#( nabi; chat. )

[hearts-4-vicky]

vivi. darlinggg… is there something you aren’t telling us? BECAUSE WHEN ARE YOU GONNA DROP THE GF REVEAL (its nabi)

chat m single. yd u think i have a gf man🙏😞 i don move on THAT quickly…

[pocasu]

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[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | ch 10 (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Yoongi x Hoseok

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆warnings: side character breakup, jungkook is still a little jealous lmao, alcohol, curses, they both are anxious to lose each other tbh, explicit content: hickey, breast play, oral sex (male receiving), jerking off, fingering, protected sex

☆word count: 10.1k

☆a/n: fun fact, this is the chapter that made me choose the title for this fic!! and this is also where the angst starts :') I hope you still enjoy reading <3 and thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3

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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

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Monday, March 25th 

You hate college. More specifically, you hate having to turn in multiple lab reports every week. There’s just something about building a lab report that irks you.

You don’t know how researchers do it. You think you’d go insane if you had to write report after report after report but…

You’re already going insane after all.

You sigh, rubbing a hand on your forehead as you look at the tables you’ve been trying to make for half an hour. Yoongi, sitting across from you, raises his head from his laptop, an eyebrow cocked. You offer him a tight-lipped smile, going back to your report as he doesn’t pry, focusing back on his own work.

As much as he spoke to you at the party last week, Yoongi has been a lot more silent today. You reckon you might know why - Hoseok said in the group chat that he’d come to study too, and he’s yet to show up. It’s evening now, and you have a feeling he’s just not going to come. 

You don’t know if you can entirely blame him - it’s Spring Break after all, and most people are trying to forget about college for the week. 

But you can’t, because you’ve got that lab report to work on and a final to study for.

You blink a few times, trying to bring your laptop back in focus, and then you go back to work. You spend another thirty minutes fixing the tables, not caring that the titles clearly could be better. Nabi said she’d go over everything you’ve done, and you know she’s much better with titles anyway.

You’re lucky she’s your lab partner. 

“Are you hungry?” Yoongi asks all of a sudden, and you startle, looking up at him.

Right in time, your stomach grumbles, and you let out a small laugh. “Yeah, a little.”

“Want to order burritos?” Yoongi suggests.

You nod enthusiastically, and he chuckles, picking up his phone. The smile that was on his lips dies almost immediately, and he deeply sighs. You furrow your brows questioningly, glancing outside of your study rooms.

Jungkook isn’t working today, yet you find yourself looking for him all the same. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask Yoongi, pushing Jungkook away from your thoughts.

Even though every thought of him makes you warm inside, giddy like a teenager with a crush.

“Hobi,” Yoongi simply replies.

You purse your lips, picking up your water bottle to take a long sip as you search for something to say. You settle on, “You guys talked after the party?”

Yoongi nods. “Yeah.” He pauses, sighing deeply again before handing you his phone. “Just choose which burrito you want.”

You grab his phone, quickly choosing what you want to eat as he remains silent, typing away on his laptop. You’re aware he’s avoiding the question, but you have a feeling he needs to talk. It’s in the way he worries at some dry skin on his bottom lip, an anxious tell you recognize all too well for having it too.

“How did the conversation go?” you ask as he finishes up the order, putting his phone back down on the table.

“It went okay,” he admits, yet he looks defeated. You understand why when he adds, “He told me he doesn’t want to be with me anymore.”

You widen your gaze. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi laughs bitterly, slightly shaking his head. “I feel blindsided. We were all happy before the party and now…” He shrugs vaguely, letting out a choked sound that almost passes as a chuckle. “It just came out of nowhere.”

“I’m really sorry…”

He shrugs again. “What can you do? I really just jumped in too fast without realizing that he was reluctant. I was stupid.”

“I don’t think you were stupid,” you say, trying to sound reassuring. “You’ve had feelings for him for a long time, and it felt like you were finally getting something in return. Anyone would have been blindsided.”

“I should have known when he insisted we take it slow and not share a room though,” Yoongi insists. “And though the sex was great there was a lot of stuff he was uncomfortable with. Not that I ever did anything without him wanting to do it but…” He wets his lips, glances your way before setting his gaze on his keyboard again. “I was his first guy.”

“Yeah, he told me,” you admit.

Pink dusts Yoongi’s cheeks, and you can tell he’s embarrassed by the turn of the conversation. So this time you don’t pry, letting him figure out what he wants to say next.

“I think he realized that he’s not into guys all that much,” Yoongi eventually says. “Like… he wanted to try it out and turns out it’s not as nice as he thought it’d be kinda thing, you know?”

You nod. “It sucks that it had to be with you though. You didn’t deserve that.”

Another shrug, like it’s all Yoongi knows to do right now. “Yeah, I guess.” He chuckles, a sad sound that makes you want to get up and hug him, though you know Yoongi’s not big on physical touch. “I don’t know if I should be mad or sad,” he admits a few seconds later.

“You’re allowed to be both.” He cocks an eyebrow as if not convinced. “I’m serious,” you insist. “You like him. Obviously, it’s going to hurt if he decides he doesn’t want to be with a guy. And obviously, you’re allowed to be mad too, because to you it can feel like he was leading you on.”

Yoongi meets your gaze. “Have you ever thought about becoming a therapist?”

His statement surprises you, and you laugh, scrunching up your nose. “No?”

“I think you’d be good,” Yoongi says. He sighs deeply again, picking up his phone. “Food’s on its way.”

You’re technically not allowed to eat at the library, so you end up eating on the steps outside when the food arrives, the fresh evening air welcoming after being stuck in a small, stuffy room for a couple of hours. Yoongi keeps pouring his heart out to you all along, as if he’d been holding everything in for too long, and the dam finally burst.

You’re happy to be there for him. Even though most of it is the same thing as at the party last week, you’re happy he’s comfortable enough to confide in you, and you try to cheer him up. 

“If you want,” you say after a time. “I could try to speak to Hobi. See what he really thinks about this all.”

Yoongi holds your gaze for a few seconds before looking away, his eyes shifting to the cloudy sky. “Nah, I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he says. “I’ll just have to move on.”

You don’t know what to say to that, so you just nod. “Your choice. I’ll be here for you.”

He smiles, sighing. “I know. Thank you.”

On that note you return to your study room and to the lab report awaiting you. Yoongi busies himself with his composition as you work, and you finally finish taking care of the text for the results about half an hour later. Nabi said she’d do the discussion, so you send her the link, asking her to tell you if she wants you to fix anything, and then you close your laptop, folding your arms on top of it.

“Done?” Yoongi says, pushing his headset down so that it rests around his neck.

You nod, dropping your face on your arms. “And I’m dead.”

“When do finals start for you?” he asks.

“Next Tuesday,” you admit.

“Isn’t that early?” Yoongi asks, gaze widened in surprise.

It might be. You only have one then though, and you still have two weeks of classes in your other courses before the rest of your finals. You’ll still take it - it means one less final during the true final week.

You tell so to Yoongi, who admits he doesn’t have finals, instead having projects in three classes. It leads to a conversation where you compare biology to his music major, and another fifteen minutes go by in comfortable silence when the conversation dies of its own volition, as you scroll on your phone and Yoongi keeps on working on his music composition.

You startle when someone knocks on the door of the study room. You glance that way, eyes widening when you notice Jungkook on the other side. Yoongi lets out a small laugh at your expense, and you get up, opening the door for Jungkook. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask as he walks in, two coffees in hands. 

“Thought you might need this,” he says, offering you one.

You take it with an eyebrow cocked quizzically, and then you watch him as he drops in one of the empty chairs at the table. He’s got a backpack with him, and he pulls out a laptop and a notebook from it while you and Yoongi are just stunned silent.

“What are you doing?” you ask again as you sit back in your chair. 

“Figured I’d come study here with you guys,” he explains simply.

You glance at Yoongi, who shrugs.

“Oh?” you let out, settling your gaze back on Jungkook.

“Unless you guys don’t want me to?”

Yoongi saves you by replying, “No, you’re all good man. I was leaving anyway.”

He clearly wasn’t, as you’re the one who finished writing your report and he was still in the middle of his composition, yet he still gets up, closing his laptop and putting it in his backpack.

“Text me if there’s anything,” you tell him as he’s sliding one of the straps of his backpack on his shoulder.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and he nods curtly. “Will do. Thanks for everything.”

You offer him a small smile, and then he’s walking out, not once looking back. 

“Did you really have to come here?” you ask Jungkook, and it sounds far more accusing than you meant it to be.

“What?” he lets out. “Just wanted to see what the hype is all about when it comes to the library.”

You offer him a no-bullshit look. “Were you jealous because I was studying alone with Yoongi?”

Jungkook frowns, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. His lips jut out in the hint of a pout, and something melts inside of you, like it always does when it comes to him.

“He’s the one that left the second I got here,” Jungkook points out.

“Because he’s going through a hard time, dumbass,” you say, punching Jungkook in the shoulder. 

He rubs at the spot, his pout intensifying, if that’s possible. “He still could have stayed, I wouldn’t have minded.”

Jungkook isn’t wrong, and though you really want to be there for Yoongi, you know he’s the kind of person that needs space a lot. Or at least that’s the impression he’s given you in general, and you really hope he didn’t leave because Jungkook showed up.

“I was done though,” you admit, patting your closed laptop. “I was thinking about heading home.”

Jungkook flicks your nose, taking you by surprise, and you sit back in your chair as you shriek. It earns you one of his bunny grins, and you truly are melting like snow in the sun. “Well then you’re going to have to stay with me for a little longer, mmh?”

You tilt your head to the side, though you can’t help the smile that tickles the corners of your lips. “And do what?”

“Study?” he sarcastically lets out. “Do whatever it is that you bio majors do.”

You end up doing so, rereading your notes for your first final. It’s boring, and you don’t think it’s really productive when Jeon Jungkook is sitting next to you, stealing quick glances in your direction. 

You catch him for what feels like the tenth time, and you roll your eyes. “Stop looking at me.”

“Why?”

“Because,” you offer as an explanation. “We should go home.”

He narrows his gaze at you. “Why?”

“People could see us here.” And go and tell Taehyung about it.

“I’ll handle Tae if he gets upset, don’t worry,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, but it does the opposite.

Indeed, a drop of lead forms in your stomach because, what if Taehyung learns?

You don’t want him to know. It’d complicate everything, ruin everything. 

“Besides,” Jungkook adds, “I’ll have to handle him in April anyway.”

You frown, a confused crease streaking across your brow. “Why?”

Jungkook meets your gaze. “I’m going to Paris with Jimin to see your brother at the end of the semester.”

Your heart starts racing in your chest, anxiety flooding your blood. “Oh?”

Jungkook toys with his piercings, scanning your features carefully. “Yeah. It’s been planned for a while.”

“You didn’t tell me.” You’re aware you once again sound accusing, but you can’t help it.

Not when you see the expiration date of your relationship with Jungkook flashing in your mind.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I just didn’t think to tell you? I thought I mentioned it when we Facetimed Tae the other day.”

You can’t blame him for not explicitly telling you - the trip has likely been planned for a while, and it’s not like you speak about your brother a lot. Though you mention him once in a while, you’ve both been good at avoiding talking about him. Now that he’s mentioned the Facetime call though, you do recall, and it’s like a hand is squeezing around your heart some more.

“No worries,” you say, and you offer him what you hope is a reassuring smile. “When do you leave?”

“April 29th, I think? I’ll check.”

You nod, and you look away from Jungkook to stare at your laptop instead, though your gaze loses its focus as your brother invades your thoughts. You think about what he’d say - you know he’ll be furious, and he’ll likely kick Jungkook out of your apartment. 

Jungkook will never be able to handle Taehyung. Not when he’s being an overbearing asshole like only he knows to do.

“Peach,” Jungkook says in a small voice that almost sounds whiny. “Why do you look so upset?”

“You can’t handle Tae,” you say. You worry at your bottom lip and then take a deep breath. “It’s really better if he doesn’t know.”

Jungkook remains silent for a few seconds, though he nods his head. “Okay.” He nods again, offering you a tight-lipped smile. “Do you want to head home then?”

“Yeah,” you answer without a beat of silence. “Yeah, I think we should go home.”

Jungkook’s gaze drops to his laptop, and you feel bad. You truly do - he looks defeated, much like Yoongi looked like earlier.

“Can we watch something when we get home though?” you quickly ask.

You can’t help it. You can’t stand the sight of Jungkook upset - it’s just wrong to you.

He immediately brightens, a small curving his lips upwards. “Yeah?” 

You nod. “Yeah, definitely. Should get some cuddles in too.”

His smile widens, and he meets your gaze, the usual mischievous twinkle back in the depths of his eyes. “Sounds like a plan.”

And it really is. You think, you don’t need more with Jungkook. You don’t need the relationship to change, don’t need anyone to know. Because it’s simple right now, and there’s beauty in its simplicity. 

Wednesday, March 27th

“Don’t!” you shriek, but Jungkook ignores you, stealing the TV remote from your hands.

“We’re not watching your reality TV show,” he says as he plops down on the couch into a lying position.

You glare at him, frowning as you fold your arms on your chest. “You like it.”

“Sometimes.” He flashes you a bunny grin that makes you gulp around a sudden lump in your throat. “But right now, I’m in the mood for a movie.”

You look up to the ceiling, searching for salvation yet finding none. “What movie?”

“Just come here,” he says, opening his arms for you.

You can’t resist. His gravity is too strong, and he pulls you in, like he’s the sun and you’re the comet. 

Though you might come from the Kuiper Belt, you know you’re bound to crash into him anyway.

Once you’re nestled in his arms, Jungkook resumes his scrolling on Netflix. 

“What about this?” he asks.

“Extraction?” you say as you eye the movie he stops on. “I’m not in the mood for action.”

“Then a romantic comedy it is.”

You chuckle against him, pecking the mole on his neck. He chooses the movie Always Be My Maybe, and then tightens his grip around you.

“I like that movie,” you say.

“You’ve seen it already?”

You reach for his hand before he’s able to change it. “Yeah, but I don’t mind,” you reassure him. 

He nods, and that’s how you end up watching the movie, slowly dozing off on his chest. You’re in and out of sleep, watching the bright screen whenever you wake up, and when the credits roll in, Jungkook yawns over you.

“Were you sleeping?” you ask, faking offence.

“You were,” Jungkook points out, flicking your nose as you raise your head to look at him. 

You move your face away, resting your head on the couch. “Barely.”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, and then you both burst out laughing. 

You like this. You like the intimacy of being with Jungkook in your own home, like that in between these walls you get to call him yours. It’s treacherous, but oh so inebriating, like he’s summer wine you’ve become addicted to.

Instead of watching another movie, Jungkook goes to his room to retrieve his speaker, and he puts a random playlist on while you fetch a rosé bottle from the fridge, where you’ve left it before watching the movie. You’d decided to spend the evening in despite both your friends and his friends asking to hang out, and so you’d gotten a bottle earlier today.

That, and the board game Ticket to Ride, your favourite board game.

“That’s not how it works,” you complain a while later, when you’re one glass in and Jungkook grabs a locomotive and wagon card from the five on the side.

“What?” he lets out.

“If you take a locomotive you can only take one card,” you remind him.

It’s his first time playing, and though the game is fairly simple, you’ve noticed Jungkook has a tendency to try and cheat his way to the win. You’re tempted to let him keep the two cards when he offers you puppy eyes, yet you stand your ground, holding your hand out.

“Give me the wagon back.”

“Take it from me,” he teases, lips stretching in a smirk.

“Oh, you want to play this way?” you reply in the same teasing tone, and Jungkook toys on his piercings.

“Maybe?”

You get up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor, walking to the other side of the coffee table. Jungkook watches you, an apprehensive yet excited look in his eyes, and he laughs the second you drop behind him, hands aiming for his sides.

He leans against you, his large frame almost enough to make you crumple to the floor, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.

“Give me the wagon,” you repeat.

“Or what?”

“Or I’m not playing the game anymore.”

He looks over his shoulder at you, a pout on his pink lips. “Okay then, take your wagon back.”

He gives it to you, and you smile victoriously before pecking his cheek. “Thank you.”

You walk back to your side of the table, though you stop halfway, eyes brightening.

“I love this song!” 

Jungkook leans back on his hands, tilting his head to the side as Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol starts playing.

It was your favourite song growing up. You used to listen to a different version of it you’d heard on Grey’s Anatomy, and you’d listen to it whenever you felt sad. Whenever you needed to feel like you weren’t alone in the universe, like someone was waiting for you, somewhere.

And as you look down at Jungkook while the lyrics start, you know someone was waiting all along.

“Sing it for me,” Jungkook says, smiling softly.

You can’t help the blush that creeps on your cheeks. “I don’t know how to sing. But you do!”

He chuckles, yet immediately starts singing as you offer him a hand to pull him up to his feet. He obliges, and he rests his large hands on your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. He sways you to the music as he softly sings, cheeks dusted in pink, and you pull him even closer, resting your head on his chest.

Simple intimacy. That is what you and Jeon Jungkook are made of, and you think, if he’d ask you to lay here, in this moment, you’d lie with him until eternity took you in its hold. Until you’d be nothing more than dust between the stars - remembrance of what was once great. 

But April is looming closer, a giant towering over the both of you, one step away from crushing you under its boot.

“You know,” Jungkook says while the song continues in the background.

“Mmh?” you let out, looking up to meet his gaze.

His eyes are heavy with emotions, and you swim in them, bathe in them. You feel complete, cherished, and you hope he knows you feel the same way.

You hope he knows you’ve been falling in love with him despite the odds.

“I’ve never been like this with anyone before,” he admits, his voice gentle. “I’ve had situationships, I guess, but nothing like us.”

You smile softly, your heart racing in your chest. “Me neither. You’re the first.”

It’s true. Though you’ve sort of dated Sam Hwang for a few weeks during the summer, it was nothing like it is with Jungkook.

Sam Hwang never looked at you the way that Jungkook looks at you.

Jungkook leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he keeps on swaying you both to the music, the song nearing its last chorus. Your eyes flutter shut from the proximity, and your breaths mingle as you fall silent for a few seconds.

“I love having firsts with you,” he whispers.

You almost reply that you love him. The moment calls for it - the atmosphere is that of romance,  the music is close to your soul, and he… He’s the blood in your veins and the oxygen in your lungs. Yet you can’t say it - you’ve never told anyone you loved them before. And you’re not even sure you truly love him. Yes, you have feelings, but everything is overshadowed by the knowledge that you’re bound to end.

You don’t want to tell him you love him and make it too real only to have him slip from your fingers the second Taehyung learns.

“Me too,” you instead reply. “I love spending time with you.”

It’s as close to the truth as you’ll get, and he allows it, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. It’s slow, patient, like the whole universe will pause for you two. He pulls away when the song ends, bending to grab his phone on the table. 

He restarts the song, and the second his phone is back on the table again, you pull him back in, tiptoeing to kiss him again. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tight against him, and you sigh at the pillowy softness of his mouth, at the way his piercings feel just right pressing indents in your lip. His free hand cups your cheek, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, almost hesitantly, but you open up for him immediately, tasting the rosé in his mouth as he kisses you deeply, languidly. The kiss never accelerates, yet it’s infinitely passionate.

Much like that first kiss you’d exchange, during the power outage on Valentine’s Day.

You think you knew then - he’d kissed you so softly, like you were fragile, just a flower petal a second from being blown away. Even then, he’d cared for you, and it’d scared you.

But there’s nothing scary about this. There’s nothing scary about the way he gently hikes your shirt up to slide his hand underneath it, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. There’s nothing scary about the way he sighs when you run your hands through his hair, gently tugging at the soft strands. There’s nothing scary about the way he backs you towards the couch, spinning around at the last second so that he can sit down.

There’s nothing scary about him pulling you in, always, so that you straddle his lap, connecting your mouths again a second later. No, it’s only natural. He’s the wind and you the leaves. He’s the sun that shines on you, his moon.

You were always meant to collide after all, and though the aftermath might be terrifying, all you can do right now is enjoy it while it lasts.

Jungkook tentatively grinds up, his arousal evident as he presses against your clothed self. You let out a breathy sound that makes him push his tongue in your mouth, and you suck on it, earning a grunt from him as his hands drop to your hips to drag you on him again. You grab at the hem of his shirt, disconnecting your mouths just long enough to pull the fabric off him, and then you’re kissing him again, crashing your lips on his hard enough that you think you taste blood, though you don’t care.

You just want him. Need him, so viscerally you think you’ll combust.

“Peach,” Jungkook lets out as you move to his neck. 

Unable to resist, you suck a hickey on him, a bright purple mark on the spot where his shoulder connects with his neck. He groans, leaning his head back against the couch to give you better access as you lick at the spot, soothing the sting.

When you straighten, Jungkook meets your gaze, his chest quickly going up and down. You’re just as out of breath as him, and when he reaches for the hem of your shirt, you let him take it off you, leaving you in only your black lace bralette. He looks at your breasts, cupping them in his large hands as he sighs appreciatively.

“Every time it’s like you get more beautiful,” he murmurs, and he looks up at you then, his eyes crinkled at the corners in what you can only call adoration. 

“Kook…”

His hands return to your waist, and he wets his lips, playing with his piercings. You grind against him, and his eyes immediately flutter shut.

“You think we can fuck out here?” you tease, rolling your hips.

“On the couch that your brother bought,” he replies, and there’s something so sinful about the thought that you know you’ll do it.

It’s not like Taehyung is around and will know.

So you bend forward, capturing Jungkook’s mouth in another languid kiss while you unbutton his pants. When the button comes undone, you straighten, standing between his legs so that you can pull the jeans down his legs. You leave the boxers on, eyeing his length as you kneel, hands resting on his thighs.

“Can I suck your dick?” you ask.

He chuckles. “Yes. But please be quick, I want to be buried inside of you.”

You narrow your gaze at him, but let out a laugh despite yourself. 

You focus on his dick again then, on the wet spot at the top where his purple underwear has turned darker. You bend forward, littering small kisses along his shaft, and you tentatively lick at the wet spot, the taste of his precum filling your mouth. And though you’d planned to tease him, to be the brat you know he likes, you give in right away, pulling his boxers down just enough so that you can lick at his slit.

He lets out a breathy sound that has you bite your lip as you look up at him through your lashes. He’s got his head thrown back, eyes closed, and from this angle, all you can see is his sharp jaw.

You pull his boxers down more, and he helps you by raising his ass for a few seconds. His dick springs free, already rock hard, and you immediately grab the base to hold it up as you finish taking off his boxers, letting them tangle around his ankles. You’re quick to lick a long stripe from between his balls up to the tip of his cock, and then you take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him.

He bucks his hips, fucking up into your mouth, and you moan when he hits the back, your eyes immediately watering. 

He lets you lead after that, hands lost in your hair as you bob your head up and down, working him closer to his high. You love the feel of him in your mouth, love the way he grunts and praises you under his breath, and you think you’d be able to come from just hearing him, pleasuring him. 

It doesn’t get to that though. When Jungkook truly nears his high, he pulls you away from his dick, and you meet his gaze to see his pupils are blown wide, filled with so much lust all you can do is obey when he says, “Go get a condom in my room, mmh?”

You nod, and you get up to walk towards his room, feeling his gaze burning on you as you pass the threshold and head to the night table. You pull a condom out, and you walk back to the living room to find Jungkook jerking himself off, his grip on his dick tight enough you know it has to hurt a little.

“Put it on for me,” he says, and he stops jerking off, holding his dick up for you. 

You sit next to him, pulling the condom out of the tinfoil package, and then you roll it on his dick. He hisses as you do so, but the second it’s on he pushes you back until you’re lying on the couch and he’s hovering over you. 

His hair falls in his eyes, and you quickly push the strands back. He leans in, pressing his lips on yours for a kiss far softer than what you expected, and you smile against him.

He grins when he pulls away, eyes shining with lust and adoration again, and then he’s taking off your pants, taking his sweet time. Kissing every inch of skin revealed, from your inner thigh to a spot below your knee. He stops after that, instead eyeing the wet spot on your underwear, and then he pulls at his piercings, sending you a dark look that makes you go molten.

“I want to fuck you in this,” he says as he finishes taking off your pants, his free hand going to your hip where he traces your underwear. “Want to ruin your panties.”

“Do it,” you challenge him.

He doesn’t need to hear more before he’s returning over you, and his hand pushes your panties to the side so that he can run a finger between your folds, and then circle your clit. You grind your hips, seeking more friction, but Jungkook doesn’t oblige, instead pulling his finger away from your pussy.

“Be patient,” he whispers, and then he kisses you again.

The kiss is feathersoft, gentle, and you lose yourself in the very essence of him. You don’t care - you just want this moment, forever. A scene constantly replaying, away from the atrocity of the world, with your favourite song as the background music.

“Please,” you beg in a soft murmur when he pulls away from your lips, and this time he obliges, returning his hand to your pussy. This time, he pushes in, and you sigh against him as your walls clench around his digit.

“You’re already so wet,” he says, and then he’s kissing you again, his tongue lapping at yours. 

You moan in his mouth, hands lightly scratching his back as he adds a second finger. You can hear squelching sounds between your legs, and you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good that you can’t form a single coherent thought.

“Fuck,” you curse, and Jungkook chuckles, pecking your cheek.

“You take my fingers so well, peach,” he praises. “Will you take my cock just as well?”

You moan again, and you nod your head yes. “Yeah. Please.”

He smirks, pulling his fingers out of you. You both eye them - they’re covered in your juices, and it’s decadent, sinful.

Even more so when Jungkook puts them in his mouth to clean them thoroughly, drinking in your juices. 

“So sweet,” he whispers after, and then he shifts, straightening between your legs so that he can align his dick with your entrance, your panties still pushed to the side. He meets your gaze, his own dark with lust. “How do you want me tonight?” he asks, rubbing his dick on you slowly.

“Just fuck me, but come near,” you say, pulling on one of his wrists so that he leans over you again. 

He smiles, infinitely soft despite what you’re doing, and then he pushes in, ever so slowly. Inch after inch, Jungkook spears you with his dick until he bottoms out. He stills there, and you wrap your legs around his dainty waist to keep him as close as possible. He obliges, stealing a deep kiss on your lips, and he slowly pulls out before slamming to the hilt again, and you moan in his mouth.

The rhythm he establishes is slow and steady. Deep, in a way that makes you see stars in his gaze. Or maybe that’s just the way the light reflects in his eyes, or the emotions still swirling in the depths of him. You don’t know. All that you know is that you’re falling and falling, with no chance to ever stop now.

You’ve crossed too many lines to ever be able to stop. So you’ll enjoy it while it lasts. Chase all the cars around his head until you can’t anymore, until the last nail is in the coffin and you have to say goodbye to this, to him.

But for now, you enjoy. And you enjoy as best as you can, eyes fluttering shut as he slightly picks up the pace, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You hold him close, arms and legs tight around him, and you moan as he makes love to you.

At least that’s what this feels like. And you wouldn’t want it any other way. You just want the warm proximity of his body on yours, of his lips kissing your mouth. Jungkook gives you all, and you hope he knows you’re giving all to him in return.

Everything. You’ll give him everything until you have nothing left to give, if he so takes it.

“Fuck, peach,” he whispers. He slows down his rhythm, meets your gaze. “I’m really in love with this pussy of yours.”

You know why he says it that way. Know exactly what he truly means but can’t say, and you take that too, keep it locked up in a safe corner of your heart.

“I know,” you whisper, cupping his cheek, and he rests his forehead on yours again.

“I’ll fuck you like this every day,” he says, and it sounds like a promise.

A promise that maybe you’ll make it past your brother’s return.

“Please do,” you beg, and then you’re kissing again, and he’s pounding into you harder, seeking completion for the both of you.

You come before him. Nails digging in his back while you arch yours, walls pulsing around him. That’s what sends him over the edge, and Jungkook climaxes, his head falling in the crook of your neck as he comes and comes.

He’d paint you white if it wasn’t for the condom, and the thought makes you grind your hips instinctively. He kisses your neck in retaliation, and you moan softly, tilting your head to give him better access.

When you’ve come down from the high, you glance towards the coffee table and your abandoned game of Ticket to Ride. The sight makes you laugh, and you press a soft kiss on the mole on Jungkook’s neck as he asks, “What’s got you laughing?”

“We never finished the game,” you remind him.

He lifts his head just enough to look at the coffee table. “Damn,” he lets out. “I totally forgot about that.”

You can’t blame him. When you’re together, you forget about everything, too - he becomes the center of your universe. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Should we finish it?” you ask.

He meets your gaze, pecks your forehead once. “Shower first?”

You can’t say no to those big doe eyes, so you follow him to the bathroom.

And while he washes your back, you hear the clock ticking, your expiration date looming closer with every second that passes.

Saturday, April 13th

The movie theatre is packed. 

You’re waiting in line for popcorn with Nabi, Namjoon and Ria, while Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi go to the bathroom. The hall of the movie theatre is loud, and you’ve been standing in silence with your friends as you wait for your turn, though you’ve been eyeing the menu as you’re trying to decide what to order.

You settle on a medium-sized bag of popcorn to share with Yoongi, and Namjoon and Ria grab different candies and chocolate bars for themselves and your other friends. You’re walking towards your movie room when you notice an all-too recognizable tattooed boy, who stands taller than the group that surrounds him.

His eyes light up when he sees you, and he grins broadly as he waves at you.

Four pairs of eyes turn to look at you - Jimin, Sera, Lisa and Eunwoo - and you smile at them, though your gaze quickly shifts back to Jungkook.

You’d told him you were coming to the movies with your friends before going out for drinks. You’re not surprised he’s decided to pull up - despite everything you’ve told him, he’s jealous of your friendship with Yoongi. Which you reckon is funny - Yoongi is trying to fix things with Hoseok, and all you’ve been doing is offer help to him when he needs it.

You don’t think the relationship is fixable, but you haven’t had the strength to break it to Yoongi yet. Not when they had a moment last week, and he’s been far too happy about it since then.

You walk over to where Jungkook’s standing, your friends in tow. It’s hard to stop yourself from hugging him, but you manage to do it, instead greeting everyone and smiling at Jimin as he asks what movie you’re going to see.  

“Dune 2,” you reply. 

Jimin snorts, saying, “Thought so.”

It sounds ominous, and you slightly furrow your brows, glancing towards Jungkook. He only shrugs his shoulders as he purses his lips.

And that’s how you end up mixing friend groups for the movie. You’re not surprised when Jungkook manages to sit on your left - he’s clearly been scheming for this all along. Yoongi, entirely oblivious, sits on your right.

“I haven’t even seen the first movie,” Yoongi says as he leans towards you. He quickly glances further down the row, where Hoseok sat with Namjoon and Nabi.

Jungkook mirrors Yoongi, and he’s so close you catch a whiff of the detergent he uses to wash his clothes. “It was practically a walking simulator in the desert. Not much to miss.”

Yoongi nods, sitting back in his seat. He offers you a knowing look, and then turns towards Seokjin and Ria on his other side, joining whatever conversation they’re having. You purse your lips, before sliding your gaze back to Jungkook.

“What are you doing here?” you ask through gritted teeth.

“My friends wanted to see the movie,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “Thought we could go at the same time.”

You look up to the ceiling, though a smile is playing at the corners of your lips. “What a coincidence.”

He grins. “What a coincidence indeed.”

It makes you chuckle, and before you can say anything else, the light of the movie theatre dims, leaving you in only the glow of the screen as it comes to life.

You eat your popcorn as many movie trailers pass on the screen, Yoongi taking some once in a while. The movie starts when you’re halfway done with the bag, and soon you’re lost in the scenes, too focused to eat.

That’s when Jungkook strikes, stealing a handful of popcorn from your bag.

“Hey!” you whisper-shout, and he winks at you as he eats a mouthful of the snack. 

“What?” he whispers back once he’s swallowed.

“That’s mine.”

He flicks your nose, leaning closer to say directly in your ear, “What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours, peach.”

You narrow your gaze. “You haven’t even bought any snacks.”

He shrugs. “I knew I’d steal yours.”

You roll your eyes, slightly shaking your head as you look back towards the screen, and he chuckles softly. Scenes flash in front of your eyes, and you get lost in the action. It might be an hour later, or just a few minutes, when Jungkook pokes your knee, attracting your attention.

You glance at him, but he’s focusing on the screen, his skin looking honey-like in the light. You furrow your brows in question, but when he doesn’t say anything, you shrug, looking back at the screen.

He does it again thirty seconds later, and this time he’s stifling a laugh when you glance at him.

“What do you want?” you whisper as you lean closer to him.

“You,” he replies simply, his eyes darkening as he meets your gaze.

You gulp. “We’re in the middle of a movie theatre with all of our friends.”

“I know,” he says, shrugging. “I’ve just been thinking of how you feel around my…”

You punch his shoulder before he can finish his sentence, and Lisa throws you a look that makes you sit back in your seat, folding your arms on your chest.

“Just focus on the movie, Kook,” you mumble.

He chuckles again, but before he can say anything else, Lisa nudges him. He glances at her, leaning closer when she whispers something you can’t quite hear. 

His whole demeanour changes after that, and he sits back in his chair, a slight pout on his lips. Gone is the playfulness, but you think it’s safer that way. He’s way too obvious when you’re in public, and though Taehyung still hasn’t said a thing, you know it’s bound to explode in your face soon.

Jungkook is leaving for Paris in just a few weeks after all. 

It douses you, and you finish watching the movie with a lump in your throat, one that doesn’t disappear even when you’re at the bar later, your friend group mixing with Jungkook’s far too easily. Of course, Jungkook notices, and he sits next to you, nudging you.

You glance at him, noticing the concern in his eyes.

“Is something wrong?” he asks.

“No,” you lie, but he sees through it immediately.

“Is it your cramps?”

You’re on your period. Obviously, he knows, and he’s been sweet about it, buying you snacks and putting his hands, always warm, on your lower stomach while you cuddle. 

You purse your lips, shaking your head. The concern doesn’t disappear from his features though, and you feel bad. Enough so that you say, “I’m just…”

You trail off as Lisa appears, sitting on the other side of Jungkook with two beers in hand. She gives one to Jungkook, who thanks her quickly before setting his gaze on you again. Yet she lingers, and you find yourself unable to speak, shrugging your shoulders.

“If there’s anything, just let me know,” Jungkook says, and he offers you a small smile that does nothing to tame the worry in his gaze. “I don’t mind heading home earlier.”

You nod once, and the conversation dies as Hoseok appears on the other side of the table, cheeks red with the shots he’s already downed.

“Not drinking tonight?” he asks you.

You shrug. “Not really in the mood.”

Hoseok narrows his gaze in his suspicion. “I’ve never seen you not in the mood to drink.”

You chuckle. “Well, now you have.”

You’re relieved when he lets it go, especially as you sensed Jungkook tensing by your side, an indication that he was going to intervene if Hoseok didn’t drop it. There’s a short silence, during which you notice Hoseok looking at Yoongi where he’s drinking with Namjoon and Seokjin, a few tables over.

You glance at Jungkook, motioning towards Hoseok. Jungkook frowns, not understanding, and you quickly pull out your phone to text him.

[10:37 pm] You: i want to talk to hobi about yoongi but not in front of you guys

Jungkook pulls out his phone to read your message. He doesn’t reply, yet he nods, turning towards Lisa. “Where are Sera and Jimin?”

“Ordering something at the bar,” Lisa replies, entirely unaware. “Why?”

“Want shots?”

Lisa beams under Jungkook’s gaze, and you taste bile in your mouth as they get up and walk away together, Jungkook shooting you a quick glance over his shoulder.

You can complain all you want about Jungkook being jealous of Yoongi, but you’re just as jealous of Lisa after all.

“What’s up with you and Yoongi?” you ask when they’re out of earshot, gaining Hoseok’s attention.

“Man…” he trails off. “I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel.”

“Is that why you’ve decided to switch universities?” 

You’ve been asking yourself that question for weeks, but Hoseok has been good at avoiding you, clearly realizing that you’ve grown closer to Yoongi.

Hoseok widens his gaze, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. “No? I said it’s because I’m following a professor.”

“What professor?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

Hoseok shrugs, his eyes dropping to a knot in the wood of the table. “Why do you care?”

“You’re my friend,” you remind him. “No matter the history that we have. I’d be sad to see you go.”

He chuckles, and it’s a lot more bitter than you ever expected to hear him. “Listen, I don’t really want to be questioned. Is Yoongi the one that asked you to ask me this?”

“No,” you say. “Not at all. I’m just worried about you.”

“About me?” he repeats. “I’m all good, Y/n.”

He doesn’t sound convincing at all, so you say, “Just make sure you don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“I already did,” he admits, and his glance towards Yoongi is far too telling. “I’m not into him like that. I don’t even know if I’m into men like that.”

“Have you told him?” 

He shrugs. “Here and there. I think he knows.”

You think so too, as Yoongi had mentioned it when you’d studied together a few weeks ago. 

“Just make sure you’re honest with him, and honest with yourself,” you say after a few beats of silence.

Hoseok purses his lips, nodding once. “Will do.”

The air turns awkward as Hoseok just keeps on staring at the knot in the wood. You feel bad - you used to be a lot closer to him, and in just a few weeks, your relationship shifted. But you think it might be for the better - you can’t imagine how Jungkook would feel if you were close to someone you used to sleep with, considering he’s jealous of a friend you’ve never done anything with.

Not that that would stop you from being friends with someone. Especially not when April 29th is coming soon, and with it, your situationship - you’re not sure you can call it a relationship - will end. 

“Where are you moving?” you ask.

“San Diego,” he replies quickly, and a shy smile appears on his lips, like the thought excites him. “I can’t wait to not have to deal with winter anymore.”

“I can imagine,” you say, chuckling. “Though winter wasn’t too bad this year.”

“If there was an inch of snow then it was bad.” He says it wisely, and this time you laugh as he breaks into a smile.

The conversation is easier after that. Still heavy, because you both know the friendship likely won’t survive the distance, but you still manage to have fun as you speak about classes, about life, and about what he’ll do once he’s in California. Half an hour passes like that, and then you move to the bar, agreeing to grab a single drink.

You settle on an Amaretto Sour, and Ria and Nabi join you at the bar. You end up doing Lychee bombs with them, and then you follow them all back to the table where the rest of your friends are, along with Jimin, Sera and Jungkook.

You’re relieved to see Lisa isn’t there. Not that she’s not nice. She always is, despite her obvious attraction towards Jungkook. And though she clearly senses that something’s happening between you and Jungkook, she’s never said anything, and you respect her for it.

You sit between Nabi and Ria, and Nabi quickly melts against Namjoon next to her. You snort at the sight, turning to say it to Ria, who seems to be in a staring contest with Seokjin across the table.

You don’t really know what’s happening between the two. Ria mentioned that she’s not interested in him, saying he’s just gotten out of a relatively long relationship, and you’re not close enough to Seokjin to know his opinion.

You’re just observant, and you know just how much the air fills with electricity when these two are concerned. Lightning is bound to strike at some point, and you just hope it does so without hurting anyone.

You wonder, is that how the people around you perceive you and Jungkook?

The evening unfolds, calmer than your usual outings - you find yourself going home just a little after midnight. Jungkook’s with you, and he unlocks the door as you slowly walk up the stairs, shooting you a glance.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he asks as you finally reach the top.

You purse your lips, meeting his gaze. The streetlight down the stairs reflects in his gaze, and he looks angelic, innocent like this.

“Yeah, I’m just…” you trail off. “You’re leaving soon.”

His features soften, and he opens the door for you to walk in, following behind you. “I know,” he says once he’s shut the door.

You turn the lights on, meeting his gaze. Unable to help yourself, you cup his cheek, thumb swiping at his skin. “Want to share a bed tonight?” you ask.

As if you haven’t been sharing a bed for weeks already.

“Yes, of course,” he immediately agrees, and he covers your hand with his own, tugging you closer. “If you kiss me first.”

That makes you smile, like only he knows to do, and you tiptoe, pressing your lips on his in a featherlike peck.

“That doesn’t count,” he complains, lips jutting out in a small pout.

“Then kiss me,” you challenge. “Kiss me stupid.”

You don’t need to ask twice - he closes the distance between your mouths, lips ravaging yours, and you lose your hands in his hair.

Later, after you’ve sucked his dick in the shower - you don’t like having sex on your period, but you still wanted to make him feel good - you lie down in your bed, the fairy lights making the atmosphere far gentler than it should be.

It’s treacherous, and you lie with your head on Jungkook’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Chasing Cars is playing on his speaker, and you hold him tighter, putting all of your love in the act. He kisses the top of your head, mouth lingering against you.

“I’m happy you came tonight,” you admit. Indeed, despite the anxiety of Taehyung learning, you like hanging out with Jungkook. Like spending as much time as possible with him right now - the clock is ticking after all, and the sound resembles that of a bomb about to go off.

“Me too,” he whispers. 

You lift your head, meeting his gaze. “Have you talked to Taehyung recently?” 

The question takes him aback, and his eyebrows knit together. “I speak to him almost every day, why?”

Because you’ve been avoiding your brother like the plague. Because you know the second you speak to Taehyung, you’ll blurt out the truth, and you’re not ready to face his reaction yet.

You doubt you’ll ever be ready.

“How is he and the girl doing?” you ask. “Ariane?”

“Good,” Jungkook answers. “They’re pretty much official now.”

Your lips stretch in a thin line, and you rest your head on his chest again. 

You don’t want him to see the jealousy in your gaze.

“Good for him.” It sounds just as flat as you feel - like a tire pierced with a nail, emptied of all air.

Jungkook must feel it too, because his grip around you tightens, like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together. As if it’d save you from the looming heartbreak.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jungkook whispers a while later, when you thought he was asleep. 

You hope he doesn’t take your silence personal - you just don’t think you can figure it out.

Taehyung would never let it happen. So silence is what you offer Jungkook, and you wonder if the beat his heart skips is an indication that he’s breaking, much like you are breaking too.

Sunday, April 28th 

Time goes by fast. Sometimes, you think it’s even faster when you’re trying to hold on to something - like sand slipping through the fingers of a fist held tight, time has been slipping away.

The end is near. 

You’re sitting on Jungkook’s bed, watching him as he packs his suitcase. He’s been lazy, stopping often so that he can kiss you, hold you. He’s been clingy lately, much like you’ve been.

Like you’ve been trying to fit a whole relationship in just a few weeks. 

Jungkook lifts his head from his sock drawer, meeting your gaze. He smiles, but there’s sadness behind his pupils, lurking in the depths of his eyes. You want to take it away, but all you manage to do is smile a weak smile.

“I wonder if they’ll want to go to the Catacombs,” Jungkook says.

He’s been saying random stuff once in a while as he packs, grasping for a conversation you haven’t been able to join in. But you try, you always try, and you know he’s not mad at you for it.

Jungkook could never be mad at you. 

It’s strange how he changed in the last four months. You think back on the Incident, that dreaded Incident you had believed to be the most embarrassing thing in your life. Today, you know it wasn’t. It was the start of something great, something you wish never had an expiration date.

But nothing gold can stay, or so they say.

“I bet they’re creepy,” you answer. “Not sure I’d go if I were you.”

“I assume you’re the kind of person who gets scared while watching horror movies too, huh?” Jungkook teases, and he walks towards you, hands full of socks.

He drops them in the suitcase at your feet as you slightly shake your head, a teasing smirk growing on your lips. You doubt it meets your eyes, but it’s the best you can do.

“Says you, who prefers watching romance over action,” you tease.

Indeed, the first few times you’ve watched movies together, he’s suggested going for action first. But he never once appeared disappointed when you chose a romance movie, instead beaming at you as he nodded enthusiastically. It was adorable, endearing, like everything is when it comes to Jungkook.

You can hardly believe he used to sleep around, used to be the most renowned fuckboy in your college. Nowadays, Jungkook appears more like a hopeless romantic, and it’s easy to figure out why.

As someone who never received love from his family, he’s been craving it his whole life. At least you think so, and you’ve been giving it to him, pouring it to him, by actions rather than words.

“Nothing beats romance,” he declares, and you chuckle as he plops down on the bed next to you.

You turn your head towards him as he lies down, one hand on his chest.

“Is that why you cry in every movie?”

He frowns, a pout adorning his lips. “I don’t.”

You cock an eyebrow, because obviously he does, and you both burst out laughing at the same time. 

No matter how dreaded the circumstances are, the chemistry between you and Jeon Jungkook is undeniable. And as you look at him, you wonder if there’s a universe out there where you’re allowed to be with him. Where older brothers aren’t a thing, and where you get to call him yours, to scream it from the rooftops.

It douses your enthusiasm, and your smile falls as you look away. 

Jungkook sits up, cupping your cheek to force you to look at him again. He scans your features for a few seconds, and you stare at his eyebrow piercing, as if that will keep you from crumbling.

“You know…” he lets out. He sucks on his lower lip piercings, pulling at them so hard you think it has to hurt. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah?”

He nods. “I really want to make us work.”

His simple sentence empties everything in your head, in your soul, until there’s just him left. 

“But how?”

“I’ll speak to Taehyung,” he says, for what has to be the thousandth time. Indeed, you’ve had that conversation before, but you never once agreed. “I’ll speak to him in Paris, and then when I come back this doesn’t have to be over.”

“This?” you repeat.

“Us.”

You sigh, and you look between his eyes. Hope lights his gaze, and you think there has to be a museum out there to exhibit such beauty. 

Jungkook is breathtaking in every way that matters.

“Tae will kill you,” you say, and the hope slowly withers like flowers in the fall. “Try to have a nice trip instead.”

“Then we can talk to him when I come back,” Jungkook suggests. “Together. I can use you as a human shield if he tries to kill me.”

You snort, and the hope reignites in his gaze. “What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then he’ll be mad,” Jungkook simply states. “I don’t want to lose you, peach.”

Fuck. You’re in love, and you’re in love deep.

“You might lose his friendship,” you say, but your resolve is melting away far quicker than you expected. Because he’s offering you a silver lining, a life vest in the storm that’s been raging inside your head for weeks.

“I honestly don’t care,” Jungkook says, but you see it in his eyes: he cares, and he’d be hurt. “I’m sure he’ll get over it.”

You highly doubt so but… what if he does? What if he forgives Jungkook, forgives you?

Then you wouldn’t need to travel to another universe. You’d have this one, and you’d have Jungkook.

Maybe you should try.

“Are you sure?” you ask, voice smaller than the atoms holding your body together.

He nods vehemently. “I am. 100%. I don’t want to lose you when we’ve barely just started.”

“Kook…”

He kisses you then, as if he needs to show you with action instead of words. You end up tangled in his bed, your bodies connected on a level deeper than the physical, yet you wouldn’t dare say it. And he doesn’t either, not even when you inevitably go to bed later that evening. 

You’re nestled in his embrace, a few minutes after he’s turned his LED lights off, when you say, “Kook?”

“Mmh?”

“Don’t talk to Tae in Paris,” you say. “We’ll wait for you to come back. And we’ll talk to him together.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Okay. If that’s your wish, then I can do it.” He’d said so earlier after all.

You nod. “I think it’s better if it comes from us both instead of just you.”

“Makes sense.” Jungkook kisses your forehead, and a soft smile spreads on your lips. “And peach?”

“Yeah?” you murmur.

“If you miss me too much, feel free to sleep in my bed and wear my clothes, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses your forehead again, and despite the words exchanged, you fear it might mean goodbye.

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no but why did I forget how sad this chapter was? Help, they are so afraid to lose each other :') anywayyys what did you guys think about this chapter? Did you like it?? Please let me know:)

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I think that it would be so cute if while Hasan is on stream his kid comes running into the room to show him something they made for him and he pulls them up on his lap while he looks at it and chat goes crazy saying hi to them and then Has calls for reader and she comes get their kid and they both give him a kiss on the cheek before leaving and Has is just a blushinh mess

dad!hasan streaming with his kid.

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hasan was chatting to chat, talking about him being a new dad, "chat… i'm definitely landing them with a long future in therapy, that's for sure." he laughs to himself as he hears his kid’s giggle from the kitchen. “hey bubba!” hasan greet them, “watchya got there bubba?” as hasan turns his full body and attention to the kid, resting his elbows on his knees.

hasan pulls his kid onto his lap, chat is absolutely eating this up. chat is spamming, “HIIIIIIII”, “THIS IS TOO ADORABLE!”, etc! hasan definitely has his kid’s art work or anything the kid made either on desk, kaya’s bed or background shelves! after some time passes, hasan calls out to you. “*whatever your favorite nickname you have*” he shouts across the house, running his fingers through the kid’s hair.

“I’M COMING HUN” you shouted back at him from the stairs. as you entered the room, hasan already had a shit eating grim across his face. this man is insanely blushing, “hey hun, i need to put her/him down for a nap now… please don’t shout hun.” i say to him as i cup the top of his head, repeatedly running my fingers through his hair. i somehow our kid has fallen asleep on hasan’s lap…

hasan slowly stands up, handing over the kid into your arms. “yeah, i got her/him.” i whisper back to him. iyour kid starts to slowly wake up, “you wanna give you dad a kiss hun?” hasan says softly. the kid reaches out for a kiss on his cheek, you thought of doing the same thing. after you guys kissed him on his cheeks, you kissed him on his lips while he’s completely blushing. he’s in a trance!

“i love you.” you guys said in unison, both smiling at each other as if it’s running back to moment where you two saw each other for the first time… as you turn away to put you kid down for a nap. hasan is completely in a trance, watching you walk away, holding your guy’s sleepy kid, completely smittened, he’s completely lost for word, smiling at himself. chat is farming a shit load of clips out of this! <33

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‘love me back?’ — extras

— behind the scenes posts

main fic ml — mixtape (made by @hyperbolicheart)

[facts]

[ask the characters]

think piece written by @outoforbit

drabbles — smut, fluff

mark surprising y/n at one of her resorts

house warming gifts

their arguments + how they resolve them

each character’s story arc

mark and yn’s favourite ways to fuck each other

when they move in with each other

daddy kink

nipple kink and sucking

mirror sex

mark and y/n having to stay quiet

mark and yn lazy morning sex

soft, domesticated mark and yn moments

spending the first night in his apartment

mark and yn aftercare

mark, jeno and y/n at the river court

christmas at mark + nabi’s

jeno, y/n and karina threesome

group holiday destination

mark making y/n flustered

marks sex history

“i want you rough, mark”

mark protective of areum

embarrassing moments

sitting on mark’s cock whilst doing your makeup

dom mark moments

as parents

when taesun died

chaeun hiding behind mommy and daddy

chaeun swimming with mark

christmas holidays

chaeun being a cute girl

visuals

y/n’s camera roll

mood boards

mark

y/n

social media posts

the final instagram posts

mark and yn post

text messages

mark and y/n after the epilogue (nsfw) | two

group chats

y/n and mark fucking too loud

[potatomountain]

Chapter Twelve

📍pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader

📍au: detective/mafia

📍word count: 3.1k

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📍Warnings: rated 17+, cross-dressing, adult topics discussed

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Watching Mingi flirt shamelessly with the two women on his arm was actually amusing. He had the charm, the charisma, and yes- the big dick energy that made sense. The two were hooked on his deep voice, his tongue flicking across his thick lips, and the promises he whispered into their ear.

But you were also aware that he wasn’t oblivious to his surroundings, noticing his attention on you and Felix more than once. He was as subtle as you were with your own glances, but whenever you were caught you just offered a coy or shy smile, attempting to be flirty.

You were getting quite concerned when Hyunjin took his time, eyes scanning around for the man in drag only to spot him at the bar chatting it up with target number two. You expected Mingi to be dressed with the intent of picking up girls, but the fuckboy fit on Yunho? It took you by surprise.

Hyunjin was clearly liking it, laughing at something he said and sharing a grin. You nudged Felix, nodding in the direction. “Our dear friend found herself someone, maybe we should too?”

Felix's eyes went wide, leaning in for your ears only. “You want me to flirt with a guy like this?”

“Mhmm. Maybe dance.” You laughed at his expression. “Come on Lix, we are still here to have fun and you agreed to this. Gunna let poor lil me try and jump on someone's dick alone?”

He scoffed, fixing his tone. “I am here to be a wing woman only.”

“Fine, fine.” Sighing dramatically you collapsed back against him, laughing when he fell back. You kept your tone, voice, even your laugh a little different so as not to be recognized. You did want to see how long you could fool the other two.

Considering Mingi was paying more attention to Felix, you figured you were going under his radar. Rude, but fair, Felix did make such a pretty woman all dolled up. He also had two other women still sandwiching him, but you noticed one was getting impatient.

“When is your friend coming back with the drinks?”

“Soon, baby girl. See, he's coming now.” Even you could hear Mingi, the booths around the floor were surprisingly easier to talk in, no need to shout over the music. You tried not to make it obvious when Yunho approached, but considering Hyunjin was on his arm you bounced up.

“You finally made it back with our drinks! Yes!” You eagerly made room for him as, surprisingly, Yunho set your drinks down.

“You didn’t tell me your friends were just as cute as you.” Yunho let his hooded eyes look you both over, his smile turning sly before he turned back to Hyunjin. “Must be my lucky night.”

Hyunjin giggled, scooting into the booth next to you and smirking up at him. “Maybe it’s mine.”

Whining, you placed your chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “No fair, you got a head start on the hottie.”

“Well maybe you should’ve gotten the drinks.”

“And leave sweet Lixie alone with you?” you whined again, turning to Yunho and batting your lashes at him. “Hi there, I’m Nabi, the hotter friend.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes but was grinning. “Just because you have the better tits doesn’t make you hotter.”

“Just because you have thicker lips doesn’t either, honey.” You retorted, not taking your eyes off the tall man before you as you sat up a bit straighter just to show off the tits in question. “Wanna make your night luckier and join us?”

Mingi had his eyes on you now, the two women as well but you didn't waver from Yunho's gaze. His flirty smirk widened further, tilting his head towards his friend without pulling his eyes from yours. “What do you think, Malik? Should I?”

“But you promised-” The woman closest to Yunho whined, detaching herself from Mingi to reach for the other.

Yunho glanced down at the hand she grabbed him with, pulling it away roughly. “I don't recall promising anything.”

“I can keep you plenty company, come here.” Mingi motioned her back, the woman pouting as she curled back under his arm. 

Yunho shot him a grateful look before returning his full attention towards you and your friends. “Mind if I sit?”

Hyunjin wasted no time in standing up and letting Yunho slip into the booth next to you. You shared a flirty smile, letting your eyes wander and expression turn coy, ignoring when Hyunjin sat down with a whine. “Nabi~”

“I'm playing fair Jinnie, so shush.”

“Ladies, no need to fight over me, there's enough of me for the both of you- or three.” Yunho slung his arms over the back of the booth, easily encompassing the three of you; a reminder of how big he was.

Felix grumbled no thanks, freckled cheeks pink even in the dim lighting as he grabbed his drink. Even with him being shy, it didn't put a damper on the heavy flirting that enveloped the table, which got more risqué as the drinks kept coming.

Hyunjin was bold with his statements, between hyping up your body to just what his mouth could do- much to Felix's chagrin, seeming too innocent for this kind of talk. Of course, neither of you wanted to seem too desperate, slipping away from the booth to dance, taking turns dancing with Felix and Yunho.

Hyunjin played it smart, made sure Yunho wouldn't feel something he shouldn't, and at first you had played it a little hard to get but clearly enjoying being chased. At first. Several drinks in after an hour of “getting to know them”, you let him touch you more: a hand on your back, arm, or knee when sitting down. He got more physical as time went on as well. 

That's how you found yourself in your current position, dancing with him and his hands on you. Particularly running the length of your sides, down over your hips as you moved them to the music, his head hovering above your shoulder, breath on your skin raising the hairs on the back of your neck. It was far more intimate than you wanted to get, and somehow not intimate enough. You didn't question where such thoughts came from, scared of what you would find.

You glanced up at Hyunjin across from you, somehow he had grabbed Mingi's attention and was dancing with him now; probably because the two girls he had been with left him for someone else. They had gotten impatient with him for flirting with you and your ‘girlfriends’. You were grateful for that, you didn't want to hear them fucking once you went home. You assumed he latched onto Hyunjin since Felix hadn't been giving him the time of day.

“Why are you looking at them?” Yunho breathed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Trying to hide his effect on you, you gave him a coy smile, “wouldn't you like to know?” A gasp left you when he pulled you firmly back against him, hand on your lower stomach to hold you still. “H-hey!” 

“Come on, tell me. I'm right here, baby girl, and yet you're staring at my friend. You want me to touch you like he's touching your friend?” Yunho brought his mouth closer to your neck, mimicking Mingi's lips on Hyunjin's neck. Damn, he moved quick. “Or is it his lips?”

You groaned, tilting your head and letting him run his nose over your skin. “Why would I want him when I have you right here?” Your hips never stopped moving, bringing a hand to place over his on your stomach. The way he was touching you, moving with you, certainly had some wires in your brain short-circuiting but you were blaming that on the alcohol and your lack of a sex life.

He chuckled, nipping at your earlobe “I didn't say you had to have just one of us.” This time you couldn't hide the shiver that ran down your body. “Oh you would like that huh? Two mouths on you, four hands and two cocks to do with as you please. Naughty naughty girl.”

That shouldn't sound so damn good- shouldn't have you pressing your thighs together- but it did. Reeling from your own body's reaction, you didn't reply and he rolled with it.

“That's so hot.” He pulled his lips away and motioned for Mingi. The other man muttered something to Hyunjin before your friend winked in your direction and headed off towards Felix.

Feeling far more intoxicated than you did a bit ago, you didn't question when Mingi closed the distance, standing just before you with an expression of awe. “Want to share her, Malik? I think she would like that? Wouldn't you, butterfly?” You nodded to Yunho's words without even fully processing what was said.

Mingi chuckled, running his hands up the bare skin of your arms before pulling them up and around his neck. “She does look quite nice pinned between us like this.” Hand on your hip he pulled you up against his knee, sliding your skirt up in the process.

“Oh you do work fast.” You couldn't tell if you were still moving along to the music anymore, nor did you care. Their hands on your body, Yunho's lips so close to your neck as Mingi leaned in. You were enveloped by them, physically and in all senses. They were all you could see, feel, smell, hear- and suddenly taste.

“No need to play when I know just what I want.” The brief touch of Mingi's lips on yours had you reacting almost desperately. You pulled him closer to you, whimpering against his lips and going so far to push yourself further up his thigh. 

Yunho followed suit, pressing against you so you were even more sandwiched between them, his lips on your neck, continuously nipping just under your ear. You could feel his cock beneath his pants right against the curve of your ass, just exciting you further. Fuck you were throbbing already, aware of just where their hands were and you wanted them lower.

You whined when your lips were pulled away from Mingi's, the noise getting swallowed up by Yunho's lips. They had your body alive and willing to melt to their every touch, molding it to their will. Mingi's hands slid up your dress, digging his nails into the soft plush of your cheeks as he pulled you further up his thigh, running you over it and pulling another moan out of you. Part of your subconscious screamed at you to stop, asking you just what you were doing with these two?

The only answer you could muster wasn’t a good one, blaming your shameless behavior on the alcohol and just how touch-starved you were. You told yourself you needed this, moving your hips for more friction, panties rubbing on the jeans of Mingi’s thigh. Riding his thigh to get off in the middle of a club was definitely something you never thought you would do, typically far too prideful to do this sober and with someone you liked.

Yet every thought of pulling away, as well as every moan, was swallowed by their lips. As soon as Mingi pulled his lips away to groan and praise you, Yunho’s took your breath away. “Fuck you’re soaking my jeans pretty girl. So needy, so hot.” His deep voice in your ear had the words fuzzing up your brain and making it that much harder to focus. You couldn’t go home with them, better lighting would be harder to hide just who you were and they would never let you live it down at the office.

Pulling your lips from Yunho’s, your lipstick smeared on his, you began your protests, stopping the rhythm of your hips much to your disappointment. You shouldn’t be, you could get off on a pillow just as well, a toy even better. Mingi pulled away first, letting you fall back against Yunho as someone garnered his attention.

“Sorry to interrupt, you all seem to be having a grand time-” Hyunjin spoke clearly over the music, right into your lust-addled brain and finally shaking some more sense into you, “-but I have to steal my friend back. There is a, hm, situation she has to help me with.” Oh Hyunjin, swooping in to save your ass before you did something absolutely shameful. You could practically kiss him with gratitude.

“I’ll be right there Jinnie.”

“Right, better fix your clothes before the whole club sees your undies. Black lace right?” Hyunjin winked, turning on his heel before heading back to Felix who, now that you could see him, seemed far too drunk. Shame hit you like a ton of bricks as you began to scramble to adjust your clothes, cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Yunho helped you right your skirt while Mingi was beginning to protest. “Just a little more and she would’ve gotten off. Do you really have to go baby?”

“Course she does, but we can continue this tomorrow after work.” Yunho released you, letting you step away from them with a knowing smirk on his face. “I’ll call you again if you’re late.”

“Tomorrow? What do you-” Mingi was clearly confused, looking between you and Yunho as if one of you would give the answer away. You didn’t stick around to see him figure it out, a fire under your heels lit by the realization that Yunho had and you had no idea when.

Did he kiss you, touch you like that knowing who you were? You banished the thought as quickly as it came, knowing that was a dangerous route to go down. At least right now.

Rushing over to Hyunjin and Felix, you diverted all your attention to them. “Thanks for the save, Hyunjin, let’s get out of here.”

“I can totally take Felix back home if you want to go take those two home.” Hyunjin giggled, watching over your shoulder no doubt the two in question.

You didn’t get a chance to retort, Felix grabbing your hand with a pout. “Let’s just go, please?” He looked distressed, tears brimming his eyes. Something was wrong, you just didn’t know what.

“Y-yeah, let’s go. Hyunjin, you’re coming back to my place right?” You double-checked that you had all your belongings, pulling Felix towards the door with your best friend following.

Your escape out of the club wasn’t speedy enough, Mingi catching up quickly, calling out to you. “Wait! Nabi!” He grabbed your hand just as you stepped out, the humid night air barely hitting your sweaty skin when he said your actual name.

“Just stop!” You yanked your hand out of his, glaring up at him. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

His face dropped, brows pushed up together in shock. “It really is-”

“Mhmm and you were all over her.” Hyunjin laughed, stepping in and putting some space between you and Mingi. “Sucks to suck pretty boy.”

“Can we just go.” Felix whined out, deep voice grumbling and getting Mingi’s shocked expression next. The full events of the night must be hitting him, the realization that he had no doubt thought about fucking a guy in drag settling in. You didn’t think he minded, considering that the eight back in the office clearly were sexual with each other. If he minded anything it was that he was fooled double time.

Mingi didn’t seem to let it get to him for long, turning back to you with a vulnerability you didn’t like seeing on his features. “But- you kissed-”

“Kissed both of you and tried getting off on your thigh. Yep, she definitely did that.”

“Hyunjin, you are not helping.” You hissed at him, pushing him away from the crowd that was starting to pay attention to the four of you. “Kissing is nothing Malik, so just drop it.”

His eyes somehow got wider, head tilted. “Nothing?”

“You do it all the time I’m sure. Just a kiss. You’re hot, so what, I can separate your shitty personality from your cock just fine.” You got defensive, attempting to walk away.

“Doubt it. Buttercup, can we talk for a second. What the fuck?” His confusion and vulnerability were twisting to anger, clear in his snippy tone.

Felix blocked him when he tried to get close, glaring at him as Mingi glared back. “She said to drop it, find someone else to fuck. Come on Angel.”

Mingi seemed to recognize his voice, “You- ah I heard you earlier.”

Getting fed up with the conversation, you pulled a stunt that in hindsight, was stupid. You pulled Felix by the chin, capturing his lips in a kiss and purposely deepening it. Not how you ever wanted to kiss someone you were in love with, just to prove a stupid point, but tonight seemed to be the night of stupid actions you usually would never.

You pulled away just to do the same to Hyunjin, knowing damn well you didn’t have the parts he liked but he caught on to your dramatics, kissing you back happily. “See, just a kiss. See you at work.” 

You left him flabbergasted, dragging your two friends down the street and away from him. What was his deal? Why did it matter so much to him about a stupid kiss?

A kiss, that you had to admit, left your stomach in knots and so damn eager for more. A kiss that, if you actually let yourself admit it, felt like fireworks in your blood and a passion you don’t remember feeling before.

“Well I would hate to be you tomorrow, Boo, you have to go back to that. And at work. Why’d you get so into it anyways? Thought you didn’t want to fuck em?” Hyunjin’s mouth ran a mile a minute while Felix had been deadly silent since the kiss. To be fair, so were you until Hyunjin gave up the questions.

They tried to stay the night, but you had them changed and out the door before it got too late. Hyunjin went to grab the cab while Felix was slow with his goodbye, no longer in drag. “Listen… about the kiss…”

“I meant nothing by it, Felix, don’t overthink it.”

“But I-”

“I mean it. You’re still one of my best friends and that doesn’t change anything okay? Go head home and rest. Please?”

He reluctantly nodded and left. Truly you had meant nothing about it, it was no different than kissing Hyunjin. There was no spark, no chemistry, no feelings- nothing that the kisses shared with the two dickheads had brought out. You hated to admit it, hated this realization. Felix was sweet, honorable, a really good person and you did love him.

So why had your body reacted the way it did?

It was going to keep you up all night thinking about it. And when that didn’t, hearing Mingi’s moans a bit after you rested your head on the pillow definitely did. More so the fact it was only his voice… and he was moaning your name.

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[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #50] Jeon Jungkook... Again

warnings: a lil pda, exhibitionism, public escapades, no grace! no decorum! fingering, a lil titty worship, oral (m), cowgirl (yeehaw!), squirting, creampie, yum <3

notes: wow i wonder what song came out the week this chapter of bd was first published lmao

wc: 9K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

From across the table, Jeongguk cocks a brow. Hair devastatingly dishevelled, his lopsided grin is an indication not only of the alcohol in his system, but also of the way he kind of just feels drunk around you all the time. He could be as sober as a cold winter's morning, stark and frigid, and yet one look at you, one laugh escaping from your lips, one intrusion of your perfume upon his senses, and he'd go loopy.

This is nothing new. Nothing unprecedented.

But it's also never been so abundantly unashamed in front of your friends.

The slightly tempestuous look in his pretty features is all your fault - but it's your words causing it this time.

Embroiled with a conversation amongst friends, you're all a little loose-lipped. Saying things you'd maybe be a little shyer admitting sober. The topic of discussion is sex, and more specifically, how marriage changes it.

"Oh yeah?" He challenges you. "What makes you so sure you'd never lose the spark with Mr. Hypothetical Disco Ball?"

Jimin laughs at this. "Mr. Hypothetical-" He cuts himself off. Shakes his head. Is still smiling. "Yeah, alright, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk throws him a quick glance, but doesn't bite. Just grins. Turns his attention back to you. "Well?"

"Well, I just wouldn't," you shrug. "Sexual compatibility is like, one of the most important things in a relationship."

The candles flickering in the centre of the table illuminate you in the prettiest of lights, Jeongguk thinks. Now well past everyone's bedtimes, Seoyeon and Yoongi have retired to bed (which is what sparked the entire conversation in the first place). Dokyeom and Seobi weren't far behind, and Nabi's been off chatting with a slightly forlorn-looking Hayun. Part of you feels bad for chewing her out like you did, that the lasting memory of one of her best friends' weddings will be a confrontation with you, but your tolerance has been waning thin. It was only a matter of time until you snapped - and in all honesty, you don't think you were that bad.

Jeongguk hasn't even so much as looked in her direction for the entire evening. You wonder if it comes naturally, or if he's deliberately restraining himself, then decide it's better that you don't know.

Music hums through a small Bluetooth speaker, everyone serving the reception having gone home. A nightwatchman roams occasionally, not disturbing you.

Your less-than-subtle exchange on the dancefloor a little earlier was interrupted by Jimin chaotically rounding up the boys for a sing-along rendition of some song you'd never heard before but that they all knew by heart. A testament to their friendship. A staple in their lives before you met any of them. A show of their friendships. The kind that endure.

Watching on with a fond smile, you'd toyed with the bird around your neck.

Coming to stand beside you, Nabi was smiling, too. Said, "I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but she's not all bad. This has just been... hard for her."

And you don't doubt that this all has been hard for Hayun. She'd had a life up in Seoul that she'd given up when she ended it with her boyfriend. Came back to the city for her home comforts only to find a stranger sleeping in the bed that used to be hers. Suddenly didn't know her place and decided you were public enemy number one for stealing it from her.

Or at least, that's how you rationalise it in your head.

"You tell her to send me that text?" You asked a little nonchalantly. "I don't mind. I just want to know."

Nabi was silent for a moment. Sighed. "Thought it might help ease things a little."

Glancing across to her, you offered a small smile. "Was sweet of you to try." You looked back to the boys. Shrugged your shoulders. "It's hard to believe she wants things to be amicable when she does things like that at the dinner table."

Though you were looking ahead, you noticed Nabi nodding. "I'll speak to her."

"Don't worry," you said softly. "It's not the time, nor the place. I can handle her being shitty with me - I just don't want it to interfere with... well, whatever Gguk and I have going on."

"Seobi says you're together."

Denying it would have caused more harm than good by that point.

So you nodded.

"Yeah," you smiled, but it was weak. You didn't want it to seem like you were bragging, especially when it's not even technically accurate. "Yeah. We're together."

Nabi smiled then, too.

"Don't tell her I said this," she started, needing to mention no names. There's no chance in hell you'd tell Hayun anything. "But I'm glad you guys have worked things out. It's the happiest I've seen Jeongguk in a long time."

"Really?" You had chirped. You aren't sure what sparked the surprise - Jeongguk's happiness being out of character or that Nabi was glad you'd worked it out.

"Mhmm," she nodded, equally surprised you don't seem aware of this. That may be why you and Jeongguk are so well-suited - you're both clueless. It's sweet, she thought, even if a bit naive. "He doesn't realise how much of a mood-maker he is, either. When he's happy, the rest of them are too. Things have been really nice, lately."

There was no ulterior motive for Nabi's admittance. No attempt for it to mean anything more than exactly what she said.

Reaching out, she squeezed your arm. "I'll handle Yun. Don't let it ruin your night."

And so she's doing exactly that as the rest of you sit around a single table, half-finished bottles of wine topping up your glasses, or sometimes just being chugged straight from. It's making your life a lot easier, so you appreciate Nabi choosing to speak with Hayun now, but you do also fear a bit of an emotional reaction. You don't want to end the evening with a fight.

However, it's Jeongguk challenging you, now - and oh, how you adore it.

"There's more to a relationship than sex," he says. There's a heat to the way he says that word. Sex . It's sordid, in a way. Something you do. Do together. Alone. In the confines of his room, or yours. Beneath pouring showers, in cheap motel rooms. Nowhere too promiscuous, but it's never too late to change that.

It's a funny thing to think about, sex. How taboo it is, yet how fundamental it is to your lives. Everyone at the table enjoys it, in their own way. Has their own ideals. Preferences. Potentially the most personal of all secrets is how we like to be fucked.

The man opposite you knows all your secrets. Could recite, word for word, an idiot's guide to making you wet. Step one: be Jeongguk. Step two: tits. Step three: call you pretty. Or a slut. Or a pretty slut. Preferably a pretty slut, actually.

Of course, he could write sonnets about it too. Verses that would make angels weep, and the heavens open. Biblical, almost, is the way he adores his pursuits of sin with you. Can't comprehend that is a sin, because nothing feels more heavenly than being inside you. Fucking you. Filling you.

The way he shifts in his position slightly lets you know he's thinking about it. Is excited about the prospect of it.

And yet he's looking at you with eyes that are full of stars, twinkling in delight as they're laughing at you; at your embarrassment for all the times they've witnessed you come undone for him. Teasing, but not mocking. Never mocking.

He's not looking at you like he knows how you like to be fucked.

He's looking at you like he knows how you like to be loved.

"Maybe," you shrug, pushing such silly thoughts away from yourself. "And it's not top of everyone's priority list - but it's pretty high up on mine."

Danbi hums in agreement. "Nothing beats make-up sex."

"You wanna fight real quick?" Taehyung jokes, making her roll her eyes - but the way she looks at him would indicate that a fight is not needed for him to get what he wants. It earns a little laughter from the entire table, and segues the conversation onto some other nonsense about arguments, and how they're important in a relationship, too.

Wrapped up in conversation, you don't notice Jimin reaching for the cigar tin that had been tossed towards the centre of the table. He pops it open, the discussion around him drowning out the sound as he checks how many are left of Yoongi's stash.

Sitting beside him, Jeongguk glances down at the open tin, too. Leans in his chair a little and says something to Jimin you can't hear, but as they both get to their feet, you assume they're going for a smoke. Is confirmed when Jeongguk looks to you, and brings his fingers to his lips, imitating the gesture of taking a toke. Knocks his head to the side, eyes wide and warm, offering you the chance to join.

Shaking your head, you smile. Silently say that it's okay. You'll stay put.

He nods. Purses his lips into a pretty pout and presses a kiss into the air. There's a glimmer of light reflecting from his lips ring, and it catches the attention of Danbi, who watches the pair of you with a smile. When you blow a subtle kiss back, she rolls her eyes. Waits until Jeongguk has left, and Taehyung is embroiled in conversation with Hoseok and Namjoon to quietly say, "You guys are so cute, it makes me sick."

"Hm?" You hum with a smug little grin, taking a sip of your wine. "Who?"

"Oh, give over," she laughs. "You and Mr Hayun's future husband."

Now this does make you laugh. "God, she really was insufferable earlier, wasn't she?"

"Insufferable, insane, take your pick," Danbi nods. "How are you feeling about it all?"

It's a simple question, you think. One that should have a simple answer, but it doesn't.

On the one hand, Hayun made her bed. She can't be throwing tantrums, demanding that she should sleep in yours just because she doesn't like the sheets she chose.

You know it's not that simple.

"A little guilty," you awkwardly admit, only to be met with a look of bewilderment from Danbi. Laughing, you gesture to indicate it's not how it sounds. "No, I just mean... She's clearly suffering at the moment, isn't she? Why else be that be delusional?"

"Some people just are."

"Yeah, but she doesn't strike me as the type," you shrug. "Like, I don't understand how she would have fit into a group of friends like this acting like that , you know? Gguk said once that she's threatened by me, 'cause I've stolen her 'place' - and I just don't understand how the place I'm in could have ever belonged to her. There's gotta be more to it."

Danbi isn't so sure. Thinks that perhaps Hayun has always been awful - but Jeongguk also once told you that just because you've only seen the bad doesn't mean there isn't any good.

Which is funny, 'cause as Jeongguk exhales ashy air from his lungs, back against a wall separating a garden from a seating area, cigar in hand, he's saying the exact opposite.

"Just never realised how bad it was," he admits. Shakes his head. Passes the cigar over to Jimin, 'cause it's the last of the lot. "And now B has to bear the brunt of it. Just isn't fair."

Jimin nods as he takes a toke. The end of the cigar glows as he does so. Takes him a second or so to reply.

"Take it you heard what she said to DB earlier?" Jimin asks, to which Jeongguk nods. "Seobi?"

It's Jeongguk who nods, now, to let him know that yes, it was Seobi who told him. Just a casual comment said in passing. The mention of you, and how pleased she is for him. Teasing of his bashful smile, and then, "Hayun was trying to wind her up earlier."

"Hm?" Jeongguk had hummed.

"Something about a pact, and a frozen cake," is all Seobi had followed it up with. "Anyway, your girl's got a good head on her shoulders - just thought you should know."

He isn't really sure what he thought he had been expecting - that Hayun would come through with her promise of a white flag? No. He didn't think that at all.

It was part of the reason he didn't encourage you to make peace. Knew she'd do something like this. Knows, because she used to do it to him, too. Fight with him, and make him feel as if he'd done something wrong. Would always apologise first, just so that she could use it for their next inevitable argument. Would question the integrity of his dedication to their friendship. Say shit like, 'you never apologise' , or 'I'm always the one trying to fix things.'

A few moons ago, you had fought with Jeongguk over Hayun, and her ability to walk all over him. He had told you that she was trying to make things right, and he'd believed it. Believed her . Just like he always had done.

Makes him queasy to think of it, now.

These days he sees it for what it actually was; years of manipulation foolishly understood to be genuine care. The things she 'fixed' were only ever broken by her in the first place, and Jeongguk suffered in silence for fear of tarnishing her reputation. He didn't want people to think she was a bad person, because he genuinely did care.

Did. Past tense. Doesn't give a shit anymore, and also doesn't have to worry about her reputation. She's tarnishing that by herself, alone. He doesn't care to polish it. Will let it rust, and fall into disrepair, and she'll only have herself to blame.

Like the cake baked in the haze of his infatuation, his fondness for her was left to go stale by Hayun. He'd thrown the cake out before he'd even met you. Jimin's orders. An indication that perhaps it shouldn't have just been the cake - should have been the girl, too.

"I've already told her to back off," Jeongguk divulges as Jimin passes him back the cigar. "She's hell-bent on... I don't even know what. She's just being a pain in my arse."

"Well, that's exactly it," Jimin supposes. "Pain in your arse, thorn in DB's side. She's causing you both issues. Conditioning you to associate DB with, I dunno, the feeling of being annoyed, or whatever. Psychology. I reckon Joon'll know the right terms."

"Think the right term is 'being a bitch'," Jeongguk smirks, but is scornful in his tone. It's rare for him to speak so bitterly, and especially about Hayun, but at times like this, it's justified.

"You're not wrong," Jimin laughs. Is rather pleased at the change in Jeongguk's tone. Once upon a time, he thought he'd never see the day.

Jimin has seen Jeongguk through it all. Knows he has a tendency to go a little loopy when he thinks he's in love.

Jeongguk's not been like that with you. Okay, yes, fine, he's done some obscure things and is a little bit of a seasoned fibber now, when it comes to the nature of your relationship - but it's all harmless. Aced his exams even despite his infatuation, which is a rarity. He's perfectly smart and absolutely capable of getting the best grades, but often he lets his heart take priority over his head.

Stern in how carefully you made sure he studied, Jimin knows your influence on him was good. Knows you've the potential to help push him in the right direction for many years to come. Hopes that it will come naturally, and not as a burden.

"If you want Hayun to treat you guys with respect, then you've gotta do it too," Jimin adds after a moment of soft contemplation.

A frown settles into Jeongguk's features, affronted by the suggestion he doesn't respect you. Of course he does.

"Watcha mean?" He asks, a little agitated in his tone.

"In the sense that you keep downplaying what you are," Jimin says kindly, knowing that he's struck a nerve. Wants to remedy the situation, but also knows if anyone can be honest with Jeongguk, then it's him. "Now, you know I love you both - but if I have to hear either one of you say 'oohh, we're just friends' one more time, I will skin you both alive."

Admittedly, this does make Jeongguk smirk a little. "I feel like that's an overreaction."

"I feel like it's an underreaction. Has been driving me mad for months," Jimin deadpans, but Jeongguk knows he's joking. "Look, just sit with her when we go back in. Show us all, whether you explicitly state it or not, that you want to be with her."

Jeongguk doesn't reply. Just takes a final toke on the cigar before stubbing it out against the wall.

"Gguk," Jimin says softly. "Nobody cares what you do, or where you sit. There are only two other people in that room who will care, and only one of them has an opinion that should mean anything to you. Do what you like - but Noah would always sit next to Allie. Always."

The table you're all sitting around is large and round, with a tablecloth worth more than the dress you're wearing covering the surface. It drapes over your knees and keeps you warm in the chill of night that's taken hold of the venue. You could, of course, put Jeongguk's blazer back on, but it's currently over the back of your chair.

Though it's easy to forget, when the surroundings are so beautiful, you're still technically outside. The pavilion walls offer no shielding from nature - and that includes the bugs flittering around in search of light.

Thankfully, given the time of year, there aren't that many, and one of the candles has the citronella scent that you know is supposed to keep them away.

There's one pest that you don't mind intruding on your personal space, though, and as he chooses to take the seat beside yours, you're quietly pleased.

Glancing across, you welcome him back. "Hey."

With an arm resting on the table, the other falling to your lap, Jeongguk leans across and presses an incredibly small kiss to your shoulder. It's intrinsically natural, as if he's been doing it for years. Knows he'll be doing it for years to come, so what difference does it make?

Though you don't verbalise a response, you feel a warmth bloom on your cheeks, and a pretty smile on your lips. There's a shyness to you. An inability to know how to act.

He's sitting so close to you that your chair may as well become a loveseat. The scent of cigar smoke sticks to him. It dawns on you all rather quickly how much you'd like to taste it. You think of his tongue, and how it so often strokes against yours. The pressure of his lips. His hands on your waist. Pretty whispers in your ears.

The hand of his that had fallen to your lap takes advantage of the split up the side of your dress. Slips beneath the material. Grips your thigh.

And still, he says nothing. Is listening into the conversation beside him. Laughs at all the right times. Adds adlibs to the anecdotes of his friends.

Yet his grip remains firm.

It's not until he hears you embroiled in conversation with Namjoon and Hoseok that his grip eases - only to then trail higher.

Jimin was right. Noah would always sit next to Allie.

But Jeongguk isn't Noah. He never had to strong-arm you into a date. It just sort of happened.

Just like the birds, and the revelations of fears and everything that came as a result of them - they just sort of happened.

The one thing that was always calculated was the way in which he would touch you. How it would benefit you. Serve your purpose. Help you.

In turn, yes, it would help him but it was never the primary principle. Maybe it's wrong for him to associate emotional intimacy so much with physical acts, but he's always been this way. Jimin's earlier critiques ring in Jeongguk's ears. Part of him fear he's about to take things too far - but fears are made to be faced with you.

He doesn't make it obvious as he husks. "What's the word, B?"

There's only one word it could be. It's reserved for one thing, and one thing only - and the way Jeongguk's hand is getting closer and closer to the warmth of your pussy, it would suggest that's exactly what he's after.

"Chess," you reply, a little breathless at the fact he's asking you that in this moment. You think if he were to ever sit down and play chess, he'd get a boner instantly. Associates it too closely with fucking you. "Gguk-"

He turns to you for a moment. Smiles. Says, "Don't let me distract you. Say the word, and I'll stop," then returns to his own conversation. Acts as if his thumb isn't stroking across the lace of your underwear. Acts as if he isn't teasing you beneath table, with all of your friends around.

You lean forward a little in your chair to protect yourself from any prying eyes. The tablecloth hides you away, but you're not an idiot. Jeongguk's hand is under the table. Sure it'll probably just look like it's on your lap, but you know it isn't.

He grips your thigh. Pulls your legs apart just a tiny bit. Just enough so that his index and middle finger can press against you.

It takes everything in you not to gasp.

Instead, you make a point to contribute to the conversation. "Yeah, but he's a little overrated, don't you think?"

Namjoon and Hoseok focus their full attention on you. Are shocked you would say such a thing.

You're shocked by the way Jeongguk begins to pulse the pressure of his fingers.

He's in his own conversation with Danbi. Is laughing. Sounds so pretty. You bet he looks it, too. God . The way he feels is divine. Takes everything in you not to react.

"I'm sorry?!" Hoseok shrieks.

"Yeah, sorry, gonna have to agree to disagree on that one," Namjoon says. "KAWS is an icon."

"But everything is so... samey," you argue. Truth be told, you like the novelty of his collections, and remember the first time Hoseok managed to snag one of his pieces. His sheer elation at owning some of his favourite artists' work is enough for you to like KAWS by association at the very least. You're just to say something that will get them talking - 'cause the docile roaming of Jeongguk's fingers is getting harder to ignore. "Hobes, have you told Namjoon about yours?"

A little bashful but desperately wanting to boast, Hoseok jumps at the chance - and just in time because you need to give Jeongguk a look.

Not a ' chess ' type look. Just a ' why the fuck are you the hottest man alive?' look.

"Hm?" he hums when he clocks you glancing over to him. "You good, B?"

He speaks loudly. Makes your conversation known. Not secret.

"Yeah," you say, and it's remarkable how controlled your voice is, given the fact he's now pushing your underwear to the side. It's just a thong. No hardship - though he'd rather you weren't wearing one at all. "All good. You?"

There's a little height to your pitch. Beneath his slacks, Jeongguk's cock throbs.

"Perfectly fine, baby."

"Baby?" you smirk at the public use of such a name. No one else is listening to your conversation - but they could be, and that's what makes it so erotic. That, and that fact he's playing with your pussy, but that's neither here nor there. Quietly, hiding the conversation now, you ask, "Why?"

All he does is shrug. Smiles. Pulls his hand from between your legs and is insatiably pleased to see a frown automatically appear in the form of a pretty little pout on your lips. He almost thinks you whine, but it's so cutely quiet it's hard to tell.

He glances across to the rest of the table, making sure no one is paying attention to you - then subtly brings his fingers to his lips. Anyone looking would think resting them in a contemplative pose. Wouldn't notice the small kiss against the side of his index finger, or how it hides his tongue swiping the taste of you off of it.

You say nothing. Swallow.

Eventually, he replies all rather nonchalantly.

"Said it's important," he reminds you. Clarifies, "That sex is important for longevity." From the corner of his eye, he can see Nabi and Hayun returning to the table. Boner killer. "You wanna head back to the rooms?"

You've spotted them, too. Know it's probably why he wants to leave.

But you shake your head.

"I never said chess," you shrug. Turn your focus away from him, and lean so that your elbows are on the table, obscuring anyone's view of your lap.

Taking the bait, Jeongguk also resumes his previous position. Smirks, and knocks his head to the side when he lowers his hand only to find your legs already spread for him. "Fair play, B. Checkmate."

Oh, it's serene hearing him declare you a winner as Hayun takes her seat. He pays her no attention as his middle finger slips straight beneath the lace, and sinks into your soaked hole. His depth is shallow, the positioning not ideal, but you know this isn't about an orgasm - and it makes you wanna whine.

Still, you glance back and whisper, "Don't make me cum."

He breathes out an airy laugh. Shakes his head with a smile so bright it could blind. "You think I'd give them the luxury of witnessing that?"

"Touche," you say, but cut yourself short as he gets a little deeper and closer to your sweet spot. You know if he gets it, you're in trouble. Still, you temper your reaction. Subdue it - but he can feel you clenching. He knows.

Taking a sip on your wine, you clock Hayun's eyes on you. Raise your brows. Smile, as you put your glass back down. Raise one of your hands in front of your mouth as you lean across to Jeongguk and whisper, "You ever do this with her?"

He turns to you. Is stern in his gaze. Pushes his index finger into you, too. Smirks as a soft groan catches in your throat, just for him to hear. "Never."

You nod. Smile. Are satisfied with his answer, and how he feels as his fingers begin to gently scissors inside you. The way you wanna moan for him is outrageous. Would do anything he asks of you right now.

"Good."

Jeongguk has done so much with you that he'd never dare of doing with anyone else. You've sparked something in him; started a fire that he doesn't think will ever burn out. It's almost like there's a star where his heart once was.

"What about you, DB?" Jimin calls across the table, getting you involved in his conversation. Hayun is sitting beside him, so you know that's exactly why he's doing it.

"Hm?" you hum for clarification, and Jeongguk doesn't even think about stopping what he's doing. Your chin rests in the palm of one of your hands, while the other goes to wrap around his wrist and give you a little bit of control - also makes it look like you're holding hands, but that's totally not what you want Hayun to think is happening.

He's gentle as strokes upwards. Moves only his fingers. Is as subtle as he can be.

"Playing would you rather," he explains. "Big honeymoon or big wedding?"

"Oh, honeymoon, for sure," you say. Look across to Jeongguk, and say, "You?"

His eyes are soft as he looks at you as if he isn't two knuckles deep inside you. "You said honeymoon?"

You nod.

He reciprocates.

"In that case," he faces Jimin again. Smiles. Brushes his thumb against your clit. "Honeymoon."

It's taking everything in you not to fucking fold.

You're so wet that you're pretty sure there must be indicators of your arousal on your dress, which mortifies you - but you need to leave. Need him alone.

"Gambit," you say beneath your breath, eyebrows knitting together as your body twists ever so slightly.

And he just fucking laughs. Admittedly, he does slow his fingers, which is ideal, then husks, "Gambit? Who the fuck taught you that?"

"Google," you reply, and he notices how breathless you seem to be. The eyes you're looking at him with are desperate. Repeat the chess term: "Gambit."

He nods. Pauses his movements completely. It's not 'chess', but he's understanding you need a breather.

"You wanna go, B?"

The way you nod - eyes all wide and pitiful, lips pouty and desperate for him - revokes any ability he has to be difficult.

"Okay, baby," he nods back. "Give me a couple of minutes, okay?"

Glancing down to his lap, you know exactly why he can't stand - and it's the exact same reason you hope you won't be able to stand properly come tomorrow morning. Slowly pulling his fingers from you, Jeongguk is careful. As hot as it was knowing he was inside you and nobody knew, the awareness of exactly what he was doing dawns on him. Would mortified if anyone realised. In fact, if they knew, he might just die.

His desire to work you up in front of other people has been a work in progress. Since that first time he teased you about fucking you right so that Jimin could learn pointers from him, it's grown and grown. There's something incredibly sordid about it. He doesn't even realise how fast his heart is beating. Thought he'd had control on the situation, but it was more like the situation had control on him.

Fingers wet, he keeps them on your thigh. Not really caring about your own mess, you put your hand over his. Intertwine your fingers. Are aware of how nasty and dirty it is - but it only makes you want him more.

You've both had a few too many drinks. Are both in the market to make some bad decisions.

And as you excuse yourselves from the table a couple of minutes later, Jeongguk's blazer over your shoulders, your arm wrapped around his waist, everyone knows exactly what's happening.

"Not on my bed!" Jimin calls after you both, as the rest of your friends joke and tease at your expense - as if they wouldn't do the same.

"Fuck off," Jeongguk yells right back, but is smiling as he does so. Presses a kiss to your hair. Whispers, "Ignore them."

"What?" you giggle. "Are we not gonna do it on his bed?"

"No, we're not," Jeongguk laughs right back. "Though now you mention it, when we're back home, we should probably rectify your lack of orgasms in his bedroom-"

"We are not fucking in his room."

" Sure ."

Truth be told, you'll fuck Jeongguk anywhere - especially when you're as desperate as you are now.

The pair of you haphazardly make your way back to the hanoks. There's not a second that goes by that isn't filled with laughter or mumbles of adoration. Occasionally, he'll pull you in for a kiss, and sometimes you'll do the same. It's all very sickening.

Above you, carefully planned by the happy couple for their big day, a full moon smiles down on you. Bathes you in her light. The skies are clear, stars abundant, yet none shine as brightly as the pair of you do.

When you reach your home for the night, Jeongguk wastes no time. Kicks off his shoes, and as you're getting rid of yours, he unhooks Hoseok's name from your door, and swaps it with his own.

"What?" he grins when you reprimand him. "It'll give him and Joon a chance to snuggle up."

"Jimin'll be a third wheel, again," you laugh pitifully.

"Maybe," Jeongguk nods, pulling around your waist to get you closer. Presses a teeny tiny kiss to your nose. "You have any idea how much I would have killed for the chance to snuggle up with you from the get-go? I'm doing them a favour."

"Oh, so you've always been obsessed?" You tease.

"Obsessed," he nods, and sinks down into a kiss. "Plus who knows - maybe Jimin will snuggle with them too. I hear polyamory is getting popular these days."

"Are you saying you wanna be poly?" you raise a brow, deliberately winding him up.

"Not a fuckin' chance," he grins. Keeps holding you tight as he guides you both to the room that now has both of your names on the door. He locks it as soon as you're inside, 'cause there's no way he isn't getting you naked tonight. "Never sharing. Too greedy." There's a tenderness to his hands as he cups our jaw. Pulls you in for a kiss, lips soft, tongue timid. As he pulls away, nose nudging again yours, he whispers, "I want to be with you, B. I don't care about the dates. Nothing will change between now and finishing them."

"If that's the case, there's no harm in waiting?" you toy with him a little, secretly in full agreement. You just like to wind him up a little too much for your own good.

"'Cause I don't wanna," he simply states. Pulls back a little and removes his touch from your skin. Hangs his head, chin to his chest. Shakes it. Looks at you once more, and you swear his eyes have never had such a gravitational pull to them before. You wanna drown in them; sink into his abyss. But then he frowns, and says, "I need to know that this what you want, 'cause if you turn around decide that you don't, I-"

The way he cuts himself off is painful.

"Gguk," you say, reaching for his hands. Pull him closer. "Hey?" you whisper, a hand on his cheek, aligning his gaze with yours. "I want you in any capacity you'll let me have you."

It's true. You want him as your lover, but you'll take him as your friend, if that's what he so desires. Feel honoured to know him. Think that perhaps he was put on this earth just for you.

"All of them," he whispers, nudging his nose against yours. There's a neediness to him now. Desperation. "Every capacity that exists. Every universe, every reincarnation, all of it. B, I want it all."

"You're right," you smile, pressing your lips up against his. "You are greedy."

"Told you so."

It's sweet, the way Jeongguk plonks himself down on one of the floor mattresses. Cute how he pouts, and reaches out for your hands. Adorable, even, when he gently pulls you onto his lap.

You're still in his blazer, so he pulls it open a little and dips his hand into the inside pocket. You'd noticed something in there earlier, but had just assumed it was a pen, or a lighter. It's his jacket after all, not yours.

Which is why you're so pleasantly surprised, all purry and pliant, when he pulls a tube of your liquid glitter from it.

"You wore less than normal today," he says. It isn't critical. Just an observation.

"Was worried it'd look weird in the photos," you admit. It was one of many reasons you chose to tone it down.

Watching with a fond smile as Jeongguk unscrews the cap, you say nothing. Just wait for him to hold the end of the wand by your face. Tilt your head ever so slightly so that he has access to your cheekbone.

"Would have looked pretty," he hums, as he begins to dab it against your skin. Smiles, when it begins to sparkle. Taps it out with his finger. Gets himself all glittery, too. Curls his finger and uses it to turn your chin and give him access to your other cheek. Repeats his steps. "The glitteriest girl."

Almost as if you're only just realising, you smile. "You really like the glitter, huh?"

The way Jeongguk nods, nibbling down on his bottom lip, looking at the glitter as he taps it out, has your heart beaming. "You know I do."

"Sometimes I forget," you smile a little cheekily, flirting with him for the sake of it.

Realigning your head, Jeongguk admires his handwork. Says, "Well, you shouldn't. I love it."

There's a silence between you both that is equal parts comfortable and terrifying. He could have just said he likes it. He chose to elevate the way he feels about your trivial little cosmetic choices. Deliberately, you think.

Are unaware that it was totally mindless. Uncalculated. Just a simple truth. He loves your glitter.

Nose nudging up against his, your body begins to move in a way that gets Jeongguk a little breathless. Glitter discarded to the side, his hands take command of your waist. Lets you take control of this moment, but is still very much an active participant.

Lips pressing down into his, you revel in the sensation of Jeongguk; how his stunted breaths feel against your cheek, exhaled through his nose, how with every press of his lips, his hands get tighter, too. There's something impressive about the tandem way in which his body works. He's forever aiming to please. Tries so hard.

And as you begin to grind against the bulge in his trousers, he's trying his best not just to give in and let you have him. Not for any reason. Just 'cause he always wants this to last as long as it possibly can.

While you'd normally agree, you're too needy to play the long game.

Reaching down for his belt, you're pleased that he lets you. Pleased when he pushes the blazer off your shoulders and down your arms. You shake it off, while he finishes unbuckling his belt.

"Sure?" he asks, just because he doesn't want you to regret not living up to the five-date rule.

"Positive," you nod, lips crashing against his as your hands clumsily race to unbutton his shirt. He reciprocates, pulling on the bows tied above your shoulders, letting your dress fall to reveal the barely-there underwear you're wearing. It's the dresses fault. You hadn't planned on looking so scandalous, but it was the only bra of yours that wouldn't show.

Mesh with a little lace detailing over your nipples, Jeongguk's never seen it before. Is always pleasantly surprised when he's greeted with a new way to find you unbearably sexy.

"God, I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he grits, not even realising he's saying it before he tugs the mesh down. His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking without hesitation. Your head is thrown back, the sensation so terribly missed. Hands in his hair, your body is his to devour.

Tongue swirling around your hardened bud, he truly is a new man because of you. Seldom days pass without thoughts of your tits, and how much he likes to suck on them. Something about it just gets him so hard. He knows he could probably work out some primal reason to do with fertility or whatever the fuck it is, but he doesn't care to. All he cares about is how much cock aches in his pants whenever he's got your nipples in his mouth.

"So good," you whine. "Fuck."

He switches sides, caressing your other nipple with his thumb to keep the pleasure going. He'd do this for hours, if you let him. Doesn't realise you totally would.

Humming a purr of pleasure as he sucks, Jeongguk lashes splay over his cheeks. He's so pretty when he's like this, you always think. So gorgeous when he's yours.

"Keep doing that, baby," you whine, and the sweetness of such a name makes him whine, too.

Pulling away for just a moment, Jeongguk dapples your chest in kisses as he presses your tits together. Manipulates them to get your nipples as close together as he possibly can - then wraps his lips around them both.

The curse you let out is euphoric. Has him smiling.

His tongue is wet as he licks across your nipples, head darting from side to side. He keeps your tits pressed close together and builds his speed. Doesn't ease up, but occasionally he does dip forward ward to suck on one of your nipples quickly.

It's as he's doing this that you get to work on his trouser buttons, desperate to do the exact same thing to his cock.

Pulling away, you strip yourself of your dress as Jeongguk rids himself of his clothes. It's frantic in a way that you haven't known for quite some time. Desperate. Pathetic.

And yet as you're greeted with the sight of his swollen cock, all big and engorged, leaking at the tip from how badly he wants to be inside you, you pause. Let the breathlessness of your chest heave as you get into position between his legs.

Slow as you sink into a feline pose, one of your hands instantly wraps around the base of his thick cock. "I've missed this so much."

Jeongguk grunts. "It's missed-" your tongue runs up his shaft. "Oh, fuck."

Words are difficult for him to form as you take his cock in your mouth. Just like him, you're not wasting any precious time. All you want is to make him feel good - and as your mouth wets him, tongue caressing, hand tight around his base, he knows he'll never love another pair of lips more (though your pussy is a close second (or joint first ( undoubtedly joint first))).

"Fuck," he grits as his hand tangles in the back of your hair, pushing you a little further onto his cock. There's something about this loss of autonomy that gets you wild. Makes you wanna submit to each and every one of his commands - and so you sink down even deeper than he's making you. Indicating permission for him to be rougher - but instead, grip still at the base of your hair, he pulls your back. Is unbelievably turned on by the breathlessness of you, pouty lips covered in spit, desperate to be around his cock.

It only serves to make you fucking drip when you realise he's panting too. "Need a chess gesture," he husks. Wants to be rough, but you're both drunk. Doesn't think it's the right time. "Can't say it when you're giving head."

"I'll just hit your leg, or something," you tell him, not giving a fuck and dipping back down to take him again - but his grip on your hair says otherwise.

"Uh-uh," he grunts, using the grip to pull you up again. There's something so innately dominant about it that makes you whine. He pulls you further upwards, dropping a hand to your waist to help his agenda. Gets you on his lap. His tongue in your mouth. His grunts in your throat. His heart in your chest. "I've missed this so much. You know how many times I've watched those videos?"

You know the ones he's talking about; the one filmed together in moments of lewdness. Moments that would look tame compared to how animalistic you both are now.

"Tell me," you pant, as you begin to grind against him, desperately hoping he'll choose to push up inside you.

"On repeat," he whispers against your throat, nipping it with his teeth. "Watched them on fuckin repeat, B."

"Yeah?" You purr. "You like watching me play with myself?"

"You know I fuckin' do."

"It makes you cum?" You ask, as if it even needs an answer. You just like it when he gets all chatty. Have missed how loose his lips get when the blood rushes from his brain to his balls.

" You make me cum," he grunts, all dignity evading him. Swears down he wouldn't even get close to an orgasm if it wasn't you in those damn videos. "I watch you , and I think about how you feel, how you taste. How you smell. Fuck. I see you like that, and it makes me wanna see it in motion all over again. 3D. Off-screen. Videos are good, but fuck ."

"This is better?" You softly whine as you finally sink down onto his cock, unprotected, and frankly without a fuck to give.

"You really do ask some stupid fuckin' questions," he smirks. Presses his lips into yours. Is rough. Doesn't care for perfection. Pushes deeper into you, and revels at the way your body stretches for him, the whine in your throat an indicator of just how badly you've needed this. "Normally so smart when you're on my cock, arent you? Huh? What's got you so dumb today, baby?"

Does he really expect you to form cognitive thoughts when his thick cock is stretching you out for the first time in forever? He must be mad.

"You," is all you manage to husk before his lips crash down onto yours, hips pulsing into a rhythm that has you moaning into his mouth. "Gguk-"

"That's it, baby," he whines. "Taking me so well."

There's an undeniable chemistry between you both; an acknowledgement that sex has never been like this with anyone else. That if you lose this, you'll never find it anywhere else. Jeongguk knows it just as damn well as you do. Refuses to let that ever be a reality.

His eyes drop to where your bodies meet, his thick shaft pushing into your swollen pussy. Finds himself breathless. Swallowing. Groaning, "Tell me how it feels."

He needs confirmation that you're going out of your mind like he is - and of course you are. It's the whole reason you can barely speak.

"So good," you gasp out. "Making me feel so good."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yeah," you nod helplessly, brows furrowed, mouth ajar. There's a beauty to the way you bounce on his cock, and how the rest of your body moves too. Jeongguk thinks you should be in one of those red-light district shows in Amsterdam. Knows he'd pay an insane amount of money to watch you have sex - but the fact he gets to fuck you? For free? Ain't no way he'll ever take it for granted. Brushes his thumb against your clit and squeezes at your chest. He wants you to know how much he desires every single part of you. "Fuck, Gguk."

"Shush, shush, shush," he hushes you fondly, covering your mouth with his hand, pulling your chest down to his. Your hair cascades around his face, and he's glad for it. Wants to suffocate in everything you are. "Too loud, gorgeous."

"Thought you wanted people to know?"

"I want them to know I make you moan," he teases, uncertain of when your friends will head back, too. "Don't want them to know how you moan."

He's got a funny way of showing it as his arm wraps around your back to hold you in place as his hips begin to pulse up into you at such a speed you can't help but whine. His spare hand claps your wrists and holds them behind your back, too, rendering you at his complete mercy.

"Shhh," he coos, as if you can stop.

The only option is to bite down on his shoulder - and he finds that it only serves to turn him on even more.

"Good girl, baby," he praises. "Keep it quiet."

"Fuck you," you pant, but have to bite down again immediately with the way his hips thrash against yours. He's deliberately making this hard for you. Enjoys the way you can barely contain how he makes you feel.

There's a silkiness to the way he fucks you, his cock fitting you perfectly. The warmth of your walls and the pace of his hips creates a sensation that could never be matched. Will never be matched.

Turning your head to the side, you press kisses up his neck, barely able to control your whines. He tilts his head to meet yours, and kisses you without reservation. Is utterly consumed. The weight of your body on top of his is so comforting, and yet the sensation of your hot walls tightening around him is insanely sexy. You make him feel a dozen different emotions with each passing second. It's overwhelming. Unbearable. Too good to ever stop.

"Babe," you whimper as a familiar sensation begins to make itself known.

"I know," he nods. "Me, too. Oh God, you're so fucking good, baby."

You shake your head. You don't think he does know. Use all your core strength to sit up. He lets you without hesitation, and drops his grip. Knows you're gonna do whatever you need to do to make this good for yourself - and you start rubbing against yourself with more speed than he thinks he's ever seen, he realises what you meant.

There's a soft whine reserved for moments like these; that only come with orgasms like this one. Jeongguk wants to bottle them up. Save them forever. Instead, just has to drink them in, and watch on as the most beautiful, outrageous display of sensuality he's ever seen takes place right in front of him.

"Oh, fuck," he curses. Nods. Encourages. "All over me, baby. C'mon, Byeol. You know how I like it. Squirt for me."

His hips pick up the pace. He knows you need it. Knows that it only happens when you're overwhelmed by pleasure, and needs it more than he needs his own orgasm. Isn't even thinking about it.

The way you're whining, all breathless and pathetic, is like music to his ears. Spanking against your clit, you feel a numbness in your arms. The control you have is waning, the state of pleasure simply too much. It shoots from your toes to your tummy, and then there's nothing you can do except let the onslaught of your pleasure gush around his shaft.

"That's it," he encourages, still pulsing his hips for you. "Yeah, you got it, baby. That's it- fuck ."

Whimpering as you soak him, you can barely manage to get a word out, but manage to stutter, "Inside. Inside ."

He doesn't need telling twice. Waits until he can't take the clenching of your walls any longer, but can't wait it out entirely. Groans as his cock pumps into your pussy, coating your walls with his thick, hot, cum. The way his whines, eyes closed, back arching, chest stuttering is pathetic. Lewd. Gorgeous.

Collapsing down onto his chest, you can't speak. Nor can he. Are in a mutual state of fucked fucked out bliss. You're breathing far too heavily. It's a miracle you can breathe at all.

One of his hands lazily comes to rub up and down your back. Though he doesn't utter a word, you know that he's feeling the exact same way you are.

Soft in how he touches you, Jeongguk presses a kiss into your hair. Rubs a flat palm over his face. Exhales the deepest breath known to man, and eventually says, "I'm never going that long without fucking you ever again."

You laugh now, still breathless. "Almost forgot how good it was."

"Liar," he smiles, and presses a kiss to your bare shoulder, now. "The way we fuck, B... You don't forget shit like that."

Turning your head, you press a sweet kiss into his lips and ignore the uncomfortable dampness between you both.

The world is always quiet in the comedown of sex with Jeongguk. It's like there's an emptiness, for nothing will ever compare. You're not sure if it's a lifetime or mere minutes before you both eventually get up. A shower is needed and your friends are yet to head to bed, so you're in the clear. Shower together in one of the two shared bathrooms amongst you all. Jeongguk holds you constantly. Washes you. Kisses you endlessly. Treats you with such adoration you don't think you'll ever be able to convince anyone you're 'just friends'.

Tucked in the corners of the Hanok, the journey to your room from the bathroom is only six or seven steps. Wrapped in fluffy white towels - packed by Jeongguk, of course - you're both in a state of bliss as you begin to walk to your room. It'd be perfection, if the grating voice of a little shit who loves being proven right didn't start cackling.

"Hello, lovers," Jimin beams.

"Oh, fuck," you say in unison.

Thing is, it's not just Jimin.

It's everyone .

Jeongguk does not have the capacity to deal with any of them. Hurries you into your room.

"Get fucked, Jimin," he calls back, the sound of his housemate's laughter echoing into the night.

"I'd tell you the same," Jimin yells back with absolute joy as the door slams behind Jeongguk. "But I'm pretty sure you already have!"

[kang-islah]

Menjaganya

Bagaimana cara menjaga seseorang yang akan menjadi pasangan kita nanti? Sedangkan kita tidak tahu siapa dia, yang mungkin entah berantah belum kenal sama sekali orangnya, atau juga mungkin ternyata orang itu ada disekitar kita — orang yang telah lama mengenal kita. Jangan-jangan, orang yang akan kita cintai nanti bukan orang yang baik, yang tidak bisa menjaga ucapannya, yang senang berkhianat, yang tidak bisa menjaga dirinya sendiri. Bagaimana mungkin orang seperti itu bisa menjaga pasangannya? Sedangkan diri sendiri saja tidak ia jaga.

Bagaimana cara menjaga seseorang yang akan menjadi pasangan kita nanti? Disuatu sisi kita berusaha mati-matian untuk menjaga diri dan hati, menjaga pergaulan dengan lawan jenis, menjaga pemahaman baik yang kita pegang teguh, juga menjaga amalan-amalan rutin yang Nabi Muhammad ajarkan. Jangan-jangan, seseorang yang akan menjadi pasangan kita nanti malah asyik main perempuan, yang asyik berjudi, yang enggan shalat, yang tidak mengaji, yang tidak patuh pada orang tuanya. Bagaimana mungkin orang seperti itu bisa menjaga kita? Sedangkan, ketaatan pada agamanya tidak Ia jaga. Bagaimana mungkin bisa bersamanya ke surga, sedangkan amalannya malah lebih dekat ke neraka.

Bagaimana cara menjaga seseorang yang akan menjadi pasangan kita nanti? Saat ini kita selalu berusaha untuk menghindari dari hubungan-hubungan yang tidak baik. Menjaga pandangan dan perkataan, menjaga aurat dan perasaan. Jangan-jangan yang menjadi jodoh kita malah menjalin hubungan yang tidak semestinya, yang pacaran, yang senang berzina, yang mengobral kata-kata cinta kepada sesorang yang bukan siapa-siapanya, yang senang jalan-jalan berduaan tanpa ada malunya, yang telponan dan chat yang tiada hentinya. Bagaimana mana mungkin orang seperti itu bisa menjaga hati kita? Sedangkan, sebelum halal saja sudah berani macam-macam. Walaupun sudah menikah nanti, sangat potensial untuk mengulangi hal yang sama dengan orang lain tanpa sepengetahuan kita.

Dunia selalu memberikan gambaran yang berbeda dari anganku, dari harapanku, dari agama yang diyakiniku. Aku takut dengan semuanya. Takut akan pengkhianatan, takut tidak bertanggung jawab, dan takut akan orang-orang yang tidak berlaku baik dalam hidupku nantinya.

Bagaimana cara menjaga seseorang yang akan menjadi pasangan kita nanti? Dan kini, aku lebih memilih dengan cara mendoakannya, tidak lelah dan tiada henti menjaga diri dan hati. Sebab Allah-lah yang berjanji.

الْخَبِيثَاتُ لِلْخَبِيثِينَ وَالْخَبِيثُونَ لِلْخَبِيثَاتِ ۖ وَالطَّيِّبَاتُ لِلطَّيِّبِينَ وَالطَّيِّبُونَ لِلطَّيِّبَاتِ ۚ

Perempuan-perempuan yang keji untuk laki-laki yang keji, dan laki-laki yang keji untuk perempuan-perempuan yang keji (pula), sedangkan perempuan-perempuan yang baik untuk laki-laki yang baik, dan laki-laki yang baik untuk perempuan-perempuan yang baik (pula). (QS. An-Nur :26)

Dengan ayat ini, semoga kekhawatiranku mereda. Aamiin.

Kang Islah I Ditulis Tahun 2019

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𝟐𝒌 ⤾蝶🦋 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒

the day finally here and it's time to celebrate because we arrive in my one of the greatest destination / milestone in my tumblr journey. drum roll pls. i now met a two thousand (2k) dearest lovely nabis.✨me being so happy, cheering and dancing w tripleS LOVElution! it's a celebration,yet to break from my playful happy moments and be back a serious mode for a few seconds. thank u so much for all the support, even i'm not a friendly vocal blog like others, you guys never left me and show support on your own way. this slow progress is a big deal with me because i never thought i'll reach this far. i was like, 1k is enough at first but now we able to double it and it's a special gift that i would ever never received without you dearest butterflies. once again, tysm and ily all! 🤍

special thanks to : @dubuyunniechi @wiotas @y2qi @interstellarz @koosuvi @2592 @jenfaery @yunjios @raeceah @hazelnut-affogato @gun-wook @ecojinri @alfaire @chaey2k @y-ves @webzzo @w-eons @w-oun @h-ao @yeritos @jaes1lvr @gunw-ook @menhpy @iluvrei @i-jiwon @eunaray @tookio @dewyrka @i04rei @i07swan @flwzai @i4sullyoon @k-yujin @jeonzio @sugiieop @starmio-deactivated20230830 (😟) @yunjidoll @sakkurada @minguukie @sseulr1n @gigittamic @isamiracle @tzulipss @tyunlouv @tozak-i @baesol @y-unjins @v6mpcat @dollienini @wonflirtz (might forgot someone, i have a dory brain so apologies, also sadly reach my tag limits)

vip people i sometimes chat with and other who quietly sweetly leaving notes- that so often and i never failed to notice, want you to know that i do appreciate each one of you guys, so so much. some are a inspo, didn't have a chance to chat or interact yet, hopefully one day we able to get closer. they are all the kindest and sweetest to make sure to follow if your still not.

ps. a event is coming to celebrate this milestone. hope to see you fam join! sending hearts to everyone 🤍✨

[solarhysm]

DUST OF US CHAPTER 09 NOW ON KO-FI!!!

YOU CAN READ IT HERE: LINK

And here's a little sneak peak for my only tumblr readers (hehehe)

“You’re right.” Jungkook pinches his lips together. “I’m a fucking loser who runs from his problems.”

But he wants to fix that.

“I’m telling Hina the truth tomorrow morning. I’ll pay for her return ticket,” Jungkook says. “And then… And then….” He swallows hardly before hiding his face in his hands. “Fuck, Nabi is going to hate me.”

“You don’t know that,” Jimin says, trying to comfort him.

“No… I know it. She told me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I can only blame myself. Fuck… I feel like the day she left me.”

Jimin sighs and looks down at his beer.

I didn't know what i wanted to share without spoiling everything because this chapter is... angsty. So the sneak peak is really tiny -not like the previous ones. and i think the next one will have a tiny SP too. ALSO i'll post the bonus part of chapter 08 here on tumblr tomorrow. (i cant wait to read your asks lmao)

DUST OF US MASTERLIST

and join our discord server for updates or simply talk with me about DOU !

[nabipalsueradigital]

Dj-ibreel Buka Podcast, Nabi Review Neraka

“Welcome to Langit-Langit Imajinasi,

gue Jibril, malaikat senior,

pernah magang wahyu, sekarang full-time content creator.”

Intro-nya beat lo-fi ayat suci dibalik,

plus suara azan dijadikan ambient loop.

“Gue udah liat surga,

udah bantu ngantar surat-surat cinta Tuhan.

Tapi hari ini kita ngomongin tempat yang underrated:

neraka.”

cue suara terbakar dan suara ketawa Iblis yang di-auto-tune

Nabi datang sebagai tamu:

baju putih, sendal swallow, kopi arab di tangan.

“Gue udah tur neraka semalam.

Trip-nya intense, bro. Gak ada wifi.

Cuma panas, dosa, dan orang-orang nyesel kayak abis invest di koin haram.”

Jibril tanya, “Bintang berapa nih lo kasih?”

Nabi sedot kopinya, jawab pelan:

“Secara fasilitas, 2/10.

Banyak asap, kurang ventilasi.

Tapi buat perenungan batin?

Solid 9. Lo masuk, langsung inget semua chat yang harusnya gak lo kirim.”

Mereka bahas segmen-segmen:

Blok A: Influencer palsu, disuruh bikin konten tiap hari

pakai ring light dari api.

Hastag-nya: #Panassih #SponsoredByAzab

Blok B: Koruptor diputar terus video CCTV-nya,

kayak live streaming dosa 24/7.

"Bro, itu lebih serem dari audit KPK."

Blok C: Orang yang ghosting balasannya dighosting balik

oleh malaikat maut.

Nunggu dipanggil, gak pernah dipanggil.

Jibril ngakak:

“Anjir, gue kirain cuma manusia yang petty.”

Nabi senyum:

“Bro, Tuhan juga seniman. Kadang Dia bikin satire.”

Episode tutup pakai QnA:

ada pendengar nanya,

“Bang Jib, dosa mana yang paling berat?”

Jawabnya:

“Yang lo tahu dosa, tapi lo bilang 'gakpapa deh, sekali ini aja’

dan lo ngomong gitu tiap minggu.”

Outro-nya pake remix Surah Al-Ikhlas,

featuring beats dari langit ke-3.

“Jangan lupa subscribe,

follow biar lo gak nyasar ke jalan yang terlalu terang atau terlalu gelap.

Sampai jumpa di episode selanjutnya:

‘Wahyu Terakhir dan Kenapa Manusia Masih Bingung.’”

[hearts-4-vicky]

is nabi alive cuz shawty dropped the fic nd dipped😭but on a real note, hope she’s doing alright 🫶🏻

i think nabi might js be busier this week … ill let her know u guys miss her when i check up on her 🫡

[lgcmanager]

NOVA IUVENTA 002 (CHAPTER 5: OUROBOROS)

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

MAIN CAST:

SON NABI

WATANABE MIYU

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

LEAD CAST:

KIM NAYOUNG

KWON SENA

SEO MINSEO

YU MILAN

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

SUPPORT CAST:

BAE SOJIN

CHA SANGWON

HAN ROWON

NAM GYURI

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

GUEST CAST:

BAE NATHAN

CHAE RUA

CHO MINKYU

HAN NOEUL

ITO MIO

LEE HYUNSOO

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

CHAPTER 5: OUROBOROS

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

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

SYNOPSIS

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

PART 1: ACCENDIO - NABI POV

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL

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

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

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

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL

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

SCENE: NABI'S WALK TO SCHOOL

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

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

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

PART 2: MY WORLD - MIYU POV

SCENE: MIYU'S HOME CAST: ITO MIO

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

PART 3: MOTTO - NABI x MIYU

SCENE: CAFETERIA

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

PART 4: YOYO & TRAMPOLINE - NABI x MIYU

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

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

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

SCENE: SCHOOL YARD CAST : BAE SOJIN, HAN NOEUL

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

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

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

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

PART 6 RIGHT NOW - NOVA

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

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

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

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

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

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

PREPARATION

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

REQUIREMENTS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hpiiker]

Hii! I literally live and breathe your Hasan works lmao.

Can i request girldad!Hasan HCs. I fear he's so girl dad coded

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girl dad!hasan headcanon.

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— oh he’s 10000000% spoiling her

— he definitely woken up to million times with makeup on his hands and face, painted nails and mum’s expensive face mask once… oh the kid didn’t get in trouble, hasan did though 💀

— “oh jesus, what the hell are you doing? " hasan said repeatedly at her when she walked over with her lipstick, he’s dredging it but loving it at the same time😭

— his little girl is alway sitting next to her, matter of fact she loves being on camera!!

— hasan has always gives his daughter space to grow. there were many time when she didn't want to be on camera, and then there was other days where she was begging to be on camera.

— it's all about time, space and growth for the kid!!!

— this man is such a lover boy about his daughter, him being just as excited with losing her first tooth and giving it away to the tooth fairy, letting his daughter take over on the mic to talk to chat😭

— i just know that kid is just like his dad, bossy and to the point!!

— i can imagine where hasan is letting his daughter talk to chat for a good 5 minutes. she obviously realises that chat is moving waaaaay too fast for her liking...

— "daaaaad, slow down chat. i can't read that quickly???" she playfully rolled her eyes at him, HASAN IS IN SHOCK LMFAOOOO

— "where are your manners, little lady??" hasan talks back firmly. "i know i have them, but i didn't want to use them" hasan forgot how sassy 6 years old can be...

— "hun, i think you forgot who her attitude comes from again... you babe! 🫵🏼" you butted into the convo, from the kitchen! hasan isn't winning here well, but he didn't care.

— after all that commotion happened, he instantly wrapped his muscular arms around his daughter's waist, peppering the sides and back of her head in kisses, causing her to giggle like mad <33

— hasan thinks to himself and realises how happy and sappy he is, ever since his daughter came into this world!!!

— hasan is 10000000% sitting there in awe, his daughter still standing on his lap, his large, broad hands fingers running through his daughter's hair 🥹

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[leejenowrld]

Ngl before you answered my ask abt the outfit, I tried to give your description of it to chat gpt...it didn't turn out good AT ALL😭 (his fault, not yours) I tried to imagine it on my head but I felt like I was missing something. Thank you for your answer

haha it’s fine 😭😭 i’ll try to help you visualise it!

the main piece is the bralette. in my head nabi has these big delicious boobs (and ass) so yeah!!! the color is black and crimson, and the neckline is low cut and plunging (basically her girlies are out) it’s see through too so you can probably see the outline of her nipples. that’s why jeno was staring when she got onto his lap (fun fact, she has a nipple piercing! and a belly button piercing) without the cover up she wore, she’s backless, there’s a thin strap that loops over her shoulders and meets at the base of her back. the top part isn’t connected to the bottom part, the bottom is a really delicate, lace, black thong. the material being very thin. it’s high waisted and goes high on her ass. her ass and thighs are very much out. and then stockings, over the knee black stockings. she also puts glimmer and shine all over her body (you know those glitter products you can get) and she puts it over her thong (hard to do since there’s barely any material) and her stockings. she always gets it over jeno too.

she also wore a sheer cover on top but it was sheer. girly it was hiding nothing! i’d say she kept her hair natural, light waves or slick black straight. and her makeup is the mix between heavy glam and soft glam.

[bbygyuwu]

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