#and both are preoccupied with playing the banana phone song over and over

[that-mifi]

Media literacy and tbh basic reading comprehension is fucking plummeting i swear and it's so fucking frustrating

[softyoongiionly]

Press Start 🎮

A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

This moodboard was made by my incredibly talented best friend @me-trash-tbh​ and, I love her so much

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: established relationship, domestic! Jungkook, smut, fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Guys, I love Jungkook. Like, I’m so sorry but, this is just pure fluff and filth. Love you. Also this is unedited for now, it’s 2am plz save meeee (update: it’s edited now woohoo)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (stay safe ladz), explicit language.

“They’re staggered so, we should push now...”  

You hear your boyfriend mutter from the other side of the room, body bent towards his computer screen.  

He’s been at this for hours now, fingers furiously working his keyboard, throwing suggestions/commands at his friends through an expensive headset.  

“Yah, we’re almost there...just stay focused...”  

Another encouragement is grumbled through his pouted lips as his hands make another commotion against his laptop.  

A fond smirk caresses your mouth and, you shake your head, positively endeared by his dedication to his game.  

You don’t want to interrupt him, you know playing video games for hours on end, shot gunning ramen like tic tacs is a luxury for him and, he deserves that. You’d be lying though, if you said that your side of the bed was aching for him a little bit. The bed you shared with Jungkook is massive, far too big for one person and, spacious enough for both of you to starfish across the surface comfortably.  

And now, with only your laptop to keep you company, you’re feeling a lil lonely.  

But, you won’t let him know that.  

One, because you want to give him his space to do what he enjoys.

And

Two, because you know its only a matter of time before your competitive, enthusiastic boyfriend turns into the shy, needy, cuddly man that he always becomes during bed time.  

And morning time and after sex and, well...

Most times.  

But, he isn’t consistent.  

Certain days, he comes home feeling on top of the world and, other days he comes home with the world on his shoulders. During the former, he pesters you, pushes your buttons, tries to steal your food all while continuously stealing kisses whenever he can. When the latter hits, he slumps into your arms, eager for affection, he picks at his dinner, he mumbles his worries into your neck and, lets his anxieties melt away under your touch.  

Lately, he’s been coming home somewhere in between but, the last two days have been better given that he’s on break for a week.

“Watch out...watch out!”  

You giggle to yourself and shake your head at his enthusiasm, finding it outrageously charming.  

You can see the side of his face, peeking out through his hoodie, his mouth suddenly turned up into a grin as he presses a button on the side of his headset.

“Don’t laugh at me, this is serious...” He shoots a playful glance towards you, eyes narrowed in mock offense, “You’re going to be sleeping next to a champion tonight...” He presses the button again, his friends likely trying get his attention, "sorry sorry, I’m here...I reloaded...”

“I’m not laughing at you Widowmaker.”

Your response causes him to snicker and, shake his head, his cheek creasing with the size of his grin. He presses the button another time, “I’m not playing her this time thank you very much but, if you’re jealous babe, we can talk about it...”

You know he’s just trying to press your buttons, it’s one of his favorite pass times but, unfortunately you’re not easily annoyed and, you miss him too much to be bothered by his antics.

These days, everything he does is endearing...

His headset is turned back on but, his attention isn’t fully focused anymore.  

It’s late, after 2am and, while he enjoys playing games into the early hours of the morning, he’s missing you a little bit but, of course, he won’t admit it just yet.  

“I’m just jealous you play with her more than you play with me.” You quip, smirking and, you can see his expression shift to match your own whilst he shakes his head.  

Before he can formulate a response, you make an executive decision to visit the 7-Eleven downstairs. The two of you had eaten dinner but, given the fact that you’re still awake, you’re starting to grow a bit peckish. Pushing your laptop aside, you scan the floor for the pair of leggings you had discarded earlier, wanting only to be in your boyfriend’s sweatshirt and your underwear; Jungkook’s favorite look.  

He’s still a little flushed from your comment but, as far you’re concerned his attention is fully back to the game. However, as soon as you turn around to pull your leggings on, Jungkook steals a glance or two your way. Half of him is curious as to where you’re headed whilst the other half is admiring the way your body looks illuminated by the lights streaming in from the city skyline.  

Fuck, if he isn’t in love.  

But, there is a ranked match to attend to so, he’s gotta snap out of it.  

With your pants on and your cell phone secured in your pocket, you scan the room for your wallet before remembering you left it on the counter.  

Jungkook presses the side of his headset again, eyes widened in curiosity, “Where are you going?”

You lean down as you pass him, pressing a kiss to his head before responding, “7-Eleven do you want anything?”

With a boyish grin, he catches your wrist, tugging you back in his direction, “You know what I want baby...”

Ok, you know he’s joking with you when he deepens his voice and, lets his accent slip into his sentence but, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t go straight between your thighs.  

“Banana Milk?” You giggle, stumbling back towards him until your hips are level with his shoulders.

He nods, smiling as he keeps your wrist secure in his grip, his lip tucked between his teeth, brown eyes still trained on the screen, “Ramen too, extra spicy...”

“You’re going to make yourself sick...”

He chuckles, shrugging as he places an absentminded kiss against your hand, “Will you still love me even if I throw up on you?”

“Absolutely not.”  

This tickles him and, his chuckling gets a little higher in pitch as he finally releases your hand, fingers heading back to his keyboard, “Fair enough...can I get two of them then? I’ve been trying to get out of this for awhile now but, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings...”

With a scoff, you laugh in disbelief, nudging your snickering boyfriend, “I’m not getting you anything now! Tell your little friends to bring you food!”

Jungkook smirks, pausing the match before grabbing your wrist again, eyes creasing with laughter, “Yahhhh come back!” He widens his eyes, his pretty lips pouted up towards you as he tugs you closer, “PLeaaaassseee?”

Your faces is formed around a faux expression of displeasure but, his pouting is slowly breaking your resolve, “You’re so annoying...”

He snickers again, his features alight with boyish mischief before he leans up towards you slightly, “I’ll behave once I have my snacks.”

This makes you giggle, cause he’s so ridiculous sometimes but, fuck if he wasn’t the most adorable person on the planet, “I don’t believe you.”

He sneaks a few kisses against your lips, melting your previous fake expression, “That’s fair. I am now aware of my actions and, how they affect you and, I promise to do better in the future...”  

You roll your eyes, still bent slightly to reach his mouth before, nudging him away, still giggling, “Get back to your game before your friends disown you. I’ll be back.”  

“Wait...one more...” He insists, brows furrowed in determination as he pulls you back down for a deeper kiss, “I love you.”

His kiss makes something swirl deep in your gut and, you cope with that by, pushing him away playfully, “Love you too Widowmaker...”

“Extra spicy!” He reminds loudly while laughing before, returning to his game.

“Stupid...” You mutter to yourself but, you aren’t able to help the giggle that bubbles over your lips at your boyfriend’s antics.  

The trip to 7-Eleven lasts all of 25 minutes and, the next thing you know, you’re back at your front door, punching in the passcode.

*030220*

The door chimes the little song that welcomes you home every day and, you’re grateful that you have a free hand to open the door since you know Jungkook is likely still preoccupied.  

“Honey I’m home!”  

You call teasingly and, you hear him chuckle through the slightly ajar door in your bedroom.

“Give me a second, my side chick is still getting dressed!”  

Biting your lip, you resist the urge to giggle at his statement, approaching the door with the bag of snacks hanging in crook of your arm, “Wow you didn’t last very long did you? I figured I would have caught you two in the act this time...”

As you swing the door all the way open, you’re met with one of your favorite sights in the world: Jungkook, cuddled up under the covers.  

His hood is drawn up over the back of his head, the sleeves of his sweatshirt are covering most of the length of his fingers as they encase his phone whilst the screen illuminates his mischievous grin.

“I was wound up from winning my match so, it was a quickie this time...”  

You giggle before plopping the bag on the bed, jerking your head towards it, “Here’s your stupid milk and your stupid soup. I’m glad I can provide you with your post-sex snacks...”  

He smirks, ignoring your teasing and, pressing send on his final contribution to his group chat before, setting his phone aside, “What did you get?”

“Matcha Kit-Kats and, Hot Cheetos.” You answer immediately, pulling said contents from the bag and, making your way over to your side of the bed. “A balanced meal...”

Jungkook chuckles, keeping his eyes on you as you set your food on your nightstand, “My trainer is going to kill me when I go in next week but, it’ll be worth...hello beautiful...” He beams and, if this was earlier in your relationship, you might think he’s referring to you but, you’d be wrong.

He’s talking about his noodles.

“Did you boil the water yet?” You giggle and, he immediately shakes his head, leaning over to kiss your cheek before, grasping at both containers of Ramen before hoisting himself from the bed.  

“No, I’ll be right back,” He vows, stopping at the door to turn towards you, “If you’re not too tired, can we watch Death Note?”

Popping open your bag of Cheetos, you nod, eyes scanning the bed for the remote, “Yeah I can probably last through an episode or two...”

With a pleased grin, his eyebrows wag playfully in your direction, “Each episode is like thirty minutes babe, you'd never last that long.”

You pretend to be put off by his immaturity, throwing a pillow in his direction, which he dodges effortlessly, laughing, “Hurry up and make your food...”

Happily, he obliges, bounding off into the kitchen, pleased at his double entendre.  

Not ten minutes later, your boyfriend is back in bed with one cup of steaming ramen in his hand and, the other waiting patiently on the night stand. The steam raises up from the cup wafting in Jungkook’s face as he pulls apart a pair of disposable chopsticks.  At your request, he’s turned all lights off except for the blue lights he has set up on his desk for “gaming ambience” as he had so eloquently described it.  

"Ready?” You murmur to him, your thumb hovering over the play button as he shoves his first bite of noodles in his mouth.

He furrows his brows, chopsticks between his lips, “No?” His words are muffled over the noodles but,  he looks rather offended, “Compe hewe...”

Cuddling is something Jungkook needs in his life, you know, along with oxygen and apparently spicy ramen. There isn't a night with Jungkook that goes by without the two of you wrapped up in one another.

In more ways than one...

Remedying the situation, you scoot over to his side of the bed and tuck your body against his, pecking his cheek despite the fact that he’s smacking his lips around the noodles, “Better?”

Jungkook grins, mouth closed, pleased beyond belief, “Mhm...prwess p..ay.”

“Chew...” You urge him, pressing a kiss over his lips.

He makes a dramatic motion of his mouth, chewing loudly and tucking his face into your neck. Despite the essence of spicy ramen broth now on your lips, you still relish the scent of your boyfriend's cologne.  

“We already saw this part, cause this guy dies on the train and, then he’s like L-LIGHT YagAMIIII...” Jungkook groans beside you, shoving another bite of noodles in his mouth.  

A breathless laugh comes puffing past your lips while your thumb presses the skip button on the remote, “What was that? What did he say?”  

He snickers before, swallowing, “L-IGHt Y-aGAmi...” He mutters out in a dramatic voice, pretending to loose his breath.

Jungkook loves making you laugh and, he feels his cheeks start to burn from how much you’re making him smile.  

“How do you not have your own drama already?” Your words are spoken through a series of giggles, pressing play at the appropriate point in the episode.

“Bang PD is a coward, he doesn’t understand my genius...”  

With yet another bout of laughter sent his way, the two of you finally settle and, turn your attention to the show.  

“I don’t understand why L doesn’t just tell Chief Yagami...like sir I am sorry to break it to you but, your son is a little psychopath who kills people for sport.” Jungkook inquires beside you as he finishes off his second cup of ramen.  

“BEcaauusee....” You emphasize with a raise of your hand, gesturing towards the screen, “he needs evidence, he can’t just accuse him of murder without any proof.”

“Why nooot? He’s obviously guilty, look at his smile!” He blazes, eyes widening comically “He looks like a super villain, he wears nothing but, trench coats and he’s handsome...too handsome.”

Your hand that lays flat against Jungkook’s stomach, pinches him lightly, “Do you have a crush on Light Yagami babe?”

He practically giggles, body squirming underneath your touch, “NO I just think he’s...” He trails off as a smirk catches the end of his mouth, chocolate eyes darting back and forth, “he’s...”

With that, you pounce on him, forcing more giggling from his gut as you scramble on top of him.

“Are you serious??? First I have to compete with Widowmaker, the GODDESS of Overwatch and, now you’re telling me I have to compete with the LIGHT YAGAMI??? Owner of the DeathNote??? King of Sass and APPARENTLY TRENCH COATS????”  

Jungkook’s high pitched laughter is out to play due to your sudden outburst, his head thrown back against the pillow as he accommodates you atop his waist.  

“No no no no babe, you know that isn’t true!” He insists hoarsely, his fingers reaching up to lace with yours. He pulls you down so your hands are braced on either side of his head, “...it’s only Widowmaker.”

With eyes widening like saucers, you make another obnoxious sound and attempt to jerk your hands out of your boyfriends grip, “Oh so you finally admit it then???? DO YOU LIKE HER MORE???? IS IT THE BLUE SKIN??? IM SORRY I DIDN’T UNDERGO COVERT TRAINING THAT ALTERED MY PHYSIOLOGY IN ORDER FOR MY SKIN TO TURN BLUE JUNGKOOK!”

“AH-” He chokes out through his hysterical laughter, his teeth gritting as he tries to hold on to you,“My stomach hurts...oh my god...”

Jungkook’s face is scrunched up with the evidence of the giggle fit you’ve sent him into and, although you’re trying to mess with him, you can’t help but notice how adorable he looks.

You can’t help but notice how much you love him.  

“Your stomach is hurting now??? Is it because of your burning desire??? Are you thinking of her???”

“Maybe-” He chuckles still, a determined look blooming across his face as the grip on your wrist tightens.  

He knows you’re going to react so, before you get the chance to, he’s pinning you against the mattress.  

“I am...heartbroken...” You lament, slightly breathless, attempting to stifle your laughter.  

Jungkook chuckles again, “Yeah? Well that doesn’t sound very fun.”

This time, you pout despite the bit of laughter that makes it through your lips. The tendrils of Jungkook’s hair are long enough to hang from his head and brush against your cheeks, a sensation which causes your nose to wrinkle.

“How did you know that?”  

His question takes you off guard a bit and, your eyes narrow in his direction, “Know what?”

Jungkook’s teeth are out to nibble on the edge of his lip, eyes sparkling with something you can’t recognize, “How did you know about Widowmaker’s skin?”

“You told me.” Your answer is immediate and, matter of fact but, it melts Jungkook’s heart, “you told me about all the characters.”

Then, he smiles.  

The kind of smile that leaves you feeling really fucking special for having witnessed it.

You still aren't sure what brings on such a response but, you’d never miss a chance to see your boyfriend smile.

“What? Why are you smiling? Is it Widowmaker again? Is she using her Infra-Sight? Tell her to fuck off, she can have you tomorrow...” You giggle, slightly nervous under his gaze.

Jungkook can’t contain himself anymore, with his hands still pressing into your wrists, he leans down to press his lips firmly against yours.

Your boyfriends' mouth is warm and, although there are remnants of ramen on his breath, you’re eager to accept his kiss none the less.  

The smile he sends into your lips only makes it easier to forget the fake argument you were vigorously pursuing just a moment ago.

He’s fully at it too, pecking at your lips, giggling in between them as his nose nudges against yours.

“I...” He chuckles, nudging your nose again, his breath a little uneven, “I fucking love you.”

You can’t help but, return his chuckle, bewildered by his sudden burst of affection, “Wh..why? What did I do?”

Placing another kiss against your mouth, Jungkook just smiles, the grip on your hands loosening a bit, “You actually listened...to me-” He kisses you again, nuzzling his nose against yours, “when I was talking about Overwatch characters and, you’re just I don’t know- you're just cool...ok?”  

He’s flustered at the task of actually having to explain himself so, rather than let you respond, he goes straight back to your lips, allowing more of his weight to settle into your body.

The kiss gradually grows deeper, sending waves of arousal to the pit of your stomach. Jungkook’s lips are so soft as they tuck into yours. His movements are unrushed when his tongue slowly slides into your mouth but, the rest of his body is growing increasingly antsy.

Making out with you never fails to turn him on. He genuinely doesn’t understand how he survived the first few months of your relationship because, the two of you took things really slow and, whilst he still stands by that decision, he’s thankful that he gets to experience all of you now.

“Jagiiiii....” He’s cooing playfully against your lips, dark eyes heavy with lust.

Your eyes are heavy too but, they catch your boyfriend’s playful grin before he nuzzles into your neck, sucking against it a few times, eliciting a laugh from your lips, “What do you want?”

As he kisses up the column of your throat, he snickers boyishly, pressing his hips to yours, “I’m hard...”

His response earns him a harsh nibble against his earlobe, given that it's your only means of retaliation since your hands are still beneath his, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Jungkook snickers again, leaning back, puffing away past his lips to move his hair from his face, “Can I be honest?”

With amusement evident on your face, you nod.

“I want-” He smirks, his cheeks growing hot at the nature of his response, “I want your mouth.”

There is an attempt to hide your surprise but, the raising of your brows gives you away, an action that causes Jungkook to groan and hide out against you, “Yahhhh don’t look at me like that...”

The fondness you have for the man currently whining into your neck explodes and, you peck at his cheeks, giggling as he nuzzles against your skin.

“Lay down.” You murmur in his ear, your tone lowering slightly.

Although he wants to fight you in an effort to keep his pride, he’s not going to refuse you. He wants this too bad.

With a shit eating grin, he kisses your cheek and rolls off of you, a breath puffing past his swollen lips as his back hits the bed.  

His eagerness makes you shake your head but, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth.  

Jungkook is always responsive during sex but, there is something about the way he acts when he’s in your mouth. It’s like he feels it for the first time every time, like he can’t believe how good it feels...

A searing kiss is touched against his mouth as your fingers tuck underneath his hoodie. Slowly, you pull it upwards, revealing the toned expanse of his stomach. He’s already hard but, that doesn’t stop you from leaning down and kissing against the taut muscles.  

“You’re driving me crazy...” He chuckles, voice laced with arousal, his forearm coming up to shield his eyes because, no matter how many times you’ve done this, he still gets shy.  

“Good.”  

The word is whispered against his belly button before you continue nibbling and kissing against his skin. Shaky breaths are coming from underneath Jungkook’s forearm but, that doesn’t urge you to speed things up.

You know that despite his complaints, he loves to be teased.

He loves anything you do to him.

Finally, you’ve decided he’s had enough teasing and, you hitch your fingers into the band of his sweatpants and, pull them off his legs.  

Jungkook’s breathing increases slightly as he tries to anticipate what you’re going to do next but, he keeps his forearm securely over his eyes, his teeth securing themselves against his bottom lip.

You genuinely didn’t realize how hard he’s become until his pants are off but, now you can clearly see how much kissing you really affects him. His length is swollen, bobbing slightly in your direction, pink tip imbued with precum, begging to be cleaned up.  

You settle between his calves before gently moving your nails up the length of his legs, swirling around his kneecaps as you spread his thighs for you. His dick twitches towards you, jolting up from his lower stomach, attempting to get closer to your movements.  

Your lips come in to play now, taking turns between both of his tender thighs kissing and, sucking lightly at the muscles when they tremble for you. Finally, you end your teasing and, kitten lick over his sensitive tip before encasing it within your mouth, sucking gently.

Jungkook’s breath hitches above you, his upper body lurching towards your mouth. He’s trying his best to keep quiet but, as you brace your hands on his hips, and begin a slow rhythm up the length of his dick, he can’t help himself.

“Th-that feels so good.” He whispers and, it’s then his forearm falls away from his eyes because, as coy as Jungkook likes to play, he likes to watch.  

And through his heavy gaze, he does, his swollen lips parted in awe.

“I bet it does.” You smirk, licking up his balls before drawing one of them into your mouth.  

As your tongue caresses the sensitive flesh, your hand works a steady rhythm against his aching dick. Squeezing at the tip, you illicit a low groan from the back of his Jungkook’s throat, his toes curling against the sheets.

“Do you_” His inquiry is cut off as you lick back up his length, using your hand and your lips to work him closer to the edge, “Do you like doing this for me?”

He’s so fucking endearing sometimes you could burst.

“Do I like sucking your dick?” You clarify, speaking against the tip of his dick, your tongue tracing the curves of his frenulum.

He can’t respond just yet, his mouth is occupied by a different sound but, as soon as he gets his wits about him,his watery eyes open to gaze longingly at you.

“Yeah, does it turn you on?” He breathes, sweat beginning to collect around the curves of his face, causing his long hair to stick against his skin, “It makes me so crazy, to watch you do this for me. To know that you want me in your mouth...”

You take your time answering his question, sucking down the length of him as you let your fingers brush against his twitching balls, “I’d suck your dick every day if you’d let me...”

“Oh my god.” He groans, not expecting such a detailed answer. And at this point, his oversized hoodie is getting too much for him. He hastily pulls it over his head, doing it so quickly that he doesn’t interrupt the motions of on his dick. “I think I'd get addicted if I let you do it more, it’s too good, it feels so good...”

His beautiful face is smoothed out with pleasure, mouth unable to close unless it’s secure by his teeth, his eyes either blown wide with amazement or screwed shut with toe-curling euphoria. He looks so beautiful, his nipples erect on his chest, his stomach trembling underneath your touch and, you don’t notice but, before you know it, you’re whimpering around his dick.  

“What’s wrong baby? What happened?” He whispers hastily, his hands leaving the sheets to brush your hair from your face.

You don’t want to interrupt what Jungkook would consider to be the best head he’s ever received but, the aching in your core is getting really difficult to ignore and, feeling Jungkook’s dick in your mouth is making you a little delirious.

“I’m really...” You begin, pressing your thighs together, “this always makes me so wet, I kind of want to-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence as Jungkook already knows what you’re getting at and, the fact that sucking his dick makes you wet is enough to make him loose his shit. He sits up and pulls your mouth from his length, securing your lips into a sloppy kiss.

“You kind of want to fuck?” He whispers, trailing his lips to your ear, nibbling against the shell of it, “Is that what you were getting at? Does my girl want to fuck me?”

Jungkook is normally the shy type in the bedroom but, there are certain times, times like these when he gets riled up enough to display his more vulgar side show.

“Want to ride you...” You mumble into his mouth, pouting a little bit as he snickers, his hands sliding down your body to pull you in by the hips.

“You’re so fucking cute.” The compliment is uttered into your mouth as he situates the two of you in a position to grant your request. “How could I refuse you hm?”

You smirk playfully, biting your lip and, taking in a moment to admire the dichotomy of your boyfriend’s expression. He knows his words affect you and, the smirk on his mouth shows that but, his eyes are glossy and they hold something so much more, to the point you feel like there is something he wants to say.

But, he doesn’t, instead he just strokes himself a few times whilst you hover over his length.

Soft lips places kisses all over your face as you sink down on him, the two of you leaning into each other for support.

The things is, you’ve had sex with Jungkook hundreds of times.

And while yes, you know it feels good and, you know you’re going to cum your brains out, you never get used to the way he makes you feel.

Like you’re the only person in the world.

Like you’re everything he could ever dream of.  

“I can feel how tight you’re getting around me jagiya, are you close? Are you gonna cum for me?” His voice is higher in pitch and, growing desperate as the two of you near your orgasms. He angles his hips a certain way before, increasing his pace and, the sensation of his dick hitting your g-spot at the perfect angle, blows your eyes wide open.

With his thumbs placed on either of your cheeks, he smirks, “Oh was that it hm? Was that the spot?”

A frantic nod is all you can give him before your orgasm seemingly hits you like a freight train.

"Jungkook...oh-fu...fuck...i love you.”

He isn’t far behind you, cumming hard enough to fuck with his vision and, holding you through the entirety of both of your releases.

“I love you too, I love you so much...”

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“Are they seriously just going to expect me to believe that he just FORGOT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED????”  

Jungkook's outburst is enough to send you into yet another giggle fit.  

The amount of ‘giggling’ you do around this man is honestly excessive.

“Listen, sometimes you have to give your Death Note back to your God of Death  in order to further your diabolical plans, it’s totally normal babe, you’re overreacting.”

After the mind numbing sex, you and Jungkook finished off the rest of the (your) snacks and, decided to at least get through one episode of Death Note. He’d been a little handsier than before but, that was normal Jungkook behavior; the man is always needy post orgasm.

Not that you minded...

The one thing you did mind was the occasional dazed look in his eyes, you kept catching him staring at you, or smiling fondly in your direction. You felt like something was up and, it was bothering you that you couldn’t figure it out.  

As the episode ends, the two of you get ready for bed, which mainly entails you finding your hoodie somewhere on the floor and calling it a night.  

“Jagiiii can you please turn on the lights back on? I can’t sleep without them anymore, the vibezz are off...” He pleads from behind you and, you snort at his choice of words before padding over towards his desk.  

Normally, you wouldn’t notice the contents of Jungkook’s desk mainly because, he likes to keep it tidy, claiming that a messy desk would ruin his gaming abilities. However, this time something stands out-

A small black wooden box, containing the words ‘Press Start’ sits on top of Jungkook’s glowing gamer key board. Intrigued, you pick it up before casually looking over your shoulder, “Hey babe whats-”

You cut yourself off because, Jungkook isn’t on the bed anymore...

He’s in front of you.

On one knee.

“I never...uh..” He clears his throat, his eyes glassy with tears, his face alight with adoration, “I have never believed I could fall in love with someone as hard as I’ve fallen for you. You make me laugh harder than anyone I’ve ever known, you make me smile, you make me feel like I’m the best man alive, like...like what I do ma-matters...”  

“Oh my god...” You whisper, your own eyes filling with tears, clutching the box within your hand

“Through you, I have learned to love...not only you but, myself. If you’ll have me, I promise to spend the rest of my life, thanking you for what you’ve done for me and, loving you harder than anyone has ever loved another.” He’s so competitive oh my god you love him so much, “Uh...can I?” He gestures to the box, laughing through his tears

Your eyes widen, practically shoving it into his hands, “Oh shit, I’m sorry...here...here.”

The two of you laugh together, as you always do before Jungkook takes your hand in his, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles, “Y/N Y/L/N? Will you marry me?”

“YES OH MY GOD YES!”  

Through the screeches and happy, almost inhuman noises, Jungkook slides the ring on your finger before, wrapping you up in his arms.

“I love you so much, oh my god how long have you been planning that?”  

He chuckles, kissing along the side of your face, “I’ve had the ring for a while but, I was waiting for the perfect moment but tonight, I realized that this is how I want to spend my life with you. Because it doesn’t matter where we are, all that matters is that I get to be with you. So, when you went pee earlier I stuck the ring on my desk and, turned the lights off...”

“You ass! I had no idea!” You giggle, kissing his lips before he can answer.

“Uh yeah...” He smirks, walking you back towards the bed. “That’s kind of the point babe...”

With a roll of your eyes, you tug him onto the bed with you, securing yourselves under the covers.

You don’t clapback because, the blue light illuminating Jungkook’s face catches your attention and, suddenly you realize that you’re going to get to spend the rest of your life with this man.  

Because he wants you too.

Forever.

One last kiss is placed to his lips before, the two of you begin drifting off to sleep, “I love you.”

He smiles, pulling you close to him, “I love you too.”

[jamaiskookie]

mutuals (pjmxreader) [bonus:celibacy]

~mutuals~ [youtuber!reader x idol!jimin] social media AU

synopsis: park jimin is a (slightly problematic) idol singer, and he becomes completely smitten with a youtuber after stumbling upon her dance cover to his own song.

genre: fluff, a good dosing of cracK, literally two seconds of angst blink and u miss it

word count:  2.3k

[A/N]: thank you for all the love you’ve given mutuals! can’t believe it’s only been like one week since this blog has been up hehE enjoy this drabble of thirsty!jimin after he found your video. if you have no idea what i’m talking about gO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER

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           When JinHit first hit record sales with the success of Jimin’s mini album, and RAPLINE’s first title single a couple years ago, Jin finally gave in to Jimin’s begging and gave all the artists their own personalised studio in the JinHit building. It’s where all the greatest hits on the charts are written. It’s practically the modern eighth wonder of the world, considering the names and talent that have graced the walls. 

          Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon all have their separate studios to write, produce, and record in, and all three of the small rooms are located next to each other. Partially because of design and common sense, but also so all three friends can conveniently annoy each other when needed. Jin’s office isn’t too far away either, just across the floor. Usually, if they’re all working in the studio, they’ll walk over to Jin’s office during lunch hour and leech off his amazing personal pantry in his office. The office is much, much bigger than their studios, and Jimin never fails to remind Jin that. 

          All three artists have grown a little attached to their studios. It’s where they do what they all love most, after all. Yoongi barely lets anyone into his ‘Genius Lab’, and ever since a staff member accidentally messed with his coffee machine, he hasn’t let anyone step foot in. Nobody’s even allowed to come inside Namjoon’s studio during what he calls his ‘namjoon talent time’ which is basically just a period of time before comeback season where he locks himself in the studio, writing music 24/7. 

          He occasionally asks Jimin to listen to his unreleased files for suggestions, but other than that, noone except Yoongi goes inside his studio during ‘namjoon talent time’, and Namjoon only reluctantly lets him in as his bandmate. Not that Jimin minds, he hasn’t been let inside since he accidentally mistook Joon’s studio for his own and brought one of his one-night-stands over. Joonie was horrified, and made Jimin sanitise, wash and clean every part of the room, all while he cried about how his ‘baby was molested’. It was traumatising for both parties. 

          Out of the three, Jimin’s the least protective over his studio, even though he’s the one who put the most effort into it. He’s spent years perfecting it, making it the best place for inspiration and writing music. Everything in the studio has been personally chosen and thought out by him. The snacks and custom mini fridge, the wall of his entire discography, trophies, music awards, and his personal favourite, the official JIMIN logo sign above the couch. 

          It lights up in purple.

          Despite being a pretty stereotypical assholey partying douche idol, Jimin’s likes to think he’s actually quite talented. He’s been named ‘Most professional idol’ on every single online survey he can find (He’s also always voted for ‘Most handsome’, but that’s besides the point), and it’s true. Jimin never sells himself short. He is a professional musician, singer, and producer. He writes his own music, choreographs his own dancing, and uses his platform to spread positive, meaningful messages. There’s a reason he’s so internationally successful, and it’s because he’s talented. 

          Maybe right now isn’t a great example of his talent. Jimin was in his studio, holding his head in his hands. Sure, he’s a globally recognised and accomplished songwriter, but to be honest, he hadn’t written a single piece of original JIMIN music since he wrote ‘Filter’ with Namjoon months ago. He was in the biggest creative slump in his entire career. He had tried almost everything, co-writing, exercise, music samples, playing around on instruments. Hell he even tried music therapy. Whatever melody he tried to create, whatever lyrics he tried to write, it all came out sounding like garbage. 

          Yesterday was a little bit of a blow to Jimin’s ego. It was three in the morning, and he’d been in the studio for seven hours, with only one verse written. 

I love to let loose,

Have you ever tried eating moose?

It’s all so bananas,

Tony fucking Montana. 

          Yeah, it’s pretty embarrassing. It’s not even a verse, it looks more like a kindergartener’s attempt to write poetry. For the first time in his life, he doesn’t really feel like writing music or putting his thoughts in a song. Jimin is just plain out of ideas. He has nothing to write about. And if he doesn’t have good content to put out, he’d rather not put anything out at all. 

          But he still hates it. All his life, he’s coped by writing, singing and dancing. This writer’s block has been too frustrating. Too many sleepless nights and crumpled papers have been wasted over it, with no progress or music in result. Plus, Jin might be one of his closest friends, but Jin was also a boss, and he still needed more tracks for Jimin’s big comeback, happening end of the year. 

          He can’t help it. Jimin has nothing left to write about. He opened one eye when he heard the distant ding of his phone coming from somewhere in the studio. Grumbling incoherently, he opened the notification, to find… you. 

          Jimin’s mouth was hanging open the entire video. His eyes twitched the tiniest bit and he almost dropped the phone when you said his face was “decent”, but he had to watch it again, because the first time around, he didn’t hear a word that came out your damn mouth. He was otherwise… preoccupied. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t tear his damn eyes off the screen. Curse Min Yoongi for sending him this. 

          He even cringed when he had to bring his sleeve up to wipe the tiniest bit of drool off his face. Practically salivating. What the fuck? How old was he? He was Park Jimin, why was he popping a boner from watching some stranger on the internet dance to his songs? He’s been in the industry for way too long now, he was practically immune to scantily clad women prancing around him. So why he completed concentrated on your stupid little crop top? Not to mention, you were practically insulting him at this point. What was so special? 

          For one moment, Jimin forced his eyes off the screen, wondering if the sleep deprivation had really affected him that much, or if this was another side effect of the writer’s block he’s been having. It’s the partying ‘clean act’ ban Jin’s been forcing me to go on, he thought, even though Jimin wasn’t totally convinced of that. (Despite swearing not to, he looked straight back to down at his phone afterwards to reply the video.) 

          He was so fixated on the screen, he didn’t even notice when Yoongi flung the door open and walked inside. Jimin only lifted his head when he heard Yoongi’s obnoxiously loud groan. 

          “What- When did you get here?” Yoongi recently went back to a fan-favourite hair colour of his, and Jimin was still not used to seeing him with bright mint coloured hair. In his opinion, he looked like a highlighter, but Yoongi seemed to not mind it. 

          “I’ve been standing here for the past two minutes, drinking my coffee. The fuck you watching on your phone that’s got you drooling?” 

          “NOTHING.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes, and before Jimin could even move away, he managed to snatch the phone away from Jimin’s hands. 

          “What the fuck- how? You know, this is why your fanbase thinks you’re a cat.” Yoongi ignored his words with ease. “Oh my god,” He said. “Are you watching the video I sent you? I didn’t expect you to actually watch it.” 

          “I always watch my fan’s videos after a comeback!” Jimin insisted, clawing upwards to steal his own phone back, but Yoongi kept slapping his hands away. 

          “Yeah, but this isn’t a fan. This is just like, one of your fanboys and a girl roasting you.” Yoongi stared back at Jimin suspiciously when he tried to defend himself. “Why were you watching this girl dance like a starving man, Chim?” 

          “Just, because- what- I was nOT watching her like a starving man. Don’t look at me like I’m some kind of a pervert!” Jimin finally managed to grab ahold of his phone again, and he threw it behind him on the couch, away from Yoongi. 

          “Hyung,” He sighed. “I think maybe it’s Jin’s new ‘clean, good boy’ rule. Along with this stupid fucking slump I’ve been having these days, I just don’t feel great, okay? So don’t be so fussy with me. I can’t write, I can’t party… If I want to ogle over some random girl on the internet, I will.” Jimin cringed once the words came out of his mouth, but Yoongi slowly nodded, sitting down on the couch. 

          Min Yoongi may be a little too gay to understand Jimin’s womaniser ways, but the frustration behind not being able to write music, that, he understood. “You’re trying to justify being a perv by using your mental problems, but I’ll talk to you about that later on.”

          “Chim, we all have our slumps. It’s honestly a wonder that this is your first serious creative block. Me and Joon, and every single artist in the world, is bound to go through that at some point. It’s not the end. You’ll still be able to write good music soon, you’re a good writer.” Jimin refused to meet Yoongi’s eyes, even if what he was saying did make a little sense. He just chose to stay silent. 

          “You just have nothing left to write about. You can’t keep living like this though, Chimmy. It’s unhealthy.” 

          “What do you mean, unhealthy? I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” 

          Yoongi stared at him deadpan, gesturing to the entire state of his studio. “It’s a complete mess in here,” He said. “Plus, I don’t think you’ve left this studio for days. The others may not want to say it to your face, but we’re all a bit worried about you. Stop forcing yourself to ingest all these redbulls to try to keep writing.” 

          “When inspiration comes, it’ll come. You can’t force it, it doesn’t work that way. What you need, is a break. Go back home for once, maybe visit your mom. And for god’s sakes, take a shower please. Trust me, okay?”

          Yoongi doesn’t like admitting it, but he’s the most caring one out of their friend group. Anyone can tell from the look in his eyes right now, that he’s genuinely concerned about his friend. He’s also the one with most sense, but Jimin will never tell him that, because his advice, no matter how sensible, is useless. 

          All he’s known is singing, writing, and throwing himself in work. To just stop? Even if it’s to take a short break, it doesn’t feel right to Jimin. Instead of telling Yoongi his problems, he just poked his tongue in his cheek. If lightbulbs actually popped up above people’s heads when they had a good idea, a massive one would’ve appeared on top of Jimin’s. 

          “I’ve got it!” He said, excitedly. Yoongi sat up straight. “You’re going to take my advice for once?”

          “No, of course not, Hyung. Don’t be silly.” Yoongi slouched his back again, closing his eyes. 

          “I’ll just hit this girl up!” Yoongi’s eyes snapped open. 

          “What.” 

          “Yeah! Who knows, y’know? Maybe I’ve been keeping myself to Jin’s rules a little too well. It won’t hurt the company if I let myself go just once. Blow off some steam, come back fresh and recharged.” Jimin rubbed his hands together like a bad Disney villain. 

          “It’s too early for this.” Yoongi whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

          “It’s three in the afternoon.” Yoongi ignored him. 

          “You really aren’t going to take my advice, huh.” 

          “Nope!” Jimin said, popping the ‘p’ annoyingly. 

          “You promised Jin you’d go celibate.”

          “I said I’d clean up the partying act. I don’t recall taking a vow of celibacy.” Yoongi just sighed, and fell back down on the sofa, mindlessly sipping at his coffee. 

          Jimin hesitated. “You’re not going to… tell me not to? Or give me another one of your eco-feminist speeches again?” Yoongi shrugged. 

          “You’ve heard it too many times. Plus, I have a feeling this is going to be funny.” 

          “Funny? Hyung, what part of this could possible be funny to you?” There was a brief pause filled with awkward silence, before Yoongi blinked slowly. 

          “When she rejects you, of course.” Jimin threw his jacket, aimed straight for Yoongi’s head. His stupidly fast cat-like reflexes managed to dodge it, but Jimin scowled at him nonetheless. 

          “She’s not going to reject me.” Jimin walked over, picking up the very same jacket he threw at Yoongi, before plopping his sunglasses back on his face. “No woman has ever managed to reject me before, and I intend on adding her to that list.” He pursed his lips. 

          “Plus, she’s super hot. Great ass. Attractive people attract attractive people.” Jimin turned his phone back on once more to sneak one last peek at you in the thumbnail of the video, before stuffing his phone into his back pocket. “I just need to get it out of my system. This might be what I need to get me out of this creative rut!”

          He could’ve sworn Yoongi muttered something under his breath, something along the lines of ‘fucking asshole’, but he chose to ignore it. 

          “Alright, well, see you, Yoons!” Jimin practically skipped out of the studio, startling the producer’s assistant outside with his slightly disturbing enlarged grin. 

          “Don’t come crying to me when she refuses to get in your pants, you fucking diva!”

          Jimin continued walking towards the elevator, but he threw up his middle finger behind him. 

“DON’T RUIN MY EXIT, BITCH!” 

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[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 1 (Ben Hardy x OFC)

A/N: First fic here, just letting you know. This is sort of a work in progress, but I'm excited to share it and also liquid courage played a huge part in my decision. I have nothing to do with the cast of BoRhap/any of the real-life people I'm writing about, this is just for funsies! Oh, yeah, italics are Ben's flashbacks in his POV! Enjoy! 

 Warnings: : alcohol usage, drunk Joe Mazzello shenanigans, swearing, kinda fluffy? 

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 Annie sat on Gwilym’s sofa, staring blankly at the telly, while Gwil fiddled with his guitar. 

 “I’m so bored!” Annie groaned and threw her head back dramatically, “can we please go to the pub? Please?”

 “No, Banana,” Gwil said for what felt like the millionth time in the past hour, “I told you, I have an early morning and I don’t need the hangover.”

 “But I’m so bored, Gwil!” Annie whined and pouted.

 “Not my problem!” he said in a sing-song voice and quirked his eyebrows. Annabelle huffed, her lip curling up in a snarling manner.

 With furrowed brows, she wracked her brain to try and think of something fun to do or someone to go drinking with. It’s Friday night, after all. A mischievous smile appeared on her face as she picked up her phone from the coffee table and unlocked the screen.

 ‘Busy?’ she typed and tapped her foot while she waited for a reply.

 ‘Not really, no.’ Ben had replied within seconds, ‘why?’

 ‘I need a drink.’ ‘Go to the pub, then.’ 

 ‘Alone?’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone to drink with once you get there.’

 ‘I don’t want to drink with some stranger weirdo from the pub!’ when she didn’t get any reply for a couple of minutes, she decided to go on a leap of faith, ‘I prefer to drink with a familiar weirdo, instead.’

 ‘I’m sure you’ll be fine.’

 ‘What if I’ll be surrounded by drunk rapists? I need protection. Someone as cute as I am can’t just go drinking alone.’

 Ben stared at his phone’s screen as he bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted nothing more than to see Annabelle, let alone drink with her, but it was a line he wasn’t sure he was ready to cross yet. 

 “What do you think, Frankie?” He asked his Beagle, her ears pricking up at the mention of her name, “want me to stay home with you?” 

 Frankie yawned and cuddled up in her little bed, making Ben snicker.

 ‘So, you want to go for a drink?’ he took a deep breath as he sent the message, nervously biting on the skin around his thumbnail.

 ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

 ‘I’ll meet you there in 30?’

 *** 

“I’m just glad there’s an open bar,” I said as I downed the last of my umpteenth drink, feeling the warmth alcohol gave me, “stupid bloody wedding.”

“Oh, come on,” Joe patted my back, pointing at the dance floor with his drink in his hand, “look at all the possibilities -”

“Banana?!” Gwilym’s body shot up from his chair as he shouted that, his face breaking in a huge smile.

It felt like the red fucking sea parted and the most beautiful girl rushed at Gwil and jumped up into his arms screaming Silly Gwilly. 

“I was looking for you at the church!” her legs snaked out of the two slits at the sides of her floor-length dress and wrapped around Gwil like a Koala would hug a tree, “where were you?!”

“Silly Gwilly?” Joe snorted and passed me a new drink, “that’s a new one!”

“Guys, guys!” Gwil put the Koala girl down and wrapped an arm around her. She was much, much shorter than he was and I couldn’t help but laugh at the height differences, it looked ridiculous, “this is my cousin, Annabelle.” 

“Holy -” Joe dipped down in a dramatic bow, “Her Majesty!”

“Huh?” I looked from Annabelle to Joe, feeling rather confused at the situation.

“Annabelle plays Anne Boleyn on a new historical drama,” Gwil couldn’t look more proud, it was sickening, “did you not listen to a word I said at the pub last night?”

“Ooooh!” Joe rose from his bow, “busted!” 

“Banana,” Gwil rolled his eyes and ignored Joe’s drunk shenanigans, “Meet Joe and Ben.”

“Pleasure,” Joe winked at her before he got distracted by a bride’s maid.

“Is he alright?” Annabelle tilted her head curiously, staring at me intently. 

“Ben, mate,” Gwil snapped his fingers in front of my face, “you’ll catch a fly if you don’t close your mouth.” 

*** 

Annabelle waited under the streetlight for her partner in crime for the night, scrolling through her Instagram feed mindlessly. She looked up and around her from time to time, anxiously waiting for Ben to arrive. When she spotted him walking towards her, she stood up straighter and bounced on the balls of her feet a little. 

 “Hi!” she squeaked and cleared her throat, reaching for an awkward side hug with Ben, “was afraid you’d be a no-show.” 

 “I would never,” he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, causing his red t-shirt to ride up just a little and expose a sliver of skin on his midriff, “shall we?” 

“We shall,” Annabelle giggled and lead the way into the pub. 

 Luckily enough, the pub was exactly in the middle between Gwil and Ben’s flats, a mere 10-minute walk away in each direction. It was where the boys would usually hang out after long days on set, and Ben felt oddly relieved at the familiarity of the place.

 *** 

“I never thought I’d see the queen of England sit alone at a wedding,” I announced as I plopped myself down on the vacant chair next to Annabelle, “where’s the king at?” 

“Right there,” Annabelle pointed at a tall, broad, devastatingly handsome ginger haired man, “where’s your date?”

“Don’t have one,” I shrugged, “drink?”

“How much have you had?” 

“Not enough,” I flagged down a waiter with a tray of champagne and took two flutes. 

“Hold it!” Annabelle called as the waiter turned and took down two flutes of her own, holding one in each hand, “cheers!”

“Won’t your date get mad that you’re sitting here drinking with me?” 

“Mad?” she scoffed, “Probably.”

“Uh -”

“But just because I caught your attention first,” she smirked, her grin a little lopsided, making my heart drop. 

“There he is!” Joe wrapped his arms around my shoulders and leaned down to kiss my head, “I missed you!” 

“You lot don’t go out much,” Annabelle laughed, “do you?” 

“That’s just Joe being Joe,” I tried to shake him off me. 

“Can’t blame him for clinging,” Annabelle shrugged, “you’re irresistible.” 

*** 

 “Are you alright?”

 “Hm?” Ben broke out of his trance as Annabelle climbed on a barstool near a high-top table. 

 “You seem preoccupied,” she smiled at the waitress who brought them menus and perused the list of drinks. 

 “I guess I’m just a bit nervous,” his brows furrowed thoughtfully. 

 “Nervous?” Annabelle scoffed, “we’ve hung out a billion times!”

 “Never alone,” he pointed out, “we’ve always had at least Joe or Gwil or your friends around.”

 “Yeah,” she shrugged, “so?”

 “Never mind,” he picked up the menu and pretended to read it, “so, what are you having?”

 “Stella, probably,” She dropped the menu and propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she studied Ben’s face, “you?”

 “I think I’ll settle for a Tuborg,” he looked around for the waitress and flagged her, “shots?”

 “Oh,” Annabelle shimmied her shoulders playfully, causing one of the thin straps of her lace-trimmed black tank top slide down her shoulder, “I like your style, Mr. Hardy!” 

 “Whiskey, yeah?” he asked just as the waitress arrived and laughed at the grimace on Annabelle’s face, “I’ll let you pick your own shot, then.”

 *** 

 “Oh, my sweet lord!” Annabelle gushed and grabbed Ben’s phone from his hands, leaning closer to him, “that’s the cutest dog I’ve ever seen!” 

 “Told you so,” Ben smiled smugly, “no dog is cuter than Frankie.” 

 “You win,” Annabelle raised her hands in mock surrender and placed Ben’s phone on the table, “she’s one lucky girl.”

 “Is she?”

 “Oh, yeah!” Annabelle quickly downed the last of her third pint of beer, “she has you doting on her and fussing about her,” she noticed Ben’s cheeks turn rosier and rosier and smiled at him, her eyes softening, “are you blushing?” 

 “No way,” he scoffed and raised his glass to his his face, “you’re drunk and imagining things!”

 “Ben Jones, aka, Ben Hardy,” Annabelle said sternly and lowered the glass from his face, “you’re blushing!” 

 “So what if I am?”

 “I think it’s cute,” she reached over and put her hand on his knee. She spotted his eyes moving from her face to her cleavage and smiled cheekily, tilting her head a little, “enjoying the view?”

 “Mhm,” he purred and looked up at her through his long eyelashes, “You think I’m cute? Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know.” 

 “Cocky!” Annabelle smirked, “and, also, not goin’ to happen. That’ll just ruin the mystery.”

 “You can only be mysterious for so long, love.” He said casually before taking a long gulp from his beer. Anne gently squeezed his thigh at the word ‘love’ and leaned in closer, so when Ben put down his pint, their faces were agonisingly close. Their noses gently brushing against one another, they could both feel the others’ breath wash over their lips. 

 “Fuck it.” Ben sighed and closed the distance, cupping Annabelle’s cheek in his large, warm hand, his thumb gently stroking her velvet skin as their lips locked in a hesitant kiss.

 He could feel her smile into the kiss and his apprehensiveness turned to fervour when her fingers entangled in his blond hair, gently tugging when she felt his tongue swipe over her bottom lip, asking for permission. After several minutes of being lost in each other, they broke apart, their foreheads touching. 

 “I was starting to worry you might never do that,” Annabelle laughed sheepishly, “I’m so glad you finally took the hint.”

 “The hint was taken when we first met,” Ben smirked, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps on her skin. It was a matter of seconds before she crashed her lips on his, desperately kissing him again. “Want to get out of here?” 

 *** 

 “Bloody hell!” Ben groaned as he led Annabelle into his flat, “I don’t have any condoms!”

 “Fuck off,” Annabelle froze in her tracks, “who said you’ll be needing them?” 

“No,” Ben closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself and his stupid mouth, “I didn’t mean it like that -” 

 “Oh?” 

 “I mean, I did,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, “I would never make you… I’d never…” 

 “I’m just kidding,” Annabelle chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist, stumbling a little.

 “Wait, it’s way too quiet in here,” Ben’s brows were furrowed, “Frankie?”

 “Wait -”

 “There’s my girl!” Ben cooed at the cutest Beagle Annabelle had ever seen, “Annie, meet Frankie.”

 “Hi, pretty girl!” Annie immediately dropped to the floor and rubbed Frankie’s head, squealing in delight when the pup jumped around and tried to lick her face. “You can leave us now, Ben. We’re good.”

 “The hell I will,” Ben murmured and bent down, wrapping his arms around Annabelle from behind and pulling her up before placing warm, sloppy wet kisses on her neck.

 Nudging her forward, he directed them both to his bedroom as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear in between kisses. 

 “Wait,” she turned around as they entered the bedroom, “you said you don’t have any condoms?”

 “Come to think of it,” he walked over to the bed and plopped down, reaching for the TV remote on the nightstand, “even if I had them, we wouldn’t need them.” 

“What?” 

 “As much as I want to fuck you senseless,” Ben purred and released a thousand butterflies in Annabelle’s stomach, “I wouldn’t.”

 “Why not?” she looked slightly offended, and Ben could spot the blush rising on her cheeks in embarrassment as he reached over his head, turning the dimmer’s switch so the room was softly lit now.

 “Because,” he extended a hand out to her, wordlessly asking her to come join him on the bed, “I’d much rather taking things slow with you.”

 “Oh, yeah?” she crawled on the bed and settled next to him.

 “Definitely,” he leaned down and kissed her passionately, “and besides, we don’t have much of a choice tonight, do we?”

[jeonchristineimnida]

Taehyung - I Need You

Genre: angst, oneshot

Warning: break up

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 3491

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A/N: I kinda based this one shot from their song I need you. The feels when I wrote this tho, imagining it happening for real. I mean, can you imagine if their songs have this kind of history behind it? bfsdghufhsf :”<

“Taehyung ah” Yoongi called out the younger who was lost in his thoughts. He thinks it was just the first time Yoongi called him, but it was actually the fifth time already.

“Yes, hyung?” He snapped out of it and stood up, walking towards the hyung that called his attention.

“Do you think you can help us with some lyrics here?” Yonggi asked, opening the door to their workroom. Taehyung saw the messy work table with papers and pen scattered. Sticky notes were pressed on the monitors with key words on the, “We’re kinda lacking in this area in the pre-chorus part.” Yoongi explained and the younger one nodded, only on thing in mind.

Y/N

“It’s about being unable to let go of her, even if it hurts already, right hyung?” Taehyung confirmed.

“Well yeah, it’s like when—“ the elder got cut off when the younger started talking.

“It’s okay, hyung. I understand it very well.” He sighed, sitting on the couch as he grabbed a pen and started thinking, letting the melody play in the background.

It wasn’t that hard for him to look for some inspiration. After all, he’s going through something painfully similar.

“I was thinking maybe we can have two contradicting voice here.” Taehyung says, going over the computer to the part where Yoongi asked for help as recorded the first part, then the next.

I’m sorry (I hate you), I love you (I hate you), Forgive me

Is this the time I let you go?

Why am I even holding on when you clearly want to go already.

Why am I even torturing myself?

Thoughts such as these preoccupied Taehyung’s mind.

“Hyung I’ll just go to the convenience store.” Taehyung said, standing up as he left the workroom, also leaving his hyung quite worried.

Taehyung grabbed a face mask and his hat before starting towards the door. He left the dorm in silence. He wasn’t the normal Taehyung his members were used to. He was too quiet and was always spacing out. Even if the other members wanted to know, he won’t say anything.

He was staring at the floor as he walked down the quiet streets of Seoul. It was past midnight and most of the people are in their respective homes, taking a rest. He entered the convenience store and went straight to the drinks station, staring off into the glass mirror.

“… I think it’s cool. Don’t you think so too, Y/N?” Taehyung asked. They were in the same convenience store where they usually hang out late at night. There were only a few people who come in, and it’s been helpful ever since Bangtan started gaining attention and fame. Taehyung excitedly looked over to his girlfriend beside him, obviously not listening as her thoughts were preoccupied with something he’d always want to know yet was always shut away from him.

This wasn’t the first time it happened.

“Y/N?” He asked again, taking her hand when she flinched by his sudden action. She looked at him and forced a smile, shaking her head lightly as she slides her hands off of his. A simple gesture that caused an ache in Taehyung’s chest.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.” Y/N said, looking down. Giggles were heard from the entrance and they found a couple displaying their affection freely, holding hands as they laugh without having to hide anything.

Taehyung looked over to Y/N once again with sorrowful eyes, wanting to give all the love that he can give, but he couldn’t. It was hurting him, seeing his girlfriend look at the couple longingly, knowing it was what she want, heck what anyone would want, but it just couldn’t happen in his situation.

Not when they aren’t well established yet in the industry.

“Hey…” Taehyung said softly, taking Y/N’s attention back. Even without words, Y/N was able to see through the gaze of her boyfriend infront of him, apologizing and feeling bad, not for what he did but for what he couldn’t do. She shook her head and smiled.

“It’s okay. Do you want some banana milk or yogurt drink?” She asks, holding his hand as she pulled him towards the refrigerator area.

As they got there, she lets go of his hand while she looks for the drinks. Taehyung took a step forward, intending to hug her from behind when someone recognized him.

“Omo! It’s Kim Taehyung from Bangtan!” A girl squealed and he took a step away from y/n. He interacted with the fan, trying to get as much distance as he could with y/n.

y/n took a drink, paid it and left. Just like how they discussed if ever Taehyung gets recognized: act as if you don’t know eachother.

He took a selca with the fan and had a small talk before he politely excused himself. He hurried out of the store, but to his dismay, y/n was already gone.

Taehyung received a text which says:

I’m sorry I went ahead. You take care on your way home, alright? -Y/N

And that was the last time she talked to him, leaving Taehyung in pain for a week.

Taehyung sighed, taking a banana milk in hand as he head over to the cashier to pay. HIs phone vibrated and even if he denies it, he was still silently wishing it was y/n who has messaged him. Sadly, it was his manager that sent a message, asking him to head back to the dorm as soon as he could because they have something to discuss as a team with the other members.

Sighing, Taehyung made his way to the dorm with his heavy heart.

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“Okay, let’s wrap it up with this.” Their manager says, standing up as their meeting ended almost 3 in the morning. “Since your title track is almost done, I’m giving you a day off. Rest first and refuel before you start working on anything else. We don’t want you burnt out this early.” He says, and the members bowed and thanked him before he left.

Everyone relaxed into the sofas, smiling as they think of having a rest day for themselves. Yoongi told the others not to bother him as he sleeps but the members didn’t say anything, knowing that he’d work himself until dawn and have a sleep for an hour before they start their practices the next day. Namjoon called his mother to schedule some bonding time with his family, like Hoseok and Jin. Jimin laughed at the pouting maknae who’ll be taking an exam on their ‘rest day’.

“What will you do tomorrow, Tae?” Hoseok asked, sitting beside the gloomy lad in attempt to cheer him up.

“I dont know—“ he got cut off with his phone lighting up, the name he had been longing to see was finally on the screen.

Taetae, I have something to tell you tomorrow. Can we meet up? - Y/N

“Oh well, now I know what you’ll be doing tomorrow.” Hoseok smiled, poking Taehyung’s sides but he was nervous inside, remembering the conversation he had with Jimin the other day.

“Taehyung ah, you know it’s hard having a relationship when we’re an idol.” Jimin says but Taehyung couldn’t accept it.

“What’s wrong with dating the one you love?” Taehyung argued but Jimin sighed.

“Okay, let’s say you love eachother, but we can’t deny everyone wants a normal relationship with all the cuddling and couple tees and just carelessly showing your affection for eachother, right? And it’s something we can’t give. Not at the moment.” Jimin patted Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Is.. is this y/n giving up?” Taehyung shakily asks.

“That’s not for me to answer.” Jimin gave Taehyung a hug before he got called by Namjoon.

Is this it?

Are we letting go now, y/n?

“I’ll go to my room first.” Taehyung said, standing up as he walked back to his room, his thoughts fighting over as memories of the past month comes back to him. He’s done his best, keeping everyday communication with her even just through texts. He fought off the urges to see her everyday even if it was killing him, just because he wants her safe and wants to be careful. If only he could be invisible so he could be with y/n, he’d do anything. He tried so hard to make it work… to make sure she knew he loved her, but it was still not enough. It has come to this point where he feels like he’s loosing her.

I’m losing her for real, tomorrow. Taehyung taught as he lays on his bed, covering his eyes with his arms as he lets the tears fall. It was just a few weeks short of their first anniversary, yet he couldn’t make her stay.

He took his phone and reread the past conversation they had, which was mostly him saying ‘I love you’ and ‘goodnight’ for the past six nights and those were unreplied. The next message he receives from her was this.

He was sure that it was leading to a break up.

He held his phone with both hands as he typed. This will be the last message he’ll send her before he lets go.

I’ll meet you by the garden. You know where to go. 10 am.

Jagiya, I’m sorry for all this time.

I truly loved you.

-Taehyung

Even if it still wasn’t in the past tense, he still used it as a sign of his decision to finally let her go from the pain he selfishly trapped her in. He turned off his phone and decided it that way, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to take back what he said. He’ll leave it off for the whole day tomorrow since no calls for their managers or members would be coming in. After all, it was a rest day for themselves.

He closes his eyes as he tried to go to sleep, making his pillows wet with his tears throughout the night.

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Taehyung looked up the clock and saw that it was 9:30 in the morning. All of his members were out, besides Yoongi who was still in bed. He looked into the mirror and chuckled.

“Well, you look like crap.” He told his reflection as he sees his swollen eyes from crying. He took his sunglasses and wore his cap. It hid at least half of his face with the shadow it creates. He took a deep breath before nodding at his reflection. “Well, here goes nothing.”

He got to the garden by walking and was still 10 minutes early, but to his surprise, y/n was already there, waiting by the bench in her skinny jeans and loose knitted sweater, pairing it with the knitted cream beanie he had given her. She stared at her sneakers as she waited, and Taehyung just stood there for a moment, just looking at her and wanting the time to stop. Even if he was just afar from her, as long as she was his and he was hers, that would be fine… but time won’t stop and he knows that. Instead, he just took 5 minutes of simply keeping her in his sight, wanting to keep the memory of their last moments as lovers.

Y/N felt someone staring at her, and when she saw Taehyung by the corner, she stood up and showed a half smile as Taehyung started walking towards her. Different thoughts occupied the couple’s mind as their hearts pounded on their chest. Both of them doesn’t want this day to happen, but time won’t stop for anyone, and they weren’t an exception.

“Taetae” she says, and the young lad nodded.

“Sit down,” he said, and they both did.

“Sorry for the unreplied messages this week…” She started and he nodded, not taking off the sunglasses as he blinks his tears away. “I was…” she gave it a thought before shaking her head. “You don’t have to know.” She smiled at him before exhaling.

“What is it that you needed to tell me?” he asks as y/n looked down, opening and closing her mouth as she try to find the words to say. She definitely had a hard time telling whatever it was, and Taehyung saw that. She was about to get something from her bag when Taehyung decided to speak.

“It doesn’t look like it’s something easy to say huh?” He says and y/n nodded slowly. Taehyung looked away and sighed “Well, let me do it for you.” He says as he stood up. “Let’s break up, Y/N.” He faced her with a smile while the tears building up in his eyes hid behind his sunglasses. “The 11 months we’ve spent together will never be forgotten. Thank-you.”

“Wha- Tae-“

“I’ll go ahead.” Taehyung says, waving at her before he turned around and left. The tears roll down his cheeks as he walks straight ahead, leaving as soon as he could before he turns back and beg for y/n to take him back. If he hears her voice. he’d definitely lose the resolve he had of letting her go and giving her the happiness she deserves.

The happiness he won’t be able to give.

After being in a safe distance, away from the garden, he slowed down into a stop as he leaned into a wall. He tried to catch his breath, partly from walking but mostly because of the oxygen running out as he cried, punching the wall in frustration.

It’s over.

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It was about 8 in the evening when Namjoon came into their dorm. Only Taehyung was in the living room, the TV open but no one was watching. Taehyung was yet again, off into his own world. If it wasn’t for Namjoon sitting beside him, Taehyung wouldn’t have realized he had company.

“Hyung, how did you family bonding go?” Taehyung asks, and Namjoon smiled.

“It was okay, but Minjoon always bugged me about you.” Namjoon answers. His sister’s bestfriend was Taehyung’s girlfriend. “I know what’s bugging you now.” Namjoon leans back into the sofa as he hit Taehyung’s back playfully. “Lucky bastard. Since you’ve met with eachother earlier, I’m concluding you guys have talked already?”

Taehyung nodded, looking away, ignoring the statement about him being lucky because he wasn’t.

“Well, why the glum face? Where’s your promise ring?” Namjoon asks, playfully poking Taehyung’s arm, all smiles until Taehyung looked at him.

“What are you saying hyung?” Taehyung asks, confusion evident in his face.

“I thought you talked already?” Namjoon asks, his smile was gone.

“Yeah, we broke up. That’s how it went.” Taehyung answered, standing up before he breaks down again. The wound was too fresh and he was still too vulnerable.

“Hold up, what are you talking about?” Namjoon stood up as well, holding onto the younger’s wrist before he could run away.

“It was clear that she didn’t want to be with me anymore, hyung. All those signs she showed me and that one week she didn’t contact me was for her to gather her courage to finally break u—“

“You didn’t clear thing out, Taehyung ah. You just concluded by yourself.” Namjoon cut him off as he pulled him back into their sofa.

“I don’t understand—“ The tears welled up as Taehyung was in utter confusion.

“Minjoon told me everything while waiting for our mom to finish shopping. She told me how y/n has been receiving threats from your fans, saying to stay away from you. She’s being bullied in school and if it weren’t for Minjoon seeing it happen, she wouldn’t have known because y/n wouldn’t say. My sister even asked her why she still says despite all the mistreatment she’s getting out of curiosity, and you know what she said?” Namjoon asks the pale faced Taehyung who didn’t know a single thing til now.

“She said no one will be able to make her break up with you. If you guys will separate, it will be your decision, not hers.”

With the last sentence, Taehyung’s heart broke into two as tears uncontrollably falls.

“But— but the one week… she didn’t…” Taehyung wasn’t able to complete his sentence, having a hard time to breathe through his crying.

“Her parents told her to come back to Canada, and that their divorce didn’t push through. She didn’t want to. She told Minjoon that she can’t text or call you until she resolved her matters already. After all, we were busy preparing for our comeback. They came into an agreement, y/n will have to finish a degree in Canada and prove to her family that she’s capable on her own. The promise ring was supposed to be given to you before she leaves, as her promise that she’ll come back if you… will be able to wait for her.”

Taehyung stood up, his chest tightening as it gets harder to breathe. Tears were constantly falling when he punched the wall, angry at himself. “What have I done?” sobs escaped him as he fell on the floor.

“Taehyung ah.” Namjoon tried to help him up when his phone rang. “Hello— yah! don’t shout at me!” Namjoon responded before handing the phone to Taehyung.

“Do you mean it? Are you really breaking up with y/n?” Minjoon was on the other line, seemingly calming down after hearing Taehyung’s sobs.

“No. I want to take it back. I don’t want to break up with her.” Taehyung answered, holding onto the phone desperately.

“Then get your sorry ass running to the airport because she leaves in an hour!” Minjoon shouted and Taehyung’s eyes widen before dropping Namjoon’s phone on the couch, running to his room to get his phone and wallet. He rushed to the door without even saying goodbye.

“Good luck, Taehyung ah.” Namjoon muttered as he picked up his phone.

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“To the airport please! As fast as you could!” Urgency can be heard in Taehyung’s voice and the driver stepped on it. Taehyung sat back and opened his phone to call y/n, but numerous calls and messages were left on his phone, all from y/n.

Taetae? Is there something wrong?

Jagiya, talk to me. Am I missing on something? Why are you apologizing?

Taehyung ah! Why did you turn off your phone?!

I called Hoseok oppa, but he said you locked your door. Yah, what are you doing? Taehyung ah, I’m getting worried.

Taehyung ah…

I’ll see you tomorrow… Please be okay…

I love you. Not in the past form because I still do, and I always will. I never stopped. I’ll explain everything tomorrow.

I didn’t expect you to break up with me but I guess… I’m not really helping with all the stress you’re facing huh? I should be the one apologizing, pabo.

I’m leaving. I hope you’ll be happy. I’ll still keep cheering for you from the crowd. I love you, Tae. Always take care.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Taehyung cried as he hugged his phone. He took a deep breath before dialing her number, only to fail as it directed him to voice mail. “Damn it!” Taehyung muttered, trying again but to no avail, was still directed to voice mail.

As fast as the driver could go, it was like all odds were against him. They were stuck in traffic, although the airport was somewhat near. Taehyung paid the cab before making a run for it. He arrived within 10 minutes of running, only stopping for a few second to catch his breath. He looked into his watch and saw he only had a few minutes left.

He ran to the immigration but was stopped as he didn’t have any passport nor ticket. It was a good thing the supervisor came and recognized Taehyung’s voice.

“Uncle, please help. I just really need to talk to y/n before she leaves. Please, just a moment.” He pleaded and his uncle waved off the guards, allowing him passage.

“Excuse me, are there any flight going to Canada tonight?” he asked, catching his break to the lady who was in the boarding gates.

“Ah yes, flight 315 to Vancouver.” She nodded.

“Where is it? Which gate?” Taehyung desperately asked,

“The boarding time was an hour ago sir—“ the lady was cut off as she saw a plane by the end of the run way. “Sir, I’m afraid the plane you’re looking for is that.” the lady pointed towards the tall glass windows showing off the plane ready to take off.

“No…” Taehyung stood frozen infront of the glass windows, tears flowing as he saw the plane zoom off and started onto the sky, leaving Korea with the only girl he’d love this much.

“미안해 (I’m sorry)” Taehyung shakily said, only above a whisper.

“사랑해 (I love you)” He closed his eyes, letting his tears flow.

“융서해 (Forgive me)” He knelt, giving in as he lost all the strength he had left.

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#SofterSideofNeville--Sunday Brunch

This is my submission for the Softer Side of Neville Writing Game. It is the brainchild of the very funny, very talented @sirbeepsalot. Let her know if you would like to participate in the writing game! I may attempt another entry (smutty), but wanted to see if I could make the man at least relatable first. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: I Feel Like I’m Drowning, Two Feet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkVvG4QTO9M

Word Count: 1169

Writer tags: @sirbeepsalot @katedrakeohd @jovialyouthmusic @choicesarehard @ritachacha @tornbetween2loves @bobasheebaby

Tagging: @gennesaret @aworldoffandoms @hopefulmoonobject @simsvetements @cora-nova @carabeth @custaroonie @liamxs-world @lauradowning29 @speedyoperarascalparty @thequeenofcronuts @wickedgypsymoon @timmagicktoad @brightpinkpeppercorn

Liam X Neville, King Liam, Lord Neville

Neville sat in the formal dining room of the Cordonia Society for Fine Gentlemen, sipping his tea with milk and honey as he looked out at the gardens. His eyes skimmed over the beautifully planted rows of flowers, and the perfectly sculptured hedges without seeing them. His phoned pinged, breaking his contemplation. He looked down at the text message:

Where are you? We need to fix this and make things right. I love you. –Shad

Neville put the phone back on the table, face down. His heart was now a jigsaw puzzle comprised of a million pieces, and Rashad thought it could be fixed. You can’t find healing from the one who hurt you. He picked up his teacup again when he saw him striding through the doors; even without his guards, Liam was an imposing sight. Tall, broad shouldered, and more handsome than any man had a right to be. Ahhh, here he comes.

Liam strode to Neville’s table “Lord Vancouer.” His tone was clipped as he took his seat.

“Liam.” Neville signaled for the waiter. “How kind of you to join me for Sunday brunch, although I doubt you will have much of an appetite by the time our talk is finished.”

The waiter approached. “Your Majesty, Your Lordship.”

“We will have a bottle of your finest scotch, please and a bucket of ice.” Liam raised an eyebrow at Neville. It was unlike Neville to drink.

Liam gave a forced smile. “So, Earl Vancouer, how go things on Cormery Isle?”

“The same as always. Almost time to harvest the grapes and olives. We’re expecting another great harvest this season.” Neville looked at Liam, a small smile playing on his lips. “Remember when you would visit with your Father as a child? We would climb the trees and hide while we ate so many of the grapes, we would be miserably full?”

Liam allowed himself a grin at the memory. “And neither of us knew an olive from a grape. We thought we would surprise our Fathers with a fruit salad. They had no idea what to do with a bowl full of bananas, apples, and olives.”

Neville let out a loud laugh, but then his face fell. “I was really sad when you stopped coming over in the summers.”

Liam looked at Neville. “A lot happened. The attempted assassination attack, Leo’s social season, Leo abdicating….” He trailed off as he looked out at the gardens. He faced Neville again.

“What happened to you, Neville? You have been so bitter. You’re looking down on the citizens of our country, you called my wife, the Queen, a commoner wench in full view of everyone, and you challenged Drake to a duel. A duel! He could have been seriously injured.” Liam’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Neville.

“Ha! He could have been injured? So could I!” Neville was silent for a moment. “I did you a favor by challenging him, but you don’t know that yet. As for the rest of your statement, you know I do not look down on people not of noble birth. You’ve been to Cormery….aside from my father and myself, there are no nobles. Yet, our Duchy is open to everyone. As children, we played with the commoners! I courted men and women of not noble birth. Don’t try to paint me with the prejudice brush!”

“Fine. Then what grudge do you have against Drake and your Queen?”

The waiter arrived with the scotch, ice, and two glasses. He began preparations to open and pour, but Liam held up his hand. With a slight smile to the waiter, he told him they would serve themselves. The waiter bowed, and walked away.

Neville’s phone pinged again. He flipped it over to read the text message. Please talk to me. He put the phone back down, and looked at Liam.

“Liam, I know you are in love in Drake. I know about the arrangement you have with your wife: she allows you and Drake to continue your relationship while she continues hers with Lord Beaumont.”

Liam began to protest, but stopped when Neville gently shook his head at him.

“I know, Liam. I promise to be the soul of discretion with this information. But I do have a question. I know you are in love with Drake, but what are your feelings towards the woman you married?”

“I do not see how this in any way answers my question.” Liam’s voice was tense.

Neville poured himself a tumbler full of scotch, offering to pour one for Liam, who declined. “You will.”

Liam mulled his answer over before speaking. “I love Drake with every fiber of my being, and I have since I was 17. I don’t know what I would do without him. My wife is my best friend. I trust them both with my life.”

“Have you noticed any difference in their interactions with each other? Has Lord Beaumont noticed that the Queen is suddenly too busy to make her weekly trips to Ramsford? Have you noticed that Drake seems preoccupied and too busy for you?”

Liam felt his stomach begin to sink but his eyes were blank.

“You really don’t know, do you?” Neville’s eyes were sympathetic.

“Neville, what are you talking about? You’re scaring me.” Liam tried to sound irritated, but Neville heard the trace of nervousness in the King’s voice.

“I’m not scaring you Liam.  You know I’m about to hurt you. You just don’t know how.” Neville calmly poured Liam a tumbler full of scotch. “Take a drink now; it will numb you for a moment.”

Liam looked at Neville uncertainly, then took a healthy swallow.

“Drake Walker, the man you love, has been having an affair with Rashad, the man I love, for the past six months, and carrying on with your wife since the engagement tour.” Neville’s voice was steady, but his hand shook as he picked up his own glass to take a sip of the brown liquid.

Liam’s eyes widened with fear, sadness, doubt. “You must be mistaken! Drake has been working hard with the Royal Council…long hours. He comes home late, that is why he is always tired. My wife knows our arrangement. She wouldn’t break it!  She knows how I feel about Drake. She wouldn’t do that to me!  Whoever told you this lying! Lying!” Tears streaked his face.

With a sympathetic look on his face, Neville raised his glass of scotch to Liam in a mock toast. “Welcome to my hell, friend.”