#ban fluff

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello my Tumblr Peeps😁👍Happy Early Valentine's Day💌💘😃👍Those who aren't a fan of Valentine's for any reason then happy Feb 14th or happy regular day😁 Anyways, I decided on writing a fanfic about Ban pertaining his birthday considering his birthday is on February 14th (tomorrow)😃👍I get it's early to write a fanfic pertaining his birthday, however I just wanted to write about his birthday somehow...🤔

*As for any1 who has written fanfics pertaining hot tubs they have written about in the character x reader type of fanfic, the hot tub parts of this fanfic I'm writing credits goes to the fanfic writers who have written any hot tub scenes of the fanfic they have written👩‍💻👩‍🎨

*This Head Cannon(?) fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

🍓🎂Surprising Ban On His Birthday🎂🍓(Ban x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Birthday Fluff (those who are fans of Valentine's Day it's Valentine's Day and Birthday Fluff) and Head Cannon (?) (Warning⚠️: Trigger warnings include, alcohol alcohol Use, mentions of alcohol, and the Possible Trigger Warning about the mentioning of Valentine's Day and Trauma in any part of this post, especially if it's parts of the post outside this fanfic) (The conclusion of this post (which is after this fanfic) might be +18⚠️, because of possible language (which the language part is part of a blog's name I will credit tough I can't find I the tags anymore let's just say😅))

*When Ban comes home from the Boar Hat tavern, you surprise him some alcoholic beverages (especially his favorite hard liquor), a heart shaped steak, and a birthday cake (size of the cake is up to the reader's imagination) that you decorated with heart designs, which he would realize he had forgotten about his birthday by accident (he madesure you don't know or see signs he forgot by accident), however he would also love and appreciate the effort you put into surprising him with alcohol, steak, and cake for his birthday. Seriously... He would be more than overjoyed about the hard work you put in with cooking his steak, having the steak into a shape of a heart, baking the cake, decorating the cake with heart designs, and getting him his favorite hard liquors for him. He would even share some steak and cake with you, because he wants to makesure you have some food, too. (Up to the reader's imagination if he shares alcohol with you or not.)

*After Ban gets done drinking his booze and eating (and feeding you) steak and cake, he would wonder why you would take his hand to take him to a different room. He would get excited and more surprised about the fact you had a hot tub set up in your bathroom, while he was working at the Board Hat tavern for a few days straight. You pretty knew he would be tired out. He may deny being tired out or he doesn't want to admit, however you know him very well the fact that you can convince him to relax for atleast an hour.

*Once you convinced Ban to get in the hot tub you had set up in your bathroom, the last thing you had expected him to do was take you in the hot tub with him, even if he has to drag you inside the hot tub with him. While you didn't realize he is going to get you inside the hot tub with him, at the same time you should have known better about the fact that there are things you do for him and/or have him dotgat he will makesure you're included in. He also either just doesn't want to be alone inside the hot tub or he wants you inside the hot tub with him.

*After both you and Ban finished relaxing inside the hot tub together, the both of you would get out of the hot tub, then leave the bathroom to get inside the bedroom the both of you share together to get changed. Once you got into your night clothes and Ban put his outfit (up to reader's imagination what outfit he's wearing), he would hug you from behind and letted himself fall on the bed (while still hugging you from behind (only in a hold)), hinting that he wanted to you to lay on him, which you end up doing. Before the both of you fall asleep he would whisper in your ear, "(Any Gender Reader)... This is the best birthday ever... And it's all thanks you, my sweetie...", as he proceeded to kiss your forehead multiple times.

🎂🍓The End🍓🎂

Well my Tumblr Peeps... For the hot tub parts of this fanfic, I originally was going to write about the bathtub instead however there are atleast a couple or more fanfics I have written about the bathtub parts of a fanfic and I wanted to find a way to write about a tub without writing baths or bath tub everytime I write a fanfic about tubs, so I decided to write about a hot tub instead, which I have my reasons😅As for giving credits to any fanfic writers who have written about any parts of a fanfic pertaining hot tub(s), I have read a fanfic or so about a particular my Hero Academia character with hot tub parts of it about less than 2 years ago if I remember correctly (I'm keeping the characters name for now😅) and I may sound irrelevant, however also I think about 4 years ago there was a fanfic writer who went by kiriwhoresama (I think her real name is Sage, because she has asked call her Sage instead of her blog name) who has written a Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) hot tub fanfic (which Kirishima is 1 the characters I'm mentioning), which I had requested and she did a great on that fanfic😃👍So credits to Sage and any of the other fanfic writers who have written about any part of the hot tub parts of the fanfics they have written. And I also would like to thank Sage for inspiring to start writing fanfic 4 years ago, and it's not just about the hot tub fanfic I had requested that she has written, however my opinion of her is that she also has written alot great fanfics and she's a great fanfic writer😃👍So yes she's 1 of the reasons (if nit the only reasons) I had started writing fanfics 4 years ago. I couldn't find her blog name (kiriwhoresama), because I couldn't find it in the tags, so I'm guessing it's deactivated or something, so I couldn't credit her that way (which is which is why I'm highlighting her blog name and her actual name red😅), however I still want to thank Sage for inspiring me to write fanfics, 4 years ago 🌟 As for mentioning about Valentine's Day as 1 of the trigger warnings, while I respect that some people dislike or hate Valentine's Day, even it's in part's of this post outside this fanfic, there's more to it than that. On Feb 14th in general Something tragic might have happened to them on or maybe there was trauma, and/or other things people have endured, which is why I labeled Valentine's Day a trigger warning. Anyways, I hope this Ban fanfic made your day and/or night, my Tumblr Peeps☀️🌞🌕🌝😃👍

[caelanglang]

Shhhh…. They’re busy recharging and being in love

[devoutekuna]

Extreme weather

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

The man doesn't care if it's heavy rain or a tornado, he's going to go get some more food despite having servants to do it, but he never really trusts them. "Let me come with you!" His little girl trying to gain his attention by shouting at him, she really wanted to go with her father despite the heavy rain. Walking through the forest as he made his way towards the closest village. "Keep up" refusing to wait for her. Fortunately uraume was behind her keeping an eye.

Nanami-

The man is already prepared for the blizzard that was to come, food already stock up with most meals already being cooked. Despite the snow already piling up against the door, making it so the whole neighborhood was locked in their houses due to the height of it. So what gives his daughter the bright idea to get outside by the second floor windows. Almost losing her in the snow because why would she wear her fancy white coat and boots, fortunately he was quick enough to catch her in the midst of it. Returning her back home before she got frostbite.

Gojo-

The man doesn't care about a silly thunderstorm , he's still heading to the shop to get some of his favourite food even if the city was flooding. Plus his infinity meant he couldn't get wet at all, so it was a win win for him.

A sound of splashing ripping through his ears as he noticed the presence behind him. "Daddy!" His son reaching towards the railing to try and dodge the puddle. Swiftly picking up his child as he realized how long he'd probably was following him for. White hair stuck on his forehead from the heavy rain with his pants already soaked. "What are you doing?" Smiling at the little boy, fortunately now there wasn't any rain touching either of them due to Satoru's infinity.

Geto-

Midnight engulfed into the book he was reading as he laid on in the bay window, pushed pillows supporting his back as he blurred out the sound of rain from outside. It was a thunderstorm outside prompting his children to run towards him in hopes for some protection or comfort. Which is exactly what they did. Hearing the cries of his twin daughters as they ran towards him, "Daddy!" Tears streaming down both of their faces as they clambered ontop of him, forcing him to drop his book. "What's wrong?" Placing them both underneath his blanket as they sat on his lap. Inaudible words spouting from their mouth as they held him tight.

Toji-

He loves his child despite always putting her in danger with the excuse that it was accidental, though it was true. So what was his excuse this time? She wanted to go fly a kite so he let her out despite there being several weather warnings for fast wind.

"Daddy!" Grabbing his attention as she tugged on his pants. "What if I fly away?" He was currently trying to figure out how to unbox the stupid kite. "Then you fly away" laughing to himself, as if the joke was even funny. Noticing how upset she got from his comment, quickly withdrawing the comment as he tied the string around her clothed wrist.

[soy-soi-si]

Okay but imagine

Y/n and 141 during the summer all of them bored so they set up a whole bunch of fun shit.

Y/n pushing for this and I want to know who would use it the most.

Kyle jumping over whoever spinning around on it or being the one almost launched off into space.

Soap getting hit by the person on it or drifting on it before letting go by accident and getting thrown.

Ghost sees it as a fun way to test his grip strength and how long/well he can control himself with the soapy water sending him flying around in circles splashing everyone like those log rides with the drops and splash zones.

Price just chilling to the side adding water to send the huge men flying only for y/n to be the one who gains horrific amounts of air time.

Roach my boy putting huge amounts of soap on the tarp making the speed horrendously fast as y/n literally pulls out a foam board and is flying at the speed of light along with ghost.

[spaceydoo]

Blurred visions

drunk!ban who always has to be the loudest in the club and just says nonsense to anybody who’s willing to listen.

drunk!ban who picked a fight with some rando who he thought was trying to take a peek under your dress when he just so happened to drop his wallet right beside you. luckily, you broke the fight before anything got serious.

drunk!ban who brings you on the dance floor which you agreed to while he just grabbed your ass the whole time swaying left and right while he kept his head buried in your neck even though you were supposed to be “dancing”

drunk!ban who suggested that you take more than one shot so when y’all went home things would be “spiced up” but one of you had to be the sober one to drive so you declined.

drunk!ban who does dumb shit like saying everyone’s drinks were on him which you had to turn down cuz he wasn’t gonna spend all that money on something like that.

drunk!ban who makes you sit on his lap, back facing him whispering how much he loves you and placing kisses all on your neck letting soft moans out since the music covered them.

drunk!ban who knows what he’s doing to you from his intoxicating smell, his drunken eyes, the taste of alcohol in his mouth after a passionate kiss and his growing member.

drunk!ban who decides to ditch the club and do a little something in the car with you.

drunk!ban who brings you to the backseat, and strips you down to your underwear and lays you on your back, licking his lips at the meal in front of him.

drunk!ban who licks your soaking pussy while your panties were still on making you frustrated from the lack of contact.

drunk!ban who gets tired of this quick and rips your panties off you and eats you out as if he had been starved for days (he ate you out yesterday)

drunk!ban who is immediately pussy drunk and moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending you off the edge.

drunk!ban who adds one finger then two to your pretty pussy and curls it in just the right places.

drunk!ban who picks up the pace of his fingers and mouth when he knows you’re close and uses his other hand to massage your breast which made you grip his hair desperately needing more of him.

drunk!ban who gets squirted all over and laps it up while you ride out your high, bucking you hips against his tongue, shaking from how intense your orgasm was.

drunk!ban who never seen you shaking so much after being ate out which he took as an accomplishment.

drunk!ban who gives you a look that say “we bouta be here all night”

drunk!ban who begins to line himself up to your hole before crashing into with such force that you were already loosing your vision.

drunk!ban who fucks you fast and gives you kisses while you moan into his mouth unable to kiss him back.

drunk!ban who gets scratches from you on his back which he loves to admire in the mirror.

drunk!ban who sits up to admire your figure under the street light, still keeping his same pace when you pull him back with your legs wrapped around him to feel him at a whole different level.

drunk!ban who is grunting and moaning just as loud as you were when you both were getting so close.

drunk!ban who is slurring praises in your ear and how y’all should cum at the same time <33

drunk!ban who has never been this vocal in bed which surprised yo since you almost never hear him moan like this

drunk!ban who only had to fuck you a little more until you squirted on his cock, soaking the car seats while he came inside you.

drunk!ban who rested on top of you fucking you slowly as he spilled his seed into you

drunk!ban who gives you about a minute to rest until he began fucking you without mercy while tears were forming from overstimulation and your moans gradually became louder which he hid with sloppy kisses

gotta love drunk ban <3

[harmonysanreads]

i’m just thinking abot ur recent post about when you cry during a movie… i’m having dr. ratio brainrot rn pls help

no but so real. he’d just delve into the illogicality of the film while ur sobbing your eyes out. he just doesn’t understand why you’re so affected? 1. it’s not real 2. you can see this coming from a mile away (and it can be either: the thing is pretty obvious, or the thing isn’t that obvious and ratio is too smart for his own good).

when he sees you cry he does scoff at the fact that you’re crying at something so trivial, but tones down his comments and maybe… if he feels nice enough, subtly wraps an arm around you in attempt to console you.

this is more general film/movie hcs but;

actually at any point while you’re watching a film he starts rattling on about how the film’s production is bad, how that sound effect wasn’t actually realistic (they could’ve done better sound design), how the actors aren’t actually speaking in the film, they actually record their lines later on.

(he mentioned that once and now you can’t stop thinking about it while watching literally anything, be it a live show or not. when you’re having a mini-crisis over if someone on a live gameshow is actually speaking or saying their lines later, he rolls his eyes and reminds you of the fact that it’s live. you miss the fond smile on his face while he does. it’s nice to know that you pay attention to his comments during the film-)

he just ruins movies for you and at some point you never mention the fact that you’re gonna watch a film or invite him to the movies anymore. he gets a bit pouty over it — maybe you mention a film you recently watched and he stares at you, mildly offended that he wasn’t invited. you explain that he keeps ruining the film for you, why can’t you let imagination be imagination?

okay… so he tries his best to tone it down. only for you. he still points out the obvious, but tries to bite back his comments when the lead does a stunt that comes off a bit too… unnatural? (it’s just nice to see your amazed face… that’s all.) or a poor done joke that really should’ve been performed better (he likes the way you giggle at it, even if it isn’t a very good one).

i’m actualy suffering dr ratio brainrot so bad rn he is taking over my life he lives in my head rent free please help

[ Post in question ]

Anon, please save me because I too am having massive Ratio brainrot after reading your ask(s).

I think infodumping is one of Ratio's love-languages in general. It's difficult to grasp unless you've known him for a while but he wouldn't just go parading around information about a specific topic to just anyone. Moreover, he always puts emphasis on self-learning. So unless he detects enthusiasm and effort for learning or if he really likes someone, I can't see him speaking this much — about movies nonetheless.

But if we consider it being his unique way of showing affection, I presume it'll annoy him greatly if the reaction he gets is counterproductive and refrain from it altogether in the worst-case scenario. Complaining about bad filmmaking is Ratio's way of connecting with you throughout the ordeal, you can watch a movie with anyone but, how many will passionately criticize (and flaunt their knowledge) every scene in front of you? It requires a level of trust and sharing certain thoughts with someone else necessities you have good rapport, at least for characters like Ratio.

So when you mentioned him trying to tone down on the criticisms ultimately instead of shutting it off entirely, that just showed how much he actually cares about you, which I think is very sweet.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[cottoncandy-cult]

Now Listen Here

Ban x Chubby! Reader

slight trigger warning I supposed, just some jerks making rude comments really.

(Y/n) hummed softly as she walked hand in hand with the love of her life, she and the fox sin had been dating for some time now. When she initially discovered her feelings, she had lost near all confidence, she had heard what Elaine had looked like and (Y/n) was the opposite. She had a plump heart shaped bum and thick thighs; she had a chubby waist and was much thicker than the small figure that the fairy girl had. Turned out Ban was a true gentleman; he could love a girl no matter the size so long as she loved him back. And boy did she. She loved the leather clad male at her side, it's why she was more than happy when he offered to take her into the small town for a bit of a shopping trip.

Currently they were approaching a bakery, wanting to have a sweet treat before they had their adventure. It was a small peach colored building with a dark pink trim around the edges, the Sugar Lilly seemed quite popular as there was a bit of a line leading to outside the doors. Then again, they arrived around breakfast so many were grabbing something to eat before work, seeing so many people made the (H/c) haired girl excited as she knew their options must be quite delicious. Though as they stood there, she had noticed a male staring at her from the corner of her eye, he had long spiked red hair and wore a black leather outfit.

She could admit he was attractive but the look in his eyes made her nervous, they were cold and cruel making her subconsciously move closer to her silver fox. Though he didn't seem to notice and gave her hand a loving squeeze to display his affection, red eyes gazing over the crowd. She watched as another male approached the first, this one had long purple hair and approached the red-haired male as if he was a friend. She could vaguely hear them talk back and forth given how close they were, though they were just far enough away that they didn't feel the need to whisper.

She didn't really have to strain that hard to hear, but it was hard not to look over as she felt their eyes locked on her as they spoke. They mostly exchanged jokes, not specifying it was her they were joking about, but she still knew they were referring to her. She had learned that the red-haired male's name was Kai, as that's what the purple haired man had called him. He was the one that took it the next step, he spoke slightly louder and made a comment rather than a joke. "Damn, looks like the Lilly is gonna close early today when she gets in there... Assuming she could fit through the door."  The purple haired male looked a bit uncomfortable, clearly not wanting to take this rude joking into a malicious area. "What the hell are you doing man? People are starting to look at us, keep it down." His words were soft, and he continued to look around nervously, she almost felt bad for the boy. She understood what it was like to have a friend who seemed to love causing trouble, and then dragging her into the uncomfortable situation.

"Don't be such a coward, besides I'm just curious. After all, how does someone like her get a man like him? She'd crush his skull if she sat on his face!" His words were loud, and the purple male immediately began shaking his head and moving away, clearly attempting to remove himself from the situation entirely. Then she felt Ban's grip on her hand tighten, glancing up at his face she noticed he was no longer gazing over the crowd but rather glaring at the male. Many of the other customers began whispering about the red-haired male, it comforted her that so many people rejected his behavior. Though she was a little concerned when Ban moved her to his other side so that he was facing Kai with (Y/n) tucked behind him. "Now you listen here you little brat, a child like you shouldn't be bringing up such adult things." This seemed to offend and confuse the male, making him step closer as the people around them began to move back.

"What the hell did you just say!?" A sadistic grin spread across Ban's face at the male's rage, his crimson eyes near glowing as he rested his hands on his hips. "I said you were a child; a real man can recognize the fact that all women are beautiful. My little bunny here is gorgeous and the fact you can't recognize that tells me you're a wannabe playboy, you suck in bed and choose girls with very little experience so that you can flop around like a beached carp, and she won't know any better." Kai's face had nearly turned as red as his hair, though (Y/n) wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or rage. Meanwhile Ban was still grinning widely, though his eyes were cold and deadly. "That's what makes us so very different, you see as a real man I'd be more than happy to die with my head squeezed between those luscious thighs and you can bet I'll be doing my job as her lover until my last breath. So why don't you run off back to school, I'm sure your mommy is worried about you." (E/c) eyes widened as the watched while Kai seemed ready to explode, but to her surprise he had turned and left, leaving the crowd around them to whisper amongst themselves. It made the (H/c) haired girl a bit nervous as she blushed deeply, though she was surprised to hear a soft round of applause. It seemed they had the townspeople's support.

Ban had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, his other hand coming up to caress her cheek gently. He said nothing but she knew what he was telling her. From there the day had been fun, a few people let them go in front of them so that she and Ban could get their desired foods and they managed to find a couple dresses she adored. All in all, the day had actually been rather great, thanks to her sinful fox.

[gothmothgoblin]

im tired, im tired of pretending and believing in hair-free karlach & toned/muscly gale. karlach literally has dreads. shes been a prisoner, shes “punk” she would NOT shave her pits. she would not shave her pussy.

HOWEVER!!! gale literally eats magic and has 2 max strength, bro WOULD be chubby. he WOULD have bald pussy. dont fight the truth, lets all be adults here.

[justoneday-namjoonii]

It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt. 23] The Kiss of Death

genre/au: mafia!au, mature, fluff, angst, love triangle 

warnings: mature, mafia activity, illegal business activity, non-graphic sexual content, brief violence, toxic relationships, mentions of drugs, smoking, character d*ath, language, suggestive language, an attempt at a slow burn. If you’re easily triggered, please proceed with caution or do not proceed♥️

pairing: jungkook x reader ; yoongi x reader 

word count: 7k +

authors note: see m.list (pinned post) for other parts! enjoy <3 will edit later probably lol

summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have taken you out a long time ago. After everything, the heartbreak, betrayal and lies, you’ve emerged with a purpose—you’re apart of a family now. They won’t let you lay down and die—no matter how much you want to.

Blood soaked the antique area rug. 

The meeting was long overdue, the high-ranking capos were looking for answers after the commotion died down. The discussion took place in the old lavish board room, his father used to have it polished and cleaned like clockwork.

At some point in the discussion, Jin came up. He always comes up.

“He’s got his own business going on in that old territory, my men don’t touch it, it used to be a hotspot too,” The capo said, a cigar between his fingers, “did they tell you, boss?”

“I figured as much,” Yoongi replies, “that’s a small loss in the grand scheme of things.”

“We don’t want it back?” Jimin speaks up, and Hoseok looks over at him.

“No,” Yoongi said plainly.

“What about our shipping docks? I think they’ve been sneaking around over there.”

“I want to get most of our product here by a private shipping company overseas,” Hoseok says, “Akane has a few options for us.”

“Boss,” Ryan, a trusted capo looked up from his phone, “Jungkook’s been released, our mole just sent the court ruling to me.”

“Hm, I wonder how he managed that,” Yoongi tilts his head in thought, “get some details and let me know.”

“That motherfucker,” Hoseok makes a low comment to Yoongi personally, “I don’t know who the fuck used their pull to save him.” 

“I don’t think we need to worry about him right now, whoever’s supporting him isn’t flashy.”

Hoseok scoffs, he has developed a strong disdain for Jungkook. Hell, he was happy when he was in prison, life seemed simpler.

“Sai,” Yoongi called the one who seemed to fidget constantly.

“Sir?” He peered up at Yoongi, and instantly lost a bit of light in his eyes.

“Are you fucking using? You haven’t been able to sit still since you walked in here,” Yoongi stood from his chair, calmly approaching the man while the others watched, “it’s distracting,”

“S- sorry boss, I guess it’s just been a while since I’ve seen you,” He laughs, swallowing his nerves. 

“Cigarette?” 

Yoongi offers it with a cold tone, not getting one for himself. 

The man’s eyes widen at the gesture--he knew what it meant. Yoongi takes a seat in front of him and grabs the cigarette, the man assumes he’s meant to take it.

“No please,” He takes it between his lips and takes out his silver lighter, letting the flame dance to it, “allow me.” He takes a puff with closed eyes and blows the smoke into the man's face with a deep sigh.

“Here,” He pushes it in between the man's pursed lips, “this is the good stuff,” 

Tension hung in the air as the room fell silent. The men looked everywhere but the scene before them, they knew they were amid a farewell.

In this world, you can be punished for many things. But the most heinous of them all? Betrayal. You pay for that with your life. Yoongi grappled with that for a long time. He believed that some people were redeemable, worth a second chance, and deserving of mercy. He really used to believe that.

Yoongi rose from his seat once the cigarette was finished. “How was it?”

Sai pleaded for mercy, for the ruthless leader to spare some compassion. Yoongi simply leaned down, offering a gentle caress to his cheek in all his begging. “You know what you did, you knew this had to happen.”

“But- But you let that fucker walk Scott free, for years! He betrayed all of us but you wouldn’t let Joon touch him! You’re a hypocrite if you do this to me! You played dirty, getting his fucking little sister, how can you honor the code now? Betrayal punishable by death- What about ‘family is off-limits’ You did that shit!”

He had a point.

But alas, he and his chair crash to the ground by an abrupt contact of a fist in his face. One of the guards rushes over to hold him down and Yoongi gets down, eye-to-eye.

All that time when Jin was plotting his rise to power, not caring what bystanders suffered in his wake. Yoongi watched it happen. That was on him. As the boss, he was upholding a standard that even he made exceptions to. 

“Those your last words?”

A string of curses fell on deaf ears.

In that moment, all traces of his father, that he spent so much of his life running from came rushing into him like they had never left. It was hard to watch, even for the senior capos who had witnessed tradition unfold many times before. But to see Yoongi heartless, and brutal, was a reminder. He is capable of even the most despicable acts, it comes with the job. The sound of gunshots rang throughout the room, too many times.

“Consider this an act of repentance,” Yoongi stands to his feet, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his bloody fingers. “have this cleaned up before the dinner,” 

Once Yoongi is out of sight, Hoseok can’t hide his disgust for the blood splatter over the floor. “Ugh, did he have to be so goddamn messy?” He muttered. “I haven’t had to call in the cleaners in a while.”

“I didn’t realize he would still…” Jimin speaks up from the chair, where he had been frozen for the entire act. "Do it."

“Yeah, to be honest,” Hoseok dials a number, “neither did I,”

Yoongi’s quick exit from the scene was all so he could get somewhere private and try not to vomit. 

“Fuck,” He unbuttoned a bit of his collar shirt and leaned against the sink to steady himself. When his eyes met the mirror, he looked away just as quickly. His disdain didn’t come from the blood on his hands, but the man in his reflection. 

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“Is this too much?”

You stepped out of the dressing room in he third sundress, one a bit out of your comfort zone. It had bright colors and a flattering mermaid shape, something out of a fantasy novel at first glance. But Yaerim insisted, she said it was ‘trendy’ right now, and everyone should have one.

“It’s perfect! Not enough if you ask me,”

These days, you and Yaerim go out almost every day. Ayeong will ask you where you’d like to go if you want some new clothes or want to take up a hobby. At first, she claimed Yoongi had nothing to do with the unlimited shopping sprees, the drivers at your beck and call, but you knew the truth. You just let everyone think you were clueless. Shopping isn’t free, it’s definitely coming out of his pocket.

Over the past couple of weeks, Yoongi hasn’t wanted anyone at the estate during the day. Ayeong mentioned the risks of having meetings with different people going in and out, anyone could connect the dots and make your whereabouts public knowledge.

“Alright, if you say so,” 

With a shrug, you swipe the AMEX again, and again, and once more just for good measure. You buy a few things for Yaerim, you even get something for your aunt, something you thought she’d like. 

Just when you thought you couldn’t buy another thing, you pass a pet store. 

“Oh my goodness,” You gasped, “Yaerim, look at that kitten, isn’t it precious?”

In the window, the gray and white kitten naps peacefully against the glass. 

“Let’s go see! Oh my gosh, I’ve always wanted a cat, you should get her Y/n- oh, I don’t know if the boss likes animals, you think he would?”

“Who wouldn’t love that adorable face?” 

Now, along with a bag full of clothes and a couple of knickknacks, you have a kitten and everything you need to take care of her.

When Sal comes to pick you up, you show him your new prize possession. He smiles brightly and laughs, it’s been a while since he’s served someone so pleased by the little things in life.

Both you and Yaerim nap on the way back. Sal said no one needs to be home until 6, so you had no choice but to shop all day, you thought to yourself.

“Miss, I’ll take your bags up.” 

One of the faithful staff ushers you inside, not giving you a chance to get the bags yourself. This time you oblige, but you hold your kitten close in her carrier. Yaerim went to the laundry room to finish her shift, while you went upstairs to get your new companion acclimated.

“What should I call you?” You gently take her from the carrier and hold her in your hands. “How about Poppy? Do you like that?” She gives you a sleepy blink and you take it as a yes.

When you walked in, you couldn’t help but notice the cleaning van outside and the sound of a high-powered vacuum. It never pays to pry into their affairs, but to deny your curiosity is painstaking.

“Miss,” Ana appears in your doorway, “you should start getting ready for tonight,”

“What’s happening tonight?” 

“He didn’t tell you? The family dinner is tonight at the Min family restaurant,” She looks you up and down, “It’s formal, so I’ll help you get ready.”

“But I just got this kitten, I should probably stay and-”

“Yearim will take care of that, Min insists that you attend. It’s mandatory.” 

“Alright,”

With only an hour or so to get ready, you run through the shower, and all the while, you wonder what this dinner will be like. And why he wants you to attend. When you step out in your robe, you see a black dress and multiple sets of jewelry on the bed.

“Do you like this? Min said to put you in something that suited you best since it’s a special occasion.”

“This is beautiful…” You pick up the dress, “gorgeous, where’d it come from?”

“The vault, he said to bring it all so you could choose whatever you’d like,” She grins to herself, “he was adamant about letting you choose.”

“Oh, wow,” You begin to open up the jewlery boxes, “this is a lot, I’ll choose once I get dressed.”

“Alright, the car is out front when you’re ready,”

When you do get dressed, you’re brought back to those couple of nights in Japan. They dressed you up like a dime piece only for you to sit around quietly and obediently. Jungkook revealed a lot of himself, he gave background on why he lived the way he did. You did’t look back at that trip fondly anymore, it reminded you of how scared you were, how helpless. Now it’s different. Even though this isn’t optional, you’re still being forced to go to an event that has no personal ties to you, you don’t want to test Yoongi’s grace for you. Not yet.

“Knock knock,” The knock is accompanied by a sing-song voice, “It’s me,” You open the door and let Yaerim in, “I heard I’m taking the kitten for the night! Y/n, you look so nice,”

“Thank you,” You scrunch your nose at the compliment, “I don’t know why he wants me to wear this, and all this jewelry,”

“Well,” She begins, petting Poppy as she naps, “I heard some of the staff talking…”

“Yeah? What were they saying…” You put your earrings on, one by one. 

“He’s never brought a date to one of these before, it’s an important dinner, super traditional,”

“Really?” You look in the mirror, loving how Ana did your hair. “That’s interesting…”

When Yaerim puts your necklace on as a finishing touch, you step out of the room. The guard that had been waiting for you outside the door takes your hand and escorts you downstairs. Faithful Sal is waiting for you at the door, he gives you an endearing smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I take too long?” 

“Not at all,” He opens the door and helps you inside the car, “you look lovely.,”

“Wait!” All of a sudden, Ayeong is running up the stairs to meet you.

“Ayeong?” You gasp when she fully embraces you. “Oh, are you alright?” 

“I’m- I’m fine,” she says in the crook of your neck, “I’m just about to get off and I haven’t seen you since breakfast, so I just wanted to give you a hug,” She smiles, and you swore you saw her fighting back tears. “I guess I just, I missed it all sweetheart.”

“Oh, I missed you too,” You smiled brightly, “I’m running a bit late, so I’ll see you in the morning, alright?” 

“Okay, you have a goodnight Y/n, enjoy yourself!” 

As the sleek black car glided through the city streets, your mind swirled with thoughts.

The evening air was crisp, filtering through the cracked window, carrying the faint scent of distant street vendors and the hum of urban life. The city lights painted streaks of gold and amber against the darkening sky, casting an enchanting glow upon the streets below.

Glancing at your reflection in the window, you adjusted the delicate necklace Ana had chosen for you, its shimmering diamonds catching the soft glow of the passing streetlights. In the front seat, Sal wore a calm expression, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated through the bustling traffic with ease.

Along with your nerves, underlying tension hung heavy in the air. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease, knowing that this dinner was more significant than the other events you'd attended.

As the car turned onto a quieter street, the towering skyscrapers gave way to elegant townhouses and cobblestone pathways. The road exuded an air of exclusivity, with ornate wrought-iron gates guarding the entrance to each luxurious estate.

As you approached the restaurant, a historical building adorned with delicate stone carvings and overgrown ivy, a sense of apprehension washed over you. 

But then you see Yoongi, walking in with the original entourage. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all follow Yoongi as he steps out of the car, each of them in perfectly tailored suits.

As the car came to a stop, Sal turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "We've arrived, miss," he announced, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered your composure. With a nod of gratitude to Sal, he helps you out of the car and Yoongi sees you from a mile away.

“Check her out,” Ryan nudges Jimin, “she cleans up nice,”

“I know,” He walkd over, assuming he’s on ‘Y/N duty’. But Yoongi tells all of them to head inside without him, and Jimin is left pondering thoughts over that.

That leaves you standing on the curb, waiting for the others to walk in. When the last member walked inside , he finally gave you his full attention. He eyes you like he wants to say something about your appearance, but he keeps it to himself for now.

“Stay with me tonight, okay? Don’t wander off with anyone,”

You nodded. Normally, you would inquire about his reasoning, but tonight, he seems a bit off, like one wrong word and you’re history.

Once you walked into the restaurant, you saw so many familiar faces. Some of these people worked at Namjoon’s base, particularly the women. Some you had seen working with Jungkook on those many nights out, making runs around the city. 

The night went on like a true family dinner. 

There was an undeniable buzz in the atmosphere, it was contagious. Laughing, and chatting about the past and the present. As you looked over the room, even the most stoic men were smiling at each other, enjoying the endless champagne and Hors d'oeuvres. Hoseok and Taehyung seemed to have mended the underlying strife between them, even for tonight. Jimin on the other hand seemed less than interested for the first half, but a couple of old fashions changed that.

Now it’s evident why is so important. 

It’s a time and place where the true colors of the mafia come to light. In the day-to-day, where crime and violence monopolize their time, they need gatherings like this to unify their spirits. To remind them that this is family, this is what they traded their souls for. 

Suddenly, you feel a warmth on your thigh. You glance over and see Yoongi’s free hand resting just above your knee, and he continues his conversation casually. 

The more you think about it, the less his request for you to join him makes sense. Why did he want you here? Nothing to say, you’re only here for arm candy and the wondering eye to gawk over. You can’t help but wonder if that was his intention, to show you off. 

“I’d like to make a toast,” 

A hush takes over the room in seconds. All eyes are on the respected leader. His hand leaves you when he stands up, stem glass in hand. 

“To Kim Namjoon,” He holds the glass high, and the room follows suit, including yourself. “May he rest in peace.”

The room followed his every command like a cult of loyal subjects, eager to please their king. 

When he got up, he said he’ll be right back. You thought, does he think you’re just gonna sit here? He should know you well enough by now, to know you don’t like to sit still for too long. 

“Hi,”

You look up at a towering figure in front of you.

“Hi,” You reply.

“I’m Jooyoung, I don’t know if you remember me but I remember you,” He gets cozy beside you, “you used to be the talk of the town, you know that?”

“I know,” You grit your teeth at that thought.

“It’s died down now, no one wants to get in hot water with the boss, he’s back to his old ways,” He sips from his nearly empty glass, “but I’m glad to see you’re doing well, really,”

“Uh, thanks,” You pause, finally processing his statement, “What do you mean his old ways?”

Just as he opens his mouth to answer, Yoongi begins to make his way back and he gets out of potential harm's way. 

“You okay?” Yoongi rests a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m fine,” You nodded.

“How’s the food?” He stayed hovering over you, gaze lingering on you longer than you expected.

“It’s- it’s good,” You peer up at him, his expression hard to read. It’s something in between curious and slightly agitated.

“Do you want another drink?” 

“I haven’t even finished this one-“

“I need another drink.” 

You follow behind him to the bar where he orders a shot of something dark and what he called, ‘an Irish bomb. You’re taken aback when you realize both were for him when he’s already throwing back the second one.

“Anything for you, miss?” The bartender smiles kindly.

“Oh um, I’ll have the shot he had,” You say, innocent of what was in those glasses. The bartender quickly, and as soon as you get a whiff, you regret your decision. Despite your displeasure: you down it anyway. Within seconds, you cough after the burn of it going down. 

“Ugh, that was bad,” You cringe, unable to hide your disgusted expression. Yoongi’s eyes linger on you momentarily and he flashes a knowing smile inwardly. With a firm touch at the small of your back, he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “How do you drink this stuff?”

“Come with me,”

You blink, “Oh, ok…” You exchange glances with the bartender who looks away. He grabs your arm and whisks you out of the restaurant's main haul and into a private room, likely meant for administrative purposes.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, he lets his guard down and relaxes. You observe quietly, folding your arms around yourself, as he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the office chair

“I meant to tell you about tonight,” He explains unprompted, “I’ve just been caught up,”

“Why did you want me to come?”

“I thought you’d enjoy a night out,” He walks up to you,“you don’t like it?” 

“You didn’t exactly give me a choice; the staff said I had to come.” You cross your arms.

“Do you like the dress?” He intentionally gets in your space, making you to take a step back.

You scoff, glancing down at the gown. “Why? did you pick it out?”

He gives you a sly smile that you take it as a yes. 

“It’s nice,” You feign being unimpressed, “but if you brought me here just to be an accessory, you could have just said that.” He steps forward, backing you against the wall

“Is that what you think this is?” He snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Yeah,” You nod, “what else could it be? You want me to stay with you, not talk to anyone? I could have stayed back,” 

“No, that’s not,” He sighs, taking in how dolled up you are and how this could probably be the least interesting thing you’ve done this week. “Honestly, I wanted to be around you tonight, I had a rough day,”

You feel a blush rise to your cheeks, still not used to hearing things like that from him still not accustomed to hearing such sentiments from his mouth. 

Over the past few weeks, the space between you and Yoongi has become smaller. 

He steps forward, hands resting on your waist so he could kiss you. And just like that, you two stay quiet while indulging in your little secret. He cradles the back of your head, presenting the right angle as he searches for the perfect blend of softness and firm. He always sets the perfect pace, and you feel yourself become pliable like water, spilling through his fingers.

“I've been waiting all day for this," he murmurs, his lips lingering close to yours, reluctant to pull away. "We should get out of here; get some privacy," he adds, his tone betraying his reluctance to stop kissing you.

“You’re the boss, don’t you have to stay?”

“I’m the boss,” he smirks, “I can do whatever I want.”

True to his word, he called a car and you two snuck out through the back. He helped you into the vehicle, ensuring you were secure before getting in himself. He tells the driver a location unknown to you. Once it's confirmed that you're en route, Yoongi lowers the privacy screen, continuing to kiss you, as if he had been anxious to do so.

He picks you up to sit you across his lap, eliciting a gasp of utter shock from you. It makes him giggle, the way you react to him as if this were all new to you. 

When he finally pulls away from your lips, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell good, new perfume?" he murmurs between kisses on your chest, leaving damp imprints on your skin.

“Y- yeah.”

 "It’s nice," He's feeling the effects of those drinks now because he’s tempted to say anything that comes to mind.

“Are- are you okay?” You manage to pull away, looking into his half-lidded eyes and noticing the red glow on his cheeks. He stares back at you, taking in your flustered expression and rosy cheeks.

“I will be,” He deadpans, breathing in and out.

“But where-” You pull away again and Yoongi huffs in frustration,  “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can be alone, is that okay with you?” You nod, unsure if that's what you mean or if you’re afraid to say no.

“That’s- that’s okay with me…”

Unbeknownst to you, he made a hotel reservation just for the two of you. He planned to get you out of the house to bail on the oh-so-important family dinner. You would have never guessed that this was his cover-up plan. The thought alone made you feel all sorts of things—excited, anxious, confused. The idea that he wanted to be with you like this, so much so that he carved out a time and place just for you.

“I couldn’t be in that damn house tonight,” He said in the elevator, his hand resting in the small of your back, “My day has been too damn long just to have to sneak around for this,”

“This?" you questioned, urging him to expound. 

"You," he flashed a snarky smile. "Sneaking around at all hours of the night, in my own home? I’m pretty sure some staff are starting to catch on."

“I hope not,” You scrunch your nose at the thought. Ayeong seemed to have a chipper demeanor whenever you found yourself close to the mafia boss. 

"Do you think anyone is suspicious about us leaving together?" you asked, your curiosity veiled with unease.

"I’m sure," he answered honestly.

Eventually, you made it to the hotel room and everything was so grand and expensive. The bed seemed to have no end with pristine white linen, the bathroom was equipped with a large tub and walk-in shower. Yoongi discarded his jacket for the second time that night and gestured for you to sit wherever you’d like. You chose the chair near the French doors to the balcony, hands pressed to your lap. In Yoongi fashion, he had already ordered his alcohol of choice to the room and he went right for it.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" you asked the obvious question. 

"No," he took another shot. "just trying to unwind." With a chuckle, he stalked over and kneeled in front of you. "How was your day, by the way?"

You sat tensed, eyes darting from your feet to his face. He lifted your ankle to rest on his knee so he could remove your heels. He meticulously unbuckled the straps, one hand under your ankle while the other worked on the clasp. When you failed to reply, he asked again. 

"Well, how was it?"

"It was fine, I did a little shopping with Yearim," you swallowed, watching his fingertips linger on your skin despite your heels being long gone. "nothing too crazy."

He paused, staring up at you as if he was truly interested. He couldn’t be, he had to be humoring you. "You do a lot of shopping,”

"Yeah, is that okay?“ You laughed nervously. 

"It’s fine," he placed his palms on your knees. "No one else is using all this money, you seem to make good use of it, so I don’t mind."

"You're really, um," you paused, searching for the right word, "talkative."

"Yeah? I suppose I am, just trying to fill your awkward silence since you're so tense," he said softly, meeting your gaze with a glimmer of desire in his eyes. “You want another drink? To take the edge off,” 

You nod. “Sure…”

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“Sir, I lost all contact with him,” The agent paces in her office, “last time we spoke, we were supposed to arrange a meeting place for handoff tonight, I was sure we had this!-”

“You’re dealing with a criminal, Agent Ban. This may take longer than you think, I told you this wouldn’t be easy.”

“Okay, then what should I do now?”

“Get creative, that’s all you can do.”

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“Oh my God, they’re not letting this go.” 

Henry read through the contract for the second time, attempting to understand how she managed to file a lawsuit against the family. Melinda was not backing down. You won’t be snubbed out of the will, not if she can help it. And Jin, for some odd reason, seems to care about your claim to the fortune.

“We need to get the authorities involved in this,” He closed up the envelope the severance was packaged in, “if she is missing or dead, there’s no sense in waiting around for her to turn up, we need to close this up.”

Jin made a mental note—your maternal family members are all stuck-up pricks, no surprise your mother eloped. As a form of making amends with some of his only flesh and blood, he’s decided to support Melinda in this battle. He has the power he’s always wanted, and a bit more even. His only wish now is that he can safely hide away his flesh and blood like his father once had.

Today though, he’s off to address a burning question of his. How did Jungkook get out? 

Wei arrived with no information to report. All they know is that Jungkook left the courtroom a free man.

“Jin,” Melinda sits across from Jin at the upscale brunch spot, sipping a mimosa, “be honest, why did she choose not to come with you?”

“We weren’t on good terms, and a few people made it pretty difficult for me.”

“Can you find a way for me to talk to her?” She questions.

“Last night, there was an annual event within the organization,” He paused, “I had eyes in there, they saw her there, dressed up like a legitimate member. But I’ll have to see what I can do about contacting her,”

“So they make her attend events,” She shook her head in disbelief, “like a damn show pony.”

“She may have a choice.” 

“Jin, do you know anything about your sister? You talk about her like-“

Suddenly, she gets an unknown call on her phone. Jin takes a glance from past glass.

“Who’s that?”

 “Not sure,” She let it buzz a couple of times, before bringing it to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Melinda West?”

“It is,” She glanced up at Jin with furrowed brows, “who is this?” 

“My name is Lisa Ban, I'm an agent with the FBI and I’ve been working on your niece's case for a few months now.” 

Melinda gasps, this is the first she’s heard of any law enforcement giving a damn about you. She puts the phone on speaker, giving Jin a look to start listening in.

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing from you? It’s been over a year since she was abducted.”

“I know Ms. West, and for that I’m so sorry. But the oversight of her case came from the sheer size of the organization she’s involved with. At first, she was a potential accomplice until I did some further digging. Now I’m using all of my resources to find her.”

Melinda lets out an exasperated sigh. “So why are you contacting me now?”

“Last night, the mafia boss who is holding her captive agreed to meet me and give her over-“

“You have her?!”

“No, not exactly. The meeting fell through, we had been contacting each other for weeks and confirmed that he would let her go. Last night he was supposed to give me a location to meet him early this morning, but he never did. In fact, he blocked my number and he likely used a burner phone, so I’m at square one.”

“Okay, what do you plan to do now?”

“I can’t say too much right, I want to meet you. I know it’s short notice, but can you meet me at Le Blanc Bistro at 7 tonight? Then, I can detail the entire case to you and maybe we can help each other.”

“Um,” Melinda looks to Jin who mouths for her to say yes, “Okay, yes, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Thank you, Ms. West. Take care.”

“When you go, don’t mention me but get as much information as you can,” Jin advises

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You thought this was all just to soothe the stress; that loomed over your head like a dark cloud. But when his voice broke against your neck, eyes focused but half-lidded in ecstasy, his grip tightenuntil his knuckles turned white. You had a front-row seat to his raw humanity, his soul bared in front of you.

When you opened your mouth to say something, you were silenced by a kiss. And it was his, not so subtle, way of telling you to shut up. But suddenly, you tasted something salty and warm hit your tongue—tears? That’s when you yanked your head away and touched your lips, to his displeasure.

"Y- Yoongi," you stalled all movement and his eyes shot open in surprise. "Are you okay?"

“Shit, Y/N,”  he cursed, trying to keep the moment from shattering. “Why are you stopping to ask me that? I’m doing fucking terrific, aren’t you?” He was exasperated, sweat beading on his furrowed brows. You inspected his face with concern, not saying a word.

“What’s wrong?” he touched his cheek to feel the warm liquid.

“Fuck, fuck,” he combed his hair back and took a moment to catch his breath. You tried to move away but he pulled you back, holding you so you couldn’t move not an inch.

“No, no, don’t,” he took both your hands and kissed them. “I’ve had a few too many, that’s all, it feels so good you brought me to tears,” He flashed a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine, please.. don’t stop.”

He’d never sounded like this before, so desperate. You chose continue as he watched intently, tonguing at his lips, taking it all in. And at some point, he ascended, went somewhere else, and dragged you there.

Once things settled, you lay on his chest and he resisted the temptation to smoke a cigarette, settling for combing a hand through your hair, delicately pinching the strands between his fingers. You peeked over at the gun on his nightstand; all these mafia boys were the same in the bedroom, vulnerable for a moment but forever guarded.

“Today, I had to do something I haven’t done in years,” he sighed, his voice rumbling in his chest under your ear. “And that shit has been haunting me, all fucking day…”

You glanced up at him, heart aching at his admission. “I’m sorry… what did you have to do?”

His sweet caresses came to a halt. It took him a while to open up, to say more than a couple of sentences. He felt a conflict; while he wanted to reveal his thoughts and feelings to you, he didn’t want you cursed with those images.

“I don’t want you to worry about that,” He pressed his lips to your brow, his breath warm and soothing, “I shouldn’t have to do it again for a long time.”

Little did he know, you saw the cleaning company come into the house…does what he did have anything to do with that? You choose not to pry despite your painful curiosity. Silence hung in the air for a good minute.

“Well,” you grappled for something to lighten the mood, “I bought a kitten today.”

He furrowed his brows, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, her name is Poppy, she’s cute,” you sat up on his chest, eyes brighter just at the mention of her. “Pretty quiet… from what I can tell.”

You sighed, absentmindedly tracing the tattoo peaking over his shoulder. In a moment like this, you can easily forget you’re an ex-prisoner, now a valuable collateral of the mafia. 

“That’s nice babe,” He groaned, eyes growing heavy with exhaustion, “now get some sleep, we have to get up early…”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He sighed, giving up on trying to get some shut-eye. “Go ahead,”

“What does your tattoo mean?” 

“I had to get branded when I joined the organization,” He answered plainly, “it’s a snake because my father had a code, the snake represents transformation. Snakes have to shed their skin to grow, to survive. If they don’t, they die.”

You continued tracing the intricate design, understanding dawning on you. “So, it’s about changing to survive?”

“It is,” he murmured, his voice a blend of bitterness and acceptance. “You have to shed who you are. The old you has to die so you can become who you need to be to survive in this world.”

“Wow, that's so symbolic,” You reply, “it’s big, it must have been painful…” You cooed, still tracing the small part you could see from his shoulder. “Was it?”

“It was,” He hums, “the healing process was the worst part, I couldn't lay on my back for weeks…” He took your hand, leading it to rest on his chest, where his heart beat steadily beneath your palm. “Now that I’ve answered your question, can we please go to sleep?”

“Yoongi…” You pursed your lips, feeling a surge of vulnerability. “How do you feel about me?...”

“Y/N, for the love of God,” His eyes flutter open, “let’s not get into that.”

“Why? Just tell me or I’m gonna think you hate me, that you’re just using me.” 

“I don’t hate you, and I’m not using you,” He yawns, his guard slipping, “trust me.”

“So it’s just the sex then,” You conclude, half-joking but very much serious, “you keep me around for that, is that all it is?”

“Oh, stop. If that’s all it was,” Yoongi sat up, causing you to lift yourself and look at him wide-eyed, “rest assured, we would have been doing this a long time ago,” He brushed your cheek tenderly, “It’s a plus, but it’s not just the sex.”

“Oh,” You blushed, a small smile breaking through. “So it sounds like you’ve always been attracted to me then?”

“Are you on a vanity kick right now?” He pulls you into his lap, hands under your thighs, and the idea of sleep is long gone from his mind.

“Please tell me,” You comb through his hair, massaging his scalp, “when did you start to see me like this? Fine, I’ll go first,” You give an anxious smile, “after you were shot, I helped you clean your wounds and we talked, we had a real conversation…I thought about that a lot, we had so much more in common than I imagined and I realized you weren’t so bad, I started to like you…a lot.“

“Okay,” His hands glide up and down your sides, “you really wanna know?” You nod.

“When I first officially met you, you were a bratty kid obsessed with Jeon Jungkook,” He begins, “You were angry, scared of everything, impulsive, difficult to deal with, you couldn’t fight, still can’t-”

“Damn,” You scoff, "maybe I shouldn’t have asked-”

“I’m not done,” He playfully clasps his hand over your mouth, “you were all those things to me for a long time, and not only that but you were my best friend’s little sister.” He removes his hand, watching you bite your lips. “I had every reason not to want you…But I don’t know, I don’t have an exact time or moment when it started, maybe when you went batshit crazy at the auction and then kissed me in the bathroom,” He snickers at your growing blush, “you shouldn’t have done that, after that kiss I had a hard time getting you off my mind, I couldn’t even make any more excuses after that.”

“Really?” You swallow your nerves. “I’m flattered.”

“Yes really, and I see that you aren’t some kid…there’s so much to you, more than I realized. I take care of you because you are my responsibility, but it’s more than that, I like to take care of you, I like getting to know you, being with you…I wanted to have you, just like this.” 

“What does all of that mean?” You press further, trying to pry out three words.

He presses his forehead against yours, knowing what you’re getting at. “I care about you Y/n,” He brushes your hair away from your face, just, “so much,” He presses his face into the crook of your neck. “

“Y-Yoongi,” You whispered, cupping his face to bring him eye-to-eye, your heart pounding in your chest. “You said we had to get up early, you shouldn’t be kissing anyone if you’re trying to go to sleep.”

He breathed in, his heartstrings giving way to any prior plans or limits he had for himself.

“Change of plans,” He placed his hand over the one you had on his cheek, his eyes locking onto yours. He smirked, “We’re sleeping in.”

Some people are true to the very end. Their path may change, their words may falter, but they remain true to their nature. Jungkook is like that. Amidst shifting dynamics and the ebb and flow of bonds, he stands resolute. He had no regrets from the moment he pledged his soul to this life, severing ties with his blood and swearing allegiance to an organization that masqueraded as family.

He would do it again and again, and again.

When he got a phone call from a man claiming to be his uncle, he understood more why he chose the mafia. After the smoke clears, someone will come to your rescue when you least expect it. 

The phone call from his ‘uncle’.

“Namjoon left specific instructions, if anything were to happen to him, I’d treat you like my own, and that’s what I plan to do.”

The retired mafia kingpin sent all his resources and pulled every string to honor his son's wish.

So after a few weeks, when he appeared in court dressed in guilty orange, he didn’t so much as bat an eye. 

His new legal team rallied around him, professing him as innocent and wrongfully prosecuted on baseless claims. And the judge? Somehow seen unfit to rule over this case, was replaced by a rookie, just barely out of law school. It all fell into place.

Junghyun sat in the courtroom, watching his brother sit back comfortably. It was a misuse of justice, a real shitshow if you ask him. 

“The court rules, not guilty.”

The court was adjourned. Jungkook was uncuffed and Junghyun was the first to approach him.

“What the hell did you do to pull this off?” He stands almost eye-to-eye with Jungkook, and the smirk on his face says it all, he’s gotten away with murder.

Before Jungkook could answer, from the crowd his mother ran up and embraced him.

“Jungkook,” She squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the moment, “come home with us, please-”

“I’m sorry…” His expression saddened, “You know I can’t.” He, for the first time in years, looked at her with love in his eyes.

“Excuse me, Mr. Jeon, after you get changed, we have a car ready for you,” The man positioned at the back of the courtroom with a pressed suit and manicured appearance stands in waiting, “We should get going.”

He hugs her one last time, and she knows he’s saying he loves her. But he has to go, he had to make that choice when he was just a teenager and he has to make it now. Soon, he is checked out and escorted into a luxury vehicle with dark tints, and in the seat beside him lies the items he was booked with.

“Where am I going?” 

“Master Kim’s residence.”

He doesn’t typically get anxious, but his nerves are getting to him today. Even though he’s out in the real world, feeling the sun on his skin and seeing the trees blow in the wind and the birds fly in the sky—there’s this eerie feeling. How did he manage this type of luck? What does he have to do in return for his freedom? There’s always a catch.

A butler of sorts opens the doors and leads Jungkook inside, calling him Mr. Jeon. 

“Please, make yourself comfortable,”

He directs Jungkook to sit in the formal living room in the grand home, he remembers this well. Namjoon brought him here a few times when he was just a boy, he could just taste the silver spoon Namjoon had in his mouth. Privilege, wealth, power—Namjoon was born with it. He always admired that, he wanted to be like him, more than anything.

“I’m glad to see you made it out, Jungkook” 

The elder Kim entered the room, commanding Jungkook’s full attention with just the sound of his voice.

“Sir,” Out of respect, Jungkook gets down on his knees in a full bow, “I’m in debt to you, thank you… This wouldn’t have been possible if it weren’t for you,’ He stays, headed fully facing the ground, “I don’t deserve this.”

“Favor isn’t deserved my child, it’s simply given,” He stood above Jungkook with a look of his endearment, “Have a seat, please.”

Jungkook does as he’s told. When he’s sat upright, he finally sees the mob veteran’s striking resemblance to his late son. He only recalls seeing him a couple of times in photos, but never in person like this. 

“You know, my son spoke very fondly of you,” 

Jungkook peeks up, resembling a timid little kid.

“He said you didn’t grow up with a lot, but had more potential and grit than anyone he’d ever met,” He continues, “I taught him to choose his family and regard them above anyone else, that’s the key to success in our line of work, you look out for your own,” He paused to sip his tea, “that’s why I chose to help you.”

“But I don’t understand,” He said, brows furrowed, “your son was killed because of me-’”

“Years ago, Namjoon asked me to do one thing for him, and that was to take you into the family,” He said sincerely, “he knew that if anything ever happened to him, he had to take care of you, even in death,”

“He…He arranged this?”

“Of course,” He laughs, “you were his favorite.”

Jungkook's mind raced as he processed the elder Kim’s words. The weight of Namjoon’s loyalty and sacrifice bore down on him, mingling with the relief of his newfound freedom.

“His favorite?” Jungkook repeated, still struggling to grasp the gravity of it all.

“Yes,” the elder Kim confirmed, his eyes softening. “He saw something in you, something worth protecting. That’s why I’ve pulled all the strings to keep you safe. Namjoon’s death was a tragedy, but his trust in you was unwavering.”

Jungkook looked down, the guilt gnawing at him. “I never meant for him to die, I don’t even know how it happened…”

The elder Kim shook his head. “In this world, things like that happen, Jungkook. But remember, Namjoon chose you. Honor his memory by living up to that belief.”

A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the quiet ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. “How do I do that?”

“Get some rest,” the elder Kim said, standing up. “Tomorrow, we’ll discuss your next steps.”

As Jungkook was led to his temporary quarters, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the test of his character was looming around the corner. The room he entered was lavish, a stark contrast to the cell he slept in the night prior. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

He saw the same face, but he knew he couldn’t be the same person. Not anymore.

[roronoa-roro]

ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ (ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴏʏᴏ)

atsumu | osamu | iwaizumi | oikawa | sakusa | bokuto

It all started when a news reporter asked Hinata Shoyo how tall he was in English. He had stuttered out a 'one seventy-two centimetres long' dripping in a heavy Japanese accent. All the sports media had been abuzz with his adorable mistake all over the internet for the longest time.

Of which Hinata understood not one bit.

So, after multiple failed attempts of explaining English to him, you had taken the creative method and told him, "You say tall when you're referring to your height. And you say long when you're—" you pointedly tilt your head towards his crotch, "—referring to it."

"Ooooh! I get it now!" He had exclaimed.

Now, you sit in your office, watching the live telecast of MSBY's interview with your work colleagues, many of whom are die-hard MSBY fans.

Amidst the lively interactions, one reporter playfully asks Hinata how tall he is. Hinata smirks smugly straight at the camera and chuckles, "I won't have a slip up like last time. My spouse taught me better."

You sit up a little straighter in your seat, feeling the mixed gazes on you. But the proud smile on your face absolutely shatters at Hinata Shoyo's next words.

"I'm one seventy-two centimetres tall and six inches long!"

[justyouraverageotaku]

Sharing Session

Mael x Fem!Reader

Request via anon

Content Warnings: unrequited love, previous fighting mentioned, drinking, kissing, spoilers for season 3 events

You glanced in the direction of Ban and Elaine before turning your attention back to your drink. Tiny droplets of red wine clung to the rim of the glass and you focused on them trying to ignore the familiar ache in your chest. He was happy, that’s all you wanted right? Even so you couldn’t ignore the burning as you heard him laugh his wonderful laugh. He sat so happily next to her and she sat next to him just as joyfully. You had loved him for so long and yet he only had eyes for Elaine…

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone sat in the chair next to you. Assuming it was Diane or perhaps even Gowther you forced a smile and looked over at the person next to you. You were caught off guard to see fluffy white wings, wavy silvery-white hair, and blue eyes- Mael. “Mind if I sit here for a little while?” he asked. “Go ahead,” you replied, glancing over at Ban and Elaine again subconsciously before turning your attention back to your drink. “Hey y/n?” Mael said. You hummed in response. “I’m really sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I truly am. I’m sorry for hurting you, and your friends, and countless others.” You looked at him and his eyes spoke nothing but true genuine remorse for his actions, he truly regretted everything that had happened.

“Everything is fixed now Mael, you do know that right?” you found yourself saying. He looked at you so you continued, “the Demon King is dead now and you're you again.” You paused for a moment. “Mael, Estarossa wasn’t you at all. You may have been him but he was never you. Everything was the result of magic, you truly aren’t that person.” After that you both sat in silence a bit before light-hearted and friendly conversation began between the two of you. Still you couldn’t help the occasional glance at Ban and Elaine’s table. You watched Ban and the fairy get steadily drunker and more giggly. Your glances however did not go unnoticed by Mael.

“Why do you keep looking over there,” he asked in an oddly soft and slightly curious tone. He had a slight suspicion as he recognized the look on your face, but he didn’t want to assume things. You tore your eyes away from Ban and Elaine and looked at him. Everyone had seen how he acted towards Elizabeth the day you all fought, and even though you didn’t know the full story it was obvious he had fallen for her and she for someone else. Maybe it was the fact you were slightly tipsy or the fact he had asked so tenderly and with such knowing curiosity, or maybe it was the fact you felt he could relate, regardless you found yourself opening your mouth. “Well it’s sort of a long story…”

After you said that he suggested that perhaps you guys should leave the room to avoid being overheard. So you ended up in a vacant room of the Boar Hat sitting across from each other, both of you in separate plush chairs. You sat in silence for a while, him waiting patiently as you thought over what you could say. He didn’t pressure you to start talking, just looked at you with a soft look. You found yourself telling him everything. How you and Ban grew up together, how you came to love him, and how painful it was that he didn’t love you the same way. He listened, giving you his full attention without a single ounce of judgment passing over his features. You didn’t notice the tears falling softly down your cheeks until he was out of his chair, his sleeve was over his hand and carefully wiping your face.

When you finished speaking and the tears had stopped falling so heavily you looked at him. You didn’t see pity but understanding, which helped you feel a little better. You found yourself asking about Elizabeth without thinking. To your surprise he began to share his story. He told you about how he had been treated, how Elizabeth had been different, how badly it hurt when he saw she loved Meliodas. Unchecked tears fell down his face and you found your sleeve over your hand this time. By the time he had finished you realized how alike your stories were and how alike your suffering was. You both comforted each other in a way that no other person could offer; by truly, and completely, understanding. You ended up hugging each other in the center of the room. It was a warm and firm hug like you were each trying to hold each other together. When you pulled apart you found that you felt a little more whole again. Looking at him you could tell he felt the same way. You found yourself thinking that perhaps you had found yourself a new friend.

A couple days later he came to visit again. You chatted more light heartedly than the other day and you found out that he was strangely good at making you laugh. Eventually you were visiting each other almost everyday. Sometimes you’d drink with the sins, go for walks, or play games. Other times when one (or both) of you were upset you would comfort each other. You found over time the Ban and Elaine situation hurt less, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Well until one day. You and Mael were sitting on the bed in your room. You were mostly just chatting happily and chilling. Eventually Mael started telling you about a book he happened to come across the other day. You had learned at some point that he was an avid reader, as well as someone who enjoyed art. While he was telling you about the book you found yourself watching him more intently than usual. His face held the same gentle expression as always, his eyes were nearly shining (although perhaps it was the lighting), and he wore a calm smile that you had come to love. Love. That was why the Ban and Elaine situation had hurt a little less. You had fallen in love again, but this time with Mael.

You continued to hang out with him normally. However, today Mael had seemed strangely anxious when he asked if you wanted to stargaze tonight. Perhaps he was worried about a mission or something. You resolved to ask him about it later. But now was later, and Mael had taken you to a spot on a hill where the stars seemed infinite in all directions. He still seemed nervous, even as he began to point out constellations to you. You waited until he took a breath to ask him about it. “Hey Mael?” “Yes, y/n?” “What’s got you so edgy?” To your surprise he looked away. He told you everything and you told him everything, so it was weird for him to be so avoidant. You were about to reassure him that he didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to when he spoke up. “Actually, I called you to ask you something.” You couldn’t see that his cheeks were tinted pink in the dark and for that he was glad. “Go ahead,” you replied softly, worried about his earlier evasion. He mumbled something too low for you to understand. You hummed in a way you did when asking someone to speak up. He finally looked at you and only then did you see his blush in the reflection of the stars and the way his eyes shone with adoration, “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he repeated gently. A whirlwind of emotions hit you at once. Comfort, relief, and happiness. “I am in love with you Mael,” you replied.

Once you gave him permission he pulled you into his arms like you were the most beautiful and delicate thing in the world. He littered you in praise, soft kisses to your hair, and whispered “I love you”s for a while; then everything fell to a peaceful calm. You both watched the stars holding each other tightly to reassure yourselves that this wasn’t a dream and that the other was really there. Many happy tears were shed by both of you. You had found in each other something both of you thought you may never get: unconditional mutual love.

[pwured]

✿ . ∬ ❝ fine, fine. c'mere you big baby ❞

— ♪ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; ban x fem!reader

— 𝐜𝐰 ; nothing! just fluff ♡

— summary ; as you were trying to finish a work assignment, ban thought it would be the best time to get your attention. he wouldn't stop bothering you, and distracting you. he even started begging. since he wouldn't stop and it was so annoying, you finally decided to give in.

ban had always liked getting attention from his girlfriend, but today he was being particularly needy. y/n was trying to work on her laptop, staring at her screen with a determined look on her face. she was in the middle of a very important project, and she didn't have time to indulge ban's requests for affection. however, ban seemed to be oblivious to this, wandering around their apartment and doing everything he could to distract her.

"hey, babe," he called out to her. "what are you doing?"

y/n sighed and looked up at him. "i'm working," she said, trying to keep her tone low and calm.

"but I want your attention," ban whined, his voice rising into a high-pitched whine.

y/n rolled her eyes. "i can't give it to you right now," she said. "i'm trying to get this done."

ban didn't seem to care. he kept wandering around, doing everything from trying to steal y/n's laptop to begging for a cuddle. it was driving her crazy, and she knew she had to put a stop to it.

y/n let out a deep sigh and closed her laptop, turning to face him.

"fine, fine. c'mere you big baby."

© pwured — do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my works without my permission.

[mightbesmall]

Ayo Savanaclaw?

Requested: Omg wait I just had an idea! What about the Savanaclaw dorm coming into class with lipstick stains all over their face — but they didn’t know! Gn reader :3 Love your writing <33

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Jack

Warnings: none

Summary: Two big scary lads and my favourite enter a classroom with lipstick stains, what will they do?🤔

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Leona

”Damn Leona!” Some annoying pests howled with laughter. Said male only growled at them, the audacity to laugh at him. They’re asking for a death wish.

He took his seat, Ruggie has annoyed him enough today that it was one of those rare days he’ll show up to class. Though there was still some time before class actually started, damn Ruggie the liar. So the overgrown cat took out his phone to message his stupid herbivore. 

…

Was that him? 

…

He saw his reflection in the screen and it looked a little off. Opening up the camera and setting it into selfie mode, he saw that he had many obnoxious lipstick stains all over his face. Well shit. He may need to ban morning kisses for a while.

”Stupid herbivore..”

He’s not mad though, he just loves to flaunt.

Ruggie

He walked into class and was immediately met with whooping, wolf whistling and exclaims of “I didn’t know you could get any action!” from his immature classmates, mainly from his dorm. 

Ruggie really didn’t know why any of this was happening but he got his explanation when one of his classmates coughed awkwardly and gestured around their face. Ruggie touched his face when he felt something… sticky? He looked at his fingers and saw what looked like lipstick. 

… 

“Shishishsishi!” He started to snicker. 

Honesty he doesn’t mind the stains. Only further proves how much you love him and that was enough of a reason to stroll around confidently, wearing them with pride.

Jack

When Epel was awkwardly gesturing around his face, Jack initially thought that he was uncomfortable or something. He only figured it out when he went to rub his chin in thought and found a sticky substance on it. He looked at his fingers and saw lipstick, your lipstick. 

‘Well darn,’ was Epel’s thought as he saw Jack slowly embody a tomato. It was quite funny to watch such a big guy get all flustered like that. 

Said big guy huffed before pulling out his phone to text you.                                                                                                                               

Jacky-poo🥺❤️                                                                                                         Morning kisses have to stop.  

Braincell no.3 What?! Why😭 ʳᵉᵃᵈ

Honestly you’ll be the death of him. He didn’t take the lipstick off though, now matter how many times Ace teased him about it.

[muichiroslover]

Hey…it’s been a long while..well, maybe it can be my comeback era? lots has changed since i last came to write on here, but lets see where this takes us, I missed everyone on here! 😣🩷🩷

Pairing: Meliodas x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

Now you were usually the type of person who loved a clingly s/o, you yourself being a clingy person

But lately you have been in a bad mood due to a lot of bad things happening at one time making you feel like bad luck is following you

Naturally in your mind you wanted to be alone and calm yourself down but

“Y/nnn~~ i missed you where have you been?” Meliodas sung as you walked back into the boars hat, he seemed excited about something

You had just gotten back from going on a walk to try and calm down your irritable mood but you ended up tripping during the walk and hurting your ankle, now you were only more mad

You sighed as you walked around the bar place and rummaged through one of the cabinets for a bottle of liqour

“Y/n~ don’t ignore me!” Meliodas pouted as you put down the liquor on the counter and sighed once more putting a hand on your forehead

“Nothing Meli, i went for a walk and came back, i’m not ignoring you” you say as you take a cup and pour the bitter substance into it till it almost overflowed

“Oh i see, where did you go? did you have fun? oh i also noticed you were limping did something happen?” He asks as you walk from behind the counter to one of the tables

“Walk, no and yes” you answer bluntly as you begin to lift the cup to your mouth

“Y/n!~ whats wronggg you seem so mad come on stop giving me these short answersss” Meliodas whined as he tried to hug you but that caused your hand to shake and the drink in your hand to spill all over you

Meliodas backed up quickly as he looked at you speechless for a second

“Oh my god Y/n I’m really-“

“God Meliodas just- you don’t need to cling to me like a life line every single day, ugh god so annoying i must seriously have bad luck” you say with a hiss as you stand up from your seat to go get paper towels and a change of clothes

You missed how Meliodas’s smile faltered for a second and his voice died out

But it didn’t last long until he smiled again, though this one seemed a lot more forced as you walked back into the main area with paper towels

“Ah I’m sorry Y/n, here let me help you” he says as he approaches you but you hold up your hand

“Its fine, just, I don’t know” you say as you walk past him to clean up the mess

His smile once again falls before it goes back up

“Okay..uh, I’m gonna go for a walk myself, I’ll see you in a few!” He says and you mumble as he left

After you finished cleaning the mess you sighed getting up, you threw away the dirty paper towels and made your way to you and Meliodas’ shared room

You opened the door then closed it behind yourself as you began to strip from your now sticky and wet clothes

As you threw your dirty clothes into the hamper your eyes caught something on the bed

You turned around from the mirror and made your way to the bed, you raised a brow as you pulled the letter slightly sticking out from under your pillow out

You sat down as you opened it carefully and began to read the contents

Dear Y/n

For some reason lately it seems your not in the best mood. You don’t seem like you want to tell me whats making you so mad yet but that’s okay, I can wait. I’ll try my best to help in anyway I can until you can tell me, so I got you this. I hope it picks up your mood at least a little, I love you so much! Thanks for being with me!!!! ;)))))♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

- meliodas

You put the letter down as you lifted up your pillow entirely as you saw a box

You picked it up and opened it as you slightly gasped

It was a ruby necklace that had caught your eye one time while you and Meliodas were exploring a town festival

You had been sad you couldn’t get it because you and Meliodas didn’t bring any more not expecting to buy anything

But Meliodas must’ve gone back to get it, just for you

Your face distorted into a frown as you remembered your outburst on your boyfriend

You hadn’t mean to come off as if you were annoyed at him specifically, its just everything piled up and you blew up at him, not that it’s justified with that stupid excuse

“Im a horrible girlfriend..” you muttered

You got up as you quickly dressed, you didn’t even grab a jacket before leaving the boars hat in a rush

You ran to the closest town looking around for your boyfriend, you looked left and right in fast movements

You started stopping inside of different bars until finally the last one you checked

Your eyes landed on your boyfriends fluffy blonde hair, he was in one of the booths, you made your way over and sat down with him as he drank

Meliodas took one last gulp of his beer before looking at you with a pout, you frowned deeply

“Babe..I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to go off on you like that, it’s just a lot of bad things were happening one after another and I just” You sigh deeply “I shouldn’t have blown up on you, it’s 100% my fault, there’s no excuse for what I said, I’m really sorry” You say bowing your head

It’s silent for a minute before Meliodas’ voice breaks you out of your position

“What you said really hurt my feelings”

“And I’ll apologize over and over again for that” You say as sincere as you can because you mean it, what you did was wrong

Meliodas pouts for a few more seconds before smiling, slightly catching you off guard

“Okay! I’ll forgive you if you let me stay in your room for a few nights!” He says with a grin and you sigh deeply but smile as well

“I guess that’s the least I can do”

“Exactly!”

[mingsolo]

dream

hongjoong x reader / fluff, friends to lovers / wc: 392 / warnings: none / r: pg13

You really didn’t know where all the sudden courage came from. Maybe the lack of sleep was making yourself lose perception of reality, either that or you were just tired of pretending.

Whatever the blow, you would survive, but the pain of not telling your best friend that you loved him? That had become unbearable.

You knock Hongjoong’s dorm door twice, then a third time with more force than intended. It’s now slightly open.

You push it, same as you have done hundreds of times when you sneak out from your own dorm to see him playing games or asleep in front of his laptop after a long night he spend reading for some class. Tonight is the latter.

“Hongjoong?,” you ask softly, closing the door behind you.

“Hmm?, Y/n?”

“Hey uhm, are you asleep?”

“Sure, that’s why I’m answering your dumb questions,” Hongjoong wasn't entirely asleep, but somehow there.

“Ooh, well… I just came to tell you something quick. Uhm.. I’m, I-”

“Out with it pumpkin, I really need to sleep” He moves from his desk chair and lays onto his bed, placing the pillow comfortably under his head.

“Well… I’m going to tell you this cause if I don’t do this right now I might never tell you and really it's eating me alive so, yeah, I- uhm, kind of love you?.”

“I love you too?,”

“No but not like that, I love you, love you.”

Hongjoong arched his eyebrows, eyes still closed, cheeks pressed against the pillows. “You mean you want us to be a couple?”

“Yeah! Yes.. exactly.”

“What would be different?,”

“Uh, well… we could kiss, and cuddle, and be super close, and play with your hair, you know, those kinds of stuff.”

Hongjoong finally opens his eyes, heavy lids falling into them. “I would like that, yeah.”

“Yeah? Ok, cool cool.”

“Cool,” He moved to the side, giving you space to join him. “Come then, I know you're just as tired.”

You carefully slide beside him, hugging his waist as he did the same. “Now let’s sleep. Tomorrow morning, if this was just a dream, I will confess to you properly. If you are still here, we’ll have a very proper kiss first thing in the morning.”

You smile, grabbing the back of Hongjoon’s hoodie, unable to collect yourself.

“Now let’s sleep pumpkin, I'm tired as heck.”