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maruscheese · 4 years

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“I wanna kiss your lips”

songfic ft. katsuki bakugou because I can’t stop playing i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader ( tried to make it gn T~T ) wc: 2.7k

you wanted to punch him in the face more than anything.

seriously. how clueless could he be?

for someone who flaunted his brains so much, katsuki bakugou could be pretty damn clueless sometimes. well, not just sometimes. all the time. at least when it came to your feelings.

it’s true, the blonde could care less about other people’s feelings, but how could he not notice when absolutely everyone else around him did?

the way you twirled your hair around your finger out of habit every time he talked to you, or the intense pink tint your cheeks would acquire. the way your witty comebacks and sharp tongue went out of service whenever he teased you, as if he just made your brain cells shut off.

still, despite all these short-circuit effects he had on you, you still felt comfortable around him. like you could be yourself.

you had first realized this a few months back, when, while chatting with a certain pink girl, you found yourself navigating your way to the blonde and the rest of his friends.

ashido sat with them, looking at you expectantly as she pat the empty space next to her, and you took a seat next to her.

you sat stiffly next to your friend, feeling awkward as the light-hearted conversation flowed between the group of friends while you just listened and stared at your hands, firmly placed on your lap.

it’s not like you were a quiet or shy person, quite the contrary, but jumping into a conversation you hadn’t been explicitly invited to just wasn’t something proper of you. you were a loudmouth, but only if you felt comfortable enough to be one.

“oi, you,” the blonde said without bothering to look up from his meal, and you raised your gaze to search for him with your eyes, figuring he was talking to you, since all his other friends had a designated nickname.

the group fell quiet and you quirked a brow and looked at him, “me?” you asked lowly, gaze fixed in his crimson orbs, which he rolled in annoyance.

“who else would i be talking to, dumbass?” he questioned in return, turning to look at you. you shot an unamused look at him, raising both brows now and letting out a soft chuckle.

“oh, i don’t know, maybe one of the other four people sitting with us? and you call me a dumbass.” you replied with a smug grin, muttering that last part, but still enough for him to hear.

“you wanna fucking go?” he groaned and stood up from his seat, tiny sparks erupting from his fingertips.

“i don’t partake in animal abuse, sorry,” you responded with a shrug, smug grin only widening, your response earning a few giggles from the rest of the squad.

“shut it, you fucking extras!” bakugou roared, clearly about to lose it, until the bell rang, indicating the end of your lunch break.

a long silence followed, just you and him staring directly into each other’s eyes as the rest backed away carefully, as if standing on thin ice that could crack any second now.

“saved by the fucking bell, but this isn’t over, you hear me?” he warned, and you shrugged dismissively and started walking away.

and so, after that day, your invitations to spend lunch break with them only kept coming, and soon, it became an everyday thing until you found yourself spending as much of your free time as you possibly could with them.

tension between bakugou and you lessened, and you found yourselves actually enjoying each other’s company, though neither of you would ever admit that.

“oi, idiot, where’s your food?” the familiar raspy voice asked, making you pause your intense conversation with hanta to turn to look at him.

“huh? oh, i didn’t even realize.. i must’ve forgotten to bring it again.” you admitted, scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

“again?” he asked, slightly cocking his head to the side as he shot a confused look your way.

“yeah, i can be quite forgetful sometimes..” you said with an embarrassed chuckle, but quickly going back to your usual intense self. “but it’s okay cause i had a shitload of food before coming here!” you said with a grin, a hand on your hip, the other one showing him a thumbs up.

katsuki frowned and smacked the back of your head, before poking aggressively at a piece of meat in his lunch box.

“ow, shit! what the hell was that fo-” you were about to complain about the smack before you were interrupted by a fork being shoved into your mouth.

“we’re going to train today and i’m finally gonna get my chance to beat your ass, so i can’t have your weak ass fainting on me today.” he said, pushing your chin up and making your lips wrap around the fork, sliding it out carefully when your lips sealed against it, pulling the food off of it.

your friends stared in astonishment, and as your brain processed what had just happened, your face turned a dark shade of red. you turned away, chewing aggressively on the food and swallowing it harshly.

of course, bakugou failed to register the effect of his actions until ashido and hanta turned to look at him with huge, teasing grins on their faces and wiggling eyebrows, which caused his face to match the color of yours.

“fuck! wait! it’s not like that, you bunch of idiots!” he defended, still the intense blush on his face and the shakiness of his voice betrayed him, and the pair began to giggle.

before that, never once had you thought of katsuki bakugou as more than a mere friend, but now, sitting next to him made something in your insides stir, and your stomach felt an overwhelming amount of different sensations at the same time, from butterflies, to a rollercoaster, to what could be compared to the violent churning of an old washing machine as you internally screamed.

“i can’t believe the exams are coming up, i’m gonna be so drained from all that studying.. it’s probably gonna fry my brain..” ashido whined, and bakugou chuckled.

“you can’t fry what you don’t have, pinky.” the blonde said, and mina turned to glare at him.

“if i were you, i’d shut up, explodo. may i remind you, i’ve been informed of your huge crush on--” bakugou eyes widened and he slapped a hand over ashido’s mouth, to which she let out a muffled giggle.

“shut the hell up, dumbass! are you trying to get on my bad side or something?”

mina shook her head and pulled away from his hand, showing him a teasing grin.

“i’d only use that as a last option, you should know that. I’d much rather see you confess to them.” she stated.

“katsuki has a crush?” you asked with a raising a brow, your gaze shifting between bakugou’s flustered face and ashido’s clearly satisfied expression.

“yeah, but it doesn’t surprise me you didn’t know about it,” she said, and you looked at bakugou.

him? with a crush?

for some reason, your chest ached at the thought.

“yeah, well, good luck with that, boom boy,” you shrugged and looked away from him, directing your attention at your empty lunch box.

“the hell is that supposed to mean?” he snapped, and you just replied with another shrug, the intrusive thoughts of bakugou with someone else killing your mood in seconds.

the group fell silent, until ashido spoke up.

“erm, anyways, as i was saying! i figured since we’re going to be spending so much time studying before exams, we’re hardly going to spend any time together aside from lunch breaks… so, i thought we could go out tonight!” she suggested, and the grim mood seemed to vanish as you started agreeing with her one by one, each in their own way, some excitedly, and another certain blonde clicking his tongue and shrugging.

eventually, you settled for a karaoke night.

you were all supposed to meet there around 7 pm, giving you just enough time to have a quick shower, a meal, and get ready.

picking your best outfit, fixing your hair, and spraying on some perfume, you added the finishing touches and stared at your reflection, smiling slightly before heading out.

at the karaoke were kirishima and ashido, sitting on a table in the corner, chatting lively, and kaminari and hanta seemingly playing video games on their phones, while bakugou stared at his phone screen with a straight face, dragging his thumb across the screen every so often.

you approached your friends with a smile, waving at them with a smile and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“(y/n)! you made it!” ashido beamed at you and rose from her seat, wrapping her arms around you.

you took a seat in the corner of the table, which you found a lot more comfortable, in case your friends resumed their conversation from before and brought up bakugou’s crush, and you decided you wanted to get the hell out of there.

sure, it might be an immature reaction, and you should be happy for your friend possibly finding happiness, but damn, even the thought of you facing that as a reality hurt worse than a punch to your gut.

time flew by, conversation quickly initiating with your friends, with topics that were all over the place, but thankfully, none of those were bakugou’s crush.

soon, you found yourself giggling uncontrollably as your friends, who mind you, were drunk off their asses, invaded the karaoke’s stage, singing cheesy romance pop songs, apparently entirely tone deaf.

you and bakugou were the only ones who had remained seated in all that time, despite the numerous times your friends pointed at you and gestured for you guys to join them, to which you replied with a small smile and shaking your head, while bakugou flipped them off, still apparently unamused by their over the top behavior.

ashido soon came to squeeze your hand, teary-eyed, cheeks flushed, and wobbling, begging for you to join her on the stage.

“oh, no, i don’t know those songs,” you lied, trying to get her to stop insisting, but to no avail, as she kept whining and poking your sides and your face.

“c’mon, don’t be like that, we came here to have fun and both of you are being some major party poopers!” she scolded, pointing at you and bakugou.

“leave her alone, pinky, she’s probably just too scared to do anything,” bakugou said, expecting you to go all out on her, but instead, it hit you like a slap across the face.

‘too scared to do anything’ you thought, his words repeating themselves in your head over and over again, until you stood up and took the microphone from ashido’s hand, determinedly stomping your way to the stage.

you finally understood.

you understood why you were so pissed.

why even the slightest mention of that made you want to run away.

even bakugou katsuki could come to terms with his feelings. with having a crush. and what did you do about it?

nothing.

you were too afraid of doing anything about it that you forced yourself to be oblivious to your own feelings, burying them deep within you.

you forced yourself to ignore why you felt like this.

you had the biggest crush on bakugou fucking katsuki.

and so, as you stood on the stage and the music began playing, you could only stare at him.

I wanna feel you close

Come lie with my bones

you closed your eyes as you sang, silently praying that, even if you weren’t looking directly at him, he’d still get it.

‘too scared to do anything’ you heard him say again in your head, and you shot your eyes open, pointing at him as the chorus began.

“i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips!” you sang loudly, passionately, pouring all those emotions you had been bottling up for so long into the lyrics, cheeks burning up as you confessed to him.

the hand pointing at him suddenly made its way to your chest, grabbing a fistful of your shirt as your brows furrowed and the look in your eyes intensified.

“i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath!” you nearly screamed, cheeks getting hotter and redder by the second, your knees close to giving up on you as you looked into his eyes, shock written all over his face as realization slowly hit him and his cheeks gained a pink tint.

it was as if, in that very moment, the rest of the world had vanished, and it was only you and him in that karaoke, in the middle of a confession you desperately wished he’d accept.

the blonde rose from his seat and looked at his friends for a moment, all of them giving them reassuring nods, and his gaze fell back on you, still looking intensely at him.

subconsciously, he mimicked your actions from that first time you two interacted, slowly raising an index finger to point at himself, mouthing “me?”.

you giggled and nodded, “who else would i be talking to, dumbass?” you answered, earning a chuckle from him as he slowly approached the stage.

you stared into each other’s eyes as he made his way to you, the song long forgotten, now only playing in the background, contributing to the situation and making this much more movie-like.

tell me something nice

like flowers and blue skies

he got up on the stage with you, and for some reason, having him right in front of you, towering over your figure, with an expression that you couldn’t quite figure out, made things much more intimidating now, and you could swear you’d die right then and there.

i will follow you home

although my lips are blue and i’m cold

“well then, what are you waiting for?” he asked with a smirk and you cocked your head in confusion.

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

the chorus sang, reminding you of your initial bold confession, and you blushed.

“you better not be playing,” you warned him, and he just rolled his eyes, swiftly sliding his hand to the back of your head and leaning forward, crashing his lips against yours.

your eyes widened, and you could feel the way the people around you stared, but holy shit, this was just too good. his intoxicating scent, of delicious caramel, acted like sleeping gas, and you found yourself closing your eyes and melting into the kiss, pressing your body against his as your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging softly at his spiky hair.

you pulled back, barely able to breathe, not from the kiss, but from the way your heart threatened to pound its way out of your chest, and you looked up at those crimson eyes.

“i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna be your bitch,” you sang against his lips and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for another kiss, which he gladly gave in to.

lifting your leg to wrap it around his waist, bakugou smirked against your lips and firmly grabbed your thighs, lifting you off the ground and walking off the stage with you.

letting out a gasp, you pulled away and looked at him.

the look in your eyes

my hand between your thighs

“fuck...” you blurted out, still holding tightly onto his hair. your eyes scanned his face. You’d never seen him so attentively before, and so close, too. he was far too beautiful, even with that seemingly permanent scowl painted on his perfect features.

oh this can’t be real

it’s all just a dream

“you jealous little asshole. you couldn’t handle the thought of me having a crush on someone else, isn’t that right?” he teased, smirk drawn on his swollen lips.

“i’m starting to think i might’ve been jealous of myself all along,” you teased back, poking his cheek with your index finger.

i don’t wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your lips

i wanna kiss you until i lose my breath

katsuki shrugged and pecked your lips one last time.

“yeah, maybe,”

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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off the grid | seven

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 4.1k

chapter warnings: fluff, cussing, flirting, hints of sex/sexual comments, breakups and exes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, dancing/grinding, good friends and good company, insecurities, lots of overthinking

notes: last two chapters will be posted tomorrow and the following day!

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The next morning, you wake up to the warm sun hitting your face. You quickly grab your phone to check the time and see that it's a little past 10AM. Jimin is sound asleep behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You slowly turn, smiling to yourself as you watch him breathe quietly. Your hand rests on his cheek as you lay small kisses on his lips and nose, causing him to flutter his eyes open and smile into one of your kisses.

"Goodmorning to you too." He slightly chuckles as he wraps both arms around you and brings you closer.

"Wake up." You whine.

"I'm awake." He says, his eyes still closed.

"Doesn't look like it." You lay another kiss on his lips.

"I mean if it means more kisses, then no. I'm not awake." You playfully smack his shoulder, causing him to scrunch his nose and open his eyes. "Ha, ow." You sit up, resting onto your elbows as you look down at him. Jimin finally opens his eyes to check his phone, all while a hand is caressing your back. "Oh shit."

"Hm?"

"Fuck, that's right." He groans a bit.

"What is it?"

"The boys are out to the bars at Hongdae tonight. I'd rather much stay in with you, though."

"Ah, don't be a party pooper, Park." You laugh. "Go to the bars."

"Only if you come with. I think it's the usual, plus some of our friends from school will be coming by."

"That sounds fun. What's the celebration?"

"Mmm, nothing really. Just wanna get together and enjoy the night."

"Yeah, let's go. That sounds fun." He smiled.

"Mmkay, love." His voice is still deep and raspy, causing you to bite onto your bottom lip.

"Speaking of school, do you happen to have any pictures from college still?" Your curiosity gets to the best of you since you've heard them talk about their college days so much.

"Yeah, a ton." He laughed. "Wanna see some? You'll see baby Taehyung and Jungkook. They definitely look way different now."

"Even better." He tilts his phone to show you pictures from his college days. His black, pink, blue and purely blonde-haired days, and the way his hair was longer or styled differently with a clear undercut, caused your heart to flutter at how good he looked no matter the color or style. He sees the glow in your eyes and smiles, continuing to scroll down. You see a ton of pics of him, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok hanging out individually or all together. There were a few unfamiliar faces in other photos, but nonetheless, Jimin always showed off his bright smile and laugh.

Then there was a picture he stumbled upon that caused you to raise an eyebrow. He didn't seem to mind it, even though you knew it was a picture of him and his ex. She looked up at him while he had his arm around her waist, both laughing in a very candid picture. She had popped up in two more pictures, Jimin either wrapping his arms around her or her on his back.

"Who's that?" You weren't sure how to bring up the question, or if you should have even brought it up at all. You didn't even tell him Taehyung had brought up his ex in your conversation with him at the Common Ground.

"My ex." He looked at you, puppy eyes and all.

"Wanna tell me about her?" You rested your head on his chest, the both of you still looking up at his phone.

"We dated for almost 3 years. We broke up early last year. And honestly, I don't really know. We were good until we weren't." You felt him slightly shrug. "That's probably as best as I could put it. We started off like any other couple in its honeymoon phase, then eventually, I gave more to the relationship than she did. It was pretty obvious she was over the relationship and wanted to see other people, but I tried not to have any bad blood with her when we broke up. For the most part, we had more good times than bad, and she was my friend first and foremost before we became a couple. As long as she was happy, you know?"

"Mhm." You look up at him. "Have you talked since you broke up?"

"No. She moved on pretty quickly and I felt like we both needed the space, anyways." You nodded.

"How are you such an angel?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I don't know. You're just too good to be true, sometimes." Seriously, how? How could someone just be so understanding like that? Sure, he definitely was hurt. It's inevitable to feel hurt and completely destroyed, especially if you found out that the person you loved didn't really love you in the same way anymore. Wouldn't that make you pissed off? Sad? Like all these years didn't actually matter? Jimin continues to surprise you every day and this is why it's been hard not to get attached. Exhibit A, right here. He was just full of love, patience and warmth.

"Mm, I just consider myself to be a simple person living a simple life." His hand is now tangled in your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. "I try not to overcomplicate things. Just takes up too much energy."

"Simple? For the record, I think you're pretty cool." He laughed.

"Such a compliment coming from a pretty girl like you." He says playfully, causing you to hit his chest. The rest of the time, he begins to talk more about the other pictures he comes across, but your mind continues to wander. Why did he have pictures of his ex on his phone still? It wasn't a bad thing, knowing what you know. But part of you couldn't help but feel like Jimin was still holding onto that part of his life, even though he says he isn't. Was he still holding onto her? Lets say you both did end up working this out one way or another - what if she wanted him back? Would he instantly drop you to get back with her? Especially since she could physically be there for him 24/7? It honestly worried you, even if you weren't sure what this was, but you brush off the thoughts and simply respond to him by smiling and nodding.

It was such a bad habit of yours to assume the worst right away. A bad habit you had trouble unlearning.

Once you both deemed it was time to get up and get on with the day, you quickly showered and threw on some clothes. You borrowed a small duffle bag from Yana's closet to throw in your outfit for tonight's bar festivities as you didn't feel comfortable roaming around in it throughout the day since it was too cold.

Jimin drove you both to his apartment so he could get himself ready while you waited. Jungkook was in the kitchen getting himself a late bowl of cereal, while Taehyung sat in his room with the door wide open.

"Had a fun night, kids?" Jungkook winked and smirked at you both. You felt your cheeks heat up as you blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Shut up." Jimin laughed.

"Better yet, how productive was it?" Taehyung yelled from his room.

"TAEHYUNG-AH!" Jimin yelled, making you giggle to yourself as you sat on the couch watching him pay a visit to Taehyung to scold him some more.

"Are you coming tonight, Y/N?" Jungkook sits at their dining table.

"Yeah, I am."

"Sweet. Save me a dance?"

"Sure." You chuckled.

"What are you and Jimin up to today?"

"You know, I have no idea. He doesn't like to tell me these things."

"I'm taking her to the tower." Jimin yells from his room.

"Can we come with?" Taehyung asks.

"No, I don't want you guys to go."

"Jimin!" You shout back. "Yes, you can come with us." You hear Jimin groan as he begins to shower, making Jungkook laugh.

"Grouch. It'll be fun!" You shake your head as you make your way into Jimin's room to drop off your duffle bag of clothes. You sit criss-crossed on his bed until he appears in a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp and slicked back messily. Your eyes fixate on his abs and apollo's belt, causing Jimin to laugh.

"Personality is up here, Y/N." You look up to meet his eyes and smile sheepishly.

"Woops." You joke. "Couldn't see it through all of that." You wave your hand in a circular motion in front of his chest and abdomen areas.

"Mhm, wanna tell me more?" He makes his way to his closet to throw on some clothes. For God's sake.

"Mm, maybe later." He whips his head back and smirks.

"Later, huh?"

"You little nasty!"

"Says the one who was like 'I'd rather you do it inside me.'" He mocked your tone and laughed, causing you to throw his pillow at him. "Ow."

"Go get dressed, please."

"Yes, princess." He throws on black and white button up short sleeve and distressed black jeans with boots. He throws on a thick jacket and fixes his hair before walking out to meet the rest of you in the living room.

The day turns out more productive than you both thought it would be, all thanks to Jungkook and Taehyung. Besides visiting the tower and looking at the exquisite view, they figured walking around town without any agenda would be fun. In which it was, because you unlocked more stores to buy souvenirs from and more foods to try. Jimin took a ton of polaroids of the three of you, having fun and enjoying the weather, which actually wasn't too cold today.

You all get back a little past dinner time and chill for a bit before getting ready to hit the bars. The cold picked up a little bit since earlier, but you knew once you got inside and drank a little bit, you would get warmer. Taehyung was the designated driver again and it took quite a bit to get to your designation, but it was nothing too far.

The streets were flooded with people already, swarming with college kids from the nearby university. You held onto Jimin's hand as you walked behind him and navigated the streets. The bar itself was pretty nice, and there was a good amount of people already hanging out inside. You heard lots of greetings and yelling, signaling that Jimin and them finally found their friends in the crowd. He brought you forward and introduced you to his college friends, his arm held tightly around your waist. They wasted no time getting their drinks and taking shots, in which you happily joined in to get the night started. There was enough room for you all to crowd around a table and dance around.

Shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail, your body started to feel numb from the alcohol. You were at a good level and you were highly enjoying yourself tonight. You were here with Jimin and his friends, having a good time at a laid back bar in Hongdae. What could go wrong?

"Hi pretty lady." Jimin wraps his arms around your waist as you rest your arms around his neck.

"Hey, you."

"Having fun?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good." He places a kiss on your forehead before taking you to the dance floor. "Come dance with me." You two make it to the middle of the dance floor, Jimin immediately pressing his body against yours as you grind onto him for some time. It becomes playful, the two of you locking eyes every now and then just to smile and laugh. He turns you around and you two begin to dance around each other, Jimin showing off his moves and how good of a dancer he actually really is. The boy can dance and sing?! Yeesh. Somebody send help.

"May I steal a dance?" Jungkook comes in, holding his hand out for you to grab. Jimin smiles and nods, allowing you and Jungkook to dance around each other as if you were long time friends, him twirling you around from time to time. As a song and a half passes, the both of you make your way to the bar because JK promises he'd buy you a shot if you took one with him. He asks for a double shot of some sort of whiskey, which makes your insides crumble. Yuck. But cheers to new friends and adventures, right?

"Hey, I'm really happy we met." Jungkook smiles at you and raises his shot glass. "Please promise me you'll keep in touch no matter what? We're friends now." He slightly pouts.

"Of course."

"Cheers, Y/N."

"Cheers!" You smile and tap your glass against his. The both of you take the shot quickly, your faces immediately turning sour as the alcohol travels down your bodies. Jin and Hoseok make their way over to converse, trapping you with another shot. You gladly take it since you weren't all that drunk, and you felt like you could handle another. By the time you all had drank a little more and chatted a bit, you look over Jungkook's shoulder to see Jimin speaking to another woman. He's smiling and whispering in her ear, his hand on the small of her back. She turns to look behind her when another one of Jimin's friends greets her and you realize it's his ex. Jungkook can see that your smile had died down, so he looks behind him to check out what's going on.

"Oh." He simply says and shakes his head. "Don't worry, Jimin is just being the nice guy he is but that's completely done with." You give him a tight-lipped smile and nod.

"Yeah, you're right." Is all you can say.

"Come on, let's dance with the hyungs." He nods over to the dance floor towards Jin and Hoseok. You take one last look behind him to see that Jimin is still talking to his ex but has finally created some distance between the two of them.

Maybe JK was right, what if you were worrying for no reason? For a minute, you felt a little guilty, so you brush off the thoughts and continue to dance with the boys. But then that quickly fades when you realize some time has passed and Jimin hasn't returned to your side. Instead, his ex is whispering his ear, her hands placed along his sides.

Then it suddenly hits you, a huge wave of sadness and frustration taking over you completely. This wasn't going to work. This wasn't going to work because you couldn't physically be here for Jimin like she could. No matter how you both decided to make it work. It wouldn't be fair. Jimin needs someone to be here for him. To care for him, support him and to see him. To show him that he's loved. You couldn't do that being in LA.

Maybe he really was still holding onto parts of his past. Maybe it was just better that way.

"Hey, I think I'm just going to head home." You tippy-toe to let Jungkook know. He shakes his head and looks down at you with worry.

"Wait, what's wrong Y/N? Let me know how I can help."

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling pretty tired. My feet hurt."

"Do you want me to grab Jimin?"

"No, he's busy. I don't wanna bother him." You lie, even though Jungkook can tell this is about his ex. Very clearly. "I can make my way home."

"I'll tell Taehyung to drive you."

"No, I promise. I'll make it. Please just keep having fun. I'll probably see you guys tomorrow." You give him a reassuring smile before walking off. You needed to get out of there before he could stop you any further. You tried to rush down the street, hoping none of them would come after you. But you should've known.

"Y/N!" You look back to see Jimin slightly pushing his way through the crowd to reach you. "Y/N, wait!"

"Jimin, go back inside. I'm fine." He grabs your wrist gently.

"What's going on?"

"I'm just tired." He shakes his head.

"Are you seriously going to lie to me?"

"I'm not doing this here. I just want to go home." You plead, breaking away from his grip.

"Let me go with you."

"Jimin—"

"Y/N, stop. I'm not letting you go anywhere by yourself at this time. You either let me come with or we both go back inside." You sigh, making your way to a cab that was already parked and waiting for you to come in. Jimin gets in on the other side, directing the driver to Yana's address. The ride is quiet, your hands resting on your lap as you avoid eye contact and look out the window. You couldn't even describe your feelings right now because ya, you were hurt for many reasons. One being that he didn't even come to your side that entire time he was with her. And two, reality fucking sucks. It was never going to work between the both of you and you hated believing it could so quickly.

He quickly rushes over to open your door and follows behind you as you walk into Yana's loft. You throw the keys and your bag onto the kitchen island, tossing your shoes messily to the side.

"Y/N, please stop giving me this silent treatment. What's going on?" He gently grabs your wrists to make you face him. You look at his face and begin to cry. That face became so special to you in such a short amount of time. That face, that body, this entire being. And it hurt so, so bad.

"Jimin, what are we doing?" You cried.

"What do you mean, baby?" He asks softly.

"No, don't call me that." He's taken aback by your statement.

"W-what?"

"Did you really think this was going to work between us?"

"Why can't it?"

"Because I live in Los Angeles, Jimin! If you haven't forgotten, I don't live here and I'm going back home in a few days."

"So what?" He shrugs. "I'm going to make this work with you because I want to. I don't care about the time difference, distance, whatever. It doesn't matter to me."

"Well, it does to me! Okay? I care! Because I won't physically be here to be with you. I don't think it's fair."

"Is this about my ex?" He stepped back a bit to read your body language. "Is it because you saw us talking earlier?"

"N-no."

"Y/N, I really don't appreciate you lying to me." You wipe your tears aggressively and cross your arms. "I was catching up with her and I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce you. I'm not gonna lie, she was talking about hanging out and seeing each other more but I told her I was done with it."

"Are you really?"

"Yes." His face dropped. "How can you question me about my own feelings for you?"

"Jimin. I don't think you get this." You pleaded. "I can't be here physically. Do you not understand how unfair that is? She can be here for you and I—"

"I don't want her. I want you." You shake your head.

"This should have never happened between us." He furrowed his forehead.

"Huh? Are you saying you regret this?"

"No, but it should have never gotten this-this.. complicated. I came here to get away from all that mess back home. I just wanted to be free from it all and find myself, as cliché as that shit sounds. And now it just feels like I've completely defeated the purpose of my trip here."

"It sounds like you do, though."

"I'm not saying that. I just.." You cried harder. "I can't do this with you. And trust, I know you'll meet someone who could do better for you and be here for you. What if I can't be the person you deserve? Especially being across the world."

"I don't give a fuck about anyone else but you, Y/N! Why can't you just see that? I just want you."

"Jimin." You shake your head as you cried more. You physically feel your heart breaking, each bit falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You almost feel queazy and nauseous, like you could hurl any moment now.

"It doesn't have to be this way." He says lowly. You can see the hurt on his face. "But you know what, I'll respect you and your space."

"You know—" He shook his head and opened the door.

"Save it, Y/N. You made it very clear what you wanted." He sighed. "You became everything to me, you know? I care about you so much." He paused. "I-I fell in love with you and wanted to give you my all, but I guess it wasn't enough." He says, almost at a whisper before slamming the door shut, leaving you to cry your eyes out on the kitchen floor. You quickly pull out your phone, feeling completely lost and alone.

"Pick up, pick up." You whisper to yourself. It was early morning in LA and you knew Namjoon would be up, so you were just hoping he would be around to pick up the phone.

"Wasssssup!" Namjoon smiles, but it instantly fades when he realizes you're crying. "Woah, hey. What's going on?"

"Joon, I'm so fucking stupid." You cry into your hands, not giving a fuck what you look like over Facetime. "I'm so, so fucking stupid."

"Slow down, stop saying that. What is it?"

"I should have never gotten into this mess. I should have stuck to my plan and I shouldn't have gotten so attached to Jimin. This was never going to work." You go on and on.

"Did he do something?" You can see Joon's jaw slightly clench and tense up.

"No." You sighed. "No. It's just, what was I thinking? Falling in love with someone when I knew damn well I was only going to be here for a limited amount of time. I came here to get away from all that. All the stress and relationship bullshit."

"You can't help what you feel, Y/N."

"Yeah, but this was never going to work no matter how much I want to be with him. My life is there. The distance, not being able to physically care and love for him like-like-like his ex or some shit!" You stutter.

"You guys ran into his ex, I'm assuming."

"At the fucking bar! And she was all touchy with him."

"Okay, but how did it actually go down?" He leans forward, waiting to hear the real confrontation between Jimin and his ex.

"He told her he didn't wanna see her or take their relationship further anymore. He said he was done."

"So, why are you making an issue out of this?"

"I don't know Joonie. I wanna be with him but I can't. I'm afraid of not being able to deliver and give him what he deserves. He's an angel. I'm nowhere near that."

"Y/N, I love you. You know I do, right?" You nodded as you sniffed and wiped the remaining tears away. "But I don't think this is a good enough excuse to push yourself away from Jimin. If you really care about him like you say you do, then this distance shouldn't matter. You both could make it work as long as you both think it's worth it. And from what I can see and hear, I think he really has it for you."

"Don't say that, it's not helping."

"I'm saying it like it is." He sighed. "I know you've been hurt before and I know Romeo was a fucking dumbass, but you can't keep holding onto that, thinking every experience will be the same. You need to leave him in the past, where he belongs. The things you've told me about Jimin and the things Yana has told me about Jimin have only shown me how great of a guy he really is. Maybe you just need to let your guard down and take a chance with him."

"I'm just scared. I'm scared he might find better, you know? He'll realize this distance is too much. He'll realize how much work this is."

"I think he has found that already. And I don't think it's fair for you to speak on his feelings."

"Are you on my side or his?!"

"I just want you to think about this before you come back home feeling even shittier than when you got there. Whatever it is, whatever you decide, I'll always support you. But don't push your happiness away just because you're afraid of the little things. You'll never grow that way."

"Namjoon." You cried. "I really don't know what to do. We got into this argument and he left. I'm sure he's done."

"I'm here for you. I got you." Namjoon repeated, giving you the space you needed to let it all out and cry on the other end.

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Passion Fruit Lip Gloss

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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH @emsylcatac

tags: identity reveal, fluff, kissing, aged-up characters, slight crack

Marinette adjusts the bedazzled party hat atop her head, the bright gold a stark contrast to her jet black hair. It doesn’t exactly go with her outfit of choice, though she’s not necessarily angry at it.

It was either that or the bedazzled green tiny cowboy hat.-

(“Green?!” she had asked Alya, when she was showing Marinette ideas about what to do for the hats.

“For our school colors, silly. We probably won’t use them anyway.”

Alya did end up using them in the end.)

Marinette’s wearing a peach-colored long-sleeve silk button up with thin red and white stripes vertically lining it. It’s tucked into a pair of black shorts with a leather belt.

In a moment of pure hastiness, she had chosen her tallest thigh high black heels, with a heel that raised her three full inches over her normal height.

A small beret keeps one side of her hair pinned back so her ear is exposed. She tied a thin choker around her neck to complete the look and a small touch of makeup with glossy lips.

It’s passion fruit flavor.

The clock hanging on the wall reads 23h00, giving Marinette a good hour and a half before she can beg off feigning tiredness as her excuse so Alya doesn’t call her a party pooper. It’s not that Marinette doesn’t like to party per say, it’s that she’s not exactly the third wheel type.

She’s had more than enough of it the last few days, thank you very much.

All of their friends are paired up with someone, whether it’s platonic or not. Alya and Nino, Kim and Ondine, Luka and XY—a big shocker to all of their friends with how much Luka despised him back in the day. There’s the obvious Juleka and Rose still holding strong, Kagami and Chloé, another eye-opener when they revealed it to their friends earlier last month.

Ivan and Mylène, who endured a long-distance relationship for a while before Ivan and his family moved back to Paris in August. Nathaniel and Marc, who sadly weren’t around a lot to cause Marinette much of a heartache, but enough nonetheless.

Even Alix and Max, two entirely platonic friends, were enough to make Marinette feel like she was third wheeling.

They aren’t doing it on purpose, at least Marinette thinks they aren’t, yet the longing to have someone on this chilly New Years Eve is almost unbearable. Almost.

A mix of something fruity and strong loiters in her hand long enough to help kick the feeling.

“Girl, what are you doing all the way over here by yourself?” Alya gently bumps her hip into Marinette’s, eyeing her over the top of her straw as she takes a sip of her drink. “You’ve been off all night!”

Alya’s cowboy hat is nearly slipping off her head at this point, though it looks as though the redhead hasn’t noticed.

Marinette stifles a giggle, shoving her half-filled drink into Alya’s free hand. She watches in bemusement as part of the drink sloshes to the floor and goes about fixing the small hat on top of Alya’s head. “There! All fixed.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to avoid my question,” Alya remarks with a sharply raised eyebrow.

“Me? Trying to avoid your question? Alya, you must be drunker than you think!” Marinette quickly takes the drink back from Alya’s hand and downs the rest of it, throwing an overly enthusiastic thumbs up in its wake.

“I’m on my first drink, M,” Alya deadpans.

Pursing her lips together, Marinette shrugs her shoulder sheepishly. “Sorry?”

The song changes from a slower song to a more upbeat one, the accompanying lights Nino installed in his and Alya’s apartment changing to the tune of it.

Alya knocks back the rest of her drink and slams the cup onto a nearby counter, a devious glint in her eyes.

Oh no.

“Come dance with me, M!” Her hand encircles Marinette’s wrist, tugging her onto the makeshift dance floor whether Marinette wants to or not.

Marinette nearly trips over her heels in an attempt to keep up with Alya’s longer legs, knowing it's fruitless to argue with Alya when she has her mind set to something.

Out of the corner of her eye, a familiar tall blond squeezes past them with relative ease, Marinette briefly making eye contact with them. Time feels as though it slows down, Marinette’s lips parting slightly as she peers into the bright eyes of Adrien, who she hasn’t seen since Nino threw him a spectacular 19th birthday party in September.

A birthday party that Marinette still can’t remember to this day.

All she recalls is getting extremely plastered after seeing Adrien pictured with a girl in his newest edition of Vogue Paris. He hadn’t spoken about whether the girl was his girlfriend at the time, yet seeing them together had her feeling as though she was on fire.

Months of Marinette working towards getting over him just for her to realize it’s seemingly useless.

He’s always going to have a special place in her heart, she suspects.

His eyes soften as soon as he realizes it's her, his lips curving into a beautiful smile that outperforms all of his photoshoot pictures by a landslide. His hair’s grown slightly longer since she’s last seen him, curling around the back of his ear—a bit reminiscent of their collège days.

Adrien’s still just as gorgeous as she remembers.

“You look good,” she squeaks out over the bass of the music, inwardly screaming at herself to shut up.

“Thank you—” he cuts himself off as Alya drags Marinette across the room, his hand outstretched in reaching towards her.

Gosh, how she yearns to see if it’s as soft as it looks, even in the dim multi-colored lighting.

“Honey, I think the liquor is getting to you,” Alya whisper-yells into her ear, a tiny smirk lingering on her face.

Marinette rolls her eyes and shakes her head, the party hat sliding with the movement. “No way, Al! I haven’t been drinking like that. Only enough for some liquid courage, you know?”

Just then, she trips over the heel of her boot and nearly forces them to the floor from using Alya as leverage. Thankfully, Alya was standing close enough to the wall to support them before that happened.

“Sure, babe. I’ll make sure either Nino or I take you home later.”

Sticking her tongue out at Alya, she sets her empty drink onto the nearest flat surface and throws her arms around Alya’s neck, losing herself to the beat of the music. Her hips move in time with the songs, some she faintly remembers, and others she’s never heard of.

Alya’s close enough to her that she begins to feel a bit sweaty as the songs pass.

At some point while Hot in Herre by Nelly is playing, Nino saddles up to them with drinks in his hands.

“Babe, I think she’s had enough,”Alya all but snaps.

Nino shoots her a look that says relax without actually saying it.

“Thanks, Nino! You’re a real pal.” Marinette loops her arm through his and leans her head against his bicep, taking a sip from the drink he gives her. “Yuck, water.”

“Yeah, you are a real pal,” Alya says with a fond grin, pressing a slightly sweaty kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, love.”

Marinette huffs. “I take it back. You’re not my pal.” She ruins this statement by tightening her grip on his arm.

“Ooh, she’s clingy tonight. Are you drunk, Nette?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just abnormally tipsy is all! I think it might just be hitting me now. Oh dear, maybe the water is a good idea.” Frowning, she sips at the water with her nose scrunched, a small pout forming on her face.

Raising her arm up to stare at the watch on her hand, she squints her eyes and is barely able to make out the time: 23h50.

Another New Years Eve, another kissless year.

“Hey guys! Kim is looking for you two. He said something about a major spill in the kitchen?”

It’s Adrien, dressed in a light blue—is that Givenchy?!—cotton button-up with yellow and green flowers scattered on it. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the shirt itself is tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of brown chelsea boots.

It suits him well, so much so that she clenches her jaw to stop it from dropping.

Snap out of it.

Marinette blinks owlishly at Adrien, the liquor causing her head to feel fuzzy.

“I don’t want to leave Nette alone—”

Adrien laughs softly, hands shoved into his pockets as he interrupts, “Nino, I can take care of Mar while you guys go help Kim, yeah?”

“I am not a child.” Marinette detaches herself from Nino and stands proudly, chin held high. “I can take care of myself!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t,” Adrien replies gently, as to not spook her. “I’ll just be around to make sure you’re okay in the process, is that cool?”

He’s so nice. It warms her heart. “Yeah, sure.”

“Cool, let’s go.” He slings an arm over her shoulder languidly and smiles down at her.

Her heart races.

“Do you want to go onto the balcony to watch the fireworks? Nino and Alya said it’s off limits, but I’m sure they’ll make an exception for us, right guys?”

Alya winks over at Marinette as Adrien’s head turns away to glance at Nino, and she replies, “Yeah, go for it.”

A blush rises on her cheeks, heat stinging her face. She’s going to kill Alya.

“C’mon, Mar, we’re out this bitch.” Adrien steers them over to the balcony and easily has them through the sliding doors within seconds.

It drowns out the party lingering behind them.

Glancing down at her wrist, Marinette notes that her watch reads 23h55. Five minutes until midnight. Time feels as though it’s gone so fast yet so slow, strangely enough.

She shivers, though the sensation is mostly coming from her stockings as her shirt’s fairly thick. She’s surprised when she feels a weight on her shoulders.

Out of thin air, Adrien produces a heavy bomber jacket that warms her to the core immediately. Maybe he grabbed it on their way out without her realizing it? Whatever the case may be, she’s very grateful for the heat seeping into her body while they’re out in the frigid Parisian air.

“Thank you,” she murmurs in response, her arms crossing to grab either side of the jacket and hold it around her body.

“Of course,” he replies, shooting her the same smile from earlier.

It warms her more than the jacket does.

“You know,” he starts, hands twitching on the balcony railing, as he glances from the beautiful city view to her face. “I have so much to talk to you about. So much to say. Now isn’t the right time obviously, as you’ve been drinking—”

Her eyebrows furrow together. “I’m perfectly coherent, Adrien.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he defends easily, his arm groping her elbow to ground her. “I’m just saying that I think this is a conversation where both of us should be completely sober and open to hearing the topic at hand.”

What does he mean by that? She’s not sure where she should be confused and worried or elated that he wants to talk to her about something serious. Either way, it’s puzzling her already fuzzy brain to the point where she bites down on her lower lip and lets out a huff unknowingly.

“Is it bad?” she finally asks, eyes flickering to her watch.

23h58.

“No, no! It’s not bad at all.” He squeezes her elbow reassuringly and smiles warmly at her, eyes glittering even in the dim light that shines above them. “I’m hoping it’ll be a good conversation, though I want you to remember it. That’s why I’m waiting.”

Waiting. Good. it’s good. For a good conversation. Ugh. Her brain hurts.

“Okay,” Marinette murmurs, blinking up at him slightly confused. She returns the smile once she notices his, it being too contagious for her not to. “Okay, I believe you.”

He hasn’t removed his hand from her elbow. She hasn’t shaken him off either.

Beyond them, miles and miles away, in the sea of twinkling lights and crowds of people, fireworks explode into the night sky as bright sensations. They light up the dark with their vibrant colors and intoxicating patterns, making it irresistibly hard to look away.

The second she does, her eyes are drawn to another light, this one alive.

Adrien, who is watching the fireworks with an expression of wonder. A tilt to his eyebrows and a small drop of his jaw, cheekbones dipping high with the shadow of the night.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asks, rather than wishing him a Happy New Years. Rather than stare at the beautiful swirls and patterns happening adjacent to her. She’s too focused on the beautiful boy in front of her, whether he knows she’s talking about him or not.

It has to be said.

He lets out a small chuckle and nods his head, free hand rubbing at the back of his head as he whispers, “Yeah, it sure is.”

“Bonne Année, Adrien, “ she whispers, so gently that she’s unsure as to if he’s heard it.

Wonder-filled eyes flickering over to her helps in answering her question.. He grins impossibly wide, all of his teeth showing so it’s nearly comical, yet it’s so unabashedly Adrien that she can’t help but return it for a second time tonight.

Adrien leans in, and for a second, Marinette truly thinks he’s going to kiss her. Her heart starts stuttering and the color the cold had ripped from her returns to her body so fast it feels like whiplash.

He doesn’t kiss her.

And yet, that isn’t the exact truth either, is it?

Lips brush against the apple of her cheek, so light that the touch feels both hot and cold simultaneously. It sends shivers throughout her body and the spot on her skin that his lips linger on burns hotter than the temperature of the sun.

She can’t think. Her brain is complete mush.

The tip of his cold nose nudges against her cheek afterwards briefly as he leans in to whisper into her ear, “Bonne Année to you as well, Marinette.”

Her heart continues to flutter until she falls asleep minutes later, curled up in his jacket all while leaning on him.

---

Daylight shines in through the slits of her blinds faster than Marinette would’ve liked, considering the horrible ache in her head. Except, she can’t exactly remember how she made it back to her apartment, which is a weird feat for her.

She rarely drinks enough to where she doesn’t remember what’s happening—Adrien’s birthday party being an anomaly.

How did she make it home yesterday?

Hm, maybe it was Alya or Nino? They aren’t the type to abandon one another in their times of need. even in times of absolute peril. There’s no way they didn’t have some part in getting her home, even if it meant physically seeing that she made it into her apartment building before leaving.

The thought makes her feel all fuzzy inside.

It could’ve been any of their friends at the party, if she’s honest. She doesn’t remember anything after Hot in Herre played on the dancefloor; hopefully bits and pieces come back as time goes on.

Oh well, it mustn’t be that important.

Peeling open an eye has her glancing over at her nightstand, a bottle of paracetamol and a glass of water sitting neatly on her otherwise messy cupboard. She makes a move to grab the bottle and water when movement near her balcony door has her freezing in place.

Chat Noir is standing there, back turned to her—she can even recognize him in horribly-taken photographs—as though he’s trying to sneak out. He turns to glance back at her and she soundly slips her eyes shut, feigning sleep.

As her balcony door creaks, her eyes open and she watches Chat shut the door and bounce off the balcony with his staff.

“Tikki?”

Her small, red friend flies out from her little nest. “Yes, Marinette?”

“Was Chat Noir just in my room?” Her voice is thick with sleep and slightly hoarse.

Tikki’s eyes widen and she glances around the room nervously. “No? Were you dreaming? Chat Noir was most definitely not in here!”

Marinette’s eyes squint up at her. “Don’t lie to me. I just saw him!”

“Well, then why did you ask me?” Tikki whines, deflating a bit as she floats closer to Marinette. “Yes, Chat Noir was here. If you want to know more, I’ll tell you as you are the Guardian and it’s your decision, but if you don’t, I won’t utter a word.”

“Will it jeopardize me knowing his identity? I wouldn’t want to do that to him,” Marinette worries, using her thumb and forefinger to toy with her lower lip.

Stroking her chin thoughtfully, Tikki shrugs. “It may. I can’t say yes or no for sure. It would have to be a risk you’re willing to take.”

“Ugh, no. I’m not going to do that to him. It wouldn’t be fair.” Marinette sighs, finally opening the bottle of paracetamol and downing two with large gulps of water. “Though I am curious.”

“As they say, curiosity killed the cat!” Tikki replies with a giggle.

Face-palming, Marinette groans aloud. “Oh no. He’s rubbing off on you too!”

---

“Girl, I’m surprised you haven’t called me,” Alya tells her, a few days later, when the New Years resolution goals have already lost their momentum. “I figured I’d get a phone call as soon as you got home.”

“What are you talking about, Als? Sorry, hold on.” Marinette pauses, readjusting the phone between her ear and shoulder. Her classes haven’t let back in for the semester, yet she’s trying to get a headstart on pinning a new design she’s working on so she doesn’t fall behind. “Okay, go on. I have my brain screwed in now.”

Things aren’t going according to plan, obviously.

Alya snorts. “With you and Adrien, duh! Do you seriously not remember it? I thought you weren’t plastered.”

“I wasn’t plastered! I guess I was just more tipsy than I thought I was.”

“So, you were drunk?”

“Shut up.”

Letting out another round of laughter, Alya says, “Well, I can fill you in if you’d like. It’s pretty juicy.”

“I don’t know if I want to know,” Marinette groans, rubbing an exasperated hand over her face.

“Oh come on! It’s not even bad! You did pretty well considering the circumstances!”

A pin falls to the floor at Alya’s word, forcing Marinette to tell her friend to hold on again. Three minutes later, she successfully finds the pin that somehow hid under the mannequin stand where she couldn’t see it.

Lucky? Pft. Not Marinette.

“You were saying?” Marinette asks.

Alya fills her in on all of the details rather quickly, from Adrien whisking her away while still being a gentleman about it to them having alone time on the balcony. The story lasts all of a minute, even with Alya’s expertise in story-telling, and it has Marinette’s heart fluttering.

The puzzle pieces start to connect.

“Als, I just remembered what happened on the balcony,” Marinette says, eyes slightly wide.

“Bitch, you better tell me right the fuck now or I’m going to come over to your apartment and sit on you.”

“You say that as if it’s a threat.”

“Marinette!”

Marinette lets out a snort and slaps her knee. She sets the last pin before rolling the mannequin back into its temporary home for the night. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’m just playing around, Als!”

“I love you, babe, but you’re killing me here.”

“Sorry,” she replies, though she’s really not.

“.....Marinette?”

“Oh! Right!” Marinette can hear Alya face-palming over the phone. “Well, all I remember is us talking and him telling me that he has to talk to me about something important. I don’t really remember much else but he kissed me on the cheek, Alya.”

Alya squeals—a sound Marinette’s never heard come from her mouth—and a jostling noise comes from her end. “Holy fuck, M! That’s amazing!”

“Right? At first I thought he was going to kiss me, but a cheek kiss is just as good nonetheless!”

“Babe, you were drunk. It’s a good thing he didn’t kiss you. That means he respects you, regardless of whether there’s any feelings or not there.”

Marinette lets out a small laugh, her heart swelling at Alya’s words. “You always know how to make situations better, don’t you?”

“It’s kind of my job,” Alya replies.

“And I love you for it.”

Alya blows a smooch over the phone. “Mwah! Right back at you.” She pauses, then quickly continues, “Oh! Did he say anything when he left your apartment after he dropped you off?”

Wait, what?

Marinette has no recollection of this happening whatsoever. She faintly remembers falling asleep against him—he was just so warm, okay?—but him taking her home? Alya has to be mistaken.

“He took me home? Are you sure? I don’t remember that.”

“Yeah, he specifically told Nino and I that he’d take you home and then sent us a picture of you tucked in bed that night to ease my worrying. You know how much of a motherly hen I can be sometimes.”

None of it makes sense. Even if he did take her home that night, why was Chat Noir in her room early in the morning?

Unless…

No. There’s no way. Absolutely no way that she’s been this blind. No way that Marinette’s this lucky.

She’d know if her two favorite people in the world—excluding Alya and Nino—were the same person, right? There’s no way that the miraculous could’ve hidden it that well from her that she wouldn’t have noticed.

Except maybe... It had?

It comes together like whiplash. All of their mannerisms. From the way both Chat and Adrien rub their necks when they’re nervous, or when they make jokes but immediately retract them so as to not hurt the person’s feelings. Both of them having a rough home life and awful dads.

Piercing green eyes that remind Marinete of a home away from home.

It reminds her of those times in collège and lycée when Adrien would disappear and reappear whenever she would. She had attributed it to him being afraid of the akumas and finding somewhere safe to hide that entire time. It’s not like it was her place to judge anyone’s ways to cope with what was happening!

The quirks that the both of them share. Two halves of a whole. They merge together beautifully in her mind, filling a void she hadn’t known existed until now.

Her heart is so, so full.

“Als. I think I just had the world’s biggest revelation,” she breathes out, sounding absolutely lovesick.

“What is it?” Nino’s yelling about something incoherent in the background, and Marinette can just faintly hear Adrien’s voice.

“I think I’m in love with Adrien.” Her stomach flutters at her words.

Alya splutters out a hearty laugh. “Oh, M. We’ve been knew.”

---

Three days. Marinette’s lived with her secret for three whole days and she’s losing it.

She begged off spending time with Alya, Nino, and Adrien to try and gather her thoughts. Adrien being Chat is the best possible outcome for a partner she could’ve ever dreamed of, but she wants to tell him how much he means to her without fumbling over her words too much.

It’ll probably still happen. He is Adrien, for crying out loud.

Earlier, Marinette transformed so she could write some notes down in her compact in case she gets too flustered. Adrien’s nice enough that he won’t judge her for it, so she’s not too worried.

After a quick application of her favorite passion fruit flavor lip gloss, she sets off for their patrol meetup point.

“Tikki, I’m so nervous,” she says.

No response. Yes,. Marinette’s aware that her kwami can’t hear her or speak to her while she’s suited up, yet the hope still lingers for some absurd reason.

Marinette wholeheartedly blames the nerves.

Spotting Chat—Adrien is difficult. He blends into the shadows so easily that Marinette nearly falls off the building when he blinks his eyes open. She’s lucky that he has fast reflexes to catch her by the waist, because with how out of it she’s been today, she might’ve forgotten to use her yo-yo.

“Bug! It’s so nice of you to drop in.”

Oh no. His jokes just make him more attractive. She’s fucked.

Marinette’s hands fall to his biceps, and she’s unsure as to if she wants to tug him closer or push him away at that awful joke that has her heart racing. A look of surprise crosses his face and she squeaks, ducking out of his grip.

“Thanks,” she replies quietly.

“You didn’t make fun of my joke. Are you okay?” Concern etches its way onto his face. Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette sees his fingers twitch in her direction. He stops himself as soon as he notices, choosing instead to idly twist the ring on his finger.

Taking a deep breath, she places her hand over his restless one. “Relax, kitty. I’m okay. Just nervous, because I have to talk to you about something.”

His eyes widen at her words, lips parting as he exhales a breath. She faintly feels it on her face as he says, “I have something to tell you too. It’s kind of urgent.”

“You can go first, okay? I can wait a little while longer.”

Adrien nods, tilting his head to the side with a cute smile on his face. “How much do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Marinette responds instantly.

It isn’t a lie, either. She genuinely trusts him with her life. Transformed, detransformed, heck, she trusts him blindfolded at this point.

He nods his head at her words and starts towards her, arms outstretched. Even as he scoops her up into his arms, her trust in him is unabated. “Hold onto me tight and don’t open your eyes until I tell you to, alright?”

“Alright,” she echoes.

Then, Adrien’s off, running over rooftops at speeds that seem unimaginable when it isn't of her own doing. Her ponytail whips about in the frigid air, Marinette using his neck as a shield from the harsh wind.

She’s thrown back to Glaciator, where she and Adrien spoke about misfortunes and missed opportunities. He ended up showing her a beautiful scene atop a nearby rooftop, as both Ladybug and Marinette. Thinking back, her racing heart should’ve been a sign that her feelings for Chat weren’t platonic, yet it took years of walking on eggshells for one of them to finally crack.

“We’re almost there. You good down there?”

“I’m fine,” she says, laughing into his suit. “This isn’t where I find out you’re going to drop me off a building as a prank, is it?”

He scoffs, softly landing on what she assumes to be another rooftop. “Hardy har har, Bugaboo.”

The sound of a door opening and closing lets her know they’ve arrived—apparently it wasn’t a rooftop—and the temptation to look around is higher than she expected. She waits for his approval, wanting him to trust her as much as she trusts him.

“I’m going to set you down now, okay?”

Marinette nods into his neck, extending her legs so she can place them on the floor as he lowers her. Her arms stay wrapped around his neck, while her eyes continue to stay closed.

“I’m going to step back and then you can look.” Adrien lingers for a brief moment, breath fanning over Marinette’s face.

As he shifts away from her, her arms drop to her sides. Her eyes blink open seconds later and she peers around the bright room a little dazedly.

They’re in her shared apartment with Alya—in her room.

Younger Marinette would be freaking out about having Adrien Agreste in her room.

(Older Marinette isn’t faring much better.)

For some strange reason, Adrien knowing her identity never popped into her head when he said he had to talk to her. She had no clue as to what it could’ve been—especially not that.

“Oh,” Marinette breathes.

“Please don’t be mad,” he rushes out, hands shaking about in front of him in a nervous manner. “I couldn’t figure out how to tell you that I know. And I didn’t mean to find out! I swear! It kind of just happened? I can’t even tell you how I found out unless you’re willing to know my identity too—gosh, I’m going to stop talking now.”

Seeing him so jittery helps to calm the rattling of her heart.

Marinette wordlessly grabs his hand and brings him over to the fluffy rug in the center of her room. She flops on top of it and criss-crosses her legs so he has enough room to do the same opposite her.

He follows, albeit a confused expression lingers on his face.

Their hands stay joined together, a nice weight resting on her knee. The tip of his claw is rubbing small circles into her palm, whether he notices it or not.

“I’m not mad,” she says, the softest of smiles spreading onto her cheeks. “I could never be mad at you, kitty.”

Adrien lets out a sigh of relief and squeezes her hand, her heart flipping at the fond look he gives her. “Good, good.”

They stare at one another for a moment too long, before Marinette murmurs fuck it under her breath and detarnsforms.

His suit is oddly cool against her bare knee, his eyes flickering to their hands then back up to her face. He licks at his lips and breathes out, “Oh.”

“Hi,” she greets, with a small wave of her free hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurts out.

Marinette lets out a surprised laugh, red peeking out under the dip of his mask. Her voice is teasing as she says,“Thank you, I can’t tell if you’re trying to make me blush or not.”

“Marinette, please.”

Hearing him say her name has her heart fluttering, and she detangles their hands to push up onto her knees, crawling towards him. She nudges his legs apart so she can fit between them, arms wrapping around his neck. Her cheek presses against his, the cool material of his suit helping to soothe her burning cheeks.

Even with the suit protecting him, she can feel the thumping of his heart against her chest.

“You wanna know my secret?” she asks faintly, as his hands move to settle on her back.

“Yes, tell me.” His claws rest lightly against the fabric of her shirt.

Her nose brushes against the tip of his ear and she feels him shudder. “I think you’re really, really cute, Adrien.”

“Plagg, claws off.” The transformation light has her eyes slipping shut briefly. When she reopens them, Adrien’s sat in front of her with a blinding smile on his face. “Hi.”

For some reason, she’s brought to tears by the situation. She holds them back the best she can. “Hey.”

She’s just so happy.

“I’m so glad it’s you, by the way,” Adrien professes, blinking back his own set of tears. “Like I know I’ve known for a while and all, but this still feels like finding out for the first time.”

“Are you trying to make me cry? You asshole,” she whines, tears sliding down her face.

Before she can reach up and wipe them away on her own, Adrien’s hand is there to do it for her. His touch is so gentle, and instead of returning to its previous position on her back, he tucks her hair behind her ear.

“I’m so glad it’s you, Adrien. You mean so much to me. And to know that two of my favorite people are the same person? How could I be so lucky?”

“Two of your favorite people?” His head tilts to the side cutely, his hand idly stroking her jaw.

A blush returns to her face as she replies, “Yeah, I’m shocked you didn’t know, if I’m honest. I was so obvious about it! I’ve liked you as Adrien for so long, and then as soon as I realized that you’re Chat, all of my feelings for Chat were brought to light.”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmurs, licking at his lips.

“Oh, shut up. Don’t tease me!”

“I’m not teasing you, Mar! You’re just really cute!”

Oh god. Her face hides in his shoulder as she emits a small groan, gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt. “I’m going to pass out if you keep talking about me like this.”

Adrien lets out a laugh that vibrates against her chest. “Well, I don’t want you to pass out, but I need you to know how much I like you.”

“Adrien,” Marinette squeaks, face digging into his shoulder.

“Marinette,” Adrien echoes.

Slowly, she raises her head to shoot a pouty look in his direction. “You’re mean.”

“You don’t think I’m mean,” he starts, a devious glint in his eyes. Uh oh. “You like me.”

Marinette’s heart flips as his words, her lip only jutting out further. She tries to maneuver out of his arms, yet he doesn’t budge, his hand rubbing soothing circles against her back. “I take it back.”

“No, you’re not allowed to do that. I will cry again!” He widens his slightly bloodshot eyes to prove his point.

“How did you even find out?” she asks, smoothly changing the subject.

“You told me. At my birthday party. You were drunk, so I sat with you for a while and you started rambling about things that didn’t really make sense—”

“Oh no.”

He sends her a small smile, then says, “Yeah, I hadn’t really believed that you were Ladybug at that point because you were really drunk, yet you mentioned our patrol meeting spot for the week and called ‘Chat’ your annoyingly hot partner that has a nice ass and it clicked.”

“That’s it. I’m leaving and never coming back. Why am I so embarrassing? Annoyingly hot partner that has a nice ass? I could’ve lived without knowing I said that to you!” Her forehead drops to lean against his cheek.

“It was cute! You’re cute and I like you so much, yeah?” His head turns so he can make eye contact with her, their noises brushing with how close they are to one another.

Marinette really wants to kiss him.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she awaits his response.

“Of course. You really didn’t have to ask, because I’d let you kiss me any day of the week, but I think it’s really nice that you did ask—”

She cuts off his nervous rambling by kissing him, her hand sliding up into his hair at the base of his neck. Her heart feels like it’s about to burst out of her chest.

He tastes like flavored lip balm, hand moving from the dip of her back to her hip to hold her steady.

He tastes familiar.

It’s weird to think of. She kissed him when Kim became akumatized. According to the picture Alya showed her after hers and Nino’s joint akumatization, they had kissed for whatever reason.

Their almost kisses come to mind and she feels a different type of heat rise on her cheeks.

Marinette pulls back with a groan, nearly squeaking as Adrien follows her blindly to press a chaste kiss to her mouth. He lets her slip out of his arms and shove her face into the carpet, a hand trailing gently over her back.

“Was it that bad?” he jokes, sifting his other hand through her hair.

“No, oh my gosh. It was everything I’ve ever dreamed of! Your lips are really soft! I just thought of how I tried to kiss you when you faked being a statue all those years ago and now I’m embarrassed!”

“You’re the cutest ever,” he says, flopping onto his side to lay next to her. He brushes his lips over the shell of her ear and nudges at her cheek with his nose. “Don’t be embarrassed! I’ve said and done so many things in front of you that could be considered embarrassing, but because it’s you, I don’t care.”

She turns her head and shoots him a look. “You never tried kissing a statue version of me!”

“And I like you even more for that! Look at us, Mar! We’re 18 and 19 respectively, and we’re laying on your fluffy rug around midnight! Everything about this could be considered embarrassing, except it’s not! Because it’s us.”

Adrien’s words only make Marinette more attracted to him at this point.

“We’re allowed to be embarrassing, but only when it’s us?” she asks.

He nods, lips quirking into a big smile. “Yes, exactly. I won’t be embarrassing with anyone else but you. You’re my embarrassing person, Marinette.”

“My heart shouldn’t be fluttering at you calling us embarrassing,” she whines, laying her hand on his chest.

“Embarrassingly in love idiots?” he whispers, finding her hand to tangle their fingers together so he can bring them up to his lips and brush his mouth over the back of her hand.

Marinette exhales a quiet laugh and says, “Very embarrassingly in love.”

They fall asleep like that, his arm wrapped around her waist while she lays her head on his chest, breaths mingling together.

It’s the best sleep she’s had in ages.

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Marinette’s phone buzzing wakes her up the next morning.

She fumbles around for the device, letting out a small aha as her fingers grip the electronic. It’s hard for her to open her and stare at the small screen, yet when she notices it’s a message from Adrien, her eyes snap open.

Wait, when did she get in her own bed?

Quickly opening the message, she reads it with increasing vigor as the message goes on.

Adrien: Hey, Mar. I couldn’t stay long after you fell asleep because I had a photoshoot this morning and you looked so cute that I didn’t want to wake you. I feel like I did a poor job at letting you know how I felt yesterday, so I’m going to say it here so it’s clear and you know, okay? (Don’t judge me!!!)

I like you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You have such amazing qualities that I admire and adore. You’re a leader who isn’t afraid to stick up for what she believes in, whether you’re in the suit or out of it! You make the world a better place just by being you. I couldn’t think of a better person being Ladybug, and it makes me so happy that it’s you.

I’d love to get to know you more. I think we both know that we click really well at this point, but I want to do this right with you. We’re a team, Bug. You and me. So, what do you say?

Her hand groggily slaps the call button, wiping back a few tears that slide down her cheeks from his works.

The phone rings three times before he picks up.

“Hey, Mar. Did you get my message—”

“You stupid cat! I’m sitting here at eight in the morning crying because of you! I loved every second of it.”

He lets out a soft chuckle, and she can hear the smile in his voice as he asks, “So does that mean it’s a yes?”

“We should go to the museum and reenact our statue scene as our date,” Marinette suggests, a large grin making its way onto her face.

Adrien nearly chokes. “Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way, little bug.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #miraculous ladybug fic #chat noir #ladybug #adrienette #ladynoir #i don't know whether to tag theo thers so ill just kepe it at them OKKOHGDKAOYERAO #IHOPE U LIKE IT EMSY I LOVE U

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viastro · 4 years

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what was once beautiful | chwe vernon hansol

ミ★ synopsis: in which you helped vernon become sober when you were together, but now you’re broken up.

ミ★ genre: angst, a bit of fluff

ミ★ warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, tiny mention of blood

ミ★ word count: 1,965

ミ★ pairings: vernon x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! i just spent a couple hours writing this and i... am so fucking sad?? i literally got this idea from tove lo’s song habits, and now i made myself sad!!! anyways, i hope you guys like this one! i don’t typically like writing angst because i’m baby but i decided to really try it out this time!

It was beautiful at first, like something straight out of a movie when you and Vernon first fell in love. It began as some sort of deal, you’ll tutor him on calculus if he promises to try and stay sober for you long enough to teach him the material. You were surprised when he came to your tutor session not high off of something for the first time since you both began the month before.

Then he continued to stay sober when he’d show up to the tutoring sessions, and his work ethic vastly improved. Slowly his reason grew from him simply doing it for the sake of his grade, to him doing it for you. He wanted to be able to remember your sparkling eyes when he’d look up at you from his book, realizing your faces were too close. To listen to your gentle voice as you taught him a topic without feeling like he wasn’t even there. Vernon wanted to memorize how you looked when you were happy, hearing your laugh when he’d crack a silly joke for the hell of it.

You began looking forward to your tutoring sessions with Vernon, excited to see him whether it be at the university’s library or at a cafe. You didn’t realize you were falling for him until you took notice of the fact that your heart began to beat faster at the sound of his laugh. However, you shook that off, telling yourself that it was because his laugh just sounded cute.

that was a lie you told yourself for a week.

It was when Vernon began to randomly send you texts in the morning and at night, being the first to greet you and the last you speak to before you go to sleep. You started looking forward to them, not being able to start or end your day right until he sent a text. That’s when you realized you fell. You fell really fucking hard.

Vernon began asking you to hangout on days when you guys didn’t have a tutoring session planned, and you said yes to almost every single invitation. Whether it be from a simple trip to eat ramen at the convenience store, or to go watch the sunset by the ocean, you would go with him. Vernon slowly stopped doing drugs and drinking now that you guys were practically hanging out everyday, he didn’t want you to see him like that. In truth, he just wanted to be better for you, be the man that you deserved.

Vernon kissed you for the first time out on your apartment’s balcony after you both decided to try and bake a cake to celebrate the end of your guys’ second year at university.

“The sunset is pretty from here, sometimes I come home and just go straight to my balcony to look at the world around me.” You say softly, staring at the pink and purple shades in the sky, similar to that of cotton candy. Vernon leans forward on your railing, glancing at the sunset before turning his gaze towards you. Your hair flows slightly to the faint wind, your eyes shining underneath the cotton candy sky.

“Yeah, pretty.” Vernon agrees, and you turn your head to find him staring directly at you instead of at the sunset. You feel warmth flood your cheeks, nudging his shoulder with a shy giggle escaping you. He lets out a smile at the sight, running a hand through his newly dyed black hair.

“I said the sunset is pretty.” You mutter, rubbing the back of your neck in an attempt to get rid of the warmth flooding your neck and cheeks.

“And I said you were pretty.” Vernon responds, reaching out and grasping your wrist softly once you bite the inside of your cheek at his answer. You turn to look at him, and he slowly pulls you closer to him. You stare at him with wide eyes as he tentatively reaches up and rests a hand on your cheek.

“Can I kiss you yn?” He asks quietly, and your heart hammers in your chest as you glance down at his pink lips.

“Yeah, you can Vernon.” You whisper. He lets out a small smile, before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. You respond instantly, body curving into his as you clutch his shirt tightly in your fist.

You both stay there until the sky is no longer a soft pink and purple.

You became a couple after the kiss you shared underneath the cotton candy sky. It was like all the stars above shined brighter, the flowers bloomed abundantly, and the sky became more blue. You were like two peas in a pod, always hanging out together and meeting each other's friends, him having quite a large group of friends may you add. He even taught you how to swim, claiming that it was only fair that he should teach you something since you basically carried him through math.

On the fifth month of dating, you sleepily confessed to him that you loved him during a Hallmark movie you both decided to watch as a joke. He froze, before immediately relaxing and squeezing you tighter in his hold. Vernon pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, and whispered that he loved you too.

That was what your relationship was. It was like the feeling of going on vacation for a month and coming back to the familiarity of your home. You can only describe your relationship with Vernon as beautiful, because that’s what it was.

It was nothing short of beautiful.

Until it wasn’t.

After a year, things between the two of you became rocky. There was suddenly not enough time in the day to spend together, no more quick responses to texts, no more sleeping over. You couldn’t make time for him because of your increase in tutoring sessions, and he couldn’t make time for you because of schoolwork. You knew it was over when you guys attempted to hangout after a month of not seeing each other, and the atmosphere was no longer comforting.

It was rigid, tense, and there was no familiarity anymore.

There was no longer a sense of home as you both stared at each other, and he knew it too.

So you left.

It’s been eight months since you and Vernon broke up, and you’re still unable to tell if it was a good decision. A part of you thinks that it was for the best, but the other half of you feels like you could’ve kept trying.

Your answer to whether it was a good decision lies before you now as you chuckle with a few friends at a party. You want nothing more but to leave because it smells like alcohol, weed, and a mix of sweat and sex.

and it smells absolutely disgusting.

“Vernon! Take a break, you can’t mix those things!” You freeze at the name, slowly turning around to see your first love being sat on the sofa by his friend, Chan. Vernon’s hair is disheveled, and his attire matches the messy appearance of his hair.

“You’re just a party pooper Chan, I’ve done worse shit.” Vernon chuckles and Chan shakes his head at him, looking disappointed. Your eyes widen when you take notice of his red eyes, and your heart sinks once you realize he’s no longer sober. Your feet move before your mind can process your actions, your friends trying to grab you in an attempt to stop you, but failing to do so.

You stand right before Vernon and Chan, and the intense smell of alcohol and weed fill your senses. You notice traces of white powder near his nose, and you tightly squeeze your fist. Chan turns his head and realizes you’re here, his eyes widen as he tries to push you away before Vernon can see you, but it’s too late.

Vernon looks up in a dazed state and locks eyes with you. His vision swirls as he takes in your appearance, noticing that your eyes still seem to sparkle brighter than the stars His eyes take a onceover from your outfit, licking his lips at the silk red dress you chose. He looks back up at your face, wanting nothing more but to pull you into his arms and finally fucking hold you.

“Yn, you’re-” hiccup, “here.” Vernon says, smiling up at you. You bite the inside of your cheek hard as you stare at him, feeling your heart struggle against your chest as you realize what he’s become.

“What happened to you?” You ask and Chan tries to get you to go away again but Vernon stops him, shooting glares at his friend.

“Happened to me? Nothiiingg baby, I’m doing jussttt fine.” Vernon slurs, and the taste of copper reaches your taste buds by how hard you’re biting the inside of your cheek. His head lolls to the side as he looks over at what he thinks is a couple doing the chicken dance, or maybe they’re just grinding. Who knows? He can’t tell.

“No you’re not, what did you take Vernon?” You ask and he shrugs, muttering something along the lines of alcohol and lots of weed. You reach out and swipe his cheek, showing him the white powder that’s now on your thumb. His eyes slowly move to look at it, and he smiles, glancing back up at the ceiling.

“Did a little bit of cocaine, it won’t kill me.”

“Yes it can. You were completely sober a few months ago. Why are you doing this Vernon? It’s not safe!” Vernon turns his head back to you, and lets out a chuckle at your attempt at scolding him. His chuckles slowly turn into laughs as he glances back up at the ceiling, feeling tears escaping his eyes once his laughter subsides.

“You’re gone, and I just gotta stay high all the time.” He mutters softly, and you feel your heart break. Chan looks helplessly between the two of you, unsure of what to do.

“Why Vernon? Why?” You ask, tears beginning to escape your eyes and he smiles a broken smile, finally looking back into your eyes.

“To keep you off my mind.”

Your eyes widen at his response, and that’s when Chan finally intervenes and lifts Vernon off the couch. Vernon tries to fight back but he’s too far gone to even push him away. Chan turns towards you and gives you a sad smile, “I’ll text you later.”

Vernon tries to reach out towards your hand but Chan stops him, pulling him away until they’re out of sight. You lift a hand to your mouth as a sob finally wracks your body, and Seungkwan notices you from the other side of the room. He quickly walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to try and get your attention, but you continue to cry.

“He’s gone Seungkwan, he’s so gone.” You gasp through your sobs, and he wraps an arm around you as he escorts you out of the house. You fall to your knees as soon as the fresh air hits you, letting out cries into the otherwise quiet neighborhood. Seungkwan tries to get you to stand up so that he can take you to the safety of your apartment, but you’re unable to move as the sight of Vernon keeps replaying in your mind.

You lean forward and rest your head on the pavement, your tears creating a dark spot as you continue to cry. Seungkwan decides to move you so that you’re now crying onto his lap rather than the cold cement. You feel another sob wrack through your body as you remember the tears that escaped Vernon’s eyes, his words replaying in your head like a broken record underneath the clear night sky.

“to keep you off my mind.”

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axwalker · 4 years

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Now and then 3: Crush

I’m participating in the Wacky Drabbles prompts. (Sorry for the delay! 😬 )

This week is prompt #42: Let’s be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen. It will appear in bold in the text.

I also used the prompt sent by @burnsoslow : High school AU - Drake x Lexie - childhood friends - 16. “my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”

Synopsis: The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU)

MASTERLIST

Warning: No one under 18 should read my stories. Mention of alcohol.

Pairing: Drake x ?, Alexis x ?

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

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2010

Fifteen years-old

Lexie took her tray and looked for her friends at the cafeteria. She spotted Drake and Liam at the end of the hall; they were eating their usual meal consisting in an extra-large hamburger with fries, an apple, a bag of Doritos and a chocolate pudding, each.

She sat next to Drake. “I don’t know how you guys do it. I love eating but that’s just disgusting.”

Liam and Drake shrugged and kept eating. After cleaning his plate, Liam leaned on his chair and asked casually, “are you coming to the Beaumonts tonight, Lexie?”

“To Max’s party? Of course,” she answered, before taking a bite of her grilled cheese sandwich.

Liam elbowed Drake, who coughed before speaking. “And that new girl, Olivia? Is she coming?”

Lexie smiled, looking at Liam. “You’re so damn obvious is actually sad, Li.” She giggled when she saw Liam turning crimson red. “Yes, she’s coming too, and I’ll be sure to slip one or two things about how amazing you are,” she added, winking.

Liam stretched his arms behind his head then clasped his hands behind his neck “Well, you don’t have to lie a lot.”

“I won’t be adding modest to the list, that’s for sure.” Lexie laughed, as she took a Dorito from Drake’s bag. She actually thought Liam would be good for Liv, he was kind and sweet and Olivia definitely needed someone like that in her life. “You’ll come too, right, Drake?”

Drake got distracted when he saw Katie coming into the cafeteria.

“Draake!” She turned her head and saw Katie sitting down and smiling at Drake. She sighed, annoyed. “Earth to Walker!”

“Yeah. I will,” he answered, distractedly.

“Cool, my mom will let me stay longer if you come. She’s such a hypocrite. She can’t shut up about feminism, but I still need a boy to go to a party.”

“Please, Lex. I beg you, spare us the feminist speech, we know it by heart,” Drake said, still exchanging looks with Katie.

Lexie stood up, exasperated. “Whatever. See you at 9:00.”

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Drake was laying down in Lexie’s bed watching a football match as she tried different outfits.

“It’s already 10:00 p.m., Lex. You promised,” Drake said in a tired voice.

She poked her head out of her closet door. “I’m sorry! I’ll be ready in a sec.” Finally, she stood up in front of Drake with a black tank top, ripped jeans and her red Converse.

“Well?” Lexie asked.

“It looks comfortable,” Drake said, shrugging.

“That’s it?” Lexie asked, disappointed. She knew she was too skinny; all the other girls of her class were full of curves and she was still so fricking flat.

“Uhm, yeah? Being comfortable is important, right?” Drake didn’t understand why his best friend looked so pissed.

“Yeah, it’s what I need anyway.” Lex turned to look at Drake who was watching the match again. “I’m getting wasted tonight.”

Drake muted the TV and turned his head to her. “What do you mean?”

“I’m fifteen and I’ve never been drunk; I need to live, Drake!”

“You’re so dramatic. And, you can’t get drunk. Elena will kill me if I bring you back wasted.”

“First of all, I can come back by myself and second of all, she’ll never know.”

Drake shook his head. “Have you meet your mom? She knows everything.”

“God! You idolize her. She doesn’t know everything. Come one, Liv must be already waiting for us,” Lexie said looking at her watch.

Lexie, Drake and Liam joined Olivia who was waiting for them in front of the Beaumont’s house.

Olivia was wearing sneakers and a short green dress that highlighted her red hair. She looked angry.

“Finally, Alexis. I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes. I was about to leave”

“Lexie is always late. Next time try to arrive ten minutes after the time she told you, Liv,” Liam teased her.

Liv arched an eyebrow. “I don’t remember telling you to call me Liv. My name is Olivia, golden boy. If you don’t mind, I was talking to Alexis.”

Drake and Lexie exchanged a half-worried, half-amused look. Liam was the most popular guy at school, so, he wasn’t used to girls talking to him like that. He clearly didn’t mind because he was still smiling at the red head.

Max led them to his basement where his parents had practically installed a bar. They had music, drinks, a pool table and a foosball.

CeeLo Green’s ‘Fuck You’ was playing in Max’s Bose speakers. Alexis joined Max on the dancefloor. Drake watched them dance for a few seconds. He smiled at Lex; she was a great dancer. Suddenly, Drake saw Katie and Maddie Amaranth arriving to the party. He dried his sweaty palms on his jeans and went looking for something to drink. Liam and Olivia were still bickering, but they were dancing with each other. And Olivia seemed to be having fun.

Katie saw Drake going to the table with the drinks and followed him. “Hi, Drake.” She smiled coquettishly.

Drake blushed but smiled back. “Hi!” For a few painful seconds, he didn’t know what to add, so he said the first thing that popped into his head. “It’s a cool basement, right?” – It’s a cool basement??- He wanted to slap himself. What a fucking stupid thing to say.

Katie giggled. “You’re so funny. And you’re right, it is cool.”

Drake didn’t understand what was so funny about his comment, but he wasn’t going to question his luck.

One hour later, Lexie was dancing with Max when she saw Drake making out with Katie. “That was fast,” she said to Max nodding at the couch where they were, an unpleasant feeling in the pitch of her stomach.

“It was only a matter of time.” They witnessed Drake kiss Katie passionately. “Wow! They’re really into each other’s tonsils.” Max laughed.

Lexie grimaced. “Ugh! That’s disgusting, they should get a freaking room. Come on, Max, I want another beer.”

Around midnight, Drake looked for Alexis, she was nowhere to be seen and it was already past her curfew. Bastien wasn’t very strict, so he didn’t have one, but Elena was going to kill them both.

Finally, he saw her playing foosball with Max and Rashad.

“Drake!” She shrieked when she saw him. “I’m winning!”

Drake chuckled. “I see that you fulfilled your mission of getting drunk.”

“I’m not drunk I’m the soberestest person in this room! Howdareyou?” She sloshed beer all over them.

Drake took a paper towel and cleaned his shirt. “You’ll regret it tomorrow. You remember that day after Leo’s birthday when I spend the morning throwing up, right?”

She waved her fingers no. “But, see that direfent, I mean, different. ‘Cause you were like super drunk, and Imma like not.”

Drake laughed. “Yeah, my bad. You’re clearly the poster girl for abstinence. I think we should go, anyway, Lex. Elena will kill us.”

“You’re such a party pooper. What happened, Katie ditched you?”

Katie was behind Drake. She smiled affectedly, and answered, “no, I didn’t. Come on, Drake. Some of us are going to Maddie’s house. She has a pool.” Katie took his hand, but Drake didn’t move.

“Lex is completely wasted. I can’t leave her like this,” Drake said as he watched Lexie try to play foosball with a drunk Maxwell.

“She’s a big girl, Drake. She can take care of herself.” Katie placed her hand in his shoulder. “If you come, I promise, we’ll have fun,” Katie urged him.

-I’m going to fucking kill Lex tomorrow-. “I’m sorry, Katie, you have no idea how much. But I can’t leave Lex like this. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked.

Katie was a popular, pretty girl, there was no way she was going to lose Drake for Lexie O’Brien, that’d be humiliating. “No, it’s tonight or never, Drake. You have to choose, now.”

Drake shook his head, he wasn’t going to leave his best friend like that, so he answered, “Then is never. I’m sorry, Katie.”

She shoved him on her wait out and went to join Madeleine.

Lexie sat. “Drake everything is spinning. And the music is so loud,” she complained, holding her head between her hands.

He kneeled down. “I told you not to drink this much. I mean, let’s be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen. You’re not used to alcohol.”

“I’m fine” She stood up and walked to the door but tripped with the stairs. Drake tried to catch her, but it was too late. She fell down.

“I twisted my ankle. Hell! It hurts,” she complained as she rubbed it.

Drake sighed deeply and turned to Max. “Can I take her to your dad’s study? Only while she sobers up.”

Maxwell nodded. “Go on, Drake. My parents are sleeping anyway. You can make some coffee in the kitchen.”

“Come on, Lex,” Drake told her. She put her arms around his shoulders and limped to the studio.

Drake helped Alexis sit. She took off her left Converse. “My ankle hurts, Drake. And this room spins too.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know, Lex. Everything will be spinning for a while. Let’s see if it’s not broken.” He rubbed her ankle checking for any fracture like coach Evans had taught him. “My hands are really dry. Sorry about that.”

Suddenly, Lexie was very aware that Drake was rubbing her leg. They played a lot of sports together, this wasn’t the first time he touched her, and yet this time it felt… different.

Drake shook his head. “Do you have pain in the bone or here?” He asked as he pressed in the soft part of the muscle.

“Ouch! You’re such a savage! Yes, the second time.”

“Me a savage? You could be more grateful, you know?” He asked, angrily.

“Why? Because you couldn’t leave for Maddie’s pool with Katie? She has slept with half the school, Leo Rys included. She must have like a hundred STDs. I probably saved your life”

Drake chortled. “Oh, I see; I should be thanking you.”

Lexie stayed silence for a few seconds. Then, emboldened by the alcohol she asked, “Is she a good kisser?”

Drake blushed but nodded. “Very good.”

She rubbed her head, it hurt. “I never kissed anyone like that.”

“The right guy is waiting for you, Lex. You’re too special to make out with just anyone,” Drake empathized.

She rubbed her eyes. “You say that because you’re my best friend, but we both know that if I was really too special, I would be dating someone,” she said with a small voice.

Drake looked at her with his big brown eyes. Lexie had never noticed how handsome Drake was. It was no wonder that half the girls at school wanted to date him.

Drake sat next to her. “You’re the coolest person I know. You’re smart and funny. I mean you’re also a gigantic pain in the ass.” He laughed when she playfully punched him in the arm. “but you’re amazing, Lex. You just need to be patient.” He put an arm around her, amicably. Lexie felt her heart race, as she never had before. His arm around her shoulders made her feel aflutter, and she noticed for the first time how good he smelled. She blushed.

Drake’s voice startled her. “I’ll go get you some coffee, so you can sober up.” He tousled her hair, and added smirking, “I knew you would be a sappy drunk, O’Brien.”

Lexie didn’t reply. For a few minutes, she stayed on the couch, shocked. She had a big problem, a huge crush on her best friend.

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Faith, Hope, Love (Rated PG)

Summary: On Christmas Eve, centuries ago, Crowley catches Aziraphale performing numerous acts of breaking-and-entering. The reality? A bit more heart-wrenching. The outcome? Mildly humorous. So he decides to lend a hand. (2669 words)

Notes: Written for @potterheadandsherlocked . I used a real German painter from the approximate time period as inspiration, and points to the possible origins of a certain Christmas legend. XD

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A small village in the Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation, 16th Century

A silent night.

No clouds, but a howling wind.

A full silver moon, throwing shadows on the ground.

Between them, a figure glides, moving about the houses in the square, keeping to the walls and peeking in the windows.

He opens the doors a crack and sneaks inside, a pack on his bag so laden with packages it should slow him down.

But it doesn’t.

It doesn’t so much as press his feet into the snow so he leaves no prints behind.

Cloaked in red and white, covered in feathers like an upright standing dove, the figure flies from house to house, dipping in and out so quickly he appears as only a blur between blinks.

An ephemeral streak against the dreary landscape.

The figure reaches the final house – the smallest of the lot, leaning with every breeze that blows. His hand reaches for the knob, ready to give it a turn, when a secondary figure creeps up behind him – one without his gift for secrecy.

“Hello, Aziraphale!”

Aziraphale’s hand jerks away from the door in surprise. “Do you have to keep doing that every time you see me?” He peeks behind him, glares into poison yellow eyes.

“Yes. Yes, I do. Well, well, well, isn’t this a sight.” Crowley smirks, arms crossed over his chest, though that’s hard to tell in the outfit he’s wearing. “Breaking into houses on the holiest night of the year? Tsk tsk, Aziraphale. If you wanted to fall so badly, you could have just come talk to me.” I would have talked you out of it, he thinks bitterly.

“That’s not what I’m doing!” Aziraphale hisses.

“You could have fooled me. I’ve been watching you – running in and out of these houses with that pack on your back, full of ill-gotten goods. And …” Crowley leans back, his smirk growing, eyeing up and down the blood-red cloak the angel has on, shielded by his wings curled around his body. “What on Earth are you wearing?”

Aziraphale’s right eyebrow shoots up on his forehead. “You should talk. What poor creature did you mutilate to make your get-up?” He snickers as he looks down the demon’s body at the shaggy jacket and trousers he’s wearing, reminiscent of a muskox, horns included, fixed to the hood, and … Aziraphale’s brows draw together. “Are there … hooves on your shoes?”

“There are indeed,” Crowley says, overly proud since he knows he’s being made fun of. “They’re quite useful for walking through all this ice and snow.”

Aziraphale rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the door. “I’ll bet. Now, if you don’t mind …” He gives the door a shove, ready to resume his work, but it’s stuck. He pushes again. It seems to push back, actively resisting. That’s when he realizes …

“Crowley! Stop holding the door shut!”

“Nope. Not until you tell me what you’re doing.”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t. But it’s been a long night. I’m bored.” The demon sniffs. “Amuse me.”

Aziraphale sighs. He doesn’t have the time nor the patience for this. But it has been a long night. Aziraphale could retaliate – blow the door off its hinges, knock Crowley down the mountain to boot. But neither is worth the effort in the long run.

Plus, he runs the risk of waking someone up.

“If you must know,” he starts haughtily, “I’m not stealing anything. I’m giving.”

“And what are you giving, angel?” Crowley’s voice becomes softer – not just in volume, but in tone. It makes Aziraphale want to mirror it.

“Hope. In the form of food, warm clothes, a few toys for the kids.”

“Ah, I see,” Crowley says, his soft tone turning sour, and Aziraphale is sorry he let his guard down. “Church attendance low in this town or something?”

Aziraphale sighs again. “Something like that.” He’s not necessarily offended that Crowley would boil everything down to that. God doesn’t happen to be one among his favorites. But for Aziraphale, it goes farther than humans occupying the pews in the rundown shack of a church outside town. It was put there by the same people who force these people to work from sun up to sun down with little to no compensation so why should they attend? And since that’s been happening, keeps happening generation after generation, why should they have faith at all that the Almighty is going to fix that for them?

No, Aziraphale doesn’t care that only three people here still attend church every Sunday, or that they’re the only ones here who pray. He cares that very few people in this town want to go on living, that more and more men risk the dangers of the ice and cold knowing that they won’t return.

Betting on it, in some case.

That’s what concerns Aziraphale more than anything.

He wants these people to have something to believe in.

He needs them to see that there’s a brighter future ahead.

“How many houses have you been to tonight?” Crowley asks.

“I … I don’t know. About two hundred? Maybe three? I started at the bottom of the mountain after sunset …”

Crowley tuts. “Why don’t you use a miracle? Do all the houses at once? Unless …” He tilts his head, eyes Aziraphale dubiously “… you don’t want Heaven to know what you’re doing? Do you?”

“This doesn’t happen to be one of my official assignments, no, so I thought it best not to bother Heaven.”

“But why not? They’d give you a commendation, right? Or don’t they think giving food and toys to poor people is worth a miracle?”

“Whether they do or not isn’t the point,” Aziraphale says, hoisting the sagging pack on his back, hoping Crowley will take the hint and leave him to it. “Sometimes it’s nice to do things without someone else looking over your shoulder.”

Crowley nods. Then his eye widen. “Oh. Should I … should I leave then? Do you want to be alone?”

Aziraphale stares at the bizarrely shaggy demon, balanced expertly on two hooves, a bit too much on the nose for Aziraphale’s taste, and smiles. “No,” he says with a muted chuckle. “That’s all right. Stay, if you’d like. I’d appreciate the company.”

“All right-y then.” Crowley beams, all too pleased, and Aziraphale begins to wonder if he made the right decision inviting him along.

Oh, well. Too late now.

Aziraphale turns back to the door. The warm comfort of Crowley’s body presses against him as the demon prepares to follow him inside. Aziraphale’s smile, which had been absent most of the night, blooms. What a comical duo they must make to outside eyes, he thinks. But what on Earth will he tell people if they get caught? Aziraphale can pass himself off as Saint Nicholas, of course, but Crowley? Will the mortals believe that he’s Aziraphale’s tall, gangly pet? Some kind of malformed reindeer, perhaps?

They’ll cross that bridge when they come to it.

He opens the door slowly, thanking God when the wood doesn’t creak, the hinges don’t whine. There hasn’t been any rain since the snows set in and the doors have been dry as bone. With not a single soul awake, the square is still full of conversation, the houses spreading gossip that can be heard for miles with every wind that blows.

Crowley steps into the house behind him, catching the door when Aziraphale lets it go and closing it, careful not to make a sound. With the door shut, they should be plunged into darkness, but there are so many cracks and holes and uneven corners, pricks of blue moonlight shine through. Inside the house feels more like an ice box than a home, the coals in the stove having long since given up the fight at keeping the place warm.

“This poor family,” Aziraphale mutters as he puts down his pack and sets to work. “A mom and two children, one crippled, father gone. How they manage to keep food on the table, I can’t understand.”

“Sounds like a miracle.” Crowley strolls the small living area, examining the nothing this family owns but this two-room hovel, the lot of them huddled together in the next room, fast asleep.

“I wish it was,” Aziraphale says, unpacking a box of oranges, another of walnuts, sacks of sugar and flour, small pouches of molasses and peppermint, and a brown burlap wrapped side of bacon. Then he sets out some brightly painted wooden blocks, a toy train, a set of eight water colors, a soft doll with real yarn hair wearing a pretty blue dress. Crowley watches the angel pull more and more items out – a few warm blankets, trousers, shirts, and shoes, marveling at its capacity.

“That’s some bag.”

“Made it myself.”

“Any alcohol in there.”

“A bottle or two. Mostly for use as medicine, for good moms and dads.”

“Party pooper,” Crowley grouses. “Probably the shite stuff anyway, ain’t it? Knowing angels ...”

“Hell---hello?”

Aziraphale and Crowley look at one another, both of them wide eyes and rigid spines. The first to his senses, Aziraphale spins around quickly, curling his wings around himself, hiding his face behind long, white feathers that make him appear to have grown a beard.

“Hello, little boy,” he says in a huskier version of his voice, one that makes Crowley choke on his tongue. “What’s your name?”

“H---hans,” the boy stutters, creeping out further into the moonlight. “Hans von Aachen.”

“Hello, Hans. And what are you doing awake at this hour?”

“I heard voices. I’m the man of the house, so I came to investigate.”

“Are you now?” Aziraphale says fondly, sadly, since this man of the house can’t be older than ten.

His lack of nourishment makes him look eight.

“A-ha.” The thin boy looks up at the angel in awe. “Are you … Saint Nicholas!?”

“Why, yes,” Aziraphale lies confidently since he’d intended on going with that explanation all along. “Yes, I am.”

Hans gasps. “I was hoping you’d come! My momma, she says that she would pray and pray and pray for you when she was my age, but you never came! But here you are! Oh!” His hands flutter in excitement. “I should go get her! Tell her the good news!”

“Oh!” Aziraphale glances over his shoulder at Crowley, subconsciously asking for help. Crowley is better with children than Aziraphale, after all. Luckily, Aziraphale hadn’t encountered one till now. “That wouldn’t be …”

“Don’t do that,” Crowley steps in. “No need to bother her. She needs her rest.”

Crowley’s voice attracts Hans’s attention. When he lays eyes on the demon towering above him in his shaggy suit with hooved feet and a hood of horns on his head, the boy’s paper thin skin goes pale.

“Who … who are you?” Hans asks in a shaky voice, pointing a fearful finger at Crowley’s face.

Crowley looks to Aziraphale for an appropriate response. But since the angel doesn’t seem to have one, Crowley decides on one for himself.

It gives him a wicked giggle, too.

“I’m a demon!” Crowley growls before Aziraphale can stop him.

Hans’s breath catches in his throat. “B-but … why would Father Christmas be traveling with a demon?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale says, unamused, “why would Father Christmas be traveling with a demon?”

“I’m …” Crowley hadn’t exactly thought that far ahead, but he recovers quickly “… I’m here to punish all the bad boys and girls! Stuff them into baskets and take them down to Hell for an eternity of punishment!”

Hans gasps again, stumbling backward, literally shaking with fear.

“Good Lord,” Aziraphale mutters.

“You’re not a bad little boy?” Crowley asks, slinking towards Hans, tilting his head left and right in jarring ways. “Are you?”

“Oh! Oh, n-no! I’m not … I’m not bad! I pr-promise! I swear!”

“Leave him be,” Aziraphale says, taking a snarling Crowley by the shoulder and pulling him back behind him. “Don’t worry, dear Hans. My traveling companion won’t hurt you.”

Hans nods, but he continues to look unsure. He takes a step towards Saint Nicholas, but the hissing, spitting demon keeps him away.

“Wh---what can I do to make him leave?” Hans asks timidly, but in Aziraphale’s eyes, with great courage.

Crowley stands up straight, gazing thoughtfully at the little boy worrying his lower lip with gapped teeth, the two up front too big for his mouth. “Does your mum keep any alcohol in the place?”

Aziraphale puts a hand to Crowley’s chest and pushes him towards the door. “Just run along to bed, Hans, and go back to sleep. And for being such a good boy, such a responsible young man, I’ve brought presents for you and your family. You may open them in the morning.”

“Oh thank you, Saint Nicholas!” Hans cries, jumping up and down with a joy that overwhelms his fear. “Thank you so much!”

“And remember!” Crowley calls after him. “Don’t tell a soul you saw us! Or I’ll be back next year with the basket!”

“You’re a horrible demon!” Aziraphale says when the boy has squirreled himself away, back onto a straw-stuffed mattress with his mother and brother, a touch of angelic magic seeing him off to his best ever dreams, and a new thick wool blanket covering the three of them.

“Well, duh.” Crowley grabs Aziraphale’s sack, ties it at the top, and tosses it over his shoulder. “Shall we?”

***

Soho, Christmas 2019

“How do you like your present?” Crowley asks, pouring himself a glass of the rare red vintage Aziraphale acquired for him through less than angelic means.

The acquisition is an integral part of the gift.

Buying Crowley a bottle of his favorite wine isn’t any fun. He can do that for himself. Hiring an ex-member of a cartel to steal it from a local mob boss, just to have both gentlemen cornered in a dark alley and arrested seconds before they’re about to take one another out however?

That’s another story.

One that Crowley reads over and over with every glass he pours, every sip he savors.

“It’s lovely,” Aziraphale says, pushing wrapping paper aside and opening the book Crowley gave him. He flips through the pages, focusing mostly on the plates and not the words just this once. He stops on one page that Crowley had bookmarked with a red satin ribbon. The plate on this page features a lesser known painting by a famous 16th century artist, of Saint Nicholas and the demon Krampus, huddled by the dusty grey hearth of a creaky, hole-infested matchbox of a house, laughing over something the viewer may only speculate about. But unlike similar paintings of this stolen moment, it’s the demon that looks fondly on and the saint that seems to have a glint of mischief in his blue eyes. The painting is so finely rendered, so intricately detailed, it could be mistaken for a photograph if not for the handful of visible strokes signifying otherwise.

Aziraphale searches for the signature, his suspicions confirmed when he sees the name etched along the bottom in gold - Hans von Aachen.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” Aziraphale hovers delicate fingertips above the image – the first painting Hans ever sold. It rescued him, his mother, and his brother from that ragged shack, brought his whole town out of poverty. “But please, tell me one thing?”

“Anything.”

Aziraphale lifts the book, displaying the painting for Crowley to see. “How did that whole Don’t tell a soul you saw us or else! thing work out for you?”

“I’d say it worked out rather well …” Crowley slides onto the arm of the sofa, bumping his husband’s shoulder with his hip “… if it gives people hope. Faith. Something, anything, to believe in. Don’t you?”

Crowley leans down, lips puckered, fishing for a kiss, and Aziraphale, chuckling at his ridiculous, shaggy demon, lifts his chin to give it. “I guess I can’t disagree.”

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unmanageable-day · 4 years

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"Does anybody see Yeoreum?"

Wendy, Seulgi, and Yeri widened their eyes when Johnny suddenly popped up, looking quite frantic. What they could do was just shaking their head, both in confusion and to answer his question. Johnny rushingly asked each person he encountered there at Ten's birthday party. He wanted to offer you a ride to go to the party and to take you home from the party, yet Taeyong's effort was very consistent to prevent him talking to you. The party just started 30 minutes ago. He should know if you were around, right? The venue was not even that big. You wouldn't be lost or hidden somewhere in that place. But why was it so hard to find you?

"Is Yeoreum here?" he asked the birthday boy after going through every corner.

Ten put his hands closer to Johnny's chest. "Whoa, calm down, big boy." He wanted Johnny to take a breath and manage his obvious emotion before telling your whereabout. "I just met her a second ago and she already left. She actually said she didn't want to be a party pooper. I wish she stays longer too though."

"That's so typical of her, right?" commented Taeyong who happened to stand next to Ten. "She told us she was going to stop by. She really did that, huh?"

"You knew she was here?" Johnny pointed at Taeyong, squinting his eyes in disbelief. "You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"I don't have to, Johnny." Taeyong glared at his giant buddy. "Even if I did, do you think she'd be happy to see you?"

Johnny groaned quietly as he diverted his eyes to somewhere else. He hated to see Taeyong in the eyes when he was being nagged. Especially when Taeyong just stated some right points. All Johnny wanted to do was to see you. He was so ready to go after you, not even listening to Taeyong. "She's probably still around. I'll go look for her once again," he muttered before dashing his way out.

"Johnny, stop!" shouted Taeyong. He was about to run after Johnny if Ten didn't stop him.

It was useless anyways. Johnny was still unable to trace you. None of your friends saw you at the party. Some even joked that you were like a ninja, yet Johnny didn't find it funny at all.

Taeyong and Ten found him beside the beer pong station. "Whatever you're doing right now, you should stop," Ten started.

"Even if she said yes to your offer to go home together, she would regret that because you would take your time leisurely at this party, and you would persuade her by saying just a minute. Then a minute will turn into an hour, 2 hours, 3 hours. That's why, Johnny, please, stop." Taeyong was in rage. As much as he loved Johnny as his bestfriend, letting him go after you didn't seem like a wise decision. He wouldn't let his bestfriend become a jerk more than he already was.

"I love Summer a lot. I let her leave not because she's a party pooper," Ten continued. "Because it wouldn't do her any good if I made her stay. I know she would get distressed. She's too kind to say it out loud."

Johnny frowned listening to his friends. He hated to admit that they were right. They were on points. As her ex-boyfriend, he should be more aware of all of those things they said. "I'll just go home now."

"Johnny..." Ten whined.

"Ten, I'm sorry. It's supposed to be your day. You shouldn't worry about me. It makes me feel like I'm the party pooper."

Johnny drove with you on his mind. He was hesitating either to head to your home or just let it slide this time. Suddenly he was reminded of one particular place you mentioned once when back in the days you were suggesting to visit if Johnny didn't have to go to all party invitations. In the end, you didn't get to go because Johnny was a social butterly and his network kept expanding.

After parking his car, he hurriedly hopped off and dashed to this particular cafe, hoping you were there.

In fact, you were. But not alone, unlike how he expected.

There you were, you were sitting next to a pretty guy, facing the window where Johnny could see you from across the street.

Jung Jaehyun? How...?

He wished his eyes were fooling him. It was difficult for him to lie to himself that he didn't envy that moment. It looked very intimate, the way you and that pretty man shared stories and laughter. He felt like it was his first time to see you telling something with your eyebrows and vigorous hand movements. It had been mostly the calm side of Song Yeoreum who he knew quite well. Song Yeoreum he knew was always elegant with the hand moves, mostly it was you brushing your hair, tucking your hair behind your ears, or flipping your hair over your shoulder. Your facial expression was always by default with a little smile—a result from extravagant effort 'trained' by your friends, including Johnny, in attempt to bring the summer out of you.

Who could have thought that the best summer in you could arise without being 'pushed'?

It was the brightest, warmest smile Johnny had ever witnessed. But why can't it be him? Why was it someone else? How could he not realize that you barely had that smiley face you showed while chattering with Jaehyun in the last 1 year of your relationship? You had that smile, which he used to see everyday but it was always with a group of friends. Not a smile that you flashed to him and himself only. But still, he liked that giggles, that chuckles, and a quiet hysterical laugh.

Johnny wanted to barge in. But then, what?

—※

"I saved you a seat," Jaehyun greeted you who was coming with the default expressionless face, while he had his deep dimples showing. "And the limited new signature dish of cookies and cream tiramisu, because they only made few for trial."

Your lips curved to a smile as you sat down. "Do you know I was going to come? It's past 9 PM."

"Lucky guess." He sipped the last drop of his latte. "Going somewhere today?" he asked as he scanned your outfit; the unfamiliar all-black, a bit lacey and velvety from head to toe and the dangling earrings that got emphasized due to your hair tucked behind your ears. Not to mention the shiny and blinks from the glittery eye shadow you rarely put on. Sometimes you did surprise yourself at how much effort you were willing to do to get yourself dolled-up for an occasion when you yourself knew you wouldn't enjoy being there to the fullest. Perhaps some of the credit should be given to being Johnny's girlfriend and being 'forced' to go here and there with him.

"A friend's birthday party," you briefly said, sipping your hot chocolate.

When you thought your energy was drained after dropping by at Ten's even for less than 20 minutes, you just kind of let it flow chattering with Jaehyun. Soon it was about your hot takes on party, night club, and everything related to socialize and crowds. Jaehyun who proudly claimed himself as an extroverted person sometimes returned your points with jokes on being anti-social and why it's better to be a social butterfly.

"Are you sure you're not a party pooper?" Jaehyun attacked with his wide grin.

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be wrongfully accused yet your grin as wide as his. "You really are Jungkook's friend." You shook your head slowly in pretentious disbelief. "Actually, as someone who is extroverted, you can't sit here." You backfired, mimicking the 'Mean Girls' line for 'on Wednesdays we wear pink'. "Even this whole activity in a cafe all day long alone doesn't suit an extrovert."

Jaehyun chuckled. "Thank goodness you don't make the rules."

His dimples wouldn't lie on how much he enjoyed that night with you. He was concerned that you didn't look very good when he saw you walking from across the street. He wanted to ask if you were fine. But the way you talked to him until the cafe was almost closed changed his mind, and he was reassured that you were okay. It came to his conclusion that you were a 100% introvert person who absolutely couldn't stand crowds and gets easily tired after socializing.

He found it pretty cute though, especially when he knew that your current job was related to social media. This lead him to 'stalk' your personal social media platforms to kill some time. Nothing much he could find there, except you sharing your taste of music—mostly those with unique style like Baek Yerin, george, Cifika, and Katie, your doodles, your current reading, your DIY simple nail art, or just random snap shots from random places. There were barely your face even on your personal feeds. He also noticed that you only updated only once or twice a week, which most people might think you were not that social media savvy.

Another thing he realized was how much you and Johnny were the opposite in terms of personality and preference. Some people say it would be better to be with someone who resembles each other, so there would be less disagreement, fight and debates on this and that. Although there were other people with different opinions who like to experience the journey being with someone who is totally unlike ourselves. They would say it would add up the variety in dating life. Sometimes he couldn't help but wondering which one are you, and what could be the main reason you were dating Johnny Seo.

"There is this newly opened cafe, a bit far from here, but I thought you might like the place. They serve great coffee and pastries, even their brunch menu is good. You'll like the interior too." Jaehyun handed you his phone to let you see the website of the cafe he was talking about. "It's perfect for someone like you who likes to spend time doing nothing."

"I'm not doing nothing." You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Anyway, want to check it out ...with me?"

You paused scrolling his phone screen as the smile on your face faded away. "Just the two of us?" you asked, looking at him in the eyes. You sure were an introvert who enjoyed being alone or accompanied by maximum of 3 people. Having Jaehyun as a cafe mate was a pleasure and it was always a good time to be spent with him. But to hang out further, why did you feel like it was not yet a right time?

Could the not-so-recent break up with Johnny possibly still affect you?

Were you not ready to mingle with another guy and start all over again?

But again, Jaehyun asked to be friends in the first place. Why should you worry too much about that?

Jaehyun noticed the change in your tone. Perhaps it's too soon, he thought. "No, of course not. I was about to say that Jungkook is coming along too."

"Really? He is going to this kind of cafe?"

"Obviously no. That's why I talked to his girlfriend, and it's done."

"You got that right."

"So, next Saturday?"

You nodded.

#nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct au #nct fluff #nct angst #nct drabbles #nct blurbs #nct johnny #nct jaehyun #johnny imagines #jaehyun imagines #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #post by yourblinkies

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sunsetcurve · 5 years

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we’ll come together (state of the art)

Summary: Before, she'd gotten so caught up in all of it—trying to stop Captain Man from erasing her memories, then trying to get his back—that she hadn't really had time to process this. And now she does. And it's making her head hurt.

Because, well. Henry is Kid Danger.

Fandom: Henry Danger

Relationships: Henry Hart & Piper Hart

Word Count: 1,640

A/N: it took every ounce of willpower i had not to title this “Hart to Hart”.

(actual title is from one of my favorite songs by my favorite band ever, kids in the dark by all time low).

anyway, here it is, the “piper and henry have a talk” fic that i really just needed to get out of my system. this was really fun to write, but keep in mind that my general motto when writing hd fics (and fic in general, really), is “fuck canon i do what i want” so this is really cheesy and somewhat ooc. it’s fine. sort of. i had a good time, and that’s what we’re here for, right?

Dedications: i’m gonna tag some of the wonderful people here, but no pressure to read it at all! @rorythevambire @up-the-tube @ciara-knightly @cactus-con @mychenrymadness @charlottepage @henryhearts @bijerbear @taylorswiftrulestheworld @just-a-j-reallly

if you want to be tagged/untagged in the future just let me know! enjoy :)

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When it's over, the Man Cave is quiet.

This is a strange, sharp contrast to the chaos that Piper had fallen into before, but now Captain Man's—Ray's—memories are back, and he's sleeping off the side effects in his room, and Henry, Charlotte, and Jasper are upstairs in the store and Schwoz is...somewhere. He went off with a vague explanation, and he's sort of a strange man so Piper's not really sure she wants to ask questions.

(Come to think of it, she's pretty sure she's seen him before—the German 'neighbor' who came to Henry's birthday party, the 'plumber' who came to fix their sink—she thinks she's even seen him around at the high school. Which makes a lot more sense now, but is still mildly unsettling.)

Piper tugs the headband out of her hair and fiddles with the bow in her hands. She's probably ruined her hair, and really the outfit isn't complete without the accessory but she can't really bring herself to care. She needs something to do with her hands, and her mind is running in circles that are way too fast to be satisfied by scrolling mindlessly through Instagram right now. There's too much to think about.

Before, she'd gotten so caught up in all of it—trying to stop Captain Man from erasing her memories, then trying to get his back—that she hadn't really had time to process this. And now she does. And it's making her head hurt.

Because, well. Henry is Kid Danger.

And if she really thinks about it, it's not that hard to reconcile the two. They've got the same hair, the same smile, the same stupid sense of humor—the same bravery that Piper pretends she doesn't see. And, if she really thinks about it, there's a part of her that's known for a while. Since he broke his arm, maybe. Or even before then.

But she never wanted to believe it. The difficulty comes when she tries to put Henry in that position in her mind. She's seen Kid Danger fight off villain after villain, take punches and be shot at and thrown into walls and god knows what else that wasn't broadcasted on TV, and she's always known that there was a teenager behind that mask but realizing it's been her brother this whole time is something entirely different. Something that's hard for her to wrap her head around.

She wonders how many times he'd snuck out and come back in the dead of the night without any of them noticing, wonders how many injuries he'd hidden just to pretend things were normal. She wonders why she and her family never even asked about his disappearances. She wonders, briefly, how many times Henry has almost died without them knowing anything about it, and then stops that train of thought before it goes too far.

That's not something she wants to consider.

Piper rubs at her eyes with the heels of her palms.

Then, the elevator dings, and she makes a show of putting her headband back into place and trying to look like she's just re-adjusting her hair and not her entire view of the world. Henry steps out, and there's still glitter in his hair and on his cheeks—the bubblegum-ploy Ray had come up with had been less than successful. He looks at Piper, sitting on the steps near the elevator, and tilts his head curiously as he takes a seat next to her.

"So I'm guessing you were never actually the playground pooper?" she says first, because she's not really sure what else to say.

Henry laughs, sounding a little relieved, like he was expecting something else. "Nope. I swear on my life I have never pooped on a playground. Or broken my arm doing it."

"That's kind of a shame," she hums. "It was really good blackmail material." This gets him to attempt at bumping her in the ribs with his elbow, but she dodges before he can and sticks her tongue out at him. "It was also a pretty shitty excuse, y'know," she adds.

He scoffs incredulously. "Uh, first of all, it was Jasper's idea, and also, you fell for it," he retorts, defensive.

Piper sort of glances at her feet, then, furrowing her brow just a little. "Yeah, but I shouldn't have." She shakes her head. "I should've figured it out a long time ago."

"I was worried you would," he says after a moment, and scoots closer to her. "All the disappearances, right?"

"Yeah, and your terrible lies, like...the 'makeup excuse'? You can't do a decent wing to save your life."

Henry scoffs at that but doesn't argue, and then it's quiet for a beat and Piper tries to figure out how to say what she wants to. She's not good at this part; she's honest and bold and unwavering with her words, always, but this is different. This is trying to voice the mixture of pride and worry and frustration and fear that's been sitting in her chest for the last few hours.

She takes a breath. "And," she starts, without really knowing where she's going, and she sees Henry look up out of the corner of her eye but doesn't meet his gaze, "I should've known that your stupid junk store was just a ploy."

He opens his mouth to respond, but she keeps going; it's hard to stop now that she's started. "And I should've known that your boss was way too intrusive for it to be normal, and I should've known your watch was suspicious. And you never let anyone near your bubblegum, I should've figured out that there was something weird about that a long time ago, and I should've—" her breath catches, and then her voice quivers a little and she hates it, "—and I should've known you'd be the only teenager dumb enough to risk your life every single day—"

"Piper," Henry says, and puts his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Piper, it's okay—"

"Don't say that!" She stands up, trying not to have a full-blown meltdown, because those are reserved for Jana Tetrazzini and Wi-Fi crashes, but then again, she decides, this outscales both of those things by miles. Her hands are shaking. "What if you had died? What if someone had—and we wouldn't even have known, and don't—" she says when his mouth opens, "don't try and tell me that you were fine; I've seen the news, I've seen you fight villains, I've seen people shoot at you with-with actual guns and you're not like Ray, you're not indestructible—"

"I know that, okay?" And Henry's standing now, too, and his voice is sharp—not angry, really, but frustrated, and maybe just tired. Piper deflates a little.

"I know," he says again. "But, Piper...Ray needs me. Swellview needs me. Someone has to do this, and...it just happened to be me, okay? This is my job now." He pauses, and then his lips quirk upward into a small smile. "I might not have the 'great power', but I still have the—"

"If you finish that sentence, I will hit you," Piper warns, and he shuts his mouth.

She's never seen him look this serious about anything, though. It's strange to her, that she could've missed a part of her brother that's so big, and now that she knows it feels like the mask couldn't change a thing. There's a voice in the back of her mind that wants to tell Henry to put his suit up for good, walk away while he's still living and breathing and okay (because maybe she'll never admit it, but her love for Kid Danger is significantly outweighed by her love for Henry Hart), but the rest of her knows that it wouldn't matter either way. He'd still be the same; brave and reckless and stupid, and her brother.

And she's trying to decide if she hates him for it.

"You're such an idiot," she says finally, and hugs him. She feels his laugh more than she hears it, and his chin comes to rest on top of her head and she's sort of trying not to cry, especially because she thinks her makeup looks good today and Henry's wearing something that isn't a flannel for once and she really doesn't want to ruin it.

"So...are we cool now?" he asks hopefully, after a moment passes, and she shakes her head against his chest.

"Nope. No way. We are so far from cool, Henry."

She doesn't let go, though.

Neither does he, and they just stay like that, and she can't remember the last time they've hugged like this and she would never say it out loud but she missed it. When they finally pull apart, he grins at her and tousles her hair like he used to do when they were kids.

"Come on," he says then, and steps up the low stairs. "I want to show you something." There's a familiar glimmer in his eye, the same look he gets when they sneak out to watch R-rated horror movies or pull pranks on their parents together, and she lifts an eyebrow.

"Show me what?"

He gestures for her to join him. "Just, trust me." His voice is tinged with fondness, and she scoffs as he continues, "It's like, a rite of passage."

Piper hesitates a moment longer before going to stand next to him. Henry glances at the ceiling, and then positions himself on the floor, and then tugs Piper close to him. She tenses, but wraps her arms around him. "Um. What are we doing?"

"You'll see," he says, and then looks up again. He clicks something on his watch, and a glass tube descends around them, and Piper yelps. Henry laughs. "You're gonna love this part. Ready?"

"For what?"

"Just hold on tight," he grins, and then, "Up the tube!"

#henry danger #henry danger fic #writing #my writing #henry hart #piper hart #hd #fanfiction #henry danger fanfiction #sibling bonding #sister twister #post sister twister #//umanawrites

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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Infatuated | 02 (m)

Summary: You liked planning ahead. To save your future self some avoidable heartache, you’ve set your eyes on the golden boy, and your brother Yoongi’s best friend, Kim Seokjin. Some may call it an obsession. Your best friend calls it ‘picking the wrong guy’. Park Jimin calls it stalking and you just call it infatuation.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, facial.

Words: 11k+

A/N: here it is. After pushing the post date further and further i’m still not to happy with all of it hhhhh. I like some parts more than others and some i may be overthinking lol. let me know if you guys enjoyed it. Thanks everyone for being patient ily<3

You had imagined this day so many times that it was almost too hard to make yourself not think about spending time with Jin. You had seen him on a few dates before – accidentally, mind you – and rather than a bout of jealousy you’d felt determination course through your veins to be the girl in those fancy café couches that Seokjin always took his dates to. And that’s not too off the typical chain of thoughts and emotions someone feels after seeing their crush on a date with another girl. Not weird at all. Yeah sure you got yelled at by Sana to snap out of it and stop being a sociopath but there was nothing sociopathic about a crush!

“Yes it is! Especially when you look like you’re about to go to a business meeting than a date.” You groan for the hundredth time it seems, smoothing down the formal blouse you wore on top of your formal-ish pencil skirt. You needed to look put together and like someone Seokjin could see himself bring to his future meetings for his future career. Ugh, why couldn’t Sana have an equally intense infatuation with someone like you did?

“Not infatuation either. You seem even more uninterested in the romantic aspect of dating Seokjin-ssi than before.” Great. You were thinking out loud and Sana was more annoying than a mom sending her teenage daughter off to prom.

“What even happened last night anyway? How did your clothes not dry in a whole night?” Her furrowed eyebrows underneath her glasses has you scrambling your brain to find something else to throw her way before her stupidly beautiful big brain put two and two together.

“Uhh I just took another swim afterwards until late night so they never dried properly I guess.” Your nonchalance is commendable – you’ve got to say because Sana is only mulling your explanation in her head for another 5 seconds before the sound of your phone buzzing has you both distracted.

“Is it him again?” Sana’s arms are crossed as she watches you check your messages and the smile on your face confirms it all.

“He’s leaving his place now.”

“You guys aren’t going together? He literally lives like two buildings away.” Oh boy. Now you have more explaining to do.

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you hope her inquisitive and protective personality doesn’t get in the way of your date. “He’s with Yoongi right now and I’m sure he doesn’t want to let him know about us yet.”

“’Us?”

“Ugh. Sana, give it a rest will you.” You finally break your silent composure and face her cross armed figure that looms behind you like an over-protective mother. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m an independent woman. I can handle going to the local café by myself.” The sweet smile you send her way isn’t enough to change her opinion about your date with Seokjin but you can see her finally relenting and that’s all you care about.

“Fine whatever. But seriously,” she continues to drill the same words in you as you walk past her to fetch your booties that matched your outfit perfectly. Not too formal and not too informal. “I still don’t understand why you have to wear… that!”

She’s pointing her finger at you accusingly but thankfully you’re almost out of the door. Turning around for the last time before you left though, you take a hold of her shoulders in hopes of getting through to her anxieties about your ‘sham’ of a date with Seokjin - to her anyway.

“Sana, I get that you don’t approve of this sudden…change in events but maybe he genuinely has gotten the vibe from me you know?”

“I don’t.” She deadpans.

“Don’t be such a party pooper!” You don’t care that you probably sound like a child whining – cutely you hope – while you attack her with cuddles again and she unsuccessfully tries to wiggle out of your embrace.

“Fine, fine! Let go off me you koala… sloth hybrid.” And all you can do is make kissy faces at her. Adorable little demon. You could never leave for a date with Sana mad at you. It was a bad omen you’d learned.

“Even though none of this smells right to me,” She puts up her finger to stop the protest from escaping your tongue, “I hope he is at least a fun time.”

You can sense it in her words and most of all – in her eyes that she’s just concerned for you. Probably more than a friend is. This is why she was your soul sister. The complete opposite of you maybe but she cared for you like no one else did and for that you were always grateful. She was family.

“I’m sure he will be. He’s going on a date with me afterall,” your less than humble wink has her scoffing and you just blow her another kiss – to which she gags at – and say your goodbye.

“Don’t wait up!”

“Pipe down you slut. It’s only a coffee date.”

You wanted to arrive fashionably late but guess that was reserved for Seokjin too. Glancing at your watch doesn’t make the time go any faster but you try to stay occupied nonetheless. Which isn’t hard when Jimin keeps sending you cringey texts as well as shirtless selfies which you absolutely do not gawk at.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Seokjin’s airy voice fills your ears like water traveling through a dry river after a long drought. Dramatic? Absolutely. But you rarely felt like doing anything less when Jin exuded charm and his good looks brought out all the cheesy romantic movie plots in front of your eyes. Sure your heart didn’t skip a beat or felt anything other than the normal feelings you got when you had a crush. Didn’t mean you couldn’t fall in love later though! That was more realistic anyway.

“H-Hi! You look great.” You’re blurting out your words and you know that because Jin is already smiling his polite smile you’ve seen him wear almost all the time. However, instead of sitting down in front of you; you watch him with a puzzled look when he walks around and takes a seat right next to you. When he does; his whole body faces you and this is probably the closes he’s ever sat with you since… ever really. He must have noticed your reaction too because he’s laughing his pretty laugh when you just continue to stare at him.

“Thanks,” Tilting his head, he takes in your attire and suddenly you feel too overdressed when he’s shown up in some nice jeans and a fluffy sweatshirt. “You look…. Serious.”

About becoming your wife? Yeah. But you don’t say that of course. It only takes you a couple of seconds to get yourself together and turn on your charm switch because you did not want to blow this for yourself. Flipping back your hair as you throw your head back with a laugh – nailed it.

“I had a meeting.” You lie. But it sure gets Seokjin’s attention as he rakes his eyes up and down your form while he nonchalantly places his hand on the back of your chair as he turns himself completely towards you in his own seat. “For my thesis.”

“Ah,” he seems distracted but you’re not worried because he’s biting his bottom lip as he watches you speak. Damnit, why doesn’t getting his undivided attention – finally– feel better than it actually did?

“Sorry about this though.” You conjure the cutest pout you can and seeing Jin’s smile widen makes you high five yourself internally because he’s buying what you’re selling.

“No, no. You look…. Amazing.” He’s nodding as he says it and you just smile at him.

“Do you want to order now?”

“Yeah! I’ll take a chocolate brownie with a frappe please.” He’s chuckling at your excited response before he’s off to the register to order. Should you have paid? No right? He didn’t even ask you about it so it must be okay. As long as you weren’t coming off as rude.

“Coming right up.” He only stays for a few more seconds, looking at you with a look you haven’t seen from him before and then gets up to order. As soon as he’s gone you can let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in. Taking out the compact from your little crossbody bag you make sure your makeup hasn’t dried up on your face – thanks to the aircon in this place sucking out all the moisture from your face – and then quickly put it back once you’re satisfied.

“Ugh, what does he want.” Your phone is vibrating continuously as texts from Jimin continue to bombard your phone and you know he’s doing it on purpose to ruin your date! It’s nothing even important except random memes about bad dates.

“You look like you want to murder your phone.” Your gaze is jerked back up to Seokjin’s amused one as he returns and this time takes a seat across you.

“Ah more like someone.” The words are tumbling out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah? Who’s bothering you?” He leans in further, furrowing his eyebrows to no doubt show you he’s capable of being threatening. Though it’s hard to find a face as handsome as his own threatening to be honest. “Do I need to teach someone a lesson?”

And you just laugh The laugh you have practiced and you must say – you’re killing it. “I think you do that enough on the field. It’s just Jimin.”

At the mention of the younger boy’s name Seokjin’s nodding as his eyebrows shoot up again – very much still looking amused. But this time there is another twinkle in his eyes that tells you he is not looking at you as a friend but there isn’t much ‘just-friends’ about the way he has been shamelessly checking you out since he’d arrived.

“You guys seem close.” He doesn’t stop looking at you inquisitively even when the waitress brings your drinks to the table. “I thought you two weren’t… involved.”

That’s the word he finally seems to settle with after very obviously trying to think of a better one to describe your relationship with that weasel – who very much seems to be the topic of your conversations lately. How does he manage to slip in to almost every aspect of your life these days? Ugh.

“No!” You’re almost shouting it out which takes Jin by surprise but he only seems relieved and that just excites you more. All these questions must mean something right? Was this finally the time he was going to ask you out? Oh sweet heav- right. You need to finish your side before he gets weirded out and runs. “No, nothing like that. He’s just… annoying.”

“Is he?” Seokjin is smiling at his own chai latte when he notices the look of disgust on your face. “Seemed pretty close to me at the party.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips almost immediately. Finally – something that weasel Jimin said actually paid off.

“You were watching me were you?” Seokjin’s melodious laughter fills your ear once again and gosh – you could get used to that sound. Even his laugh sounded graceful. So not fair.

“Y/n, every guy at that party was watching you beat Hyolin. Which was pretty cool by the way. I’ve never seen you so aggressive before!” He’s laughing in amazement while all you can think mentally – slightly feeling guilty for putting on this sweet girl façade – oh you have no idea.

But you can’t help it either when you’re ticking the strands of loose hair behind your ear, shrugging insouciantly to make sure Seokjin could see of how little importance it was to you that other men were noticing you. Or the fact that Jimin suggested the chicken fight in first place but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess I’m competitive.” Your grin is mirrored right back when Jin is shaking his head while he chuckles at you.

“You and me both.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem like it at all. Everything just seemed to work out for him – or so it seemed you guess.

“Yeah. In some aspects.” His smile tells you it’s not something common or entirely innocent because his smug grin while he wraps his plump lips around the straw. It’s honestly such an entirely new concept of Jin being this… forward. You’ve never seen him act like this before with you. This must be how he flirts and you can’t believe that you’re on the receiving end of it.

“Oh.” There isn’t anything else that comes to mind so you just settle with staring at him quizzically instead. Trying to figure him out even though you thought you had.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’ve just never shared that info with you before.” He’s patting your hand playfully and leaves it there to linger on your skin. His hands are unbelievably soft and it’s a nice feeling. His hands are soft and warm. And big – wow.

“Like them?”

“Uh.” You stutter – blushing when you realise you’ve been caught being a weirdo again. Damn it. “Yes? Yes. They’re pretty.” You outwardly cringe at your choice of words. This was going downhill fast but thankfully Seokjin doesn’t mind but only chuckles at your response again but doesn’t move his hand instead – only moves it further up your arm. The atmosphere is taking a turn as the café gets quieter with only a few other people sitting on the couches further up at the front.

“Well, thank you.” He tilts his head up and slightly to the side as he continues to stare at you with his intense eyes. Very much like how Jimin looked at you in the pool but the difference was that you were very much hypnotised while you stared back. With Jin – not so much but they were still nice to look at. You mentally reprimand yourself for thinking about Jimin while literally being in front of the man you’d been pining for, for years. “I’m very good with them too.”

Your breath is hitching at his forwardness because wow – this was a complete new Jin you were getting to know. He’s biting his lip and just for a few more seconds does he continue to hold your gaze so intensely like you’d asked him a riddle he was desperate to find the answer to. He’s snapping out of his sensual alter-ego you suppose – when he smiles brightly at you effectively snapping you out of whatever hold he had on you.

“So, you hungry?”

Hours have passed since you’d met up with Jin and honestly – he was everything you’d imagined him to be. Apart from his very overtly sexual flirting at the start, he’d just stuck to being his regular flirting self. Which was also new to you but oh-so-fun. While your responses had been calculated – sure – to keep up with the image you knew Seokjin would like the most; it was quite a fun time. You were genuinely enjoying yourself. In fact – more than you had anticipated. Maybe this will be easier than you thought. You could see yourself and Seokjin down the line and the idea didn’t make you sick to your stomach like you’d secretly thought would happen if you didn’t actually end up liking his personality when you got to be this close. But so far, so good.

He’d taken you to another restaurant that was definitely out of your budget – not that he made you pay for it or anything. Which was nice. It was pretty amazing actually. The food was maybe a bit too posh for you but you ate it anyway. Don’t knock it before you try it right? Well you could safely say you hated seafood. With a passion. How you didn’t gag when Seokjin insisted on handfeeding you the mussel is beyond you. But it’s not like you’re both going to like the same things right? It was good to be different from each other. So, so different. Wow. Seokjin was reallydifferent from you. He loved sports, seafood, playing instruments and golfing. And was an avid stamp collector. Most of all – you realised how boring it all sounded. Sure maybe sports wasn’t that boring of a hobby – you personally despised any form of physical activity – but you knew he was a great basketball player. At least you got to see his washboard stomach when he was sweating during games.

But whatever. You still had a good time. It was almost 9pm when you’d both finished your dinner and he’d walked you back to your dorm. His request had surprised you because you’d just expected that both of you would leave separately but apparently not. Currently, you’d just stopped in front of your building as Seokjin came to stand in front of you.

“I had a great day, oppa!” Your million watt smile is as cute as you can get and Jin seems to like it because before you know it – he’s taking a step closer and you have to fight your feet to stay put on the ground and not take a step back – on instinct.

“I did too.” Jin is reaching out his hand to tuck your hair behind your ears – something he’d done quite a lot today and you’d mentally fist pumped for leaving your hair out. You both seem to notice the shift in the air once more because no one says anything for the next minute. You have to look up slightly as Jin’s tall frame looms over you. You don’t notice that he’s been closing the distance between you both until he’s only a breath away. And before you know it – his soft plump lips are covering your own.

You’d imagined this moment so many times you’ve lost count. How the fireworks would instantly explode when your lips would touch while the butterflies would do their dance. The memory would be so unforgettable that it would be ingrained in your brain forever. However – annoyingly but not surprisingly – none of that happens. Sure the kiss is good and Jin’s lips are soft like pillows. There isn’t too much tongue to make it sloppy but not so chaste that everything feels a bit dry – just right. Perfect really if you were to judge the technique. Though there is no indication for you and your feelings that they’d be changing anytime soon.

You push the slight panic down when the reality wants to knock on your door in the middle of a kiss with your dream guy!

Seokjin’s hands had slipped around your face while he deepened the kiss and your hands automatically go to his waist – not knowing where else to put them. This was finally happening and yet you were way too aware of your surroundings than being lost in the kiss. Thankfully – Seokjin’s pulling away after a few minutes. His lips are looking more tempting than his kiss with how shiny and red they looked. But you realise that’s probably because they looked too much like another annoying boy’s in the darkness of the night and the shudder that goes through you is thankfully not too out of character given the circumstances and Jin is just smiling at you. Most likely thinking it’s because of him, thankfully.

He bites his lip while continuing to stare at yours – hands slipping down your arms. “Come to the party at my place tomorrow night?” Your eyes are bulging out of your head at the mention of visiting his house. Wait did he mean his frat?

“Your frat?”

“Well,” he smirks while his hands trace the lines in your palm, “not exactly. I meant my actual place. My parents are usually up at the lake house during this time of the year so it’ll be free.”

“I never knew that. Do you need my help to set up or anything?” He’s throwing his head back in response as a loud laugh escapes his pretty mouth.

“No sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’m having a party there.” You try not to gawk at him. It’s not? How come you never knew about these parties? You were practically invited to every party on campus. Though the knowledge that you’re finally going to his house is making you giddy. You were getting somewhere with him – finally. Everything was starting to work out.

“Okay. I’ll be there.” You just lean up to kiss his cheek in goodbye as he only grins in return.

A loud honk is interrupting you and both of you are jerking towards the sound as a Mercedes pulls up on the side of the road. Jimin’s annoying face is peering out along with Taehyung who’s on the passenger side. A low whistle sounds from the car while Jimin is annoyingly looking all too smugly at you. Automatically making your blood boil.

“Well hello there love birds.” You’d been too busy being annoyed on as your default emotional reaction to Jimin showing up anywhere near a five mile radius from you to notice that Seokjin had actually moved to stand a step apart from you compared to him being almost hovering over you just seconds ago.

“Jimin. Tae, what are you guys doing here?” Seokjin’s tone is back to the even drawl it always was before the one you got to know today and it only mildly bothers you that he’s acting like you both just met up on the sidewalk than returning from a date.

“Oh you know – just our usual rounds. I personally was looking for y/n.” He’s smiling sweetly at you while you’re trying not to roll your eyes and snort unattractively. Definitely ignoring the stupid butterflies that start dancing for the wrong boy because of his adorably dimply smile. Ugh.

“No he wasn’t.” Your response it almost instant and Jin is just watching you two slightly confused. You look at him with a reassuring grin and roll your eyes playfully to pass off Jimin’s comment as a joke.

“Actually we were. You left your bra at our frat last week girlie.” Taehyung obnoxiously loud voice is yelling out from besides Jimin and you just want earth to swallow you right up. Especially knowing how that must look in front of Jin.

To make matters worse – Taehyung is holding up said offending item up in plain sight for everyone to see and you can’t even be mad at that dumb blonde – literally, his hair was blonde now. He looked way too casual and no sign of a sleazy smirk was to be seen on his face. As if it were a pair of shoes or something equally uninteresting that you left at their place. Meanwhile – Jimin is looking very much like the sleaze you’d actually expected Taehyung to be. This was the first time you’re seeing Jimin after that night because while you’d just opted to forget about it all together, Jimin very much reminded you of it every day. To annoy you obviously. Why else?

Not like it was a big deal to him either. This was probably the norm for him since he had probably slept with several other women since then. You scoff internally but you should’ve probably been paying attention because Jimin is taking the undergarment from his friend before he’s flinging it out of the window towards you. You can tell he’s purposely flung it towards Seokjin more than you and you are just about ready to kill him.

“Thanks jerks!” Seokjin had caught it with ease and you’re finally looking towards him – very much expecting him to look disgusted but surprisingly – he’s anything but. In fact he seems to be holding in a smile as he hands you your bra.

“You’re welcome.” Jimin is winking at you before he’s driving off towards their frat down the road.

“I am so sorry. I had borrowed clothes after the party last week and must hav-”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jin is shrugging indifferently – not looking displeased or disgusted at all. Which is good right? You sigh internally but something about his reaction feels… off. Though you push that feeling down once more and just smile at him apologetically.

“Really y/n. It’s fine. You don’t have to explain.” This time he doesn’t hold back his smirk and you can tell he’s not exactly thinking the purest thoughts and you want to dance!

Seokjin was finally coming around and you were just about ready to burst with joy. This was finally happening.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jin is leaning forwards to steal a kiss – making you giggle.

“Yes you will.”

“Wait seriously? Seokjin has parties at his own house?” Sana is just as surprised as you when you tell her about the invite. She’d nearly caught you with the bra in your hand when you’d come in but the bright smile on your face had distracted her enough for you to throw it in the hamper before she sees it.

“Yes! So weird right? I thought it was just the frat house.”

“Me too. But hey,” she sits up on the couch where she’d been laying while you got ready for the party, “Sounds like he’s actually really in to you.”

“I know,” The smile on your face is one that screams ‘I’ve won’ and Sana is more than relieved. You can tell by her face that her suspicions and worries about you trying to stay involved with Jin are eased ever so slightly because she doesn’t continuously nag at you this time. Just watches you get ready to go.

“You sure you don’t want to come? I’m sure he won’t mind.” She only just waves you off in response. Why was she so stubborn?

Wait. Is this how she felt when you ignored her? Damn you’re annoying.

“But he didn’t invite me. And he obviously doesn’t invite just anyone at these parties so I’m not about to crash.”

“You’re way too polite Sana.” Shaking your head and sighing wistfully isn’t strong enough a tactic to blackmail her in to abandoning her rule following nature.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. You’ll be with Jin anyway so I’ll be bored.” You’re about to just ignore her but a certain blonde haired, deep voiced frat boy is coming to mind and you can’t help but smirk.

“What? What are you smiling about?”

“Taehyung will be there.” Instantly – her cheeks are going redder than a tomato while she makes a show of trying to look interested in whatever is playing on the television.

“A-And?” She’s adorably pushing her glasses further up her face but only someone completely socially inept would miss the slight higher pitch of her voice. Boy, she definitely had a crush.

“Ugh. You’re such a prude. Fine stay home and watch your boring TV.”

“MasterChef Junior isn’t boring!” Your eyes go wide at the mention of the show and you momentarily stop curling your hair.

“Wait is that what’s on tonight?”

“Yup! And you’re missing out just because of a boy.” She’s sticking out her tongue like both of you are thirteen again. But damn. You deserved that. That show was fucking hilarious and she really was the winner here tonight.

“Damn it. Don’t spoil this episode for me. I’ll watch it when I get back tonight.” Hurriedly you’re making sure your sundress looks smooth and your hair is spread evenly around you in the curls you’d just put them in so graciously.

“If you come back.” She’s muttering under her breath but you’ve heard it anyway.

“I heard that you bitch.” Throwing a cushion at her only gets you another funny face. “I’m definitely coming back. Not about to sleep with him on the second date. Besides, Seokjin is too classy to ask me that anyway.”

Sana is only looking at you like you’ve said something ludicrous. “What?! It’s true.”

“Whatever you tell yourself. He’s still a guy you know? Be careful.” You only run up behind the sofa to hug her from the back while she protested in response as always.

“I will, mom! Thank you for being cool with this.” This time, her sigh is one which lacks any playfulness at all and you know that she is genuinely hoping for you to be safe and have a good time.

“You’re smart. You know what to do. Now let go of me you hug freak.”

“One day you’re going to get the most huggiest boyfriend ever Sana. Just wait!”

“Get out before I change my mind and come just to sabotage your date.”

Ah, you loved that hermit.

Once again, your plan of arriving fashionably late is kind of a bust. Because rather than having Seokjin greet you like you’d imagined; Jimin’s blonde hair is greeting you instead and for once you’re face to face with the heels you were wearing.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin’s snort is the first sound you hear and you instantly wanted to strangle and make out with him!

“Uh, hi to you too y/n. If you’ve forgotten, Seokjin is my teammate and I don’t know? Best fr-”

You just push past his drama queen self and barge in. Not going to lie to yourself but Jimin’s chest somehow seems even more firm than before. Aaaand that was a bad though to be thinking at the moment because suddenly it’s too hot in your otherwise breezy sundress.

“Yeah whatever. Where’s Jin?” Jimin doesn’t waste any time in making sure his expressions are exaggerated as possible because he knows it annoys you. Why was he so annoying?!

“You’re so rude.” He’s of course shaking his head animatedly while he walks besides you and it’s only now that you notice the red cup in his hand. Most likely a mixture of high-end hard liquors. The boy drank like a sailor. “Considering we’ve exchanged body fluids I thought you’d be nicer to me.”

“Jimin!” ugh why did he have to say that? “Fucking gross! Go away you’re making my drink taste bad.”

He’s staring at your empty hands before he gives you a ‘the fuck’ look. “You don’t even have a drink yet.”

“That should tell you how badly you’re affecting my vibes? Go away.”

“You’re lucky I find you so hot.” His smirk is out of character because he isn’t teasing you further. Only taking a drink from his cup while his eyes peer over it at you and you wish he would stop. Because you’re already running hot and that’s also because of him. Jimin’s hair is dishevelled like it always is from his constant attention to it. And damn you if it wasn’t soft. You’ve tried everything you could this past week to keep the thoughts of that night from the party – locked in a chest filled with all of your bad experiences. But it was hard when it was one of the best experiences of your life and the reminiscing memories kept thrashing out of the secure lock you had on said chest.

Speaking of chests; there was one that you really wanted to see again. Yes. You guessed it. Jimin’s.

Ugh. Why was he everywhere?!

“O-Or what?” You’ve just managed to reply – albeit it’s a mutter, really. But of course he had to take this as an invitation to come closer. You’re being backed in to a corner near the entrance and somehow you haven’t just stormed out of there already like you usually did. No. You’re way too enthralled by his twinkling eyes and a smouldering gaze. The smirk playing up on his lips is just as dangerous as the rest of his demeanour. All too different of a reaction you had with Seokjin and you were getting annoyed with your heart at this point.

“Or,” He’s placing his free hand above on the wall behind you while his drink clad hand is lazily lifted up to his plush lips – all the while his eyes stay firmly locked with your own – taking a drink. Taking his time reeling you in. “I would spank you right in the middle of this living room. Don’t care who walks in. Your bitchy mouth needs a gag in it too.”

Are you dying? Is this how having a heart attack feels like? Because you might be having one. Your breath is caught in your throat and your brain can’t seem to send your lungs the signal to deflate and let the air out. Instead your hands have set themselves beside you on the wall and all snide remarks have seemingly flown out the window. Why was he so fucking hot?

More importantly – why was always reaching feverish temperatures with so much so as a few naughty words that left this devil’s mouth?

“Shut.. Shut up! Just because we’ve fucked once doesn’t mean I’m dying to have your dirty dick.”

“You didn’t seem to think it was dirty when you were crying because of it.” His teasing chuckle is back and that’s just enough for your nerves to ease and push him back. Thankfully you had because just then Jin’s loud laughter is filling your ears when the door opens and you’re jerking forwards to put as much distance between the two of you.

“Y/n! Hey.”

“Hi oppa!” You’re making sure to smile extra sweetly as soon as you notice none other than miss jenny trailing behind him. Did he come to his own house with her? You can hear Jimin gag behind you at your sickly sweet tone and you mentally note to yourself to kick him in the balls later for being an ass to you.

But for now all you could focus on was Jin’s toned arms – obviously not as toned as Jimin – in the slightly fitted shirt he wore and of course; the prettiest smile you’d seen on any man. Wow. How was this possible? Not to forget the perfect Jenny that was standing right besides him.

“I’m glad you came.” His smile is polite and you wonder if you should hug him as a greeting. You mean – he did kiss you last night. Maybe he’ll be cool with it?

But seems like the decision is already made for you when he’s placing his hand politely behind Jenny’s back to bring her forward from where she stood fiddling with her phone.

“Y/n, I’m sure you know Jenny.”

“Yup. Hello.” You just wave politely once more but you could see that she was very comfortable with herself while she watched your tight smile obviously trying to be genuine. But what made you more mad was that she also obviously did not see you as competition at all. And that infuriated you. Her smug smile when Jin has swiftly moved on to talk to Jimin while his hand continuing to stay at her back is confusing you even more.

Did he not have any interest in you at all? He’d barely said two words to you while he’d been all but shoving his tongue down your throat last night.

“Well feel free to grab food and drinks from the kitchen. I just have to talk to Jenny about something.” He’s smiling his stupidly polite smile again as he looks at you and Jimin.

“Y/n.” Oh thank god. You were almost about to pass out from humiliation if he had left without even saying more than just two words to you. Jin is whispering the next words so only you can hear. “I’ll be back in a bit to get you. Just stay here and mingle.”

“Okay but-”

“Thanks.” He’s ruffling your perfectly curled hair before leading Jenny further in to the house. You don’t even know the layout of the mansion to even assume if they’re going to his bedroom or anything.

“You look disappointed.” Jimin’s cheeky chuckle is all but bringing all the insults to the tip of your tongue. At least you were comfortable in this environment. It was familiar. Making fun of Jimin that is.

“I’m talking to you. So obviously.”

“Ouch. You’re really pissed huh?”

“No.” Your defensive reply is all he needs to burst out laughing while he walks towards the kitchen. And because you feel stupid just standing in the entrance you follow him – grumbling under your breath. There are people everywhere but the place is at least not crawling with them. This seems to be a more of an inner circle and you assume these are all people Jin is personally friends with. Plus, they look like seniors.

“Uh-huh, sure. If it makes you feel better – you’re way hotter than Jenny. In my opinion.” He’s looking at you like he’s consoling you or something.

“And who asked for your opinion?” You push away his arm, rolling your eyes at him. But you can’t deny the stupid butterflies that thrive at his stupid compliments!

“Admit it babe, you’re jealous of Jenny.” You snort at his matter of fact tone. Sure you were. Just a little but he didn’t know that for sure.

“Yeah right. She’s not the one he was making out with last night.” It’s nice to see Jimin with the sullen expression for once.

“Yeah well.” Jimin is clearing is throat after a few minutes of silence and you know you’ve won. He’s speechless for once. Instead, you just grab a drink for yourself and mouth ‘cheers’ his way with the victory smile on his face.

You’re just about to head outside before Jimin speaks again.

“Just be care y/n.” And this time, you’re the one who can’t think of what to say to that. Why was he so serious all of a sudden?

“What do you mean?” You can tell he’s instantly regretting what he’s said because he’s cursing under his breath as he turns away before looking at you again.

“What Jimin? Why are you being weird, weirdo?” He doesn’t say anything for another few minutes until you’re whacking his chest to snap him out of it.

“Ow! Fine! Stop giving me boo boos.” His pout if adorable sure but you just deadpan him until he’s rolling his eyes and finally elaborating. “Remember the cookies you brought?”

Your eyebrows are furrowing in confusion before you remember that you indeed took cookies over last week for Seokjin. “Yeah? What about them?” You gasp in horror.

“Did you eat them?!”

“Calm down witch. I wish I did. Ow! What now?” He’s rubbing over the area you’ve whacked him again – on the arm instead – to make him focus.

“Get to it already you rat.”

“Well if you must know,” he takes in a deep breath while keeping eye contact with you, “He threw them in the bin. That’s why I took you outside.”

“Okay yeah whatever.” This was bonkers. Why would you believe him? You’re about to turn around and try and find Jin before Jimin’s solid – and warm – grip on your shoulder is holding you back.

“I’m serious y/n. Didn’t you notice how quickly they were gone?” Well, yeah.

“I just assumed Tae ate some of them. He has a freakishly big mouth. Figuratively and literally too.” His eyes go wide as he nods.

“Agreed sister,” you give him a look at that but he just ignores you and continues, “But Seokjin really did throw them in the trash. I just took you outside before you noticed.”

Okay… you’re not sure how to feel about this. Pissed? Yeah you were. But why weren’t you feeling hurt as much as Jimin expected you to be? He was looking at you like you were going to break any second. But the truth of the matter was that you were just… pissed. Not hurt at all strangely. He did waste a perfectly good batch of cookies if what Jimin was saying was true. But whatever. He could be playing with you for all you knew. Besides they were just cookies. Not made of gold.

“So what?” You shrug it off, hoping to be casual about it and not show the irritation you were actually feeling if this was true.

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope.” A little. A lot if it was true. But Seokjin wasn’t like that so it was most likely not true.

“Really? That’s not fair!” And he’s pouting again. “You’re about ready to murder me all the time and he gets a free pass?”

He’s having to yell at you because you’re just walking away to find Jin.

“Go be drunk or something Jimin. I gotta go!”

Damn this house was big. You expected it to be but not this big. It’s been at least fifteen minutes and you’re still roaming the house. The music is everywhere no matter where you go and you assume that the house has an inbuilt sound system. Every room looked like something right out of a home décor magazine.

Finally after a bit of wandering – you come across a hallway upstairs that you haven’t seen before. But this must be out of bounds though, right? It’s dimly lit and you can guess there must be where the bedrooms are and despite the itching in your feet to just see what’s the décor like in those rooms – even you’re not that much of a creep. Maybe just a little.

And just when you’re about to head downstairs you can hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. Whoever it is must be coming out of the room now and you’re panicking. You needed to flee before you were caught being somewhere you probably weren’t supposed to. And you would have gone downstairs – really – if it wasn’t your brain recognizing the two voices to be distinctively sounding like Seokjin and, was it Jenny?

You’re tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as you can before standing right beside them so it doesn’t seem anything more than you just leaning against the wall. The voices are hushed but they are coming closer to the railing of the stairs so you know they’re about to come downstairs. Why was Seokjin up there all alone with a girl of all people? And the girl being definitely not you? You mean, you weren’t reading too much in to it. You don’t think. He did invite you to his party like he really wanted to spend more time with you.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny’s giggle is breaking your train of thought and you’re paying more attention now to hear what the hushed voices are saying. “I’ll be there.”

Your blood is starting to boil with every sultry word that she whispers like a vixen! Okay you needed to calm yourself.

“You better be. My mother is on cloud nine knowing you’ll be there.” His mom? Were they family friends? Your heart is dropping slightly but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Don’t worry oppa.” She’s almost purring her words and you can tell they haven’t begun their descend down the stairs yet. “I’m excited to finally meet her too.”

“Okay good. Wear the dress I got you.” This definitely didn’t sound as innocent as you were hoping it to be. And you can’t even be mad or call this cheating because you weren’t exactly dating him. But you also didn’t just kiss random boys – not counting the ones you accidentally kissed after one too many drinks. So at least it meant something to you.

“Spying on hyung at his own house huh?” The familiar teasing voice is filling your ears just when you can hear the two upstairs about to come down. Automatically, you’re turning around fast to put your mouth over Jimin’s loud as fuck voice because you didn’t trust him to not expose you in front of Seokjin.

“Would you lower your voice you rat!” Your hand is around his warm mouth and have to make yourself fight the feeling of Jimin’s wet tongue licking a stripe up your palm from the inside.

“So you admit you’re spying on him.” His voice is muffled and you cannot take him seriously when his eyes are turning in crescent moons because of his huge goofy ass grin. Ugh why was he adorable and infuriating all at once?

“I’m going to leave now.” Jenny’s voice is ringing in your ears once more and now you can clearly hear her heels coming down the stairs. And soon enough you’re pushing Jimin away just in time for the two figures to come in to your view. Unfortunately, they don’t notice you standing there at all because Jin is pulling Jenny close while her melodious little giggle makes you want to gag.

“Stay awhile,” Jin’s whinging like he’s her boyfriend who just wants to spend time with her a little longer and you think you’re going to be sick. “Please?” He’s tilting his head to the side while he looks deeply in to her big eyes. Exactly like he looked at you many times the day before.

You don’t realise you’ve just been staring at them interact – they obviously can’t see you but you can see half of their bodies from where you stood.

“Can you stop roughing me up. Jeez.” Jimin’s loud mouth is once again ruining things for you because Seokjin is pulling away from Jenny to walk all the way down the stairs.

“Jimin? Is that you?” However, Jin’s eyes are going wide when he notices you standing there too but he looks like he’s in no hurry to give an explanation to you. Not that you ask him for one but you’re sure your face looks a little bit betrayed. Because you felt it. How was he this friendly and flirty with Jenny when he’d literally been playing tug of war with your tongue just the night before? You thought Seokjin wasn’t like that?

“Oh,” He looks between you and Jimin – who looks like he wants to bolt out of there as he reads the vibe between you and Jin. Jenny seems unruffled and looks like she hasn’t a clue and you can guess she probably either doesn’t know about you and Jin or just doesn’t care.

Both very likely but finding out how much of a sleazy bastard Seokjin is turning out to be – anything was possible.

“How long… have you been standing here?” He doesn’t even address you specifically and you know that he wouldn’t give a shit if it was just Jimin standing here. But for some reason he does not want to address you in front of Jenny.

“Long enough.” You deadpan and Seokjin at least has the audacity to look sheepish while Jenny just waits for you to continue. But when you just continue to stare Seokjin down, she’s huffing and puffing before saying goodbye.

“Well, you guys have fun and chat,” again, only looking at Jimin, “I’ll be off. Bye sweetie.” She’s kissing Seokjin on the cheek before she leaves and you almost miss Jimin mouthing ‘oh shit’ when she finally goes.

It’s at least a minute or two after Jenny has left that Seokjin is finally saying something but you’re so furious that he played you like a fiddle that you don’t let him speak much. The whole scenario said enough and you weren’t that much of an oblivious idiot to believe whatever bullshit he was about to feed you.

“She’s just a friend.” He doesn’t even look particularly apologetic and you think you’ll be sick all over the nice shiny tiles of his home. He wastes so much of your time and doesn’t even look like he’s going to bother with the truth? Seokjin was more of an ass than you thought.

“Have fun with your ‘friend’ at dinner with your mother.” That’s enough for you to convey your anger because you probably growled that one out. You don’t know, everything was kind of blurring together when you were this angry. But thankfully, once again, Jimin’s helping you out at a party because he’s close enough for you to grab his hand and lead him and yourself away from Jin.

You just needed to get away before you squared up with Seokjin and you weren’t sure if he was above getting you thrown out of his party by his security.

“Uh where are we going?” Jimin’s confused and slightly nervous voice is asking you though he doesn’t stop you from dragging him through the endless crowds and out towards the backyard.

“Are you.. are you going to kill me?” His meek voice almost sounds too serious and amidst the rage that’s clouding your every judgement – you can’t help but laugh. Damn it. Not even a full five minutes alone with this rat and you’re already laughing.

Okay, maybe he was better than a rat. A mouse. Whatever.

“No I’m not. Though I’m angry enough to kill, for sure.”

“Hopefully not a human though, right?” you’ve finally come to a stop in the middle of Seokjin’s garden that had a freaking fountain in it. You sit beside it and stare at the water flowing from the little man-made waterfall.

“No,” pouting your lips you try to calm yourself down by running your hands through the cool water. “That’s illegal.”

When you look back at Jimin who’s just standing there watching you play with the water with his eyebrows furrowed, you shrug your shoulders in question.

“And morally wrong?” You shrug once more.

“Yeah that too I guess.” He’s laughing at your nonchalant response before he takes a seat beside you and dips his fingers in the water too. You’re not sure why you dragged him outside with you but it just seemed easier that way, you suppose.

A couple minutes pass and you still don’t say anything. Just remembering how much time you wasted on pining after Seokjin and that wasn’t even the real him. He always seemed so chivalrous and kind and gentle and just so… perfect. How did you get fooled? Just the thought of the missed opportunities at finding something real because your stupid idealistic self was going after the supposed ‘right’ guy makes you want to slap Seokjin and then yourself!

“You okay there?” Jimin’s voice is soft and you’re shaking your head in response. No point in hiding your obvious disappointment.

“I’m mad at me.” And you were. For once. “You don’t have to stay. I don’t know why I dragged you here.”

“I want to.” Jimin’s voice is soft and there isn’t even a hint of pity which makes you thankful to him. You’d just feel more embarrassed if he was staying with you out of pity. Not that you cared.

Ugh.

You did. It’s time to stop lying to yourself. You’d done that for years and look where it got you.

“Is something wrong with me?” You want to take back the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You would never ask these type of questions if you were so angry with yourself right now.

“Not at all.” Surprisingly – Jimin’s voice lacks any sort of playful or teasing tone and he sounds perfectly serious. Like he’s telling you facts and not just his own opinion. “Seokjin hyung is just a master at hiding his… adventures I guess.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his response but thankfully Jimin elaborates. “He’s just like me, Y/n.”

The unspoken ‘duh’ has you hanging your head in shame once again – feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Though Jimin is moving closer to you and soon you can feel cool hand touch your back as he rubs it over the span of it in soothing glides.

“I’m such an idiot.” The groans keep coming while you flick the water almost violently away from you. The anger seems to be a non-stop stream that’s flowing through you much like the fountain you had your hand in. But as soon as Jimin’s hand is moving towards your nape from the back – you’re relaxing almost instantly.

“You’re anything but an idiot Y/N. Seokjin is just an expert at hiding his man-whoring ways.” He shrugs when you look at him in question.

“He sleeps with exactly the same amount of people I sleep with. If not more. He really isn’t that different from me babe.” His eyes are apologetic but it still doesn’t feel like he’s pitying you or trying to make you feel better. Somehow, whatever Jimin says just doesn’t make you feel queasy or like he’s lying. Somehow you can just tell that he’s telling you the truth. Why wouldn’t he? Not like he liked you or anything. He only wants to get in your pants. Just like Seokjin. Ugh.

“How did I not see that before. He just seemed so… perfect!” Your hands are going up to cup your face in frustration at yourself.

“Because he’s a mastered the art of doing all sorts of shit and keeping it under wraps. His whole family is under scrutiny all the time and if he fucks up – he gets the boot. So don’t blame yourself for buying in to his ‘perfect’ act. He’s such as much of a player then me.”

“Yeah but,” you can’t help but sigh as you come to the realisation, “at least you don’t lie about it. You’re annoying as hell and sleep with anything that moves, sure. But at least I know that’s the real you. No surprises.” You shrug once more and you don’t even have to look his way to know he’s probably gasping like you’ve stabbed him or something.

But you want to smack his pretty face when he finally opens his mouth. “You seemed pretty surprised when you saw my dick though.”

And of course he’d ruin the moment. He’s clutching his arm when you smack him but at least he’s laughing this time. “What was that for?!”

“For being so gross.” Jimin is flicking some water at you from the fountain and you can’t help but giggle when the cool droplets hit you in the face.

“Stop!” When he doesn’t, you just opt for splashing him even harder and somehow – you’re both soaking each other as the little splashing escalates. You’re running around the fountain uncontrollably giggling as Jimin chases you while most of your sundress is soaked from the top.

“Can’t catch me!” But of course he would start to close the distance between you both just then. You squeal when he almost catches you but a big splash on his face has him jerking back to wipe his face.

“Stop!” Now he’s the one yelling at you while you continue to throw water in his direction – having the most fun since you’d arrived.

“Make me.” Your chuckle is playful and you just can’t stop laughing at his facial expressions that are over the top as always. When you’re finally calming down, you can see the way his shirt is clinging to his hard pecs as he pushes back the wet hair by running his hands through it. Suddenly, all laughter is dying in your throat and you can’t help the butterflies that are waking up as the atmosphere takes a turn.

Jimin has caught you staring at him shamelessly and his shit eating smirk is taking its place back on to his handsome face.

“Like what you see?” You try to play it off but he’s not having any of it while he stalks towards you.

“N-No. I’ve seen better.” If only you could keep your mouth shut but of course – disagreeing with Jimin almost came naturally. You don’t realise you’re walking backwards until your back hits a brick wall opposite the water fountain while Jimin continues to walk towards you.

“Always have something to say, don’t you?” He’s clicking his tongue pointedly while he shakes his head but his eyes never leave your own. You’re breathing hard like you’ve runa marathon and it seems to only get worse the closer he gets. When his hands are resting besides your head, trapping you between his body – your chest is moving up and down rapidly like you can’t seem to breathe in enough air to sustain yourself.

Jimin’s eyes are hungry and very much like the way they were last week. He rakes them up and down your body and you can almost feel it. His gaze is searing and you’re almost buzzing because of how electrifying the air is. Is this how a true crush felt? Because you hadn’t felt any of this with Seokjin while everything was intensified tenfold with Jimin.

“You know how much I’ve thought about you since last week? You have any idea?”

You can’t move let alone speak so you just shake your head while watching his plump lips move. Jimin takes his bottom lip between his teeth as one of his hands slides down the wall and dives straight between your legs to cup your pussy over your underwear making you gasp. He’s being so bold and to the point and it’s just making you wetter.

“I haven’t been able to fuck a single girl after having a taste of this sweet cunt, y/n.” He’s growling out his words while his palm is digging in your clit making your back arch in to his chest, moaning his name.

“J-Jimin.”

“Yeah babe? Want me to stop?” His laugh is like stars twinkling when you shake your head even before he’s finished his sentence. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Did you get this wet for hyung, huh? Does he make your pussy as wet as I do?”

If you weren’t so turned on you would make fun of him and possibly yell at him for bringing up Jin but you’re so far gone that you can’t be bothered to beat around the bush. It’s hard to speak though when he’s grinding his palm on the length of your pussy so earnestly.

“I never- ah!- slept w-with him.” Jimin is cursing under his breath as he watches you tremble beneath his touch. You glance down to where his arm disappears under your sundress and the prominent bulge in his pants that’s just beneath it. His veiny arm between your legs is one of the hottest sights ever and you could most likely cum faster if you just kept watching the visuals.

“Good. Because he was never good enough for you baby. No one is.” But you are.

The words are at the tip of your tongue since being near an orgasm kind of makes you loose lipped but somehow – your stubborn brain is making you hold all these sentimental feelings inside. He looks almost pained for a few seconds when he says it but his almost enraged expression is returning when you’re palming over his erection through his pants. Though your hands are almost instantly ripped away from him while he hisses at you.

“Keep your slutty hands to yourself, y/n. You can touch me when I give you the permission to.” He’s words are spoken in an even, stone cold voice that’ sending a shiver down your spine. You’re moans are getting louder and louder as you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“That’s it baby,” he coos as his palm continues rolling against your ruined underwear that sticks to your core now, “cum nice and hard for me. Roll your hips.”

“J-Jimin! I’m gunna cum oh god.” Your nails are probably imprinting themselves on the skin of his biceps but you couldn’t careless when he looks like he might eat you alive. And you would let him.

Your stuttering continues as he brings down his other hand to palm at your breasts. When he pinches your nipple at the same time his palm is grinding particularly hard on your bundle of nerves – you cum with a shout.

“There you go babe. Soak my fucking hand. Fuck you’re dripping.” You’re still breathing hard but you can feel the fluid sliding down your thighs since your underwear was too soaked to soak up anymore moisture. Your cheeks are probably more flushed than Jimin’s and lips just as bitten red as his. But after the lusty haze has settled from your vision – it’s almost like you can’t bear to be away from his blood red lips anymore. So finally – you push forward and make the first move of the night and take Jimin’s lip hostage in a kiss. A sloppy, hurried and noisy kiss – sure. But it’s the best you’ve ever felt while kissing someone. And everything that you had envisioned happening with Seokjin – but had known wouldn’t happen to some extent – was taking place with Jimin.

Jimin who infuriated you, made fun of you, fought with you, annoyed the hell out of you. But was the only one who you didn’t have to be someone you were not to make sure he’d like you. Because he already did.

And maybe being smitten with Seokjin wasn’t so bad after all because if it hadn’t been for that – Jimin had probably never helped you and you’d never slept with him and got to know him the way you knew him now. Maybe you didn’t waste your time after all. You’ve lost track of time and how long you had been kissing Jimin. But of course – breathing is also a thing so you finally pull away while his lips trail wet kisses down the column of your throat.

“What’re you smiling about weirdo? Oh wait – is it the best orgasm you’ve ever had? Knew it.” He’s smiling smugly and you want to smack him across the head but you’re too content in this moment to hit him. Even if he would probably enjoyed it. Masochistic idiot.

“No you hoe. I’m just… happy.” His eyes are going wide momentarily.

“That’s good. We don’t have to do anything by the way.” His gaze is turning sheepish again as well as almost… disappointed.

But you want to ease his worries because you can finally see what’s been in front of you all along. So you cup his face and finally decide to be out with it. “I want to.”

His big eyes are most certainly surprised while your hands hold his supple face in between them. “I think… I’d much rather be with a demon like you than waste my time on someone who will never really notice the actual me.”

You can tell that Jimin hadn’t been expecting you to say that and you’re almost about to take everything back thinking that you’ve read the signals wrong and he isn’t actually in to you. But thankfully, Jimin is breaking out in the prettiest grin you’ve ever seen and you want to kiss his stupidly attractive mouth once again.

“I… I want to be with a demon like you too.” His smile is smug yet kind and loving at the same time. “Also, of course you would use the word ‘demon’ – effectively insulting me by the way – while processing your undying love for me.”

You’re shoving his chest as you snort at his reply. “As if! If anything I more so have feelings for your dick than you.” Of course you don’t fully mean that… maybe.

But he doesn’t seem to mind while he wags his eyebrows up and down like the fuck boy he is. Your fuck boy. “My magic stick is attached to me so therefore – you love me. I win.”

You can only watch him with a smile you can’t control while he holds you close to him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that just because you just gave the second best orgasm of my life.”

Almost instantly – Jimin’s face is becoming so serious you’d think someone called him short. “When was the first best? Wait don’t tell me. No wait- tell me. Wait do-”

“Oh my god shut up you nut. It was you! Last week.” And he’s back to smiling like an idiot.

“Jimin! Where are we going.” He’s taking you through the crowd of people – upstairs to where Seokjin had been before. The naughty smile on his face as he pulls you in one of the rooms tells you all and you’re about to beat his ass.

“We can’t do that in here! Are you crazy?” When you look around the room you realise – it’s Seokjin’s bedroom.

“Can’t think of a better revenge babe. Let’s fuck on his sheets.” He’s nuzzling his face in your neck and if it wasn’t for his devilish tongue – you’d be making rash decisions right now.

“J-Jimin. W-What if people hear?” This doesn’t deter him though. In fact – he’s only just escalating things further as he holds you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist while he pushes up your sundress.

“Let them,” he growls while slipping your panties to the side, “Let them hear how good I fuck you baby.”

With a harsh push – he’s all the way in while the remaining few inches is sucked in my your convulsing pussy as it stretches to accommodate his girthy length. Fuck – Jimin had the perfect dick. It was even pretty!

“Jimin!” You know you’re being loud. You were always loud during sex. Which was one of the reasons this was especially bad but Jimin thought otherwise.

“Yeah baby. Scream my name so everyone knows how good I’m making you feel.” Your head has started to thump against the door that he’s pushed your body to. Slowly – it’s not just your head anymore but your whole body. Thumping to the rhythmic pulling and pushing of his impossibly hard cock inside you. The sweat is running down the sides of his temple while his back is being scratched up by your fingernails as you hold on for dear life.

His balls smack against your ass obscenely and you can’t help the gush of arousal that trickles out of you at the animalistic way Jimin looks at you. His teeth are clenched and he resembles a wolf almost as his intense eyes never waiver from your face that’s covered with tears. They run down your cheeks steadily because it just feels so fucking good.

Every single time he bottoms out it stings just enough to make everything a hundred times better. “I want to fuck you every day y/n. I can’t imagine living without this cunt. I can’t imagine living – Fuck! W-Without you.”

His own profession couldn’t have come at a worse time because you can barely take in a breath let alone respond properly. But his seemingly loving words hit your heart and pussy equally as your heartbeat speeds up and pussy squeezes around his pounding cock.

It’s like he’s not just physically fucking your pussy wide open but as well as your heart the walls around it. It’s the weirdest analogy you’ve ever thought of – in the middle of sex no less – but it comes naturally with Jimin.

And when he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth after pulling the top of your sundress beneath our breasts – you know it’s your end game.

“F-Fuck. Jimin I think I’m going to c-cum again.” Neither of you really care about the noise anymore. There was no point since the slamming of your body against the door as well as the continuous pornographic moans that left the both of you probably said it all. And when you’re finally cumming around Jimin’s pistoning cock – you’re full on sobbing from all the intense feelings. You’ve never felt anything like this before and you’d had sex before.

Maybe it was because of the newfound feelings you had for Jimin after so long of feeling… nothing. Whatever it was – it made everything ten times better and you never wanted it to stop.

“Baby I’m g-gunna cum. W-Where d-do you-”

“My face.” The look on Jimin’s face as you stare right in to his eyes with determination that even surprises you – is probably going to be a favourite of yours. He doesn’t ask any more questions and instead letting down your trembling body that feels like jello. You’re falling to the ground almost instantly and waste no time in taking his blood filled head that looks almost painfully swollen – in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that. Oh god, y/n.” He’s whining. Park Jimin is actually whining and you don’t want him to stop. His hands are threading in your hair as you bob your head up and down while massaging the length that hasn’t pushed in – blame your gag reflex. It doesn’t take long for him to grab your hair tight enough to sting a little as he fucks your mouth to his own release. As soon as you feel the first dribble of the saltiness on your tongue – you’re pulling away from him just in time for the spurts of his semen to spray all over your face. Almost going in your eyes – damn.

Jimin is breathing hard for a solid few minutes – face looking fucked out while a sated smile slowly appears. He’s falling on the bed after he pulls you up and on top of his chest – face dripping with cum and all.

“You almost hit my eye you nut.” Jimin is laughing uncontrollably when you’re trying to be mad at him and it’s making you even more mad!

“What? What’s so funny.”

“I’m a nut who just nutted on your face.” He’s not even finished with his sentence before he’s breaking out in fits of loud laughter again while you just smack him across the chest. But you can’t help but laugh a little. Your choice was words kind of dug your own grave so you let it slide.

“So… can I call you my girlfriend now?” He’s turning you to face him as he wipes his cup off your face and then slips his soaked fingers in your mouth as you moan.

“Y-Yeah.” His eyes have become hazy again and you’re both just about to kiss again until the door bangs loudly.

“JIMIN DON’T DO IT. YOU LOVE Y/N! BRO DON’T FUCK WHOEVER YOU’RE DOING. HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“Oh boy.” You can’t even breathe from how hard you’re laughing at Taehyung’s screams from outside the door while Jimin is getting up to pull on his jeans. “let me uh,” he’s scratching the back of his head as he gestures towards the door.

“Uh huh.” Taehyung continues to slam his fists against the door while Jimin finally cracks open the door to yell at him. “Shut the fuck up you asscrack! I’m with y/n.”

“Oh. Way to go budd-” And Jimin has shut the door in his face.

“Sorry about that.” You just take his lips in a kiss as the smile stays on your lips at Taehyung’s words.

“He’s sweet.” Maybe he wasn’t so bad for Sana after all.

#bts smut #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #kim seokjin #hobiwonder #i hope u guys semi like it :c

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