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VAPOR, pt I. | jjk ft. myg

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x steam!oc

genre: smut, a hint of angst

word count: 10.6k

summary: yoongi never promised his healing time would be easy and when he hurts you enough that you need your other "boyfriend", jungkook is quick to rescue you.

pinterest board: blur | playlist: car playlist

warnings: mentions of a sex toy, jungkook is upset and angry at his hyung, public sex, dirty talk, sexual tension and frustration, praise kink, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), bruising, cum swallowing, going behind someone's back........

note: HI MY LOVES—MY STEAM DRABBLE IS HERE AND I'VE NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED TO POST SOMETHING, OH MY GOSH. OKAY, before i say anything else, i would like to put a disclaimer here: even though all my characters are fictional, they are still human in this world, which means they fuck up, which means they're not perfect whatsoever and never will be. i would like to really put an emphasis on that before you read and if i receive any vulgar and rude asks about this, i assure you that i will not respond to them. OKAY ALL SERIOUSNESS ASIDE—this was fucking AMAZING TO WRITE and i already CANNOT WAIT to start writing another part, this time with yoongi included. i promise to make everything right and—SPOILER—this couple WILL get a happy ending, so don't worry, my loves. ENJOY READING. SPAM MY INBOX. I LOVE YOU.

There’s a mango-scented candle rustling in a bag, resting on the passenger seat, and Jungkook is driving very carefully so as to not knock it over and possibly break it. For a moment, one that reemerges in his headspace as he keeps his foot light on the pedal, he wonders if he should buckle a seatbelt around it and ensure its safety that way, his fear of ruining his surprise for you causing his brain to come up with the strangest of ideas—in the name of the love he carries for you.

Is it love, though?

Jungkook furrows his brows, that thought seizing his sternum enough that he has to turn his music down and let some fresh air in through the window so he doesn’t crash his fucking car. Icy sweat stings his spine, his stomach churning and without sparing a second longer, his eyes take after the sadness of the weather outside his vehicle. His vision blurs and he rubs his eye, one at a time, to focus on the road.

A red light blinks at him and suddenly, there’s fury that he feels deep within chest.

Conceivably because slowing down means he has to face the onrush of emotions sloshing in him. Has to hear the rain not just outside, but inside, too. Has to feel the prick of those raindrops along his waterline. The heft of those clouds outside and inside his clavicles as well, tightening and tightening.

Jungkook sighs, drumming his fingers upon his steering wheel, trying to distract himself from it all. From the invading question that absorbs his body like the vapor rising across the night-clothed street—when did he get so emotional?

Unfortunately, he knows the answer right away.

You’ve been sad. On your own.

It’s been a few weeks since all three of you made a deal to stick together. Yoongi has been brave, his good mood clutching him for a lot longer than Jungkook sadly estimated. You’ve spent these past two Fridays and weekends together, out and about, rolling in bed, rolling in Yoongi’s apartment. It was all fun and games until the boss reached a dead end. Somehow. Jungkook still doesn’t know what it was that Yoongi actually saw—what was that one particular thing that caused him to spiral.

To relapse.

And you didn’t tell him until it was too late.

Perhaps, you did tell him—nonverbally, that is. You stopped adding your signed messages whenever he was texting with Yoongi during the week and even those alone stopped coming in as the days went on. There was something wrong and he knew it. His intuition only proved to be right when another weekend showed its face and it contained no undertone of you. And no suggestion of Yoongi either.

Silence. Dead silence.

And it wasn’t until Jungkook got an incoming call from an unknown number half an hour ago that he realized the gravity of the situation.

It was you who called him up, sobbing into the phone, having stolen his number from Yoongi’s device. As difficult as it was to understand what happened, Jungkook tied all the strings of information you gave him between your broken breaths and blubbering: Yoongi hasn’t spoken to you all day and took a shower alone, the latter being the most devastating of the two.

He felt bad for you, terribly bad for you—but simultaneously, he was upset with you.

Still is.

It’s one of the reasons why he’s driving up to Yoongi’s apartment. With a mango-scented candle and a puffed-up bag of cheese balls. He doesn’t want to think what the other reasons are, not when he’s staring down his gift for you, clicking his tongue at last and reaching over for the seatbelt and sliding it into its buckle. Just in time for the traffic light to turn green.

Now, now he’s speeding down the road, turning up the volume of his car playlist. A slow song by the Arctic Monkeys is playing and it’s a movie—the set of circumstances that are happening in the present. The rain, the tightness in his chest, the but faint adrenaline of the momentum. What is he really doing?

It feels as though he’s following a script, however his eyes haven’t skimmed down the entire thing. He doesn’t know how this is going to end. Hell, he doesn’t even know if he’s doing the right thing because he’s planning on staying outside of his hyung’s apartment. Like hell he’s going inside when his sweetheart—

Jungkook purses his lips. Moves the shift stick. Kills the engine. Closes his eyes.

His heart thumps. Turbulently. It stirs worry in him. What if he’s going to die?

This is the first time he’s left in the hands of the unknown. He’s always had the sixth sense of knowing tactness like the back of his hand, although this time he doesn’t know shit. Doesn’t know if he’s breaking his best friend’s trust. Doesn’t know what’s going to happen once he sees you, possibly wearing one of your nighttime robes. The last time you touched him was the last time he had his release. His hand doesn’t feel as good as yours does—and his orgasm isn’t as fulfilling as when it’s shared with you. He’s brimming with frustration, with anger so vast that he could explode and he knows it’s unfair to be mad at Yoongi, when he himself said it wasn’t going to be easy, that it was going to take a lot of work. But Jungkook can’t help his feelings. Can’t help to see you.

Only you.

Broken, tear-stained, when it should be blush painting your cheeks red from all the love and happiness your own boyfriend should give you as it’s his duty. Something he’s responsible for. Something he should put above himself.

“Drunken monologues, confused because it's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good and you look like you could,” Alex Turner sings and Jungkook’s chin quivers, his heart gaining tempo, his perturbation rising—owing to the violence of that muscle, owing to the state of your feelings.

He wonders if you’re still crying.

He’s outside of Yoongi’s apartment. Didn’t even realize it, mind too fucked up, too full of you.

Grabbing his phone, he sends you a text.

I’m here. Come outside

A reply pings right away.

SWEETHEART: ?

SWEETHEART: it’s raining

He’s halfway typing his response that he doesn’t want to go inside, but he decides against it. Doesn’t want to make it worse for you. If you knew of the dark corners of his mind that don’t particularly like Yoongi at the moment, you wouldn’t look at him with those pretty eyes of yours as you always do.

He can’t afford that.

I have an umbrella

As his thumb hovers above his phone, waiting for your reply, he can almost hear your sigh. Can feel your breath on his clammy palm as he rubs it on his pants in effort to rid himself of the nerves crawling in his veins. The breath he was favored enough to hold in his grasp the last time he had you to himself—clamping your mouth shut as he spanked your clit for being so beautifully responsive to his touch, rubbing it until your eyes whisked back while Yoongi slept beside you, unaware.

It’s engraved in his brain. It plays on loop before sleep overtakes him at night and it’s his first thought in the morning once consciousness reminds him that you’re not his.

SWEETHEART: is it cold outside?

He figures you’re asking the question in order to decide whether you should change or not. It seems as though warm pajamas don’t exist in your world, for the beginning of September is in the process of blooming. It nudges his anger; provokes it enough to fill it with a lethal dose of a yearning to buy you the warmest pair of pants he could find. He clenches his fist, thumb quick to type a response.

Wear something that covers your legs or stay home.

The same thumb shakes at the expression of his firmness, his anger disturbed, wholly—wholly disturbed. If you come out wearing your little shorts—

A reply pings again.

SWEETHEART: ok ill change

And another one right away.

SWEETHEART: ill text u when i come down

That’s a good girl.

He almost types it right then and there, but something within, despite the slowly calming storm of his feelings, despite his cock tightening in his pants at the swift image of your bare legs, at the lingering perception of you being a good girl and listening to him, drags his thumb to his emojis. A sudden renewal of his sixth sense, and he doesn’t understand how it’s happened as it dawns on him, makes him realize that’s not exactly what you need right now. You didn’t call him for a fuck.

You called him for emotional support.

👍🏻

And like the good girl you are, you merely take five minutes. Stay true to your words, text him as you’re coming down and Jungkook grabs his umbrella from the backseat. Doesn’t forget to unbuckle the seatbelt in the passenger seat. Saves himself from the embarrassment.

The trees sway in his direction, inviting him in, once he takes two steps at the time, coming up the stairs. He watches them through the clear roundness of his shield, beckoning him closer. The rain pelts against it, but softly this time. Merciful as it knows you’re about to emerge from the ocean of such unfathomable sadness. It doesn’t wish to frighten you, rather it desires to soothe your escaping, make it less harrowing. Even the wind that whips at him stills as soon as you open the door, bathed in light.

And Jungkook is struck with the notion that he wants to do the same.

You’re wearing flared leggings. Gray. With sneakers of the same color and a white top that hugs your waist, that seems way smaller than the last time he touched it. He gets a glimpse of it, and it unnerves him, as you lift your hand to curl a strand of your hair behind your ear because otherwise your body is shrouded in a flannel that’s too big for you. Too robust for you and your particular liking of tight, little clothes.

He doesn’t want to know who that garment belongs to. Doesn’t even want to come close to unfolding that thought, to even let it get a taste of his burning blood. Because there’s another matter at hand.

You’ve lost weight.

And he’s going to kill his hyung for it.

You step out and it’s an instinct, the way his arm draws closer to you so you don’t get touched by the rain, even if it means the raindrops get to trace the back of his head and the nape of his neck. Yet even that invigorating, tender liquid doesn’t cool the scorching lividness that takes place beneath his skin, beneath his bones. But then you touch his hand, left to left, drag it away and hide yourself in his chest. Everything changes when you do that.

Jungkook explodes. Silently. Gently. His chin quivers again and he doesn’t care that you can hear the tremor of his heart as you lay your ear against it. Doesn’t care that his grip might hurt you as he hugs you back, thinking he could wrap his arm twice around your much different waist. And he takes you like this. Back to his car. He doesn’t even feel the wetness pooling in his waterline, leading you as you walk backwards. And you laugh, you laugh softly while he inhales your mango scent that has somehow even crept up to your scalp, and he doesn’t believe it’s that easy.

It can’t be that easy to make you feel better.

He opens the door for you, a façade of nothingness plastered on his face as he tries his hardest to remain stoic so you wouldn’t see the turmoil churning within every perimeter of his body. And it’s an instinct, too, the way he catches your little purse when it slips off your shoulder, even though he doesn’t see it, too busy devouring your gaze—afraid, awfully afraid that tonight might be the last time he sees your pretty eyes, considering the contempt he’s now showing his hyung.

If Yoongi finds out about this, it’s over.

His life is over, too.

Anger, frustration, sadness, love—how is he able to feel all of those emotions at once? You purse your lips, your weary eyes skip his features all the way to his mouth, stopping at his lip ring and the question rises again in his brain.

Is it love?

The rain falls harder. And so does he, unfortunately.

“I got you something. It’s right there.” He tips his chin to the passenger seat without taking his gaze off of your busy eyes. They’re still looking at his mouth, watching every word come out. He finds it so endearing that there’s nothing more he wants to do than grab your cheeks and kiss you for it. Maybe his frustration would loosen a little bit if he did it. “Don’t sit on it.”

It’s that addition to his previous sentence that causes you to flick those pretty irises of yours up to his. And he studies it as the double meaning uncoils in your brain, even though it was by accident that it tumbled out of his mouth. The weariness in your orbs parts like clouds upon the heavens, though no sunshine spills through them. There’s still a lingering blankness, something unknown, something foreign. Then, the tiniest of smiles curls your mouth and it jolts through him, his heart thudding harder—to the point that even more profound discomfort settles in.

“Did you get me a dildo? I could use one right now.”

The perplex that seizes him almost causes his legs to give out. And he can’t help it, the way his eyes roll back and his hand, with your purse hanging from his forearm, runs down his face. Jungkook wants to get drenched in the rain—maybe if the raindrops put out the sudden fire licking at his every nerve ending, maybe then he’ll come to understand how you manage to be in the mood when your state of mind can’t possibly let you have dirty thoughts.

His cock tightens again and he calls you by your name, firmly. He can’t have this. Not right now. He needs to be sensible. You need it. “Get in the car.”

You listen, but your smile falters. Grabbing your bag from his forearm, you turn around, bending over to wrap your fist around the bag on the passenger seat. Jungkook doesn’t mean to look at your delicious round cheeks and once he discovers that they’re hidden under that layer of the hideous flannel, he sighs a breath of relief. He can’t look at you that way. Averts his gaze, immediately.

As soon as you’re seated, he clicks the door shut. Considers letting the rain have him. Did he make a mistake, being firm with you?

Inside his car, his favorite song is mellowly playing. In the mere few seconds, you’ve managed to suffuse the entire atmosphere with your mango scent and Jungkook inhales it. It takes him into a whole different world, one filled with eternal sunlight as the song portrays it. He finds himself in a country of spring that has been briskly rained upon and now is being softly seared with those shafts of light and speckles of heat, the details of your beauty.

“For the love of my life, she's got glow on her face…” the singer sings and the lyrics plod into his mind. Jungkook wishes the description applied to you at this very moment like it had before, like it had every single time he stole a glance at you. He misses your glow and your glitter and it pierces his unstable heart that he finds no traces of those particles of shimmer on your cheekbones and eyelids as you’re rummaging through the bag, not even on your cupid’s bow as you gasp, gently, discovering he bought you your favorite things.

You’re looking at him with such smothered joy and it would relieve his feelings if he didn’t feel such guilt, if he didn’t feel as though he was a crumbling pillar, a failure undeserving of your time.

You take the candle into your small hands. Such a stark contrast—his heart aches at the sight of it. You pop the lid open, sniff the aroma and your mouth rounds in a terribly, terribly cute manner. Jungkook is glad for the lack of light in the space of his car, which hides his growing manhood. He props an elbow on the door and pinches his nose, trying to regain his composure—

“It’s mango-scented,” you say in disbelief, pouting and Jungkook can’t breathe. “And cheese balls, are you kidding me?” You open the bag right away, plopping the treat into your mouth. He’s surprised you eat just one—it doesn’t feel right. “Thank you. Honestly. Thank you.” You cradle it into your chest and Jungkook has to look away.

What has Yoongi done to you that you react this way to such silly things? He needs to ask, but he fears your answer. And what’s worse, he fears what he’ll do to him once you tell him.

“What did you tell him?” He needs to get away from this place, but it has to correlate with your plan, if there even is any. If not, he’ll handle it. Figure something out.

You take a sharp breath, loading your gifts back into the bag, keeping it nice and safe on your lap. Then, you lick your lips and look at him with an intention that causes his heart to jump right there onto the wonderfully clothed flesh of your thighs. “I told him I was going home.”

Home. Since the moment he knew of your existence, your home has been the place wherever Yoongi resided. It never mattered where. Jungkook grips the steering wheel, knuckles white. “Where do you live?”

You tell him your address. He knows that from this day on, he’ll never, ever forget it. He starts the engine, wondering in the meantime about the ordinariest things of your life. Do you live there during the week and spend your weekends at Yoongi’s apartment? Or has he completely overtaken your life that you spend every hour of it in his presence? He wants to know. And he wants to get some food in that slim tummy of yours. “Do you have any food there? When was the last time you were there?”

It’s you who looks away now, staring ahead, playing with your fingers while the rest are still wrapped around the bag. “I don’t live there anymore. Haven’t been there in months.”

Jungkook bites his lip. Too, too many questions are hovering in his brain—he barely has the capacity to think about them, let alone hurl them at you. “What did he say when you told him you were going home?”

You snivel and his heart on your thighs twitches in pain. He has to grip the steering wheel harder in order not to jump out of this car and kick down Yoongi’s door.

“Nothing.”

Jungkook puts the car in drive, wordlessly, seething inside. He’ll invent another plan while yours will remain its prototype. Will keep you safe.

Safe, fed and tearless.

The drive is quiet, save for the euphonious melodies emitting through his never-ending playlist. The rain has become less severe, soft in nature, only adding to the background noise—adding to the process of your mollification that he’s overseeing. He’s put a stop to the questions. Has figured you have enough of them, for the only reason you decided to lie to your own boyfriend and go behind his back was because you needed to get out of his clutches.

A decision he approves of.

The quietness has helped him regain his composure fully, set some things straight in his brain as the anger in him slowly dissipated. Space is good, for both his hyung and you and he’s proud of you for allowing yourself to get to this point that you walked away. Yoongi, evidently, has returned to his hermit tendencies and Jungkook knows very well that it’s something that he needs in his healing time. It’s who he is; who he always has been. He didn’t push him away too many times for him to be possibly wrong about this and while the information he gained from you that Yoongi changed his ways shattered Jungkook’s heart and glued it back together, he knew, somehow, deep within him, that it was just an effort. For you.

He didn’t think it was a façade because Yoongi is certainly not a phony person.

He did it for you. Tried his hardest. And succeeded. With your help, he’s sure—which makes it all the more beautiful—but Yoongi is still Yoongi.

Someone who deals with things on his own.

And although the distance he needs hurts other people, he doesn’t mean it. Jungkook knows this just as well, despite the fact what he truly thinks is that Yoongi should try harder.

For you.

He needs to tell you this. Needs you to know. But he doesn’t think you’re ready to hear it just yet, which is okay. The plan is constructed, he’s here for you and he will make you feel better. He will caress your heart and make your belly full. Will make you forget for a little while before he gently brings you back to reality.

You deserve this. After everything you’ve been through. Because of him. Because of Yoongi.

And because of this, he no longer feels guilty that he has you to himself without Yoongi knowing. Even if that means he risks his brotherhood, even if that means he risks his affection for you seeing the light of day.

You’re more important.

It’s this thought that gets interrupted by a sudden ring of your phone. You jump, zipping your purse open and Jungkook keeps his eyes on the road. He doesn’t really want to see the kind of picture you have Yoongi saved under. He has to keep his feelings intact. Remain calm.

Your breath shakes. “He’s video calling me.”

Sparks of electricity nip at his fingertips. A surge of adrenaline, the threatening, false notion that he’s doing the wrong thing. Jungkook almost smirks. It’s so fucking thrilling to him.

He lets you decide on your own what to do, but you grow unsure, nerves burdening you. He feels that heft and it’s quick to sober him up.

“Should I get out of this car? Say I’m taking a walk?” you ask, your pretty, pretty eyes wide, your pupils so tiny. Jungkook wants to take your hand in his, take your fear that makes you think these silly thoughts and crush it.

He’s here. He’s going to take care of this. Of you.

“Let it ring.”

You look back down at your phone, lip between your teeth, but Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, the red of the stoplight pervading you with the danger of your girlish freedom. And it does ring two more times before Yoongi gives up.

Good.

You have the right to need to distance yourself just as much as he does. Give him the same silent treatment like he did to you.

There’s a smug smirk plastered on his face when he catches you putting your phone back into your purse before the light turns green. He speeds down the road, driving with just one hand, ready to unfold his plan.

One he’s already shared with you.

He’s taking you to the mall.

His hand itches to take yours as you walk beside him. Strangers stare you down, but you keep your attention on the myriads of shops lining the side of the promenade. He doesn’t understand how it’s possible that there’s so many people wasting their Thursday at such a place like this. At this hour, especially. It kind of makes him regret that he took you here, despite the fact the sole purpose of it was to feed you until you were full. The lights are too bright, children are screaming and running around and it’s giving him a headache, but one look at you changes his mind in an instant. The glow he missed has found its way back to your cheeks and there’s a glint to your eyes that he hasn’t seen in a long while. The paleness is gone and he’s not really ignorant to the way a bush of roses begins to bloom in his chest at the realization.

You stop dead in your tracks all of a sudden. Your little purse slips off of your shoulder. As attentive as he always is, he slides it back up, a smile tugging his mouth to the side. He thinks it’s just so damn cute. And the fact you don’t pay any attention to it as well. Probably used to it.

Red posters of sale adorn the storefront that has caught your eye. Jungkook is unfamiliar with it, but you seem to be completely enthralled by it.

“Where do you wanna eat?” he provokes. Already knows what restaurant you’ll be feasting at, obviously, but poking you is a matter of enjoyment for him. “There’s so many food courts to choose from.”

You look at him and clutch your stomach, as if the mere mention of food made you hungry. A faint, faded light flashes across that glint in your irises before it dwindles away and Jungkook is ready to throw you over his shoulder and push people off of his path to get you there right now.

“Can we… go here first?” you ask, hesitatingly, grabbing a hold of his elbow, but he feels as though you’re squeezing his heart, wringing it out of all that liquid emotion that he swallowed down earlier in the car. Your touch is warm, like the pond water kissed by the sun back at his cabin, seeping into his skin and languidly streaming through his body.

It’s automatic, primal and right, the way he clasps his other hand across your fingers wrapped around his bicep and the way your body draws closer to his. It should be normal to do this when he’s seen you bare—when he’s seen you feral, needy and disappear into your pleasure, one he’s the creator of. Why does it feel so thrilling? So dangerous?

You can meander through as many stores as you want. And he tells you that, or at least tries to, as he smiles at you, softly, and nods his head, letting you lead him inside the shop that has so vehemently caught your attention.

A trillion styles of jeans, tiny tops, skirts and shorts of the same size, Jungkook understands your fascination as he takes it all in. And he’s pleasantly surprised when you indulge him as you fondle every material of every clothing you like, telling him how pretty you find it. You’re not timid to show him your disappointment either, wrinkling your nose, when the fabric is too frail or too expensive for the price, muttering vulgarities directed to capitalism and leading him away.

It isn’t until your sight stumbles upon a rack of dresses that your breath, audibly, hitches in your throat. And you unlink your arm from his, going straight for your seemingly new obsession.

A red dress. A sheer fabric, more like. With roses sewn in, a split in the middle, one strap covering only a part of the hanger. It’s the only piece of clothing you actually take into both of your hands, putting it against your body, as if to see what it would look like on you. Fuck if he knows what you’re doing—all he knows is that his throat is dry, the image of you wearing something like this making him a living, breathing corpse.

Jungkook clenches his fists. Even more so when you disappointingly click your tongue upon seeing the price tag, putting it back where you found it. The thought of you not having that dress causing his heart to lodge, tightly and disturbingly, in the shriveled walls of his throat.

Not happening. Not under his watch.

That dress was made for you.

Jungkook licks his lips. Doesn’t stop the words from spilling out. “Why don’t you try it on?”

You give him a look as if he was a mad man. And he is. That he certainly is. “Please, this costs more than I can afford. I’d only go home crying if I tried it on and had to put it back.”

He stifles a laugh at how ridiculous you sound. Picks up the price tag. Less than two hundred thousand wons. It wouldn’t even make a dent in his bank account.

He grabs the hanger. Hands it to you. “Go try it on, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes. Don’t look amused at all. Your brows knit ever so adorably and the corners of your mouth curl downwards, arms crossing over your chest. Oh, he’s going to wipe that expression off of your face. Paint it in pretty, pretty colors. “No, thanks. I think I cried enough today. Let’s go.”

You walk past him, but Jungkook stops you. Grabs your arm. Calls your name, firmly. “I’m not gonna repeat myself.”

You huff. “Is there something wrong with your ears?” Your brows quirk and he thinks he died again. Might melt into a putty. Just for you.

He smirks, showing his teeth. “It’s no issue for me,” he says, speaking of money, taking your hand in his and enveloping your fingers around the hanger. “So be good and try on this dress for me. Off you go.”

Jungkook turns you around and, with his palms on your shoulders, he leads you towards the dressing rooms, not stopping until he finds one that’s unoccupied. You huff and puff again, but he gently pushes you inside. And when you open your mouth to say something, he drags the curtain to the side. A laughter bubbles in his chest.

“You’re not buying this for me.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “Strip.”

There’s no witty remark, no exhales of your exasperated breaths, only the obnoxious music blasting through the speakers and he assumes that you gave in to him. A tendril of proudness, not of his actions but for you and your good behavior, swims in the hot bloodstream of his veins and it’s now, now that he’s almost alone and you’re out of view, save for your feet clad in pink socks under the curtain, that he perceives that he’s coated in sweat. The disorder of his colorful, all kinds of feelings has turned him so numb that he doesn’t even feel grounded in his body. He needs a strong sip of alcohol. And a good meal.

He begins to flutter the sides of his leather jacket, just to alleviate himself of how hot he feels, when he hears you gasp, your footsies shuffling on the carpeted floor. He takes a step towards the dressing room, a trembling hand reaching for the curtain and stopping there—a spasm of nerves zaps his abdomen, spreading iciness to the tips of his fingers. He knows what he’s about to see will make him a dead man for the third time this evening and because of that, he takes a deep, soundless breath, closing his eyes for a mere second before his hand pulls the curtain away.

Nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.

And nothing is what you’re wearing underneath the dress.

Abruptly, there’s no music. There’s no gasps emitting out of that marvelous mouth of yours. And the film in front of his eyes is in slow motion, accompanied by the winged fuckers going equally mad inside his stomach. You’re twirling. From side to side. Patting down the material tight against your slender body. A grin on your face, one that he’s last seen during that time joy rested in you, bathes you in a glow that he longed to see. The glint, the light in your eyes takes on a whole new intensity and it shoots embers into his bare hands, burning him ferociously and curtly—just for him to find that he likes it and that he wants more. You turn around, facing him, and you swathe him with that flaring, almost raging light. It’s the sole thing he senses amidst the numbness of his headspace.

Except for one thing.

The ruffle of the sorry excuse for a rose beneath the singular strap of the dress is but an inch above your stiffened nipple while the other, just as excited, is left bare for his eyes—as if the principle of being exposed like that awakened your body. But it’s the vast, stitched red buds of that flower across your small waist, stomach, mound and the apex of your thighs that brings his attention to this other thing that he’s aware of.

He’s hard for you.

This image of you will perpetually haunt his dreams. Your little, carmine rose tattoos as if lining your skin, mainly. His throat swallows, dryly.

Jungkook cups himself in an effort to hide his arousal and his bafflement from your stark, astonishing beauty. He thinks you’re unquestionably otherworldly, so far beyond his reach and his league that it aches. As much as the apprehension that if you wore anything else in this fucking dressing room, he’d fall to his knees just the same.

And then you speak and somehow you bring sharpness back into his reality.

“The socks go well with the dress, don’t you think?”

Jungkook glances at your feet and what he sees makes him pinch his eyes and let out a rumble of laughter. There’s a fucking Pikachu on your socks, grinning up at him, mocking him for getting hard for you for the third time.

He can’t look back up and be a witness to the magnificence of your body. If he allows himself to do so, he will combust. Bring the whole building down—

A set of footsteps sound behind him and, with a racing heart, Jungkook steps inside the dressing room, shrouding you with his body without touching you, pulling the curtain shut. You startle, backing away until your spine leans against the mirror and there’s no space, none whatsoever, for him to run from you because when he turns back around, it’s your eyes he meets first. Nose to nose, breath to breath.

When did they start making dressing rooms so fucking small?

His breath picks up speed. He wants to pretend he doesn’t see the thick veil of your feminine carnality shunning out the light in your irises, because he can’t afford this, not when you’re sad, not when you need a friend, not when he needs to be stable for you. But the more you look at him, the more you draw him in and he has very little strength to fight against it.

Averting his gaze, he props a hand on the wall beside your mirror. Notices your clothes, untidy, sprawled on the bench. Finds no traces of you taking off your underwear, which means only one thing.

His heart nearly skips a beat.

“Where’s your underwear?”

Your grin forms into a smirk and you latch both of your hands onto the sides of his jacket. Danger mingles into that carnality in your eyes and Jungkook knows, right at this instant, that he’s fucked. “Didn’t take any.”

His cock hardens even more in his hand. A brief flashback of the way he ripped your panties off at his cabin when you disobeyed him fills his mind, and he grows weak. It’s still a private pleasure of his, one that he likes recollecting, no matter the events that took place after. And the whole escapade has caused him to form a certain attachment to your underwear—or lack thereof. Knowing you didn’t take any on your first, secret night out with him suffuses him with delectation, one that intertwines with a rising question in him.

Did you choose not to wear it for the sake of the old time or did you choose not to wear it because you’re expecting something from him?

He yearns to know. Needs to.

“Why?”

Your fists bunch up his T-shirt underneath the jacket, tip of the tongue darting out to lick across your top lip. Your eyes follow the way you squeeze the fabric and Jungkook catches your long lashes quivering at your discovery of his quite prominent problem. A blush scatters along your nose and cheekbones and he doesn’t have to look down to know that his hand scarcely conceals his imprint. He’s grown harder for you in this close proximity and, peculiarly, light pervades him now that you know about his arousal, even though he doesn’t expect you, nor demand from you, to do anything about it.

“Oh, you know.” Palms flat, you drift them down his stomach. Jungkook stiffens, a forest burned by you. “It would only get in the way.”

He sucks in a breath, pressing his other hand beside your head, caging you in, his cock in full clothed glory for you. His head spins, but paradoxically, he feels himself gaining strength, as if you managed to rejuvenate him by laying out your cards on the table in such a filthy, electrifying manner.

“Get in the way of what?”

You mirror him, sucking in a breath of your own. “Get in the way of you fucking my brains out?”

A quirk of his brow. A twitch of his cock. He can’t breathe—you’ve taken all of the remaining oxygen in his lungs when you sucked in that breath and uttered those dirty, dirty words. How are you capable of this? What has Yoongi done to you? Jungkook drags his teeth up his bottom lip, although it attenuates close to nothing. His arousal only blossoms, the bush of roses in his gut thickening, so akin to your little, feigned tattoos. He yearns to feel them under his palm.

A dead man, for the fourth time.

His knees might give out. His hands are clammy.

Though his mouth acts on its own. “Have you forgotten what I’m capable of doing?”

He watches the flashback swim past your irises and it connects to your mouth, expanding it into a coy smile. “I guess I have.”

Bad, bad girl. It’s you who’s fucking his brains out, trembling like a little leaf, longing for his touch, calling out for his hands. He feels them buzz, interwoven with your senses and your desires. Even if you didn’t move an inch, if you remained still as a sculpture, his hands would still know you want them and it drives him to the peak of insanity—enough for him to consider taking you right here and there, in all seriousness. In spite of the fact he still has a mind of his own and is aware that he shouldn’t. For Yoongi’s sake, yes—but mostly for your sake.

The tips of his fingers tingle with the craving to rip that flimsy fabric off of you and make you remember what he did to you, even though you fully remember. Something about that fills him with an onrush of vigorous energy, one that needs a release. It whispers, most intensely, its plea for it within his skin.

“Do I really need to remind you?” Jungkook asks, playing your little game after all, digits clenched into fists on either side of your head. You nod, briefly, seemingly becoming smaller in his captivity, hands drifting lower, rooting by his hips. He’s surprised he’s letting you touch him like this, but then he’d let you do anything you want. He sweeps a glance at your form, just once, before he bores his gaze back into yours. It did something to you and he draws closer, senses you squeezing your thighs together. Such a cute, bad girl. “It would be a pity to rip this dress off of you. What would they think, hm? If you walked out of this dressing room and had to explain to them what happened?”

Jungkook drags a finger down your neck and at the first physical contact, you release a breath that wafts over him, deepens his heat. He traces the line of your strap until he reaches the frilly bud of the rose and tugs at it, just once.

He’s about to continue taunting you, but you catch him off guard.

“I dunno, I’d tell them I wanted you to do it. That I needed the reminder,” you whisper and your low tone of voice curls unfathomably somewhere within his gut, forcing him to double over. You hook your fingers around his belt loops and Jungkook brims with gladness that he didn’t wear a belt. “What was it that you did to me?”

He nearly, nearly rolls his eyes back. The effect you have on him—he craves to bunch your hair in his fist, teach you a lesson regarding what you’re doing to him.

And he just might. Take full responsibility while he’s at it.

Two responses swirl on his tongue, however.

One to scold you for provoking him in public, but he knows it would stall the aroused energy and back it away into a corner. The other to keep going and drive you to his level of insanity.

It’s a crossroad and he’s standing in the middle, a man in charge, his morals questioned and at absolute fucking risk. His blood pumps at full speed and sweat lines his forehead. He’s on the verge of bursting. Time and tension presses against him and with all that energy and strength pulsating in him, it’s scarcely the one he needs to put a stop to this all. It all leads into a far different direction, leading him away from the clearness of his morals.

Fuck.

Then, your chest lifts in desperate staccatos and that’s it for him. That’s the breaking point.

No way out.

Only way in.

For you.

Jungkook wets his lips. “How well can you keep a secret?”

In the same trembling staccatos, you exhale in relief and he’s ready to give you everything. Absolutely fucking everything. “I’m the best in the game.”

A flash of light in his being. He’s immensely pleased with your answer, growing hotter and hotter. He inches closer to you, flush to your body, lips by your ear. Feels your little nubs pressing against his upper abdominal muscles. Craves to sink his teeth into the delicious flesh of your ear. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” he starts, mimicking your low tone, speaking of the evident elephant in the room, hoping you catch onto it. “And if they ask, you have to come up with something else. Can you do that?”

He pulls away a tiny bit, just to study your reaction. Your hold tightens on his belt loops while your mouth parts and your head nods in agreement, ever so needy but patient for his next move. He wants to lick you all over just for that, reward you until you lose your voice.

“You teased me with your words, with your little bratty mouth, and even though you listened well when I told you to lick your finger for me, you disobeyed me when I instructed you to not wear panties at my place,” he starts, lips mouthing your ear and he feels the need of your body to stabilize at the memory. Offering you his own, he presses closer to you until he pins you against the mirror, until both pairs of lungs sync in movement, his fingers skimming, barely, over the sides of your hips. Though something resistant takes place in the middle of that entwinement. Something that gives his mouth the aftertaste of copper. “And when I found out, I ripped them off of you. Fingered you so fast you came in seconds and made a mess on my hand. And then…” he pauses, an inkling regarding how to get rid of his uneasiness plaguing his mind. “Then I made you apologize and you did. You did it so sweetly that I made you come so many times until you lost count,” he alters the memory, concluding the reminder finding the aftertaste rapidly increasing, transmitting down to his heart, burdening it with a heavy load that he doesn’t know the contents of.

“Can you show me what you did? I think I might remember better if you do.”

He almost sinks to his knees, but the resistance, the coppery aftertaste in his mouth immobilizes him, keeps him glued on his spot and his hands begin to tremble. An image of Yoongi blazes in the back of his mind and, fleetingly, Jungkook sees a swift movement, a memory of getting hit. If his hyung is in as bad a mental state as he is, it’s inevitable that history will repeat itself. You haven’t received his blessing. Neither has he.

But at this very moment, he thinks knuckles to his cheek will simulate the act of a kiss.

Secrets are secrets and he’s weak.

Awfully, awfully weak.

“Is this what you want me to do?” he asks, looking you dead in the eye, lifting his chin, hoping you see his frailty—hoping you see that he’s hanging by the thread. “Finger you in this dressing room until you ruin that pretty dress?”

A smile. “Well, you didn’t get me a dildo, so your fingers will have to do.”

A sharp inhale of breath. “What about this cock, huh? You don’t want it?”

You drag a finger along his jean-clad length, barely touching him. Jungkook twitches all over.

“It’s too big for me, you know I can’t take it.”

A deep chuckle. He’ll ruin his jeans himself. “If my mind serves me well, you’ve always taken it well. Came around it a lot of times.”

You whine. This, this is your breaking point and all of Jungkook’s muscles tighten at the recognition. He’s gonna give it to you. Say fuck it to it all—his life was damned the moment he set his eyes on you. Knew he was going to die prematurely. Thinks dying in Yoongi’s hands is quite merciful. It’s his best friend after all.

“Please, Jungkook, I—”

He grabs your waist, tightly. His thumbs touch and his stomach drops. “You what?” He’s going to make you say it, he doesn’t care. He needs it. He craves it.

A mewl, one that coils around his length. “I’m so wet. I need you. Please, do something. Anything. Let’s get out of here.”

He turns you around and because you didn’t expect it, you gasp—loudly. Angels must be by his side, for your sounds get instantly swallowed by the blasting music. You can be as loud as you want, as he wants and he makes a mental note to remind you that when the time asks for it.

His fingers gather the flimsy fabric, bunching it at your waist. In the sharp light, shining down at you most perfectly, he has a splendid view of your drenched thighs and swollen clit. He presses you against him, needs you to feel how hard you made him, how rock solid his cock is at the sight of your mouth-watering filthiness. He needs you in his mouth, he needs you.

“Where?” Jungkook asks, staring you down in the mirror, brows furrowed, head tipped to yours, lips in a tight line, parting with every hardened exhale. “Where do you need me? Show me.”

You moan, ever so softly and he can’t help but grind against your ass, fingertips making dents in the flesh of your waist. You take your hand and drift it down to your sweet little cunt and Jungkook holds his breath. You rub your center, your adorable lips wrapping around your small fingers and you show him the thick sheen of your arousal, glistening in the light. Just like you did the first time he set his eyes on you, even though the paradisiacal sight wasn’t meant for him.

Now it is—and he’s nearly about to weep in joy. Such spiritual experience, swathed with gratitude and mercy, healing him through and through. This is for him. You’re willingly giving it to him. He never thought he was ever deserving of it, but now in your hands, at your service, it feels too good to be true. His eyes wet, his arousal taking a new form, becoming something bigger, more profound, something that will change him, cling to him for the rest of his life.

“Here. I want your fingers.”

He takes your palm in his, planning something with it. “Just my fingers?”

You lean your head back against his chest. “All of you, please, please.”

At your service.

Jungkook wraps his lips around your fingers, sucking your dew, swallowing it, needing more. You grow more desperate, watching him in the mirror, and your little index finger grazes his lip ring, smiling sweetly, pleased with yourself. He coos at the sight, but then you turn around, pressing yourself against him, your cunt against his thigh, his cock against your tummy, and you grab the back of his neck and pull him in, harshly, for a kiss.

You eat his mouth. He’s barely able to reciprocate your hungry kisses, the roll of your tongue, your moans at your own taste and he decides he will simply slow you down.

Reaching behind you, his fingers tease your entrance. In response, you lift your ass for him, arching your spine as much as you can. He knows that if he were to pull away, he’d see your juices in the mirror, in the stark light, but your starvation and your craving tastes too good and he physically can’t.

Gathering your slick, he drags his fingers past your parted lips towards your clit and you swirl your hips for him, outrunning him—making the tip of his digit give you the circles you want. He groans into your mouth, out of breath and it isn’t until he rubs your bud rapidly, with deep pressure, and you moan so loud that it alerts him enough to pull away.

The music did not, in fact, swallow that sound.

Jungkook clamps your mouth shut.

Without stopping his movement. Watches your eyes roll back. And he’s greedy, unfortunately so.

Turning you around, he props your leg on the bench and he looks at your pretty cunt. Swollen red clit, like your feigned tattoos, parted lips, dripping hole and equally soaked folds, glistening in the direct light. He swears, can’t help it, fondling your femininity, all four of his fingers gliding with ease, back and forth, everywhere. Down to your other hole, to your inner thighs, back up to your seashell, to your mound and lower tummy. He cakes you with your arousal, one he’s the creator of, bunching your dress higher until he’s holding you right underneath your breasts that spill over his forearm. So full and perky—he’s unhinged. Utterly, utterly unhinged.

He wants to smear your slick over those clothed nipples as well.

Fuck.

Jungkook rubs your clit again, with the same speed as before. Your eyes lid, but keep the eye contact in the mirror, ravaging him through and through. He submits to it, even though he has the upper hand, even though he has the capability to make those eyes go cross. And they do—when he sinks his fingers inside of you, middle and ring, stuffing you full. Your walls suck him in so hard that he almost loses his footing, squeezing you so hard against him that he’s sure he will leave bruises on your tender skin. He silently promises he will kiss them later.

“Is this what you wanted?” He lifts your leg, hoists it up in the air and begins to fuck you speedily, fingers curling in your spot every once in a while. He doesn’t want to make you come fast, but then time is pressing against him and he knows the mall will be closing soon. He still has to fill that belly. Would prefer if you came around his cock. “My fingers fucking your needy little princess parts, hm?”

You moan his name and Jungkook shushes you in your ear, rewarding you regardless by abusing your clit with circles, alternating between those and swiftly fucking you in your tight hole.

“I’m gonna come, Jungkook, I’m gonna come.”

He withdraws his fingers. All of them—even those wrapped around your leg. You sway on your feet, heady, panting, and he stabilizes you with a hand on your arm. He smirks at you in the mirror, fingers in his mouth and you give him a dirty look.

Before you can tell him off, he explains himself. “You’re coming around my cock, I don’t give a fuck, sweetheart.”

His words wipe your face off of that scowl and you smile at him. A sunshine personified. Jungkook chuckles, pushing you against the mirror with his hand on your sternum and getting on his knees.

He places your leg on his shoulder. “Hold your dress for me.”

You listen right away, ever so eager. One hand clutches the hem, the other sneaks to his hair. Jungkook likes it so much that he doesn’t waste a second and envelops his mouth around your little clit.

Just briefly. He has your dew to drink.

He swipes his tongue along your slit. Over and over, until his sweat drips in pearls down his temples and he makes new bruises on the sides of your hips. Even goes one step further and fucks you with his tongue, letting out short little breaths and soft moans against you, gone feral by your taste and your fleshiness. He takes your lips in his mouth, plays with them with his tongue. Pulls away, stares lovingly at them and spits on your clit, sucking it inside his mouth and rubbing his face in your dripping juices, licking up everything you’re giving to him.

And when your knee gives out, he catches you in time, standing to his feet. Doesn’t kiss you. Is selfish. Wants your taste perpetually on his tongue. Your eyes sink to his wet chin and you lick your lips, a feral look on your own gracing your features. You resemble a horny little animal, one that he craves to own and make his. But he can’t burden his heart with that thought. Doesn’t have the strength for it, not when he’s still hanging by the thread.

“How do you want my cock?” he asks, his own eyes lidded, darkness consuming him. “Like this or from behind? You decide. I’m giving it to you. It’s yours.”

You’re left speechless. He taps your cheek, gently, to make you talk. If you don’t, it will be his ruination and he will die. At your Pikachu-clad feet. A sweet, sweet death. Ideal.

“I—I can’t take it from behind.” A deer in the headlights, terribly cute.

He chuckles, caressing your hair. “But you have.” He grins, but it’s an answer for him. He’ll take you from behind in the safe confines of your home. “Like this, then. It’s more than perfect, sweetheart.” He kisses you, deeply, but he doesn’t give you his tongue. His heart expands, his affection crawling all around the kiss. He wonders if you can feel it.

Pulling away, he unbuttons his pants and takes out his length. He’s soaked his underwear, but he doesn’t mind. His arousal drips down and he rubs it along his tip to make it as painless for you as he can when he enters you.

And once he does, your eyes roll back and you break into whines, ones that fuck with his brain. Your leg is wrapped around his torso, but he joins the other one, holding you by your splendid little cheeks. Like his fingers, you suck him in, even though he hasn’t given you all of it yet. He’s already losing it. Doesn’t know what’s going to happen to him once he’s balls deep. He won’t last. He physically can’t.

Jungkook bites your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. “You want all of it?”

You tug at his hair. “Yes, all of you.”

At your fucking service.

He sinks deeper into you, hissing, furrowing his brows, sweat dripping down every perimeter of his body. Your mouth latches onto his neck and he’s gone. Even more so, when you graze your teeth upon his skin before you suck it—like he sucked your lip. He fucks you hard for it, making you let go of his neck and moan against the column. It pleases him so much that he does it again, a warm pressure coiling in his lower belly. It creates a cacophonous sound, your body colliding into the mirror and it mingles, beautifully, with the music playing. As well as the squeaky noises of your slick gliding along his cock every time he draws out.

“Who do you belong to tonight, huh?” Jungkook rasps, filling you balls-deep just like you wanted, driving into you slowly until his pelvis kisses yours. “You can be as loud as you want, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna hear you but me.”

Rapid, whiny moans. He mimics their speed while maintaining eye contact with you and he groans when your eyes go unfocused, mouth parted. You’re just as gone as him. He pecks you for it, so terribly pleased. His orgasm inches closer, enveloping him with even deeper, thicker darkness.

“To you, Daddy,” you cry out and because you called him by the title, he maneuvers you. Hoists you higher on his cock, with your legs now dangling from his forearms. And like this, he drags you up and down his length, his own moans breaking at the feeling of you tightening around him. He’s gonna come now and it’s your fault.

“No, sweetheart, you can’t call me that when we’re here,” he scolds, shaking his head, brushing his lips against yours. “I can’t ruin you the way I’d like. They’d kick us out.” He kisses you, slowing down his tempo, stalling his orgasm. “Now apologize or you’re not coming.”

“I’m so sorry. I won’t call you that in—in public.”

A rewarding kiss to your neck. A hard stroke. One that blankets his vision with colorful stars. “Good girl,” he praises, looks down at you and kisses you without breaking the stare. “Now you need to be the best girl and come around my cock. I can’t fill you up—you didn’t wear your panties. I’d ruin your leggings for everyone to see.” You cry out again, the idea dizzying your mind as much as his and you tug at his hair, scratching your fingernails down his neck, touching him all over. “Can you do that for me? Can you come for me and not make a mess like the last time, hm?”

He pounds into you, the strokes so hard that the sound of skin slapping turns disturbing and he holds his orgasm for your sake, all of his muscles clenched, stars dancing across his vision, pecking your features. And that’s it for you.

You come so hard around him—and you are the bestest girl in the world because you manage to keep your eyes on him throughout the entirety of the wave of your orgasm washing over you, licking up at your body. Mouth parted, his name slipping past, a deep tinge of red, deeper than your dress, flushing your cheeks, eyes dazed, so gone, so fucked out, dark and alluring, so akin to his.

His bestest girl. His sweetheart.

He needs to pull away. He needs to come.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re tired but I need you to take off your dress and get on your knees.”

You do it so quickly, without talking back, that even his own flush finds its way to his cheeks, his heart growing even larger and hotter, winged fuckers zapping his stomach. He fucks his fist in your face, loving the way you’re watching what he’s doing for a little while with a lingering hunger before you flick your eyes to his, beckoning his orgasm out of him.

“Good girl,” he whispers, muscles straining, movement quickening. White clothes the colorful stars, the warmth in his stomach on the very brink of exploding. “Open your mouth.”

And he paints your mouth in the same shade of white. You’re so good that you wrap your lips around him, sucking him softly, making popping sounds that prolong his orgasm and he grasps your hair in his fist, gently, despite the violence of his release. He’s not just giving you his cum; he’s giving you all of his affection and when you swallow and smile at him in such a kind, beautiful manner, it wets his eyes in a way that he can’t explain.

He helps you get on your feet and you worsen his state of emotions. Like earlier, you fold into his form, hugging him skin to skin, squeezing him so hard that he stops breathing altogether. And when you begin to weep and smear his chest with your precious tears, he weeps with you.

Never in his life before has he experienced such embrace, such love unraveling in the form of tears and quiet sobs. And he doesn’t want to absolve this again. With you, it’s perfect. And right now, he could die with the utmost certainty that you’re both crying for the same reason.

Love unable to be real, to be fulfilled.

He senses it. Senses it in the way he cradles your head and wipes your tears away. In the way your lips wrap around his, kissing him as if this was the very last time. You don’t have to say a word. He knows. And it’s enough.

Jungkook dresses you. Runs his fingers through your hair in effort to fix it and make it look as nice as it did before he ruined it. And his eyes drench again when you zip him up in the meantime. No one has ever done that for him.

The warmth in his heart heightens. He doesn’t understand how it’s possible.

Taking your hand, purse and your dress, he leads you to check out. Pays for it. Carries the bag. Pretends you’re his; pretends his duties are nonexistent and his morals have different colors—just for this night. Doesn’t let go of your hand, even as he orders a good bowl of soup for you and himself, even as you sit down together and wait for your food. Even as you look at him deep in thought.

“You saved me,” you unravel, a soft, tender, drowsy mien gracing your face and his heart thuds against his ribcage, gratitude surrounding it, eyes wetting again. “Thank you. And for the dress. I’ll only wear it for you.”

The thuds halt. And it’s the only thing that does—a tear rolls down his cheek and he can’t truly believe he’s baring his feelings like that for you, in front of you. He feels as though he was dreaming and he fears he’s going to stir to awakening any moment now.

A waiter brings your food. None of you pay him any kind of attention, though you don’t forget to say your thank you’s.

Jungkook opens his mouth to say something, despite the fact no words rise on his tongue, but something interrupts him.

His phone rings.

And it’s none other than his hyung himself.

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HQ!! Types of friends || misc headcanons

Based on actual things I've done with my friends cause it's the little things in life <3

Ft. Atsumu, Kenma, Tsukishima, Akaashi, Bokuto, Daichi, Terushima, Oikawa, and Nishinoya

Atsumu is the one who has a water balloon fight with you, in your front yard, at 10pm. You were supposed to have it earlier, but the day had other plans. But when he saw you feeling bummed about it, he took the initiative to fill the balloons and put them outside for you two. Sure it was cold, but the way you two were laughing your asses off as you tried to hit each other, and failed half the time because of how dark it was? A memory you won't ever forget.

Kenma who calls you at 9:30pm, asking if you'd want to come over and play games with him. Sometimes the night consists of the two of you playing some multiplayer game together, while other nights are spent sitting quietly as you both try to complete your own games. When you stay over a little too late, he'll say that it's okay if you just crash there. And if you're the type who doesn't sleep until it's technically morning, just like him, the two of you will scrounge around the kitchen finding odd snacks for 4am, like left over pizza for kenma, and two uncrustables for yourself.

Tsukishima isn't one to be overly affectionate to his friends, everyone already knows this. But you easily notice that it's the little things that show he cares. Something he does often, is recommending movies or tv shows that he enjoyed, hoping that you'd like them too. He will usually wait a few days before asking if you watched them yet, and to ask what you thought about them. He likes to make sure that you enjoyed what he recommended, and of course it makes him feel better knowing that he's still up to date with the things you like.

Akaashi is the type of friend who will let you randomly come over, sprawl across his bed and just talk about your day. He likes to watch you recount your adventures, finding it funny how animated you can be while storytelling. Occasionally he'll add his own anecdotes, granted they're a lot less flashy, but it always brings your mood up just hearing about his day. At a point, he makes sure to have 'your spot' on his bed clear of anything that could get in your way, and even bought extra blankets for you to use while you're there.

Bokuto always gives you the biggest bear hugs when he sees you, as long as you let him do so that is. It doesn't matter if it's been a few weeks or a few days since he saw you last. He wraps strong arms around you, nearly squeezing the life out of you as he lifts you from the ground, a boisterous and infectious laugh that will rumble through his chest each and every time he does this. One time, when he went on a particularly long trip, he left you with a sweater of his, saying something about how hopefully it would take the place of his hugs until he came back.

Daichi is the friend who tries new recipes with you. If you're craving something, he'll find the recipe online, and go buy the ingredients. You take turns on whose kitchen you use, but you always cook them together. There's always a good mix of your favorite music artists, resulting in small dance parties while you wait for your food to cook. For the most part, you two wind up with a delicious meal or snack, but there have been times when something doesn't come out right, and you have to brainstorm on who to give the leftovers to.

Terushima goes on late night drives with you. If it's nice enough, the windows are rolled down, and the music is just slightly too loud to have any sort of conversation with him. Sometimes he's a little scary of a driver, in his words "the curbs just jump out at me sometimes" but regardless, you'll always think fondly of how terrible of singers you both are, though neither of you care that much. Sometimes, when you're feeling extra dubious, he comes up with the scheme of stealing a lone traffic cone, which has resulted in his room having two or three of the things.

Oikawa hates house sitting alone. He honestly just hates being alone in the first place, which is why you're the first of his friends that he reaches out to. He makes sure to tell whoever it is that he's watching the house for that you'll be there, and by now they've come to remember your name. Sometimes you two don't even do anything while you're there, but the comfort in knowing that neither of you are alone in an unfamiliar place is always welcome. On top of that, he likes to joke about how similar house sitting together is to if you'd be roommates. Slightly messy living room, sleepovers in your not so far rooms, and plenty of movie nights.

Nishinoya goes ghost hunting with you. He's practically the only one of your friends who even agrees to go. He'll help research any supposedly haunted areas in your town, and do his best to exaggerate the details in an attempt to scare you. While you're out on an adventure, he'll be sure to make sure he's prepared with all of the necessary items, flashlights, snacks, bandaids, some sort of protective ward, random coins to leave as gifts for the spirits. You love seeing how invested in the activity he gets, and how eventually he's the one inviting you to go out and explore.

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What kind of music do you mainly listen to? Do you have any recs I’m bored🤕

hi!!! as of lately ive obv been looping all of newjeans' discography (mainly supernatural, cool w u, and ditto I think) other than that a mix of everything!! but since it's summer I've bene listening to other songs a lot more than others esp like rnb and rap and whatnot

ANYWAYS im a huge music nerd/person so like I'm so serious when it comes to this which is yeah aynways

my favs as of rn!! they're purely based on mood and feeling:

for car rides/relaxed but vivid, lively moments: loyalty by kendrick lamar and riri, love by kendrick lamar, juliette! by ph-1 ft umi, cosign by ph-1, rush by twice, witchy by kaytranada ft childish gambino, do 2 me by kaytranada ft anderson paak, snap my finger by kaytranada ft pinkpantheress, splinter by fig, and july by dean, floor seats by a$ap ferg, jam and butterfly by dpr live, dragonball durag by thundercat, nike shoes by beenzino, underwater by red velvet

for lounging (my late night loops): me against the world by 2pac, beauty and essex by daniel caesar and free nationals, clairos new album, eighteen by dvwn, wake up call by mel blue, not for sale by zion.t, daisy by wte, light by wte, peach eyes by wte, floral sense by yesung, love belt by jonghyun, episode III by charlie burg, callback by charlie burg, nangs by tame impala, tired by lo-fi levi, you by lo-fi levi, dancing by black party, slow down by mac ayres, anything by chet baker really, untitled 08 by kendrick lamar, anything off laufey's everything I know about love album, night drive by sam wills, come back to me by rm, dirty dancer by orion sun, slidin by kai, say you love me by kai, scene-1 by sebastian mikael, under the moon by alex isley

with friends: yah by kendrick lamar, humble by lendrick lamar, v by zion.t, the hillbillies by kendrick lamar and baby keem, I think by tyler the creator, a boy is a gun by tyler the creator, bleach by brockhampton, rental by brockhampton, the weekend by stormzy, summer breeze by piper, zombies by ph-1, ANTHING off ctrl by sza, duckworth by kendrick lamar, shut the f**k up that's mine by dabber, gas station by june, nobody's business by rihanna, a day of weather by june

misc: wasting my time by elujay, magic ways by tatsuro yamashita, telephone number by junko ohashi, city pop by sugars campaign, (unreleased and only on yt) 3am freestyle by dean, tabber, and kim xinya, chi-ka by dean and tabber, satin by destin conrad, in the air by destin conrad

yeah thats a lot but some good ones fs (lots of Kendrick bc he's an artist, a creative mastermind that changed the industry IMO)

#anon #anon asks #music recs

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Radio SunLounge Romania (April 04, 2023)

23:56 Demetrio Da Soto - Marrakech (Original Mix) 23:52 Gary B - Time To Slow It Down 23:48 Johannes Huppertz - Short Message Service 23:44 Gary B - Live It Now 23:40 Chillamor - Dancing In The Moonlight (Tropical ) (Ft. Rainfairy) 23:36 Sangar - Love Again (Original Mix) 23:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:30 Weathertunes - Road Trip 23:23 Fresh Moods - Rhythmbreeze 23:19 London Grammar - Metal & Dust 23:13 Orange Music - Leave It All Behind (Vocal Mix) 23:08 Chris Le Blanc - Beyond The Sunsets (Ibiza Late Night Mix) Feat. Pat Lawson 23:03 Cocogroove - Coconut Rain (Wet Summer Mix) 22:59 Lemongrass - Spintop 22:54 Beanfield Feat. Ernesto - Kiss 22:49 Fabrices - Nice Dream 22:43 Razoof Feat. Lady Alma - Jah Is Watching You 22:37 Nordgroove - Epicly 22:32 Nina Simone - Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair (Jaffa Remix) 22:28 Smoove & Turrell - The Difference 22:23 Michael E - Love Bomb 22:20 Opensouls - In Your Hands 22:14 Re Lounge - Fast Love 22:14 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:08 Jens Buchert - Octalimbo 22:01 Michael E - Magic Carpet Ride 21:54 Under The Sun - Waves Of The Sun 21:49 Mozart - Burdened No More 21:43 Schwarz & Funk - Keep On (Remastered) 21:40 Lemongrass - Elements 21:34 Afterlife - Falling 21:31 Riccardo Eberspacher - Osiride 21:30 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:26 Alien Cafe - Veil Of The Sunlight (Original Mix) 21:20 M. Vitoria - Do Me Favor 21:15 Tracy Diamonds & Step Away - A Pain That I'm Used To (A Lounge Tribute To Depeche Mode) 21:11 Ingo Herrmann - Black Coffee & Sugar (Soulchillaz Mix) 21:10 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:00 Bent - As You Fall 20:56 Vincenzo - Today 20:51 Deeper Sublime, Krapan - Je T'aime (Original Mix) 20:47 Majestic 12 - Superstar (Album Version) 20:43 Dj Sleeptalker - Autumn Leaves 20:38 Guardner - N.y.c. 20:36 Inside Soul - Light Way (Gold Stream) 20:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:31 Nux - Under The Dancing Sun (Bg Mix) 20:26 Noel - Chalito (Ibiza Chillhouse Lounge Mix) 20:21 Redlounge Orchestra - India Sitar (Original Mix) 20:14 Full Menthal Jacket - Another Chance 20:10 Leona Lewis - Private Party (Gregers Lounge Mix) 20:05 Jaffa - Be Nude, Baby 19:59 International Pony - Superyou 19:55 Tafubar & Eskadet Feat. Airily - Paradise Reconquered (Original Mix) 19:49 Groovecatcher - Ultramarina (Original Mix) 19:43 Pnfa - Modules 19:38 Everything But The Girl - Flipside 19:33 Michael E - Caress 19:29 Clelia Felix - Keep Watching The Stars 19:24 Moon & Benk - Pimp My Style (Hed Kandi Served Chilled Version) 19:19 Steen Thottrup - Heading For The Sunrise (Original Mix) 19:13 4 Tunes - Let The Rhythm Take Control 19:13 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:09 Florzinho - Deixe O Sol Entrar 19:05 Clavvs - Fade 18:59 Don Gorda & The Sura Quintet - (Theme From “I Remember”) 18:53 Max Melvin - Seasons 18:52 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:48 El Rubello - And I Love Her 18:45 Jony Lipsey - Coming Undone 18:40 Princess Of Lounge - We Found Love Feat. Dione (Wish You Were Here Mix) 18:35 Ragi - Voyage To India (Buddha Sunset Del Mar Vocal Mix) 18:29 Max Denoise, Claire Willis - All I See (Original Mix) 18:23 Kraak & Smaak Feat. Parcels - Stumble (Blue Motel Remix) 18:18 Dave Ross - Globetrotter 18:13 Gaelle - Separate Rooms 18:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:07 Lebensart - Die Leichtigkeit Des Seins (Klangteppich Mix) 18:02 Jens Buchert - Sparkling Mind 17:57 Bobby Escobar - Playa (White Sand Mix) 17:52 Randy Seidman, Rogerio Jardim, Tommy Cunningham - Come Back To Me (Polished Chrome Remix) 17:52 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:47 Sphere - Dreamer 17:42 Flashbaxx - So Close To Midnight 17:39 Youth & Troy Gunner - Under My Heart 17:34 Espresso Del Lago - Suratat 17:33 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 17:31 Marcel - Love & Lite (Feat. Katie Gray) 17:26 Marga Sol - So Cruel 17:21 351 Lake Shore Drive - Underwater Lights 17:16 Marie Therese - Gin & Tonic (Pier-O Bossa Chill Mix) 17:11 Vargo - Beauty (Album Mix) 17:05 Bk Duke - Did You Know - Ibiza Chillout Mix 17:02 Mystique - Essences (Rico Van Basten Chil Mix) 16:57 Marga Sol - Beautiful Morning (Seven24 & S.a.t Remix) 16:53 Marc Hartman - Goodvibes (Song For Thom & Susanne) 16:46 Max Melvin - Whatever 16:40 Aimee Sol - Anything You Want (Sunshine Deluxe Edit) 16:35 Solarflow - Im Living For Today 16:30 Wayra - Broken Wings (Feat. Umal) 16:24 Cantoma - Paloma (Mudds Slender Loris Mix) 16:16 York With Nathan Red & Kim Sanders - How Did I Fall In Love 16:12 Jens Buchert - Les Alpes 16:07 Off Town Music - Haiti Sunrise (Nu Cool Version) 16:02 Xerxes & Phoenix - Silence Arise 15:59 Irene Love - Lounge Chair 15:54 Melorman - Behaviour (Melorman Remix) 15:50 Michael E - That Feeling 15:46 Marga Sol - Tocca Me 15:42 Bes & Meret - La Danse (Florito Mix) 15:38 Palma Players - Velvet Sky 15:37 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 15:33 Hooverphonic - One (Sven Galy's Flemish Shuffle) 15:31 Belloq - De Longpre 15:27 Moca - Funky Plüsch 15:23 At The Eleventh - Venice Beach Girls (Springbreak In The Hotel Californa Mix) 15:16 Albert St. Barth - Aqua Del Mar (Original Mix) 15:13 Ivan Nasini, Danilo Gariani - Albatros (Original Mix) 15:08 Billy Paul Williams - Desert Moon 15:02 Lemongrass - Deep River (Eskadet Remix) 14:57 Mariella Narvaez - All Night 14:50 Eskadet - Solitudes Feat. Amethyste (1:00 Am Mix) 14:44 Lazy Hammock - One Of Those Days 14:39 Naoki Kenji - My Destiny Rmx 14:39 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 14:35 Urban Phunk Society - De Janeiro 14:31 Brass - Breeze 14:27 Andrea Cardillo - A Night In Goa (Original Mix) 14:20 Sunset Session Group - Soulsalicious 14:16 Catching Flies - Silver Linings 14:11 Reve De Cabaret - Trust Me 14:06 Cullera - Sun And Sea (Balearic Breeze Chillout Mix) 14:01 Riccardo Eberspacher - Freedom Feat. Glove 13:55 Xemplify - Always You 13:51 Stepo Del Sol - Sunday Morning Coffee 13:47 Der Waldläufer - Flores 13:40 Sweet Velvet - In My Dreams 13:34 Jurij Gianluca Ricotti - I Need You (Original Mix) 13:29 Kosta Rodrigez - Soul 2 Sell (Boosanova Chill Mix) 13:23 Groove Armada - Paris 13:18 Airily - Harmonize (Original Mix) 13:13 Nikonn - Inside 13:08 Christos Fourkis - If You Love Me 13:05 Tycho - Japan (Feat. Saint Sinner) 13:01 Vincenzo - Today 13:01 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:56 Man In A Room - Brave This Moment 12:51 Lignin - Come Home 12:47 Jeremy Russell - Rainforest 12:41 Depeche Mode - Useless (K&d Session) 12:40 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 12:36 Chillo - Chillo Three - Lounge Mix 12:31 Fous De La Mer - Stars And Fishes 12:28 Waldeck - Make My Day 12:23 Stefano Mastronardi - It's Lounge Time 12:18 Sunyata Project - Sudden Moments (Extended Mix) 12:12 Max Waves - Reflections (Feat Pixieguts) 12:06 Kusuma Orchestra - A Glittering Mosaic 12:00 The Dream Catchers - Flower Of Spring (Suntheca Lounge Mix) 11:55 Michael E - Clouds 11:52 Randy Seidman, Rogerio Jardim, Tommy Cunningham - Come Back To Me (Original Mix) 11:47 Funkstar De Luxe - Tell Me Why 11:43 Belt Of Jupiter - Bar Del Mar (Downbeat Cut) 11:38 Surfgreenstrat - Look Into The Sky (White Beach Mix) 11:31 Andreas - The Outlands 11:27 Waldeck - Get Up Carmen 11:23 Madrid De Los Austrias - Mas Amor 11:17 Redlounge Orchestra - Liquid Cool 11:12 Weathertunes - Naked Lunch (Original Mix) 11:10 Olivia Broadfield - Silence 11:08 Haiti (Interlude) - Gaelle 11:02 Bonobo - The Keeper 10:57 Sandra - The Art Of Love 10:53 Lorenzo Al Dino & Deep Josh Feat. Cope - Lullaby (Deep Josh Into The Lounge Mix) 10:47 Xemplify - I-'m Tired (Acoustic Mix) 10:42 Tim Angrave - Positivism 10:37 Lindsey Williams, Michael E - Andiamo 10:33 Vienna Dc - Dope Control 10:29 Dj Maretimo - Sky Sprinter (Smooth Operator Mix) 10:23 Fresh Moods - Solarcell 10:17 Green Lemon - Voz Interior (Meditation Mix) Feat. Magica Fe 10:13 Luke - Heaven's On Fire 10:07 Airstream - Land Of Dreams (Escape Mix) 10:06 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 10:01 Kama - Incanto D'amor 09:56 Sofa Groovers - I Feel Love 09:51 Chillwalker - A Dream Comes True (Red Horizon Mix) 09:45 Jane Maximova - Only 09:45 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 09:41 Beach Hoppers - Top Of The World 09:37 Martin Liege - Doin It (Original Mix) 09:33 John South - Working Late 09:29 Paul Hardcastle - Dancing Galaxies 09:23 Dab - The Blues 09:18 Perfect Sin - Mamadi 09:11 Rey Salinero - Mystique Sets 09:07 Sofa Groovers - I Feel Love 08:50 Merlion - Chillin Nightflight (Original Mix) 08:38 Vargo - Goodbye Is A New Beginning 08:34 Terrace Chillerz - These Golden Fields (Ibiza Smooth Sax Mix) 08:27 Kaledj - Summer In Love 08:21 Jens Buchert - Melange Electrique 08:20 Blue Wave Ft. Sarah Chris - Heaven 08:09 Smoke City - Underwater Love 08:06 2raumwohnung - Sasha (Sex Secret) 07:59 Vibrasphere Feat. Iz - Tierra Azul (Vocal Version) 07:55 P.m.fm - Nice 07:50 Hacienda - Sabor 07:45 Matthew Kramer - I Want You Back (Feat. Liv) 07:40 Roberto Sol - Tomorrow (Extended Mix) 07:36 Lemongrass - Riddle (Feat. Jane Maximova) 07:32 Perfect Sin - Raindrop 07:25 Miriam Kappert - Remember This Time 07:20 Above & Beyond, Zoe Johnston - Falling 07:14 Coastline - Adriatic Sea 07:09 Moon Patrol - Low Orbit (Airflow Cut) 07:03 Weathertunes - Parfum De La Provence (Original Mix) 06:59 Club Turquoise - Awakening (Original Chill) 06:54 Naoki Kenji - Modern Unreal (With Pat Appleton) 06:49 Hotplay - Turn Around (Guitar Del Mar Mix) 06:46 Sonic Company - Hide (Remix) 06:41 Klangstein - Run 06:37 Jazazamor - Tonight 06:31 Razoof Feat. Lady Alma - Jah Is Watching You 06:28 Garden City Movement - Slightly All The Time 06:24 Luke - Heaven-'s On Fire 06:21 Lemongrass - Water People 06:17 Krystian Shek - Too Much Thinking (Katoey Cut Mix) 06:12 Arrojas - Over The Past Year 06:12 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 06:07 Smooth Deluxe - My Sunny Day 06:02 8barz - Look In Your Eyes - Guiddo Remix 05:57 Conjure One - Sleep 05:52 The Man Behind C. - Wherever I Go 05:51 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:45 Rapossa - The Ocean Inside (Original Mix) 05:40 Lemongrass - Wherever You Go 05:35 El Segundo - Blue Marlin (Juan Padilla Serve Chilled Remix) 05:30 Plastyc Buddha - Personal Faith 05:29 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:26 Waldeck - No One Here... 05:21 Merge Of Equals - Hot Rain 05:18 Aquilo - It All Comes Down To This 05:12 Jens Buchert - Reflections 05:08 Velvet Lounge Project - Contigo 05:02 Green Lemon Feat. Magica Fe - 11 O'Clock (The Man Behind C. Edit) 04:56 Trillian Miles - Don-'t Cry 04:48 Dido - Worthless 04:45 Nickodemus - Endangered Species (Feat. Marcelino Galan) 04:40 Bajka - The Beaver-'s Lesson (Mop Mop Jamaica Aroma Remix) 04:35 Audio Elastique - Here And Now (American Flute Mix) 04:30 Vernon, Matthew Kramer - Sunshine (Louie Chandler Remix) 04:29 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:23 Guenter Haas - Alone But Never Lonely (Original Mix) 04:20 Marga Sol - Cafe Del Amor 04:14 Naoki Kenji - Mainichi Pia 04:10 Mandalay - Beautiful (7″ Canny Mix) 04:10 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:06 Charly Mclion Feat. Julita Elmas & Susannah Mavis - Open Sky 04:01 4 My Roots - Chillwalker 03:55 Logophilia - Pod Of Dolphins 03:50 Bobby Deep - The Story Of My Life 03:49 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:45 Moondust - I Feel Love (Feat. Misal) 03:40 Hossegor - Sunshine Blues (Golden Sun Remix) 03:35 James Bright - Low 03:31 Leona Lewis - Private Party (Gregers Lounge Mix) 03:26 Eriq Johnson & Movox Feat. Marga Sol - Noname Story (Original Mix) 03:21 Charlie North - Wholoo 03:15 Lemongrass - Feel Good 03:10 Cesar Martinez Ensemble - Sem Tensao 03:05 Roberto Sol & Chris Le Blanc Feat Ines - Ahora 03:01 Michael E - Dont Stop 02:56 Remote - Postcard 02:52 Fobee - Broken Glass 02:52 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:48 Frame By Frame - Out Of Norway 02:42 Climatic - Left 02:37 Kaxamalka - Backdrops (Original Mix) 02:32 Dave Ross - Journey In A Space Tube 02:32 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:29 Mashti & Jean Von Baden - Love & Happiness (The Remix) 02:24 Openzone Bar - Kamome (Feat. Airily) 02:19 Marga Sol - Come & Love Me 02:16 Il Greco - Nippon Horn 02:12 Velvet Lounge Project - Contigo (Dj Sleeptalker Remix) 02:08 Chris Le Blanc Feat. Liz June - Enjoy Your Life 02:03 Collioure - Timeless Pulse 01:59 Orbitell - Dive (Ibiza Beach Mix) 01:54 Olivia Broadfield - Say (State Azure Mix) 01:48 Christian Hornbostel Feat. Sarah Chris - Looking Back On Tomorrow 01:43 Groovecatcher - Cafe De La Plage 01:37 Lounge Jam - Mistery 01:28 Farida - Entao Eu Vou 01:22 Michael E - Shadows & Light (Original Mix) 01:18 Liquid Motion - Silent Running 01:15 Tosca - Lone Ranger 01:10 Vargo - Goodbye Is A New Beginning 01:06 Newton Feat. Twila.too - New Beautiful Life 01:00 Baghira - El Capricho 00:55 Max Melvin - All Fades 00:48 Sunyata Project, Chris Le Blanc - Journey To Mandurai (Extended Mix) 00:41 Max Sedgley - Life's A Beach 00:36 Mads Arp Feat. Julie Harrington - Alive 00:35 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:26 Castlebed - Cold Moves (Original Mix) 00:22 Peter Pearson - This Way To A Dream 00:19 Jp-juice - Shogun (Jp-juice Remix) 00:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:12 Jurij Gianluca Ricotti - I Need You (Original Mix) 00:05 Ambitus - Answers 00:00 Lisa Shaw - When I

#Radio SunLounge Romania #Chillout #Lounge #Downtempo #Ambient #Trance #2023 #April 2023

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najatheangel · 4 years

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞

genre: fluffy and spicy.

requested by: precious anon✨

pairing: min yoongi x reader.

summary: After a stressful day in the studio, yoongi decides going for a late night drive with his girlfriend to clear his head.

Yoongi has been working on a new collaboration song all week with artist Max all week for hours straight.

The upcoming song was supposed to be added into both of their albums, but the night he came back to seek approval from his company, the song was accidentally erased from the files he worked so hard to organize.

Of course on the outside it didn’t seem like Yoongi was too bothered about it because he’s dealt with incidents like this before. This specific song was very special to him because it was about you and he wanted to tell the whole world how much you mean to him.

“Fuck...” He cursed under his breath as he felt a tinge of anger dwelling inside him. He knew sitting around all day wasn’t going to solve this so he grabbed his keys and walked out the door to take a night stroll collecting his thoughts.

Since you weren’t too far from his studio he’s decided to arrive at your house to pick you up and ride with him.

You expected this to be a quick trip to the market to pick up some snacks so you threw on a big black hoodie, some running shorts and some slide on sandals before you headed outside.

“Over here Yoongi!” You started waving as he started pulling up in your driveway. You were so excited seeing him after months of seeing him perform on tv, but you can already sense the vibe being completely off.

“Want to go to the usual spot babe?” You sigh as you buckle your seatbelt already knowing what’s going to happen next. He turns at you to give you a light kiss on the cheek, nods and starts heading on the road.

Car rides with Suga are normally relaxing and very quiet, but in the best way. He would blasts his favorite artists through the radio bobbing his head to the beats whenever he needed to release his emotions. The best part about riding with Yoongi is holding his hand while he’s steering the wheel with his other. It was his seek of comfort and favorite form of affection.

“We’re almost there hang in there...” He slowly parks into the lot and finds the best view of the city of Seoul on top of the hill.

You start getting out the car smiling almost instantly at the beautiful view of the whole city. You take a moment to sink in the beauty, but you still have this gut feeling that this isn’t enough to lift Yoongi’s mood up.

You lean your head on his shoulder as you start clinging closer to him. “Yoongi I’m so sorry about that song you worked so hard on. I know you were dying to release it today, but accidents happen. At least you have another opportunity to make a better version of it.”

He hugs you tighter and kisses the top of your forehead. “I know y/n...it’s still frustrating because I was looking forward to seeing your reaction, but-” He’s cut off with a quick smooch and you start caressing his face.

“Babe seriously you need to stop being so hard on yourself. Truth be told Jimin actually send the copy of it to me and I was able to listen to it. It made me cry honestly and I loved it so much!”

He realized Jimin might’ve been the one messing with his files and shakes his head clenching his fist chuckling. “That bastard. He must’ve accidentally deleted it in the process of sending it.”

You both laugh at the thought imagining the look on his face as he’s realized how baldly he messed up and would have to help Yoongi work on his song. He also owes him a month worth of paying for his meals.

“So what was your favorite part of the song? I would love to hear your feedback.” He looks down at you killing you with his deep voice.

“Well, I loved your verse and how well it blended with Max vocals. I love how you whisper in the adlids that was a nice touch. And best of all, the way you express your love for me. That was the killer part right there.” You start slowly backing up against the car until he’s towering over you.

“Hmm, is that all? Are you sure there’s nothing else I can improve on?” You start wrapping your arms around his neck and start whispering...

“Not at all, because your a pro at what you do. Especially this...”

The both of you slowly lean in kissing each other. The kiss starts off very smooth and soft, but quickly becomes intense and full of heat. Yoongi smirks in between and plays more dirty by sliding his tongue in the kisses. You start panting and try to muffle your moans by keeping your lips attached to him forgetting the other couple is parked 5 ft away.

“What’s the matter baby? You didn’t seem to care they was right there before. Why the silent treatment now?” He gives you the look that drags you straight into temptation and throws you off by picking you up off of the car with your legs wrapped around your waist.

“ I-I just froze up for a second. We’ve never done it out and in the open before. You know how loud I tend to be too.” You start covering your face on his hoodie blushing like crazy.

“Well how about we finish this in the car? The windows are tinted anyways and we can just blast the music in the car so no one can hear us. How does that sound?” He switches back to his cute sparkly kitten eyes waiting for your answer.

“Mmm okay. Promise not to be to rough please? I still have that mark you left in my thigh the other night.”

“I can’t make promises like that, but I promise I can make you feel good.”

He smacks your butt and rushes to the car sliding the door open, leaning the seats all the way down and starts cranking the radio in his car to block out the sounds from inside for the rest of the evening. This was a late night drive that Yoongi would never forget...

Thanks so much precious anon for requesting such a lovely idea. I hope you enjoyed it and have a blessed day. ⭐️⭐️⭐️

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simpingforsoftboys · 4 years

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

ft. Kuroken

G/N Reader

Read this first

Mini Series Here

Thanks so much for the request anon! I actually went back and forth with this- but I’m finally satisfied with how this turned out! Hope you enjoy!

Kenma hated these types of events. Blaring music, flashing lights, horny drunk people, crowded spaces. Yes, parties were the worst- but it wasn’t like he could tell Kuroo “no, I’m not going to attend your best friend’s 27th birthday party just because.” Which is why they’re in Osaka and not Tokyo at the moment. Kuroo had gone off to god knows where- claiming he was going to get some drinks for them- but that was 15 minutes ago and he still hadn’t returned. Shoyo was arriving late, so there was no one the dyed blonde felt comfortable with speaking too. Seeing no other option, he decided to seek Kuroo out on his own.

“Excuse me.” The short male muttered as he nudged people aside to get to the bar. No one seemed to mind, too caught up in their dancing- probably thanks to their alcohol induced haze. His skin crawled in disgust as he passed by some chick who was making out with Miya Atsumu- if Shoyo was right with his suspicions, Sakusa Kiyoomi would not be happy. He pushed that thought aside. Eventually he made it to the bar- successfully locating Kuroo. “I was waiting what’s-” He was shut up by his fiance’s hand over his mouth.

“Shh... look over there, across the counter- is that Y/n?” Kenma followed where Kuroo was pointing, they couldn’t see the persons face, but they had a similar figure and skin tone to your own. Suddenly the person turned- but they realized that it wasn’t you.

It had been two, nearly three years since your emotional breakup, and they still found themselves looking for you in every room they entered. Kenma hadn’t gotten over his love for you- he doubted he ever would, but it was just another thing he had learned to live with. Kuroo slowly began to realize how much of an impact you had on his daily life, things he had previously taken for granted like a homemade meal at the end of a long day, hot bath prepped and ready, folded clothes and cute little notes. Those things were gone now, so he and Kenma had to step up and do it- until eventually they just decided to hire someone to do it for them. It wasn’t the same- sure, the housekeeper did an amazing job, but the difference was palpable. It sounded dumb but they could just feel the lack of love- your absence had created a void in the large penthouse.

It had taken time, but Tetsuro realized that yeah, he did love you- not as much as Kenma- yet, it was a tangible love all the same. Which is why it hurt him that day- not only because you left them, but because you didn’t feel loved by him. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at you- that was his own doing. All you had done was leave him with happy memories.

Kenma found himself reverting back to his old habits. Their home was a lot lonelier without you. Kuroo often went on weeks- if not months long- business trips for the volleyball association, leaving Kenma home alone for lengthy periods of time. No longer did he have you to keep him company or monitor his sleeping or eating habits. Even his viewers had noticed his unhealthy lifestyle and urged him to take better care of himself, but it wasn’t the same. So, without anyone there to stop him, he would fall into ruin- because then, when he was exhausted or kept occupied by the newest trending game title- he wouldn’t be thinking about all that he was missing.

Neither of them had spoken- or even checked up on you since that day, those few years ago. You had blocked them on everything, made your accounts private, changed your phone number, and asked your mutual friends to not share anything about you with them. It hurt- because how can you so easily shut out the people you love- but after much thought and consideration, they realize you had to be hurting twice as bad as they did. Unlike them, you had the time to simmer in your pain, hurt, and longing, while they remained oblivious.

Ignorance was bliss.

The two of them left Bokuto’s party early that night, Kuroo said something about an emergency Skype meeting in the morning as an excuse. In actuality they found themselves driving to one of your favorite restaurants- they hadn’t stepped a foot inside the establishment since the last time they ate here with you. But- as it was for many things apparently- tonight seemed to be one all about stepping out of their comfort zones.

“What are you getting?” Kuroo tried to act casual, but Kenma had known him much too long to fall for his act.

“I think I’ll get (f/f).”

Kuroo nodded. “I think I will too.” Neither of them particularly liked (f/f), but it had been your go to order. Maybe by being here and eating the familiar dish, they could pretend that they were simply on a date as a triad- and you were running late- instead of dealing with the reality that they were a couple now and not a throuple.

Their food arrives and they dig in, eating slowly, eyes shutting occasionally, it seems like they’re merely savoring the flavor- when in reality they’re trying to picture you dining with them. No words are exchanged between the two- they’re together yes, but it’s somehow a lonely occasion all the same.

If you were here, the table would be filled with easy conversation- you were always so neutral when you spoke, teasing when you felt particularly daring (they realize now that this was such a rarity because you were hesitant about starting an altercation- which no one should have to be afraid of in any relationship). Kenma would let himself loosen up and exchange snarky words with Kuroo, who quipped back savagely, and you would watch them- laughter spilling from your lips. Too bad they didn’t try harder to include you in the conversation- not that they intentionally alienated you- just that they were enjoying themselves too much to bat an eye in your direction.

Yeah, it was better for you that you weren’t here. That was a fact they still had trouble stomaching.

They hear the restaurant’s door opening in the background, but don’t care enough to look who entered. It doesn’t matter to either of the two that it’s late at night and logically there shouldn’t be anyone else here but them. Their imagined scenario is much more appealing than real life.

“Put me down Tsutomu!” A male scolds from the lobby area, despite their best efforts, they’re unable to block the newcomers voices out.

Another male laughs in response. “Calm down Kenji, I got you!”

“Hahah! Why are you so red Kenji-” Someone else adds, this person’s voice is familiar. Kenma and Tetsuro freeze at the sound. It’s kind of weird how they recognize it- despite having slowly forgotten what it sounded like over the course of passing time. You know how each time you recall a memory it actually ends up altering it a little? That’s how it was with your voice. Eventually their recollection of it was changed to the point that they couldn’t quite remember how exactly your laughter sounded, or even how your pitch changed with various moods.

Their ears were filled with you- wonderful, gorgeous, breathtaking you- the one who cared too much and pushed aside prioritizing yourself until eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. The Y/n that they still, could never seem to love enough- even now. But it was dissimilar all the same, since you sounded so happy, so content- what was weird was that they didn’t even need to see your face to confirm it.

Neither of them dare to look in your direction, afraid that you’d disappear right before their eyes. It isn’t until they see your approaching figure in their peripheral that they glance over.

You’re positively glowing. It feels like you’re an entire galaxy- so far and out of reach- and they’re merely stargazers. They’re stuck on Earth, forever fated to watch and appreciate your splendor from an impossibly wide distance.

The purple-nearly black haired man that accompanies you pulls your chair out, gesturing to your seat with exaggerated motions. You laugh, sitting down in the most graceful manner possible and let him push your seat in. He places a kiss to your temple before going to pull out a chair for the other brown haired male- whose cheeks are still tinted red.

The three of you order appetizers and speak about many things- Kuroo can overhear ‘volleyball’ and ‘hospital’ mentioned somewhere in the mix. The two men- your apparent lovers- don’t even have to make an effort to include you in their conversation, it’s like second nature for them, just as it should have been for him and Kenma. They listen intently as you ramble on about whatever, the shorter brown haired one adding his two cents in occasionally, while the taller male questions or presses you for more details.

“Kuroo I’m not hungry anymore.” Kenma says, and only now does Tetsuro notice how upset his fiance is. Normally the half blonde is composed and neutral, but right now his face is scrunched up like he smelt something sour. The feeling is mutual. He isn’t happy with the situation either.

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?”

“No, let’s stay a little longer.”

So they stay, silently watching as you make lively conversation with your lovers. Observing as you polish off your plates and finish dessert, they’re still seated when the throuple pays the bill and walks out the exit. Eventually the elderly owner comes out and asks them if they want to order anything else- a polite way of letting them know that they’ve overstayed their welcome.

They tell her no, pay their own bill, and head back to their car. They sit there in the parking lot a little longer.

“Hey Kenma.” Kuroo murmurs, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Do you think we could have made it work?” It’s a question that they’ve never actually voiced out loud- not even once- in the years since the breakup.

“Why do you ask? You already know the answer.” Is what he receives in response. Kenma’s right, he did know.

“I... guess I needed to hear it.” He says lamely.

He turns the key and starts the ignition. They drive back to their hotel in silence.

They made their beds a long time ago. So it’s only right that they lie in it- even if the bedsheets are uncomfy and the blanket threatens to suffocate them.

Kenma regrets wondering about how you were doing now. At least before tonight he was able to take comfort in the fact that you still might be in love with them.

The old idiom was right. Curiosity killed the cat. And he certainly felt like he was dying.

A/N: Believe it or not the inspo behind this was the song Good Stuff by Griff. I really liked the whole idea of Kuroken x reader ending on semi good terms. The difference between how their emotions for the reader portrayed here vs IwaOi is an example of this. Unlike IwaOi, Kuroken is able to identify their emotions when given time and space, they’re not necessarily prideful and can acknowledge that despite being broken up with, they’re still the ones who were left with “the good stuff.”

They miss you sure, but they know it’s unfair to want you to come back to them when they’ll never be able to love you as they should. So they don’t even bother wishing or seeking you out. Of course, they do their best to maintain some semblance of a connection to you (like why they look for you in crowded rooms and eat your favorite food), but they’re fine with remaining curious. Of course no one can remain willfully ignorant forever though.

#answered.requests #haikyuu poly au #kuroo x reader x kenma #kuroken x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma x you #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #shirabu x y/n #shirabu x reader #shirabu kenjiro x reader #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #shiragoshi x reader #shirabu x reader x goshiki

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rawmeanderson · 4 years

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pretty please ― thursday.

ft. Kevin Hayes.

plot: with Kevin, Brady, and Jimmy all gone from New York and the new season about to start, everyone gets together for a long weekend. warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of anxiety/depression. word count: 4.9k notes: this is a slight AU I suppose, in the sense that the pandemic doesn’t exist here bc escapism, y’know? basically, this takes place in August 2020, where there was no pause and the season ended normally. also, this is kind of forgetting the fact that Kevin, Brady, and Jimmy didn’t live together during the last season they were all together in New York but whatever. Y/N is also plus sized!! title is from Pretty Please by Dua Lipa. there’s also more notes at the end!

Rain was hitting the windshield, the sky gloomy and grey as leaves on the trees outside the car. At least the weather was playing into your mood.

“Last time I checked, this was the only rain we’re supposed to get all weekend thankfully,” Sophie said from the driver’s seat as she adjusted the speed of the wiper blades. When she glances at you, you force a slight smile, nodding in acknowledgement. She looks like she wants to say something else but doesn’t, and you turn your head to look out the window.

The dread and disinterest swimming in your stomach, the car ride that seemed to go on endlessly reminded you of all the times your mother had driven you to your dad’s during the summers. You’d sat in the passenger seat then just like you are now, anxious, irritated, and on the verge of begging her to turn around.

You hadn’t wanted to come on this trip, knowing it was meant to be a last hurrah of sorts. Thursday to Sunday at a lake with friends sounded great in theory, but the changes that would be happening in the weeks that followed were what scared you. The finality of it all.

“I’m glad you decided to come, Y/N,” Sophie told you, and you could feel her glance at you again. She had been your roommate for almost 10 years now, since the start of college, and she knew you were doing your best not to spiral.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, opting to nod like you had earlier as your gaze drifted to your lap. Running your tongue along your teeth, you tried to think of something to say that would ease the tension in the vehicle. Un-crossing your legs, you shift in your seat slightly as you hear Sophie exhale a quiet sigh through her nose.

She knows your feelings aren’t personal, that you’re not blaming her for moving on with her life, but your general sadness about all of it weighed on her either way. She was right there, but that didn’t stop the preemptive pangs of loneliness that hit your stomach.

In the last two years, every person you’d spent most of your time with had left New York, until Sophie was the last one. And in two weeks, you’d be the only one left, leaving you feeling as grey and sad as the weather outside.

After chewing on the inside of your cheek for a while, you pick a piece of invisible lint off the fabric of your shorts. You’d meant to buy new ones before the trip since most of your pants cut into your waist anymore, fueling your self-consciousness. “I’ll...I’m sure I’ll feel a little better once we’re there and I’ve been able to take a nap,” you tell her, trying your best to sound optimistic about it. Blaming your bad mood and distantness on being tired, classic.

Sophie glanced at you and nodded, accepting what you’d said despite knowing you as well as she does.

It would’ve been hard to argue about it, considering you’d both been up before 5am to make this 4 hour drive. You’d left the city around 6, the car packed with the bags for the weekend, plus a good number of totes of Sophie’s stuff for Jimmy to take back to Buffalo with him. There was still about an hour left in the drive, and the iced coffee you’d chugged at the start of the drive had done nothing but make your heart race soar as you fidgeted in your seat.

Sophie had always been the early bird, with the two of you poised to be some of the first people to arrive at the lake. Jimmy and one of his buddies had gotten there last night, with everyone else slated to show up in the early afternoon. The only reason you’d agreed to leave so early was because Sophie promised to let you nap as long as you wanted once you got there. You were grateful that would allow you to avoid people for a while.

For what was left of the drive, Sophie didn’t speak, letting you sit there in your tired sadness as music hummed through the speakers.

When you parked at the massive cabin overlooking a lake that stretched as far as you could see, it was still raining. The sky was just as grey, and it gnawed at you, the perfect cinematic backdrop for what felt like the beginning of the end.

Your mood was sour, and as you unfastened your seatbelt to exit the car, you felt goosebumps rise along your skin even though it was warm out despite the rain. The same worry you’d had the whole drive was still swirling through your head, that your mood and your emotions would put a damper on the trip. You hoped that a nap would help calm those fears.

Jimmy was already on his way out to greet you and Sophie, his smile fixed on your roommate as you open the back door to grab your bag. He approaches with a grin as you’re already making your way toward the cabin.

“Take any room you want,” he tells you, like he already knows that you’re going for a nap. You salute him in acknowledgement, deciding to greet him better later as he continues on to greet his girlfriend.

Your shirt is covered in raindrops by the time you get inside, glancing around curiously. There’s a couple of people hanging out on the sofas that you don’t recognize, but they wave to you either way then go back to their conversation.

After wandering down the hall, you nudge open a door and decide that the room is good enough. There’s a window looking out over the lake, and even as grouchy and sad as you’re feeling, you know it’ll be a gorgeous view when it’s not so gloomy outside. You close the door behind you and unceremoniously drop your bag on the floor while kicking off your shoes. Collapsing into the middle of the bed, you sigh, running on auto pilot as you pull the blankets over yourself.

Shifting around slightly, you’re aware of how the shorts are cutting into your waist and your bra is pinching somewhere, but you’re too settled to do anything about it as you stare up at the wood paneled ceiling. The sound of the rain hitting the roof is soothing, and you let out a breath that seemed to have been held since the moment you got in the car.

Your eyes trace the woodgrain, remembering when Sophie told you about Jimmy’s roommates shortly after she got with him, that they were funny, cool guys that she knew you’d get along with. You’d partied with them first, but it turned into movie nights, casual dinners, enjoying the group of newfound friends that you saw several times a week. With how often you ended up hanging out late or bar hopping in their area, the guest room had practically been designated as yours.

Then Kevin was traded to Winnipeg. Then Jimmy was traded to Buffalo. Then Brady was traded to Carolina. Your found family in the city had practically dissolved within a year, and now Sophie was two weeks away from moving to Buffalo.

You knew there was little choice in the matter for anyone really, that it wasn’t their fault, that it was just how worked, but it still hurt, remembering you’d be the last one of the group in New York. You had other friends that you saw every so often, but it didn’t stop how lonely it all made you feel. Being sad about it made you feel selfish, so you buried it behind frequent naps and iced coffee.

Your internal monologue continued until tears stung in your eyes, and you blinked them away, turning on your side as you willed yourself to get some rest.

By the time you woke up, it was mid-afternoon, and you stayed curled up on your side for a moment. Sun was streaming in through the window as you took a deep breath. You could hear people outside, along with splashing from the lake, and when you rolled over, you saw somebody zip past in a jet ski. After a taking a few minutes to scroll through your phone, you finally get up, stretching as you smooth your hair down.

You came out of your room and found Jimmy and Sophie in the kitchen. Yawning as you approached, Sophie smiled.

“Good nap?” she asked knowingly, and you nodded once you were close enough to hug her.

“Yeah, definitely,” you said, arms wrapped around her. She hugged back tightly, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades before you pulled away.

You felt better. The nap and the better weather helped kick the sadness out of you. You hated this part, feeling better and realizing how cynical you’d been earlier.

“Good to see you, Slim Jim,” you told Jimmy, hugging him quickly as well. You were happy to see him, deciding to focus on enjoying and savoring the long weekend with everyone instead of being miserable with sadness. Leaning back against the edge of the counter, feeling content, you smile. “Who all showed up when I was out?”

“Uh, some friends of mine, Derek and Amy, showed up, Kev too, and he brought a friend,” he said, glancing down at the water like he couldn’t even remember who was there. “Brady’s about an hour or so out.”

The three of you chat for a while, catching up since it had been awhile since you’d seen Jimmy. He introduces you to the friends of his that were splitting the cabin for the weekend when they come through, and a moment later, you promise to catch up more later, deciding to head outside for a bit.

Outside, the sun beats down on you but you lift your chin to greet the warmth as you walk. It felt particularly good after the heavy rain of the drive in, the humidity from it clinging to the air still.

Making your way to the dock, someone you hadn’t met is standing there, football in hand. Kevin’s on the back of a jet ski with someone else driving, and it didn’t surprise you at all to see him jump off for the football when the man on the dock through it. No surprise, he missed the ball and landed in the water with a splash, and was already laughing when he resurfaced a moment later.

That’s when he spots you, hand shooting up in a wave with a wide smile. “Heyo!” he yells, already swimming toward the dock. You could hear the excitement in his voice, and nervousness pangs in your stomach.

You had only seen him once since he’d been traded a year and a half ago, when he’d been in town for a game and you hadn’t even realized it. Sophie had invited you out, and there he was, happy as ever to see you. You were grateful that the bar had been loud and that Brady had been occupying most of Kevin’s attention. After a drink and a half and a quick conversation with Sophie, you’d taken off, managing to avoid Kevin other than the hug he’d given you as a greeting.

Since Jimmy and Sophie were together and Brady had Gracia, you and Kevin had been the odd couple out, paired together during group activities. It worked out at least, considering the two of you got along great.u seldom hung out once When all three of the guys lived together, the two of you always seemed to be the last two up, chatting or finishing a movie even after the others had gone to bed.

It had felt so natural to hook up with Kevin the handful of times it had happened in the months leading up to when he was traded. Each time had been when you were both the last two awake, lingering on the sofa, usually at least a little drunk. It had always been casual, and you told yourself the only reason it happened (and kept happening) were out of convenience. You’d certainly never seemed like his type, considering almost every girl you’d ever seen him talk to at a bar had the same slender build and the confidence that came with it.

You snapped yourself out of the thoughts, and tug at the fabric of your shirt self-consciously, feeling like it’s clinging to all the wrong parts of your body. Kevin’s eyes are on you still as he climbed the ladder to meet you on the dock, making you feel even more aware of yourself. He paused to grab a towel off the rail, rubbing it over his hair, then settling it over his shoulders. His swim shorts hung low on his hips and you force yourself to meet his eye, happy to see that he was smiling widely at you as he approached.

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, sounding as sincere as you could ever imagine. It felt like his smile had grown, and it made it impossible for you not to mirror the expression right back to him. “I’d hug you, but in case you didn’t notice, I was just in the lake.” You had forgotten how deep his voice was, and you tell yourself that it’s the sun that’s making you feel hot all over.

“I’m good with a rain check,” you responded, nodding at him. From the golden tone of his skin, you can tell he’s been outside a lot this summer. He looked great, as always, and you hadn’t expected anything less.

“Good by me,” he told you with a laugh, bringing a hand out to ruffle your hair in lieu of a hug. You laugh with him, not quick enough to stop him. “How’s life been? Man, I feel like I haven’t seen or heard from you in forever.” You don’t let yourself think about his tone, how he almost sounds a little sad about it.

You shrug quickly in response to his question, still grinning. “Things are okay. Nothing’s really been going on, I guess. I miss you guys though.” Your hand comes up to shield the sun from your eyes, tilting your head up to see him better. He’s so tall that looking at him heads on would have you staring at the bit of hair that covers his chest, at how broad his shoulders are, and you were worried that you’d never stop if you started. “What about you? How’s Philly?”

“I miss New York, but damn, Philly’s been great, I can’t even lie about it,” he admitted with a bit of a laugh. It was good to know that he’s happy, and you can feel it radiating off of him. “It’s a good city, and a good group of dudes. And this guy, over here,” he paused, voice a little louder as he motions behind him to the guy who’d thrown the football, “is Nolan. We lived together this year.”

Nolan looked at the two of you, holding up a hand to wave before turning his attention back to talking to one of Jimmy’s friends that’s floating in an inner-tube close to the dock. You were both silent for a moment then before whoever was on the jet ski yelled Kevin’s name, waving for him to come back out.

“You should come swim,” Kevin told you, motioning to whoever it was that he’d be there in a minute.

Your eyebrows rose and you were quick to shake your head, even before self-consciousness dug its claws into you. “Nah, not right now at least,” you said, dismissing the idea with a wave of your hand. “I just came down to say hey, I’m actually going to go chill on the deck and read for a while, I think.”

For a short second, Kevin looked a little disappointed, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He instead nodded, smiling again already as his hand came up to your shoulder. “Yeah, gotcha.” It’s hard to ignore how large his hand is on you, the way he squeezes just slightly, his thumb brushing against your collarbone. “We’ll catch up more later.”

“Yeah, of course,” you told him, doing your best not to lean into his hand. Thankfully, he stepped away before your willpower went out, and you watched as he damn near sprinted back to the edge of the dock, jumping into the water in an effort to splash a friend.

You stopped in the cabin to grab your iPad, and on your way out to the back deck, a girl who introduced herself as Amy put a margarita in your hand and hugged you like she’d known you for years. It was a damn good margarita too, you realized as you settled on a lounge chair, stretching your legs out in front of you.

The rest of the afternoon ticks by easily. The margarita is rather strong, relaxing you into the chair as you read for the next hour and a half until Brady showed up. You’d been able to hear laughter and the occasional shouting from the water every so often, Kevin’s voice usually the loudest. Brady, Sophie, and Jimmy joined you on the deck a while later, and the four of you take the time to catch up a little more and figure out how to spend the next few days.

The sun had just stating to set when pizza arrived for dinner. The air is still warm, and someone was already working on starting a bonfire. Sophie was to your right at the picnic table, a little tipsy as she munched on some garlic bread.

Across the table, Brady was talking about his upcoming nuptials. Gracia hadn’t been able to make it for the trip, but you were glad he’d decided to come. Next to him, Kevin interjected with a dumb comment at one point, making Jimmy snicker.

“By the way, Kev, do you need a plus one? Have you been seeing anybody?” Brady asked, turning his head to look at him rather pointedly. It takes everything you have not to snicker a bit, lifting a slice a pizza to your mouth.

“Naah, I’m not seeing anyone,” Kevin responded, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “I’m sure I could find someone to go with, but I haven’t really dated much since Y/N.”

You freeze when he says your name, your mouth already half open to take a bite. What the fuck is he talking about?

“We never dated,” you said, the words more sharp than you’d meant them to be. Your eyebrows have practically shot up, and you look away from him as an awkward silence hangs over the table for a beat until Sophie exhales a laugh.

Jimmy really came to the rescue by changing the subject, and your cheeks were burning by the time you met Kevin’s eye again. He actually looked a little amused, but rather than making you feel relieved, it makes heat curl down your spine.

By the time it was completely dark, part of the group had settled on the sofa and chairs in the living room to watch a movie, while others decided to go on late ride on the lake. It was still plenty warm out, and you’d really hit a stride in the book you’d been working on, so you ended up back in the same chair you’d spent most afternoon in. The line of string lights gives the deck a nice glow to it, and you can hear the buzz of the TV in the living room.

The sliding glass door opens then closes, at you look up to see Kevin walking towards you.

“Is the movie no good?” you asked, tilting your head as you look at him. He had a beer in one hand and a hard cider in the other that he offered to you. The fact that he recognized your favorite brand in the fridge made you smile as you thanked him quietly for it.

“Movie’s fine, just thought I’d come see if you wanted to go for a walk or go hang by the water,” he responded, shrugging as he took a sip from the beer still in his hand.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You shrugged back at him, flashing a grin as you got to your feet. Leaving your iPad on the seat for the time being, you follow him to the stairs, then down the trail to the dock.

“How are things in New York?” Kevin asked after a moment’s silence, and you glance up at him with a skeptical look.

“I thought we talked about this earlier,” you counter, taking a sip of your drink. He scoffed, shrugging beside you as the pair of you started down the dock.

“Yeah, I guess we did, really, how are things?” Kevin’s voice was lower this time, making your back straighten when he looked at you again. “How are you?”

You weren’t expecting such a direct question, and you’re grateful to deflect it for even a moment longer as you take the time kick off your shoes and sit on the edge of the dock. An answer still hasn’t found you, so you take a drink instead of speaking. Kevin watched you all the while as he sat next to you, making self-awareness prickle at the base of your neck.

“Life’s fucking weird right now,” you admit finally, looking at the reflection of the moon on the water. “And it actually kind of fucking sucks too.” Kevin doesn’t respond right away, but when you took a deep breath, his elbow nudged yours lightly.

“You’ll get through it,” he assured you, with such sureness in his voice that you looked at him with a warm smile.

“I know I will. It’s just hard, but I’m dramatic, so of course it feels like the end of an era or something.” Your shoulders rise then fall in a shrug, still looking at him. “And then I feel selfish for even feeling that way to begin with. I know it wasn’t your choice to leave, or Brady’s, or Jimmy’s. I’m trying not to let myself be too sad about it.” You were surprised that your voice remained even as you spoke.

The words hang in the air and Kevin nodded, bring a hand up to touch the back of your shoulder. You feel warm all over as his fingers splay over your upper back, and you find yourself biting the edge of your tongue when tears sting in your eyes.

“I was sad about leaving too. I knew I’d miss the guys, that I’d miss you, but that’s what makes trips like these nice, getting to catch up and just hang out for a few days,” he said finally, his hand still on your shoulder when he met your eye. “I’m honestly surprised you’re not following Sophie to Buffalo.”

Your nose scrunched at the thought and you shook your head, exhaling a quick laugh. “I honestly thought about it, but I know she’s excited to be moving in with him, and I don’t want her to feel like she has to always keep me company or something,” you explained, peeling at the edge of the label on your bottle with your thumbnail. You weren’t sad enough about being alone in New York to justify moving upstate, you knew that much.

“Philly’s not far from New York, y’know. You can always come hang with me and Nolan, and I know there’s a few other guys on the team you’d have a good time with,” Kevin offered, taking a long swig of his beer as his hand finally fell from your shoulder. “Or I could visit you. We could go to that one bakery you like so much, watch movie or TV all day, just kind of chill.”

A wide smile spread across your face. “Yeah, I’d like that,” you said, taking the chance to nudge him with your elbow. Kevin nodded, still grinning as he nudged you right back. It felt good to be talking to him, to have him close enough to smell his cologne for the first time in a year and a half.

There was another pause, and you both took a drink, the sound of frogs and crickets hanging around you.

“Sorry for putting you on the spot like that at dinner. It was meant to be a joke,” he said finally, taking another drink to finish off the bottle. You glance up at him and it almost looked like he was blushing a bit over it.

Scoffing, you shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, but Kev, you know we never dated,” you told him, laughing as you finish off your own drink.

“We kind of did!” he responded, laughing with you. “We went out plenty of times!”

“Dude, texting me ‘hey, are you hungry?’ at 11pm, then going to a 24 hour diner does not count as a date.” You snorted, shaking your head. When he caught your eye, he was smiling almost bashfully.

“Okay, fine,” he conceded, holding your gaze. “The next time we go on a date, I’ll make sure you’re aware of it, deal?”

Your response is to laugh again, nodding and looking away this time. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel like you’re back on the sofa in their old apartment at 2am. A chill ran down you and you exhaled a breathe, watching the way the water rippled as a breeze swept through.

“I’m really did miss you,” Kevin told you, and from the corner of your eye, you know he was watching you again. Nervousness plucked along the back of your neck, and you kept your eyes on the water. “Like, way more than I miss Jimmy and Brady, honestly.” You don’t fully believe him, but either way, the sentiment makes your heart ache.

With your jaw clenched, you exhaled a breath as your eyes burned with the threat of tears. “I missed you most too,” you assured him, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Good.” He paused, tilting his head up to look at the stars for a moment. “Can we watch season two of Fleabag sometime this weekend?” Kevin looked at you a second later and blinked as you laughed.

“Yeah, of course. That’s an oddly specific request,” you said, letting your eyes move over the lines of his face as he shrugged.

“I haven’t watched it yet, I was waiting until I could watch it with you.” His words made you blink, and your throat swelled, hating this rush of emotions now that you’d felt happier for most of the day. You didn’t really know what to say, so you just nodded again, suddenly feeling the urge to lean into him to bury your face in his neck comfortably.

A few months before he had been traded, you’d started the first season at 1:30am after a night of drinking. Brady had been at Gracia’s, and Jimmy and Sophie hadn’t even made it through the first episode. Considering the season consisted of six 25 minute episodes, it was easy for you and Kevin to stay up and watch the entire first season, curled up together on the couch.

You and Kevin had spent the following half hour making out like teenagers until he absolutely begged you to come to bed with him. Feeling heat beside your thighs, you now wish you had said yes, just to have that extra memory.

The two of you spend the next several minutes in silence, sitting side by side on the dock in the dark. You can hear music playing from the cabin behind you and the murmur of voices surrounding the fire pit that was a dozen feet away. Your heart was racing as you fidgeted after a while, trying to ignore the feelings for him that you had buried when he was traded that were now bubble at the surface.

Eventually, Kevin mentioned going up to the house for more drinks, and you agreed, getting to your feet with a sigh. You looked up at him briefly, then toward the house behind you.

“Before we head up, can I cash in my rain check for that hug from earlier?” he asked, running a hand over his hair as he watched you.

“Yeah, of course,” you responded, smiling widely as you walked into the arms he held open for you.

You let out a breathe as he hugged you tightly, your face pressed into his chest. He smelled as good as he always did, and warmth of his hand rubbing over your back had you relaxing into him. Your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt when he kissed the side of your head once, then a second time.

“It’s gonna be a good weekend, yeah?” he murmured, the words muffled against your hair. It took everything you had not to shiver against him, and you nodded, happy to keep yourself nuzzled securely against him for a while longer.

A FEW MORE NOTES: Well, this fic feels a lot more emotional than I’m used to writing, and it’s one of those things that I really like where I’m heading with this, but I worry about it seeming whiny or wishy-washy, but here it is anyway. How typical of me to vanish for months, then show up with a new story when everyone’s been waiting for Bring You Back to Me’s next chapter 😂 I love whoever of you are still reading at this point, and I hope you enjoy this fic. I loved the first part, but I’m so not used to writing anymore and that, paired with my ever present self-doubt, I’m like “is this fic good at all??? let’s fucking see!!!” and here we are 🤷🏻‍♀️

FRIDAY

#kevin hayes #kevin hayes fic #kevin hayes imagine #hockey imagine #forever terrible at tagging these whoops #pretty please

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yourstarringrole · 3 years

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💔love’s reject trio - random aesthetics that just make sense💔

hard feelings / loveless by lorde

old, crushed up VHS tapes that play only static and white noises

outdoor firing range at midnight

tossing a silver crucifix necklace into a campfire

hospital records

hands in sunlight seen from the reflection of a train window

swings in abandoned playgrounds

throwing rocks through stained glass windows in churches or cathedrals

water fountain x fake love by alec benjamin

smoke from fog machines on an empty stage drifting towards the audience seatings

cutting a telephone wire

whiskey in a sippy cup

raspy voice from late-night singing sessions

painting a wall monochrome but leaving regions of it out for pastels

mood rings

'baby really hurt me, crying in a taxi' - liability, lorde

rooftop crying + songwriting sessions

renaissance paintings of wilting flowers

mid summer terraces with a overflowing water fountain that is slowly filling up the balcony

dark corner with the only light emitting from a tv with a blank, light blue coloured screen

🌙 OPHELIA GREY (he/she/they)

flower petals on broken glass

unlaced sneakers dirtying the floor

blood trailing down the corner of her lips

broken hair ties on her nightstand

'there's a hurt within your smile' - perfect fallen, clarity music ft. shani rose

hoodies in her closet that aren't hers

half used up ink pens with split nibs

scratched-up knees and elbows left untreated

bruises

not being allowed to drive because she falls asleep easily

a shovel and a rose on doorsteps

dried flowers in a paper box

royal purple

⚡️ISABELLA BRYNN (she/her mainly, doesn't mind other pronouns)

bathwater mixed with floral fragrance and blood

lakes with ice layer on the verge of splintering

'your emotional baggage can be picked up at carousel number two' - secrets from a girl (who's seen it all), lorde

lore with corruption arcs + tragic backstories

baggy beige and grey sweatshirts over bandages on her ribs

'when the jealousy's strong, all I see is you' - you, troye sivan, tate mcrae, regard

vertigo

bleached + worn combat boots on glass surfaces

*... starts crying and laughing at the same time*

vent notebooks with tear stains all over

messy scribbles all over her arms

tea with brandy

says forever and will never ever take it back

admiral blue

🍓 IAN SAVARRO (he/him)

vintage cadillacs

smashed cologne bottle on messy bedsheets

antagonistic behaviour out of spite

broken string of pearls wound between fingertips

「我不去後悔墜入愛河那個抉擇，更不去後悔現在難過這份脆弱」 : I’m not going to regret the choice I made to fall head over heels for you, I’m even more so not going to regret the fragility in the sadness I feel now - water fountain [mandarin version], alec benjamin ft. zhao lusi

headless marble statues with an imperfect cutting edge

butterfly hunting

sparing loose pennies for the wishing well

spinning pocketknife on table in lesson time

‘I’m not even half as pretty’ - heather, conan gray

wearing yellow to a funeral

sedatives in coffee

villain's monologue

jade green

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

𝒐𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 @𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 (𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐🌸)

𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥, 𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 ♡

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hexalt · 5 years

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my spotify playlists

they’re all huge and meant to just be put on shuffle. i’m constantly adding songs.

[part 2]

relax - songs for when you just woke up, are really tired, getting ready to unwind, or chilling. [ ft. yaeji, erykah badu, noname, raveena, and more ]

late night vibes - once the sun goes down, this is the mood. [ ft. digitalism, little boots, kaskade, rihanna, and more ]

girls bite back - girls singing, rapping, writing, playing instruments, making good ass music. [ ft. beyonce, junglepussy, lizzo, kali uchis, and more ]

bad & bruja - one taste of their poison & you’ll feel that it belongs nowhere else but your veins. the blood that stains the lines of their palms can give life or death, monsters have awoken at their feet & others found their graves. [ ft. siouxsie and the banshees, regina spektor, princess nokia, cocorosie, and more ]

💾 cyberpunk - she sits cramped in a dark room, face illuminated by monitors, binary codes flowing through her blood. she's apathetic to much, a byproduct of losing some of your humanity to machinery, but it enables her to infiltrate systems easily and accomplish what she sets out to do. [ ft. janelle monae, tinashe, daft punk, vangelis, and more ]

🥀 angst - for bad bitches who be ragin [ ft. nirvana, rico nasty, hole, sneaks, and more ]

sad songs - for when you’re paralyzed in bed & sad as hell. [ ft. daughter, sia, garbage, mitski, and more ]

happy, wild & free - songs for getting happy, dancing around, & being generally upbeat to. [ ft. little dragon, anderson .paak, lizzo, calvin harris, and more ]

summer - mango slices, heavy air, shining in the sunlight, piraguas, linen, road trips & frozen lemonade. [ ft. powers, mariah carey, m.i.a., solange, and more ]

drive - for driving with the windows down. [ ft. the pharcyde, cake, phantogram, studio killers, and more ]

#playlist #playlists #spotify #music #song rec #witchy #cyberpunk #mine #*

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limjaeseven · 4 years

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Je Ne Sais Quoi

Je ne sais quoi: (n.) a quality that cannot be described or named easily.

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jackson ft. Namjoon (of BTS)

Word Count: 2,410

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Porn without plot, blue balls (sorry not sorry :/), anal sex, oral sex, fingering, lots of filthy kissing, sappiness, unnecessary tooth rotting fluff no one asked for, gay sex

Summary: Waking up to an empty bed was something Jaebeom just wasn't used to. He missed his boyfriend, a lot. (Insert really badly written smut here)

[a/n]: This fic was originally based off of a dream that the one and only @triheartedhero had and I just could not pass such a wonderful opportunity. Full disclosure Jackson is a sort of insert for Az in the story since I prefer to write MxM fics. Warning this is just 2.4k of pure word vomit.

For two people who had been fuck buddies for three years before starting to date, monogamy was something they just weren’t interested in. Jackson just couldn’t say no to a good fuck and Jaebeom missed sleeping with women after getting a boyfriend. Both of them were comfortable with their arrangement knowing full well that at the end they both loved and were loved by each other.

Jaebeom had spent his evening in his studio with Jinyoung, his childhood best friend and partner in crime. Being two guys growing up together in a conservative society, they had fooled around quite a bit as teenagers and became each other’s stress relievers on bad days. Jackson had let him know that he would be spending the day at Namjoon’s house and would be home by dinner time. After six gruelling hours of working on the same song and three rounds of sex on the couch in the studio, Jaebeom finally decided to call it a day.

Jackson was busy cooking dinner when Jaebeom got home after dropping Jinyoung off at his apartment. The elder wrapped his hands around his boyfriend’s waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck, making Jackson smile. They ate dinner together while discussing the music Jaebeom was working on and Jackson’s upcoming show. Jackson had scored an opening spot at a big singer’s concert, which was a huge deal for a small underground rapper. After the hearty dinner, Jaebeom and Jackson cuddled together in bed, talking nonsense till they eventually fell asleep.

The two men had originally met each other in a production course in final year of college and immediately hit it off. Jaebeom had thought that he was pretty straight other than the goofing around with Jinyoung in his late teens. Jackson turned that though on its head for Jaebeom after they hooked up at a frat party barely a week after thy first met.

They had been comfortable in denying they growing feelings for almost three years before Jaebeom grew the balls to ask Jackson out and was rewarded with a harsh slap on his arm and a ‘that only took an eternity, you idiot’. They had made in very clear in the very beginning that they would be okay with sleeping with other people so it never was an issue for either of them.

When Jaebeom woke up the next the morning he was shocked to see the bed empty. He immediately sat up and called out for his boyfriend but received no response. In the years that Jaebeom and Jackson had lived together, only twice had Jaebeom ever woken up alone, both times with long texts on his phone from his boyfriend explaining the reason for his absence but this time there was nothing. After six missed calls and two voice mails Jaebeom received a text saying ‘bit busy rn, will call later’.

Jaebeom stared at the text for a few moments, it was the shortest message Jaebeom had ever received from the man, the latter preferring to send long paragraphs regardless of how much time he had available to reply. Despite wanting to wait stubbornly in bed till his boyfriend returned, Jaebeom had to get up so as to not be late for work.

The drive to Jaebeom’s office was quiet, the man still sulking at the lack of his boyfriend’s love early in the morning. The traffic decided to mess with Jaebeom’s already sour mood and doubled his commute time on the day of an important board meeting. After hours of presentations and meaningless discussions, Jaebeom was finally free for lunch. He rushed to his office to finish up some work before heading out for lunch.

Jaebeom was busy unlocking his PC on his desk when he noticed his favourite photo missing from his desk. The ravenette wasn’t a man who enjoyed keeping personal mementos on his work desk but that one picture was his favourite. It was a photo Jaebeom had taken himself six months after they started dating.

After a night of intense fucking and mind-blowing orgasms, the two men were exhausted beyond belief. Jaebeom had dragged himself out of bed to find a towel to clean Jackson up. When he retuned from the bathroom with a damp cloth though, he was greeted with the beautiful sight of his boyfriend curled up in his bed, blankets wrapped around his lower body. Jaebeom’s cat, Nora had made her way onto the bed and had settled on Jackson’s chest. The view was so pretty that before Jaebeom knew it, he was grabbing his camera off the shelf and clicking a photo.

Jaebeom called his assistant in to ask them about the whereabouts of the photo. They told him that Minhyuk, the cleaner had come in the night before and knocked the frame over by mistake, cracking the glass. Jaebeom’s assistant had sent it to get fixed as soon as they found out. Frustrated beyond belief, Jaebeom dismissed them before slamming his head against his desk.

It felt to Jaebeom as if Jackson had been pulled out of his life for a day. The only interaction they had had all day was that one rushed text Jaebeom received. He knew it was a bit childish to miss Jackson after barely 14 hours of not seeing the man but the two of them had been connected at the hip since they met and it was just too unusual to be ghosted by the man for so long.

The day went by torturously and Jaebeom barely made it to the end. By the time he was done with work, he was throwing himself into his car as his driver drove him back to his place. Jaebeom half expected to not see Jackson at home based on the way his day had gone but the loud moan that cut through the silent apartment let Jaebeom know that he thought wrong.

Jaebeom stood outside their shared bedroom and peaked in through the half open door to see Jackson grinding against Namjoon on the bed as they made out. He carefully opened the door all the way and leaned against the doorway, eyes glued to the scene in front of him. After a few moments f standing there and watching his boyfriend and his fuck buddy kissing, Jaebeom cleared his throat, making both of them turn to him.

“Hyung!” Jackson sounded part surprised and part confused. Jaebeom was never one to interrupt Jackson when he was with someone else and neither was he one who joined in for a threesome.

“Joon, I’m sorry for this but do you mind giving Jackson and I some alone time?” Namjoon groaned as he got out of bed and pulled on his t shirt which he had discarded on the bedroom floor. Jaebeom, regretting giving Namjoon a bad case of blue balls grabbed his arm as he moved to leave the room.

“Tomorrow at 7, all three of us, I’ll fuck you just how you like it” Jaebeom placed a chaste kiss on Namjoons smiley face and patted his ass as he left to go back home.

“Is everything alright, hyung?” Jackson asked, making Jaebeom turn back to find him standing in front of him. Instead of answering the man Jaebeom just pressed his lips against Jackson and kissed him, hard. The younger immediately reciprocated the kiss, fisting at the elder’s shirt.

Jaebeom walked forward, not pulling away from Jackson’s lips and pushed him onto the bed. He pulled away for just a moment to take his shirt off before climbing on to the bed, straddling Jackson. Leaning down again, he captured his boyfriend’s lips again, making Jackson moan into the kiss.

“Are you okay, hyung?” Jackson pulling away from Jaebeom made the elder while but looking at his boyfriend’s concerned face, he gave in”

“Just missed you a lot” He pouted.

“Aww hyung, come here, let me make you feel better” Jackson urged Jaebeom on his back before straddling him, mirroring their previous position. Lightly palming Jaebeom’s erection through his slacks, Jackson slid down his legs to sit at the elders calves and bent down to press soft kisses on the mans’s stomach.

Impatient hands grabbed at the belt around Jaebeom’s waist and did quick work to discard it, along with the man’s slacks and boxers. Jaebeom hissed as the cool hair hit his erection, Jackson taking the opportunity to wrap his fingers around the elder’s cock and suckle at the tip.

The feeling of Jaebeom’s short yet strong fingers tangling themselves into Jackson’s hair spent shivers down the brunette’s spine. Pushing firmly against Jackson’s head, Jaebeom got him to take more of his cock into his mouth. The pressure made Jackson moan out, sending vibrations through Jaebeom’s cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

Having had enough of Jackson’s teasing, Jaebeom tightened hid grip in the younger’s hair and thrusted up into his mouth, making him moan uncontrollably around the elder. On the edge of his orgasm, Jaebeom pulled Jackson, earning a whimper from the brunette and pulled him up for a filthy kiss.

“Fuck me. Now” Jackson whispered.

“Needy, huh?” Jaebeom flipped them around, Jackson’s back hitting the mattress and quickly pulled the younger’s clothes off before kneeling between his spread legs. He leaned down to mouth at Jackson’s balls, causing the younger to moan out in surprise. Trailing down to his rim, Jaebeom teased the tight pucker with his tongue, pushing in lightly before pulling away completely.

“Please, hyung” Jackson’s whines spurred Jaebeom on to fuck the younger with his tongue, making his legs shake. When the brunette’s thighs tried to close, Jaebeom wrapped his hands tightly around them, holding them apart and continued to eat Jackson out.

“I’m gonna c-cum” Much to Jackson’s dismay, who was anticipating his climax, Jaebeom wrapped a hand tightly around the base of his cock and pulled away from his hole, effectively denying him his orgasm. Tears of frustration welled up in the younger’s eyes, which Jaebeom kissed away as they flowed down his cheeks.

Just when Jackson was about to beg Jaebeom to do something, two fingers pressed against his lips which he took into his mouth without hesitation. Working his tongue around the digits, Jackson wet them thoroughly before the elder pulled them away and pressed them against his rim.

The burn of two fingers entering him at once made the younger hiss, but it was quickly replaced by light moans as the ravenet added another finger and worked him open. Pressure built deep inside of Jackson, ready to snap when Jaebeom pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced it with his cock.

If Jackson thought three fingers were a tight fit, the feeling of Jaebeom’s cock penetrating him made him feel like he was about to come apart at the seams. Even though Jaebeom worked his way in slowly and carefully, the girth still hurt, but both of them knew Jackson liked it better like that.

Once all the way inside, Jaebeom held himself up over Jackson on his elbows and kissed him passionately, waiting for Jackson to adjust and the pain to subside. Growing increasingly impatient after two denied orgasms, Jackson ground his hips down onto Jaebeom’s cock which the elder took as a green signal and pulled back till only the tip of his cock was left inside Jackson before pushing back in harshly.

Setting a brutal pace from the get go. It was almost as if the tenderness was gone and replaced with nothing but pure lust but Jackson knew that Jaebeom was always making sure that he wasn’t hurting his boyfriend, even when his mind was completely clouded with need.

Moans and sounds of skin on skin filled the room, both lost in the heat of the moment. An act that usually involved a lot of dirty talk and teasing now boiled down to nothing but the intimacy. Sleeping with other people was fun, but there was a chemistry, a connection, a je ne sais quoi that they had and shared that was irreplaceable. In that moment, Jackson knew why he loved Jaebeom the way he did.

At the end of a long day of work or just hanging around, no place felt more comforting to Jackson than Jaebeom’s arms. The feeling of the elder hugging him, hands wrapped tightly around him, was the feeling of home, one that he never wanted to let go of.

Jackson didn’t know he had stared tearing up again till he felt Jaebeom stop suddenly. Looking down at the younger, Jaebeom noticed the warm smile on his lovers face as stray tears ran down his face. Perplexed at the juxtaposition of the tears with the content expression, Jaebeom brought up a hand to Jackson’s cheek, caressing his soft skin while wiping the tears away.

“Are you okay?” It was funny to Jaebeom how, in such a short period of time, the tables had turned, making it his turn to ask his boyfriend if he was doing fine. Jackson merely smiled wider and placed a chaste kiss on the elder’s lips.

“I love you” Jaebeom felt chills run down his spine at the sincerity in Jackson’s voice, as if he was speaking gospel. Instead of replying, Jaebeom buried his face in the younger’s neck as he felt himself choke up. Jaebeom had always been bad with his emotions, struggling to express his feeling all throughout his life. Jackson, on the other hand, was a simple man, who wore his heart on his sleeve, and even though Jaebeom hated to admit it, he was jealous of his boyfriend.

“Hyung, make love to me, please” It was Jaebeom’s turn to tear up as he pushed into Jackson once more and thrusted shallowly, grinding against the younger. Jaebeom sensed the signs that Jackson was close to climaxing, from the heavy breathing to the airy moans and wrapped a free hand around his cock, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts. Jackson came without much ceremony and just watching his boyfriend orgasm was enough to push Jaebeom off the edge, cumming inside the younger.

It took a while for them to finally feel hot and sticky enough to get out of bed and grab a quick shower together. Later, as they laid in bed together, cuddling, Jaebeom urged Jackson to turn towards him and hugged him to his chest, placing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too”

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ad-94 · 4 years

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In a mood for a late night drive ft. Music

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chrancecriber · 2 years

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Radio SunLounge Romania (March 14, 2023)

23:57 Nickodemus - Endangered Species (Feat. Marcelino Galan) 23:54 Andru Donalds - Hurts To Be In Love 23:49 Cam - Romantic Love 23:44 Chris Leblanc - Beyond The Sunsets - Ibiza Late Night Mix 23:38 Den Wood - Music Takes Me Higher - Original Mix 23:34 The Nightfly - Hope And Glory 23:33 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 23:28 Chillwalker - 4 My Roots (Sea Lounge Mix) 23:23 Hp. Hoeger - Calm Down (Original Mix) 23:19 Antennasia - Seren (Sour Mix) (Sour Mix) 23:14 Nux - Midnight Stroll 23:07 Climatic - Ici Ou Ailleurs 23:03 Soundset City - City Echoes (Kaffeehaus Lounge Mix) 22:57 Jens Buchert - Octalimbo 22:52 Airily - Harmonize (Original Mix) 22:46 Sean Hayman - Deep Believe (On Da Way Mix) 22:41 Trinah - Every Day 22:38 Café Du Midi & Rosa Catalina - Bailar 22:34 Major Pete - Just Three Words (Vocal Mix) 22:33 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:29 Bernon - Don't Worry (Wellness For Your Soul Mix) 22:25 Artenovum - When You Fall Asleep (Slow Coach Mix) 22:20 Castlebed - Heaven 22:16 Slo - Birds In The Cage 22:15 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 22:12 Axel B - Dark Lights 22:08 Lemongrass - Something True (Feat. Jane Maximova) 22:02 Magic Waves - Remember 21:58 Candy Dulfer - Ambiente 21:54 Armand Frydman - Vacation Break 21:48 Faruk Sabanci - As Faces Fade 21:42 Blank & Jones - El Bajo 21:35 Man In The Moon Feat. Oli S - Feel My Love 21:31 Ritual - Josephine (Feat. Lisa Hannigan) 21:27 Loungeside - Al Burj (Original Mix) 21:24 Polina Geht! - Hochzeit Der Steine 21:18 Soundset City - Smooth Delight 21:18 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 21:15 Moods - Comfortable (Feat. High Hoops) 21:11 Emilie Simon - Desert 21:06 Climatic - Oblivion 21:00 Massive Gold - For A Moment 20:56 Mo' Horizons - Dance Naked Under Palmtrees 20:53 Nino Mission - Nobody Better 20:49 Lounge Vargos - Follow My Dreams - Sunshine Mix 20:44 Deeparture - Dambes 20:39 Soma Sonic - Lovestory 20:33 All 4 Love Ft Tracy Diamonds - Precious 20:29 Vibraphile - Open Your Mind (Instrumental Mix) 20:24 Soulmelt - Lava Lounge 20:24 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:21 Keanurhodes - Good Morning 20:16 Koala - Floating Pillow 20:13 Nightcruzer - Alright 4 Now (Island Mix) 20:09 Artemis - Subterranean 20:08 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 20:03 Yaima - Gajumaru 19:58 Eskadet - Magnolia 19:52 Mo-'jardo - Now & Then 19:49 Janice - Sparkling Desire 19:48 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 19:38 Lyves - Darkest Hour 19:33 351 Lake Shore Drive - Ocean Blue (Cafe Ibiza Edit) 19:30 Soundset City - Urban Nightlife 19:26 Stina Nordenstam - Winter Killing 19:21 Dj Maretimo - Ocean Cruiser (Wavepatcher Cut) 19:16 Monodeluxe - All Night 19:11 Hotel Riviera - Another Change Of Love 19:07 The Smokering - Flying Colors 19:01 Jen Meets Salz - Offcenter Moon 18:55 Schwarz & Funk - Have A Nice Day 18:51 Ugress - Autumn Colours 18:45 Genf - Aachen-brussel 18:40 Rey Salinero - Didascalias Theme 18:34 Arrojas - Travelling Back 18:30 Airily - Harmonize (Spring Version) 18:29 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 18:25 Zero Noel - Toi Et Moi 18:21 Waldeck - Get Up Carmen 18:17 Jazzamor - Ain't No Sunshine 18:15 Moreza - Rahu (Original Mix) 18:09 Jens Buchert - Reflections 18:04 Deep From Street - Moscow 18:01 Marga Sol - Cafe Del Amor 17:56 Everything But The Girl - Flipside 17:51 Mr. Groove Feat. Kerrie Hoskins - Heart To Change (Claes Rosen Lounge Mix) 17:47 Stereomass - Modern Journey To Hawaii (Original Mix) 17:40 Morcheeba - Let Me See (Sonic Warrior ‘Beats’ Mix) 17:34 Max Melvin - All Fades 17:29 Lazy Hammock - Lost In Dreams 17:24 Viggor Lasslo - Fooled 17:20 Monodeluxe - Devotion 17:16 Moondust - I Feel Love (Feat. Misal) 17:12 Colorhythm - Charm 17:05 Weathertunes - Down The River 17:00 Sweet Coffee - No Ordinary Love 16:56 Pochill - Violet Theme (Nick Version) 16:56 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 16:52 Krystian Shek, Surya - Habitat 16:47 Nick Prosen, Dew - Taking Me Home 16:42 Eddie Silverton - Coincidences 16:36 Sambox - Locean Cafe 16:33 Keep Shelly In Athens - On The Road 16:30 Lisa Rose Harrison - Paint It Black 16:27 J Sasz - Soul Me 16:21 Atrium - Praise For The Beach 16:16 Amelie - Softwood 16:10 Kieser.velten Feat. Jen - Together 16:05 Naomi - Anybody Here? 16:01 Enjoy Your Life - Chris Le Blanc Feat. 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50 Miles Later

Pairing: Hyunjin x female!reader ‹‹ ft. Jisung & Felix ›› Genre: Fluff & Horror (very light though) Words: 6k Warnings: Swearing

The person who thought it would be a good idea to visit the abandoned, presumably haunted hospital outside your town really didn’t consider the possibility of actually waking up something paranormal. On the bright side, at least you get to run for your life together with your crush.

The night was growing darker and you were growing colder.

You had waited in the parking lot for what felt like forever. If you knew your company would be so extremely late, you would’ve considered changing out of your school uniform. The skirt did nothing to keep you warm and the tie, even though you had already loosened it, still felt like it was going to choke you.

If they had forgotten that you were supposed to meet and left you here alone, you swore you would strangle them all with your bare hands. You hated people who had no respect for time, especially if it meant you were the one who was kept waiting.

You looked at your phone for the hundredth time even though you knew already that there would be no signal this time either. Just a few minutes earlier you had climbed up on the roof of your car, looking like an absolute buffoon as you raised your phone towards the darkened sky to try and get reception. It had not worked, obviously, and when you thought you had heard a car come you had climbed down so fast that you almost fell face first onto the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. However, no car had come and you swore you were gonna avenge every single one of the three boys who was keeping you waiting. Well, avenge all of them except… maybe one.

You didn’t really know why you had agreed to wait for them on an empty parking lot right by the edge of where the thick forest surrounding your town began. Maybe it was because they had convinced you that it would be fun to pass time by driving there after you picked up some stuff at home and while they did whatever errand they prioritized to be done right before you guys met up. However, you were regretting it and you wondered if there was any way you could make them wait in the middle of nowhere while you did whatever it was that they were doing at that moment. Probably something stupid.

You were fiddling with your flashlight, repeatedly turning it on and off in annoyance, when you finally saw a car turn in to the parking lot. The headlights swept over the forest, drenching it in light before they turned towards you, completely blending you. You put a hand up to cover your eyes as you started to walk towards the car that was slowly coming to a stop.

The engine suddenly cut off leaving the parking lot for a short moment quiet and pitch-black, before the car doors opened and three teenage boys spilled out while talking rapidly.

Your friendship with Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin were rather weird in the sense that you could under no circumstances recollect a single memory of when you three first became friends. In your mind, they had always just been there right beside you. The earliest memory you did have of your three friends were moments as small children where you often got a front seat at the playground having to watch two of them eat sand.

You loved them all. However, this time was different. Not only had they kept you waiting, but when you also saw the half-eaten cookie in Jisung’s hand, you truly had to hold yourself back as to not throw your flashlight right at his forehead. You angrily put your hands on your hips and tapped impatiently with your foot, you felt like an angry toddler but it was the only way you could hold yourself back.

”You guys left me out here alone,” at the sound of your voice the three boys turned towards you, almost as if they were surprised to find you standing in an empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere. ”Do you know how big the chances are for me to get kidnapped out here wearing this,” you said as you gestured towards your school uniform. Though you realized quickly that your argument fell pretty flat seeing as the three boys were also still wearing their uniforms.

”Well if I remember correctly you have pepper spray in that car of yours. Do you know why I remember?” Jisung said as the three boys came to a halt in front of you. ”Because my eyes still burn after you attacked me with it.”

You had to bite your tongue as to not laugh at the memory of Jisung scaring you only for you to - without knowing that it was him, of course - completely drench him in the spray. ”And right now I’m considering spraying you with it again,” you said, glaring at Felix as you heard him snicker. ”Why were you guys late?”

”Sorry, Jisung had to change the batteries in his flashlight,” Felix said as Jisung held up said item in his hand.

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at the flashlight. ”Then what the hell is the cookie for?”

”Provision Y/N,” Jisung said like it was obvious.

You just sighed as you dropped your hands from your hips, looking over your shoulder at your car as you felt your anger turn in to excitement for the plans that lay ahead. Slowly you turned away from the boys and started to make your way towards the said vehicle. ”Well did you at least bring a cookie for me?” You asked as Jisung and Felix walked past you towards the car.

”Sorry-” you don’t know why you got startled when Hyunjin walked up beside you, speaking for the first time that night. He looked at you sympathetically as he carefully grabbed your arm. Even though there were several layers of clothing between his hand and your bare arm, you still found yourself shivering. If you hadn’t forgiven Hyunjin even before he had shown up, you sure had forgiven him now. ”I didn’t get one either if that makes you feel better.”

You sighed as you handed Hyunjin your car-keys, not really in the mood for driving around in an unfamiliar forest. ”I’ll forgive you if you really take out the turns and make Jisung choke on that stupid cookie.” Hyunjin only laughed as he got into the driver seat and you got in the back after finding Felix already comfortably seated in the passenger seat.

Tonight was going to be a long night, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t at least a little bit excited.

The acoustic guitar music Felix had insisted on having on did nothing to help ease your nerves as you looked out the window at the dark forest quickly passing by outside it.

It wasn’t the first time you were wondering why in the world you always kept agreeing to join the three boys on their crazy missions to seek adrenaline kicks that would keep them in check for maybe a week or two before they went out again.

It was around one year ago now that the boys had first shared their curiosity with you. Back then it was only one innocent mission that they had in mind; to prove that the rumor about the old man that supposedly lived in the old, worn down shed deep in the forest was false. You had then only agreed to join them since you thought that there was absolutely no way that it was indeed real and so for you that was only going to be a pleasant outing to the woods. However, none of you had expected to actually find a man sleeping in the shed, let alone run away from there in zigzags as said man pointed a rifle at you.

The adrenaline had completely taken over all of your bodies, leaving you mostly tired but the other boys wide-eyed and craving more. That was the start of late nights in Jisung’s room, circling with red on a map of your town with places you wanted to go next, borrowing books from your library about old hoaxes and tales that you could all explore the true layers of.

You were however not as engaged as the other boys, the angry mans’ shouts still echoing in your head. When the boys had eagerly told you about where they wanted to go next you had been very hesitant, not really craving the adrenaline as much as the others.

However, this was also the time that sort of blurred together in your mind because of a certain someone. It was the time where you’d find yourself noticing all the small details about Hyunjin, details you hadn’t noticed about anyone else. It was the time where you’d relish the moments that you’d make him laugh, the time where you’d lay awake at night wondering if Hyunjin had looked at you a little longer than usual or if that was simply a fragment of your own imagination.

Now you looked over at Hyunjin’s face in the rearview mirror, his eyes concentrated on the road as his fingers tapped along to the guitar strumming filling the car. It was embarrassing to admit how easily persuaded you were as long as he was in the picture.

As you had joined on more and more of their adventures you had come to actually enjoy it all. You loved the mystery of arriving at a new unfamiliar place, always feeling a mixture of fear and excitement as you with flashlights went around to discover, never knowing what you’d find next. But as the car now started to slow down and as you thought of the pliers and the crowbar in the trunk behind you, you thought that this idea might be the craziest of them all. This wasn’t old sheds and graveyards, this was on a whole other scale compared to your last adventures.

When Jisung had told you and the others about the abandoned and presumably haunted hospital that laid a forty-minute drive away from you, you had flat out refused. Even Felix and Hyunjin had been wary as Jisung had eagerly told the history of the place.

However, when Jisung later told that other people had gone there as well and as he - with a slightly disappointed look because of the lowered fear factor - showed youtube videos of people walking through the old hospital, you had all agreed on joining him, even after he insisted you went when it was dark.

You were quick to regret your decision to join now though as you saw the big dark building through the car window. As you opened the door and stepped outside, you could tell that the others shared your regret as the building loomed tall over all four of you. No-one said anything as you all just stared at the hospital. It was like a building straight out of a horror movie. Some windows where boarded shut with rotting wood while you could still see some windows with glass, though they all were pretty much broken. The fence surrounding the building still had barbed wire at the top and you wondered what kind of hospital this actually used to be.

You were all still quiet when a crow suddenly flew from one of the pine trees surrounding the parking lot, flying straight at the car and the four of you surrounding it. With a shriek, the loudest one coming from Felix, you all threw yourself towards the ground, your arms coming up around your head as protection. You winced as your bare knees hit the asphalt and for a moment you could only hear your heart beating loudly in your ear as the bird with a loud caw flew up towards the trees again, leaving the parking lot in complete silence.

”Is it gone?” You heard someone say, not really sure who since your blood was still rushing around in your head.

Suddenly you felt something on your back and you thought that the bird had come back to eat you alive. You couldn’t help but shriek again. ”Woah, hey it’s just me,” You peeked up from under your arms only to come face to face with Hyunjin. ”Are you okay?”

You barely noticed his hand stroking your back as you sat up straight on your knees while releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jisung had already gotten up and was rummaging around your trunk for the supplies you had brought, while Felix was brushing off his pants from dirt. You looked over at Hyunjin and gave him a weak smile. ”Fucking birds man.”

”Fucking birds.” He agreed as he grabbed your hand and helped you up to your feet.

”Do you really think this is a good idea?” You said, trying to ignore the fact that Hyunjin was still holding your hand even though you were standing up just fine on your own.

Hyunjin looked over at Jisung who was handing some pliers to Felix while he was talking excitedly, his mouth moving fast. ”When has a good idea ever come out of Jisung’s mouth?”

You just sighed as Jisung, seeming to have found everything he needed, closed the trunk and with Felix on his side made their way towards the two of you. It was quick, but you still saw the way Felix glanced down at yours and Hyunjins still intertwined hands. Hyunjin must’ve seen it too because he quickly let go of it.

”So, did everyone bring a flashlight?” Hyunjin asked as the four of you raised your respective said items into the air. ”Great! Did everyone bring a good mood?”

Felix sighed. ”Stop it, let’s just get this over with.”

”Well I take that as a no, let’s hope the spirits take Felix first then. Otherwise, I guess we’re all ready to go. Jisung,” Hyunjin motioned towards the dark building. ”Care to lead the way?”

You don’t know how you ended up being the one at the front as you with your flashlight shone at the graffiti-covered walls of the corridor you were walking in. The boys were trailing behind you, Jisung and Felix talking about something that did not have anything at all to do with the building you were currently in. You didn’t know if it was fear that made them talk to distract themselves, or if it was simply them being unimpressed and just passing time. By the way Jisung had screamed when you guys first entered the building with him in the lead, after he tripped over what he insisted was a rat but you think was only air, you figured that it was probably the former that kept him talking. He had maintained a steady place in the middle of the group after that, leaving you, who had realized quickly that this place wasn’t that scary and that the pliers were totally unnecessary since people had rummaged this building before, at the front with Hyunjin close behind you.

”I just think you’re being a little dramatic about it, that is all.” You had no idea what they were quarreling about this time. By this point in your friendship you were extremely used to the bickering of the two boys at the back and so tuning out was easy.

Hyunjin walked past you as you stopped shortly to examine what you thought was a syringe but only turned out to be a stick. You rolled your eyes as the two boys stopped shortly behind you, before continuing on as you started walking again. ”Why are you calling me dramatic? I just normally don’t ruin things like that.” Jisung said.

”Yeah well, you are the one who ruined my mother’s favorite ramekins with burnt soy.” You threw a curious look over your shoulder at the boys, wondering what could have possibly led up to this conversation. You had to bite your tongue as to not laugh at the irritated expression both of them wore.

”Oh my god, I was just trying to make a nice meal!” Jisung said a little louder than necessary as he threw both his arms into the air, blending you with his flashlight in the process. ”Besides you were the one who gave me frozen salmon after I specifically asked for a fresh one. Of course, I burnt the soy, because of you it had to be in the oven longer.”

”You cooked salmon in a ramekin?” You asked as you wondered how it looked when one tried to make a salmon fit in a small dish like that. Jisung didn’t answer but you could imagine him glaring at you and you couldn’t suppress the smile as you shone your flashlight at another graffiti-piece.

”Well I suggested pizza but you just had to cook something. You said it would only take twenty minutes but I waited for one hour.”

”Because the salmon was frozen!” At Jisung’s sudden outburst, you swore that you heard something move behind a closed door you just passed. The others must’ve heard it too because in the blink of an eye you were all shining your respective flashlights at the door. You all glanced at each other, but no-one looked very tempted to open the door. Hyunjin made a gesture towards the hall, let’s move on he mouthed as he started walking again.

You turned towards Jisung and Felix who both had lost all color in their face. ”Shut up, both of you.” You whispered before following Hyunjin down the hall.

You were all quiet after that as if the sudden noise had wired your mouths shut with the possibility of there actually being something haunted about this building and not wanting to be discovered by whatever it was. Though the probability of the four of you being quiet was very small and as you moved further down the hallway you couldn’t help but bet on who would be the first on to talk. However, you had not expected it to be Hyunjin.

”Who in the world has a favorite ramekin?”

Felix just sighed and as you looked over your shoulder you saw him give Jisung a pointed look. ”My mom. She says nothing ever burns in it.”

”Well we’ve established that that was clearly wrong,” Hyunjin suddenly stopped and lowered his flashlight as he turned to face his small entourage. ”Now lady-” he said giving you a look that made your heart flutter. ”and gentlemen, we got a left and we got a right ahead of us. Do we split up or do we go together? According to my calculations,” he said, furrowing his brows as if he was actually counting something. ”the latter will probably take longer.”

Felix looked down at his wrist at a clock you knew didn’t exist. ”I say split up. I have to be home by nine so your calculations better be right.”

Jisung snorted. Oh boy, you thought. ”Is mommy cooking you dinner?”

”She would if only we had our ramekins left.”

Jisung threw his hands up in an exasperated manner as he turned towards Felix. ”Dude is all your food intake dependent on those fucking bowls? Because you wouldn’t shut up about it last night either. Don’t you own some normal ovenware or plates you can eat from-”

”Okaaay, split up it is,” you said as you moved to stand beside Hyunjin. ”I’ll go right with Hyunjin and you two can go left.” You didn’t give them any time to answer as you grabbed Hyunjin’s arm and dragged him down the right wing of the hallway.

However, it didn’t seem like any of them had any complaints as you could still hear them talking as they went down the other way. ”-no I just don’t understand why you don’t classify ramekins as normal ovenware.”

”And I don’t understand why you feel like it’s a good time to discuss whether or not we find certain kitchen tools normal. I just said that because-”

”I honestly can’t believe that we’re still friends with those two.” You looked up at Hyunjin as he spoke. He was walking close to you, his arm brushing against yours as you both made your way down the abandoned corridor.

”Yeah, sometimes I wonder that too. I was about ready to strangle Jisung when he showed up with that cookie earlier.”

”I’m sorry about that by the way. We shouldn’t have left you waiting.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling grateful at his apology. ”Honestly it’s fine. I’m used to it by now.” Hyunjin suddenly grabbed your arm and you looked down at it in confusion before looking at his face as he pulled you to a stop.

”You shouldn’t be used to it though-” You were surprised to hear the frustration in his voice and you felt yourself take a step back. Hyunjin must’ve been surprised by it himself because he closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. ”I mean… we always drag you along on these things even though I can see that you don’t want to. It just feels like we’re pressuring you sometimes and it makes me feel bad.” He said as he looked down at you again.

You tried not to think about the fact that Hyunjin, though not exactly literally, just said that he’d been watching you. For a few seconds, you had to force yourself to take a few deep breaths as to not start giggling hysterically before you carefully placed your other hand over Hyunjins’ who was still holding onto your arm. ”Hey, don’t worry about it. Trust me, I would’ve said no if I truly did not want to come.” You said. ”Going with you guys isn’t that bad. I mean this hospital isn’t exactly what I imagined it to be, but it’s still fun.”

For a moment Hyunjin just looked at your hand on top of his own. ”Are you sure?”

You took a deep breath as you tried to come up with anything to say so that the two of you could continue standing in that position, with your hands touching, but you came up blank so instead, you just smiled reassuringly. ”I’m sure.”

Hyujin nodded and did exactly what you were afraid would happen, he let go of your arm as he started walking again down the corridor. ”I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said as he shone down with the flashlight on his feet. ”What do you really think of all this?”

”I don’t know honestly,” You sighed. It’s a question you’ve been trying to answer for yourself too. ”Sometimes I wish we could move on and find other things to do. I mean we’re spending or free time roaming this normal, empty building where nothing is obviously going on. I’m one hundred percent sure that what we heard earlier in the other room was just a dove.”

Hyunjin laughed at that and you smiled at him before continuing. ”But then you know. It’s just something about going out with you guys, seeing parts of town I never in a million years though I’d visit. Exploring like this makes me feel really young again you know? It gives me the essence of childhood,” you said and Hyunjin looked up at you with a smile.

”You’re speaking as if you’re fifty years old.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes and lightly hit his arm.

”What I mean is, I loved spending my childhood with you guys and this just gives me reasons to relive it,” You said and discreetly looked over at Hyunjin to see his reaction to your next words. ”…you guys are truly my best friends.”

It was hard to tell his reaction since the corridor was so dark and you seriously contemplated if you should shine your flashlight in his face to see. You knew it was probably the worst idea you’ve had so far in your entire friendship with him, but you still had to grab your arm holding the light so it wouldn’t fly up straight to his face.

However, you did see when he started to nod as if he was taking your words in. He suddenly looked over at you and you quickly looked away as to not make it obvious you’d been starting. ”Don’t you think it’s time to move on though? Like we can’t be in the same position forever.”

You were slightly taken back by Hyunjin’s words. It had never really occurred to you that Hyunjin maybe didn’t like all of the exploits you guys did, though you had often gotten an impression that he did. ”What do you mean?” You asked, voicing your confusion.

Hyunjin suddenly started to slow down and eventually came to a halt and you mimicked his moves as you turned to look at him. ”I mean that time changes, and,” Hyunjin looked down at the ground as he scratched himself on the neck. ”…relationships. They change.”

What he said did nothing to help your confusion, if anything it only made it worse. Because was he implying what you thought he was implying? ”Well, I mean…” you began, trying to come up with something to say that didn’t make it obvious how much you wished he was saying what you thought he was saying. ”Relationship can still change even though- even though we still do this stuff. As long as there is a will behind it, you know…” You wanted to hit yourself on the forehead, weren’t you being too obvious?

Hyunjin met your eyes and you felt yourself clutch the flashlight as to not break eye contact with him. ”Do you think there’s a will to change behind… us?” He asked.

”I mean probably not in Felix and Jisung, but,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. ”There’s definitely one in me.”

Hyunjin suddenly took in a breath and you wanted to do the same because hadn’t you just technically confessed? You didn’t know how it had happened and why it suddenly felt so right to do it - especially not since you were currently in a presumably haunted old hospital - but you think it was the weird wording that tricked you. In your head you had imagined the two of you standing under cherry blossom, holding hands while the two of you confessed in a blushing mess that you liked each other. This was probably the most unromantic place on earth and it was so dark that you couldn’t see if Hyunjin was blushing. Maybe it was good though because it certainly forced you to talk. You took a deep breath. ”Do you think there’s a will in you?”

It felt like forever before you thought you could finally see Hyunjin’s head move up and down. ”There has always been one.”

You wanted to scream and do cartwheels down the entire hallway because you just couldn’t believe what was happening. When you waited in the parking lot earlier, this was definitely not what you had thought would go down. You tried to gain your composure by looking down at your feet and tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. There were a million things running around your head so you didn’t really know what to answer, instead, you quickly grabbed on to the first word you could find. ”Cool…” you said and then you wanted to scream for an entirely different reason. Cool? That’s all?

”So…” Hyunjin said. You couldn’t meet his eyes just yet, you still needed time to compose yourself. ”Does that mean you would like to go out on a-” He suddenly stopped when the flashlight in your hand started to flicker.

You looked down at it confused. Just this morning you had changed batteries so that this wouldn’t happen. You hit it a few times against your palm, however, it didn’t seem to help as the flickering grew more and more intense. The flashlight suddenly became borderline insane, like it had been possessed or something, and you held it out in front of you in fear. Hyunjin suddenly stepped and in a swift motion grabbed it from your hands before throwing it hard down on to the ground.

You both watched as it flickered a few more times before it turned off completely. With wide opened eyes you looked over at Hyunjin and he did the same, mimicking your expression. You were just about to ask him what the hell that was about when a scream from the other end of the corridor interrupted you.

In lightening speed you turned around as you heard heavy, quick footsteps along with constant screaming coming closer and closer. Hyunjin grabbed your arm as he shone his flashlight towards the sounds and soon enough you saw Jisung and Felix, both screaming equally as loud and looking equally as terrified, sprint towards you.

At first, you thought it was just a joke, seeing as they both a little earlier had been almost equally as scared by a bird. Hyunjin must’ve thought the same thing because his grip on your arm slightly lightened. However, as the two screaming boys came closer and you could sort of distinguish Felix screaming run, run, run and Jisung screaming something along the lines of holy shiiiiiiiiit, you thought that something must’ve happened. You looked up at Hyunjin and he met your eyes with a confused frown before you both looked at the boys again.

”I said run you motherfuckers,” Felix screamed when they got close enough to practically scream it right into your faces. You still couldn’t really comprehend what was happening and neither could Hyunjin it seemed like because the two of you just watched as Jisung and Felix ran right past you.

Hyunjin continued to look over at his shoulder as the two boys suddenly seemed to realize that maybe they shouldn’t leave their two friends to meet whatever it was that they had just seen, because they suddenly stopped further down the hallway. You looked back at the direction the boys came from and that is when you saw it.

It was hard to describe what it was, the only reason being that you honestly had no idea what it was you were seeing. Further down the corridor, it was like a black shadow was appearing, a cloud of black smoke surrounding it as it slowly, slowly crept down the corridor towards you. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you weren’t hallucinating, but the dark… thing was still there and you threw out your hand to hit Hyunjin to make sure he was seeing it too.

”What. The hell. Is that?” Hyunjin whispered and you couldn’t respond because you had absolutely no idea. Things like this weren’t supposed to exist outside of movies. You felt your hands starting to shake as the darkness came closer, but you couldn’t seem to move. It was like you were hypnotized by the way it was coming closer and closer.

If it weren’t for the hands that suddenly grabbed your arm, you probably wouldn’t have moved at all.

”You fucking bitches I swear I will kill you all,” it was Jisung shrieking in your ear as he grabbed you to pull you backwards as Felix did the same to Hyunjin who must’ve been as mesmerized by it as you.

You almost fell flat on to your butt when Jisung used all his bodyweight to pull you away, but it was enough to suddenly wake up something inside of you. With adrenaline pumping hard in your body, you took off sprinting along with the three boys.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t comprehend what was happening as you all rounded corner after corner in search for a door leading outside. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was making you hallucinate, but you swore you saw the black smoke surround your legs at one point.

But then you suddenly remembered how before you came here, Jisung had forced you all to study the blueprints of the hospital, something you had back then thought was the most unnecessary thing in the world but was no extremely grateful for as you suddenly saw a corridor with a line of windows that you recognized from the blueprint. If the blueprints were legit, there should have been a door at the end of this hallway.

”Quickly, down here!” you shouted as you turned in to the corridor and continued to sprint down it. You didn’t check if the boys were still following you, but even though the blood pumping in your head made it hard to hear, you thought that you still heard their footsteps and Jisung’s occasional whimpering as you passed the lined windows and then finally, finally saw a metal door at the end of the hallway.

You were all panting as you burst through the door, the sound of the door hitting the wall behind you echoing so loud both you and Jisung screamed. Hyunjin quickly grabbed the metal door and slammed it shut as you all ran down the stairs towards the fence that surrounded the building. Felix suddenly pulled out one of the pliers from his pocket and frantically started to snip the wires off the fence to create a hole you could all fit through. He was taking a really long time though, something the others must’ve agreed on because Jisung suddenly screamed, his voice cracking in the process. ”Hurry up!”

”I’m doing the best I can you idiot!” Felix screamed back as he with a few last cuts with the plier started to pull the fence apart so that you could all fit through.

Hyunjin placed an arm on your back as he pushed you towards the hole, holding it open for you as you climbed through, probably ripping your uniform blazer in the process. It seemed like the door had led you out to the back of the building and after the last one went through the hole in the fence, you all quickly ran around the old hospital to the parking lot located at the front, where you could see your car further down. None of you stopped sprinting until all four of you rounded the car and crouched down behind it.

The wind was the only sound as it ran through the pine trees to stir its leaves. You closed your eyes and listened to it in hopes of calming your beating heart and heavy breathing.

”Do you guys see anything?” Someone whispered and you heard someone’s shoes move against gravel. When you opened your eyes you saw Hyunjin slightly standing up as he looked through the windows of the car towards the building.

”I don’t see anything, I think it’s gone.” He said, making all of you carefully stand up straight as you looked towards the building. Like Hyunjin just said, there was absolutely nothing to be seen. The building looked exactly the way it had when you first arrived.

”Holy fuck, what was that?” Jisung asked.

For a moment you all just stood there, taking in what you had just seen and the fact that you all actually made it out. You looked over at Hyunjin and was surprised to find him already looking at you. As your eyes met his, his face broke out into a relieved smile as his hand reached out towards you. You looked down at it, ready to meet him halfway to lace your cold fingers together when a ding suddenly interrupted you, both of you quickly dropping your hands to the side.

Felix quickly reached into his pocket and took out his phone which must’ve gotten a text.

”Oh hey, my mom is inviting all of you over for dinner.”

a/n: fun fact, I wrote this one after I burnt soy in a ramekin trying to cook frozen salmon.

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The Jury is Out Ch. 2

➳Pairing: Renjun x Reader x Jeno (ft a few other Dreamies)

➳Genre: fluff/ angst

➳Word Count: 7K

➳ Warnings: under age drinking, mentions of infidelity

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You were used to working with the guy you despise most in the world on a day to day basis but one day all that changes when you have to work together after school for two weeks. Was it crazy to want to be friends with your enemy? Was it possible to be something...more?

A/N: Sorry about the slow uploads. I’m trying to work on my motivation to write rn :/ Hopefully the next part will be up soon!

***STORY HAS BEEN RE-EDITED

The halls are cramped and chilly as you squeeze in between groups of people obnoxiously standing in the center of the walkway. Today is finally Friday, meaning you could rest at home for the next two days. Heaven knows you needed it given how shitty your week has been. You were incredibly exhausted and you couldn't figure out why, considering you overslept literally every morning. Not to mention, you were still pissed at Renjun for leaving you to work on the booth by yourself. To be frank, you just weren't in the mood today.

You trudge through the open door of your first period and sit in your seat, readjusting your headband. Renjun makes an appearance shortly afterwards, his oversized backpack brushing the doorframe—seriously, what a nerd—and you promptly look down at your phone, not wanting to give him any attention. If he thought you were going to let this one go he was dead wrong.

Class starts and Mrs. Brookes walks in with an arm full of papers. "Good morning, everyone! It's quiz time!!"

You jolt awake at that, the quiz seeming to have completely slipped your mind. You even forgot to study last night, falling asleep before you got the chance to start on the rest of your homework. You rub your tired eyes, trying to remember all the materials you learned in the past week but it was so hard to function at such an early hour.

You groan, laying your head down on the table just as Renjun approaches and places a scantron on the top of your head. You sit up in your chair, the paper sliding off onto the black surface in front of you, to find Renjun studying you with an odd look on his face. Maybe he was still feeling queasy from the lab yesterday?

"Were you...did you start on the booth yesterday?"

You roll your eyes to sky, picking up your pencil to fill out your name. Renjun stands there for a moment until he realizes he won’t be getting an answer and moves on to the next table. You feel a small sense of victory. Could that have been remorse that you'd seen on his face? You shake your head, immediately dismissing the thought. Impossible.

Ha, as if he was capable of such an emotion!

Well, whatever it was, it was obvious he wasn't proud of his actions yesterday. He looked like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs, his head hanging low as he passed out papers to the students. He really needed to get that temper of his in check.

Mrs. Brookes passes out the quizzes shortly after Renjun finishes passing out scantrons and starts a timer. You quickly get to work, thoroughly mulling over the questions and answers. Not even five minutes into testing, Renjun stands up to turn in his quiz. Of course, he would be the first one to finish. He always was. You fight the urge to roll your eyes and finish up the last two questions, turning in your paper next.

Sitting back down in your chair, you put your earbuds in, searching for a song to pass the time when you remember your father's orders for you and Sadie to spend more time together. Sadie had been driving you everywhere since she returned, even when it was within walking distance, she insisted.

You [9:32 AM]: are you picking me up today?

You switch back to your music playlist, settling on the first song you saw when your phone buzzed in your hand.

Sadie [9:33 AM]: yep! we're having a sisters night btw and before you ask no you can't get out of it ;)

Your head falls into your hands as you scream internally. Sadie was driving you bonkers from all this 'sister bonding' she's been forcing you into.

Haven’s there again at lunch, this time though, there was a long line of people waiting to sign up for the blood drive. You pause, wondering where everyone was when you started sign-ups.

Haven's hair bobs back and forth in her loose top-knot as she nods in conversation with some girl having trouble understanding the process of the blood drive.

"They don't put you to sleep when they take the blood?" the girl asks with a panicked expression.

"No, that's not how blood drives work..."Haven replies, her lips in a thin line.

"If I ask them to, do you think they will?"

Haven rolls her eyes so far back you could only see the whites of her eyeballs. "No. Are you gonna sign-up or not?"

The poor girl looks like she was gonna piss her pants right then and there. She shakes her head no and briskly walks away.

"Next!" Haven shouts.

You sit down in the chair next to Haven and she glances at you, giving you a once-over.

"Cute bracelet. Where'd you get it?"

"Thanks, it was a gift from my sister. I'm not sure where she got it," you reply, fumbling with the charms.

Sadie had bought you the bracelet two Christmases ago and you'd haven’t taken it off since. Not for any reason, in particular, you just thought it looked nice with how plain your uniform was.

After the last person scurries off to their friends, you and Haven start digging in to your lunches.

"So..., "Haven begins. "are you and Renjun together?"

It takes a few seconds for her question to register in your brain and then you’re nearly choke on your PB&J sandwich, dramatically coughing for dear life.

"Together? As in dating??"

You couldn't even hide how horrified you were by the question. The audacity of her to ask such a heinous question was unsettling. Didn't everyone know you hated each other? Even the teachers knew about your rivalry.

"Not even if he was the last person on Earth," you defend. "Besides, Renjun hates my guts."

"I see," she nods. "But how do you feel about him?"

You stop mid-chew. "Huh?"

"The way you guys talk to each other, I just assumed there was some sort of history there I didn't know about. I mean, he's cute, yeah sure, anyone with eyes can see that but he's also really smart and he's super sweet when he wants to be."

Sweet my ass—

"Hey!" Renjun calls out as he approaches from the side.

At this rate, he was going to make a daily habit of stopping by your table at lunch.

Haven gives you a suspicious glare before she busies herself by cutting up her fruits with the dull ends of her plastic fork.

"Hey," he repeats once he was closer to the table. "Are we still meeting after school?"

You almost said yes before you remembered you were still mad at him for ditching you yesterday. You give him a stormy look and pull out your phone, making a point that you were ignoring him.

"I know you're giving me the cold shoulder and what not—and I get it. I really do. But could you just meet me on the field so we can get this done? That's all I ask."

And with that, he walks away.

"Hey, Renjun!" Haven yells after him. He glances over his shoulder but keeps walking.

That was weird.

"What exactly happened between you two?" you ask.

Haven chews on her bottom lip before shaking her head. "It's complicated."

Complicated. What did that even mean? Aren't all breakups complicated? Why did you care anyway, it's not like it's any of your business.

Right.

It wasn't any of your business so why did you ask that? It was odd enough that you were curious about Renjun's past relationships but now it was going to seem like you were actually interested in him. And let’s face it, hell would freeze over before that would ever happen.

After the final bell rings, you make your way to the track field. You debated on whether or not you should even show up but you weren't as douche-ey as Renjun.

Your feet pad down the concrete stairs, trotting across the damp grass. You spot the familiar head of dark hair in the center of the field as you near the booth. Renjun had already begun without you, taping the flags on each side of the booth. His uniform jacket was folded neatly on top of his bag on the ground and you drop yours down next to his. Renjun is too immersed in getting the tape to hold the flags to notice your arrival. Despite the cold, there’s a light sheen of sweat that coats his honey bronze skin, his fringe starting to stick to his forehead.

You clear your throat loudly and Renjun peeks over his shoulder.

"Oh, you came," Renjun let out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, well, I'm not you so..." you trail off.

"Right," his voice is low. "Look, about yesterday...I shouldn't have just left you like that."

He pauses to wipe the sweat at his temples with the back of his hand. "I overreacted and I'm sorry. Things have been...off lately."

You’re silent for a moment, not sure of what to say. It wasn't like Renjun to show any real emotion towards you.

You approach him, adjusting the flag properly so the tape wouldn't peel off from the weight.

"You've been apologizing a lot lately."

The corners of Renjun's lips curve upwards. "I guess I have."

It was silent as he begins to nail a wooden board across the table legs.

You watch him work as you mindlessly painted a plank of wood for the top of the booth. His brow is creased as he carefully handles the hammer and nail.

"How'd you do on the quiz?" he asks, disturbing the stillness in the air.

"It was pretty easy," you muse. "I probably got an A."

"You always get an A, what do you mean 'probably'?" he chuckles.

A smile creeps on your face. "I'm just being modest here—of course I got an A!"

"When are you ever modest?" Renjun retorts, a teasing smile playing on his lips. And you realize for the first time, it's a smile that was meant in a friendly way.

"I'm more modest than you could ever be."

Renjun moves on to the next board, picking up a new nail. "Maybe. That's the only thing you do better than me, though."

You scoff. You knew it was meant to be a joke but you couldn't help but feel irritated by how true it was.

"I will admit that you are better than me at a lot of things. If modesty is all I have on you, I'll take what I can get."

Renjun chuckles. "I was joking! There's tons of stuff you can do better than I ever could."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" you ask.

"If you're fishing for compliments, I'm not falling for that," he shakes his head with a laugh.

"I'm not asking for compliments, I'm serious. You're always one step in front of me, Renjun. No matter how you look at it, you're perfect."

Renjun stops hammering to look at you. "Was that supposed to be a joke? I don't know if you've noticed, but the reason why I have to work so hard to keep my spot at the top is you. You keep me on track because I know if I slack off for even a sliver of a moment, you'll take it away from me. I'm not perfect."

You stare at him for a beat, an odd feeling stirring in your chest.

"No one's better than anyone, alright? We're equals," he finishes, re-focusing on his task again.

His voice is cool and smooth like marble and for the first time you hear a gentle tone in his words. The gleam in his eye showed you a more sincere side of himself you never knew existed and it made your heart pick-up.

"Right, of course," you say, forcing a laugh.

The two of you continue to have small talk as you work. Him, always asking the questions and you, trying to answer them as politely as possible. After a while, the atmosphere begins to feel less forced and you’re able to talk to him freely without feeling the painful drag of awkwardness.

When the sun begins to paint the sky red, you both decide that was enough work for the day. You agree to meet on Monday again after school.

You walk together to the parking lot mostly in silence. When Renjun offers to walk you to your sister's car you decline immediately, not wanting Sadie anywhere near him. You wave to him as you got into the passenger's side of Sadie's Audi.

"See 'ya later!" he shouts before he hops into a black truck across the lot.

"Who's that? He's cute," Sadie says, craning her neck to watch him get into the car.

You buckle your seatbelt. "Not really. That's just my lab partner from anatomy."

"Are you kidding me? If I was your age I'd be all over that. And single of course."

"I don't know, I guess he is. I haven't really thought about him that way before."

Sadie drives out of the parking lot, looking at you as if you had two heads. "You guess? We really need to sort out your taste in men."

You hum, waving her comment off and thankfully she doesn't pester you about it for the rest of the way home.

"Let's make cookies!" Sadie suggests, tossing her keys in the dish on the table.

You scowl. "You know I can't cook."

"I'll give you the easy stuff to do," she says, shuffling into the kitchen.

You press your lips together, following her to your doom. Baking cookies wasn't something you ever wanted to do in your lifetime but here you were in the kitchen with Sadie doing something you didn't want to do, yet again.

"I'll make the batter and then you can mix it with this spoon here, see?" she holds up a large wooden spoon.

You nod wordlessly, slumping over the wooden counter while she washes her hands.

You watch Sadie gather all the ingredients from around the kitchen and set them out around a ginormous bowl from the cupboard you didn't know existed until now.

"Since mom and dad aren't home yet, I can finally tell you about Jodie!" Sadie claps her hands excitedly.

You mime gagging behind her back before slumping back over the counter.

"Oh god, where do I even begin," she pauses in deep thought. "Oh! We met at orientation, as you know. But what I didn't tell you is how he asked me out."

"And how'd he do that?" you try to hide the boredom in your voice.

"He brought a big basket of those muffins I like from the dining hall—well technically he stole them but anyways—he brought them to my dorm and asked me to dinner at this underground restaurant and, ugh, it was so romantic! It had all these twinkly lights and a live band!"

"That does sound nice. Except for the stealing part. I don't find illegal stuff romantic."

"Of course you wouldn't, but anyway, we've been together ever since. We made two years last month," Sadie smiled at her bowl of mush ingredients.

"Wow, I hadn't even realized it's been that long," you reply, toying with the wooden spoon.

"Yeah," she sighs. "Mom and dad met him a couple of days before our anniversary but they don't know everything that happened so when I tell you this, you have to promise me you won't say anything, okay?"

You perk up at the seriousness of her tone. "Yeah, of course."

Sadie looks hesitant before she speaks. "After about a year into our relationship, Jodie...he cheated on me with some girl in his psych class."

"He what??!" you jump up, nearly knocking over the ingredients Sadie had set up so neatly.

Who in their right mind would ever cheat on someone as amazing as Sadie? Everyone loved Sadie. And you meant everyone. If someone didn't like her it was because they were jealous and even then they secretly liked her! It just didn't make sense. No matter which you put it, you can’t think of a single reason why he would think that was a good idea or even be tempted to cheat with another woman. He was more foolish than you ever anticipated.

"And what happened? You're still with him?"

Sadie looks ashamed as she avoids your gaze. "We broke up for about a month after it happened. But yes, we're still together."

You grab her arm, making her look at you. "Why would you get back together with someone who cheated on you with some random girl?"

"You wouldn't understand, __, you're still young. You've never even had a boyfriend before. It's not that simple."

You frown, confused and albeit a little angry. Isn't it common sense to break up after your partner had an affair? Sadie was everyone's dream girl—she was sweet, loving, beautiful, knew how to cook and was too forgiving for her own good. The fact that she decided to stay with some loser who couldn't see that was infuriating. You didn't like Jodie before but now you actually had a valid reason.

"Please don't be mad, __," Sadie pleads as if reading your mind. "Love is...complicated."

Complicated. There's that word again.

Sadie tucked her hair behind her ears, searching for the right words. "Just because he hurt me, doesn't mean I don't love him anymore. I can't just turn off my feelings for him whenever I want. Those feelings don't go away so easily and you'll see that for yourself one day,"

"I'd rather not," you huff, crossing your arms.

Sadie drags your body to the bowl now that she was done measuring the needed materials.

"Not all relationships turn out like mine. Maybe you'll have better luck than me," she gives you a small smile.

You stir the mixture clumsily, as you give her an pointed look. "Yeah right, have you met me?"

"Oh hush," she slaps your arm. "Enough about me. What about this lab partner of yours?"

You grimace. "I promise you nothing's going on there. His friend Jeno, however, is much more interesting."

Sadie holds the bowl steady for you as your stirring grows sloppier. "Oh, all the Jenos I've met are always crazy hot."

"His looks don't disappoint, believe me. He's got the whole school wrapped around his finger. He's really smart too."

"I knew he'd be smart if you were interested in him. Does he play a sport?"

"Soccer."

"That's even hotter," Sadie replies, taking the bowl from you and forming a small ball with the dough. "Can you grab that big pan and put a baking sheet over it for me?"

You follow her instructions and she thanks you, placing a ball on the pan.

"What's crazy is, he's barely even spoken to me prior to this week but he suddenly asked me to go to his party tonight."

"Well, you're going, right?" she pauses to turn on the oven.

"Of course not," you answer in an incredulous tone.

"Why not?!" Sadie exclaims. "You have to go!"

"I don't do parties and I don't do boys, you know that," you resume back to your position over the counter.

"Right, those lame rules you made when you were like ten. Don't you think they're a little ridiculous? You can still have a life and be successful, you know."

You pursed your lips. "I like my rules."

"You like them because they keep you in your comfort zone. You gotta go, honey. You're gonna regret it if you don't. And you don't have to date Jeno. Just try to get to know him—ignore him all night for all I care—just go and have some fun for once!"

"I don't think—"

"Nope! You don't have a choice, you're going!" she says cutting you off.

"Put the cookies in the oven while I get everything ready!" Sadie shouts as she runs off to her old room in haste.

You throw your head back, throwing a silent tantrum before putting the cookies in the oven.

When you meet Sadie in her room, her entire contents of her suitcase were thrown out onto the floor with a giant case of makeup open by the mirror. You immediately walked back out yelling out a quick and stern 'no!'

"Wait! Come on, it'll be fun!" she runs after you, her arms spilling over with dresses you'd rather die than to put on your body.

Sadie manages to coax you out of your room and back into hers but only after you made her promise to not do anything too crazy.

You change out of your uniform and into a pair of jeans and one of Sadie's satin blouses. You already flat-out refused to wear her dress so when you rejected the idea of wearing any type of heels, she settled for her black booties. You’re lucky you wear the same size in everything otherwise you’d end up showing up in that old church dress your mom bought you four years ago before you all stopped going. There was never a need to get nice-looking clothes because you never went anywhere.

You find yourself sitting on the floor in between your sister's legs as she curls your hair. You have major difficulty remaining still for long periods of time and Sadie burned you a few times because of it. When she’s content with your hair she attempts to do your makeup but your reject anything more than mascara and lipgloss, knowing what kind of harmful chemicals it was all made of.

You allow her to do your eyebrows solely because of the sad look in her eye when you said you didn't want to. It hurt like hell and you think you might regretted it a little but the outcome wasn't too shabby, although you'd never admit that to Sadie.

Sadie brings you a plate full of cookies as you did your mascara, giving you pointers as she munches down on a sugar cookie.

Once the torture was over, you feel like you were an entirely different person. Not in a catfish, full face of makeup kind of way but in a this girl never wears anything outside of her school uniform and pajamas kind of way. The person in the mirror looks so foreign to you and you can’t decide if it was a good or bad change but you didn't have too much time to dwell on it before Sadie was shoving you out the door.

After giving her the address from Jeno's Snapchat story, Sadie sends you a warm smile. Her nose crinkles a bit and she keeps staring at you with this motherly look in her eye.

"You look pretty. You always look pretty but you look especially pretty right now."

You're cheeks feel a tad warm as you give her an uncomfortable smile, thanking her.

Once you arrive at the address, Sadie grabs your hand and squeezes it. "Text me when you're ready for me to pick you up. Have fun okay? But be careful."

"Okay," you reply before exiting the car.

You wave to Sadie as she drives away, wishing you could call her back and beg her to take you home but it was too late for that. You came all the way here and now you had to man up and do this. But the overwhelming amount of second thoughts leave you frightened. You can’t help but wonder if Jeno's invitation to you was a joke or some sort of dare he was forced into. Even Renjun knew you didn't belong here.

You take a deep breath and walk towards the front door, letting yourself in. The music hits you like a wave, stunning you for a moment. You hadn't heard it outside the house so the overwhelming sound of the bass resonating through your bones made your heart pick up even faster than before.

The living room was packed with familiar-looking people, most of them leaned against the large walls of the room, a cup full of an unidentifiable liquid in their hands, others dancing wildly in the center of the room.

You decide to search for Jeno, not knowing what else to do. You squeeze through several clusters of people but the dimness of the room made it nearly impossible to see anyone clearly that wasn't less than five feet away, so you give up for the time being, taking an empty spot on the wall near the couch.

You unlock the screen of your phone, just about to text Sadie to come and get you when Haven strides up to you with a golden-haired boy you recognized as Jisung—one of Renjun's friends.

"What are you doing here?" she yells over the music.

You frown at her question. "You know why I'm here; you were there when Jeno invited me."

"You know Jeno?" Jisung asked, his eyes scanning you in curiosity. "I haven't seen you around before—are you new?"

Your fingernails dig into the skin of your palm. If you had a nickel for every time a student asked you that. You would think at least some people would have known you from the vast amounts of extra-curricular activities and sports you played but of course, you were just as invisible to them as you were to everyone else.

"I've been going to this school longer than you have, freshie," you fight the urge to roll your eyes at the kid.

"What's with the way you're dressed? Don't you own anything other than a lame shirt and some jeans?" Haven sneers, giving you a look of pure disgust.

You look down at your outfit, suddenly self-conscious. Was it too conservative for a party like this? Haven's mini skirt and flashy crop top made your outfit look dull in comparison. Maybe you should’ve worn one of Sadie’s dresses after all.

And here you thought bumping into Haven was going to save you from the embarrassment of hanging around the party like some loner without friends. before now, you never really cared to make friends throughout school, preferring to be alone. You had your parents and although they were annoying at times, they were more than enough company for you. You try not to allow her words to affect you but they do. Your throat tightens with sudden urge to cry but you fight it.

"Just because I'm not dressed like a whore doesn't mean it's not cute," you gruff, brushing past her.

You push through the crowd of people towards the front door only to bump into a hard chest that belonged to none other than Lee Jeno.

"Oof! I'm sorry—oh! __, you came," Jeno smiles pleasantly. "Come with me," he grabs your elbow, not waiting for a response as he leads you back to the center of the room to the twin couches.

He signals his friends to make a space for you, ushering you to sit down next to him. You’re surprised to see Renjun sitting on the other side of you, immersed in what seemed like an intense level of Tetris.

"Hey, Renjun," you greet him.

Renjun glances up from his phone, his eyes going wide, obviously surprised that you showed up.

"Umm...Renjun?" you sit back, feeling uncomfortable after a while of him not saying anything.

"Hello? Earth to Renjun?" you snap your fingers in front of his face, finally sparking something in him as he blinks once then twice.

"S-sorry, hi," he says awkwardly then resumes playing his game.

You scowl, expecting a better response. Why was he acting so strange? Just a few hours ago, he insisted on walking you to Sadie's car but now he won't say more than two words to you? Did he not want his friends to know you were getting along?

You’re silent as Jeno jokes along with his friends, a crowd gathering around the popular boy. His eyes squint into laughter whenever one of his friends says something stupid. Thankfully, he was turned in the opposite direction so you could admire the side-view of his chiseled face. You’re glad to have found Jeno when you did, or else you wouldn't have been sitting next to him now, feeling like you a part of something for once.

"Why do you look like that?" Renjun speaks and your cheeks turn rosy, hoping he didn't notice you staring at his best friend.

You attempt to look nonchalant as you answer. "Look like what?"

"I don't know. You look...weird," he says, his eyes staring straight into yours, making you feel cold.

You drew back from him, your heart feeling heavy at his statement. Did you really look so bad that two people had to tell you that to your face?

Apparently, Jeno had heard the conversation as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. "I think you look pretty," he pokes a finger in your cheek and you almost die on the spot.

You shake your head, embarrassed, and Jeno only chuckles, turning back to his friends but leaving his arm around you.

You don't say anything after that, listening to the notes of a song you’ve never heard before in favor of the conversation being held next to you. They were talking about sports, something--unless it was volleyball--that you didn't have much interest in. After a few songs, you get bored, looking to Renjun, who was still on the same level of Tetris. Feeling your gaze on him, you lock eyes for a brief moment then he looks away again.

Concerned, you nudge his elbow, "Are you okay?"

Renjun doesn't look back up at you. "I'm fine."

Obviously, he wasn't but you drop it, not wanting him to snap at you again like the other day.

Jeno tightens his arm around your neck, grabbing your attention. "You wanna dance?"

"Oh, god no," you answer quickly. "I don't dance."

Jeno tilts his head at you. "Hmm..."

You blink, waiting for him to continue.

He stands up abruptly, your eyes following him. "Come with me," he holds a hand out for you to take.

You remember your sister's warning and decide that doesn't sound like a safe thing to do. "I want to stay here."

Jeno pouts, sensing the reason behind your hesitancy. He grabs your wrist, pulling you up with strength you didn't know he had.

"I promise, I won't try anything weird," he smiles that Jeno smile at you and how could you resist?

You let him drag you away from the party, your eyes alert for anything if he tried something funny. You never fought anyone before but you decide that if it came down to it, you were prepared to, even if it was your precious Jeno.

You pass through the kitchen and dining area, where there’s a glass sliding door leading to a patio. He opens it, stepping through first and letting go of you as he held the door open for you. It was a wooden patio with a large grill and fancy table with a yard that has more than enough space for the entire party attendees to run around in. The quietness surrounds your ears as you venture out further onto the patio, noticing a pool at the end of the yard. It was the kind of backyard that everyone dreamed of as a kid.

Jeno motions with his head to follow him and you trail behind him to the lounge chairs by the pool.

"Is this more comfortable for you?" he asks crossing his legs as he lays back in his chair.

You smile, abashedly. "Yes."

Your eyes follow a group of leaves swirling around each other in the pool as you ask Jeno a question that had been on your mind since Wednesday.

"Why did you invite me to your party?" your heart pounds in your ears, remorse fueling your body at the question immediately. You wouldn't know what you'd do if he told you it was a joke. Or worse, if he suddenly confessed to you.

Jeno purses his lips, drinking from his cup, probably full of luke-warm beer. "Because I think you're hilarious. Plus you're super pretty. I always wanted to get closer to you so I thought inviting you to my party would be a good place to start."

You let out a breath, neither relieved or disappointed he didn't ask you out. But he did admit he was interested in you in a way, didn't he? You decide to ask Sadie when you get home.

"So, how's that booth coming along?"

You snort, remembering the project Renjun sucked you into doing with him. "It's nearly half-way done but it would be closer to being finished if I didn't have to start on my own."

"Yeah I heard about that," he giggles. "Go easy on him, okay? He's under a lot of stress right now."

Your eyes almost dart of their sockets. "That boy gets everything he wants. There's no way in hell he could have anything more than the occasional pimple to stress over."

Jeno snickers again. "You always crack me up," with a shake of his head he continues. "Renjun's father is really hard on him when it comes to school and he's also really disappointed in him for not being on the soccer team. The best just isn't enough for the guy, I guess."

You sigh, trying to wrap your head around the concept of Renjun having real issues. Of course, every person had their own problems it's just that you never actually thought of him as a person. He was always just an obstacle blocking you from the future you've always wanted.

"I didn't know that," you say after a while.

"No one does. He doesn't like telling people," he stops to take a gulp of beer. "Does that mean you'll be nicer to Renjun?"

"Ha!" you scoff, taking his cup and having a sip. You weren't really sure what made you do that but it was already too late, the warm beverage already making its way down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you thought it would be but it still wasn't a flavor that you particularly liked. You shrug, taking a bigger gulp of it.

"Nine times out of ten he's the one who starts it. He brings it on himself," you laugh.

Jeno's laughter chimes with yours and you enjoy each other's company for a little while longer, just staring at the moon hanging in the raven sky.

"I don't get how you can even stand being friends with him. You pick on each other all day."

Jeno sighs, kicking his feet in the air. "That's what friends do, I guess. Maybe that's just guys, though. I mean, it all comes from a good place but when it really comes down to it, we're always there for each other."

"That's nice," you say, suddenly feeling guilty for what you said about Jeno. "I wouldn't know. I don't really have friends."

Jeno raises his eyebrows at you. "Really? I thought you had a ton of friends in all those clubs your in."

"Nah, I never really connected with those people."

"Well, I'll be your friend," Jeno cheeses at you and you gush, an unmistakable blush warming your cheeks.

You nod, as you struggle to drink the last of the contents of the beer with an unwavering smile.

A stiff breeze blows by, the leaves rustling in the trees above your heads. You tuck your face into your jacket to brace yourself from the cold.

"I already broke two rules in the span of one hour," you breath, not caring your words formed aloud.

Jeno glances at you curiously, "Hmm?"

You smile to yourself. "Nothing. It’s just some stupid rules I made up when I was like ten."

"Is dancing included in those rules?"

"No, actually."

Jeno stands up with a grunt. "Would you reconsider my offer from earlier?" he asks, his hand held out to you like before.

You weren't sure if it was the now empty cup of beer or maybe you felt a change in you at that moment that you never felt before but you found yourself taking his hand and being led away to the dance floor.

The music was different than what you were used to, the beat a little too fast-paced for you but you followed what everyone else was doing around you, throwing your hands above your head and jumping until you were out of breath. Jeno guides your body closer to him until you were pressed against one another, his arm secured tightly around your waist. You throw your head back in laughter, never having thought the night would've turned out like this. Jeno’s fiery lauch chimes in with yours, his eyes squinting into slits as he twirls you around the living room. You’ve never felt so free. Your mind was always weighted by thoughts of homework and exams. Your life revolved around school and you never seen a problem with it. So many years spent cooped at home when you could’ve been experiencing this. A few more cups and you don't even have a second thought about dancing with Jeno, the two of you goofing around the living room and bouncing around wildly. You were too drunk to notice the entire room hooting and cheering you on and you were too drunk to notice Renjun's eyes glued to the two of you the entire night.

You toss your bag on the floor of the car, then plop down in the seat, Sadie already revving up the engine next to you.

She sends you an odd look once you’ve settled in. "No headband and ponytail today?"

Your hands smooth over the top of your hair instinctively. "No. I think I like my hair better down."

Sadie reaches over, pinching your cheek. "I think you look good either way."

You rub the spot Sadie grabbed, grumbling as you always did.

"One party and my little sissy's all grown up!" Sadie cries, her lips in a pout.

You face-palm yourself. "Nothing's changed. I just styled my hair little differently today, Sadie."

The car comes to a stop at a red light. "Are you sure this has nothing to do with Jeno confessing to you at the party?"

Your face turns beet red as you sputter to defend yourself. "It wasn't a confession! And I didn't have time to find my headband because I slept through my alarm. Thanks for waking me up on time, by the way, Miss I-Wake-Up-At-Four A.M-everyday!"

Sadie giggles an apology, patting your leg.

You arrive to your first period, sitting in your unassigned-assigned seat and throwing your belongings down in the seat next to you, waiting as the rest of the students poured in. The bell sounds and Mrs. Brookes comes in, stressing about the class average of the quiz you took Friday.

Your graded papers were passed back and you were delighted to see an A+ scribbled in red at the top. You look up to find Renjun and show him your score. You aced the quiz just as said you would back at the field the other day. When your eyes land on his seat, however, you find it empty. Your eyes scan the classroom but still no Renjun. Did he not come in at all? It was strange for him to be tardy–it was normally you who was always late. Was he okay? He did look a bit off the last time you saw him...

You find yourself constantly checking the door throughout the class period, expecting him to barge in with some lame excuse or maybe he had a real one for being late for all you knew but he never did.

Second and third period go by and still no sign of Renjun. You were starting to worry about the booth. You didn't want to work on it by yourself but if he wasn't going to show, shouldn't he at least message you?

You suddenly remember Jeno's words to go easy on Renjun. It was things like this that made it impossible to do just that. This was important to you and you could've sworn it was important to him too! Next time you see him, you’ll kill him! Not even Jeno could stand in the way of what you were going to do to him.

When you make it to the field later that afternoon, there’s a lot more kids than last week but, of course, still no Renjun. You puff your cheeks with air, zipping up your coat and start to paint the last part of the booth.

Not even a moment later, a kid walks over to you with a scarf covering half of his face and a coat so big he could barely move his arms.

"Hey, you're __, right?"

You put down your paintbrush. "Yeah? Who are you?"

"I'm Chenle. Renjun asked me to help you out with the booth for him."

"Oh," you blink. You were relieved you didn't have to do this on your own but you were kind of uncomfortable working with a stranger at the same time.

"Why wasn't he at school today, anyway?"

You could tell he was smiling by the rise in his cheeks. "He told me to tell you that he was sick today but I don't see a reason to lie to a stranger. He actually came late after third period."

You let a curse slip through your lips but hold in your rage, picking up the paintbrush again. There was no way he could be serious. He only missed three classes, which happened to be the only ones he shared with you.

"So, why wasn't he at lunch?"

He shrugs. "I don't know either. I just assumed he was with Jeno,"

You let out a long sigh.

Jeno wasn't at lunch either? You hadn't even noticed; you were so busy looking for Renjun. Your eyebrows furrow, giving Chenle something easy to do while you finish painting. You’re angry more than anything. You blew up his phone all day, asking where he was and if he was okay and yet, not a single response but he was at school the whole time. Why would he do that? Was he avoiding you for some reason? You didn't exactly know why but it pained you to think that. Was it stupid to think you were actually becoming friends?

Of course, you weren't friends. Renjun was just trying to make working together tolerable. How could you think that when he was being so cold to you at the party? You were still competing with each other at the end of the day. What good could possibly come out of befriending your enemy? He didn't text you back because he didn't have to. He sent someone to help you out in his place and that was all he owed you.

You knew you had no reason to be upset. Renjun didn't trick you into anything. He never said he wanted to be friends. It was your fault for mistaking his kindness for something bigger than that. But still, your eyes sting with unshed tears, your back turned away from Chenle. You weren't going to cry in front of Renjun's friend. You'd embarrassed yourself enough already.

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