#absolute BEST part of this was definitely making that last gif. I had to watch it so many times making this post and it STILL gets me.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Elim Garak: fucking around vs finding out

[justmeinatree]

09 - Made Of Something New : USA

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 6k

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GIF : @horansqueen

April 23 (next year) - Las Vegas, USA

when niall approached mully, asking him if he wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, the last thing niall was expecting was vegas. but here he is, in a way too crowded hotel bar, sitting in the back corner with mully and a few other lads, drinking way too many beers.

mully’s idea of “distract niall” was going great so far, thanks to an abundance of alcohol. and strippers. the best thing he could think of really. 

but, niall would have definitely preferred something quiet. something where he could try to sort himself out. things at home were bad again. 

after that fateful night in dublin, 13 months ago now, niall woke up feeling refreshed. having the opportunity to finally let out everything he’s held in, was incredible. he felt lighter, felt peppier. 

so he did the one thing mully desperately begged him not to do, and that’s to simply go back home as if none of this had happened. as if this feeling was going to last forever. as if the fog of drug you seemed to induce was forever lifted and he could be happily living his life again. mully laughed. shook his head. and watched him go off to the actual biggest mistake of his life.

but with time, especially when they hit around christmas break again, everything took a severe turn. and now, months after things went bad again, he was desperate. beyond incredibly desperate for some semblance of good. vegas apparently is the answer to that one.

and since the universe enjoys dangling temptation in his face, niall spots a very familiar frame standing at the bar. his entire body goes rigid, eyes locked, on whom he knows for absolute fact, is you, with a tall man.

mully notices the change in niall, eyes floating over in the general direction that niall seems to be locked in, when he spots you, “hey, s’tha-“

“shhh,” niall cuts him off instantly, watching the interaction you’re having very attentively. he watches you shoulder bump the man, his arm slinking around your neck in a quick squeeze. 

“niall,” mully tries again, getting nothing more than a head bob from his friend, letting him know that he’s paying attention, but absolutely not taking his eyes off of you. 

mully sighs, shaking his head, “if this isn’t a fuckin sign, i dont know what is.”

“she’s with a fuckin man, mully,” niall snaps, unable to take his eyes away.

christ, he is so fucking daft, mully thinks to himself. “mate, you have no idea who that is. you wanted to get away, you were searching for something good. i said vegas, vegas of all fuckin places. where there’s thousands of fuckin bars, and she’s here. aren’t you the one who told me that you’d inevitably bump into each other again ? looks like you’re standing in it.”

“she’s with someone,” niall groans, biting his lip. “besides, what am i supposed to say ? i was a real fuckin prick, please fix me again ? christ mully, she’s not as daft as you seem to think i am.”

mully laughs loudly at that, “no, i know you’re as daft as i make you out to be. you’re too fuckin blind to see it. but yes, if she’s everything you’ve made her out to be, you need to talk to her. for real. not just a cryptic break up in the middle of a fucking bar. at the very least, please just talk to her mate. for everyone’s sanity, including your own, give her some credit.”

niall watches attentively as you find a table with the mystery man on your heel, holding drinks and shots, settling yourselves at the chosen empty table.

and niall keeps watch, trying to figure out how you’re both interacting with each other. he reaches over for mully’s beer, gulping it down, as his is long finished. 

mully gives him a questioning look as niall gets up suddenly, ignoring whatever the lads were saying, beelining for your table. he couldn’t miss the opportunity, now that the man had walked off to the bar, leaving you alone at your table.

you never saw him approaching. had no idea he was here. but a shiver ran through your spine as his hand settles on the back of the wooden chair beside you, fingers tapping. “‘s this seat taken ?”

you didn’t have to look up to know it was him. you’d recognize his hand anywhere. as weird as it may sound, this exact moment happened in vancouver, and you can still vividly picture his hand from the fateful night almost 2 years ago.

you’d recognize his voice anywhere too. it was ingrained on your brain, making your heart beat rapidly through your chest at the sound of it in such close proximity. you’d recognize his smell anywhere as well. it was so fucking comforting. it was so fucking niall. fuck. he was right here.

you chance looking up at him, eyes locked with his own, as you delicately shake your head, “s’not taken.”

niall bites his lip, hard enough to draw a bit of blood, metallic taste sitting uncomfortably on his tongue. he’s looking at you, and your eyes are looking right back, and for the second time in his life, it’s not happiness looking back. and fuck, if he didn’t feel guilty before, he sure as fuck does now.

“petal,” niall whispers, fingers reaching out to softly run over your arm. his hand recoils into a tight fist, eyes shut, because fuck he hasn’t felt you in over a year. that familiar shock of warmth and softness and comfort and electricity ran through his fingertips, shooting to squeeze at his heart.

as his eyes blink open, he finds you looking back at him, the same pain mirrored in both your eyes. niall takes a deep breath, in search for some sort of grounding, when his vision falls to your chest. 

you can tell immediately that he’s noticed. his eyes are wide, chest beating rapidly, air seemingly knocked out of him, as he processes the small rose charm hanging from the delicate chain on your neck.

“you’re still wearing it,” he murmurs, struggling to find a breath, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch the charm he remembers so vividly. 

“v’never taken it off,” you reply just as quietly, biting on your lip, blushing, as you admit that to him. “never had the heart to.”

“fuck,” niall breathes, shaking his head, “can we go somewhere and talk ?” he sees the hesitation in your eyes, and really, he cannot blame you. could not be mad if you chose to walk away without so much as a second thought. but he needed to try. “please, petal, really need to explain,” he adds. “unless,” he mumbles, nodding towards the seemingly forgotten seat in front of you.

“no, no,” you shake your head. “s’my brother. his fiancé was joining us soon. they’re getting married tomorrow, the whole dinky tacky elvis chapel wedding thing,” you explain, knowing exactly what the scene may have looked like. 

as you notice him visibly relax, you take a deep breath, fighting with yourself, ultimately deciding that whatever comes out of this talk, at least you’d have answers. answers you never thought you’d have. to the questions that have so heavily weighed on you for so long now. 

“we’re staying at this hotel,” you add, looking up at him. “we can talk in my room if you’d like ?”

“lead the way,” he hums, taking your hand in his to help you back up to your feet, following you to the elevators.

as you both stand in the elevator, you can’t help but be sucked into the parallel of this moment. it’s so similar to the night you met, you end up wondering if this is some sort of do over. the universe granting you with a second chance. your heart is beating out of your chest, your mind absolutely reeling. you can feel niall’s eyes scanning over you, feel his presence wash over you for the first time in so long.

there’s always been such an incredible pull towards niall that you can’t quite seem to explain. you close your eyes, biting on your lip, as you fight the overpowering urge to crumble into his arms. the only thing holding you back, being the thinning willpower of your still wounded heart.

niall follows you silently, down the hall, and up to your door. he watches you fumble with the keycard, again, unsure of whether he’s more nervous or excited to get beyond the threshold. 

the last thing he expected, however, as he closes the door behind himself, is to catch a glimpse of your tear filled eyes, just before he feels you pressed against him, face buried in his neck in an attempt to conceal the tears. 

your arms wrap tightly around niall’s body, hands fisted in his tshirt, taking a deep breath, as you feel your body start to tremble. 

“petal,” niall breathes, his heart feeling too swollen to fit in his chest, frog stuck in his throat, as he feels himself crumble for you. he winds his arms around your shoulders, hands soothingly rubbing your back, squeezing you as tight as he can, face buried in the top of your head. “i’m so sorry, pet. you didn’t fuckin deserve any of that.”

your hands glide down from his back to his hips, gripping onto him, pulling your face from niall’s neck, to look up at him, “wanted to talk, yeah ? i really need you to explain,” you hum, nodding towards the bed. you slip out of his arms, sitting with your back against the headboard, legs crossed.

niall mimics your position, sitting in the middle of the mattress, legs crisscrossed like yours, knees almost bumping into each other, as he faces you.

you look at him expectantly, wanting to hear him out. wanting to hear his side of the story. hear what exactly was going on last year. 

“i dont think i ever told you- no, i know i never told you,” niall corrects himself, shaking his head. “but, after mexico, i really started to look at you differently,” he decides to jump right in, laying it all out. “when we met up in italy, i did rent that place for you. and then in sweden, i met up with you because i wanted to be with you on valentines day. and when i called while you were in south korea, i was ready to fly you out and rent a house for you in the uk so i could have you close for a bit.”

you’re left stunned, your brain processing this information. you’re sure your face is showing all the emotions you seem to be hurled through. confusion, being the main one.

“my home life became an absolute living hell,” he continues. “i wanted you. wanted to be with you more than anything. and that scared me, because it was supposed to just be one night in vancouver. what hap-“

“what happens in canada, stays in canada,” you murmur, nodding. “you know, i dont even understand why i feel the need for this explanation so badly. i knew going into this, the second agreement i guess, since we broke that canada rule pretty quick. but, i knew what i was singing up for. i knew that one day you’d have to end this. i was the side piece.”

stab. stab, stab, stab, stab, stab. stab. for a moment, niall wishes he was actually being stabbed. apparently your brain shuts down for too much physical pain. but emotional pain, you have to live that shit. and right now, niall was being ripped apart by it.

“you’ve said that before,” niall recounts, eyes closed, as he takes a deep breath, his hand raking through his hair. “knew what you were signing up for,” he quotes from you. “said it at the cafe in mexico. hurt me just as much to hear it then as it does now,” he murmurs, taking another deep breath. “i think, for the both of us, somewhere along the line, this relationship became more than we could have ever even imagined signing up for. and fuck, please, petal, you were always so much more than a side piece.”

“so what did this relationship become for you ?” you chance asking. “because i always knew that you enjoyed the comfort and safety and trust that i seem to be able to give you. i always knew that was a big part of it.”

“i was falling so hard for you,” he whispers, like a secret spoken into the calm of the evening. a stark contrast from the vegas party goers just now ramping up for the night. 

“i used to tell you that you were intoxicating. but i never explained what i meant by that,” he hums, taking a breath. “your skin is softer than anything i’ve ever felt. your smell is the most comforting mix of lavender, honey, and coffee, and it has me fuckin obsessed. your presence relaxes and calms me more than anyone i’ve ever been around. your voice is so smooth, i wish i could bottle it up and listen whenever i wanted. everything, absolutely everything, was more, whenever i was with you. more relaxing, more happy, more comfortable, more safe, more feeling, more intensity. i thought i had met my perfect person, but the moment i sat next to you in vancouver, i knew, for fuckin fact, i was sitting with my perfect person. it just took me a really long time to even admit that to myself. i guess i was scared to lose the life i had.”

he watches as unshed tears gather up in your eyes, watches you try to blink them away, as one stray tear cascades down your cheek. niall’s quick to wipe it clean, fingertips brushing over your cheek, as his hand settles in your lap.

your fingers intertwine themselves with niall’s own, his thumb rubbing soothingly against your knuckles. “do you want to know why i’m here, petal ?”

you nod, biting your lip, as you look up at him, eyes still red rimmed and increasingly full of tears, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“i needed to escape again. my home life is bad again. knowing that you’re out in the world, living your life and it’s not with me. knowing that there’s someone so perfect for me. someone that makes me feel better than i’ve literally ever felt. but i couldn’t see you,” he shakes his head, “s’been increasingly hard. i’ve had more fights and disagreements, more uncomfortable silences and awkward encounters, in the last year as i think i’ve ever had.”

“but then, why ?” you murmur quietly, your voice catching in your throat, your head still busy processing all of this new information. “why did you walk away from this when you did ?”

“i was scared,” he admits again. “scared because if i bring you into my life, for real, maybe this fantasy bubble we’ve been living in wont be able to thrive. it’ll just be real life, and i could never forgive myself if bringing you into my life ultimately leads to our demise.”

“that doesn’t make sense,” you furrow your eyebrows. “instead of living happily with me, with the off chance that we end up unhappy with each other, you chose to end it and make us both unhappy right away. no shot at any happiness.”

“i didn’t say it made sense,” he hums, hand squeezing yours. “and trust me, mully gave me so much shite for it. i just couldn’t live with myself anymore. couldn’t live with how addicted i was to you and how i couldn’t fucking have you the way i wanted. it was tearing me up, hurting me so bad. it was easier to push you aside, and i’m the biggest prick on the planet for it.”

“yeah, you are,” you sigh, the joking tone not going unnoticed. “i had fallen for you. i can properly say that i was in love with you,” you admit out loud for the first time. “and you really hurt me. didn’t even give me so much as an explanation. i had to just walk away. nothing else i could do,” you explain, as niall grips into your hands harder, bringing them up to his lips, kissing softly along your knuckles, eyes closed as he feels the pain you went through.

“it killed me even more when i was travelling for work, and i knew we were in the same city,” you murmur, niall’s entire body deflating, his forehead now resting against your hands that he’s holding onto for dear life, in fear that you’ll disappear from him again.

“fuck,” he breathes wetly, a few tears gliding down his flushed cheeks. “fuck, how many, petal ? how many times ? i didn’t know, fuck. fuck. when ?”

you poke your thumb out of his hold, stroking his skin gently, looking to comfort him in any way possible. you really hadn’t meant to hurt him, you were just letting him know. “five,” you mumble quietly. “i was in spain at the time of some golf festival, in brazil at the same time as your summer festival, in france during fashion week, in new york city during the jingle ball, and in california while you were doing promo.”

niall blinks up at you, letting go of your hands in favour of ghosting his over your hips, “can i ?” he whispers.

you find yourself nodding, wanting to be comforted too at the moment. you dont understand what you’re feeling at all. angry, sad, happy, elated, confused, shocked, heavy, light, scared, and it all jumbled itself into some kind of clustered numbness. you wanted to feel. feel him again.

his hands land on your hips, fingers giving a squeeze as his thumbs rub lightly, complete and total familiarity hitting him hard. without so much as a second thought, his body took over. like muscle memory in a sense, he pulls you into his lap, your bum settled between his knees, legs wrapped around his waist, niall latching onto you.

he had you in his hold again. there was no way in hell he was ever letting go this time. niall’s arms were wound tight around you, his face buried in your shoulder.

you feel yourself relaxing into him, muscle memory of your own, as your senses are overtaken by niall. his smell, his touch, his calming breaths, the tiny pecks he cant help himself from trailing over your collarbone, air fanning over your skin as he speaks, “gonna make it up to you, petal. if you’ll let me,” he adds with a shake to his voice. nerves taking over, making him squeeze you tighter, knowing full well that this may be the last time he ever sees you.

“i know i hurt you, but i’ll spend the rest of my fucking life making it up to you, sweet girl,” he whispers, face tucked into your neck, breathing you in for a moment, before looking up at you, trying to decipher your thoughts.

but truthfully, you didn’t know what to think. you were all consumed by the presence you’ve done nothing but crave for the past 13 months. on the other hand, you’re left wounded by everything that transpired. 

niall notes your hesitation, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed, as he remembers something you told him back in vancouver, “have a little faith, petal,” he whispers, eyes filling with tears, the heaviness of the moment really hitting him. “can’t tell me any of this is a coincidence. not anymore. i know you feel it too, pretty girl.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, your own filling with tears as well, taking a shaky breath as your hands settle on niall’s neck and jaw, pulling him in to slot your lips with his.

niall groans out, in slight surprise, taking a deep breath through his nose, as if life was filling his lungs again. his arms wrap around you impossibly tighter, his tongue soothing your bottom lip as he sucks on it lightly.

as your lip snaps back into position, niall’s forehead rests against yours, momentarily catching his breath, before dipping back in. but you’re quicker than he is, pulling away, just slightly out of reach.

“petal ?” he blinks his eyes open to find yours already staring back at him, looking at you in question, nerves bubbling up into his chest.

“i can’t just leave this time,” you whisper, seeing relief wash over him, ready to give you absolutely anything you asked for. “it needs to be different, niall.”

“anything, petal, fuck, i’ll do anything for you,” he groans, his lips pressing to yours again, savouring every moment, every detail. taking in the intensity of you again. getting lost in you. it’s almost as if no time had past. the ease of falling back into you, the immediate calm, easy, perfect, so fucking right. none of it goes past him, finally admitting everything to himself, and falling into this fully.

niall lays you down on the mattress, hovering above you, lips never having parted from yours, too enthralled in the bursting feeling that is you. how your kisses are so much better than any kisses he’s ever had. is it the lingering coffee taste, that’s become such a signature in his brain ? is it the softness of your lips brushing up against his ? is it the smoothness of your tongue darting out for tastes of him, and just more more more ? is it the sharp nibble of your teeth, biting at his kiss raw skin ? or is it just because it’s you, his beautiful petal ?

he may never find out, and he’s okay with that, as long as these kisses keep coming. in an effort to calm himself down, at least slightly, niall kisses down to your chin, taking his time over your jaw to your neck. 

as he makes his way slowly down your chest, your thanktop fairly low cut, giving niall tons of access. and based on the hardening outline of your nipples, he could guess that you’d foregone a bra again. he eventually finds himself ghosting his palms over the sides of your breasts, looking up at you in question, “can i, petal ?”

you look down at him, nodding, your tits quickly spilling out of your top, niall’s mouth immediately attached to your right nipple. your hand instinctually, gripped into his hair, keeping him in place to work over your pebbled nipple.

he groans against your skin, feeling so all consumed by you. his eyes flick up to yours, melting at the sight of you. calm, ease, comfort, relief, all good things shining back at him through your gaze.

niall’s tongue flicks over your nipple, mouth leaving your breast to meld with yours again. he kisses you slowly, lips pressed hard against yours, mumbling a low, “missed you so fuckin much.”

you groan, pulling him back to your mouth, fingers buried deep into his hair, having a strong hold on his roots, feeling like this is too good to be true. like if he’ll evaporate before your eyes.

with one leg spread out, and your other leg bent at the knee, foot planted firmly on the bed, niall slotted between your legs, you can feel his cock stiffening up against your hip. you instinctively roll your body up into his, a breathy moan working its way out of niall’s chest.

“fuck, wanna see you pet,” he groans, gripping into your tanktop, working it down over your hips, taking your pants and panties along, down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him.

niall’s eyes roam over you, biting his lip, as he realizes the only thing you’re wearing is the rose charm necklace. it makes him feel at home. vulnerable, yet comfortable. 

as he’s about to lean back into you, searching for your mouth again, your hands fall onto his chest, pushing him back slightly, “want you to strip too.”

with the words barely out of your mouth, niall’s shirt is discarded onto the ground, pants shimmied off his legs, lips mingling with yours in a quick kiss, before trailing nips and sucks down your body.

he settles himself between your thighs, hands pressing both your legs open, his eyes settled right on your glistening centre for the first time in over a year.

you can hear the groan bubble out of niall’s chest, whispering, “so fuckin gorgeous, my beautiful petal,” breath fanning over your heat, before his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

you moan, hips bucking up in search for more, niall groaning again, “fuck, so good,” dipping down for another taste, “missed your cunt, missed you so fucking much.”

and with that, he delves right in. his mouth snogging over your pussy, no rhyme or reason, completely lost in your smell, your taste, your softness, your warmth.

niall sucks back your arousal every time another wave bubbles out of you, his tongue lapping at your inner walls, before flicking expertly over your clit. his arms wrapped themselves under your thighs, hands resting on your waist, holding you into position to keep you from wiggling too much.

your brain was an absolute mess, the only thing you could focus on was niall. you were a moaning mess, one hand tucked into niall’s hair, the other fisting the sheets, your ears ringing too loudly to hear his own groans. your skin was prickling, body completely at ease in the presence of someone so familiar. it was so easy to fall back into this with him, if you weren’t so fuckin blissed out, you might be a bit scared of it.

his tongue keeps flicking over your clit, sucking it tightly into his mouth, teeth nipping softly over your sensitive bud. you could feel your stomach muscles starting to twitch, legs trembling more and more erratically, as the telltale signs of your orgasm start approaching quickly.

“fuck, niall, m’gonna cum,” you whimper, legs attempting to close on his head.

you can feel him moaning against your centre, hands slipping from your waist to your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him, as he can feel your cunt starting to clench. he laps and sucks at the creaminess of your orgasm, groaning breathily at the sweet taste of your high.

your muscles tense up, trembling through your high, feeling the long licks of niall’s tongue working you through. 

as you start to come down, he rests his forehead against your mound, eyes locked on your soaked pussy, biting his lip, watching one of his fingers slink into you. he couldn’t help himself, he was so fuckin lost in you. he knew you were still coming down, knew you were sensitive, but fuck, he wanted to feel it all, right now.

a loud moan escapes your lips, back arching off the bed, trying to escape his tight grip. but niall’s much stronger than you are, pinning your hips down to the bed, curling his finger right up against your sweet spot. he didn’t even have to look for it, knew exactly where it was. he swears, he could draw a full map of your body with ease.

“fuck, pup, look at you. taking me so fuckin well, yeah ? made for me, sweet girl,” he hums, watching your legs shake, your inner walls starting to clamp down on his finger, completely abusing your spongey spot.

“f-fuck, fuck, niall-“ you whimper, hips wiggling on their own accord. “s’too much, m’gonna burst,” you whine shakily, another orgasm ripping through you.

“let it go, puppy,” niall groans, watching the orgasm burst through you, squirting on his hand, mouth, neck, and chest, due to his incredibly close proximity. “fuck, yes, that’s it, pretty girl. fuckin soak me so good. christ i missed your cunt.”

without any opportunity to come down from either of your orgasms, with niall’s finger still working inside you, his mouth is latched back onto your clit, tongue licking up your orgasm.

“niall,” you whimper loudly, hips rolling into ? away from ? his mouth, unsure of what your body truly wanted at that moment. you were already chasing another orgasm, feeling better than you remember feeling in the last year. but your pussy was so sensitive, you could swear you were going to burst again. “fuck, m’gonna- gonna again,” you groan out, losing your words.

“that’s it, puppy,” niall groans, pulling his mouth away just enough to look up at you properly, your eyes falling on his absolutely drenched face and neck. thankfully you were too overtaken by euphoria to be embarrassed. 

“show me what i’ve been missing, yeah ?” he coos, a second finger entering you alongside the first, mouth delving back into your cunt.

your eyes roll back, a loud moan of profanities mixed with his name echoing through the room, as you cum again, soaking him and the sheets below even more.

niall groans again, unable to contain any of the sounds that his body is so desperate to make, sucking the squirt right out of you, swallowing down as much as he can.

“fuckin christ, puppy,” you can feel him groan against your heat, your entire body twitching with the feel of his breath against you. “missed this. fuck, missed you so much.”

he slowly pulls his fingers away, watching your cunt clench around nothing, biting into his lip, eyes raking up to find your face, “okay, pet ?”

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, blissful smile on your face, taking in just how wrecked he looks from eating your pussy. “lookin so good right now, ni,” you murmur, sighing around a smile, looking up at him cheekily.

he notices the smirky look on your face, eyebrows furrowing, “what’s going through that mind of yours ?”

“remember that night in vancouver ?” you ask. “you took a photo of me. said you didn’t wanna forget that moment.”

niall smiles at the memory, because fuck, how could he forget ? he’s looked at that picture more times than he even wishes to think of. “course i remember, petal.”

“s’my turn,” you coo, blushing slightly. “dont wanna forget the way you look right now. you’re fuckin glowing niall,” you giggle, “and not just because i soaked you. i dont know if you realized how well i could read you, but i feel like i haven’t seen this true, happy you in a really really long time.”

niall sighs, eyes looking down as he collects himself, blinking back up at you, “it’s because of you,” he hums. “m’happy because i’m with you. and i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiles, reaching down off the bed to fiddle with your pants, digging through your pockets to grip your phone, passing it to you.

“dont mind that you take a photo,” he bites his lip, “but i have a request.” without so much as another form of explanation, niall lays down next to you, guiding your arm up, to take a photo of the both of you together.

you blush, tucking your face into his cheek, a big smile taking over your features. upon looking back at the photo, your heart melts at how incredibly blissfully content, happy, comfortable, fucked out you both look. you hope to be able to cherish these kinds of moments for a very very long time.

niall takes the phone from your hand, dropping it further down the mattress, rolling himself on top of you, kissing you deeply, tongue dipping into your mouth at the first opportunity. his fingers ghost over your neck, murmuring against your lips, “how you feeling pup ? how’s your cunt ?”

your tongue pokes out to playfully lick at his bottom lip, smiling at him, “m’feeling amazing. m’sure my cunt would say the same. want your cock, wanna feel it again, niall, please.”

his teeth dig into your bottom lip, hard, his rock hard, bare length rolling through your folds. you both moan simultaneously, niall at feeling the slick warmth of your arousal coating his prick, and you at the over sensitivity of his tip bumping into your clit.

“c’mon,” you whimper, not wanting any more teasing, your body absolutely craving him, hips lifting from the bed, in hopes that his member stays snagged into your entrance.

but niall rolls his hips just right, the tip of his cock entering you effortlessly, your walls stretching around his length, welcoming him.

as he bottoms out, his head falls to your chest, mouthing at your breasts to keep himself distracted from the overwhelming feeling of you. how wet you are, how tight you are, how fucking perfect you are. he feels fully consumed by you, getting completely lost in it.

“fuckin hell, puppy, m’not gonna last,” he groans against your skin, stomach muscles already trembling, “missed you so fuckin much, fuck, you’re the best. best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

you gasp for breath, your mind numbing at the feel of niall. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his bum, needing him close. your hands card through his hair, fingertips tingling at the silkiness of his brown locks, grounding yourself from the hard thrusting, his cock reaching depths of you that no one else has ever seemed to reach. 

“niall,” you whimper, making him look up at you, watching your face. “m’gon-gonna cum again. fuck, fu- missed you so much. you have no idea, mi-missed you so fucking much,” you babble, tears running down your cheeks.

overwhelmed. that’s the word you’d both been searching for. although it seemed more than your basic overwhelm, you wouldn’t know how else to describe it. 

niall takes in the emotional state you seem to be in, his forehead resting against yours, one of his hands finding its way to your throat, laying on your neck softly, “m’right here pup, right here with you. not going anywhere, ever again. you gonna cum for me ? hmm ? milk me dry, puppy,” he coos, his fingers gripping into the sides of your throat, cutting off the airflow to your brain.

in an instant, your cunt is clamped down around his cock, tighter than niall even remembers, your orgasm ripping through your body. you’re a moaning mess, thighs squeezing his hips tightly, your entire being tingling in over sensitivity, niall feeling you soak his cock again.

“yes, pup, just like that,” he groans, the hold on your throat loosening, as his orgasm hits him as well, your pussy pulling every last drop from him.

as you both work at catching your breath, niall kisses along your collarbone and neck, fingertips rubbing over any bit of skin he can reach.

“fuckin soaked your bed, pet,” niall murmurs, light airy chuckle leaving his lips. 

“was too good, ni,” you whisper breathily, body spent, not even caring that you’re literally laying in a puddle. 

“wanna come stay with me tonight ?” he asks tentatively, knowing you’d agreed things would be different, but not having lined up what exactly that meant. “can’t have ya staying in a wet bed.”

you giggle, blush rising from your chest to your neck and cheeks, “that’s so embarrassing, fuck,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. “i dont wanna impose. can always crash with my cousin.”

“not imposing, petal,” he whispers. “want you to. if you want to that is ?”

you smile bashfully, niall noticing the sparkle in your eye, the larger your smile becomes, “of course i want to. wish i never had to say goodbye.”

niall bites his lip, thinking everything over as quickly as he can, pecking your lips, “tomorrow, i’ll need to fly home,” he explains, mouth ghosting yours. “give me a week, tops. and i’ll come find you. wherever you are, i’ll get myself to you. everything will be different, petal. for the better. i promise. just have a little faith in me.”

Part 10

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[pryce0]

Into It (Gaz x Fem!Reader) - Part 2

gif by; unknown

word count; 1,403

masterlist; here - part 1; here

summary; After drunkenly making out with Kyle, things have taken a turn for the best and you just can’t seem to stop yourself from kissing him again.

a/n; THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN. Here is a very requested part two <3 i recommend listening to chase atlantic during part 1 and 2, as the title is derived from a song of theirs! i would love to kiss gaz too hehe. he’s a bit out of character but we will not acknowledge that for the sake of our sanities

[tags; kissing/making out, tension, slightly suggestive content, fluff.]

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After that night of hushed and rushed kisses with the taste of alcohol on your tongue, you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of Gaz. Stealing glances at the man from across the meeting room table, catching each others eye when the other isn’t looking, everything. Your private exchange didn’t make anything awkward, in fact, it made everything better between you two. The air felt heavy between you two; something everyone felt but no one acknowledged directly. Johnny often exchanged glances with Price every time that feeling settled in between you and Gaz. You always had a habit of applying chapstick—you hated the feeling of dried and cracked lips, especially during a mission. Just because you were away from home did not mean your lips had to be miserable especially during the colder climate missions. Now that you and Gaz had your moment, he finds himself staring at your lips when you apply it. He watches you uncap the stick and press the pink wax against your top lip and spread it to your bottom lip. Gaz feigns forgetfulness in his head, because he so desperately wants to know what you taste like again.

You didn’t notice all of his staring, but you definitely noticed it when you applied your chapstick. Sometimes, you had the balls to meet his eyes and hold eye contact for a second two long; it always caused Gaz’s breath to hitch. Were you thinking the same thing as him? Were you craving his touch as much as he was craving yours? Gaz needed to feel your lips against his, your hand cupping his jaw, he needed you to leave your mark on him in some sort of way, hell, he’d gladly kiss you if you had lipstick on—even if that meant his own lips were tainted with your favorite color, smeared, fading under his bottom lip. Gaz would love to be drunk off your kisses again, he would barely register the way you would chuckle and use your thumb to run away the smeared lipstick from his lips—

“Kyle, are you listening?” Price’s voice cut through his thoughts and Gaz immediately jolts and turns to his captain with a bright smile on his face. “Yes, Captain. I was listening.” Gaz blatantly lies to his captain. In reality, he did not know a lick of what was said within the last five minutes. Price gave him a look which screamed ‘I do not believe you’.

He heard your chair squeak under your weight which immediately took his attention once again. Gaz watches you leave the room, giving him a glance with your hand on the door frame, dragging it along with you until you’re out sight, the last sign of you being your fingertips disappearing behind the wall. Johnny snorts quietly as he leans back into his chair as he watched Gaz’s attention be ripped from Price so easily.

“I’m sorry Cap’, but I have to use the restroom.” Gaz said with a rushed tone, rising from his own chair and heading out the door. Johnny and Price shared a look, Price sighing as Johnny laughed loudly, absolutely losing his mind from the display they watched together. “Fuckin’ kids.” Price hissed as he grabs the papers from the meeting room table.

Gaz wandered the hall he saw you exit the room to, his eyes searching around for you. Gaz felt pulled to you, like you had him on a leash, or you’re connected by a string and all he can do is let you pull him along to where ever you’re going. Gaz walks by a different hallway and a hand reaches out and grabs him; eliciting a gasp from him. Gaz goes for his gun as he finds himself against a wall, running on pure instinct until a pair of lips are on his; within seconds he tastes you and knows it just you.

Gaz’s shoulders relax from their tense form, pressing lips against yours so needily. The taste of your chapstick has him hooked again. One of his hands comes up and grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his own. Your arm comes up and wraps around the back of his neck, forcing yourself even closer to him. Gaz let’s out a quiet noise that gets muffled into the kiss, although you feel the vibration through his chest. Gaz tilts his head ever so slightly and his other hand rests on the upper part of your back, as if to hold you in place; against him. Gaz kissed you as if you were apart of the necessities for survival and you went wild for it. His rushed and rough kisses made you feel needed, his gently squeezing hands made you feel wanted. Gaz takes a slow breath through his nose as he opens his jaw ever so slightly, deepening the kiss which ripped a groan from him. Your other arm slowly wrapped around the back of his neck and you leaned forward against him, and he was leaning against the wall, not daring to move from the position you got him in. Your heart jumps as he leans into your touch and your body; he welcomed you with open arms in this kiss.

You pulled away but not too far away; your noses brushed against each other, your lips parted as you quietly panted. He took your breath away so easily and you did the same to him in return. Gaz’s eyes flutter back open to look at you, finding himself falling in to the color of your eyes. You laugh so quietly, your voice coming out as a low whisper. “Seems like you’ve been wanting that as much as me.”

Gaz smirked, his chest rumbling as he spoke. “Much more than you think, babe. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you, about that kiss. Tell me..” He trailed off, his eyes darting to your lips and then back up to your eyes, leaning forward slowly until your lips brushed against each other, until he could smell the mint on your breath with the faint cherry chapstick smell. Gaz voice lowers to a whisper, speaking against your lips. “..Did it mean anything to you, love?”

You press your lips hard against his, keeping an arm around his neck and the other cupping his cheek. Gaz let’s out a surprised noise as you nip his lower lip with his teeth before consuming him into another rough kiss. His hand squeezes your waist again, his other hand coming down and going under your shirt to your waist. You lean into the skin on skin contact, his warmth enticing you to lean closer. A soft noise leaves your lips as your hand against his cheek twitched. With every press of your lips, Gaz’s thoughts slipped from his mind. Work was no longer on his mind, he couldn’t think of anything that didn’t involve you. Gaz pulled his head back from the kiss, gasping quietly before speaking. “W-wait-“ You pressed your lips against his again, giving him yet another taste and that was it for him; nothing mattered except for this, your lips, you, this kiss.

After a second you pulled away from his lips, panting. You can’t help but smile from Gaz’s shocked and hazy expression, his lips parted from the kisses roughness. His lips were shiny with rubbed off chapstick and some spit. “Did that answer your question, Garrick?” You murmur quietly, your thumb brushing against the small semi-healed cut again, just like you did that night. Gaz swallows and his adam’s apple bobs and it takes him a good second to register your words. “Yeah,” Gaz responds, his lips curling up into a smile as he looks into your eyes. “It answered it, alright.“

Gaz found himself chasing your lips again, giving you a soft kiss before pulling away, murmuring, “Go on a date with me.” You blink at his request—more so demand and then you begin to smile again, leaning close to Gaz’s face again. “Does that include more of this?”

Gaz chuckles, his voice vibrating your chest as he does, his other hand goes under your shirt to grab at your waist too, his thumbs brushing against your skin. “Oh, it includes a lot more of this, sweetheart.”

You hum as if you’re debating it, but you both already know your answer; “Of course, Kyle.” And with another needy kiss, you sealed the deal.

[jake-g-lockley]

Uncontrollable: Part 1 (Poe Dameron x fem!reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Part 2

Summary: You are sworn enemies with Poe Dameron, but alcohol likes to tell a different story. Warnings: MINORS DNI. Swearing, alcohol consumption (drink responsibly kids), fem masturbation, heavy smut in next part. Word Count: 2.2 k words

A/N: If you think Part 1 is descriptive, wait till y'all see part two. I seriously have no idea what possessed me to write this but here we are. More moon boys stuff coming soon hehe. (GIF not mine)

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Your POV

“That was a shit job! Snap, back me up on this.” your voice cuts through the cheers that greeted you as you climb out of your X-Wing, ripping off your vest.

“You’re the one who decided it was best to ignore your commanding officer and do whatever the fuck you wanted to do!” The Commander’s voice echoed around the docking bay and people turned to watch the bickering unfold.

You were not going down without a fight. Not yet today. Never. Not when the argument was with him.

“I said I had everything under control and I was going to blast that last TIE out of the fucking sky, when you decided that it’ll be be best to let your big ass ego take control of you again and stop me!” You yell as you take a step closer to the fuming pilot.

“You could have been killed if I didn’t cover you!”

“So? Why the fuck do you care if I’m dead or alive, Commander?” Your words echoed through the hangar.

For once in your life, the commander was rendered silent. His gaze hardened and he scowled, clenching his jaw, upper lip twitching.

“The both of you need to stop this nonsense at once.” A shiver ran down your spine as you spun around to see the General walking towards you and Poe.

“All this constant bickering for weeks. You both do realize that we’re fighting on the same side, right?” She questioned as you and Poe hung your heads. “This was an overall win and you both should be celebrating, not throwing insults like a bunch of teenagers.”

You hated every single second that he was in the room with you and your sleeping arrangements at base were not helping either. Due to some stupid scheduling issue, he was your bunk mate and you both had to share quarters. You endlessly tried to opt for a transfer after every argument but the transfers were denied every single time.

“The both of you need to loosen up, go have some fun. That is an order.” You grimaced at Leia’s words but nodded.

You really didn’t like disappointing Leia. She was, afterall, the reason why you were here in the first place. She was right, you and him were fighting on the same side no matter how much you despised him. Besides, the overall win was something to definitely celebrate and you needed something to take the edge off the anger you were currently feeling.

Few drinks in and you were a different person, making up dances with Rose, throwing your head back and laughing at anything that you thought was funny. You were relatively tipsy when you leaned onto the table to take another shot, blurily locking eyes with your sworn enemy, who was leaning casually in a seat close to your right.

“Oh, look who's here to spoil my night. Commander Casanova. Thought you’d be fucking some mechanic or tech in some alley somewhere…” you slurred, leaning close to him, your nose inches from the shell of his ear.

“Ah, so you were thinking about me fucking, huh?” he whispered.

“Oh, fuck you.” You lowly laughed in his ear and grabbed the shot, downing it and slamming the glass back onto the table.

“I think you should go slow on the drinks, Y/N.” Finn chastised, patting your forearm.

“Well, I think I shouldn’t, mom.” you say sticking out your tongue and turning to walk back to the dance floor.

You continued your little pattern; dancing, drinking, peeing and repeating, till you were drunk beyond comprehension. Still, that one lingering thought remained in your head.

Poe Dameron.

Fuck, you hated him so much that you spent hours just thinking about how you would absolutely destroy him. All the pranks and ignoring rank didn’t quench your thirst for the hatred you felt. It was like an uncontrollable addiction, hating him. You hated that he was always so optimistic, brave and cocky. You hated the fact that he was such an amazing pilot and commander. You hated that he tried to save your life. You hated the praises that he would often dish out to the squadron. You hated his stupid cute face and fluffy boyish curls.

Cute? Maker, you were definitely losing it.

You stumbled towards your room, thoughts swimming nauseatingly around your head. After a few tries with the keypad, the door flew open and you stumbled into the darkness of your room. You kicked off your boots and jumped into your bed with the last of your strength.

“Ah, so you were thinking about me fucking, huh?” his voice echoed in your head as you shifted in your bed.

Yes, yes you were and still are. You’ve heard tales of his endeavors and a part of you wanted to experience it yourself. The rumors were not enough, you wanted to feel his rough skillful hands running down every inch of your body. You wanted those commanding lips of his to whisper dirty secrets into your ears till you surrendered all of your being to him.

But you also wanted that pilot with such sacrilegious and obscene sin that could even make a sith blush, cower and hide. You wanted to do things to him that were so filthy it made you squirm as you felt the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. Immediately, you bring two of your fingers to your lips and suck them, pulling the wet digits out and sliding them down your pants with your bottom lip between your teeth.

The second they came into contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, you sigh, his name tumbling out of your mouth. You giggled stupidly at how his name rolled off your tongue with ease, the alcohol making you nearly delirious as you slipped a finger into your wetness for some relief.

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Poe’s POV Poe squinted into the darkness, almost positive that he heard his name being called. He listened intently until he heard it again and it was coming from the bottom bunk. His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, and an electrifying shiver coursed through his body as he shot up from his bed. Silently, he peeked over the top bunk to look down at you and saw you writhing in your sleep. He glanced at the clock and slowly slipped out of bed, climbing down the ladder to wake you up from whatever dream you were having. Then, a gut-wrenching moan tore through the silence of the room making him stumble.

His eyes scan over your form and his mouth dropped when his gaze trailed over your right arm that was slotted between your legs. He knelt down beside your bed and stared, not believing what he was seeing. Your eyes were blissfully shut, wet lips parting slightly, looking absolutely divine in the dark. You arched your back, and moaned his name again as the shameful wet sound of your pussy filled his ears. He thickly swallowed as he watched your left hand traveled up your thigh and slipped under your resistance issued shirt to palm your tit.

“Fuck, use my body to do whatever you please, Poe.” you whined and Poe had to grip the edge of the bed tighter to physically stop his hands from moving. He knew that if he started on you, he couldn’t trust himself to stop.

Poe shifted uncomfortably as he felt his own arousal take over his body. For the second time today, you had rendered him absolutely stunned and speechless. Watching you was absolute torture but he didn’t want you to stop. You never called him by his first name, always by his ranking and you saying his name in this suggestive position was absolutely sacred to him. His name sounded like a prayer in your shallow breath and it clawed through him like a painful poison, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

The vulgar sounds around him escalated and he knew you were close. He watched with lust blown eyes as your body shudders and your toes curl under the pressure that had built up in you. Poe bit his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood as you soundlessly mouthed his name again and again.

Fuck.

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Your POV “Ughh…”

You woke up with a splitting headache and you got up to dash to the refresher to puke as the nausea took over every cell of your body. You stared at the state of your face in the mirror above the sink and decided that it wasn’t your worst hangover look. You shrugged, pulling your toothbrush to brush the icky taste out of your mouth.

You strained, trying to remember the events of last night. The last thing you could remember was the snarky remark that Poe whispered in your ear. You roll your eyes and shake your head, stepping out of the refresher. You glance at Poe’s bunk and he wasn't there, his bed was neatly made as usual. You shrug your yesterday’s clothes off and pull on a fresh pair, throwing the dirty laundry into the basket beside the bed.

You trudged into the cantina with a scowl etched to your face, and slumped onto a bench where Finn handed you a mug of steaming coffee.

“I warned you to slow down, Y/N.” he said, patting your back and fondly ruffling your hair as you grumpily sip the coffee.

“Did I do something stupid yesterday, mother?” you say to Finn, only to hear a scoff from Poe who was sitting beside Finn.

“Not that I know of?” Finn said, narrowing his eyes and glancing at Poe.

Your gaze met Poe’s and a chill ran down your spine. He was staring at you with a ghost of a smirk etched onto his face, his eyes darker than usual. You blink and look away, confused. Soon after you did, Poe got up and left without a word.

“What’s up with Mr. Grumpy Pants?” you question, your eyes following him out of the cantina.

“Don’t ask me, I don’t know.” Finn said, holding his hands up.

You sigh and scroll through your datapad, looking at your schedule for the day. ‘Training with Black Leader’ was on the top of the schedule and you groaned, not wanting to spend the whole morning training with Poe. Still, you gulped down the rest of your coffee, said bye to Finn and made your way to the training facility.

Poe was there, his hands wrapped as he hit the punching bag in front of him, wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his jacket discarded at the corner of the facility. His muscles glistened with sweat as he pounded the bag with immense strength.

“Wanna spar, Commander?” you ask smugly, but he continued to ignore you, administering more punches to the bag.

You shrug and settle down onto the floor to start stretching as you watch him, popping a chewstim into your mouth. Something seems to be bothering him immensely because that punching bag was really getting pummeled left right and center. A wave of pleasure surged through you with the realization that something was making Poe Dameron extremely riled up.

“Today’s session is going to be fun.” You thought as your jaw worked the chewstim.

Poe continued his assault on the punching bag until every single member of the Black Squadron had arrived.

“Alright, everyone take your places.” his voice boomed around the facility.

You got up and shuffled towards Jessika, but you felt a strong hand close around your wrist, pulling you until you were flush against a wall of muscle. You swallow the gasp that threatened to escape you as you turn around to look at Poe, who kept his gaze on the rest of the members.

You continue to hold your steady gaze at him as he belted out instructions that you barely hear from the rush of blood that sounded in your ears. His hand is still gripping your wrist tightly and you were sure he was leaving a bruise on you but you were too shocked to move.

Once he was done instructing the rest, he lowered his lips to your ears.

“Spit that gum out before I force it out of you.” he whispered and you rolled your eyes.

You wrench your wrist out of his grasp and walk to the bin and spat it out before joining Poe in the center of the facility. Without a word, the both of you start sparring, Poe skillfully deflecting your attacks and advancements while simultaneously avoiding your eye contact. You draw back and prowl around Poe, trying to catch his eye.

“What the fuck is up with you today?” you say, before you can stop yourself.

“No talking while sparring.” he simply says and starts administering hits that you blocked.

“No, really, what's got you so riled up, Commander.” you tease again, picking the clearly bleeding scab.

Without subsequent warning, Poe grabs you and flips you over, your body landing onto the floor with a thud, the breath knocked out of you as he knelt beside you. As you take a deep breath and rub your aching chest with your hand, he leaned in to whisper something in your ear.

“I can use your body to do whatever I please.”

You lay there for a while, trying to comprehend what he had just said. Suddenly, to your horror, a memory left your subconscious and hammered its way to the front of your mind.

“Fuck, use my body to do whatever you please, Poe.”

He knows.

He was there.

Oh, you royally fucked up.

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Tagging: @ahookedheroespureheart @mintpurplemnm

[lady-phasma]

Daemon is not a character I enjoy and I don’t feel any attraction to him. But I absolutely love Matt Smith. I am vastly more attracted to him when he is himself or the Doctor, than as Daemon. I think I just vibe more with his personality. What Matt character (other than the Doctor or Daemon) do you enjoy most? 💖

HI nonnie! Daemon certainly isn't for everyone, I get it. Eleven is goofy and funny and has his dark moments.

That's a tough ask. Like runner up I guess? So Eleven is definitely my favorite, Daemon a close second. Probably Prince Philip in The Crown (and not only for these two lines) is my third.

I thought I would do some honorable mentions as well and one where Matt has given his all to a role in a pretty terrible film. People might think of Morbius when I say that, but the one that comes to my mind first is always Terminator Genisys (2015).

Wow this movie is bad and I love the Terminator franchise. It was one of the first films he did after he left Doctor Who. I really want to spoil it for everyone but I won't. His character "Alex" isn't who he seems (you can google it if you want to). Matt really did a great job here, but it's painful to watch this movie fall apart over the 2 hours. My man gave it his all. (Not to mention that I like this haircut despite loving his crazy, floppy hair.)

Another honorable mention has to go to Jack, in the absolutely amazing Last Night in Soho (2021)! Matt is so good at playing villains that I really enjoy those roles. Jack is the absolute worst, but Matt makes him believable yet not over the top. Sleazy. It's a wonderful performance.

You can literally find some of my gifs of him by searching words like "Matt Smith's ears" because I have a serious problem.

So, I'm not going to review every role he's ever had because that's not what you asked. I will say I have yet to get my hands on a copy of Mapplethorpe (specifically the Director's Cut) and will watch it as soon as I can. I know it's been out for a while but it's hard to get. Until I have watched it, my last honorable mention is his role as Martin in Official Secrets (2019). It's his most understated supporting role, in my opinion. When he's the lead or part of an ensemble, he has loads of personality, almost overwhelmingly. This film is well written and well cast and that always helps. His role isn't huge but he performs it with sincerity and authenticity.

Rescue me chin boy and show me the stars. sigh. that chin though.

Was that long enough for you anon? LoL If you follow me (seems like you might), you know that I'm longwinded when I talk about Matt's acting. If you haven't seen these, I suggest you save the best for last and get Genisys out of the way first so you can enjoy the others more thoroughly. Most Matt fans have seen more of his work than they realize as his career his been relatively short and he takes time off from film/tv to do theater. He only left Doctor Who 10 years ago so you don't have a long filmography if you decide to work your way through it.

Always feel free to pop by and tell me more about your favorite roles he has played or let me know when you watch new ones! And that goes for this anon and anyone else. My blog is definitely one third Matt Smith, if not more. This ask made me so happy because I don't often get to talk about my man, since I mostly write fics. Thank you, anon!

[lightning-bringer]

Viktor Machine Herold's NSFW alphabet

The gif might be from Arcane but have in mind I'm talking about the 6' feet tall metal guy who shouts GLORIOUS EVOLUTION and shoots lasers at people

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Viktor is very attentive in aftercare, as much as he pretends to not have any feelings left and talks about the uselessness of it, he is actually still so full of endearment in him. He will cook breakfast, change his lover’s clothes and the sheets, all while talking about being rational and how that’s jsut necessary (he would massage his partner with the most serious and robotic face)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

idk if it counts as a body part but he loves his height. Despite the events of arcane being canon or not, Viktor for sure wasn’t as big as he is today, so being a very tall guy now is something he likes a lot

and on his partner, as cliche as it is, it’s mouth

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums a lot. Like, a lot. Inconveniently so

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

It’s more of a fantasy than a secret, but Viktor likes to imagine scenarios in which he just watches 2 people have sex and please himself at the image

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Viktor has very little experience. A metal man who shouts about the glorious evolution has a hard time getting laid. Even before he went back to Zaun, his mind was always on other things, so sex was not a priority and still isn’t

F= Favorite position

Because he hedn’t had time to try much, it’s definitely something simple like doggie-style

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Oh this man is very serious, no laughs no jokes if he smiles that is a one in a million ocasion  

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I doubt there is any body hair left ‘cause c’mon... if you can change your body with augmentations at will... why wouldn’t you get rid of those? So I bet he has no pubes whatsoever

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Viktor is serious, as I said, so he’s quiet and tries to be impersonal (feelings bad blablala) but that’s not really how he feels, so he would kind of lean into being a romantic, being aware of how the machine parts of his body fit with his partner’s

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He does masturbate, but not that often. When he does it he tells himself it’s purely out of “hormonal needs he has yet to deal with”, so it’s really just for physical relief (he only focus on pleasure when it’s with someone else, so the man is frustrated)

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Viktor doesn’t really has many remarkable kinks besides the voyerism, but he would like some roleplay, like professor x student kinda thing

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Despite liking to see people having sex, he loathes the thought of being seen, so he likes to do it in the safety of his house, in his lab in Zaun at best. This man doesn’t even like to go to brothels or motels

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

The few times Viktor had sex, it was led by the same thing: shameless and kind of sexually explicit flirting, because he loves dirty talk. He is very quiet during it, but hearing the things someone wants to do to him, or with him, or even better, wants him to do... His emotions and feelings kind of win again then

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Anything hardcore honestly but mostly things that would risk damage to his carefully created machine body, or that would put him in a humiliating position

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Oh Viktor is horrible at oral, like really bad, and he also doesn’t like it which makes him a terrible possible student

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Well, his body is full of mechanical augmentations so... he’s quite literally a machine when it comes to having sex. He can last for a long time, go for as long as his partner wants or needs (he’s not much of a service guy during sex, more after, but he won’t admit being a disappointment)

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He’s actually not good at quickies because of his lack of experience (he needs some time to get the hang of things with his partner) and he also doesn’t like them much

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

No, it would be very very hard to convince Viktor to try something knew, even if his lover knows he has fantasies about it

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Again, mechanically augmented body... This man can go for so long, don’t fucking test him

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

I don’t see Viktor using toys on himself but he wouldn’t be against the use of them in sex. If partner really likes it or insists, he could even try to make some customs for them (but he particularly doesn’t get the fuss)

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

He’s not much of a tease, not to the point of being unfair, but in the areas he has no knowledge (a master of controling speed and strenght) he would like to show off just a little (and never admiting he’s actually showing off) and teasing his lover to show he can 

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Viktor is generally quiet, but he does let out some groans, mostly in the beginning if his partner snatches off his mask and keeps his face close while they tease him or play with him

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

If his partner has a penis or can squirt, he will want them to cum on his mask (this is absolutely one of the things that will have to pried out of him with insistence and force because he would never admit it)

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

He is big, even though no one would be in his Academy years. He is big, and has never made any changes there 

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Viktor has a very low sex drive in general, and has always had despite the changes in his body and brain

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Because of his changed brain and body it takes so much to tire Viktor that he doesn’t sleep right after. He might if he feels like it, but it’s more like a nap because he has nothing to do than a recharging tared sleep

[allfattenedup]

I've been in problem-solving mode the last few weeks, trying to figure out what to do for my content going forward. If you're a follower or supporter of any kind, I'd really like you to read this, and I've put some gifs throughout as little rewards for your attention. 😄 Like this one:

Ugh look at that wobbly hang. 😫😫😫

So here's the thing. Unfortunately many people who sign up to my Patreon have been stealing their memberships. That is, signing up, receiving the month's worth of premium content, then cancelling their membership the day before billing and resubscribing the day after. A few people do this again and again, month after month. I'm actually in shock that Patreon facilitates this, they've been around long enough to close this massive loophole. From what I've read it's a big problem for other creators as well.

By the way, I also have a lot of absolutely wonderful, loyal patrons, and if you've never done this then the above is in no way directed at you. Thank you so much for your genuine support.

But with others, it’s become a problem. It's actually really heartwrenching, especially with the level of production that goes into some of my videos, to pour in hours of planning, shooting, editing, spending my own money to buy supplies, watching my patron numbers climb throughout the month and feeling proud that my work is paying off, only to see an enormous drop right before billing, of sometimes up to half. My subscription is so inexpensive as it is, but with some subscribers finding it acceptable to yank their pledge back at the last moment after I've delivered on my end, to save themselves eight bucks, I end up with a measly sum for the enormous amount of time and effort I put in, and it's not sustainable.

For a while I thought I might just leave. It wasn't just about the money, it was about being cheated by people who pretended to be supporters. It made me feel like I just didn't want to engage at all anymore, and that wasn't fair on all the wonderful patrons who are genuine. But to be honest, I don't think I can leave. I love this community so much, putting on weight makes me feel so alive and excited and sexy, and showing it off to you makes it ten times better. Gosh I'm sorry this is getting so long, I'll try to wrap it up quickly. Here's another gif:

So at first it looked like I had two options, and I didn't like either of them - significantly raise my subscription price, or turn on upfront billing. But those would be last resorts, if that, because I really don't want to do either of those. So as I was already developing a new content plan, I started to build in ideas for the ways that maybe the type of content I make could help solve this problem. So here's what I'm thinking:

• Fewer highly-produced videos (not never, I still have tons of ideas I want to film, but maybe not every single month) • More real-time 'insta stories' type content

People have been requesting more raw, unpolished content for a while now, and if I can for example pull out my phone and post a few stories when I've just finished gorging myself and am stuffed to the brim, or moments of me getting dressed into tight clothes, how I'm looking as I go about my day and so on, that may fill that demand and also solve this problem of the people who take my content and run.

The more I've thought about this idea, the more excited I am about it. There are so many possibilities with a more real-time content plan. I could live-post stuffings, show exactly how I'm fattening day to day, maybe even take you out on one of those tight-clothes walks I haven't done in a while. It would be a more intimate, almost feeder-feedee type experience. And ultimately I think the main advantage is that it'll let us engage more. I'm a few shy of 9,000 followers here on tumblr, and the best part about reaching that number is the community that's been created. I love it, it's definitely made me fatter, the encouragement is out of this world, and that's what I want to build on going forward.

In line with that I’ve also made a ko-fi, because I’ve had a lot of people get in touch wanting to sponsor a stuffing or something similar, and we don’t have venmo or cashapp in Australia so I never knew how to accommodate that, so I think that might work. The page is up and I’ll figure out how to start offering that in the next few days. You can DM me in the meantime if you’re interested.

If you've read this far, thank you so much. I'm sorry it was so long but I wanted to give proper background and I also probably needed to vent a little bit. I want to say I'm also open to suggestions and ideas, even other platforms I could try out. Advice from other content creators who've dealt with this problem would be especially helpful, but for now I think this plan is a really exciting way to move forward. I hope you do too!

[withingerly]

dramas I watched in 2023

I'm more of a reblogger/lurker here and I don't really post much (at all), but I was looking at my spreadsheet of dramas last month and realized I was about to hit an insane, personal record number of dramas watched in a calendar year. So I decided to write up a recap post, mostly for my own sake because I have a terrible memory.

I am closing out 2023 having watched 92 dramas. What the actual fuck. I thought watching 67 dramas in 2021 was a cry for help, but I really have no excuse for what happened this year. (To be fair, 43 of the dramas I watched in 2021 were c-dramas, whereas this year, 65 of the dramas I watched were BL, so by total hours watched [which is not actually a metric I keep], I did probably watch more in 2021.)

So, if you care to read about which of the 92 dramas I enjoyed the most this year, along with other random categories like favorite lead characters, favorite ships, and favorite drama with X trope, read on.

Favorite C-Drama: Mysterious Lotus Casebook

Okay, this was the year I finally got what all the fuss was about with Cheng Yi. He's honestly a little weird looking to me, but damn the dude is charismatic and magnetic and I could watch him spit up fake blood all day long. (Maybe someday I'll finish Immortal Samsara, but also I'm finally beginning to make my peace with the fact that xianxia just isn't really my thing, so maybe not.) Although Cheng Yi played a huge part in my love for Mysterious Lotus Casebook, it wouldn't be my number one c-drama of the year if everything else about it wasn't excellent too. This show gave us unhinged queen Jiao Li Qiao, Qiao Wan Miao finally cutting down Xiao Zi Jun as he deserved, actually interesting cases to solve, the best shiniang and the most pathetic shixiong. And oh yeah, a truly fantastic polyship. Pretty much every single thing about this drama was perfect to me, which is a rarity. This one is definitely going up there in my top 5 c-dramas of all time.

Runner Up: Love and Redemption

They really don't make dramas like they used to anymore – literally. I would love to rewatch this one, but I don't currently have the bandwidth to make it through all 59 episodes again. And the way they genderbent Xuan Ji in the final arc but still kept her love line with Si Feng as a central plot point regardless? Currently airing c-dramas wish they could (but no seriously, fuck censorship so hard). This one might also deserve all-time top 5 status, but I blazed through my first watch so fast and furious that I think I'd have to do a more reasonably paced rewatch to confirm. In any case, this was the drama I couldn't binge watch fast enough (only a Neo from the Matrix moment, where I literally upload the drama into my brain in an instant, would have sufficed), which is a testament to how thoroughly I enjoyed this one.

Favorite K-Drama: Revenant

It seems like every year there's a k-drama that makes me go against my own taste, and this year it was Revenant. I am pretty firmly anti-horror, but the gifs of Kim Tae Ri in this show got me so intrigued and she was an absolute beast. Her performance alone would have carried this to favorite status, but then my pathetic little man Hong Kyung showed up and I don't even know why I shipped them so hard but I really really did. 

Runner Up: Alchemy of Souls

I'm cheating and putting both seasons here because even though I've probably rewatched more bits from Light & Shadow, the second season wouldn't have any of the emotional weight it does without the first season, so I'm not picking between them and you can't make me. At first, I was so disappointed that Jung So Min had been recast, but I ended up loving the second season anyway. Actress switch aside, Light & Shadow feels like a very different show, but I loved the way they handled the repercussions of the first season in a way that felt both consistent and earned. 

Favorite K-BL: The Eighth Sense

Absolutely no question here. The Eighth Sense ate my brain while it was airing. It was the strong Shelter vibes at first, but then Seo Jae Won and Kim Ji Hyun totally won me over on their own merits. By the end of episode 9, my heart was in throat. 

Runner Up: Cherry Blossoms After Winter

When I started writing this out, I was not expecting Cherry Blossoms After Winter to be here at all, but it really snuck up on me. As soon as I finished the drama, I binge-read the webtoon, and then I ended up rewatching the series more than a couple times, so yeah, I enjoyed the hell out of this one, with all its old-school vibes.

Bonus Shout Out: Our Dating Sim

If Our Dating Sim had been a little angstier, it might have given the above two a run for their money, but regardless, I have to give it a shout out because "Have you been well, without me?" is a line that just lives in my brain rent-free from now on.

Favorite Tw-Drama: Oh No! Here Comes Trouble

This could just be the recency effect, but I might go so far as to say Oh No! Here Comes Trouble is my favorite Taiwanese drama of all time. The mysteries were engaging, it's funny, it's emotional – don't get me started on how many tears I shed. The acting and writing were just top notch, and if they bless us with a second season, I will be first in line to watch. 

Runner Up: About Youth

I don't think I hear many people talk about About Youth on here, so I feel pretty justified in calling it an underrated gem. It was basically, for me, a perfect drama all the way through. The main couple and the side couple were all wholesome babies and I wanted to protect them. Ye Guang's struggle in particular really resonated with me. I often think I'm getting too old for high school and college dramas, but when they hit that nostalgia factor just right, I am sold.

Favorite J-Drama: Utsukushii Kare: Eternal

Cheating a bit here because Eternal was a movie, but it was the final installment to the Utsukushii Kare series and it was perfect. We finally got the character growth I wanted, that made me believe these two crazy kids would actually make it. 

Runner Up: Tokyo in April Is…

My best friend pointed out recently that j-dramas are great with obsession, and yeah, I do love my j-dramas a little fucked up. Not only does this one feature obsession, but it also has another of my favorite tropes: second chances. Ren had my whole freaking heart, and the way he finally got his happy ending left me on the floor. That chase scene was one of my favorites.

Favorite Thai BL: A Tale of Thousand Stars

(Fun fact! Prior to this year, the only Thai BL that I had watched was Kinnporsche. RIP to me.)

This was definitely my hardest category, because it was my most-watched category (33 dramas), but I gotta give it to A Tale of Thousand Stars. Solid execution of some of my favorite tropes and it just ticked all the boxes: good pacing, good acting, good plot, good chemistry. And lucky me, we got Our Skyy 2 this year. I'm usually not that bothered by proposal scenes, but this one got me hard. It was exactly the kind of epilogue to Tian and Phupha's story that I didn't realize I needed.

Runner Up: Lovely Writer

On the complete other end of the spectrum, upending all our favorite tropes, is Lovely Writer. I rewatched this after watching a dozen more Thai BLs, and I have to say I enjoyed it even more. During my first watch, I hated the first half, only stuck with it because I liked Gene so much, and loved the second half. Upon rewatch, the first half was not nearly as unbearable, and I think it was because I could see that Sib was intentionally playing into a BL archetype. But still, the second half has all of my favorite moments. Once their shared history is revealed, Sib stops being a cardboard cutout and becomes more human, and the entire storyline picks up and I am much more invested in his and Gene's relationship. That dinner where they come out to their families is excruciatingly awkward and I love it (and the episode that follows) so much – those scenes alone elevate it to favorite status.

Favorite First Half of a Drama: Destined

I love both Bai Jing Ting and Song Yi, so my expectations for this drama were very high, and the first half of Destined absolutely delivered. Just sheer perfection, no wrong steps, everything I didn't even know I wanted. Unfortunately, that kind of means the show peaked when they found themselves in the wilderness, trying to get the other to survive out of sheer willpower purely because they believed in the other's goodness. THE BLOOD FEEDING!!! Ahem. So yeah, the second half was okay, it had its moments but was generally a little boring and predictable, but dear god that first half was incredible. 

Runner Up: The Blood of Youth

It may seem strange to have The Blood of Youth in this category, since I ended up giving it a 5/5 rating, but I just loved the Xiao Se x Wu Xin x Lei Wu Jie dynamic so much and as the show veered away from that, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Favorite Drama That I Wouldn't Actually Recommend to Other People: Love in the Air

I know some people loathe everything MAME touches, but Love in the Air worked for me on every level. Well, I wish the acting for the couple in the second half had been a little better (ducks and runs), but I loved the first half and still quite enjoyed the second half. I really wouldn't recommend it to anyone, but it speaks to my little lizard brain. 

Runner Up: History 4: Close to You

I absolutely get why this show is controversial and why people hate it. I also don't care. This show had some delicious angst, and I was emotionally invested in both couples. Just a thoroughly enjoyable watch, but yeah, unless you're familiar with certain BL tropes and know you like them, I wouldn't actually recommend this one.

Favorite ML: Li Lianhua / Li Xiangyi (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

Look, was it really going to be anyone other than this broken and silly man that feels the weight of the world on his shoulders and thinks his own life is worth less than everyone else's? It's been 4 months since I finished this drama, and I am still so emotional about Li Lianhua.

Runner Up: Xie Wei / Xue Ding Fei (Story of Kunning Palace)

I love an unhinged bastard, okay? When you realize that he loved her all along, her suicide in the first timeline hits that much harder. But I do love that he (albeit unknowingly) gets a second chance, and the man just goes for it. Never ever over the scene where he stabs his own hand, through the table no less, despite his obsession with playing the qin, to protect her. Romance storyline aside, I also love a good hidden identity trope (yes, there's a theme to this category). Xie Wei's revenge quest was delicious, and I freaking loved his scenes with Yan Mu and Yan Lin, all the meaningful looks and things unsaid until Yan Lin finally knelt in front of his cousin and acknowledged him.

BL Shout Out: Ai Di (Kiseki: Dear to Me)

It's hard to compare MLs from shows that run for 40 episodes vs. 12, but I have to shout out my favorite feral gangster Ai Di. I love me some good pining, and not only has this man pined for nearly his entire life, but he makes it everyone's problem. 

Favorite FL: Xu Hongdou (Meet Yourself)

Xu Hongdou was just so cool and kind and gorgeous, and okay, yeah, I had a big crush on her. I've never seen Liu Yi Fei in anything before, I didn't even realize she played Mulan in that recent Disney live action production until my sister pointed it out much later, but she's one of those actresses that can make me cry just by tearing up. Xu Hongdou felt like a real person, kind but not a pushover, strong but still vulnerable, and I somehow want to grow up to be her even though I'm older than her.

Runner Up (tie): Shim Woo Joo (Call It Love) / Gu San Yeong (Revenant)

This one is a tie because I loved both Woo Joo and San Yeong for the exact same reasons: they were just so fucked up but trying so hard, and more than anything, I just wanted them to be happy. While the ships in both dramas were great, for me the real otps were the FL x happiness.

Favorite Supporting ML: Wu Xin (The Blood of Youth)

Every time Wu Xin was on screen, it was just a breath of fresh air. I get that he's totally overpowered, so for plot reasons it made sense to remove him, make him mind controlled, etc. But every time he wasn't on screen, I missed him. Even though the casting was a bit of an odd choice (they gave us a man in his early 30s playing a teenager), I can't imagine loving Wu Xin as much as I did if it hadn't been Liu Xue Yi. He doesn't really manage to look like a teenager, especially next to Li Hong Yi and Ao Rui Peng, but he really pulled off Wu Xin's innocence and naivete and childish humor. He also gave Wu Xin a certain gravitas and realism that I don't think a younger actor could have pulled off.

Runner Up: Jin Fan (My Journey to You)

Jin Fan, my beloved. His backstory was delicious and made his relationship with Gong Ziyu even better. Also, the fact that he actually secretly liked Gong Zishang back the entire time??? My man.

Favorite Supporting FL: Yang Ying (A Journey to Love)

A YING MY GIRL. Her journey from neglected, unloved princess to capable and powerful grown-ass woman who marries a dude she doesn't love to protect her people was quite possibly my favorite thing about this show. I would 100% watch a drama just about her, and I so wish we'd gotten an actual glimpse of her and Li Tong Guang in that little epilogue in the final episode. Their alliance/marriage is fascinating to me. He Lan Dou better be a FL in some dramas asap. She was equally convincing as both a meek, terrified princess, helpless to the whims of bigger political machinations around her, and an icy cold princess in enemy territory, actually playing the game instead of just being a game piece, determined to not only survive but to also protect everyone she loves.

Runner Up: Yoon San (The Eighth Sense)

Shout out to the only person who was actually Jae Won's friend in this show. Yoon San was a total scene stealer for me, don't even get me started on that bit when she was singing by the fire on the beach (swoon), and I found her friendship with Jae Won really sweet and believable. I think this actress is super talented, she nailed the funny moments, she nailed the heartfelt moments, and I would love to watch her in another drama.

Favorite Non-Canon Ship: Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi (My Journey to You)

I did not go into this drama expecting to be so into these cousins/sworn brothers, but Gong Shangjue and Gong Yuanzhi's relationship as it unfolded throughout the show became the one I was the most invested in. I fully admit I'm a sucker for a dynamic where one party is wholehearted devoted to the other and also wholeheartedly believes the other is not nearly as devoted, so as soon as we got their tragic backstory, I was solidly on board.

Runner Up: Na Na x Da Mai (Meet Yourself)

I know Chinese censorship blah blah blah, but Na Na and Da Mai should have been girlfriends, cowards. I guess at the very least, neither of them ended up with a real love line of their own, but still, they should have been girlfriends. It just makes sense.

Technicality Shout Out: Li Lianhua x Fang Xiaobao (Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

The only reason this pairing isn't at the top of the list is because I, personally, don't consider them non-canon. They read to me exactly the same as the pairings in The Untamed and Word of Honor, thus they are canon.

Favorite Friendship: Pu Yiyong x Chen Chuying x Cao Guangyan (Oh No! Here Comes Trouble)

Watch the last episode of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble, and tell me this friendship trio didn't make you cry buckets. You know each of them is wondering how they ended up with the other two as friends, but somehow they're also totally ride or die and I love them all so much. 

Runner Up: Lom x Yiwa (Wedding Plan)

I loved Lom and Yiwa's long history together, the sacrifices they made for each other, their deep love born out of a bond of shared family pressure and mutual understanding. Their friendship actually drove the plot, and even when I was hollering at Lom to just be honest, his actions (and inaction) felt realistic once we got to know how important Yiwa is to him and why and once we had the context to understand how he had lived his life up to that point.

Favorite Found Family: Liudaotang (A Journey to Love)

If you've seen this show, I feel like it needs no explanation. These spies and scouts and murdery people with big ass swords and spiked shields and automatic crossbows were too good for this world. And the way their little family just kept getting bigger and bigger (spoiler: UNTIL IT DIDN'T) was so much fun to watch (spoiler: UNTIL IT WASN'T).

Runner Up: Rainbow Premium Taxi Service (Taxi Driver, Season 2)

I loved the way they addressed the end of season 1, by showing that these people are all a little messed up and they belong together and they really need the revenge business just as much as their clients do. When Kim Do Gi got roofied and he had his little housewarming hallucination, where they all wore matching slippers with hearts (!!), it honestly made me wanna cry a little.

Favorite Drama Featuring Friends to Lovers: My Only 12%

I don't know if it's because I missed it when it was airing, but I don't think I see many people talk about this show and I don't get why. This is to me quintessential friends to lovers. Seeiw and Cake's friendship felt absolutely real and lived in and honest, and the episode when Cake's family moved away had me bawling. Seeiw's pining physically hurt me, and Cake's confession scene in English could have been cringe but it was actually so fucking romantic.

Runner Up: Fake It Till You Make It

I don't know if everyone else would classify this one as friends to lovers because from the moment these two meet, it feels like they're teetering on the cliff of a romance or at least an excellent one night stand. But I just loved the way they flirted openly and then talked honestly about why they needed to stay friends and nothing more. I'm not typically that into "will they won't they" romances, but here, their hesitation to get more involved made sense emotionally, but at the same time their chemistry was fire and their attraction to each other was palpable, so it all just worked for me. Also friendship rings instead of couple rings was so stupid and I loved it.

Favorite Drama Where Nice Guys Finish First: Light On Me

This is totally not to say that Shin Da On isn't also nice, I just have no idea what to call this trope, but it's one of my faves, where the lead character ends up with the person they didn't actually fall for first. I did not foresee Tae Kyung ending up with Shin Woo at all, which is some poor media literacy on my part because all the hints are there from the beginning, but that kind of made the ride even more fun. One of the reasons I enjoy this trope so much is the built-in pining, and Shin Woo had some excellent pining. "Yesterday, today, and probably tomorrow, I will continue thinking about you" was a freaking great line.

Runner Up: My Ride

You might think a drama about two actually decent guys would be boring and lack conflict, but this drama employed this trope perfectly by starting out with Tawan getting a shot at his first love, the seemingly wonderful Por. So instead we got some great pining, Tawan being an oblivious sweetheart, and Mork trying so hard to be a good friend and not overstep, even as he was dealing with his own sexuality crisis. Just delicious.

Favorite Drama About Soulmates: Until We Meet Again

Did I only watch two dramas with the soulmate trope? Maybe so, but it's my list, so I do what I want. Until We Meet Again was what I would call a pitch perfect show – it delivered on everything it set out to do. I thought I was doing okay with the whole tragic soulmate storyline, but then I got to the very last episode and cried pretty much from start to finish. From the start, that episode got me so good and did not let up for like the next half hour, and so I was basically just left leaking tears until it all wrapped. Damn you, Fluke.

Runner Up: La Pluie

God this show was interesting. Smarter people than me have written a lot more nuanced and thoughtful meta than I ever could, so all I'll say is that I thoroughly enjoyed that a drama based on the premise of soulmates was really actually about how love is work. It wasn't a perfect show, but it was so interesting and the cast was so great that it was definitely a stand out.

For a true glimpse into my insanity this year, here is the full list of dramas I watched, including my ratings, in the order that I watched them:

Alchemy of Souls (4/5)

Alchemy of Souls: Light and Shadow (4/5)

Unchained Love (2/5)

Hi Venus (2/5)

The Blood of Youth (5/5)

Meet Yourself (5/5)

Silent (3/5)

Big Dragon (3/5)

Love in the Air (4/5)

My Tooth, Your Love (4/5)

Moonlight Chicken (4/5)

Utsukushii Kare: Season 2 (3/5)

A League of Nobleman (3/5)

Lovely Writer (4/5)

The New Employee (3/5)

Be Loved in House: I Do (2/5)

Not Me (3/5)

Tharntype (3/5)

Roommates of Poongduck 304 (3/5)

Theory of Love (3/5)

Tale of Thousand Stars (4/5)

Wish You: Your Melody from My Heart (2/5)

Our Dating Sim (4/5)

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (4/5)

Call It Love (3/5)

To My Star (3/5)

Bed Friend (3/5)

The Eighth Sense (5/5)

Taxi Driver: Season 2 (3/5)

Takara-kun & Amagi-kun (3/5)

A Shoulder to Cry On (4/5)

About Youth (5/5)

Light On Me (4/5)

Minato's Laundromat (4/5)

History 2: Crossing the Line (3/5)

History 1: Obsessed (2/5)

Dark Blue Kiss (3/5)

Together With Me (3/5)

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble (5/5)

My Engineer (3/5)

Never Let Me Go (4/5)

My Only 12% (4/5)

Black Knight (3/5)

Love Mate (3/5)

Until We Meet Again (4/5)

Love By Chance (4/5)

Bad Buddy (4/5)

Between Us (3/5)

Here We Meet Again (3/5)

Secret Crush on You (2/5)

Love Tractor (2/5)

My Ride (3/5)

Star in My Mind (2/5)

La Pluie (4/5)

2gether (3/5)

Destined (3/5)

Hidden Love (4/5)

Tokyo in April is… (4/5)

Revenant (5/5)

Mysterious Lotus Casebook (5/5)

Sing My Crush (3/5)

Bad Guys (3/5)

Love and Redemption (5/5)

Oh! Boarding House (3/5)

Stay By My Side (3/5)

Jun & Jun (3/5)

Fake It Till You Make It (3/5)

The Legend of Zhuohua (3/5)

My Lovely Liar (3/5)

My Journey to You (4/5)

Second Chance (3/5)

Lost in Translation (3/5)

My Personal Weatherman (3/5)

Wedding Plan (4/5)

Laws of Attraction (3/5)

Bon Appetit (3/5)

Oxygen (2/5)

Why R U? (Korea) (3/5)

Kiseki: Dear to Me (4/5)

Hidden Agenda (3/5)

Behind Cut (3/5)

History 4: Close to You (4/5)

Destined with You (3/5)

Dangerous Romance (3/5)

Story of Kunning Palace (4/5)

Perfect Marriage Revenge (3/5)

My Dear Gangster Oppa (2/5)

A Breeze of Love (2/5)

I Cannot Reach You (4/5)

Be Mine Superstar (3/5)

A Journey to Love (5/5)

Ai Long Nhai (3/5)

[softceleste]

thank you for responding to my previous ask. you eased my mind a lot because we evidently have similar feelings about this. i dropped a lot people last year but i’ll be honest that with everyone else it was easy. when it comes to her, it isn’t easy. it has been a decade for me too. the story in the screenshot you linked is what set me on this train of thought in the first place. i saw a screenshot of it for the first time last month and devastated doesn’t even begin to cover how i felt. it doesn’t help that i know how horrible the person the post was shared from is.

thank you for bringing up the point about the lack of support for trans people. i did notice that but i thought it was just in my head. i didn’t know about her interactions with vocal transphobes until just now and i’m deeply hurt about that fact. i am trans and knowing that there’s a very real possibility someone i loved and supported for so long believes that my existence is some sort of aberration is just.. i don’t think i can even bear to think about it right now

Of course, love! But yeah honestly I get it, like when you follow someone's career for so long, watching / giffing literally everything they're in - with how parasocial relationships are sometimes, it genuinely feels like having to say goodbye to a friend. Like... god I got into Kat like right after a near successful suicide attempt, and giffing her has brought so much joy to me in periods of my life when I was at my absolute lowest, and I think a part of me will always still be a bit grateful for that, you know? But yeah... yeah, no that IG story and noticing that trend I mentioned in my last post were personally outside my comfort zone and personal limits. And tbh I know she's really close to the guy who played a werewolf on a very popular children's show from the 2000s about wizards (...I'm trying to keep this out of celebs searches to avoid distressing their fans okay, I think everyone knows who I'm on about though, I hope) and he's always been an extremely vocal zionist, I unfollowed him years ago because of it - and he's not the only questionable friend, and I get a huge part of that is "Hollywood politics" but... I dunno, her taste in friends definitely is... not who'd I pick to associate with if you asked me to pick a list of people from Hollywood to associate with. And like looking at this as a person who's never really been able to have friends with people who's values misalign that much from mine I do find it hard to disassociate friends behaviors from someone, personally. I know a lot of people who are able to do that, it's just not a skill I personally possess, so knowing her friends politics does make me uneasy. That's just a personal limit, you know? It wasn't easy to drop her, and I've definitely had really weird emotions about it, so I get it. I'm sorry you're going through it too, anon

And yeah, like I don't know if she's still doing it because I don't follow her on Twitter anymore (I definitely hope she isn't - I'd love the news she stopped tbh) but she was liking/supporting the woman who wrote a certain set of children books very often, none of her explicitly transphobic tweets from what I saw personally, but I can't imagine that's it's possible to not know her political views by now. And she's like extremely close to a certain dc actor who also is the voice of a beloved Disney character from 2010, like "calls him whenever she has issues and needs advice" close we know is very transphonic and republican leaning in general, etc etc etc like... I obviously want to think/hope for the best because she's always been vocally supportive of gay rights, but there are a lot of terfs who are pro-gay rights and anti-trans ones so it was hard to not be like "oh I don't like this pattern" personally, you know? The most trans-positive thing I've seen (I had this linked to me by a fan of hers after posting that ask), is this tweet. But yeah, my personal experience was noticing that trend - I'd love to be wrong and just have missed stuff, but that's just my experience and I think as a trans person myself that I have a right to feel uncomfortable with the trend, that's all I'm saying.

But also another general reminder to everyone reading this - please don't send her fans anon hate, or any messages about this for that matter. Like seriously, I'm not cool with being mean to fans of people whatsoever, and I don't think anyone who follows her is a bad person or anything (like a lot of my friends still are kat fans and they're all great people). I know you didn't do it, but someone who saw my answer did, and if they also need to talk about their feelings right now (they must be intense if you're sending hate), my anon is open to them as well to hash them out productively (and I think my dms are too, but if they're not please lemme know and I can open them fast <3). Like I'm not making any hard accusations, I don't have any solid evidence, it's all just... observations, you know? Take everything I'm saying about her tonight as speculation based off my gut instincts and what I've personally witnessed (unless it's like a screenshot or a linked tweet) because that's literally what it is.

[hyunjinspark]

star lost with you | hyunjin au | part 2

synopsis: working in a quaint little art store, you’ve had the honor of meeting all kinds of people, but you’ve never met somebody like him.

there were many reasons hyunjin returned to his hometown; a getaway from the ephemeral and fast-paced life of the city, so he could fall in love with life again. he thought he was prepared for everything, to study art in the way that he’s always wanted to, but what he didn’t anticipate was meeting you.

hwang hyunjin realises that sometimes, the best things in life happen unplanned.

series: star lost with you

pairing: idol! hyunjin x artist! reader

genre: friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, set in the idolverse, mutual pining, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance

word count: 10K

warnings: cursing, angst, jealousy (kind of), so much dialogue, mature content and language, yn has a lot of questions lol

a/n: thank you for the amazing response for part 1! this is a much more conversation focused chapter, but i hope you still enjoy it. please tell me your thoughts after ! also, i imagine hyunjin in his hair and fit from ‘venom’ for this part :) thank you @ortali for this beautiful gif <3

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Hana’s hand fit perfectly into his.

The golden charm bracelet you’d bought together in middle school adorned her wrist, and it had never looked as pretty as it did now, linked with his hand. 

Every charm that hung off her bracelet had a memory attached to it; a little heart to signify the day of her first kiss, a bow and arrow from the time she was absolutely obsessed with The Hunger Games series, a rubber duck from the time you taught her to swim, and then… there was room for more, for all of the future memories you were going to create.

Yours was similar to hers, but far emptier, because your first kiss hadn’t been good enough to mark as a special memory, because you’d never really been obsessed with pop culture the way she had, and because the only thing you’d ever been in love with was art.

Unfortunately for you, art was far too abstract a concept to find in bracelet charms. The only thing you’d found at a local flea market, was a silver circle with the letters ‘create’ engraved into it, and that had been far too cheesy and obnoxious to attach to your person at all times.

You willed yourself to focus on that, instead of the funny feeling in your stomach.

“What?” 

That’s what you had said in response to the news of your best friend and her date. 

It wasn’t your proudest moment, and if Hyunjin hadn’t thought you were stupid before for the way you’d spilled soda all over yourself, he surely would think that now.

“My date!” Hana repeated, lifting their interlocked hands up to show you, as if that wasn’t the only thing you were looking at right now, “Say hi”

Why would you think he was your date? 

Embarrassment rushed through you, and you felt far too hot standing here. Your cheeks were definitely heated up, and you nodded, praying they couldn’t see the flush under the pink lighting. Since when had you started jumping to conclusions like so? Thankfully, you had the grace to not slip up or say something about the fact that you’d just assumed he was going to be your date for the night. 

He was Hana’s date. Of course. That’s why she had been so excited about this, and nervous. If it had just been somebody else from town, she wouldn’t have felt the need to make a big double date out of it.

He was exactly her type.

“Oh. Hi” Your voice unmistakably wavered, the squeak in it catching you off guard. 

Hyunjin smiled at you, unaware of the effect his presence had.

Your stomach turned as you watched him, and you quickly downed a sip of the soda cup in your hand. You realised immediately that it was a bad idea because it was definitely watered down, and left a bad taste in your mouth, which made you want to throw up.

You shouldn’t have come on the double date. You were clearly sick. 

You don’t even remember the last time you’d felt like this, as if something was wrong, but nothing was wrong.

It was the nervousness, and the anticipation.

You weren’t the kind of person who would ever go on blind dates, and that was a good enough reason for your stomach to be in knots right now. Maybe it also had something to do with the fact that you’d been wondering who Hyunjin was for all these years, ever since you saw him that summer, and now he was finally in front of you. How were you even supposed to act, without coming off as some sort of creep? 

Hana was smiling widely, and her eagerness calmed you. 

She was excited for this, and you wouldn’t ruin it for her. 

After all, this is what you had been talking about all this time, hadn’t you? For Hana to move on, and to find someone who could make her forget about the heartbreak Yeonjun had caused her.

You didn’t really know anything about Hyunjin yet, but something told you he was just that kind of boy, the one that made you forget everything else that could exist in the world.

“Y/N?” She asked.

Your gaze snapped to hers, eyes falling to the silver hoops in her ears that you’d gifted her for her last birthday “Yeah?”

Her eyes were wide, as if she was telepathically trying to ask you what was wrong, “Is that all?”

“What?”

“I mean, aren’t you gonna say hi to him?”

Your eyes fell on his, “Um, I just did”

She giggled, with a undertone of nervousness “Forgive me Hyunjin, she’s usually friendlier”

He glanced down at her, “Don’t worry about it, Hana”

God, what were you doing? This was your best friend’s date. You had to be nice to him, and talk like a normal person.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hyunjin” You spoke.

He smiled at you, a smile far too sweet for someone who looked like he did, “Likewise, Y/N. It’s nice to see you here too”

“Wait, do you two know each other?” Hana asked suddenly, stepping back. You gripped the soda cup tighter, unsure why you were still holding it as it dripped with sticky liquid.

“No” You said. 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, just slightly, as if he was surprised by your response, and Hana turned to him.

“Oh.... you just spoke like you were already familiar with each other” She hummed.

“We don’t” You waved it off, nonchalant “He just dropped by the store earlier. That’s all”

You didn’t know him, not really. Did it count as ‘knowing’ someone if you saw them years ago, and then somehow never forget about the encounter, and then met them again as your best friend’s surprise blind date?

Definitely not.

It was just a weird, freakish coincidence.

Hyunjin nodded along at your response, not protesting. Hana didn’t seem fazed, probably because she was indulging in the warmth of the cute boy’s hand instead of your strange behaviour.

“So…” You squeezed the cup “Isn’t there someone else coming?”

It would be funny if you got stood up by your blind date.

Hana immediately pulled her phone out to check, “He should be right here, don’t worry. He just texted me that he’s outside”

Who was he?

You hummed in response, lifting the cup to your mouth again. You didn’t want this soda, but drinking it would at least give you something to do instead of stare at the couple in front of you. Busying yourself was infinitely better than being awkward, so you tipped your head back, drinking the leftover drink.

You resisted the urge to gag at the terrible taste as it made its way down your throat.

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at you.

“What?” 

“Is that good?” He asked.

“Yeah” You lied, drinking some more to cover up your awkwardness. 

He nodded, the corners of his lips curling up, as if he knew you were lying. Except he didn’t know you. You’d barely even talked to each other. 

Hyunjin’s eyes were focused on you as you sipped the soda, and you felt far too conscious.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other” You ended up saying, to take the heat off yourself. Fuck. It sounded so accusatory, but you were curious. 

Hana had never mentioned knowing this boy. Did he just materialise out of thin air, like he had all those years ago at Aera’s?

Hana brightened up, as if she was waiting to be asked that question, “I bumped into him at the supermarket, right before San’s party! I was there to pick up a carton of beer, because I thought San would like it and he would kill me if I showed up late and empty handed…and then I saw Hyunjin. I know! What are the odds?”

“Huh, wait, so, that’s how you know each other? From the supermarket?” You asked, question directed at Hana, because how did she miss telling you this? It was extremely unlike your best friend to meet a handsome stranger, and not spill the details to you. Especially when all she had wanted was to meet the love of her life that night.

“Trust me, I was just as surprised” Hyunjin spoke, chuckling, “I’ve never met anybody who’s so…forward”

You hadn’t expected him to answer. In fact, you found it better to ignore that he was here. His presence made you…anxious.

You kept your eyes trained on Hana’s, despite him addressing you, and maybe that was rude of you, but you were sure you’d say something dumb if you looked right at him and that stupidly intimidating face of his.

“I’m sure you are, but that’s Hana for you. She’s very spur-of-the-moment romantic” You quipped, chewing the rim of the cup.

They seemed perfect, hand-in-hand, eyes sparkling. She looked absolutely adorable today, hair pulled up into two messy space buns, and a white top with lacing on the hem. 

She looked just as cute as she had on San’s party. Even though you hadn’t been there, you’d seen all of the pictures. If you were Hyunjin, you would have also said yes to a random date in the grocery store, if the girl asking you looked like her.

Hana had a perfectly enchanting look to her, full cheeks, big eyes, curled hair, and she wasn’t too different from a princess in shows you used to watch growing up. It was one of the things that had attracted you to her, when you had met her as a little kid. You’d seen her across the classroom, in her puffy pink dress, and red cheeks, and known that you were going to love, and adore her.

She was smiling up at Hyunjin, as she pointed out all the games in the arcade that she’d loved as a kid. They were engrossed in conversation, and your soda tasted terrible, so you put it aside. This was a double date, so where was the boy Hana set you up?

The excitement you’d felt for those few seconds when you saw Hyunjin here, had now dissipated into apprehension. You’d been curious about him for so long, and there was so much you wanted to ask him. 

Firstly, who the hell was he?

If he lived in town, why hadn’t you seen him for all these years? Even if he was homeschooled, there’s no way he could have kept himself hidden for the past few years or so. And if he didn’t live in town, why had he shown up to Aera’s, of all places, the day it opened? 

Nobody else had, except him, and you obviously.

Where had he been for all these years, and more importantly, why was his hair the color of the sun? 

Felix was the only boy you knew who willingly chose to dye his hair such an unnatural color and it had pretty much fried his hair by now. Maybe it was a stupid thought to have, but you wanted to know why Hyunjin made such a bold choice. You feel like even such a simple answer as that, would tell you more about what kind of person he was. 

Maybe it was because you’d always been curious about people, and what made them tick. Part of the reasons you loved volunteering at the art classes in The Château was because you met all kinds of people there, from all parts of the world, and most of them were always so easy to read.

As you watched Hana lean onto Hyunjin, their hands still interlocked, you realised you couldn’t ask him any of this. At least, not right now. It wasn’t appropriate. 

You would have to instead spend tonight talking to your own mysterious date, and your interest was fading by the second. It was so unlike you to be here, completely out of your comfort zone. You loved talking to people, especially getting to know all about them, but maybe tonight wasn’t your night, because you only felt dread, and nervousness.

The dress you’d fished out of your closet was surely a waste, and you wonder why you dressed up. You could’ve been at home, working on your unfinished projects.

Why did you have to say yes?

When Hana had called you last night, telling you how she’d found the perfect guy for you, you would be lying if you say that your heart didn’t skip a beat. Of course it did. Even if you weren’t actively looking for love, or to date anybody…her words had sparked butterflies in your stomach. You weren’t sure what you were expecting though.

Your date wasn’t here, clearly he didn’t care enough, and Hana was perfectly capable of having fun on her own. Her and Hyunjin seemed to be getting along well already, and you felt uncomfortable standing there.

“There he is!” She yelled, and you whizzed around, curious for who this boy was going to be.

Oh god.

You knew she had been up to something, as a clueless Kim Seungmin made his way to you. 

Seungmin was dressed well, but simple, like he always was, a cardigan slipped over his shirt, and when his eyes locked onto yours, he faltered in his tracks. 

You’d never met him outside of the art classes at Le Château. 

This was going to be awkward. He was practically your boss. 

Fuck.

“Shocker, Kim Seungmin is so freaking late!” Hana exclaimed, rushing over to him.

He nodded, wringing his hands together “I’m sorry Hana, I was just caught up with some work”

His eyes trailed off to you, as you awkwardly stood behind them, “Y/N…fancy seeing you here”

Well maybe Seungmin as your date would be better than a total stranger. At least you were comfortable with him. 

Why did he say yes to going on a date with you though? He’d never shown any kind of interest towards you, in more than a platonic way. 

He shot you another nervous glance, a gentle smile on his face. 

It sounded like a paradox, but if he was just as nervous as you were, that would somehow calm your nerves down exponentially. He didn’t even have anything to be nervous about. You two met up every week. The only difference was that you were dressed slightly fancier, not that Seungmin would ever have the grace to notice something as inconsequential as your outfit.

Regardless, it made you feel good that you made him nervous. Perhaps he was looking forward to tonight, and to this date.

You stepped up to him, a smile playing at your lips, “You as well, Seungmin. I didn’t know you’re into bowling”

He laughed, “I was promised a free game, and drinks”

“Ouch. My company wasn’t enough?” You joked.

“Respectfully Y/N. I didn’t know you were gonna be here”

Your heart dropped at the revelation. He didn’t even know he was going on a date with you? Your gaze darted to Hana. That was embarrassing. Was it so tough for her to find anyone interested in going on a date with you? 

You’d assumed that Hana’s reason for a ‘blind date’ was just something to trick you into coming, because if she told you who it was going to be, you would probably have said no.

You wonder if Seungmin would have showed up, if he knew you were his date…

Hyunjin stepped up to him, shaking his hand, in a gesture far too uncharacteristic of someone your age.

Seungmin nodded at him, “It’s nice to see you out of that room”

Hyunjin smiled, looking down at his shoes bashfully “Just thought it’d be nice to get out”

So they knew each other too? Of course they did. It was strange that everyone except you had had an encounter with the boy. 

You wonder if Yongbok knew him.

Your curiosity was bubbling up further by the second, but you restrained yourself from asking anything invasively stupid. You’re sure Hana wouldn’t appreciate you interrogating the first date she’s ever had.

“Guys, we should get a bowling lane for ourselves before those fucking kids hijack them for another round” Hana said, far too loudly, definitely drawing the attention of said kids, and parents. An older couple shot your group a dirty look, but paired with Hana and Hyunjin’s apologetic smiles, you had a feeling they wouldn’t hold a grudge for very long. It’s like they say, attractive people can get away with a lot more.

Hyunjin laughed, cheeks flushing, “Okay, Hana”

She turned to Seungmin, extending her hand forward, “Come with me to the counter please”

“Why me?” He crossed his arms.

Hana shrugged, smiling playfully “Why not you?”

He rolled his eyes, “Just say you want me to use my employee discount”

“You work here? I didn’t know that” You asked him. 

He smiled at you, “Used to. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Y/N”

“Well, that’s what tonight is for! Getting to know how perfect you are for each other.” Hana interrupted, all subtlety forgotten.

Seungmin turned red at her words “All right, cupid, let’s get the tickets first. Y/N and Hyunjin, I assume I can trust you with the drinks?”

Wait… what? 

They were splitting up from you? 

They were going to leave you alone with Hyunjin?

You looked to him, for any visible signs of distress, but Hyunjin just smiled at them “Of course you can trust us”

“I can go with Seungmin” You blurted as they began walking away, ignoring Hyunjin’s gaze on you. Seungmin was your partner for the night after all. Shouldn’t you be spending time with him instead of your friend’s date ?

Hana turned around, rolling her eyes “How eager. You’ll get him to yourself all night, Y/N, don’t worry. I’m just stealing him away for a minute”

Seungmin nodded along, “Anyway it’s not like we’re leaving you alone. You have Hyunjin to keep you company”

Great.

»»————-

“What’s good here?” The boy in question nudged you.

You shifted away, peering up at the flashing signboard, even though the menu hadn’t changed since you were fifteen and you had it memorised by now. 

Hyunjin was looking expectantly at you.

You pushed your hands into your jacket pockets, “Coke”

He let out a chuckle, timid “Is that really all?”

The girl at the counter was staring at you. You weren’t sure if it was because you were taking so long to tell her your order, or because Hyunjin was standing next to you.

You wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter. For somebody your age, he was dressed far too well.

The white button up shirt he had on would have been extremely formal in the context, but the leather jacket made him blend seamlessly into the dim atmosphere, and he looked so put together. The jacket had silver detailing all across the collar, sleeves and chest. It made you wonder how expensive that piece of clothing was, for it to have chains on it but still manage to not look tacky in the slightest.

The darkness of his outfit made you wonder once again why he always chose to dress this way, as if he was trying to subvert attention, although the purpose of that would definitely be defeated by his hair. It was so light in color. 

It was the kind of hair you’d only seen on television, or on Mattel Barbies. You wonder how many times he must have bleached it to get the color so light.

“Everything okay?”

“What?” 

Hyunjin blinked, an unreadable expression on his face “No, you were just…you were staring at me”

You flushed, turning your attention back to the menu. 

“The ice cream float is good too” You spoke, a lame attempt to ignore what he’d just asked you.

Hyunjin hummed, eyes darting over the display shelf, “Does Hana like that too?”

“Yeah. She gets it every time we come here” You smiled at the memory.

Hyunjin nodded, seemingly pleased with the response, and then turned to the girl at the counter, “Could I please get four floats?”

She smiled, entering it in, eyes darting up to Hyunjin every other second, “Anything else?”

He looked to you, “Do you want anything, Y/N?”

“Um, I’m fine”

He nodded, turning to the counter as he looked over the menu, his fingers tracing down all the listed items with so much focus. It was cute, like a kid in a candy store. 

“Could I get a plate of nachos?” He finally asked, having decided what he wanted.

“Of course” The girl beamed. She was profusely blushing, pink coating her cheeks as she hurriedly punched in the order. Hyunjin seemed oblivious to it, all smiles, as he reached into his pocket to hand her the money.

“Wait, I got it” You spoke, fingers curling around his wrist to stop him.

He turned to you, “It’s just a few drinks, Y/N”

“Yeah, but you’re the guest of honour and everything, so let me pay”

He let out a chuckle at your words, “Y/N. I honestly got it, don’t worry about it”

He shook your hand away, handing over the money and you frowned. The girl at the counter seemed happy that he had won this little scuffle because it possibly gave her more time with him, based on the bright smile on her face as she thanked him.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the counter as you looked around the place. The bridal party from before had now moved into a booth, divulging in the drinks and food Sunset Bowl had to offer. Hana and Seungmin stood by Lane 8, laughing over something as they looked at you. You shot them a small wave, and Hana jumped, gesturing you to hurry up.

Since when did Hana know Kim Seungmin so well? You’re sure she only set you up with him because you mentioned him at the diner the other day, she must have really thought you were hooking up with him. But you only knew him because you had taken up work at Le Château a while ago, which she wasn’t aware of. 

You weren’t sure how she’d react if she found out.

Like Felix, Hana had also always expressed concern for the way you apparently overworked yourself. She was a live-in-the-moment kind of person, and to explain to her why you were investing so much time and effort into this would be a futile task. She would never understand your need to keep yourself occupied, instead of just sitting around and waiting for summer to end.

You hope Seungmin didn’t mention that to her.

Now that you think of it, you wonder why Hana felt he was ‘made-in-a-factory perfect’ for you.

There was no question that Seungmin was great. He was gentle, and kind, and talented, and he was absolutely stunning. His presence always put you at ease, and he had a way to make you laugh no matter the context. 

He was easily one of the nicest boys you’d met, but you’d still never considered him as a potential romantic interest. 

To be honest, you’d never felt that way about anybody before.

You weren’t sure if it was fair of him to be paired up with you, since you had never thought of him like that. You didn’t want to lead someone on, or to hurt their feelings, especially someone as sweet as him. If things ended awkwardly tonight, it also would surely ruin your time at The Château.

Ugh. 

You were thinking too much. Perhaps you could just enjoy tonight, and let it be. Live in the moment, as Hana always did. You doubt she thought this much when she spotted Hyunjin at the supermarket, a complete stranger to her, and asked him out.

Seungmin was laughing in the distance, his doe eyes, and full smile making your heart warm. He was pretty much perfect, but something…was missing.

You wish you knew what.

Maybe the problem was you. You hadn’t even tried to explore your feelings towards him.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?”

You whipped your head to the voice.

Hyunjin was leaning against the counter, an unparalleled tenderness in his voice as he asked you that. His hand rest on the countertop, fingers tapping an unknown beat as you both waited for the food to arrive.

“Hmm?”

He glanced down, “I don’t mean to overstep since we just met but… it just seems like something is bothering you”

How could he possibly know that? You were sure your expression didn’t give off your thoughts. But he also seemed to somehow know about the colours on the shelf the other day, which had been troubling you for weeks on end. You’d been meaning to ask him about that too.

He was insanely intuitive for a 20 year old boy.

Hana had known you her entire life, and she still couldn’t tell when things were bothering you. Huh. 

“Sorry. I guess I’m just tired”

He chuckled softly, eyes narrowing, “You don’t need to apologise, Y/N. I was just worried about you”

Worried about you? He didn’t even know you. 

Why was he being so nice?

The neon sign above his head read “sweet candy”

The colours reflected onto him, and you wonder how his face was so perfectly shaped. 

You’d never seen someone like him in real life, and he looked far similar to the kind of people you drew in your paintings. But they only ever existed in the bounds of your canvases, and to see someone like that in front of you, it was…weird. Even the people in your paintings had imperfections, he didn’t.

Despite how kindly he talked, you weren’t sure how Hana could be so open with him already. He was intimidating, and he was hard to read. A tough combination. 

You let your gaze wander over him. His hair was messily curled, but every tendril fell perfectly into place. How was that even possible, for something so random as hair, to still frame his face so delicately, as if every strand was calculated? Hell, you could probably spend fifty hours trying to recreate that onto your canvas, but your strokes wouldn’t match up to the real thing. 

His hair was absolutely captivating, and maybe you were developing an obsession with it. 

Purely artistic.

You glanced away, “You don’t have to be. I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see Kim Seungmin here”

“Why? Is he not your type?” 

You shrugged. You didn’t know what your type was, and even if Seungmin wasn’t your type, you weren’t sure if you would straight up tell Hyunjin that. 

“I’m not really a blind date kind of person”

That was still the truth.

He laughed, awkwardly “Oh, don’t worry about it. Neither am I. This would be my first time…”

People like him probably didn’t ever need to rely on the concepts of “blind” dates. Lucky.

You turned to him, “How come you said yes then?”

He shrugged “Between the two of us… I didn’t know I was going to until I said it. It was crazy, agreeing to go on a date with a stranger I met in the bread aisle…but I suppose I wanted to do something crazy”

“Hana’s just like you. I guess you’ll really get along then”

He smiled softly, “I guess we will”

»»————-

Song Hana was a legend when it came to bowling. 

Maybe it was because she’d spent every single birthday perfecting the skill, because the thought of being a sore loser at her own party was far too disappointing. Regardless, she was much better  at it than you could ever hope to be. It was surprising to most people because Hana was petite, but bowling was more about skill than strength and she was excellent.

Seungmin was bent over the bench, tying the laces of his shoes neatly. 

A tray of hot dogs balanced on the plush seat next to him.

“So, what did you get us?” He asked, without looking up, as you and Hyunjin approached them, drinks in hand.

“Ice cream floats?” Hana cried, excitedly, running over. 

“I got you an extra cherry” Hyunjin told her, gesturing to her glass.

Hana’s eyes widened, picking up the bright red cherry by the stem “You’re serious? The cherry’s my favourite part!”

He laughed as she popped it in her mouth, “I guessed it was”

Where did he get that? 

The employees here definitely never let you or Hana have one, and you’d been coming here as a kid.

“Wow, the girl at the counter must have really found you handsome” You commented, staring at your singular sad cherry.

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, she’s never been that generous with any of us” You frowned. Hana nodded in agreement before busying herself with the nachos.

Hyunjin tilted his glass towards you, so you could see the top of it. 

It was empty, save for the cream. 

He’d given Hana his own? 

But the cherry was the best part...it was the reason you got ice cream floats in the first place.

“Oh” You spoke stupidly as you stared at the bare whipped cream.

He shrugged, with a small smile “I guess she didn’t find me handsome after all”

“Come on, when are we starting the game?” Seungmin piped up, before you could respond to Hyunjin and tell him that he couldn’t be more wrong.

“It’s us versus the two of you” Hana declared, slinging her arm around Hyunjin as she sipped on her drink.

“We’re gonna lose” You realised.

Seungmin laughed, popping a nacho in his mouth “Do you happen to be a terrible bowler, Y/N?”

“I’m not terrible”

“She’s the absolute worse, Minnie. You have your work cut out for you”

“Bowling is a very specific, and niche and useless skill to possess anyway, so it hardly matters” You frowned.

“What a way to impress your date” Hana rolled her eyes.

Seungmin grinned at her, “Oh but I’m already very impressed by her”

“I’m new to this too, so you won’t be the only one making a fool out of yourself” Hyunjin added. 

You blinked at him “I doubt you could ever make a fool of yourself”

He raised his eyebrows, “Well, say that again to me in an hour, Y/N”

Seungmin laughed, pushing you to the rack “Come on, go up first, tragically awful player”

You sighed, staring at the different balls, and grabbed a dark blue one. It felt like the lightest, the weight easy in your hands. You slipped your fingers into the thumb and finger holes.

Hyunjin and Hana settled down on the bench, the plate of nachos between them as they expectantly looked at you.

You looked up at the scoreboard. 

0 , 0.

“That’s the last time it’ll be even, Seungmin. You best get used to it” You mumbled, heading up to the lane.

Seungmin followed behind you, his hands on your shoulders “You can’t possibly be that bad”

You took a step back, taking in a deep breath, and bending down to get into position.

You moved forward, squinting at where you wanted the ball to go, and the path you wanted it to follow.

Hopefully you could knock at least one pin down.

You let out a breath, closing your eyes briefly before you rolled the ball forward. 

It went straight for the gutter, and Seungmin let out a loud laugh.

You frowned, stepping back, not bothering to look at the terrible outcome of your swing.

“I take my words back” He laughed.

“Can’t we play with the rails up? I haven’t done this in years” You asked, hands on your hips.

“The kiddie bumper?” Seungmin raised his brows.

“Don’t call it that” You sighed.

“Come on, you have one more chance” He spoke.

“One more chance to embarrass myself”

Seungmin laughed “Come on, just give it a shot”

You nodded, doing as he said so. The ball didn’t immediately go into the gutter, which was a win, and it ended up hitting just one pin in the process. 

Disappointing.

You don’t remember being this bad as a kid at this. Perhaps you should just stick to art, and nothing that had anything to do with sports.

“That’s better than none!” Seungmin spoke, squeezing your shoulders.

“You’re too kind” You sighed. Why hadn’t you just gone for a movie or dinner instead of this?

Hana and Hyunjin were looking at you, and Hyunjin spoke, sincerity laced in his tone, “It wasn’t so bad”

It sounded so genuine that you would feel bad calling him out for the undertone of sarcasm. You sat down with a huff, stuffing a salsa-dipped nacho into your mouth.

Seungmin stepped up for his turn, picking a 15pound ball. 

“Wait, I need to film this” You spoke, before he could go.

Seungmin turned to look at you, hand on his hip, “Why? So you can laugh at me later?”

“Of course not, I just want to immortalise your victory” You teased, but you were only joking, because you expected him to lose, and you gaped as he managed to knock down a few pins.

Seungmin laughed, turning to you, “Immortalise my victory, you say?”

“Shut up” You flushed “I didn’t know you’re actually good at it”

At least your team wasn’t completely hopeless.

“I think everyone and their mum is better than you at this, Y/N” Hana pointed out.

Hyunjin drew in a breath, “Ouch, Hana, that’s harsh”

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, sitting down.

Hana turned to him, a face of betrayal “You’re on my side or hers?”

Hyunjin laughed, eyes darting to you, “I’m on the side of not being mean to people”

Hana gasped, “We need to break up then”

You laughed at her dramatics, “Don’t worry Hyunjin, she's only like this with me. She’s a sweetheart otherwise”

Hyunjin smiled at you, “I know”

Hana had shifted closer to him, but she had her hands in her lap, and it was a telltale sign of her nervousness. 

You couldn’t blame her, this was the first boy she was seeing after Yeonjun, if you don’t count San. With San, things were different because they already knew each other, and all the ice had been broken. There was no awkwardness. Maybe you should converse more, after all, that’s why you’d come along, so you could make sure she was comfortable.

Hana bit her lip, looking at Seungmin instead Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s eyes were also focused elsewhere, as he slowly bit onto a nacho.

“So…how did she ask you out?” 

Hana and Hyunjin’s eyes snapped to yours at the question.

“Yes please. I need to know this story as well. I’m curious as to how you got him out of his room” Seungmin added, coming in to sit next to you as he casually swung an arm around you.

“What do you mean by that?” You couldn’t resist asking, even though you’d told yourself to keep your curiosity at bay.

He leaned back into the chair, hand dipping into the tray of nachos, “Well, Hyunjin’s been back in town for almost a month but I bet you’ve never seen him out. That’s because he’s always holed up in that little room of his, completely alone, doing god knows what. I’ve urged him to come out so many times, but it’s always a no. Thus, Hana you’re truly a miracle worker and perhaps my favourite person for bringing Hwang Hyunjin out of the house”

“Hwang Hyunjin?” You repeated. There were a lot of questions you had from what Seungmin had just revealed, but his name struck a chord.

It was familiar.

Seungmin laughed, pointing at you “It’s also a miracle how you’re always out of the loop”

You blinked at him, “I don’t understand”

“And I’m not alone Seungmin. I have Kkami” Hyunjin responded, a small pout on his face. His brows were scrunched together in faux sadness.

Your stomach flipped at the sight, and you looked away. Maybe you’d drank too much soda.

“What is Kkami?” Hana asked, leaning forward, to keep up with the conversation.

“His puppy” Seungmin answered.

You suddenly remembered the sign-up sheet for the art classes that he had asked you to check, and the name on it which had confused you.

Hwang, H.

“Wait, you’re the one who signed up for all of the weekend classes at The Château?” You blurted, like a dumbass. 

You hadn’t meant to pry so much, and Hana was right there and she couldn’t know you volunteered there. Not yet.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, along with Hana’s.

“Yeah I did” He answered you, softly.

“How do you know that?” Hana asked.

Before Seungmin could say something, you interrupted him “Oh, Seungmin mentioned it in passing the other day…”

You squeezed his hand, hoping he would get the hint.

He slowly nodded, loudly biting onto the chip, and you knew Seungmin would question you later, but you were thankful that he didn’t question you now. He swiftly changed the topic “So, tell us how she asked you out”

Hyunjin laughed at the memory, turning to look at her “Well, I was - ”

“Let me tell the story!” Hana jumped in, her nervousness already subsiding, and you were glad it had worked. Hyunjin nodded, crossing his arms with a fond smile so she could speak.

“So, you know how I was late for San’s party, and I knew he would get mad at me, so I thought a carton of beer would cheer him up, cause well, he loves beer. Then I was in the section, and I see him there, and obviously I pretty much stop dead in my tracks” She gestured to him, and he laughed, feeling embarrassed. 

“So, how did you talk to him?” Seungmin asked.

“Well, he was tall…so I asked him to help me get some bread from the top shelf, something I absolutely did not need, but well, a cute boy was getting it for me so I didn’t care”

You laughed, that was so definitely something Hana would do.

“And then…I asked him his name, and then I asked him if he’s ever been to Sunset Bowl”

“Wait, really? That’s all?” You asked, leaning forward. You thought there would be more of a conversation, or build up, but she really went straight into it.

“Yup” She smiled proudly, “I went for it! And it worked”

Hyunjin laughed “I think part of why it worked was because I was so caught off guard”

Hana frowned at him, pouting “Not because you thought I was cute as hell?”

Hyunjin smiled at her, his eyes crinkling as he reached into her lap to grab her hand, “Of course. I thought you were so cute. That was the other part of it, Hana”

Wow. 

Your heart flipped. It wasn’t even much, but it was the way he said it. When had you ever heard a compliment so genuinely spoken, that wasn’t in a book written by women or a 90s romcom?

Hana burst into a grin, reaching forward to loop her arms around him, “You’re such a sweetheart”

You couldn’t help but smile as she buried her face in his hair. This is what she had been talking about.

It was only midway through their first date, but you knew that this was what she was looking for. You just never thought she would have found it so quickly, and so close to home. You suppose you were right when you said that only your best friend could find the love of her life on a Thursday night, surrounded by bread at the local 7/11.

“Gross” Seungmin spoke, and Hyunjin laughed.

He smiled as he pulled back, “Come on, it’s our turn now”

“Yes!” Hana yelled, realising why you were all here as she rushed to grab a bright pink ball. 

You watched with bated breath as she indeed scored a strike, knocking down all ten pins. On her first try.

“Fuck, it’s not fair that she’s so good”

“Or maybe it’s not fair that you’re so bad” Seungmin added.

“Hey! Kim Seungmin, you could try to be nicer to your date” You mumbled.

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back, “Trust me Y/N. This is me being nice”

“I feel truly blessed” You rolled your eyes, and he pinched your cheek teasingly.

“You’re up, Hwang” Seungmin spoke.

Hyunjin took in a deep breath, standing up. He’d taken off the leather jacket for ease, leaving him in just the white shirt now. He’d rolled up the sleeves, leaving the top two buttons undone, and you noticed the silver necklace that rested against his collarbones.

It was pretty.

He walked over to the rack, staring at all of the balls as they rolled back in. You wonder if he would go for an easy, light-weight one as a beginner, but he went straight for the heavier choice. He slipped his fingers into the purple ball, giving you both a once over before he stepped up to the lane.

“Please don’t make us lose” Hana mumbled, biting her finger, eyes darting to the scoreboard.

“I’ll try” He promised her.

Hyunjin brushed his hair back, getting into position.

You gaped at him, as he got into perfect form.

He had never bowled before? That was clearly a lie.

He took a step back, bending down before letting the ball slip from his hands and roll ahead. The sound of the ball hitting the floor reverberated throughout the alley. It moved so effortlessly, and smoothly, going straight into the pins and knocking most of them down.

“What!” Hana screamed, running over to him as she grabbed his arm, “You’re so fucking good!”

Hyunjin seemed surprised too, as he stared at the knocked over pins, “I am?”

“Ah! I’m so happy I picked you” She laughed, throwing her arms around him. Hyunjin laughed in disbelief, hugging her back.

Seungmin let out a groan, “We are definitely losing”

You sunk into your seat, shoving another chip into your mouth, “Let’s go home now”

“Ah no, come on Y/N. You have to try again” Hyunjin spoke, bringing a cosy Hana in his arms. She was beaming, and you were sure it was 90% because she found someone as good as her at this. She absolutely hated being on the losing team.

“It’s not possible that this is your first time” You spoke.

Hyunjin raised his eyebrows “It really is”

“But…you’re so good!”

Hana smirked “Jealous?”

“You have perfect form. It can’t be your first time” You repeated, scowling.

“That’s because he’s a dancer”

“He’s a what?”

Seungmin laughed “He’s a dancer. Things like this must come naturally to him, that’s probably why he has - ”

“You’re a dancer?”

Hyunjin stared at you, a smile pulling at his lips “Yeah, I am”

“Like contemporary? What do you…dance?”

“You can ask him all the boring stuff later, Y/N. I know you’re just stalling your turn” Hana rolled her eyes, pulling you up out of your seat.

“But…” You trailed off, glancing at Hyunjin’s face once before Hana pushed you up to the lane.

You had so much to ask him. At most, you thought he was just an aspiring artist. 

A dancer? You would never have expected that…perhaps it explained why he was so charismatic. 

Seungmin joined you, rubbing his hand soothingly over your arm, “Look at the bright side Y/N. You can’t do worse than you just did”

»»————-

“You know, by probability, you should’ve knocked at least one down by now” Seungmin spoke. Hyunjin and Hana behind you laughed loudly, all comfortable on the bench, as they huddled over the last plate of nachos and cheese.

It had been seven rounds, and you had consistently lost every single one.

Seungmin was right. You should’ve got at least one.

“How are you so bad at this, but so good at everything else you do?” He asked, arms crossed as you glared at the cursed bowling lane.

“That almost felt like a compliment” You replied, turning back for the walk of shame to the bench. You sank into your seat, grabbing your cherry float, “I’m tired, and hungry”

Hana was whispering something into Hyunjin’s ear, and you quirked an eyebrow at the mischievous smile on her face.

“What are you up to now?” You asked.

“Let’s switch” Hana announced.

“Switch?”

“Since you’ve been complaining about how unfair the teams are, let’s switch! Hyunjin can pair up with you. Then we can do…best of three for the new teams, and decide the winner based on that!”

Hyunjin shrugged, “That sounds fair”

How was it fair? Hyunjin was willingly agreeing to be on your team, which would definitely lose. You didn’t question it though, because if he was okay with it, maybe he had a plan.

Seungmin quipped, “Hwang, you’re just signing up to lose at this point”

“And what are the winning privileges?” You asked.

“The loser gets the others dinner. Anything of their choice”

“Fine” You nodded, and then pointed at Hyunjin “But I’m not buying that this is your first time, so our only shot is you”

Hyunjin laughed, stepping closer to you. He grabbed you by the forearm to lead you to the lane, away from your friends, “Listen to me”

You were too shocked by the way he’d grabbed you, fingers delicately wrapping across your arm, like he was afraid of overstepping but also wanted to take control at the same time.

“Yeah?”

You peered up at him, and his sudden burst of confidence, maybe it was all that sugar he’d consumed. His cheeks were flushed as he looked down at you.

“We can win this, Y/N. Just stop thinking so much…” He paused, studying your features for a second “And if we do happen to lose, I’ll buy them dinner, don’t worry about that”

You rolled your eyes, laughing “Thank you Hyunjin, but you’re expecting way too much from me”

Seungmin was watching the two of you with an amused expression “And you should take off your jacket if you want to win, Y/N. It’s clearly restricting your movements”

You looked down at yourself. You hadn’t realised you still had it on, it was just meant to be something you grabbed in case you were overdressed, which you kind of were.

“Trust me, the jacket isn’t gonna make a difference” You pulled at the zipper.

Hyunjin put his hands on his hips, pondering over Seungmin’s words “It could be worth a shot. Whenever I practice with something like that on, it does inhibit me”

“Practice what?” You raised an eyebrow, hoping to catch him slip up about how he was secretly a professional bowler, because there was no way he hit all those strikes the way he did.

Hyunjin smiled softly, amusement in his eyes “Dance, Y/N”

“I’d listen to him if I were you. My date is a prodigy” Hana beamed.

“Fine” You turned away, to unzip the jacket. They watched as you slipped it off, revealing the black dress underneath. It was an interesting design, most of the back just strings tied together across your bare skin, and the hem fell to your thighs.

You suddenly felt very exposed, the strappy dress had seemed fine when you’d left the house, but seemed much more revealing now after you’d kept it covered completely for the hour that you’d been here. Goosebumps rippled up your bare arms and shoulders, as the cool air of the air conditioner hit you.

You turned to Hyunjin, holding the jacket to your chest. 

He was gazing at you, eyes glossed with something you couldn’t recognise, but guessed was probably judgement.

He probably felt you were so overdressed for a bowling alley, and you suddenly wish you’d never taken it off. 

“Let’s try it out, I guess” You shrugged.

He handed you a purple bowling ball back that he’d fetched, and grabbed your jacket in return.

You got into position, bending down, but feeling far too conscious of his eyes on you. With Seungmin as your partner, at least you didn’t have to worry about sucking so bad. 

“You know, you two are a terrible team” Seungmin commented.

Hana laughed, sipping leisurely on her drink “He’s right. Y/N, you have terrible posture, and Hyunjin, you really should be helping her”

You froze in your movement. Help you how?

“How can I help her?” Hyunjin asked genuinely, glancing at them.

“Well, show her how she’s got it wrong” Hana replied.

Hyunjin’s eyes locked with yours, and he seemed hesitant “I’m not sure…if that would be appropriate”

What did he mean by that?

“Fine. I’ll do it” Seungmin drawled, abandoning his hot dog to come help you. 

Seungmin stood directly behind you, turning you around physically to face the lane. 

“Is it okay if I show you how?” He asked, into your ear.

You nodded, gulping at the close contact. Seungmin’s arms came up around you, your back pressed up into his chest, as he adjusted the way your hands should be placed. 

“Straighten your hand, and your wrist” Seungmin said, positioning you, his fingers trailing across your bare arm.

“Okay” 

“Hold your arm out like so” He extended your arm, and he was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your neck. So that’s what Hyunjin meant when he said it would be inappropriate.

“Okay, now rotate your wrist like that when you swing” Seungmin spoke.

“I didn’t know you’re an expert” You commented.

He laughed “It’s common sense, plus I’m a great observer”

He stepped back from you, and you took in a deep breath. You could feel Hyunjin’s gaze burning into you. He must expect so much. You demonstrated what Seungmin had just shown you, swinging the ball forward.

It slipped from your hands, moving forward almost effortlessly. 

You stared in silence, tensing every time it rolled to the side, and you were sure it would head into the gutter. It felt like ages before it finally reached, knocking down four pins to the side.

You gaped in disbelief at it.

Hana cheered loudly, “See! I knew you had it in you”

You grinned, turning to face them “Ten years of losing at these and nobody ever taught me that”

“Aren’t you glad I brought Seungmin then?” Hana winked at you.You sure were.

“When did you even tell him about tonight? I was under the impression that you don’t know each other” You asked, hugging yourself. Hyunjin had placed your jacket onto the seats, neatly folded and you bit back a smile.

Hana shrugged, “Everybody knows everyone in this town, babe. After you mentioned Seungmin at the diner the other day, I knew I had to seek him out and ask him to come”

“You mentioned me at the diner?” Seungmin raised his eyebrows.

Hana smiled, “She’s quite obvious about her hopeless crush on you”

“Whoa…” You spoke, shooting her a look “I never said anything like that”

Seungmin laughed, coming to stand next to you “I’m flattered, Y/N”

“I don’t have a crush on - ”

“Look at the way she’s blushing!” Hana commented.

Oh god.

Seungmin laughed loudly, pulling you into his side, “Don’t worry Y/N. I know not to take her word for it but I’m glad Hana invited me. It’s been fun”

Hyunjin was looking at the two of you as he did that, and for some reason you felt uncomfortable again, stomach turning.

Yeah, you’d definitely had too much soda.

“So!” Hana clapped, “Two more rounds, and we decide the winner!”

»»————-

To nobody’s surprise, Hana and Seungmin won.

You squinted, as they managed to get another bunch of good runs, easily putting them in the lead. Hana jumped into his arms, as he spun her around laughing. 

“Take that, suckers!” She spoke to the two of you.

You sighed, turning to Hyunjin “I told you, you shouldn’t have agreed to switching”

He just smiled, as if nothing ever bothered or inconvenienced him, “Well. A bet’s a bet. What do you guys want to eat, as the rightful winners?”

“Fried donuts, and candied popcorn” Seungmin announced.

“That’s a terrible combination” You sighed.

“Okay, food police” He rolled his eyes.

Hyunjin looked to you, “I’ll get it”

You stopped him, “Wait, no you already got the drinks, let me get this”

“Y/N, I appreciate that but I already said I’ll buy dinner”

“So?”

“I’m not going to break my promise like that, and make you pay now”

“You’re very righteous for a 20 year old” You commented, peering up at him.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, “I’m twenty two. I’ll be back”

You watched Hyunjin walk over to the counter, and the girl at the counter lit up when she saw him approach. You sighed, as Seungmin stepped up next to you. 

“He’s always like that Y/N, don’t take it personally. He never lets me get anything for him, plus…it’s hardly gonna make a dent on his wallet”

You pondered over what he said “I still can’t believe he signed up for every class at The Château though”

Seungmin hummed, “He’s very passionate. I guess he likes spending on what he thinks is worth it, he’s very precise about that kind of stuff”

“How do you know him though?” You turned to him, “You said he’s been back for a month in town. Back from where?”

Seungmin smiled “You know, you ask a lot of questions”

You shrugged, frowning “I’m really curious”

“You’re nosy”

“Hey! I’m curious. Plus, if Hyunjin’s going to be dating my best friend, I would like to know something real about him”

“He’s famous”

“What?”

He laughed at your reaction. You stared at him, wondering if he was kidding, because that was so random.

“Fine don’t tell me, sorry I asked about him” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“I’m not lying, Y/N. Why would I make something like that up?”

“And why would Hyunjin be famous?”

Seungmin suddenly reached forward, his fingers grabbing you by the jaw and you froze at the action. 

What was he doing? 

He suddenly tilted your head, in the direction Hyunjin had gone. He was in line for the food and two girls were stood next to him, simmering with excitement, tissues in hand as they extended it to him. Hyunjin seemed caught off guard, but he smiled back at them, before grabbing a pen.

Your eyes widened at the sight, “Are they…actually asking for his signature?” 

Seungmin hummed, “He moved back from Seoul. Do you believe me now?”

That was such an age-old thing, you didn’t know people actually spotted celebrities in real life and asked them for autographs in the 21st century. The most you’d seen was people snapping pictures from afar to share it on the internet. 

“But what is he famous for? Dancing?”

Seungmin laughed, pinching your cheek “You’re really cute, Y/N. I wonder how you’re so disconnected from the real world”

You squinted at him, despite the blush coating your cheeks at his unexpected compliment, “As if you know every famous person in the world”

Seungmin interrupted  you, “Hold on, I need to go return these coupons I borrowed”

You nodded, following him to the cash counter on the other side of the alley.

As you walked, he said, “You can ask him all about it later though Y/N. I’m sure he would love to tell you. As for being your best friend’s date, don’t worry about it. Hyunjin is a wonderful guy”

“He seems so” You agreed, “I just can’t put my finger on it. He’s…so hard to read. He just agreed to go on a date with a random girl? He never leaves his house? He’s apparently never done this before but he’s so good. He pays thousands of dollars for art classes as a dancer, when he’s famous enough to be recognised in a place like Daejon? I’m just…so curious”

“Well, you also agreed to go on a date with a random guy” He pointed out.

“That’s different though”

He raised his eyebrows “How so?”

You sighed, knowing that he had a point, “Well, what about all the other stuff I said?”

Seungmin laughed, “I know what you mean, but honestly Hyunjin is one of the most transparent and open people out there. I know you’re protective of Hana but she couldn’t be with a better person. I felt the same when I met him, and well, you have all the time in the world to know the heart and mind of Hwang Hyunjin. Don’t worry”

“Yeah" You spoke, as Seungmin handed his friend at the counter the coupons which had managed to get your group a discount.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” He asked.

You turned to him, his face was so sincere, and your heart melted, “Of course, Seungmin”

He grinned, baring his teeth “I did too. I’m glad we did this”

You stared at him, wondering if it meant something more to him. You did have a wonderful time with him, but it felt like you were hanging out with a best friend, instead of someone you wanted to perhaps kiss, or go on a date with. Maybe you just needed some more time to get to know Seungmin better.

When you walked back to your seats, Hyunjin had already come back.

“Hey, I was um, looking for you” He spoke, the tray in his hands.

"Well, I’m back now, and wow, you really decided to treat us” Seungmin spoke, before you could ask Hyunjin why he was looking for the both of you.

You peered at the tray, and the contents in it. Hyunjin had got everything.

A slice of pepperoni pizza, a ham panini sandwich, a portion of quesadillas, chicken tenders, and then the desserts…churros with chocolate, fried donuts, and candied popcorn. 

It was all in small portions, like wedding samples, so there was enough for everyone but without it going to waste.

“Wow” Seungmin repeating, grabbing the tray from him, to place it onto your table with a grin. Hana squealed, diving into the popcorn she’d asked for, and grabbing a mouthful already.

“Hyunjin, you’re a blessing to me!” She exclaimed, sighing wistfully as she chewed.

You stared at the tray full of food, and then to Hyunjin, “You really didn’t need to do that, Hyunjin” You laughed “I mean, Seungmin and Hana only wanted the popcorn, and the fried donuts, which happens to be the worst combination ever...but yeah, you got pretty much everything on the menu” 

Hyunjin nodded, glancing at you as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah I know, I just wasn’t sure what you wanted”

“Oh?”

“I wanted to ask you, but you were with Seungmin and I...Well, so I got one of everything. I don’t know what you like more. I hope that’s okay”

“Oh”

He gave you a nervous smile, brushing his hair back with one hand, as if he hadn’t just done something completely unpredictable and crazy.

Yeah.

You were definitely looking forward to knowing how Hwang Hyunjin’s heart and mind functioned.

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[daenqyu]

— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼 

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous 

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story 

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,, 

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking 

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything 

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right? 

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?” 

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal, 

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?” 

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response 

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered 

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize 

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously 

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck 

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed 

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you 

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss, 

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf???? 

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone 

but when it’s you he doesn’t 

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you 

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned 

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her  so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates 

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved 

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated 

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?” 

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks 

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you 

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared 

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open 

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable 

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features 

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake 

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!” 

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together 

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest 

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful 

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness 

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself 

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically 

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??” 

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes 

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever 

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting 

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession 

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official 

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3

[ladyartemesia]

All I Want For Christmas is You

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist...

Genre: Comedy • Fluff  • Smut

Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers

Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx  • @underthejoon • @yeojaa​ • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi

Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •

Acknowledgements:

To @ppersonna​ (Lindy) @underthejoon​ (Fal) and @xjoonchildx​ (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.

To @untaemedqueen​ (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you. 

To @hobi-gif​ for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted... Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor. 

To @lemonjoonah​ as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar. 

Please Picture This Taehyung:

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”

“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”

Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow. 

“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”

The man in question shifted uncomfortably.

“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”

“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though... I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”

Taehyung’s jaw dropped. 

“You RECORDED IT?!”

Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”

“He did WHAT?!”

Your mother winced. 

“Jimin was... uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”

“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”

Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite. 

“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events...”

Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them. 

“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”

The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough. 

“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered. 

“Oh sweetheart... it isn’t you we don’t trust...”

Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back. 

You would play along with their humiliating schemes. 

For now.

“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me? 

For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous. 

“Kim Taehyung.”

You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa. 

“Jungkook, I need to look into faking my own death. Nothing too over the top. Just a tasteful disappearance—”

The man in question could barely restrain his grin. 

“You don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with your mother in the event of your tragic demise and miraculous resurrection.”

“I could pay you more.”

“Or,” Jungkook replied with a heavy dose of judgment coloring his tone, “you could put on this ridiculous tie and stop trying to weasel out of it.”

“Sometimes I wonder why I pay you at all,” Taehyung growled, yanking the tie from the younger man’s grasp. “Clearly I’m not the one in charge.”

“Your words, sir, not mine. Now shall we go over the details and itinerary?”

If Jeon Jungkook wasn’t the best executive aide in the city (and one of his closest friends) Tae would have drop-kicked him right then and there.

“Could you at least try to look like you’re not enjoying this?”

“I’m sorry, sir. It was insensitive of me to ignore your suffering in this delicate time. The trauma of escorting a beautiful woman to a series of glorified buffets weighs heavily upon you.”

Taehyung tightened the tie so aggressively, he almost strangled himself.

“Beautiful woman?!” he wheezed. “We’re talking about the girl who showed up to our formal graduation party looking like she just escaped from Azkaban.”

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. 

“Tae… how long has it been since you’ve actually seen Ms. Park?” 

“Seen? Maybe three—four years.”

The heir-apparent of Kim Holdings avoided the public end of corporate culture like the plague, preferring to leave the requisite schmoozing to his personable cousin, Kim Seokjin. 

However, he had crossed paths with his adolescent nemesis in... other ways. 

Taehyung was romancing a lovely young socialite who suddenly ghosted him after someone told her that he wanted at least eight naturally-birthed children. 

Soon after, your favorite charity received an anonymous 30,000 dollar donation requesting that you be featured in the dunk tank for an upcoming benefit carnival and then the same anonymous patron paid for at least fifteen little league teams to attend. 

In retaliation, someone petitioned the National Aviary Society (chaired by a very influential senator’s wife that no one ever refused if they wanted their permits to go through) to make Taehyung the MC at their annual awards ceremony—knowing full well he was allergic to birds (not dangerously allergic—just enough to be miserable).  

Taehyung had sniffled and sneezed through approximately one hundred parrots, parakeets, and other assorted fowl until he was ready to commit murder. 

The last several years had been littered with similar incidents of the two of you taking thinly veiled potshots at one another. 

“I can’t imagine she’s changed very much,” Taehyung bit off absently. His mind was abruptly consumed by how he could get revenge for those demonic birds. 

He didn’t notice the smile creeping over Jungkook’s face. 

“No, sir. I’m sure she hasn’t changed at all.”

Taehyung had only ever had the wind knocked out of him once before. 

He was Dionysia High School’s star pitcher for three seasons and during one particularly tense game against JY Prep, Lim Jaebeom whacked a line drive right into his solar plexus. 

That’s how it felt to look up and see you at the top of the stairs. 

In his head, you were still the mischievous imp from his childhood. Every prank he played was directed at the fierce little fiend with braids and braces who’d knocked him and his date into the university fountain while experimenting with her friend’s skateboard. 

But she was gone… and in her place was something far more dangerous. 

A woman. 

Silken fabric wrapped tightly over curves you definitely didn’t have four years ago. That wild hair had been tamed into shining waves and pinned elegantly at the nape of your neck. The wicked slit that traveled all the way up your thigh teased a smooth shapely leg that all but demanded the viewer fantasize about running their hand up the length of it. 

Suddenly it was very clear why Park Jimin wouldn’t let his sister venture into the corporate cesspool alone. 

Because the sight of you could make a man desperate. 

Betrayal—of all things—slowly crept over Taehyung as you descended toward him like some sort of angel floating down from the heavens. 

His mind went blank. Just watching the seductive shift of your hips as you swayed ever closer felt like a violation of his friendship with Jimin. He could feel the judgmental stares of an imaginary Bro-Code Council boring into him from on high. 

“I see you’ve recovered from your memorable tenure as the Aviary Society’s Master of Ceremonies.”

And just like that the brat was back. 

Taehyung breathed a hefty sigh of relief, secretly thrilled to be in familiar territory with you. 

“Naturally I was delighted to help Senator Mitchell’s wife. In fact, Mitchell’s office just fast tracked all my pending permit requests for the new year.” He tilted forward, coming into your space a bit. “I should really send you a thank you card.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scowled, breezing past him like an indignant queen. 

Tae could practically see the steam pouring out of your ears. 

“Of course not,” he chuckled.

The first gala of the holiday season was an extravagant annual affair hosted by Min Corp., a Seoul based investment firm that commanded billions in assets. This year, the theme of the event was the Joseon Dynasty and the entire ballroom had been gloriously transformed into a stunning celebration of the Min family’s royal heritage. 

Attendees were gifted their own traditional fan, each uniquely crafted by artisans from Damyang. Taehyung’s was all black with bold silver calligraphy while yours was a beautiful bamboo and silk piece decorated with pomegranate trees. 

You had already whacked three people with it by the time dinner was served. 

“It really is a pity these fell out of fashion,” you lamented. “They’re quite useful.”

“You are deranged,” Taehyung mumbled, massaging his temples in exasperation. 

“Nonsense. I only fanned those who deserved it.”

“Harkins?”

“He was staring at my rack for a solid minute.”

Taehyung could hardly blame the man, it was a battle he himself was losing after all, but Harkins was twice your age and married—therefore his ogling was in especially poor taste. 

“Okay... What about Kang?” 

“He was verbally abusing one of the waitstaff.” 

“Alright, fair enough, but why on earth would you go after sweet old Mrs. O’Malley?”

“She was about to grab your ass.”

Taehyung’s mouth dropped open.

“She’s eighty-five!”

“And still kickin’ apparently.” You shook your head in disgust. “As if I’d whack an eighty-five year-old woman for anything less than non-consensual touching.”

“I- I- mean—surely you must be mistaken,” he coughed. 

“Oh, there’s no mistake. That nasty old crone is a serial offender. She likes to play it off as dementia, but she’s as sharp as a tack. Last year she got a whole handful of Jimin. Honestly, I’d call the police on her, but the commissioner is her grandson so I doubt I’d get very far.”

Taehyung turned to the woman in question just in time to see her totter lecherously toward Jung Hoseok, fingers already twitching in anticipation. 

“Is nothing sacred?” he mused hollowly. 

You shrugged. 

“Many people who accumulate as much as our families have start believing that they are entitled to whatever strikes their fancy.” Your eyes met his with a hint of bemusement. “Surely you should be used to this sort of thing by now?”

“Yes, but I was hardly expecting it from little old ladies!”

The remainder of dinner was a terse affair where you pretended he didn’t exist for the entire meal and he in turn pretended that the spunky young heiress seated to his right was the most darling creature to ever walk the earth. By dessert she was ready to get married and you were ready to vomit. 

Afterward, Taehyung found himself quickly converted to your views on fan usefulness as you began strolling through the crowd intent on strengthening your family’s corporate ties. 

“Kim Taehyung,” you ground out through clenched teeth, “how am I supposed to do business if you keep stabbing everyone I speak to!”

“I don’t know what you’re implying. I’m simply not used to carrying one of these. I may have accidentally grazed a few overzealous individuals—”

“My last three conversations have been rudely disrupted by the blunt end of that accused fan.”

Taehyung crossed his arms smugly. 

“And what of it? Jimin sent me along to keep an eye on you and the gentlemen in question were hardly behaving themselves. No one has to put their hand in my back or lean that close to me when they’re talking business.” 

“That’s because no one wants to get that close to you,” you replied sweetly. “You’re gross.” 

A devastating grin slid slowly over his features as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear. 

“I can think of several women who might disagree.”

He just barely caught the hitch in your breath before- 

“Like who? Miss Blushes-and-Giggles from dinner?”

“Jealous?” Taehyung drawled cockily. 

“Only in your dreams, Kim.” Then, with a deliberate flick of your fan, you turned your back to him. “I’m headed for the ladies room. Do yourself a favor and don’t follow me in.”

It was twenty minutes before Taehyung realized that you slipped out the back entrance of the restroom. 

It took another ten for him to locate you on the balcony flirting outrageously with Min Yoongi. 

The young heir of Min Corp. was just leaning closer to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when a black fan slid right in between the two of you. 

“Lovely weather we’re having,” Taehyung observed cheerfully. His eyes bounced between you and Yoongi with barely concealed fury and you let out a miserable groan. 

“Mr. Kim,” Yoongi cleared his throat significantly. “What an… unexpected surprise.”

Frustration clawed at your chest as your overbearing guardian nodded smugly in response. 

It was time to teach him—and Jimin—a lesson. 

“Yoongi,” you sighed, sliding your hand pointedly through the crook of his arm, “I’m not feeling at all well. Would you perhaps… escort me home?”

Taehyung suddenly looked as if he’d swallowed a live octopus. 

Yoongi grinned, clearly thrilled with the prospect of simultaneously spending more time with you and irritating Taehyung. 

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Jimin is gonna kill me,” Taehyung grumbled as he watched Min Yoongi help you into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. 

An ugly green feeling he refused to identify twisted sharply in his gut when you smiled coyly at the other man. 

“This is ridiculous,” he snarled to no one in particular before yanking his phone out of his pocket. 

Jungkook picked up on the second ring. 

“Sir?”

“I need you to drive to Ms. Park’s apartment and tell me if she goes in alone or if Min Yoongi goes in with her.”

“You want me to what?!” 

“Just do it!” he snapped, downing an entire glass of champagne before signaling his own driver. 

Fifteen minutes later his phone vibrated from the car seat next to him. 

1 New Message from: Jungkook

Her building has four separate entrances. Which one do I watch? 

Taehyung could practically feel the vein pulsing in his forehead as he scrolled through his contacts. 

You picked up on the fourth ring. 

“Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“Oh it’s you… Wait—how did you get this number?”

“Jimin. Obviously. Now please answer the question.”

“Oh a ‘please.’ Who knew you had manners?”

“Answer the question, Park. I’m tired.”

The distinct sound of a zipper unzipping carried through the speaker. 

“I’m at home, of course. Where else would I be? I just got here like a minute ago.”

He had a sudden vision of Min Yoongi helping you out of your dress. His grip on the phone tightened. 

“Are you alone?”

You snorted. 

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

Taehyung saw red. 

“I’m coming over.”

There was a loud crash and several colorful words in at least three different languages. 

“Wha- No! I’m trying to go to bed!”

“With who?!”

“With myself, you idiot!”

“Prove it!”

“Fine! I will!”

The line disconnected and Taehyung swore loudly. He was just about to direct the driver to your building when his phone went off again. 

1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 

He almost choked on his tongue. 

You were clearly in the middle of undressing and—in your irritation—probably hadn’t looked too carefully at the picture you sent.  

At first glance it was simply a shot of your empty room (presumably “proof” that you were alone) but you neglected to consider the floor-length mirror hanging in the far corner…

A mirror that showed you angrily holding up your phone with your gown pooled deliciously around your waist and the soft round swells of your breasts strapped into lacy red lingerie. 

You were exquisite. 

A fierce, hot sensation gripped him ruthlessly, and this time there was no mistaking it. 

Desire. 

Your phone lit up on the bed where you tossed it after snapping a photo for your tightly-wound man nanny. 

1 New Message from: Kim Grinch 

I didn’t know you liked Van Gogh. 

Your head tilted in confusion. 

There was a Van Gogh print in your room, but he couldn’t have seen it because it was behind you when-

Oh NO.

You gasped, scrolling back up to confirm what deep down you already knew to be true. 

… You just sent Kim Taehyung a topless mirror selfie. 

Several miles away, smiling smugly in the backseat of his town car, Taehyung was sure he could almost hear you screaming. 

“Good morning, sir. Which would you like first; the bad news or the worse news?”

Taehyung groaned from underneath his covers. 

“Don’t you ever knock? I could have a woman up here.”

“You’ve never brought a woman up here.”

“Is that the bad news?” Taehyung yawned. 

“No,” Jungkook tossed a small stack of newspapers and printed digital articles into his lap, “this is the bad news.”

Pictures of you, Min Yoongi, and even himself were splashed over the front pages of all of them. 

PARK ANGEL TRADES ONE CORPORATE HEIR FOR ANOTHER AT MIN GALA

WHO WILL WIN THE PARK ANGEL’S HEART? KIM TAEHYUNG OR MIN YOONGI? LET US KNOW IN THE COMMENTS

NEW ROMANCE ALERT? PARK ANGEL LEAVES JOSEON BALL WITH MIN SCION 

“The Park Angel?” 

“That’s what the media calls her... The public is rather fascinated with her actually.”

“Can’t imagine why,” Taehyung mumbled. 

“Of course not, sir. It’s a great mystery.”

As usual, Taehyung chose to ignore his aide’s lethal snark and pressed on to the matter at hand. 

“This is a flaming disaster.”

“Oh I don’t know. I really appreciated the picture of you staring on forlornly while she and Yoongi climbed into the Aston Martin. Takes a real gift to capture all that drama in a single frame.”

“Which one was that?!” 

“It’s right under the MAN DOWN: PARK ANGEL LEAVES KIM TAEHYUNG HEARTBROKEN headline.”

Tae ran his hand down over his face in exasperation. 

“I’m surprised my mother hasn’t called.”

“She has. Twice.”

“I don’t suppose that’s the ‘worse news’ is it?”

“No.”

“Of course it isn’t. I’m never that lucky.” He collapsed backwards into his pillows with a beleaguered huff. “Go ahead then. Tell me.”

“Park Jimin is on the line for you right now.”

After a small eternity on the phone with Jimin (assuring him that NO Min Yoongi had not despoiled his precious sister and YES he would definitely do better next time), Taehyung was forced to attend an impromptu brunch with his mother. It took considerable effort, but he was eventually able to convince her that you were neither breaking his heart nor expecting his child. 

By the time he arrived to collect you for this evening’s event, Taehyung was already sick of hearing your name (he’d spoken it no less than three hundred times since Jungkook woke him this morning).

You were in much the same boat as Taehyung, having spent most of the afternoon pacifying Jimin and clearing up your own mother’s romantic delusions regarding the Min and Kim heirs respectively. 

Tonight’s gala was a Victorian Christmas Ball thrown by the National Literary Fund and the entire venue had been transformed into a Charles Dickens fever dream. 

Unlike the Min Gala (whose theme was guarded like a state secret every year) the Literary Fund’s tribute to A Christmas Carol was tradition and you were dressed accordingly in a custom corset gown with gorgeous detailing. 

Every second of effort it took to lace yourself into the monstrosity was worth the look on Taehyung’s face the moment you slipped off your cape. 

“Something wrong, Mr. Kim?”

Taehyung was desperately trying to look literally anywhere but your chest, where said corset was serving up your breasts like a debauched buffet. 

Jimin. Think of Jimin. Think of what Jimin will do to you. Think of how much trouble she’s caused-

He peeked again.

I would pay a million dollars to suck those tits. 

“Nothing at all,” his voice cracked. 

The itinerary for the evening included performances by a local children’s choir, a traditional waltz, and—of course—dinner.

You both managed to get along without snapping at each other during the choral performance, but as two of the largest donors to the Children’s Literacy Initiative, neither of you could escape being drawn into the waltz. 

The energetic socialite who Taehyung flirted with over dinner the previous night eventually lured him onto the floor while you graciously accepted an invitation from a lovely older gentleman who chaired the Fund’s event committee. 

For the first few movements, you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Mr. Lee was charming, respectful, and still an excellent dancer despite his advanced age. It wasn’t until a familiar sound caught your attention that the lightness in your chest suddenly felt heavy...

Taehyung was laughing. 

You heard him do so many times over the years, and in each instance, the carefree magic of it never failed to make your heart flutter. 

But now he was smiling down at the pretty little heiress and laughing for her… and the flutter in your chest was accompanied by something else. 

Something that felt an awful lot like longing. 

“Does he know you look at him like that?” Mr. Lee asked quietly. 

Your eyes flew guiltily to his, but it was too late. The old man had caught a glimpse of the secret you buried deeply for more than a decade; so deeply, in fact, there were times you almost forgot it yourself...

Almost. 

“No,” you whispered, “he has no idea.” 

Disaster struck at dinner. 

Taehyung quite liked dancing with the lovely Miss Something-or-Other. She was sweet and funny and (unlike with you) he wasn’t constantly torn between agitation and raging inappropriate lust in her presence. 

The cold shoulder you offered him when he took his seat seemed even more frigid than usual and he spent half the meal wondering what he’d done to earn your amplified disdain when suddenly—

Your hand smacked down on his wrist, seizing it in a vise-like grip. 

Taehyung nearly choked on his steak and was about to give you a searing set-down over your spontaneous grabby-ness when he noticed your expression. 

“What’s wrong?” he whispered, leaning forward in concern. 

“I-I need—” 

It looked as if you were in some sort of physical pain and Taehyung was rapidly becoming worried. 

“I need your help,” you finally managed to whimper and the next thing he knew, you were dragging him away from the table and into one of the secluded alcoves near the main entrance hall. 

“Is there anyone around? Can anyone see us?” The look on your face bordered on unhinged. 

“No. There’s no one. Park, are you okay? What’s going on I—”

“I need you to unlace my dress,” you hissed frantically. 

At that moment, a bomb could have gone off and Taehyung wouldn’t have blinked. 

You, however, were completely preoccupied with your own distress and therefore oblivious to his. 

“My earring broke during dinner and fell down there and now it’s stabbing me—”

Your eyes were beginning to tear. Taehyung remained frozen, still trying to figure out whether or not this was a lucid dream. 

“—it’s definitely pierced the skin and there’s a possibility I’m gonna start bleeding through the fabric—”

The mention of blood snapped him out of his daze somewhat. 

“A-Alright. Just turn around—brace yourself on that wall.”

You quickly did as you were told and Taehyung began to tug fruitlessly at the ties cross-crossing your back.

“Why won’t this—”

His fingers fumbled over the knots, desperately trying to loosen them, but they simply wouldn’t budge. 

“I can’t—I can’t get it. Whoever helped you into this thing made sure you weren’t getting out of it.” 

You whined in frustration and the earring shifted a bit in response. 

There was only one other way to fix this (and you would almost rather be in pain). 

“Taehyung I—” you turned to face him again, forcing your eyes shut before reluctantly doing what had to be done “... I need you to reach down the front of my dress and get it.”

He blinked. Twice. 

“I’m sorry—What did you just—”

“Please, Tae,” you whispered desperately, letting your lip tremble in a way he had never been able to resist, “it hurts…”

He gulped. 

His eyes dropped to the matter at hand.

This is fine. Everything’s fine. She’s in pain, right? You’re basically a doctor right now. You’re just going slide your hand in between the most mouthwatering pair of breasts you’ve ever seen and then—

Taehyung’s manic inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of his own moan. He immediately faked a coughing fit to cover it and prayed you hadn’t noticed. 

(You hadn’t. You were actively being stabbed.) 

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” he muttered, curling his fingers over the scalloped edge of the bodice. 

You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back any reaction, but when his knuckle brushed the pebbled tip of your nipple, you gasped. 

Oh.

His hand stuttered, lingering a moment too long over the tight little peak as his gaze suddenly shot up to meet yours. Both of you had been studiously avoiding eye contact, yet now it was as if neither of you could look away. 

Taehyung wet his lips reflexively. 

“It’s too tight,” he whispered, “I need more leverage.” 

Then his arm wrapped over the curve of your lower back and he drew you tightly against him, anchoring your hips just enough to fully slip his hand between your body and the corset. 

You were so warm.

So soft...

“I can feel it,” he grunted, “but I can’t get a good grip on it.” 

His mouth pressed into a tight line as he leaned forward, bringing your back up against the wall. You let out a little squeak and his eyes darted briefly down to your mouth before he spoke again. 

“Hold on to me.”  

You nodded and wordlessly slid your arms around his waist.

If you concentrated hard enough, you could almost pretend that this wasn’t one of the most erotic moments of your life. 

You could almost pretend that it meant nothing. 

Your mind was spinning wildly, wondering what he was thinking, wondering if he noticed how strangely you were breathing or how hard your heart was beating...

“I’ve got it,” he murmured. Shivers shot down your spine at the dark timbre of his voice. 

He was so close. You could feel every word he spoke brushing softly against your skin. 

“On ‘three’ I’m going to pull it out… Are you ready?”

You drew in a final steadying breath. 

“Do it.”

He nodded. 

“One… Two… Three—”

Taehyung yanked his hand back and several things happened at once. 

Your breasts bounced almost entirely out of the corset. 

The decorative clasps on the front of your gown tangled with the buttons on his shirt and when he pulled back, three of them went flying off like stray bullets. 

And finally, the corset didn’t relinquish Taehyung’s hand quite quickly enough and, as a result, you toppled forward and crashed down on top of him, smashing your newly bare breasts to his newly bare chest. 

It could have been ten seconds or ten hours that passed by while the two of you lay there, breathing heavily in a pile of confused arousal when—

“... Is… everything alright here?”

You both looked up to find a thoroughly scandalized member of the waitstaff standing over you. 

Taehyung saw his life flash before his eyes—ending (of course) with Jimin murdering him for this. 

He gulped again. 

“I can explain.” 

It was decided—for the sake of appearances—that you would both leave the venue (immediately) in separate vehicles. 

Taehyung dropped a cool three hundred in crisp bills on the unfortunate waiter in order to help him ‘forget’ whatever he may or may not have seen. 

Neither of you spoke another word to each other in the ten minutes it took to bribe all the appropriate parties, gather your coats, and call for two separate town cars. 

Something had happened when he touched you; a subtle shift in the precarious balance of your relationship that you both felt keenly, but could not possibly begin to define. 

Taehyung barely even remembered climbing into the back of a vehicle. His body was firing on auto-pilot after the sensory overload of the last half hour. It wasn’t until he was nearly home that he realized he was still holding onto your earring. 

His mind began to wander as he examined the troublesome bauble in his palm. It was a striking piece; deceptively complex and unexpectedly beautiful. 

Just like you.

He told himself that the heat pooling low in his belly was anger—that the strange anxiousness to be near you was simply a desire for retribution—that it was merely platonic curiosity that left his hands aching to explore the rest of your curves. 

Lies.

… and pitifully transparent ones at that. 

Still, he clung to them desperately out of self-preservation. 

The gentle hum of his phone suddenly disturbed Taehyung’s silent contemplation. 

1 New Message from: Park Gremlin 

I made it home safely. 

Taehyung’s fingers were typing a reply before he could properly consider the consequence of his actions. 

To: Park Gremlin

I require proof… like last time. 

He nearly threw the phone the moment he sent it, running his hands down over his face in disbelief. 

You’re playing with fire, Kim Taehyung. 

And he was burning up already. He had no business sending you texts like that. Maybe you wouldn’t catch it. Maybe he could just-

The phone went off again and it was embarrassing how quickly he scrambled to open your response. 

His heart stuttered in his chest. His breathing ceased entirely-

And he knew—he knew—there was no coming back from this.

At first glance the photo was nearly identical to the shot you sent him last night. Same room, same angle… 

same mirror.

Yet this time, the reflection was quite different. 

The temptress in the glass wore nothing but that sinfully delicious corset and a pair of silky lace thigh highs, each accented with a green satin bow. 

He wanted to rip them off with his teeth. 

 “Oh Taehyung,” he whispered, as a dark wave primitive longing tore through him, “you are in so much trouble.”

Across town (buried beneath a pile of blankets) you were still struggling to process the boldness of your own actions when his response lit up your screen. 

1 New Message from: Kim Grinch

Green is my favorite color. 

“WHERE IS HE—”

Taehyung awoke to a series of crashes and shouts echoing from the floor below him. 

Jungkook was already seated in the corner of the room reading a newspaper. 

“Good morning, sir,” he said without looking up. “Would you like the bad news or the worse news?”

Suddenly the french doors of his bedroom slammed open and one very irate Park Jimin stormed through. 

“I swear I should have seen this coming. The two of you have always been obsessed with each other, but I never imagined—”

Taehyung’s eyes widened guiltily. He quickly schooled his features into a confused glare. 

“Jimin, I’ve only been awake for fifteen seconds. What the hell are you talking about?!”

Another stack of newspapers hit his lap and this time the pictures were mostly of him with his shirt ripped halfway down his chest. 

KIM HEIR AND PARK ANGEL CAUSE AN OLD-FASHIONED SCANDAL AT VICTORIAN BALL

FORGET MISTLETOE: KIM TAEHYUNG DISCOVERED UNDER THE PARK ANGEL AT CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION

NAUGHTY NOEL? PARK ANGEL’S STEAMY AFFAIR WITH CORPORATE PRINCE 

PARK ANGEL TOPS KIM TAEHYUNG’S CHRISTMAS TREE

He winced a bit at that last one. 

“You have ten seconds to explain before I start throwing things.”

Taehyung opened his mouth to do just that, but he was interrupted when his mother marched into the room waving the same articles that Jimin had just thrown at him. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG I raised you better than this! How could you!? That poor girl!”

“Mother!” he squeaked, yanking his blanket up over his chest like a frightened debutante. 

Jungkook began surreptitiously filming the whole debacle from the corner. 

“Indeed,” Jimin added darkly, crossing his arms over his chest, “how could you?”

Taehyung sighed heavily. 

“Is anyone else going to come charging into my bedroom?”

“Just answer me once and for all, is she pregnant?” 

“WHAT?!” 

“NO! Mother! Oh my—”

“Why does your mom think my little sister is pregnant?!”

Taehyung waved his arms wildly in exasperation. 

“My mom thinks everyone is pregnant! You know this!”

Jungkook could no longer contain his hysterical cackling. He very nearly fell off the chair trying to hold it all in. 

“Mr. Jeon,” Taehyung ground out irritably, “if it’s not too much trouble, could you please escort everyone out of my bedroom so I can get dressed!” 

“So you see—I was basically like a doctor,” Taehyung finished emphatically. 

He spent the past twenty minutes explaining to the entire table (which now included both you and your mother) why it was necessary to shove his hand down the front of your dress. 

Park Soomin had shown up at his door looking for answers (and dragging you behind her like a sacrificial lamb) about three minutes after Jimin. 

You had taken one look at Jimin’s murderous expression and insisted that the situation be evaluated over breakfast at the cafe down the street (where there were lots of witnesses). 

Which was how you, Taehyung, Jimin, and both your mothers ended up discussing your cleavage over coffee in a public restaurant. 

Jimin was the first to break. It was a few snorts at first, but he was basically in tears by the end of it, wheezing about how he never doubted Taehyung for a second and holding on to his sides from laughing too hard. 

Taehyung’s gaze met yours for a brief, heated exchange. He conveniently forgot to mention your slightly-less-than-explainable ‘check-in’ texts, but their existence was palpable in the air between you. 

“I think I’ll take a walk,” you muttered, excusing yourself from the complicated atmosphere at the table. 

Taehyung’s eyes lingered on you a tad too long as you wandered away, a fact that wasn’t missed by either of your mothers.

“Just a few more events and you can go back to not seeing her at all,” Jimin chuckled, patting him on the back. 

“Yeah,” Taehyung answered with a tight smile. “That’s… great.”

The cafe had a lovely little balcony area decorated with all sorts of comforting Christmas foliage. It was far more inviting than the awkward conversation and confusing stares you and Taehyung had been trading all morning. 

For the first time in the nearly fifteen years of your relationship (such as it was) you didn’t know where you stood with him… and it bothered you more than you cared to admit. 

Taehyung had always been important to you, whether you wanted him to be or not. He mattered—effortlessly—from the first moment you met him and continued to do so without regard for your sanity. 

Whatever was building between you now would almost certainly bring change… though what kind of change was anyone’s guess. 

It was hard to imagine the years ahead without the strange excitement he always brought to your life, but some things were simply out of your control…

“I never thought I’d see you here.”

A profoundly unpleasant feeling (something similar to falling through the ice on a frozen pond) overtook you. 

“Milo.” Even saying his name felt gross. You sighed. “What is so strange about seeing me here?”

The man in question blushed in a way you once found irresistible. 

“I looked for you everywhere. All your usual places—”

“I avoided them.”

I avoided you. 

Milo nodded. 

“I—I figured.” 

He took a step closer and you instinctively moved back. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable, but you had long since become immune. 

“What are you doing?” you hissed angrily. “I thought I made myself clear the last time we spoke.”

“Yes, but—” his hand reached out to curl over your forearm and you recoiled, “you didn’t give me a chance to explain—”

“Excuse me.” 

You both turned to see Kim Taehyung with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at Milo like he was a roach that crawled across his dinner plate. 

“Your mother sent me to come find you. She wants to leave.” 

You nodded and moved to pull away, but Milo’s grip tightened on your arm. 

“No—please if you just give me a minute—”

“That is enough,” Taehyung snarled, seizing the other man’s hand and forcibly removing it from your person. He angled his body between the two of you protectively. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

Milo’s eyes narrowed. 

“You’re Kim Taehyung. I read all about you in the papers this morning.” His lips twisted into an ugly sneer as he addressed you. “You really think you’re better off with him if that’s the way he treats you?”

Taehyung tensed menacingly beside you, but you laid a gentle hand on his arm to calm him. 

“None of that is any of your concern.” Your gaze rose to meet his defiantly. “Nothing about me is your concern anymore.”

Milo’s eyes fell to where your palm rested on the other man’s sleeve, noticing the way you both unconsciously leaned toward one another. 

“This isn’t over,” he muttered, storming off. 

After he was gone, you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. 

“Thank you,” you whispered (though you couldn’t resist adding), “I could have handled it myself of course…”

Taehyung laughed. 

“Oh I know. I was at that party where you knocked out Tyler Jung for grabbing your ass.” 

You grinned. 

“I’d forgotten about that.”

“Well I’m sure Tyler hasn’t.” 

(He neglected to mention that he split Tyler’s lip behind the library the next day, just to make sure it was extra memorable for him.) 

“I wish I could forget about Milo.”

“... Are you still in love with him?” 

The words tasted like ash in his mouth. 

“No.” You smiled softly. “I’m not sure I was ever in love with him actually. It’s more—” you sighed, “—embarrassment… wounded pride.”

Taehyung tilted his head curiously and you found yourself continuing. 

“In the beginning, he was very playful and charming—and obviously handsome. He reminded me so much of—”

you. 

You cleared your throat. 

“Anyway… I was quite taken with him at first. I didn’t suspect any ulterior motives.” You shrugged, trying to hold back the unpleasant emotions that always threatened to overrun you in moments like this. “I just thought he liked me.”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with sympathy and understanding as you spoke. It felt oddly natural to open up to him this way. 

“Jimin is very protective of me—with good reason it turns out. He was suspicious of Milo and hired people to do some discreet digging.”

Your hands wrapped around your body for both warmth and comfort. 

“Milo’s family owns several companies, just like ours, but they’re all struggling. His father sent him to me hoping that he would eventually get compromising information… a sex tape or photographs—something of that nature. They intended to blackmail Jimin into doing business with them.”

Taehyung felt his jaw clench painfully. Fury, hot and profound, rolled through him. 

“I should kill him.”

You shook your head, amused in spite of yourself. 

“That’s exactly what Jimin said.”

“He has good instincts.”

“Scum like Milo aren’t worth it,” you chuckled. “He never got what he wanted… but I was still mortified. I felt like such a fool for believing him.”

“No,” Taehyung’s hands slid up to cup your shoulders, “it’s not foolish to believe that someone cared for you.”

It would be so easy to care for you. 

“Besides…” his eyes fell briefly to your lips as he searched for the right words, “I saw the way he looked at you and—even though he’s clearly a terrible person—I believe his feelings may have been genuine.”

You nodded. 

“That’s what he keeps trying to tell me—that he did have bad intentions, but ended up falling for me anyway.” You shook your head. “As If I could believe a word he says.”

The silence between you stretched comfortably. Taehyung sensed you had more to say, so he waited until you were ready to voice it. 

“I think that’s why I’m so sensitive about handling things on my own lately… and just now even. I want to prove to everyone—to myself—that I’m not a liability.”

“Hey,” he whispered, tipping your chin up till your gazes met, “no one thinks you’re a liability. And even if you are capable, no one should have to fight their own battles all the time—especially when they’re emotionally compromised…” His thumb gently brushed away the small tear that escaped down the curve of your cheek. “That’s the benefit of having people who care about you.”

“... Like you?” 

The words left you so softly, you could almost imagine they were still in your head where they likely should have stayed. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise. His gaze became even more intent and you ceased breathing altogether. After a moment his lips parted as if he was about to speak- 

“What’s going on, guys?”

You both jerked back at the sound of your brother’s voice. He was standing in the entrance to the balcony, gaze darting suspiciously between the two of you. 

Taehyung was a bit dazed, but you were always quicker on your feet. 

“I ran into Milo… Tae was calming me down.”

Jimin’s eyes hardened immediately. 

“Where is he?”

“Long gone,” you mumbled, ambling over to the familiar warmth of his arms. “I just want to go home.” 

The Black and White Ball was one of the most coveted invitations of the holiday season. 

The dress code was quite strict (all black or all white—no exceptions) and it was one of the few events where people actually arrived in limousines. 

Taehyung loathed limousines. He felt absurdly pretentious pulling up to your building in such a gauche ride, but traditions and appearances meant too much in his world to simply disregard them. 

His ensemble for the evening was a beautifully tailored black suit with hand-stitched baroque detailing. Oddly, he found himself wondering what you would think of it... 

“You look like a vampire.”

Taehyung turned at the sound of your voice and was struck, yet again, by how incredibly beautiful you were. 

You had chosen to wear white, donning an exquisite gown with delicate pearl beading and a daring sweetheart neckline that molded perfectly to your frame. 

If he looked like a vampire, you were surely an angel. 

Still…

Angel or not, he couldn’t let that comment pass. 

“I think I’m offended.”

“I can’t imagine why. After all, loads of women are attracted to Nosferatu.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. 

“There are so many sexy vampires in popular culture, but you just had to lump me in with the creepy bald one...”

You shrugged playfully. 

“I wouldn’t want you to think I was going soft.”

A wicked grin danced over your lips as you strolled past him regally—just as you had many times before... 

This time, however, he let his eyes linger a little longer on the view. 

Lord have mercy. 

“Of course not,” he coughed. 

“You’re what?!”

You rolled your eyes.

Tonight had been going rather well. 

The two of you formed a mutual unspoken agreement to pretend that your last encounter on the balcony (and on the phone) had never happened and (despite the heated glances you occasionally traded) the bickering and playful banter characteristic of your relationship had all but returned to normal...

Until Taehyung learned of your participation in the evening’s main event. 

“I told you, I’m part of the date auction this year.”

“Does your brother know about this?!”

“I didn’t see any reason to bother him with it.” You were suddenly preoccupied with your nails. 

“Woman,” Taehyung sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “are you trying to make my life difficult?”

“No, I’m just naturally gifted in that respect.”

You turned and began making your way to the front, but Taehyung was hot on your heels and clearly not ready to let the matter rest. 

“I cannot believe you’re actually going through with this! It’s not 1810, you know. We shouldn’t just auction off women for dates—”

“You’re absolutely right, Tae Tae.” You brushed a condescending pat over his cheek. “Nowadays we auction off the men too.”

Then you sauntered off to join the rest of the participating women—and men—backstage, leaving Taehyung to stew about the entire situation from the crowd. 

“As you know, all proceeds from tonight’s auction go to fight childhood hunger right here in our city. For legal purposes, I must advise all bidders that you are only bidding on the company of the individual in question.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Jimin is probably going to kill me for this.”

“If you place the winning bid, then you and your date will receive two VIP tickets to the Governor's Winter Wonderland Gala which comes with a variety of amenities including; a luxury limousine service, one of the private and famously romantic Winter Wonderland dinner experiences—”

His eyes fluttered shut. “Jimin is definitely gonna kill me for this.” 

“—unlimited free drinks, ten complimentary tickets for each of the grand prize raffles, photos with the Governor and his family, along with many more surprises!”

Taehyung grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and downed it in one go. 

“And now for our first date of the evening! Mr. Jackson Wang!” 

Jackson went for a cool six grand because no one was brave enough to outbid his girlfriend. 

After him, the beautiful Manoban heiress and her handsome cousin Kim Namjoon went for twelve grand each.

Jung Hoseok started a frenzied bidding war between two young socialites and Mrs. O’Malley. He ended up going to the lovely Ms. Ana Fallon for a staggering twenty thousand dollars. 

Taehyung’s own cousin, Kim Seokjin, paid a jaw-dropping twenty-one thousand dollars for Lin Yuna, the young CEO of Lin Cosmetics. (Taehyung made a mental note to ask him about that later.) 

Then it was your turn. 

“The next lady on our list needs no introduction. The lovely Park Angel has graciously agreed to a date with one lucky bidder tonight! Who will it be? Do I hear ten thousand?”

“Ten thousand.”

Taehyung swung his head toward the first bidder and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Tam Martin, one of your best friends and very gay. 

“Eleven thousand.”

“Twelve thousand.”

“Fifteen.”

“Sixteen thousand dollars.”

“Seventeen thousand.”

“Eighteen.”

Taehyung was having trouble keeping up with all the bidders. His ears were starting to ring again and a strange unpleasant nausea was building in his stomach. 

“Twenty thousand.”

“Twenty-five thousand.”

“Thirty thousand!”

At the sound of the last bidder’s voice, you noticeably paled. Your eyes flew to Taehyung’s and immediately he knew exactly who it was. 

Milo.

Before he could even react to the new information, another voice joined the fray. 

“Forty thousand.”

Min Yoongi smiled smugly from the other side of the room and even had the audacity to throw you a wink. 

You smiled shyly at the young heir’s boldness and Taehyung felt something downright unholy rise up in his chest. 

No. 

Milo was still bidding. 

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

Not her. 

“Sixty,” Yoongi countered.

She’s mine. 

Suddenly Taehyung was on his feet. 

“One hundred thousand dollars!” 

The silence in the backseat of your limousine was deafening. 

Tension charged the air like an electric current as the significance of the last hour weighed heavily between you. 

The spacious luxury vehicle allowed you to sit facing one another. Taehyung’s eyes were focused on his hands, but you were looking at him—letting your mind run wild with speculation. 

And hope. 

Part of you was still there, on the stage, watching him stand up and bid a fortune for the pleasure of your company. 

His gaze was so fierce when he spoke, like an ancient emperor calling out his decree for the people to obey. 

You dreamed about him bidding on you when you signed up for the auction (even before Jimin bullied him into accompanying you). You let yourself imagine him speaking out again and again till the others stepped back—

Yet you never dared hope for it. 

However, the last several days marked an unexpected turning point in your relationship. 

For years, you and he were like magnets with a too-similar charge, but something had shifted irrevocably between you, and somehow your stubborn similarities became opposites that could not resist their attraction. 

Kim Taehyung was one of the wealthiest men in the city…

But he didn’t need to buy your heart. 

It had always been his, even if you didn’t want to admit it. 

He had claimed you tonight—and every single soul in that ballroom knew it. 

The next move was yours and you intended to make it. 

“Mmm,” you hissed a bit, bringing your hand to rest just below your breasts. 

Taehyung’s gaze flew up in concern. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, it’s just that scratch from the earring,” your fingers rubbed gingerly at the spot, drawing his focus to it, “it still stings.”

“Oh… I—” he shook his head, “I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

“Do you want to see?” 

Taehyung’s eyes rose slowly to yours. 

You watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he considered your words. Anticipation vibrated through your blood like notes struck on a piano—

Then he nodded...

And you both were lost. 

Trembling fingers slid the zipper down the side of your gown. The dress itself was a marvel of physics designed to support you without the need for a bra. 

Taehyung drew in an impossibly deep breath as the fabric drifted to your waist, baring the perfect mounds of your breasts to him entirely. 

“Here,” you whispered, pointing to a small red mark just under the curve of your left one. 

He bit back a moan. 

“I—I see. That looks… painful.” His fingers dug into the seat beside him. “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

You nodded. 

“Kiss it better.”

Taehyung felt the air knock out of his lungs like a sucker punch. 

This must have been how Adam felt when Eve offered him the forbidden fruit all those millennia ago. 

He knew he shouldn’t—

but he could never deny you. 

“Of course.”

You watched as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He looked like a man possessed and you reveled in the power of it. 

It was for you. 

He wanted you. 

Your back arched up the slightest bit, beckoning to him—offering him a taste of what he was so desperately craving. 

Touch me… please. 

Large palms landed on either side of your thighs, bracing him on the seat beneath you. The tip of his nose teased the delicate line of your collar bone and he swore violently under his breath. 

Then his lips were on your skin and your mind went blank. 

“Taehyung—“ you moaned. 

Hot open-mouthed kisses spread over the soft swell of your breast and you gasped— shuddering helplessly as a fierce wave of pleasure tore through you.

Sweet merciful heavens. 

Over the years you imagined a moment like this thousands of times in your head—only to discover now that you had pitifully underestimated both his passion and his skill. 

You had dreamed of a quiet fire—but he had unleashed an inferno. 

The lewd sounds of his mouth nipping and sucking at your tender flesh filled the small space around you as he poured himself into each obscene contact—stopping briefly to flick his tongue over the taunt peak of your nipple. You trembled breathlessly at the sharp snap of sensation, letting your head fall back against the seat as you buried your fingers in his soft curls. 

“T-Tae—”

Finally his mouth fastened over the tiny scratch, and the kiss deepened. You knew what he was doing, what the result of his efforts would be—

He was marking you. 

And you wanted it. 

Oh how you wanted it. 

Suddenly the car took a sharp turn, causing Taehyung to lose his grip on the seat. His arms wrapped around your torso for balance, dragging you fully against him.

“Does it feel better, Angel?” he growled. 

You nodded frantically and he nipped at the underside of your breast. 

“Speak up.”  

“Yes, Taehyung,” you whimpered, “it feels so much better.” 

“Mmmm,” he hummed, brushing his mouth along the sensitive column of your neck. “Who knew you could be such a good girl?”

Then his hand came up to grip your chin, turning it so your lips were almost against his—

“Madame. We’ve arrived.”

The driver’s voice cut over your senses like a shard of ice. 

Taehyung jerked backward and immediately buried his face in his hands. 

Your fingers hastily yanked your dress up and you stumbled out of the car in a daze, letting your feet carry you forward until you collapsed on top of your bed. 

Did we just...

You hadn’t even begun to collect your thoughts when your phone buzzed from inside your purse. 

1 New Message from: Taehyung 🙄🥴🙈

I need to know you made it safely to your room. 

You grinned. 

Greedy boy. 

Back in the limousine, the boy in question was nervously tapping the corner of his phone against his chin as he waited for your reply. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Oh? But you saw me walk in… and I’m already in bed.

Taehyung growled in frustration. 

She would be a tease. 

To: Angel 🤬🥵😅

I tend to worry. Put my mind at ease. 

He shook his head. 

I have officially gone insane. 

The phone buzzed again. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Well… We can’t have that can we… 

Taehyung literally felt the whine tear out of him as he opened the picture. 

Your gorgeous body (the body he’d had his hands and mouth on for one glorious minute) was nestled decadently atop a pile of fluffy blue blankets and wrapped in nothing but a tiny silk robe. 

The neck gaped open just enough to show off the pretty red marks he left on the delectable curve of your breast. 

He groaned, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

To: Angel 🤬🥵😅

That's all I get after I made the pain go away? Good girls send real proof, Angel

The screen lit up again almost immediately. 

1 New Message from: Angel 🤬🥵😅

Guess I’m not such a good girl after all...

Jimin came tearing through the Kim Manor front gate at precisely 7 AM—only to find Jungkook camped out at the entrance with several outdoor space heaters and a giant mug of hot chocolate.

“He told you not to let me in, didn’t he?”

Jungkook took a long satisfying sip of his cocoa. 

“I hope you don’t feel singled out, sir. I’m not allowed to let his mother in either.”

“I need to talk to him.”

“Of course, Mr. Park, let me just pull up his schedule—”

“I need to talk to him now.”

“I’m afraid Mr. Kim is booked solid for the morning.”

Jimin stomped his foot like a petulant child. 

“I know he’s up there.”

Jungkook grinned. 

“You’re welcome to climb the trellis and check. I promise not to stop you if you make it all the way up.”

“COME DOWN HERE AND FACE ME YOU COWARD!” Jimin shouted at the top of his lungs. 

Jungkook took another long pull of his drink. 

“Might I inquire as to the reason for your visit today, sir?”

“The reason for my visit,” Jimin yanked out his phone and angrily began typing into the search bar, “is that your boss paid ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS for my sister at a date auction last night and I want to know what the hell is going on between them!”

The article Jimin pulled up (DEVILISH KIM TAEHYUNG BUYS HIMSELF A $100,000 ANGEL) featured an image of the two of you entering the Black and White Ball. Your head was thrown back in laughter and Taehyung was grinning down at you as if you’d personally hung all the stars in the sky for him. 

A genuine smile crept over Jungkook’s face as he studied the photograph. 

“That’s quite a headline.” He handed Jimin’s phone back. “Have you asked your sister about it?”

“No, I swung by earlier, but she wasn’t home so—” His eyes widened. “Oh my—is she—”

Jimin suddenly took off running for the trellis, and Jungkook scrambled out of his chair to chase him. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG IF MY SISTER IS IN THAT ROOM—”

He was already three feet off the ground when Jungkook yanked him back. 

“I thought you said I could climb the trellis!”

“Yes,” Jungkook wheezed, “but I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” That trellis is a hundred years old! A few more feet and I’d be scraping you off the antique brickwork!”

Jimin scowled and crossed his arms. 

“Are you by any chance open to bribes?”

“Normally yes, but Tae promised to double my Christmas bonus if I didn’t accept them today.”

Jimin continued to eye the trellis speculatively, clearly willing to take his chances. Jungkook sighed and rubbed his forehead. 

“Mr. Park, I promise you… He came home alone last night. In fact, they both returned earlier than usual because your sister had a 7 AM finance meeting.” He paused significantly to glance at his watch. “Which is probably where she is right now.”

“Oh… Well.”

Jungkook bit his lip to hold back a snort and Jimin’s eyes narrowed. 

“He has to come down eventually.”

“One would think.”

The young Park heir glanced toward Taehyung’s window again just in time to see the man in question dart back behind the curtains. 

"I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE, KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU PHILANDERING SLEAZE BAG!" 

Jimin made another jump for the trellis and this time Jungkook caught him in mid-air. 

“Sir, I’m sure it was just the maid!”

“It’s not the maid! I’d know that raggedy mop of his anywhere!”

Jungkook was out of breath at this point. Park Jimin might be small, but he was fierce. 

“Perhaps it’s best if you took a moment to collect yourself,” he grunted. “There’s a lovely new spa down the street and they sent Taehyung two free deluxe packages.”

Jimin stopped struggling. 

“Oh?”

Five minutes later, Jungkook sighed deeply and fished his phone out of his back pocket. 

“He’s gone, sir.”

“Excellent work, Jungkook. I never doubted you for a second.”

“However…”

“... However?”

“I had to give him your spa passes.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“Are you headed for a gala or the guillotine?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t pay extra for commentary.”

“It’s complimentary, sir.”

The Kim heir tugged absently at the material of his absurdly expensive evening wear. 

Why do these events always have to be so uncomfortable? 

“Seriously, Tae… you seem,” the young aide searched for the right words, “unusually tense.”

Taehyung’s mind flashed back to three nights ago when he had his mouth wrapped around your breast. 

“Not at all,” he coughed, loosening the collar of his shirt. 

Jungkook bit his lip.

“Is this about Ms. Park, sir?”

The cufflinks Taehyung was attempting to fasten suddenly went flying across the room and hit a lamp. 

Both men winced. 

“I think that was your grandmother’s.”

Taehyung sighed. 

“I admit there have been… some developments.”

Jungkook nodded nonchalantly, trying to disguise the fact that he was internally frothing at the mouth for details. 

“... Such as?”

Taehyung gulped. 

“It started out rather innocently I suppose…” he cleared his throat, “but there may have been some suggestive photographs.”

“There may have been? Are you not sure?”

Taehyung colored guiltily. 

“Well—”

“Do you need me to check for you, sir? I have an art history degree.”

“Absolutely not.”

Jungkook grinned. 

“That’s what I thought.”

Taehyung yanked his tie out of the younger man’s hand. 

“Things have… escalated a bit.”

“Escalated how?”

I licked her tit in the back of a limo.

“Physically.”

It was everything Jungkook could do to maintain a straight face. 

“That’s… shocking.”

“Then why don’t you seem shocked?” Taehyung grumbled. 

A small smile played across Jungkook’s lips as he pointedly ignored the elder man’s observation.

“So what are you going to do, sir?”

Taehyung was silent for a long moment. 

“I honestly have no idea.”

Watching you walk toward him was an experience.  

Taehyung wondered absently if this was how it would be from now on; if for the rest of his life just the sight of you would be enough to scatter his mind and his pulse and even the way he breathed. 

Your dress tonight was deadly. 

It was a decadent red satin halter that clung to every curve. The truly wicked detail, however, was a daring slit that ran the entire length of your leg. 

Taehyung was certain he was going to trip over his own tongue at some point if he looked directly at you for too long. 

Oh help. 

Memories of your previous encounter flooded his senses. Every second you were getting closer and he didn’t know what to do—what to say. 

So he didn’t say anything at all. 

Not a word when you reached the bottom of the stairs. Nothing but silence as he opened the door of the limo for you. More silence and no eye contact as he settled into the seat across from yours—

And you tolerated that for about three minutes. 

“I never thought I’d see the day when Kim Taehyung didn’t have a comment about something. Perhaps I should mark this down on my calendar.”

The words were lightly spoken, but you were shaking on the inside. The last time the two of you were alone together he had your dress around your waist and you were moaning his name. Now he wasn’t talking and you were torn between panic and irritation. 

Taehyung, however, latched onto your passive barb like a lifeline. 

“Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear from the benevolent Park Angel?” He grinned. “Surely not.”

“Red is not a particularly angelic color. Perhaps I’m feeling feisty today.”

Taehyung leaned back in his seat and indulged himself in a thorough examination of your outfit. The urge to run his hands over the satin-covered lines of your body was nearly unbearable. He curled his fingers into fists to keep them from doing just that. 

She is definitely trying to kill me. 

“Should I be worried?”

Now it was your turn to grin. 

“I guess we’ll find out.”

The Governor’s Winter Wonderland Gala was by far the most extravagant event of the holiday season. Tickets cost a small fortune and sold out almost immediately. 

But it was well worth the price of admission.

Thousands of lights sparkled overhead as you made your way through the great hall of Governor Kim’s mansion. 

It was like stepping into a fairytale. 

Taehyung couldn’t take his eyes off you. The sheer wonder in your expression was breathtaking. 

You were breathtaking.  

“Governor Kim, it is such an honor to finally meet you.”

The Governor was a handsome man in his early fifties with a smile that was every bit as lethal as it had been twenty-five years ago. 

“The honor is all mine, Ms. Park. I trust my nephew is treating you well.”

Your eyes widened. 

“N-nephew?”

Taehyung shrugged. 

“I don’t really talk about it much.” 

The Governor chuckled and you cleared your throat to cover your nervousness. 

“Yes, he’s been a very capable escort.”

“Is that so?” Governor Kim smiled charmingly. “Well if it doesn’t work out, my son Seokjin is still single—”

“Thank you, Uncle. It was lovely to see you as always.”

You squeaked as Taehyung placed his hand firmly on the curve of your back and practically dragged you away. 

The Governor just shook his head and laughed. 

“Oh kid, you’ve got it bad.”

Everywhere you looked there was beauty. 

Whoever planned the gala this year had truly gone above and beyond. Surrounded on all sides by glittering trees and snowy vignettes, it was easy to be swept away in the festive magic of the evening. 

All in all (despite some initial awkwardness), you were having a fantastic time...

Until she showed up. 

“Kim Taehyung! Is that you?”

Every single hair on your body stood on end, but before you could determine the source of the shrill squealing, you found yourself being nudged aside by a blinding golden gown and some very high heels. 

“Aubrey,” Taehyung grunted as five-and-half feet of gorgeous wrapped herself around him like a clinging vine. “Long time no see.”

“Not since that vacation in Aspen,” she giggled. “We had quite a time, didn’t we Tae Tae!”

Suddenly you had the most unholy urge to slap the spray tan right off this woman. 

Instead, you plastered on a vibrant smile and placed your hand on Taehyung’s sleeve.

“Um. Excuse me, Tae Tae, perhaps you could introduce us?”

Taehyung looked as if he’d just been served raw fire ants for dinner. 

“Yes. Of course. This is—”

“Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine,” she interrupted with a smug little smirk. “Taehyung and I go way back.” Her expression grew just the slightest bit tighter. “And you are?”

“His date,” you deadpanned. 

“Aubrey,” Taehyung cleared his throat, “I’d like you to meet Ms. Park she’s—”

“Oh my goodness! You’re Jimin’s little sister aren't you!” Aubrey slapped her hand over his chest and he winced. “That is so precious of you to take her around like this!”

Your eyebrows raised right up into your hairline and Taehyung groaned. 

“Yes, he was kind enough to sign me out of the nursery for the evening.” You offered them both a painfully vacant nod. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I see one of my play-dates near the buffet.”

Then you turned on your heel and sauntered off without another word. 

Taehyung moved to follow you, but Aubrey curled her fingers into the crook of his arm and pulled him back. 

“Oh let her go, Tae. You and I have so much catching up to do.”

Taehyung pointedly removed her hand from his elbow. 

“Some other time perhaps.” 

Aubrey pouted prettily. 

“You’re not running off after her are you? She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself.”

Taehyung crossed his arms and fixed her with a knowing look. 

“Funny... that’s not what you were implying a moment ago.”

“A moment ago I didn’t have you all to myself. Now I do.” She had the decency to blush. “Perhaps I got a bit jealous.”

“You don’t say.” His eyes continued to search the crowd for any sign of you. 

“It seems I had good reason to be,” she murmured quietly. 

“Aubrey... Listen I—”

She cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Don’t bother Tae Tae. I’m petty, but I’ve never been pathetic.”

He grinned. 

“Never.”

The lady sighed and gave him a heated once over.

“What a shame.”

Then she strolled off with a rueful smile. 

“You know what I don’t understand?”

You turn to find Min Yoongi leaning casually against a nearby column. He looked absurdly handsome as always, but his grin was just the slightest bit mischievous. 

“What don’t you understand, Mr. Min?”

The question was clearly a bait, but you were still fuming from your earlier encounter with Ms. St. Valentine and therefore desperately in need of a distraction. 

Yoongi pushed off the column and lazily made his way toward you.

“I don’t understand how a man pays a hundred thousand dollars for an evening with the most beautiful woman in the city, and then leaves her all by herself.” He leaned forward with a playful grin. “Perhaps you could enlighten me?”

Oh he’s good. 

You made a show of tapping your chin thoughtfully. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that one.”

Yoongi sighed and shook his head. 

“Couldn’t be me.”

You laughed then. He really was a delightful man. In fact, if you still had your heart, you might have considered letting him take a shot at it. 

Alas. 

You tilted your head speculatively. 

Surely there was no need to brush away good company...

After all, no one else is interested in spending time with me. 

“Since my escort is otherwise occupied, perhaps you could join me for dinner?”

Yoongi held out his hand. 

“I’d be delighted.”

Taehyung wandered around the mansion for nearly forty-five minutes looking for his date.  

Panic was just starting to build in his chest when he finally spotted you

—at his private dining table with Min Yoongi. 

It was everything he could do not to storm over and yank the other man out of his seat by the lapels. 

Alright, Angel. If this is the game you want to play… then let’s play. 

Taehyung felt his anger rise with every step, but he ruthlessly suppressed any sign of it and instead adopted a charming smile. 

“Min, I didn’t expect to find you here. What a… delightful surprise.”

Yoongi’s expression was just a shade too satisfied. Taehyung could already feel his blood pressure beginning to skyrocket. 

“Yes, Ms. Park believed that you were otherwise occupied and invited me to share the meal with her.”

“I see,” Taehyung practically snarled. “However,” his gaze landed heavily on you, “since I paid for this table, I hope you won’t mind if I join you as well?”

You avoided looking at him up to this point, but now you were choking on your wine

“Easy there, Angel,” Taehyung murmured as he pulled up a seat extremely close to yours—so close that your thighs were nearly touching. 

Oh boy. 

Over the next several minutes Yoongi continued to flirt openly and you continued to smile prettily and pretend Taehyung wasn’t there (which naturally infuriated him). 

You should have known he wouldn’t let you get away with such behavior so easily. 

This was Kim Taehyung, after all, and if there was anything that could be counted on when it came to your shared history, it was that one (or both) of you was always ready to escalate. 

You had just offered the young Min heir yet another flowery compliment when you felt Taehyung make his move. 

Two warm fingers slid under the silken slit of your dress, coming to rest possessively over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

You squeaked and nearly spat up your drink. 

Taehyung leaned forward in fake concern, wrapping his arm around you as if to offer aid. 

“Are you alright?”

His hand continued to move significantly beneath your gown, but his face was the picture of innocence. 

You glared. 

“Just fine, thank you.”

A slow grin crept across his features as he began to trace soft intimate patterns over your skin.  

On the other side of the table, Yoongi tilted his head in genuine solicitude. “Are you sure?”

You nodded sharply. 

Satisfied, he resumed speaking about whatever it was he’d been saying—though you couldn’t understand a word of it at this point because the torturous strokes Taehyung was leisurely drawing over your thighs were moving closer to your center with each passing second. 

Yet you made no move to stop him. 

You should have. 

You should have slapped his touch away—rebuked him for his boldness—

But you didn’t. 

So he just kept nodding and smiling while Yoongi spoke, even as his fingers teased you with the maddening persistence of a man who knew very well what he was doing. 

You gasped aloud when he finally brushed the pad of his thumb over the thin cotton of your panties. 

“T-Taehyung—” 

“Hmm?” he turned to you, seemingly surprised by your attention (it was—after all—the first time you’d addressed him since the beginning of the meal).

“Could you pass me the salt,” you sputtered (hoping to cover the fact that you moaned his name involuntarily). Unfortunately, Taehyung seemed wholly aware of your ruse, offering you the salt shaker with a superior smirk.

You seriously considered stabbing him with a fork. 

However, before you could carry out any bloodthirsty plans, he pressed his fingers directly over your clit and your eyes rolled back in your head

“Oh my g—” you bit your lip stubbornly, “this lamb is just so good.” 

Sweet mother of macaroons, he is too skilled at this. 

You shoveled another bite into your mouth to cover your whine as Taehyung began to rub tight little circles over your sweet spot. 

Across the table, Yoongi nodded in blissful unawareness. 

“Yes, I agree, the lamb is excellent—very tender.”

Taehyung took advantage of the momentary distraction to slip beneath the fabric of your undergarment. 

Your fork clattered to your plate and your hand came up to cover your mouth as he began running his fingers up and down your soaked slit.

It was everything you could do to hold back your depraved whimpering. 

“I can’t wait to taste it,” Taehyung replied, flicking your clit in a way that guaranteed he wasn’t referring to the lamb. 

At this point Yoongi seemed to notice you were in some sort of distress. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and leaned forward. 

“Ms. Park, are you well?”

Taehyung chose that moment to sink his finger into the welcoming heat of your pussy. 

“Yes,” you almost sobbed, “I’m-I’m very well—thank you.”

“Excellent,” Yoongi smiled as he rose to his feet. “If you’re feeling up to it, perhaps you could favor me with a dance?”

Several attendees were already making their way to the center of the floor and the orchestra was beginning to play.

Your entire body, however, was vibrating like a plucked harp string and Taehyung was still brushing back and forth against your clit, driving you toward a release that promised to be explosive. 

There was no way—simply no way—that you would be capable of hiding it. 

“Yes! I would love to dance with you,” you squeaked, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s wrist frantically. The feel of him pulling out of your sopping core was nearly enough to have you coming right there. 

Thankfully, Yoongi remained utterly oblivious to the debauchery unfolding beneath the table. He took your hand and helped you to your feet with an eager smile (and it was a good thing too because your legs were still shaking). 

When the two of you reached the dance floor, you turned back for the briefest instant—

just long enough to meet Taehyung’s heated gaze as his lips closed over the finger he buried in your cunt. 

Emotions were a funny thing. 

They impacted your judgement, affected your body, altered your behavior… 

And occasionally eroded your common sense. 

Sitting alone in the corner of the Governor’s ballroom, Kim Taehyung found himself experiencing a full spectrum of emotional side-effects. 

His hands clenched as he watched Min Yoongi spin you around the floor. 

His heart pounded every time he caught a flash of your shapely leg peeking through the slit in your gown. 

His blood boiled when you threw your head back and laughed at something the other man said. 

It was difficult to pinpoint which emotion was to blame for each of these reactions. There were certainly a number of them boiling over in his subconscious. 

Frustration—

I didn’t even want to talk to Aubrey! How are you acting like anything she said was my fault?!

Rage—  

Why is challenging people to duels illegal? I would fight Min Yoongi at dawn. I would fight Min Yoongi now. 

Jealousy—

You asked her to dance while my fingers were in her pussy. We are not the same. 

But perhaps the most persistent—the most overwhelming— emotion twisting through him was longing. 

You and Taehyung spent nearly four years apart, and he was so desperate to be near you—even then—that he resorted to childish pranks in order to remain a part of your life. 

He hadn’t recognized his actions or desires for what they were. He hadn’t realized what you meant to him...

But now, after spending the last several days with your hand on his arm and your laughter in his ear, he could no longer imagine spending another moment without you. 

Everything seemed to crystallize as he watched you laughing and dancing in the arms of another man. 

Uncertainty became clear. Complications became simple. 

And when he saw Min Yoongi’s hand slide dangerously close to the perfect swell of your backside—

Emotion became action.

“Mind if I cut in?”

It wasn’t a question really. Taehyung was already shouldering his rival out of the way and pulling you into his arms. 

“Taehyung,” you hissed, shooting the bewildered Yoongi an apologetic look over his shoulder, “what are you doing? This is so rude—”

“You’re absolutely right,” he agreed, sweeping you through the couples on the floor with practiced ease. “It is unpardonably rude to steal someone else’s date. He’s lucky all I did was steal you back.”

Your mouth dropped open. 

“Oh? So you finally remembered that I was your date?”

Taehyung’s grip on the curve of your waist became a shade rougher as he pulled you through the next turn. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means—” you stepped forward vigorously, nearly smashing your body into his, “—that you spent forty-five minutes with Aubrey Alicia St. Valentine when you were supposed to be having dinner with me!”

Taehyung growled and yanked you flush against him. 

“I spent forty-five minutes looking for you while you were giving away my table to Min Yoongi!”

The two of you sailed through the next several movements glaring at one another before you snapped again. 

“None of this would have happened if you had just told Aubrey St. Spray Tan that you were with me—”

“I did!”

“Instead, you let her call me a baby!”

“What let? Aubrey is a grown woman!”

“But—”

“And—you stormed off before I could say anything, so how would you know what I let?”

“You didn’t come after me!”

“Yes actually I did—but she grabbed my arm!”

“Really? Well what else did she grab?”

Taehyung abruptly realized how silent everything around you had become. 

People were staring—and not even discreetly— just full on staring with their mouths hanging open. 

Well that’s great. 

Taehyung’s hand closed around yours and you suddenly found yourself being marched across the dance floor at a breakneck pace.

“What are you doing?”

“Continuing this discussion in private.”

“We can’t just go somewhere private in the Governor’s mansion!” you sputtered, struggling to keep up with his larger strides. 

“You mean in my uncle’s house? Yes—actually we can—and we will.”

Taehyung proved to be a man of his word, dragging you past two security guards and into the roped off section of the manor with nothing more than a nod. 

The residential wing of the Governor’s home was beautifully decorated with traditional Korean artistic touches—all of which you were unable to appreciate while Taehyung was speed walking you through the halls. 

After a surprising amount of turns and archways, he yanked open an ornate wooden door with the words Reflection Suite written on a plaque above it in beautiful calligraphy. 

You almost giggled when you got a look inside. 

On the surface it was a tastefully furnished guest room with a simple cherry wood desk and a cozy double bed set in an elegant matching frame.

However—

The ceiling and one full wall were nothing but massive mirrors. 

Reflection suite indeed. 

The door slammed shut and Taehyung rounded on you with a stormy expression—though you weren’t waiting on him to fire the first volley.

“This is definitely going to get us in trouble.”

“I told you, I can go wherever I want in this house. It’s fine.”

“Then why did you take us here?”

“Because you were shouting—”

“I was shouting?! You were shouting I just—”

Suddenly your back was against the wall and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours. 

He hadn’t brought you here for this. When he grabbed your hand, he was only trying to get away from the crowds. He told himself that he needed privacy so you could talk—so he could clarify things. 

But the minute the door closed and you flared up again in all your magnificent rage, he was lost. 

He had to kiss you then. 

You were so lovely. So fierce. So wildly irresistible and he was too utterly smitten to fight the need to be near you—to be with you in every way that he could—for a single second more. 

The shock of Kim Taehyung pressing his lips to yours lasted about two full seconds—and then there was nothing but ravenous insatiable need. 

Finally. 

Everything was him. 

Everything was this—this sweet indescribable ignition of a desire that spanned years. You moaned eagerly against his mouth in wanton delight. After a decade of sparks, you were more than ready to burn. 

“Taehyung—”

His name poured out of you like a prayer. You needed him everywhere and miraculously he seemed to understand—

Not that he was prepared to be polite about it. 

“Where’s that smart mouth now, Angel?” he growled, tangling his hands in your hair to expose the tender column of your throat. “Nothing to say?”

Your only answer was a desperate whine as he spread hot-open mouthed kisses down the soft skin of your neck all the way to your collarbone.

Now was not the time for patience. He would be tender with you later. You absolutely deserved soft sweet caresses and slow leisurely love making and he was absolutely going to give them to you—every day if you’d let him. 

But not today. 

The minute his mouth encountered the barrier of your dress, he gripped onto the sides and yanked it down to your waist.

“You knew just what you were doing in the back of that limo, you little brat,” he hissed, taking one swollen nipple into his mouth and tormenting it with his tongue.

“Tae-ahhh!” Your back arched involuntarily in ruthless pleasure. 

“I spent hours—days even—wanting to get my hands on these perfect tits.” He licked the other nipple obscenely, squeezing the soft mound till it bulged through his fingers. “And you offered me the barest taste with that coy little grin, knowing it wouldn’t be enough—” 

He reared back and landed a firm slap on both breasts and you screamed.

It was so so good. 

“Look at them now,” he murmured, “so swollen and needy and mine.”

If any other man had said those words, you would have cut his heart out with a butter knife. 

But you had always belonged to this man body and soul, and to hear him acknowledge it so primitively felt like the sweetest vindication. 

“Yes!” you sobbed.

The affirmation only inflamed him further. He teased and fondled the tender flesh till you were shaking.

Your fingers curled into the soft waves of his hair as he indulged himself. He looked so ridiculously good sucking your nipple, moaning lewdly with his eyes pressed shut in cathartic bliss. 

“This is all your fault, Angel,” he groaned. “You just don’t know how to behave.”

His hands gripped the curve of your backside, lifting you right off the floor and into his arms. Your mouths fused together heatedly as he carried you to the bed, and you giggled against him when his words finally processed. 

“You’ve been saying that for years.” 

“It’s been true for years,” he muttered, pulling one of your legs up around him so he could grind against your cunt while you kissed. 

Your fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, tearing them off when they didn’t unhook fast enough. You waited too long to be with him like this to care about anything other than the feel of his skin against your own.

“Impatient, are we?” he chuckled, bringing his lips around to nip at your ear. 

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, yanking the ruined garment right off his shoulder just so you could sink your teeth into it. 

Taehyung moaned loudly, snapping his hips against yours with an involuntary jerk.

“You really are such a brat,” he hissed, fisting his hands in the satin length of your skirt. “Let’s see how fierce you are with my tongue in your pussy—”

His words were so filthy and raw, yet they stoked a frenzied need in your belly like nothing you had ever encountered. 

“This dress is evil,” he snarled, fumbling with the zipper for a moment before switching to a more destructive tactic. “It has tormented me all night and now it’s in my way.”

The stitching proved no match for his resolve, and—after a few vigorous tugs—he ripped it apart from the slit on up, leaving you covered in nothing but the thin cotton underwear he had breached earlier that evening. 

After disposing of your shredded gown, Taehyung paused for a moment just to take in the sight of you. 

“What a perfect little angel,” he taunted playfully, snapping the band of your lingerie against your hips with a cocky grin. 

Then he brushed his nose right up against the sopping fabric and inhaled deeply. “You smell just like heaven,” he growled before licking you right through the cloth, “and you taste even better.”

The sensations twisting through your body were merciless. You needed more or you were going to shake apart. 

“Taehyung please,” you whined, pressing against him shamelessly.

“Oh a please?” he chuckled, throwing your own words from the first night back at you. “Who knew you had manners?”

You would have screamed in frustration, but he cut you off with an open mouthed kiss right over the wettest part of your panties.

“Perhaps I can make a good girl of you yet,” he chuckled, as you opened yourself wider to encourage him. 

You nodded frantically, letting out another moan when he yanked the flimsy little scrap of lace down your legs—smearing a line of arousal over your thighs.

“So messy,” he tsked, tapping his finger right above your knee where the naughty little streak ended. “What am I going to do with you?” 

Then he pressed his tongue over the shiny trail of slick and licked it right off. 

You gasped loudly and his lascivious smirk was almost beautiful enough to make up for all of the shameless teasing. 

Almost. 

"You want my mouth, pretty Angel?” he whispered, letting the words brush maddeningly against your folds. “You want me to feed on this sweet little cunt?”

Every cell in your body cried out for release. He already edged you under the table at dinner and now he was determined to unravel you entirely. You would say anything—do anything. 

"Please—" you whispered.

"Please who?" 

Normally you met his arrogance with a cutting riposte, but an entire evening of methodical torment had left you beyond desperate. 

"Please Taehyung,” you begged needily. 

He grinned. 

“That’s right, Angel. Kim Taehyung. Not Min Yoongi or any other pathetic trust fund prick that’s panting for a taste of this pussy.” His eyes fastened on yours significantly. “You belong to me.”

Then his tongue licked a flat stripe over your glistening slit and you sagged onto the bed in relief—only to be thrown back into oblivion when his lips closed over your clit. 

Your body arched involuntarily as a ruthless wave of pleasure tore through you. Your eyes and mouth flew open in a silent scream and it was in that moment you remembered exactly where you were. 

Underneath a giant mirror. 

The passionate woman staring down at you was nearly unrecognizable. Her body was littered with her lover’s marks. Her hands gripped feverishly into the sheets beneath her—-

And Kim Taehyung was kneeling between her thighs, suckling on her weeping cunt with obscene satisfaction. 

It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen in your life. 

Your hands reached down to tangle in his hair, using it for leverage as you ground against his face. 

Then suddenly his grip on your legs tightened and his tongue plunged roughly into your trembling core. 

“Tae—ahh oh my—I can’t—”

The sensation was so intense that your hips bucked violently. You could not keep still. You were charging towards an explosion and your body was shaking itself apart. 

The noises tearing from you were incoherent. Everything around you focused in on the juncture of your thighs where Taehyung was licking inside of you again and again until—

You shattered. 

And the force of it nearly bent your back in half. 

Delirious sobs poured from your lips as he worked you through it, letting the obscene flood of your cum soak his face. 

The sight of him slowly lapping at the release between your folds, was unspeakably erotic. He ran his hands in soothing circles over your skin while you twitched and fluttered back down from your high. 

Then he was kissing you again. 

It was softer this time, but you felt truly depraved—and instantly obsessed—with the taste of yourself in his mouth—on his skin.

You could barely understand this ravenous hunger. You’d just found relief, yet you were already reaching for more. 

Your hands snaked down and wrapped around his still covered cock and he hissed in ragged pleasure. 

“So eager,” he gasped, as you pushed him back against the headboard—but you didn’t have time to bother with his teasing.

You were gonna blow Kim Taehyung into space. 

He bit his lip when you yanked down his pants and boxers together, freeing his arousal with stunning efficiency. 

It was almost unfair to discover that his cock was every bit as beautiful as he was.

“Of course,” you muttered. 

The sultry smirk he shot you in return had your cunt flooding all over again.

“You think Min Yoongi has a cock like mine?”

“I don’t think about Min Yoongi’s cock,” you retorted, wrapping your hand around his length, “you’ve always been the biggest dick I’ve ever met.” 

“I knew you thought about my dick,” he groaned as you began to work up and down the swollen shaft. 

After a moment, his hand slid over your chin to grip your hair, drawing you forward till your lips were almost touching. 

“I wonder what this pretty mouth can do,” he whispered. 

You gasped against him and he smiled. 

“Do you know how often I pictured your lips around my cock, Angel?”

You mewled shamelessly and he growled, cupping your cheek as your hands continued to service him. 

“Do you know how often I imagined this perfect throat stuffed full of my cum?” 

His palm slid down to lightly grip the soft flesh of your neck and you shuddered against him with a needy whimper. 

“I know you could suck me so good, Angel. I’ve wanted it for so so long...”

Your mouth actually watered with anticipation. 

The desire to be good for him—to give him whatever he asked for—consumed you. 

Taehyung let his head fall back against the headboard with a groan at the first brush of your lips along his shaft. His hips rutted involuntarily as your tongue wrapped around the tip and you hummed with pleasure at his enthusiastic response. 

After a moment you slid him into the welcoming heat of your mouth, taking him in as far as you could in one stroke. His jaw dropped open and his entire body jerked forward. 

“Yes, that’s it, Angel—feels so good.”

His praise was addictive. 

You loved that you could bring him to this. You loved to see the haughty Kim Taehyung coming apart as you sucked him. 

It made you feel beautiful—powerful even—and you reveled in every second of it. 

Your eyes were starting to tear. His length began to throb and pulse against your tongue and you knew he was close—so close you could almost taste him—

Yet suddenly he was pulling you back and you whined pitifully at the loss. 

Taehyung chuckled, dragging you toward him till your dripping core slid across his cock.

“I’m not coming before I get inside that pretty little pussy,” he swore, working your hips over his sex till it was drenched in arousal. 

The crass words filled you with the fiercest, most incredible want and you clenched reflexively against him in response. 

“Is that what you want?” Taehyung whispered as he bore you back into the mattress, pinning both your wrists above your head. “You want me to fill your empty little cunt?”

You did. 

You wanted it so so bad. 

“Please.”

Taehyung gently lowered himself closer to you, resting his forehead intimately against yours as he lined up his cock at your entrance. 

“Are you sure, Angel? Because there’s no going back after this... If you give yourself to me, then you’re mine—and I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you.”

“Taehyung, you idiot,”—a tender smile spread over your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck—“... I’ve always been yours.”

He swore violently—letting the slight tremble in his voice betray just how deeply your words affected him. 

Then his fingers tightened on the soft flesh of your hip and he filled you to the hilt with one delicious thrust. 

There was a moment—the smallest space in time—where your eyes locked together and everything seemed to suspend; a strange perfect calm before a monumental storm. 

Then your world caught fire. 

Taehyung drove himself into you with passionate fury, letting years of denial fuel the insatiable rhythm of his strokes. 

Every time he told himself no. Every time he held himself back—

Every bit of it burned away as you screamed his name. 

The feel of him was indescribable. 

You imagined it too many times to count, yet your dreams fell pitifully short of the visceral reality. 

He was bloomin’ magnificent. 

Your fingers clawed up and down his back, desperate to hold on to something while he pounded into your g-spot like an animal. 

“This tiny cunt is the tightest thing I’ve ever had around my cock,” he gasped and you whined needily at his praise. “Like it was made for me—” his hand came up to grip your breast, “like you were made for me.”

“Yes—”

Taehyung’s need seemed to amplify with every whimper and moan that fell from your lips. The feelings you sparked in him were fierce and unapologetically primitive.

He would go to war for you—build a fortress for you—fight a dragon if one dared come close. 

You were his. 

And he felt like a savage every time you cried out for more. 

Suddenly an unexpected movement in his periphery caught his attention.

He’d been so consumed with the extraordinary rush of claiming you that he’d forgotten—

This guest room was thirty-five percent mirrors. 

And now… he couldn’t look away. 

The sight of your bodies tangling together in headless bliss played out before him like a scene from his most debauched and forbidden fantasies. His reflection grinned back at him in fascinated ecstasy while his beloved nemesis lost herself in the pleasure of his cock.

Something dark and wild began to burn in his chest as he studied the lovers in the glass. 

“Look at you, Angel,” he whispered softly, “you really are perfect.”

Then he pulled out of your core and you whined bitterly in protest, chasing his body to rid yourself of the sudden unacceptable emptiness. 

“Still so needy,” he taunted, gripping your hips and flipping you on your stomach before you could even think to protest.

“I want you to watch that pretty angel in the mirror come on my cock,” he groaned, plunging back into you from behind. 

The new angle was somehow impossibly deeper and your body shook as another wave of pleasure overtook it. 

Your fingers clawed into the mattress for purchase as he pistoned into your trembling mound. 

Only Kim Taehyung could rail you like a whore while he worshiped you like a queen. 

He gave you a moment to adjust before drawing your body back against his chest. His arm wrapped over your stomach as he slowly eased your legs apart, unfolding the lewd tableau of your bodies joined together for the voyeuristic gaze of the glass.   

“Look at yourself, Angel,” he growled, mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced with every thrust. “Look at how well you're taking me.” 

Then his fingers slid down to rub your clit and you screamed. 

“Tae! Ah-ahh!”

The pleasure building within you now was violent. You were coiling too tightly, too fast—

“That’s right Angel. Take it all.”

Your eyes locked with his in the mirror for the briefest instant.

And then you flew apart. 

Taehyung threw his head back with a carnal moan as you clamped down around him. His body was hurtling toward its own release with reckless speed. 

“I’m close,” he panted, “where can I come?”

“Come inside me please,” you begged, and Taehyung’s eyes widened in frenzied lust. 

“That’s what you want? Huh?” his thrusts became rougher as he chased his relief, “You want me to fill this puffy little pussy with my cum?”

“Yes, I want it so bad—“ you sobbed. 

“Sweet Angel,” he groaned, gripping at your breasts as he pulled you tighter against him. 

Then he met your gaze in the mirror again. 

“I want everything with you; a home—a family—your body in my arms every morning when I wake up—” his voice trembled, “I want it all.” 

The raw vulnerability in his eyes nearly broke you.

“Tae,” you gasped softly, too overcome with joy to manage anything else. 

His mouth pressed hungrily against the curve of your shoulder. You could feel his cock throbbing in your core as he bent you forward, pounding into your sex with exquisite precision. 

"Stay with me, Angel,” he whispered. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his high. “I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

The glorious thrill of his words tore over your senses with euphoric brutality. Your walls tightened greedily around his cock and the taunt cord of pleasure finally snapped. 

He came with a broken groan, flooding the welcoming heat of your womb with his release. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG!”

The sound of his name being shouted by the absolute last person in the world whose voice he wanted to hear woke Taehyung from a dead sleep.  

His eyes widened in panic as he began yanking pillows and covers from all over the bed in a frenzied attempt to hide—

The doors to his bedroom flew open with a resounding crash. 

“Jimin,” he squeaked, trying to look as casual as possible next to a giant pile of bedding. “What uh—what brings you here at—” his eyes darted to the clock on the wall, “—7:30 in the morning?”

Then he frowned. 

“And how the hell did you get past Jungkook?”

Jimin’s murderous expression broke momentarily to allow for a smug grin. 

“Kendra.”

Kendra Jackson was Jimin’s executive aide. She was fierce, capable, intelligent—

And insanely gorgeous. 

Taehyung groaned. 

Poor Jungkookie never stood a chance. 

To the surprise of absolutely no one, yet another newspaper landed on Taehyung’s lap.

KIM HEIR BRINGS NAUGHTY ANGEL HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Underneath the headline was a picture of you and Taehyung (dressed in clothes you stole from Jin’s childhood bedroom) kissing passionately against the side entrance of the Governor’s mansion. 

One of your legs was wrapped around his waist and he was clearly grabbing your ass. 

“Ah… well you see the camera distorts everything from this angle—and-and the lighting is bad so it’s not really what it looks like—”

“Is that so? Cause it looks like you’ve got your tongue down my baby sister’s throat!”

“Okay—okay,” Taehyung massaged his forehead nervously, “so maybe it’s sort of what it looks like but—”

“I’ll kill you.”

“No wait—” he held up his hands to delay an already advancing Jimin. 

“Why should I wait?!”

“Because—”

“—I trusted you with the most important person in the world to me—”

“The situation is just not that simple.” 

“—and you grabbed her ass in public!”

“Admittedly not my finest hour.”

“So you tell me right now—”

“But you don’t understand it’s—”

“—Why the hell would I wait?!”

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH HER!”

For a moment there was absolute silence. 

Then your head popped out from the massive pile of bedding. 

“Really?”

Jimin’s mouth fell open. 

Taehyung groaned again. 

“As usual, your timing is impeccable.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment.

“Are you really in love with me?”

“Of course I’m in love with you! What part of I want you to have my children did you not understand?!” 

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Jimin choked. 

“That’s not the same thing!”

“It is for me!”

A radiant smile lit up your face. 

“I’m in love with you too.”

Taehyung’s expression softened. 

“Angel I—”

Then you were kissing and Jimin swung around with a horrified shout.

“Oh! No no no—Come on!”

He stumbled out of the room, hands firmly clamped over his eyes. 

“This is not over, Kim Taehyung!” the scandalized young Park heir howled in exasperation… but there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Back in the bedroom, Taehyung shook his head at Jimin’s ridiculous caterwauling. 

“No, it’s not over,” he laughed, pulling you deeper into the comfort of his arms. “It’s only just begun.”

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story. 

This baby took FOR-EVER to write. I started it in November and literally worked on it a little every day. 

If you enjoyed it— even just a tiny bit—please consider taking a moment to leave me some feedback. It is so incredibly uplifting and rewarding to hear reader thoughts and reactions to my work.

I promise to treasure every word like gold. It took a lot to bring this story to life. Your kind words would mean the world to me.

[seokjinsonlyone]

so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[alpacaparkaseok]

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself

pairing/genre: Taehyung x reader, idol!reader x idol!taehyung

premise: When you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’re immediately teleported to them. So, technically it’s not your fault that you ended up in Kim Taehyung’s lap for all to see.

word count: 1.3k

[1/2]

requested by @marianeamine​ - thanks for the fun request! a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! (also, can we just enjoy Yoongi’s tiny clapping in the background of this gif? lol)

The lights are nearly blinding as you move across the stage, basking in the fan-chants you can hear around the giant venue. You don’t claim to be anything like EXO or BTS...but still, you would be lying if you didn’t get some sort of satisfaction at the considerable amount of fans that made it to MAMA this year.

You watch as one of your group members takes the center as you’d practiced, the other two of you flanking her and pushing hard through the final notes of the song. 

Your little trio, while new to the competitive world of K-pop, had an amazingly successful year. When you were invited to perform not one but two of your hit songs on stage at one of the most prestigious award shows of the year, you were floored.

Now, locking eyes with your other bandmate as all three of you hit the final note - which is nothing short of a miracle, considering how hard you’re breathing right now - you can’t help but smile.

What a year it’s been. 

Together, the three of you sink to the floor, keeping those smiles on your faces until lights fade and the cameras go elsewhere. You were instructed to remain sitting on this portion of the stage for about a minute after the performance, due to the hosts coming out on the opposite end of the room and needing to rearrange this corner. It was deemed too dangerous for you all to get down just yet, but you don’t mind.

Now that you don’t have those blinding lights focused on you, you can actually see out into the crowd. Your heart swells as you spot all of your fans with signs and lightsticks, a few of them still trying to see your group through the darkness. It’s tempting to wave at them, but you refrain, not wanting to draw attention away from the hosts. 

“Dude,” Jiwoo scoots closer to you, Ari leaning over as well to hear what she’s whispering, “Is it just me, or did Yeonjun just get like...1000 times hotter?”

You refrain from laughing, instead craning your neck to get a look. “Where’s TXT?”

Jiwoo gives you subtle directions, not daring to point at him for fear of some fancams picking up on her newfound obsession. That would be a PR disaster. 

“They’re kind of hard to see from this angle,” Ari explains, having already found them. “They’re sitting right behind BTS though.”

Well, you know where BTS is sitting. Everyone, whether they like it or not, is automatically tuned in to where the biggest band in the world is sitting. 

You look over at them, eyes jumping over them to see TXT behind them. You grin. “Yeah, they all look really good.”

“Yeah,” Jiwoo huffs. “But Yeonjun looks sooo good, right?”

Squinting your eyes in an effort to get a better look, you’re a little shocked when certain BTS members sense your stare.

You watch with utter embarrassment as Jimin chuckles at your group, nudging Taehyung and mumbling something to him.

“Er...guys...” you begin, praying that Taehyung won’t look this way. How embarrassing, they probably think that you’re gawking at them not TXT.

You don’t get to finish your sentence as you see Taehyung glancing up, saying something to Jimin as he locks eyes with you.

The darkness from your corner of the stage suddenly becomes absolute, wind whistling in your ears as you gasp for air. The strange sensation doesn’t last long, and soon you’re slamming into something solid and warm.

Peeking one eye open, you’re met with fluffy dark hair, and arms that wrap around your waist to keep you from slipping off. 

Before you’re even able to understand what’s happening, you hear it. People whispering, a few even crying out in distress. Did something bad happen?

Straightening up, you let out a little squeak at you find yourself staring straight into the cocoa-dipped eyes of Kim Taehyung. His lips have parted, making it seem like he was gasping just a moment ago. One of his earrings glints in the light, casting him in a diamond-like glow.

Overall, he doesn’t seem to be faring much better than you, but as you go to move away because you’re on the man’s lap, he instinctively tightens his grip. 

“Let her go, Tae,” Namjoon grounds out from the other end of the seats, and it seems like only then does Taehyung begin to hear the obvious uproar and excitement from fans and idols. He gives you an apologetic smile, loosening his grip. 

You fail to return the smile, too dazed to even register what just happened. Rising to your feet, you suddenly become ultra aware of all the cameras that appear to be pointed in your direction.

“Hyung...” Tae murmurs, noticing the cameras as well. Before anything else can be said, you’re nearly tackled as Jiwoo and Ari come rushing over, eyes wide.

“Are you alright?” Jiwoo pants, looking over every square in of your body as though expecting to find a gaping wound. You give her a shaky nod, still struggling to find your voice. 

“...what...what just happened?” You croak out.

Staff from both Bighit and your own agency rush over, forming a packed circle around your trio and BTS. There’s a collective groan that goes around the building from those who’s view is now obstructed, but you pay them no mind.

“Hello,” one staff member says with a gentle smile that immediately puts you at ease. “You’re probably feeling a little strange, right?” You nod. 

Staff are in the process of speaking to Namjoon and the other members, Jiwoo and Ari joining them. Despite the situation, you can’t help but giggle at the fact that Jiwoo is still attempting to discreetly get a look at Yeonjun.

Taehyung comes to stand across from you, eyes flitting between you and the staff member. 

“We’re going to take you guys backstage, alright?” She asks, and the two of you mutely nod. “Stay in the circle, keep your heads down.”

She goes over to check that the other members are alright to stay at the award show or come backstage. They all want to come, but Namjoon looks around the room and comes to a decision.

“We’ll go back in a little while,” he says, ignoring Jungkook’s pout. “I think it might be best for us to stay and act normal. Maybe it’ll help people calm down.”

You don’t bother telling him that it probably won’t do much, you do appreciate the intention.

“Alright! Let’s go!”

Surrounded by staff and bodyguards, you feel like you’ve been swallowed up. Shuffling forward, you turn to look for Taehyung and are shocked when he sidles up next to you and laces his fingers through yours. He gives you a smile, making sure to keep his head down as instructed.

“Hey,” he mumbles, practically making you melt.

You blink up at him, unconsciously sliding a little closer. “Hey.”

“You did really well up there,” he nods to where the stage must be. 

“T-thank you.”

He grins again at your shyness, giving your hand a little squeeze. “Are you excited?”

You frown. “For what?”

Holding up your intertwined hands, Taehyung chuckles. “For this.”

“Ah,” you take a moment to look at your hands, marveling at how perfect they look together. “Definitely.” Then, getting a bit of courage, you grin. “Actually, could you do me a favor?”

He immediately nods, eyes never leaving your face. “Anything.”

“You need to introduce Yeonjun and Jiwoo.”

Taehyung immediately bursts into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls now that you’re backstage. “Really?”

Before you can respond, the same staff member from before rushes past you with a shocked expression. “What just happened?” You ask the people surrounding you.

An older bodyguard takes his hat off and scratches his head, laughing quietly to himself. “Another pair of soulmates made eye contact.”

“Again?!” Both you and Taehyung asks, caught between shock and amusement. “Who?”

Your answer comes in the form of the door to backstage flying open, a second group of bodyguards and assorted staff rushing toward you. Taehyung pulls you closer to him to keep you from getting trampled. As the sea of staff parts, your jaw drops open and you can’t help but laugh.

Because there’s Jiwoo and Yeonjun, staring at each other with reddened cheeks and sheepish grins.

“Well,” Taehyung whispers down to you. “That was easy.”

masterlist || pt. 2

[wandaromanova]

Can you do a fluffy wanda one (with a little angst because of course) where reader and wanda are best friends, reader wants more, but thinks wanda is interested in vision so she doesnt say anything. And then one day a mission goes wrong, and reader gets into an accident that results in her getting powers, and it makes wanda wake up and confess her feelings?

Requited Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, injury, that’s all!

A/N: hello! i hope you enjoy what i’ve created out of your request, anon! sorry i couldn’t think about how i could incorporate the powers part of the request! not proofread, so i apologize for any grammatical errors! join my taglist here <3

Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N are your typical best friends who refuse to admit their feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.3K (had a lil too much fun with this)

(gif is not mine)

You and your best friend, Wanda, had been friends practically since the moment she had joined the team. Being the youngest Avenger, you were so excited that there would finally be another member that was close to your age. Despite the events of Sokovia, you didn’t fear the woman. If anything, it only made the urge to get closer to her stronger.

Her powers absolutely mesmerized you. From the color of her powers to the different ways she could use them to her advantage; it was mind blowing how much power she had literally at her fingertips. As time went on, you and Wanda became very close. You’d always have movie nights together in your room, which eventually led to the Sokovian woman peacefully sleeping next to you in your bed.

Not only was Wanda drop dead gorgeous, but she was genuine and humble. She had confided in you about the many different traumas she had been through and expressed how the surreal amount of grief constantly consumed her. It broke your heart to know that such an amazing person was put through so much.

Her past could’ve easily turned her into a villain, but she decided to go the opposite direction. She came to the conclusion that her powers could help others and that’s what she had chosen to do in Sokovia and up to now. It was why she had agreed to join the Avengers in the first place. Wanda knew how awful the world could be and she wanted to be there for people the way that her family had been before they passed. The amount of respect you had for Wanda was immeasurable.

Over the span of two years, you and Wanda became joined to the hip. Wanda didn’t even sleep in her own bed anymore. Before, she would just accidentally fall asleep in your room or sneak into your room in the late hours of the night to sleep with you. But now, she just barged into your room every night and slept there. She said that you kept the nightmares she had at bay and you were more than happy to be there for her if it meant she got a full night’s rest.

You both jumped at any opportunity you guys could to be on the same mission as the other. You not only wanted to spend time with her, but you wanted to protect her. Lord knows that Wanda of all people could handle herself, but it kept you at peace when you were with her; knowing that she had you to back her up. Naturally, you fell in love with your best friend.

At first, you thought you were just confusing your special platonic friendship with Wanda for romantic feelings. But sometimes you caught yourself wanting to kiss Wanda. You knew damn well that friends don’t daydream about making out with each other. So, yeah, you definitely had feelings for Wanda, but there was one thing standing in your way; Vision.

Vision basically joined the team at the same time Wanda did. He was created during the Ultron situation and has been an Avenger since then. Wanda and Vision were very close. They weren’t as close as you and Wanda were, but he was a close second. They had a bond over the mind stone that you couldn’t ever compete with. This fact discouraged you and forced you to keep your mouth shut. You’d rather keep your feelings to yourself and suffer in private than risk your friendship with Wanda.

I mean, you didn’t even know if Wanda was into girls! She could be as straight as a wooden ruler and you would most definitely embarrass yourself if you told her. Vision wasn’t exactly a man by any means, he was a robot. If Wanda were to like Vision that must mean you had a chance right? Not to be an ass, but he’s literally a hunk of metal. Regardless of all these thoughts, you knew at the end of the day that you would have to hide your feelings for the sake of maintaining the relationship you currently have with the Sokovian.

You did pretty good at hiding your feelings for awhile. You acted as if everything was normal and not like you were emotionally crying out inside every time you saw Wanda with Vision. It began to get too much when you had caught sight of the pair cooking Paprikash in the communal kitchen. Cooking was something you and Wanda used to do together. It was kind of your thing. It may seem silly, but watching her do something with Vision that used to be sacred to you both hurt.

You began to distance yourself the closer Wanda and Vision got together. What sucked even more was that Wanda didn’t even acknowledge your sudden distance. She no longer slept in your room, opting to spend her nights with Vision. You were dying inside and Wanda didn’t even care to notice.

You had a mission to get to today. Usually, Wanda would be down in the hangar whenever you were going on a mission without her, but she wasn’t there today. She was probably off somewhere with Vision, again. It stung that Wanda didn’t even want to see you off. She was so preoccupied with Vision that she didn’t even give you a second thought. A toaster was stealing your best friend who you just so happened to be madly in love with away from you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

So, you reluctantly got onto the Quinjet with Steve who was accompanying you on the mission. Fury only sent you two in for this mission because it was a simple one. It didn’t require the entire team to complete. You both were to capture and detain the scientist responsible for the latest human experimentations at the hands of Hydra. From the intel gathered by S.H.I.E.L.D, their security wasn’t that bad so it would be a walk in the park for you and Steve. You had just left and you already desperately wanted to go home and wallow in your own self pity in the comfort of your bed.

But first, you had to get this mission over with. The Quinjet landed a little far away from the small Hydra base. You and Steve made your way out of the jet and began to trudge your way toward the building. As you guys got closer, Steve stopped abruptly.

“No matter what, we stick together okay? Just because this should be an easy mission, doesn’t mean we should let our guard down. Understand?” He lectured you sternly as he stared at you intensely.

“Yeah. I got it, Cap.” You replied to him dismissively as you continued to make your way toward the building. You took note of the five guards that were guarding the entrance and gave Steve a nod before you both sprung into action.

After you guys had taken down the entrance guards, you both sneakily made your way into the building. It was pretty easy to find your target, seeing that the building was the size of a house. You and Steve barged into the room, the scientist whipping around quickly and freezing in shock at the sight of you both.

Steve quickly charged at the man and placed him into handcuffs. As Steve pulled the man up by the collar, forcing him to his feet, a thought crossed your mind. This is too easy. Only five guards and the professor was just conveniently in here? This had to be a setup.

Before you could voice your concerns to Steve, you felt a sharp pain rip through your shoulder as Hydra agents flooded into the room. You fell to your knees in pain as Steve threw the target to the ground. He quickly began to fight as many agents as he could. You stood up as you tried to temporarily forget the pain. You began to take on agents yourself. Despite being injured, you kicked their asses with ease.

You were down to the last agent while Steve was pulling the scientist back up to his feet, much more aggressively this time. For some reason, your thoughts went to Wanda. How would she react to your injury? Would she even bother to visit you to make sure you were okay?

Unfortunately, you had chosen the wrong time to become distracted by your thoughts of Wanda. While your thoughts were racing, you failed to notice the glint of a knife in the agent’s left hand. As you blocked one of his punches, he quickly stabbed you right in the stomach. At this, Steve jumped in to help you and made quick work of knocking out the man who stabbed you.

You fully fell to the floor this time, gasping for air. Not only were you shot, but now you got stabbed. Seriously? Did god decide you weren’t already having a shitty enough time? Steve quickly picked you up in his arms in a panic. He carried you to the Quinjet while making sure the scientist was following behind you both. Steve placed your body onto the medical table that was in the Quinjet, handcuffed the man to a railing, and sped off to the compound. He took note of how much blood you lost; it was a lot to say the least. If he didn’t get to the compound soon, he feared you wouldn’t make it; and that wasn’t an option.

The 30 minute trip to the compound turned into a 15 minute ride. Steve quickly rushed you into the medical wing of the compound and placed you into the care of Doctor Helen Cho. He knew he had to tell the team about what happened. The Avengers were a family, and you being the youngest meant you were like a child to them, well besides Wanda obviously.

Steve hurriedly made his way into the living room of the Avenger’s living quarters and made sure Jarvis informed everyone that it was an emergency. As Steve entered, everyone turned to face him with worry present on each of their faces.

“What’s wrong, Rogers? Is everything okay?” Natasha asked as she looked over his body. There was an insane amount of blood all over his star-spangled suit. “It’s Y/N.”

At Steve’s words, everyone in the room stood in shock as their jaws dropped. But no one’s feelings could compare to Wanda’s. She abruptly stood up from the couch and made her way towards Steve.

“What about her? What happened to her?” Wanda began to get angry as hints of her powers made their way to her eyes. Steve took a step back and looked at Wanda before returning his gaze back to the other people in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the room.

“We went on a mission together. It was supposed to be an easy in and out thing. But we were setup. She got shot in the shoulder and stabbed in the abdomen. She’s in the medical wing right now.” Steve spoke strongly, attempting to remain calm for the sake of the team, but he was terrified inside. Your state refused to leave his mind. Your limp body in his arms as your warm blood covered his hands.

Wanda didn’t say another word as she ran towards the elevator and impatiently hit the button to the medical wing. She didn’t bother to wait for anyone else. Nothing mattered right now except you.

Wanda had feelings for you. Ever since she met you, you were this light in the darkness that was her life. You could cheer her up when no one else could. You knew her better than she knew herself. You were not only her best friend, but you were the woman she was irrevocably in love with. She was terrified to tell you how she felt. She thought she would lose you if she had confessed how she truly felt for you. So, she remained quiet and tried to forget about her feelings for you by hanging out with Vision more. She wasn’t using Vision by any means, she genuinely did enjoy his company. But he wasn’t you.

Wanda didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to fully open as she squeezed herself through the small gap and made her way towards the medical bay doors. Before Wanda could open the door, Steve abruptly grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any further. He must’ve taken the stairs. Damn his super soldier abilities.

“Wanda. Stop. I know you’re worried about Y/N, we all are. But barging in there won’t be any help. You need to let Cho and her nurses focus on helping her.” Steve desperately tried to talk some sense into Wanda; it worked. Wanda’s shoulders slumped as she made her way towards the seating area that was right outside the doors. All she could do was sit, wait, and pray to whatever god there was that you would be okay.

Wanda didn’t even know you were going on a mission today. If she did, she would’ve went to the hangar and hugged you before she left, like she always did. Oh fuck, she didn’t even get to see you off and now look at your state. Now that she thought about it, she had been neglecting you for some time now. She let her fear of her feelings consume her. She spent more time with Vision than with you, and now she wasn’t sure if she would get the opportunity to be with you again. The thought of not being able to tell you how in love with you she was mortified her. This was the wake up call she needed.

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2 hours later

After two agonizingly slow hours, Doctor Cho made her way towards the anxious group of heroes. Wanda shot up from her seat and approached Helen.

“How is she? Please, tell me she’s okay.” Wanda asks as she nervously chews on her bottom lip. “Y/N is fine. Luckily, the knife didn’t hit any major arteries. She won’t be able to make any sudden movements for the next few weeks which means no missions until I give her clearance.” At Cho’s words, the entire team was struck with relief. Wanda’s eyes lit up at the good news. You were okay. You were still here.

“Can we see her?” Steve asked from behind Wanda as he made his way to stand beside her. “Yes, shes awkward, but only one person can go in at a time. She’s very sensitive right now from the anesthesia.” Helen gave the team a smile before walking off.

Everyone looked at Wanda as she gave them a nod. Of course she had to go in first. You and Wanda may have been oblivious to each other’s feelings, but the team wasn’t. It was almost annoying how unaware you two were of how the other person felt.

Wanda quietly made her way into your room and almost let out a sigh of relief as she saw you laying on the table awake. You were trying to reach for a glass of water beside your bed, but the pain in your side made the small task a burden. Wanda quickly made her way to the table and handed you the glass of water. You were startled since you didn’t even hear her enter the room. You took the water from her hands and took a long sip before handing it back to her.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked coldly as you glared at the Sokovian woman. She was shocked at your animosity. You were never like this with her before. “I needed to make sure you were okay. I was worried sick.” Wanda frowned as she pulled a chair up to your bedside and sat in it.

“Oh. Now you suddenly remember I exist? It only took me nearly dying for you to notice me again.” You knew you weren’t being fair. You guys were just best friends and she was entitled to hang out and be with whoever she wanted. But the part of you that loved her and longed for more took over.

“Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as often. I got caught up hanging out with Vision when I should’ve been there for you.” Wanda’s eyes softened as she stared at your face. She missed you so much. She may have seen you around the compound, but she hasn’t been this close to you in what felt like decades.

“Yeah. You got caught up with Vision. Why don’t you just go back to him now. I’m fine.” You stubbornly spoke as you tore your eyes away from Wanda and stared out the window in front of your bed.

Wanda made a ballsy move and grabbed your hand in here. Thankfully, you didn’t move it away. “Y/N. I don’t care about Vision, I care about you. I love you and I mean that in more than a friendly way.” At Wanda’s words, your head snapped back to her as you looked over her features for any indication of a lie; you didn’t find any.

“I was spending time with Vision to try and forget my feelings for you. That obviously backfired and only solidified what I already knew I felt. I’m sorry it took such a terrible situation for me to finally grow the balls to tell you this. I love you Y/N.” Wanda squeezed your hand tightly as she stared at you full of love and adoration.

You were speechless. As cliche as it sounds, this was what you’ve wanted since the moment you laid eyes on her. She said the three words you’ve been longing to hear spill from her mouth. She loved you too.

“I love you too, Wanda. I’m sorry. I thought you had a thing for Vision and I let jealousy and insecurity get the better of me.” You looked down in shame as you tried to pull your hand out of Wanda’s hold, but she only gripped it tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. I completely understand. I’m so glad your okay and I’m so unbelievably happy that you feel the same way.” Wanda smiled brightly at you as you smiled right back. You guys must’ve looked like maniacs with your big, cheesy smiles, but you didn’t care.

Wanda began to slowly lean towards you. You attempted to meet her in the middle, but only ended up wincing in pain as you were reminded of your impressive stab wound. Wanda let out a laugh.

“Let me handle it, moya lyubov (my love).” Wanda said before closing the gap between you both and giving you a heated, desperate kiss. All the pent up emotions that you both had been withholding from each other were coming to light through this kiss. You guys were interrupted by the door swinging open abruptly and the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You both jumped apart as you cringed at the sting of your injuries. You turned to the door and caught sight of the team standing at the door with shit eating grins on their face.

“Sorry to interrupt you, lovebirds. But we wanted to check on Y/N too. Cho gave us the clear to come in now.” Natasha smirked at yours and Wanda’s flustered states.

“Pay up, Barnes.” Sam said as he held his hand out to Bucky, who groaned before placing 50 dollars in his hand. You and Wanda stared at the two confused, Bucky took notice of this and decided to fill you both in.

“We made a bet on when you two would get together. I said in the next two months, he said in the next two weeks. He won.” Bucky gave you both a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

Everyone in the room laughed, making you and Wanda turn even more red than before. You didn’t care about the inevitable, endless teasing you would have to endure after today. You would deal with the comments forever as long as it meant Wanda was by your side. You once thought that she didn’t feel the same, and you were so glad you were proven wrong. Sometimes, love can be requited after all.

[hangovercurse]

I’d Drop it All for You

Pictures of you and Pete are spread all over the internet, causing a whirlwind of hate to enter your social media.

Request: “Pete content please! anything !!! smut fluff whatever”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of depression and anxiety

A/N: *Insert normal spiel about respecting A.G. and only using her for plot purposes. No harm intended.* Also I wrote most of this after a meeting with my therapist so... enjoy :) (He’s so cute in this gif I wanna kiss his face)

Word Count: 1820

You weren’t one of those people who loved being the center of attention. You knew that being in the spotlight also meant constantly living under a microscope, and you decided a long time ago that that was not for you.

But you were lucky enough to work as an assistant art director at just 24. You were hoping that The King of Staten Island, your newest project, would help get your name out into the professional world. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out of the film.

It happened unexpectedly, you showed up on set the first day, ready to do whatever the art director required of you. You couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by the lead actor and writer, Pete Davidson. He was so kind and funny, and he wasn’t uptight like everyone else.

After a few hours of filming, he came up to you, introducing himself. He said he “wanted to get to know everyone working on the project,” but you didn’t see him introducing himself to anyone else. You two started talking during breaks. Then he started sitting with you at lunch. Then he was asking for your number.

In a matter of weeks he was asking you out to dinner, taking you to a cozy restaurant that you absolutely adored. He walked you home, his hand grazing yours until you intertwined your fingers.

It was all very romantic, so when Pete asked if he could take you on another, you obviously said yes. Flash forward two weeks and he finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, even though you were both exclusively seeing each other already.

After filming ended 2 months later, you were still working on the film in post, which meant you had an excuse to stay  in Staten Island with Pete. After about 2 weeks in post, you spent more nights in his bed than your hotel’s.

Nearly 6 months later and you were happier than ever. You were splitting your time between your small apartment in the Bronx and Pete’s basement apartment. Pete introduced you to most of his friends, and you introduced him to yours.

But other than your small circles of friends, you kept your relationship fairly quiet. Pete doesn’t have social media and yours is strictly professional, so there are no pictures of you two together. You weren’t hiding each other, you loved each other, you just had no reason to tell tabloids. And you were perfectly happy with that.

Which made it so much worse when various news sites had pictures of you two holding hands. Had they been anyone else you would’ve thought they were cute, walking along the South Beach oceanside at night.

Pete had been in the SNL studio all day when the pictures were released, while you were in his apartment, trying your best to focus on the photoset in front of you. The production team wanted the film to scream “teen romance,” which basically entails subtle pink undertones and a higher saturation. But you couldn’t quite get the coloring right, probably because you weren’t actually focusing on the colors.

You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that Pete won’t be back until sometime after 2am, which was a whole 5 hours away. You let out a huff, pushing away from the desk and making your way to Pete’s closet and searching for one of his hoodies. They always smelled like him (and weed), so it was a comfort to you.

You crashed onto the bed, finding the phone that you had tossed there a few hours earlier. Turning it on you were surprised by the number of notifications you were getting. You knew the photos had surfaced but you weren’t expecting this.

Your Instagram was blowing up with new follows, likes, and comments. It was kind of exciting at first until you started reading some of the comments.

I mean, we knew he would downgrade from Ari, but this is like… really far down.

This girl really thinks she’s special just bc Pete’s dating her. Hun he could do so much better

Who is she?!? Literally no one.

Someone needs to show her how to dress

That hairstyle is not it honey

Pete Davidson is dating YOU??? He could do sooo much better

Ari was prettier sorry not sorry

The entire comment section on your last post, a picture of you on the set of your latest film, was pretty much the same. There were some nice comments, but a lot of mean ones.

And you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop looking at them. It felt so cliché, but it was like all of your deepest insecurities about being with Pete were thrown out on the table.

You knew that Pete had a fairly large following, and that a lot of people had really strong feelings about him. You had expected that if and when your relationship went public you would have a lot of people watching you, scrutinizing you. But you didn’t care because Pete was worth it.

Now you weren’t so sure. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle people talking bad about you, because you definitely could, even if it hurt. You just weren’t expecting the amount of people comparing you to Ariana or saying that Pete could do so much better.

And it only bothered you so much because you felt it too. Your inner demons loved to remind you that Pete had dated Ariana fucking Grande and now he’s dating you. Anyone could see an obvious downgrade.

You turned your phone off and threw it on the opposite side of the bed, trying to think positive thoughts. “I am in control of my own thoughts and emotions. I am catching my negative thoughts and fixing them.” You murmured your therapist’s mantra to yourself, but it was too late. The thoughts had already taken hold of your mind.

Your eyes started to water as you could feel the heavy feeling in your chest set in. You pulled the hood over your head, pulling the straps to hide as much of your face as possible, and pulling your knees to your chest. You laid like that for a while, tears falling as doubts ran through your head. Once you had effectively exhausted your thoughts, you went numb. Your tears had stopped, but you couldn’t move. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it sure wasn’t pleasurable.

There was a sort of buzzing throughout your body, almost like the feeling when your foot falls asleep, but everywhere. It seemed to block out your sound, as you didn’t hear the basement door open. You only knew that Pete was home when he sat beside you on the bed, pulling the hood off your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled at you. You tried your best to fake one back, but you honestly couldn’t find the energy. Pete pulled you so you were sitting up, back pressed against his front. His arms wrapped around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “What’s goin on?” He murmured against your skin.

“Did you see them?” You asked, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Pete let out a sigh, “Yeah, I saw them.” He paused, his hold on you getting tighter, like he was making sure you couldn’t leave. “I’m sorry baby. I know you didn’t want it to be a whole big thing.”

You turned your head to face him, “It’s not that. I really don’t mind that people know. We weren’t trying to hide anything.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know I just- it was nice having this to ourselves.”

He wanted to hide you. He’s embarrassed of you.

Your inner dialogue never seemed to shut up.

You turned away from Pete, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong, you’re still upset.” He rocked you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged in response, not trusting yourself to talk. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You nodded, leaning further into Pete’s chest. “People found my Instagram.” You murmured, looking down and tracing the arrow tattoo on his hand.

“Whaddya mean? I thought it was public?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, wishing you hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, it is. But after all the articles people started following me and shit.”

“I would ask how that’s a problem but I deleted my Instagram so I can’t really talk.” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, but you couldn’t seem to get out of your haze.

You shook your head, deciding to drop the matter. “It’s not, I’m just being overdramatic.” You sighed, putting on a fake smile and facing him fully. “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

He gave you the I-know-you’re-bullshitting-me look, which made you look down. “Something’s bothering you, Y/N. And you’re trying to pretend it doesn’t because you think your feelings aren’t valid, but they are.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes that were still trained on the bedsheets below you.

“Where’d you learn that one?” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“Rehab part 2” he smiled, hand coming to your jaw to tilt your head up. “C’mon, talk to me. I wanna help.”

You huffed, moving towards the opposite side of the bed where your phone laid. You opened it, finding your Instagram, and showing him the comments. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through the comments. When he decided he’d had enough he put your phone down, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his lap so you were essentially straddling him.

He leaned his forehead against your own, your noses touching. “That’s all bullshit, you know that, right?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “Y/N you’re the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, okay? I’m in love with you, not anyone else.” Pete’s eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just hard to be with you and not compare myself to her. And then all these people started to do it too, and they kept saying that you could do so much better and you can. So, I dunno I guess I just kind of spiraled.”

Pete captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Y/N. There is literally no better than you. I can’t do better because you are the best woman I have ever loved. “

You pulled Pete in for another kiss. “Thank you, Pete. I love you.”

“I love you too. If this happens again, I want you to call me. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’d drop it all for you.” You smiled, sitting in the arms of the guy you loved. The thoughts didn’t just magically go away, but for a brief moment in time, you were happy.