#Turns out all the unbelievably talented incredibly handsome Black man had to do to get the fandom to actually pay attention to him

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I'm British so no Thanksgiving, but I will say, as someone who's lamented for ages that Swerve doesn't usually get any love/acknowledgement from the fandom, I'm grateful that there's actual fanart of him now. And it's all so GOOD.

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J’aime

You’re the newest hire at a local café and head barista Jeon Jungkook takes you under his wing.

Word Count: 16.2k

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Slight Fluff, Smut, Angst

A/N:  What’s next? maybe a Taehyung fic to quench my secret thirst?

Part 2 | Part 3

Working at J’aime Café had taught you a valuable lesson: Where there’s high risk, there’s high reward, and in the absence of said reward, there would be unbelievable loss too.

It all started when you finally got around to checking your voicemails one March afternoon and you realized the job you applied to months ago had finally reached out to you for an interview. Since you weren’t always the best at keeping track of these things, and noticing the voicemail was now a week old, you quickly paused your show and checked the time. Two o’ clock, still during business hours.

The phone rang twice before a courteous voice responded to your call. “J’aime Café, how can I help you?”

“Yes, hello! My name is Y/N and I applied for the barista position. The manager reached out to me for an interview last week. I was wondering if it was possible to come by sometime soon for an interview?” You held your breath and crossed your fingers, hoping they wouldn’t turn you away because you were so late on responding.

“Ahh, Y/N! Yes of course, can you come by this afternoon? If not, then we can do your interview maybe… Wednesday morning?”

“Today’s perfect! Thank you so much!” You couldn’t hide your excitement and gratitude but made a mental note to be more professional in person.

The manager chuckled at your glee and ended the phone call with a simple “See you soon.”

The café was only a 15-minute walk away, so you weren’t in a rush to get ready. You spent the next half hour or so trying to decide what to wear. Dress for the job you want, not for the job you have. That’s what you’d always heard growing up, but if that was actually the case, you’d be walking over there dressed in a cop uniform. You sighed and placed your hands on your hips. What was that other piece of advice about job interviews? Oh yeah, dress as if you already work there so they can better picture you as an employee. Since the coffee shop was small, you had only ever seen three people working there total including the manager and they always had on jeans and knitted sweaters or some variation of that, so you ultimately decided to trade your pencil skirt for black jeans and your heels for boots. You kept your pretty pink blouse on though. Good first impressions are always important. If there was anything that worried you in these situations, it was being forgettable.

You checked your ponytail for any fly away hairs then headed off towards the café. As you walked past the park near your house, you rehearsed your replies to general interview questions. So why do you want to work here? I have plenty of experience in customer service and feel I could bring great things to the table as an employee here. Do you have experience handling money? Yes, yes, I do. I have worked with countless POS systems as well so I’m sure I can learn yours very quickly.

You were so busy interrogating yourself that you didn’t notice or thank the person holding the door open for you once you arrived at the coffee shop. You stood in the lobby, searching for the manager. When you realized you were accidentally standing in line, you rushed to get out of the way. You clutched your handbag with clammy hands as you observed your surroundings anxiously. It’s just an interview, most likely informal, given the setting. You got this. Don’t sweat it.

You’d never realized how busy it could get here, seeing the huge line of customers that had accumulated. When you looked behind the bar, you realized there was only one employee back there. You didn’t want to bother him inquiring about the manager, since they were already so busy, so you found a stool to sit on and wait patiently.

As you watched the cashier ring customers up, you were impressed by his cheery disposition and professionalism despite having so many drinks lined up and no barista. Thankfully for you and the cashier, only about 2 minutes had passed by before two employees came out of the back room. They seemed to be in a heated discussion, but upon closer look, it was more playful than anything. The one with earrings and hand tattoos was tying on his apron while smirking and nodding at the older one holding a clip board. In an incredible show of annoyance, the barista walked away mid conversation and began making all the drinks that were backed up, making sure to slam the doors and cups obnoxiously. However, he was able to do so many things at once that it was no time at all before he cleared the crowd of people waiting on their orders.

You were in such awe at the barista’s sheer talent that you almost forgot why you were there in the first place. It wasn’t until the man with the clip board stood in the way of your eyesight that you realized you had a mission. As you stared up at the stranger, you had to think for a second what it was that he had just asked you.

“Are you Y/N by any chance?”

“Oh uh, yeah! Hi, are you the manager?” You wiped your hand on your thigh and went in for a handshake.

“Yes, I am,” he shook your hand firmly, “Thank you for coming in so soon. As you can see, we really need some new employees around here!” The manager, whom you presumed to be Mr. Kim noted on his nametag, raised his voice towards the end of his sentence so that the barista could hear from behind the bar. Seeing the guy with tattoos chuckle at his boss’ cheeky behavior had a calming effect on you.

The interview went extremely well, so well that it only lasted 10 minutes before you got a job offer. You accepted it right away of course, considering there was only $3.79 in your bank account, so you showed up to the coffee shop first thing in the morning the very next day.

You were excited and confident yet nervous. You had worked plenty of jobs to put you at ease with customer interaction, but never at a coffee shop. You didn’t know the first thing about making specialty drinks or brewing coffee for that matter. You’d simply always been a tea person.

The manager asked you to come in once the café opened, so you were there just as the cashier was unlocking the front door. He held it open for you just as you entered and offered you a dazzling smile.

“Hey, you’re the new hire, right? My name’s Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi! You’re going to be shadowing me today.”

“Yes, hi,” you weren’t sure why you were blushing, maybe because he already knew who you were, “um where can I put my stuff?”

“Oh, we have cubbies in the back office. Just find an empty one then come meet me out here when you’re ready. Oh, and grab an apron and a hat while you’re back there.” You hurried to do exactly as he said, determined to do a good job on your first day. Everyone seemed so capable and diligent, you didn’t want to come off as a newbie at all.

You noticed the cubbies immediately as you stepped into the back. You put your sweater and satchel in one of the cubes next to one that housed a leather jacket and an iPhone. Since you saw another cube filled, you wondered if the handsome barista would be working today too. You forced yourself not to think about that for now, you didn’t want to be distracted on your first day. Once you found the extra aprons and hats, you headed to the front of the shop where customers had already begun ordering. You rushed to the cashier’s side to observe him as he took orders and wrung them into the touch screen accordingly. The same scenario played out from the day before: Customers began crowding the end of the bar, checking their watches impatiently and wondering where the hell their drinks were. You began getting nervous, hoping no one would complain to you. You had no idea what to say to them.

As if sensing your anxiety, Hobi finished wringing up the last customer in line before turning to you and saying, “Don’t worry, he always does this. Why? No idea, but Jungkook’ll be in any second now to make these. He has to anyway, because neither of us have been trained on making drinks!” Hobi laughed and patted you on the back before turning towards the crowd of people that had just walked in. You laughed along nervously, checking the door for the boy with the tattoos.

Thankfully, thirty seconds later, the infamous barista barged in through the door and b-lined it to the back to grab an apron. “Oh, shit! Here’s my phone! I thought I lost it! Thank god!” Jungkook yelled at no one in particular and you giggled at the theatrics that could be heard from the entire shop. On his way to the bar, he eyed you briefly but didn’t say anything, choosing instead to greet the regulars.

“Ahh, there he is! The resident rockstar is gracing us with his presence! We’re finally gonna get some coffee everyone!” An older man with grey hair and a hoarse voice bellowed out. Jungkook laughed and high fived him over the counter.

“Jerry! You old bastard, still haven’t croaked in your sleep, I see! Vanilla latte with three shots coming right up!” Jungkook began making everyone’s drinks with the same ease as you witnessed the day before. His banter with the older man seemed incredibly inappropriate, but clearly it was okay since his customer replied with booming laughter.

“Nope, not yet son! Still healthy as an ox.”

“Not if you keep having all this caffeine. But it’s not like I’d stop you. I’d miss your wise crackin’ around here.” Jungkook handed him his latte and the older gentleman took a sip.

“Don’t you worry about that, son, even if I did croak, I’d still come back and haunt your ass for making me some god-awful drinks!” Him and Jungkook laughed heartily at his jabs, even gaining chuckles from a few customers as well as from Hobi. “Alright, I’m heading out. See you kids tomorrow morning.” The older man waved at everyone including you and sauntered out of the door.

As you watched Jungkook make the rest of the drinks that were lined up, you noticed he interacted with each and every customer. None of them were as acquainted with him as Jerry was, but they remembered each other’s names at the very least.

You noticed the kind of morning regulars at the cafe were more of the same than anything else. Many of them dawned suits and work uniforms, most likely residents from the area stopping in on their way to work in the neighboring metropolis.

After 9 o’ clock, business severely died down. It was only then that Hobi was able to give you a tour of the café and answer questions you already had.

“Have you ever made coffee before?” Hobi inquired while slapping the top of the brewing machine.

“Uhh…to be honest, no I haven’t,” You noticed Jungkook ‘tsk’ with a side smirk as he wiped down the counter, no doubt listening in on Hobi training you, “I’m more of a tea kind of person.”

The older guy smiled, “That’s okay, it’s pretty easy to learn.” His patience with you made you happy.

“This,” he pointed to the pots with handles, “is where you put the grounded coffee into, then you press the ‘brew’ button, and the coffee begins dripping into these containers that keep the coffee hot. Some people don’t like the fancy shmancy drinks that hot shot over here serves and prefer regular cups of coffee. If you’re on the cash register, then it’ll be your responsibility to serve the regular coffee.” You nodded along with everything he was saying but couldn’t help your small smile at his jab to Jungkook. He moved you two further down and pointed to a contraption you’d never seen before. “This is for ‘pour-over’ coffees. Some people order special coffee blends that we don’t brew in the machine, so whenever that happens you just come over here and put the grounded up coffee in this cone, get some hot water, slowly pour it over the grinds and watch it drip into their cup. Just make sure you don’t forget about it or it’ll overflow.” Hobi mimed all the actions out as he explained the process. It was endearing. You tried your best to retain all the information. After explaining where to find the coffee filters and the cup sleeves from, he decided to give you a break from the information overload. “Here,” Hobi handed you a rag and a bottle of Windex, “why don’t you wipe down the windows outside and then come back and we’ll pick up where we left off.”

You gladly took the cleaning supplies from his hands and went out to the small tables that lined the front of the shop. The entire front was made of glass, so you could still see Hobi and Jungkook from where you were. As you sprayed down the windows, you noticed Jungkook leaning over the bar resting his cheek on his palm and shamelessly staring at you. You swallowed and tried to focus on the task, pretending you didn’t notice him even though the blush on your face told a different story. What’s his freaking deal? Given his demeanor with the employees here and the customers, you wondered if he would start picking on you too, or if he was just straight up flirting. Either way, you didn’t have time for either since you desperately needed to keep this job. When you entered the shop again, you noticed Hobi left to use the bathroom, so you took the chance to make polite conversation with Jungkook.

He had been watching you the entire time that you came in, but still you tried not to acknowledge it and look busy, which was hard because you didn’t know enough to pull that off. You fiddled with the coffee filters before clearing your throat to speak.

“So…your name’s Jungkook, right? How long have you been working here?” You looked over at him innocently. He was leaning on the counter propped up on one elbow with a smile playing at his lips.

After a second, he replied, “Couple months.”

“Oh…but you seem really good at what you do. Did you catch on quickly?”

“Not my first coffee shop, babe.” Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. Jungkook was eyeing you, probably waiting for your next question, but you weren’t sure what to say. Yep, definitely shameless flirting.

“That’s because he got canned from his last gig for showing up late every day.” Hobi’s voice came from behind you and startled you, but you were grateful for it since you had the perfect exit to this charged moment between you and the bad boy barista.

Jungkook chuckled and responded, “What can I say, your mom just can’t get enough of me in the morning.” Hobi chucked an empty cup at Jungkook’s head but the younger boy ducked down slightly and dodged it.

With laughter in his voice, Hobi turned to you. “Come on, Y/N, let’s get you away from this terrible influence.” He stopped at an odd machine with a large hole at the top and a simple lever. “Okay, so now let’s go over how to grind up coffee beans…”

Their banter and the overall atmosphere was infectious, and it had you smiling from ear to ear for no particular reason.

With thirty minutes left to the end of your shift, the café got busy again. When you checked the time, you realized schools in the area had already let students out which would logically explain all the uniformed teenagers in line ordering drinks full of whipped cream and fruit. This time, Hobi let you stay back and fetch any coffee orders that had come in, but hardly any of them wanted regular coffee. During the few times that Hobi handed you empty cups to be filled, you’d hold the lever that allowed coffee to trickle into cups then glance over towards the end of the bar. The scene that unfolded before your eyes had you smiling as if enjoying a private joke. It seemed Jungkook was a hit amongst the local teenage girls. As he handed out fruity drink after fruity drink, they all giggled and thanked him personally. One even took her phone out innocently, but you could tell she was recording him, probably for her Snapchat.

The cafe filled up with students who were in no rush to go home, changing the sleepy ambience of the shop into a rowdy, hip one. Once Hobi wrung up the last person in line, he turned to the barista and said, “Don’t catch a case out here Jungkook. These girls have their hopes up.”

The three of you laughed in unison, but Jungkook looked over at you with a look of offense on his face. “Y/N! Don’t laugh at his jokes! And here I thought you were cool.”

You couldn’t help but giggle like one of the girls on the other side of the counter. “I guess you judged me too quickly, huh.” Hobi gave you a fist bump and chimed in about how you were his new favorite.

As you untied your apron in the backroom, you recapped the day in your head. You were overall satisfied with your first day at your new job. The job seemed easy enough to do, your coworkers were cool, and the customers were more bearable than at some of the other jobs you worked in the past. Sure, there were people here and there that seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed, intent on giving service workers a hard time for things out of their control, but other than that it was a great day. And it absolutely had nothing to do with the head barista flirting with you. Not a single thing.

A whole month had passed before you got your first action on the bar. You had been feeling nervous and hesitant about starting that part of your training, especially seeing the sheer volume of people that order drinks during rush times. You feared you’d only be in Jungkook’s way if you tried to help, so you settled for observing as much as you could. Hobi had been getting his feet wet in that area this past month, so when you learned enough of the register, he’d leave you alone and help Jungkook with backed up drink orders.

Jungkook had taken the time to train Hobi while it was slow, especially since the older boy had already learned everything he could about cashiering. You, on the other hand, were content with wringing up customers and cleaning up after them. However, on this one particular day, Hobi called out of work and Mr. Kim had stepped out to run some errands for the day, so it was just you and Jungkook working at the cafe. Jin had felt confident enough to leave the shop in yours and Jungkook’s hands, and although you were fully capable, you still wished he hadn’t left. If you were being honest with yourself, Jungkook made you nervous. Cute guys made you nervous, and the ones that were both cute and shameless made your hands clammy. He was always respectful with you though, and kept his distance when Hobi wasn’t around, which is why you still hadn’t established a close relationship with Jungkook like you had with Hobi. You knew the older guy’s last name, where he was studying at, what shows he was watching at the moment, what his favorite super villain was; but when it came to Jungkook, he was simply still a beautiful mystery.

After the morning rush, when the café emptied and there was nothing left for the two of you to busy yourselves with, you started to feel awkward again. You weren’t sure how to talk to someone like Jungkook, who was always so blunt and boisterous. You, on the other hand, were reserved and polite. You weren’t exactly shy, you just weren’t sure how to navigate a friendship with him, but you wanted to learn so that there wouldn’t be so much silence between you two. Not to mention, his shameless staring, which persisted just as it did from day one, confounded you. He never ever tried to make a move on you, almost as if he was waiting for you to say something to him. If you were being honest, the staring flustered you because it was coming from such an attractive confident person. You were definitely attracted to him too, but you’d never start anything romantic with a coworker. Those kinds of things always got too messy, especially with such a small staff.

As you wiped down the windows outside, your eyes automatically found Jungkook’s on the other side. You smirked and waved at him, acknowledging him for once. He flashed a crooked smile at you and nodded a ‘sup’ at you in return. You couldn’t get the stupid smirk off your face as you finished cleaning the windows, realizing you probably looked like a happy idiot from inside the shop. You thought about what to say to him when you’d have to go back inside, ultimately deciding on just coming out and asking him what his deal was. So, when you put away the cleaning materials and met Jungkook’s lingering eyes, you cleared your throat and asked the burning month-old question at the tip of your tongue.

“So…what’s with the staring?” You put your hand on your hip but then second guessed yourself and placed it on the counter. Jungkook watched your movements carefully and chuckled, observing your false bravado.

“Easy, you’re very beautiful.” Jungkook watched your eyes widen before continuing, “I can restrain myself though, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You smiled and looked at anywhere but at his face. “Ah…well, that answers that. I was just asking, thought maybe I had something on my face.”

Jungkook laughed, “No, nothing like that. Is that why you don’t really talk to me, because I make you uncomfortable?” Jungkook kept his gaze directly on your burning face which made you feel like you were on the hot seat.

“What do you mean? I totally talk to you.” You crossed your arms, giving up on willing your blushing cheeks to cool off.

“Psh, not like you do with Hobi. You guys are like best friends now. I’m third wheeling it over here.” Jungkook mirrored your arms crossed over your chest. You giggled and rolled your eyes, playing along to his false offense.

“Well, I don’t know… Hobi’s easy to talk to I guess.”

“And I’m not?” It was evident that Jungkook took pleasure in grilling you with that teasing smile playing at his lips, but you refused to backtrack now.

You took a minute to think before responding, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but not exactly. You’re really…how should I put this…out there. And I’m more of an…in there…kind of person.” After a beat, you both laughed at how much you weren’t making sense, you with embarrassment and him at how cute you seemed when you were flustered.

“Well maybe if you got to know me you wouldn’t be so shy.” Jungkook challenged you with a wicked glint in his eye and a sexy side smirk.

“Point taken. So, tell me about yourself then, Mr. Third Wheel.” Jungkook laughed at his new nickname.

“What do you want to know, babe?” You rolled your tongue around on the inside of your cheek and tried to think of a good question for him while ignoring the thrill that his pet name for you inflicted.

“Umm, okay, are you a student anywhere?”

This time it was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes at you. “BORING. Seriously, that’s what you want to know about me? Let me guess, your next question is about my favorite color.” His teasing flustered you further, proving your point about how hard it’d be to have a conversation with him.

“Okay fine! Have you ever killed anyone?” You looked Jungkook in the eye in an attempt to intimidate him.

“If I told you the truth then I’d have to kill you too, and I don’t really feel like doing that, so, pass.” You smirked at each other until it turned into a stare down, conceding after a while and rolling your eyes at him. Just then, you noticed a customer making their way to the register and just like that, your brief albeit silly conversation with Jungkook was effectively over for the time being.

Once you two were done wringing and serving the random group of people that interrupted your conversation, Jungkook immediately turned back to you and asked a follow up question. “So, what about you? Have you ever killed anyone?”

You smiled and responded, “Oh, tons! My favorite victims happen to be flirtatious coffee shop baristas. You know any?”

Jungkook’s laugh was disarming. The more you talked the more at ease you felt with him. He was definitely charming, which is probably why he got along with strangers so easily, and probably why he could get away with coming in late all the time. What he lacked in professionalism and punctuality he more than made up for in expertise and people skills.

Before you knew it, 3 o’clock rolled around and tons of school kids flooded the café. You were able to wring everyone in a timely manner, so there was nothing left to do but watch Jungkook make drinks. You felt bad at how slammed he seemed, so you asked if he needed any help, secretly hoping he’d say no.

Jungkook smiled down at the drinks he was making and responded, “Sure, if you’re feeling up for it!” Why don’t you come over here and top these bad boys with whipped cream then hand them out.”

You immediately grew nervous but rushed over to help. There was a different kind of pressure when it came to making drinks, you quickly realized. Not only did you have to worry about making everyone’s orders correctly, you had to do it quickly with no mistakes since all the customers would crowd the bar and watch your every move. Your hands slightly shook as you took hold of the whipped cream dispensers. The café made their own, so it wasn’t the cans of cool whip you were expecting.

Jungkook noticed your confusion and answered your thoughts. “All you have to do is shake it a bit, hold it upside down and swirl it on top of the ice so that it makes a nice cone shape. Go on.”

You did as he instructed, but when you squeezed the handle, the trapped air inside of the tin released into the cup and sent an ice cube sliding across the counter. Your face was blazing with embarrassment, but Jungkook didn’t seem to think it was embarrassing it at all. Instead, he offered you some more help.

“Here, do it like this.” Jungkook stood close behind you and took hold of your hand that held the contraption. He squeezed your hand so you could get an idea of how firm to hold it, tilting your hand completely upside down, and helped your finger pull the trigger. Slowly and smoothly, cream circled the top of the drink nicely. With his head almost resting on your shoulder and his mouth so close to your ear, his instructions sent shivers down your spine. “You have to turn it all the way and ease up on the trigger or else you’ll make a mess.” You nodded tightly, pretending to understand what he said only because your brain wouldn’t stop obsessing at the way his chest felt pressed up against your back and his hands on yours.

Your fingers shook while fitting a lid on the drink. When you finally handed it out to the customer, you caught a dirty look from the girl who it belonged to. You figured she was one of Jungkook’s many admirers. The thought had you alight with humor. As you continued to top the drinks and hand them out, you realized how easy it was to work with Jungkook. The hard part was trying to keep your cool.

“Look at you go! It’s almost as if you’re an actual barista!” You chuckled at Jungkook’s comment as you handed out the last drink.

“Oh, didn’t you hear? I’m your replacement.” Jungkook looked at you for a moment without saying anything.

“What?”

“Shy my ass. You’ve got a mouth on you. I like it.”

“I never said I was shy.”

“Touché.”

Just then, Jin came in through the front door.

“Thanks for holding down the fort you two. Y/N you can go, you did a great job today.” Jin rounded the corner of the stand and you handed him your apron.

“Same time tomorrow?” You looked at your manager who was busy checking the sales on the register.

“Yep, see you in the morning!” Jin answered you absentmindedly so you took that as your queue to go, but not before saying something to Jungkook.

“Do you think you can manage the bar without me?” You asked him cheekily as you removed your hat.

He smiled at you with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know how I’ll go on, but I think I might just barely make it.”

And just like that, you headed home with butterflies in your stomach for the first time in ages.

Three months into working at the café, a new horror movie came out, and since Hobi knew you were a horror fan, he invited you to come see it with himself and Jungkook.

“If we go tomorrow night, the tickets are half off for students. You in?” Hobi was busying himself counting the change in the drawer while you contemplated going out with them. They didn’t want to go until late, so you’d definitely lose out on sleep, which you weren’t a fan of, but you didn’t want to turn down your first invitation out from your coworkers. You knew Hobi and Jungkook regularly hung out together outside of work, and it made you feel a tad left out whenever they talked about things you weren’t a part of.

You also couldn’t lie and say you weren’t excited to hang out with Jungkook off the clock. Over the last two months, you two had taken any and all chances to flirt when left alone but you both knew how to behave yourselves while in the presence of Hobi and Mr.Kim. It sort of became like a game of who could make the other blush the most. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t enjoying Jungkook’s dirty looks, because what had started off as glances turned into full blown body checks, winks, lip biting and cheeky facial expressions. You also couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t take extra time in the mornings to get ready for work for this exact reason.

You knew it was probably a bad idea, what started developing between you and Jungkook over the last couple months. You wouldn’t accept responsibility for how it started, but you did acknowledge that your shameless entertaining his advances wasn’t innocent in the slightest. You knew this was a slippery slope to go down, but it made your harmless fling all the more exciting.

That’s why when you looked at Jungkook after Hobi’s invitation and caught his subtle wink at you, you accepted right away. You hadn’t been out in so long, especially not with the opposite gender.

You pondered what to wear when you weren’t busy tending to customers. If you tried too hard and dressed in the sexiest outfit you could find, you might seem desperate. You might also give Hobi the wrong idea. If you wore something casual that you might wear to the coffee shop, then it might be embarrassing if they show up dressed to the nine.

When the time finally came for your movie date with the boys, you settled on the best of both worlds. You let your hair down, which would be a nice change from the ponytails and buns you wore to work. You still kept your usual look of denim and a nice shirt, but you traded your comfy work shoes for heeled boots. Trying without trying. You decided against putting on a full face of makeup since you didn’t want your coworkers looking at you differently at work without it on. You called an uber once you were satisfied with your looks, feeling butterflies the entire way there. You weren’t just excited to see Jungkook either, your relationship with Hobi had evolved into genuine friendship outside of being coworkers, so you couldn’t wait to hang out with him either.

Once the car pulled into the movie theatre, you immediately noticed the boys waiting out front. They were dressed impeccably, and you instantly regretted changing outfits. Hobi was sporting sweats and a denim jacket with trendy sneakers and a beanie. The outfit was sporty but sexy at the same time, given it seemed he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath the jacket.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was wearing something akin to what you pictured he might look like after hours. He was wearing the leather jacket you noticed was always in his work cubby paired with ripped blue jeans, a bucket hat, combat boots, and a plaid button up tied around his waist. You almost didn’t want to get out of the car, but you knew you’d keep getting charged for the ride if you didn’t, so you exited with a sigh and waved to get their attention. They were in the middle of a conversation, but it was Hobi who saw you first. He smiled and did a silly dance to show how happy he was to see you and it made you crack up.

“Why did I agree to go out with you?” You teased Hobi.

“Because you have nothing better to do anyway.” You feigned pain at his words, no doubt a minor habit you had picked up from Jungkook. When you turned towards Jungkook, you instantly noticed how he wasn’t laughing along with you guys. Probably in one of those moods again.

It happened very rarely, because Jungkook was always a cheery person, but once in a while he wouldn’t be in the mood to socialize and those were the most boring days at work.

When all three of you headed inside, Jungkook went ahead of you two so you gave Hobi an inquisitive look while pointing at your grumpy third wheel to which he responded with a shrug. You sighed, a gloomy mood setting in at the thought of not having as much fun as you thought you would.

You offered to hold seats for everyone while they waited in line at the concession stand. You wanted to give Jungkook time to get over his bad mood, and you also wanted to avoid craning your neck from getting stuck with bad seats. You busied yourself on your phone in the meantime, but you weren’t scrolling for long before you felt someone take a seat next to you.

Jungkook sat down with a large popcorn and tossed a few pieces in his mouth, “Hey work wife, I missed you.”

You smiled and put your phone away. “Oh yeah? How much did you miss me exactly?

Jungkook took hold of your hand that was resting on the arm rest in between you two. “This much.” He laced your fingers together and wiggled his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but laugh, since it all felt elementary. It brought you back to your first date ever when holding hands, and any skin ship for that matter, was a huge deal.

You wriggled your hand out of his grasp, since you weren’t comfortable flirting around Hobi. You didn’t want your friend to feel like a third wheel at all. “Seriously though, you okay? You seemed kind of down earlier.”

Jungkook looked embarrassed at your worrying. He shifted in his seat and, could it be, a light blush forming on his cheeks? He smiled to himself, looking down at his thighs, “What, are you worrying about me now?”

This time it was your turn to look at Jungkook and wonder how he could be so cute while being flustered. “Of course I do, can’t have my work husband being sad.” You pinched his cheek and Jungkook smiled his most dazzling smile yet. He swatted your hand but held onto it for a while, caressing your palm and turning your hand over in his as if never having ever held a hand before, then letting go. It was a tender moment unlike your usual flirtation with aim at getting a rise out of the other. It was so sweet yet fleeting that you spent the rest of the two-hour movie thinking about it. Jungkook glanced over at you many times during the movie, but you refused to look at him, fearing he might catch on at exactly how much he was having an effect on you. It was starting to feel all too real, and you couldn’t be your usual cool and playful self if what was going on between the two of you was aactually real. You’d never thought of Jungkook as a boyfriend, although you did think of him under the covers late at night. You willed the sinful thoughts out of your head for the next two hours, so you didn’t seem weird later when it was time to say goodbye.

It wasn’t hard to put it out of your mind eventually, especially when you saw how much of a weenie Hobi was when it came to horror movies. You keeled over with laughter at the sight of his pale face while exiting the theatre. “Why did you want to see this movie if you were going to be so afraid?” You spoke in between laughs.

“Because! I don’t know! I didn’t think it was going to be that scary! Besides, I wanted you to come and I know it’s your favorite, so…”

“Awwwww, Hobi! I’d have come even if it was a Disney movie.” You pinched your friend’s cheek and his answering crescent eyes of happiness had you giggling. You looked over at Jungkook, and it seemed his bad mood had returned, so you continued only speaking to Hobi. “Seriously, thanks for the invite. It was fun! We should do it again.”

But now, all three of you had reached the outside of the theater and the night had brought a chill with it that had all of you hugging your torsos. You hurried to pull out your phone and order an uber home, but Jungkook had other ideas.

“Put that away, you’re coming with us.” You looked up at the boy who was barely looking at you in the eye.

“You sure? I live close to the shop, are you going in that direction?”

Jungkook took hold of your arm and started walking to his car impatiently. “Okay, okay!” You looked back at Hobi who was observing everything from the back. As if knowing exactly what your look meant, he answered with a shrug yet again that said I have no idea why he’s acting this way.

You called shotgun once you got to the car and Hobi playfully kicked the back wheel of Jungkook’s car in theatrical anger. Once the three of you pulled off in the direction of Hobi’s house, you got into light conversation about the scariest parts of the movie and the faulty plot. Jungkook didn’t say a single word the entire time. He stared straight ahead at the road and kept both hands on the wheel. You glanced at him periodically, looking for reactions that might tip you off for the cause of his change in mood, but nothing made sense. By the time you said your goodbyes to Hobi through the window, you had given up on talking to Jungkook and settled for looking at the small-town scenery passing you by.

However, the longer you sat in silence, the more annoyed you became at the situation. You couldn’t help feeling like you did something wrong and you wanted answers, so you lowered the music playing on the radio and fully turned towards Jungkook. He looked at you sideways then kept his focus on the road. When you didn’t say anything, he offered a simple, “Yes?”

“Did I do something? Why are you being weird again?”

“I’m being weird?” Although Jungkook kept his serious demeanor, you could hear a smile in his voice, so you pressed further.

“Yes! You seem grumpy and It feels personal.”

After a thoughtful minute, Jungkook released the steering wheel with his right hand and took hold of your left hand.

“Sorry.” Jungkook offered a simple apology in a voice so small you weren’t sure if you actually heard it. He didn’t look at you again for the rest of the ride, but you were content with the silence and holding his hand in the darkness of his car. You welcomed the way your heartbeat quickened at the romantic contact, preferring this over his cold demeanor from earlier anyday.

It dawned on you after a while that you hadn’t told Jungkook your actual address. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Yes,” Jungkook looked over at you and smiled at your puzzled reaction. “Because I’m not taking you home, I hope you don’t mind.”

“…You’re kidnapping me?” You smiled at him, wondering what was going through his mind.

“Is that what you normally call dating?”

“Oh, so this is a date now?”

“Yeah, didn’t you get my rolled-up proposal sent through carrier pigeon?”

You giggled, feeling relieved that things were back to normal, and also excited at the turn of events. “What’s the plan then?”

After thinking for a moment, Jungkook simply replied, “I hope you like darts.”

He ended up taking you to a hole-in-the-wall bar in town. He explained that it was his absolute favorite place to go because of the ambience and the cheap beer prices. You were content for a few reasons. For one, not many people were here, so you didn’t have to worry about talking loudly. You also enjoyed places with good beers on draft, and this was one of those places. Lastly, Jungkook seemed to be at ease here, so it made hanging out, playing games and talking casually way more fun.

Although it felt just like any other day at the café with Jungkook, you were a little on edge now since your suspicions at the theatre seemed to be proving themselves true. Did Jungkook want to date you seriously? Or did he simply want to hang out a little extra? Since the flirtation had become so normal, you weren’t sure what to make of the situation. Neither of you were the mushy type, so you feared you wouldn’t really know what was going through his head unless you asked him directly, but you didn’t want to risk seeming clingy or making him feel weird. While playing pool, you decided where you would draw the line, for your own sanity. The smell of his body wash, the way his shirt clung to his chest, and the cocky look on his face after sinking balls on the table was making your head swim. You knew it was only a matter of time before the light touching, hugging, and hand holding evolved into something more intimate, so you resolved to not let things go further unless you outlined the parameters of your relationship with him in clear bold lines. You were the type of person to fall hard for someone you had a crush on, and you could already tell that Jungkook had the potential to devastate you. You needed to be careful.

Normally, you were so much better at pool, but you were so deep in your thoughts that you were missing every shot and not realizing it. Jungkook got down to his last ball before putting his stick down and making his way over to you. You watched him approach you, put his hands on your hips and lift you onto the table so you were seated and meeting him eye to eye. The gesture took you by surprise, and you weren’t sure how to react, so you held onto his arms and looked up at him questioningly. He settled his body in between your legs while his hands rested on your thighs.

“What’s up with you?” He looked into your eyes getting straight to the point.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re sucking right now. And you were talking big game earlier, which is something you don’t do unless you can walk the walk. So, what’s on your mind?”

“Here’s a little advice, if you’re taking a girl out on a date, you might not want to insult her pool skills.” You jutted your chin out at him in a petulant pout.

“Oh yeah? Or else what?”

“Or else you’ll probably never hear from her again.” You flicked his nose playfully.

“Well it’s a good thing I work with you then. There’s no avoiding me.”

Your smile faded. Although you were both joking and talking in hypotheticals, he was absolutely right. You were having fun, but you still weren’t sure if you wanted to risk starting something with a coworker that might end badly.

Jungkook noticed your change in demeanor and backed up a few inches. “Sorry, did that one hit too close to home?”

You laughed weekly while running your fingers through your hair nervously, “Yeah…”

Jungkook sighed and extended his hand to you so you could get down from the table. “It’s late and we have work tomorrow, let’s get you home.”

As Jungkook closed the tab out at the bar, you couldn’t help but feel like a total idiot. Here was this extremely sexy and extremely cool guy who was interested in you, and you shot any chance you might’ve had with him down due to fears of something that might never even occur anyway. You felt so stupid and mentally kicked yourself all the way back to the car.

When he didn’t take hold of your hand again during the car ride to your house, you began panicking, realizing your fling with Jungkook might’ve truly ended before even starting. That’s when you realized how whipped you were for him, and how much you’d rather take the risk with him than to have nothing with him at all. It took all your nerves and then some to try and turn the night around by the time you reached your house. You decided you’d kiss him if he consented, and if he wasn’t interested then you’d deal with it and hope the earth might swallow you whole.

Jungkook parked the car along your block and took the keys out of the ignition. Good sign. He turned to you and said nothing, the ball was in your court.

“So…thanks again for tonight. It was fun.“

“Yeah it was.”

When Jungkook didn’t offer anything else, you cleared your throat. “Um…sorry if I made you feel some type of way back there. I liked where things were going before I got all weird.”

Jungkook smirked and leaned his head back on his car seat, reveling in your struggle to convey something that was clearly embarrassing for you. “What do you mean where things were going?”

You blushed at the thought of saying the things that were actually running through your mind. “Yeah, you know, with you being so close to me.”

Without missing a beat, Jungkook placed his hand on your upper thigh and squeezed, looking at your eyes and then your lips. You looked at his veiny hands on you, then up at his face and decided to throw caution to the wind. You leaned into him and planted a soft kiss on his lips, to which he responded by knotting his hands in your hair and kissing you back deeply.

As your lips went to town on each other, you thanked the heavens above that the night wasn’t a lost cause after all. You relished in the kiss as long as you could and took in every detail as if it was your first kiss ever. His lips felt incredibly soft despite the passion he was putting into the make out session. He tasted like wheat beer and buttered popcorn, and you couldn’t get enough. It didn’t take long before your tongues were introduced into the equation. Even as the kiss ignited and the movements of your heads became more exaggerated, you still wanted more. It was almost as if you two had been holding back your lust for each other for so long and now the flood gates were open.

You reached for his head and took his bucket hat off, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair that smelled like Irish Spring. You tugged lightly on his strands, eliciting a groan from his unrelentless mouth on yours. You were both leaning towards the middle with your hands on each other, but it was a bit uncomfortable, so you took your seat belt off and climbed into his lap carefully. The moment excited him and took him by surprise at the same time. He disconnected your lips from each other briefly to look up at you and smile. You blushed, wondering if it was too much, but the negative thought left your head as fast as it entered when he held your head on both sides and brought you in for another kiss. You rested your hands on his chest and tugged on his shirt slightly.

Jungkook’s hands roamed your body with restraint. It was obvious he wanted to be a gentleman and not rush things, since his hands deliberately avoided your more intimate areas. You could tell he was hungry for more, so you appreciated his show of respect. As his hands rested on your waist, two of his fingers dipped under your top and dug in, creating dimples on your flesh. You’d have enjoyed that more if his hands weren’t so cold. You flinched at the contact, moaning into the kiss to show discomfort. His hands immediately retreated, but you two laughed at the comical moment.

You sighed and sat back on his lap, looping your hands around his neck. “I should get inside.”

Jungkook’s head fell back onto the seat with a thud, his hair bouncing along. “Yeah…I should get home too.”

You both sat in silence for a few seconds, neither of you wanting to move. After taking in his fucked out appearance, you grew satisfied with yourself and exited through the driver’s side. You closed the door, waved and then headed in. From your window, you watched Jungkook adjust his pants, start the car and drive off. The whole scene had you smiling to yourself, and you were floating on cloud nine until the moment you fell asleep.

You and Jungkook hadn’t been found out about until a month after your first kiss. You both still lived with your parents, so it was almost impossible to find alone time with each other that didn’t involve heavy petting in the backseat of his car. Needless to say, you were both extremely pent up, which is why when he invited you to come to the store extra early one day, you knew he was up to something.

“Jeon Jungkook? Coming in EARLY?! Something’s gone awry.” Jungkook rolled up his cleaning towel and whipped you with it for teasing him. You yelped at the stinging feeling on your bottom.

“Say you’ll come.”

“I don’t know Jungkook, what if Mr. Kim comes in early?”

“Don’t be so paranoid. Do you want to learn how to make fancy lattes or not?”

You rolled your eyes as you wiped down the counter, knowing he was full of it. “Fuck it, why not. What time exactly?”

“Hmmm…you need a lot of help, better make it 6:00am.” If it wasn’t for the fact that a customer had approached the register at that moment, you would’ve whipped him back for making fun of you.

Bright and early the next day, you and Jungkook met up at the front of the café as planned. Mr. Kim gave him a copy of the store keys for days where he would be too busy to open himself, and it seemed Jungkook was planning on making good use of it.

Normally you’d look like death coming into work this early but knowing who was waiting for you here in private put a spring in your step and a good mood that was unlike you in the morning. Jungkook was a morning person, so he was never afflicted with such issues.

As you watched Jungkook turn on the espresso machines and check the stock for all the necessary ingredients, it was only just now occurring to you that you’d have to make fancy drinks, which was intimidating because the shop’s regular customers were used to Jungkook’s expertise, flare and efficiency.

Jungkook lined up several cups along with clean pitchers and milk on the counter before turning to you with a quirked brow. “You ready?”

“Uh, yeah I guess,” you answered nervously.

Jungkook smiled warmly and patted your shoulder. With his other hand he tipped your chin forward and stared into the depths of your eyes. “You’ve got this. I believe in you, relax.” You melted just a tiny bit.

Turning your attention to the counter, he explained what the training consisted of. “Each of these cups is a different order. I’m going to show you step by step how to make each one, and then I’m going to time you on how fast you do them.” Lifting up one cup at a time, he explained, “These are the different ways someone can order an espresso drink here: a latte, a cappuccino, a flat white, a macchiato, and an americano.” Jungkook handed you an empty pitcher. “This is where you put milk for steaming. If you look inside, there are different measurement lines to fill the milk to depending on what size they order.”

You filled the pitcher with milk to the second line, nodding along. Suddenly, Jungkook stood behind and reached around you, holding your hand with the pitcher and taking hold of the other. He led your free hand over to the nozzle on the espresso machine and very carefully showed you how to steam the milk properly. You flinched at the piercing sound of the steam aerating the milk, causing Jungkook to chuckle softly behind you.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me, I’m new at this!” You pouted with false offense.

“Sorry sorry, you’re just so cute I can’t help it.” Your face beamed in the dim morning light streaming into the café. There was absolutely no denying that you were whipped for this man.

Jungkook led your free hand around the buttons on the machine, showing you how to queue espresso shots. You watched in wonderment as the thin streams of chalky brown liquid shot out and filled tiny shot glasses. The overpowering aroma of coffee quickly filled the air.

He had you prepare 3 pitchers of steamed milk, eventually letting go of you so you could do it on your own, much to your disappointment. “Let’s start with one of the easiest drinks to make, a latte. Pour the shot into the cup and the milk over top.” You did as he instructed, watching the milk turn light brown inside of the cup and eventually foam at the very top.

Jungkook inspected your drink then took a sip. “Not bad. Okay Ms. Fancy Pants, make me a macchiato this time.”

You hesitated with the shot in one hand and the milk in the other. You knew this particular drink was the reverse of a latte…or was it? You poured the hot milk into the cup and swirled the espresso over top. Looking at Jungkook for approval, you pursed your lips at his flat stare. He tsked, shook his head and leaned off the counter to get you a new cup.

“Macchiato means ‘through the middle’. Pour the shot directly through the center and don’t deviate.” You nodded wordlessly at his stern expression. As you remade the drink, you couldn’t find an explanation as to why you found him so sexy even when he was peeved.

“Okay, do you remember how to make the flat white?” You did, but you wanted him to touch you again, so you shook your head. Jungkook smiled and lead your hand holding the pitcher of milk to create the perfect flat white latte. You both held the pitcher close to the cup after pouring the espresso in first, then brought it up a few inches, then back down until a small while dot of milk formed at the center of the brown froth. Your hand felt electrically charged from the skin to skin contact, making it hard to focus on what you were doing.

“Now for the cappuccino, I’ll give you a few tries to get it right since it’s hard to nail down at first. Hold the steam above the milk for 9 seconds instead of 4 to create a lighter, foamier pitcher of milk.”

You followed his instructions and poured the shot along with the milk into the cup. Jungkook lifted the cup and instantly put it back down. “Not light enough. Again.”

Your eyebrows knotted in concentration as you began steaming a fresh cup of milk. You didn’t get the cappuccino down until the 5th pitcher of milk which slightly embarrassed you, but Jungkook was patient and tentative throughout the process. You felt gratitude at his willingness to train you so well.

“All that’s left is the americano, and that’s the easiest one of all. It’s simply shots and hot water to the top of the cup.”

“Psh, this is cake work.” You retorted cheekily, squeezing a lid onto the coffee cup and handing it to Jungkook for a taste.

“Oh yeah, hot shot?” Jungkook brought the cup to his mouth briefly and nodded in approval.

“Yeah! Where’s the real challenge? I want to make the cool drinks you do with the artwork at the top.” You decided to reward yourself with a little whipped cream for getting through the training smoothly.

Jungkook laughed heartily. “Ah, you’re a fan of my handiwork I see. Well unfortunately,” Jungkook grabbed you by the hips suddenly and sat you on top of the counter in between the espresso machines, ”That’s not something I can teach you in one day. It takes a lot of practice and patience.” Jungkook took your wrist in his hand and led your finger topped with whipped cream to his lips. Maintaining eye contact, he parted his mouth and sucked lightly on the tip of your finger, leading with his tongue. You inhaled sharply at the view; all things coffee related instantly fleeing your mind. You slid your finger out of his mouth slowly. He opened up as you ran your finger along his bottom lip. You’d never wanted a taste of whipped cream more in your life than you had at that very moment.

It seemed Jungkook was on the same page because it only took a split second before you two were all over each other. Your legs molded themselves around his midsection and your hands held his face to yours. Your heads moved together in rhythm while your lips ravaged each other. Tongue was immediately introduced, both of you having wanted to kiss each other again for so long. You couldn’t get enough, needing more and more every passing second. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing his body against yours as your tongues swirled together in harmonized motion. Jungkook’s hands greedily surveyed the lay of the land, first starting off on your thighs, then your mid back, and now the top of your ass. He squeezed and groped which only encouraged your need for him. You writhed against the kiss, rubbing your breasts against his chest. Jungkook pressed you into him then took you off the counter completely. You were vaguely aware of being transported as you bit and dragged out his lip. Jungkook let out a soft groan as he placed you on top of what you assumed to be Mr. Kim’s desk. Jungkook’s fingers ran up into your hair and tugged, forcing your head to the side and exposing your neck. He began trailing wet sloppy kisses down from your ear which had you shivering in excitement. You let out a low moan when he reached the base of your neck, letting him know it was a soft spot for you. You arched your back and pushed your chest in the air to which Jungkook responded by roughly groping your breasts through your button up shirt. You hissed through your teeth at the faint pleasure his movements brought you, but you still wanted more. You’d been eyeing him for months, and when you both finally took the next step, it felt like you were stuck there for far too long. If you were this addicted to his lips, there was no telling how addictive the rest of him could be, and you so badly wanted to find out.

Jungkook reattached his mouth to yours as his hands found the fleshy feel of your bra under your shirt. You moaned into his mouth, reveling in the miniscule pleasure it brought you. You reached your hands under Jungkook’s shirt, feeling his abs on the way down to his belt and pulled on it to bring him closer to you. You began unbuckling it impatiently, struggling to work the metal latch. It took Jungkook a second to respond, realizing things were moving along in full gear. He started unbuttoning your shirt with a quickness the likes of which you’d never seen before.

However, your shirt only made it just past your shoulders before you heard the familiar bell of the shop door opening. You and Jungkook froze as Hobi sauntered into the backroom. He was fully engrossed in his phone with his airpods in, but the quick movements of you and Jungkook getting redressed attracted his attention. His face morphed from surprise to sheer horror as he realized what was going on in Mr. Kim’s office in the early hours of the morning. Hobi yelped dramatically and threw his hands over his eyes, fleeing out of the office and out of the shop altogether.

Jungkook found his reaction amusing as he tucked his shirt into his pants. You, on the other hand, were so mortified and embarrassed that you couldn’t move. Your face was tomato red and you were paralyzed in horror.

Jungkook continued chuckling as he redid the buttons of your shirt. “I guess the training took longer than we thought, huh?”

You lowered your face into your hands. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Poor Hobi! He probably thinks we were in here fucking!”

“I mean…things were kind of heading in that direction…” You began beating Jungkook on the chest with your limp balled up fists which only made him laugh harder.

You didn’t feel shame about being sexually active, or being attracted to Jungkook, but rather being seen in a negative light for getting it on in an inappropriate place. Who knows what was going through Hobi’s mind at that moment? You had to do damage control, and quickly.

You hopped off the desk and exited the back room, immediately spotting your work buddy squatting on the other side of the glass. You approached him with caution, your face still blushing furiously. Hobi looked up at you with a straight face but busted out into laughter, at which point you began beating him too. You could hear Jungkook laughing harder at the spectacle going on outside, which only made your embarrassment find permanent footing.

For the rest of the day, Hobi would hand you cups with a smirk on his face and exchange meaningful glances with Jungkook here and there, reigniting your embarassment every time. You hated them so much for the rest of that entire week.

At the end of the workday on a Friday, weeks after your hookup with Jungkook in the office, you noticed a folded-up note placed on top of your belongings. You quirked your eyebrow at it then looked back out to the floor, but none of the boys were even looking in your direction. You opened it up and read Jungkook’s scrawl: Let’s chill at my house this weekend. My parents are away 😉.

Your heart instantly began beating furiously in your chest, and you quickly stuffed the receipt paper into your back pocket. You blushed as you gathered your things. The store was busy, so you weren’t able to say goodbye to Jungkook or Hobi as you exited the shop.

You contemplated what to text Jungkook when you got home. Of course, you wanted to go, but you were nervous about the entire thing. You were again reminded about how your fling was never supposed to get this far, despite your carelessness in the early morning all those weeks ago. After Hobi had caught you two in Mr.Kim’s office that day, you slowly began pulling away from Jungkook. It was so easy to get caught up in his cologne and the way his eye contact made you feel, so you needed to reign in your emotions and get a clear head before you rushed into something you couldn’t backtrack from. If you took that next step with him, there would be serious repercussions, and it seemed as though you two were headed in that direction, so you needed time to adjust. You were never able to muster up the courage to be frank with him about everything you’re feeling, so you felt as though you had no footing when it came to your relationship with him. Because of that, you weren’t sure if this meant you two would be officially dating or not, and you felt way too awkward to bring it up at this point, especially if this was all just fun and games in his head.

Your after-work routine had become second nature to you by now. As soon as your bedroom door closed behind you, the events went exactly as follows: Run the bath water as hot as possible, strip your work clothes into the laundry bin, light the vanilla candle that barely had any wax left in it, loosen the bun on your head, slowly and carefully submerge yourself in the steaming water without splashing any out of the tub.

As you laid on the porcelain, you closed your eyes and rested your head back onto the edge, contemplating Jungkook’s note. You wondered if Jungkook really hadn’t noticed you ignoring his advances this entire time. Maybe you weren’t being obvious enough? You sighed heavily and sank deeper into the tub, because that meant you would have to go over and explain why you couldn’t hook up with him despite having the perfect opportunity to do so, and you were not looking forward to that.

You remembered that Jungkook was off tomorrow, but you weren’t, and you were thankful for that. He might back you into a corner, and you needed to find the resolve somewhere inside of yourself to turn down this amazing boy. You texted him back a simple sentence: What’s your address?

Your morning Saturday shift went by way too quickly, not giving you enough time to settle your nerves. You tried to focus on work, but every once in a while, your mind would drift to what was to happen later that night. It didn’t help that there were barely any customers to keep you busy, so you were in your head the entire time. You’d never worked a Saturday before, so you didn’t know what to expect. Normally Jungkook would work Saturdays on his own. You idly wondered why today was any different.

Thankfully, Mr. Kim had opened the store with you and had tasks lined up to keep you at least a little busy. You quickly surmised that Saturdays at the coffee shop were dedicated to deep cleaning.

As you soaked the coffee pots in cleaning fluid and scrubbed the calcium buildup from the steaming nozzles, you practiced what you would say to Jungkook when he’d try to make a move. I don’t think we should keep doing this. No…that’s too serious, I don’t want to make things awkward. Listen, this is fun and all, and I appreciate you inviting me over, but I’ve given it some thought since our last hookup and I don’t want to have sex with you!

You blushed and chuckled at yourself for getting worked up at imaginary scenarios. It all felt quite silly considering you were putty in his hands anyway. Would you even have the resolve to refuse him? You knew a big part of you didn’t want to, but you knew if you didn’t then someone would end up getting hurt and you knew that person would most likely be you. You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you had to quit this super convenient job because of relationship drama. You shook your head at the thought.

As soon as your shift at the café was done, Jungkook pulled up in his car out front and beeped the horn to get your attention. He didn’t tell you he’d be picking you up, so you were caught by surprise. It also warmed you a little that he went out of his way to get you when you could’ve easily driven to him. You smiled and waved at him as you approached the car. He leaned across and pushed the door open for you.

You had planned to go home and doll yourself up a little, but this scenario was probably for the best, although you couldn’t help the relief you felt at having decided to shave the night before. You beat back the unhelpful cheeky thoughts.

“Hey you.” Jungkook took off towards his house, whistling an upbeat tune.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were picking me up, thanks!” You buckled your seat belt and sat back, but then realized this scenario was not for the best, since you wouldn’t be able to drive yourself home if things got awkward at his house. You clenched and unclenched your hands in nervousness, but Jungkook grabbed it and brought it to his mouth, gently brushing his lips on your knuckles then holding onto it for the rest of the ride. The sweet gesture calmed your nerves.

Only 15 minutes had passed by before Jungkook was pulling into a driveway that lead to the back of a big beautiful house. As you exited the car, you could already hear loud barking coming from the back door. Jungkook headed inside first, holding an overly excited golden retriever back so you could enter. The dog barked excitedly then calmed down enough to sniff your shoes. His tail wagged with an intensity that you swore was creating a draft. You extended your hand uncertainty and the dog licked it eagerly.

You giggled as you petted the animal, “I didn’t know you had a dog!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Jungkook smiled and leaned on one of the counters in his kitchen as he watched you squat to rub the dog’s neck.

“Touché.” You took a break to look around. The back door had led into a giant kitchen adorned with stainless steal appliances. You whistled at how beautiful and grand it all was. “Nice house!”

“Thanks, my parents work hard.” Jungkook busied himself on the stove. It seemed he had prepared something for you two to eat. Your stomach rumbled at the smell of peppers and onions sizzling on a pan.

“Ah, so you don’t take after them I see.”

Jungkook chuckled at your jab, “Keep talking like that and you won’t get any of this delicious food I slaved over!”

“Oh, you slaved over this meal!? I gotta see what it is then” You giggled as you uncovered each pot sitting on the stove. Your mouth watered at the assortment of noodles, meats and vegetables that smelled amazingly. “I will say, I’m impressed. I guess making drinks isn’t your only forte.”

“Oh babe, you have no idea.” Jungkook smiled cheekily, enjoying his not so private joke as he grabbed two ceramic plates from the overhead cabinet. You swallowed thickly.

Jungkook served you a hearty plate and then did the same for himself. You waited for him to finish, unsure of where to sit and eat. He led you past a dining room, down a hallway and into a big living room with large sectionals that faced a mounted television on the wall. An episode of an anime played on the screen as Jungkook plopped himself on the far end of the couch and began digging in. You were happy at how normal this all felt, almost as if you had been coming here to hang out with him for years.

You took a seat on the couch an arm’s length away from him and began eating as you focused on the show. It was an episode of One Piece that you had already seen, but it still engrossed you enough to forget about being all alone with your crush.

After a while, you looked over at Jungkook who had been observing you for who knows how long.

“What?”

“You inhale your food, you know that?” He beamed his signature crooked smile at you, and you were too caught up in it to retort.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and took his empty plate and yours to the kitchen to wash, yelling over your shoulder, “I like to eat, OK?! Sue me!”

You didn’t hear Jungkook’s footsteps following you as you washed the plates in the sink. His arms snaked around your midsection and his chin rested on your shoulder which startled you enough to drop the plate you were scrubbing. Thankfully it didn’t break, so you kept doing the dishes as you willed your heart to stop drumming in your ears.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do all that. You’re my guest.” Jungkook spoke softly next to your ear as he watched you rinse his plate.

“I don’t mind, you cooked after all. It was delicious by the way.” Your voice was small in the quiet of the kitchen.

After a while, Jungkook brought his hand up to your chest and rested it there. “Why are you so nervous? Your heart is beating really fast.”

You blushed and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Jungkook gently turned you around as soon as you put the plate on the dish rack. You looked up at him, but his eyes were focused on your mouth. He leaned into you, but instead of kissing you, he brushed his nose against the tip of yours.

“You have nothing to be nervous about. I just wanted to hang out with you. There’s no pressure here, OK?” You nodded at him, unable to meet his eyes but instead wishing he had kissed you. “Want a tour?” Jungkook smiled widely and it was infectious because you found yourself grinning back at him while nodding.

The curly haired brunette took you through each room of his spacious house. He led you around the first floor, explaining which family member was in each framed picture that lined the walls. You giggled at a cute picture of him as a baby hung just past the bathroom and you could swear Jungkook blushed just a little at your reaction. Once you had seen everything on the first floor, the boy took you by the hand and led you up the stairs. The second floor had 3 bedrooms in it and another bathroom. Taped up cardboard boxes lined the walls to which Jungkook apologized for. You rolled your eyes at him because his house was impeccable. If he thinks this is messy, I’m never taking him to my house.

The last room Jungkook showed you was his own. He waited at the entrance of it as you bounded past him and into the room. It heavily contrasted the other rooms you had seen since it was smaller in size and had dark blue painted walls instead of the usual ivory. Sports trophies and metals sat perched atop floating shelves along with manga books and video games. You took your time going through everything as he watched you carefully from afar. Once you reached his desk, you noticed his high-tech gaming setup complete with a back-support chair. You plopped on it and spun around. Reaching out to touch a button on the keyboard, it made a loud click noise. Mechanical keyboard.

You looked back at Jungkook. His expression was wary, having no idea what was going through your head as you studied the most personal things about him.

“Mechanical keyboard hooked up to a Corsair desktop with liquid coolant? Jungkook, you’re such a nerd!!” He let out the breath he was holding and laughed as he came in to sit on his bed.

“I won’t deny it.” Jungkook watched as you surfed his computer, checking what games he had downloaded. This setup cost a couple thousand dollars easily, so you took the opportunity to play a game of Overwatch while you could. Jungkook tisked after every time you died, but it was hard to focus on the game when he was sitting 2 feet away from you on a bed. You wondered if he was going to make a move on you or not. What if he doesn’t? You contemplated having the conversation with him anyway.

“Okay, get up. You just put my gamer tag to shame. I have to show you how a true master does it.” You giggled as he replaced you on the chair and instantly queued up for another game. You sat cross legged on the bed watching him play for a while. He was really good, you couldn’t deny it, but as your eyes took in the rest of his room, an alien feeling came over you. You gazed at the polaroids of a younger Jungkook smiling amongst his friends hanging along a large mirror, at his worn-out baseball glove that sat on top of his dresser, at the mess of clothes at the corner of the room that looked like he had changed outfits 6 times. Your heart was full in that moment, and you realized just how much you really liked Jungkook. You were so happy to be there with him, so content in his presence even as he was engrossed in his game. No, you more than liked him. And you knew this for months, but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself until now. You smiled down at your lap, realizing you were never going to have that conversation with him after all, there was no way you could part ways with someone that made you feel the way that he did, risk or no risk.

Suddenly overcome with emotion, you looked back at Jungkook who was hunched over the screen, furiously clicking away at the keys on the keyboard. In one swift motion, you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. You took your hair out of the bun it had been in and let your strands fall over your shoulders. Jungkook looked over his shoulder at you briefly but did a double-take, realizing you were suddenly sitting on his bed with no shirt on. His mouth fell open in shock, but he didn’t miss a beat, instantly standing up to turn off his desktop and joining you on the bed. He placed a knee on the mattress next to you and leaned over you, attaching his lips to yours. You leaned back until you were laying on the bed with Jungkook on top of you. He held his weight on his elbows, careful not to be overbearing, but you didn’t care about that. You wanted to feel him on you, so you wrapped your legs around his waist and brought him to you. His arms rested on either side of your head as his lips worked gently and tentatively on your mouth. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, but after a while your hands began roaming and exploring. Your fingers took turns entwining themselves in his shiny brown locks, then caressing his face as you made out. Eventually, they reached for the bottom of his shirt, but he was already ahead of you as he kneeled briefly to take it off then reattached himself to your lips right after.

Your fingers began kneading the muscles on his shoulders and his arms, feeling how taught they were. Your fingertips lightly slid down his chest and onto the flat expanse of his stomach. You felt his abs twitch as he smiled into the kiss, “Sorry, your hands are cold.”

You giggled an I’m sorry as he took hold of both of your hands in his and held them above your head on the bed, pinning you down. You wanted to keep touching him, so you writhed against his hold on you, pushing your chest into his. You could feel Jungkook’s boner where it lay stiffly on your thigh just past your sex. You circled your hips trying to get it to hit the spot that needed attention. Jungkook understood what you were after and began bucking his hips sensually into yours. You moaned into the kiss, feeling his clothed shaft press harshly against the apex of your thighs. Jungkook lifted his face away from yours, dragging your bottom lip out as he did. He held both of your hands with his right, freeing his left to begin groping your breasts. His hands worked their magic over the lacey fabric of your bra, your nipples hardening just under the material. When he didn’t unhook your bra, you sat up and did it yourself. You realized he was probably letting you take the wheel after what he had said in the kitchen, so you decided to do just that. You got up on your knees and pushed Jungkook onto the bed, mounting him and putting your hands on his chest.

A wild glint shown in his eyes, to which you smiled and bit your lip, returning to his face to continue making out. You began circling your hips, grinding your clit against his boner and earning some groans from the boy. You sat up so you could watch his face as you continued grinding on him. His hands came up to your hips and held onto them roughly with his head thrown back in pleasure.

Your hands found the rim of his pants and began tugging. Jungkook lifted his hips so you could pull them down. You slid his pants to his ankles and he kicked them off. Your mouth watered as you stared down at the view beneath you. Jungkook’s chest heaved as he regained his breath from making out nonstop. His tan abs dipped below the waistband of his black boxer briefs that stretched tautly over his muscular thighs. Jungkook sat up on his elbows, looking up at you expectantly. You looked back at him and maintained eye contact as you slowly slid your jeans off of your body. Jungkook bit his lip as he watched you undressed for him. His dick twitched in his boxers, begging for attention. You quickly obliged, squeezing his boner with your hand over his boxers. He hissed and laid back down, draping his arm over his eyes. You wondered if he was shy when it came to sex, and the thought had your heart bursting at the seams.

You leaned down and licked a stripe over his clothed shaft, earning a gasp from the boy. You drenched the fabric in your saliva as you stared intently at Jungkook who had sat back up to look at you in surprise. You curled your fingers over the waistband and watched him for approval. He lifted his hips with permission as you slid the material off of him. His boner sprang free, leaking and angry. You licked your lips, gently taking hold of it. You swept your hair to the side and tucked a few loose strands behind your ear as you leaned in to get close to his penis. You gave it a few lazy strokes as you gently kissed the tip. Again, you watched for his reaction, and he assured you he wanted this just as much as you did when he bucked his hips at your mouth’s proximity to his member. You smiled at how excited he seemed, licking another strip up his shaft and leaving a wet streak from bottom to top. Jungkook hissed again, wearing his bottom lip out with his teeth. Once your tongue reached the top, you took his head into your mouth, curling your lips over your teeth and letting it rest on your circling tongue. Inch by inch, you took him into you keeping your mouth tight around him. Jungkook gaped as your nose furrowed itself in his pubic hair. You came up slowly, sucked the top a bit then went down again. Jungkook laid back down, enveloped in absolute pleasure. His hands found themselves in your hair, eventually holding your head in place so he could buck into you. As Jungkook fucked your mouth, you couldn’t help the drool that spilled from your lips and dripped down his member, further lubricating him and creating sloppy wet sounds each time he entered and exited your mouth. Jungkook’s expression became focused and borderline angry with his eyebrows knit together in pure pleasure and concentration. You noted how deliciously vocal he was with his consistent moaning and groaning filling the air. You could feel yourself getting increasingly wet at the view and the sounds before you.

After a while, Jungkook slowed and then took himself out of your mouth. His penis was dripping wet and even more red than it was before. You wiped your mouth with your thumb as he stroked himself lazily. Jungkook tore his eyes away from you briefly to rummage through his nightstand for a condom. You busied yourself with getting rid of your underwear. Feeling your sex yearning for attention as he struggled to find a condom, you mounted his midsection again and sat directly on top of his penis. Slowly, you began moving your hips back and forth. You slid easily along his shaft with the lubrication of your spit that hadn’t dried yet. You moaned lightly, feeling some pleasure from your movements. Jungkook stilled as he felt your pussy getting so close to enveloping him. He held your hip with one hand and clutched the condom in the other. His eyebrows knit together as he hesitated before leading your hips back and forth once more. Your moans and his groans filled the room in unison. Your wetness coated his dick, further exciting him.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re such a bad influence.” Jungkook’s voice shook and you smiled, realizing how fucked out he was, but you were too, maybe even more. Jungkook watched you excitedly as you took hold of the base of his penis and line him up with your entrance. He tossed the condom to the side and helped guide his penis into you. You both moaned loudly as he slipped inside of you easily. You quivered at the feeling of being so full. When you tried to move, Jungkook held you in place and you realized he was trying not to bust right then and there. You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, deciding to give him a break so he could calm down. You kissed him passionately as he cupped your face between his large veiny hands. After a while, his hands traveled down to your ass and squeezed them hard. You responded by tightening around him. He began easing himself in and out of you, holding your cheeks apart so he could eventually slam into you repeatedly. You moaned loudly into his mouth at the sudden pleasure that overtook you. Jungkook moved his head back to disconnect your lips and watch your face as you moaned. You sat up and began bouncing on his dick wildly. Jungkook moved his hands to your breasts when he noticed them bouncing with each rough hip thrust. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on his lower stomach and threw your head back in sheer pleasure.

You took the opportunity of Jungkook eventually taking a break to begin circling your hips with him inside. Surely enough, the head of his penis found your g spot and you began moaning carelessly again. He watched as you got yourself off on top of him, reveling in the view of you letting your inhibitions go. Jungkook watched you intently you got closer and closer to reaching your high. Your hips quickened in pace then suddenly stopped as your toes curled and your walls pulsed around him. You keeled over on top of him, feeling every inch of your skin breaking out in goosebumps. You laid your head in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily. Jungkook moved your hair out of the way then kissed your forehead. You chuckled out of breath before speaking, “Fuck, Jungkook.”

Swiftly and effortlessly, Jungkook flipped you so that he was now on top. Jungkook decided to give you a break as he focused his attention on your breasts. He pinched and pulled on your nipples, sending tiny shocks down to your sensitive core each time. He brought his tongue to one and began licking and sucking, then did the same to the other. You scratched his head idly, appreciating the way he took his time with you.

Jungkook began kissing upwards on your chest, all the way up to your mouth and kissed you intimately. The kiss was deep and slow, without tongue this time, and it took your breath away. You had to hold back a moan at how sweet the kiss was. You never wanted it to end, but when his hand traveled down towards your sex, you knew you were ready for more. Jungkook sat back and slapped your clit with his dick before easing himself inside of you once more. You were still slick from your orgasm and it had Jungkook closing his eyes in pleasure. You shivered and pulled Jungkook back onto you again to feel his warmth on you. Slowly yet steadily, he began moving in and out of you as he laid on top of you. His arms caged your head in as he began kissing you sweetly again. This time you did moan, and it seemed to egg Jungkook on, but he didn’t want to ruin the romanticism in that moment, so he continued his slow place and focused on your mouth. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and began circling around yours sloppily. You opened your mouth fully, willing to take anything and everything. It all felt so good and so surreal, you could feel yourself getting impossibly wetter, and you knew he could too with the way he began growling.

“Fuck, Y/N” You could only moan your answer as you both instantly felt the need to fuck hard. Jungkook lifted himself up just enough as he sped up and begin pounding into you roughly, holding your hips in place as he did. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he fucked the living soul out of you. Eventually, he sat back and held your legs wide open as his dick entered and exited you relentlessly. Your moans grew so loud, you were sure it could be heard from outside, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to keep fucking you forever, but your body had other plans. It didn’t take long for the familiar blooming in your lower stomach to begin making your toes curl again and your back arch. With his hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead and a look of concentration, Jungkook looked into your eyes while you stared back at him with your mouth agape. “You gonna come for me again?” Jungkook’s words were tight and stern which only made you moan more.

“Fuck, yes, yes, I-I am. Fuuuuck Jungkook!” Your second orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. You stared up at the ceiling as the familiar warm feeling spread to your extremities.

“That’s it baby, c’mon.” Jungkook fucked you through your orgasm as your walls spasmed around him. As you lay on the bed exhausted and reeling, he quickly pulled out of you and pumped himself a few times, spurting cum all over your stomach. Jungkook groaned loudly as the ropes of hot white liquid shot out of him. You were too spent to look, instead feeling the burning sensation of each drop landing on your moist skin.

As he milked the last of his cum out of his dick, you looked at your stomach covered in white and laughed breathlessly. “Jesus Jungkook, empty your balls once in a while.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’ve been busy.” Jungkook laughed breathlessly along with you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. He got up from the bed and returned with baby wipes. You cleaned yourself up and tossed the soiled wipes in a nearby trashcan.

Making space for him on the bed, Jungkook laid down next to you. Neither of you said anything for a while, choosing instead to look up at the ceiling as your breathing evened out. You began breaking out in goosebumps at the feeling of being naked without a blanket over you. As if on cue, Jungkook pulled the covers up over the both of you. You turned to the side in contentment. Jungkook spooned you and wrapped his arm around you, making it easy for the both of you to drift to sleep.

In the middle of the night, you woke him up for another round, but this time it was him who was giving you oral, and just as with all else, he was extremely generous.

Monday came and went without any sign of Jungkook at work. When you showed up on Tuesday morning and he was absent again, you pouted, wondering what was going on. After the morning rush, you decided to mention it to Hobi at the risk of sounding clingy.

You watched your friend wipe down the counters before clearing your throat. “It’s not like Jungkook to miss two days of work in a row. I wonder if he’s okay…”

Hobi stilled his hand on the rag and looked at you in confusion.

“…What?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, wondering why he was starting to look so surprised. It seemed like he was trying to find the right words with which to respond. “Spit it out Hobi! You’re worrying me.” You couldn’t help the bad feeling that fell over you as you watched Hoseok fully turn to you with a worried expression on his face.

“Y/N…didn’t Jungkook tell you?”

“…Tell me what? Ugh Hobi just say it!” You bit your lip anxiously. Hoseok rubbed his neck, mimicking your anxiety.

“Y/N…Jungkook’s last day was Friday. He moved to Connecticut with his family this past Sunday…” You stared at your friend in disbelief, waiting for the punchline that never came.

You chuckled nervously. “Hobi…what are you talking about? I was just with him and-“ The memory of all the boxes around his house flashed in your mind and made the rest of your sentence die in your throat.

Hobi looked at you with pity in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I know you two were close. I figured you already knew. I wonder why he didn’t say anything…” When you didn’t offer him a response, he resumed cleaning the counters and gave you a much needed moment to process everything.

You sagged against the register and stared into the backroom at Jungkook’s deserted cubby, unable to believe the sudden news. Why wouldn’t he say goodbye? Your first instinct was to feel betrayed and used. You opened yourself up to him and took the risk of falling, and he wasn’t going to be there to catch you after all. But you knew you couldn’t blame him entirely, since the ball had been in your court the entire time.

After a couple minutes of silence, a group of customers walked in, so you tore yourself away from the backroom and focused on them, willing your tears not to fall, and they didn’t, at least not until you got into the bathtub later that day. Turns out, you had been Jungkook’s replacement.

[rightsockjin]

Dirty dancing

Summary: Its Disco night and Hoseok was ready to get down with it. He’s not opposed to a partner dance either.

Rating: M

Genre:SMUT! fluffish....

Warnings: Public grinding, dirty dancing, thongs, strangers, sneaky sex. LONG AF HOPE. Public but not public sex. bets! Loud sex! Order and lack there of hehe. Riding. Semi nakedness. Drinking!!

Word count: 3,618

AN: Please enjoy this confusing little Drabble...

The music was blaring in the background. Lights of multiple colors shone in the dense darkness. You were sure that the AC was on, but you couldn’t feel it at all in the tangle of bodies writhing on the dance floor. Still, it wasn’t as packed as it could be but the close proximity of your body to one tall, handsome man was impeding any air flow to your slightly moist body.

When you had decided to come out to the 70s themed day at the club, you had originally thought you’d get in, get annoyed and leave within five minutes but as soon as you had walked in, he’d pulled you towards him and didn’t let go. Usually, you didn’t like when a guy did this kind of thing but as soon as your eyes met his, you realized you didn’t care.

The man was hot. With a capital H. He must have been there for a while because from what little you could see, he was already sweating. On top of that, he was throwing around some fancy dance moves that seemed straight out of a music video. For a couple of seconds, you hadn’t even moved as you watched him move fluidly to the music.

It was when he took your ring clad hands in his and pulled you flush into him that you’d jumped into motion. It was nice and slow at first. The typical 70s dances that patiently taught you on the spot had your heartbeat racing and not just because you were getting in a good workout.

Before you knew it, you were where you were now, with your ass plastered to his hips. Your sparkly dress that looked a little like a partially buttoned smart suit was riding up on your body. It was already short as it was and you hadn’t planned on doing something like this that night so your throbbing core was only separated from the front of his wide legged pants by the sexiest maroon colored thong you owned. The only one you owned really.

His hands were on your hips to help you grind down onto him. You were flush against his chest, your hand on his neck as he looked at you from the side. Around you, the atmosphere had completely changed with the suddenly sensual music. People were kissing all around you. Drinks were going around with the scantily clad waitresses.

The man in the red leather shirt, Hoseok, he had whispered in your ear at some point, was quick to scoop up a couple of brightly colored drinks letting you go. Reluctantly, you turned to face him. He held a cup out to you with a bright smile. His lips pulled upwards instead of to the sides like other people smiled. Almost like a heart.

You took the drink from his hand and watched as he shot the entire plastic cup. You took a tentative sip of the purple liquid. It was strong, but you threw caution to the wind and chugged it the way that Hoseok had. You felt it hit your throat, burning all the way down. Over the loudness of the melody behind you, the sound of his slightly high pitched giggle hit your ear drums.

He leaned in so he didn’t have to yell as loud, “I knew I liked you!”

You smiled up at him, subconsciously fixing one of your black thigh highs. He took the cup from your hands and set them on the next tray of drinks that came your way.

With a smirk he wrapped his arms around your waist, almost a little too low but far enough away that it seemed innocent. You kind of didn’t mind if he did dip a little lower if you were being honest with yourself. Throwing caution to the wind, you slipped your hands around his arms and pushed them down so they rested on the swell of your ass.

Hoseok’s eyes widened, but it wasn’t long before his shock gave way to amusement. In an instant, his grip tightened, your bodies were closer and his voice was in your ear.

“Didn’t pin you for being this kind of girl Sunshine,” he groaned. His voice was abundantly clear even though there was a lot of sound pollution.

“What else are you going to let me get away with tonight?” He asked, his lips brushed against your ear tenderly, like he was hesitating but you didn’t want him to hesitate. Adrenaline was pumping through your body like a drug. You wanted him to act. You wanted to be ravished. You wanted him to pound into with the same energy he had been dancing with all night.

“Ask and I might just give it to you,” you said back, letting your hands trail up his arms, to his shoulders and into his slightly damp hair. The strong scent of something citrusy and light musk hit your nose as you burrowed your head in his neck.

You felt him stiffen for a second before he nudged a leg between your own and used his hands to pull you onto his thigh.  He pushed you against the denim of his jeans making sure you could stay on your feet. Surprised, you held onto his head and shoulders and let him lead you in this all too intimate dance. For second, you worried that someone would say something to you but then you remembered where you were and the worry faded.

“How does that feel, sunshine? This okay?”

You groaned softly, in what you hoped was a sensual way for only him to hear. You let him move your butt up and down his incredibly muscular thigh. Without even trying, he was hitting your clit through your underwear. You should have been embarrassed but you weren’t. You were so turned on that you wouldn’t be surprised if you came undone in record time.

“More than,” you answered breathlessly as he pushed into your core in time with the beat of the music.

He groaned as you pulled at his hair. Like putty in your hands, he melted into your touch. His groan sent a shiver down your back.

You danced effortlessly, letting him dictate the speed and the intensity at which you grinded on his leg. Slowly, he built you closer and closer to the pleasure you knew so well. It was at that point, where it felt like in one more minute of his talented pace setting, that you realized you weren’t super fond of the idea of having an orgasm in front of a room full of strangers.

You tapped Hoseok on the shoulder to get his attention. It took two more taps and another particularly pleasurable push against your center for him to realize you were trying to get his notice.

“What’s up,” he asked, bringing his face within an inch of yours so that you could speak a little easier.

“Do you want to go back to my place or something like that?” You asked, your heart thumping painfully with the fear that he would reject you and you had completely misread the situation.

A wide and attractive grin pulled at his lips. He raised an eyebrow in question. You felt your cheeks grow red and instantly you opened your mouth to take back your suggestion but one of Hoseok’s hands came up and stopped you in your tracks by using a thumb to trace your lips.

“I have a better idea,” he groaned, taking you by the forearm and looking around. The music was still blaring and no one really seemed to notice you. He smirked in your direction, seemingly having found what he was looking for before he pulled you in the direction of the private section of the club which was usually reserved for the important people who visited so they too could have fun and not be harassed.

You didn’t question or fight him on it. Your blood pumped through your veins like violent maroon rivers suited for rafting. The air was pressing up against you and suddenly, the clothing you were wearing felt too hot and heavy for the occasion.

It was only when Hoseok had led you behind the thick, heavy velvet curtains when the two body guards weren’t looking and it was safely shut behind you, that he turned to look at you once again. The hunger of something wild festered in his gaze as he took in your every curve. He looked positively starving. And you were his salvation.

You hadn’t really noticed until that moment that the lounge area was empty, which wasn’t typical of a night like that night. Usually, it was full or pre-booked. The sound had also been severely cut through by the heavy fabric that served as a barrier to you two and the rest of the club.

Cool air hit your burning skin. A small reprieve from the burning that had begun when Hoseok had pulled you into his arms but it was soon ripped from you when said man pulled you into his chest once again.

You placed a hand on his shoulder so you could steady yourself on your feet as his nose connected with yours. His bore into your own, smug, like you’d fallen right into his trap.

“What do you think sunshine?”

You licked your lips, suddenly feeling quite parched, though you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the dancing or what.

“What if someone comes in?” You questioned, looking at the curtains.

“Or what if the body guards hear us?”

Hoseok laughed deep in his throat as if he had been waiting for you to ask those exact questions. With all the smugness and cockiness he could muster he winked.

“Better hurry up if we don’t want to risk it then huh?”

You felt your eyelids widen then as a thrill of fear ran through your nerves. You waited for him to make a move, not sure where to start or what to do but he seemed to be waiting for the same thing. It was when neither of you moved a single muscle that he pouted and took a step back.

“Well, I gave you the chance to be in charge, Y/N. You can’t say I didn’t try. You always were more of a sub anyway.”

And he pulled you over to the wide leather couch that rested against the farthest wall. He plopped himself down first, his legs spread wide, his erection ever so clear against the fabric of his pants.

“You have two choices sunshine,” he said unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, “Give me your panties and you can ride me, or,” he paused as he spilled his hand into his underwear and pulled out the unbelievably long member with his right hand, “you could keep them and suck me off. Take your pick.”

Instantly, you ripped your underwear off your figure, getting it caught here and there on your thicker than your realized boots before you unhooked them from your left heel and threw them at his chest. He caught them as they slid down his leather shirt with wide eyes. Almost like he really wasn’t expecting you to comply.

You didn’t give him much time to think or to realize what you had done. Instead, you trekked the two steps that stood between you and that delicious looking length and startled his spread legs. He balled the pair of panties in his hand and used the other to steady you in his lap. Your bare core grazed his very much at-attention member slightly. He gasped slightly and you clenched around nothing.

“I can’t wait to sink into you baby girl,” he said, reaching around you and tucking your underwear in his pocket.

“Then don’t,” you groaned, reaching between your bodies and taking his twitching member. He hissed as your slightly cooler than body temperature hand wrapped wound his shaft.

“You’re moving a little fast baby girl? Are you even wet enough-oh fuck.” You pushed his tip slightly into your lower lips, running it up and down, collecting your juices to prove that you were indeed turned on enough to drown his thirsty dick ten times over.

“What do you think?”

A strangled moan ripped from his throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He let his hands travel up and under your legs and under the sequined dress. His hands cupped your ass and pulled you lower, to egg you on.

“Now who’s the one rushing Mr. Hoseok?” You asked, laughing as he glared at you through lust filled eyes.

“If you don’t-”

“Oh,” you interrupted with a bright smirk, “Is that the beginning of an order? Is someone ready to give up?”

Hoseok retreated like a dog with his tail between his legs. His eyes were wide and terrified. His hold on you tightened like he was scared you would just get up and leave.

“N-no! No orders, just going to suggest…”

“Seemed like a very forceful suggestion, Hobi baby,” you joked, tapping his cheek with a finger.

He cleared his throat and shook his head meekly, “I’m so sorry Sunshine. I swear it wasn’t an order. I just wanted to say that uh… if you don’t want to-to rush,” he spat, you could see the wheels in his head turning, “then, you can totally take all night if you need to.”

“All night?”

“All night,” he confirmed, seeming satisfied with his half assed excuse.

“That’s good because I plan on taking my time with you…” you pumped his shaft slowly, almost torturously so before adding a, “sir.”

If looks could kill, you would be six feet under in that moment. When you had made this bet with your boyfriend of two years you really hadn’t thought he would last. It was one thing to pretend he didn’t know you, it was another for him to not dom you. Sure, you knew he’d try because of how high the stakes were but he was lasting much longer than you had thought he would.

“Take your time,” he groaned and you ground down onto his tip as you gave a particularly hard tug.

“Luckily for you Hobi… I’m feeling generous,” then without further ado, you aligned him with your entrance and sank down. Hoseok was so long you could feel him in your guts. You were so lucky he knew how to use it and not just how to impale you on his end.

“Fuck you’re warm,” he sighed as you squeezed him between your velvet walls.

“You’re so long,” you gasped, starting to circle your hips on his hips. He was nestled against the special spot within you. With every circle of your hips, he hit the spot with a thrust of his hips.

“Keep doing that-”

“An order?”

“A warning,” he groaned as he thrust a little faster and you sped up your pace, “Damn it let- let me think for a second please.” He grabbed your hips and stopped you from moving. You rolled your eyes but let him hold you in place.

“If you keep doing that, this isn’t going to last very long.”

“Who said I wanted you to last, sir?” You chuckled, picking up your pace again. You made your walls contract against him. On his part, Hoseok had started to thrust into you with a bit more vigor. He had always had a soft spot for that nickname and while you didn’t use it often, when you did, it drove him mad.

You let go of his shoulders and pulled apart the top part of your dress so that your braless chest was exposed. Your nipples were so sensitive and red. They were practically begging for him to touch. But he took one look at them, clearly tempted and then ignored your perfectly sculpted breast. This was your punishment. This was his rebellion. You took his authority, and so he takes away one of the things you enjoyed most.

“You’re an ass,” you said.

He slapped your partially exposed ass with a giddy chuckle. “And you love it, Sunshine.”

He thrust faster and harder. His  pubic bone was grazing your overly sensitive clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. This had been one of your best ideas. While you genuinely loved your boyfriend and he seemed to love you, your bedroom life was getting predictable. You needed to add some spice to it and his club had been the perfect place to seek it. The threat of being walked in on was all too real and while there was music playing, you could be heard if someone walked a little too closely to the private section. And you planned on screaming his name because it was rare when Hoseok let you make any noise. He preferred to have you gagged.

On a regular day, he might have stuffed your panties into your mouth to keep it shut while he fucked you heard from behind, but not today. Today, you were on top and you could scream and moan and-

“Fuck I’m close,” Hoseok half yelled.

“I’m getting there Hobi,” you moaned. The noise was strange to your own ears and you wondered if it was weird to him as well.

“Do that again,” he said after a moment of silence.

“Is that-”

“Yes damn it! That’s an order! Do that again.”

You would deal with that later. In that moment, all you were focused on was the relief you felt at being given permission to make noise. You gasped loudly as he pounded into you. His dick was coated in your essence and you moved effortlessly on him. Your legs were beginning to hurt but you didn’t care. This was building up to be one of the best orgasms you had ever had.

“That’s right. If I had known you sounded this delicious, I would have had you screaming my name instead of those gags.”

“Hoseok,” you moaned, letting him take control and falling into subspace without realizing. He was sweating from the amount of work it’s taking him to keep going at this angle but he seemed determined to see it through. He was hitting deeper than he had before and your walls encased him like he was made to fit inside of you.

“How close are you, Sunshine?”

“I’m-I’m really…”

“Come for me, Y/N. I’m about to-”

You moaned so loud you were sure that the men who were guarding the area must have heard you but you didn’t care a single bit. The orgasm made you twitch in his hold. You saw pure, hot white behind your eyelids.

Hot semen began to fill you shortly after. Still in the midst of your orgasm, Hoseok emptied himself into you. His dick twitched, matching your over sensitive body making it so much worse, or you supposed better.

After what felt like an eternity, your pleasure turned into oversensitivity. It was starting to get painful but Hoseok was still thrusting into you.

“Hobi, stop…”

“Just one more,” he begged and thrust into you one last time, before he stopped and let himself slump against your bear chest. You took a couple of minutes to catch your breath before you pushed his hair away from his forehead.

“You okay?” he asked breathlessly. As if he had finished a whole night of dancing.

“Perfect,” you assured, kissing him hard on the lips.

Hoseok smiled but it was swept off in a split second, “I lost didn’t I?”

You laughed obnoxiously, still a little high from your orgasm and the dopamine that was swarming your brain.

“Yeah Hobi baby… you definitely lost.”

Hoseok slumped against you again, burying his head between your breast, “Damn it! I was so convinced I could do it!”

“Come on,” you prodded, “it’s not that bad! It’s only for a week!”

Hoseok groaned, disgusted at the prospect of the week ahead. You on the other hand were ecstatic.

“How bad could it be? I promise I’ll go easy on you,” you said trying to pull him up to look you in the eyes but he wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you  can’t wait to boss me around for a whole week.”

You sighed. You couldn’t lie, you really were looking forward to telling him what to do for an entire seven days. You had a lot of chores to do and you had specifically left them undone the whole of the previous week so just so he would have some stuff to do, but you felt a tiny bit guilty.

“We can forget about the bet if you want Hobi,” you said, pushing your hand through his hair.

“No,” he disagreed, pulling his face out of your chest to look at you, “a bet is a bet. Just have mercy on me.”

You smiled at his distressed expression, very happy that he wasn’t shying away from what you guys had agreed upon nearly a fortnight before. It was going to be a fun week, maybe not for him.

“This is the last courtesy call for all guests of the Dynamite nightclub! We are closing in five minutes! Please come back tomorrow and we hope you had a dynamic night!”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Had you been at the club for that long?

“Looks like that’s our queue to leave?”

Hoseok raised an amuse eyebrow, “Sunshine, they said guests. I’m the owner and I…” he kissed the tops of your breast suggestively, “have plans for you that require the poles out in the main area.”

A dynamic night indeed.

[animeyanderelover]

If you're not too busy may I request something: Ciel/Alois was barely alive when a little nurse came picked them from a dark alley and nursed them back to health. What she didn't expect is how they say thanks.

I went with Alois for this one and decided to turn it into a oneshot. This is the introduction to my first s/o. Here we go! By the way, I decided to split this part into more than one part because if I wouldn’t have done that it would have taken too long. I’ll write of course a second and if necessary a third part to it. I wanted to first of all write something different, but if you like this part and want the second one faster, I’ll concentrate more on writing it.

Warnings: Yandere themes, blood, violence

My little butterfly

Yandere aged up Alois x Sayuri

Sayuri didn’t really know why she ended up in this alley. Was it because she had thought that it could be abbreviation? Or was it because she just was incredibly stupid? Probably both after all she was a person who had natural a talent for making stupid decisions and today she was let out later than usual because she was ordered to help with a surgery and had just wanted to get home fast, taking a short and warm bath and then finally plop into her cozy bed. But for whatever reason she had went into this dark alley she hadn’t expected to find a young man in there beaten up blue and black with a knife stabbed in one of his shoulders. He was bleeding from countless wounds on his body and if it wouldn’t have been for the slight movement of his chest Sayuri would have thought that he was dead. “... Oh my god!!”, she shouted shocked and immediately ran to the boy. She carefully removed the knife from his shoulder, careful to not make him loose more blood than he already did. “What should I do?! The hospital is too far away from here, but if this wounds won’t stop bleeding he’ll die from blood loss!” Sayuri started panicking a bit before she slapped herself. “Get your shit together Sayuri!! You’re a goddanm nurse and have seen worse than this!” She took a deep breath to calm down and then carefully slid the man’s arm around her shoulder, supporting his unconscious body on her own. “If I can’t take him to the hospital, I’ll take him to me! I have everything I need at home to take care of those wounds!”

Like this she started stumbling her way back to her house, having troubles with not tripping with the additional weight of the boy. But somehow she managed to reach her house without stumbling or falling down once. She quickly unlocked the door and carried the boy to her bedroom, slowly letting him down. Then she quickly ran back and forth to get everything she needed. Then she slowly took off the boy’s jacket and top to take a closer look at the wounds and to take proper care of them. To her relief most of the wounds had stopped bleeding on their own, but her stomach twisted when she saw how much damage was caused to him. She could tell that all the wounds were made by a knife. Some were only scratches, but others were deep enough to leave a permanent scar. She carefully cleaned the blood around the wounds and applied an ointment on them to prevent possible inflammations. You froze when the boy groaned painfully, but continued to apply the ointment on all his wounds. After that you bandaged all of them. “That must do it for now, but as soon as he’s conscious again those stabs need to be sewn.” Now Sayuri had finally time to take a closer look at the man in front of her and she needed to admit that he was handsome. He had platinum blonde hair, sharp features and fair skin. He looked like he was in his early twenties and judging by his clothes and the ring he was wearing on his right index finger he was most likely someone from a high status, much more higher than her. “Was he attacked by some thieves? No, then they would have taken that ring of his. Or was it probably someone who wanted revenge on that man for something he did to them in the past?” Sayuri shook her head, deciding to worry about that tomorrow. She had focused her last bit of energy into saving this boy and felt the exhaustion from the day sinking into her. She dragged herself out of the bedroom, deciding to sleep on the couch. As she stepped down the stairs she suddenly tripped over her own feet and fell down, landing luckily only on her ass. She suppressed a yelp of pain, not wanting to wake the guest up. She rubbed her ass, trying to ease the stinging. “Whatever. I’ve experienced worse.”, she thought and continued her way to the couch. As soon as she reached it she just collapsed on it, sighing loudly into one of the pillows. She didn’t even care that she was still in her workwear that was smeared with the blood of the boy. She just closed her eyes and let herself sink into sleep.

When she woke up she didn’t know where she was at first before remembering what happened a few hours before. She was just about to go back to sleep when she suddenly heard loud screaming from above. Sayuri squealed surprised before hurrying upstairs, tripping a few times over the stairs. She slammed the door to her bedroom open and stormed towards her bed in which the boy was laying. He screamed and writhed in the sheets, Sayuri assumed that he must have a pretty bad nightmare. The problem was that due to his violently moving some of his wounds had reopened themselves and had already stained some of the bandages red. Sayuri quickly started shaking the man slightly, careful to not reopen any more wounds. ‘‘Wake up!!’‘, she yelled at him. Suddenly the man’s eyes, an icy blue, shot open and he sat up in a fast motion. ‘‘AAAHH!!!!’‘, he screamed loudly, causing Sayuri to flinch. She whimpered due to his shrill scream. The man’s head snapped in her direction and intense blue eyes stared directly at her. For a moment everything became silent and the both of them just stared at each other. ‘‘Uhhmm... Hi?’‘, Sayuri spoke up. The boy narrowed his eyes. ‘‘Who are you?! Are you one of the people who attacked me?!’‘, he spitted into her face. ‘‘No! I’m not!’‘, the girl defended herself indignantly. ‘‘LIAR! They’re all liars!! All they’re after is my money!!’‘, the boy screamed. Sayuri was for a moment speechless. This man had an unbelievable bratty attitude, but she was sure that she had just now sensed hurt in his voice. The boy tried to stand up from the bed, but winced and held one of his hands over one of his many reopened wounds. When he removed the hand and looked at his now bloodstained hand his eyes widened and his hand started shacking. ‘‘I’m bleeding!!!’‘ The boy started panicking and tried to rip all of the bandages on his body away. Sayuri quickly grabbed his hands to prevent him from it. ‘‘Stop it!!’‘, she called desperately. ‘‘Let me go!! You’re just like everyone else!! No one cares for me!! No one cares if I would die!!’‘ Suddenly Sayuri grabbed the boy’s face in both of her hands and forced him to look at her. ‘‘STOP IT!! I’m just trying to help you and this is how you choose to act!? I don’t know what makes you think like this, but I can guarantee you that it isn’t true that no one cares for you!! Your life is worth so much, don’t just throw it away!!’‘ She was gasping for air after her sudden outburst, but it had definitely effected the boy. He stared at her with wide eyes. ‘‘Then tell me, do you care?’’ The hurtness in his voice nearly broke Sayuri’s heart. ‘‘If I wouldn’t have cared I wouldn’t have taken you with me.’‘, she answered him softly,’’Now please sit down again and stay still so I can stop the bleeding and rebandage the wounds.’’ This time the boy actually listened to her and watched her like a hawk when she stopped the bleeding and bandaged everything again. Sayuri felt like he was burning holes into her. ‘‘Finished!’’ The boy quickly glanced down at all the new bandaged wounds and then looked at her. ‘‘It still hurts.’’, he whimpered. ‘‘Wait here. I have a medicine that should help to ease the pain.’‘ Sayuri wanted to stand up, but the boy grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. ‘‘No! Please don’t leave me!’’ Sayuri felt something wet dripping onto her cheeks and realized that it were tears from the boy. He was crying! She gently started to wipe his tears away and spoke with a reassuring voice:’’Don’t worry. I won’t be gone for long. I promise I’ll return as quick as possible.’’ The blonde looked really hesitant, but slowly loosened his grip around her hand. Sayuri hurried up to get the medicine and a spoon as quick as possible.

Whilst she was in the kitchen she also brought a glass of water and some selfbaked cookies with her. She somehow managed to not trip over anything whilst carrying all this upstairs. As soon as she stepped inside the room the boy’s facial expression brightened up. ‘‘Here. This medicine is really bitter so I brought some water along and some cookies if you’re hungry. I know that this isn’t what you’re used to, but I hope it’s alright.’’ She held the spoon with the medicine on it in front of the boy’s lips which he obediently opened. He grimaced because of the taste and quickly grabbed the glass of water, gulping it all down in one shot. Sayuri laughed lightheartedly at this. She offered him her cookies which he gladly took. Whilst he was munching them he refused to look away from Sayuri. She noticed that. ‘‘Ah! That’s right, I didn’t even introduce myself. My name is Sayuri. And you are...?’’ ‘‘Alois!’’, the boy quickly replied. ‘‘Alois? That’s a cool name!’’ For a moment it became quiet before a big yawn escaped Alois lips. ‘‘You must be tired. I’ll let you sleep, it was an exhausting day for the both of us.’’ She probably should have predicted his reaction from the first time when she tried to leave, but she didn’t and so a surprised yelp came from her when the boy grabbed once again her arm. ‘‘Please don’t leave me! Don’t leave me alone! You’re the only one who cares for me! If you leave me too I’m all alone!’’ Tears were once again threatening to fall from his eyes and the desperation in his eyes and voice was too much for Sayuri to take. His breathing was shakingly and fastly. She sighed and sat down on the bed, gently pressing Alois down on the mattress. ‘‘I won’t leave if you don’t want me to.’’ She started to gently stroke the boy’s hair in a comforting manner. Alois snuggled closer to her, hugging her waist possessively and slowly his breathing calmed down. Sayuri decided to ignore that he was hugging her waist.  After some time Sayuri could tell that he had fallen asleep. She herself felt really tired, but was scared that Alois might have another nightmare. His grip on her was also really tight and it would nearly be impossible to free herself without waking him up. So she decided to stay in the bedroom. Her eyes felt heavy and with each blink it became harder to open them again. After a few minutes sleep came over her. Unnoticed by her she had another visitor, one that wasn’t human at all. His golden eyes wandered from the girl to his master who was clincing onto her waist tightly. ‘‘That’s interesting.’’ He sighed and walked over to his master. ‘‘It will most likely be hard to separate him from this girl without waking both of them up.’’ He let his eyes wander around the room, noticing the plate, the glass and the other things Sayuri had carried with her to the room. ‘‘And after that I have to make sure to erase all traces of my master. But what kind of butler would I be if I couldn’t do that much?’’

The next morning Sayuri woke up with her eyes still closed. She didn’t want to move, it was so warm and comfortable right now. She burried herself deeper into her warm bed. ‘‘Wait, something isn’t right.’’ For a moment she didn’t know why she felt like she missed something before it hit her. She immediately sat up and her head snapped in all directions. ‘‘Alois?’’ No answer. She quickly jumped out of the bed and suddenly noticed that all the stuff she had brought here yesterday wasn’t there anymore. ‘‘W-what...what happened?’’ She looked down on her clothes and her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed that they were clean. Not a single drop of blood was on them. Her mind was racing with millions of questions and thoughts. ‘‘No...that isn’t possible! I couldn’t have imagined all of that!’’ Sayuri sprinted down to the kitchen and ripped open the box with her selfbaked cookies. A scream escaped her lips and she dropped the box. The cookies inside the box spilled all over the floor, but the girl couldn’t have cared less. ‘‘T-that’s n-not possible. I-I know that I gave this b-boy yesterday the re-rest o-of the c-coo-cookies.’’ By now she was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her knees felt like jelly and her breathing was going faster than normally. She didn’t even notice when her legs gave away under her and she collapsed on the floor. ‘‘Was...was all of that a huge joke my exhausted mind played on me? Was this boy...was Alois just an imagination?’’

Left you on a cliffhanger with this one, didn’t I?

[gvf-imagines]

Part 1

(Josh/Danny/Jake/Sam x reader)

Warnings: alcohol use, self harm scars

word count:  3252

Thanks to @callmekane for beta reading this fic!

A/N: I’m excited about what this story will bring! This is going to be a very smut filled fan fiction series where the reader has a very sexual and open relationship with all of the boys! I know some people won’t like it I’m sure but all criticism is welcome! Please leave comments and let me know what you think and of course if you have an idea for the story I’m totally open to hearing your thoughts! I hope you enjoy it my friends ❣️

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You smiled as you ran off stage, the fans were still screaming and kept screaming until the next band took the stage. The air was electric, so many people, all here to enjoy the great communicator that is music. You closed your eyes to take it all in, to just listen and feel. You couldn't believe you were here, playing in front of this many people. This year you shared the stage with another up and coming band by the name of Greta Van Fleet. You hadn't heard of them before recently and they were actually really good. They had so much soul and passion in their music, it was true, raw talent. 

You watched from the side stage as they played their eclectic set. The singer, Josh, really got the crowd going. He had so much energy and was really fun to watch. His voice was incredible, unbelievable even. He had this raspy, elegant twang in his voice, that truly matched perfectly with the music his band was producing. The drummer, Danny (if you remembered correctly), had such a powerful and classic Drumming style. It was full of life and emotion , just like you, he put his all into his performance. He was focused and truly the heart of the music. There was a guitarist and a Bassist, unlike your band which only consisted of you and your best friend. You, the drummer and your friend the singer and guitarist. The bassist, Sam,  had a very cool way about him, his body moved with the music in a way that seemed beyond his control. The guitarist, Jake , was stunning, his hands danced along his guitar so expertly, you could tell he truly enjoyed his time with his instrument. 

When they finished their set, the crowd erupted in a wave of applause and cheers, like bright yellow and orange fireworks booming through the air, you watched with your minds eye, in awe as they exploded and cracked in the sky. The Boys bowed and waved before walking off stage panting and sweating.

“Nice job!, excellent show” you comment smiling. Danny returned the smile with a grateful nod. 

“Aw thank you, I'm sorry I don't think we had a chance to meet before the show, I’m Dan-” he began.

“You're Danny, Sam , Jake , and Josh” you said, pointing to each of them and smiling. They all returned the smile, there was positive energy just radiating from them, you could feel it like a blanket of warmth resting over you. 

“My name is (y/n), it's so nice to meet you guys!” you chime happily. The lead singer, Josh smiles at and you think you catch a small wink as well, making your heart skip a beat. Perhaps you were seeing things. God he's handsome, his sparkling brown eyes, he had more structure in his jawline than you had in your entire life His chestnut hair was gorgeous and curly, his whole look just attracted you to no end. 

Fuck. 

“Hey your performance was super amazing too, your voice is absolutely incredible” Sam complimented, his voice popped all the bubbly thoughts of josh that foamed in your head. Thank goodness. “Yeah! You did an excellent job (y/n). Its one thing to be a good singer when you have three other band members to help you sound good, but you were out there all alone, just your voice and you still blew that crowd away” Danny added. You were blushing for sure now. 

“Yeah your voice is crazy good, we're honored to play alongside you” Jake chimed. 

“Oh wow you guys are gonna make me cry” you chuckle “thank you so much, that means a lot coming from someone with your talent” you reply. Sam waves his hand incredulously as if you were hyping them up and making them out to be better than they really were.. You weren't. They are  awe inspiring musicians.

“Water?” a stagehand offered walking over with a cooler. 

“Oh thank fucking Christ” Josh rendered making a bee line for the cooler. You chuckled, and now that you thought of it your throat was extremely dry from singing as well. Jake nicely offered you the bottle he grabbed with a smile. A true gentleman. 

“Thank you!” you offer as you grab the bottle from him. You practically ripped the cap off and chugged the whole bottle. It was delicious and cold and ran over your tongue and down your throat with a refreshingly cold bite. 

The five of you stand there and re hydrate for a minute before Sam speaks “we should go grab a drink!” he suggests with a slight raise of his perfect eyebrows. The guys look at you in waiting. 

“You wanna join us?” Josh asks, flashing a pearly white smile. You look around at them for a mere second before responding. 

“Sure! Yeah that sounds fun” 

“Right on, I think I saw a bar down the street we can go to” Jake claims as you all head to the doors behind the dressing rooms. 

Rain began to expel from the dark clouds above you as you all headed down the road. Cold air kisses your skin causing you to shiver slightly, you only had on black leather pants and a pink floral pattern blouse that you tied up a bit to expose part of your stomach. It was late, must have been almost midnight by now, the air was heavy with moisture and you could smell the rain soaked cement under your feet. 

“Are you cold?” Josh questions as he walks beside you, he startled you a bit. You smiled and looked at your arms, they were dotted with goosebumps. 

“Yeah kinda” you reply sheepishly. Josh instantly takes off the jean jacket he was wearing and handed it to you. Jake and the others were a few feet behind the two of you carrying on a conversation about the show. You reached out and accepted the jacket, Josh's gaze nonchalantly floated down your arm, his face fell when he noticed the deep scars that peppered across your skin near your wrists. You notice him looking at them before he brings his gaze back up to meet yours. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you quickly put the jacket on. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to stare” he says softly, looking down at the wet street. You knew by the tone in his voice he wasn't judging you. His look was filled with concern, not judgement.

“It's alright, people stare all the time” you responded 

“It doesn't bother me so much anymore, i'm used to it.” you added. Josh nods, a sad look still lingers on his gentle face. His jacket was warm, his scent filled your nose, it was comfortable and soothing, much like the rain that fell from the sky. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, you could tell he was thinking about something, he had that  thousand yard stare stuck in his eyes. You hadn't known Josh for long but it's not hard to tell when someone is enthralled in thought.

“How long have you been singing?” you ask, trying to pull him from whatever trance he was in. 

“A long time, most of my life really” he answers with a smile. Talking about his music clearly made him happy. He in turn asked you the same question. You laugh before responding. 

“Honestly I've only been singing for a few years….drumming is my real talent and I've been doing that for most of my life, coming up on 18 years” you explain. Josh’s expression shifted from a smile to a look of surprise.

“Wow that’s awesome , are you self taught?” he asks again. You nodded “my dad taught me a few things here and there more when I first started out but, mostly I've taught myself” you said. Josh chuckled with a nod.

“That is really cool” he replied, you could tell by the tone and instance of his voice that he was genuinely impressed. 

“Oo careful on the compliments you've never heard me play before, just because I've been playing for a long time doesn't mean i’m any good” you joke, Josh laughs, shakes his head and nudges your shoulder. 

“Well have to get you behind Danny's kit some time” he implores. Hearing him say that made you happy, it meant he wanted to see you again. 

“You guys did really good tonight, I cant believe I've never heard of you guys before really. It wasn't until my manager told me who I'd be playing with at the festival that I started looking into you guys.” you admit. 

“Thanks you did an excellent job too, i really loved that first song you sang, ‘salt is my sugar’ I really resonated with that one, truly felt it, there's a lot of emotion in your lyrics.

“This is it,” Sam announces opening the front door and holding it for everyone to walk in. the smell of smoke and dark liquor hang heavy in the air. An ACDC song played over the speakers. It wasn't very busy, there was an older man sitting at the bar, a couple younger people playing pool and a few others scattered in booths. It was a total dive bar, a hole in the wall, which was just your style. You all sat at the bar on squeaky worn out bar stools. 

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, perching himself up with his arms rested on the bar as a washrag sat, oh so typically, on his shoulder as he awaited your response. Jake looked at Josh with a raised brow giving him that ‘get a load of this guy’ look. 

“I'll have a beer,” Danny ordered. 

“Me as well please” Jake adds.

“Southern comfort and seven up for me please” you order next. 

“Hmm I'll have a long island iced tea” Sam says. You look at him holding back a chuckle Huh didn't take him for a long island iced tea kinda guy but to each their own. The bartender looked to josh. 

“Salty dog please” he requests.

“Put your IDs on the counter” the bartender instructs as he turns around to collect everyone's drinks. The five of you did as you were told and laid out your IDs. 

“So where are you guys headed now that the festival is over?” you asked playing with a stained, old coaster that sat in front of you. 

“We’re going back to Michigan for some well deserved time off” Josh responds. 

“For a little while anyways” he adds with a smile. 

“Hey I live in silver city!” you reply happily , silver city was a small town in Michigan closer to the upper peninsula. 

“Small world” you added. What are the chances the two of you lived within a few hours of each other and never met until the both of you played a festival in Los Angeles. 

You turn your attention to the combination of alcoholic drinks that the bartender set in front of you. Everyone reached for theirs offering quick cheers before taking a drink. The carbonation of the seven up burned against your throat before the alcohol sent the warming sensation through your chest and stomach. 

“Ah yum” you said, wincing from the sharpness of the alcohol. Jake laughed as he watched you.

“Not very convincing,” Sam says smiling. You laugh and take another drink. You watch Josh stir his drink lightly with the small straw it came with, he notices you looking. 

“Ever had a salty dog before?” he asks, hoping you say no. 

You simply shake your head in reply. He slides his drink closer to you. 

“We can share if you want, it's really good?” he offers. You look at the pink drink in front of you. 

“What's in it?” you ask. 

“It's just gin and grapefruit juice with a little salt around the rim,” he says. 

“Oh god that sounds horrible” you laugh.

“It's actually not that bad” Danny pipes up with a shrug.

“He made me try it a few weeks ago,” he adds. 

“Alright I'll take your word for it” you smile at Danny. You look back down at the drink. 

“I promise I didn't spike it” Josh chimes.  You laugh loudly, why would he even say that? 

“That's exactly what someone who spiked my drink would say” 

“But I guess I trust you guys” you add before taking a healthy sip of the beverage. 

“Hmm that's not bad!” conclude, it was much sweeter than you thought it would be, it kind of reminded you of orange juice and vodka. Josh nods with an I told you so sort of look on his face. 

“Here, try mine,” Sam says next, handing you his glass. 

“Alright you try mine too” you reply with a smile. Sam's slender fingers brush against yours as he grabs the drink from you , your eyes look to his and he winks. 

Oh god, I can't be attracted to two of them. Honestly, who were you kidding? You were insanely attracted to all of them, how were they ALL so cute and gorgeous? Not fair to the rest of man-kind. 

“Wow this one is super good!” you remark going in for another drink of the long island iced tea. 

“Yeah can you believe there's like 8 different alcohols in there? No tea at all” he laughs, you laughed with him. His laugh was sweet and light, like orange sparkling shards of glass dancing through the air. The five of you began talking about life and learning a lot about each other, ordering more drinks along the way. You could tell the mix of drinks was beginning to take effect on you, you felt warm and relaxed. You were standing next to Danny now, he towered over you, this man was truly a beast.the smell of his cologne wrapped around you. It was oaky and mossy with a hint of citrus, you couldn't help but feel an electrifying pull of attraction to him.

For fucks sake, you curse yourself.  

A few games of pool (which, it turns out Jake is like a God at pool) later you all found yourselves back at the bar carrying on more conversation, albeit more slurred now. It was much easier to open up to people when alcohol was involved. You rolled the sleeves of josh's jacked up, exposing your arms as the alcohol was making you extremely warm.

“What happened to you?” the bartender asks loudly. You and the guys all look at him with hints of confusion. 

“I got the worst concoction of my parents DNA possible” you joke , the boys laugh. Jake nudges your shoulder. 

“Shut up you're gorgeous” he says softly. You give him a quick smile. 

“No. Your arm. What happened to your arm.” the bartender says again, nodding to your scars. You hated when people asked that question, like they didn't know why you had those scars on your wrists. Very few things leave scars like that on skin. You looked around at the guys, josh looked pissed and the others looked saddened as this was the first time they had seen your scars, and they knew damn well what it was from, they weren’t as stupid as this bartender. The air of the bar had shifted, the mood went from fun loving to hostile very quickly. Fuck this guy.

“I got in a fight with a weed wacker” you retort sarcastically. The man rolls his eyes.

“What happened? Did your little boyfriend break up with you? Flunk a class? Your puppy ran away?” he was mocking you. You said nothing in return.

“You're just another one of those emotionally confused little girls, no reason to hate her life.” he continues. For some reason he was trying to upset you , and you had no idea why, you'd been nothing but pleasant to the man since the moment you entered the bar.

“First of all i'm not a girl, I'm a woman. Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning man? You're mad because you got all D’s in high school and now you're stuck serving losers like us in this shit hole, pretentious, sorry excuse of a bar? Go fuck yourself. I don’t hate my life.” you answer , anger pooling in your throat. 

“Hey man. Lay off.” Danny says with a look of warning. 

“Of course you don't hate your life” the man says ignoring Danny completely. 

“You just do it for attention, think if you slice yourself up maybe someone will feel bad for you huh? I've seen your kind before girl.” he speaks again. OK now this idiot was pissing you off. You never did it for attention, attention was the last thing you wanted, especially when it came to your scars, you wished you could erase them.

“Look, I've got three things to say to you,” you reply with an irritated sigh. You stood up from your stool and stepped closer to the man. 

“One” you say, holding up your pointer finger giving the illusion that you were going to list reasons of argument to him. Instead you ball your hand into a fist and punch the guy right in his fucking jaw with all your drunken might. To your surprise (and no doubt everyone else's) the bartender fell to the floor, you knocked him out.. Everyone was wide eyed and silent 

“Lets get outta here” Josh says, breaking the glistening silence in the bar, noticing everyone looking at the five of you. Jake grabbed a bottle of Jack before all of you ran out of the door. None of you could suppress your laughs as you took off down the street. Out of breath you all keeled over in a field of grass a few feet from the tour buses in a fit of laughter. You sat down on the wet grass and looked up at the clouds. Danny sat on your left and Sammy was on your right, Josh and Jake sat in front of you and you all formed a small little circle. 

“That felt good” you say softly, referring to punching that shit head of a bartender. Sam laughed.

“Yeah that was awesome, I can't believe you knocked him out” Jake chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. The air went silent again as you all sat with your own thoughts. Your face slowly lost emotion as thoughts of what the man said swirled around your mind. You tried not to let what people said to you about your scars get to you too much but it was hard sometimes. Danny noticed your expression and you felt his hand draw soft circles on your back.

“That guy was an idiot. He was just being an asshole” Josh said softly, you nodded, knowing he was right. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe you were just really that sad but a tear fell down your face and your voice cracked as you spoke. 

“I just feel so alone sometimes” you wiped the tears away as quickly as they fell. You could feel all of them watching you with sympathetic eyes.

“Everyone's got their vice (y/n)” Danny said quietly, his hand still grazing your back. 

Josh rolls his shirt sleeve up and reveals dozens of little horizontal scars covering his shoulder. He grabs your hand and you look up at him to meet his gaze. He stroked your hand with his thumb and gave you a comforting, gentle look. 

“You're not alone”

[letswritebangtan]

used | jeon jungkook

He looked so fine in his black leather jacket. It hugged his muscles and it laid on top of his plain white shirt, occasionally falling onto the toned skin of his stomach where his abs protruded. His tight black jeans hugged his small waist, the fabric ripped apart at the knees. His black boots knocked against the floor as he walked into the library, making all eyes turn to him, including yours. It was hard not to stare at this insanely handsome asshole you knew by the name of Jeon Jungkook. As much as you tried to convince yourself you didn’t like him, a small part of you craved the ‘bad boy’ part of him. 

When he turned his head to scan the area for empty seats, you quickly turned your attention back to your books. There was an empty seat next to you, and you were praying to god that he wouldn’t sit next to you. But then again, why would he? He was Jeon Jungkook, and you were just y/n. He probably didn’t know you existed, plus, he probably has his group of friends waiting for him to do a ‘group study’, which was probably just them making perverse jokes and talking really loudly. 

You had put some of your stuff on the table next to you, because the stupid education system decided that students needed tons of useless books that they had to carry around but literally almost never use them in class. You were just about to jot down something, when you heard and saw the chair next to you being pulled out. You looked up briefly, expecting it to be some other random student but Jeon Jungkook was no random student. 

“Hi,” he greeted, small smirk on his face. 

You stared at him blankly as he took a seat, pushing your stuff to one corner of the desk and placing his stuff right in front of him. 

“Mind if I sit?” he asked nonchalantly, taking a drink from his bottle of water. 

Of course he had one of those mineral water bottles. He was rich enough to spend a few bucks every day, and too lazy to commit to using one bottle. 

“What if I do mind?” you countered. 

He raised his eyebrows, amused at you. He gulped down the rest of his water and licked his lips, a sight to behold, and threw the bottle into the bin effortlessly. After making his shot, he turned to you, flicking his bangs out of his face. 

“Are you asking me to leave?”

You swallowed and looked at your books, not daring to look him in the eyes due to his intense gaze. 

“Not everyone wants you to stay,” you shrugged. 

Then you heard him laugh softly, making you spare him a glance. 

“You’re cute, y/n. Really cute,” he said boldly. 

You gaped at him slightly, an unbelievable expression on your face. 

“Okay first of all, don’t call me that. Second, how do you know my name? You haven’t been stalking me have you?”

“Me? Stalk you? Sweetheart, you aren’t invisible around here, you know?”

Sweetheart? You cringed at the use of his pet names. You knew he was only trying to sleep with you, it was what guys like Jeon Jungkook did. 

“Don’t call me that either. And what do you want from me? You’ve never acknowledged me for the three years I’ve been here, so why now?”

“Do I have to want something from you? I just want to enjoy your company, y/n.”

“Enjoy my company, huh? The girls you were with may have been incredibly stupid, but there are girls with some self-worth too, like me. So if you want nothing more than to sleep with me, that’s never going to happen, so I suggest you drop it,” you snapped. 

“Whoa, hey, calm down. It’s not fair if you jump to conclusions like that, honey,” he stated, raising his eyebrow in a challenging manner. 

“Are you saying I’m wrong?” you taunted him.

He inhaled, then licked his lips and sighed, “No, but-”

“That’s what I thought. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than be your bait or whatever,” you sighed, standing up and gathering your things. 

“y/n, wait, you didn’t even let me speak,” he tried to reason. 

“Bad news, Jungkook, I don’t really wanna hear you speak,” you shrugged, pretending to be sorry, and then walked out of the library.

That was yesterday, and today Jungkook caught you somewhere else, the cafeteria at lunch. You were eating your meal peacefully, and you were alone that day because your friend’s had classes around your lunchtime. He seemed to know when to catch you in the right place and at the right time. 

“It was buy one free one, so here you go,” he said handing you a juice box. 

You looked at him skeptically and then at the juice. 

“So you’re trying to lure me in with juice boxes?” you joked, still accepting the offer though. 

“You’re not declining, right?” he said smirking. 

“Only because I never decline a free juice box. Also, aren’t you going to sit with your friends? They don’t look too happy, especially that girlfriend of yours,” you asked him.

He glanced over at his usual table, where his friends and their girlfriends were chatting away. Jungkook had a girlfriend, Mira, and she wasn’t the friendliest person, let’s just put it that way. She didn’t mess with you or anything, but she just had this popular girl aura that you tried to stay away from. And you were pretty sure she was cheating on Jungkook but you decided not to burst his bubble with information that could be false. Mira was glancing over at you and Jungkook, with a not so pleased expression on her face. 

“Well I want to sit with you,” he shrugged. 

“Your girlfriend is going to kill me in my sleep if you don’t stop talking to me,” you said taking a sip from the juice box. 

He chuckled, “She’s harmless.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and he did the same in response, also sipping from his juice box. The two of you ate lunch together, and talked a lot more than you expected to. Jungkook really wasn’t what he played to be. He was actually smart, he was very knowledgeable, very understanding, also really funny. He started making faces out of nowhere that almost made you spit out your fruit juice. You haven’t had someone who made you laugh like that in years. The two of you liked the same music, so you talked about your favourite bands. He also told you about his dancing and singing which you adored because you love a talented man. It was close to the end of lunch, so you and Jungkook emptied your trays and got ready to head to class. 

“Where’s your class at?” he asked, shrugging on his backpack. 

“Um, fifth floor I think,” you said.

“I’ll walk you.”

“Wait, where’s your class?” you asked. 

“Ground floor, why?”

“You’re going to walk up five flights of stairs and all the way down for nothing?” you questioned him. 

“Well it’s not for nothing, it’s for you,” he said. 

“You don’t need to, you know. I can walk up myself, it’ll save you a cardiac arrest,” you said smiling. 

He laughed, “Well unlike you, babe, I’m fit. Five flights of stairs is nothing.”

You gasped, “Excuse me? What was that?”

Jungkook continued to laugh as you smacked his arm. 

“Such an asshole,” you grumbled. 

“Don’t worry, y/n, I could always carry you,” he teased, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

You blushed and started to focus on climbing the stairs. “Shut up.”

You were surprised at how close you had gotten with Jungkook within a span of a few hours. Everything people said about him, he proved wrong to you. He was a dorky teenager, who was also extremely hot but, he was still a child at heart. You spent the next few months hanging out with Jungkook. The two of you didn’t make plans or anything, you just ended up bumping into each other and Jungkook would drag you here and there and you found yourself enjoying his company. You spent almost all your free time with Jungkook. And if you weren’t with him, you were texting him. He had this really bad habit of texting you while he was in class. He could never shut up about how class as boring and how he really wants bubble tea right now and you’d just laugh at him. 

You really liked Jungkook, he was the one person you loved being around no matter what, and he felt the same way. One day when you were at your locker, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around, expecting it to be Jungkook but it was one of his friends instead. 

“Oh, hey Taehyung,” you said surprised. 

“Hey, y/n. Jungkook not with you today?” he asked as if it was normal for him to talk to you. 

You never spoke to Taehyung, not once in your life. He was one of Jungkook’s best friends, and he was also really good looking, they all are for some reason. 

“Um, he has English now, I’m meeting with him later. Why?” you replied. 

“Oh, cool. No, it’s just that I see you guys are really close all of a sudden. I was wondering what’s up with that,” he said, laughing slightly to get rid of the awkwardness. 

“Oh yeah, I mean, he’s a really nice guy and we just clicked I guess,” you shrugged, smiling softly. 

“Yeah, I can see that. You two look almost inseparable. But uh, look I’ll be honest with you, the real reason I came here was to give you a word of advice,” he said, looking at you worriedly. 

You frowned, “Advice on what?”

“Don’t buy it, y/n. Whatever Jungkook’s doing, it’s not real. He’s faking it,” he said. 

You scoffed, “What are you talking about?”

“He’s using you, y/n. He wants to make Mira jealous, they’ve been a little bit distant these past few months and he wanted to make her realise what she was missing. He doesn’t actually like you-”

“Taehyung,” you snapped. 

He looked at you, eyes slightly wide. “Yes?”

“I really don’t want to hear this right now, please. If Jungkook has something to tell me, he will. I trust him, he wouldn’t do something like this-”

“Well how would you know, y/n? You’ve known him for like what? Two months? I’ve known him seven years, and I know what’s going on between him and Mira. I’m telling you because you don’t deserve to be caught in the middle of their relationship. I want you to know the truth, y/n. Jungkook isn’t really your friend, he doesn’t have a crush on you, he probably uses all these pet names on you doesn’t he? He does that with everyone, y/n. Remember that time at lunch when Mira was glancing over at you two? He didn’t seem to mind, did he? He was happy she was glancing, he wanted her to look and you know that, y/n. You just don’t want to believe it,” Taehyung explained. 

It was all too much for you. You really believed that you and Jungkook had something, you thought that the two of you clicked. You didn’t expect him to love you back or anything, but you believed that he was your friend at least. It broke your heart to know that all the time you spent together was filled with lies.

“I just felt like you needed to know,” Taehyung sighed. 

You nodded, looking away. “Alright,” you whispered. 

You shut your locker and began walking to class. You still didn’t want to believe it, you really felt like Jungkook and you had something. So you decided to do something extremely stupid: play along. He was going to hurt you, and you knew that. The more time you spent with him the more you were going to fall in love with him and you knew that. If what Taehyung said was true, and Jungkook eventually left you used and broken for Mira you’d be crushed and you knew that. But you still went on with it. because u dumb im jk ur amazing <3

You entered the classroom and saw Jungkook sitting at your usual seats, his bag on your chair, reserving a spot for you. You sat down next to him and he smiled, tugging on a strand of your hair softly. 

“Hey, you look nice today. You curled your hair?” he asked. 

You faked a smile at him, “Yeah, I thought I’d try something new this morning. Does it suit me?”

“It does, it really does,” he agreed nodding. 

Class began and as much as you tried to make things seem normal between the two of you, it was hard. Weeks passed and Jungkook didn’t really suspect anything. He did at first, asking why you were slightly gloomier than usual and you lied, telling him it was the time of the month and he immediately understood. But that excuse could only go so far as a week. The two of you were walking back to campus after having lunch together like you usually do, and Jungkook was talking about how he never used training wheels in his life. 

“I just used my legs and off I went. Everyone was so shook, I felt so proud of myself,” he said laughing slightly.

Jungkook noticed that you were daydreaming and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“You okay, babe?” he asked. 

You looked at his slightly phased but then shrugged it off. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. And uh, you really shouldn’t call me that,” you said. 

He frowned, “Why not? I thought you were okay with it?”

“You have a girlfriend, Jungkook,” you reminded him. 

He sighed and looked away, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

You frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Just then, Jungkook stopped in his tracks, making you stop with him. He saw Mira with another guy, the guy you figured she was cheating on Jungkook with. So you were right after all. She was being very flirtatious, and it was so obvious you cringed hard at the sight. She leaned forward to whisper something into the guy’s ear, and you felt Jungkook tense next to you. 

You looked at him to see that he was poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 

“Come on, Jungkook, let’s go,” you sighed, pulling at his arm. 

He refused to move, and just as you were about to tug again, Mira turned to face the two of you. Her eyes widened in amusement, and she whispered something to the guy before swaying on over. Just as she was halfway to the two of you, Jungkook reacted quickly. He grabbed your waist and tugged your body to his and smashed his lips onto yours forcefully. You gasped in surprise, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in. Kissing Jungkook felt so, so good. But you realised what he was doing. He was using you. He really was using you. 

In a flash, you pushed him off you harshly and swung your right hand until your palm hit him hard on the cheek resounding in a loud smack. Jungkook stumbled backwards, shocked as he clutched onto his left cheek. Your eyes started tearing and soon you were crying in front of him. You felt pathetic, sad, made use of, just like some rusty tool in an old box in the garage. 

“How dare you,” you spat. 

Mira was long gone by now, scampering off to her new boyfriend, you assumed. Jungkook tried to step forward but you only moved back. 

“y/n, I-I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t thinking, I’m so sorry-”

“Taehyung was right, oh, he was so right,” you snapped angrily, still crying. 

“I never should have trusted you. I knew, I knew the moment you sat next to me in that stupid old library that all of this was a lie.”

Jungkook’s face held so many expressions, guilt, sadness, regret. He felt so angry at himself, he knew this was a stupid thing to do and yet he did it, and he hurt you in the process. 

“y/n, no, that’s not true. Listen to me, please,” he begged. 

“I’m never talking to you again-I never want to see you again,” you muttered. 

“Fuck, no, y/n don’t-don’t end this, I made a really stupid mistake and I can’t let you go because of it,” he pleaded.

“You don’t really have a choice,” you huffed before turning on your heel and storming off. 

Jungkook was ready to chase after you but he felt a pair of hands pushing him back. 

“Don’t,” Taehyung said sternly. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook tried to protest. 

“She needs space. You hurt her real bad and the least you can do is give her some time for herself.”

Jungkook took his elder’s advice, and decided to do the right thing for once. The next few days, you didn’t show up for class because you felt terrible. You had a really bad headache, and you felt constantly tired. When you felt a little better, you were like the flash, zooming in and out of campus, making sure no one noticed you. It wasn’t for long before you ran into Jungkook, or more like he purposely went to see you.

“I have to tell you the truth, y/n,” he persisted, holding onto your wrist so you wouldn’t leave. 

“Jungkook, if you don’t let me go this instant, I will scream my lungs out, I really will,” you threatened. 

Jungkook hesitantly let your arm go, and you immediately walked off. 

It happened many times, but he never stopped trying to convince you. 

“I’m just going to keep coming back, so you might as well hear what I have to say,” he huffed.

“You won’t. One day you’ll stop and you’ll realise how much of a selfish prick you were, and then you’ll give up on me and you’ll move on to some other whore and you’ll probably make use of her too, because that’s all you ever do, right?”

“y/n,” he snapped, slightly angry now. 

“I don’t know if you’ve experienced it before Jungkook, and honestly I really hope you haven’t, but it really hurts when the person that you love, hurts you. Especially in the way that you did.”

Jungkook looked at you, regret in his gaze. He knew he had to do something much more than just walk up to you and get you to stay. For the next few days, you didn’t see Jungkook anywhere. You were kind of upset, because you thought he’d still fight for you. smh girls r so confusing

Then on a Friday evening, when you had just gotten home and showered and prepared the sofa with blankets and pillows and you had netflix on, you heard the door bell ring. You answered it quickly, wanting to get rid of the person who was disturbing your movie night, but then you saw Jungkook. 

He was holding a big bag of mcdonald’s which smelt amazing, and in the other hand a small but really pretty bouquet of flowers. You raised your eyebrow in amusement at his selection of gifts. 

“Don’t chase me off this time, please y/n. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t care about you, I don’t want to throw away the best two months I’ve ever had. Please?” he begged.

You sighed and nodded, it was about time you heard what he had to say. 

“Um, these are for you, by the way,” he said sheepishly. 

You took them from him and then kicked the door open with your foot. 

“Come inside,” you said, surprising him. 

He fumbled with his shoes, kicking them off and then entering your home. He closed the door quietly and took a look around. You put the food and the flowers on the table, and then sat down on the couch. 

He bit his lip and cleared his throat. “M-may I?” he asked, pointing to the sofa. 

You nodded in approval and Jungkook sat down, careful to maintain some space between the two of you, but sitting close enough to be able to put his message across in a way that you could hopefully feel and sense his regret.

“I know what I did was messed up,” he started. “And that was a really shitty thing to do. I shouldn’t have done that, I was selfish and angry and I was not thinking straight,” he firmly stated, clasping his hands together and pressed them against his knee. 

“But my intention was never to use you. I swear, I really liked you from the beginning, y/n,” he said sincerely, looking into your eyes. 

“Mira was....well in all honestly, she was a bitch. And I was stupid to ever go out with her. I knew she was cheating on me, and I didn’t feel as hurt as I thought I would, because I kinda saw it coming. And that’s when I saw you, y/n. The first time I saw you, was during math. The teacher praised you for being the intellectual person that you are, it’s one of the things I love about you. That was when I noticed this quiet, shy and beautiful girl in my math class. Before I knew it I was falling for you, y/n. You had no idea how much courage it took me to come and sit next to you in the library. I was really worried you wouldn’t like me, and you didn’t,” he paused to let out a small breathy laugh. 

“But I knew I had to make you see the real me, and I was thrilled to find out that you did actually like spending time with me. The whole two months with you was like....some sort of fantasy, I know it sounds cheesy but it’s true. I forgot about everything else, I forgot about Mira, because all that mattered to me was you. When I saw her the other day I, I wasn’t jealous, y/n. I was just pissed. I was angry that she could just do whatever she wanted and could get away with it. So I let my anger take over me and I kissed you to make her have a taste of her own medicine. But that was dumb, I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking, heck, I shouldn’t have done anything except walk away.”

Jungkook slowly reached over and took your hand in his, and you relaxed, and you let him. 

“I know I can’t turn back time and change anything, as much as I wanted our first kiss to be special, but I would really love to redo it. I-If you would too?” he asked hopefully. 

You stared at him for a while, as he nervously bit his lip. 

Then you exhaled, and finally spoke.

“Yeah, I guess you were an asshole, but, you coming over here with food enough for two and a bunch of my favourite flowers, and you professing your undying love for me,” you teased, making him smile. 

“I guess I could forgive you,” you hummed.

Jungkook cupped your cheek and leaned closer, smiling. 

“You could?” he asked.

“I will,” you said breathily before your lips met his. 

This time, the kiss felt right. Everything about Jungkook felt right. At that moment when his fingers were grasping your waist and your hands were tangled in his hair and your tongues were caressing each other, all of it felt just right, more right that anything with him had ever been. 

[hayjeon]

For my hardworking, talented, gorgeous, loyal, and so incredibly generous follower @skytaehyung52! 💕

A/n: so sorry for the format...I typed this and uploaded on my phone.

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Jimin has always considered himself quite the gentleman.

For starters, he's been taught as a young boy to always be straightforward and honest. To hold doors for ladies and to pay for the bill. He respects their space and never ever crosses any boundaries unless given full consent. He compliments you and never says dumb comments about your hair or your weight, just like his sister once taught him.

But with you, all those habits and inhibitions change.

Now, he doesn't hold the door because you can't do it yourself or whatever, but he wants so badly to see that little smile you say when you mumble "thanks," to him.

He's honest with you when you walk out of your bedroom to ask him whether the dress makes you look like you have big calves. He always replies with, "you look gorgeous" because it's the truth.

He often "forgets" to charge you for the electricity bills because he sees how hard you've been working these days to pay off your student loans. It would ruin his day to see you cry or stressed out.

He respects your space because he loves those moments when it'll be late at night and during a movie you'll doze off and your head will fall right into the crook of his shoulder and you'll curl your knees up onto his lap like a little kitten. And he didn't do anything, and knows that you do so because you trust him.

And everyone in the entire world can clearly see he is head over heels for you, pining after you with googly eyes every second you turn your back on him. His friends who are coincidently his neighbors always shake their heads at how oblivious you are to his affection, even snickering behind their hands at Jimins attempts to conceal his affection for you.

It all started when after years of not seeing him after graduation, you ran into Jimin at a reunion during a financial crisis. Yoongi had just moved out to his own place down the street so that his parents could move in, the ever so respectful and thoughtful son, and Jimin was looking for someone to fill in the spot. He'd gotten too accustomed to just living with a roommate that he didn't even have enough stuff of his own to fill in the extra room.

So after a few drinks, he'd offered it to you out of his good graces and with blushing cheeks and ashamed smiles you'd denied him, politely declining because it would be taboo for you to live with another man who wasn't your partner.

But after weeks of watching your bank account dwindle and desperately looking for someone who was able to understand your inability to pay them a huge down payment, you'd sheepishly called up Jimin and within a week, were moving your boxes into his gorgeous place.

As a dance instructor and at-home website designer, Jimin had created for himself quite the life. And you were just so absolutely grateful to be sharing it with him out of his generosity.

Not that it was just his money that was so convenient. You weren't like that. Jimin was exactly the roommate you'd been wishing for. Kind, respectful, generous, understanding, fun, spontaneous, and so absolutely, stunningly gorgeous....

He was so handsome and your friends would often raise their brows when he offered to pick you up or drop you off somewhere. He was always getting asked out on when you two went places to eat or even run errands! No one could deny that your housemate was a great catch. You felt so comfortable wth him and so safe when he would let you sleep on him at night, snuggled up in front of some movie. He was just so perfect.

You were walking home from work one afternoon when he texts you: "Are you North and 7th?"

You squint at the street signs and eyes widen as you respond. "Yes!" Looking up, you swivel your head round until you can spot his black car making a U-turn and making its way towards your figure on the sidewalk.

Giggling, you run up to him and get in the seat. "How'd you know it was me?!" You gasp, putting on your seatbelt as he merges into the street.

He grins at you, smiling as he takes the familiar route home. "I knew I saw that white skirt somewhere. Is that the one I bought you for your birthday last year?"

You smile down at it, it was your favorite. Smoothing it down, you twist to show him your combo with your cute blouse you bought a few months ago. "Yea! How do you like how it looks with the shirt? Doesn't make me look, you know, too big?"

Jimin smiles, not even looking at you. "You're gorgeous in it."

You roll your eyes and laugh, settling back into the seats. "You didn't even look."

He smiles over at you now, laughing and crinkling his eyes at you in the way that makes your heart skip a beat. "I know. Anyways, you ready for a good movie night for the weekend? It'll be a good pick-me-up after what happened with the 4th graders this week."

You groan, slumping. "Yea, God, I'm so relieved it's finally over. I can't believe they were cheating in a group like that!! Unbelievable."

He shrugs, as he makes a turn. "You know, 4th graders. We all did that. Cheat, steal, whatever."

You groan, playing with your fingers. "Yea, I know, it's just....I hate feeling like it's my fault you know? I just love them so much and want them to know what's right and wrong for them. It's crucial for them and I want them to grow into righteous and respectful men. You know, Jimin, like you!"

He turns into the parking spot and gets out of the car. Walking over and opening your door for you, he leans in, smiling gently down at you. "Y/n," he murmurs, "you know I didn't end up like this because I grew up perfect. I learned after getting caught and getting punished every single time. By my teachers, my mom, my Hyungs...just give them some time. I'm so sure that you loved them the best you could and they're internalizing whatever you say even when it doesn't feel like it." He reaches over and helps you out, pulling you into a strong hug that makes you feel so grounded.

You sigh and reciprocate, closing your eyes as you just melt into Jimin...the smell and the feeling and the security of your best friend and roommate.

You feel like you're about to doze off when you hear a shout. "Hey! Ew!"

You groan and detach from Jimin as you both turn towards Taehyung who's also on his way back from work. He lives next door. "Lovebirds!" He shouts across the parking garage, walking over, "will ya stop coddling? It's movie night, we gotta get moving!"

You roll your eyes and grab your purse and slam the door shut. Jimin just chuckles and grabs your tote full of essays and assignments to grade, locking the car on your way to the elevator. "Taehyung, literally there's nothing to prepare other than ordering pizza and waiting for everyone to get here."

He undoes his tie, impatiently staring at the numbers on the elevator screen go up. "Yea, well everyone is always fashionably late and you guys always do this stupid 5 seconds of 'Oh my god, you're here, I love you' and it's really annoying because I can't hear the movie!" He snaps sarcastically, and you roll your eyes and punch his arm, as he sticks his tongue out to you in retaliation.

Like you said, preparing for the movie wasn't even that hard, all you had to do was lounge on the couch and call for pizza, while Jimin offered to vacuum the carpet and forced Taehyung to go pick up the movie and some microwaveable popcorn.

One by one the boys filter in. There’s Yoongi from across the street, Namjoon who works with Yoongi, Hoseok who is Jimin’s co-leader of the dance studio, Jungkook who used to be a student of Jimin’s but is now the head photographer and videographer for the dance studio, and Seokjin who was a friend from college as well. They greet each other with mumbles and slaps on backs and collapse on the couch, as you come in and greet them with a huge bowl of popcorn and some cold drinks.

The Avengers begins playing on the screen, and Taehyung dims the lights as you snuggle next to Jimin on the loveseat. The younger boys are sprawled on the carpet and other scattered on the rug and the other couches. He’s so warm, and his arm is conveniently thrown over the back of the seat, so you curl your knees into your chest and sit right in that crevice without saying anything.

Jimin sort of wants to kill himself when you curl into his shoulder like that and half wants to kick everyone out right now so he can cuddle you properly, but just sighs and stays still as you get comfortable. He sees Taehyung turn his head and meets the boy’s eyes, rolling his eyes when Taehyung makes a suggestive raise of his eyebrows at the both of you. You’re oblivious, thankfully, but Taehyung is a horrible secret-keeper and is definitely not subtle in his actions nor his implications.

Hoseok hears the snickering and turns around to glance at the both of you. Clearing his throat after exchanging some looks with Taehyung, he announces, “I want some beer.”

You might have been dozing because it takes you a bit of time before you answer him with a start. “Oh shoot, we only have one can left.”

Immediately, Taehyung and Jungkook perk up. “Wait, I want one too.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Oh wow, you ignore the sodas in the fridge and now you choose to want some beer?”

Jungkook sticks his tongue out at Jimin, “Well, now I want beer.” Turning to you he pouts, bringing out the puppy dog eyes. “Noona, do you mind?”

You smile at him, shaking your head. “I’ve watched Avengers before. I’ll go to the corner market and see if they have more.”

You throw off the blanket, and put on your slippers, padding over to the door. Immediately, Jimin perks up and follows suit, slipping on his jacket and mumbling, “I’ll walk her.”

He can still hear the snickering when he slams the door shut behind him. Grumbling, he follows you as you scurry down to the elevator and hold the door open for him, rubbing your arms as you jump back and forth on your toes. Sighing, he wraps his jacket around you, returning your thankful smile as you both step out into the cold chilly night air.

The walk to the corner store is silent, the both of you hurrying and breathing harshly into the air as you scramble to grab the beer and pay for it. But Jimin hangs back a bit to look at the produce and the prices for today when he hears commotion outside. Realizing you’d left without him, he runs out of the store to see you looking incredibly scared as two smoking men, clearly drunk, start asking you questions while running dirty looks up and down your body.

You’re only wearing light pajamas, so his jacket thrown over your shoulders and the box of beer you have in your hands is the only thing that shades the outlines of your arms. The men are badgering you to share some beer with them.

Immediately, Jimin steps up and grabs you by the waist, pulling you close and giving the two men a glare that has them bristling. They’re clearly too drunk to understand what’s going on. But one of them gruffly counters, “Who the hell are you?”

Jimin glares. “Back off man, she’s my girlfriend.”

The guys friend immediately stands up to Jimin, glaring with an unsteady gaze. “Well shit man, we don’t want any trouble.”

At his friend’s surrender the first guy stands up again. “No, fuck off. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Jimin pushes you behind him and clenches his fist. “Leave right now or I’ll call the cops. You’re messing with the wrong guy.”

The guy’s friend is a bit more sober and sheepishly mumbles an apology before lugging his friend off in the opposite direction. The drunk man still yells out garbled threats and glances back a few times in your direction before submitting to his friend and walking away. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks as soon as they’re out of sight.

He feels all the tension leave your figure as you slump against him and turn to throw your arms around his neck. “Oh my god, thank god you’re here.”

He chuckles and presses you close, holding you until you stop shivering and shaking from the fear and cold. Once you calm down, he whispers gently. “You okay?”

Your voice is muffled in his chest, “Yeah.” You don’t move though. So he just grins and rests his chin on top of your head. 

After a few moments, you finally mumble, “Did you mean that?” 

“Hm?” He hums against your temple. 

You unfurl your arms from his neck and crane your neck back to look at him. “Why did you say that I was your girlfriend?” 

Jimin’s hands tighten around your waist. “Uh, just to fight them off?” 

You look up at him with confusion. “You could’ve said that I was anything but. Like, your sister, your coworker, your roommate?” Jimin’s eyes dart everywhere but your own, and his voice becomes unsteady. 

“Um, well, uh, if I said any of those things, it wouldn’t had made any sense why I was protecting you...?” The statement ends with a quip, turning into a question that you can’t even answer. 

You’re about to counter the argument when you hear Hoseok. “Hey, guys!” You detach from Jimin, turning to the voice as you see Hoseok jogging down the road towards the both of you. “You alright?” 

JImin answers quickly, “Yeah man, ran into some jerks who were trying to hit on Y/N. What’s up?” 

Hoseok frowns. “You guys were taking so long we got worried something might’ve happened.” 

You sigh, turning in the direction of your home. “Nothing happened, lets go.”

You don’t snuggle with him, Jimin notices. 

You sit on the far opposite side of the couch, letting out disinterested and disengaged sounds at the plot that unfolds before you. Which is odd, because you were always laughing at the jokes or gawking at action scenes or even squealing at Captain America’s abs. You weren’t a quiet movie-watcher. You just sit there and drink your beer, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that one by one the cans collect at your side. 

And even when the boys end up falling asleep on the couch or the rug, you still don’t move from your curled up spot on the other side of the couch, and Jimin sighs as he gets up to grab a few blankets from his room. 

He’s gathering them from the top of his closet when he hears your voice in his door. 

“Jimin, I--” 

He turns, and sees you standing by his doorway, arms crossed in front of your stomach and his jacket looking adorably big on your figure. 

“--I just wanted to ask you, would you--” You hesitate again, toeing at the carpet. “Would you ever...?” 

He walks up to you, trying to meet your eyes. “Would I ever what?” 

You blink up at him, cheeks red from the buzz and eyes bleary. With alcohol courage, you blurt out, “Would you ever want me to be your girlfriend?” 

Jimin drops the blankets. “What?” 

You lean heavily against the door frame. “I said, would you ever want me to be your girlfriend?” 

He blinks at you. “Y/N, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.” 

You shake him off, “No, I want to hear an answer!” 

He sighs at you, and almost dies because your cheeks are so adorably red and your lips are pouting in the way that makes him want to kiss you. “Yes, dear, I would. I always have. Now let’s get you to bed.” 

You curl into his warmth when he tries maneuvering you to your room, and so he gives up and lets you lay on his bed, smoothing back your hair and tucking the covers tightly around you. He finishes putting blankets over everyone and comes back to see you still awake in his bed. 

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” He questions, smiling down at you. 

You blush, “I hope you mean that Park Jimin.” 

He laughs, crawling into the covers with you and pulling you into his arms. “I don’t know if you’ll remember this. Maybe that’s why I’m being so brave.” 

You mumble, “I’m gonna remember.” 

He laughs, the low rumbles lulling you to sleep. “I really really like you.” 

His heart beats faster and his breath catches in his throat. “Yeah?” 

Your voice is now low and heavy, mumbles being breathed into his chest. “Yeah, a lot.” 

He smiles down at you. He wishes to any god that exists that you would remember exactly what you said tomorrow morning. “Me too, Y/N, me too.” 

Your arms curl tighter around him in response. 

Taehyung whispers, “Do you think they’re doing it--Ow!” 

Yoongi hisses, “Shut up, I can’t hear! And get your mind out of the gutter.” 

Taehyung rubs his hip, where Yoongi kicked him. “Hey, this was my idea okay?” 

“I hope my friends got home okay. They said they were scared shitless by Jimin. Almost broke character.” Jungkook mumbles, staring at his phone screen. 

Namjoon groans from the coach. “Guys, this is definitely a secret from Jimin ok? If he finds out, we’re all dead.” 

Hoseok agrees, “Yeah, he looked like he was about to kill someone at the store. That might be us if word gets out. Don’t say anything!” 

The room was filled with silence again. 

“Hey why are you looking at me? I won’t say anything!” Taehyung barks a bit too loudly, and everyone sushes him. Suddenly, they all turn at the sound of someone opening a door. 

Jimin stands in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed at his friends. His fist was clenched and Yoongi swears he heard Jungkook whimper a little.

“What did you say Taehyung?” 

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Music,Racial Equality, Growth and Reflection

I, personally believe 20-19 was a big year in music for the UK. Dave released a breakthrough debut album - better than I’ve heard in years. Not only this but Lewis Capaldi released an unbelievably good album as well. Given their age, the maturity of their music is quite astonishing. I’d have to go back to Ed Sheeran (+) to remind myself of a moment that my head last turned in that way. Don’t get me wrong. There have been other artists. There have been others that have come and gone, but for me, they didn’t have that something, they weren’t relatable in the same way.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I’m a massive audiophile. Not just an audiophile, the music is the easier part. The lyrics, the music, the amalgamation of the two. What I mean is, I love music. Things can be said in music that you cannot say in real life or you cannot just communicate Music does something extra for me. Communication has always been a weakness of mine, especially verbally. When it comes to writing things down, that’s a different kettle of fish. You can slow things down and think about what you really want to say. But I’m not really a big talker. I’m a big thinker, but talking isn’t really for me. It doesn’t always help me as such. This is probably why music is such a great thing. Listening to Dave’s new album is absolutely the essence of what music is about. 

Really, theoretically being a white man from a small northern English town, I should find it difficult to relate to a guy from Streatham in London. But that’s not what the album is about. As Dave himself has explained, its about educating. To give some context to the situation. Growing up, I probably had met and spoken to around 5 non-white British people in my life before I moved to Birmingham to Study Chemistry in 2012. I then spent 4 years living in Birmingham City Center. I am not sure of the exact facts, but Birmingham is one of the most ethnically diverse cities in the UK. So it goes without saying that the experience opened my eyes to the naivety that I had. Then, after graduating in 2016 and moving to Dudley, moved to one of the poorest areas of the country and the most deprived. It was clear how poverty breeds violence. Obviously every experience in life opens your eyes more to what is happening. Even now, travelling back into Birmingham, you see the city rising higher. But then you return to Dudley and its the same. Now, living in Evesham, an affluent area of Worcestershire, I am living on one of the most deprived streets in the town but in one of the nicest houses on that street. It’s a complete paradox. You walk down the road and there are mansions. Grand old terraces and on this council road, there are people that cant afford curtains to shut out the light. It’s crazy to think this can be allowed to happen. Yet our taxes continue to fund wars in Syria.

So, coming from a more educated position already, I feel more prepared to listen to this music. Dave has come in for a lot of criticism, especially for his song ‘Black’. The song describes his experience of being black. It starts: ‘Black is beautiful, Black is excellent’. He goes on to claim ‘you’ve got to do double what they do so you can level them’. It has been claimed that the song is inherently racist. However, I tend to disagree. The opinion is based on his life experiences. From my life, I can relate and say its quite true (in certain circumstances). Despite not being of that skin, colour. Knowing people and seeing circumstances, I can still relate. And when you are treated differently for no fault of your own, I see no reason why he shouldn’t have the right to say ‘you know what, this is how I feel’. If you don’t allow that or give them a platform, how can we give a platform to any of the outcasts of society. 

Dave as a person, has clearly gone through some difficult times. His Dad left his family when he was young and both of his brothers ended up in prison at times. His eldest brother who he describes as his ‘hero’ ended up getting a life sentence for affiliation with murder. Several of his songs reference this and try to educate how this could come to be, even suggesting that anyone could end up on the same path, depending on their upbringing and their circumstances. There is obviously controversy around reasoning with murder but that’s coming from a place of not understanding and that is his point in the whole song. He says, he doesn’t speak to his brother, he just prays for him. He thinks everyone deserves a second chance. Which I tend to agree with, given that they are remorseful for their actions.

One of the most incredible songs on the album is a song called Lesley. An 11 minute track (6 verses) about domestic violence and male manipulation. And the incredible story ends in the tragic loss of an unborn child. The story telling skills are quite unbelievable, a story told through music in a better way than I may have ever heard before.

The whole album is based on a psychotherapy session, where prisoners attempt rehabilitation through reliving events of their past, trying to understand their emotions. The first song, Psycho, is the start of a therapy session. The final track, Drama ends in a summary of his feelings about the album and the final, closing part of the song, controversially features his incarcerated brother, speaking from prison. He recites a story from the bible. 

'Jesse made seven of his sons pass before Samuel, but Samuel said to him,

"The Lord has not chosen these."

So he asked Jesse, "Are these all the sons you have?"

"There is still the youngest, " Jesse answered, "but he's tending the sheep."

Samuel said, "Send for him, we will not sit down to eat until he arrives."

So he sent and had him brought in. He was ruddy

With a fine appearance and handsome features

And then the Lord said, "Rise and anoint him, he's the one.’

If I understand correctly, this means Dave is the chosen one. His brother recognising his wrong-doing. A fitting way to end the album. 

I haven’t listened to such a good album in a very, very long time. Surely a guy with this much talent will be around for a very, very long time. We already know our society is ingrained with racism. Promoting people with a good heart that speak for their people and explain their circumstances and try to educate rather than preach and shout, for me is a massive step.

If you haven’t listened to his album in full, you need to. Really, its a masterpiece.

https://open.spotify.com/album/4GrFuXwRmEBJec22p58fsD