#and it's always someone with too much makeup or just fake appearance

[curlsandsnakes]

Penelope x Colin Fanfiction

Part 2

It’s significantly better weather the second day my feet touch London Soil, the sun shaded by clouds but it’s warmth still settling over the Queens festival.  I’d like to say the heat is the reason for the sweat beading beneath my Cravat, but that’s not the truth.

Im nervous.

Violently nervous.

My mother has a firm hand wrapped around my forearm, squeezing comfortingly, her eyes full with reassurance.

“You must settle, darling. Fussing will do nothing but enhance your anxiety.” She murmurs, offering gracious waves to anyone she passes.

I’m fully aware that she’s right, but I’ve been here for nearly half an hour and I haven’t caught sight of the fiery red hair I’ve been hunting down. Eloise assured me she would be here, she’d written her that same night asking and the pink floral paper came back only an hour later confirming.

“Perhaps she knew I was coming and decided against attending.” It sounds pathetic. I sound pathetic but I’m desperate to see her, desperate to speak to her and declare my intentions. Desperate to keep her far from the men of the Ton.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Francesca nudges my hip and nods her head to a yellow tent surrounded by gems.

It can’t be her, it’s not possible.

Someone with Penelope’s same hair is leaning against a post, smiling up at Eloise. It’s Penelope’s hair but it isn’t, there are no pinned back pencil curls plastered to her scalp. Instead long copper waves settle against her shoulder, loose like ocean waves. This person has Penelope’s ice water eyes but they aren’t off set by caked on makeup covering baby smooth skin, a shimmer of gold and white surround dark lashes and soft peach hues. This woman isn’t wearing canary yellow and pearls, no this woman is in royal blue embroidered with lace butterflies in a gown that puts her ample bosom on display, the bodice laced up in a tight corset.

But she has Penelope’s laugh, sweet and high like Christmas bells.

And she has Penelope’s tiny wrists, holding onto a vanilla cupcake.

And she has Penelope’s perfect, Peony pink lips licking sugar from her fingers.

It’s Penelope.

It’s my pen.

“Quite the change hmm?” Benedict appears at my right, a knowing smirk on his stupid face.

“Excuse me?” I can hardly pull my eyes from her.

“It seems you informing your friends how “uncourtable” she is was just the push she needed to find herself. She’s quite popular now.” My brother seems to be enjoying this a little too much.

“She’s always been beautiful.” I grumble, straightening my coat and running My hands through my hair, it’s far too long right now but it’ll have to do.

“Well of course. Just not this beautiful.” Benedict knees my leg and sends me on my way. I hold my breath the entire way over.

Penelope is laughing at something Eloise just said when she follows my sisters line of sight and her gaze falls on me. The gorgeous smile that had been gracing her face falls, leaving a tight lipped grimace and straightened shoulders.

“Mother calls!” Eloise pulls the cupcake from Penelope’s hand and slips away, leaving us alone together, finally.

“Pen.” The word falls out of me like a sigh, breathless. It feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders now that I’m in her presence. As angry as she is with me, there’s no one alive I would rather be beside.

“Welcome home, Mr. Bridgerton.” She’s cold and stern, a fake smile on her lips and a rigidness to her back.

“Mr. Bridgerton is Anthony. Come on Pen, you know I’m Colin.” I want to hold her, to finally bury my face in that ocean of red. But for now I settle for pressing my fingers to her satin covered wrist. “We’ve much to talk about. I’ve much to apologize for.”

Penelope pulls away from me like I’ve burned her, cradling her wrist to her chest and staring wide eyed at my dangling fingertips.

“That’s entirely unnecessary. All is well.” Her eyes scan her surroundings, searching for an exit.

“It most certainly is not.” I duck to meet her cerulean eyes.

“And what exactly is happening here?” Portia Featherington exits the tent we’ve been standing beside, her stare darts between me and her daughter. I know I shouldn’t use pens horrendous mother to get what I want but desperate times.

“Lady featherington, I was just asking your daughter if she wished to promenade with me through the willow trees.” I lay on my thickest charm and am more than pleased when I see the shock fade to excitement on the eldest Featheringtons face.

“Why of course you can. Oh Penny, think of what your suitors will say when they see you on a promenade with one of the Bridgertons.” She all but squeals.

Penelope has quite the opposite reaction, her face resembling something close to horror.

“Mother I don’t wish to promenade, I’m awfully tired.” The fakest yawn I’ve ever seen racks Penelope’s body.

“That’s unfortunate considering you’re going right now,” portia links our arms together and shoved us towards the botanical section.

Penelope looks murderous.

It’s going to be a long day.

[hisphantomgiver]

Every time I check twitter for Ewan Mitchell posts there has to be this one qrt/comment from this one person with questionable looks mocking his appearance or saying some offensive shit just for the sake of it. What did he even do to you? What do you even know about him? Did he hurt you personally? Or are you just so insecure that you feel the need to mock other people's appearances in order to feel better about yourself? Is his popularity hurting your feelings or something?

And now I'm thinking about it, what if he sees these comments? He seems shy and God knows if he has social anxiety or something, or if it's some underlying self consciousness that's causing this. What if he sees this?

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

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Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

.

.

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

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Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

[coralinnii]

Hello to you! I was wondering if you were taking requests. I just had a prompt I thought you might like! Any characters you'd like, with an s/o who can and will get violent easily if someone disrespects the love of their life? Like someone calls cater fake and suddenly a chairs getting thrown at their head. I'm sorry for asking, I just thought this was funny :)

❋ Feral!MC who defends their man ❋ feat: Epel ⭑ Ace ⭑ Cater ⭑ Malleus genre: fluff, humour note: gn!reader, no pronouns used with reader, established relationships, reader is implied to be magicless, depictions of physical fighting and violence (punching, kicking, etc),

So, I usually just randomly pick a set of 4 characters but this worked out so well it was hilarious.

All his life, Epel feels underestimated due to his fragile-looking appearance and stature. He spent his early adolescence running amok to prove himself a man but since meeting Vil, he’s learning to hold himself back. 

But that doesn’t mean his situation has changed. There will always be one or two schoolmates that continue to demean him for his looks. 

“You Pomefiore wimps are all the same. What, too afraid to get your makeup ruined?” 

Oh, there is nothing Epel wants more than to give these jerks a piece of his mind, but nothing these guys can say would compare to what Vil would do if he starts a fight here so he chose to turn his cheek on their superficial comments. 

Sadly, the offenders did not appreciate that as they started to grow red over being ignored and started raising their magic pens when… 

“Ooff!” One of the grunts fell to his knees clutching his lower half, revealing you standing behind him with a look that could scare the campus ghosts.  

“The hell is manly about picking on someone minding his own business?!” You seethed in fury as you glared at the wounded student and his friend helping him. “Epel has more manly qualities in his pinky than you do in your whole body, including that sad manhood” You sneered at the term, barely believing one could call any part of them “man”. 

You stepped closer to the two male students, one of them covering his already injured equipment. With an air of barely contained wrath, you stomped your foot extremely close in front of the fallen student, right between his legs “Leave before I make sure that you two will be walking weird for the whole school year” Your eyes glinted with not a threat, but a promise. 

With the two bullies running off, you looked to Epel. Gone was the fury in your eyes but rather concern. 

He really shouldn’t be, but darn it if he wasn’t proud of you. He wanted to praise you so much for how amazing you were. He knows now that violence is not the best option but it sure makes you look cool.

If he were his younger self, he’d have been embarrassed that someone fought his battles for him but he knew you do it out of love and never because you didn’t think he couldn’t defend himself. He’s learning new forms of power, and your willingness to fight for him was another side to strength he didn’t have growing up. 

Epel swore to continue growing up, to appreciate the strengths he found such as you, and to someday be strong enough to protect you forever.

“We can’t let Vil hear about this, but that was super cool! Ya sure spook ‘em good!” 

Ace is a cheeky bast*rd. Sure, he knows when he should shut up but when push comes to shove, he’s not afraid to say how he really feels and doesn’t care how he can come across to others. Due to that attitude, he has made a few enemies that don't appreciate his words and like him, aren't afraid to tell him that. 

“Who are you to say that about us? Acting like you’re better than us, get off that high horse of yours!” 

Ace rolled his eyes over the student’s weak insult but did nothing. Something like this isn’t worth getting hurt over. The redhead was about to put on his fakest smile and ready to satiate the poor kid’s ego but suddenly a blurry figure breezed past him and straight at the student who started this commotion. 

And the sound of something solid hitting flesh rang through the hallways

Loud gasps and curious whispers filled in as students saw that you landed a straight punch on the other student, who’s sitting stunned on the floor.

“If you didn’t do stupid sh*t, then maybe Ace doesn't have to call you out on it!” 

Boy is smug af over you getting all feral and defending him like that. Watching someone he likes fight for him and getting angry on his behalf tickles his heart. How many guys can say his lover would beat someone up for him? Ace felt shivers down his spine seeing you all fiery and angry for his sake, yelling at the dumbfounded student how Ace doesn’t have to be nice to anyone who doesn’t deserve it. 

“And at least Ace has a brain to think before doing something stupid unlike you morons! Talk sh*t, get hit!” Seeing you angrily compliment him is strangely attractive to the Heartslabyul freshman that he rather push to the back of his mind to ponder at a later date. 

As your voice got louder as your fury burned, which Ace feared might catch the attention of a teacher or worse, his housewarden. 

Always quick on his feet both metaphorically and physically, Ace used the chaotic situation to run in between the crowd and escape his enemies before a teacher ended up showing up just as he predicted. When the coast is clear, Ace will definitely tease you on your little feral child moment.

Great job, you really stroked this kid's ego 

“You sure got scary all for lil ol’ me~ You love me that much, huh?”

Cater knows how some people see him, what they say about him but he doesn’t care since in the end he doesn’t affect him that much. Words from a couple of rando people means little to him. 

It was an uneventful day, when he heard a couple of classmates whisper behind his back, words like “fake” and “clout-chaser” made purposely clear for anyone, including him, to hear. 

“Talk about vibe killers” The laid-back senior thought, a sting of annoyance managing to build in his heart. It doesn’t crush him but still, having someone insult you never feels good. 

He was planning to take the high road, pretend not to hear them and walk away when he heard a commotion from that direction. When Cater turned around, he nearly dropped his phone when he saw you…with your hands in a vice grip on one of the jeering student’s hair. 

“Say that again, I dare you!” You screamed as you looked ready to turn the poor boy bald. “Show off that loser behavior so everyone can see!” 

The student in your grasp was helpless and not even his friend could help him because any attempt made to you only made you tighten your grip on his locks. 

“You don't know anything about Cater, how can you call him fake?! He’s considerate and always makes sure not to make anyone uncomfortable, unlike you motherfu-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence as smoke started filling the space, which sent everyone in the vicinity in a state of chaos thinking a fire had started. Surprised, you released the fool in your grasp and in that moment you felt someone pull you away from the smoky mess. In your angry confusion, you nearly restarted your assault when you recognized the familiar light ginger locks and charming green eyes through the fading smoke. It was Cater that pulled you away from the crowd before a teacher finally showed up and cleared the smoke spell he casted.

You nearly gave Cater a heart attack. The last thing he wants is for you to get in trouble or worse, have a target on your back due to your fiery temper. Secretly, he felt a sense of guilty pleasure knowing how fired up you get for someone like him, plus that wild side of you is scarily appealing to him. 

Even if he prefers to hide things with a smile, he worries for your safety more than anything. He has a plethora of ways to get himself out of a bad situation so he hopes you could trust him a bit more.

He might not be able to stop you from getting into fights for his sake, but at least let him protect you when you do

“Hoo boy, that was a close one! You gotta trust me a little more, you know?~”

When Malleus saw you walking back to your dorm one late night, thunderous clouds quickly formed as he noticed bruising on your face and hands, obviously from a scuffle. 

“Who is responsible for this?” Malleus spoke calmly but the dangerous strikes of lightning raining down in the far distance spoke volumes of his true emotions. 

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to downplay your injuries as you explained that you got into a fight with a couple of students earlier that day. Malleus was curious but you looked tired and decided to let you rest for that night

Malleus heard later from Lilia that you suddenly tackled a bunch of students when you overheard them speaking ill of the dragon fae, saying how he only earned his housewarden title purely because of his powers and not due to skills or competence. 

Ok, let’s make it clear. Anybody who dares to insult Malleus definitely has a death wish, with the exception of Leona. Being one of the most powerful mages of his time and having a loyal group of guards that isn’t afraid to take someone down, anyone with survival instincts would think twice before talking sh*t about the heir of Briar Village. 

But this is true everywhere, there is always that tiny group of people that dare to speak nonsense, acting as though their actions won’t have consequences. 

Hah, they thought. 

The students who witnessed the fight recalled the sheer rage exuding from you as you continued to pummel on the target of your wrath. You were finally pulled away by a teacher and was sent to Crowley's office, which explained your late return. 

“They don’t know anything! They don’t see how hard you’re trying to understand humans for the future of fae-human relations. The lessons and training you do to someday lead your kingdom, they know none of it. None at all!” 

Malleus has Silver and especially Sebek who would yell at anyone that would even dare to breathe weirdly in Malleus’ presence, so naturally hearing that a fight broke out because someone supposedly disrespected him is a common story for him. But this was the first time he heard it was you who started the fight in his honor. 

He brushed against your cheek, where your bruise was before he quickly healed it. He wondered if humans were all reckless when in love like you were. He should reprimand you, tell you that such violence is unnecessary as petty hate is nothing to him.

Although, supposed if he were in your position, he wasn’t sure if he wouldn’t do the same, perhaps even worse. Afterall, you were his precious treasure. 

This man won’t care who started the fight, he’s smiting anyone for trying to harm you in any way (A red flag but a confusing one) 

“I would prefer you avoid such conflicts in the future, my dear. Not for your sake, but for theirs if I learn of the fools who dare lay a hand on you”

[louloulemons-posts]

Bumps and Binx

Eddie Munson X ScareActor!Reader

Summary : You worked as scare actor at Halloween events, you weren’t expecting to make someone jump so much he fell in love.

Word Count : 0.9k

Warnings : Not proofread, halloween-y, swears, blood (it’s fake blood), clowns, eddie hits his head, 3 uses of Y/N, rambles for the spooky season, in true Lou fashion it was written at 1am 🫶🏻

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You’d worked as a scare actor a few times now, loving all things horror, you always enjoyed making people jump. The fact you could dress up and give people a good fight was incredible.

You lurked around the haunted house, well it was actually a haunted big top. Dressed as a clown, you had black paint on your teeth making them look sharp, blood dripping from your mouth, contacts that made your eyes appeared white.

That wasn’t what scared people though, it was your ability to hide in the darkness and appear, screeching as you did so. This made people freak out, not expecting you to be there.

It ended up in screams of their own, hysterical and fearful laughter, and sadly, but rarely, tears. It was a huge mix of emotions. That’s why Binx (your character) had become a favourite of many.

The night was in full swing, many people had already passed through, you terrified the majority of them. Even having one run away from you whilst you chased after them like a maniac - it was fun.

Another group was making their way towards you, you’d heard them scream and laugh as they’d passed your colleague. It sounded like there was quite a few of them, oh this will be a good one.

Hiding in a dark corner, you crouched down, hearing them get closer. It was great, you’d make them thing they were safe and then just appear. A lot of people thought your too was the end of the attraction … it was not.

“No! I don’t want to go first,” you heard someone say, a whine in their tone, clearly scared. “Fine, fine I will. Jesus christ Red this was your idea and now you’re freaking,” another spoke.

The curtains were pushed back, a figure entered the room, turning to face the rest of his group, “Oh I think it’s over,” he said, shrugging. Sneaking closer to him, you smiled, cocky fucker.

More and more people entered the room, around ten in total. A big scare - a challenge you absolutely loved. Following after the first boy, he chatted away, “It wasn’t even that scary, you’d think they’d have one huge scare at the en-“

Leaping out with a screech, the bodies flew, everyone letting out a shriek, especially the first boy. Shouting, and losing his footing, ending up on his ass.

He went down with a thump, hand coming to rest against his head, “Holy shit, that was- oh my god my heart,” he laughed, smile appearing on his face.

You had to stay in character, keeping the scene, but you couldn’t help being concerned for the way he winced as he touched a particular part of his head.

Snarling and snapping at the group, bare and bloody teeth on show, another boy with dark hair helped the curly haired one up off the floor. The younger girls squealed and laughed, the two older ones linking fingers, squeezing tightly.

Making their way to the final room, you heard screams and shouts, another group was coming your way. Your eyes remained on the boy until he was out of your sight.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The night had been a great one, full of people coming to enjoy the spooky festivities. It was time for you to go home and rest now, which you were thankful for, your throat sore from the work.

Your face was clean of makeup, attire now normal and comfy, you headed to your car, bag full of special effects makeup slung over your shoulder.

You made it to the car quickly, wearing through the few remaining guest, none of them paying much attention to you now. You had to admit you were thankful for it now.

Something caught your eye, or rather someone. It was the boy from earlier, the one who bumped his head. Quickly shoving your bag and costume in your car you jogged over.

He was stood by an old van, it look rickety and kinda creepy. It was actually pretty cool and suited him in a strange way.

“Excuse me,” you called out to him, as he looked up you smiled, “Hey.”

“Uh hi, what can I do for you?” he asked, his head tilting to the side slightly, it reminded you of a puppy.

“This might sound strange, but I wanted to check if you were alright,” you chuckled, playing with your fingers, now realising how weird this situation was. “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“I play Binx, you know the clown, I gave you quite the fright earlier and you bumped your head. I just wanted to make sure you were all good.”

“No way! Oh man you’re so cool. Sorry I didn’t recognise you,” he said sincerely. Shaking your head, you shrugged, “It’s fine, I look different out of character, Binx is pretty scary and I’m well-“

“Very pretty,” he spoke softly, taking in the features of your face, but his expression soon became panicked, “Shit sorry. That was weird.”

“No no, it’s okay. You’re very pretty too uh ..”

“Eddie,” he finished, “could I get your name or would you prefer Binx?” he joked.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, I think it’s only fair that due to you and Binx scaring me so much you make it up to me,” he grinned. Matching his smile, you questioned, “And how can I do that?”

“Go on a date with me.”

“A date?”

“Mhm, somewhere that I’m not going to become concussed preferably.”

“We can do that, I’ll need your number though.”

“Oh yeah sure,” he moved quickly, opening the door of what must of been his van. He pulled out a marker and an old takeout menu.

Handing it to you, you couldn’t help smiling at the messy scribbles. “I’ll call you then.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Have a good night Eddie.”

“You too Y/N.”

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[nicksbestie]

haiii can i be 🐛 anon? also mayhapsss a johnnie x reader where they meet thru mutual friend jake and instantly like each other but are too nervous to ask the other out? and like they act all awkward around each other until eventually jake basically does the work for them 😭 totally chill if not tho!

Nerves - Johnnie Guilbert

Summary : You're anxious about meeting your best friend's new roommate, but you hit it off better than you think you will.

Pairing : Johnnie Guilbert/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety

Word Count : 1378

A/N : The ending was kinda rushed because I was writing it before school, I hope you still love!!! (and obviously the number I put at the bottom is fake, please do not go harass whatever poor soul has that phone number!)

You and Jake had been best friends for a long time, coming up on a decade now. You had grown up in the same part of town, and being the only alternative kids for a hundred miles, it was no secret that you were immediately drawn to each other as a choice in friends. Your friendship had persisted when the two of you had begun careers in social media, specifically YouTube for Jake, and TikTok for you, knowing that there had to be something better out there for you than just living in Kansas all of your life. You had run into an extremely incredible amount of luck, allowing the both of you to become incredibly successful, and moving out to LosAngeles to pursue your careers even further. 

You used to be roommates, but in some cases, best friends weren’t the best roommates, and this was one of those times. Your personalities meshed together perfectly when you were hanging out, talking, and spending time with each other, but when it came to living together, they clashed heavily and you just didn’t get along. Neither of you held any hard feelings, and you moved out, finding a new roommate, which ended up being Jake’s now ex-girlfriend, Tara. You two were best friends, and loved living together, and Jake had found a new roommate recently, another YouTuber named Johnnie. You were supposed to be meeting him for the first time today, and you couldn’t deny that there were definitely some nerves there. 

You didn’t always make the best impression, because despite your on camera appearance and bold personality, you were very introverted off camera. You weren’t necessarily the quiet kid, but you weren’t someone who went out of their way to meet new people. But, Johnnie was clearly a very important person in Jake’s life automatically, so you wanted to get to know him and hopefully enjoy his company as much as you enjoyed Jake’s. Tara had already met him, and said that his personality was similar to yours, very energetic on camera but very laid back off of it, and you were happy to hear that because it meant that if push came to shove, you could sit in quiet, comfortable silence until you and Tara were ready to head home, depending on how late the night lasted. 

Tara was coming with you for moral support, and the fact that Jake had invited her over. You really respected their relationship, knowing that not very many people could still be best friends after a breakup, especially with such a long relationship, but they seemed to not want to let go of the other, refusing to be anything less than friends because they had been friends first, and the fact that they had fallen in and out of love with each other was not going to change that if they had any say in it. You were getting ready to leave the house, Tara finishing her makeup, you finishing your hair, and Tara was going to drive because you really just didn’t want to, and she was happy to. 

Getting in the car after putting finishing touches on everything, (you’re nothing short of a perfectionist), Tara was talking away about how much fun the two of them are, and how they’re clearly really good friends, and that you were going to get along great with the both of them. Her comfort and reassurance really did help your nerves, and you were glad that you had someone to go with just in case your anxiety did get the best of you, as it did sometimes. Meeting new people always caused it to go nearly haywire because of the fact that there is a ton of pressure on making a good first impression, and as a perfectionist, you hate messing things up, full stop. So, having someone there to help you should anything go wrong was amazing, and you were so grateful to have such a good friend in Tara. 

Pulling up to Jake’s, and now Johnnie’s, home, you immediately got out with Tara, and she just walked in like she owned the place. In a certain sort of way, you guessed that she kind of did. She did use to spend nearly all her time here, so she may as well have co owned it right along with Jake. She still had a key, Jake hadn’t wanted it back, so here she was again, going straight to the fridge and announcing her entrance by cracking open a random can of some drink, probably alcoholic, knowing that Jake often threw parties at his place. They were some impressive parties, and you respected his ability to go that all out with that many people there. Tara did the same, but you always left the house on nights she did that. 

You noticed a person sitting on the couch, looking up as Tara walked in, and it definitely wasn’t Jake, so you assumed that this person was Johnnie. You couldn’t deny the immediate attraction that you felt towards him, as you had always had a thing for the alternative scene style. The multiple piercings on his face just added to the pull you’d felt for him, as you had quite a few yourself. You couldn’t stop your thoughts from wandering about how his lip piercings would feel against yours, what it would be like to trace his tattoos with your fingers while laying next to him, and you needed to shake yourself out of those thoughts before you turned red and embarrassed yourself. When you did just that, it took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Jake’s roommate, Johnnie, as you probably already guessed.” 

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you introduced yourself with a smile on your face, turning back to walk over to where Tara was sitting at the bar. You gave her an incredulous look, one that she had seen so often. It was your “what the fuck” look. She had a defensive look on her face, not sure what you were about to say. 

“You didn’t tell me his roommate was hot.” 

Tara now returned her own incredulous look, glancing over at Johnnie before returning her eyes to you.

“Him? I mean, he’s cute, but he’s not really my type. I knew he was yours though, thought it might help you loosen up a bit or whatever if there was some level of attraction.” 

You could strangle Tara right now, but you knew that maybe it would work out for the better. It was shortly after that that Jake walked into the room, hugging you both, and asking if you’d introduced yourself to Johnnie. You said that you had, to which Jake gave a playful eyebrow wiggle and a short comment about “he’s hot, no?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring your best friend and grabbing some chips out of the bag that he had laid out on the counter. He tried to reach for it, and you snatched it out of the way of his hand, angling it to where Tara could grab some out of it. He of course exaggerated his reaction to this, throwing a hand over his heart and feigning offense. 

“I’m being ganged up on! Johnnie, help me, two on two?” 

His friend cracked a smile but shook his head staying on the couch. 

“No way. I’m not getting involved in this, you never pick fights against Tara, let alone her friends too.” 

You tossed the chip bag over to Johnnie, smiling at his support of you and Tara against Jake. The rest of the night went perfectly, and you and Johnnie really hit it off. As much as you hated to admit it, Tara had been right, and you ended up enjoying yourself. And after a little bit of encouragement from Jake, which basically meant that he yelled at you and Johnnie to kiss and go get a room, pushing you towards each other, you woke up the next morning to see a text from a new number that you hadn’t saved in your phone yet. 

+1 (978) - 495 - 6506 : Last night was fun. I really like you, are you free for lunch today?

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[doitforbangchan]

Honeyy, requests still open? Can i ask for jealous reader believe a fake rumor about hyunjin romantically going out with another idol who is about to work with, so reader becames the last romantic and appears on his door late at night, to fight for his love since he's her man who isn't her man, but still is her man ❤ (pls, let the girl win his heart and the D too 🤧)

Requests are indeed open bestie!!

I hope you like this and it's what you were looking for!!

Never want to wake up - Hyunjin

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader (afab!)

Warnings: Fem! reader, Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, angst, pet names, slut used negatively, friends to lovers. Not proof read :)

WC: 2.4k

MDNI 18+

Your body was frozen, the news headline staring right back at you from your phone. 

‘STRAYKIDS’ HYUNJIN RUMORED TO BE DATING ITZY'S YEJI’

This can’t really be true, can it? Hyunjin was your best friend, and had been for years before he was ever an idol. Surely he would have told you about this? 

Then again, he has been reeaaallllyy busy lately. Too busy to even answer your calls. That would certainly explain why he’s suddenly dropped off the face of the earth from you. 

It all made sense now. Still re-reading the article you could not stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Truth is, you’ve been in love with him for years. He is the only guy you’ve ever really loved. None of the other guys could even hold a candle to him. That's also the reason none of those relationships ever worked out, they weren’t him. They never treated you as well, never were there for you when you cried, never took care of you like he had. 

It’s not like you could really blame Hyunjin for going for a girl like Yeji. She was incredibly gorgeous. And you were…. Just you. As you always had been 

“Fuck this.” You hissed clutching your phone, closing the article. You couldn’t just sit here in your pity, missing him like you had been for weeks. Time to take your mind off it. Maybe by being under someone else. 

Your back met the wall of the grimy club, the guy in front of you attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, his hands roaming your ass. He was cute enough. Not Hyunjin cute but really no man will ever be. It’s that thought that keeps you hesitant to reciprocate, even though it was you who flirted with him first and initiated this interaction. The man, San, had his hands wandering under the hem of your short dress, clutching your rear and forcing himself into you. 

This was quickly becoming too much; the hands on you, his mouth on your body, the smell of this guy. He wasn’t Hyunjin. 

You put your hands on his chest, trying to lightly push him away from you.

“San, stop” You mumbled, now becoming more forceful when he doesn't move from you.

“Hmm?” His mouth was still on your neck. 

“I-I’m sorry but I..I can’t do this.” You manage to get out. He pulls back from you to peer over you, disgust now filling his eyes. 

He scoffs, “Oh I see what your little game is. You’re a fucking tease. Acting like a slut then running away at the last second. Well not with me.” He turns and walks back to the bar not sparing you another glance. 

Feeling your shoulders drop at his words to you, the reality of what you had done was setting in. 

‘What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I become this person?’ The answer was clear. 

Hyunjin was what was wrong. 

Your mind was running a million miles an hour, and before you could stop yourself you collected yourself and ran out the exit. You had to see him. Had to speak with him. 

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Hyunjin woke with a start, the pounding at his front door seeming to never end. He blearily looked at the time on his alarm clock. Who is trying to come over at 1 am? 

Heaving himself out of bed and to the front door, he was ready to chew out whoever was disturbing his sleep, until he opened the door and saw you standing there. In the skimpiest dress he had ever seen you wear, makeup messed up and arms wrapped around your body. 

“Y/n?” He asked, confused.

“Uh hey Hyun.” You could see he was clearly fast asleep when you disturbed him. “I really didn't mean to wake you. I’m sorry I’m just being stupid, I’ll go. Sorry again.” You turned to leave, humiliated now, when he reached for you by your arm to stop you. 

“No, what's wrong? Are you ok? Did you just come from the club?” He really had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that you looked like you needed help. He would always help you. 

Your shoulders were shaking, the nerves coming back at you full force now that you were here in front of him. You took a deep breath before beginning, “I just…. I was out at that shitty club downtown, and there was this guy…” 

Hyunjin held his breath waiting for your next words. Did he hurt you? Take advantage of you? Hyunjin would kill anyone who would do that to you. 

“A-and the thing is.. He wasn’t you, Hyunjin. I tried so hard to forget about you and Yeji but your face was all I could see when he was kissing me.”

He tried to interrupt you “Y/n I-” 

“No! Let me finish! It’s taking all I have to even get this far so please let me finish.” He nodded at you to continue. 

“I know I could never hold a candle to her. Yeji is beautiful. And talented. And everything a man could want. You guys really do make a handsome couple. But that doesn’t mean it’s not killing me inside, to see you together. The truth is. I’m in love with you Hyunjin. I have been for literal years. For me it’s always been you. I know you don’t feel the same I just had to tell yo-” 

Hyunjin cut you off, crashing his lips into yours and cradling the back of your head. Before you could even register what happened, he pulled back from you, his breath fanning over your lips. 

“I love you too, Y/n.” And he brought you in for another kiss. This time you reciprocated it. He could taste no alcohol in your mouth so knew you were sober.

This definitely wasn’t how you saw this interaction going. You thought for sure he’d tell you to leave, to never come near him or his girlfriend again. Oh shit, Yeji! 

Finding his chest with your hands you shoved him off slightly. “Hyunjin, you can't. What about Yeji? I’m not a homewrecker!” 

He laughed at your statement. “You’re right, in order for you to be a homewrecker there has to be one for you to wreck. There’s nothing going on between Yeji and I.” 

Huh? “But I saw the article, the picture of you both together. I thought…” 

He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We’re working on a performance together. We are dance partners, that's all, sweet girl.” 

Dance partners. That’s all. You felt so stupid. You brought your hands to your face, trying to cover your humility. He grabbed your hands, prying them from you, “Hey look at me. It’s okay I promise. I know I’ve kinda been unreachable lately. I have so much to prepare for, I really haven't had any time on my phone. I should have reached out though to at least let you know what was going on. I am so sorry for keeping you in the dark. I never meant to do that to you.” He held your face with both of his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I’m in love with you.” That was all you needed. Launching yourself at him, mouths colliding. The kiss was everything you ever wanted. You could practically feel his love in that kiss. 

“Come on,” He mumbled to you, “let's get inside before my neighbors see what I’m about to do to you.” He hauled you into his home, mouth hands never leaving you. 

You felt a tingle at his words, and let out a little moan. The noise certainly didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin, “Unless you want them to see you a mess for me? I always knew you were dirty.” He teased you.

Shaking your head no, “Uh uh. Want you to take me to your bed.” 

He closed the door behind you and led you into his room. 

“There's my little romantic. You really are perfect for me.” You melted at his words. 

Hyunjin flicked on the low lights in his bedroom, there was no way he would let your first time together be in the dark. He wanted to see all of you. 

He pressed your mouths together again, standing at the end of his bed. He let his hands fall to your waist, then to your exposed thighs, rubbing small comforting circles. 

“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me now. I don’t think I could let you go once I have you.” He whispered, giving you breathing room. 

You circled your arms around his shoulders, mouth finding his ear. “I want this more than you know. Want you so bad, Jinnie.” 

He groaned at your words, moving to slowly remove the dress from your body. He wanted to savor every moment. 

You let him pull the garment over your head and throw it to the side. You saw the exact moment he realized you weren't wearing a bra, this particular dress not needing one. His eyes widened, giving you a cheeky smirk as he pushed you onto his bed back first. He crawled over you slowly, mouth trailing kisses up your body until his mouth rejoined yours. Hyunjin let his hands find the soft skin of your breasts, fingers circling and pulling at your nipples, causing your hips to buck and grind on his growing erection. 

“Jinnie” He seriously could listen to your whines all day, “ Please Jinnie. Need you.” 

You reached your hands down to the waistband of his pj pants, sticking one inside the garment to grasp him. He let out a gasp at the contact, giving you a slight grind into your hand. His dick was so soft. 

One of his own hands traveled down your body, finding your panties and tugging them off your body, letting his fingers find your clit. When he made contact with you you arched further into him, whimpers falling freely. 

He cooed at you, “So wet sweet girl. Who made you this wet, huh?” Continuing to give you light fluttering touches, sweeping his fingers up and down your pussy. 

“You. You Jinnie always you.” Your words made his eyes roll back into this head. Your hand stroked over him, the movement from your grasp remaining consistent. You felt one of his long fingers run over your opening, before he inserted it into you, drawing a long moan form your mouth. 

“Fuck, so tight around my finger, Baby. I wonder what you’ll feel like around my cock.” He gave you shallow thrusts with his pointer finger, adding his middle finger to join the one that was stuffed in you. Your hips were bucking, the grip on his dick tightened and he hissed. “Easy sweet girl, you gotta be gentle with it.” 

“M’ sorry Jinnie. Just need you so bad. Need you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with glassy doe eyes. Fuck me eyes. 

“Ok baby. Ok.” He removed his fingers from your hole, and brought the fingers up to his mouth giving them a lick. Your taste alone could have had him busting in his pants. “But I wont fuck you. Not tonight. Tonight I am going to make love to you.” 

You wanted to cry at his words. You removed your hand from his member, and helped him push the fabric down his thighs revealing his cock in all its glory. And it was glorious indeed. Long and pale, head red and leaking ready to take you. He reached over to his bedside table to pull out a condom but you stopped him. “I have an IUD and I'm clean. Just wanna feel you raw.” 

Fuck you were perfect. 

Hyunjin positioned himself above your entrance, giving himself a light squeeze before he lowered his tip into you, breaching your walls. 

The sound you let out was straight pornographic. Never in your entire life had you ever been filled so deliciously. Hyunhin was feeling the same way, your body taking him completely in one thrust. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy was made to take me.” He let in a grunt of pleasure. 

You nodded dumbly, “Uh huh. Please move, Jinnie. Please pleaaassseee” Arms once again around his shoulders. 

He mouths at the skin on your neck and gives you another thrust. You were impatient though and brought your hips up to meet his, craving the friction. 

Sensing your impatience, he throws one of your legs over his hips and begins to drive into you. 

If he thought you were loud before he had no idea. He was sure he would have an angry note on his door by the morning. It was all worth it, though, to see your pleasure. To be the one to give you that pleasure. 

He could hear the sound of your wetness with each thrust, giving him another sign you were enjoying it. 

Your nails were running down his back, leaving red marks in their wake but neither of you cared. The feeling of him was too good. You knew you weren't going to last long. You had wanted this for literal years. 

“Jin. I'm gonna cum.” You warned him. His fingers returned to your clit and rubbed tight, quick circles over it, trying to help you get there. 

“Cum for me, my love.” That sent you over the edge, a sob leaving your mouth at his words. He held you close to him as your body shook with your orgasm, whispering about how much he loved you and how lucky he was that you were his now. His thrusts didn't slow even as he himself reached his high, filling you to the brim with his sticky essence. His moans of pleasure almost made you cum again, it was the sweetest sound you had ever heard. 

Only when he heard your soft whimpers of overstimulation did he stop, giving you a sloppy kiss before pulling out. He watched his cum leak out of you, feeling another wave of ecstasy course through him at the sight. 

He curled you into him as he laid next to you, rubbing up and down your stomach sensually. 

“I really love you y/n. I’m so happy you feel the same way.” He dropped a kiss to your head. 

“I love you Hyun. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. This feels like a dream.” Your voice was raspy from your previous moaning. 

Hyunjin chuckled at your words. 

“If this is a dream then I never want to wake up.” 

[jkslipppiercing]

Bumblebee 05 | jjk

• summary: Jeon Jungkook was your high school bully. What are you gonna do when your parents are forcing you to marry him as the country's most well-known CEO?

• pairing: ceo!jk x reader, high school bully!jk, biker!jk, cocky!jk, protective!jk.

• genre: enemies to lovers, high school bully to lover, arranged marriage, CEO/billionare romance, biker jungkook.

• warnings: cursing (ofc lol), kissing, making out with tongue, mentions of making jungkook jealous and provoking him, jungkook punches someone, mentions of blood (like one paragraph) exhibitionism!!! might make you uncomfortable but they makeout (in detail) in front of like 10 people!!

• WC: 3.5k.

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You hear the front door unlock with a soft click.

A feeling of excitement surges through your veins, accompanied by anxiety- and maybe a bit of anticipation, too.

You have tonight all planned out in your head, but you might've overthought it. You spent quite alot of time reflecting, and thus feeling uneasy. Call it petty, but you're getting that smug bastard back for what he did to you.

You're not going to take it too far, just enough to tease him...maybe even provoke the hell out of him as well.

He's all bark. No bite.

Will that change tonight?

To be crystal clear, you overreacted today, you admit it. You were still recovering from the aftershocks of realizing what Jungkook had done, and with it being a touchy subject, you exploded at the slight mention of it. It was a fucked up move, especially since you wanted to listen to him. You wanted to hear him out- to help.

Knowing that, you want this night to be over before it even started because frankly, you dont want to be fake with him. You dont want to plaster on a smile and pretend like you're not going through a million other emotions at once.

You want to talk to Jungkook, properly, because this- whatever it is that's going on between the both of you- isn't okay.

Provoking his jealousy wouldn't do that much harm, though, would it?

Just a little bit of fun and the night's over...right?

"Y/N?" His voice travels through the walls of the foyer to your ears in the bedroom, announcing his arrival and breaking you out of your trance.

You add the last touches of your makeup and touch up your hair, making sure that the pair of heels you have on are in place right after.

You chose to stay in the mini-dress you had on earlier today, deciding it to be the best fit for tonight.

You emerge from your bedroom, purse in hand, fully ready. Only to find Jungkook leaning on the back of the couch in the livingroom, facing you.

His tie is half undone, his hair a mess. He looks disheveled, even more tiredness adorning his features from your earlier encounter.

He straightens when he sees you, the same hunger evident in his eyes, as always.

"Hey." You stand in front of him now, him towering over you despite your best efforts of appearing taller by wearing stilleto heels.

"Hi." The raspy acknowledgement emits as a mere whisper into the tension between you, causing you to suck in a breath.

You recall the earlier argument. You were immature, that much can be said. You let the insecurities get the best of you, and your fight or flight kicked in.

You got defensive when you should've heard him out, you know that. Sometimes the things said- or done- in a moment of anger shouldnt be taken accountable.

But purely because you want to show Jungkook what he's missing out on, he's going to be put through hell tonight.

He clears his throat, causing you to awkwardly cough and look away, "Gonna change." He heads for the bedroom. You hum in acknowledgement and leave him be, already plotting the twisted plans you have for tonight.

Boy, is it gonna be a fun night.

●●●

Jungkook wore a simple black button up shirt with black pants.

You know what a man dressed in all black with piercings and tattoos does to a woman; you're experiencing the rage of hormones right now. He looks so damn good that you want to do unspeakable things to him...not that he'd ever know that.

Your ogling pauses and is overcome by confusion when Jungkook turns and heads to the garage.

Usually, his black Mercedes would be waiting for you at the entrance/gates, and Jungkook would drive to wherever destination you had planned. He said it himself; there's no need for Mr. Cha to escort you when he's with you- it would be uncharacteristic of him as a future husband not to accompany you.

You found that sweet, settling on it being a cute gesture he tended to do often. He'd be coincidentally at home when you'd be planning to go somewhere, and he'd offer to accompany you- heavily insisting- and you'd accept. In addition to the comfort his car- or his presence- brings you, you find his driving quite sexy. As anyone else would. One hand on the wheel with the other of the gear shift, manspreading as he handles the car with an epitome of expertise-

enough.

You push all thoughts of the fantasy out of your head and quietly follow Jungkook as he pushes the garage door open.

Your eyes pop out of their sockets at the sight.

You almost salivate at the black Harley parked perfectly in the center of the garage. The lights kiss it in all the right areas, making the polish gleam beneath the spotlight.

Jungkook pays no mind to your slackened jaw, advancing toward the motorbike nonchalantly.

He swings a leg over as he straddles it, his trousers stretching in precise places that highlight his thighs, which practically beg you to ogle them. His shirt sleeves are pulled up to his elbows, his watch glinting and his forearms flexing as he places his hand on the ignition switch and powers it on, bringing the bike to life. You hate how your body responds to his movements, and you don't have much to say except;

You've never seen a sluttier sight.

It's like Jungkook wants the attention you're giving him, slightly smirking before covering it up with a stoic expression.

The sight has you weak at the knees while butterflies flutter to life in your stomach. Holy shit.

Jungkook puts a black helmet on before he opens its tinted visor to level you with a cold stare.

He raises a brow before he questions, "You done salivating?"

His cold tone stings, but you understand. He wants to get this over with.

"Never pegged you as a motorcycle type of guy." You avoid the dig with this answer instead, walking towards him. "Only known me for a month and a half," he pauses.

Well, yeah...but a month is a lot of time. Enough time to know a person on a certain level- especially if you're living with them.

You don't know everything about Jungkook- at least not the major things- but you know the habits he has.

How he slips out of bed so early in the morning to sneak into the basement.

How he uses the same fabric freshener for all of his clothes- which he still refuses to get rid of.

How he never left without making you breakfast with a note, letting you know if he's going to be late or early.

All of these habits entitle you to a type of bond with Jungkook, and that alone makes your heart swell.

"So? A month is a lot of time." You voice out your thoughts.

"There are plenty of things you don't know about me, Y/N." The depth of emotion in his voice sends an electric chill down your spine. A tinge of seriousness is present in there too, but what on earth does he mean by that? What can you possibly say to that?

"Oh-" Jungkook gets off the bike abruptly, catching you off guard. "I almost forgot," He rummages through the garage before pulling out a helmet, and handing it to you.

"Put this on." He orders, crossing his arms.

You comply, with no intent of arguing. You look at Jungkook with wide eyes when you've grown extremely confused with how to secure the object on your head.

He lets out a breathy chuckle as he leans down to assist you, focusing on the tast at hand. "Adorable."

Just above a whisper.

He holds eye contact with you, both of your eyes holding each other through the open visors.

Fuck.

Your face is getting hot.

You ignore the comment and hop on the bike instead, holding onto either edge of it for support.

You sit there for a couple of minutes, waiting for Jungkook to exit the garage, and start the ride to the club.

He catches you off-guard again when he snorts, though, before he quickly composes himself. He clears his throat before he adds, "You're gonna have to hold on to something other than the bike, you know."

There's an edge of amusement to his voice, which makes you frown. What's that supposed to mean?

"What something else am i supposed to hold onto, then?" There's only one answer to that, and you dread knowing what it is.

Instead of replying to you, Jungkook takes his hands off of the clutch, only to reach behind him. He grabs ahold of your hands, planting them on his shoulders. He holds your hands in his for a second, and you feel your skin burn at the touch. The graze of his skin against yours sets flames alight, with no intention to extinguish them.

Your hands stay there. You dont find it necessary to complain about it, considering it feels quite nice at the sense of safety. You have to have some sort of stability when riding such a vehicle, and it's logical enough to refer to the one actually driving it to do so.

That being said, Jungkook’s hands unglue from yours to grab onto the clutch again as he revvs it. He groans in satisfaction at the rumble of the engine, which you find quite attractive. The vibration travels from his chest aiming to your core, as you grow wetter by the second. You never knew you'd be so turned on by the sight of Jungkook on a Harley, for fuck's sake- you're in no way complaining, though.

Soon after, You and Jungkook are out of the garage and on your way to the club.

Somewhere along the ride, your hands are glued to Jungkook's shoulders as he rides the bike effortlessly through dimly lit streets.

A whiff of air sends ripples of shivers through your body as goosebumps lightly kiss your skin.

You thought you were taking the car, so you didn't care to bring a jacket.

With the only source of heat being Jungkook, your hands slither down his body, resting on his middle. You wrap them around his tiny waist, relishing the warmth as you lean your body against his. You rub your palms against his abs, feeling them flex under your touch.

He doesn't complain, letting you seek out the desired comfort. He lets out a barely audible hum of satisfaction.

"Hmm." You purr appreciatively. "This feels nice."

A deep hum erupts from him, sending vibration through your body and setting it on fire more than it already is. "It does." Is all he says before the whirr of the bike's engine overpowers the throbbing sound of your heart beating in your ears.

it's freeing to be like this. a feeling of utmost satisfaction as your hair thrashes in all the different directions the wind guides it in. the street lights buzz by in a frenzy of brightness. jungkook's scent wafts through your nostrils and you take it in appreciatively. you bask in the comfort it brings you, at the same time setting you alight.

your hands are still around his waist, your head laying on his back as you both continue the ride with comfortable silence.

●●●

"Isn't this club like, super popular?" Your confusion sinks you deeper when jungkook answers with an approving hum.

"It is." He rasps.

You hold the helmet that was previously on your head in your arms, hugging it with a deep frown adorning your brows.

You glance behind Jungkook's shoulder, to where the paparazzi are sitting on the ground in front of the club's entrance, oblivious to where you and Jungkook stand in a quiet alley just around the corner.

"Don't you want them to see us?" You whisper-shout at him, all the more confused when he says;

"I do." As he fiddles with the bike. He reaches a hand out to you, silently asking for the helmet you have cradled in your arms, focus set on the bike he's straddling and not looking at you.

You obey, giving it to him then crossing your arms in question.

"Jungkook." Your tone warns the man before you, finally getting him to look up.

The sight knocks the breath right out of your lungs.

He straddles the bike as you awkwardly stand beside it, running a hand through his hair. The fluffiness longs for your hands, almost begging them to comb through it.

His hair softly blows in the wind. He rests his hand on his knee, planting the other on the hand clutch. He looks into your eyes so deeply, snatching your heart away and keeping it captive.

"Yes, love?"

What was that?

Was it the sound of your knees?

Fuck.

Y/N!

Your knees weaken, your breath shallows, and the tiniest little thread you were hanging on to your sanity by almost snaps.

"U-um." You never stutter.

Double fuck.

Your attempt at speaking turns out choked, which pulls out a breathy chuckle from Jungkook. He's so out of this world, he sometimes makes you want to just run away with him.

Make the world disappear, so only you and him remain.

That could never happen though. you're both still idiots in denial, even if you refuse to accept it.

Whatever is happening between the both of you, it has to end. It has to end, and you're going to make sure of it tonight.

The alley you're standing in is so narrow, just the right space. Wide enough to fit Jungkook's bike, but narrow enough to almost feel like it's too tight to breathe.

Maybe that's just you though, considering what the human manspreading and leaning back in front of you is doing.

He knows.

You know, he knows.

"Why not just walk through the entrance like normal human beings?" You ask a bit too fast, which makes your cheeks pink.

get a motherfucking grip, dumbass.

Jungkook looks hesitant for a second, which makes you pause.

You give him time, letting him speak.

"So- i- uh-" no way. He did not just rub his neck. His cheeks are not pink.

Oh, yes, he did.

He's nervous.

Never thought you'd see the day when the cocky bastard isn't so cocky anymore.

You snicker, and Jungkook's eyes darken when you do.

"Are you nervous?" You avert your eyes when the intensity of his stare increases, doing the best at what you always do; avoidance.

"I always come here."

"So? I don't understand why we're standing literally around the corner-"

"-with other girls." Oh.

Oh.

Oh, i see.

"The reason why we're standing here is because i have to think of another way to convince the dipshits that you're actually my future fiancèe, and not just a groupie." He explains...reluctantly, he goes on. "We have to show them, but I still haven't figured out how."

You stand still.

Jungkook swears that he can see the shutters close shut behind your eyes.

You see a flash of something- guilt, maybe even remorse- before he quickly covers it up and looks away.

"Oh." Is all you can muster as you stare at the wall behind him.

"Yeah..." He rubs his neck, something he often does when he's uncomfortable, before he climbs off the bike and stands in front of you.

You don't look hurt. You're not hurt. You just shut off.

Something you often tend to do when thoughts get too overwhelming.

"We have to think of a way to-"

Ding!

Your phone signals a notification as the sound pierces through the tense air.

"What was that?" You hear footsteps approaching you, and your heartbeat increases.

"Oh no-" Your eyes widen.

You almost panic before Jungkook places both hands on your waist and backs you up against the wall.

He has you pinned and caged between it and his body, his lips inches away from yours.

His hands leave your sides and join the wall, where he rests his forearms on either side of your head. His eyes bore into yours, unspoken words overflowing between the tight space of your bodies, meanings forever left to stay indescipherable.

The footsteps approach, only a few feet away-

"Trust me." His lips crash into yours hurriedly.

The footsteps halt.

You freeze, before you melt into the warm softness of his lips.

The press of his lips sucks you into his body, leaving you craving for more.

His against yours was a feeling you never knew you were so thirsty for, but now that you got a taste, you never want to stop.

Click.

Your hands find way to Jungkook's hair as they entangle in it, seeking relief.

For what? You will never know.

But you tug on the strands like your life depends on it, which earns you a desperate groan from the man pressing against you.

Another click.

Jungkook licks at your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you grant without missing a beat. His tongue invades your mouth like a mad man seeking salvation, engulfing your mouth in his and making your head spin.

Your back arches into him when his knee presses into your center, sending jolts of electricity at the friction.

Third click.

A subtle scream roars at you in the back of your head, begging you to open your eyes and snap out of it.

You tune it out, paying no mind as Jungkook skillfully plays with your mouth, sucking here then nibbling there, eliciting a whimper loud enough for only him to hear.

He pulls away- very reluctantly it's almost comical to witness- looking at you in such a way that makes your heart twist in all the right places. It almost hurts, begging for relief as if Jungkook's lips were the solution to your every problem.

His eyes bore into your soul, and as you bask in the way his eyes worship you like a goddess sent from above, a sound erupts.

"Ahem." Someone clears their throat awkwardly, and you turn your head to look in the direction-

oh my god.

At least ten men with their cameras blocking their face stare at you and Jungkook, and you're suddenly self-aware of the position you're in.

Jungkook is still caging your body with his, where he was earlier kissing the living hell out of you, with a crowd watching.

He pulls away awkwardly, stepping aside and replacing the warmth of his body with gaping distance.

Not even a minute passes, and instantaneously, dozens of camera flashes blind you as the paparazzi corner you.

They pay no mind to Jungkook, wanting a piece of the new gossip that's gonna get them thousands of dollars before it's even revealed.

"Who are you?"

"What do you do?"

"Why are you here with THE Jeon Jungkook?"

"How do you know Jungkook?"

And a million other questions are thrown at you at once.

You're still in an alley that fits no more than a maximum of ten people, so when a particular paparazzo gets too close and knocks into your side, you trip on your heels and bump a bit too harshly into a hard surface.

Jungkook holds you firmly, frowning down at you, appearing dissatisfied at the commotion.

They're all shoving each other to get to you, and pinpricks of anxiety ambush your body. You're air hungry, close to hyperventilating, but you're not making any effort because it's too hard to.

You hear a low growl from Jungkook, a deadly warning, before he leaves your side, aiming for the paparazzo that got too close and aggressive.

You watch in awe as Jungkook balls his hand up in a fist and connects it with the man's face.

In a matter of two seconds, the man is on the floor, clutching his nose for dear life as his blood oozes everywhere, while Jungkook stands to the side, betraying no emotion.

The other paparazzi disperse and give you some space when the injured man wails in pain on the ground.

The realization of what may happen to them washes over their features, so they lower their cameras and give you the oxygen you were dying for.

A low grumble of disapproval comes into earshot as you look at Jungkook, to find him flexing his hand in an open-close movement. He doesn't spare it a glance, showing no sign of pain at the reddened knuckles.

His eyes flicker to you, "You okay, love?" His eyes soften in the most admirable way before scanning over the pained man on the ground, only to turn into the coldest you've ever seen. He speaks to him in disappointment.

"I let you off on a broken nose this time," Jungkook's voice arises in a deadly threat, calm yet angry, as he continues, "But hurt my fiancèe again," a sadistic grin lights up his face, but darkening in all the frightening ways. His eyes skim over all of the men- paparazzi- present, "Take it as an oath i vow to fulfill to all of you; i will make every single one of your lives a bloody hell."

The men cower at Jungkook's statement, knowing well he can make it happen.

Jungkook curtly leans down to offer his hand, "My love," you take it. His hand encircles your waist, "I believe we came here for a reason."

The men make way for you and him.

Short moments later, you arrive to the entrance of the club, entering a set of double doors before an enormous bouncer greets you at the actual entrance. Music sounds from behind the doors in a muffled noise, and suddenly, you're nervous.

You're not sure how Jungkook is going to react to what you had planned tonight, but the only way to find out is actually going through with it.

You don't want to be the cause of a dead man.

Jungkook keeps his hand on the small of your back as the bouncer greets him and allows him into the club.

His reaction can't be that bad.

...it can't be.

Apologies, Mr. Jeon.

You hurt me, and it's about time i get my retribution.

tit for tat, right?

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[misstycloud]

Haii!! I've read your work before! And I absolutely adore all your fics < 3

If possible, may I request a yandere actor x background actor reader? (Like they have no speaking role, just their role is to stand there?) And somehow the reader caught the yandere's attention? XD

A/n: sup’ I’ve been gone a while. Sry for not being so active but here’s this.

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She didn’t do anything; nothing except standing there quietly in the background, melting into it like one tree among many in a forest. She was worth a penny compared to him- she didn’t even have any lines! So why were his eyes always drawn to her?

Perhaps it was because she didn’t try to cover his attention like all the others. It was offensive, really, how they thought he didn’t notice; they believed he couldn’t se through their over the top compliments and fake smiles.

But it was a small price to pay for such success. ‘You can’t have everything’, his father told him that. ‘You can either be rich, or you can be happy. There is no in between.’

(They were neither, but that hardly seems important)

He had to admit his father’s judgement to be correct.

“Shooting in ten!” Someone yelled.

There was no time for him to ponder over useless things, he was there to work, not to waste away inside the trailer. After having the makeup artist give him a touch-up, the tall man went over to the set(while reviewing the script inside his head one last time) in order to film the next scene.

“It’s all thanks to Gareth’s amazing, awesome, fantastic performance and quick thinking we’ve been able to stay on time of schedule - I really did think we were gonners’ after that last prop broke.” The employee guiltily admitted before his collueges. “But luckily-“ he swung his arm around Gareth’s shoulders “- our dear ‘X- city’s Top Actor’ was here to save us, and to that I propose a toast!”

Gareth held back a sneer. It didn’t matter how enticing it sounded like, he could not do it. Because if he did, then his perfect facade would be torn apart by these…people. That couldn’t happen. Ever. Too much sweat and blood has been shed for his position and there was no fucking way he would let anyone ruin that; that included himself.

Gareth wished for nothing more than to lock himself up inside his trailer and read in blissful silence, however that appeared to be near impossible. The team of employees had all joined forces to throw an ‘almost done’- party, where he was the star. Escaping was not possible.

With a sigh, he drank from his glass of wine. It was not the expensive kind he was now used to, but it would have to do. At least he managed to get some privacy at the party since most were currently drunk, throwing up in the bathroom or busy comverimg about-no doubt- stupid stuff. In a way, it was almost better this way. Despite what his line of work would say, he felt more comfortable when no one was looking at him- searching for faults and broken pieces.

“Enjoying the party?” A curious voice poked a hole in his bubble of isolation.

What surprised Gareth first was the owner of the voice, and secondly that it didn’t sound drunk at all. It was her, the extra from some of the scenes. The third surprise that grazed his mind was the thought:

‘She’s pretty.’

The actor was close to smacking himself in the face. What was he thinking so suddenly? He must’ve had too much to drink as well. Yes, that was surely it. But he found it hard to avoid the kind yet perceptive eyes.

“Ehem,” He cleared his throat, choosing to look straight ahead. “Of course, I enjoy it very much.”

It was but wishful thinking she’d accept his answer and move on.

“Really?”

She sounded genuinely confused now. Why did she sound like the surprised one? It was starting to get on Gareth’s nerves. Who did she think she was, coming here and questioning him?

“Should I not be?” It came off a little harsher than he’d imagined, but if she noticed she didn’t comment.

“Ah, that’s not what I meant, sorry.”

He sighed. She apologised which meant he must do it too if he didn’t want to come across as an asshole.

“No, it is I who have not been in the best mood tonight, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

She laughed in response, pulling some out-of-control hair away from her face. Strangely, a part of him wished she didn’t do that, it was cute and framed her face well. Gareth was always a man of perfection and he enjoyed it on others as well. He was a star, why would he waste time on someone who didn’t even take into consideration to be presentable in front of others. But it’s not like he could voice these opinions to the public, or he’ll be done for.

Maybe he’d still get jobs(celebrities often gets a pass for things), but it would definitely change the view on him.

“I just didn’t think you liked these kind of events- with all the booze and social pressure and fakeness, I mean.”

Gareth turned to her in slight awe, listening as she continued.

“You usually have a detached look in your eyes, like you’re not really there? I don’t know how to explain it, but I just assumed you didn’t like parties. Besides, - I might not be an A-list celebrity- but I can see how it must be hard for you too. People come flocking around you, hoping to gain your favour, and you don’t know who to trust. Who is truly there for you, and who is only there for something else?” The young woman breathed out a sigh of relief. “Sorry if I rambled by the way, it can happen sometimes.”

Gareth, still in awe, stood silently and stared at her. Honestly, what the fuck? How did she- a mere background actor- manage to see through and tear apart the strong wall he’d spent so many hours to perfect? He was an actor for god’s sake, it was his job to pretend, and someone saw the true him anyway. But he was sure he’d never let his face betray him. So, how……?

“Hey are you okay?”

Snapping out of it, the man dismissed any previous thought and focused on the matter at hand. “Yes, I am fine. Thank you.” It was then he recalled something important he forgot to ask. “What is your name? I didn’t ask earlier, how rude of me.”

She smiled back at him, pointing at herself as she said, “I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.” She proceeded to shake his hand politely. When their skin touched, all Gareth felt was the warmth that came with it.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too… (Y/n).”

It was after that night Gareth found himself seeking out (y/n) more. Though he’d tell himself that it was for job purposes and nothing else. He simply wanted to see that there was nothing bad going on and everything was running smoothly. It was a movie he started in, of course it had to be flawless; nothing short of perfect; absolutely splendid.

But whenever trouble arose or someone needed some sort of help, it made it easier for Gareth to sneak off and find his new friend. Were they friends? At least, that’s what he thought. He and (y/n) had shared many more conversations after that fateful party and she never wore a disgusted(maybe he’s exaggerating) expression when talking to him. So they have to be friends, right? It would be strange if they weren’t.

(Y/n) was, in fact, lovely. He’d had that suspicion about her since the beginning and it turned out to be accurate. She always asked how he felt that day, and it wasn’t in the superficial, polite way, she meant it. The thoughtfulness brought a new kind of ache to his chest. It hurt in some ways, yet he couldn’t get enough of it.

Other times she even came to him with a box of home cooked food. She said that he was free to throw it away if he didn’t like it and she wouldn’t hunt him down or anything. Gareth was stunned. Why would he wish to throw out the food she’s so carefully prepared for him? No way. He’d eat all of it. It didn’t matter if he liked it or not, he couldn’t dishonour her like that. It wasn’t polite. (He actually loved the food)

Gareth had at first felt goddy at the prospect that (y/n) willingly spent her free time to cook something for him. He must be special to her then; only that thought was later crushed. The actor was on his way outside to take a breather after a longer shoot, and in the corner of his eye he saw two of his colleagues sitting on a staircase. He paused. In their laps’ were plastic containers - lunch boxes- but that wasn’t what drew in his attention; they looked oddily familiar.

‘Wait a little…this is..?’

Oh, he definitively recognised the pink notes and the same-collection of stickers that attached it to the box. If he looked even closer, he was certain the handwriting would be familiar as well.

How could he be so stupid? Of course (y/n) made lunch for all her close colleagues, not just him. Why would she treat him any special? Yes, he was considered a star on the rise for more success, but he knew that hardly mattered to her. Although he tried convincing himself it hardly meant anything as long as he’s getting good meals and they’re still friends, it made things different. The meals weren’t the only thing he noticed afterwards. There were smiles, plenty of them, all wasted on pathetic nobodies. There were also the affection, the hugs, the hand holding. They were given to crew members feeling down and in need of comfort.

It was good that (y/n) cared about others; a quality many perceived as positive. However, Gareth himself could not see this as a good thing. Instead it left a sour taste in his mouth, just like the meal-donation.

Gareth grumbled over this for a long time and tried to figure out why he felt this way. It was stupid, he thought, that he was this worked up over some woman. Gareth a couple months ago would scoff at his current situation and tell him he was being ridiculous and had to stop grovelling in the dirt over some background actor.

The Gareth from a few months ago wouldn’t believe he had the ability to resort to something so childish, either. He was avoiding her like the plague, and barely glanced in her direction. If he absolutely had to talk to her then his answers would be curt and ‘don’t-bother-me-like’. What the hell was he doing? Giving (y/n) the silent treatment, like a child not getting the attention from his parents as he would’ve liked. He could tell the change in his behaviour made her sad, and she probably didn’t understand why either, which was even more sad. But the saddest part of all was that Gareth’s pride was stronger than his feeling of guilt.

A result from the prince-treatment he’d been getting for years.

It wasn’t until the day she approached him during break and said, “I wanted to say goodbye.” that he broke out of his bubble.

“What do you mean?” He asked, immediately straightening his back.

(Y/n) smiled melancholy, “the scenes I’m in-standing in the background, that is- are all over. It’s time for me to go home now. There’s nothing else for me to do here.”

The gears turned in the actors head. She was leaving? This place? Him?

“No, you can’t leave.” He blurted out without thinking. It came off as desperate and breathless, like a whining kid. He hated himself.

(Y/n) chuckled lightly, “Yeah, I wish I could stay longer, but I’m just a background character. I don’t have that privilege.”

Gareth though he heard her mutter under her breath, ‘-not like you.’

“Well this is goodbye then, it was fun to get to know you Gareth and be your friend.” She said before turning around and leaving him alone.

It wasn’t true. They hadn’t been friends at all the last weeks, and it was all his fault. Because he felt some petty competitiveness. And now (yn) was going away forever. What if he never gets to see her again? The idea hurt more than anything he’s felt before. It definitively hurt more than the time he broke his toe, or the time he slipped and got a concussion. None of it was close to the pain he experienced with the thought of losing her.

His sweet little background actor.

Now he understood. It was love. All of it was love. That’s why he was threatened by others taking up (y/n)’s time and why he enjoyed her company so much. He loved her. It was that simple.

There’s no way he could let her slip out of reach now. Not when she belongs to him.

[callsignhood]

Would König be with a overweight/chubby girl?

TW: Anxiety on body and appearance

Also I didn’t proofread anything lol

Of course, why not? He’s just grateful of you to be here with him. He doesn’t really care about how your body looks like. Doesn’t matter if you have scars or body hair or a lil’ tummy. He’ll be fucking pissed if someone ever said something mean about your face or body.

But he’d be worried if you are worrying about yourself.

💕Gender neutral Y/N stressed out with weight

He will support you if you’re dieting or exercising. As long as you seem happy and enjoying it, he will cheer you up and help you achieving your goal. But if you’re stressing out about overtaking or missing calories, or if you’re exercising beyond your usual sets, he will stop you and have a time-out cuddling session together.

“Hey, look at me.” König holds you on his lap with a firm hug, trying to make eye contact with an ordering tone, then regrets of letting his military habits slip through — “please?” He adds. You lift your head a little, just to meet with his worrying blue eyes. He hates to see you hurting yourself like this. He’s afraid to lose you.

His hands slides on your back, slowly down to your waist to feel your body, and letting you feel him. He kisses your temple once then twice, holding you just a little tighter. “I can take you on a date and we can have a cheat day. Just slow down for a while. Ja? Because you’re not calories or numbers, you are you.”

He closes his eyes while you both feel the warmth of each other. Comforting and familiar. “It’s gonna be okay.”

💕F Y/N struggling with makeup

You’re trying to look good for him, but you’re struggling with makeup today. Those perfect faces on your Instagram and TikTok are slowly dragging you down to insecurity. You find your eyeliner looks not symmetrical, eyebrows are not sharp enough, even the lipgloss colour is kinda weird. König notices your silent frustration, and he sits beside you.

You look back at him, trying to conceal your sadness, but he always knows what you’re thinking about. He doesn’t quite understand anything about makeup, but he focuses on your face for a short moment, staring at your eyeshadow and your lashes, then gives you a smile. “You look pretty, Süße.”

He sucks at giving compliments on makeup. They might be bland and boring, but he really wants you to find the confidence in yourself. “Your — uh… your lashes are cute. They are very long today.” He struggles to tame his tongue, trying very hard to find some fancy words to cheer you up — and it makes you laugh. “They are long because they are fake lashes, König.”

“Ah.” He nods, stares at your eyes for a little longer before looking down at your palettes. He picks up one of them, opening the lid and speaking softly. “I know you put them on for a reason. But you know that I’m not canceling the date even if you fell in the shower and looked like a wet cat.” He turns his gaze back on you with a grin, hoping his joke will lighten your stress. And it sure did.

You roll your eyes at him and snatch back the palette from his hand. “I’m too pretty to be a wet cat, excuse you.” He chuckles and gives a kiss on your hair. “Ja, Schatz. Always pretty.”

💕M Y/N feeling down about body size

You sigh at the mirror. You find yourself not muscular enough, and sometimes you want to let König feel he’s protected, just like what he does to you. He’s massive and built like a brick wall, you sure find that attractive as hell, but it made you worry a little bit too much.

König sneakily walks up from behind and wraps his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “You’re staring at yourself again.” He gently sways you away from the mirror, then falls on the bed, with his body being your mattress. He smiles, putting a hand on the back of your head, trying to keep you laying on him. “I gotta say, you have the perfect huggable size.” You let out a slight chuckle. You can hear his voice vibrating through his chest. “You don’t have to change, you’re more than okay to me.”

If you shake your head to disagree, he will use his hand to massage the back of your neck, staying silent for a bit before suggesting something. “Well… you can join me during my morning jogs. Only if you could wake up at 6.” He laughs. He’s not being sarcastic or mean by saying that, he’s just trying to drag you out from anxiety. “You can be however you want to be. I’m here with you.”

[vintagepresley]

Leather Black and Eyes of Blue...

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word count: 3,918

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT... AND MORE SMUT. Tiny bit of fluff towards the end. Roleplaying, oral (m receiving), cock warming (just a smidge), dick riding, reverse cow girl (kinda?), rough fucking, spanking, rough hair pulling, mommy kink, praise, dominate/sub reader, dominate/sub elvis, dirty talking, use of the words ‘whore’, ‘slut’, cum swallowing, typical elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: This special big daddy valentine's fic was requested by @wanderlustingtomboy. This was fun to write! You wanted heavy on the smut and this is basically pornographic. possible spelling errors

It was Valentine's Day, a day you and Elvis constantly chose something wild and creative to do when it came to things in the bedroom. But this year Elvis had a whole different idea, he wanted to role-play which wasn't unusual for the two of you. But he wanted to take the role-play publicly. Once he had spoken to you about it, the both of you had agreed on it. You loved the idea and just the very thought of it turned you on and you were happy he was wanting to do something like this especially because lately he had been feeling down on himself about his weight gain, but you loved the way he looked and the fact that he put on weight. It was hard for you to keep your hands off him sometimes, which you knew made him feel so much better about his appearance because that meant you still wanted him. Elvis had everything planned out which wasn't too surprising, he had booked two separate rooms at the the fanciest hotel under the name, 'Dr. Carpenter', a name he loved to use when he didn't want anyone to know it was him. The two of you would be roleplaying as strangers, but not just any strangers, he was specific about what he wanted, he wanted you to be a whore and he would be a man passing through on business looking for a bit of fun.

It sounded like such a fun idea that you even picked out a special set of lingerie for the occasion, Elvis had left the house before you and checked into his hotel room, while you were still at Graceland getting ready for him. You had did your hair just the way he liked and did your makeup, putting on your brightest red of lipstick you could find. You picked out a sheer pink lingerie set that had little hearts along the delicate fabric and cute little pink bow at the waistband of the the thong, knowing Elvis would love that, once you got the cute little two piece set on and paired it with some light pink stockings with a lace trim that hit right at your thighs. You did not plan to wear anything else underneath the long black leather trench coat you slipped on, tying the whole mysterious look together with some pink high heels. You gave Elvis a call to let him know you were ready.

Once you were downstairs one of the guys were instructed to drive you to the hotel having no idea what the two of you were up to, Charlie had given you a ride and dropping you off right in front of the fancy hotel and you walked inside, checking into your room that Elvis had booked using his fake name and then you walked to the bar where you were instructed by him to wait, doing your best to appear mysterious as you ordered yourself a drink. You could see the men at the bar with their eyes on you, thinking about making some sort of move. But you belonged to one man and one man only he was sitting a few seats down from you. You nearly gasped at the sight of Elvis, he wasn't wearing his usual flashy outfits, he was in a suit and looked so handsome, sporting his usual gold brim glasses and his hair styled a bit differently. You couldn't take your eyes off him he looked so different, but sexy as always. You took a sip of your drink as the two of you made eyes at one another. He smirked deciding to make a move before one the other guys got a chance and he'd have to kick someone's ass for trying to flirt with his wife.

You smirked to yourself, grabbing the cherry that was in your drink and teasing it against your lips seductively, which caught his eye prompting him to get out of his seat and walking over to you, he leaned against the bar as he settled in beside you, you plopped the cherry into your mouth, biting it off the stem and licking over your lips. He reached a hand up to your face and brushing his thumb along your lips to clean up a bit of the juice from the cherry that was left behind, sucking it off his thumb. "Mm, how'd you like somethin' else 'round those pretty little lips of yours, darlin'?" he said softly. Your eyes meeting his as you blushed at his words. "Hm.. Whatever it is, it'll cost ya, honey." you remarked. He smirked widely. "Oh yeah? How much will a whole night with ya run me?" he grinned, running his fingers through your hair. "Depends, handsome.. What are ya lookin' to do?" you teased. His eyes widen at your playful banter and he smiled and you watched as he got closer until he was close to your ear. "I want to fuck you until there's nothin' left, ya filthy whore." he whispered. His words instantly made you wet that if you wanted to you would've moaned right there.

You cleared your throat and placed your hand against his chest, rubbing against the soft fabric of his suit. "That'll cost a pretty penny, honey. But you look like a man who can afford it." you smirked as you got up from your seat, taking him by the hand, seeing the disappointment on the other mens faces when they realized he had won you over. "You've got a room here, baby? I don't want my colleagues on my floor seeing me with a whore." he said with a smirk. You nodded, slipping the room key out of your pocket and showing it to him as the two of you headed for the elevator, once inside you pressed your floor number and he had backed you into a corner in the elevator, kissing along your neck and his hand tangled in your hair. You let out a soft whimper, gently pressing your hand against his chest to push him back some. "Not yet, handsome." you smirked, knowing that would piss him off because of how badly he wanted you. He let out a soft groan, slipping an arm around your waist the elevator door finally opened to your floor and the two of you strolled down the hall to your room, he was behind you now, running his hands up and down your body, he was distracting that you struggled a it to get the door open with the key.

Once you eventually got the door opened and the two of you walked inside, you flipped the light on and he shut the door behind the two of you. "C'mere, ya filthy slut." he barked as he yanked you by your arm and pulled you to him, you let out a small squeal and you pulled back from him, shaking your head. "None of that. If you want to fuck me, you'll be a good boy and go sit." you demanded and he raised an eyebrow at your words, gulping slowly as he nodded, deciding to turn the tables on his little game. He went over and sat on the bed as he stared up at you, you walked over to him standing before him and brushing your hand gently against his face and then slowly removing his glasses and setting them down on the bedside table, wanting to see those blue eyes of his on you. You unraveled the front of your trench coat and slowly letting it fall in a puddle on the floor, revealing the sexy lingerie you had underneath and his jaw was nearly on the floor with your coat the way he was staring at you, his eyes widen and filled with lust. "Goddamn.. Honey, I'll be paying you double tonight.." he mumbled.

You smirked at his words, placing your index finger beneath his chin and leaning down to kiss his cheek, but he turned his face trying to get a kiss. "No kissing.. Those are the rules." you whispered to him. He nodded obediently. "You gonna be a good boy and let this whore suck your dick? Hm?" you hummed, caressing his cheek. "Oh god yes.." he whimpered, quickly kicking off his shoes. You smirked and sunk down to your knees, positioning yourself between his parted legs, rubbing your hands over his round sexy belly and he captured his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you. Your hands running down to his belt and you slowly began to unbuckle it and then unbuttoning his pants, tugging them down his legs and taking them off him and smirking seeing that he had no underwear on and his cock already hard for you and his swollen tip wet with his precum. You wrapped your right hand around his cock and placed your other hand against his thigh, pressing your lips against the tip of his cock and rubbing it against your lips, your lips glossy from his precum.

He choked back a low groan as his eyes stayed on yours that stared up at him lustfully. You stuck your tongue out and ran it along his wet tip and then up and down the entire length of his cock and he whimpered softly, a pleasing smirk forming on your lips and you stroked his cock slowly with your hand as you tilted your head some to suck on his balls, taking them into your mouth and sucking slowly as your eyes stayed on him, staring up at him innocently as your lips wrapped tightly around his balls, swirling your tongue around them as you continued to suck and he let out a loud groan, one of his hands tangling in your hair. "Fuck.. You dirty whore.." he hummed. You released his balls from your mouth, licking over your lips with a soft giggle, giving his cock another stroke before taking him into your mouth. Both your hands resting on either one of his thighs as you took him deep into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag softly as you pumped his cock in your mouth, making soft cute noises. "Oh shit. J-Just like that.." he moaned, grasping your hair tighter in his big hands and slowly pumping his hips against your face, wanting to feel you take him down your throat just for a moment and as you did you gagged and choked making the most obscene noises before he yanked your head back and his cock popping out of your mouth and you gasped for air, small strings of saliva dripping down your chin. "Mm.. baby.." he hummed.

You smirked up at him as you licked your lips seductively and slowly standing back up on your feet, reaching over to tug his suit jacket off and tossing it on the floor and then you began to loosen his tie and slipping it off him and setting it aside because you had planned to use it on him and then you unbuttoned his shirt and stripped that off as well. He was completely in awe of you almost forgetting that you were roleplaying because he couldn't get enough of you in that gorgeous lingerie, he reached a hand around to give your ass a smack as he grabbed a handful of it and you squealed at the stinging feeling, he tugged at your delicate little thong, yanking them off of you until they were around your ankles and you stepped out of them with a grin. He licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, wanting to take what was his as he ran his hands along the thin fabric of your light pink stockings, you pushed against his chest playfully to stop him. "Ah, ah, be a good boy and lay down for me, honey." you ordered. He nodded at your words and he climbed further back on the bed until he sat up against the headboard of the bed. You giggled softly to yourself seeing how well he listened.

You walked over to the foot of the bed and you slowly crawled onto the bed toward him and climbing onto his lap, slowly settling yourself down on him until his cock was pressed right up against your pussy and you let out a soft whimper and he groaned feeling how wet you were against him. You ran your hands up and down his belly, biting down on your bottom lip as you admired his sexy body, his course chest hair running through your fingers, he ran his hands along your body and you allowed him to touch you only for a moment, feeling his fingertips softly running along your skin and he carefully and slowly unclasped your bra and removed it and he smiled at the sight of your breasts, grabbing a hand full of them and leaning forward to bury his face between them, nuzzling right into them. But then you roughly pushed him and his back hitting up against the hard wood and he groaned. You reached over for his tie and grabbed a hold of his hands, loving how submissive he was being for you until it was his turn to be the dominate one, you tied his hands to the bed post. He glanced up and he tugged at his tight restraints. You giggled softly. "Oh, you sneaky little slut.." he growled.

You smirked slightly grinding against his cock causing him to groan softly and you could feel his needy cock throbbing for you and you reached down and wrapped your hand around him, slowly guiding him inside of your wet pussy and you let out a soft gasp feeling him enter you. He moaned softly, yanking at his restraints as he felt how wet and warm your pussy felt as it squeezed around him. "Fuck.. fuck.." he groaned. You pursed your lips together trying to hold back your soft moans as you slammed down right onto him, forcing his cock deep inside of you, he cried out softly, his moans so needy and desperate. He was about to get a lot more needy when he realized you weren't moving. You kept yourself still feeling his cock pulse and twitch inside of you, feeling your walls opening up around him as a soft whimper left you. "D-Don't ya fuckin' dare do this to me.." he growled. You smiled innocently at him as your hands ran along his chest. "Do what?" you giggled. "Ya know exactly what ya goddamn cock tease!" he barked. You grinned as you wiggled your ass against his lap, which only caused friction for his cock that was buried deep inside of you. He whimpered soft so desperately needing you to ride him.

"P-Please... Mommy.." he begged. You raised an eyebrow at his words. "Mm.. Call me mommy again and maybe I'll give ya what you want." you teased. He groaned, mumbling the words, "Fuckin' whore.." under his breath. "Hm? What was that, honey? It wasn't mommy.." you smirked, giving your ass another wiggle and feeling him squirm beneath you. "I-I-I mean.. Mommy.. Mommy, please.." he whimpered. You giggled enjoying seeing him be the one begging and whimpering to be fucked. You gave his face a gentle tap with your fingers. "Such a good boy..." you mumbled. You slowly stirred your hips against him letting him feel something and he tilted his head back against the headboard, moaning out softly. "Mommy's gonna keep this cock nice and warm inside her.." you said between a soft moan, rocking your hips back and forth slowly, teasing him with your pussy. He tugged at his restraints as his hips bucked. "M-Mommy's so tight.." he cried out. You smirked running your hands up to his broad wide shoulders and grasping them tight in your hands as you began to move your hips faster now, his cock now slowly moving in and out of you, your own noises growing louder.

"Oh god.. Yes, like that baby.." he groaned as he watched you began to slowly bounce on his cock, each time you came down your hips slammed against his and his cock hit deep inside of you, causing you to cry out his name and your nails dug deep into his shoulders as you bounced faster in complete control as you fucked his cock and then you got a naughty little idea into your head, stalling your movements which only caused him to whine like little baby. "Mommy!" he cried. "Shhh baby.. Momma's gonna give you what you want." you said softly before you lifted yourself up and his cock slipped out of you, drenched in your slick and you turned yourself around on his lap, your back facing him and your thighs still resting on either side of him and you bent forward, arching your back and reaching down to guide his cock back inside you, moaning softly feeling him fill you up. "I want you to watch mommy fucking this cock..." you hummed. You grabbed a hold of the bed sheets beneath him and clutching onto them as you moved back and forth on his cock at a fast and steady pace, moaning softly. His eyes staring down at his cock and getting even more turned on by the sight of it moving in and out of you and becoming wetter because of your sweet nectar. "Goddamn.." he grunted, wanting so bad to break loose.

You keep your fast pace going as you fucked his cock feeling his balls slam against your pussy as you took him deeper, arching your back even more so he got a delicious sight, which he enjoyed every minute of as his noises grew louder and his breathing heavy. "You goddamn whore! Let me free of these damn restraints, I gotta touch ya!" he hollered. You slowly stopped your movements and giggling softly, feeling like he had enough torture from you and you pulled his cock out of you and you climbed off his lap, turning back around to face him. Now going back into your more submissive role for him. "Yes, sir.." you hummed and untied his hands and tossing his tie to the floor and the moment he was let free he grabbed you by your hair roughly and tugged your head back. "You're gonna pay for teasin' me like that, ya filthy little slut." he growled. You whimpered from how rough he was being, nodding your head slowly. "Y-Yes, sir.." you cooed. He threw you against the bed and turned you around onto your stomach roughly, grabbing a hold of your hips and pulling you back against him and lifting your ass in the air.

His hands grasping tight at your cheeks as he spread your ass open, running his fingers along your soaking pussy and you jolted at the feeling. "Gonna fuck the hell out of this filthy cunt of yours.." he growled, giving it a slap and you yelped softly. He grabbed your hair again, wrapping quite a bit of it around his wrist and he yanked at it forcing your head up and gave your ass a few hard slaps before grabbing a hold of his cock and slamming himself back inside of your tight hole and you squealed from the pain of it, he was balls deep already and he grabbed a handful of your ass, keeping you still as he fucked you hard and deep, using you like his slutty plaything, his hips smacking against your ass as he fucked you into the mattress, your hands tugging and pulling at the bed sheets as you cried out in pleasure and now you completely forgot you were roleplaying and began to moan out his name. "E-Elvis.. baby.. oh.. god.." you cried. He yanked at your hair hard, causing you to yelp again. "Shut ya whore mouth." he groaned out, still playing his little game.

You reached your hands up to grab a hold of the bed posts in front of you and gripping them so tight from how rough he was fucking you that your hands began to hurt, practically white knuckling them and you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach and with the way he was pounding into you it wasn't gonna be long before you were cumming, he was already on the brink of cumming as his orgasm was reaching the surface and he was panting heavily, his thrust becoming more shaky as his hips bucked against you, he plowed into you harder his cock slamming against your walls and hitting all the right spots within you that you completely lost control of your body and you felt your legs nearly give out on you as you trembled beneath him. "Daddy.. D-Daddy! I'm gonna cum.." you cried at the top of your lungs. He gave your ass a hard slap. "Cum on daddy's cock, mama.. Make it nice and pretty with your cum.." he moaned. Those very words were all you need to hear for your orgasm to hit so hard that your body convulsed and shuddered in place as you came all over his cock making such a big mess on him and the bed sheets. "Holy shit.. Good fuckin' girl.." he praised.

You were ready to collapse against the bed but he wasn't finished yet he continued to roughly fuck your tired pussy until he finally pulled his cock out of you and he let go of your hair. "Get down on damn knees.." he demanded. "Yes s-sir.." you said shakily as you slowly climbed off the bed and got down on the floor. "Open that whore mouth of yours.." he growled as he stroked his cock above you ready to empty his balls in you. The moment you opened your mouth he slide his cock in and you felt his warm cum come shooting out onto your tongue and leaking down your throat, he filled your mouth with his thick seed. "Swallow it all like a good girl.." he hummed as he slide his cock out of your mouth and gave your cheek a slight slap and you nodded swallowing all of him and slowly opening your mouth to show him. He grinned widely. "Good girl.." he smirked and he reached down to help you up and you took his hands, your legs feeling numb and wobbly, he pulled you into his embrace and kissed your lips sloppily. You slipped your arms around him, kissing him deeply and letting out a soft whimper.

His tone now softer and back to normal. "Did ya have fun, baby? I didn't hurt ya, did I?" he mumbled on your lips with a grin. You smiled widely at his words, nodding your head. "Lots of fun, daddy. You didn't hurt me.. You got real rough, but I liked it." you laughed softly. He smirked, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, I had to somehow match that wild energy you had goin’." he teased. "Oh hush, you enjoyed calling me mommy." you teased, sticking your tongue out at him as you climbed back into the bed and he laughed softly, shrugging as he climbed in beside you. "Maybe.." he mumbled shyly. "Mhm.. You did.." you giggled, snuggling against him and slipping your arms around him, rubbing against his belly as you rested your head on his chest, pressing soft kisses to it. He wrapped you tight in his arms, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Happy Valentine's Day, little one." he whispered. "Happy Valentine's Day, daddy." you mumbled softly.

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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 5

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slurs, angst, alcohol consumption, mentions of bullying

💬 Word count: 15.5k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

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Chapter 5: On a mission.

Today is the day to meet Jimin's family. You have been stressing about it for the past week ever since Jimin told you about it, and you can’t even proclaim why. 

For some reason, you cannot help but be afraid of them, considering the Parks are supposed to be the most influential family in the city. No matter what kind of people they are, at the end of the day, this sure is an intimidating title that is enough to make your nerves go crazy.

So you went all in and made yourself at least look as presentable as possible because as everybody knows, it’s always the first impression that counts. And you feel like you have to take everything you can get, plus looking good and feeling good about yourself will increase your confidence.

You might be a broke college student with a shit ton of untrue rumors surrounding you, but you can at least look good. 

“Woah… Damn.” 

You raise a brow, giving Jimin a testing look. You're not in the mood for another one of his criticisms about your appearance again. “What is it this time?” you sigh, trying not to let the frustration show too much since he arrived no more than a minute ago. 

“Let me guess, my dress is too shabby? Is my makeup cakey? Does my hair look dry?” 

“No.” Jimin shakes his head, eyes still scrutinizing you from head to toe. “I’m just shocked to see how hot you can be when you try hard enough.” 

Startled by his unexpected compliment - even if backhanded - you raise a brow. “I—,” you start, just to halt for a moment, “was that a compliment?” you ask, as his eyes finally travel up to yours. 

Jimin scoffs at that, taking a couple steps toward you. “As if that’s so unbelievable. I compliment you all the time.”

“Yeah... I don't know about that. The only times you ever actually compliment me, it's just to mock me, and your insincere flattery barely counts anyway,” you grin, not needing him to admit it since you know you're right anyway.

It's not that you're ever upset by his comments because you know he's just being annoying and doesn't mean to actually offend you. He knows you can take it, and he knows that you know that too, which is why he does it. Over time, it has become your thing. Admittedly, you're much more comfortable with him making his stupid jokes than you are when you're having to get serious with each other. You seem to have found common ground in bickering with each other.

He just briefly looks at you before texting someone on his phone while still thinking about your comment. “That might be your interpretation, but I’m always serious about these things and things in general, ___. I’m an open book. I have never told a lie my whole life,” he proudly says, looking like he’s waiting for a reward for being a good boy while you can’t help but grin at this act. 

“You do realize you’re saying that while we are literally on our way to meet your family, just to lie to them about the relationship we don't have?” you smirk, seeing his face fall for a second before he clears his throat. 

“That’s different.” Jimin takes a moment to put your heavy bags in his trunk before coming to your side.

“How exactly?” you ask while waiting for him to open the passenger door of his car for you like he always does. Fairly enough, he soon after opens the door for you and waits for you to settle in before he goes to the driver's side and seats himself. 

A smirk makes its way onto your face when he doesn't give you an answer, even after settling in, making it obvious he doesn’t have one.

“Got you, Park,” you smirk.

Jimin rolls his eyes at your consistency, knowing fully well that you won't let it go. “Whatever. They will be happy, so it’s a lie with good intentions. It basically makes it okay,” he mumbles while starting the engine of his car and making it roar loudly.

“Wow, your logic is unmatched. If your parents come to ask me what made me fall for you, I'll tell them it was your moral character which I had never seen in another man before,” you lovingly sigh, trying to dreamily look out the window as you feel Jimin's eyes on you.

He laughs but doesn't comment on it and only tells you to put your seatbelt on so he can drive off. Giggling, you follow his request so as not to delay your arrival and fasten your seatbelt.

“Aren’t you nervous?” You ask, tilting your way sideways to look at him after a couple minutes of driving in silence. 

It's just another one of the thousand questions floating around in your head lately. You know that you would be if you were in his shoes. It's not easy to lie to your loved ones, especially since they are the ones who know you best. Not to forget the moral aspect of it all. Jimin must have thick skin if he doesn't worry about anything. 

“Are you?” He asks instead, rolling the ball back to you. Seeing how he shifts his gaze for a moment from the street to smirk at you, he seems to already know the answer, though.

“Obviously,” you sigh. “I didn’t sign up for this. What if I break something and they sue me?”

Not to be dramatic, but that is one of your concerns. One of many actually. 

Jimin snorts, his eyes forming little half-moons. “___, I don’t know why you think my parents are a pair of bad movie villains, but I can assure you that this will not be happening,” he chuckles, making you pout for not taking your concerns seriously. “My parents are nice people, okay? There really isn’t anything I could think of that you would have to worry about.”

“Well, there is one thing actually,” you say, seeing him looking at you from the corner of his eyes while he still mainly focuses on the street, showing you that he’s listening. “You have to help me keep this dress absolutely immaculate, so I can return it to the store tomorrow,” you explain, making him laugh. “What? It costs a fortune, Jimin, and I would still like to… you know… live somehow for the rest of the month.”

“First of all, why are you wearing a dress you can’t afford? There is no way you will not stain it.” 

“Because I wanted to fit in today. I’ll feel out of place either way, but I can’t show up to some CEO get-together in a twenty-dollar dress,” you explain, rolling your eyes in annoyance. 

“It's a business party to celebrate the company's tenth birthday in its current state, ___. Not a CEO get-together,” he explains, rolling his eyes at you not even knowing that. He tried to explain it to you yesterday, but it seems like you didn't listen, and it's annoying. You're both doing this for a reason, and if he can put some work in, he feels like you should be able to do that too.

“Also, stop making yourself go crazy. One would think that you, of all people, would not be so judgmental of someone you don’t even know,” Jimin says, casually looking at you. “But I guess that’s just being human, huh?”

You let out a big sigh, realizing he does have a point. “I don’t mean to be disrespectful. I’m really just a little nervous. Your parents are probably nice people. It's just that this is unusual for me.”

Sensing your distress, Jimin does something the both of you wouldn't have expected from him. He takes one hand off the steering wheel and pats your thigh a couple of times before he takes your hand, that's resting on it, and gives it a tight squeeze. “Relax. It’s all going to be fine.” 

“It’s easy for you to say that… I can only hope they haven’t done any research about me,” you mumble as you look out of the window absentmindedly still holding his hand.  

He lied. It’s not fine at all. In fact, this is probably the most uncomfortable you’ve ever been. 

To be fair, Jimin's parents aren't the reason. Mr. and Mrs. Park are very nice people, and you feel terrible for thinking so badly of them, when in fact they are the sweetest people you've talked to in what feels like years.

You didn't get to actually talk to them because the time was only enough for a quick, superficial introduction before they had to leave again and talk to a couple business partners which means the actual getting to know each other will have to wait for a few more hours. Nevertheless, their open and friendly demeanor immediately calmed your nerves. 

You even teased Jimin about him probably being adopted since his parents are so much more likable than he is, to which he then threatened to tell his parents you insisted on holding a speech to introduce yourself and claim your undying love for him which was enough to make you shut up real quick.

You are certain it was an empty threat because nobody would even allow you to do that here, but you really didn't want to risk it. 

So moving on, you, unfortunately, haven't been as lucky with his sister so far. 

If looks could kill, you would have been grilled multiple times by now. 

Jimin hasn't said anything about it yet, and you don't know if he's even noticed, so you decided to keep your mouth shut and not mention it. 

It's fine that she doesn't like you. After all, you’re only here to do Jimin a favor, and it’s not like you’re actually dating, which means you don't have to care what she thinks about you. Very soon, this will all be over, and you won't see any of them ever again, including Jimin.

The actual problem, however, is that Jimin has not told you who will also be at this business meeting. 

You must have looked pretty stupid when your eyes suddenly fell on Nayeon, who was standing a few meters away from you and had already seen you. 

She averted her eyes as soon as your eyes met hers but it was pretty obvious that she had seen you, considering how uncomfortable and nervous she looked right after.

You immediately confronted Jimin for not telling you she would be here, to which he just grinned sheepishly at you and said he must have forgotten.

Yea sure…

He knows very well that you would not have come if you had known about Nayeon's presence, and this is the only reason why he hid it from you.

Fortunately for you, you have managed to avoid her very well so far, and you hope it will stay that way for the rest of your stay. 

Since Jimin will one day take over his parents' company, it was clear that he would also be the center of attention today. What you didn't count on, though, is that this would affect you as well. 

You were hoping you could get away with just standing next to him silently while looking pretty but Jimin's parents had apparently publicly announced that he's bringing his girlfriend which now contributes to the fact that many also talk to you out of politeness. 

 It probably wouldn't be so awkward if you had at least the slightest idea what Jimin's family business even is. Unfortunately, you've never really talked about it and you've never asked because it never mattered. Why do you need to know these things if it's nothing but a fake relationship that should never have left campus? 

Fortunately, you have Jimin by your side, who always steps in at the right moment and speaks for you to avoid further inconveniences and this might be the only time you're thankful for Park Jimin's existence. Although it is his fault that you are in this situation in the first place so he is also the one who has to take care that your lie will not be exposed.

So far, you seem to be doing well with it. No one suspects anything. They probably think you're just a pretty enough girl who doesn't know anything about anything, and in a way, they're not wrong. Except, that your intentions are not what one would think.

“I can’t believe you don’t know anything about me,” Jimin sighs, as soon as you’re alone for the first time in hours. “I mean, come on… You didn’t have the slightest idea about the company. That’s almost insulting.”

Staying unbothered, you nibble on a grape you found on one of the champagne trays, wondering if they’re even for you to eat or if they’re just for show, considering no one else seems to be eating anything. 

“Why would I know that?” you shrug, finding yourself interested in the deep frown between his brows. “I've never cared much for you before, Park. You didn’t seem to believe me when I told you that. Sorry if that’s hard to swallow.” 

Jimin scoffs at that, and you see him wanting to answer, but he stops as he looks at something behind you with big eyes. 

“Hey.”

Her voice startles you, making you freeze right on the spot. You can feel her eyes burn through your skull from behind. At the same time, Jimin’s eyes nervously tremble from you to her and back to you. 

“Hi, Nayeon,” he welcomes her, offering her a comforting smile while you freeze and keep standing there, not daring to turn around. You would like to leave now, not in the mood for this encounter, especially today when you’re full of nerves anyway. Jimin, however, seems determined to keep you here with him. 

He takes a few steps closer and wraps his arm around your waist, slowly turning you around to face her. 

“I wasn’t sure you’d be here today,” he speaks, probably trying to convince you that he really didn't plan for this encounter to happen.

Nayeon sucks in a breath, gracefully avoiding your ice-cold gaze as she only concentrates on Jimin for the time being, nodding her head lightly. “I wasn’t either,” she admits, clearing her throat after. 

You have yet to say something to her, but you cannot encourage yourself to do so. Yes, you’re probably rude by not greeting her properly, but why would you care about that. You're sure that politeness is obsolete anyway when it comes to Nayeon and you. 

“My father said that I have to come today. He said he will disown me otherwise,” she lightly chuckles, even though it doesn’t come off as a joke, plus the frown on Jimin’s face and the fact that he doesn’t even smile at that tells you it probably isn’t. 

“It’s whatever, though. I did my part, and as soon as I can I will leave,” she quickly adds. “I just didn’t want to leave before greeting you, so… here I am.” A nervous breath escapes her lips as her eyes finally land on you. “Hi, ___.”

You nod, acknowledging her as narrowly as possible, as you mutter a halfhearted “hello” back to her.  

As soon as she hears your response, it seems as if her face lights up just a little bit. She probably didn’t expect you to acknowledge her at all. You may be mad, and you have every right to be, but you’re not a child. If she can muster the courage to address you directly, you can give her an answer. But she should by no means assume that she can expect anything from you.

She looks so stunning today, though. You can't help but notice. The mere sight of her is enough to lower your self-esteem. You have put so much effort (and money you don't even have) into looking somewhat good today while she looks like she's barely given it a second thought and still beats you by miles. So unfair, but nothing new either.

Nevertheless, it is noticeable how tired and unhappy she looks. You can see the dark bags under her eyes even through the makeup she’s wearing and that has to mean something. 

You remember what Jimin told you about her the night of the first party you attended together. He mentioned how bad she was doing and that she’s in a 'bad place' right now. Looking at her now shows you he wasn’t exaggerating. 

“It’s so nice to see you here, really.” 

You watch how her lips perk up a little as she tries to smile, though it looks more like a grimace as she’s obviously trying to blink back tears. 

You just nod, not trusting yourself to not say something inappropriate while she already looks like she’s trying hard not to crumble. 

It probably wouldn't go over too well with the rest of the guests if you made Nayeon cry. Apart from the fact that it would come across as rude in general, you know that her parents are particularly close with Jimin's parents - and you surely don't want to start something now.

Noticing how you probably won’t react anymore than that, Jimin takes matters into his own hands as he tightens his grip around your waist, clearing his throat. 

“How are you doing?” Jimin then asks her with a sigh. You can hear in his voice that he isn’t sure if he can ask, but it’s obvious he isn’t all too happy about her disappearance either. “You barely show up anymore, and you’re missing out on a lot of our courses too. I tried to call you about a dozen times this week. I can try to keep you updated, but I can only do as much when you never pick up your phone,” he notes, sounding annoyed with her while also trying to not be too harsh. 

Nayeon gulps, looking regretful, but she doesn’t seem to have an answer. Instead, you can feel her burning gaze on you again while you continue to hope to escape from this situation.

Why is no one talking? 

But while you’re too busy with your own thoughts, Jimin and Nayeon seem to have a silent conversation of their own because a loud gasp comes from Jimin, making you look at him in question.

“Oh my God, do you see that thing over there?” Jimin suddenly exclaims, pointing at something in the distance. “That’s amazing! I have to take a closer look,” he mumbles, withdrawing his arms from you.

You try to look but don’t see anything, and it’s only then that you realize what he’s trying to do. 

Before leaving, he gradually leans down to whisper in your ear. “Please be nice, but don’t make it too easy for her either.” And then, with a rushed kiss to your cheek, he quickly lets go of you and takes a couple steps backward.

You try to catch his hand before he can leave but unfortunately, he’s already gone before you can do anything, leaving you and Nayeon to just stand there next to each other. Alone. 

Man, you’re so going to kill him later. 

A few moments of silence that feel like literal hours pass before Nayeon breaks the silence by uncomfortably clearing her throat.

You don’t look at her, still trying to summon Jimin to come back immediately with the dirty looks you’re sending him from here, but it has no use. 

So you shift on your feet a little before stealing a couple more from those garnish grapes, that definitely aren’t for eating, hoping it will tell her to leave you alone. 

“___, do you perhaps think we could talk?”

Well, your wish did not get granted this time, it seems. 

Your voice sounds breathless and nervous as you quickly mumble something about having to use the bathroom in a weak attempt to flee from her. But Nayeon suddenly grabs your arm, preventing you from leaving as she calls your name again in a hurry.

You turn around and reluctantly face her, seeing how bad she really looks for the first time since you’re now standing much closer than before. 

Bags under her eyes, dry lips, pale. That’s not the Nayeon you know. She did a good job of covering it up, but now that you’re standing so close to each other, you can clearly see it.

“What?” The harsh tone in your voice obviously takes her by surprise, but she doesn’t back down. 

Instead, she swallows hard before gathering herself. “Do you think… Do you think we could talk? Please?” She asks again, looking at you with large, pleading eyes.

“I don't know what the two of us should talk about. Everything has been said between us,” you state, keeping your gaze cold even though you feel bad when you see her face fall right after. 

Nayeon shakes her head in disagreement. “No, I don’t think so,” she denies. “There are many things left unsaid. And I really need to get them off my chest.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh while weighing the pros and cons in your head. “If I’m honest, I really don’t want to.”

“Look, I can’t blame you for not wanting to talk to me, okay? Trust me, I wouldn’t wanna talk to me either,” she says, blinking back tears as she looks at you. “You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to forgive me. I don’t expect that from you anyway…”

“What is the purpose for all of this then?” You ask, not understanding what she’s aiming for.

You watch as Nayeon balls her fists for a second while biting her lip as she looks at you. “I want to apologize. I think that is the least you deserve,” she then explains. “What you do with it is up to you. But I need to apologize,” she breathes stressing the word. 

You take a moment to contemplate your next move, letting your eyes roam around the area, attempting to find something that could prevent you from going along with her request. But in the end, you sigh, making a gesture with your hand to show her she can start taking. 

Now looking at her panicking face, you almost have to laugh. For someone so determined to apologize to you, she now sure looks like she has no idea what to say. She probably didn't expect you to agree.

Waiting patiently, you watch as an uncomfortable laugh escapes her lips, her eyes moving around without looking at you directly. “Gosh, now I don’t know what to say…”

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” you say, rolling your eyes while you’re already turning around, fed up with her wasting your time like this.

Nayeon once again stops you, and she quickly shoots forward to grab your hand tightly again. “I’m sorry!” It comes out a little rushed since she desperately tries to make you stay.

You stand your ground, crossing your arms over your chest while raising a brow. “Anything else?”

She flinches at your sour tone but nods her head. “Yes, actually. What I did to you… I don’t even know what came over me,” she starts. “There’s so much I want to tell you, and so much I need to apologize for. And I could give you that typical bullshit answer on how I was hurt and acting impulsively, but that wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t be a lie, but that’s not an excuse.” 

You don’t say anything. For now, it feels right to let her talk and finish what she wants to tell you first. You share her opinion on that matter, you do deserve an apology, but she also deserves to explain herself. 

“I should have talked to you first. I have no explanation as to why I let him feed me all these lies and confronted you about it without hearing your take on things first. I knew about the lies surrounding you. I knew none of them were true because you told me that yourself, and I always believed you. And yet, this time... I believed him. And I have no excuse for that, ___. I’m just so very sorry.”

Lowering your gaze, you nod, taking in her words. 

“I guess it was easier and less hurtful to believe you came on to him than him willingly cheating. And it's embarrassing to admit, but yes… Looks like that’s the person I am, after all.”

You see her struggling to keep the tears from falling but it's obviously hard for her to do that when it looks like she can barely see due to her eyes being full of unshed tears. You guess she doesn’t want you to pity her which is understandable. You can relate to that. But you’re not going to pity her for feeling bad about what she did because she should. It’s not her fault she got involved with the wrong guy, and it’s not her fault that he did what he did and said what he said. None of that was her doing. But she has to own up to her own mistakes. To what she said and did, and there is no way you will pity her for that. 

But that’s not what she expects nor is it what she wants, and you know that. She's not out to get you to see her as a victim.

“I know I said you don’t have to forgive me, and I stand by that. But maybe you can at least accept my apology. I feel so bad that I ruined our friendship for this.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say we were friends before,” you disagree, probably sounding a bit more irritated than you originally intended to. The way her face drops even more is an indicator of that, but you’re just telling the truth. It’s not like you ever hung out or anything like that. What you had was never a friendship. At least not in your book.

“Oh. Right. I see…” 

Feeling bad about your choice of wording, you sigh. You don't want to dwell on things that happened in the past, things that can't be made undone. What would you gain from that? 

Forgiveness is a virtue they say, but it's not easy. You wouldn't have thought about forgiving Nayeon had she decided to not speak about it with you, but she didn't. 

She owned up to her mistakes and apologized.  

“However,” lifting your gaze to look at her, you think about your next move for a second before shaking your head at yourself. “I don’t like to hold grudges.”

A look of hope washes over Nayeon’s face as a slight gasp leaves her lips at your words. “Wait, does— does that mean-”

“I won’t forgive you this quickly,” you clarify before she can even ask the question. “But you had the guts to come to me and apologize. I respect and thank you for that.”

“It’s the least you deserved.”

“Yes, it is,” you agree, nodding your head. “And yet, you’re the only one who has done that until now.” It’s a weird thing to admit, but you’re grateful for her apology. 

You’ve said it before, and you still stand by that; Nayeon is not a bad person per se. She’s someone who did something bad, but it’s obvious that she regrets it. And even if you’re not going to completely forgive her right now, you know that you will be able to in the future. 

Why be resentful if it won’t do you good anyway? 

Sure, you can get through the rest of your college years on your own, but it's easier when you don't have to.

“Can I ask you something?“ She carefully asks, testing the waters with you. 

You curtly nod, not expecting anything harmful. The more surprised you are when you hear what’s bothering her. 

“Why didn’t you say anything the day I confronted you? Why didn’t you defend yourself?” 

You scoff at that, raising a brow to show her how stupid her question is to you. “You think that was my obligation?” you ask. “Making a fool of myself even more while trying to convince you of something you would have never believed me anyway?” 

And that’s all it takes for her to immediately fall silent.

“You had already formed an opinion. I would have only dragged out the humiliation you subjected me to and gained absolutely nothing in the process,” you add with a scoff, watching how she bites her lip and breaks your gaze.  

Nayeon is quiet, but she nods, blinking away a few tears once again. “I can never express how sorry I am, ___. I always thought I wasn't one of those girls. The ones who are gullible enough to believe any bullshit their boyfriend plants into their brain. I just… I really wanted to trust him.” She looks devastated when she tells you that, and you must admit that it almost makes you feel for her. Almost.

But after swallowing hard and regaining her composure she takes the courage to hold your gaze again. “Did you mean it?”

You again raise your brow questioningly, trying to follow. “Mean what?”

“You know…,” she starts. “The thing about us not having been friends. Because to me, you really were one. Probably one of very few because it looks like apart from Jimin, there’s no one left now. They all decided to stuck by Yeji and Taehyung.”

“I never actually saw us as friends,” you say, deciding to go with the whole truth, even if that’s probably not what she wanted to hear. You can clearly see on her face that she was expecting a different answer. “However, I would have liked us to be,” you then add, immediately seeing her eyes light up at your confession. “But then it never seemed like anything real to me. I thought you were just trying to be nice because you felt bad.”

A barely noticeable smile tugs on Nayeon’s lips when you finish. “Befriending you is hard, ___. You’re very closed off, you know?” And for the first time, Nayeon actually laughs lightly.

It’s just a chuckle, nothing major but from the corner of your eyes, you can see Jimin, who’s very obviously keeping an eye on the two of you, watching your interaction intently. 

“I have my reasons,” you shrug, making her laugh stuck in her throat as soon as it started. “It's hard to put up trust. I have been through all of this several times, and no offense, but I’m glad I didn’t get my hopes up with you. We’ve seen what happens when it counts.”

“I can't tell you how ashamed I am of my behavior toward you, ___. Please, if there is anything I can do… I’ll do anything for you to forgive me,” she begs, making you roll your eyes. 

Looking at her, you groan, waving your hand in a manner to tell her to shut up. “You can start by stopping to be so damn dramatic,” you say. “I already told you I don’t like to hold grudges. Don’t make me regret it.”

You don’t have to say anything else for her to understand. She gets it. After all, Nayeon knows you don't like to be emotional, so it’s like a silent agreement between you two. 

Just don’t expect too much too soon, and we will be alright;

She almost looks like a child on Christmas morning when she bites back a grin, nodding her head understandingly. “Can I hug you?”  

“Ugh, Nayeon—” Your protesting groan is interrupted when she comes at you, taking you in a bone-crushing hug without warning. 

You keep your arms limp by your side, feeling uncomfortable when the hug lasts longer than you thought it would. Letting your eyes roam around, while you wait for her to stop crushing you. And as fate would have it, your gaze lands directly on Jimin, who is already looking at you with a soft, content smile on his face, sending a wink your way. 

You can’t believe this little fucker tricked you into making amends with Nayeon - and it worked! 

As a result, you send him a glare instead of silently telling him he’s getting it later but you only see him laugh before someone takes him away again. 

Fortunately for you, Nayeon finally decides to let you breathe again but she takes your hands in hers instead while looking at you with a creepy smile, already making you nervous about what’s about to come next. Even if you think you have an idea already. 

“So…,” she starts, dragging it out even though it’s not hard to guess what she’s about to ask. 

You can feel the panic already starting to build up inside you. 

“Jimin, huh?” She finally grins, teasingly wiggling her brows in the process. 

Now, this is exactly what you feared. You don’t want to discuss anything that has to do with Jimin, precisely Jimin and you with Nayeon. 

Not only would it be unpleasant for you to make her believe you are experiencing love when you have always loudly claimed that Jimin's infamous charm has no effect on you, but you're also not sure if she would even buy your lies. 

She knows your true opinion about Jimin, she knows your true opinion about relationships, and most importantly, she is the only one who knows both you and Jimin. 

This could go wrong pretty fast. So you must play your cards wisely. Don’t say too much, don't over-act, and keep a low profile, but tell her just enough to not make her suspicious. Easy. You got this. 

Nayeon laughs, probably sensing your discomfort while she studies your face. “I— sorry, I just… it’s hard to believe. When Jimin told me about you two, I almost choked,” she tells you, giggling with excitement. Why these news would excite her this much, you don’t quite know. But you have to admit it’s nice to see her happy like this for a change. “You need to tell me everything, okay? This is so cool, oh my God!”

You cannot help but let out a laugh as well, feeling how her hand squeezes yours so tightly. “It’s… a confusing story.”

“Oh, I bet! And you need to tell me all of it. I mean— one second you tell me you couldn’t care less about Jimin, then I disappear for a while, and next, you’re in love?!”

“We’re not 'in love',” you laugh, explicitly stressing the words while rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance. “Please do not exaggerate right away. This is… very new and very, uhm... uncertain so-”

She is quick to interrupt, having caught on to your weird choice of words while talking about the guy you're supposed to be in a relationship with.“Uncertain?” 

You cringe, already regretting your dumb choice of words. Uncertain? Really?

Clearing your throat, you shyly smile at her while you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean… not uncertain. But we’re just at the beginning, so I don’t want you to jinx it.” 

“Ah!” Nayeon grins brightly, sending you a wink. “Don’t worry about that. He’s brought you along today which tells me you must be important to him,” she winks.

Your eyes get wide just as you chuckle uncomfortably. “Yea… I bet I am,” you lie, trying to sound as promising as possible. 

“He doesn’t let just anyone meet his family, trust me. Don’t tell him I said that, but Jimin is a little momma's boy,” Nayeon falls into a fit of giggles, making you join in as well. 

“Somehow, this is not surprising at all,” you laugh along. 

You already knew how close Jimin is with his family from how he spoke about them in the past. He’s told you some basics to not completely throw you into the deep end, and you’re very thankful for that. You hope it can come in handy later at dinner when you’re finally going to be introduced formally.

“How did you two even meet?” Nayeon suddenly asks, completely throwing you off with the first question already. You never agreed on a specific story with Jimin on how you even got to this stage. 

“Oh, uhm... he came by my apartment one day. It was very random actually, but he wanted to apologize for what happened,” you say, deciding to stick with the... well, half-truth at least. It's better to give her some crumbs of what actually happened than to make some cliche romance story up in your head in a matter of a couple of seconds. This has to be the safest plan. 

Luckily, Nayeon doesn't even seem to see the slightest thing weird about this as she just nods with a stupid smile on her face. “He's always been a very conscientious guy. He felt bad about the whole thing, you know?”

This, you didn't know yet, and you gotta admit it's surprising to hear since he didn't seem that concerned when he came to you. Yes, he did apologize for his friend and he did look troubled after learning you still try to avoid people as best as you can - but he's never given you the impression of actually caring about your feelings. At least not like that. Maybe you're similar in that way, and he doesn't like to show too much emotion either. 

“Anyway, he was the last person I expected an apology from since, you know, he didn't really do anything. He was a victim too,” you explain further. “So we kinda talked for a while and started meeting up a little more, and the rest is history,” you shrug, trying to keep it as short as that, hoping she won't dig deeper. 

You feel like that should be enough. If she wants to know more, she should go and ask Jimin, to let you see if he can come up with something better. 

Thinking about that, you have no idea what story he told his parents or if he even did tell them anything, but you hope it's not something completely different. You make a mental note to ask him later, deciding not to stress too much. 

Thankfully, Nayeon seems to be happy with your answer. Either that, or she noticed how uncomfortable you are already and doesn't want to push her luck too soon, but no matter what it is, she doesn't ask further. 

Deciding to make use of the situation and take the conversation in a slightly different direction, you take the initiative to speak up again. “Any tips on how not to make a fool of myself later?” You ask, hoping maybe Nayeon can help you come off as… well, someone who's worthy of their time. 

Nayeon gives you a warm smile. “Just be yourself, ___,” she says. Noticing you’re already about to complain, she takes both of your hands in hers again and makes you look at her. “Just be the way you always are, and they’re going to love you, trust me.”

“Yeah, I kinda doubt it, actually,” you sigh. It’s not that you’re particularly worried about Jimin’s family not liking you or not wanting you to be with Jimin - that isn’t your goal anyway - you’re just nervous about getting looked down on again. It’s just not a nice feeling, and even if you won’t have to face them ever again after tomorrow, it’s still something you’d like to avoid. 

“Don’t stress too much. They’re lovely people,” she then reassures you, trying to ease your nerves. 

“I know, it’s just—” you stop yourself, biting your lip as you take a quick look around, contemplating if you really want to say it. 

Turns out you don’t need to since Nayeon gives your hands a squeeze to make you look at her. You’re surprised to see the compassionate look in her eyes as she gives you a small smile. “You’re worried they’ve heard?”

Sighing, you nod, feeling a little dumb for being so see-through, but you’re glad, Nayeon seems to understand your problem.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that if I were you,” she says, smiling when she sees the way you frown at that.

“Jimin’s sister obviously knows. She’s giving me death stares ever since we arrived,” you explain, trying to make her see your fear is valid.

“Ah, right, don’t take it to heart. She’s a teenager,” Nayeon chuckles. “She gives everyone that look and she automatically bitches at everyone too. It’s the hormones,” she shrugs. “Mijoo will probably just need to warm up to you first before she stops behaving like that, but as I said, don’t take it too personally.”

“But she obviously knows about the rumors. Jimin said she’s friends with some siblings of our classmates, so it’s a given,” you sigh. “So embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing because it's not true. None of it is.” For the first time, Nayeon’s voice is stern as she’s sporting a deep frown on her otherwise perfectly smooth face. “These rumors don’t define you, ___. You’re more than that. Don’t let them hold you back from anything. You’re funny, you’re beautiful and smart, and they will see that. It doesn’t matter what some people who have never even had the pleasure to speak to you have to say about you.”

Nayeon’s little outburst makes you smile, although it makes your heart clench when you remember that she’s trying to make you feel better while you’re lying straight to her face. You're not nervous for the reason she thinks you are. It doesn’t feel right, but you try to calm your conscience by telling yourself that you’re not actually hurting anybody by doing this. It will be over in a while, and then you can laugh about it with her. At least you hope. 

Someone getting closer to you attracts your attention from the corner of your eyes, so you turn your head just a little to see Jimin coming toward you with a bright smile on his face. 

“Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but I need to steal ___ again. There are some people left who want me to introduce her.”

“Oh, so now you’re coming back from looking at that invisible thing? To introduce me to more people,” you frown, crossing your arms in despair. “What am I to you, Park - just someone to show off?” You’re just joking and Jimin catches on, immediately playing along. 

 “Of course, you are, babe. Can’t let Nayeon be the only one lucky enough to have your attention.”

Nayeon squeals again, getting your and Jimin’s attention as you look at her questioningly. “You guys are too cute! I’ll leave you to it then, but see you later, yeah?” 

“Sure, see you at dinner,” Jimin smiles, gradually throwing his arm around your shoulders. 

You exchange a look with Nayeon, seeing how she sends you one last wink combined with a look that probably means to tell you not to stress and that everything will be fine before she walks off.

“Nayeon will be at the dinner too?” You ask Jimin, kinda hoping you didn’t misunderstand. You would feel less nervous, knowing she’ll be there too. 

“Her father is our most important business partner and long-time family friend. Our families are almost always together at every gathering there is,” Jimin explains. “Will that be a problem?” He asks, looking at you with a look in his eyes you think could be interpreted as worry. “I thought you guys looked like you talked things out. Did I misinterpret?”

“It wouldn’t be a problem,” you shake your head. “And we did get to talk, yes.” 

Jimin stares at you intently as if he’s waiting for you to spill the beans, but you’re keeping him in suspense for now. “You planned that pretty well, huh? I would like to smack you, but that huge knife in my back hinders me from moving too much,” you grunt, pursing your lips to a pout. 

He has the audacity to laugh while tightening his grip around you. “Ah, I was only trying to help. Don’t be mad, please.” 

Honestly, you expected him to throw a witty remark your way, complain about you being extra, or even deny having planned all that, but he looks a little remorseful as he admits it. 

“I knew Nayeon wanted to talk to you badly, but she didn’t know how to approach you and even if you would never admit it, I knew you were aching for her to make amends too,” he confesses, raking his hand through his hair to get some loose strands out of his face in the process. “Wasn’t sure if I’d be going too far but guessed it’d be worth a try. And hey… you didn’t kill her, so please don’t kill me either, alright?” He offers you a wide grin, but his eyes are pleading for forgiveness. 

You must admit, seeing him in this position does something to you. It brings you inner peace to see him so restless and insecure while he waits for you to say something. So you drag it out just a little longer for your own pleasure before you redeem him. 

“Thank you,” you finally mutter, letting your eyes wander as you fight against this inner urge to gag due to having to thank him for going behind your back. “She apologized, and we got to talk things out, thanks to you. I’m still mad at you for doing this without my permission, but I guess you did the right thing this time.”

And again, Jimin doesn’t ruin the moment with a stupid comment or joke, teasing you about being right. He just accepts what you said with a nod and a kind smile. 

“Just happy I could help,” he says in a soft voice. “You both deserve better than that. Can’t help to have allies, right?”

You don’t get to say anything else to that because Jimin finally drags you along to meet the other people he wanted to introduce you to. 

Another half hour passes by, filled with business talk you don’t understand until you finally get a break again. 

“I know this is boring for you, and it is for me too, but I would be very grateful to you if you wouldn’t make it that obvious when we’re talking to someone,” Jimin grunts holding your hand a little too tight. 

“Okay, I get your irritation, but I swear that yawn came out of nowhere. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful,” you explain, trying to swallow the little laugh that’s waiting to come out. “It is boring, though, I’m not gonna lie. How did Yeji do this?” you suddenly ask, not thinking about your words and freezing when you hear her name leave your lips. 

You still don’t know if it’s okay to talk about her in front of Jimin, or not. He usually reacts irritated whenever he crosses her path and therefore you’re walking on eggshells around him when she is mentioned. This time, your mouth was just a little faster than your brain. 

“Well, according to recent events and accumulation of information, I guess she probably compensated by fucking my best friend whenever she got the time to.”

He sounds careless, but you easily notice his clenched jaw. 

You clear your throat and look to the floor in shame, quickly apologizing.

“It's okay,” he grins, easing your nerves. “You don’t have to tiptoe around me, you know?.”

“It’s just that I don’t know what’s going on with you at all,” you try to explain. “You don’t talk much about her.”

To this day you still don’t know much about Yeji and Jimin as a couple; how he feels about the situation, how he found out, and so on. 

Yes, he seems to be mad at her, of course, but when he came to you, asking you to be his girlfriend, you kinda figured it was to win her back. He never gave you another reason for him to want to do this, so you’re just really confused. But he never wants to talk about it either, so it’s no wonder you don’t know how to act in front of him when it comes o his ex-girlfriend. 

“It doesn’t really matter, that’s why.” 

You’re just about to contradict and tell him that it actually does matter - especially since you happen to be a part of this, but Jimin is quick to interrupt. “While we’re at it, I would also really appreciate it if you could stop flirting with my cousin the next time he talks to you,” he says, as always, changing the topic before he has to say more. 

“But he’s so cute!” you huff, dramatically kicking your head back as you whine. “And he was the one who started flirting, just so you know.”

“I do know. I was standing right beside you if you forgot,” he glares, looking at you with irritation clear on his face. “Doesn’t mean you can just shamelessly flirt back.”

“Do you know if he is single?” you ask, obviously not having listened to anything he just said, which makes Jimin’s frown even more prominent. 

“Would you stop that?” he grumbles, looking straight at you. “Why would you care if he’s single when you aren’t even single yourself?”

Pursing your lips you hide a grin, happy you found a new way to tease him. “Well, technically, I am—”

“Well, technically, you’re not. Now stop this nonsense. We’re on a mission,” he snaps, clearly done with your conversation. 

Figuring you’ve annoyed him enough, for now, you quietly laugh to yourself as you let him drag you with him to your next destination.

The dinner finally came after endless hours of meeting and talking to people. Even though you were nervous about it, you couldn’t wait for it to happen since you were dying of boredom and hunger. 

Just as Nayeon had predicted, you sure were stressing without reason because Jimin’s parents are exceptionally kind. Almost too kind to be successful business people, but then again, all your knowledge comes from movies and some would say that’s not a reliable source.

Anyway, you’re having fun, and Jimin seems to be happy too - at least he hasn’t kicked you under the table or squeezed your hand too tight for a while now, which tells you you’re not performing too bad. 

Nayeon is sitting on the other end of this abnormally large table with her family so there’s no chance for you to communicate, or even properly hear her, but she sends you comforting smiles from time to time which you appreciate a lot.

But your nervousness has long gone, thanks to Jimin’s mom and dad, who made sure to give you a warm welcome and include you in every conversation from the very beginning to avoid making you uncomfortable.

Of course, both of them ask you questions from time to time, which you already knew would happen because they wanted to get to know you for a reason. But none of the questions asked were inappropriate, embarrassed you, or had anything to do with any rumors. 

On top of that, the food was simply fantastic. You are sure that you have never eaten better in your life, nor that you will ever eat so well again. You even have to stop yourself from longingly looking after the empty plates that the staff clears before serving the dessert almost immediately afterward. 

It’s a fancy little cake, glazed with what looks like chocolate and garnished with strawberries and blueberries. It’s almost too pretty to eat, but you don’t even get the chance to look at it for more than a few seconds before Jimin calls for one of the waitresses and makes you, and everybody else, look at him instead. 

“Hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but would it be possible to ask for one that has grapes instead of strawberries? I know you offer several variants, but only if it’s not too much of a hassle,” Jimin politely asks, giving the waitress his brightest, most charming smile.

The poor girl looks like she’s about to faint, not even being able to hold Jimin’s gaze for more than a millisecond and still blushing like crazy. She doesn’t even get one word out, just nods shyly before walking off as soon as she can.

You cannot help but laugh internally because it was cute, even if you feel a little sorry for her.

“Since when do you not like strawberries anymore?” Mijoo, Jimin’s sister, asks loudly, looking a little irritated. 

“I do,” Jimin shrugs, not really paying further attention to Mijoo’s bothered look. “But ___ doesn’t.”

And suddenly, all eyes are on you, and you look at Jimin in disbelief, wondering if you heard right. He’s just briefly smiling at you but doesn’t elaborate any further. 

“What?” You ask, trying to cover your confusion with an uneasy laugh. 

“Hm? Is that not the truth?” 

“Yes, it is. I’m allergic to strawberries, so I don’t eat them,” you confirm, still feeling everyone’s eyes on you, making you uncomfortable. You’re almost sure this is your punishment for laughing at the waitress earlier. “I didn’t know I’d told you about that.”

You weren't going to say anything, not wanting to be a bother, and if it had been up to you, it wouldn't have been necessary to send the dessert back either. You could have just left out the strawberries like you always do. 

Jimin softly chuckles. “You didn’t, but one doesn’t have to be a genius to notice that about you,” he says. “Whenever we're out, and you're eating anything with strawberries, you always leave them, but you keep stealing the grapes out of my fruit salad. Don't think I haven't noticed.”

You’re baffled, to say the least. Everything he said is the truth but… not in a million years would you have thought he was paying enough attention to you to notice that about you. Him noticing you're stealing the grapes from his ritual Monday morning fruit salad might not be hard to believe, but the strawberry thing? You don’t even know what to say. 

Feeling the embarrassment creeping up and your ears getting hot already, you tear your eyes from Jimin as you clear your throat. You quickly look at Nayeon, who is already giving you a knowing smile. 

Luckily for you, the waitress comes back soon after to bring you your dessert, so you (and everybody else) are now occupied with eating instead.

“Thank you,” you quietly mutter, only for him to hear, seeing how Jimin sends a wink your way.

You mostly eat in silence, letting everybody carry on different conversations while you’re too much in your head. 

To most people, the strawberry incident probably wouldn’t be such a big deal, but it is to you. It makes you think how little you actually know about Jimin. You never made an effort to learn anything about him, which hasn't bothered you before. Hell, you didn't even know! But now that you have talked a bit with the people in his life, it has become very noticeable. You can only hope nobody else noticed. 

You never thought much of it either, since what you're having isn't a real relationship, so why get to know each other. Well, apparently, that hasn’t stopped Jimin from noticing subtle things about you, which now just makes you feel bad that you didn’t know what kind of business his family has and it occurs to you just now, that you don’t even know when his birthday is. 

You know he eats a fruit salad every Monday morning, likes his family, and despises Jungkook, but that's it.

Maybe you should work on that.

You’re alone, just strolling around after dinner since everyone had something else to do. The first person you meet is Mijoo, who is currently sitting at the huge pool and letting her feet dangle in the water.

That she's not exactly keen on getting to know you, you’ve already noticed, and that’s okay, you guess. But for some reason, you don't want to leave without giving her the chance to see that you are not the person people make you out to be. 

Maybe it really only has something to do with your honor, but you don't want to leave things between you like this.

After thinking about it for a short while, you slowly walk over to her and sit down next to her. 

“Is it okay with you if I keep you company for a while?” you ask, giving her a small smile when she turns her head to look at you. “Everybody else is busy, and I was a little bored.”

She shrugs before averting her gaze back into the water. “Pretty pointless to ask when you're already sitting down anyway.”

You cannot help but snort at her sly remark, nodding your head in the process. “Fair point. But I can leave if you don’t want me here. No hard feelings, I promise,” you grin. 

Yes, admittedly, Mijoo is hard to approach and not the least bit as open and friendly as her parents, but Nayeon is right - she is just a teenager, driven by hormones. You would be lying if you said you couldn't remember that time. 

That's why you don't resent her behavior. 

How could you if you were a nightmare during your angsty teenage years as well?

Mijoo lets out an annoyed sigh but shakes her head anyway, showing you you’re allowed to stay. 

For a while, you’re just sitting in comfortable silence. You enjoy the warm water around your feet while letting your eyes roam the area. The Park property is truly beautiful. You knew they were rich, but this is just amazing. A tiny smile forms on your lips when you take it all in. And then your eyes fall on someone standing a little farther away talking to some guys. 

“That’s your boyfriend, right?”

You watch how Mijoo rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed by you trying to make conversation. 

You already know that it’s him. Not to be mean, but Jimin's description of his appearance was.... strangely on point. You would never say it out loud, though. 

“Did Jimin send you here to talk to me?” she snaps, eyes forming to slits.

A chuckle breaks through your lips at her snarky tone. “No, I promise he didn’t,” you say truthfully, smiling at her. “I really just didn’t have anyone to talk to for a while, so I decided to come down and talk to you since we didn't really have the chance to get to know each other yet.” 

She doesn’t even look at you and doesn’t say a word, so you wait for a while before you start talking again. 

“You don’t like me very much,” you state, not even feeling the need to ask since there’s no point in asking a question you already know the answer to. 

Gladly, but unsurprisingly, Mijoo doesn’t even try to convince you otherwise. “I heard some stuff about you.”

You didn't expect her to hit you with the truth so soon, but you're pleasantly surprised, to say the least. Yes, getting the harsh truth can hurt sometimes, but you prefer it instead of being lied to.

“Yea, I bet you have,” you quietly chuckle, letting your feet dangle inside the water. “People sure have a lot to say about me.”

Mijoo clears her throat, seemingly also surprised by you not trying to deny anything either. “And is it true? The stuff they say?” 

You look into the water, eyes following the small waves the movements of your feet are causing before shrugging your shoulders. You lean your head to the side as you grin at her. “What do you think?”

She seems a little perplexed, but she clears her throat and averses her gaze from you, probably preferring to not look at you right now. “I think, I don’t know you enough to form a final opinion on you.“ 

She looks down at her feet in the water while she says it, making you smile yourself. This family really is something else. 

“Hm, Maybe we could try to get to know each other a little better, and then I’ll ask you again,” you suggest, biting your lip. 

You’re not sure, but it kind of feels like the ice is slowly about to break. Or at least it's getting warmer.

For the first time since you’ve met her, you think you see the ghost of a smile appear on her otherwise stoic face while she stares into the water, but it’s gone as soon as it came. It still makes you a little happy, letting you catch some hope that you might be making process with her. 

“Maybe,” she shrugs, trying to act careless, but you can see her relax in your presence. It makes you immensely proud of yourself. 

“I may not know you,” she then says. “But I do know my brother. And Jimin wouldn’t be with you if the things they say about you were the truth. Or at least… if you were a bad person.”

You nod, pouting your lips. “Guess you will just have to find out then. Who knows, maybe you will end up liking me,” you say with a teasing tone in your voice while Mijoo’s face stays serious. 

“I liked Yeji. Didn’t turn out too well either,” she then states, making the teasing smile on your face disappear as soon as it came. 

Feeling a little uncomfortable, you clear your throat and straighten your back. 

“Considering what I’ve heard about you, I really hope Jimin knows what he’s doing and that the things they say about you really aren’t true, or else you and I will have a big problem.”

You can’t even be mad at her for telling you this because it somehow warms your heart to see her so protective of her big brother. It’s much like the day Jimin told you about her and mentioned he didn’t want her to get hurt. You always wished for a relationship like that with someone. A sibling, a friendship… but you never had the chance to make that kind of connection with someone. 

It’s good to see something like this exist outside of movies and books. 

“You know what? That’s fair. I promise I won’t disappoint you - or him,” you grin slightly, trying to ease the tension again. 

She doesn’t say anything to that anymore but seems to accept it, and you fall back into silence. The next time it gets disrupted isn’t because of you, but surprisingly it’s Mijoo, who starts speaking first, startling you just a little since you didn’t expect it from her. 

“I know you said Jimin didn’t ask you to talk to me, but I already know he vented to you about Chanyeol. And if it should occur to you anyway, don't even try to tell me anything. I don’t want to have this conversation with you. I know what I’m doing,” she informs you, still suspicious of your true intentions in talking to her.

You can't help but laugh at that, seeing how on point she is with her guess about Jimin. She really knows him well. “Ah, no. Don’t misinterpret, please,” you start. “Jimin definitely asked me to talk to you, but I refused,” you admit, thinking it’s best to be as honest as you can with her. It’s pretty obvious she is very attentive to her surroundings and knows Jimin better than anyone else, so she wouldn’t believe you anyway. 

“Oh?” For some reason, she looks as if she did not expect this answer from you. “How come you didn't wanna do it?”

Letting out a loud, exaggerated sigh, you lean back on your hands again and enjoy the view of the sun slowly setting in front of you. “I’m really the last person to give advice to others if it’s about relationships or guys in general,” you explain. “I’m a mess in that field,” you giggle. 

Mijoo once again doesn’t reply with words and gives you a nod, silently telling you she's listening. 

“Besides, I can't take the liberty of telling you anything about your boyfriend when I don't really know either of you.”

“Good. I agree with you,” she coughs. It’s probably not what she expected to hear, but she seems to share your opinion, so you guess this was the right answer. 

You are happy you can be honest in that aspect at least. It’s a shame you already have to lie about everything else, but that’s not your concern now. Although you had a hard time getting used to lying to these people that are treating you with so much kindness, it’s Jimin’s family, so it must (or at least should) be even harder for him. Especially since he is so close with them. 

Luckily, you don’t get to spend much more thought on that since Mijoo continues to talk not soon after, and the first thing that comes to her mind is complaining to you about how annoying Jimin is which kinda makes you laugh. 

“For real. Why can’t he just shut up and keep his nose out of my business for once?” She groans. “I have never interfered in his affairs like that because unlike him, I can show some respect.”

You guess Jimin is more intrusive than you would have thought when it comes to his sister and her boyfriend, and for some reason that doesn't surprise you one bit.

“He just cares about you, Mijoo,” you try to explain without interfering too much. You don’t want her to think you’re taking Jimin’s side because as you already told him at the party, you think it would be best to just let her be. But you feel the need to show her he’s not acting out of cruelty. 

“Jimin knows how guys are at your age. Well, not that they’re any better at our age, to be honest, but he really loves you and doesn’t want you to end up being hurt,” you try to explain. “Honestly, I would kill to have someone like that in my life. I always wanted to have an older brother. Really could have used a Jimin when I was your age or even now,” you chuckle, imagining what your life would have been like if you had had someone like him at Mijoo’s age.

“Oh,” she says, probably sensing your conversation suddenly got a bit too private and you feel it too, even if that was not your intention. You got a little off track it seems.

“But… at least you have Jimin now.” She sounds confused, making your alarm bells go off because you realize you let your cover slip for just a second. “I’m sure he cares about you just as much.” 

You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure as you muster a smile back on your face. “Yea. Sure. He does, of course…” you try to smile at her, but it stopped being sincere. “I just mean… I wish I would have met him sooner.”

You both stay silent for quite some time after, but other than the times before, this time feels uncomfortable to you. Your little slip-up makes you nervous and stressed. Yes, it wasn’t anything big, but you’re not sure if that is already enough to make Mijoo suspicious.

“He thinks very highly of you, you know?” She suddenly breaks the silence. It’s almost pathetic how fast your head turns to look at her after she said that, and you can’t be sure because of the poor light source, but you think she almost smiled at that.

“Why do you think that?” You ask, almost instantly wanting to smack yourself again for sounding so doubtful. 

Would an actual girlfriend react so surprised? 

“Well, for starters, because he literally begged me to not tell our parents any of the things going around about you,” she shrugs. “Not because he’s ashamed of you - he wouldn’t have brought you here if that was the case - but because he didn't want their impression of you to be affected by that. He wanted them to get to know you as you really are because he knew they would like you. Plus, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.” 

She’s saying all that so carelessly while you must look completely baffled with your eyes big and your mouth hanging open. 

“He really said all that?”

“All that and a couple more things, but I stopped listening because I felt uncomfortable in that lovey-dovey situation,” she says, cringing right after.

You laugh, shaking your head at her, knowing pretty damn well that she completely misinterpreted, but you’re still surprised he would do that for you. He also didn’t tell you about it, which you don’t quite understand, but he must have his reasons, and you're not going to dwell on that. 

Thankfully you don't get the chance to do that anyway because Mijoo makes sure to speak up again. “Well, hopefully, he doesn't have the time to annoy me that much anymore since he has you now to keep his mind off of my relationship,” she sighs, making her annoyance with her brother known. “Last month at one of our family get-togethers, he gave Chanyeol a pack of condoms, trying to embarrass us,” she rages.

“Jimin gave condoms to your boyfriend?” You ask, amazed because you would have never thought of that. A voucher for a visit to the hairdresser, maybe; a pair of pants that will cover his butt, perhaps, but condoms?

“He bought them in the smallest size possible just to embarrass him. Such a typical unfunny joke from Jimin, I swear. It was nothing but another excuse to annoy us both,” she explains.

Pressing your lips together, you nod your head a little. “That sounds more like him, to be honest.” You know this isn't supposed to be funny, and Mijoo's obvious annoyance is more than enough evidence. But it's hard to keep a straight face. 

Please. It is a little funny okay?

“Don't worry, they were probably just leftovers from his own stash,” you joke, forgetting who you're talking to for a moment. It only occurs to you when you hear her laugh loudly beside you, almost making you fall into the pool from the unexpected reaction.

“Why didn't I think of that come back then? Oh, what a waste,” she complains while still giggling loudly. 

Although you're happy you got this big of a reaction out of her for a change, you do regret making that joke in the first place. Joking about your supposed boyfriend's small dick in front of his underage sister. You're sure Jimin wouldn't find that funny, but oh well. He isn't here.

“Happy to help, but don't tell him I said that,” you chuckle.

It seems like most of the tension between you and Mijoo evaporated shortly after. And even if you feel a tiny bit bad it happened at Jimin's expense, you're happy for yourself. 

What they say must be true, after all; nothing brings two people closer together than a common enemy.

About an hour later, you’re sitting in front of a bonfire with Jimin, Nayeon, and Mijoo while tightly wrapped in a blanket because the fire wasn’t enough for you to get warm. 

Everybody else has already left, but the four of you decided to hang out a little longer. 

Mijoo’s boyfriend had to leave as well, much to Jimin’s joy, but you managed to make him shut up about it before the siblings could get into a fight. 

For the past half hour, you found yourselves talking about different things, laughing about stupid stories either of you told, and well… getting a little drunk it seems. 

“Okay, my turn, uhm…” Jimin thinks for a while before he starts chuckling to himself and looks at his sister. “Hey, do you remember the wedding we attended a couple years ago? The one where the bride almost had a stroke because her sister - the first bridesmaid - was nowhere to be found while she should have been there already?” Jimin asks her, seeing her nod her head. 

“Of course I do!” Mijoo laughs. “Wasn’t she locked up in the bathroom or something?” She asks while trying to get her own memory going. 

Jimin grins widely, taking a big gulp from his beer bottle before he nods briefly. “Yeah, that was the official story she told everyone,” he chuckles, looking mischievous. “The truth, however, is that she was busy sucking me off behind the chapel.”

Almost instantly the two girls start to groan and complain loudly, making gagging noises and sending deep frowns his way. 

“Jimin!“ Nayeon exclaims, rolling her eyes. “This is so disrespectful towards ___.” 

“What? Why?” he asks, seemingly confused, looking at you to see you looking just as confused.

“Because you don’t brag about past hookups in front of your girlfriend. That’s common sense,” Mijoo agrees, looking at her brother with a stern look. 

Jimin pouts at you, squeezing your sides lightly while his arm is wrapped around you ever since you sat down on his lap. You saw Mijoo doing the same with her boyfriend earlier, and since it occurred to you that Jimin is putting way more work into this whole fake dating thing than you, you decided this would be a good idea. He didn’t seem to complain.

“Is that true? Are you jealous, babe?” Jimin then asks teasingly referring to Nayeon and Mijoo’s words. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing loudly before fixing your eyes on his own. “I might not look like it, but I’m raging inside,” you say, trying to look as serious as possible before you and Jimin simultaneously burst into laughter. 

“If this isn’t a match made in heaven.” You hear Mijoo mutter quietly, but you both don’t react to it, too caught up in your drunken giggles about things you probably wouldn’t find as funny if you were completely sober. 

Wiping a tear from the corner of your eye from laughing so hard, you clear your throat before looking at the other two girls. “Alright, it’s my turn now so uhm… who wants to hear the story about how I lost my virginity?” you boldly ask, excitedly looking around. 

“Me!” Jimin immediately yells into your ear, sounding just as eager to hear your story as you are to tell it. Unfortunately, he seems to be the only one since Nayeon and Mijoo are starting to get up, muttering something about needing to leave. 

“Hey, no! Come on, guys. I swear it’s a funny story!” you whine, trying to make them stay. 

“And this is my cue to go to bed,” Nayeon says, grinning at you before her eyes turn stern when she looks at Jimin. “Take care of her tonight and get her home save tomorrow, you hear me?”

“Yes, Ma’m,” Jimin salutes, making the both of you fall into a fit of giggles again. 

Nayeon sighs but still smiles at the two of you. “Come on, Mijoo, I think it’s time we leave the two alone. Talk to you later, ___, okay?” She sends you a hopeful smile, to which you only nod and give her a thumbs up, making her chuckle at your drunken stupidity.

“So, about that story,” Jimin starts a couple of minutes after you two got abandoned by the girls and you still haven’t spilled the beans, reminding you of what you actually wanted to talk about. 

“Right!” you exclaim, smacking your forehead when you remember. “Oh God, that was so funny,” you giggle. “I mean, it wasn’t at that moment, but now, several years later and after a lot worse things happened, I can wholeheartedly laugh at this failure.”

Jimin only gives you a warm smile, absently pulling the blanket back over your suddenly exposed shoulder without you even noticing.  

“So it happened with my first-ever boyfriend,” you begin, grinning up at him with big, glistening eyes that reflect the fire just perfectly. “We just kind of… decided to do it in his room after school on a random Wednesday-”

“The classic,” Jimin nods. “Personally, I would prefer a Friday, but who am I to judge.”

He’s just teasing you, quietly laughing to himself when you get frustrated for forgetting where you were after he interrupted you and the way a frown replaces the excited look you previously had in your eyes.

It doesn’t last for that long, and you’re quickly back on track, continuing your story. Even if Jimin thought it was funny, he decides to not tease you again and just let you speak - even if it’s very tempting. 

“Okay, so we’re doing it alright?” you gulp, sipping from the wine glass in your hand. “And then, all of a sudden, his mom just… barges in!” 

“No way!” Jimin laughs, kicking his head back, accidentally squeezing you even tighter against him in the meantime. 

“Yes, way! But the disturbing part is that he... came. In those exact two seconds, his mom was watching,” you say, both in horror and amusement from remembering the sheer embarrassment you felt that day. “Just like that. No warning.”

“What!” Jimin almost falls over in laughter, shifting in his seat and slightly making you grab onto him tighter because it felt like you’re falling off his lap for a second. “You’re shitting me. There is no way it actually went down like this.”

“No! I swear that’s what happened,” you giggle, shrugging innocently as if you didn’t just tell him about your boyfriend nutting while his mother was watching the two of you.

“And then what happened? What did she do?” He asks, still interested but also kinda grossed out by the images making their way into his head. 

“She yelped and ran off,” you shrug. “And I never went back to that house ever again,” you explain while cringing. “This is so typical for me, I swear. The whole thing lasted no more than three minutes, and yet she had to barge in at that very moment,” you groan, shaking your head in disbelief. You have always been haunted by bad luck, it seems.

Jimin barely holds it together, and his laugh is just too contagious for you to be embarrassed by old memories. 

“Three minutes?” he then scoffs after his laughter has died down. “Not to brag or anything, but I could at least give you four.”

You gasp, shifting your body a little on his lap to face him better. “Four whole minutes, Park? That'd be like… my new personal record.” 

Jimin laughs again, his face coming even closer. “That’s sad, ___.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” you sigh. “It’s hard being a woman, having an interest in men.”

He grins brightly, hugging you closer. “Either that, or you just have bad taste.”

“We all know about my bad taste, Park. You don’t always have to remind me,” you roll your eyes. “I prefer to put the blame on others like any real adult would.”

You’re averting your gaze from the fire that’s slowly starting to go out, not looking at him for a mere second, but when you look back at him, something has changed. 

Your faces are suddenly so close, and you can't even remember when that happened, but he's so close that you can clearly feel his breath on your lips. You watch his tongue dart out for a mere second as it runs over his bottom lip, and you find yourself mesmerized by it. 

Jimin is suddenly so still too, not moving at all, and if you weren't so busy looking at his lips, you'd notice him staring at yours the same way.

Slowly, carefully, his free hand - the one that isn’t already holding your waist to keep you secure on his lap - slides up to your face to get rid of a strand of hair that had just fallen into your eye, and he dips his head just a bit. Then, just as slowly and carefully, he leans in, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you want to.

But you don't. You don’t move at all. You don’t even know what’s going on, have no idea when the atmosphere shifted from joking about past hookups to… this. But you’re curious. You're curious to see what he’s willing to do.

When his lips finally make contact with yours, it's gentle and soft. He kisses you delicately, almost as though you're made of glass. It feels different from your first kiss. This time there's no one watching, no one to prove anything to, and if you were completely sober, this kiss would probably confuse you a lot more than the first one did.

The hand on your side roams, finding your curves and squeezing all of them gently, making goosebumps form on your skin. Jimin pulls back to take a breath, even in the dim light, you can see his lips are swollen from the kiss, and he's staring at you with dark eyes.

“Shall we go inside?” he asks. 

You nod, silently standing up and waiting for him to put the fire out completely before he comes over to you, sporting a handsome smile on his face as he takes your hand and leads you all the way into the house. 

You don’t remember how it started, or who implied it, but you don’t even make it entirely up to his room before you’re kissing again, clumsily stumbling up the stairs and giggling whenever one of you accidentally bumps against a random piece of furniture.

Once inside his room with the door shut behind you, he carelessly throws his dress jacket over an armchair before stepping closer to you once again. You simply just watch his every move, not backing away in the slightest with your eyes fixed solely on his as one of his fingers tilts your chin up.

You can feel goosebumps rise up on your arms again as he kisses you sweetly, touching you without the blanket blocking his fingers from your skin as he backs you up until your legs bump against a small dresser. Within a second, he has you sitting on it while he settles between your legs, kissing you with more force than before.

There is no tongue this time, but it feels more intense than the kiss you shared before and it's making your head spin.

But you must seem to have misinterpreted his eagerness to kiss you because the moment you let your hands wander over his toned chest and down to his belt, he is quick to stop your movements altogether.

He pulls back to take a breath, and when your eyes flutter open in confusion, there is a soft smile adorning his face.

“Why not?” you ask, trying to make him come closer again, but he doesn’t budge. 

Jimin only smiles as he looks at you, looking into your big, glassy eyes while you look at him in question. 

“Because you’re drunk, ___.”

You groan, stubbornly shaking your head. You keep your arms around his neck while trying to reason with him. “So what? You’re drunk too, so it doesn’t matter.”

“I’m not as drunk as you. Not in the slightest,” he chuckles, smiling down at you just as you let out a big huff in annoyance. “I won’t take advantage of you like that. That wouldn’t be okay, and if you weren’t so drunk, I know you would agree.”

“Why do you always say that? I’m not that drunk,” you argue.

Jimin only grins, seemingly amused by your irritation. “You haven’t said anything mean to me in the past couple of hours, babygirl. That’s not normal.” 

There it is. That stupid pet name you hate so much. He hasn't called you that all day and him using it right now, tells you the moment passed and that he's determined to not let anything happen tonight.

“Ugh, of all the times you could have chosen to be a decent guy, you choose now? That‘s such a typical move from you. Anything to annoy me.” 

He chuckles, carefully reaching for your hands to move them away from around him. “I promise, if you still want it tomorrow morning, I will be the last person to not immediately be up for it.”

You pout, not willing to give up so easily. “I think we should allow ourselves a little reward for… being such good actors.” you propose trying to persuade him again, even if it obviously won’t have any use. He made up his mind, and as he said earlier, if you were sober, you would agree with him. 

Jimin only grins but still withdraws further from you, making your pout even bigger in the process. “I’m completely with you on that one, but still - not in this state. Please understand.”

“Ugh, whatever,” you scoff, hopping off the counter and stumbling over to his bed before landing face-first inside it and rolling over with a groan. “Why would I want sex with you if I could just spend those four minutes sleeping?”

Jimin laughs as you feel the mattress dip when he joins you. “Look at you being such a horny little brat,” he smirks, looking down at your annoyed face. 

“Stop talking to me like that if you’re not going to do anything about it,” you mutter, rolling on your side so you don’t face him any longer. 

“Alright, I’m gonna go take a quick shower. You can go to sleep if you want to but you should take off your make-up first and get out of this dress, so you feel more comfortable.” Jimin then says, just as you hear him shuffling around in his closet. “I'll lay out a few things for you for the night. As soon as I'm gone, you can change in peace.”

Even if you’re suddenly almost too tired to move, you listen to him and do what he asked you to do. You sleepily wiggle out of your dress and hang it over a chair so it won’t get too many crinkles, and lastly, find your bag and take out a few makeup wipes.

You don’t notice Jimin coming back into the room and joining you in his bed only a short while later because you’re already fast asleep. You also don’t notice him being the one to put the blanket over your shivering body because you were too sleepy to notice. 

“Sure. Not drunk at all,” Jimin chuckles to himself after he has you neatly tucked in and makes himself comfortable as well, soon falling asleep too.

You wake up from a pounding pain in your head. Profoundly confused by the unfamiliar surroundings you find yourself in, you take a moment to look around and remember you’re still in Jimin's parents' house. 

Turning around, you’re engulfed in warmth, undoubtedly coming from the man who’s still sleeping soundly beside you, but with enough space between your bodies to keep you from finding yourselves in an awkward position. 

Frankly enough, Jimin - although still asleep - looks much more rested than you feel right now. 

You groan slightly, slowly sitting up and holding your aching head, the bright sunlight shining through the window not being of any help either. Your eyes scan the room carefully, taking in every little detail. But it’s not until they land on Jimin’s dress jacket, carelessly thrown over the black armchair, barely hanging on, that flashbacks from last night come rushing back into your brain. 

Ho-ly shit. 

Quickly covering your mouth with both your hands to prevent yourself from making any sounds that might end up waking the peacefully sleeping man beside you up, you slowly let yourself sink back into your pillow, hoping for it to swallow you whole and never let you go again. 

You wanted him to sleep with you. No - even worse! You asked him to sleep with you multiple times, and he refused! Could it be any more humiliating?

Okay yes, if you really would have ended up sleeping with him, that would be even worse, but this right here - that’s the second worst scenario you can think of. 

And you made out. Again. And this time, it was not to make anyone believe you're together because there was no one there. You have absolutely no excuse for making out, but it happened. What. The. Fuck.

You can’t believe you did that. You could kick your own ass for being so stupid and letting it come this far. What the fuck is wrong with you?

And more importantly - how are you ever going to face him again? He is never going to let you forget about that, you’re sure. 

As if your inner turmoil with yourself about your inconceivable stupidity has transferred into the outside world, Jimin suddenly begins to stir next to you. You notice him slowly waking up, and it makes your heart almost explode inside your chest from anxiety. 

“Hey, good morning.”

You turn your head a little, seeing Jimin’s puffy eyes already fixed on you and a tired smile resting on his lips. 

“Morning.”

“Sleep well?” He asks, adjusting his weight a little to hold his head with his arm up to look at you better. 

You only nod, offering him a tight-lipped smile before your body reminds you of the current state you’re in. “My head is killing me, though.” 

Chuckling quietly, Jimin wordlessly gets out of bed to walk to a little mini fridge at the far end of his room - you hadn’t even noticed it being there. He takes out a small water bottle, comes back to you, and quickly rummages through the bedside table before handing you the bottle and a pill. 

“Good thing I’m prepared,” he winks, this time deciding to sit next to you and watch you while you eagerly take the pill and a sip from your water. Feeling the cool liquid going down your throat makes you feel much better, and you thank him before settling back into your pillow, waiting for the medication to kick in before you decide to get up. 

“So…” 

You raise a brow looking at Jimin, who is also looking at you expectantly.

“So?” you ask, not knowing what he’s on about.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” 

You gulp, trying to hide your embarrassment somehow by averting your gaze elsewhere and hoping he won’t notice. You should have known he won't be subtle about it - it's Jimin, after all - but you still hoped he wouldn't ask about it the second he wakes up. If there is one thing you don’t want, it’s having to discuss what happened last night. But considering you were clearly drunk, this could be used to your advantage. 

Getting back into your Hollywood-like acting skills, you furrow your brows as you shake your head. “What do you mean, did anything happen?” 

Jimin intensely looks at you, trying to read you and see whether you’re lying. You feel very uncomfortable under his intense gaze. “No. Forget I said anything.” A corner of his mouth raises up in a half-smile, implying that there's more he wants to say but decides against it.

Not that you give him the chance to anyway because you quickly waddle out of bed, getting as much distance between you two as you can. “Is it okay if I take a shower?” 

He nods, telling you where to find fresh towels and other stuff you might need before watching you leave into his bathroom and close the door behind you. 

He knows you’re lying, he doesn’t even have to waste a thought on it because you’re that obvious. Or maybe you aren’t, and he has just gotten better at reading you but he's sure that you know exactly what happened yesterday.

And it probably shouldn’t, but you not telling him the truth and making up some lie about not remembering anything, really bothers him for some reason.

However, it shows that he has done the right thing by not giving in to you because you could not have made it more clear that it was purely the alcohol talking last night.

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[blue-jisungs]

can u pls make a e2l with jeonghan? it can be however u want! also female reader pls pls

soup&&confession

a/n. i’ll do you one better: friends to enemies to lovers. i hope you like it, i kinda… got carried away with it…

also if you noticed that my recent works are academic-themed… sorry 😭 it’s my last year and finals are coming so i gotta cope with stress LMAOO

summary. you didn’t think that someone would see your breakdown. and above all, you didn’t think that this someone would be jeonghan, your academic rival.

warnings. cursing lol!! mention of skipping meals and sleep, not a warning but seungkwan and jimin (bts) cameo (bc he was the only k-pop star who’s jeonghan’s age i could think of😭)

words. ~2700

your leg was bouncing up and down under the desk, your eyes glued to the professor. jeonghan though, was focused on you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“what? are you nervous that you failed or something?” he cooed and you snapped your gaze towards him.

“pft, no” a lie “i was studying” another lie.

jeonghan rose his eyebrow in a cocky manner and stretched lazily.

“mhm. then you don’t mind if i can offer you bringing your test to you?” he asked.

“oh, you’re such a gentleman. no thank you, i can do it myself” you sent him a fake smile and stood up. the class was dismissed so you took your bag and rushed to get your test. you heard jeonghan following you, so you sped up.

the truth was that you didn’t even remember how all that bickering with him started. he’s just your academic rival. you were friends since high school and okay, he was your first crush but collage changed both of you. and things weren’t the same as they used to.

you grabbed your test off the desk and rushed out from the classroom, taking a glance at it. 61/100 points. you felt disappointed but frankly speaking, you didn’t study that much.

lately you felt overwhelmed by everything. not only tests and exams but also your job. and the winter season also made your mood worse. not to mention jeonghan always bugging you.

“so?”

you turned around, surprised. before you realised who it was, you saw dark spots appear in front of your eyes. your knees suddenly felt weak so you wanted to grab something, anything. and it happened to be someone’s arm.

“hey, what the fuck are you–”

jeonghan. great.

you tilted your head down, blinking, as if was supposed to make your vision come back to normal quicker. your other hand tightened on the test, crumpling it.

jeonghan on the other hand, was concerned. were you alright? obviously, he isn’t dumb. and besides, he’s known you for a while now. when you wore thick layers of makeup he knew that you have bags under your eyes. the way you tried to play it off when you dozed off during lecture or just your behaviour in general. something was going on.

“you scared me, idiot. i turned too quickly” you hissed and looked up, apparently back to normal. you caught his stare on you, jaw clenched “what did you want?”

“nothing” he snarled, walking away. what a guy.

you went to the library, finding your usual spot at the end of the room. it wasn’t filled with people so you hoped you could focus for at least a while.

your heart felt heavy as you pulled the books from your bag. the test, crumpled, was haunting you at the desk. jeonghan probably got maximum points.

you shook your head, feeling a tender feeling of prickling underneath your eyelids. you hid the test in the bag, opening your book.

“pull yourself together, dumbass” you whispered, blinking a couple of times to look at the text “focus, idiot”

the letters started blurring in front of your eyes and before you realised the tears were falling down onto the paper, staining it.

you hid your face in your hands, trying to muffle your sniffles. you were tired. exhausted even. as ridiculous as it sounds, it just hit you. and the stress that’s going to come is going to be worse and–

“hey, are you alright?”

you shook your head as a no, not even bothering to look up. because you knew it was him.

“fuck off” you choked out, struggling to breathe.

“i’m not saying anything” jeonghan sighed and sat next to you, closing your books “take deep breaths, okay?”

“i’m trying” you mumbled, voice at the verge of crying. you wanted to go home.

“you’re doing okay. do you want to hold my hand?” he hummed, shuffling closer. your took a sudden, deep breath only to let it out with more tears “poor thing… what happened?”

normally you’d tell him to fuck off… again. but your mind felt like it was going to explode.

you leaned forward, your hand gripping your knees harshly. maybe by implying some impact, some kind of pain… you’ll get distracted and–

“don’t do that, silly” jeonghan’s voice was so… surprisingly soft and tender. he grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently “breath with me, please. you’re basically hyperventilating and it’s not good. look at me”

you shook your head as a no. you were humiliated enough by being caught in your vulnerable state by him. and now he wants to look at you, all teary and red from all that crying.

“don’t make me do this” he sighed, drawing circles on your hands as you subconsciously dug your nails onto the palms of his hands.

you looked up, still shaking your head. even though you gave in. you expected his gaze to be pierce and mean but his ebony irises were nothing but… soft.

“in and out, follow me” jeonghan hummed and you did as he said. at first it was difficult but eventually you managed.

you sat there, breathing back to normal. your head felt like something exploded in it, your nose a bit stuffed but besides… jeonghan - the guy who loved to tease you at every opportunity possible - helped you. and now he was looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“what are you staring at?” you snarled, frowning.

“you’re unbelievable” he scoffed, a playful smile on his lips “besides you’re still holding my hands”

your eyes widened and you snapped your hands out of his hold, dramatically wiping them against your jeans.

you looked around and started packing your books.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” jeonghan asked, his eyebrows rising up. you didn’t answer.

when your bag was packed, you were ready to leave but jeonghan snatched it and put it over his shoulder.

“hey!” you huffed, looking at him flabbergasted.

“don’t yell, we’re still in a library. and now you’re going with me. to my place” jeonghan shrugged and started walking away.

“what?” you asked and had no choice but to follow him.

“are you gonna speak to me or…?” jeonghan is at the verge of breaking his patience. well, the walk was quiet and now you refused to say something.

“maybe if you didn’t kidnap me?” you growled, looking around. his place didn’t change a bit. you even noticed… a photo frame with the picture of you two, in high school. jeonghan had his arm around yours and…

…and looked at him with literal hearts in your eyes, the sweet scent of his skin mixed with his new cologne (which you laughed at, because as if it was supposed to draw the ladies attention).

“oh look, they’re coming!” jeonghan said and pointed in some direction, causing your body to jerk more towards him.

“you’re acting like a couple” seungkwan, who just arrived, made a disgusted face.

“and what, are you jealous or something?” you grinned and leaned away, your heart almost ripping out of your chest.

“–you. and now, obviously, you’re not listening. god! why did i even bother?” his voice makes you snap back to reality as you shift your gaze towards him.

“you’re done overreacting? can i go home now?” you sigh and plan on taking your bag back but he’s faster, ducks.

“no, listen to me. you’re overworked. you need to rest. and you’re not going to rest at your place because i know your stupidly stubborn ass” he snaps, taking the bag off his shoulder.

“and you’re the one to talk! as if you know what would i do! you’re being ridiculous” you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose “this whole situation is ridiculous, actually”

“you’d study but your brain is exhausted so you’d end up as crying mess, just lol earlier” jeonghan explained slowly, the soft thud of your bag making you open your eyes. well, he was right. it’s not like it hasn’t happened before… “have you even eaten a proper meal?”

“a ra–“

“ramyeons and pizza doesn’t count” he interrupted you, dead serious.

“this is an invasion of personal space. goodbye” you huffed and turned around on your heel. you’ve had enough. screw the bag. you just wanted to go to sleep.

“listen to me–”

“no! you’ve been an asshole to me since we started collage and suddenly, now, you care? i’m tired, hann–” the nickname almost slipped out of your lips but he interrupted you, causing you to realise your mistake.

“that’s exactly the thing, y/n. you’re tired. let me take care of you” he took a step closer, pure care in his eyes.

you were shocked, to say at least.

“i messed up. i know. but i’m genuinely concerned about you” he hummed.

“as a friend or as as in “you slipped, why do you have worse grades than me?”” you crossed your arms.

“get changed. i still might have some of your old clothes” was all he said before he headed to his kitchen.

you gave in. because what were you supposed to do, honestly?

his bedroom changed, though. all the posters stayed the same, even some pictures of you two (it’s not like you threw them out, neither). but it was more minimalistic – fewer furniture, the old armchair gone. new bookshelves to stack the academic textbooks and some plants.

you were surprised to see that he kept his “y/n drawer”.

jeonghan opened his closet and a drawer at the very right side of it. you watched him curiously and then he turned around, throwing a pair of baggy pants and oversized t-shirt (that was probably his hit you couldn’t tell because it was so worn out that the design came off).

“why do you have my clothes, weirdo?” you scrunched your nose in a joking manner and then he threw clean socks at you.

“it’s the y/n drawer. i swear you leave so much stuff here that i had to make separate drawer for it” he shrugged and closed it, a small smile on his lips.

“can we talk like normal people now?”

you turned around and saw that he was holding a steaming bowl of soup.

“why didn’t you knock? what if i was naked?” you hissed. jeonghan rolled his eyes and put the soup on his desk.

“y/n, eat. i’ll use the fact that your mouth is stuffed and you can’t talk back” he sent you a smirk and you sat down, opening your mouth in awe “yes, it’s my mom’s chicken soup. eat”

and you didn’t have to be told twice. you loved this soup, it tasted amazing but also – recalled a lot of good memories.

“i think it’s the time we talk about us. it’s a right place and time. and i feel… bad” jeonghan said slowly, carefully observing you. he knew you like a back of his hand, he could tell what you were thinking “i know i’ve been an asshole but i have a reason for that. it’s stupid, but i do”

you frowned and he scoffed.

“but that’s for later because now i want to apologise. i have a feeling i was partly a cause of your bad mental state. and i want to help you” he walked up, leaning against the desk “i want you to take care of yourself. i promise i won’t bug you anymore. i just want to make sure you’ve eaten and slept for a while, just for once”

“i’ve slept well” you mumbled and put away the bowl.

“yeah, sure. at the bags under your eyes just decided to show up for me? or is there someone else?” he teased, crossing his arms.

you felt the soup’s warmth spread in your body, making you feel… fuzzy. and cosy. and sleepy.

“shut up–” you mumbled and noticed a mirror on his desk. you grabbed it to look at yourself but he snatched it without saying a word “what the–”

“you look perfect. now lay down” he gestured over to the bed and you sighed, following “and listen to me now because i bet you will doze off the second your head hits the pillow”

“no i won’t!” you smacked his arm and he just scoffed.

“i preferred when you didn’t talk” jeonghan hummed and as he tucked you in, a swirl of butterflies took over your stomach. then he sat down next to you, thinking about something.

“i’m sorry” you sighed “i’m just tired and confused if you’re not gonna laugh at me tomorrow. yes, i’m probably exhausted and overworked… so sorry that you have to handle me”

“what?” he breathed out, eyes widening “don’t even say that. besides, we’ve been through worse. i can’t get tired of you, even if you are a menace sometimes”

you frowned looking at him.

“then why…”

jeonghan’s large hand cupped your cheek. your eyes widened and you suddenly felt how warm your cheeks was. but was it the soup or him? you had no idea.

“because i like you. i realised it when we started collage. when you went on a date with this– … and we had this huge fight, remember?” he sighed, embarrassed. obviously you remembered.

you opened your mouth in shock, shaking your head.

“let me make this clear: you’re pissed because i went on a date? you don’t even know him! jimin is the sweetest guy i’ve ever met!” you grunted “and you can’t even defend yourself properly!”

“i just don’t like him, that’s all” he said, jaw clenching.

“and i don’t like when a cheesecake has raisins in it! you’re childish, jeonghan. don’t talk to me unless you grow up” you hissed and walked out of the door.

“oh”

he laughed at your reaction and took his hand back.

“it’s because… well, let me make this clear, jimin is nice. but just… back at the time i realised i liked you. more than a friend. i liked you– hell, i loved you.” he let out a dry chuckle, making your heart skip a beat “i still do. but i was so pissed and jealous that you went out with him...”

“jeonghan” you chocked out, shifting so you could sit normally “this is the reason you’ve been such an asshole?”

“listen, i’m not proud of it. but i saw you today and i realised that… if i love you, i should be there for you. to help you when you struggle. no matter if you date me or someone else. but i did exactly the opposite. i’m so sorry” he whispered, looking you in the eye.

“look at me–”

“and i feel so ashamed of myself–”

“jeonghan–”

“i failed you–”

“can you stop interrupting me and listen for a while?” you laughed and he just rolled his eyes.

“now you see how i felt just while ago–”

you leaned in and pecked his lips gently. you probably tasted like chicken soup but you couldn’t care less. the feeling of his lips against yours, even for a brief second, made your heart skip a beat.

he leaned away, eyes widening.

“was there something in that soup or…?” jeonghan asked, cheeks slightly flushed.

“no. it was delicious by the way. but i forgive you. because the reason i’ve distanced myself was the same. i loved you, i still do. i assumed you hated me so i wanted to get over you. i thought that if i hated you, the feelings will go away. but they didn’t, jeonghan” you explained, leaning your back against the headboard.

“i’ve been such a fool. but that doesn’t matter anymore. i’m just glad to have you back” he whispered and closed you in a tight hug, the smell of his cologne making you melt into his touch.

“me too, hannie”

“i missed that. i missed you” he mumbled and leaned away after pecking your cheek “if you love me does that mean i can kiss you whenever i want?”

“i’d prefer to be called your girlfriend but i guess the kissing part doesn’t sound so bad” you rolled your eyes and he grinned, placing a soft kiss on top your head.

“shut up. and go to sleep, you do need that” jeonghan hummed, standing up to give you space. but you grabbed his hand and the way you looked at him melted his heart.

“can you stay with me though? you snore like an old man but i guess i wanna be close to you” you mumbled, tugging his hand.

and obviously he gave in.

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @lhsng ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinhobi

[ivanzplaid]

So a fun little thing about me is I want to learn how to do sfx makeup and like props for horror movies and stuff like that and this got me an idea. What about The Sinclair brothers (poly preferd), Billy Lenz, The Grabber and Candy man with an s/o who makes stuff like that. Like masks, fake wounds, etc. I saw you wanted more requests and I jumped

tysm!! love seeing ur requests smh, but this is so creative i love it, and ofc i can do poly sinclair brothers :) sfx makeup is much beyond my abilities and its so cool that you wanna learn how to do it, they would absolutely love this

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Slashers x Gn Reader!

Warnings: Fluff, Blood Description

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Sinclair Brothers

you were down in vincents room, all the boys were upstairs for the moment, dealing with some unexpected visitors brought in generously by lester

you were of course unsupervised, and whats better than making your own entertainment? remembering vincents mask, you toyed with the idea of how moldable wax was, and that led you to making your own creations with wax while you awaited on someone to come in

upon seeing you, lester is in awe, a dramatic gasp from him with his goody smile, eyebrows raised and hes just so shocked how clever you are

"Little possum here is just too damn smart!"

praises you a lot because he thinks its all so cool to find out your hidden hobbies

when vincent sees you, hes looking over you quietly, admiring how you two may share some common interests, hes always wanted to do more with you so this is the perfect opening

teach him how to smooth his mask and add details? maybe just for the date time but adding little swirls or patterns, molding shapes that appear like horns to the top of his mask, or a proper fitting nose area? he thinks this time is intimate and loves it, of course this may come later in the relationship but nonetheless he desires it

'My mask can be easily molded back, why not have fun?'

signs to you more when you do things like this, feels its easier to talk and loosen up

he will have you down here more often, you can watch him work and talk about sfx application, or if youre comfortable enough, help him apply wax to the figures? if youre talented with sfx, why not that?

when bo lays his eyes on what youve done, hes slightly freaked out, a quick "jesus!" leaves his mouth before he can process what you did, its just shock

"Darlin' what the fuck is that!"

after sitting down with you and having you explain to him just what it is and what its purpose is, he grunts and fives you s little nod while grasping your forearm, observing the foe wound

he brushes a finger over it and observes how real it looks

"Think you could, y'know, gimme a lesson?"

he tries to be subtle that he likes it, remaining his charm on the outside, but he really does want to know more about how & what its made of

lester will practically beg you to teach him, maybe vincent will help you and him with forming it!

bo takes no part besides getting to sfx wounds, he thinks the intricacies will help him in the future, and will do 50/50; you putting the sfx on him while he smiles down at you doing it, and the other part is him concentrating so thoroughly on it that he either perfects it or gets frustrated because you make it look easy, vincents caught on already and lester is happy even if his wound looks more like a kindergartner put glue on his hand

they all take interest in it for their own little reasons, but they all think its cool, and useful, and may ask you for help more often, maybe on them, maybe on the wax figures, either way theyre happy to know more about you!

//

The Grabber

you had scarce things in the basement, however, over time you became trusted, and were eventually allowed to have more and more things, including hobbies

youve had this as your hobby before you were stranded, and thought a light hearted prank wouldnt hurt Al, he needs to loosen up anyways

the moment you requested all needed materials, he gave you a look, and thoughts ran through his head as to what you could possibly want

even when he said yes, got the materials and drove back to give them to you hes skeptical, maybe this is the test he needs to see your loyalty, why not leave you for a few hours to see how far you can go

eventually when he did go back down, he sees you laying on the mattress, and what appears like blood staining your ankle, a large cut surfacing

shit

he strides over to you, shaking you and inspecting you, speaking your name in concerned shushed tones

caressing your cheek, until he sees a small smile appear on your face, leaving him a heavy breathing mess, letting out a sigh before pulling your ankle to him, putting his thumb over it

once you explain it to him, hes invested, asking auestions left and right, seeing the material and how blended it is, he wants to know how you can manipulate sfx like that to make it so genuine

his intents are hard to tell, you cant tell if hes going to use it against you, or against somebody else, but you dont wanna know

he uses this as an excuse to spend more time together, this is an intricate hobby that requires precision & guidance, and he wants your help more than you know

"Jesus, what do I do after this?"

he likes to have you physically guide him, your hands taking his as you help him, of course hes not paying attention, hes entranced in your feel

hes so happy to learn more about you, so when hes not using your hobbies to get more time out of you, hes generally happy to try something, no guarantee hes good, but its worth a shot

if you mimick his masks hes overjoyed, he loves the way you look when you observe him so hard to perfect it

in the end, he is fascinated with everything about you, and this just adds fuel to the fire, he wants to know more of you & get more experience with you, afterall, most everything he does is for you

"Oh! Don't you look sweet in my image, hm?"

//

Candyman

he is the best one by far

so you were messing around in your bathroom, holding up a prop to see if the coloring was even all throughout

candyman had been gone for sometime, leaving you with a kiss on the hand before parting, saying he'd be back soon enough, so you were at your house, waiting for him to come to you

with that, your eyes saw something tall appear in the mirror behind you, and an outstretch arm massaged your shoulder kindly

"My darling, what do we have here?"

he puts his head on your shoulder and lets you ramble on about it, observing your prop, and eventually taking it from you to see the detail, he thinks the dedication is charming and hes proud of you, saying how time consuming it mustve been and how it takes a certain eye to be this thorough

after figuring this out about you, hes intrigued, maybe having you show him more of what you can do & letting you experiment with things on him, experimenting is the best way to gain experience and hes all for it

if youd like, he'll help you improve it, maybe suggestions or kind questions, but thats only if you want it, hes respectful either way

if you suggest a night where he tries it, hes not goin to say no, theres no point in not doing something just for fun, so he'll smile and nod, kissing your forehead

overall this man is supportive and caring, checking in frequently to see updates or improvement, and will steal supplies if you run out, hes never against supporting your hobbies, he loves to see your smile and quality time

"A date with blood, how thrilling,"

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Billy Lenz

unlike most others, hes going to sneak up on you when you werent planning to tell him about it, hes creeping around the attic and sees you hunched over something, silently working and concentrating

he creeps up behind you and just stares intently at what your doing, unbeknownst to you

that is until he sits himself down next to you and moves his head sporadically around your hand, seeing a wound and freaking out

he grips your hand and breaths heavily, asking who did this and if his pretty piggy is alright

does not let you speak, and will take his shirt to wipe the blood away

not until he realizes that when the whole wound is gone, and hes silent and still in shock that he shouldve let you talk

"Is Pretty Piggy ok? Why was Billy's Pretty Piggy hurt!"

he means well, but will then bombsrd you with questions about how that happen and what did he do, he needs a short clarification to ease him

once you settle him & tell him what happened, his interests are piqued, how can you make it look so good? what does it feel like? what else can you do? can you do that on him? can he try?

hes all for it, having something to stimulate his hands and mold, while making art is right up his ally, hes shaking with excitement when you say he can try

messy, very messy

whatever he makes hes thrilled, spending time with you and making things? hes in heaven

will continually bring it up so you two can work, and if you ever so run iut of supplies he will see if he can steal from the house and its holders, anything to keep the fun going

he will steal your supplies and make his own things, being more than thrilled to display it for you and awaits for your obviously happy feedback because, just look at how great he did

overall he is just as excited and into it now as you are, he wants you to do it more often because its now practically his hobby, making masks to scare you or experimenting with fake wounds has him jumping for joy

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this is the one where i got to finishing candyman last night snd was tanked so i finished it today😭 but thank you sm man i loved this request and i hope you like the outcome🙏

requests are open, masterlist is up!

[youandmedead]

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Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: No one

Synopsis: Random thoughts/headcanons I have about Donnie and how they'd be in relationship

Extras: 2016 version. I also headcanon him using he/they pronouns so that is why it’ll be switching from the 2 in this piece.

𖤐 Donnie can be such a sweetheart.

𖤐 They try their best to spend as much time with you as possible however he can get busy quite a lot of the time whether it be in his lab working on something which could potentially help whenever him or his brothers come across trouble, something for himself or something for you.

𖤐 Majority of the time when you guys haven’t spent that much time together, Donnie will let you sit on his lap and cuddle into him whilst he’s working on something.

𖤐 But if you’re both available for a date night, the evening would consist of either a movie night and cuddles, playing on video games and pulling off an all nighter or going up to the rooftops.

𖤐 They tend to overwork their self and pull off a lot of all nighters and you’d most likely be the only person who could convince him to take a break, get something to eat, actually drink water, sleep etc.

𖤐 On nights where he isn’t so busy he loves to go up to the surface with you and stargaze on top of some of the tallest buildings in the city.

𖤐 If your short (like me) be prepared for this 6 foot 8 mother fucker to throw a lot of jokes and teasing your way.

𖤐 However despite how tall (and noticeable) they can be, he sometimes accidentally scares you because of how silent he can be. For example if your in the kitchen by yourself and trying to get something out of the cupboard but can’t quite reach it (it doesn’t help that everything in the turtles lair is put higher than a usual person would put stuff in order to accommodate their height) he’ll just silent walk up to you and tower over you the ask, ‘Need a hand there?’ Can honestly scare you shitless so maybe give ‘em a lil punch as a warning.

𖤐 Donnie usually faces many insecurities like their appearance and how they ever managed to land someone like you…after all they’re a mutant turtle whose lived down in the sewers their entire life. Therefore he needs

𖤐 Although he prides himself upon it, his intelligence can also be a bit of an insecurity too. He knows his brothers value it greatly and it is a great attribute but he sometimes feels under appreciated in terms of his fighting skills and his way on the battle field and thinks that he is only needed because he knows his brothers can’t hack into cameras and security systems and deactivate bombs and such. He always thinks about whether his brothers would even need him if his intelligence wasn’t his best asset.

𖤐 They are 100% that type of person who would criticise every simple mistake made in a movie! Horror movies would probably be the worst because he’d go in for hours and hours about how they did the makeup/gore effects on top of whether they did the fake blood correctly and shit. God help you if you watch final destination with him…he’d go on and on about how some of the deaths would not be probable in real life.

𖤐 He is the 2nd worst out of his brothers for swearing (after Raph). Every time he messes up in an experiment or something along those lines he swears like a mother-fucking sailor.

𖤐 Is the 2nd most clumsy brother (After Mikey). He may ask you to help him tend to his wounds and patch himself up after he accidentally cut himself in his lab or after he’s been on patrol. This may not happen every time however as he’s been taking care of his wounds and others’ for a very long time.

𖤐 Likes having their coffee black - milk and sugar should be illegal in his eyes.

𖤐 Speaking of which, he'll drink enough caffeine to kill a fucking horse.

𖤐 Is a major drama queen when they want to be.

[stinkysam]

@kiemimi wanted to know my opinion and brainrot on the OPLA characters so here some of them :

-> Akagami no Shanks

No brainrot but very pleased with his actor. Ngl I was a bit skeptical when he first appeared as Shanks. Because this is not how I imagined him to look like irl, and I saw multiple people complain that he didn't look handsome lol. But now I can't see him being portrayed by someone else. He's just him. And he looks very hot when he saves Luffy. 👌🏻

You're in for a ride with him. He's an open book yet there's many things you don't know about him. "You didn't ask" basically. He's really chill and likes to see you laugh and smile, seeing you sad really breaks his heart.

-> Buggy the Clown

BARK BARK BARK. As said in an older post, I didn't recognize the actor and was shocked to see that I already knew him. I saw his face without makeup and found him familiar. It renewed a brainrot with an old character (deke), lol.

There's always something happening. There's rarely ever a fully boring day. And he loves that you're by his side no matter what. He might want to abandon you to save his ass but always end up taking you with him because he doesn't have the heart to actually abandon you. He likes your attention, but you better be careful with it because he might go overboard very easily. And sometimes he's too lost in it to care about what you really want and don't want.

-> Cabaji

GAY ‼️

-> Dracule Mihawk

No brainrot. I have some trouble with his eyes. I can't tell if I would've preferred them without contacts. But other than that he slayed his role, very cunty.

Maybe the calmest relationship of your life. He doesn't talk much but he still values communication because it's important. He trusts you and likes to see you happy, mentally cheering for you.

-> Monkey D. Luffy

No brainrot. The only thing is that he doesn't stretch himself as much as he should. But I can't remember if he used his stretchiness as much as he does now (grabbing someone from afar, launching himself…) otherwise Iñaki is a good luffy. Love him. Knew him from The Imperfects so I was happy to see him again.

Too trusting. And too naive. Believe any words that come from your mouth, but you better not play too much with it because he's going to repeat it. Like Shanks, he likes to make you laugh and see you happy. Seeing his crew in a good mood is important to him.

-> Roronoa Zoro

No brainrot, surprisingly ? I love his anime/manga vers. so idk why his live action isn't clicking. I remember being 15 and fighting for him with a friend lol

Very loyal, not that the others aren't. But you better not betray him. He won't take it kindly. Very trusting as well. If you're ever accused of something you didn't do, he won't need to hear you to know if it's true or fake. And even if it was true, he's going to be like, "You had your reasons *shrugs*."

-> Usopp

Don't have anything to say, good actor choice. Love him as usopp. Can't wait to see more of him in season 2, honestly. Which we would see him as sogeking/sniperking.

He definitely hides behind you but doesn't back down to protect you. Likes to make you laugh. But the more you laugh, the more he might lie to make you laugh even more. Down to try whatever drink you take. If he knows he can't take someone down, he'll run to you for protection. If you can't take them down either, well... You're both running.

-> Vinsmoke Sanji

I don't know why they got rid of the eyebrows. He's really sweet. I love him more than the anime/manga because he's less of a pervert and he's smoother about it. Taz did an amazing job. He's really dedicated from what I've heard, doing his own stunts, learning how to cook…

He loves flirting with you even if he's already dating you. He's really biased when it comes to you. He trusts you with his entire being, heart, and soul. Very gentle lover that makes you breakfast in bed. Or breakfast in the hammock.