#Fic: gohd

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Girl Of His Dreams (04)

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 9.5K

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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The coffee has gone cold.

Not that you're aware of it though. All you have been doing for the past fifteen minutes is to stare intently into the cup and sighing occassionally. A few baristas have looked at you with worry and sympathy but again that's also something you remain oblivious to. 

You don't know what to do; a thought you have found yourself thinking quite often in the recent days. Why, for the love of god, do emotions have to be so damn complicated? Why can't they be simple and allow you to live peacefully? Why must you always feel the exact opposite of what you want to feel? 

The sole reason you put up with the idea of the ring is because you wanted to feel accepted, loved, seen and appreciated without having to go out of your way to prove to people that you are deserving of it. You did not consider the possibility of people talking about Jungkook taking an interest in you. It had slipped your mind that the ring is only going to fool Jungkook, not the other hundreds of people you will walk past on a regular basis. 

You could almost hear what they were saying. Her? Of all people her? Has he run out of girls? Maybe Jungkook wants to try something different. 

The whispers and not so subtle looks were too much for you to sit there and go through your class. Hence, you did what your panic filled mind asked you to; you left. Some might call it running away from your problems but you never claimed to be courageous enough to face your challenges with a firm grip. 

On your way to the cafe, while ordering your cup of coffee, while mindlessly staring at the liquid, you have been entertaining a question repeatedly; should you just remove the ring? 

It sounds simple. Then you can go back to your little hole and never worry about the things that you're worrying about now. It would be comfortable because you know what it feels like. This, however, is extremely unknown to you. 

The only thing that is stopping you from removing the ring right at this very moment is the image you had built in your mind as to what putting the ring to use would be like. What if you let go of things too soon? What if being patient is the key and you could have your one month of living like the person you have always wanted to be? 

Your thoughts are put to a halt by someone pulling the chair right across you. You look up and are fairly surprised when you find that person to be Brie. 

"What are you doing here?" The question leaves your mouth without a second thought. 

"I don't know myself," she shrugs. 

You frown and check the time on your watch which only confirms what you already knew. "Isn't a class going on right now?"

She hums, "That it is." 

You quirk a brow at her suspiciously, wanting to know the exact reason why she's here and not in the class, she so obviously had intended to attend. 

Brie squints at you for the look you're giving her but then complies. "I was looking for you, cause I was worried."

Oh. 

Well that's sweet. 

But, "how did you find out where I was?" 

"Bitch, you have your snapchat location on, which conveniently makes it easier for anyone on your friend list to find out where you're."

Ah right, snapchat location. 

You sigh and get a little comfortable in your seat, knowing that the whole blank staring thing isn't gonna work anymore. 

Brie only waits till she places the order for a cappuccino. Then she angles her body towards you in such a way that lets you know, for the next few moments you will be on the receiving end of all her attention. 

"So," she begins, "what is going on?" 

A lot. You want to just let all of it out and get it off your chest. Having someone who knows about everything that you're going through is honestly a blessing. But you resist yourself from spilling everything out, remembering that she too is someone who most likely finds that Jungkook showing interest in you is simply absurd. You remember the way she looked at you on discovering that you and Jungkook were going on a date. Although you do not fault her for having that reaction, admittedly her being a friend of yours, makes it a little bit disheartening to think that she too views you that way. 

"I honestly don't know what's going on either," you chuckle, the sound coming out empty and sad. "All I know is that I'm the one to be blamed for it."

She frowns at how tired you look. She's not quite sure what's going on but by the looks of it, something's troubling you and whatever it is, you're apparently blaming yourself for it. "You shouldn't say things like that. We all mess up, doesn't mean you have to point fingers at yourself."

You cannot not point fingers at yourself though. You were the one who went ahead with the ring–

Right. You still need to figure out whether you want to continue wearing the ring. Quickly figuring out that even though you might not be up for spilling every single detail to her, you can still take her insight on what you should do. That'd be the best. It would help you stop running in circles. 

"Brie, what would you do if you were to learn that love potions exist? Would you use them?"

Brie looks at you funny, wondering why you would ask a question about fictional things out of the blue. Nevertheless, she's not one to overthink things, if asked a question, she is definitely going to give an honest answer. 

"I'd definitely use them," she nods, very sure of her words. 

"You would?" Your eyes widen, mildly surprised at how quick her answer was. 

"Yeah, I definitely would. On Henry Cavill," a bashful, dreamy smile appears on her face as she gets lost in the world of her dreams. "He can be my personal superman."

Ah, that way. 

"No, no, no," you shake your head. "I mean would you use them on real life people?"

Brie looks disappointed for a split second for having to come out of the world where she's happily married to Henry Cavill. "What do you think Henry Cavill is?"

"No, but like real people. People you know in real life."

Brie wants to argue that she knows of Henry in real life and not from some animated world but keeps it to herself when she realises that for some reason you're really eager to hear her opinions and answers. 

"If it's about people I know personally, I think it would depend on the who and the why."

"Elaborate," you prod without missing a beat. 

"Nah, you elaborate on what scenario you want me to consider–", it's then that her coffee arrives. Thanking the barista, she takes a sip from her cup before continuing, "–technically there are an infinite number of scenarios I could consider for this hypothetical situation."

"What if you want to use the love potion on someone because you think that will make you feel better? Would you actually end up doing it?" 

"In what ways is it supposed to make you feel better? Like an unrequited love–"

"Better about yourself," you cut her off, finding your anxiousness getting the better of you. "Someone giving you that amount of love and affection would make you feel good about yourself. That is why you want to use the love potion."

"Hmm," a thoughtful look appears on Brie's face. "Validation you mean?"

Validation. Is that what you want? You just for once want to feel like you're worthy of the things you have always wanted. Is that validation? 

You're not quite sure. 

"Let's call it that for the time being," you suggest, now taking a sip from your coffee. You grimace when the liquid meets your tongue, finding the temperature just odd. It's neither warm nor cold. It tastes like water. 

"In that case–" she leans forward and rests her palms on the table "–no, I won't use the love potion."

You slouch in relief when you hear her words, finally having an answer. 

You had expected yourself to feel disappointed if the answer were to be in the negative. But surprisingly, you're not. It feels right. Maybe somehow you have always known that this isn't the right thing to do and have only wanted someone to confirm it. 

"But that doesn't mean, someone else won't do it," Brie comments after a little pause. 

Your relaxation disappears slightly. You had thought that was it, that no is the answer. However, now that she seems to be continuing from where she left, you once again are on edge. 

"What do you mean?"

She takes a deep breath, "I have done that thing where you look for validation from other people and I know I wouldn't do that ever again. But that doesn't mean someone else wouldn't."

"Everyone at some point or the other, has seeked validation. Now how they seek validation can vary vastly but that doesn't mean they're in the wrong, it only makes them human."

"You're confusing me," you say with confusion written all over your face. 

"Let me put it this way, if I were to read a story about someone using love potion to feel better about themselves, I'd most likely feel sympathy. Can you imagine how lonely and desperate they might have been, to do that?" 

For some unknown reason, those words cause a spark of something to ignite inside you. "What about the consequences? What about the fact that they would be using a person, fooling a person all for the sake of feeling better about themselves? Isn't that incredibly selfish?" 

"Woah, woah, woah," she looks taken aback and then chuckles softly at how riled up you look about this. "Why do you hate this character so much that you simply can't stand the idea of them using love potion?" 

Brie asks the question jokingly, not really meaning it but it hits you for some reason. Why do you hate this character so much? Why do you hate yourself so much? 

"Listen," she begins after another sip of her coffee, "my stance is simple, using love potion on someone is selfish but it's only the lack of love that makes us selfish." 

"I'm not condoning the use of love potion but I wouldn't hate a character for doing it, I'd probably only hope that they realise they didn't need to use it to feel better about themselves."

"Plus, who knows, maybe using the love potion is what would make them realise later in the story that someone else cannot make them feel good about themselves."

You could scream.

For so long you have been feeling this constant sense of guilt and shame for doing something so low. You have only run away from acknowledging it so that you can keep wearing the ring. Maybe all you needed was someone to shame you even further and scream at you for how selfish you are, for you to snap and admit to yourself how shameless and selfish you actually are. You wanted someone to tell you the things you have already been thinking and feeling about yourself for you to return the ring. 

However, you were not expecting compassion. You were not expecting words that are said with you in consideration. Her words were not spoken out of judgement rather out of understanding and sympathy.

You don't miss Brie's words about how one must be incredibly lonely and desperate. Desperate, you are. But lonely? 

If someone were to ask you even a minute ago, you'd say you're not. You're happy with the two-three friends you have. However, Brie's words seem to have thrown light to a part of you that's always been in the dark. Now, you feel as if someone's pointed out something that's always been there but you are only ever noticing it now. 

It makes you feel an overwhelming sense of emotion that makes you want to cry because you feel seen but at the same time confused. 

You close your eyes briefly to calm yourself down and will yourself not to let the tears out.

Nodding, you let go of the breath you were holding. "Thank you for indulging in this weird topic of conversation with me," you mean what you say, you might be still just as indecisive but you appreciate it so much that she was this willing to answer your weird set of questions. 

"You're welcome, it was fun," she replies. "But now if we are done with that, care to share what had you so stressed that you had to leave the class like that?"

The question has your insides twisting. But for some reason, you do not find yourself hesitating as much as before. Maybe it's the previous conversation that has opened you up enough to tell her why exactly you ran. 

"I didn't like how everyone was looking at me and whispering amongst themselves," you fixate your eyes on the table surface and refuse to look up. "I know they were talking about the picture and that just made me extremely uncomfortable."

"That makes sense," Brie muses, understanding that people repeatedly glancing at you and whispering while they are at it, cannot be a very nice feeling. "Although, it's none of their business, I can understand why they might be curious. Because you see, you and Jungkook are quite a surprise."  

You close your eyes when you hear her words. You really could do without the confirmation of what you already know. 

"I mean Jungkook is such a piece of shit and then you're, you."

Uhhhhhhhh. 

Did you hear that right? 

"What is that supposed to mean?" 

For a brief moment, it's almost as if Brie is surprised that you don't already know what she means. But then she entertains the thought that maybe you don't know Jungkook that well. Or maybe, you're viewing him through rose coloured glasses. Afterall, she doesn't know how deep you're in, for him.

"Jungkook is…shallow," she speaks after a few moments of trying to find the right words. "But you're, you. You're quite the opposite, you feel deeply. You take things seriously while Jungkook is very fickle minded. Simply put, you deserve someone better than him."

You feel perplexed. There is no other way to put it. 

Could that be the reason why she looked at you the way she did upon finding out that you were going on a date with Jungkook? Because she believes that you deserve better? 

But then how come she even believes that you are worthy of the better? 

Gosh, all of this is too hard to believe. 

You have half a mind to ask her how she can be so sure that Jungkook is shallow. Is she duducing it simply from the fact that he's a bit of a player? But then you decide otherwise knowing you don't want to make things even more confusing for yourself. Plus, Brie isn't someone who bad mouths or passes opinions about people for the sake of it. If she's saying something about Jungkook there must be some reason behind it. What is it, you're not quite sure you want to know. 

For a very brief moment you think back to your first date and how Jungkook didn't think it was disrespectful towards you that the waitress left her number with a note like that. Even if he did, he didn't say anything. 

Pushing the thought aside, you focus back on the present. "I honestly don't know him that well."

Brie's question about how far the both of you are, into the whole dating thing is answered. "That's fine, I just hope you don't learn about his shallowness the hard way. Stay a bit wary of him and don't trust him too soon."

You know Brie's words are well meant. She genuinely seems worried about it and it somehow warms your heart. "I'll try to keep your words in mind." 

She nods and smiles at you in approval. The silence that falls upon the both of you, urges you to get done with something you know you should have done much sooner. 

"I'm sorry, by the way," not beating around the bush, you speak in a sincere tone. You notice the way Brie looks confused at your apology and clarify, "I should not have snapped at you last day–", Brie's confused look only deepens, "–when you were asking me about the date with Jungkook."

Brie's look of confusion finally disappears but she waves off your words with a flick of her hand. "That's nothing worth apologising for. You looked stressed, I should have taken the hint."

"Still, that was wrong of me, I do owe you an apology."

"Apology accepted," she huffs at your words and shoots you a thumbs up. "Now are we attending the next class or do we need some more sad girl hours?"

Your lips lift up involuntarily and even though you're not sure if you're ready to go to class just yet, you feel like you have some support. It makes you feel like you'll be fine even if you were to get weird looks from people. 

"Let's go," you suggest. You take a look at your watch and your eyes widen when you notice the time. "We only have ten minutes till the next class begins."

She isn't bothered, as she leans further into her chair. "That means we still have like twenty minutes to chill." 

Her words cause you to snort but you're not surprised considering it's Brie. Sighing, you too lean back. 

Twenty more minutes, it is. 

You have come to a decision.

Fascinatingly enough, in the course of the last few days, Brie's words kept ringing in your head. The more you replayed her words in your mind, the more you were getting this undeniable urge and it was that little chit chat with her from that morning that prompted you to come to your decision. 

The decision wasn't that hard to make, honestly. It's just that a part of you kept overthinking if it were the right choice. But somehow you only found yourself leaning towards the option you now have decided to stick to. 

You will remove the ring. 

You simply couldn't get over the amount of relief you felt when Brie's words had briefly made you come to the conclusion that you should remove the ring. The way your shoulders felt lifted at the thought of not having to constantly battle yourself about what's right and what's wrong, was a tell-tale sign of what actually felt right to you. 

It's true you'd have to go back to being the Y/N you heavily dislike. But that's something that stays with you, it doesn't affect someone else. It doesn't involve manipulating and lying to someone else. It doesn't involve having to carry the guilt of using someone else.

You have always been the person who has only ever existed to watch other people get love the way you have always wanted. It's so simple for them, they enjoy the love as if it's the sun rays. It's so natural, so comfortable, so acceptable. It only makes you think how if you were to find love, you'd probably treat it like the rain that is bestowed to a drought-ridden field. You'd probably worship it. You'd thank the heavens for listening to your prayers. You'd cry tears of joy and gratitude. You'd promise the gods above that you'll always be good and never take it for granted. 

However, you have never quite had the fortune of celebrating love and you have complained about how unfair it is to you, an infinite number of times. 

But the complaining comes from a place where you feel cheated of something that was promised to you. However, how do you keep your right to complain if you cheat someone else? 

Feeling like a victim feels much better to you than to feel like someone who's only getting what they deserve. Feeling like life is doing you wrong, is better than feeling like you're getting back for doing wrong.

Even when you are at your lowest, you have had your head high because you didn't intentionally cheat someone, because you didn't do something you won't want someone to do to you. You have been mad at the world for encouraging you to see dreams and then being so cruel to crush it so ruthlessly. But then again, you'd very much like to feel like you have the right to be mad, to complain, to be bitter and to scream and shout in pain and anger. 

You have also decided to steer clear of Jungkook. Or of anyone who's similar to him. Anyone who tries to remind you of everything wrong with you. You are already aware that you're not perfect, that you're not someone who qualifies for the word 'pretty' and you won't mind the absence of people who don't hesitate to remind you of that. 

But for that, you first need to tell Jungkook that you cannot be his model. Which is why you're still wearing the ring. You do not have the courage to face him without it and what would he even see you as if he were to see you without the ring? Would he even believe he actually did choose you to be his model? It's not like you can explain it to him that this ring holds some magical powers. He would probably add the word 'crazy' to the list of adjectives he uses to describe you. 

Today is practise day. You have decided on informing Jungkook about your decision as soon as you walk in the room as that'd be the best. 

You walk with determined steps and swing the door open. However, your steps falter when you realise that Jungkook isn't alone. Taehyung and Jimin are already in attendance. 

Shit. 

How do you tell Jungkook in front of them that you want to quit? Even the thought of doing so somehow manages to shake your confidence as you keep imagining the range of responses they could probably have. 

Guess, you'll have to wait till they leave. 

Taehyung is the first one to notice that you're awkwardly standing at the doorway. "Hello, Y/N," his warm boxy smile greets you. 

Taehyung's words make the other two men in the room aware of your presence as they simultaneously look in your direction. 

"Come in, we were waiting for you," Jungkook says, getting momentarily distracted from the papers that are sprawled on his desk. 

You tentatively smile at him and Taehyung, with Jimin already getting back to what he was previously doing, without paying you an ounce of attention. 

You take a seat next to where Taehyung is sitting and ask no one in particular, "Am I late?" 

It's Taehyung who replies, "no, you aren't. We had a class together and we just headed here the moment it got over."

You acknowledge his words with a small nod. 

Deciding it's best to remain quiet as it might as well be the last day you are spending with these three, you look around the room and observe the various educational posters that decorate the wall. 

You precisely ignore any conversation the three of them might be having with each other. That is until a few of Jungkook's words catch your attention. 

"So, this is the final list of participants?"

Jimin hums as an answer to Jungkook's question. 

"Final list?" You perk up, your heart rate speeding up.

"Oh yeah, the final list of participants arrived today," Jungkook informs you. "You can have a look at it if you like."

You are both curious and worried and hence, of course you take up on his proposition of taking a look at the document. As it turns out, it contains the name of participants from all colleges along with their pictures. It doesn't take you long to find Jungkook's, yours and Taehyung's name. 

"How did they get my picture?" You are confused as you had no idea when things were in the process of getting finalised. 

"From the documents submitted to college."

Of course. 

"So does this mean no one can change their models or back out?" You keep your voice neutral, pretending to be looking through the document as you keep flipping through the pages. 

"Saying that'd be wrong," you are no longer bothered who answers you. You are only bothered with what the answer is. "However, someone quitting now will lead to deduction of marks, unless it's a medical reason or an emergency. In case of which, supporting documents are required."

Isn't that just…. lovely? The very day you made up your mind. 

Everything feels incredibly puzzled in your head right now. The determination that you had walked in with, fades away as you're filled with panic. What do you do now? 

You entertain the idea of the door of quitting being closed and start thinking about what the future events could possibly be like. You'll actually have to practise modelling, you'll have to put yourself out there for everyone to see and be open to the fact that people will judge you.  

Now you are no longer just skimming through the papers, you're also looking at the pictures of people you're supposed to compete with. There are plenty of faces, way more people than you imagined you'd have to be against and all of them are way better looking than you. 

"So many colleges are participating," the words come out of your mouth without your permission as you find yourself so occupied with the recent realisations that your mind momentarily ignores the presence of other people in the room. 

"Not all of them are good though," this time you know exactly whose words they are; Jungkook's. "Take these two for example–" his finger lands on the page you're currently on as he points at the participants from a college, "–they don't seem like the right choice."

"Why?" You're genuinely confused as to how he can derive that simply from the photographs.

"I mean, they quite clearly lack what one needs to be a model," he replies with a tilt to his head as he observes the papers.

His words stir up the pot of nervousness that is the pit of your stomach. Is there something special that one needs to have to be a model, except for regular practice? If so, how the fuck are you gonna make it? 

"What exactly is required to be a model?"

"They have to be pretty," Jungkook now looks up, almost as if he has come to his conclusions and is satisfied with them. "They have to have an appearance that people find attractive. They clearly ain't it. As a model, you need to catch people's attention."

Your hands, which were busy flipping through the pages, stop. "Why do you think they won't be able to capture people's attention?"

"Their features are boring, plain and regular," he shrugs, letting the words out as if stating something that's supposed to be simple. "Nothing worth looking at and definitely nothing that catches attention."

Plain. 

Boring. 

Regular.

Your brows furrow painfully hard and you look away from Jungkook. You look back at the pictures in front of you and all you see is two smiling faces. They don't appear to be plain, boring and regular to you. They seem happy. The girl, Skye, has soft eyes and a gummy smile. The boy, Mike, has curly hair and a button nose. You do not find anything that supports Jungkook's claims and observations.

However, it's not unknown to you as to how it feels to be on the receiving end of words that make you feel like that. Like, plain, boring and regular. Like you're someone who isn't worth taking a double look. Like you're just an ordinary nobody. Like you will only ever amount to being a side character. 

You know very well how it feels. How wonderfully it crushes your soul. Which is why it hurts you to think that someone else could be subjected to feeling that way. The thought that their smile could be wiped off from their face in the blink of an eye, just like that, makes you ache. You know how painful it is and your heart clenches at the thought of someone else having to go through that level of heartbreak. 

"Well, isn't that a little too harsh of a judgement, when you haven't even seen them for yourself?" This is probably the most confident you have ever sounded while speaking to Jungkook.

"I won't call it harsh, it's just how it is."

"Do you really go on commenting on how people look without considering how they might feel?" You're confused and angry at how he can be so careless with his words.

Jungkook is caught off guard by your tone, only noticing now that you do not appear like your usual calm and shy self. He doesn't quite understand why you're suddenly like this. "It's not like they are here in the room."

How considerate of him. "Firstly, that doesn't make it okay," your words are firm and spoken with intent. "Secondly, I doubt you'd stutter with your words even if they were here in the room."

It's when your words are met with absolute silence that you take in your surroundings and notice how uncomfortable the air feels. But you're angry. 

Angry enough to not back down on your words, angry enough to not feel guilty about having an outburst and angry enough to leave the room. 

You don't hurry on your way out. Your heels click against the floor as you walk and pick up your bag. You look composed from the outside but only you know how your insides are burning with wrath. And when you leave, you don't run away from the tense atmosphere, you walk out of the room. 

After your departure, Jungkook doesn't let the silence linger for too long. He has to get things done and there's nothing more important to him than securing first place in the competition. 

He coordinates things smoothly as if you  didn't just leave the room moments ago. He doesn't seem bothered at all by the little disagreement the both of you had.  

It's only when it's him and Jimin in the room, that the little event is first mentioned.

"So what are you going to do about Y/N?" Jimin asks, genuinely curious as to how things fold out. 

"I don't know," Jungkook muses in a relaxed tone. "Maybe I'll go talk to her or something." 

"Are you planning on apologising?" Jimin's brows shoot up at the thought. Don't get him wrong, Jungkook can apolgise. It's not like he's physically incapable of doing so. In fact he does apolgise when he believes he's in the wrong. But that's the thing, it's very hard for Jungkook's stance to change when he thinks he's in the right. 

"What's there to apologise for?" Jungkook is genuinely confused as to why Jimin would think there's a need for an apology. It's not like he did anything wrong. 

Honestly, Jungkook would have preferred to let you be and let you take your time until you decide to talk to him. But again, it's something that involves the competition. He cannot wait for you to let go of the residual emotions of whatever reaction you had earlier. He knows it's best for him to put aside his ego and go talk to you. 

If he wants to win the competition, he needs all his team members to work together. Which involves you.  

You're sketching a tree. 

You were not really fond of the idea of going to the canteen as you're still quite cautious of the looks people may be giving you. To add to that was your lack of hunger, which ultimately made you decide that this is what you'd be doing for lunch. 

You're not quite sure if you'd be able to finish it in the forty minutes lunch time your university provides. It's not impossible to complete it but you doubt you'd be able to capture the details as well as you'd like to, if you were to rush. So you take your time. What's the rush anyway? You attend college almost everyday and the tree isn't going to grow limbs and change location. 

You're not an expert with trees and do not have a single clue whatsoever about how long this tree has been here. But somehow the tree appears to be young. You have nothing to support this weird assumption of yours. For all you know, the tree might be extremely old or old in human years and young in tree years, you don't know. But to you, it appears to be young. 

It has that spirit of someone young whose branches are aiming for something higher and higher. It doesn't quite seem shaken up by the storms and scorching heat, life inevitably must have put on its way. Each branch is filled with leaves and for every dying leaf, there's three new nodes sprouting. The little birds that have found their homes in the branches, bring more life to it, with their chirps and constant movements. 

You only hope it has strong roots. 

"Sketching that tree?" 

Your pencil stops and you lift your eyes up to look at the source of the words. Jungkook. 

"Yes," you nod and resume your sketching, not looking up even when he takes a seat next to you. 

"It's rather odd to sketch a tree," he comments. 

"Why? Too plain and simple for you?" The words leave your mouth as soon as they come to your mind. And boy do you feel an odd sense of satisfaction at having said that.

Jungkook chuckles loudly and his whole body shakes with movement. You do not bother to ask him as to what he finds so amusing in your words. 

"So tomorrow, I was planning to take your and Taehyung's measurements. Hope you'll be there?" Jungkook queries with a hint of a smile still playing on his lips, a residue of his chuckles.

You hum absent-mindedly, not in the mood of thinking things through before you give him an answer. 

Jungkook is relieved to know that there won't be any hindrance, when he hears your response. However, he's soon faced with a dilemma as to whether he should leave or stay. It's quite obvious that you aren't interested in having a conversation with him. But he wonders if you'll take offence to him leaving just like that. Wouldn't it make it look like he was only here to make sure that you're still willing to model for him? It might be true but well, he doesn't need to make it obvious. 

Jungkook isn't someone who overthinks. Come to think of it, overthinking might just be the wrong word. Jungkook doesn't think twice before doing things. He likes being that way. He likes doing what he feels without giving much of a thought as to what it could mean or what it could lead to. 

But here you are making him think twice before making a move. It makes Jungkook think that it's only fair that he gets to ask you the question he's been curious about since morning. After all, he's never seen someone react the way you did over comments made about someone else.

"What exactly had you so riled up?" 

Your hands stop and you look at Jungkook with eyes filled with surprise. Is he really asking you that? 

Your surprise only magnifies when you realise Jungkook genuinely doesn't have a clue as to what could have possibly made you react that way. 

Wow.

"Do you really not see anything wrong with what you said?" 

Jungkook doesn't need to answer you with words because the way he looks at you with confusion is enough of an answer. 

"It's not okay to say things like that, Jungkook," to both of your surprise your words are spoken softly, without any trace of anger. "Words are powerful, they hurt people."

"You mean, saying things like they aren't good enough to be models?" He prods for further clarification. 

"Words that do not take into consideration the impact it may have on people." You correct him, resuming your sketching. 

"It's not like they will ever know that I said that about them, though."

You have half a mind to say that he's definitely not someone who hesitates to give his opinions irrespective of whether the person he's commenting on, is or isn't in the room. You know because you have experienced it yourself. 

"That doesn't make it right, it's the fact that you think that way," you breathe, choosing not to speak what's on your mind. It's true that you had made that point earlier but then things were heated. Now, if you repeat the point again, you doubt you'd be able to provide him with a proper answer if he were to ask how you're so sure of your words. 

Jungkook is amused with your words, for he thinks they are absurd. "So are you saying I cannot think my own thoughts now?" 

You shake your head softly, understanding he's not getting what you're trying to say. It makes you take a pause and you try taking a different approach.

"What even makes you think that they can't be good models?" 

"Well it's the truth, had it not been me, someone else would have said it sooner or later," he shrugs. 

"Have you seen them walk?" You question without missing a beat, with a challenging lift of your brow.

"No I haven't but that doesn't mean–"

"So you're judging their capabilities solely on the basis of how they look?" 

"Listen," he finds it absolutely ridiculous, because it's like you are turning a blind eye to something that's just so obvious. Modelling does require people to look a certain way. "If they want to pursue modelling as a career, sooner or later they will face such comments."

"That's the thing! And it shouldn't be that way!" You exclaim, your voice turning slightly high pitched. "No one should ever have to feel like they cannot do what they want or cannot achieve what they want to because of the way they are."

"There's never been a rulebook for what a person can and cannot do. But you know who comes up with these rules?" 

"People like you."

Woah. Woah. Woah. That's a heavy accusation. 

"I didn't do shit," he scoffs, surprised at how you seem so passionate about your words. "It's only how life works. You have got to be logical and swallow the harsh truths of life."

"And who decides what's the truth?" Your voice is back to normal again, for you find yourself questioning him once more in hopes that he'd realise how superficial he sounds. 

"Some truths don't need to be said, they are just facts on which the world runs," Jungkook answers, making his point.

However you counter him immediately. "They are not truths Jungkook, they are simply beliefs. Beliefs which do not have a proper ground because they originate from mere ideas."

Jungkook comes to the realisation that there's probably no point in arguing with you as to why he said what he said because you apparently have an entirely different perspective of seeing things. That's not to say he doesn't find your views interesting. 

However, your words only make him more curious.

"Why are you so affected by it when it doesn't involve you?" 

Jungkook has noticed how you speak the words as if it's you who's been hurt and as if it's you at whom his words were directed at. 

"I-I am not affected by it," your words come out unsure as you are momentarily caught off guard by his question. To add to that, you are not quite sure what is a good answer to that, you just feel the way you feel. 

"You are though," he states, quirking a brow. 

One thing about Jungkook, it's very easy to read him. You think the reason behind that is how Jungkook is always so sure of himself. He probably doesn't ever feel the need to hide the way he's feeling or say things that don't match with his inner thoughts. He is always so confident. You are yet to see emotions like nervousness, doubt, shyness on him. Now that you think of it, you find it very difficult to imagine Jungkook being any of those things. 

But thanks to his easily readable expressions and body language, you can tell Jungkook is curious. Curious enough that you know he won't settle for a vague answer. 

"I don't know why I'm affected by it," you claim, knowing those words are not entirely true. "I just don't like the thought of someone getting hurt or feeling like they aren't good enough. That's a very painful feeling."

You are aware that telling Jungkook that you know how hurtful his words were because you know the feeling very well, isn't a good idea. He won't understand. Plus, you're not really willing to have that level of vulnerability with him.

Jungkook is confused. To him it doesn't make sense. You got so agitated, that you didn't hesitate to leave the room, all because you didn't like the way someone else could feel on hearing those words?

Confusing, indeed. 

Despite feeling like it, he chooses not to ask you any further questions. He has come to the conclusion that you're someone who's quite difficult to understand, at least for him. You're an emotional person, that much is obvious but then the depth of your emotions are seemingly so deep that he can't quite get to the bottom of it. 

He nods at your words and with that silence falls over the both of you. 

However, the silence only urges you to break it. You don't know if you'll ever get comfortable enough around Jungkook but you know you aren't yet. And you're not really sure you'd like to hang around long enough for that to be achieved.

"If you're getting the measurements tomorrow, how long until your designs come to life?" 

Jungkook doesn't expect you to start a conversation but he's more than glad to be talking about his designs and the competition. "I'll have to go to the market to get the raw materials. After that it will probably take a month to get all six of them done."

"So you'd still have three weeks in hand?" 

"Yes," he affirms. 

"Are you excited for it?" 

"You bet I am," a certain twinkle enters his eyes and you assume it's excitement. "My mom will be in attendance and all I want is to win that day."

"Are you a mama's boy?" You tease. 

"Maybe I am," he admits, with a curl of his lips and you're admittedly surprised because you didn't think Jungkook to be the type of person who'd openly accept to being mama's boy. "But I'm looking forward to the day because I'll be seeing her for the first time in twelve years."

"Twelve years?!" 

He nods. "Yeah, she got remarried and moved to the states when I was eight." 

You have so many questions. 

You want to ask, if his parents got divorced? You want to ask why, even if his mom got remarried, did he not get to be in her presence the way a child needs to be? It's understandable that she's in the states but not seeing her in twelve years? You want to ask if he has at least been in contact with her, throughout the years to make up for the void he might have felt without his mother.

But you're not as confident as Jungkook.

You don't want to ask or say anything that could make him uncomfortable or that could make him recall things that he doesn't want to. But most importantly, you're aware that these questions are extremely personal and no way are you and Jungkook anywhere near close enough for you to ask him these questions.

"I am pretty sure she would be happy and proud regardless of whether you win or not," you say with a small smile. "You'd be the best to her, anyway." 

Jungkook is caught slightly off guard by your words. However, he finds himself smiling involuntarily and a certain feeling of warmth makes its way to his heart at the thought of his mother being proud of him. 

He really cannot wait for the day. 

Anger. 

It's a rather powerful emotion. One which makes you temporarily blind to everything else. It can have your mind narrowly focused at getting your point across. It's an emotion that replaces the blood in your veins with fire. It can also make you forget about everything else temporarily.

And that's pretty much what had occured. 

In the midst of the anger you had temporarily forgotten that you know shit about modelling. The relief that you had felt at the thought of discontinuing being a part of Jungkook's team, is now replaced with twice the amount of worry. 

All it took was a night's sleep for you to come back to your senses. With the anger being washed away from your veins, reality came crashing down. But now you carried an additional weight as you were also aware that this competition meant a lot to Jungkook as his mother will be in attendance. 

If all of that wasn't enough, there was that dream again. The one where you're a little kid getting laughed by other kids your age and where there suddenly appears this tall, hooded figure whose face just always remains hidden. And the way you crawl in pain everytime it starts laughing, the way it makes you numb is exhausting. Just like last time, this time too you woke up breathless and just couldn't go back to sleep after that. 

You're anxious and sleep deprived. 

The best you could think of was to still go forth with your plan and just leave. But then you were reminded things weren't as simple anymore. You leaving also means deduction of points, which would ultimately mean Jungkook starting off with negative marks. For obvious reasons, it serves as a major reason why you haven't left the team yet. 

But if you don't remove the ring and just decide to stay, would you be even able to do justice to Jungkook's designs? Had it not been for the ring, the model wouldn't have been you. It would probably be Tina, someone who's of Jungkook's choice. If you were to represent Jungkook's design, wouldn't it be morally wrong on so many levels? 

There was also a teeny-tiny part of you that just wanted to go for it and give it your best, just so that you could prove your point from yesterday. You found yourself thinking what it would be like if you were to actually do a fantastic job at modelling and get rounds of applause for your performance. 

However, the fear of failing and lack of confidence quickly shut down those thoughts. Chances of you doing it are next to null. 

But all of that makes it only more and more confusing to you. Do you quit now, knowing it would lead to the deduction of marks and do what's morally right? Or do you stick with it to avoid negative marks for Jungkook? 

Nothing is ever simple for you, for the love of god. 

"Y/N?"

Your steps momentarily halt when you hear someone calling your name. Turning towards the person who's called for you, you're surprised that it's Taehyung. 

"Heading towards your class?" He asks, quickly catching up with you. 

You nod at him, feeling a little nervous because you've never really chatted with him outside properly. "You?"

"Same," he replies, with the boxy smile that always seems to be on his lips. "Didn't know you too had a class this early." 

"Yeah, I have early classes most days."

"Well, don't they suck?" 

"They absolutely do," a small chuckle escapes you.

A brief moment of silence falls on the both of you, which gives Taehyung the time to choose his next words carefully. 

"By the way, you're coming today for the measurements right?" 

Hesitation plays on your face as you are yet to come to a decision if going forth with the modelling would be the right choice. However, it's not like you can respond to him saying that you won't be there for the measurements. That'd probably lead to a whole lot of questions you're not sure how to answer. 

"I'd be there."

Taehyung is glad that's the case. He didn't think that things from yesterday were serious enough for you to quit. But at the same time, he wasn't quite sure you'd be willing to take part in today's activities. 

Truth be told, you left quite an impression on him last day. It was rather satisfying to watch someone give their piece of mind to Jungkook, even if it was for a brief moment. 

An obvious question that could pop up is, why then, if he's someone who thinks this way, did he not object when Jungkook was making those comments?

The answer to that lies in the fact that he's known Jungkook much longer than you. They might not be all buddy-buddy like Jimin and Jungkook are but he still knows Jungkook well enough to know that talking to him about certain matters is fruitless and perhaps a waste of time and energy. 

"That's cool," he comments, with an excited grin. "I really look forward to going down the runway with you."

The image of Taehyung walking in all his glory while you stick out like a sore thumb, flashes in your mind. "I'm not quite sure how that'd turn out to be." 

"Why would you say that?" He frowns in mild confusion, not missing out on your nervous smile. 

"I've never done modelling before, I'm not sure I'd be any good at it," shrugging lightly, you let the words out without much of a thought. 

Any other day, you'd probably have said something else as you really do not like telling your insecurities to people. Especially the ones you're so entirely sure of. It feels the equivalent of asking them to console you. It feels very attention seeking. However, your mind is already riddled with questions and you simply do not have the energy to overthink as to what other response you could have given.  

"The key thing about modelling is confidence," he claimed, with his shoulders lifting to emphasise his point. "While walking on the runway, for those thirty seconds or so, you better believe you're a goddess."

All the more reasons for you to think you'll be shit at it. "Oh I'll definitely not be able to do that."

Taehyung frowns deeper at the way you laugh, apparently, at yourself. "Why not?"

"Because I'm shit at modelling." Your words have the same energy as someone saying duh, like it's the most obvious thing.

He shakes his head. "You think that way only because you aren't confident enough."

"I'm not confident enough because I know I'm not good at it," you laugh, kind of enjoying the conversation now that it has taken a playful turn.

Taehyung also has a silly smile on his face. "Nah, nah, nah, it doesn't work that way."

You roll your eyes jokingly and snicker, "I'm sure it'd be quite a sight if I were to walk like a goose with the confidence of a goddess."

"Come to think of it, gooses would make good models," he hums, imagining the scenario. 

"They'd sure garner a whole lot of audience," you comment, now the scene playing out in your head too and dare you say it's stress relieving.  

Taehyung laughs and it causes the soft curls of his hair to bounce. His laugh is loud and free, you notice. He laughs without a care in the world and honestly, it's as much of a sweet sound as it is infectious. 

"I was nervous too before my first modelling gig," he adds, a warm and light smile playing on his lips now that his laughter has died down. "But sometimes you just got to ignore that voice and put yourself out there."

"And believe me, you can do an exceptional job at it if you allow yourself to."

You had protests on your lips but they die when you realise how sincere and genuine Taehyung looks. It leaves you speechless.

"Ah, that's my building," he announces before you can fully grasp his previous words. "See you in like three hours?"

You nod wordlessly and before you know it, he's bidding you goodbye with another warm smile. 

The words he leaves you with swirl in your mind as you're taken over by a sense of disbelief. 

You're not used to believing people's words when they show faith in you. Taehyung, however, seemed so natural with his words as if they were so easy to be said. It didn't feel like he said them because that's what he thought he was supposed to say. 

You're in disbelief because a part of you believes he meant what he said. 

You can do an exceptional job at it if you allow yourself.

His words ring in your head and you feel this wave of courage wash over you.

Taehyung thinks you can do it. He didn't lie to you for the sake of it. Maybe you actually can do it. But then again, you'll never know if you don't give it your all.

The thought causes a shiver of nervousness to run down your spine. You were not expecting to have this sudden change of thinking when Taehyung called for your name. But now that the words have had a significant amount of effect on you, you cannot seem to be able to push down the thought of just going for it. 

Even if you were to go for the other option of quitting, it would ultimately be affecting Jungkook. It would admittedly be wrong to keep him in the dark and model for his designs, unless, you do them justice. 

You're not quite sure what kind of affect the ring has on Jungkook. But you're almost entirely confident in saying that he does not view you as the girl of his dreams or isn't irrevocably in love with you. Because from the times you have spent time with him, you have never once felt that way. 

It was only after yesterday that you felt like you could be sure of your assumptions. It was the moment when the first thing Jungkook asked after your little disagreement was whether you'd be there for the measurements. He was quite clearly concerned only about the competition. You had somehow managed to ignore the voice in your head about the waitress thing, but this, you could not.

The realisation, however, wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relieving to know that he isn't in love with you. Maybe the ring has made Jungkook feel attracted to you, but that's pretty much the extent of it. 

If, by some chance, Jungkook does happen to be in love with you, you think you might just have chosen the wrong guy to make you feel loved. Not that you ever plan to try the ring on any one else, though. You have learnt your lesson in the form of extensive overthinking that has drained you both physically and emotionally. 

Nevertheless, you're also sure that there's no spark between you and him. What you felt that day was simply physical attraction and what propelled you to be hurt so deeply is most likely his words which made you feel so lowly about yourself. 

You know that going forth with the modelling might mean Jungkook still finding you attractive to some extent but you'll make sure nothing ever romantically takes place between the two of you. 

You had made a crazy whimsical decision based on your emotions and you don't think it's fair if Jungkook were to suffer because of it. It's not like you're over the emotions that Jungkook had triggered within you with his words but you have gotten used to the constant nagging of that insecure voice. Now, you can ignore it enough to think. 

You still feel pathetic but at least now you have gotten used to it and have made peace with the fact that maybe you indeed are pathetic and that there's no changing that. 

However, somehow, Taehyung's words have seemingly given you enough confidence to put yourself out there. Another important lesson you have learnt in the past week or so, is that, it's for the best to just make a choice and to stick with it. The questions of 'what-if's are simply never ending.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath and decide to face the consequences that you have been avoiding and have been incredibly unsure of so far. 

You're going to model for Jungkook.

Fun fact: when someone finds themselves unable to make a decision it can often be a sign that they don't trust themselves enough :)

Also, I'm gonna upload a sexy enemies to lovers au featuring Jungkook in one of those bikes (you know exactly what kind 🥰) on my patreon this Monday. If you want to read it before anyone else you know where to find me 😌

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Arrow has amazing timing on updating two different fics today...

ARROW GIVE US A MINUTE ITS ONLY BEEN 24 HOURS SINCE KING'S TIDE

anw I'm glad the watch fic update was a lighthearted one (that call out dhhd)

THE FIRST (technically 2nd) CHAP THO OF THE DANGANRONPA FIC JKSABHSJ IT WAS LIBBY OMG IM SO EXCITED IT TOTALLY SUITS HER TOO

(THIS RESPONSE HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS FOR HOURS BC I KEEP GETTING INTERRUPTED WHILE TRYING TO FREAKING READ)

[cococaffeinated]

I love him so much my gohd HE'S JuST So cuTe!!! Yes, I'm fully aware he's a 14 ft gargantuan cryptid mafia boss who can murder a man in one swipe of a claw but he's so ADORABLE!! I love hiM OTL

Glitch is from @crabas-lordes Mafia AU fic TSLTA 💖

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari . ari help . HELPPP im writing my satosugu x reader fic rn n im on the first chapter and its already OVER 4000 WORDS . WHAT THE FUCK . and its only the first out of THIRTY ONE . WAT THE FACK !!!!!!

anyway . struggling but . whatever i feel bad 4 my beta readers [aka my friends el oh el] who im gonna hound 4 feedback l8r after they finish reading this behemoth of a chapter

HOW r u ari ,,,, how has ur week been ,,,,, mines been pretty good bcuz life is good bcuz of SPRING ARRIVING AND . AND . OH MY GOHD i got a 2 at orchestra regionals !!!!!!! a 2 is Good btw like its an excellent technically the only things we lost points on were intonation and technique :3 hoping SO bad state large goes well also 2morrow hddjdjd [state large is 4 bigger orchestra groups btw]

ENOUGH abt me . how is spring in ur lil european country ,,, i remember u saying smthn abt being scandinavian ,,, or i could b remembering wrong eye dee kay judging by the lingering mentions of spring im assuming u rlly like spring which !! real !!!!! but summers my favorite cuz i was born in the summer ^_^

ashley !!!!! i am spinning you around happily <33 you’re so sweet for checking in!!!!!!

LMAOO THE STSG FIC 😭😭😭 that’s great though!!!!!! it’s gonna be a whole novel by the time you’re done w it 🫂🫂 more food for the rest of us!!!! good luck w the writing hehe, i’m cheering you on!!!! and good luck to your friends too 😭😭

MY WEEK HAS BEEN . GOOD . DECENT. i’ve been watching lots of tokyo rev ….. but i have to finish writing an introduction to an academic study this week…… so i’m busy busy busy but doing my best :’3 this friday i’m going to the cinema w my siblings so i’m excited for that!!! we’re watching the spy x family movie 🙏🙏🙏

anyway I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR YOU’RE DOING WELL!!! that’s great!!!! spring really does make everything feel better doesn’t it 😭 AND THE ORCHESTRA REGIONALS???? HELLOOOO CONGRATULATIONS?????? that’s amazing!!!! i hope the state large goes well too!!!!

as for my little european country . yes i am in fact scandinavian (derogatory) and spring here is just Awful. Horrible. one day it’s snowing and the next it’s sunny. WE’RE GETTING THERE THO….. the flowers r blooming which i’m happy about. and the sun isn’t setting so early anymore. spring is actually one of my least fav seasons LMAO but i love the latter half of it!!! and honestly just. when it comes to writing symbolism and imagery spring is unsurpassed…. buuut my fav seasons are summer-autumn!! summer bc it’s warm and nice and autumn bc it’s cozy + my bday is in september. i love the bridge between them :3

[shroomthebest]

cheer up Scott!

It was a normal day on the witchcraft smp besides no one had a competition. The sandwich Laurenzside had just got home from a mining trip when she found Scott at his own house on her way home. Scott had tried and failed to summon some demon to kill and was now upset sitting on the ground tears rolling down his cheeks Lauren had found him there. “ come on Scott please” she said slowly running her hands through his hair to calm him “ you know I would never not hear u out” she said softly reaching for Scott’s hands she didn’t understand why he was so upset he just failed once. “ I failed” he said quietly “how am I ever gonna get him back?” “ I’m sure your gonna succeed at some point” she answered deciding not to ask questions and she guessed that he maybe just really loved demons. He sniffled and leaned closer to Lauren. They were both sat on the ground sitting beside each other as she ran her hands through his hair he almost began crying again. It reminded him of what he always did when Scott was upset. But then Scott felt a squeeze to his side and he full on squealed jumping away from Lauren. The silence was very loud. “Ohh Scott” Scott began running looking for a place to hide but suddenly he got hit in the face by sand and he collapsed and suddenly Lauren was on top of him. Her hand scribbled into his sides and Scott couldn’t even try to hold his laughter. “ oh my god you ticklish!” Lauren exclaimed grining when Scott squealed at her comment “ awhhh aren’t u just precious coochie coochie coo awwww. Where are u most ticklish Scott smajor??” “Shuhut uhup” he growled between his giggles squirming left and right Lauren frowned at the comment and squeezed both his sides. “Ohoh mhyhy gohd” she quickly scribbled on his neck and ears before vibrating her hands into his stomach and was delighted to see Scott lose his shit. As Scott laughed loudly on the ground Lauren leaned down whispering teases into his ears Scott kept telling her to stop but they both knew he didn’t want it to stop if he did he could have easily summoned his zombies and made her get off but to be honest this was fun he had missed this kind of contact the last time he had ever been tickled must have been with him and it was nice and HOLY FUCK NO-. Scott let out a silent scream when Lauren vibrated her hands into his armpits and everytime he tried to talk it came out as babbled nonsense. “Awh aren’t u just adorable little scott all helpless” “HAHAHAHA ME-MEHRCHY” Lauren let go immediately after hearing the scream again running her hands through his hair and scott not minutes later fell asleep.

-TICKLING IS NOT A KINK NOR FETISH FOR ME-

Woah first fic I hope u enjoyed

Also I am not shipping

[currentlyonstandbi]

‘‘I’ll never betray my family’‘, Five seethes, fists clenched and teeth bared. ‘‘Never.’‘

Glaring into the eyes of the man once their father, now a stranger, Five waits for the retaliation, the retort, for the barbed words and condescension. Because that’s what their father does best, what he’s always done best. The long winded speeches and reprimands, the cruel words and even crueler lessons. Reginald’s always known best how to find your weak spots and dig his fingers in until it’s a gaping wound, bleeding freely. Until all that’s left is an all consuming feeling of insignificance and weakness. Five would know. For 45 years, Reginald’s words had haunted him at the end of the world. ‘‘I told you so.’‘

But things are different now, and Five won’t be caught off-guard. He’s ready for the blow to be struck, whatever it may be. But it never comes. To Five’s surprise, it’s not Reginald that breaks the silence, but rather one of the Sparrows instead. Carla, Five recalls vaguely.

‘‘I don’t believe you.’‘

And with four simple words, Five’s whole world is swallowed up by darkness.

[bag-head]

punching the air rn i just made a cameo in a fic . like, me. and the fact that this character is 10 times cooler than me and has my  name but is based off of me, who is just a person, is fucking sick as hell 

[narcopharmacist]

even though at this point it's heaaavily hinted they're not mere relatives, i sure hope @kannra21's prediction comes true. tbh i think i'll be okay with any reveal, daisuke could just say it casually while putting his father in jail and i'd still be HAPPY. i just want to write fics without being hated aha you know how some (not all, of course) fans and shippers are very,,, aggresively opinionated. we barely have contents and that just makes me want to write for daisuzu even more 😭😭

Dear gohd 🥺😔I feel the feels babygurl!

Look, I’ve said this before and I’ll say this again *bap bap bap* if they really were relatives relatives, they should have made Daisuke ✨specify✨ It isn’t hard to say “she’s my cousin” or “she’s my sister” but they didn’t make him say that so basically they wanted to confuse us further so we keep watching the anime, and lo and behold, here we are waiting for the fvcking last eppy. 🤣 Plus they still haven’t changed her description on their website.

Besides... miss K’s @kannra21 and miss innova’s @innovativestruggles stuff have been coming true, so.... 🧚✨No worries 💞😚

🧚✨Go ahead and write your fics cuz we Daisuzu/Daizue shippers are here to support and give love to ya! 🥰

As for those karens... I mean 🤷🏻‍♀️ they’re just jealous shhhhhhhh 🤭

[yoonminficrec]

What fics have you recently fell in love with?

Admin C - Sunflower by the incredible Admin N ugh i fell in love from the start, and i keep on falling in love with it every time i reread it. it’s so *takes a shot* amazing and beautiful, i keep telling admin n about how much i love it; honestly, it’s just beautiful and so worth your read ugh i love sunflower so much.

also, you make me feel special, again, by Awesome Admin N ugh this one is so sweet and lovely and beautiful and it means a lot to me and i love it so much, please read it!!

AND we’re just lost stars, oh my gohd i love the storyline so much, the characterization is beautiful, the emotions were so real, it’s just amazing and so well written. i cried while reading this, it’s one of the most beautiful works i’ve ever read, so please read this one, too!!

Admin Y - i’ve had trouble reading lately bc of lack of time and ig reading motivation? so i i haven’t read any ym recently, i’m sorry :(

Admin N - the last thing i read that i absolutely loved was Admin C’s Honeypot which was amazing!!!!! but other than that i haven’t read a lot of fic lately;;; 

[kalliyen]

OH MY GOHD

THANK YOU SO MCH FOR LIKINB MY FIC! @markxdino !!! I REALLY ADMIRE YOU!

[bangtanficsforyou]

Girl Of His Dreams- Series Masterlist

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 24.5K (so far)

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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Killing Game fic Updated and Frog, Arrow is such a Mood.

GAY RIGHTS MOTHERFUKERS

[dorothyliker420]

huuhhoOh my GOD slrprfrsrfl(more lip licking noises)ooooh my GOd whoaoaohah. *huffing* a completeed chorus 2! HOLY SHIT oh my gohd

(silky made me this image as per request ily silky)

WELL HERE WE GO!!!!!!! A COMPLETED CHORUS CHAPTER 2!!!!!!!! CLOCKING IN AT 20,588 FUCKING WORDS AND 45 PAGES IN GOOGLE DOCS! lets see how many bs words I can add to that count am I right ladies

because of, I dont know, any italicization or bolding in the text itself was lost when I copy/pasted it to here so I guess the Experience isnt as Deep BUT ITS ALL GOOD ANYWAY because only I get to type in bold. thats how you know its me and not a rabble, but I also italicized lines that I really wanted to talk about

ill put all the Canon Real Text in an indent tho happy reading,

A Long Awaited Duet ---------------------------------***********************---------------------------------

The new canon is that in between those dashes is a really terrible swear word that the author censored with asterisks. only he knows it and he’ll unleash it when you criticize his fic

Pacing quickly around her room in a long, frustrated circle, Lisette’s worries were quickly drawing to a boiling point.

lisette’s circles make me long and frustrated am I right fellow dudes

Typically, she was a very easy-going person, the kind of girl who’d shrug off most concerns and instead focus on keeping a positive outlook. However, after spending her entire morning going through the motions, feeling trapped in a listless, uneasy funk, even she couldn’t help but be affected. It was almost noon already and still she couldn’t move her thoughts past yesterday’s tea party, to the look she’d seen weathered across Alto’s face.

Lisette is right to be threatened and uneasy. this is like the scene in the opening where the village is getting crystallized and its too late for rosa and shes like SAVE YOURSELF except instead its sexification

She hadn’t had the courage to say anything at the time, but it had haunted her thoughts ever since. Making it worse, when she’d attempted to find her mother to ask her for her advice, she hadn’t been able to find her anywhere, so she’d wound up simply spending the previous night with Marie.

the ghosts of the last chapter vaguely implying alto is too horney to sleep in the same bed as marie have returned and im frightened

“He’s… he’s still on edge, isn’t he?”

It wasn’t right. The fighting was over and peace had been won, but even when he should have been relaxing with his friends, Alto was still wearing the same guarded, strained expression. It was the same heart-breaking look she’d seen from her friend all throughout their battles, at all the times she’d stood at his die, watching him make the most difficult decisions of his life.

STOOD AT HIS DIE

She didn’t think any of the others had noticed. Perhaps she was the only one that would even be able to recognise the difference, after all, she was the only one who’d known him before all this. Back in Mithra he hadn’t been anything like that, he’d smiled freely and his gaze had was always carefree, to the point of being cheeky. Their entire lives had changed ever since she became a Witch and he followed to become her Knight… but she’d always hoped all this time that it could still return to how it was when everything was finally over.

“No,” she corrected herself, her body sagging with a deep sigh. There wasn’t any point lying to herself about this, “I’m not that naïve, I always knew it wouldn’t be that easy…”

“gee” said lisette out loud to herself with no one else around, “I am lisette from the video game stella glow. I am five foot four and my blood type is

Because, she knew Alto. And she knew, for him, that it had never been about the battles. He didn’t fear fighting, he would recklessly throw himself into danger without even a second’s thought if it meant he could help someone. As she’d told him so many times, his overwhelming compassion was both his best and worst trait. He was courageous to the point of stupidity, all he cared about was protecting the people important to him, keeping the people he loved safe and happy, as best he could. That was all the fighting had ever meant to him. And that was why she’d always known it couldn’t possibly be that easy for him.

im giving this alto analysis a 2 alto is a liberal degenerate who really loves hunting and also u dont know anything about him jl “AWOOOGAA” davenport if u tell me about him again ill kill you

Crying out in annoyance, Lisette slumped across the room and threw herself onto her bed, sinking deep into the large, soft mattress as if to try let it absorb a fraction of her worries.

I cannot shake the feeling he was thinkin bout her tiddies when he wrote this

‘Alto’s still fighting, even now,’ she knew that. It was a truth she’d struggled to deal with for days now, ‘The war isn’t over for him yet, because he’s still pushing himself to try find a way to keep every one of us happy.’

fuckin dumb ass horny ass bitch. mediocre ass, pathetic ass, money grubbing, fucking stupid bitch ass you dont put apostrophes around thoughts its ugly as shit

It was a painful thought, the elephant in the room and something she hated thinking about. But somehow, not thinking about it, pretending to simply ignore had become even worse.

does lisette know what an elephant is. does that expression exist. this is third person limited so its kind of weird to use that kind of anachronism

After all, if Alto was still fighting, then she wanted to fight alongside him! She was his family, his comrade, his first Witch and even his (prospective) girlfriend,

I had to cut this off because it was next level dumbshit literally anyone is his prospective girlfriend with that state of their relationship. im his prospective girlfriend 

there wasn’t a single part of her that wanted to do anything less than to support him with all her might. He was a part of her soul. He was the man she loved and someone who she would never allow herself to be separated from, she’d known those feelings for absolute certainty ever since the moment she’d woken up from death’s door and travelled around the world to stand at his side. Just thinking about him wracking himself with worries and her not helping him was terrifying!

1. 

2. that last sentence is the worst written thing in, if not human existence, then the century

And, she spared a glance over at the mirror she’d been avoiding looking at all day, even aside from that, could she really say she was any different? Was she truly able to smile like before, only because their fighting was over?

hackles raised at the prospect of mirror kink

Lisette gave a dry laugh, reaching out and squeezing the small stuffed pig Popo had given her, pressing it against her considerable chest. 

1. the pig is kinda cute like maybe but who tf is vending these smutfic items. who is crawling around in the back alleys selling cursed objects that make people horny as fuck. did ewan make a deal with the devil to sell all his twilight-zone-monkey-paw shit from his brief sponsorship with baddragon

2. die

3. lisette’s chest is CONSIDERABLE all right. it makes me CONSIDER ending it all

For all their outward appearances, in this, at least, she doubted it was any different from any of the others, no doubt that was why everything had seemed so off lately, “We’re all just stuck in limbo, aren’t we?”

this is the longest string of indirect pronouns ever like whomst??? and what an eerie sentence to end a section on. though u kno what stay in limbo

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those dashes are containing the massive power of the cuss word. if even one of them falters or breaks formation the sheer obscenity would vaporize us all

Unfortunately for Lisette, her self-examination came with no easy answers or steps forward. Even though she’d accepted that being stuck in place as they were was only making things worse for all of them and particularly for Alto, there was no obvious solution she could latch onto, to change things.

this literally picks up? exactly where the previous section ended? like. with information that flows from the previous paragraph. if youre going to make that fucking big then why is it functionally useless

However, now more than ever, she was a determined woman and slowly -as the time passed and the morning faded away into early afternoon- slowly, her resolve held out and she was able to fearlessly consider even the truths she’d previously tried so hard to avoid.

why is this the ugliest formatting ive ever seen have you ever heard of an em dash or, a comma. also im losing shit at Determination Resolve Holding Out Shes Never Done This wasnt this like the sole bad point of her tunings

She knew she loved Alto, that he was the only man who’d ever made her feel complete 

But, she also knew that the other Witches felt just the same, she forced herself to accept the fact that he was just as important to them as he was to her.

ok nvm im not done being pissed at The Only Man like yeah lisette its called comphet im rewriting this so that lisette realizes shes a lesbian and also that whole Complete Her thing is all of whats wrong with lisettes arc like all of it this is what men do

It was something they’d all consciously avoided discussing, something that none of them seemed to know how to deal with. Her companions, the other Witches, were all as close as family to her, she loved them all dearly… And yet, they were all competing, in their own way, for the same man.

alto is three years old

She was sure they must feel just as awkward about that as her, there was a reason why even the ever impulsive Popo or the harsh-blunt Sakuya 

tell u whats harshing my blunt........this fic ((takes a weed puff

had never said anything and why, no matter how much they talked and how much they shared, this single topic was never once addressed directly, they’d all been working on the same process as her- that it was too strange a situation and too difficult a conversation to deal with, that the best thing to do was simply wait till after the war when Alto would be able to reciprocate their feelings, and then there the problem would solve itself. Well… The war was over. And they were all still tiptoeing around each other’s hearts, all waiting for the same response from the same man. “We must all seem so silly.”

tf were they supposed to do to address it? like lets just accept the gross situation but was they supposed to so call everyone to a room lisette spins around in a big chair and says We’re Here To Discuss The Het or maybe this happens

She could just imagine how ridiculous this situation must appear from the outside; five best friends all in love with the same man, all waiting for him to respond to their feelings and all marooned in the same silent stand-off, walking on eggshells while pretending everything was fine. No doubt her mother found it hilarious.

thats the worst line ive ever seen in my life. oedipus rex has nothing on this bitch

that aside like accepting them all as comphets for the moment. literally never interacted on a regular basis with another boy their age. except hilda I guess but it doesnt matter this is so dumb! yall is a bunch of trauma victims you cant just jump directly into the boinking

“Grrr! This is all your fault Alto! Stupid! Since when did you get so popular anyway!? You weren’t like that in Mithra! You’re just… you’re just too dependable… You mean so much to all of us, we can’t help but love you…”

deadass u told me this was dialogue from the anime where the tiddies bounced when the girl blinked? id believe it

He was their conductor. They all loved him. They all wanted to be with him. They were all waiting for him to favour only them…

dont like how its treated that its an absolute that witches will just fall for their conductor thats like sayin no one is safe around bi ppl. reach perhaps but its the same dumbass ideas

Perhaps that was the worst part of all. The more she thought about it, the more she was starting to realise just what an impossible situation their feelings and expectations had put Alto into. She knew better than anyone just how much he cared for each of them, she’d healed the scars on his body time and again that showed just how far he’d go to protect any of them… And yet, without ever really thinking how, they were all still asking him to then choose between them, to decide which of his Witches he loved the most.

but also I just had the revelation that author does not know what romantic love is like, at all, and the smoke cleared I am enlightened and theres nothing I dont understand

And, she couldn’t help him at all, could barely even support him in what must be an incredibly painful choice for him. All she could do was leave it to him, and trust that when he did choose, that he felt the same way about her as she did about him and they would finally be together. As for the rest… She didn’t know… The thought of him choosing one of the others over her was almost too painful, to terrifying to consider, but the knowledge that her friends would have to go through that was no less terrible…

tired of u demonizing r*mantic love. fuck its th most exhilarating experience of my life. that and having a baby shark sit in my hands. dont give all these Oh No People Get Hurt to justify just fuckin whoever u want

That was the mire they were all stuck in. That was why Alto was still looking so stressed and why none of them had been able to move forwards. There wasn’t anything any of them could do and there was no way to make everyone happy. She frowned bitterly. ‘…Would… Would it even make us happy?’

me, who had never been as happy as I am prior to being in love: hell yeah bitch dis go hard as hell flocka

It was a strange thing to consider, something she’d never once thought before this very moment- she’d thought for so long she was waiting for Alto to return her feelings, she’d wanted so long to be with him and to be together forever. But, would she really be happy like that? Could she truly be happy being with the man she loved at the expense of watching the companions she held dear, the friends she’d bled and cried together with, becoming heartbroken? Mordi, Popo, Sakuya, and especially Hilda, after all they’d been through, after how important she knew Alto was to each of them… Her heart clenched in her chest just imagining it!

if this is a question then ur not in romantic love idiot! shut up

But… That was how it had to be, wasn’t it? They’d all been foolish enough to fall for the same man, there was only one Alto. No.

dumps the big ass mess of gl***ng pr**e poly edits here but im not saving it to my computer so u gotta imagine it

Lisette propped herself up on the bed, a previously unfathomable conclusion quickly becoming clear to her. No. She couldn’t accept that. And Alto surely wouldn’t accept that. He’d never accepted that they couldn’t stop the Eclipse. He hadn’t accepted that they couldn’t fight against God. And, at the end of everything, he’d refused to accept that Mother Qualia had to be their enemy. A solution that put the entire burden on Alto and led to all her friends being heartbroken? How could she ever accept that!? How could she ever have thought something like that would make her happy!? That wasn’t how they worked! They were the Tuning Knights, humans that had defeated God and saved Marie! They would never accept such a lukewarm compromise.

fucking................mormons..................................

‘Well now,’ she laughed, ‘If I really think about it, the solution is pretty obvious, isn’t it?’ It was reckless and crazy, nothing at all like anything she’d ever imagined herself doing… But then, didn’t that just make it the same as everything else they’d done?

this isnt even how polyamory works!!!!!!!! sorry im not being funny I just really value r*mant*c love and listen NO ONE would just sit down and think “yes clearly the healthiest thing for the person my heart is devoted to is to juggle 6 relationships”

“Yup! I’m not gonna accept anything like that!” ultimately, all that mattered was the same conclusion she’d come to, ever since she’d returned to life. She already knew what she wanted, she just had to make it happen, “Alto, I’m by your side. Always. I’ll support you!”

hi im lisette and this is my boyfriend alto! we’re queering heterosexuality by having him fuck a ton of girls at once! swipe right if you want to hop on that dick. no gays allowed

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me: this is bad content

jldavenport: h*mg*n*n*l*b*ng*s*gl*m

me: vaporized in silhouette against the wall from the sheer power

Finishing off a long day of meetings, reports and training, clad in his usual attire (sans the armour,

oh shit its sans thearmour!!!! gonna have a bad time that being said makes sense that hes european the gross fuck

thankfully for him) and returning from the dormitory baths with a relieved sigh, Alto scarcely had time to close the door to his room behind him before he was suddenly jolted from his thoughts by an excited knocking. “Eh? Lisette?”

the phrase “dormitory baths” pisses me the fuck off where do you get off jldavenport. probably all over your keyboard but stop saying shit like that this isnt your canon bitch

A late-night visit from his orange haired friend wasn’t especially unusual, but to see her standing around in her Witches outfit 

epithets, especially those that refer to hair color, are awful and amateurish but because he still doesnt know this apparently: Redhead. Is. A. Fucking. Word. 

in her Witches outfit

that wasnt good enough to warrant that large of an image but like that movie fucked me up so bad lets see what scars me worse the mouse scene or this fic

at this time of night certainly was. And even stranger than that, she was wearing the original outfit, the one she’d worn since the first time she’d awakened to her powers in Mithra, rather than the more dazzling Goddess robes she’d gained after he’d finally tuned her heart, ‘I suppose it’s probably easier to sit around in this one?’ If he had to wear something as flashy as any of the dresses the girls wore, he was sure he’d spent half his time worrying about ripping it.

honestly content notwithstanding this reads like an instructional on what NOT to do when writing. you write like this? dont. its very entry level like I cant say that I necessarily write better but do what I say not what I do

throwing the goddess thing out there is like him saying LOOK!!!! A FACT i KNOW ABOUT THE ACTUAL CANON!!!!!! HAHA

Despite standing staring at him from the hallway, with her face flushed and eyes not quite meeting his, she still hadn’t said anything, “Er, Lisette? Is something wrong?”

knocking on someones door and forgetting why ur there is a neurodivergent feel lisette has adhd now and theres nothing you can do about it

“Ah!” she jumped before finally shaking herself off and responding with a slight anxiousness, anxiety. see me after class “No, no not really. I just… I’ve had a lot of mind and I thought it’d be better if we could talk a bit? Do… Do you mind if we spend the night together, again?”

lisette u were literally talking to urself five minutes ago abt havin him fuck everyone and now ur all anime blushus. bitch

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. She wanted to share his bed again? Spend the night holding hands like back then? Stopping himself short of giving her an answer, Alto suddenly realised just how imploringly she was looking up at him.

they literally used this exact Mouth Suddenly Dry thing last chapter do ppl who enjoy this fic actually like that r smthn. they get wet 4 the dry

“Huh, it’s not like you to actually ask…” He teased softly. Usually Lisette was far more insistent about this sort of thing, he’d normally expect her to simply march into his room and seat herself on his bed. He only realised as she spoke that for her to act like this, for whatever reason she was acting like this, it must be important to her that he did accept her request 

ugly sentence. ugly, ugly sentence. ew. im actually so bored by this sentence im ceasing work on this for the night good bye

She didn’t want to force it on him. Still… He couldn’t help but hesitate. It was stupid, he knew, but he’d felt awkward spending time alone with any of the girls since after the war, lest any of them get the wrong idea.

“get the wrong idea” DONT FUCKING WRITE ALTO LIKE THIS I AM IMMORTAL MY SKIN IS ADAMANTINE YOU SHALL FALL BEFORE ME

A moment passed and still Lisette didn’t say anything; clenching her hands nervously below her wait -and unintentionally pushing her impressive bust out even further towards him- 

the commissioner, apparently upon seeing stella glow:

she silently awaited his response. Blushing a little under her low gaze, Alto realised it was getting harder and harder to remember the days when he’d seen her just like a sister.

this proves its inhuman and disgusting because it gave me visceral flashbacks to fire emblem fates so lemme post some of my fave incest quotes from that, starting with the ones it made me astral project into

2.

did that last one haunt u because for a split second you imagined a world where lisette said them? good bc that shit keeps me up at night. im tired of cropping these quotes out so like we’re done my point has been made

In the end though, he couldn’t possibly deny her. Not for no reason, and not when she looked at him like that, “Yeah, of course Lisette. That sounds fun.”

the begging thing from the last chapter hit me full force in memory and I honestly hope it comes back bc ive got a dynamite joke locked and loaded

Breaking out into a bright smile, the Water Witch sagged in relief, taking him by surprise as she reached out to take his hand in hers, letting her body fall soft and warm against him as she did so. Her breath tickled hot across his collar and Alto’s heart jumped in shock!

DONT EVER USE EXCLAMATION POINTS LIKE THIS im serious. it is about as ugly, 2007-fanfic-net-core you can get. 

Her hands felt smooth and gentle, wrapped warm around his… 

HIS WHAT

he’d felt that before, it was pleasant, although not anything new. But feeling her head falling lovingly to his shoulder like this and having her entire body now laying against his… His mouth went dry, 

Wet 4 The Dry Confirmed

he could even feel her breasts pushing large and heavy against his own chest! ‘Woah… S-So soft… They’re even bigger than Rosa’s, aren’t they?’

can you believe this was written completely unironically? like, people find this hot? if it didnt deplete the experience of reading this fic id replace every line referencing boobs with a comment from nicki minaj’s instagram

For just a split second, no matter how much of a gentleman he was, standing there like that, it was impossible for him not to compare the mother and daughter.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON

“Li-Lisette?” he choked out, desperately reigning in his thoughts before they rampaged down a dangerous direction. “Mmm, Alto, hehe, I’m glad,” she giggled happily, skipping back and beaming up at him as she tugged on his hands, leading him off, “Even just being like this with you, I feel better already!”

ok I have NO idea what movement theyre doing. shes like, skipping and then she comes back and takes his hands and idk probably his dick or something

Absolutely caught up in her rhythm, they were halfway down the hall before Alto finally realised she’d pulled him completely out of his room!

heres a coded message just for katt: e*****t w** d****** **m!the narration means he was aware she was pulling him so like where the fuck did he think he was going if not outside his room

“Uh, h-hey, Lisette? We’re going somewhere? I thought you wanted to go to sleep?” “That’s right,” she nodded simply, giving up and tugging him and instead falling into step beside him, “But your bed’s too small for it to be comfortable, so we’re gonna use my room instead!” Alto almost dug his heels in from sheer indignation! 

im sorry. im sorry I had to cut this up but come on. come the fuck on. indignation. like she made a point and alto is all “insolent female requesting things of me” have you not met alto. authot is from r/incels

She’d come all this way to see him, just to drag him back to her room!? How self-indulgent could she be!? And, it wasn’t as if his bed back in Mithra had been any larger and she’d never complained before. Eventually, he just sighed and followed her lead, it wasn’t worth getting worked up over. If it would make her happier, then that was fine. It might be nice to spend a night in someone else’s room for a change too.

Walking hand in hand through the halls like this was fairly embarrassing, thankfully it seemed that it was late enough that no-one else was around. He really, really didn’t want to suddenly run into Rusty like this, let alone Giselle, or Sakuya… Supressing a shudder, Alto hurried on.

“let alone giselle” wh???? I am so baffled by this. obviously rusty or sakuya would give him shit but whats giselle gonna do??? is alto being bullied by a robot?????? I want giselle to appear and smash alto’s frosting into the ground

“I won’t hesitate, bitch,” said Giselle, pointing her laser at altos dick and shattering it into one million individual pieces

Unlike the tiny spare room he’d been assigned so long ago now, Lisette, as a Witch, had been housed in the premium quarters on the other side of their dormitory. 

stop. stop saying dormitory. this is not a college

Luckily in this case, unlike the Palace, the building wasn’t overly large so it was only a short trip to her room. They arrived a few minutes later, just as his heart was beginning to settle down.

…

what happened to the long ass aterisks break. oh god the swear word is coming isnt it

Unfortunately, the moment Lisette opened the door and they stepped inside, Alto’s breath was one again caught violently in his throat, “H-Hilda!?” And indeed, kneeling serenely atop a small cushion in the middle of the large room, the Time Witch was sipping calmly from her usual green ceramic tea-cup, as if there was nothing strange about her presence here at all.

I dont like how shes sitting on a pillow in the center of the room that sounds ritualisitic

(bangs pink cup on the ground) She Sits On The Sacrificial Fuck Pillow ((group of hooded figures behind me start chanting “Fuck Pillow! Fuck Pillow!”

Watching as she settled the drink aside, perfectly in synch with the sound of Lisette locking the door behind her, Alto’s mouth went dry.

theres so much wrong with the syntax and shit but im pushing that all aside to say how fucking difficult it is to sync sound like that even on purpose so yeah theyre def doing a cult sacrifice to the original sex god, elcrest

A moment of silence reigned and somewhere in the back of his currently panicking mind, the bewildered Conductor couldn’t help but notice that Hilda too was wearing her standard Witches’ outfit, the same form fitting black dress 

“dress” very generous for mr boob grower

and wide sweeping hat she’d become associated with for so many years. However, in her case, this wasn’t much of a surprise. As far as he’d seen from the White-Haired woman, she didn’t seem to actually own any normal, casual attire and, while he knew she deeply adored he beautiful white dress she’d unlocked when he’d purified her lonely heart, he also knew that even she couldn’t help but feel rather self-conscious, wearing something that was practically a wedding dress as an everyday outfit, he hadn’t seen Hilda’s Goddess Robes since the end of the final battle.

I literally cannot read any part of this paragraph except the capitalization of White-Haired and Goddess Robes this was either written in the 1700s or modern day by me dissociating in a target bathroom this is so funny if the fic gets any funnier ill die

“Alto? I’m surprised. Isn’t it a bit late for you to be visiting a woman’s bedroom?”

horny dont got business hours babe

“Ah, H-Hilda! It’s, it’s not what you’re thinking, I, Lisette!? Wha-” “Relax Alto,” the Water Witch giggled softly as she stepped forward, taking his hand again, but this time wrapping herself around his arm, “She’s just teasing you.” “Wha… Abuh?”

this is harem anime/fire emblem dialogue right down to the “Abuh?” actually thats the defining thing you hear someone say that youre in a straight anime and you need to run for your fucking life

“My apologies,” Hilda nodded, offering him a small smile in recompense as she matched Lisette’s movements, taking hold of his other hand, her pale face burning bright red as her soft fingers entwined with his, “I just, got a little flustered seeing you so suddenly… I… I wasn’t sure what to say.”

ok first of all you cannot write hilda in any realm of possibility but also like this is yet another thing to not trust men for: emphasizing the whiteness of a womans skin. he is a racist, plain and simple

Her hand squeezed nervously around his and Alto realised just how easily he could feel her racing heart through the light fabric of her dress when she pulled his arm against herself. Not that Lisette was any different, he couldn’t possibly believe in the confidant front she was showing after knowing her as long as he had, not when he could feel her entire body trembling against him.

hilda is like two ft tall howd she even reach his arm. also like there isnt even any fabric boy u raw touchin her 

His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn’t think what to say, he wasn’t mentally prepared for any of this! He’d gone from expecting to go to sleep, to being visited by Lisette, to being dragged through the halls, and now he was being sprung with some surprise meeting!? And both of them were clinging to him like never before! 

this is in character alto not wanting to have a threesome so he can go nap

He couldn’t possibly keep up. Before he even realised it, he’d been pulled all the way over to Lisette’s bed and was sitting with a girl wrapped around either of his arms.

what a problem! what a terrible day for him! what are the odds of this happening!

“What… What’s going on?” “Something good.” Hilda answered in her own cryptic fashion, her voice almost breathless and her blazing red cheeks half hidden behind his cloak as she shyly slid in right next to him.

it is most certainly not good ma’am

“That’s right,” Lisette agreed, happily snuggling up against him as she squeezed herself around his other arm, “We’re gonna help you come to a decision!”

we’re gonna make u C*M...............to a decision ;)

Alto blinked, “Eh?”

petition for this to turn out like the friends episode where ross got kicked out of a threesome with his wife and another woman bc they were lesbians so he left and made a sandwich

conveniently the fic decides to break here anyway so thats all you get for now. I’ll finish the other parts later (im expecting like maybe five because of the gargantuan size of this travesty) and link them direct from here 

Part 2 here! (coming soon)

[goomo]

this was the best fic ive ever read in this tag and i stuck with it, i was rooting for it for all 12 of its chapters and it just had to go ahead and ruin itself for me with literally the last line oh my gohd

[bangtanficsforyou]

Girl Of His Dreams (03)

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 9.5K

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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The pinging sound of your phone distracts you from your assignment. You put your pen down and look at your mobile screen to notice an incoming text message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: hey

You: hello

Jungkook: free for a chat?

Technically, you aren't.

You have assignments to complete and modules that need to be studied. It only makes sense for you to tell him that you're busy but then there's a part of you that's curious as to what Jungkook might have to say. Plus, you doubt you'd be able to focus on your assignment now, even if you try to. Your mind will keep going back to Jungkook and you will keep wondering if what he had to say was something important.

It's better you quench your curiosity and then get back to work as that will be more productive.

You: yeah sure 

You: what's up?

Jungkook: nothing much

Jungkook: just wanted to talk to you :)

Jungkook: but firstly, i gotta ask, did you enjoy meeting Jimin and Taehyung today? 

You: ofc I did!

You didn't. 

It wasn't nice to be the unattractive one in a room full of attractive people. It wasn't nice to get judgemental looks from Jimin. It wasn't nice to watch Taehyung walk gracefully and realise how incompatible you're. But needless to say, you can't say all that to Jungkook.

Jungkook: well i'm glad 

Jungkook: i look forward to our next practice session

You: me too! 

A lie.

You chew on your lower lip as a thought occurs to you.

You: btw when is it?

Jungkook: I'm not sure 

Jungkook: but most likely next week

Relief courses through your veins, at that. You'd at least get the time to prepare yourself. 

You: works fine 

Jungkook: we could meet sometime before that if you'd like? 

You: for the competition?

You: like to discuss something about it?

Jungkook: nah

Jungkook: just to meet and get to know each other better ;)

Your stomach sinks at what he could possibly mean. But you try your best to not come to any conclusions, although the little wink at the end of his text makes it incredibly difficult for you to do so.

You: is this for anything in particular?

You: i'm asking because i'll have to check my schedule and make time accordingly

Jungkook: nothing in particular really

Jungkook: well we could maybe just go to a restaurant

Jungkook: eat and chat ;)

Uh oh. This definitely sounds like a date.

But you still refuse to come to a conclusion and decide to ask him directly.

You: tell me if I'm wrong but this is sounding like a date 🤔

Jungkook: well then maybe it is 😏

When you read the text that confirms your suspicions, you sigh.

You're aware that Jungkook thinks you're his dream partner. With that awareness comes the understanding that sooner or later he'd have asked you out on a date. Although to be fair, you didn't think it would be this soon. You thought you had more time before you had to face the consequences of your actions.

But then it's Jungkook. He does have this aura about him which gives off the impression that he just goes after what he wants, irrespective of the pace the rest of the world is accustomed to.

However, you don't feel excited at the thought of going on a date with him. If anything, it is making you feel guilty. 

One month. Just one month. It's not permanent. The moment you remove the ring, Jungkook will stop seeing you as his ideal partner. Everything will go back to normal.

You repeat the words in your head like a mantra until you feel some of the guilt subside.

You: well then

You: it's a date

Jungkook: great!

Jungkook: are you free tomorrow? After the classes get over?

You: yeah, I am

Jungkook: great I'll come to pick you up 

Jungkook: wear something nice for me 😉

Jungkook: oh also, what kind of food do you prefer?

Jungkook: Italian? Mexican? Chinese?

You: anything works for me 

Jungkook: well that answer won't do :(

You: umm well then Italian sounds great!

Jungkook: done 👍

Wow.

You stare at your screen blankly as the whole conversation sinks in. 

Looks like you are going on a date with Jungkook. That too tomorrow.

"I don't understand who made him a professor," Brie grumbles, looking done with everything.

"Trust me everyone in the class has the same question," you murmur, feeling a mix of amusement, frustration and annoyance. 

The professor in question is Mr. Reymond, who writes whatever he has to, on board, while talking and explaining it to himself. Once done, he will ask the class if they have understood or not, but hey, he doesn't really care. Hence, he answers his own question and rubs the board before moving on to the next topic. 

"Man, his classes always make me feel sleepy," she yawns. "It's such a pain in the ass to pretend that you're listening to his shit."

"Eh, it's not like he cares," you shrug, noticing the number of people who are busy chatting away, some even occupied with their phones. 

Brie notices the same thing and wonders if she could get away with sleeping through the class. "Do you think he would care if we sleep?"

"Try it out, I guess."

"I should give it a try, it would be like a cool experiment," she nods, applauding herself for coming up with something this great. "Now, c'mon close your notebook and put your head down on the table."

You glance at her sideways. "I never said I'm gonna accompany you in your little sleep experiment."

"It's not like copying those notes blankly would do you any benefit." She rolls her eyes and takes the initiative to take your notebook away from you and closes it shut. "Now sleep."

You huff and contemplate. You won't lie, you are really sleepy. You woke up earlier than usual because you had to choose what to wear for today's date. It wasn't an easy decision to make as you had to settle on something that won't look too formal or fancy to attend classes in but at the same time won't look too casual to wear on a date. Ultimately, you squared down to a yellow dress. It's simple yet elegant, which makes it the perfect choice.

But the question in hand is should you give in to your sleepiness? You look at Brie who's looking at you with eyes full of expectations and sigh. A nap is worth it. Who knows maybe you'll wake up looking fresh.

Brie grins at you, satisfied and proud when you put your head down before she does the same. 

As it turns out, Mr. Reymond couldn't really care less about his students taking a nap in the middle of the class. Good for both of you, as when the bell rings, you two wake up feeling refreshed and energised. 

"Want to go to the nearby cafe?" Brie asks, as she packs her bag up.

"I can't, I have assignments to complete."

That's technically not a lie, you do have assignments that need to be done. However, it's not due to the assignments that you deny accompanying Brie to the cafe. You're supposed to go on your little date with Jungkook and it's only after the date that you'll be able to return to your college work. But you can't tell that to Brie and hence give her the half-truth.

She sighs and mumbles to herself, "I should have guessed that response."

You two head out of the class and you take your phone out with the intention of shooting Jungkook a text to let him know that your classes are done for the day. 

"Hey, isn't it that guy?" Brie elbows you and asks in a hushed whisper. "What's his name?"

You furrow your brows, interrupted mid texting and look at Brie in a questioning manner. She motions you to look in a particular direction and your eyes follow hers. 

Your mouth parts open in surprise and your steps halt when you realise who it is. "Jungkook."

"Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! That's what his name is," Brie exclaims, finally feeling satisfied having put the puzzle of his name in place. 

You look back at the screen of your phone and delete the words you had typed. Fuck, when Jungkook had said he would be coming to pick you up, you didn't think he meant right in front of your classroom. 

"Isn't he a fashion designing student, though? What is he doing here in our building?" Brie asks out loud to no one in particular. 

"You know him?" Your ask, your interest suddenly piqued. 

"Well duh," she states with an expression as if that should be obvious. "Who doesn't know him? He's famous for being a fuckboy. Wonder what the girls see in him, though."

Well, that makes sense. After all, Jungkook has got quite a reputation for that. "I mean, he's attractive. I think that does it for him," you shrug. 

She scoffs in amusement and looks at you in disbelief. "Y/N, please. He's not attractive."

Now, it's you who's looking at her in disbelief. "Are you blind? He's literally one of the most handsome guys I have ever come across."

"Eh, I don't find anything attractive about being a jerk," Brie replies without missing a beat as she looks over to where Jungkook is with eyes full of judgement. 

Say whatever anyone wants, there's no changing Brie's mind about the opinion she holds of him. She had seen many girls cry over him and had formed a sense of dislike towards the guy from the very beginning. But it wasn't something personal until Jungkook broke Sana's heart. 

Sana, who's a very dear friend of Brie's, is also one of the sweetest and kindest people she has ever met. The audacity Jungkook had playing with Sana's heart had Brie fuming.

She had half the mind to go and punch Jungkook right in his face but somehow managed to hold back her anger. But it wasn't only Jungkook who was on the receiving end of her rage, it was Sana as well.

She simply couldn't understand why Sana would ever expect anything more from Jungkook, despite knowing the kind of reputation he has. Brie did not mean to be that person, but she couldn't help but think that people walking up to him and offering their hearts on a silver plate gave Jungkook the perfect excuse to not own up to the hurt he causes people and say 'they signed up for it'. 

However, according to Sana, she had genuinely believed that Jungkook cared for her and liked her enough to not let the relationship be just another casual fling. But of course, she was proved wrong.

Brie had several logical arguments why expecting something more from Jungkook was foolish. But the tears that streamed down Sana's face, had made Brie's heart soften. It made her realise that she did not need to make the points as Sana was most likely telling those things to herself anyway.

Things become messy when despite knowing, that you'll end up getting hurt, you go for it, thinking and believing that it's worth it. When the hurt and pain do catch up, who do you blame? The person who caused it or yourself?

If only Jungkook had a decent bone in his body and knew how to respect people's emotions. 

Nevertheless, since that incident, Brie has been holding this resentment towards the boy for making someone like Sana feel this way. She simply can't keep calm every time she thinks about the amount of hurt he causes people and gets away with. Just like that, without any consequences.

Imagine her surprise when she realises that Jungkook; the very same Jungkook she despises, is walking towards the both of you. 

The moment you have the same realisation, you look away from him and look down at your feet. You chew on your bottom lip and keep your gaze fixed on the ground, trying to avoid any weird looks you might be getting from the people around. 

Jungkook stops in front of you and grins at the way you refuse to look at him. He bends down so that your eyes and his, are at the same level and greets you. "Hey, Y/N."

"Umm hey," you greet back meekly. 

He assumes you're feeling shy and the thought makes him oddly satisfied. 

"Are you ready for our date?" He queries.

Brie chokes on thin air and starts coughing loudly. "What do you mean by date?"

You look up immediately to answer Brie before Jungkook can but your words get stuck in your throat when you notice the look on Brie's face. 

It's that of incredulity. 

Her eyes go back and forth between you and Jungkook and it immediately makes you feel the same way you did under Jimin's gaze. You assume that she is most likely thinking the same thing Jimin did; why is Jungkook going on a date with you?

But the fact that it's coming from Brie, makes you more defensive than you were when it came to Jimin. 

You almost feel betrayed?

"I think the word 'date' is pretty self-explanatory," you snap, without intending to.

Your sudden defensive stance and stiff body language catches Brie off guard. And before she can ask anything else, you leave the spot and start walking towards the main gate. 

Jungkook walks right behind you.

"Who was she?" Jungkook pries once the two of you are out. Although the interaction was short, he could feel how the question asked by the girl caused you visible discomfort. 

You take a deep exhale and feel immediate regret for the way you responded to Brie. You don't know why you reacted the way you did. Anyone would think the way Jimin did. Anyone would wonder why someone like Jungkook would take interest in someone like you. So what if Brie is your friend? That doesn't mean that she doesn't have a pair of eyes and common sense. Why did you even think that she would have a different reaction?

"She's Brie," you sigh softly. "She's my friend."

"I see," Jungkook nods, taking the hint that you do not wish to elaborate any further. "Should I call the car then?"

This has you blinking and stops your overthinking. "Car?"

Jungkook winks at you. "You didn't think I'd take you out in an uber, did you?"

Well to be fair, you didn't expect anything in particular. You were too busy stressing about how you should go about things to think about what Jungkook might have planned for the date. 

You watch silently as Jungkook types something on his phone and moments later a Mercedes pulls over. You're too much of a noob to guess what the model is but you can tell it's expensive (well, to be fair, all Mercedes cars are).

He quickly walks up to the car and opens the backseat door for you. "Come on, hop in," he urges you, looking excited. 

You thank him with a small, unsure smile and get in. Jungkook shuts the door before jogging over to the other side and getting in. 

He sits next to you and asks the chauffeur to start the car, having already told him where to go. 

However, you have no idea. You're in a car which has three people in it and it's only you who has no clue where you're headed. This doesn't sit right with you and causes your curiosity to spike. 

"Where are we going?" You query looking at Jungkook expectantly. 

"You will see when we reach there," he replies with a small curve of his lips. "That dress looks really cute on you, by the way. It suits you." 

You have never believed any of Jungkook's compliments. You know he only says that because he is viewing you through the rose-coloured glasses the ring has put on him. Hence, every time he gives you these little compliments, you just pretend to accept them with a smile. 

But for the first time, it occurs to you, how thoughtless it is of you to not compliment him in return. 

Hence your eyes go on a little mission to find something you could compliment him on, knowing full well that there's plenty you could acknowledge and sing praises of. 

However, your little mission is proven to be fatal when you get distracted by how ethereal Jungkook looks. 

For the first time, you take notice of the white shirt he's wearing. The plain simple piece of clothing makes him look like an angel but the top three buttons which are kept undone make him look like sin. 

With his right hand gripping the roof handle, his elbow rests on the window pane and the position somehow makes the veins in his arms bulge out. You find yourself feeling grateful for the rolled-up sleeves as it lets you have a clear view of his thick muscular arms that are inked with tattoos. 

Your eyes move from his arms to the expanse of chest that's visible and the sight has you gulping. Gosh, why does it make you want to run your hands over his chest? You shake that thought away and think that it's a wise decision for your eyes to move on to somewhere safer; where you won't be having these unholy thoughts. Your eyes trail up towards his neck and eventually to his face. 

His lips. They look so soft and plump and it makes you imagine how they'd feel against yours. The little mole under his lower lip adds to the beauty of his mouth and makes them look even more kissable. You don't even want to get started with the way his lips are curved upwa–

Wait. Why are they curved upwards?

Your eyes snap to his and shit. He's been watching you along. 

Your whole body heats up in embarrassment and you scold yourself for having these thoughts.

Jungkook is attractive but that doesn't mean that you should be going on thinking about how kissable his lips are. It was one thing when you were doing it earlier but it's a whole different thing, now. You don't want to imagine kissing him because you'd never let something like that happen.

Him kissing you under the influence of the ring would be the same thing as someone spiking a person's drink and taking advantage of them. You'd never be able to live with yourself, if you were to do that.

You know what you're doing right now is probably no better but as long as it's harmless flirting and silly dates. 

Only a month. Only a month. Only a month.

"Done checking me out?"

You look away, flustered and ashamed. "I wasn't."

He knows you're lying.

He also knows that you know that he knows, you're lying. Hence, he decides not to argue. Instead, he takes out his phone and connects it to the car's speaker.

Your brows knit together when you hear the melody that's now playing through the speakers.

"That's my favourite song," you inform Jungkook, your state of surprise turning into that of joy. Your mood lifts instantly as the light-hearted song greets your ears.

"I know," he responds, trying his level best to hold back the smile that's threatening to make an appearance.

Now, that has you looking at him weirdly. How on earth does he know that this is one of your favourite songs? 

"How do you know that this is my favourite song?"

"Let's just say I stumbled upon a post yesterday that happened to let me know of this fun fact." The smile that he was trying to hold back, finally breaks across his face and his eyes sparkle with mischief.

Your brows shoot up. Here, you were thinking that maybe it's just pure coincidence and that maybe he likes this song too. But, no. Boy knew exactly what he was doing. 

A fleeting thought appears in your mind as to what pictures he might have seen and whether you even looked presentable in them. But you find it easier to get rid of that thought by telling yourself that he's still here. If he had found those pictures ugly, he would have not gone on a date with you.

"So you were stalking me?" You squint your eyes at him in a scolding manner. "You just keep proving to me that you're a red flag."

Jungkook raises his hands in the air as if surrendering. What other option does he have anyway? He has nothing to say to defend himself. It's not like he wants to even. He isn't ashamed of his doings, at all. If anything, it was fun.

"Don't blame me. It's all your fault anyways," he retorts. "Your profile appeared on my for you page and how could I resist the urge to stare at that gorgeous face of yours?"

A red hue appears on your cheeks. You may not believe in his words but the way he looks at you every time while complimenting you, makes you want to hide from his intense gaze. 

"Well, my profile let you know of my favourite song," you state, trying to deflect the topic. "What else did you happen to learn from my socials?"

"Let's see. You have a family dog, he's an Australian Shepherd. His name is Jack," he mused while running a hand through his hair. "Your favourite subject is biology and maths. You have a thing for Tom Hiddleston. And chocolate-flavoured ice cream is your favourite."

Damn. They are all correct. You didn't even know someone could know so much about you just from your instagram page.

"You know almost everything about me," you almost stutter your words out.

"I hardly think it's much. I bet there's a lot I don't know about you," he comments.

There isn't. Nothing interesting, at least.

Clearing your throat, you once again, change the topic of conversation and make it about him. "Compared to what I know about you, you do seem to know a lot about me."

He hums, acknowledging your point. "Well, what would you like to know about me?"

You shake your head, refusing to make things easy. "Nah, nah, nah. I'm going to stalk your insta and deduce my facts."

He laughs with his head thrown back, putting his neck on display. "Sure, then. Go ahead. Do your research."

You huff as if to say, challenge accepted. Taking your phone out from your bag, you type his name on the search bar and click on his profile when it shows up. 

"Look at that, you haven't followed me yet," Jungkook whispers right next to your ears as he leans towards you to get clearer access to your mobile screen.

You yelp, not expecting him to be that close. Shuddering when his breath hits the skin of your neck, you pray to whatever god there is to give you strength to make it through the car ride.

You try to focus back on the screen and on the silly challenge you have taken. Scrolling through his insta, you realise there isn't really anything that gives away much about Jungkook. His account is full of pictures of his designs and some occasional photos with his friends and of him partying.

What's worse? All posts are captionless. 

Not wanting to accept defeat, you choose to scroll down even further. There must be a time when he put up pictures without giving them much thought. Maybe when he was in high school? Yes, that sounds about right. That's definitely the age when people find even a leaf on the ground worth posting on their social media.

However, your strong sense of determination dims when you reach his last post only to find that it's some quote. 

You huff and lock your phone screen, which makes Jungkook lean back, finally allowing you to breathe freely. 

"This is unfair," you complain with no real bite.

"It's not my fault, I'm just a private person," he defends himself with a wide bunny grin.

"But you know so much about me."

"I assure you, you'll get plenty of time to make things even," he winks, suggesting that this might be both of your first date but definitely not the last.

"You're under my observation," you inform him in a serious tone. "Just wait until I have got you all figured out."

"I will be patiently waiting," his eyes crinkle in the corner as he enjoys the playfulness of the conversation.

Before you can come up with a response, the car comes to a halt and you're reminded that this car ride isn't going to go on forever. You wish, it did though.

Maybe it's the ring that makes you feel confident enough to say what comes to your mind but somehow, you were comfortable like this with Jungkook. But now it feels like the small bubble you were in, has popped. You will have to step out and you are sure people will give you the same looks Jimin and Brie did.

Before you can mentally prepare yourself, a valet opens the door for you. You smile at him and step out.

Your mouth falls open when you realise where you are. It's one of the costliest Italian places in the city. 

"I knew you'd like it."

Jungkook feels content seeing the look of awe and surprise on your face. It tells him that you were not expecting to be here and perhaps that's exactly what he wanted.

"I-I do," you stutter trying to find the right words to describe how you're feeling. "It's just that I wish you had told me that we were coming here. I would have dressed accordingly."

"If you were to ask me, you are dressed just right." Jungkook comments. "And you don't need to worry about dressing right. Irrespective of what you wear, you are always the prettiest in the room."

You give Jungkook a small smile to let him know that you appreciate his words. However, his words don't have much of an effect in easing your nerves. 

How can it ease you when you know that everything Jungkook is saying is because of the ring? You know you aren't the prettiest. Something which is highlighted even more by Jungkook's presence next to you. 

Jungkook takes a hold of your hand— totally oblivious to your insecure thoughts— and with a wide excited grin guides you inside. 

"Good evening sir. Good evening ma'am," the receptionist greets the both of you with a warm welcoming smile. "May I please have the name the reservation was made under?"

"Jeon Jungkook," Jungkook replies. 

The receptionist nods and does a quick check on his computer before looking up. "Sam will guide you to your table. I hope you enjoy your time with us."

A waiter approaches both of you and upon reading his nametag you realise that it's Sam.

"Please follow me," he requests, politely.

You and Jungkook trail behind Sam until he leads you both to a more secluded area and ultimately stops near a two-seater round table. On your way, you keep your eyes fixed on the ground and try to make a curtain out of your hair so that people don't get a look at your face.

"Please take a seat. Your attendant will be with you shortly." Sam bows, before taking his leave.

Now that you feel a bit more comfortable with the area being secluded, you set your hair back in position and take notice of your surroundings. 

You look around in amazement and take in how quaint the place is and how peaceful it feels. Unlike the low murmur outside, there's a low soothing music in the air which greets your ears and makes you relax. The lights are dimmed and to make up for it, hangs a chandelier right above the table and a beautiful vase of bright red roses sits at the centre. Dare you say everything looks very romantic? 

The sound of chair scraping against the floor catches your attention. 

"Per favore prendi posto," Jungkook says with an Italian accent. Tries to. It comes out so adorably terrible that you end up laughing.

He frowns, confused. "Was that funny?"

You try your best to stop your laughter but the confused expression on his face doesn't help. A few moments later, as your laughter dials down to small chuckles, you finally manage to reply to his question. "It was unique. I have never heard that accent before."

Jungkook squints his eyes and extends his hand for you to take. "Why don't you teach me then?"

You put your hand in his and let him guide you to your seat. "I know for a fact that every time I try to do an accent, it comes out terrible. So, I'm not even going to try."

Once you are seated, Jungkook does the same. "Well, I should at least get points for trying. I listened to a few Italian phrases over and over again during our  entrepreneurship class."

"Well you do get points for your efforts," you smile cheekily and shrug.

"Well you're worth the effort," he flirts, not missing the opportunity.

Worth the effort. Something about those words makes your smile drop.

Mayhaps, it's because you have recently been questioning your worthiness and have been wondering exactly how much of the good things and experiences that you have always wished for, do you actually deserve. 

Going on a date with a handsome guy and having your heart flutter at the romantic gestures made by him, had always been something that you wanted to feel and experience.

Here you are. Having exactly that experience but feeling way different than you had imagined. 

Here's Jungkook, saying how you're worth the effort and all it does is remind you of the fact that it's all because of a ring. That you need a ring for someone to think that way. 

Ironically, it makes you feel worthless.

"Good evening, I'll be your attendant for today," a waitress arrives and introduces herself to the both of you with a smile. However—and you might be wrong—but the smile she shoots at you and the one she shoots Jungkook seem different. 

"Uhh right," Jungkook trails off awkwardly, realising that the two of you haven't taken a look at the menu at all. "We have not yet decided what to order."

The waitress smiles, putting her beautiful set of teeth on display. "That's not an issue, sir. Just let me know when you're ready and I'll take your order."

With that she bows and leaves.

"Take this," he hands you a menu book while he opens another copy of the same. "I have never been to this place before but I have heard that the food is good."

Your eyes scan the list of food items on the menu book and the prices next to them. Everything is overpriced but it does not surprise you. As long as the preparations are good, you think.

After much thinking, you choose to order lasagne while Jungkook orders risotto. 

When the waitress is done taking the orders, she asks if there's anything else the two of you would like. You can't help but notice how despite the question involving both of your choices, her question is directed at Jungkook. Her eyes remain fixed on his and she totally ignores your presence. 

It's only when Jungkook asks if you'd like some red wine that she is forced to acknowledge you. 

"Yeah, sure." You could really do with some wine now.

You exhale a sigh when the waitress leaves. To not overthink what her behaviour could possibly mean—although you already have some idea—you try to make a conversation with Jungkook. 

"This place is really nice," you look around, appreciating the little details that make this place such a calm and soothing one. "You have good taste."

"To be honest, I just googled the costliest Italian place near me and this came up."

You quirk a brow, finding his thought process to be somewhat funny. "So you just wanted to show off how rich you are?"

He finds your question amusing. What he finds even more entertaining is how directly you ask him about it. "Well, being rich is supposed to be attractive."

"I mean I guess everyone has their preferences," you nod, not giving his words much thought. 

However, your casual tone has Jungkook suddenly curious about whether you find it attractive or not. 

"What are your preferences? Do you find rich guys attractive?"

"I won't necessarily say so. I mean sure, it's ideal if a person is well off. But it's not like being rich is a character trait or something."

Jungkook finds himself feeling confused by your words as it doesn't make it clear to him. You said you don't really find it attractive but then you also mentioned how it's ideal if it's someone who's well off.  

You notice the look of confusion on his face and elaborate your point a little. "If you were to imagine the perfect case scenario, you'd obviously imagine there to be no lack. Why would you daydream and imagine a person having any sort of struggle, be it financial or of any other form?"

Jungkook kind of gets your point. Perfect case scenario; the person is well off. But it still doesn't satisfy him as not everyone can afford that lifestyle. "Not everyone's rich, though. There's only a small part of society that can be classified as rich and well-off. Does it not make the rich ones more attractive and more desirable?"

You hum, finding the conversation interesting. "Again, like I said it's about individual preference–"

"What do you prefer?" He cuts you off, reminding you how his initial query was about your preferences. He couldn't care less about other people's choices if he were, to be honest.

"For me, I don't think I have considered a person's bank balance before going out with them," you muse, thoughtfully. "So no, I don't think being rich makes someone attractive."

"How come?" He prods finding your response simply absurd. 

"For one, it's their parents'. No one becomes rich at the age we are unless you're in the entertainment industry or you own a startup that took off really well," you hum and pause for a moment or two, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. 

"Second, money is never stable. You can be a billionaire one day, a millionaire the next and broke the day after. It could go vice versa as well, you could become a billionaire from being broke," you add, your words spilling out one after the other. "Wealth will come and go but if my attraction is based on that, then it's bound to be fickle." 

When you had initially said that a guy's wealth is not necessarily attractive to you, Jungkook presumed that you were lying. But as you speak he can sense the amount of thought you're giving into your words and realises that you were speaking the truth. 

"Being wealthy is advantageous though." 

"Never said it wasn't–" you agree, "–and trust me no one knows that better than the people who come from a humble background." 

"What is that supposed to mean?" He tilts his head, trying to understand where you're taking this conversation.

"Some like to assert their superiority by displaying the advantages they enjoy. They believe that others need to be reminded of the luxury the rich can afford. Which is kind of stupid because, people who aren't well off, are aware of it already." 

"Do you think I consider myself to be superior just because I'm rich?" A challenging look enters his gaze as he asks the question that comes to his mind immediately after hearing your words.

"We wouldn't be having this conversation if you didn't," you reply, not faltering under his gaze and perhaps for the first time, it's you who smirks in satisfaction.

Jungkook, who had been leaning forward and had one of his elbows on the table, now reclines such that his back touches the chair. He looks at you for a few moments and then suddenly breaks into a fit of chuckles. Something that causes you to giggle as well. 

Jungkook has never been shy about the wealth his family has acquired over the years. Be it in the way he throws luxurious parties every once in a while or be it in the way he chooses different cars to arrive at college, he always makes a statement about his wealth. It is also one of the many reasons why he has never had to put much effort into getting the girls he has been interested in. 

He does not know how many of them have found his habit of displaying his money attractive and how many have found it the opposite, but one thing's for sure; no one has ever called him out for it right on his face. And he just can't help but find amusement and humour in it. 

He doesn't even know how the conversation came to this, because to be honest, it's a very weird topic of discussion for a first date. But he won't lie, he enjoyed it nevertheless. It was refreshing.

The rest of the evening goes by just fine. Once the wine gets in your system, you loosen up and giggle at the smallest of things. The dishes, although overpriced, are delicious and are a great treat for both of your tastebuds. 

Perhaps, the only thing that makes you uncomfortable is the waitress. Every time she comes to your table, she somehow manages to intentionally ignore you without making it obvious. Her total disregard for you and the unnecessarily wide grins she gives Jungkook, makes you squirm in your seat.

However, you try your best to ignore it. You succeed at it even. But once you two are done with your food, she comes with the bill and what you have been trying to ignore, becomes unavoidable.

You take the bill, intending to split it in two when you notice that she has left a small note at the bottom. 

Call me when you get bored with her ;)

And right below it, is her number.

Your mood deflates dramatically when you read it. Is it that obvious to others, that you aren't exactly what someone would prefer? That sooner or later, someone would get bored of you?

Believing the answer to these questions to be yes, you pretend to not have noticed the little note and pass the bill to Jungkook. 

After one month, when you remove the ring and when Jungkook ultimately stops seeing you as his dream partner, who knows maybe he will end up using her number. Yes, you can totally see that happening. She's also his type. Unlike you.

Jungkook opens the menu book, inside which lies the bill and notices what the waitress has written for him. It makes him chuckle. "She left her number for me."

Your left eye twitches a little. "I know."

He shakes his head at the waitress's silly behaviour, not paying it any mind. 

You won't ever say it out loud but maybe you expected a little more reaction from Jungkook. Anything to defend you and recognize how disrespectful her words were.

But you try pushing those thoughts away. It's only for a month and Jungkook is most likely more than used to girls giving him their numbers. Moreover, it's not like Jungkook would be here sitting in front of you on a date, had it not been for the ring. Who are you to expect things from him when you're doing something so low? Beggars can't be choosers.

"I am gonna pay my share of the bill using card," you inform him, unzipping your purse.

Jungkook frowns at you. "You do realise that I'm the one who's paying right?"

"Nope, we are gonna split the bill in half," you vehemently disagree. 

He is baffled at your weird behaviour. He's the one who asked you out on a date, he's the one who chose this place and hence, shouldn't it be a given that he's the one who's going to pay? 

"There's no way I'm letting you pay," he states, leaving no room for argument.

Splitting the bill in two, is simply what has always seemed right to you. You have always been the kind of person who would offer and prefer to pay for their share. You believe that to be morally right.

But maybe, if it were someone else, you wouldn't be so hellbent on paying. You would have understood that it's only a first date and that they are more than comfortable paying. If it were someone else, you'd most likely accept their generosity and later take them out on a date to make things equal.  

But it's Jungkook. The same Jungkook who thinks lowly of the real you. If you were to let him pay, you doubt you'd be able to sleep peacefully at night. 

You see how determined he is to not let you pay but you refuse to back down. You gnaw on your lower lip as you come up with something that might just be a little childish and silly. 

Before Jungkook can comprehend a thing, you're getting up from your seat and quite literally start running. Jungkook sits there with his eyes wide in surprise as he fails to understand what just happened. It's only after a few moments that he realises that you're headed towards the reception, to pay. 

This makes him get up from his seat at the speed of light and he too starts sprinting like a man on a mission. 

However, and much to his dismay, when he approaches the reception, your card is in the process of being swiped. 

Jungkook heaves, not prepared to be running right after having a meal. "My goodness, you're something."

"For someone who looks this fit, you really shouldn't be running out of breath after sprinting a few steps," you tease playfully, trying to steer away the conversation from the topic of paying the bill.

He immediately tries to take deep slow breaths to give the impression that he isn't having a tough time getting air in his lungs. "I can breathe just fine. I was just caught off guard by you suddenly taking off."

"You left me with no other choice," you shrug as you collect your card back. 

Having finally accepted defeat, Jungkook swipes his card and proceeds with his payment.

When the both of you are done, you two head out after thanking the man at the reception for their services. Once out, you take a deep inhale of the fresh air, feeling glad that you're out of the restaurant and of the fact that you'll most likely never see that waitress again. You think you're finally done with all the uncomfortable situations for today and find yourself looking forward to returning to the dorms.

You're proven wrong when Jungkook asks a question you didn't even know had the potential of making you feel distressed. 

"Let's take a picture." 

He takes his phone out and opens the camera application. The moment he turns the camera towards you, you bring your palms up to cover your face. 

"Ah, no I look so tired. Don't click my pictures."

Jungkook frowns but complies and brings his phone down. At least, for the time being.

"You weren't this shy when we met the first time," he wonders out loud. You feeling uncomfortable modelling in front of Jimin and Taehyung was understandable, after all, you were meeting them for the first time and you don't have much experience with modelling. The fear of embarrassing yourself is natural. However, the more time he spends with you, the more he realises how shy and skittish you are. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just different from the first impression he had of you. 

Your eyes snap to him when you register his words. Your mind reminds you of the things you did before the ring and it immediately makes you cringe.

"Please don't remind me of that," you mumble in a small voice, suddenly finding your heels very interesting.

"Hey," he whispers upon realising that he might have said the wrong thing. He places his index finger below your chin and makes you look at him. "I meant it when I said that you're always the prettiest in the room." 

It's all because of the ring. You know Jungkook would never say this, otherwise. Despite that, the insecure voice in your head quietens downs a little.

"Even though your hair is a little messy," he adds light-heartedly and pats the top of your head to smooth out the frizziness. "You still look unearthly."

His eyes hold a certain warmth and gentleness to them, that you haven't seen from him before. It makes the rest of the world fade away and makes you whisper, "Thank you."

Had it been anyone else, Jungkook would be making his move and would be kissing them right now. But you're not just anyone else. You're, you. 

Jungkook has always had a certain formula for dates. Ask them out, book a table in an expensive hotel, take them to the destination in one of his luxurious cars, flirt around a little to make them feel flustered and once the date is coming to an end, kiss them. It's always been that simple.  

However, the date with you was different. Except for a few particular moments, he didn't feel like he had the upper hand at all. It was like going on a pre-planned journey but then you took over the driver seat and took him along with you on a ride. 

"Do you want to take a picture?" This time, he asks in a gentle tone, instead of just stating it like he did the previous time.

Although you still feel unsure, you nod.

Jungkook, happy that you finally agreed to take a picture, brings his phone up and positions it such that the both of you are in frame. He tilts his head so that it's touching yours and clicks the picture. 

He looks at the photo and grins, satisfied with the result. "Look at the picture, it is cute."

You fail to find anything cute about yourself but hum, nevertheless. 

When you reach your dorms, it's around eight in the evening. Thanks to Jungkook who wanted to go around the city a little and took the long way back.

Nevertheless, you are glad to be back in the comfort of your dorms. Thankfully your roommate isn't here, which saves you from the grilling questions she would be throwing at you, otherwise. 

You complete your assignments, clean up your room and make yourself a packet of ramen before going to bed. 

With your cheek pressed against the pillow and your arms tightly hugging the plush toy you got recently, you recall the events from today's date. 

It was one of a kind, that's for sure.

At first, it didn't feel quite right. But gradually, you just went with the flow. 

The more you spend time with Jungkook, the more you get comfortable saying the things you usually would. Of course, it's not all rainbows and sunshine but it's still enough. If the Y/N from two weeks ago were to learn about the way you talk to him now, she would most likely never believe you.

Most importantly, you don't dread spending time with him as much.

Ignoring the waitress incident, you'd say that the date was enjoyable even. 

One moment, which stands out to you, however, is the little moment you shared with him towards the end of the date. You weren't surprised by the words he said but the seriousness with which he said them almost had you breathless.

A small smile appears involuntary on your lips as you recall the look in his eyes and it almost makes you feel….shy? 

But the moment you realise what you're doing, you shake away the feeling. It's all because of the ring, you remind yourself repeatedly until the little warmth that you were feeling is completely gone.

Pledging to not think about the date and Jungkook anymore, you tightly shut your eyes and wait for sleep to take over you.

When your eyes open, you're in a whole different place.

You don't know where you are but it feels comfortable, familiar and safe. You look around a little in hopes that maybe you will recognise the place but you fail to find any clues.

After some time, you notice a bright light at the end of the tunnel.

But wait, is this a tunnel?

You don't know. It might as well be a cave. You can't tell, really. Whatever it might be, you don't feel the urge to figure out the exact answer as it feels so familiar. As if you have known this place forever.

However, the light has you curious. What is it? Where is it coming from? What lies out there? 

You hesitate for a split second if you should leave this place of comfort but in the end, curiosity gets the best of you.

You take tiny steps and head outside. The bright light makes you wince in discomfort. A look of irritation appears on your features as your pupils try to adjust to the brightness. You squint your eyes hard and try to look for the source of the light. However, you look away immediately, finding it impossible to stare at the object.

Giving up, you allow your pupils the time it needs to adapt. When you feel comfortable enough to look around, your eyes take in everything about the environment you currently find yourself in.

It's new, somewhere you have never been before which makes you feel nervous. Who knows what you're going to encounter here? What kind of people you'll meet? What experiences will you have? 

A sudden cheer coming from a distance catches your attention and without giving it a second thought, you start walking in that direction. Anything is better than being alone in an unknown place.

However, after a few steps, what you see, dissipates your fears.

You see swings, seesaws, slides and a variety of other rides that look incredibly fun. Birds chirp away, colourful butterflies fly from one flower to another and fishes swim in the pond. 

It's a playground, you realise.

You look down at your feet and only then do you happen to notice that you're barefoot and that you have been walking on soft grass all along. Excitement blooms in your chest when you see how beautiful everything around you is. You have never felt anything like this before. There's so much to do, so much to enjoy and so much to see. 

Deciding that it's the fishes you want to see first, you rush to the pond side and crouch down.

You stare in awe as you see a variety of fishes, varying vastly in size and colour, swim around in the water. Some occasionally come to the surface which causes small bubbles to come out of their mouths. Then, your eyes land on the water lilies and you gasp at how beautiful they are. You look at the water droplets that rest on the petals and you feel awe at how perfectly round they are; like little pearls. You dip your hand in the pond and the cold water brings contrast to the warmth you have been feeling on your skin since stepping out.

Warmth. Light. Too much light.

Suddenly something clicks in your mind and you realise that the source of light you were trying to figure out a few moments ago, was the Sun. 

You giggle at the thought that it took you so much time to realise that.

You're so silly.

Shrill excited screams greet your ears and your eyes snap in the direction the noise came from. Your smile widens even further when you realise it's a group of children playing together. They look so happy and ecstatic chasing each other that it immediately makes you want to join. 

You get up and run in their direction. "Can I join?" A bright grin plays on your lips as you look at them expectantly. 

The children stop playing and look at you. Their bright smiles fade slowly and something cruel, and menacing takes over their features. The sky turns grey, thunder roars and owls start to screech. 

You immediately know that there is something wrong. You turn around and start running with all that you have got.

But you only make it so far. 

A tall, dark, hooded figure appears in front of you and out of nowhere, you lose your mobility. You try your best to move your feet and run but to no avail. 

The mystery figure starts laughing loudly and you start feeling this crushing pain in your chest that's somehow both physical and emotional. You wail and cry for mercy but no one shows sympathy.

God, you should have just stayed where you were. Why did you choose to come out?

Your eyes snap open and the first thing you do is turn on the lights. Looking around you realise that you are in your dorm and that it was just a dream. 

However, that realisation doesn't soothe you. You find yourself still being in flight or fight mode and the crushing pain in your chest refuses to leave.

You get up and grab a glass of water. With a displeased scowl on your face, you replay the dream you just had. 

You have never had a dream like this before. You may have dreamt of monsters and magical places but never have you felt the emotions so vividly. And for some reason, the dream was scarier than any dream you have ever had. 

You go to the washroom and splash your face with water. Taking a few deep breaths, you place your hand on your chest and try to calm yourself down.

After five minutes or so, you feel a bit steady. You splash your face a few more times before looking into the mirror. 

It's only a dream, you tell yourself.

There's no point in trying to look into it or in trying to find some deeper meaning behind it. It may take a few minutes more for the remnant emotions to fade but there's no point in getting so worked up over it.

You sit on your bed and scroll through Instagram, hoping that it will act as a distraction and once again, find yourself waiting for sleep to take over.

The next day, you go to class looking like a zombie because sleep wasn't your friend last night. After that dream, it just simply refused to visit and as a result of which you were forced to stare at the ceiling like a fool. 

You would have honestly preferred to miss the first few classes but then you refused to do so as you owe an apology to Brie. Talking to her and letting her know that you didn't mean to react that way comes way before getting an early morning nap. 

With a practised speech (because you can't risk letting anything about the ring out) that you hope conveys your emotions, you walk into your class and look if Brie's here already. When you notice that she isn't, you find an empty seat and put your bag on the seat next to you, to save a seat for Brie. 

You take out the storybook you started reading only a week ago and start reading it. However, after a few moments, you feel as if people are looking at you. You try to ignore it, thinking that it's just your mind playing games. But it soon becomes so uncomfortable that you are forced to look up from your book. 

As it turns out, it wasn't just your mind playing games. People really are looking at you and are murmuring among themselves. 

Before you can even come up with assumptions as to what this is about, someone taps on your shoulders, aggressively. 

And of course, it's Brie. 

"Explain this," she demands and shoves her phone at your face and looks at you, expecting an answer. 

"Geez, calm down," you say with a light awkward chuckle. 

"Sorry, can't," she clicks her tongue in annoyance and urges you to take a look at her phone.

You do so and look at the screen and you suddenly understand why people are looking at you weirdly. It's the same picture you and Jungkook clicked yesterday using his phone. The only difference is, it's now on Jungkook's instagram available for everyone to see.

"Shit," you whisper as your face pales. 

You didn't for once consider the possibility that he will upload the picture on his Instagram.

There's nothing you can do now, you realise. It's already out and by the looks of it, is a topic of discussion among your peers. 

Your eyes fall on the ring and a feeling of annoyance sparks within you. You thought this ring would make things easier for you. You just wanted one month of peace and happiness.

Why then, do you find yourself unable to feel those very emotions? 

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Girl Of His Dreams (02)

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 7K

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

Warnings: OC has low self esteem but we been knew, Jungkook is cocky and careless, dilemmas, swear words and that should be it.

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Jungkook wakes up after a few minutes of you repetitively shaking his shoulders and sprinkling his face with water.

"Jungkook?" You call out in relief, the moment you notice the slightest bit of movement. "Are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?"

Jungkook blinks a few times in what you assume is an attempt at clearing his vision. After a few more blinks, he seems to be able to see clearly and his eyes focus on the person sitting in front of him; you. 

Much to your surprise and utter confusion, Jungkook's whole body language changes. He suddenly looks wide awake and shocked.

"Jungkook? Are you okay?" You ask again, considering the possibility that his sudden behaviour change can be a sign of some discomfort he might be feeling in his body. 

Jungkook looks around and when he notices that the place is familiar to him, he seems to calm down and it provides him with a sense of clarity. "I need to go. I have classes." With that, he picks his bag up from the floor and gets up from his seat.

"Jungkook you can't leave–" 

Before you can finish your sentence, he leaves without a single stumbling step as if he wasn't just senseless a few minutes ago. You quickly pay the bills and leave too. You can't just let him leave like that, what if he faints on the road or something?

Until he reaches his class or finds a friend who can look after him, you tell yourself as you start to follow him. You'd call for him, but you don't know what he will think of that. Maybe he'll think that you're trying to win him over or something and will again give you one of those looks that makes you feel inferior.

You don't want to do that plus it's alright as long as he's in sight. If he faints or stumbles, you will know and can help accordingly. 

It is when he nears the art building that he joins a group of guys and starts chatting with them. You sigh in relief thinking that now he's with people who can look after him.

You turn around to leave when your eyes fall on the ring and you chuckle. Guess the ring isn't magical, after all!

You don't know why but you feel a little gloomy thinking that there isn't a magical ring that exists after all. You hadn't given a thought to what you'd do if the ring had some special powers but for a moment there, you had gotten excited thinking that it might help you bring you out of your misery. That maybe you won't have to struggle so much to find love. 

But, alas! 

Now the thought that you entertained the existence of such a ring sounds hilarious and downright stupid to you. Nevertheless, there's one less thing on your mind now.

If there's something you're good at and something that you never had to struggle with, it would be in academics. From the very beginning, you have always been an 'A' student. You have always been meticulous, a quick learner and a hard worker. All of which has simply contributed to your excellent track record when it comes to studies.

The only time you have gotten a C was in kindergarten, in art.

When you received that grade, you had made up your mind to get an A on the next test. It wasn't because you had gotten a scolding from your parents or that you were competitive. No, it was simply because it didn't fit into the collection of 'A's. Your two-year-old self thought that the 'C' must be very lonely and sad that it does not have a friend it can play with. Hence, you wanted the C to become an A, so that it can have fun with the others without being left out.

While you intensely practised the drawings of simple figures such as trees and huts, you also developed a special interest in sketching. The two-year-old got her A and also, found her hobby. Although, it was only when you got older that you realised sketching isn't just a hobby for you and that it is a means by which you express yourself.

Sketching helps you process your emotions and release them. It's simply therapeutic for you. 

But after the latest debacle this morning, when you think of sketching or of the word 'art', it reminds you of the tears you cried in the washroom. It makes sense though. The episode is fresh and you can still feel the heavy emotions on your tongue.

You know that sooner or later, you will sketch with those emotions in mind so that you can move on from it. But before you can do that, you have to remind yourself why you love sketching.

It will take some time but it won't be difficult. You will only have to start sketching something you love in a place where you feel comfortable and at peace and you're sure your love for art will overcome the bitter memories from today. Then, the word 'art' won't redirect you to the pain you felt today. 

Until then, you try your best to focus on the rest of the classes. You were already absent-minded during the first half of classes. You can't afford to do that during the second half as well. With all the assignments and projects that are due, if you miss what's being taught in class, you'll surely fall behind.

Thankfully, you find it easier to concentrate now, knowing that you won't have to face Jungkook anymore and that the ring isn't magical.

Much to your delight, the rest of the day goes by quickly and in no time you find yourself attending the last class of the day.

When the bell rings, you put your pen down and open and close your fist several times to get relief from the tension in your fingers. 

Taking notes can be really tiring. 

You huff when you see that almost everyone has packed their bags and are about to leave. It reminds you that you too will have to get up and walk all the way to your dorms. Only then will you be able to get some rest. 

Gosh, science has advanced so much and yet there's no teleportation.

With rest being the only motivation, you leave your seat and walk towards the door.

You have just stepped out of the class when someone taps on your shoulder. You turn around and you feel completely perplexed when you realise that it's Jungkook.

Before you can get a word out, he starts speaking. 

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He stands there in the middle of the corridor, with his hands in his pockets, asking you the question in a very relaxed manner.

You, however, are anything but relaxed. Every time he's around you feel this pressure of having to prove yourself. With that, also comes the pressure of saying the right things. Saying something that can be misinterpreted in the wrong way, will make you look stupid all over again.

Jungkook mistakes your silence as your way of asking him to go on. And so he does. "I want you to model for my designs."

Now that gets you speaking. 

"What?!" You are sure if you were to look into the mirror right now, you would look like a cartoon character with eyes wide open in disbelief and a look that says they are hearing things. 

"Modelling," Jungkook says as if the word is supposed to explain everything. "It's alright if you don't have any prior experience, it is not that difficult."

You stare at Jungkook and try really hard to make sense of his words and actions. He is possibly just joking, right? But then why does he look so serious and seems to be expecting an answer from you?

"I-I...Why are you asking me this?" You stutter out.

"Why can't I?" He asks back, now somewhat reciprocating your state of confusion.

"No, but it's me." You point to yourself as if it should be obvious. 

"So…..?" He leaves his words hanging in the air in hopes that you will start speaking in full sentences so that he can make sense of what you are trying to say. When he finds that you don't seem to have any intention of explaining where your confusion is rooted from, Jungkook takes matters into his own hands. "Listen, just come with me. See the designs and then you can decide."

Jungkook takes a hold of your hand and mistakes your inability to protest as your compliance and starts walking with you in tow. 

Your eyes drop to his hand that is encircling yours. The sight makes you feel weird as if it shouldn't be there. However, what surprises you is how gentle and warm his touch is. It's almost comforting. Almost. But his words still sting and the gentle touch only reminds you how much hurt his words have left you with. 

The pain reminds you of how clear and obvious he made it that you aren't model material. Heck, it was only this morning that he felt the need to make it clear that him asking for a treat wasn't the same thing as going on a date with you with that look on his face. The look that says he would never consider that as a possibility and is only saving you so that you don't daydream again. By now you can tell what that look means because you have been on the receiving end of it more than once.

How and why, then, is he asking you to model for him? 

You had honestly thought that today's lunch–

Today's lunch. Jungkook had put the ring on you while the two of you were in the cafeteria. Could…..could it possibly be the result of that? The thought leaves you even more perplexed and you feel clueless as to what you should do if that were to be true.

You don't get to dwell in your thoughts for long as Jungkook's steps come to an abrupt halt and you realise that the two of you have stopped in front of the very room, the modelling audition was supposed to take place in. The realisation makes you panic. What if he asks you to audition? A week back, you were ready, overconfident and you had your head in the clouds but now, the thought of auditioning sounds like a nightmare. 

"Come here," saying so, he heads over to a table. You follow him and as you get closer, you realise that there are sketches of his designs laid out on the surface. "These are a few of my sketches. I'm yet to decide which six to keep for the competition but it will be out of these."

"You want me to model wearing these?" In the state of confusion that you're in, you don't find it in yourself to observe the designs properly and appreciate them the way you would, any other time. Right now, your priority is to make sense of the situation.

He nods with a soft smile, one that catches you off guard. "I can't think of anyone else who would be a better fit for my designs."

With those words, any doubts you had about his behaviour being influenced by the ring, leave your mind. There's just no way that this Jungkook is the same one you interacted with before. 

Or maybe he is. He just views you differently. 

Almost as if to confirm your thoughts, the ring starts getting warm again. The sensation causes you to gasp out audibly, which catches Jungkook's attention. 

He smirks flirtatiously, entertained by the sound. "That's a very flattering reaction to my designs, thank you ." 

You half expect yourself to have a negative reaction to his words but surprisingly, rather than his words reminding you of the time you took his flirty words seriously, it gives you a pause. 

You notice the way he's looking at you and it makes you realise that he isn't giving you that look anymore. There's a spark of something behind his eyes. You can't tell what it is but you sure know what it isn't. Judgement. 

The only other time he had looked at you this way was during the first class but that is understandable considering that was the first time you both met each other. However, after that, he made it clear that he holds a particular opinion about you and you have an idea of what that is.

But that's not to say that you didn't want to change the idea he has of you. Of someone, who's too eager, who doesn't know their place and of someone who would mistake the slightest amount of attention being given to them as something more. When you realised that there was no way you can change his opinion, you tried your utter best to not feed into his views further which prove him right.

But right now you can tell that the opinion he had of you, is gone. He doesn't seem to view you through that pre-existing notion and it somehow lifts a heavy weight from your shoulders. It's almost as if Jungkook is meeting you for the first time.

It gives you the slightest amount of confidence to be yourself.

"Sorry to break it to you but I wasn't gasping at the sketches," you reply with a small cheeky smile. Or you hope that it comes out that way. It might as well have looked like you are wincing because you still don't know how to be around Jungkook. 

Jungkook's smirk drops immediately and you have to hold back the small chuckle that bubbles up. It's kind of nice to see him not have the upper hand. 

He clears his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed and tries to change the topic. "Nevertheless, let me know when you're free so that we can get started with it."

Seeing him in this flustered state, makes you feel bolder. "I never agreed to be your model." 

Jungkook sighs. You're playing hard to get. Justified, he thinks. 

"Give me your phone," he asks with his palms outstretched. 

Already having an idea why he's asking for your phone, you don't protest. Handing him your phone, you watch as he types something. The confirmation that he's typing a number comes in the form of the unique sound phone keypads make. 

Jungkook places a call from your phone to his and then gives you, your phone back. 

"What should I save your contact as?" He asks. 

It occurs to you that he has never asked for your name before, it has only ever been art girl to him.

With a small smile, you answer his question. "Y/N."

Jungkook nods as he types your name on his phone. The name has got a nice touch to it, he thinks.

"Text me by tonight to let me know of your decision." 

A feeling of unease bubbles in your stomach which tells you that you might not be able to rest the way you have been looking forward to throughout the day.

Once you're back in the comfort of your dorms, you think about everything that has happened today and you're immediately faced with a massive dilemma. 

The ring worked. That much was obvious in the way Jungkook's behaviour towards you drastically changed. 

But what are you to do now? 

Do you keep on with the pretence and see where things go? But the thought of doing so is immediately met with guilt. Because, after all, doesn't that mean you will be deceiving Jungkook?

Your mother's words about how who puts the ring on you, starts seeing you as their dream partner, comes to mind.

The thought of Jungkook viewing you that way, sounds exciting. It would be lovely and ideal for you if that were the case. Who wouldn't want a man like him?

But deep down, you know you can't accept that. You can't accept love in that form because whatever Jungkook might be feeling for you, isn't real. It can't be. 

The other option with you is to remove the ring and letting things go back to normal. But then that would mean returning back to the you, that has never been good enough. You have always felt ashamed about how you were never the person you'd like to be.

You sigh when you realise you have to choose between guilt and shame. 

You'd think having a magical ring would make things easier and magically fix the issues you have, but you're only left with difficult decisions to make.

You glance down at the ring and think about it. If you let things go back to normal, wouldn't that mean that you're simply not putting the ring to use? After all, isn't that what the ring is made for?

You know what wearing the ring means. Jungkook will keep viewing you as his ideal partner. But would that be so bad? 

You know you'll feel guilty for doing so and for deceiving him. But at least there will be a reason for that guilt. That guilt won't make you feel powerless as it will because of something you have willingly done. That guilt is acceptable. However, feeling shame for being the way you are, is something that you never chose for yourself. You are the way you are, you have always been this way and with the shame that comes with being you, there is no explanation or reasoning. Most importantly, that shame makes you feel powerless.

Is it so bad that you want to let yourself escape from that shame? Throughout your life, you had to let go of a lot of things that you wanted. No matter how much you tried, some things always remained out of reach as you were never good enough to have them.

If the price you have to pay for feeling like you're flawless and enough, is guilt, you will gladly take it.

Your intention isn't to get with Jungkook, rather it's to feel that you're worthy of feeling the love of someone like Jungkook.

Plus, it's the ring which is making you look like his ideal partner. Which means the moment you take off the ring, the effect will wear off and so will his feelings.

One month.

You make the decision. One month from now and you'll remove the ring. One month of feeling the way you have always wanted to. One month of letting the magic work for you. One month of not being the Y/N you know. After that, you'll gladly give up the ring and return it.

Making up your mind, you grab hold of your phone. 

You: Hey, it's Y/N. 

You: I'll be your model

You anxiously chew on your lips after shooting the text. He hasn't changed his mind, right?

Thankfully, your phone beeps only after a few minutes and you immediately unlock the screen and open the message.

Jungkook: I was waiting for your text. 

Your anxiety is washed away and the thought of him waiting for you to text does something funny to your stomach. 

However, you immediately push the feeling aside, reminding yourself that it's only because of the ring and try to think of a proper response to his previous message.

You: well I'm flattered :)

Jungkook: that smiley is cute 

Jungkook: btw can i ask what made you say yes

You look at his question and answer him with the truth. 

You: thought of giving it a try 

You: i have never experienced something like this before

Jungkook: that makes sense 

Jungkook: although to be fair I wouldn't have taken no for an answer

You: 🚩🚩🚩

You: tell me you're a red flag without telling me you're a red flag 

Jungkook chuckles at that. 

Jungkook: judging me too soon aren't you?

Your smile fades in the slightest when you read that. You wish you had the courage to counter him with the exact same line.

You: it's not like you're giving me any other choice 

Jungkook: well then I hope to get to know you better and change your opinion of me 

You: we will see ;)))

A knock on the door catches Jungkook's attention and he looks up thinking that it's you. His excitement, however, dwindles when he realises who it is. 

"Tina," he acknowledges her presence with a small nod.

"Am I early?" She asks, looking around at the empty room and noticing that it's only her and Jungkook. 

Her question reminds Jungkook of the fact that informing her about the changes had totally slipped from his mind.

"Actually, there's someone else who's going to model."

Tina frowns, surprised by his words. "What do you mean by someone else? You didn't inform me about it beforehand."

"I know, but it was kind of sudden." Jungkook shrugs.

Annoyance shoots through her veins at Jungkook's dismissive behaviour. Not only two days ago, he was being all flirty with her and here he is now, not bothering to give her a proper explanation. She should have really listened to her friends when they said that Jungkook only ever fools around. The moment he has a new girl, it's like the previous one never existed. 

Not wanting to start an argument, knowing very well that there's no point in having one, she turns around to leave the room. Before walking out of the door, however, she leaves Jungkook with one last sentence. "You're a dickhead."

Jungkook has heard that before. So many times in fact, that it doesn't bother him in the slightest. Dickhead or not, he's doing his thing and he's good at it. If anyone has a problem with that, then well….it's their problem, not his. 

"Did something happen? She looked really mad." Jimin asks, entering right after. Having stumbled upon Tina on his way, he had asked her if everything was okay, however, he was met with a 'go ask your friend', and hence here he is, asking his friend.

"Well, I got a new, better model and forgot to inform her in time," Jungkook replies, feeling glad that Jimin is here. At least now, Jungkook won't have to sit here idly anymore.

"New model?" Jimin turns confused. "When did that happen?"

"Yesterday," Jungkook replies with a small smirk as if he knows something, but Jimin doesn't. "You will see why she's perfect for the role when you meet her."

Jimin shakes his head at Jungkook's behaviour. It isn't something new for Jungkook to make rash, sudden decisions. However, he wasn't expecting Jungkook to end things with Tina this soon. 

But again, Jungkook is Jungkook. 

Putting those thoughts aside, Jimin rests his bag on a chair. "Should we work on the designs then?" 

"Yes, please," Jungkook agrees. "I can't wait for the designs to get finalised."

The two of them sit opposite each other and work on what details could be added and most importantly which six designs would be best suited for the theme. 

It took Jungkook months to finish the sketches and now, every time he looks at them, he feels proud. From the moment he learnt about the competition, he stayed up day and night to finish the designs. Nothing motivates Jungkook the way winning does. And he sure as hell, plans to win the competition.

Jungkook's eyes skim through the designs, and he can't help but imagine how you'd look like wearing them. It automatically brings a smile to his face. He really can't wait for the ordered materials to arrive so that he can start working on bringing the designs to life. 

As he's thinking of you, there's another knock on the door and Jungkook couldn't be more delighted to see you standing at the entrance. 

Your eyes automatically land on Jungkook and you're relieved when you don't feel the need to hide yourself when you lock eyes with him.

Of course, it has something to do with the lack of judgement in his eyes. But you think, a small part of it is also because of the conversation you had with him last night. 

You can't forget the immense amount of weight you felt even yesterday while asking him if you could take a few pictures of him in order to complete your assignment. But during the small exchange of texts, you couldn't believe it when you realised you were enjoying talking to him. You were typing out responses without giving it much thought and weren't worried about how he might perceive them.

For the first time, you felt comfortable talking to him.

Now that you're standing right in front of him, you won't go as far as to say that you're completely comfortable but you aren't necessarily uncomfortable either. It's almost like that feeling when you're meeting someone for the first time, where you are nervous about how the meeting will go, whether you will be able to make conversations and whether you will make a good first impression or not. 

You're well aware, that this is definitely not a first meet for you and Jungkook but it feels like it. He's not viewing you as the art girl and you're getting to see a side of him that doesn't resemble the Jungkook you had encountered, at all.

It's as if you are meeting Jungkook for the first time.

"Y/N," Jungkook greets you with a smile, which warms your heart. "I was waiting for you."

"Sorry, for coming late. The building was quite far away." You explain sheepishly as you make your way to the table and put your bag down.

"It's okay, you aren't late in the least." Jungkook dismisses your concern, not bothered by your delay at all. "Meet Jimin, he's my childhood best friend and a student of fashion designing. And Jimin, this is Y/N, she's going to be our model."

Your eyes drift to the other man in the room, and you feel your confidence drop when you realise that Jimin has a look of disbelief on his face as if he can't believe that you're the model.

It immediately makes you look away.

Guess, the effect is limited only to Jungkook. 

Jungkook notices your discomfort and looks at Jimin in confusion wondering what the boy might have done for you to react this way. When he notices the way Jimin's looking at you, he rolls his eyes. "Hey, man, I know she's pretty but don't gawk at her like that."

This snaps Jimin out of his haze and he clears his throat. Reminding himself to be polite, he introduces himself to you. He outstretches his hand and puts on a welcoming smile. "Hey, I'm Jimin."

You entirely miss Jungkook's compliment and give yourself a small prep talk to not believe Jimin's smiley facade. "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you," you say as you shake his hands.

"We can't get started, because our other model isn't here yet," Jungkook informs you. "Me and Jimin were discussing designs and suggesting changes that might be beneficial. You can join us in doing that if you'd like to."

Jungkook says it with such a bright excited gleam in his eyes that you can't find it in yourself to say no. It's almost as if he wants you to join him and involuntarily, a smile appears on your face at the thought that he cares about your opinion.

"Sure, I'd love to," you say, joyfully.

As the three of you take your seats around the circular table, Jimin observes you closely. 

For some reason, he can't believe that Jungkook, out of all people has chosen you to be his model. You are the literal representation of what isn't Jungkook's type. To think that he dismissed Tina, for you, makes him feel tremendous amounts of disbelief. 

It isn't only about him choosing you as his model though. It's also about how Jungkook is looking at you. Almost, as if he's….into you? 

But then how on earth is that possible? Jimin has known Jungkook since he was eight and there's no way Jungkook would take interest in you.

You know how every once in a while someone you swear you know from the inside out, does something that makes you doubt if you know them at all in the first place? 

Jungkook choosing you, looking at you like that, is exactly doing that one thing that makes Jimin question everything. 

As Jimin tries to make sense of the whole thing, one possibility comes to his mind which seems like the only possible explanation to Jimin. 

What if…what if Jungkook made a bet with someone? 

You know one of those bets you read about where they target someone in particular and challenge the guy to win her over or something? Jimin swears if that is the case, he is going to pull out his hyung card and give Jungkook a good scolding. 

However, when Jimin looks at Jungkook, he is forced to shoot that possibility out. Jungkook won't do that. Jungkook can be rude and harsh at times, but he isn't cruel. He would never intentionally harm anyone for the sake of his own benefit.

Jimin stops trying to figure things out when he realises that he has reached a dead end and that the only person who can help him understand this sudden change of behaviour coming from Jungkook, would be the man himself. 

But he can't ask Jungkook these questions right now, so he focuses back on the present moment and the designs.

You try to ignore the weird look Jimin is giving you and focus on what Jungkook is saying regarding the designs.

You might have managed to miss it yesterday but now that you're seeing the designs up close, there's no way you can hold back the expression of awe on your face. They're absolutely breathtaking.

There are such fine details that every time you look at them, there's always something new that you discover. 

What's even more fascinating to you, is the fact that the person who has created all these designs is sitting right next to you. It's not every day that you get to look at art and appreciate it with the artist that has created them. 

"They look fantastic," you say with a wide grin. "I've only ever seen this kind of fancy stuff at the Met Gala."

Jungkook feels elated at your praise. "I'm glad you like them."

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you come up with these designs?" You angle yourself a little towards him. Because that way, it becomes easier for you to ignore Jimin's presence and focus your entire attention on Jungkook. Plus, as someone who is deeply enthusiastic about art, you really are curious as to how he comes up with these ideas. 

Jungkook feels excited at your genuine display of interest in his work. He hates to admit it, but it's rare for him to find people who appreciate art and its creation. 

"When I feel inspired, I just let my pencil do the work," he explains. "I don't overthink about whether the sketch is coming out the way I want it to or not. After the first draft is done, I start the analysing process and add the required changes to get my desired end product."

You nod. That makes a lot of sense to you. It's something that your art teacher in eighth grade had advised you. When your imagination wants to flow, let it flow. Don't burden yourself with the weight of getting things right as it will only kill your inspiration and your love for art.

Before you can reply to Jungkook with another question, a new voice pipes in. 

"Sorry, I'm late, we were having our viva."

You turn around at the sound of a deep husky voice only to see a tall, gorgeous, guy of your age huffing and out of breath and you immediately shrink in your seat.

After the look Jimin gave you, you totally expect this guy to give you the same look. They both are gorgeous and it's of no surprise that they would wonder what someone like you, is doing with someone like them.

"It's okay," Jungkook says as he pulls out a chair for the guy to sit on. "Take some rest and then we can get started."

"You haven't introduced Y/N to him, though," Jimin pipes in, speaking for the first time since introducing himself to you.

"Ah, right," Jungkook chuckles. "Y/N this is Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Y/N."

Taehyung, despite his dishevelled state, smiles at you. And his smile catches you off guard, completely. Unlike Jimin's smile, his one is genuine. His smile is big and boxy, almost as if smiling was his first instinct to greet you. It instantly puts you at ease and you give him a smile in return.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you," Taehyung gives you a little wave. 

"Likewise," you quip. 

"She's our new model by the way," Jimin comments, his words directed at Taehyung. Jimin doesn't mean to sound rude, but he can't be the only one finding this weird, right?

A look of surprise takes over Taehyung's features and you think this is it, this is when he starts judging you. He too is probably going to think the same way Jungkook did before the ring. He's gonna wonder how on earth are you anywhere near suitable for the role of a model.

Taehyung, however, gets over the news pretty quickly and his features slip into an expression that tells you he isn't bothered by it. 

"I didn't realise that," Taehyung says, looking at you. Much to your surprise, you don't find any judgement in his eyes. "I look forward to working with you."

You try to give him an appreciative smile in return but it only comes out awkward. Perhaps, it's because you feel like a deflated balloon right now. All the pressure of anticipating people's reactions is taking its toll on you. 

Taehyung takes a seat between Jungkook and Jimin and there is about another fifteen minutes of discussion before Jungkook suggests that you and Taehyung should practise how to carry yourselves on stage while modelling.

Taehyung, having had the time to regain his energy, voices his agreement immediately. You, on the other hand, feel anxious at the thought of having to model. 

It's absurd that you're dreading it when that's pretty much what you're here to do. But you can't get over the worry of ending up looking like a fool.

"How about, I watch and observe today?" You suggest in a meek voice, hoping that your nervousness isn't obvious. "That way I'll have a better idea of how to do things."

As it turns out, all three men notice your nervousness. However, it's Jungkook who speaks up first. 

"We can do that." He affirms, trying his best to not make you regret your choice. You weren't willing to model but in a way, he was the one, who was not ready to take 'no' for an answer. The bare minimum he can do is to make sure that you don't get uncomfortable and change your mind about modelling.

His words bring in temporary relief and you shoot him a small smile to show your appreciation. 

Once the decision is made, that for today it's only going to be Taehyung who's going to practise, the three guys get to work to make arrangements.

In the blink of an eye, the tables and chairs are moved so that Taehyung can walk without any obstacles in his way. The designs are clipped to the canvas so that it is visible to everyone. You ask if there's anything you can do to help but Jungkook quickly shoots the idea down, saying that there's no need.

Taehyung walks to the opposite side of the room whereas you, Jimin and Jungkook stand next to the canvas. 

"Remember, the ideal time is 15-20 seconds. You can take more than that if you need but there is no need to rush," Jungkook says in a loud tone so that his voice can reach Taehyung.

Taehyung shoots him a thumbs up from the other end and waits for Jimin's green signal. As soon as Jimin says 'go' Taehyung starts walking the way he would if the floor were an actual runway. 

Your mouth parts open at the way he carries himself with his back straight, core tight, and shoulders back and down – but in a relaxed, not a forced, way. As he walks, his arms swing slightly and he keeps his hands relaxed. He keeps a strong pace that is just right, not too fast, not too slow. His hips don't move too much, they stay straight. He looks straight ahead with a look of confidence that simply amazes you.

You're sure, if anyone were to watch Taehyung, they would for sure think he's a professional model. 

Jimin flips the design when it's time to move to the next one. 

The change is barely noticeable but this time when Taehyung walks, there's something mildly gentle about it. Your assumption that this has to do something with his perception of the correct way to represent the piece of clothing, is proven right when he keeps making these small, barely noticeable changes, each time Jimin flips the design.

As you watch Taehyung walk back to his original position and then start walking again, you wonder how exactly are you going to manage to do this and how will you match Taehyung's skill.

You thought modelling would be easy, that you'd simply have to walk wearing the clothes Jungkook has designed. But now that you have seen the designs, you will gladly put aside the hurt Jungkook's words had caused and will admit that he should have someone who will do justice to the designs, as his model. And you really, don't think you'll be able to do it. 

Not when your partner on the runway is supposed to be Taehyung, who walks and carries himself so gracefully. Next to him, you're nothing and will stick out like a sore thumb.

Boy, what did you sign up for? 

Jungkook's hands might be occupied with putting things back in the cupboard but his mind is occupied with you.

It's weird because it hasn't even been half an hour since you and Taehyung bid your goodbyes, but Jungkook already wants to spend more time with you and wants to get to know you better. If he were, to be honest, he hasn't felt this way about anyone before. But that's justified, after all, he hasn't ever met anyone as beautiful as you before, either.

The thought makes him sigh.

In the short span of time that he has known you, he has found himself wishing you could see what he sees. Because even though it has only been a day, he can tell that you are not as confident as you should be. If only you knew what other girls would give to have your beauty and charm.

"Jungkook?" Jimin calls. When Jungkook responds with a small hum to let Jimin know that he's listening, Jimin asks the question that has been on his mind since he met you. "What made you choose Y/N as the model?"

"Well because she's perfect for the role." Jungkook shrugs, without missing a beat, the answer coming to him automatically.

"But Y/N is the kind of girl you'd never choose as your model." Jimin counters, not satisfied with Jungkook's answer in the least.

Jungkook frowns, amused by Jimin's opinion. "Are you sure you know me?"

Jimin sighs, frustrated. He knows he shouldn't bother himself so much with something so minuscule but he also can't just accept it. Because one of Jungkook's main traits has always been knowing what he wants. Which also extends to girls. 

It's not unknown that Jungkook is a bit of a player when it comes to romance. He likes to be free and never gets tied down. And let's just say, if one were to look at the list of girls he has been with, one would be able to tell exactly what Jungkook's type is. 

It's not only that though, Jungkook only ever gives attention to a girl if they fall under the category of his "type". There might be the girl who's perfect for Jungkook, right in front of him but he won't bat an eye at her if she isn't his type. 

One might say, that's very shallow of Jungkook but that's also simply how he is and has always been.

Hence, Jungkook removing the girl who is his type, to make you his model, who isn't his type, is very puzzling to him. 

"Maybe I don't," Jimin says, his voice not hiding the mix of frustration and confusion he's feeling. "Help me understand why you chose Y/N as your model?"

Jungkook looks at Jimin, trying to understand what's going on with the older one. Why is he so hellbent on understanding why he chose you as your model? Moreover, what's there to understand even? Isn't one look at you enough to answer that question? 

Nevertheless, Jungkook tries to think about how he should answer Jimin's question. But when he gives it a thought, it occurs to him that perhaps there's a bigger intention behind why he has asked you to be his model.

"Maybe modelling is just an excuse," Jungkook's words are spoken more to himself than to Jimin. Almost, as if he too is realising something. "Maybe, I want to get to know her on a deeper level."

Still doesn't answer Jimin's question.

"But why?" Jimin prods.

"Because she looks like the girl of my dreams," Jungkook whispers, his eyes locked on the ground as a gentle smile appears on his face. 

Jimin bends down a little to catch the expression on his childhood friend's face. It shocks him to the core when he notices the lovesick smile that adorns Jungkook's face. 

"My god, what on earth are you saying?" Jimin whines.

"Also, because I have met her before–" Jungkook looks up suddenly, totally ignoring Jimin's question, as if he just remembered that he has forgotten to mention something to Jimin. "–in Gangnam." 

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