elbow rested against the carpet.

 “Uh. See you tomorrow at school.” Was all he said, quickly, before making a straight line for the bedroom door.

Before he could turn the knob all the way, Blake spoke.

 “Yeah. Last day should be nice.”

 Yeol looked back at him, anticipating to nod in agreement before exiting. Instead, he was greeted by a wink and slight tilt of the shorter’s head. He gulped shallowly, where Blake could not hear. And with that, he finished twisting the knob, and exited his room. He exhaled as the door closed behind him.  

  ~~~

 The supposed leader of their group shouted. "So what's the plan for junior year summer?" His arms flailed extravagantly, excited for the response of his companions.

 The bright red haired girl raised her hand. Her fist shooting into the air before anyone else could respond to the question. "I'm going to Hawaii the end of June!" She shouted. Everyone else groaned in envy. She smirked as some of the kids patted her on the back and snuck in a "congrats."

 Each kid at the table had screamed out an answer. Each excited to end the current school year. Even Blake had jumped up, shouting about how he was going to visit his great grandparents in China. 

 "What about you, Yeol?" The red headed girl asked. Her hand slightly touched his on the table as she leaned her head to see into his view. His gaze, which had been previously locked on the food tray before him, snapped up.

 "What?" He asked quietly before realizing the girl's face was inches from his. Her hand continued to brush by his ever so slightly as she still peered from his left side. "What are you doing this summer?" She repeated the question. 

 "Oh. Uh." He looked over at Blake who had his gaze, which was more of a glare, set on the ginger. "I'm going to visit...family and friends in my hometown. In Busan." He stated. Everyone around nodded. As if an expected answer.

 Yeol sighed of relief as everyone else's attention shifted to gossip about another student. The girl's hand left Yeol's. She scooted away and directed her attention to the table's discussion.

 Yet Blake's attention never drifted from the girl as he watched her. He watched her every movement, like the ones that included fixing her own hair compulsively. But only on the side that faced Yeol. 

 ~~~

 Blake kicked pebbles out of his way, as he always seemed to do. He always watched the ground where ever he walked, as if out of habit. Although, he occasionally regretted missing the scenery around him. 

 "I think Rose has a crush on you." Blake giggled in a teasing tone. He elongated his syllables, sounding childish. 

 Yeol scoffed, almost snorting at the shorter who skipped along in front of him. A small rock flew back at his feet. "What are you even saying." The giant's grip on his bag straps tightened.

 Blake came to a complete, and sudden, stop. Yeol could almost feel Blake's eyes rolling before he ever saw it.

Blake spun around slowly, and dramatically, on one foot. He stomped the other on the concrete when he faced frontal to the giant. His eyes were straining at the top of his head the entire time. 

 "Are you serious." Blake asked in one of his more rude tones. His head dropped a little as he raised an eyebrow, looking slightly threatening. Yeol bounced his shoulders up and down slowly. "I don-" 

 "Oh it's obvious!" The shorter yelled as he spun back to his original direction quickly. He had returned to his normal walking pace within seconds, as if he had never turned.

 "She touches you. She gets close. She whispers to you and you only sometimes. I mean." He kicked another pebble into a neighbor's yard. "It's clear." 

 In the slight distance, Cher waved frantically at both boys. Blake raised his arm, greeting her back. Yeol only nodded in her direction.

 “Happy summer!” The young girl yelled as the boys arrived on the porch. Her brother picked her up swiftly, and began to swing her in circles. “Aish, Cher! How much have you been eating lately?” She giggled as the boy teased her. The taller watched, careful not to get in the spinning duos’ way.

 Finally, Blake had set her down. He faced the door, ignoring Cher and heading inside. The girl grew dizzy upon regaining balance on the porch. Her steps stumbled backward.

 Yeol quickly moved behind Blake, who was, in fact, unaware of what was happening. The giant reached out his arm, hooking it around the girl’s. He pulled upward, opposing with her stumbling force. He was able to re-stable the girl just as Blake closed the door behind him.

 Cher’s eyes grew wide as she stared into Chanyeol. “Thanks for catching me. I almost died!” She joked dramatically. Yeol laughed, his shoulders bouncing. “Now you have to pay me back.” He said with a wink.

 She giggled before lowering herself from her stance on her toes. Her arms slid down out of Chanyeol’s. Her giggles began slowly fading. She started studying the giant.

 “Did you fall?” She asked. Yeol looked at her. “What?” She began rubbing small circles on the boy’s forearm when he flinched, involuntarily. “You’re hurt.” She said cheerfully, as if her intentions were to fix him. Her circles stopped. “You’ve got bruises all over here!” She exclaimed. Her statement was more for him than her own self-realization.

 Chanyeol quickly retracted the arm she didn’t hold in her hands. With that hand, he pulled down the sleeve of his sweatshirt. The marks were soon covered and Cher’s grip dropped.

 “Let’s go get a snack. Yeah?” He asked in a light tone, trying to advert her attention. Yeol took a step towards the door and laid a hand on the knob. He twisted it, squeaking the heavy brown door open.

 “About time!” Blake yelled from where they could not see him. Another voice followed. “Come eat!” Jisoo shouted. Yeol and Cher entered the kitchen after he had set his bag near the door where they also had kicked off their shoes.

 “Yeol?” Jisoo asked, slightly tipping her head and peering from the side. Such as Rose had done earlier. The tall boy flipped his hood back, revealing more of his face. The woman laughed. “Ah okay. I couldn’t recognize you.” She hit his arm playfully.

 “Yeah aren’t you like, hot in that anyways?” The shorter boy asked from across the kitchen.

 Chanyeol only shrugged, not wanting to bring much attention to the situation. “Not really.”

 That night Blake’s mom had made several baked foods. Ranging anywhere from cookies, to cupcakes, to bread rolls.

 She stated that it was for Cher’s girl scout meeting. Although Blake knew his mom loved to bake, to create new foods. “Why don’t you run a bakery or something?” Blake had once asked. But his mother could never commit to anything. She had her excuses.

 The two boys sat in Blake’s all too familiar room, eating from the absurdly large plate of snacks before them. The laptop screen flashed before them, playing a low-budget horror movie. It appeared to be from the eighties.

 “Rose is having a party tomorrow.” Blake blurted out of nowhere. Yeol’s refused to shift his attention from the screen. “I mean, I figured you’d want to go since she’s a good friend of ours.” Yeol still stared at the flashing lights, blank faced. “And since you two have this little thing going.”

 That’s when the lights stopped suddenly as Yeol slammed his fist onto the spacebar key. The movie paused mid someone having their arm sawed off.

 “I do not like Rose.” He folded his arms. “And Rose does not like me.”

 Blake rolled his eyes. “Yeah okay.” He mocked in a heavily sarcastic tone. Yeol turned to face him. “Look.” Blake purposely turned his head, as if to annoy the giant more.

“I like someone else you jerk.” Yeol quickly turned back to the laptop. His eyes were wide, face flushed. Grateful it was too dark for Blake to see his red, he attempted to cool himself down.

 Meanwhile, Blake had slowly turned to face the taller boy. His eyes also wide.

 “Oh really?” He asked, gulping and nervous at the answer.

 Yeol nodded.

 “Who?” Blake asked, suddenly changing his tone to enthusiastic to try and make Yeol feel more comfortable to tell him. He hopped in front of the screen, pushing the laptop back with his toes. Yeol averted his eyes, refusing to make eye contact. He shook his head in a violent way.

 “Aw, come on!” The bouncy boy nearly yelled, prying at the stiller one. “Just.” Yeol started. Blake leaned forward, listening closer. “Someone else at our table. Other than Rose.” And that was all he said.

 Blake’s eyes dropped to the carpet beneath them. “Oh.”

 There was a silence for several minutes. The movie had resorted back to its menu screen from being untouched for so long. There was no noise from outside the hall as Cher had gone to sleep and Jisoo had gone to “work.”

 Blake was the first to speak.

 “Uh. I want to sleep in tomorrow being the first day and all. So maybe you can spend the night tomorrow instead.” Blake said in an unsure tone. Yeol knew he was uncomfortable. Blake was always allowed to have him over, there was no “maybe.”

 Nonetheless, Yeol stood and began gathering his things. “See you later.” Was all he whispered, as awkward as it was.

 And he left, leaving behind a broken Blake.

 ~~~

Chanyeol didn’t spend the night after that for almost the entire month of June. For what was expected to be a summer full of each other, it was the complete opposite.

 Chanyeol avoided sleeping over at Blake’s house for the rest of that week. His awkwardness prevented him. Perhaps Blake caught on, because neither made an effort to see one another. Blake’s reason, however, was different. He was too upset to see Yeol again for the week.

 The following week, Blake was scheduled to leave for China.

 No matter the way Jisoo earned her measly amounts of money, Blake’s great grandparents always funded them. Being abandoned by her parents, Blake’s great grandparents felt a caretaking responsibility towards Jisoo.

 They paid for their plane tickets, hotel costs, and things like extra food. Or that little Chinese plush toy Blake would always get for Cher.

 Yeol, not having a cell phone of his own, checked his mother’s laptop frequently. Blake had emailed him the following Tuesday from their awkward event.

 “Going to Shanghai this week. Leaving tomorrow morning. Figured id let you know why I wont be around until next Friday lol. I’ll email you when I arrive and when im leaving. There will be plenty of pictures when I return. Prepare yourself, Park Chanyeol. ;)

 PS – don’t miss me too much, Channie”

 Yeol blinked at the screen in awe. He wondered why he didn’t suck it up, and go visit Blake earlier. Now he would have to wait almost a month before seeing the boy again.

 “Thanks for telling me. Going back to Busan to visit some friends two days before your coming back. Won’t be back until June 30. Sorry I didnt come before you leave we wont see each other for a long time now. I’ll email you too.

 PS – I would never miss you Byun Baekhyun”

  From that point on to the end of June, the two boys never saw each other.

 Blake sent many pictures over email. They included everything from his signature peace-signed selfies, to candid moments of Cher, to the beautiful scenery. Yeol had replied a unique response to each.

 Yeol hardly sent pictures of his own. Two throughout the entire trip. His emails were long, descriptive paragraphs written in their own style of broken English. Blake found this adorable. The paragraph described his day and painted his emotions.

 Blake was the first to arrive back to their small town in Indiana. His excessive pictures to Yeol had ceased, but Yeol’s descriptive days in text form flowed in every morning.

 When Yeol’s days were coming to an end, Blake’s were beginning. He had actually woken himself up earlier than a normal summer time to read the giant’s emails. Occasionally, when on at the same time, they would live chat back and forth. It felt more real and more natural that way. Rather than one sided conversations.

 Blake would fill his free time with other friends of their group. But nothing could fill the strange emptiness in his body. A kind foreign to himself.

 What he didn’t know was how Yeol was feeling half way around the world.

 There was a stinging feeling rather than an emptiness. Chanyeol felt like he was repeating simple motions, a glazed layer covering his eyes as he went. His days seemed to drag. There was an endless stuck feeling.

 He missed Blake’s slight touches and awful jokes. His light flirting with winks and smirks. The way they wasted time together, even when it felt like he was never wasting time with Blake.

 He had his high moments with Blake. The times they took pictures in places they shouldn’t, the times they chased Cher around the backyard with insects, even the times when did their best to contain their giggles while being scolded by Jisoo for waking Cher. Although, the young girl never complained. She loved the two together, having grown a fondness for the gentle giant.

 Cher was like the younger sister he never had. And Blake was the boy he fell in love with.

 Park Chanyeol first admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with Byun Baekhyun when he cried at the stinging feeling one night in Korea. The one night that Blake did not reply.

 ~~~

 The next time Blake saw Yeol, there was a new addition.

 Yeol had yelled that he was coming when Blake pounded heavily, but enthusiastically, on his door. It took a long amount of time for the boy to reach his door. Longer than it should have.

 The thumping footsteps were louder than usual as they slowly approached. When the door finally swung open, it made sense to Blake.

 Around Yeol’s left foot was a large, black object.

 It wrapped around his calf, going up almost half way towards his knee. It fit his foot like a shoe. A large and bulky shoe. Blake’s attention was immediately drawn to it. And it didn’t leave it.

 Chanyeol had cleared his throat slightly. “Uh. Hey.” Was all he greeted. Blake’s gaze shifted to Yeol’s, but his thoughts were still focused on the injury.

 “Really?” Blake rolled his eyes.

 The ever so recognizable gesture Yeol loved all too much.

 “That’s the lame, half effort greeting I get?” He tapped the toe of his shoe on the concrete of Yeol’s porch. “After all this time huh?” Yeol responded with an eye roll of his own. Although he might argue, it wasn’t nearly as extravagant or enjoyable as Blake’s.

 Mid eye roll, Yeol’s arms had extended. He reached for Blake’s shoulders. All the while, Blake had sat motionless, unsure of what was happening. And he didn’t know what to do when Yeol’s hands contacted his shoulders.

 The giant pulled him closer, while scooting near. Blake let his legs shuffle slowly, in a trudge, towards Yeol. He allowed the giant to pull him into contact.

 Yeol’s arms wrapped around the upper arms of Blake. His chin rested slightly on the shorter’s head. Blake was unsure of what to do with his hands. Settling for the easiest, and least awkward, option, he wrapped his own arms around Chanyeol’s waist. His small height compared to the taller only allowed him to hold onto his torso, just above the waist line.

 “You’re so short.” Yeol teased, his shoulders slightly moving at his strained attempts not to laugh. Blake grunted against his stomach. His face was resting against the taller, turned to the left.

 “Thanks, cripple.” Blake joked back, throwing in his own venomous humor.

 Chanyeol only sighed at the comment, leaving the two in silence. And the silence lasted longer than it perhaps should have. Blake kept the right side of his face resting against Yeol. Meanwhile, Yeol having taken comfort on the hairs of Blake. The soft, messy, black locks tickled his face.

 Blake was the first to retract, as his arms slid down from the giant’s back, and down by his sides. Yeol slowly lifted his head off Blake in response.

 “What’s with the boot?” Blake asked as the other began shifting back. His hands remained on the smaller’s shoulders until he was stable on his own. Blake’s attention and gaze shifted to the boot. His finger rose, pointing at the object as if an emphasis for Yeol to respond.

 Yeol stared back at the shorter boy. His response was hesitant. 

 "Well. I'm the world's biggest kl.." There was a moment when he searched to continue his sentence. He threw his hands around trying to find the word. "Kl.." He continued to stutter.

 "Klutz." Blake said in an affirmative voice. "Yeah." He sighed a little. "I'm the biggest klutz." 

 Blake crossed his arms.

 "I had a accident at the airport. We were leaving and I slipped on the ramp. It was raining." Yeol laughed at himself, releasing a breathy sigh. Blake only nodded along.

 "Chanyeol-Ah!" A loud scream from a female voice rang out through the opened doorway. The following string of words Blake could not understand. The woman yelled in Korean. She spoke quickly and angrily. Her tone was low, her voice raspy. 

 Chanyeol only rolled his eyes at the sound of the screeching woman. 

 "Yah, yah!" He yelled back. His tone was just as strong as the woman's, their fiery roots coming to life. 

 Yeol yelled back in Korean. Blake could only watch as the taller's mouth moved quickly, eliciting a long list of syllables he could not understand. However, it dazed the shorter.

 Listening to Yeol speak in his native language for the first time was overwhelming. He was confused and amazed. Speaking multiple languages was something Blake had aspired to do, and Yeol had done it. To say the least, Blake found this extremely attractive. He appreciated intelligence. 

 Yeol had finally quit yelling. There were mutters coming from the house as the woman spoke to herself angrily.

 "Sorry." Yeol said, bowing his head slightly. Blake waved a hand in response, their two cultural backgrounds mixing. "Don't worry about it." He leaned against the porch column. "What was that about anyway?" 

 Before Chanyeol had anytime to reply, the short, stocky woman appears behind him. She smacked the small of his back, enough to leave a slight ting. 

 Yeol flinched more than he should have for such a small gesture.

 "Eh eh get inside." She growled. Her English was even more accented than Yeol's, Blake gathered. Chanyeol slowly spun around, obeying the woman's rules. She grabbed by the ear between her long, fake nails. She dragged him along beside her, backing into the house.

 "Hello Baekhyun-Ah." She greeted, bowing her head. Her grip remained persistent on Yeol. Blake nodded slightly at her. He was unsure of how to handle greeting her in this situation.

 The door slammed shut by the force of the woman's foot before he could say or do anything else.

 ~~~

 {11:15pm July 1st 2016}

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "Dude. what's with your mom" 

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "what?" 

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "I mean she literally dragged you inside by the ear. THE EAR. while I was there...kinda weird."

 {11:16pm}

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "I told you she is weird. you are never coming to my house lol"

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "You're so lame."

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "what did I do?!"

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "You're like, so afraid of her lol"

 11:33pm

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "hey come talk to me."

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "can't leave it's too late."

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "sneak out you wuss."

 Byun Baekhyun was the first person to ever coax Park Chanyeol out of his house past the time allowed.

 Even though they were close neighbors, Yeol's mom still would have lost her control had she known her son left the house. However, he constant un-sober state left her unaware of the events taking place.

 Chanyeol had slowly and quietly crept down the stairs of the house, careful so that they never creaked. And upon reaching the main level, he had crawled past the entrance to the small living room. He avoided his mother seeing him walk past. Her gaze was fixed on the flashing television, the rest of the room completely engulfed in darkness. Yeol was barely able to make his way to the front door without contacting anything due to the invisibility.

 Nonetheless, he successfully grabbed his shoes which laid by the door. He also swiped his bag from its hook, as Blake had told him to bring it.

 “What are we doing?” Blake stuffed more and more food into the Yeol’s bag while ignoring the question. “I thought you just wanted me to talk to you.” Blake shoved one last wrapped pastry into the large zipped part of the navy-blue bag.

 “You will.” Was all Blake replied as he left into another room. Chanyeol stood still, waiting for when the boy would return. “Take the bag and wait by the front door.” He heard whispered.

 Yeol did as directed and headed to the door. His bag was slung over one shoulder, the plastic wrappers of the snacks creating noise inside it. Blake wasn’t far behind. His bag was suddenly filled with something large. It puffed out, appearing over stuffed.

 The two walked out of the house together. Blake led the way as Yeol followed cautiously.

 They began walking in darker areas. Under trees and through back yards.

 Once Yeol’s home was far out of sight, the boys shifted to the lit street. They both walked in the middle, on the double yellow lines. Blake pretended to balance on the yellow strip. He still led the way.

 “Where are we going?” Yeol questioned. Unaware of Blake’s motives, he followed at an ever so hesitant pace. “Nowhere.” Blake responded while still flailing his arms in pretend balancing.

 The walk to their destination wasn’t that of great distance. But the pace set by a balancing Blake slowed their time.

 After almost a half hour of walking down the dimly lit neighborhood streets, Blake had turned to an alley. The path was filled with gravel. It was thin, and dark. The ominous and twisting way led into the woods that edged the east side houses.

 “Wait.” Yeol stopped at the head of the alley. “We’re going in here?” He gulped. Blake could hear. He took a step back from the direction he was heading, to face Yeol. “Look.” He began, “I know there’s a big spooky “no trespass” sign. But learn to live a little my friend.” And with that, Blake ignored Yeol the rest of the way. He continued down the path, never looking back, and trusting Yeol would follow.

 “Okay.” Blake halted. He spun around quickly and moved behind Chanyeol without haste. “Close your eyes.”

 Yeol bent his head down, looking back in the other’s direction. “Um.” Blake shook his head. His black locks flew every which way. “Nope. Just do it.”

 The taller boy closed his eyes as the shorter rummaged through his bag. Suddenly, a soft material was placed around the taller’s face. Blake tied a makeshift blindfold, that was really an old shirt, around Yeol’s eyes. “Just in case.” He clapped his hands together upon letting go of the cover. “Not sure I can trust you.”

 And Chanyeol didn’t see him wink.

 Blake placed his right hand into Chanyeol’s left. The giant immediately held his hand back at the contact. Their fingers interlaced.

 Blake guided Yeol through the final few yards of alley. At the end, was a large and empty field.

 The field, that was once used for baseball games, was completely barren. An occasional weed or bush erupted from the ground. No traces of the old playing fields were left behind. Only a small pile of wood in the middle seemed out of place.

 Thick and dense woods surrounded the now meadow. The trees lined the oval shape at its edges. The sky above was completely clear to the summer sky.

 “Wait.” Blake let his hand slip out of Yeol’s. He began pulling out the large, soft blankets from his bag. The bag, now much smaller in size, was tossed aside as Blake laid out the blankets.

 “Alright.” Blake clapped, overlooking his work. The summer night breeze blew both of their hair in the open space. “Take off the blindfold.”

In Chanyeol’s view, his vision slowly returned. The black began shifting down, as a small amount of light poured in. The field, which was lit only by the full moon, brightened as he focused harder. The image of the open space became progressively clearer. He blinked several times to readjust to the new setting. The shirt dropped to the ground in front of him.

 Blake spun around in circles next to him. His arms were out straight. “Viola.” He sang. The giant’s attention turned to focus on him. “This.” Blake gestured around the field with an arm after his spinning ceased. “Is how were going to talk.”

 Blake and Chanyeol sat on the blankets. Blake was the first to attack the food. He began ravaging the bag, looking for all the specific snacks he packed for himself. Yeol ate scarcely as Blake devoured most. The small juice boxes, that were stolen from Cher’s food stash, kept them hydrated through their candy splurge.

 They both laid back, their hands propping their heads, the empty candy wrappers littering the space around them. They stared up at the stars. The bright white and shining lights formed beautiful clusters. The sky and the warmth provided a perfect setting.

 “What was it like to move to a different country at an older age?”

 “I think it was not as hard as lots of people say…I was so scared. I did not want to leave my friends. I did not want to learn a new culture. I think learning language is not hard, it is learning the culture and how to act that is. I was scared of being more of a…outsider than I was before. Scared of doing wrong.”

 “Do you feel like an outsider here?”

 “Yes.”

 “What helps you?”

 “You. I think you are the only person I have made such good friends with. In my life, I think…Spending time with you feels different. Like a high feeling. I feel good and accepted. The things that make my sad go away. I don’t hate my life with you. Not as much at the time that we are together. But when I look back, I get flashes of happiness and this strange feeling. I can’t describe it. But I think it takes over my reality just for a second. Then it is gone.”

 “Do you like me?”

 “You are my best friend.”

 “Do you want me to be more than your friend?”

 Chanyeol only turned to look at Blake. Their eyes met, even though barely visible in the dark. They both stared for moment before Yeol’s attention had returned to the sky.

 Neither spoke. Small breezes past, shaking the nearby trees. Insects talked.

 “What happened to your dad when you were young?”

 “Car wreck. I think that I was probably five or six. All I remember is my mom crying a lot. Then...”

 “Then?”

 “That’s when the bruises started.”

 “What do you mean?” Blake sat up on his elbows. His gaze fixated on the still laying Chanyeol.

 “My mom was so sad. She would take the big bottles of Soju and drink them. We used them for parties, but when he died, there was no parties. She just…drank them. My mom is always angry and mean. When she would drink a lot, I think she got…meaner. I was so young and I needed help growing up. I think she got mad at me for being a small child. I blamed myself for being annoying.”

 “Are you implying that your mother abused you when she was drunk?”

 “She still does. Sometimes.”

 Blake sat all the way up. He twisted his body to face Chanyeol. He sat with his legs crossed, as well as his arms.

 “Please don’t be mad at me.” Yeol’s voice cracked, being just barely above a whisper. And in the darkness, a single shiny tear was visible in the subtle moonlight.

 The drop had slowly made its way out of Yeol’s eye. Blake could see it roll off his cheek bones, and drop onto his shoulder. The taller continued to stare at the stars, his expression twisted in agony. He was trying his hardest not to let any more tears fall. He imagined that the stars were Blake’s eyes, as they were stars to him.

 “Why would I be mad at you?” Blake asked cautiously not wanting to pry.

 “Because I never told you.”

 Blake shook his head. “Is that why…your leg?”

 Yeol’s eyes squeezed shut. Another drop of water was squeezed out as it shut. He nodded his head against the ground.

 Blake scooted off his blanket. He inched his way forward to the best of his abilities being seated in an awkward position. He left his own blanket and sat upon Yeol’s.

 “I’m sorry.” Blake leaned his face down, ghosting near Yeol’s cheeks. Yeol never moved. However, his heavy breathing had ceased. Blake’s breath was hot against Yeol’s soft, cool skin. The patch of skin on Yeol’s right cheek became hot and sweaty within seconds.

 Yeol kept his eyes closed in anticipation. Blake rested his forehead against the taller’s. Their hair intertwined in a tangled mess. “I’m sorry.” He whispered again before pressing his lips to Chanyeol’s.

 Chanyeol had never kissed anyone in his life. For Blake to kiss him in this moment of vulnerability only made his tears flow harder. A few more droplets of water ran down the sides of Yeol’s face. Blake’s lips continued to stick to his, the soft, warm feeling spreading throughout his body.

 Chanyeol wanted to savor the moment. To describe the feeling to himself. To relish in the compassion of Byun Baekhyun.

 However, the moment ended too soon.

 Blake’s lips were the first to pull away. Yeol felt them detach. He pushed his head back against the ground to pull away as well. Blake’s forehead remained on Yeol’s. The tears stopped flowing. His breath increased, recovering from the kiss as the shorter boy continued to press their foreheads together.

 ~~~      

 The rest of the summer for the two boys seemed to go by quickly.

 The month of June dragged slower than the winter months seemed to. The two boys only longing to be together more tore their relationship. The pain was subtle, but painful nonetheless.

 After the night of July 1st, the hot months sped by.

 Yeol continued to visit Blake’s house. Jisoo cooking them snacks, Cher playing with the giant, and the boys endless adventures. 

 There were no more walking creeks and hopping over fences into private properties. Yeol's leg prevented him from doing so. 

 The boys instead spent their time walking down dim lighted streets, sitting on top a high hill, looking at the stars and the city below them. They talked about their lives. 

 The conversations usually included their hopes and their dreams, how small they felt now. How truly insignificant they were in the world. They looked at the bright and beaming lights below them. Cars passed, horns honked, people shouted, and lights flashed. The city was small, but a city nonetheless. 

 Blake talked about his dreams of moving to a bigger place. Looking out a balcony at night, watching the city lights shine. And feeling the breeze of a summer's night on his tan skin. He talked about living his life free, being accepted and ignoring the judgement. His dreams were large, almost larger than the city he dreamt of. 

 Yeol always listened. He aspired to do what Blake could, to be fearless. To be bold and determined.

 Blake swore he was going to leave their small town. He swore to make his dreams come true, and to truly be himself. 

 But he also swore to love Yeol for the rest of his life.

 "Come with me." 

 ~~~

 School was yet again coming into view, starting in a week. Yeol could feel the impending fate of his visits decreasing. Blake could feel it too.

 "How hard do you think chemistry will be?" Blake asked one night as they laid on their typical hill.

 The city lights blinked in the distance.

 "Not very I hope." Yeol replied. His hands slid against the dew-covered grass as he attempted to prop himself up. His arms were locked straight behind himself. Blake laid on his back beside him.

 Blake grunted in agreement. Then he groaned in complaint as he rolled over on his stomach. "Ugh. I don't want school to start."

 Yeol stayed silent as the shorter boy continued his string of complaints. 

 "Don't you think?" Blake asked, referring to a topic he felt strongly about. Yeol hadn't been listening much. "Hm?" He asked, turning. His head to look at Blake.

 "Don't you think we should switch to like, homeschool or something?" 

 Yeol shook his head. "No. I can't stay home." Blake shifted uncomfortably. "You could do it at my house." He suggested.

 Yeol continued to shake his head. "No, my mom is even angry now. She yells that I'm gone all day." And Blake grew silent for several moments. 

 "You don't. You don't have to come to my house all the time.” His voice was quiet. “How mad at you does she get?” He whispered again, his voice getting quieter.

 Yeol sighed heavily. He slid his hands threw the damp grass, and pulled them to his sides. He turned to face Blake, his legs transitioning into a crossed position. He held his arms out flat in front of himself. Yeol nodded at his own arms. “Go ahead.” He said to Blake.

 Cautious, Blake moved to sit across from the taller boy. He matched his position, sitting crossed legged. Their knees touched as they faced each other.

 Blake slowly lifted the sleeves on Yeol’s arms. He rolled up the long-sleeved flannel into a ball. He stopped at the elbows, taking in the sight before him.

 “Yeol. I-“ Yeol shook his head. “Don’t.” Blake looked up at him, his eyes straining. “Do not apologize.” A wetness began forming in the smaller’s eyes. “But.” He took a deep breath, struggling to form the words through his broken voice. “Why?” He asked simply. His voice sounded choked with tears.

 Yeol’s eyes also began watering at the edges. “Because I want to be with you Blake.”

 Blake’s breath hitched. A tear fell out of his eye, landing on his cheek. It streamed down his face. Left behind was a wet stream that shined against his face.

 “I love you.” Yeol said. His shoulders were back, his head high. He did not move. He did not cry.

 But Byun Baekhyun did. It was the first time Chanyeol had even seen Blake break down emotionally.

 The short boy leaned his head forward. It landed into his hands. His tears wetted his fingers as he continued to cry. His attempts to regain sanity failed.

 Yeol leaned forward. He pulled Blake’s head out of hands, his own pressed to the sides of the other boy’s face. He placed their foreheads together. Their hair, again, tangled together at the contact. Yeol’s hands remained on the sides of Blake’s head as Blake’s laid limp in his lap.

“I’m sorry.” Blake struggled to make the words audible. His voice cracked and choked through the tears and breaths. Yeol’s grip tightened on his face. He shook his head against the other. “No.”

 The bruises that littered Park Chanyeol’s arms were dark. Large. There were many of the abuse marks. The black and blue colors twisted together in a disgustingly beautiful way. They formed small disfigured shapes. Not quite circles, but messy splotches. They covered his arms in large numbers, not many patches of pale skin visible.

 ~~~    

 The first time Blake ever told Chanyeol that he loved him back was in the winter.

 Blake was never one for expression of feelings. His personality was loud and fun. He acted blunt, sarcastic, and even flirty to those he knew. But one thing Blake did not do, was cry to others. He didn’t release any pain to anyone other than himself. And he never admitted to anything that could potentially cause that pain.

 “Wow its cold.” Yeol shivered in his thick, winter coat. Its shiny silver surface reflected what little sun shone through the clouds. Snow was falling lightly.

 There wasn’t much snow this winter, compared to the last one they shared together.

 “Oh boy.” Blake sighed heavily. “I did not miss this.”

 The boys had reached their morning bus stop on their way back from school. Blake continued his yearly ritual of kicking pebbles into the nearby yards. They halted at the stop. Yeol turned to face his house. “Guess I should go home today. Now that it is Christmas break.” Blake sighed, not wanting the taller boy to return to his home.

 Yeol looked upwards, gazing into the sky. The above snow fell unto his face.

 The white flakes spread out upon his cheeks. The smaller bits melted into water, leaving his face glistening. He then stuck out his tongue, letting the snow fall in his mouth. His lips spread into a smile while his tongue was out. His face strained at the awkward position as he began to laugh. The giggles got progressively louder as the more snow fell.

 Meanwhile, Blake watched.

 He looked up at the giant. He watched him entertain himself with the small, white flakes. His pure joy and innocence spread a warmth through Blake. The clumsy, sweet giant he fell in love with standing before him, tempting him with his sweetness. He could not contain his emotions, for once.

 Blake leaned forward. He outstretched onto his toes. His worn Converse stretched with him upwards.

 His arms wrapped around the giant boy’s shoulders, pulling them closer together. As Chanyeol looked down at the shorter boy beneath him, Blake pushed the back of his head.

 Their lips collided. Blake kept his grip on Yeol, one hand on the back of his head, the other on the back of his neck. Their lips moved together in time, despite Yeol’s usual clumsiness.

 Before the kiss could continue, Blake pulled away ever so slightly. Yeol quietly whined at the loss of contact.

 “I love you.”

 Blake pressed his lips back unto Chanyeol’s once more. Yeol smiled into the kiss, against the other boy, his pace struggling with the expression.

 The kiss’ already deep passion was added to when Yeol moved to hold the other. His arms wrapped around Blake’s waist. He easily engulfed the other boy, due to the sheer size difference. His arms pulled Blake even close than before, if that was even physically possible. Their bodies collided just as their lips had.

 Blake continued deepening the kiss as Chanyeol held him close. The moment of intimacy completed with the romantic snowfall around them.

 Their coats soon became littered in the white. Blake’s fingers found warmth in the hairs of Yeol. Together, they both felt warm. They completely forgot about the cold-biting air around them.

 The kiss to both boys felt longer than it actually had lasted. The time and warmth together seemed to have slowed time. But just the time in their own bubble, their own universe. The universe that only included each other.

 Blake had held Yeol’s hand as they parted ways, making it dramatic. He whined as their hands slipped apart when Yeol walked towards his house. The intertwined fingers left each other.

 Suddenly, Chanyeol and Blake had felt a bitter coldness return. One that seemed not to be caused only by the temperature.

 At Yeol’s house, a window curtain had shifted.

 ~~~  

 Chanyeol told Blake that he would stay home most days during the break, to please his mother.

 Blake never saw Chanyeol once over break.

 There were occasional emails back and forth. Yeol mostly explained how he and his mother spent time cooking and decorating. He said that she had been fairly sober and strangely nice during the week span. He also mentioned he was going to visit family in Minnesota.

 Chanyeol lied.

 Chanyeol’s mother was never once sober. She, especially, was never nice. They didn’t do any projects together like baking.

 There was no family in Minnesota.

 ~~~  

 (December 31 2016}

 11:58pm

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "Happy New Year ;)" 

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "happy new year, Blake." 

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "you gonna be available after the new year?"

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "I don't think so. but..it is only a week. I'll see you when school starts ;'("

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "aw okay. I just want to see you again."

 12:00am 

 {January 1 2017}

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "me too. I miss you." 

 From: Blake ( ^ω^ ) - "I thought you said you'd never miss me? ;)"

 From: Chanyeolㅎ- "sometimes I lie Byun Baekhyun." 

 From: Chanyeolㅎ - "happy new year Blake. I love you." 

 That was the last time Byun Baekhyun ever spoke to his best friend, his first love, his soulmate, Park Chanyeol.

 ~~~  

 “Why hasn’t Yeol come to school?” Rose asked. The entire lunch table turned their focus to Blake. He stopped mid-bite of a sandwich. He slowly put it down, aware of the eyes upon him. Once the turkey left his hand, he shrugged his shoulders.

 “I don’t know.” He replied in an agitated tone. Rose rolled her eyes, huffing violently. “Come on. You guys are like…practically dating, you hang out so much.”

 Her comment stung Blake, as she didn’t know that they were practically dating.

 “I dunno okay. He hasn’t texted me or come over. Assume he’s sick or somethin’.” Rose leaned into the table, closing some distance between herself and him. “You haven’t gone to his house?” She raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical.

 “His mom doesn’t like people over.” He lied, not wanting to say anything about Yeol’s scary situation. Rose backed off at the comment. Her expression still revealed her clear discontent.

 Blake picked up his sandwich again, taking a large bite. He pondered taking a risk, to see Yeol.

 That was before his questions were answered later that night.

 ~~~  

 Chanyeol stared at the drawer before himself. Its contents, he dreaded. He never wanted to hurt anyone. Especially not his own mother.

 The short, old woman came storming down the hall. She had exited her room and made a line towards the kitchen. The kitchen where Chanyeol stood.

 “Chanyeol-Ah!” She screamed, more vicious than ever before. Yeol braced himself against the drawer. His hand gripped its metal handle to the point of a sharp pain searing through his fingers.

 The woman approached closer. “Chanyeol!” She began to swing her arms around. “I’m going to kill you.” She growled quieter than before, but in a more venomous growl.

 The tall boy flung the drawer open in an instant as the woman neared. She stopped as Chanyeol grabbed out a fork. He threw it in her direction. The woman avoided the flying object, immediately descending on the boy after.

 Yeol’s hesitation prevented him from successfully stopping his mother.

 His tears flowed as they struggled against each other. He begged her to stop as she screamed and flung her arms.

 Chanyeol’s size dwarfed his mother’s allowing him to easily restrain her. What he did not expect, however, was for his mother to use something other than her fists.

 The woman had leaned to her left slightly, reaching for the counter. Yeol never noticed her intentions.

 Park Chanyeol’s vision had changed in a matter of seconds. The last thing he saw was his mother’s scraggly hair struggling underneath him. The last thing he heard was her grow silent for just a second.

 Everything was black. Everything was quiet. There was nothing.

 Blood dripped off the broken bronze bottle that had previously contained the cause of the fight. Its jagged edges dripped slowly, while shining brightly red in the light. A small circle of the red stained the white floor.

 Park Chanyeol’s mother had watched Blake and her son kiss under the snow in the street one day.

 ~~~  

 “I think the pain is more than I can describe to you. I’m sure your pain was worse, however. I cannot begin to imagine the life you have lived. The loss of your father, the abuse of your mother, blaming yourself for the pain. I cannot imagine. And for that, I am truly sorry. I know you blame yourself. I know you never wanted anyone to be hurt like you had been. I know you wanted to make everyone happy. Chanyeol, you never had to do anything. You did nothing in your life to deserve your fate. I want you to know that. I want you to know that you never had to do anything for me, for anyone. You loved me for me, and that was the greatest thing you could have ever done for me. I miss you, Park Chanyeol. I miss the way we touched each other subtly in an unconscious way, purely out of true love. I miss the way your big ears, goofy smile, and clumsy limbs lit up my days. You made me smile and forget the world around me. The world in which I wanted nothing to do with. I want you to know this. For, I feel like my feelings were not very open. I am sorry if you ever, ever felt as if I didn’t love you back. Because in fact, all I wanted to do was be with you. I will miss the way you kissed me. How your confidence had finally shone through in those moments. How you held me and made me feel so absolutely warm. But I think what I’ll miss more than anything, is your amazing mind. The way you talked about things, the way you handled things, your views of life, and your dreams. You are so unbelievably and incredibly smart. Do you know how much I drooled over your tall, goofy self when you spoke another language? I think you never thought of yourself as more than a dumb, useless, annoying, klutz. I hope that some part of me was able to help you realize otherwise. To realize you who you really were. Who I am sure you are now. All the long night talks we had about life, and afterlife, come to me know. Of all the possibilities we talked about, I somehow now wish for a heaven. I know our views were always uncertain, left to question what was reality. But I now hope for some kind of heaven, so that I may see you again one day. I will find you where ever you are. Whatever life you are in. I will tell you I love you again. And again. I will constantly remind you of how amazing you were to me. It may seem funny, to find such a teen romance and for it to end so tragically. But to those who say romance among those who are young is fake, have simply never found it themselves. Is it rare? I believe so. I believe that what we had was so epic, and so rare. For this reason, among many, I will never forget you, Park Chanyeol. I will never stop loving you, Park Chanyeol. I will never stop thinking of you, Park Chanyeol. And I will never not be in pain because of your fate, Park Chanyeol. I love you.”

 Blake set his pen against the small wooden desk. The paper stared back up at him, along with the opened laptop. Its wallpaper filled with the smiles of a tall, Korean boy and his best friend. His soulmate. A collage of pictures that Chanyeol had strung together one fall afternoon.

 Other pictures that could not display on his computer, hung around his room.

 A string of lights were hung up across a wall. Within the lights, the polaroids were tacked up. They flowed in chronological order, telling the story of their relationship within the dazzling lights. Starting with the ever so familiar green photo of the two boys in the middle of a creek.

 Blake looked out his opened window. The cold, end of January, beginning of February air poured in. But he did not care. He rested his head against a hand. He peered across the street at the large grey colored house. Its lights were dark, just like the memory of the boy who lived there.

 Byun Baekhyun walked down a familiar path. Its winding, narrow passage way covered with thick snow. The trees that surrounded every direction, were covered in glistening icicles. They shone brightly in the moon light. The snow twinkled brightly in the moon light.

 Blake made his way up the steep hill. The hike, as he remembers it before, is more difficult with snow. His hot breath formed clouds before himself in the icy and bitter cold. It nipped as his nose and cheeks. They turned red.

 Within his coat pocket was an envelope. He gripped it tightly, not wanting to let go.

 As he emerged from the trail, the bright lights became evident. He stopped at the trail’s end. His breathing also ceased as he looked at the familiar spot. The hill, where the two boys had overlooked the city, stung his heart. He stood staring at the sight, feeling the emotions well up inside himself. He had not returned to any spot after Chanyeol had gone.

 His steps were slow. His feet crunched into the thick snow beneath him. With each step, a memory flooded his reality.

 “You can’t reach!” The tall boy held up the shorter’s phone high above his head. He laughed. “Give it back! You can’t it see yet!”

 Step.

 “Do you ever want children?” The silver haired boy turned to face the brunette. “Maybe. You?” Blake responded. Chanyeol looked at the city below them. “I think one day.” They both smiled.

 Step.

 “Why do you love me?” The giant bent down, hugging Blake. “I love you because you’re you. And you’re amazing to me in so many ways.” Blake smiled at his response.

 Step.

 “Stop!” The shorter boy shrieked out. Yeol refused to relent on Blake’s sides. He tickled them fiercely. Screams of joy and laughter filled the woods.

 Step.

 Blake reached the edge of the high hill. Its drop off more of that of a cliff. The ground below, was far away, almost invisible in the dark night. There was only the flashing and twinkling of the city lights in the distance.

 He slowly reached into his coat pocket, pulling out the envelope. He ripped open the seal while looking at the small skyline. The paper letter was removed. The envelope was thrown onto the snow. He carefully unfolded the paper, ensuring not to tear it.

 Blake recited the letter he had written some hours before. He read it loudly, boldly. Occasionally, he looked out into the skyline as he read, as if he was reading to an audience. Perhaps, Chanyeol was his audience. Blake only knew that he wanted Yeol to hear somehow. Someway.

 By the last line of the inked paper, tears had filled Blake’s eyes to the brim. He struggled to read the final sentences without breaking.

 “I love you.” He finished the last string of words.

 The paper dropped to his sides as his hands did. He threw his head back, trying to contain the tears. However, the feelings were too painful.

 He squeezed his eyes shut. Tears were forced out, rolling down both sides of his face. He inhaled loudly. He gasped for air. His cries quickly became frantic, gulps of air and screams.

 He yelled once loudly. He projected his voice to the city below. The lights were now blurry due to the wetness of his eyes.

 The short boy gripped the page at its top. He began tearing it down the middle. Soon, there were pieces. He ripped the page over, and over again until it was too small to rip anymore. The pieces flew away in the cold breeze. They flew left, spinning around before floating out and off the hilltop.

 Blake watched them blow away, along with his heart. The city lights illuminated the papers that danced in the wind, in front of the skyline.

 A final tear streamed down his cheek as he looked out and beyond.

 “I love you, Park Chanyeol.”  

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Lifeline - JUNGKOOK APOCALYPSE AU (part 3)

Paring: Jungkook x Reader (Y/N) Genre: Horror, apocalypse, fluff, angst, smut Word count: 2.9k Summary: You never tasted anyone else before. Never felt the comfort of another in such a way. The end of the world, and the beginning of endless tragedy is not how you expected it to be. But when you reconnect with an old friend, a neighbor, you can't deny your feelings even in the deadly situation. PART THREE You never thought the apocalypse would actually happen. Zombies? Really? You trudged, tiredly, behind Jungkook. His shiny brown hair reflected the bright sun as you did. His wide shoulders stood as a barrier in front of you. "Protecting you by going first" he called it. You drug your legs behind you. Slowly you made your way up the barren road, the double yellow lines the only thing keeping you straight. Your eyesight didn't stray from them as you walked. "(Y/N)!" Your attention finally snapped from the lines, to the figure nearing you. It came slightly to the side of you from behind, an area Jungkook could not "protect" you from. You simply stared at the taller boy. Clearly annoyed, you rolled your eyes at him. He watched nervously as you waited for the walking dead to near. "(Y/N)-" You whipped around quickly, pulling your large machete from the pocket holster as you spun. Your hair strung along your eyes as the figure came into full view. You released the sharp blade. Your arm extended, fingers gripping tightly to the handle. The tip of the blade sliced across the zombie's neck, easily cutting through the dead flesh. The spin and cut lasted in one motion, a smooth circle. It seemed to move in slow motion. (quite ninja-like if you so much add to brag) It struggled, gargle noises leaving its mouth as black-ish blood poured from your cut. You kicked your leg up, the boot making contact with its abdomen. The zombie fell to the road. The hard blacktop breaking the decaying spine. It laid, helpless, struggling as you put your foot on its chest. You held it there as you leaned down. The machete was plunged through its forehead. The black liquid splattered all around, including tainting your arms. The zombie's white, blind eyes rolled back into its skull. The creature lay lifeless as you slid the knife out slowly. As if to prove a point, you spun around dramatically on your heels. Your arms were out to your sides. You faced jungkook with a devilish smirk plastered on your face. He only stood. He was throughly irritated with your games. You walked the few feet distance between the two of you, closing it. You continued walking, passing him. The blade swiped across his thin jacket sleeve. The side of the blade caressing his biceps as you stared at him through the now messy hair covering your face. A trail of black was left behind, staining the dark, camo green fabric. You flicked the knife off, a small, and barely noticeable, wink sent his way. You dropped the knife to your side as you kept going, not stopping once. You walked ahead of the standing boy. Your hips swayed as you sauntered forward. The machete spun around in your hand. You dramatically twisted it one last time before shoving it into its original home. The brown leather holster now weighted by the large blade. You pretended to brush off your hands. The smirk, now not visible to the boy, never leaving your face. "Thanks but I can take care of myself, Jungkookie~" You sang as your steps strode forward. He shuddered at the name not used since his childhood. He cringed at the way you said it so sweet, just like when you were children. His heart swelled because you were the only person to ever gift him such a name. And his thoughts shifted as he watched your backside walk away, hips swaying in those shorts. Those really, really short shorts. It wasn't until dusk when you two spoke again. Just as the bright orange sun was setting in the purple-blue sky, Jungkook cleared his throat. "Aha!" He sounded over excited, as if he discovered a cure or something absurd. "This is it." You tightened your grip on your book bag straps. You leaned up onto your toes, trying to get a view of whatever was above the trees. "What is it?" You asked in an impatient tone. Your voice sounded skeptical of the place he was referring to. And you were. "A safe house." He replied in a, still, giddy tone. "It's my aunt's house. She would be on vacation this time of year so it's empty. We can stay here for a bit." You scoffed. "And what we couldn't stay at my house?" He only laughed at you as he cut down vines and branches. You had taken the back woods way, hoping it would be less detection. "Because you wanted to come with, remember?" His tone was mocking, only making you angrier. "Yeah because I didn't want to die alone like that. But I mean-" You swatted through the obstacles with the blade of your own. "Why couldn't we stay there together?" Jungkook continued to cut his way through. "Because you live in a suburban neighborhood. My aunt lives literally in the middle of nowhere. It'll be safe here." You relaxed a little, taking into account the actual sense he was making. You finally reached the end of the thick woods. Night had just fallen. Luckily Jungkook carried multiple flashlights. He suggested you stay close to him as you made a line for the farm house. However, you refused, yet again assuring you could take care of yourself. "Give me a flashlight then." "No we're not wasting batteries. One flashlight for both of us." You couldn't see where exactly the destination was in the distance. But Jungkook promised he knew the way from the woods. You followed blindly, hoping to reach the home soon. The slight wind began to chill your bare legs. You stopped momentarily to pull the pair of sweatpants from your bag. You wanted to simply slip them over your shorts for the time being. You had no clue how much further it would be to the house. You bent over, digging in the blue bag as Jungkook walked on. He was unaware of your stopping. The flashlight beam became smaller as he grew distant. You pulled out the pants. Your leg lifted, almost into the leg when a small hand touched your shoulder. You screamed, falling forward. One leg was still stuck in your pants as you struggled to reach for your machete holster. You grunted as the hands began clawing at your legs. "Ah ah...mmm." You exhaled deeply several times over, your struggled grunts sounding loud. You tried to crawl towards Jungkook. The hands restricted your legs. You began kicking, hoping to hit its face. "AgH... ahh... fuck!" You struggled against the creature as it moaned. It's teeth neared your calf. Just before it could taste your muscle, the zombie fell dead. Jungkook had run from the side. His knife cut straight through its head. The split cranium laid, black liquid pouring from it endlessly. Jungkook quickly put his knife back into its holster, not even bothering to clean it off before doing so. "(Y/N)." He breathed. His tone was worried. Your reached upwards in hopes of leverage. He grabbed your outstretched hand. Yet again, you found your fingers to be interlaced with his. His palms were sweaty and bloody against yours. He helped pull you to stand. Your legs were weak from struggling. The adrenaline finally worn down, you just now realizing the severity of the situation you were in. You stood up, only to fall forward into his arms. He caught you, struggling backwards, his breath ragged and deep. "Are you okay?" He asked in a much more soothing tone than you were used to. A simple nod against his chest was all you returned as he held you. "You fucking scared me... Did you get bit?" His hand had started suddenly running through your hair. His fingers caressed the strands. Again, a simple shake of your head was all that you replied. "Good." He said before hoisting an arm of yours around his broad shoulders. "Next time don't leave me like that. Especially without any light." You only grunted, annoyed. Yet you had not the energy to protest, or to walk on your own. Your tough, self-reliant resolve had dissipated in that moment. You let yourself lean completely into him. He carried all your weight this way. You weren't sure when it was, how far you had made it, or how far you had left to go when you collapsed. You had tried to walk, following the beam of light on the grass as Jungkook's strong and rough hands helped to stabilize you. The beam, however, increasingly had grown dark. Blackness moved inwards from the corners of your vision. You jumbled words in your mouth, simply mumbling instead of warning Jungkook. You fell suddenly. A complete loss of consciousness. A single bright light shone in your eye. Small dust particles floated all around the area. A small window on the wall parallel to you let the light source in. It's tainted white curtains rustled in the slight wind that entered through. The window was opened. The smell of flowers penetrated the room. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes. They itched badly, like you'd slept for ages. The rubbing only stopped when you realized you were wearing your sweatpants. You dropped your hands to under the covers to lift them. Sure enough, the thick, grey fabric was there on your legs. You immediately lifted the waistband, looking underneath. You sighed of relief. Your shorts were still left on. Jungkook only slipped them on over your other clothes as you had previously wished to do. You yawned as your attention shifted to else where around the room. In a small chair in a corner of the room, sat your bag. The bright, baby-blue bag sat, stuffed with objects. It was slightly mud covered, as you had noticed your sweatpants were as well. Did Jungkook really go back and get all this for me? The bag you could understand, yes, it had valuable items you both needed. A necessity. But your pants? You stretched your arms outward. You groaned as the sore muscles tensed. You sighed of relief afterwards, staring around the room. It was fairly nice. Simple. Cute. Definitely an older woman's taste. You moved the covers aside, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You faced the window square on, letting the sunlight soak into your skin. It warmed you at the same time the breeze chilled you. And sigh escaped your lips at the moment of blissful peace. You set your feet to the ground, your soles touching the cold, wooden floor. You made small steps to the to the door located on the wall in front of the bed. You turned the cold metal knob, flinging the door open. You exited into a hallway. The long walls stretched down to the left, your room at its very end. Pictures hung, littering it. You walked down the hall slowly, still groggy and sleepy. A familiar, yet distant, smell arose from out of the hallway. It filled your nose, stirring old memories. You inhaled deeply, enjoying the enticing aroma as you continued forward. As you entered into the larger space, the smell overpowered your senses. You moaned as the aroma continued to penetrate your nose, the faint memories of it bringing another peaceful bliss. Jungkook only stared at you as you moaned to yourself. His eyes wide, slightly embarrassed at the sudden noise. You were unaware of his presence, as you had your eyes closed. You finally opened them, coming down off your toes from another stretch. His shocked eyes met yours. The two of you staring, slightly embarrassed by one another. You cleared your throat. "Cooking?" You asked. You simply made your way to a soft looking chair in the room. He turned back to the old fireplace. He poked at the wood, stirring the flames. A small pot and pant sat above it on a tray. "Yes. My mom's egg and rice recipe." You suddenly shifted in your seat, remembering the smell. The distant memory had been the one of his mother cooking you breakfast before. The several night spent as his house included this meal. You smelled it again, smiling at the sweet memory of the childhood innocence. "Ah yea, this stuff tastes so good." You smiled when he turned back to you. "I remember your mom making this for me before." You simply shrugged. Jungkook turned back to the fire. He poked it once more. The flames licked the bottom of the black tray. "Keep an eye on it. Make sure nothing overflows. Poke the wood every so often. I'm going out back for a second." He stood up, handing you the poker. You took it in your hand, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. "Oh don't worry, I'll poke the wood plenty." You giggled to yourself like a little girl as he left the room. You watched him shake his head before disappearing around a corner. "Don't be such a child." You did as told, poking and moving the blocks of wood occasionally. The flames would move and provide better angles than previous. Nothing overflowed, which you were thankful for. Cooking wasn't your forte. Jungkook was gone longer than you had anticipated. Mislead by his words of, "for a second." He came back in through the back door he had left from. You heard another door being opened. His grunts could be heard from where you were sitting. It sounded as if he were struggling with something. Then, a loud splashing sound erupted from the room. Large amounts of water being poured into something. This happened several times over. In and out, in and out, pouring, and pouring. He finally walked back into the living room, his hands and arm glistening from the moisture on them. He flashed you a quick smile before taking the poker from your hands. "I got this." He poked at the wood and looked into the pot. "It won't be much longer now." He said, sitting into a crossed-legged position. "I filled the tub in there up with water I boiled out back. It'll be hot at first so wait a bit before getting in. Towels are in the bathroom closet door." You sat still, not knowing what to do. What to say. "Uh.. t-thanks. But.. what about you?" "I'll just fill it up again later and take one then." "O-okay." Was all you muttered upon standing. You walked towards the direction he had came from. "First door on the left. And don't take forever if you don't want your food to be cold." You nodded, heading into the different hallway. You turned at the first doorway to your left. You pushed the door open, a sudden wave of hot air rushing to your chilled body. Sure enough it was the bathroom. The extremely large tub sat way in the back. The bathroom was larger than you thought necessary. However, you couldn't deny the enticing thought of a hot bath at this moment. You made your way across the cool tile, to the closet door Jungkook spoke of. It was filled with towels. All colors and sizes. Holding one in your hand, you discovered it pure softness. The delicate fabric caressed your skin. You carried it to the tub, setting it on a convienent rack that stood next to the bath. You smiled down at the clear liquid, staring at your own mangled reflection. Steam rolled off and disappeared into the air. You began stripping. Your finger hooked under the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You tossed it aside now aiming for your sweatpants. The band was slid down, revealing the shorts underneath. You wiggled out of those as well. The only items remaining were your panties and bra. You began reaching to unhook your bra when you remembered you hadn't shut the door. You instantly spun around. Your feet carried you quickly across the room towards it. You stopped just at the wooden barricade as Jungkook crossed the hall. You squealed, jumping backwards. Jungkook stopped and turned his head, his attention caught by your surprised yelling. He wouldn't have noticed you standing there otherwise. His eyes widened as you stood, just as shocked. "S-sorry." You quickly apologized, grabbing the edge of the door and pushing it with all your force. The wood slammed into the wall louder than you would have hoped. But at least it was closed. You took a deep breath, eyes screwed shut tightly as you leaned back against it. While you enjoyed the steaming, and somewhat scalding, heat of the blissful bath, Jungkook couldn't get you out of his head. He mindlessly made the food. He simply went through the motions, his mind lost elsewhere. He thought of your black laced bra. How it hugged your breasts, pushing them upwards. It laid so low against them, showing more of your cleavage than appropriate. How your body curved in, your stomach small. Then curved out, your hips prominent. Especially in the small panties you were wearing. The tight fabric exposed your body to a sinful point. Your thighs were rounded and so cute to him. Your body looked perfect to him. His thoughts were shifted to a dirty place. He shook his head, attempting to clear them. His crush on you since you were kids wasn't going to get in the way of things now. At least he hoped.

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Lifeline - JUNGKOOK APOCALYPSE AU (part 2)

Paring: Jungkook x Reader (Y/N) Genre: Horror, apocalypse, fluff, angst, smut Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You never tasted anyone else before. Never felt the comfort of another in such a way. The end of the world, and the beginning of endless tragedy is not how you expected it to be. But when you reconnect with an old friend, a neighbor, you can’t deny your feelings even in the deadly situation.

PART TWO

The mystery boy tugged on your arm as you followed behind him. His back was large, broad shoulders and all. His short and black hair finely styled. He was quite taller than you had originally guessed from his laying on you. Maybe 5’ 10" or so? (177 cm) He appeared, by size and voice, to be late teens. He couldn’t be much older than you.

You followed in complete silence, save the panting breaths escaping you both. There weren’t anymore people around. No one followed. The country roads were barren, the cornfields your only obstacle.

You neared the small residential area where you lived. The place you erupted from just hours ago. The walk had taken a while, quiet and slow to avoid detection.

The small suburban houses soon came into view. You could see your small beige-brown house in the slight distance.

“Hey stop, I live here.” You whispered quietly to the boy. “I know.” He replied. His voice wasn’t as rough as before, no longer whispering. He sounded small, sweet, young.

“You.. know?” You pried.

“Yes I live here too, (Y/N). In case you forgot.”

You stopped suddenly, hand still intertwined with the boy’s. He tried to continue forward, only to be pulled back at your stopped weight. He stumbled back towards you. “What’re you doing?” He asked in a hushed manner. His voice sounded frantic suddenly.

You laughed. A small grunt, a sneer on your face. “Jeon Jungkook.” You looked up into his, now facing you, eyes.

He stared back. His face was strained, clearly distressed at your stopping. You only looked back curiously.

“You still live here?” Your toes kicked into the ground nervously. You felt bad forgetting about your old childhood friend.

“Can we talk about this later please?” He demanded more than asked. His extreme uneasy tone made you slightly nervous. “S-Sure.” You walked again, no longer holding his hand.

You walked into your open and vacant garage. The smell of oil and gasoline still prominent. The fumes filled your nose as you inhaled deeply. Your finger swept across the large toolbox in the corner, your fathers prized possession.

You never had a lot of things, not a lot of nice things. But this tool box was the one expensive item he had received, just before she had died.

You dropped your hand to your side. The fabric of the jeans rough against your cut skin.

“You have a lot of injuries.” Jungkook suddenly spoke up from behind you. “Thanks, captain obvious. I may have died had it not been for you.” The boy rolled his eyes behind you.

“Let me help you clean them.”

You whipped around. So quick, Jungkook almost stumbled back into the tool box (which was more like a human sized cabinet). You hissed in his general direction, face twisted in confusion and slight disgust.

“What the fuck have I ever done for you, Jeon Jungkook.” You growled, pointing a stern finger directly in his face. The proximity of your deep purple finger nails to his nose, slim to none.

He put his hands up in a defense position. He backed away slightly. “Why do I need a favor to return in order for me to help you survive?” His position looked defensive and apologetic, like he didn’t want to cause any problems. His tone, however, had just as much bitter sting as yours.

You let your finger down slowly. You eyed him before turning back to the house door. You pushed inside, the familiar living room coming into view.

The room was completely dark as it was before. You felt around and stumbled in search of the kitchen. You headed in that general direction, hoping to reach it with minimal injury.

Just as your feet touched the cool marble, the kitchen came into full view.

All the lights had been restored. The power magically back on. You stood, shocked as Jungkook emerged from the garage finally.

He sneered. “You have a generator in your garage, dumbass.” His shoulder hit yours as he passed you. You stood, slightly turned to the side by his force. You bit your lip in anger.

“I’m going to get some stuff from my room. Don’t fucking touch anything.”

He stood, obliging as you disappeared down the the hallway. You stopped at your bedroom, pushing the door open and entering inside.

The small room came to life as you flicked on the light switch. You sighed, flopping onto the soft bed. You groaned into the sheets. Pure depression finally overcoming your body as the realization set in.

You were leaving somewhere with Jungkook, you understood that. Leaving your home, your memories, your friends. Your dad, never to be seen again. A second parent lost. Your life to be turned upside down by sure tragedy you knew would come. Eventually everyone would die, if you didn’t die first. And the strange thing to you, was that spending survival with Jungkook seemed like the worst aspect of it all.

The boy who broke your heart in seventh grade.

Your mother was close friends with his. They’d attended school together long ago. They even became pregnant at the same time, in hopes of their children becoming just as equally great of friends.

You grew up further in the suburbs, closer to the large, raging city. There, you played with Jungkook daily. Before school age there were play dates inside. Tea parties, dress up, roll play with whatever silly scenario your child self could brew up.

When you’d finally grown old enough to explore the outside world for yourself, the bond had only grown. You and Jungkook built forts in the woods near your neighboring houses. You used Nerf guns, air soft guns, rocks, virtually anything to fight each other with. Hiding in tress, bushes, old buildings, waiting to assault the other.

Your wars made your childhood. Anytime spent with Jungkook was a good time. A wild time, shaping you into the strong and independent girl you were today. There were no barbies and ponies.

He was your lifeline to sanity as your sick mother laid dying for years.

That was until seventh grade.

Naturally, as puberty hit, Jungkook began growing attractive. Your hormones had kicked into overdrive. You experienced changes to your body you couldn’t explain, weird sensations when Jungkook touched you. Even the familiar gesture of him ambushing you, rolling onto your body and him pinning you down, felt alien.

You began wishing he’d touch you more, visit more often. You began longing for that time. You started to have feelings for Jeon Jungkook.

It was a late spring day, nearing the end of the school year. Things had been going well. Your mother had been able to return home after spending recent months in the hospital. Her health was regaining as summer was nearing. A happy time in your life, as you skipped up the main doors to see your best friend.

“Jungkookie-Ah!” You yelled, spotting him just ahead. You rounded the corner. Only to see him. Another girl pinned to the lockers by his arms. He played with her hair as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

The bell rang then as you stood, stunned, shocked in the hall. He kissed her cheek lightly as the parted ways.

The girl skipped pass, her long black hair flowing behind her. She hummed happily as Jungkook disappeared in the opposite direction, completely unaware of your presence.

You dropped the confession note you were going to give him in the trash later that day.

Shortly after, Jungkook began gaining popularity.

You held your feelings to yourself. You ignored the burning sensation to touch him, kiss him, just to talk to him about how amazing he was.

You stuck to your normal friendship, however.

You could feel the boy you had loved, not only as a boyfriend, slip through your fingers. He came to your house less. He talked to you less at school. He stopped hanging out with you at school gatherings. He instead walked with the same crowd.

You stopped talking to Jungkook completely after he officially started a relationship with the black haired girl. You couldn’t even remember her name for the life of her, you despised her that much. He told you late one afternoon while eating at a barbecue at your house. “She says I can’t hang out with you as much because she’s afraid you like me.”

“You don’t hang out with me anyways.”

Jungkook left the night, utterly stunned at your words. After muttering them, you retreated to your room, not to see Jungkook the rest of the party.

In the years past you only saw him at school. He attended your mother’s funeral when she had passed away three years ago. Other than that, Jungkook never visited you again. And you made no effort to speak to him either.

You finished packing your things as you reminisced about the past. What few clothes you needed, few necessities, and keepsakes you gathered were shoved into a small drawstring bag. The baby blue fabric had a red printed cheerleader jumping on it. “Go Redhawks!” Printed under it. You laughed as her pom-poms insulted you.

“Help me pick out some food.” You demanded coldly upon entering back into the kitchen. Jungkook stood, leaning against the small marble island. He only scoffed while pushing himself up.

You both rummaged the cabinets and fridge to no end. Perishable foods thrown aside, while cans and others were collected in a duffle bag. The red bag laid on the floor as the two of you ate the perishables. “Building protein for the trip.” He called it.

“Where are we going?” You asked, in the most detached tone possible. He responded in an even more detached tone. “I mean we, if you feel like following me.” You grunted in disgust, turning your gaze away from him.

“You saved me. So I feel obligated to assist you, no matter how shitty it may be.. and plus.” You turned back to him. You leaned forward on the stool, nearing his face. “I’m doing this primarily for my self benefit. My dad just died and I have no one else. My choices are A..rot in that room, scared and starved-” You pointed back at your bedroom hidden by the hall. “And B.. go outside without help, clueless, and die.” You retracted back to your seat, folding your arms. “So yes, I’m following you.”

Jungkook folded his arms just as you, mocking your face and everything. His smug look sending you into anger. He leaned back in his stool as well.

“Well then let’s go.” He smirked.

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DOUBLE TROUBLE - (Reader X Taehyung X Hoseok)

Genre: smut Word Count: 4k PART ONE "Are you just gonna fuck him already?" You almost spit out your morning coffee at Tae's sudden and unexpected bluntness. You set the white mug down, splashing out more of the dark substance inside. "Jesus Tae what the fuck." You wiped your mouth while mumbling at the boy. He only shrugged. "I mean come on. You're so wet for this guy it's painful to watch." You cleaned the marble counter with the few napkins you found nearby. "Why's it any of your concern anyways?" You grumbled, unamused at your roommate. You had crushed on the popular, incredibly talented, and insanely hot dancer since your first year of high school. He had just moved to your school that year, immediately making friends. He was friends with all your friends, yet never once spoke to you. Not until graduation day when something strange had happened. Your best friend had grown close to him in the years. Graduation day she wanted a picture with all of her closest friends, including you and Hoseok. Everyone wrapped an arm around the one next to them's shoulders. Hoseok's right arm slung across the top of your back, fingertips resting on your right shoulder just as your left arm was doing to him. He leaned over whispering, "You look really nice in that dress." With a subtle smirk just before the photo was taken. Leaving you with a surprised look forever captured on the film. "For fucks sake you went to high school with the dude. And now you're in college. You'd think you would've hopped on his dick by now." "I don't just wanna ride him." You countered while rolling your eyes at the blonde boy. You slid off the bar stool, leaving the counter behind. "You're so shallow Taehyung." You shouted behind, heading down the narrow hall towards your bedroom. You kicked the white wooden door closed behind you before falling onto the purple bed. Small particles of dust flew up as the sheets moved from your force. You watched as the dust swirled around the single beam of light coming from a window. You sighed wondering if Tae was right. Were you being too cautious? Too scared? Was it really that big of a deal? Couldn't you just go up and talk to him? Final year of high school, that questionable graduation day, you thought nothing more of Hoseok's comment. A pretty, popular, fuck boy trying to get another lay. You weren't ugly. You knew that. Yet somehow, you never felt enough for Jung Hoseok. You shook your head, clearing any thoughts your dumb roommate put into your head. "He doesn't like you, (Y/N) he's just a player. Forget him. You can do it." You repeated to yourself in your mind. The following day you walked down the campus pathway, cold air hitting your skin. Your hot breath escaped. The smoky patterns formed in front of you and dissipated as you walked through them. Tae followed beside you. His strides were larger than yours, you struggling to keep with him. "Jesus Tae slow down we're not late." He only scoffed at you. "Don't you wanna have time to say hello to your lover?" Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. You opted for gripping your bookbag straps instead. "I'm gonna fucking slap you, you piece of shit." He skipped ahead of you slightly, spinning around to face you. "A hot piece of shit though." He teased with a wink. He continued skipping backwards to the main entrance. He mocked you the whole path up. "Oh Hoseok!" He moaned in a high pitched voice. "Oh god yes please Hoseok! Deeper! Deeper!" He mocked your voice, failing miserably. You only rolled your eyes harder and harder each time as you walked to the doors. Many times your finger flew to your lips, in attempt to quiet your roommate. Too many people begun staring in the short walk. "Oh yes ple-" "(Y/N)!" Tae suddenly covered his mouth with his hands as Hoseok yelled your name from a distance. He tried his hardest to hold in his giggles, turning away from you and the approaching boy. "Uh hey Hobi. What's up?" You greeted, nervously rubbing your bag straps. Your arched back and forth slightly on your toes. He bounced in front of you while coming to a harsh stop. His orange dyed hair bounced with him. "Hey (Y/N). Jin-Hyung is having a party this weekend. Wanna come with me?" He asked, referring to the elder. Kim Seokjin, infamous pretty boy, known for his parties. Even though "his" parties were always taken over by his close friend, Kim Namjoon. Infamous genius, with a bad boy persona. Funny how all these people worked in cliché ways, like a typical high school. But this was college. A musical arts college. You, the composing major. Your roommate Taehyung, the vocal major. Your crush, Jung Hoseok, the dance performing major. "It's a couple's masquerade thing. Jin-Hyung told me to find someone." He laughed nervously towards the end of his sentence. His hand stretched up to his neck, rubbing its back nervously while he looked at the floor. "Uh. Yeah. Yeah sure." You said, just as nervous as he appeared to be. You looked also. "I-I don't have a mask though. Or..anything dressy for that matter." Hoseok suddenly bounced up, his excited state returning. He grabbed your shoulders tightly. "Oh don't worry about that! I'm sure I could find something in the costumes for he dance sets." He assured with a wink. After Hoseok left, you were greeted by a smug Taehyung. "Oh shut up you piece of shit." You swatted Tae back with the magazine currently in your hand. He backed off the couch, rolling and falling onto the floor. He held his sides, giggling as you continued your relentless attack. The magazine swatted at his cheeks, his hair, his arms, his chest. You took the open opportunity to swat his neck when he turned to avoid your chest-smacks. His neck quickly swelled at the pressure. Tae immediately stood up, face twisted in pain. He gripped his neck while moaning. "Ow fuck (Y/N) what was that for?" He removed his hand from his injured neck, a large red spot appearing before your eyes. You gasped at the mark. "S-Sorry Tae." You said with your hand over you mouth. You tried not giggling at his apparent frustration. You feigned sympathy. You sat trying to contain your giggles, before you realized what was happening. The pair of much larger hands were suddenly latched onto your hips. The sweet and sexy scent of the blonde man right in your face. The light hairs tickled your cheeks. His lips were suddenly attached to your neck as you tilted sideways, confused at the sudden onslaught. He sucked harshly. Pulling at your flesh hard, leaving dark purple marks that went deep. He playfully bit them, adding to the pain. Then licked them, as a silent apology. The attack continued up from your collar bone to the underneath of your jaw. "Oh Tae." You moaned in a whispering tone. Your voice had completely gone. Your hands flew to his hair, searching purchase in the soft, blonde locks. You rubbed circles in the strands as his mouth continued assaulting your neck. The intensity of the bites never let up. You bit your bottom lip as he pulled away. You moaned in silent pleasure feeling his breath ghost against your cheek. He rested his forehead onto yours. "Only fair." He breathed, breath gone as well. "Now your neck has marks too." He said mockingly. You scoffed, hinted with laugh. "That was... hot." You whispered against him. He only smirked. "Didn't know you had a thing for me (Y/N)." Slight giggles escaped you both. "I could say the same for you." "Can I fuck you?" "Tae!" You screamed at his unexpected bluntness. The boy never ran out of it. "Can I or not because you look so hot." You didn't even realize how he was referring to your messed hair from the previous fight. And your oversized black shirt that covered your shorts, making you appear as if you weren't wearing any pants. You stuttered for moments, at a loss to find the right words. He simply pointed down to his crotch, impatient. The tent in his sweatpants easily visible. "If not I need to take care of this." Without even answering, still at a loss for words, you pushed Taehyung back by the shoulders. His back hit the floor, large hands coming up to meet your hips as you straddled him. With each knee on different sides of Taehyung's torso, you bent down catching his lips in a kiss. As how unexpected this was, it felt so good. So normal and so okay. You relished in the pleasure of his soft lips as he moved them against you. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for access. You easily granted permission. You opened your mouth slightly as his tongue slid inside. He discovered all the places inside your mouth, tongues battling each other as you fought for some dominance. His tongue, however, easily won. Instead you opted to your hips, rolling them against his erection. He hissed into your mouth, whilst bucking his hips up into your own. You continued, grinding at a painfully slow back and forth motion. He gripped your hair, pulling your head backwards. "Fuck, (Y/N)." His teeth bit into your bottom lip. You retracted, leaving his mouth empty. He held a firm grip on your hips while you pulled the black cotton fabric over your head. Your hands lifted the hem of your large, black shirt. You pulled it over you slowly and dramatically, teasing Taehyung further. His hands tightened on your hips as the fabric was discarded somewhere in the room. Next, you reached behind your back, searching for the hook of your bra. His expression grew sly as the black-laced fabric fell off your shoulders. It also was discarded somewhere within the room. Taehyung leaned up. His arms wrapped behind your back, keeping you stable in front of him. He leaned his face down, level with your breasts. You continued to straddle him. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, the hardened bud sensitive to his hot breath. He gripped it softly between his teeth, moving it around ever so slightly. He tugged it, causing the perfect amount of pain as he bit and pulled. And the sweet moans pouring from your mouth were only fuel to Taehyung. He released the pink bud, only to swirl his tongue around it. Meanwhile, his other hand moved to your neglected breast. He began kneading it, also continuing to lick and suck the other. You shifted your hips ever so slightly for the much needed friction. You could feel Tae growing harder beneath you. "Taehyung-Ah." You moaned, drawing out your syllables sloppily. The sensations and pleasure proving all too much. Disorienting you. He released both breasts. Only to grab under the hem of his own black skirt. He lifted the snugly fit, V-neck over his head. His blonde locks spilled out as the shirt was taken off. A third garment, discarded somewhere unknown. He smirked, pleased at your reaction. You starred at his chest. His sculpted pecs and abs, flexing as he moved. His body was hotter than you imagined. In all the time you roomed with Taehyung, you never saw him shirtless once. You assumed men were just naturally made to always have their shirts off. You expected a half naked Tae roaming your dorm normally. However, it was quiet the opposite. He never was around without full clothing. Shirt, pants (always full pants, hardly ever shorts) and socks. Taehyung hated his feet cold. But you never denied Tae's looks. Of course he was beautiful, more than you thought of yourself. He was so hot and always so kind. "What a perfect guy." You thought after the first week of living with him. That is, until you discovered his annoying child-like side. The side that had teased you no more than minutes ago about your "lover", Hoseok. As of right now, however, he was no child. His hooded eyes were dark and full of lust as he looked up at you. You pulled his hair roughly, the blonde violently tugged between your fingers. You slammed your lips onto his. He again easily dominated your mouth, hands now roaming up your bare sides. Your naked chests pressed together as you passionately kissed. His hands traveled up further, snaking up your sides to your breasts. He softly kneaded them, occasionally pinching your nipples between two fingers. "Are you gonna take me on the floor?" You asked, a mixed laugh and breathy moan. Taehyung replied by standing quickly, grabbing under your arms to lift you with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hall of your shared dorm. He stopped at the first door, his bedroom, and kicked the door open. Your back suddenly hit the soft surface of the mattress as he threw you down. He leaned over you, dark eyes staring into yours. His hands rested on the top of your pants rather than your chest. He hooked his finger under the seam, tugging it slowly. He looked up at you, asking silently for permission. You nodded, unbuttoning the denim your self. The pants released their tight tension against your waist as they were unbuttoned. You laid back, sighing in anticipation as Taehyung began pulling them off. The pants were thrown onto the floor, adding to the collection. The other clothes, however, lost in the other room. He positioned himself in between your legs. You spread them slightly, opening your clothed womanhood to him. Taehyung placed small butterfly kisses up your thighs. He held one leg in his hands, placing the open mouthed kisses from your knee to just near your panties. His lips ghosted over your slit as he moved to the other leg. You gasped at the contact, raising your hips and arching your back. One of Taehyung's hands flew up to your hips. He held them down harshly. "Be good and don't move for me, princess." He demanded nicely before returning to his task at hand. He kissed your other thigh. This time painfully slower than the other. He finally made it back to your clothed heat, blowing his hot breath against it. "Tae please...stop teasing." You whined, hands reaching for purchase in his blonde hairs. "Whatever you want, princess." He quickly removed your matching (before the bra was rudely discarded) black laced panties. He continued to breathe against your heat, the hot of his breath painfully pleasuring. You attempted to close your thighs, naturally and subconsciously wanting the much needed friction. He started slowly, given kitten licks to your core. The small licks provided little relief to your swollen clit. You moaned loudly, pulling roughly at his hairs. "Tae." You complained. He responded by wrapping his lips around your clit. He began sucking harshly, leaving little room for you to gather your composure. His lips sucked roughly as he groaned against you. The vibrations adding to the almost painful stimulation. "T-Tae. Tae..too much." You hopelessly gasped for mercy as he continued his onslaught. His tongue slid along your slit as he sucked on the sore muscle. His groans became louder and louder, the vibrations heavier. "Ah! Tae!" You screamed out. You raised a hand from his hair to cover your mouth just as he threatened. "Don't cover up your moans or I'll punish you." You obliged, nodding in fear as your hand dropped back to his locks. He continued on your core, changing his pace, but not relenting. He turned to long, slow, flat licks against your clit. Meanwhile, two fingers entered you slowly. He pumped them in and out. The painfully slow pace causing you to burn his scalp. "You're so wet for me, (Y/N)." He teased. His fingers went deeper, slightly curling upwards. He searched for your spot while, again, humming against your clit. You moaned the loudest yet as he curled his fingers, hitting your walls. You absently played with his hair as you began seeing stars behind your tightly closed eyes. His fingers increased their pace. They curled up, searching every space of your walls. They pumped in and out of yourself quicker. They dove deeper. All while you laid, a moaning mess pulling relentlessly at Taehyung's hair. You walls suddenly clenched and tightened around Tae's fingers. He knew you were close, increasing his thrusts. "Don't come unless I say so." He warned, dark eyes looking straight up at you. You stared back, afraid of looking away. His fingers kept their fast pace. He continued curling, still searching for the special spot that drove you crazy. His lips no longer assaulted your clit, as he raised his head to make direct eye contact with you. Suddenly, the tips of his fingers brushed up ever so lightly against that certain spot. Your back arched high, despite his one hand still holding your hips. The power of sensations from your g-spot overtook his hand's power. You moaned out loudly, pulling Tae's head up with the rest of your body. "Ah-Ahh fuck!" You cursed. Tae smirked, staring at writhing figure knowing he had found what he was looking for. He returned to the spot. He relentlessly thrusted into you, brushing roughly against the spot each time. Your breathing increased and your moans grew louder. It became increasingly difficult to hold back the heat pooling in your stomach. You so badly wanted your release. Your walls tightened even more as your orgasm was right on the edge. "Tae please." You begged, knowing you wouldn't last longer. He said nothing, however. Only continuing his attack on your weakness. In seconds you were seeing white, your release hitting you unexpectedly. Your eyes twisted shut as your walls closed around his fingers. Your came against them, your juices running down them. Tae pulled out, a dangerous look in his eyes you didn't see, your eyes still screwed shut. He climbed on the bed, crawling over your heavily breathing figure. His unsoiled hand gripped your chin and pulled your face up to meet his. You opened your eyes as he suddenly faced you in close proximity. His eyes were dark and hooded with lust. "I told you not come." He reminded in a dark tone. You shrunk back against the bed, your head pushing into the pillows. He took one of his two soiled fingers into his mouth. He sucked on it, making explicit sounds. His eyes teasing you while he did. He pulled it out of his mouth slowly. A string of saliva connected his mouth to the finger as he did. "Mmm." He moaned. "You taste so good." You only watched as he licked his lips before you. "Taste." He shoved his finger into your slightly parted mouth before you even registered what he had said. You took his finger into your mouth, surprised. He moaned watching you suck on his digit, whilst tasting yourself. You licked up and down his long finger as you eyed him sexily. You swirled around the tip of his finger suggestively. He inhaled sharply at the sight. He quickly removed his finger, the building pressure in his pants finally too much. Taehyung backed off the bed. He stood at its edge, removing his sweatpants. They were pulled off in one swift move. They pooled around his ankles as he reached to throw them, discarding them with all other clothing items. You were surprised to find him naked under the pants. "Commando huh?" You asked in a smug tone, your lips curling into a mocking smirk. He only looked at you innocently. "Whatever works." He stood in front of you, completely naked. His toned chest and sculpted abs enough to have you dripping between your legs. His waist slowly descended into a v-line, his hips looking so delicious. You admired his figure as he stood. His now revealed cock, stood tall and proud against his stomach. The pink flesh of his tip gleaming, dripping with pre-cum. He slowly moved towards your waiting self. He hovered over you, arms placed on either side of your head, resting on his elbows. You looked up at him, anticipating. "You're sure this is okay right?" He asked. His sudden nervous and goofy side showing through. You only giggled slightly while nodding. "Please for the love of god Tae, fuck me. I need you." You pleaded, desperate to feel him inside you. The much needed friction and pain had returned to your core. You guided his cock to your entrance while his arms remained at the sides of your head, stabilizing himself. His tip brushed against your entrance ever so slightly. You closed your eyes, moaning lightly. Taehyung grunted at the sight beneath him. You pushed him in slightly yourself, allowing him to find where he was going. Once adjusted, he thrust inside quickly. Your hands moved to Tae's back, gripping him roughly. You moaned as he filled you up, stretching you out perfectly. "Move." You demanded desperately. Taehyung responded, pulling his hips back. He pulled out of you almost completely (and so slowly), before slamming back into you at full force. His hips hit yours, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. "Fuck Tae!" You screamed out at the sudden force. He continued this pace, pulling out so painfully slow before thrusting back inside hard, and what seemed like deeper than the previous thrust. "Ah Tae please. Faster." You begged, your moans small and weak as your voice failed you. "And I told you not to come earlier." You sighed, head falling back against the pillows. You knew he wasn't going to relent on his painful pace. He latched his lips to your neck as your head turned to the side. Your eyes closed shut, reveling in the pleasure. His lips sucked as harsh as they had earlier, returning your mind to the start of this all. He left deep, dark marks as his hips thirsted in and out of you. His slow pace started to pick up, himself getting frustrated. You began thrusting your hips down on him, looking for any extra force. You moaned louder and louder as his thrusts became quicker and quicker, sloppier and sloppier. He chased his own release. The familiar feeling returned to your stomach as his pace had now reached acceptable standards. You moaned out, fingers digging into Taehyung's back. Red marks that slowly welled up began forming on his broad back. The marks stung as your fingers left them, the cool air hitting his back. You tightened once again around Taehyung, you orgasm rapidly approaching. "Ah-ah fuck T-Taehyung.. I'm close." You warned, your body beginning to shake. He thrusted harder into you trying to bring you closer. One hand removed from the side of your head down to your hips. He rubbed small circles with his thumb against your clit. The double sensation almost sending you over the edge right then. "It's okay." He grunted. "Come for me baby." His thrusts became sloppier as his high neared as well. He pushed down harder, the force on your clit increasing. Second later you were seeing stars again as your high hit you. You tightened around Taehyung, your walls clenching in pleasure. You gasped out, ripping into the smooth flesh of his back. "Ah ah f-fuck." You drew out the words. You barely could produce any sounds other than moans, gasps, strings of curse words, and Taehyung's name. Which sounded delicious to him rolling off your lips in such a sweet tone. Your high came to an end as Tae helped you ride it out. He continued pounding into you as he still looked for his own release. The overstimulation began kicking in. You writhed under him in a painful and pleasurable mix. "Agh Tae, fuck!" You gasped as he brushed against your overly sensitive g-spot. With a few more sloppy and quick thrusts, Taehyung reached his high, coming undone inside of you. He sat still, shaking slightly as the pleasure washed over his body. The white, hot ribbons spilling inside you. You shuddered at the feeling. Your hands slowly slid down his toned arms. He, also slowly, pulled out of you before falling next to you. You both panted, exhausted. The sweat on both bodies gleamed against the sunlight pouring into the room. "Woah." "Yea." You smirked. "I have an idea." You stated. The television blinked in front of you, the rest of the shared living room dark. Taehyung turned his attention from the screen to you. "What?" He simply asked, unaware of your dirty intentions. "What if we invite Hoseok?"

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Lifeline - JUNGKOOK APOCALYPSE AU

Paring: Jungkook x Reader (Y/N) Genre: Horror, apocalypse, fluff, angst, smut Word count: 3k Summary: You never tasted anyone else before. Never felt the comfort of another in such a way. The end of the world, and the beginning of endless tragedy is not how you expected it to be. But when you reconnect with an old friend, a neighbor, you can't deny your feelings even in the deadly situation. PART ONE "J-Jungkook?" You whimpered out above the loud noise of the car engines. Each camouflaged vehicle sat surrounding you, their engines running loudly. The drivers, who had emptied the cars, were still struggling against Jungkook. Your arms were bound behind you as you struggled to stand. The stab wound in your leg prevented you from running as you simply sat, on your knees. Each long second, each burning moment, each painful breath led you only closer to Jungkook coming to your rescue. You called out again in hopes of help. "Jungkook!" A little louder this time. He continued to fight off the last of vehicle's owners as you sat. Watching. In pain. He ignored your cries and focused on the faces of the men before him. A single tear streamed down your left cheek as you closed your eyes tightly. "Jungkook.." You whispered into the ever chilling breeze. Your hair whipped by your face, pulling the tear away and into the wind. 3 months earlier "Dammit!" Your dad yelled as he slammed down the hood of the rusted, red car. The old model shook and stuttered. The engine coughed as it slowly died. His fingers ran through his hair, the dirty blonde spilling out around his hands. "Looks like we can't go to the movie tonight." He sighed. Your shoulders shrunk as you recoiled back slightly. You tried your best to hide the disappointment forming. "It's okay. Thanks for trying, dad." You stood in the doorway of the garage as your dad neared. You placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry." You said. He smiled, simply touching your hand and walking into the house. You picked out your own movie rather than the blockbuster showing on screen. You paused at the beginning credits, rushing to the kitchen as the microwave beeped. The steaming popcorn smelling of butter and salt through the bag. Your dad smiled brightly as you brought the much welcomed food into the living room. The small television in the center was shining brightly, as the rest of the room was dark. You sat down harshly on the old sofa next to your father. His right arm slinging over your shoulder, the other digging into your popcorn. "Hey hey! I have first dibs!" "On what terms!" He shouted back playfully. "Well I made it." You stated matter-of-factly. Your hand dove into the bowl. The movie ran for almost three hours, the typical hero storyline dragging out. Before you knew it, the television retorted back to its blank screen, the static sound blaring loudly in the otherwise peaceful room. The sound had woken you up. You looked around, realizing the movie had ended. Stunned that you'd fallen asleep, you reached around for your dad. Yet, the couch was empty. "Dad?" You asked wearily, rubbing your eyes raw. You reluctantly leaned to the coffee table placed in front of the couch. Grabbing the remote, you clicked off the television. The static stopped, leaving the room eerily silent. The blue screen disappeared, leaving the room eerily dark. Your eyes stung. "Dad?" You asked again. There was still no reply from anywhere within the house. You walked back towards the hallway which held the bathroom and his bedroom. The only two places you defaulted him to be. Your footsteps creaked against the elder wooden floors. You approached the bathroom, seeing the door open and the room dark before you could even reach it. No one occupied it. "Dad?" You called again. There was no reply as you headed further back into the hall. His room door was closed, no light illuminating from the crack underneath. You slowly pushed the door open with one hand as you approached. "Dad?" You asked, more quiet, more timid. You pushed the door open all the way in one quick force once realizing there was no one in the room. You made your way all over the house. Your room, the kitchen, the living room again, the back storage room, and finally to the garage. You stepped into the breezeway connecting the small house to the equally small garage. You flicked on the light switch, the details of the garage coming into view. You walked towards the old red car. You knocked on the tinted window, doubting your father would even be inside. Your head snapped quickly to the right as there was a distinct sound outside the garage door. You froze, your hand still resting on the cool window. "Dad?" You asked. The garage suddenly went dark yet again as the light turned itself off. "Shit." You made your way to the door, hands flailing in front of yourself to prevent running into anything. You found purchase on the wooden doorframe. Your hands slid frantically across the drywall searching for the small switch. Your attempts, however, made no progress. As you flicked the switch, the light refused to turn on. You knew then the power had went out completely. You retreated back inside the house in search of a flashlight. There was no way to find the breaker box in the storage room when it was dark. The piles of laundry and tools prevented it. You reached the kitchen where only a battery powered clock with a small red light illuminated the room. It wasn't much, but barely enough to find the drawer you needed. "(Y/N)!" You heard a deep voice yell from the living room. You quickly rummaged for the flashlight. Suddenly he began banging on the door frantically. "(Y/N)!" You flipped on the device, a beam of light illuminating a small path. You ran from the kitchen to the living room, nearly stumbling on every piece of furniture. "(Y/N)! Hurry!" He exclaimed, his pounding increasing in power. You ran full force into the door, daring not to waste time by slowing. You hit the wood at a hard impact, your shoulder growing sore quickly. You unlocked the door with fast fingers while your hands trembled. Just as you began turning the knob, your dad turned it instead. He burst through the door, knocking you to the floor. You laid, surprised as he slammed the wood shut behind him. He locked it just as before. He picked up the flashlight you had dropped in a panic. It wasn't until then you noticed the metal object in his hand. "What the fuck is that?" You yelled, pointing to his right hand. He didn't answer you, only picking you up and dragging you behind him. His grip on wrist stung more than your injured shoulder. "Dad! Stop! What's going on?" You yelled, reluctantly following. He drug you into the garage. "Get in." He demanded in a dark tone. You had never heard your father speak to you in such a tone. And frankly, it terrified you. You got into to passenger seat of the car. You closed the door and buckled your seat belt. Yet, you didn't remember doing so. Your mind was else where. Scared of what was happening. Why would your father disappear at 1 am? Why would he lock the doors even though he was outside? Why was he carrying a gun? Why was he acting so panicked and scared? You wondered if there was an intruder. Perhaps a wildfire? You did live in California. You shook your head at the thought. Why would he have a gun? He quickly started the ignition, snapping you out of your thoughts. He pressed the remote connected to the garage door, automatically opening it. He spun around, looking behind as he backed out at a more than comfortable speed. The roof of the car scraped the still lifting garage door as he sped out. How did the car work suddenly? He flung around the yard, not wasting time backing out of the driveway. He shifted to drive, accelerating towards the street. It wasn't then until you noticed the chaos. There were families rushing children into cars. Trash and luggage spewed across yards. Doors left wide open. Cars flying in all directions, honking and drivers cursing. In the slight distance, gunshots could be heard. Several in a row. You watched in amazement. In confusion. In fear, as people panicked for the still unknown to you reason. Your eyes lit up in the window reflection as something in the street was set ablaze. Upon further focus, you realized a person was burning. "Dad what the fuck!" You yelled in sheer fear rather than anger as before. He stared straight ahead, eyes not straying from the chaos forming in all directions. The car was reaching 80 mph. You gripped the handle above you, afraid to hit someone or something in the residential area. "Dad!" You screamed as your head collided with the glass to your side. The sudden turn exited the neighborhood. You looked back, watching the panic unfold as the right side of your head throbbed. You flung back around in your seat, facing forward, staring out the windshield. You now entered the country roads that led further away from the city. "Dad where are we going!" Still, he kept his focus straight ahead in the dark street. Cornfields illuminated by the headlights flew past. "Answer me dammit!" You slammed your hands down on the dash. "(Y/N) just shut the fuck up I'm trying to figure things out here!" He yelled back with equal force to you. You shrunk back in your seat. Feeling scared, and dejected. You rode in silence for a slight distance as the corn flew by. Slowly, in the distance, a bright light came closer and closer. "Oh my god." You whispered, realizing it was the dairy farm barn on fire. You stared as it approached just over the tall corn. Finally the corn stopped, reaching the driveway to the farm. That's when the hoard appeared. From the driveway we're dozens, if not a hundred people slowly walking into the road. "Shit!" Your Dad yelled as he swerved the car. He banked left, the car heading straight for the ditch off the side of the road. "Shit shit shit!" You progressively got louder as you rapidly approached the ditch. The red car hit the ditch, nose first. It bounced upwards at the impact, but not before both you and your dad slammed into the dash. The back wheels hit the edge of the ditch while the car was elevated into the air. They caught, sending the vehicle to the side. The old car rolled deeper into the fields. Several times it tumbled, you screaming the whole way. It finally stopped, its roof touching the ground. You blinked, blood seeping into your eyes, and stinging. You hung upside down, your seat belt the only thing holding you from being pinned to the roof. "D-Dad?" You yelped weakly. "Dad. Please." You continued calling out for his help as you groaned in pain. "Fuck dad please!" You screamed hoarsely, your arm pinned between the seat and the door. Blood stained the seat as your arm was deeply gashed. The pain was more of a numb tingling, the shock and adrenaline keeping your mind elsewhere. You struggled to free your arm, while your other swung at your dad. You hit his shoulder several times. When he didn't respond for the minutes passed, you finally looked at him. You had to cover your mouth with your free hand to prevent from screaming too loudly. His head was barely hanging onto his body as the seat belt cut into his throat. He hung upside down just as you, blood spilling profusely onto the floor board. The brown of his eyes were barely visible as they rolled back into his head. His face already begun turning a sickly pale color. You quickly turned to the door you desperately needed open. The handle was broken off, only a hole remaining on the stuck door. Thankfully, you remembered the metal tool used to break windows in such similar situations. You reached for the glovebox, stuck arm straining in agonizing pain behind you. You groaned, desperate to reach the handle. Once open, you frantically rummaged for the tool. It proved useful as you stabbed the window in one quick blow, to the lower corner. The glass shattered into thousands of micro pieces around you, some causing small cuts into your already injured arm. You slowly reached around to the outside handle, careful not cut your wrists. It took several tries to reach the handle, your trapped arm allowing limited reach. The handle sprung free at your lifting it. And the door opened with one swift kick, your right arm instantly being freed. You quickly unbuckled the seatbelt and fell out of the car. You collided with the hard and rough field beneath you. You rolled several feet away. Screaming in agony as your now clearly broken arm made contact with the hard surface. You turned just enough to face the still burning barn just yards away. By the distance, you guessed the car rolled 7 times in total. In the short distance away, you watched as more slow moving people poured from the property. No one was paying attention to you. You didn't understand why they weren't helping you. You were just in an accident for christ's sake! You weakly brought your hands up to your mouth as you sat up. "Help!" You began shouting at the people. You waved one arm high in the air, the other forming a megaphone at your mouth. "Help!" You continued screaming. Eventually, you'd caught the attention of few. They began changing direction, staring straight at you. You waved more frantically. "Yes! Yes! Here!" You continued your cry for help. Just as the five or so people were coming into clear view, a gunshot rang from nearby. Too nearby. The close proximity of the noise caused you to flinch back, grabbing your ears. "Ah fuck!" You continued holding your head in hopes of the ringing stopping. By then, the few people heading your way had shifted direction to the source of the noise. Their attention completely lost of you. "Hey! Hey! What're you doing I need hel-!" You tried screaming for their attention as a body rolled onto yours. Cold fingers wrapped around your mouth just as your muffled screams of surprise left your mouth. The body, much bigger than yours, rolled across the slight downhill of the field. You rolled beneath him-him as you guessed by the hard chest against your back. The two of you rolled for what seemed like a painfully long distance until you stopped. But your arm was no judge of reality due to its sensitivity. You laid trapped beneath the heavy body, your face being scratched by the rough field dirt. "Don't move. Don't make a sound." The voice whispered in your ear. Definitely a dude. Yet, he sounded awfully familiar. You couldn't understand why you'd heard that voice before. He kept his close proximity to your ear as his ragged breathing was the only noise you could hear. His hot breath tickled the side of your neck. You struggled to keep your breathing even. He laid absolutely still, to the point where your position was unbearably uncomfortable for your injured arm. You just began to shift slightly as a twig snapped next to you. You looked up to see someone walking right next to you. The person was so close, you could have pointed your finger out, and touched his foot. You held your breath, afraid of what he was going to do. After all why would the boy warn you to be quiet if there wasn't any danger? Couldn't this man see you and this boy laying right beside him? The obvious pile on the ground? You stopped trying to shift instead laying absolutely still. So painfully still. The man passed without a single glance in the two of you's direction. You opened your mouth, about to ask the boy if it was safe. That's when another appeared. A smaller figure, an older woman. Just as she neared stepping on your face, a car drove down the distant street. The woman turned, distracted by the noise. That's when you noticed. The headlights of the car illuminated the field just enough. Just right. Just the right angle of her turned head. For you to see the skin peeling of her cheeks. The flesh green and blue colors you never thought possible on a living human. Her eyes purely white, looking like that of a blind person. You bit your lip so hard, you began to taste metal as the soft, red liquid ran down into your mouth. You dared not swallow. You squeezed your eyes shut so tight, you thought they'd pop out of your skull. And that's how you sat for almost an hour. The mystery boy trapping you to the rough ground. Your face in constant pain. Your arm in even worse, searing pain. Bugs occasionally crawling onto your face, daring you to itch. To move. The boy was also a dare to move. Three of four limbs now asleep, tingling, painful, useless, as he cutoff circulation. Only your injured arm was spared simply because you couldn't feel anything else. However, his ragged breath kept close to your ear the entire time. And it was a god given reminder that you weren't alone. That you were in some sort of safety blanket. His hot breath and body heat kept you warm as the night grew colder and colder by the minute. "Get up. Slowly. Don't talk." He finally whispered after forever, his voice barely audible even though he was practically licking your ear when he spoke. You simply nodded. You slowly stood after him, holding onto his hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours. His large hands were sweaty against you. He dragged you behind him. The two of you slowly, and quietly trudging through the now dark field. The burning dairy farm left far behind. Your father left far behind...