#cause he's disgusting AND hot obv

[drinkingbeerfroma]

Okay. So. How about a 90s sorta online dating Harringrove AU that's also omegaverse where Steve is a very picky omega and he's had so many matches to his dating profile bidding for his attention and he knows he's like the creme de la creme, the bees knees, rare and beautiful and smells the best and most intoxicating scent that it makes everybody stupid to a point that it's gotten pretty dangerous. But he doesn't mean to be picky, he's always wanted it easy as much as the next guy, it's just that he has the most sensitive nose, ever since he was a kid, even gotten worse after he presented, and just a whiff of any scent he can't particularly stand he gets the most godawful allergies and sneezes and sometimes even coughs his lungs out if it's really strong and bad. And there aren't really meds for it. He can use scent blockers on himself, but that's it, that's the only extent of protection their health care system has right now for his case.

So he's lonely, he's become a really lonely guy, can't really leave the house without a mask on like he has seasonal allergies all year round, hard for him to make friends and keep them when he can't really see them for too long, even harder for him to find someone he likes. Since he works at home anyway, he resorts to online dating. Because why not? He's desperate. It's the 90s, there are tons of lonely people out there who are completely normal and aren't complete pervs. It's what he tells himself. Now that he's looking at an overwhelming amount of matches, with countless alphas and betas who keep sending his P.O. box all kinds of things that carry their scent for mate matching, Steve has his pick of the litter so to speak, only it's twice as awful, has become a great inconvenience because he has to smell each one, each damn sealed and ziplocked package. It's become literal hell. He can't believe romance in the 20th century has gotten to this. Just when he's gotten sick and tired and literally exhausted from sneezing and coughing, just when he thinks he can't smell a damn thing anymore and has to air out the whole damn apartment from all the nasty foreign smells from strangers, he finds it. Smells it. Right before he almost throws away all the bags in the garbage shoot, he gets a whiff that escapes a not-so-sealed bag.

It's from a shirt.

The most heavenly, mouth-watering scent of an alpha is coming from a pit-stained, worn-thin, hole ridden, a little dank, shirt. Steve doesn't know how to react because it's so careless and unthoughtful and lazy, and the most disgustingly amazing and stupidly addictive scent he's ever smelled in his entire pathetic omega life.

Which belongs to one Billy Hargrove.

The douchiest asshole in the great Chicago area with the prettiest bluest eyes, the embodiment of everything Steve hates in an alpha, all cocky and charming and oozing with unrighteous confidence, his dating profile consisting of a bunch of half naked pictures of him flexing the muscles of his muscles, hobbies are getting his dick wet, his knot popped and looking at himself in the goddamn mirror, sweet words filled with bad intentions.

But Steve can't help but stuff his face of Billy Hargrove's disgustingly damp shirt, can't help but drool and moan on it while he touches himself in his underwear, spreading the wetness between his thighs, he comes hard. For the first time in a long time, he comes easy.

He sends him an e-mail. Fed-exes his underwear to Billy Hargrove's P.O. box the next day. There are tons of lonely people out there who are completely normal, and who aren't complete pervs, of course. But Steve isn't one of them.

[sirenhub]

(omg ok first time doing this but)

ok this is a safe space (saw piss kink n my neurons ACTIVATED) so while having ur throat clogged w his cock u taste piss n ur obv disgusted by it so u (softly) bite in protest trying to let him know what's wrong n instead of letting you up he keeps your head in place n gruffly says in his alcohol fueled voice "can you taste my piss, bitch? hm? can't be still without having something in your mouth, and now you're bitching *again,"* he says w a grunt as he forces himself deeper down ur esophagus making you gag n retch— 🔇

tw. piss drinking & dark! leon kennedy under cut!

NONNIE! THIS IS SOO HOT!!! hello my dearly beloved omfg this…i want you so bad, when i tell you my hand teleported into my pants when i read this for the first time like how did that happen!!1!1 no cause when i say piss kink this is what i’m talking abt i need to consume this man’s acid piss 🔥

YES!! this is a safe place i promise, never be shy to talk to me abt anything cuz chance is i’ll match your freak .. i hope to see you in my ask box again soon.. xx

if you don’t like piss, save yourself and skip this post LMFAO it’ll be easier for the both of us 🔥

but yeah! i can definitely see it :(( your knees are all bruised up and achy while leon’s cock was shoved inside your mouth uncomfortably. you bopped your head, taking him in and out, your warm tongue pressing on his shaft, feeling the veins that adorn his skin against your muscle.

while your throat is occupied, leon is lounging, his hand gripping the back of your head while his nails scratched your scalp. he’s lazily rolling his hips against your face while a familiar pressure in his lower tummy ached.

leon had to piss, of course he did, he was shooting back some whiskey like it was water. one thing about alcohol was, not only does it give you a nice buzz, but it makes you piss more.

as you eagerly sucked his cock, leon could feel the pressure building up more and more. sure, he knew he should pull out and go take a leak, but where’s the fun in that?

so, without warning, he just started to piss, not caring about your feelings on the matter. the warm salty liquid overtook your mouth before you could even realize what the hell was happening — once you did, you gripped his thighs, manicured nails digging into his flesh as your teeth pressed against his shaft. you had tried to pull your head back, but his grip on the back of your head tightened, his grip was firm, keeping his cock shoved down your mouth, forcing the piss to travel down your throat.

you didn’t want to choke, so swallowing was your only choice.

you tried to struggle against him, but all he did was shove you down his cock. his free hand moving to pinch your nose, blocking air flow. “stop bitching,” he grunted, his brow furrowing, trying to bite his cock? are you stupid? “it’s just some piss, you’re not going to die.” leon scoffed, letting go of your nose so you could breathe, but he kept your pretty face pressed flushed against his crotch, your nose pressing against his pubic bone.

by now, tears are slipping past your waterline, the taste of his piss and the feeling of his cock blocking your throat was making it hard to keep yourself from fighting against him. your body curled, gagging and retching against his cock, your drool pooling onto the floor while some of his piss left your lips — you clawed at his thighs, wanting to pull away, you didn’t want to throw up. god, the idea made you shiver and gag.

leon, on the other hand, didn’t care how much you gagged and retched, he let his body relax as the pressure in his lower belly relieved itself.

letting out a low groan, leon leaned his head back against the couch when the stream ended.

once you forcefully swallowed back the last gulps of his piss, you immediately tried to pull away from him — to catch your breath and cough, but leon’s hand remained firm on the back of your head.

“ah-ah,” he huffed, a lazy smirk curling on his lips, “i’m not done yet.” he reminded, thrusting his hips up against your pretty face, why would he let you pull away? his cock was still hard, and he was making that your problem.

[malarign]

crybaby

(when they find you crying)

contains: bf!maknaeline x gn!reader | genre: angsty fluff | tw! crying obv, kissing, low self esteem, appearance insecurities, burn out, stress, lmk if i missed anything! | wc:

reblogs are highly appreciated!

author’s note: sorry it took so long, but i’ll try to post more often now! 😼 also big thank you to @odxrilove for beta reading!

for hyung line version go here!

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

Looking from your computer screen to the window you felt dizzy. All those hours you spent trying to write something that made sense weren’t as productive as you thought they would be. You just stared at your short story helpless, no sensible thoughts came to your mind, causing a few tears to form in your eyes.

Closing your laptop harshly, you hid your face in the palms of your hands and sobbed loudly. Your cries brought attention to Sunoo who’s been busy preparing some warm meal for both of you. He kind of knew something was wrong - you seemed exceptionally stressed and nervous the whole day so he waited patiently for some reaction from you. He ran up to your room, leaving the stove turned off.

He saw you shaking slightly with every sob, sitting quite uncomfortably in front of your now closed computer.

“Sweetheart?” He watched how your head shot up at the nickname. He tried to send you a comforting smile, but at the sight of him you teared up even more. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked, gently stroking your hair.

You brought your form closer to him, trying to find comfort in his hug, but even that didn’t seem to help.

“I feel so bad,” you stuttered out. “I don’t feel it anymore, I don’t know how to write,” you cried bitterly.

“What do you mean? You love writing,” he tried to understand, especially since nothing pointed to your sudden burnout.

“I feel like I’m getting lost in between all those words, and I’m so scared, Sunoo. I know nothing apart from writing, it’s my whole life. But now I’m not able to rig up at least one good sentence or even a phrase.”

He felt how a stain of your tears on his T-shirt became bigger and bigger with your every word. He wished he knew how to help you, but none of you truly imagined a moment like this. Writing and storytelling has been your passion for the longest time, he loved every single one of them and always wondered how you were able to give utter to your stories so beautifully.

“Maybe, try to rest for a while,” he said after thinking for a while. “Don’t you think you’ve been pushing yourself a bit too much lately? Burnout doesn’t mean your passion is completely gone, but that you should prioritize yourself now.”

He felt how you nodded slowly. You pulled away from him to wipe your face. Cupping them he planted a sweet peck on your nose and forehead earning a small smile from you.

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

Looking in the mirror you almost didn’t recognize the person who stood in its reflection. They looked at you but at the same time it wasn’t you. Then why did everything tell you this is how you looked?

Without noticing it tears started cascading your cheeks in hot pathways. Your body was far from perfect and you knew it damn well. How could you do that to yourself? How could you neglect your body like this?

Trying to calm down before your boyfriend Jungwon would come back home from work you fanned your face with your palms in hope it would stop your tears from overflowing, but it was self-defeating. It only made you cry harder, disgusted at the thought of him having to bear with you.

“Y/n?” His voice brought your attention. You turned around to face him with tears-stained cheeks and his face grew completely pale. “Y/nie…” he cooed and stepped closer to you.

When he almost had you in his arms you took a few steps back. He looked at you confused, tilting his head in question.

“Do you love me, Jungwon?” you asked once your sobs calmed down a bit.

He froze at his spot, not knowing what hurt him more - you questioning his feelings or the state you were in.

“Of course I love you. So much, Y/n.” You looked down at his words. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no of course you didn’t.” You were quick to respond.

“Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked and extended his arm to you. You took his hand hesitantly and he pulled you to him, engulfing you in a comforting hug. “You know you can tell me everything.”

“Why?” you asked, facing him and watched how confusion painted his face again. “Why do you even love me? I’m not pretty, I’m not as talented as you are, I’m not an interesting person at all, so why are you interested in me?” Tears started spilling down your cheeks, but Jungwon was quick to wipe them with a gentle smile.

“My lovely, the thing is I disagree with everything you just said. To me you’re the most beautiful, talented and interesting person I know. I love you for everything and you have no idea how I wish you could see yourself from my point of view. Then you would love yourself just like I love you,” he said, playing with your hair in the meantime.

Looking at his eyes apart from his love for you you saw sincerity, both brought smile to your face again, forgetting about those thoughts for a while.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

Riki stared at the screen of his phone, waiting for any response from you. It’s been an hour or two since your exam ended, yet there was no message from you saying how it went. The lack of it already told him everything, but the silence from your end made him sick to his stomach.

He finally reached your apartment and quietly opened the front door. Usually he made sure you knew he came over, being loud and cracking jokes just from the moment he stepped inside. Today was different though. He knew what awaits him and prepared for the high possibility of dealing with your sadness. He peeked inside, looking for you and trying to hear any sound of sobs coming from inside. And he indeed heard some sniffles coming from your room along with your playlist for crying.

He took off his shoes and quietly opened the door, minding that at a certain point they creak pretty loudly. The sight made his heart drop. You were laying on your bed with eyes completely red from crying, trying to stop more tears from flowing down.

“Y/nie,” Riki called your name bringing your attention. You tried to smile but finally seeing him made you feel more emotional and embarrassed at your total failure. He sat at the edge of your bed, covering your body with a blanket. Cupping your cheek, he rubbed it with his thumb wiping the lonely tear along the way. “Let me make you your favorite tea, how does that sound?” he asked and was about to stand up when you firmly grabbed his wrist.

“Can you stay here instead?” you asked in a low voice that threatened to crack at any moment.

“Of course,” he responded almost immediately.

He laid down next to you and let you nestle up to his warm body. You tried to calm down for a long time now, but nothing worked as good as his sweet voice murmuring soft confessions to your ear and the comforting scent of his perfume.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked but you shook your head against his chest. “Do you want to watch something then? We could watch Tangled for example,” he suggested.

You slowly raised your head showing him the biggest puppy eyes and pout you were able to put. He chuckled at your obsession with the animation and reached for your laptop to search for it.

“I love you, baby, and I’m so proud of you,” he said against your forehead in between soft pecks he planted on it.

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[kingkatsuki]

ok but if you’re up for it, can we pls talk abt tokoyami with a corruption kink? i’ve definitely touched on it before, but here’s today’s brainrot.

fumi loves seeing you in pastels and soft tones. in clothes that make you look innocent and sometimes modest. there’s just something about seeing you look so sweet that makes his blood run hot. he wants to play with that, taint it, watch it fall away.

depending on the context, i could see him enjoying it when you play dumb or like you’re so clueless and naive. there’s an appeal to both corrupting someone that’s innocent into doing gross things for him, and slowly getting someone with perceived innocence to open up and reveal how perverse and corrupted they already are. it’s then his priority to push that as much as possible (with consent obv).

you mention something that you might like or whatever and he coaxes you to talking about it in detail while planning in his head how he’s going to make it happen. you can blame dark shadow on that imo…. dark shadow drops little thoughts in his head all the time of “what if…” whenever you’re around. sometimes fumi’s face gets hot and flushed out of nowhere because of it, and he’s so thankful you can’t tell as long as he keeps his cool.

sigh. tokoyami is lovely.

I think it’s about the thrill of the chase for him, because Tokoyami has always been a patient man. And he’d wait more than a lifetime for you.

You’re such a pretty thing, far nicer than him. Far too good for him. So of course it’s not his fault when he gets a little carried away— telling you how pretty you’d look sprawled out beneath him while his fingers tease your clit. Whether you’d be able to take two of his fingers or if he’d have to stretch you out first, if you’d be good and take them for him.

It’s a sick and twisted game for him, corrupting something far prettier than him. Something that has him fucking into his fist at night as he pictures breaching your tight heat for the first time—

So he’s full of lingering touches and choice words, the kind that ruminate in your pretty little head whenever you try to fall asleep at night beneath your thick pink comforter and surrounded by your plush toys. Words that cause a heat to ferment between your thighs, soaking your panties and tainting your mind before Tokoyami has even had a chance to touch you.

And he knows it— lifting your hand to press a soft, sensual kiss to your palm as he smells the remnants of your slick against those pretty painted fingers. Because no amount of those sickly sweet body wash and lotions could ever wash away the saccharine scent of sheer depravity. Groaning deep in his chest as he pictures them pressed against your puffy clit as you think about all the sick, nasty things he wants to do to you— and he will do them.

It’s cute that you still try to act so innocent around him, even though he knows you’re anything but now. Tarred with the sick depravity that runs deep inside him, that’s threatening to bubble over and expose you for the dirty little girl you really are. The nasty slut that’s alrady caged inside you and is waiting to be set free— and just like a bird, he’ll let you soar.

“Aren’t you going to tell me how your night was, sweetheart?” He smiles so kindly, but he already knows the answer from how your cheeks flush and your thighs instinctively clench together, “You went to bed so early—“

He wants to hear you say it, wants those disgusting words to sound on the tip of your tongue. The depravity almost sounding sweet when you say it, filled with innocence and sincerity. How wet you were, how ruined m your cute panties were and how many times— Tokoyami wants to hear how many times you came touching yourself to the thought of him, because he’ll make you cum twice as many when you finally deserve his cock.

[jenyifer]

The trainee ep 7 initial reaction

Okay so didn’t do an ep 6 cause idk I watched it but I was so worried about the GL plot I didn’t want to talk about it. However this week I have enough to NEVER watch that part of the ep again as girl who loves girls computer programmer. So I’m only gonna talk about it once.

LETS DO THE FUN PART OF THE PHOTO REVIEW NOW

Awww the butterfly walk lol nothing can go wrong today!!! Ryan fully in his fantasy after last ep and who can blame him. Go on Cinderella take your twirl on the cat walk.

Actually I think Jane has some insight about his reincarnated lover from previous lives hehe Ryan has some split personality thing going on again when hungry. I mean I buy it. We all know no one else can play multiple boys in the same body as Gun. Also I’ll note here for later Jane realizes something is wrong with Ryan right away. 🥹 he wants Ryan to be his good assistant and friend. Just good developments there.

Okay so I get what Jane is saying here. The bottle exploding is hella dangerous. Also Jane knows Ryan has been spaced out lately and is frustrated cause he doesn’t know why. I’d assume that’s why he’s so emotional about this mistake. It’s possible Jane sees himself in Ryan trying not to rely on anyone else? But Jane knows Ryan could have called Pie at the very least. Mistakes happen but this one was a big one.

I also think this is a good point too if Ryan isn’t needed don’t come and mope or make more mistakes. Something has obvs been wrong with him. Now Jane doesn’t phrase this right but he does apologize so good good

Precious Gunnie Tear. I really like this some cause it’s like Ryan is trying to resist at all costs but it boils over and he can’t keep his most inner thoughts in. He heard Jane’s words as a rejection from the team from his usefulness Ryan desperately wants to find his place

One sentence too far but 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 good relationship movement. I don’t know how Jane can interpret this in any other way after their week.

🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

Okay it’s hating time so move on people who want me to kiss ass instead of sharing my actual opinion. I’m only going to do this once hopefully.

🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

I’ve made the mistake of dating a 20 year old when I was 26. You’d think that wouldn’t be too crazy of an age gap. However I was just at a totally different place in my life than her. My thing is 30 years old you think it’s okay to hit on and kiss back a 21 year old you know is in a relationship? You know their brain is still developing? Also do you really think that’s going to be fulfilling. No. She’s a piece of shit. Especially since she is her mentor has been taking the girl out of the office on the company’s dime. Of course she thinks Judy is super woman. Just irresponsible. Judy definitely understands what’s going on with Bah-me and her boyfriend and still decides to do this?! Really…. Okay.

Onto Bah-mee complaining her boyfriend doesn’t talk to her. Nowwwww I’m a computer programmer I have worked with guys who take their work home with them to finish it up at 3am or slept in the office SIMPLY BECAUSE THEY LIKE THEIR JOB. Couldn’t be me but it happens. Idk why Tae is doing all the work in the production room as an intern. I’d be worried he would fuck up put under pressure and that HR might murder me for over working the intern. Set that aside. Guys like Tae work fucking hard. But you know what? Most of them adore their loved ones. Work hard and rent a hot air balloon guys. Work hard take their girl on a 2 week long trip. So does tae not talk? Or is because she has long ago given up. He’s been working she’s seen him working FOR HER TO PLAY HARD. Idk it’s just ugh disgusting. I just think of my coworkers who could never think of cheating yeah they might purposely miss out on their kids stuff but their wives? Oh man I know all their names and where they like to go to dinner etc. EVEN THOUGH sometimes they work like idiots.

I think it’s the best they break up Bah-Meee and Judy can go be evil lesbians and Tae can be a computer guy making lots of money to spoil his future girl with it.

[moronic-validity]

The Throne

The spanking fic.

Huge thank you to @yaoibrainworms and @stickyarbiterwombat for reading through this snippet at a time and doing the final lookover!!!

This is 18+, lot of nudity, obvs spanking.

To say the meeting was going poorly would be a gross understatement in Simon’s eyes. Winter had been so sure that the other royals would be pushovers, though the only one that bothered to attend was anything but. 

Flame Princess, normally hot headed, remained calm while she quickly pointed out every flaw in Winter King’s proposal for diplomats to be placed in kingdoms across Ooo. He didn’t have a plan for diplomats to be safely accepted and housed in his Winter Wonder World, or The Winter Kingdom as the rest of the land knew it, nor did he have a plan for how his own diplomats were to live in the kingdoms with less favorable environments. 

“I do like your plan Winter, believe me I do, but all you have is some half baked nonsense about how diplomats could be a good thing for kingdom relations,” Flame Princess looked back to the papers in front of her then back into the scowling face of her fellow elemental, “if you make the changes we previously discussed, we could move forward, but this is the third time you’ve come to me with the same plan.”

Simon looked up from his own papers.

“The third time,” Simon muttered to himself and shook his head. He knew this wasn’t the first attempt for diplomatic outreach, but he had no idea it was the third attempt with the exact same plan.

“Yeah.” was Winter’s short reply, punctuated with a sigh as he pushed a pencil around with his finger. He was already tired of this; if the other princesses had bothered to come, they would have gone through with it. He was certain of it, despite the fact they hadn’t the past two times.

Flame Princess took pause and waited to see if Winter would elaborate on his simple response, but as nothing came, she pulled her sheet of amendments from a folder she brought with her. 

“Winter, I’d like for you to look over these,” she started, pushing the singed paper across the table, “I don’t expect us to come to an agreement today, but the sooner we do, the soone-”

“No,” Winter said firmly, not even looking up at her, focusing intently on the pencil that had become his new fixation, “We sign the proposal as is, or not at-” his volume rose with each word before being cut off with a clap.

“I think the meeting is over for today,” Simon said, standing up from his station, “Flame Princess, it was truly a joy to have you, but I believe my King needs time to look the amendment over,” he moved to the door of the throne room, opening it for the princess, “Why don’t we resume discussion in the morning?” Simon phrased it as a question but it left little room for any answer aside from a yes.

Flame Princess looked to Winter, who was glaring daggers at his apparent advisor, his face flushed with anger. She stood from the table and offered a gloved hand to Winter who looked at it with disgust. She felt her flames begin to grow hotter, then she took a breath and shook her head. 

“Tomorrow, 8 o’clock sharp,” she directed towards Winter, before walking to the door. She gave a small nod to Simon before taking her leave. 

Simon closed the door a bit more forcefully than he intended, causing Winter to jump. 

He shook his head in disappointment, but before he could even open his mouth, Winter turned on him. 

“How could you do that to me?!” His voice rose into a shriek. Winter began pacing the room, stomping as he went, “She doesn’t see my vision, she’s just a child!” He punctuated that yell with a swift kick to the wall before pacing off again. 

Simon didn’t bother to hide his disdain for the behavior. He allowed Winter to pace and scream and kick the walls, but this would be the last time. 

He walked from the doorway to the throne and allowed himself to sit comfortably. 

Winter spun on his heel and stared at Simon with a gaping mouth before stomping to the foot of the throne, cursing and screaming incoherently.

Simon crossed his arms and waited patiently, he had seen enough temper tantrums in his life to know they won’t last forever. 

Finally Winter stopped to take a breath, tears forming in his eyes. 

“Are you done?” Simon asked, he didn’t bother waiting for an answer before continuing, "You are a full grown, well educated man and yet you're throwing a fit like a petulant toddler," Simon said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them before placing them back on his face. He let the silence build as Winter shifted from foot to foot, "Get over my knee, now."

Winter dropped his gaze and stared at the ground, suddenly self conscious of his own actions. 

“I didn’t mean for you to witness my outburst,” Winter started, his voice faltering, “I’m sorry.” He looked back at the man on the throne.

“Winter, my dear king, I understand that you’re sorry now, but I do not want a repeat of this ever again,” Simon sat back, “Get over my knee, or you’ll make this punishment even worse.”

He paused and considered his choices. He could easily overpower Simon, that wasn’t a question, but for some reason, he didn’t want to. He could walk out of the throne room and simply go to their shared room and go to bed, but he didn’t like sleeping in the bed alone anymore.

Winter didn’t know why he was mulling it over, his choice was made when he asked Simon to stay and be his advisor.

He braced himself for the indignity he was about to subject himself to and walked to his advisor, laying himself over his knee. 

“Have you ever been spanked before Winter?” Simon asked, rubbing the king’s bottom gently for the time being.

“I…I’m sure I was as a child,” Winter mused, unable to remember the last time he was so much as swatted at. 

“Well, let me refresh your memory. I will give you ten swats and you will keep count,” like before, Simon rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, “If you lose count, we’ll start over. This isn’t for your pleasure or my own; this is a reminder to you for the next time you lose your temper.”

Simon went to pull Winter’s pants down, but the other yelped in preemptive pain and surprise. 

“What are you doing?” Winter questioned, “I thought you said this wasn’t… like that.”

Simon chuckled to himself.

“My dear king, this is a bare bottom spanking,” he went back to simply kneading the flesh, “the humiliation is the strongest reminder.”

Winter sat there in momentary shock before coming to terms with what was to come. 

He stood up, and much to his shock, Simon let him. 

They stared at each other, neither quite sure of what the other was about to do. 

Winter looked away first, looking to the ground as he undid his trousers, pulled down his underwear, and stepped out of them. 

He was never self-conscious, and lord knows his counterpart had seen him nude plenty of times, but this was different. His face was burning as he laid himself back across Simon’s knees. 

It was Simon’s turn to be shocked. He had expected plenty of antics from Winter, but he didn’t expect this.

He rested his hand back on the king’s bottom and Winter couldn’t stop himself from flinching. 

“I’m not going to start until you say you’re ready,” Simon reassured, kneading his flesh tenderly. “Once we start though, we finish. Do you understand?”

“I understand…” Winter trailed off, “I’m..I’m ready.”

The first landed with a crack that echoed through the chamber, followed by a loud gasp. 

“One!” Winter yelped, tears sprang from his eyes from the sting alone. 

He didn’t have time to recover before the second fell in the exact same place as the first.

“Two,” It came out as more of a gasp this time as the stinging grew worse.

The next three hits followed the same pattern, the loud crack, the counting, the stinging, but now there was a throbbing ache growing where the hits had landed.

Simon aimed a bit lower this time, the hit landing somewhere between the top of Winter’s thigh and the bottom of his ass. 

Winter couldn’t stop himself from crying now. The stinging was the same, but it was at a much more sensitive spot. 

Simon hummed for a moment, waiting to see if Winter would remember what he was supposed to do.

Instead, he was met with sniffles.

“I know you’re not enjoying this Winter, but this is a punishment,” Simon mused, “and now we have to start over.” 

“Wait,” Winter turned his head to face Simon, “we were almost done though!”

“You’re right my king,” Simon sounded almost pleased to inform, “halfway there; but you didn’t follow the rules, did you?” 

Winter froze. He forgot to count. Damn him.

“That’s what I thought.” Simon punctuated his comment with a swift smack, this one landing in the same sensitive spot. 

Winter sharply inhaled and jumped forward. 

“One.”

Simon noted the reaction and aimed for the same spot another four times, trying to see if Winter would lose count and let them restart the punishment again.

He didn’t though.

It shouldn’t have been disappointing, but despite this not being for pleasure, Simon was having an enjoyable time. He let the next swat land a bit harder.

“Six,” Winter gasped, unsure of if it was the way his cock was rubbing against the rough fabric of Simon’s slacks, but he was starting to enjoy this more than he thought he should.

Simon smiled, moving his strikes to the other side, wanting the pale blue to deepen to the same deep purple.They wouldn’t match, but they would leave a reminder for the king that would likely last until after the meeting the following morning. 

Each strike created more of the delicious friction Winter found himself craving. He could live with the pain and ache if he could just get more of the friction. 

“Ten,” Winter all but moaned, his cock twitched in eager anticipation for the next strike.

“Get up,” Simon gave the simple instruction, shaking Winter from his own lust.

“What?”

“Get up,” Simon tried to hide his amusement, “we’re done.”

Winter pushed himself off Simon’s lap, finding the ache worsened when he moved. 

He stood in front of Simon, attempting to ignore his hard on and the wet patch on Simon’s pants that he had created.

Simon’s gaze drifted lower, from Winter’s blushing face to his apparent cause for shame. 

“Didn’t I say this wasn’t for enjoyment?” Simon asked with a small chuckle. 

He had known this would happen; it had happened to him once, back when he was still in grad school.

He wasn’t one to take critique particularly well and after the first time he attempted to defend his thesis, he stormed out. It was partially out of frustration, partially out of anger. 

An old friend of his followed him out into the hall and forced him to go back and apologize, then came home with him and carried out the same punishment he just inflicted on Winter. 

He could only hope it would be just as effective.

“Put your clothes back on, we have work to do,” Simon said flippantly, rising from the throne and moving towards Winter.

“But,” Winter started, watching Simon leave his position.

“But nothing, Flame Princess will be here early tomorrow morning and we need to be prepared this time,” Simon picked up Winter’s slacks and handed them to the taller man, “and I’m sure the ice will help you feel better.” He gave a small, joking swat to Winter’s aching ass as he walked past and took his seat at the table.

Winter sharply inhaled at the contact, everything ached and he considered not redressing, as even the fabric of his underwear made his skin feel raw. 

He redressed, fastening the buckle of his belt, and gingerly walked to the table.

Simon was right, yet again, they did have work to do. 

And the ice would probably help.

[lifeonkylesfarm]

schools literally will make kids belonging to marginalized groups face their oppression head on in just the worst scenarios. when i was in middle school (this was a while ago tho obvs) we had to do debates during what was our equilvalent of study hall (for some reason) and some of the topics were just... a little too controversial, to sugarcoat it heavily. they really dont do shit about students who will literally call marginalized kids slurs and directly express their hatred for marginalized groups. like i was walking once in the hall at school (this was in high school though) and heard these girls saying something to the effect of "there was this guy and like he was really hot but like he's trans?? and he was hot like-" like yeah trans people can be hot we're just normal fucking people and its disheartening as a trans person even just to hear that like sometimes just small stuff like that feels so dehumanizing. additionally, as an autistic and disabled person, it is deeply, deeply humilating and disgusting to see schools literally endorsing like autism speaks, the puzzle piece symbol, etc. as a disabled kid, you also have to fight absolutely tooth and nail to get them to do shit sometimes, even though, in some instances, it is the literal law. sorry just being pissy today cause i've had a rough ass day

[honeybbyfics]

can you do an angst-smut idk lol. Like one where you tsukishima out and he says yes, then one day you overhear him telling yamaguchi that he only said yes to you bc you were pretty had a nice body and you weren’t hot and he just wanted to get in your pants, then you confront tsukishima about it which turns into hate seggs with him saying something like I finally got what I want and him just degrading her😏

Okay so I kind of spent a LONG time on this so it’s really long but the prompt was too good I had to go off okay anyways here it is pls enjoy. 

CW: DEGRADING BIG TIME, cumplay, angst, NSFW obv. 

                What I Wanted Tsukkishima Kei x F! Reader

You were headed toward your new boyfriend, Tsukkishima Kei when you decided to standby, listening to what he had to say to his best friend. 

“I’m just saying Tadashi- she’s really not that good looking. She just has one hell of a body.”

“That’s fine Tsukki, but you shouldn’t have said yes if you didn’t actually like her and that’s just so mean of you to-”

“Shut up.” 

“Sorry, Tsukki”

This scene replayed in your head for a week, the fact that the guy you’ve liked for months is seriously only dating you for your body. You finally decided that if it was eating away at you so intensely, you should speak up. You open your phone to send him a message. “hey baby, there’s something i really want to talk to you about, could you come over please?” 

“That’s fine. I’ll head over in a little bit.”

This was the perfect time to let him know how you really felt, how hurt you were, and how much of a total dick he was. Your parents weren’t home, so it would be just the two of you, alone. Your mind wandered for a bit on what possibilities the night could hold. You quickly snapped yourself out of it. The whole reason he was coming over was so you could talk about how that’s NOT okay. You quickly put on a nice outfit, some makeup and anxiously waited for his arrival. 

Your doorbell rang, as you opened the door, he peered down at you from the doorway. “He’s so tall…” You thought to yourself. 

“Oh, hey Tsukki. Let’s just go to my room”

Your heart was beating through your chest. Maybe your best bet was to just forget it and hang out with your boyfriend. “No, I have to do this.” you thought to yourself. He followed you down the hall to your room.

The two of you sat on your bed.

“I’m just going to get straight to the point” you sputter out, followed by a deep breath and heavy sigh. “I heard you talking with Yamaguchi the other day. I know you only want me for my body! I can’t believe you could be so disgusting! And to think that I seriously liked you. And thought you liked me back! All for this to go to shit, and you to be a total asshole like every other guy I’ve met! You’re so-” Your rant was quickly interrupted with a firm face grab. “Did you expect anything else from me, sugar? Did you seriously think that anybody would like you for anything else besides your body?”

You wanted to protest, or blow up in his face, or do anything but your current reaction. You sat squirming in your spot, and the further he moved his fingers toward your mouth, the more you felt the pool in between your thighs soaking through your thin underwear. You quickly snapped out of it and pushed him away. 

“Seriously shut the hell up. I’m not letting you drop my self worth to nothing more than a pair of tits and ass.” “You’re not?” he snarkily replied. 

“Oh my fucking god. I’m done with you. Get the fuck out.” You stand up, but are immediately yanked back down by the tall blonde. 

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet, y/n. Aren’t you just the slightest bit curious about what it would be like?” You slowly sit back down and he begins to trail his fingers up and down your arms, sending chills down your spine. “All I’m saying is if you want to, I want t-” You cut him off immediately by kissing him furiously. You run your fingers through his hair, and give it a small tug when he starts running his hands down your body. 

The two of you lay down, and he lays down, pulling you on top of him. At this point you’re making out aggressively and messily, saliva and sweat covering you both. He runs his hands over to your ass and begins massaging you toward your inner thighs. You’re dripping wet, and start slowly rocking your hips directly on his member. “A-ah-” Tsukki grunts, quickly erect at your pressure. He dips his hands from your thighs to right in between and starts slowly massaging around your pussy. You shudder at the contact, and he looks at you with a menacing grin. “Is this all you wanted you slut? You just wanted to be my little cocksleeve right?” You squirm at his degrading words, wishing they didn’t have the effect on you that they did. You breathe heavily down his neck and whisper into his ear, “I just wanted a normal relationship, but clearly you’re not capable of such complex concepts, asshole”. As your words intoxicate him, you pull down his shorts and underwear revealing his long, thick cock. He shivers, quickly lifting his hands up to cup your breasts. He massages them harshly and latches onto your neck, knowing he’ll leave bruises to last for days. His tongue against your neck has you under a spell, and you strip yourself naked. “God, look at that body of yours.” “Because that’s all you care about right? You wouldn’t give a damn if-” Tsukki immediately shuts you up by pulling you onto his length. “You’re damn right that’s all I care about.” Even though you were soaking wet, nothing could’ve properly prepared you for the stretch of his thick cock. Even though it hurt, it was almost in a good way. Your pussy pulsed against his rock-hard dick, pleasantly for both of you. Your time to adjust was quickly interrupted by Kei lifting you up lightly and contrastingly rhythmically ramming into you harshly. You hold onto his shoulders, while your pussy contracts against him. You couldn’t even manage to choke out any words, all you could do is whimper and moan. “God, you’re just such a fucking slut.” Tsukki mumbles into your ear. When you finally adjust to his pace, he drops you on him, completely bottoming out. “Fuck Tsukki!” you cry out. You cling onto his shoulders, roughing up his back. Tears start to well up at your eyes from the stretch, and you continue moaning into his body. He flips himself on top of you and reaches his hand toward your puffy clit. You gasp at the touch of his cold fingers and try to wipe away your tears. He quickly pins your hand down. “Don’t even think about it, those are my tears.” You nod quickly. Your slick coats his dick, and as his precum mixes with your messy fluids. A knot in your stomach builds, getting stronger by the second. “Tsukki- f- fuck- I’m gonna-” He pulls you in closer and starts moaning heavily into your ear. He lets out a long, drawn-out, “Fuuuuuuck (y/n)”. The knot in your stomach grows heavier until it suddenly snaps, causing you to squirt all over him. Chills rake throughout your entire body. The pulsing of your pussy, followed by him drenched in your fluid breaks Kei, and he quickly pulls out, releasing all over your bare chest. You two take a moment to catch your breath, and he starts slowly spreading his cum around your breasts, groping them. The two of you lay there, and you watch as his cock twitches from the heavy stimulus. “Well, (y/n), you really are a nasty fucking slut.” He grumbles. “And you aren’t?” You snap back. “You’re the one who-” He cuts you off, playing his finger toward your mouth. “I really couldn’t care less, I got what I want”. 

tags :)

[saintobio]

i literally have nothing a lot to say about this chapter. gojo was both sweet and annoying at the same time. he cared about yn to some extent, i think this chapter made that pretty obvious. but all of that, along with his reasoning just completely vanish whenever sera is in the same room. now sera, i understand how it must be like—gojo promised to stay with her for the night but stayed with the wife. but does she get how ridiculous that sounds, though? 😭 it's supposed to be a normal thing for husband and wife, she wasn't in the place to "eye yn with disgust" and tell her she "trusted" her. yn owes her no explanation and the moment she decided to keep going with the affair, she should have expected this. yeah it hurts, but it's the price she has to pay for being the mistress WILLINGLY. now we get to yn. i think there have been multiple implications that she is in fact sick, but whether that sickness is something that's about to kill her is something we don't know yet. what i do think is that it's one of the reasons why she can't have a baby 🤷🏻‍♀️ i have such immense love for the zenins (fine, even naoya cause i liked the way he got gojo up on his toes) toji is so sweet, mai and maki are so kind, they almost treat her like a family better than gojo.. well, that's what i think of this chapter so far. can i just add though that suguru barely even has a description of how he looks but hes so hot this chapter like i love him 😭

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aaaaaa i’m glad u highlighted some of the most important points in this story such as 1) gojo having the ability to actually be caring to y/n but disappears the minute sera is in the same room 2) sera was obvs pretty hurt that gojo stood her up but it was def not ok how she treated y/n like she was a homewrecker lmao

naoya is one of my fav characters in this chapter sjdnsj and yes mai and maki are very supportive

[inkjam-moon]

Dust to Dust - (M)

Summary: When a global law turns your world upside down, will you be able to forgive, forget, and handle the consequences?

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader (Feat. Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: ANGST, smut, fluff

Word Count: 29.1k  I regret nothing

TW: drinking, swearing, smut (obvs), gaslighting, semi-abusive relationship (I made Yoongi an asshole and I apologize but he fit the story), major character death, talk of death, medical stuff (briefly), suicide mention

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“Will you guys wait up?!” You whine, getting smacked in the face by yet another branch. 

“Sorry Y/N-ah, if you want to hang with the older boys, you have to keep up!” Jin calls back to you. 

“Older boys…” You scoff to yourself before yelling back. “You’re only one year older than me!”

“It’ll be two years in a week and a half! Which means I have two years of knowledge that you don’t have yet!” He teases, stopping while he waits for you.

“You’re such an asshole.” You state as you catch up to him.

Jin only laughs. “Come on, we used to come back here all the time when we were kids and you had no problem keeping up.”

“Everything looks different now…” You remind him. It’s true, the home away from home that the woods were when you were little is nowhere to be seen in this rough mixture of trees and leaves.

“Come on guys!” Namjoon calls from up ahead. “I found it!”

You and Jin continue to walk forward, following Namjoon’s voice until you come out into the clearing. 

“Oh wow.” Jin smiles when he sees the pond. “The one place that hasn’t changed.” He runs over to join Namjoon as you take in your surroundings. He’s right. The pond looks just like it used to; every tree, every branch, every leaf; everything’s the same. It’s not a pond exactly, but it’s not big enough to be called a lake either. It’s your own little piece of heaven that you haven’t seen since you started high school.

“Y/N-ah!” Namjoon’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you look over to see Jin already has his shirt off and is on the beach, dipping his toes into the water. Namjoon waves you over with a wide smile.

You drop your towel and kick off your shoes, quickly stripping out of your shorts and t-shirt, revealing your brand new bikini as you run over to where Namjoon is struggling to take off his own shirt. You push his chest, knocking him to the ground as you run past him and quickly hop on Jin’s back, effectively tackling him into the water.

The chill of the water is refreshing on such a hot summer day and you can’t help but giggle at the sound of Jin cursing as you resurface.

“Yah! I can’t turn my back on you for two seconds!” He scolds with a chuckle, splashing water into your face as he turns toward you, stopping in his tracks when he sees you.

You drop your hands when you realize he isn’t going to splash you again and look up to see him staring at you. You tilt your head in confusion. “What?”

“N-nothing.” Jin shakes his head. “It’s just been a few years since I saw you in a bathing suit, that’s all.”

“Ew! You perv!” You squeak, covering your chest with one hand and splashing Jin with the other. “Joon!”

“What?” Namjoon asks, as he walks up to the edge of the water and slowly begins to wade over to where you’re standing. 

“Your brother is being disgusting.” You whine, running over to hide behind Namjoon.

“Ah Jin hyung, what did you do now?”

“Nothing! I’m just standing here.”

“Standing there being a pervert!” You insist.

Jin rolls his eyes. “I’m just admiring your new bikini.”

Namjoon turns around to look at you. “It is pretty cute.” He agrees, clearly confused as to why you’ve deemed his brother so perverted.

“Mhm, whatever. My eyes are up here Kim Seokjin.”

Jin recoils at your use of his full name, knowing you only use it when he’s getting on your nerves before splashing both you and Namjoon, but seeing as Namjoon is in front of you, he catches the brunt of the wave.

Namjoon slowly turns back around to face Jin, a malicious glint in his eyes. “You’re dead.” Before you can blink, Namjoon has tackled Jin and the two of them wrestle in the water for a minute before one of them grabs your leg and pulls you under.

You resurface, coughing up a bit of water as you try to seem angry, but you can’t help but laugh. “Yah! Who did it?!” You chuckle, searching for the culprit. Both boys freeze and point at each other. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” You stare at them both, looking for a sign of weakness when the tiniest smirk plays at Namjoon’s lips. “Gotcha.” You jump onto Namjoon’s back and he falls into the water, taking you with him, but it’s worth it. 

The three of you continue to play in the water for a while; splashing each other, wrestling, swimming, floating; until you decide to grab some food. You head out of the water and over to your things, laying out your towel and taking a seat before digging into the lunch box you brought and pulling out a sandwich and one of the soju bottles Jin took from the party currently going on at his parent’s house.

Namjoon is the first to join you, grabbing his towel and rubbing it through his hair before flinging it over your shoulders as he takes a seat next to you.

“Thanks.” You mumble, pulling the towel a little tighter a breeze blows through. “Where’s your brother?”

“He said he’s going to swim a few laps first. He wasn’t that hungry.”

“Jin? Not hungry? Are you sure you were talking to the right person?”

Namjoon chuckles as he takes the sandwich you hand him. “I’m sure.”

It’s silent as the two of you eat, watching Jin’s arms come out of the water as he swims until Namjoon speaks.

“I um… I do like your bathing suit.” Namjoon mutters. “The cherry blossoms are cute.”

“Thank you.” You nod at him, taking a sip of your soju; a tangible tenseness suddenly floating through the air. “So… when are they coming to get you?”

Namjoon sighs. “Y/N-ah… I thought we agreed.”

“I know, I just… I want to be prepared.”

“At this point, I might not even have to.” He reminds you. “I’m almost eighteen.”

“But when did they say?”

Namjoon takes a long swig of his soju before responding. “It could be as soon as tomorrow.”

It’s silent for a few moments, you feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes as you take a long drink to push them back. “I wish you didn’t have to go… I’ll miss you too much…” You mumble, looking out at the water, trying to calm yourself so Namjoon can’t hear the sound of your stuttered breathing.

“Y/N-ah…” Namjoon grabs your hand where it rests on your thigh and holds it between his. His palms are warm as they encase your hand, gently rubbing your thumb with one of his own. You look over and meet his gaze to see that your eyes aren’t the only ones that are watery. 

You hate to admit it, but when you first found out Namjoon would be taken away, you cried for three days; because when that happened, you had to come to terms with the fact that you might have fallen for him. You’ve been around both of the boys for all of your life, but something has always drawn you to Namjoon; whether it was your shared interest in music, your deep conversations late at night after Jin had already fallen asleep, or the way he just seemed to get you in every sense of the word; you couldn’t deny your attraction to him any longer.

Looking into his eyes now only seems to solidify that feeling inside of you; the feeling that your heart might burst if he left. You try to look away, but Namjoon catches your chin with his thumb and forefinger, his other hand still holding tightly to yours. There’s a pause where neither of you dare move, the only sound being that of the water lapping at the shore, and then Namjoon leans in and places the softest kiss against your lips. You lean into it for only a moment before pulling away, afraid that Jin might see as you look back down at your lap.

Namjoon understands, simply pulling you closer. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, placing a kiss against the side of your head before resting his forehead where he placed the kiss. “I’m so sorry Y/N-ah.”

“Joon don’t…”

“If I had known sooner. I never would’ve waited this long. I would’ve told you-”

“Stop.” You interrupt him.

“Y/N?”

You ignore him, getting to your feet and rushing back towards the water to dive under the waves. He can’t say it now. Not now. Not when he’s about to leave you forever through no fault of his own. You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to hold on to one last shred of hope when he could be taken away from you tomorrow. If only you knew then what he was actually apologizing for.

You swim out to the lake and catch up with Jin, out of breath when you finally pop up next to him.

“Y/N-ah?” He looks at you, confused as to where you came from. 

“Come on. I’ll race you back to shore?” You offer, causing him to smirk.

“You’re on.”

Despite offering to race, you don’t put up much of a fight, too much on your mind now, and Jin easily beats you back to the shore.

“Come on Y/N, you can barely call that a race!” Jin whines as he flops down next to Namjoon on the towel, his chest heaving from the effort. You can’t even speak, too winded from even trying to swim as fast as Jin, so you just wave him off, not making eye contact with Namjoon, but you can feel him watching you.

“Did you finish all of this by yourself?” You hear Jin ask, looking down to see that in the time you were gone, Namjoon drank two entire bottles of soju.

“Yup.” Namjoon nods, standing up. “I’m gonna go for a walk.” He stumbles to his feet, the alcohol clearly already having an effect on him as he meanders down the shoreline, strolling next to the water. 

You sit down next to Jin and dry off to the best of your ability before slipping your t-shirt on as he begins munching on his sandwich, completely oblivious as to what just happened, as per usual. You watch Namjoon as he wanders farther away, casually chatting  mindlessly with Jin. Hardly even paying attention to what he’s saying as your eyes stay focused on Namjoon. 

He walks almost the entire length around the lake, stopping when he reaches “tree bridge”. It was never a clever name, but it refers to the very old tree that somehow grew out sideways, most of it leaning out over the pond. It’s not even a bridge because it doesn’t reach the other side, only hitting the halfway point of the pond. The three of you used to use it as a diving board of sorts as it sits over the deepest part of the pond. 

You watch as Namjoon reaches out and jiggles it, checking the stability of the old wooden limbs, before beginning to climb. The tree bends beneath his weight, but Namjoon doesn’t take notice, he just keeps climbing.

“Namjoon, get down from there!” You call out. 

“Life’s too short to be afraid!”    Namjoon quotes his favorite line as he waves you off and continues, getting closer to the weaker branches.

Jin looks up to see what you’re talking about and takes in the sight of Namjoon on the old tree. “Yah, Namjoon! That thing’s too old!” Namjoon looks up at the two of you and purposefully bounces up and down, causing the tree to shake and creak.

“Namjoon cut it out!” You beg. “It’s not safe.” He’s almost at the halfway point when he decides to stand up, shaking the tree even more. “Namjoon!” Before his name even completely comes out of your mouth, Namjoon takes a step, and what a wrong step he takes.

It feels like slow motion as soon as you hear the crack of the wood. The old tree snaps in half and you watch as Namjoon plunges into the water, smacking his head on the sharp, broken log along the way.

“Joon!” You scream, jumping to your feet, but Jin is faster. Already halfway in the water, diving after his brother. You quickly follow, swimming as fast as you can until you’re under the tree, diving below the surface to search for Namjoon. When you can’t hold your breath any longer you resurface to find Jin doing the same.

“Y/N-ah!” He gasps. “Go get my parents. Tell them to get help!”

You nod as Jin disappears back below the surface, quickly swimming back toward the shore, grabbing your shoes and slipping them on as you run back through the woods, drenched from head to toe, your sneakers squelching as you start yelling.

“Mr. and Mrs. Kim!” You run as fast as you can over fallen trees and through the brush, getting scraped up by stray branches along the way. You scream their names again when you see the back fence come into view. With no time to lose, you brace yourself and jump over the low gate, your eyes immediately searching for Jin’s parents as you land on your feet. “Mr. and Mrs. Kim!!”

“Y/N?” You hear Mr. Kim’s voice. “What’s going on?”

“You have to… come quick…” You state, out of breath as you grab his arm and begin to drag him. “Namjoon… In the pond… He fell!”

He looks back at Mrs. Kim. “Call an ambulance and bring them to the pond when they get here.” He then nods at you and you lead him back out the gate. You run just as fast as before, and Mr. Kim does a good job of keeping up with you as you lead him to the pond.

As you break through the trees onto the shore, you see Jin’s head pop up, struggling to keep both Namjoon and himself above the water. Mr Kim wastes no time, diving into the pond and swimming over to Jin, helping him to hold Namjoon’s weight as they swim to the shore. Jin collapses on the beach, exhausted as Mr. Kim drags Namjoon’s still body out of the water. You want to help Namjoon but you aren’t sure what to do so you rush to Jin’s side as you hear sirens in the distance.

“Jin!” You kneel down beside him as he coughs up water, breathing heavily. “Jin…” You lean down and wrap your arms around him tightly as you feel tears finally slip past your defenses.

“Is he okay?” Jin asks, pulling you close as he sits up, looking over at his father. 

Mr. Kim has Namjoon’s head tilted up as he performs compressions on his son’s chest and after a minute, Namjoon’s body convulses and Mr. Kim rolls him onto his side as Namjoon coughs up what seems like gallons of water.

“Joon…” You whimper as you and Jin crawl to his side, relieved at this simple sign of life as you watch his chest rise and fall until his eyes roll back in his head and he slips back into unconsciousness. “Joon?” Panic courses through you. “Namjoon!?” You smack him, trying to get him to wake back up.

“Y/N don’t.” Jin scolds just as the paramedics break through the woods. 

Everything seems like a blur after that. They lift Namjoon onto a backboard and strap him to it before rushing him back through the woods while the three of you follow. You’re running as you stand next to Namjoon the whole time and when you reach Jin’s house you follow them as they lay Namjoon on the gurney, holding his hand as they lift it up.

“Stay with me Namjoon. You can’t leave me like this. Please…” You whisper in his ear, placing a kiss on his cheek. You squeeze his hand one last time before Namjoon is pushed into the ambulance. Mr. and Mrs. Kim jump in with Namjoon and the doors are slammed shut before the ambulance drives away. 

As soon as the ambulance is out of sight, you realize Jin is standing next to you. You have to be strong for him; Namjoon was your friend, but Jin was his brother. You can’t even imagine the worry that must be filling him up. 

You wrap an arm around Jin’s waist. “Let’s go to my house, yeah?” Jin only nods, his eyes still trained on the place the ambulance disappeared. You tug Jin in the right direction and he starts walking with you, your mom coming up and flanking Jin’s other side as the two of you walk him across the street to your house. You lead him into the living room and seat him on the couch, turning on the tv even though you know neither of you will be watching it.

It’s three hours of waiting. Three hours of worrying; of not watching the tv in front of you, or eating any of the food your mom brings you; three long hours before someone knocks on the front door. You look up as your mother answers it to find Jin’s parents on the other side. 

“Jin.” You nudge him out of his thoughts and he looks up as his parents walk into the living room.

“Is he okay?” Jin speaks for the first time since he entered your house. “Can we see him?” He asks hopefully. He might not notice, but you see the somber look on his parents faces and instinctively grab Jin’s hand. Mr. Kim shakes his head and a crippling pain sets into your chest. Their voices are muffled as Jin falls to his knees beside you, you can barely hear them as they explain that it was too late, his brain was deprived of oxygen for too long, there was nothing the doctors could do.

.

“Oh my god, just pick something.” You groan, sprawled across Jin’s bed as you watch him try on his ninth shirt.

“Fine I’ll just wear my pajamas.” Jin huffs. “Since you don’t seem to care anyway.”

“Seokjin, it’s just my recital, not a fucking black tie dinner.”

“But it’s your final recital. Don’t you want me to impress all those college friends you’ve talked me up to so much?”

“I’m pretty sure you want that more than me.” You sigh.

“What about this boyfriend of yours, hm? I have to be at least a little intimidating, so he knows not to fuck up.”

“Yoongi doesn’t care about stuff like that. You’re the only one making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“Pajamas it is.”

“I’m going to kill you for making me get up.” You state, rolling off the bed and walking over to Jin’s closet.

You flick through the clothes that Jin hasn’t yet removed from hangers and thrown on the floor. That’s ugly… ugly… too small… too fancy… too boring… You reach your hand and feel something soft, way in the back. You grab it and pull it forward, pushing all the other clothes out of the way and discovering a luxurious cream colored v-neck sweater. 

“How about this?” You ask, pulling it out and showing it to Jin.

“You think so?” He grabs it and holds it up to himself, looking in the mirror. “I guess it could work. I could wear my new jeans with it.”

“Hallelujah.” You cry, falling back against the closet door.

Jin rolls his eyes at you. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Only for you.” You wink, going to lean your head back before something catches your eye. “Oh my god.” You smile, getting on your knees and crawling into Jin’s closet. 

“What?” You can hear Jin’s voice is muffled, he’s probably trying the sweater on.

“I remember this…” You mumble, brushing your hand on the wood of the small door in front of you, an old bolt latch door that leads to the crawl space in Jin’s house. “We used to hide in here when we were kids.” You reach for the latch.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You hear Jin’s voice, it’s a little panicked.

“Feeling nostalgic.” You pull the latch back and start to open the door.

“Y/N, no!” 

But it’s too late, you manage to wiggle the door open and peek inside. The sight you’re greeted with was definitely at the bottom of the list of “things you expected to see when you opened the crawl space door”. At the top; some boxes, old VHS tapes, holiday decorations, maybe some family albums; things that were in there when you were a kid. But this?

This explains why Jin didn’t want you to open the door, why his house always creaks like someone’s walking through it, and why you swear you’ve seen ghosts in his windows. You never expected to see a fully furnished room, or a tall man standing in the center of it.

You’ve known Kim Seokjin your entire life. You’ve lived across the street from him since you were three, with him being two years older than you. You went from daycare all the way up through high school together, and have been inseparable for most of your lives. The only thing is, until you were sixteen, there was someone else in the picture with you. The three of you, like the three musketeers, did everything together, but due to the world you lived in, he wouldn’t be around for long.

Just after you turned sixteen, a historical event happened in the world; the global one child policy. Leaders around the world saw how effective China’s one child policy was, and decided it would be best for the environment to limit everyone to one child. After any person bore a child, they were forced, by law, to become surgically sterile.

If anyone bore more than one child, the younger child, or children in some cases, was taken and raised as a militia child. Militia children were the governments property, raised to join the forces of the military, never to see their family again. 

When this law went into effect; all families with more than one child had to sacrifice any children, other than the eldest, under the age of eighteen to become a militia child. Children were ripped from their families, some so young they didn’t even get a chance to see their mother’s face. It was tragic, but it was a global law, so a person couldn’t just escape to another country with their children.

Jin’s mother, unfortunately, gave birth to twins before the law changed, so when the law was enacted, Jin’s younger brother was to be taken away as they were seventeen and Jin was born first, but just before that happened, there was an accident. That’s why the sight currently in front of you has you confused beyond belief. The tall man is bent over, looking at something on a small table in front of him, his fingers playing with his lips as he stands, lost in thought.

“Namjoon…?”

At the sound of his name, his head snaps up to look in your direction. He takes in your presence; kneeling in the small doorway, one hand still on the door; and his eyes go wide.

“Y/N…”

Tears start to form in your eyes as you stare at the person in front of you, a person that you thought for years had passed away. You think you must be mistaken, but the way he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and the look in those familiar, soft brown eyes tell you, it’s exactly who you think it is. You fall forward on your hands as you start to hyperventilate, your brain not quite able to make the connection.

And then he’s there, kneeling in front of you. A hot tear rolls down your cheek as you look up at him, reaching up to touch his face, just barely making contact before pulling back, afraid if you touch him again he’ll disappear. He smiles bittersweetly, grabbing your hand as his own eyes grow watery, those all too familiar dimples poking at his cheeks.

“It’s okay.” He whispers.

You stop breathing for only a few seconds before you throw your arms around him, crying unrelenting tears, sobbing as you hold this man in your arms for the first time in eight years, holding him tightly, not wanting to ever let him go again. So wrapped up in your emotions that you don’t even notice Jin come into the room until he places his hand on your shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, he just wants you to know he’s there.

“It’s okay.” Namjoon whispers again. “I’m so sorry.”

Sorry? The word registers in your brain and you realize that the man your holding has let you believe he was dead. For eight years. A sudden bubble of anger rises up within you and you pull back, your tears turning to those of anger.

“You… You asshole!” You cry, getting up onto your wobbly legs.

Namjoon looks taken aback, shocked at your sudden turn of emotions. “Y/N…”

“You fucking asshole!” You’re yelling now. “You were dead! I saw you die! I saw it!”

“Y/N, wait-” Namjoon states.

“No!” You back up, staring at both boys in front of you. “You were dead! You let me believe you were dead! For eight fucking years!”

“Y/N-ah, calm down.” Jin tries to interrupt.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand comes up and slaps the glasses clean off of Namjoon’s face. “I went to your funeral. I buried you. I held your mother and your brother as they wept for you!” You shoot a furious glance at Jin. “I mourned you!” You scream. “For eight years I’ve mourned you…” You gasp, falling to your knees and holding yourself tightly, attempting to breathe. “You were dead…” You mumble, trying to convince yourself that this is a dream, willing yourself, begging yourself to wake up, but you can’t think straight.

“Y/N-ah…” Jin kneels next to you.

“I can’t. I can’t, I can’t.” You shake your head. “I can’t do this.” You look up at Jin and then over at Namjoon. “I can’t do this…” You immediately turn and crawl back into Jin’s room, getting to your feet as fast as you can and running out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the house. You can hear Jin calling after you, begging you to stop, but you can’t. 

You run smack into Jin’s father as you exit the house, causing him to drop his bags.

“Woah there Y/N! Slow-” He cuts off when he sees the tears streaming down your face. “What’s wrong?”

You just shake your head and run right past him.

“Y/N please!” Jin calls.

You finally reach the safety of your own house and slam the door shut behind you before locking it.

“Y/N-ah? Is that you?” Your mother comes out of the kitchen to see you pressed against the door, out of breath. “Honey what is it? You’re so pale, you look like you’ve seen a ghost…” She asks, concerned, wiping the tears off your cheeks with the dish towel she’s holding.

“I think I just did.” You mumble, but she doesn’t hear you. “I-I don’t feel very well. I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. If anyone comes for me, can you tell them I’m asleep?”

“Of course. Go get some rest. I’ll bring you some soup in a bit.” Your mom nods, heading back to the kitchen as you make your way upstairs to your room. You shut the door before slipping into your pajamas and crawling into your bed, bundling yourself up in the blankets and turning on your tv as you start to cry.

So many thoughts race through your mind, but you couldn’t pinpoint one of them if you tried. Your phone buzzes next to you, but when you see Jin’s name flash on the screen you immediately turn your phone off and lay it face down on your bedside table. You don’t want to talk to him. You don’t want to talk to anyone. Soon enough, you find yourself drifting off to sleep.

.

When you wake up, your room is dark except for the light coming from the tv. You sit up and rub your eyes, looking over at your clock to see it’s almost two in the morning. On your nightstand you also find a bowl of soup and you silently thank your mother for not having to get out of bed.

You flip on your lamp and grab the soup to find it’s still slightly warm and you sip it thankfully. About halfway through your soup, you hear a small tink, though you have no idea what the sound is. Tink. Tink tink. You realize it’s coming from your window. You put your soup down and get up to investigate. You pull back your curtains and look outside to see a figure standing below your window in the dark just as the sound happens again. Someone’s throwing rocks at your window.

You open the window and try to squint in the darkness as you call out. “Hello?”

“Y/N-ah!” It’s Jin. 

“Jin, what are you doing?” You hiss. 

“You turned your phone off, I had to do something!”

“You didn’t get the hint that maybe I don’t want to talk to you right now? Or possibly ever again?”

“Y/N please!” Jin whines. “Just… come over tomorrow and let us explain.”

“I don’t want an explanation!” That’s a lie. You really do want an explanation, but you’re too upset right now to tell him that. 

“Why not?”

“How many reasons do you want me to list?”

“Y/N, please?”

“No!” You spit, but as you go to close your window he cries out.

“Do it for Joon!” His words stop you in your tracks. “Just talk to him, please. He… He really wants to talk to you.”

You sigh. You’ve wanted to talk to Namjoon for eight years, but now that you’re actually able to, you’re reluctant to learn the truth. “Fine. Tomorrow. You have ten minutes of my attention. That’s it.”

“Thank y-”

Before he finishes his words, you slam the window shut and close your curtains, climbing back into bed to finish your soup. When you’re done eating, you go take a shower and then head to bed, not excited in the least for tomorrow to come.

When you wake up the next morning, or afternoon should you say, your eyes feel heavy and puffy from all the crying you did last night. You roll out of bed and grab your phone, heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. You turn your phone on and place it on the table as you grab a bowl out of the cabinet, listening to it buzz several times with missed notifications as you pour in your cereal and your milk and sit down.

As you take a bite, you look at your phone to see seven missed calls from Jin and eighteen texts, the last of which says to let him know when you want to come over. You sigh and put your phone back down as you go back to your cereal. You don’t know what today is going to be like. You don’t know if you’ll be able to listen to anything Namjoon has to say, or if you’ll be able to be around him for longer than a few minutes before you break down again.

It all feels like a bad dream, like when you go back over to Jin’s house, Namjoon won’t be there. When you open the crawl space door, it’ll be just like it was when you were little; dusty and filled with unused things kept in old boxes; and Namjoon won’t be there. You text Jin and let him know you’ll be on your way in a minute. He quickly replies with an ‘okay’ and you finish your cereal, simply sitting at the table for a few moments, not wanting to move, until your mom comes into the kitchen.

“Hi sweetie. Are you feeling better today?” She asks, grabbing your bowl and bringing it over to the sink to rinse it out. 

“I’m alright.” You lie. “I’m going to head over to Jin’s house for a little bit.”

“Okay. Did you remind him about saturday?”

“Yeah, we picked out his outfit last night.” You state, standing up. “I’m probably going to practice when I get back.”

“You’re not going to practice at Jin’s?”

“Um, probably not today…”

“Is something going on between you two?” Your mom turns to you. “You came back from his place pretty upset last night.”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but hopefully we’re getting it sorted out today.”

“Alright honey. Just try not to let anything come between you two. You’re too good of friends for that.” She calls after you as you head up the stairs.

“I know mom.” You yell back, heading into your room to change. You slip on some shorts and a t-shirt before heading back downstairs, grabbing your phone, slipping on some sandals and then walking out the door.

You take a deep breath before walking across the street to Jin’s house, standing in front of his door for a few moments to collect yourself before knocking lightly. It’s only a minute before the door opens and you see Mr. Kim standing there.

“Y/N-ah.” He smiles at you.

“Good morning Mr. Kim.”

“Come in, come in.” He opens the door fully and waves you inside. “Did you eat lunch?” He asks as he closes the door.

“Yeah I did.” You nod, taking off your shoes.

“We’re just finishing up. Everyone’s in the kitchen.” He walks off in the direction of the kitchen and you follow behind him, walking into the kitchen to see Mrs. Kim standing at the stove cooking while Jin and Namjoon sit at the table, stuffing their faces.

When Jin sees you his face lights up. “Y/N!” He cheers, patting the chair between him and Namjoon. 

Namjoon’s head immediately shoots up at the mention of your name, his eyes locking onto yours for a second before you look away, walking over to the table and taking a seat, looking at your lap as you fiddle with your hands.

“Y/N-ah,” Mrs. Kim walks over and gives you a quick hug. “I just wanted to say first off how sorry we are for keeping this from you, but we decided to let Namjoon explain everything.” She states, ruffling Namjoon’s hair. “It’s so nice to have everyone together again.” She smiles wistfully before turning back to the stove. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/N.” Namjoon nods, swallowing the last bite of his breakfast. 

You stand up from the table and walk towards the hallway, gesturing with your head for Namjoon to follow you. He quickly gets up and as you turn the corner, he follows behind.  You lead him upstairs to the family room and then out on the balcony, taking a seat on the swinging bench and pulling your knees to your chest, staring at your legs as Namjoon shuts the door. He goes to sit next to you, but he changes his mind, grabbing a deck chair and dragging it across the floor to sit in front of you.

It’s quiet. Namjoon rests his elbows on his knees, one of his hands rubbing his mouth as he hesitates, not sure how to start. 

“You only have ten minutes.” You mumble. “I suggest you start.”

“Right, uh, sorry.” He nods. “So about two weeks before the accident, I got a letter saying that I would be taken to train as a militia child. It was so close to my eighteenth birthday, less than a month and I wouldn’t have to go, so mom and dad came up with a plan. With the help from my uncle, the one who’s a doctor, remember him?” Namjoon looks at you and you nod. “Right, well, we wanted a way to put me into a fake coma sort of thing until the date passed, but then a week later, there was that story in the news…”

“The one where the family was arrested for doing the same thing…” You nod, remembering the story on the news vividly because you remember thinking of telling Namjoon to do the same thing before you saw it.

“Yeah, so um. It was either be drafted and live the rest of my life away from my friends and family, or fake my death-”

“And spend the rest of your life away from your friends and family.”

“Or fake my death, wait a few years and then get a new identity.”

“And get arrested anyway?”

“Well… We didn’t know about that part until afterwards.” 

‘That part’ is the fact that the military cracked down on missing persons and deaths after the militia law was enacted, making sure that anyone that tried to escape the draft would be arrested for treason and a bunch of other crimes against the government. 

“And now?”

“And now I just do what I’ve been doing. Finish college through Seokjin’s name, get a job where I can work from home and not be seen.”

You place your feet on the ground and sit up. “Namjoon, you can’t live your life in a closet. That’s not a life, it’s…” You trail off, unsure of what to say.

“It’s not a life, but it’s better than my family having to spend life in prison.”

“What happens when you have to go to a job interview? Or file taxes? Or what if you want to get married and have kids? You can’t live your life under Seokjin’s name. You can’t just-”

“You think I haven’t thought about this?” He interrupts you, seemingly angry now. “You think I haven’t thought out every possible scenario every goddamn day of my life? About what happens when I eventually get found out? Do you understand how terrified I am that I’ll send my entire family to prison, or even worse, to their deaths?”

“Namjoon-”

“When I first saw you yesterday, I felt overwhelming joy, and then immediately I was filled with fear, fear that I’d be found.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” You mumble, looking down at your lap.

“It’s not about if you would or wouldn’t, it’s about the possibility that one day, someone might let it slip. That I’ll get caught for some stupid mistake because I wasn’t careful enough.” Namjoon leans back in his chair, looking up at the sky as the two of you sit in silence for a few minutes while you soak up all the information. 

“I’m sorry…” You whisper, barely breaking the silence.

“Y/N-ah, no.” Namjoon stands up and moves to sit next to you, grabbing your hands where they sit in your lap. “I’m sorry. It killed me to keep this from you.” He stares into your eyes, on the verge of tears. “I know how hard this was on you, listening to you cry with Jin those first few weeks; believe me, all I wanted to do was burst through that door and tell you how sorry I am.”

“I missed you so much.” Your voice finally cracks as you look back down at your hands where they’re wrapped in Namjoon’s. 

“I missed you too. Being able to hear you talking and laughing with Jin all the time through the wall, but not being able to see you myself? To talk to you?” Namjoon releases one of your hands and lifts your chin, wiping away the stray tear from your cheek. “I put you through so much Y/N-ah, I’m so sorry.”

“I talked to you.”

“What?” Namjoon looks taken aback at your words, knowing you're not the most religious person in the world.

“I know it’s stupid.” You shake him off, wiping away your own tears as he watches you. “But I thought maybe. Maybe if you were out there somewhere, that you could hear me.” You sniffle as another tear runs down your cheek. “That I could make you come back somehow.” That’s when you lose it. You bury your face in your hands and begin to sob, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Please don’t cry.” Namjoon wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. “I’m here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

The two of you stay like this for a while; Namjoon holding you as you sob into his chest, letting out all of your emotions at once. Even after you calm down, Namjoon holds you, rubbing your back soothingly as you rest your head on his shoulder, the two of you sitting in silence as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. 

“I’m sorry I slapped you.”

Namjoon laughs at this. “I deserved it.”

“What now?” You whisper.

“We go back to the way things were. You move on with your life and… And I’ll move on with mine, just like before.”

“Do you think I’m just going to forget about you?” You ask, lifting your head to look up at him. “I could never do that.”

“Of course not.” He meets your gaze. “But, you at least have to pretend to.”

“Right…” You nod, looking back down. 

He sighs. “It’s better if we pretend I don’t exist.” It’s silent for a few moments before he says your name. “Y/N-ah?”

“Hm?” You meet his eyes once more, watching them flit between your own gaze and your lips. Suddenly he starts to move in closer.

You know that look. You know exactly what he’s trying to do, but it’s not that simple anymore. You aren’t the naive sixteen year old you once were, ready to fall at any man’s beck and call.

“Namjoon…” You turn your head, rejecting his advance. “I-I can’t…” You state, more reminding yourself of the fact.

“O-oh. Sorry, I should’ve uh… asked.” He lets you go and scoots away from you just a bit.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, taking you out of the bubble you’ve been in with Namjoon. You pull it out and see a text from none other than your boyfriend.

Yoongi (7:12pm): Are we still practicing tonight? I thought we were meeting at 7?

 “Shit.” You mumble, standing up. “I have to go.”

“Y/N, you don't…” He stands up to stop you. “Don’t go just because I’m-”

“I’m not.” You stop him, showing him your phone. “Rehearsal’s calling.”

“Oh.” Namjoon stops, nodding, and seeing the look of disappointment on his face you quickly wrap your arms around his chest. 

“I’m so happy to have you back Joonie.”

He lets out a soft exhale of laughter before returning your embrace. “Me too.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” You ask, letting him go and heading down the deck stairs.

“Sounds great.” He smiles, waving at you as you disappear. As soon as you turn the corner out from behind the Kim’s house, you see Yoongi sitting on your front porch, staring at his phone. You can’t help but feel guilty at the sight, you don’t know how you forgot you were supposed to meet up with him today, but apparently it slipped your mind completely, and seeing as you haven’t seen him in a few weeks, you should’ve been aching to be with him.

“Yoongi!” You call when you reach your driveway.

He sits up, the dark hair on his head swishing with his movement. “Hey.” He smiles softly, standing up as you make your way onto the porch. “Where were you?” He asks, pulling you close to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Ah, I was at Jin’s, just lost track of time.”

“I thought you were there yesterday?” He questions as you open the front door, leading him inside.

“I was.” You nod. “We just… we had some stuff to talk about today, that’s all.”

He chuckles. “What, did you guys have a fight?”

You lead Yoongi up the stairs into the den where your father’s piano sits and shake your head. “Some old family stuff came up and I was…. Having a hard time understanding what had happened, but it’s fine now.”

“If you say so.” Yoongi sits at the piano bench and lifts the cover off of the keys before playing a few quick chords. “Three days left. Are you ready?”

“Is anyone ever really ready for their senior recital?” You ask, grabbing your music out of your bag and handing it to Yoongi. 

He shrugs. “I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

“Of course you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t be you.”

Yoongi shoots you a wink and some finger guns before dancing his fingers along the piano keys, plunking out a pleasant melody. “Which song do you want to do first, yours or mine?”

In exchange for accompanying you with the piano while you sang your song, you agreed to also sing one of Yoongi’s compositions that he prepared for his part of the recital.

“Can we do mine please? I still need to work on some of the pronunciations…” You grumble, sitting next to Yoongi and sorting through the sheet music until you find it, spreading it out on the stand. 

“Why did you pick a song in French again?”

“Because it shows dedication and… Intelligence, I guess?”

“If you say so.”

You roll your eyes. “What is that, your phrase of the day?”

Yoongi simply shrugs before starting up the beginning of your chosen song.

You do pretty well, managing to sing out a decent imitation of the French language until the second verse.

“Tu peux me tenir, Jusqu'à… fuck.” You stumble over the pronunciation, causing Yoongi to stop.

“Try again from the top of the verse.” He says, playing the intro to that part.

You try once more, only to mess up even worse, smacking yourself in the forehead. You try several more times, but just can't seem to get it right, eventually slamming your hands down on the piano in frustration.

“Goddamnit!” You whine.

“Hey, don’t take it out of the piano, it didn’t do anything wrong.” Yoongi chides. “Come on Y/N-ah, you were doing so well last time we practiced together, what happened? Don’t you have the pronunciation written down?”

“Of course I have the pronunciation written down!” You snap. “It’s not like I’m messing up on purpose… There’s just…” You sigh. “There’s a lot going on in my head right now.”

“Hey, it’s alright jagiya. Do you want to try mine since it’s a little easier?” You nod, staring down at your lap. “Alright.”

Yoongi shuffles the music until he pulls his own handwritten piece out of the pile, unfolding it and starting the introduction. He starts to sing, and you join in on your part, not thinking anything of the words as you sail through the song effortlessly, matching Yoongi’s harmony note for note. Yoongi plunks out the last few notes and then the song is over.

Yoongi sighs happily this time as the sound resonates. “You know, sometimes I forget how beautiful your voice is.”

“Shut up.” You playfully shove him. “You’re the one with all the talent, Mr. pianist/composer.”

Yoongi chuckles. “How about we stop for now, hm? We could go get some ice cream?”

“I’m too tired to go out.” You admit. “I think we have some ice cream in the freezer though. How about that and a movie instead?”

“Perfect.” Yoongi smiles. You put away the sheet music and put the cover back on the piano leading Yoongi downstairs to the kitchen.

You open the freezer and grab two ice cream popsicles, giving one to Yoongi and then grabbing his arm, pulling him back upstairs to your room. You turn on the tv, flick on a movie, and then flop onto your bed, leaning back against the headboard as you munch on your ice cream. 

After you both finish your ice cream, you lay down a bit more, laying more on your back than on your behind. Yoongi takes this as his cue to pull you close to him, laying his arm across your stomach and slowly caressing your side. As you feel Yoongi’s warm body pressing against you, his fingers running along your waist, you start to slowly drift off, your eyes fluttering shut, until you feel a soft pair of lips pressing at your neck, causing your eyes to reopen.

“Man, I’ve missed having you stay at my place.” Yoongi mutters in your ear, his fingers slipping under your t-shirt to touch your bare skin. 

“Yoongi~” You giggle. “It’s only been like two weeks!”

“A long two weeks.” He pouts, kissing your cheek. You can only sigh as his lips find their way back to your neck, latching on and sucking lightly on the sensitive skin beneath your ear, causing you to whimper lightly. You pull Yoongi closer as his lips find yours. It feels good to be wrapped up in Yoongi’s touches, not thinking about what happened in the last two days… Shit.

Your brain is dragged elsewhere as Yoongi’s fingers unbutton your shorts, dragging them off your legs and dropping them on the floor as he climbs between your legs, pressing himself against you. You can feel just how hard he is through his basketball shorts, and though the friction feels great for your body, your mind just isn’t in it. 

As Yoongi pulls down his shorts and boxers to mid thigh, you sigh, running your hands down his chest under his shirt. He pulls your panties to the side and begins to gently push against your entrance with his cock, slipping himself in slowly with a low groan. You gasp as he fills you, never quite getting used to the size of his length in the five months you’ve been dating.

As Yoongi settles himself deep inside you, you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper and as he pulls back and thrusts back in, you have to keep yourself from moaning out, focusing solely on the feeling of him between your legs. But try as you may, as Yoongi passionately fucks you, for some reason, you can’t get into it. After the first few slaps of his hips against you, the feeling almost becomes numb; you know it’s happening, but you don’t particularly care.

Yoongi seems to notice and tries to go faster, harder, anything to give you pleasure as he whispers dirty nothings in your ear in between pressing hot kisses to your neck. As always, you fake it. You release sweet moans, hoping they’re convincing enough to fool Yoongi into thinking you’re into it. As neither he, nor anyone else, has ever given you the satisfaction of an orgasm during sex. 

After a bit Yoongi’s hips start to falter, and you contract your insides to give him the extra kick he needs before he pulls out and strokes himself to completion on your stomach, painting you with the sticky white lines of his release. He pants as he sits back on his knees, just barely stroking his tip for a few seconds before wiping it off.

“You wanna keep going?” He asks, breathless. “I could do a little more if you-”

“No, I’m okay.” 

“Are you sure?”

You shake your head. “I’m too tired.” You lie. Yoongi nods before tucking himself back into his shorts. He leans over and grabs a tissue from your nightstand, using it to wipe off his hands before cleaning off your stomach. He tosses the tissue in the trash before pulling his shorts back up and snuggling up to your back, wrapping his arm around you.

“Are you okay jagi?” He questions, giving you a squeeze as he kisses the back of your head. “You seem a little out of it today.”

“I’m okay. Just a lot going on in my head.”

“Are you just nervous, do you think?”

“Maybe…” While you are nervous for your recital, it has nothing to do with why you feel so off. “I think I’m just tired more than anything.”

“Alright. Get some sleep babe.” He kisses you again before settling down against the pillows, holding you close as you both drift off to sleep.

.

When you wake up in the morning, Yoongi’s already gone, as per usual, leaving you a note that says he was called off to help one of the students he helps tutor rehearse. You sigh as you crumble up the note and throw it in the garbage, looking at the clock to see it’s ten in the morning. You spend most of the day practicing by yourself at the piano, trying to get the songs down to the best of your ability. You write French pronunciations over and over in a notebook, trying your best to memorize them, but for some reason, you're finding it harder and harder to focus.Around dinner time you finally give up and grab some food, letting yourself get lost in the world that is realityTV until you manage to drift off to sleep.

.

The next day you wake up to the sound of your phone going off. you pick it up to see a message from Jin.

Jinnie (10:43 am): Hey, it’s definitely not Jin. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?

You (10:44 am):  Hey ‘definitely not Jin’ haha. I would, but I’m supposed to be working on recital stuff. I’m really struggling with this french song for some reason and the performance is tomorrow.

Jinnie (10:44 am): I’m pretty good at foreign languages and such, I could help if you wanted?

You (10:45 am): Really? Oh my god, you’d be saving my ass. You don’t mind??

Jinnie (10:46 am): That’s me. Resident ass saver.

Jinnie (10:46 am): That sounded terrible, but I don’t mind! I’m happy to help!

You (10:47 am):  You’re the best ‘not Jin’! Give me a few minutes and I’ll be over!

Jinnie (10:47 am): Okay!!

You put down your phone and get up, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and put on a little makeup before getting dressed, grabbing your music and notebooks and heading downstairs to grab a snack. 

You’re intercepted by your dad as you grab a muffin off the counter. “Going somewhere?” He asks, filling his mug with coffee.

“Yeah, I’m going over to Na- uh, Jin’s house.”

He side eyes you. “Shouldn’t you be practicing for tomorrow?” 

“I am! Jin’s helping me with some pronunciation stuff.”

“I didn’t know Jin was good at languages?”

“Uh, well. He’s not, but it’s easier to learn together, bye!” Before your dad can ask you any more questions, you take a big bite of your muffin and turn around, slipping on some shoes before heading outside.

You cross the street as you finish your muffin and knock on the Kim’s door. Mrs. Kim opens it and lets you inside, telling you that the boys are both upstairs. You thank her and then head up the stairs to Jin’s room, knocking lightly before pushing the door open.

“Hello?” You poke your head into the room.

“Hm?” Jin looks up from his computer and smiles when he sees you. “Y/N-ah!”

“Hey.” You nod as you walk in, dropping your bag on the floor.

“We… we didn’t have something planned today did we?” Jin questions, looking guilty.

“Nah, Joon asked me to come over.” You state, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

Jin huffs. “I knew he took my phone. Liar.” He shakes his head. “He’s in the shower, he should be done soon.”

“Okay cool.”

“What are you two up to?”

“Oh, he’s just going to help me with some recital stuff before tomorrow.”

“Ah, yeah,” Jin nods. “You better sing well for him since he can’t go.”

You tilt your head at Jin in confusion. “What do you mean? He’s invited, doesn’t he know that?”

Jin shakes his head. “Y/N-ah, Namjoon can’t go. He can’t risk it. What if someone recognizes him?”

“Are you kidding me?” You ask. “What, does he just not leave the house?”

“He barely leaves his room, except to go to the pond occasionally.”

“Why would he want to go back to that place…?”

Jin shrugs, but before he can answer, the bathroom door opens and Namjoon walks into the room, drying his hair on a towel.

“Hey, Y/N!” Namjoon breaks into a wide smile. “You ready?”

You nod, watching as Namjoon throws the damp towel at Jin before walking up to you. You giggle as the towel lands back on Namjoon before taking his outstretched hand and standing up. You gather your things and wave goodbye to Jin before following Namjoon out of Jin’s room and down the hall into the study where the piano’s located.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” You state as Namjoon closes the door behind you both. “Otherwise I’m fucked.”

Namjoon chuckles. “I’ll try my best.”

The two of you work for hours. Namjoon studies your music and helps you come up with ways to memorize the pronunciation of the foreign words, listening to several different versions of the song to make sure everything’s right before quizzing you repeatedly. You say the words over and over, speaking them before you sing them. When you think you have it down, you perform the song for Namjoon, letting him write down notes as you go and then correcting you once you’ve finished, repeating this process several times until you complete the song without any mistakes.

“Finally!” You collapse into a chair.

“I told you that you could do it.” He smirks, closing the piano lid and leaning against it.

“Thanks to you.” You remind him.

Namjoon just waves you off, grabbing your music and going to put it back in your bag before stopping to pull another piece of sheet music out. “Min Yoongi…” He states. “You’re doing a Min Yoongi piece? For your recital?”

“A ‘Min Yoongi piece’?” You snort. “How do you know Yoongi?”

“His stuff is really popular, especially his freestyle.”

“His freestyle?” You raise your eyebrow in question. “What are you talking about?”

“His music is popular in the underground scene, he’s a rapper. He goes by Agust D. Which is why I think this might be a little heavy for a recital.”

You shake your head. “We must be talking about two completely different people. The Yoongi I know doesn’t rap. He doesn’t even listen to hip hop.”

“Would you mind if I…?” Namjoon gestures at the piano.

“Go ahead.”

Namjoon unfolds the sheet music and opens the piano back up, plunking out the introduction before stopping. “I guess… I guess they could be different people. I was so sure that was his name though.” Namjoon purses his lips in thought. “How do you know him?”

“He’s my- Uh. Well, he’s my… M-my boyfriend…” You stutter. You don’t know why you’re embarrassed to say this in front of Namjoon, but here you are, stumbling over your words.

“O-oh. I didn’t. I didn’t know you… had one.” He mumbles before clearing his throat. “Here.” Namjoon grabs his phone and opens up a video that starts playing loud hip hop music. “Is this him?”

You grab the phone and look at the screen, watching, waiting as the rapper comes into view and turns to the camera to see that it is in fact, your boyfriend. “Oh my god… I can’t… I can’t believe it’s him.” You watch the entire video in shock and when it ends you sit in silence for a bit as you hand Namjoon back his phone.

“I’m… I’m sorry you had to find out like this. I figured if it was him he would’ve told you.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me?” You ask. “It’s not like he has anything to be ashamed of, unless…” You trail off. Was Yoongi ashamed of you? Did he not want to introduce you to this part of his life because he’s embarrassed by you?

“Whatever you’re thinking,” Namjoon interrupts. “I’m sure it’s not true. It probably just slipped his mind. You guys have probably been busy preparing for this recital thing.”

You nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right. It just- it just slipped his mind.”

“Exactly.” Namjoon agrees, putting all your music back into your bag and closing the piano again before handing you the bag.

“Thanks for helping me Joon.”

He shrugs. “No problem. You’re going to do great tomorrow.” He smiles at you as he stands up and stretches.

“I wish you could be there.” 

Namjoon stops and looks down at you, his expression laced with guilt. “I’m sure Jin will record it for me.”

“It’s not the same.” You mutter as you stand up.

“Y/N, I-”

“I know you can’t, I just…” You sigh. “I just wish you could. For once I wish you could be there in person instead of me just pretending that you’re there.”

“You’d pretend I was there?”

“Every concert.” You nod, walking out of the room and starting down the stairs. “Every performance I had, I asked you to come watch. I don’t know why, I guess… I guess I just felt better with you there.” You stop on the landing and look back up at Namjoon on the stairs. “I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You shake your head and start down the second flight.

“It’s not stupid.” Namjoon grabs your arm as you reach  for the front door, pulling your attention back to him. “It’s not stupid.” He cups your face. “Every performance I wish I could’ve been there, every single one that Jin showed me.” He pauses as his hands drop to your shoulders and he sighs before he perks up again. “Here.” He grabs his middle finger on his left hand and pulls off the ring he’s wearing. “Wear this.” He grabs your hand and slips it onto your thumb, the only finger it will fit on. “Wear this so that I’m with you.” He gives your hand a squeeze before dropping it. “I’ll be right up on that stage with you Y/N-ah.”

You don’t want to admit it, but tears are welling up in your eyes as you stare at Namjoon. You blink them back and then wrap your arms around Namjoon’s chest, giving him a tight hug. "Thank you..." You whisper into his chest.

"Aish, stop crying will you?" He pulls back and wipes your cheeks with his thumbs.

You nod, smiling, but feeling like a fool embarrassed that you're crying for no reason. You thank him one more time before heading out the door and back across the street to your own house. As you shut the front door behind you, you lean back against it, a smile on your face and a warmth in your chest as you feel the weight of Namjoon's ring on your finger. You head upstairs to your room to drop off your bag before your mom calls you for dinner.

Your parents ask you about your level of preparedness for tomorrow, and for once, you finally feel confident as you twist the ring on your finger under the table. They seem pleased by your answer, and after dinner allow you to head back up to your room in peace.

You put on your headphones and listen to your music on repeat as you twist the ring around and around, loving the way the cool metal feels against your fingertips. It doesn't take you long after that to fall asleep.

.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of your alarm that you don't remember setting. Wait, that's not your alarm, it's your ringtone. You groan as you roll over to check the time: 8:00 am. Ugh. You pick up your phone without even looking at the ID on the screen.

"Hello...?"

"Good morning sunshine." It's Yoongi's voice. out of all the people in the world to call you at eight in the morning, this is not the one you expected.

"Yoongi?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were up before I came to get you." He states. "I know you probably forgot to set your alarm."

"Way to have faith in me." You pout.

"Did you remember?"

"...No."

"Exactly. Get dressed, I'll be there in half an hour." Click.

You sigh. Yoongi must be nervous, he's always a bit rude when he's nervous. You, on the other hand, feel strangely calm as you feel the presence of the ring on your middle finger.

You sigh as you get up, taking a quick shower and drying your hair before grabbing your makeup, your recital dress, and your purse just as your phone buzzes with a text , telling you that Yoongi has arrived. You quickly double check to make sure you have everything before heading downstairs.

"I'll see you guys tonight!" You call to your parents as you open the front door and walk out to Yoongi's car where he sits looking impatient. "Hey!" You smile, hopping in the car, leaning over to give him a quick peck as you close the door.

"Did you just roll out of bed?" He asks as he pulls out of your driveway.

"What? No, I took a shower and did my hair, see?" You fling your loosely tousled curls at him.

"You know there's a dress rehearsal, right?"

"Yeah, I brought my stuff." You gesture to the bag in your lap.

"I just figured you would've wanted to put on a little makeup for this."

"My makeup's in my bag Yoongi."

"Hmph." Is all he says in response, clearly upset at something.

"What's got you in a mood?" You question, shifting in your seat as Yoongi merges onto the highway.

"Nothing, you just look... Weird."

"Why? Because I'm not wearing makeup?"

He nods. "You look different."

"Different as in ugly?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Not necessarily. Just weird."

"Not necessarily..." You mutter, turning to look out the window. "Should I expect you to be an asshole all day? Or just for now."

"I'm not being an asshole, I'm just saying I've never seen you without makeup and it's strange for me!" He groans. "You know what? Let's just get through today."

"Okay." You nod, turning up the radio.

Thankfully it's only about twenty more minutes before you reach the theatre where the recital is being held. Yoongi parks and you both head inside, putting your things in the dressing rooms before going out to the auditorium to watch the students that perform before you. It's a long morning of people starting their pieces over and saying "Let me try that one more time" until they get it right and everyone claps half-heartedly, not caring about the rehearsal, most just want to be done with the day.

When the girl scheduled before you goes up, you head to the dressing room and change into your gown, the purpose of the dress rehearsal is for the lighting and sound crew more than anyone else. You walk back out into the auditorium to sit next to Yoongi and wait for your names to be called. In all honesty, you don't feel that nervous, which is what worries you.

Your names are finally called after the girl before you finishes her Aria for the fourth time. You climb the stairs behind Yoongi and wait for him to take his seat at the piano before walking up to the microphone. The lights flicker on and shine in your eyes, causing you to squint as your teacher's voice comes through the speaker.

"Remember, sing as you normally would, we'll adjust the volume on our end so that you don't have to. I know you have a big voice Y/N, don't be afraid to use it. Oh, and make sure you can hear yourself in the monitor."

You nod as you turn to Yoongi. "Mine first?" You ask him to make sure.

"Yeah, ready?" He places his hands on the keys and waits for your signal, you give him a thumbs up and he begins to play.

You take a deep breath through the intro, and for once, you come in on time. You make it through the entire song without a single mistake; not a note or a word out of place. The song ends and you smile in relief, hearing applause as you look back at Yoongi, who is too busy looking at his watch to notice your elated expression. Your smile falters, but you try not to let it show as you turn back to the front.

You stand on the stage for a bit, wishing Namjoon was here before you hear Yoongi clear his throat behind you, letting you know he's waiting for your signal. You simply wave at him, not bothering to turn around as you hear the piano start up again. You hear the introduction to Yoongi's song, then you hear it again, and then again before the music stops.

"Y/N." Yoongi whispers.

Your head snaps up and you see the audience staring back at you, waiting. "S-sorry." You mumble. "Start it again please."

You hear Yoongi sigh before he starts the song again. This time, you come in, but you're a bit early. It throws you off and during the rest of the song, you forget words, you sing wrong notes; it's as if you've never sang this song before in your life. As the music fades out, the auditorium stays eerily quiet. You can feel your heart begin to race in your chest as tears of frustration begin to well up in your eyes.

"Um... Do you want to try that again?" Your teacher asks, but before he has even finished the question, you disappear, sprinting off stage in the wake of your humiliation. You run down to the dressing room and lock yourself in one of the empty bathrooms as your panicked mind takes it's hold on you. You lean against the sink, nearly folding in on yourself, disappointed and frustrated. What the hell happened to you up there? You've never messed up that song before, not that badly. Yoongi's going to be so upset with you.

As if waiting for the perfect opportunity, someone knocks on the door. "Y/N? Are you in there?" It's Yoongi. Of course it's Yoongi. "Don't make me find a key Y/N-ah." You wipe your nose before walking over and unlocking the door, opening just a crack before Yoongi barges in and locks the door behind him. "What the hell was that?" He hisses as he turns to face you.

"I'm s-sorry. I didn't-"

"Want to tell me why you can suddenly do that French song perfectly, but can't do mine for shit?" Yoongi growls. "Jesus Christ Y/N, are you trying to embarrass me?"

"No, of course not."

"Then get your shit together."

" Yoongi!" You yell to finally catch his attention. Yoongi finally looks at you and notices the State you're in.

"Ah, Y/N-ah. What's going on?" He asks, his voice softer now.

"Yoongi, I don't appreciate it when you talk to me like that."

"I'm sorry jagiya. I just... I have a lot riding on tonight, you know? Those industry people will be here," He sighs. " I'm just nervous."

"That doesn't give you the right to say those things to me."

"I'm sorry, I know." He leans over and places a kiss on your forehead. "Clean yourself up, yeah? Let's get through this together." He squeezes your shoulders before turning around and heading back out of the bathroom. 

You lock the door once more and sit on the counter next to the sink, curling into a ball as tears stream down your face. You pull out your phone and dial the only person on earth that you want to speak to.

"Hello?"

"Jin? Have you left yet?"

"No, I'm still getting ready, what's up?"

"Um, is Joon there?"

"Yeah, one sec." You hear Jin call for Namjoon before you hear his voice on the line.

"Hello?"

"Joon I can't do this." You whimper.

"Y/N-ah? Woah, woah, what's going on?"

"I can't do this. I got up on stage for rehearsal and froze. I was so bad, I can't go back out there."

"Hey, it's okay, just-"

"Even Yoongi said I was embarrassing him and-"

"Y/N, hush." Namjoon interrupts you. "Take a deep breath for me." You follow his instructions, taking a slow shaky breath to help calm yourself down. "Now, you are going to go get ready for your performance. You're going to walk up on that stage and you're going to do an amazing job."

"But Joon-"

"No. Y/N-ah, look down at your hand. Do you see that ring?"

"...Yes."

"I am right there with you, okay? This is going to be your best performance ever. Just think about what I told you last night."

"The lyrics."

"Exactly. Think about the meaning of the lyrics, and just let the feelings flow through you. Your vocal chords know what to do, you just have to let them." It's silent for a moment before Namjoon speaks again. "Okay?"

You let out a soft sigh as you wipe your tears. "How do you always know what to say?"

"Because I know you Y/N-ah. Now get out there and kick this performance's ass, you hear me?"

"I promise."

"Good. I'll talk to you later tonight so you can tell me how amazing you did, yeah?"

"Okay. Thank you Joonie."

"Of course. Bye Y/N-ah."

"Bye."

You hang up the phone and climb off the counter, splashing your face with some cold water to make your eyes less puffy, before heading back out to the dressing room. You grab your bag, sit in front of your designated mirror, and start on your makeup.

You glam yourself up to the fullest. Namjoon's right, this is going to be your best performance, and you want everyone to remember your face. You're determined now more than ever, you've got a fire burning inside you and you're ready to show the world, or at least the audience, what you can do.

At three o'clock exactly the recital starts. You walk up to Yoongi backstage who smiles when he sees you.

"There's my beautiful girlfriend." He whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a kiss against your temple. You roll your eyes, knowing he's not referring to your presence, but to the fact that you're now wearing makeup. You stand backstage, watching those that go on before you from behind Yoongi's shoulder until the girl before you is halfway through her song. Yoongi grabs your arm and pulls you forward, placing his hands on your shoulders and whispering in your ear.

"We can do this jagiya."

You nod, closing your eyes; feeling his breath on your neck, listening to the sound of the applause, your heart beating faster in your chest. You open your eyes once more to see the girl walking off stage toward the opposite wing. For a few moments it's silent, then you hear your teacher's voice through the speakers.

"Please welcome senior soloist, Y/N, accompanied by senior pianist Min Yoongi. Performing together two selections, the first composed by John Paul White, the second written and composed by Min Yoongi." There's a small burst of clapping from Yoongi's classmates at the mention of his piece and the two of you walk out on stage.

You take a deep breath and walk up to the microphone, steeling your nerves and twisting the ring around your finger as you quickly scan the audience for familiar faces. Yoongi begins to play and you squeeze the ring. Namjoon is here with you, you can do this, just think about the lyrics.

"Quand je marche dans la rue

La rue vers le Sacré-Cœur"

Thankfully, you're remembering the words, but you only remember the translation for the chorus.

"Je, je vais t'attendre là

Viendras-tu pour moi?

Je vais t'attendre là

Seulement toi..."

I, I'll wait for you there

Will you come for me?

I'll wait for you there

Only you…

You only make it about halfway through the song before you start to think. "Only you". Did you pick this song for Yoongi? Or maybe, did you subconsciously choose it for someone else you wished was around to hear it. You can't help but feel for the ring on your finger as you reach the end of the song.

"Seulement toi, Seulement toi…"

Yoongi finishes playing and the audience begins to clap. You hear someone cheering and turn in that direction as you recognize Jin's loud voice, giggling a bit when you spot him.The applause quiets down as Yoongi begins to play the introduction to his song, the sad melody ringing out through the auditorium as you begin to sing, this time focusing solely on the lyrics.

"The fallen flowers scattered by the season

Remains alone, lonely and sad

The sky without the stars is sad

Like the falling rain, it is crying

Flowers bloom and wither, just like my heart

Tell me with the wind

When the first snow falls, my wish will come true

I believe in that, an earnest wish

If you know my longing heart

Please come back to me..."

You don't realize it until the song ends and your focus is brought back to the present, but there are tears rolling down your cheeks as the last few notes are played. You reach up and wipe away the tears, not knowing the reason behind them until the audience starts clapping and you hear a familiar voice calling your name.

"Yeah Y/N-ah!"

Namjoon? You scan the audience, but the lights are so bright you can't see anyone's face.You feel someone grab your hand and look over to see Yoongi next to you, nodding toward the audience as he bows. You quickly follow suit before waving as Yoongi leads you off stage.

As soon as you get into the wings, Yoongi pulls you in for a Kiss, holding you against him as his mouth presses against yours.

"You were incredible. " He mumbles against your lips, before pulling back. "What's this?" He reaches up to cup your cheek. "Are you crying again? What's with all the tears today baby?"

"Just really got into your lyrics I guess." You state, trying to squirm out of his grasp. "I-I have to go check something, I'll be right back." You finally manage to slip past him and rush out of the wings, heading up the back hallway to the front lobby.

You and Yoongi were the last to go on so it won't be long before people begin to have, which only gives you a small window to find Namjoon before he leaves to avoid being seen. Meanwhile, the lyrics of Yoongi's song play over and over in your head. Why won't these words leave your mind? Just as you reach the lobby, you hear the auditorium doors crack open. No, no, not yet. You look around, but you don't see anyone until you look out of the large glass windows in the front where you notice a familiar silhouette opening the door to a cab outside. You burst through the doors in one last effort.

"Joon!" You call, out of breath from running. The figure stops and turns toward you, his hat pulled low over his face, but you can just make out the dimpled smile you know so well before he ducks into the car and shuts the door.

You feel warm, not just from running, but your heart, it feels full. Namjoon came to your show. He risked being noticed and found out just to come watch you. You smile to yourself as you hear your name being called behind you.

"Y/N-ah." It's your dad. "What are you doing out here?"

"Nothing." You turn and walk back toward the building. "Just wanted some fresh air." You state as you pass through the doors. 

Your father leads you through the crowd as you receive several "great job" and "you were amazing" congratulatory remarks from strangers until you reach the small circle where your mother, Jin, and Jin's parents are waiting.

"Y/N-ah!" Your mother exclaims when she sees you, pulling you into a tight hug and squishing the flowers she's holding in between you. "I'm so proud of you!" She pulls back and hands you the flowers. "You were so beautiful." She states, on the verge of tears.

"Aish, not again." Your father groans, rolling his eyes and handing your mom a tissue. You giggle as Jin's parents congratulate you on a job well done before Jin grabs you and squeezes the breath out of you.

"My incredibly talented best friend!" He shouts, making sure the entire room hears him.

"Jin!" You hiss, embarrassed by his antics as per usual, trying to get out of his hold, but he refuses to let you go. You beat on his chest until a shadow appears out of the corner of your eye and your mom speaks again.

“Yoongi! It’s good to see you again dear, your song was so beautiful.”

“Ah, thank you. You’re too kind.” When Yoongi speaks, Jin lets you go, resting his hand on your shoulder as he very obviously sizes Yoongi up. “You must be Seokjin.” Yoongi bows politely before extending his hand.

Jin accepts the outstretched hand and shakes it a bit roughly. “You can call me Jin.”

“Nice to meet you Jin.”

“Likewise.” Jin lets go and removes his hand from your shoulder.

You quickly introduce Yoongi to Jin’s parents before your parents remind you of the dinner reservation. You nod, waving as you and Yoongi walk back toward the dressing rooms to gather your things.

“Jin uh… Jin seems nice.” Yoongi remarks as you lean down to grab your bag.

“Yeah, he’s great.”

“A little protective though.” He chuckles.

You shrug as you both start walking toward the exit. “He’s like my older brother, what did you expect? We’ve basically been friends since I was born.”

“Ah yeah I guess so. He’s the one who, um… Who had a brother right?”

“His name is Namjoon.”

“Is?” Yoongi looks at you as he opens the door.

“Yes, ‘is’. Just because he’s not here doesn’t mean that isn’t his name.”

“You guys must’ve been close.” You nod. “He drowned, right?” Yoongi asks.

“I don’t- I don’t want to talk about it.” You state trying to avoid the subject so you don’t accidentally say something.

 “Man, what a shitty way to go. I can’t even imagine. You were there, weren’t you?”

“I just said I don’t want to talk about it.” You snap.

“Alright, jesus.” Yoongi huffs as you reach his car. You climb in and throw your stuff in the backseat as Yoongi does the same before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

You sit in silence as you drive the short distance to the restaurant, for some reason dreading the experience waiting for you. Yoongi’s only going to talk about himself, and your parents are going to want to know every detail. When you arrive, you hop out and Yoongi grabs your hand as he ushers you into the restaurant, looking around for your parents before leading you over to the table. You both sit down and begin small talk as you wait for drinks until you feel a hand on your shoulder.

“Didn’t start without me I hope?”

“Jin!” You squeak, your face lighting up as he sits in the empty chair next to you.

“Of course not,” Your mother says. “We only just ordered drinks.”

“Perfect.”

With Jin at your side, dinner is bearable. He plays nice with Yoongi, thankfully, and the two actually seem to get along pretty well. You suppose you were worried for no reason. By the time dessert rolls around, all five of you are laughing at Jin’s terrible jokes and Yoongi’s seamless rebuttals and you’re grateful that your mind can focus on something rather than wander so aimlessly as it has the last few days.

As you all leave the restaurant, You wave goodbye to your parents as they parked in the opposite direction, and the boys walk with you over to their cars as they chit chat.

“Are you ready to head home Y/N-ah?” Jin asks, unlocking his car.

Before you can say yes, Yoongi answers for you. “Actually Y/N’s staying at my place tonight.” You look at Yoongi in question and he squeezes your waist tightly. Jin looks at you to make sure it's okay before he nods, gives you a hug, and then climbs into his car. You wave goodbye as he drives away while Yoongi opens the car door for you. After you're seated, he shuts the door and runs over to his own side, getting in and quickly starting the car.

As you drive, you find yourself once again thinking about the lyrics to Yoongi's song and humming them to yourself during the short ride. It isn't long before you pull up in front of Yoongi's apartment, still humming as you grab your things and exit the car. You follow Yoongi inside and up the stairs, waiting while he unlocks his door. He lets you in first and you kick off your shoes before heading to the kitchen to get some water, trying to cancel out at least a little bit of the alcohol you consumed at dinner.

As you sip from your glass, you notice the time. "Jesus. Is it nine o'clock already? How long were we at dinner?"

"Too long." Yoongi states, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. " It's been a long day. Let's go to bed, hm?"

You nod. "I didn't realize how tired I was." You admit. It's true, it's as though all of your exhaustion from the day's events has finally caught up to you.

Yoongi smirks as you finish your glass, taking your hand once you're finished and leading you to his bedroom. You grab your t-shirt from earlier in the day out of your bag that Yoongi must've brought back for you and reach around to undo your dress before Yoongi stops you.

"Let me help you with that." He offers, walking over to help. He takes his time, slowly dragging the zipper down your back as he groans in your ear. "You looked so good up on that stage tonight jagiya."

"Yoongi, you didn't even see the front of me." You giggle.

"I didn't have to." He growls, placing a kiss on your neck. "Your ass looked fucking amazing in this dress." 

He slaps your ass for emphasis, startling you before tugging at the sleeves of your dress to help you pull them down, helping you to step out of the gown. He hangs the dress up for you as you slip your shirt on, which actually happens to be Namjoon's shirt. You smile to yourself, looking at the ring on your finger as you reach into your bag and pull out your makeup wipes.

When Yoongi sees you heading for the bathroom, he stops you, taking the wipes from your hand and tossing them back into your bag. "Don't take it off yet." He commands, reaching up to cup your face and resting his thumb on your lower lip before he gets a better idea. He quickly tosses you onto the bed and crawls on top of you, pressing his lips to your neck.

"Yoongi..." You try to speak, but he shushes you by slipping his thumb into your mouth and sitting up to look at you.

"God you look so fucking hot." "He groans, slipping his thumb back out of your mouth and dragging it down over your lips, smearing your lipstick across your face.

"Yoongi I-"

He quiets you again by pressing his lips to yours. "You have no idea how badly I've wanted to fuck you today. How hard I've been for you." He mumbles against your lips as one of his hands slides down your body and starts to rub you over your panties.

You try to close your legs as Yoongi shoves his tongue into your mouth, but it proves impossible as Yoongi has settled himself between your thighs and is now rubbing himself against you, his erection straining against his dress pants. When Yoongi pulls back to breath, you turn your head.

"Yoongi stop." You push him away from you.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I'm... I just- I'm not in the mood." You mumble.

"Are you kidding?" Yoongi groans as he sits up, clearly agitated. "You're still on your bullshit from earlier?"

"W-what?" You squeak. "What do you mean?"

"The whole running offstage and locking yourself in the bathroom bit. You're so dramatic lately."

"That wasn't a bit. I was having a panic attack."

"Okay, but we haven't had sex in three days, normally you're begging for it by now. And I know you don't think I believed that fake ass orgasm. I can fake better than that."

"I'm not in the mood, can't you just drop it?" Yoongi rolls his eyes as he gets off the bed. "I'm sorry, I just have a lot going on right now."

"Since when?"

"Since almost a week ago, you'd know that if you paid attention to anyone but yourself.”

"Me?" He scoffs.

"Yes, you. Everywhere we go, it's always about you."

"You're such a spoiled fucking brat."

"Excuse me?" You sit up.

"You heard me."

You stare at him incredulously. "Are you fucking kidding?"

"You expect everything to be handed to you, and when something doesn't go your way, or it gets too hard, you lock yourself away. It's no wonder you never let anyone in, it's a nightmare. I never should've let you move back home for the summer. Now I'll have to crack you open again."

Tears begin to well up in your eyes. "The reason I don't let people in is because of shit like this. Last time I let someone in they died-"

"Oh yes, we all know your story is so tragic." Yoongi interrupts, turning around to pick up your clothes off the floor. "The tragic secret story you won't even talk to me about. I'm tired of your fucking secrets."

"I'd talk to you if you'd listen!" You yell, tears falling onto your cheeks. "And you want to talk about secrets? How about your mysterious secret life Mr. Agust D? At least now I know where you'd sneak off to when you ditched me."

Yoongi whips around to face you. "I didn't tell you because I knew you'd turn it into some big deal when it isn't! Case and point!" He gestures at the two of you.

"Yoongi you had this whole other life that you were keeping from me! Of course it's a big deal!"

"God, you're impossible. I can't deal with you anymore!" Yoongi throws your clothes on the bed and grabs his keys. "I'm glad this recital's over because so are we. When I come back, you and all of your shit had better be gone." 

“Y-Yoongi, wait!”

“What?” He hisses. 

Someone flips a switch inside you and you decide instead of begging him to stay and talk it out, you need to get one last dig at him. “They were all faked. Every single orgasm.” And with that he storms out of the bedroom and you hear the front door open and slam shut.

You sit there in shocked silence for a few minutes, tears streaming down your face until you come back to your senses and scramble to find your phone. You pick it up and immediately dial Jin's number.

"Miss me already?” Jin says when he picks up.

"Jin can you come get me?" You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with the back of your hand.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" Jin's playful demeanor disappears and is replaced by his concerned big brother voice.

"I'm at Yoongi's apartment." You give him the address. "We just got into this huge fight and he broke up with me." You whimper, your voice cracking. "He told me to be gone by the time he gets back."

"I'm already on my way. I can be there in five minutes."

"Thank you..." You mumble through your tears.

"I'll be right there Y/N-ah." He reassures you as he hangs up.

You sigh deeply before getting up and slipping on your pants, gathering your things and looking for anything you might have left at Yoongi's the last time you were here. After you're sure you have everything stuffed into your bag, you slip your shoes on, remove Yoongi's apartment key off your keyring and place it on the kitchen counter before walking out the door and down the stairs to wait for Jin.

It doesn't take him long, you only wait on the sidewalk for a minute or so before Jin pulls up in front of you, but it's not him that gets out of the car and wraps you tightly in his arms, it's Namjoon.

"Y/N-ah!" Namjoon squeezes you tightly. "Are you alright?" He pulls back and looks at your smudged lipstick. "He didn't hit you, did he?"

"No, nothing like that, but J-Joon, what are you doing here?" You sniffle as he grabs your bag and tosses it in the front seat. Namjoon climbs into the back and pats the seat next to him, signaling for you to join him. You hop in and shut the door behind you, leaning into Namjoon's waiting arms as Jin starts to drive away.

"I was at an underground thing." Namjoon explains. Hyung was coming to get me, so I was about ready to leave when I saw Agust- er, Yoongi come in. I wanted to see which of his songs he was going to do and maybe record it for you when he started rapping these new lyrics about how relationships never work out and how upset he was, and I knew something must've happened between you two. I came outside just as hyung pulled up and he was talking to you."

"What an asshole.. " You mumble.

"Y/N, what happened?" Jin asks.

You're so used to telling Jin every little detail, but you're not used to telling Namjoon, which causes you to hesitate as you figure out what to say. "He- well... He wanted to... He wanted to fool around when we got home, I guess and when I-I told him I didn't want to he just blew up." You tell the boys about all of the things Yoongi said to you, your tears starting to fall again as Namjoon pulls you closer.

"It's over now Y/N-ah." He shushes you softly. "Let's just get you home."

You nod into his chest and snuggle closer, breathing in Namjoon's comforting scent as Jin pulls onto the highway. You begin to finally relax, in fact, you relax so much that you end up falling asleep in Namjoon's arms, only to wake up when Jin pulls into their driveway.

"Are we home already?" You ask, stretching as you sit up.

"Unfortunately, yes, and you can't sleep in the car so you have to get up." Jin states as he turns the car off. You nod and climb out of the car, grabbing your bag from the front seat as Namjoon crawls out behind you and closes the door for you.

"Come on." Namjoon puts his warm hands on your shoulders, let's unawesome popcorn and put on a movie, yeah?"

"Actually, I think I'm just going to head home if that's okay."

"Are you sure Y/N-ah?" Jin asks as he walks around the car to where you're standing.

"I'm sure." You nod. "I just really want to sleep. It's been a long day."

"Alright." Jin pulls you in for a quick hug. "Call us if you need anything, okay?" He lets you go and walks toward the house as you're pulled into another pair of arms.

"You deserve so much better than him Y/N. You're amazing"

"Joonie," You smile at his words. "Thank you. For everything today."

"Of course." He pulls back and cups your face. "I'll always be here for you."

"And thanks for coming... You know, to my show."

Namjoon laughs at this. "Wouldn't have missed it for the world." He leans forward and places a kiss on the top of your head before giving you one last hug and saying goodnight.

You wave as you cross the street and head into your house. You lock the front door behind you and thank god that no one's awake so you don't have to explain anything. You trudge upstairs into your room and deposit your bag on the floor on your way to the shower, wanting to wash all evidence of the day's events off of you. When you're finished, you slip into some pajamas and then collapse into bed, not allowing your brain time to think as you quickly fall asleep.

.

You don't leave your house for a week. You didn't realize how hard this breakup was going to hit you, but it feels like a train full of bricks. You and Yoongi were only together for five months, but the things he said make it extremely difficult for you to get up and do things. You've received several offers to do things too, in fact, you don't think Jin and Namjoon understand the concept of 'I'd like to be alone' with how many times they've texted and called the past few days. You know they're just being good friends, but you really just wanted a little time to yourself.

Today, however, Jin said it would be okay if you did nothing as long as you did it with them. So here you are, fresh out of your depression shower, dressed, and ready to see the sun for the first time in, well, a week. You slip on your shoes and open the door, wincing as the late afternoon summer sun hits your eyes. You want nothing more than to crawl back into your bed and sleep until dinner, but you suppose it'll be good to get out of the house, even if you're just going across the street.

You groan as you shut the door behind you and then trudge across the road, knocking on Jin's door as you walk in, nearly smacking into Jin as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

"You're here!" He cheers, pulling you into a tight hug. You only grunt in response. "Did you eat yet? Mom's making lunch.” He states as he pulls you toward the kitchen.

Your stomach suddenly rumbles, reminding you that you haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. " N-no, not yet." You admit walking into the kitchen as your nose is graced with a myriad of delectable scents.

"Y/N-ah!" Jin's mom, Soohee smiles when she sees you walk in, her gloved hands covered in kimchi. "Are you here for lunch honey?"

You nod. "If you'll have me."

"Of course, you know you're always welcome here. Seokjinnie," She turns to Jin. "Where's your brother?"

Jin shrugs as he sits down at the table. "Doing something in his room I think."

Before Jin is scolded, you cut in. "I can go get him." You offer. Might as well be at least a little useful.

"Ah thank you honey. Tell him lunch is almost ready!"

You nod again as you turn and head toward the stairs, walking up both flights before knocking on the door to Jin's room. There's no answer, so you open the door to see it's empty.

"Joon?" You call as you walk in, looking toward the bathroom, but he's not in there either. Jin must've meant Namjoon's actual room. You walk over to Jin's closet and open the door, kneeling down to see the tiny door is already cracked open. You lean forward and push the door open to behold a sight possibly more shocking than the first time you opened this door.

Namjoon is sitting in his computer chair, mostly facing away from you, but you know what he's doing. From the quick up and down motion of his arm to the soft grunts and moans filling the air, it isn't hard to tell exactly what Namjoon is up to. Your eyes go wide in panic as you realize what you just stumbled upon. You quickly and silently move to close the door when the next sound out of Namjoon's mouth stops you.

"Y/N-ah..."

You freeze in place with your hands on the door. Have you been caught? You look up to see Namjoon hasn’t moved and you shake your head. Your tired brain is pulling tricks on you. But then it happens again.

"Oh god, Y/N-ah..."

And again.

"Fuuuuck Y/N, shit that feels so good baby."

Oh shit. The sound of your name leaving Namjoon's lips in such a lewd manner sets your body alight. Suddenly your stomach feels hot, and your face flushes as you quickly shut the door and take a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself down. You feel bad for interrupting, but you've already been lingering too long. When you feel calm enough, you knock on the door, louder than you need to just to make sure he hears you before calling out.

"Joon?"

You hear a loud crashing sound before there's a response. "Y-Y/N?"

"Yeah. Lunch is almost ready."

"O-oh, uh, o-okay. I'll um... I'll be right there!" You can hear just how flustered he is in his voice and you hope that means he doesn't know you were listening. You quickly head back downstairs and take a seat just as Soohee places the last of the plates full of wrap ingredients onto the table. When she sees you back at the table she smiles.

"Where's Namjoon-ah?"

"He said he'd be down in a minute." On cue, you hear the thumping of Namjoon's feet coming down the stairs, causing your face to flush involuntarily.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Jin asks, looking at you quizzically. "Your face is all red."

You smack his hand away as he reaches out to touch you. "I'm fine, just haven't moved this much in the last week." You mumble.

"Speaking of," Soohee starts as she and Namjoon sit down. "Where have you been Y/N, dear? We haven't seen you since that beautiful performance of yours and that handsome piano player. He's your boyfriend, right? That's what your mother said. How long have you two- What?" You look up to see a confused expression on her face as Jin and Namjoon both make gestures to get her to stop talking.

You chuckle at their efforts. "It's okay guys." You grab one of Jin's hands to make him stop. "Actually, Yoongi and I got into a rather large fight that night after the performance so we're not together anymore." You explain.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. You must be heartbroken."

"I'll be okay." You assure her.

"Nothing a good meal and some company can't fix." Namjoon declares, smiling at you from across the table. His gaze causes your heart to race, so you look down at your plate to avoid it, the image of him pleasuring himself still so fresh in your mind.

After what feels like a very awkward lunch on your end, you and the boys head upstairs to the game room to relax. You plop yourself down on the couch as the boys start up a video game. They play round after round while you sit, watching, giggling to yourself every time they die, which is a lot. You don't realize how much time has passed until Soohee comes upstairs, telling you that she's leaving to meet their dad for dinner and hands Jin money for takeout.

You all wave goodbye and then Jin calls out for pizza while you yell at him on the phone to make sure he gets stuffed crust. The boys play a few more rounds as you wait for your food. You're more into it now, laughing out loud when they die, arguing with them over strategy, and just generally having a good time for the first time in a week. When the doorbell rings, Jin gets up and goes to get the food, leaving you alone with Namjoon.

An awkwardness that you're pretty sure only you can feel settles in the room. Should you admit that you saw what he was doing? Would it be that bad? You could get past it, right? You take a deep breath, but before you can say anything, Namjoon hits you with a question out of nowhere.

"Hey Y/N, you... You've had sex, right?"

Oh god. Of all days to ask you this, it had to be today? "W-what?"

"Sex. You know... You've- you- you're not... um."

"I mean, yeah. I have..." You admit, curious to see where he's going with this.

He nods, thinking for a moment. "What... what's it like?"

Your eyebrows furrow in a mix of surprise and confusion. You realize that with Namjoon pretending to be dead all these years, he's never had the opportunities that you and Jin have, including the opportunity for a romantic relationship or sex. "Wouldn't that question be better suited for Jin?"

"I've asked him before, but all he really said was 'it's great' which doesn't really explain anything."

"Well, I mean it's... It depends on the person you're with, you know? With some people you don't feel anything, but with other people it's... better, I guess."

"You guess?"

You shrug. "I mean, it feels good, it's just... I don't know, it's hard to explain. It's like… personally, I've never had that 'oh my god' moment, you know? Like the one you see in movies and... well, porn... and stuff." God where is Jin to interrupt this conversation?

"Do you mean... You've never had an orgasm?" His eyebrows raise.

"Not at the hands of another person..." You confess.

"Really?"

You nod. "Not to make things seem terrible. Other than that it's nice, and I'm sure you- you would, it's just harder for girls I guess."

"Well, it can't be that hard." Namjoon scoots closer to you. "If you can do it yourself..." And closer. Your breathing picks up as your heart begins to race. Too many emotions are running through your head as the scent of Namjoon's soap hits your nose. You panic inwardly as he moves even closer, his eyes half-lidded much like they were that day at the pond right before he kissed you. You can't, can you? You exhale shakily and then close your eyes as you feel Namjoon's hand on your knee. Whatever's about to happen will happen. Would it really be so bad to kiss him again? Would it-

"Pizza time!" Jin calls as he enters the room, causing you and Namjoon to spring apart. Thankfully Jin doesn't even catch it as he sits back down in his spot between the two of you.

Your brain spirals as you eat. Did you really almost kiss Namjoon? What's wrong with you? You just broke up with Yoongi a week ago. And right in front of Jin? Are you completely insane?

The boys go back to their game after dinner, and you watch. Not the game, your eyes are focused solely on Namjoon. You study him; his soft eyes, his flat nose, his plump lips, his dimples, the way his chin juts out as he concentrates; are your feelings from so many years ago resurfacing? No, they couldn't be. You pushed them all away, right?

They decide to eventually call it quits around two in the morning, which is good because you were falling asleep during the last few rounds. You pick yourself up off the couch and stretch your stiff limbs before mumbling a goodbye. Just as you turn on your heels, Jin stops you.

"Why don't you just crash here?" He asks. "It's not like we don't have the room."

You hesitate, glancing over at Namjoon to see the hopeful look on his face. "T-that's okay." You shake your head.

"Come on, we can get the big futon out like when we were younger. It'll be just like old times, right?" He looks at Namjoon who nods happily.

God, curse you for not being able to say no to these two. "Fine." You relent.

A few minutes later, you're laying on your back on the futon in the game room between Jin and Namjoon, as you drew the short straw and had to take the middle spot. You lay there, listening to the sounds of the house as Jin begins to snore on your right. It's suspiciously quiet on your left side, but you don't dare look, or move. In fact, you're trying your best to hide your breathing.

You lay there for what feels like forever, but the clock on the table says it's only been two hours. You try your hardest to close your eyes, but they just keep popping back open. That's when it hits you, you have to pee. Shit. As carefully as you can, you wiggle yourself out from underneath the blanket and shimmy off the futon, only standing when your body touches the cold floor.

You walk out into the hallway and make your way to the nearest bathroom, like you did so many times when you were younger. You quickly do your business and then wash your hands before staring at yourself in the mirror, gripping the sink. Just go to sleep, it's not like it's that hard. Stop thinking about Namjoon's warm body beside you and just sleep! You dry your hands and then head back to the game room.

For a moment, you debate sleeping on the couch, but without a blanket, you'll freeze. You sigh quietly as you walk over to the futon and wiggle yourself back into your spot, trying your best to relax as you close your eyes. Finally, your eyes start to feel tired, but just as you feel yourself drifting off, you feel movement on your left side.

"Y/N-ah?" A sleepy whisper of your name graces your ears.

You try your best to sound like you were sleeping. "Mmhm?"

"Where'd you go?" Namjoon mumbles.

"Just had to use the bathroom. Go back to sleep Joon."

"Mm." You hear him grunt and then as you think he's rolling back over, you relax, until you feel his body move closer, and then feel an arm drape across your stomach. Your heart immediately begins to race as you feel Namjoon's hot breath on your shoulder. "Is this okay?" He mutters, sleep still lacing his words.

You think for a moment. Is it okay? Honestly, it kind of feels nice, having his warm body pressed up against yours. You feel safe in his arms. "Yeah, it's okay." You say, relaxing in his hold. He sighs happily, pulling you tighter. Suddenly, the words to Yoongi's song pop into your head.

If you know my longing heart

Please come back to me…

.

"Wake up! Come on everyone, breakfast is ready."

You groan as you're woken up by Soohee's happy voice, rubbing your eyes to try and get them to stay open.

"God, what time is it?" Jin whines.

"Too Early." You mumble, trying to pull the covers back up around you. "How long did we sleep for? An hour?"

"Maybe two?" Namjoon groans.

"I want you all down here in five minutes or you're not eating!" Soohee yells.

You whine as you sit up, stretching your arms up over your head before sighing as you get to your feet, joining the boys as the three of you head downstairs to the kitchen. Soohee greets you all with a big smile as the three of you load your plates up with all the food she prepared.

When you finish, you head back upstairs and grab your things, saying goodbye as you open the door. Before you can leave, however, Namjoon grabs your arm to stop you.

"Y/N, wait!" He smiles as, unbeknownst to him, your heart thuds in your chest.

"Y-yeah?"

"Let's do something tomorrow. The three of us." He nods at Jin as the elder boy walks out of the kitchen.

"Like what? We can't really... go anywhere. Can we?" You ask. 

Jin smacks Namjoon on the back playfully. "I'm sure we can think of something." He states.

"Alright." You nod. "Just let me know."

"Will do!" Namjoon smiles even wider as you wave one last time before heading back to your own house.

.

For the next three days, it pours down rain, forcing you all to postpone your plans, what you're told will be a picnic, until the weather clears up. During one of those stormy days, you get an email from an entertainment producer saying she loved you at the recital and wants to hire you as a solo artist at her company in Seoul as soon as possible. While you're thrilled, you're also conflicted. You just got Namjoon back in your life, do you really want to leave him so soon? You decide to think it over before responding. 

On the fourth day, you wake up to the sun shining and birds chirping and... Phone ringing? You pick it up to hear Namjoon's voice, who tells you to put on comfortable walking shoes and meet him outside in twenty minutes. At this point, there's nothing you can do but comply.

.

"Joon this is not what I signed up for!" You yell at him the best you can with your lungs burning the way they are. It's an hour later, and you're currently hiking up Namjoon's favorite mountain for your picnic. Jin, of course, ended up having to go to work, so it's just the two of you on this mountain that "no one ever climbs" because of the mudslide six years ago. Park rangers declared it too dangerous, so of course, Namjoon comes here all the time, plus it's right next to his house.

"Come on Y/N-ah, we're almost there!" He calls back, stopping where he is to wait for you. When you catch up, you stop too, bracing your hands on your knees as you try to breathe.

"Why... Am I... Doing this... Again?" You ask him as he hands you your water bottle.

"Because exercise is good for you! It releases endorphins which make you happy!" He explains.

You hold up your middle finger to him as you gulp down water like a fish. "Fuck you." You gasp, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

"I promise, It'll be worth it." He states, putting your bottle back in his backpack for you. "Don't you trust me?" He pouts.

"Just walk so we can get this over with." You growl, following after Namjoon as he starts to walk again, trying your best to keep up this time.

After about fifteen more minutes of walking, Namjoon grabs your hand and tugs you over to a group of large, overgrown trees whose branches twist together.

"We're here!" Namjoon cheers, pulling you carefully through the entanglement of wooden limbs.

"Where?" You ask, not seeing anything but more trees.

Namjoon doesn't answer, he just keeps pulling your arm until you finally break through the trees into a clearing, and this time, it's not the hike that takes your breath away. You stand on top of a small cliff next to a waterfall that empties into a small spring about twenty feet below you.

"Joon... Where... How did you find this place?"

"Well, when you're dead, you have a lot of time on your hands." He shrugs. "I've been all over this mountain, but this place," He looks around and sighs. "It's special to me."

"It's beautiful." You walk over to the edge of the rocks and look down. "How deep is it?"

"Deeper than you'd think." He chuckles, walking over to look with you. "It's about twelve feet in the middle, but it's pretty deep up until the edges." You immediately pull off your tank top and begin unbuttoning your shorts. "Wh-what are you doing?" He asks, clearly nervous as you step out of your shorts and kick off your shoes.

"I'm getting in." You state, reaching around to unclasp your bra.

"You're going swimming? N-naked?"

You hold your bra against you as you turn to face him. "It's like a thousand degrees out here, we just hiked for three hours, I'm hot, I'm sweaty, I'm going swimming.” You turn back to face the cliff and let your bra drop before slipping out of your panties. "And I don't want to walk around in wet clothes or underwear afterwards. You said no one comes here, so who cares?" You look at him over your shoulder. "You can stay here and sweat, I'm going swimming.”

You take a deep breath, feeling Namjoon's eyes on you as you step forward and then jump. You scream in delight on the way down until you hit the water, your body momentarily shocked from both the impact and the temperature of the water. You gasp, smiling as you resurface and then turning to see Namjoon staring at you from atop the cliff.

"What are you waiting for?" You yell at him. "Come on chicken!"

"Oh that does it!" Namjoon calls back. You watch as he strips his shirt off, stepping back out of view as he removes the rest of his clothes. It's quiet for a moment and you close your eyes, relaxing in the water until you hear Namjoon Tarzan yelling. You open your eyes just in time to see him land in the water about a foot away from you, creating a huge splash. You giggle as he bursts through the surface. "Holy shit it's cold!" He exclaims.

"But it feels good, yeah?" You send a small splash his way.

He nods in agreement. "As many times as I've been up here, I've never actually gotten more than my legs wet, let alone jump off the rocks naked." He admits.

"How could you resist?"

He shrugs. "Well for starters, I didn't have someone in here to call me chicken." He splashes you back.

The two of you swim around for a bit, venturing under the waterfall, diving under the water, splashing each other, but remaining a respectful distance away, so as not to risk any accidental glimpses of each other's nude bodies. As you come out from under the waterfall again, you notice Namjoon studying you.

"What?" You question, half smiling as you wonder what's on his mind.

"I guess… I guess you've changed. The Y/N I knew would've never jumped like that."

Now it's your turn to shrug.  "Someone I once knew told me that life's too short to be afraid."

"I guess we don't really know each other as well as we used to." He realizes.

"Well, that depends."

"On?"

You chuckle. "On how much Jin told you over the years."

"Ah," Namjoon smiles. "Not much I'm afraid. He told me what you were up to when I'd ask, but he never actually told me about you."

You swim in his direction just enough that you're not tempted to look. "I'd like to think I'm still me."

"You're definitely you." Namjoon agrees. "I just... I feel like things have changed so much since..."

"Of course things changed, we had to grow up and… Move forward."

Namjoon nods again as a guilty look graces his features and he avoids your gaze. "I really am sorry Y/N. I never wanted to lie to you." He laments.

"I know Joon..." You mumble. "It was hard on all of us."

"But it shouldn't have been." He states. "If I had just done what I was supposed to do-"

"You still would've been gone." You remind him.

"But I wouldn't have hurt you like I did." He says, swimming closer to you.

"Honestly, I would've rather you die again instead of go away. I don't think I ever would've been able to forget you like I would've had to if they'd taken you." You admit.

"Really?"

"Yeah. If you had gone into the military and I knew where, I don't know if I would've stayed away from you. I probably would've tried to break you out and we'd still be on the run in Egypt or something today."

"Why? I mean... Why would you have risked your life for me?"

"I don't know." You shrug. "I was young and stupid and I was in lo-" You stop when you realize what you were about to say, but you're too late.

"You were... In love with me?"

Your cheeks flush. "W-well..." You sigh. You've been caught. "I mean... yeah. I-I was."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I realized too late." You mumble as he swims up in front of you, his eyes on your face only.

"I thought I could just push it away. That I could ignore it when you left and eventually it would go away." You explain.

He cups your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "And now?"

"And now..." Your gaze flits between his eyes, his expression suddenly serious, heavier. "I don't... I don't know." You place your hands on his shoulders as he gently leads you to a spot in the water where his feet touch the bottom. "I thought I didn't, but..." You squeeze his shoulders, feeling his warm skin beneath your palms. "Joon , I think-"

"Let me go first." He interrupts. "I tried to tell you that day, but you wouldn't listen, so now it's my turn." He takes a deep breath. "Y/N-ah, every second spent away from you, lying to you, it killed me, but having you back?" He smiles, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. "It was my only wish. Y/N, I... I love you. So much."

"I-"

"Before you say anything," He stops you again. "Can I kiss you? Please? I just want to feel it one more time."

You think about it for only a second, seeing the sincerity in his eyes before you nod. He smiles, leaning in close, his breath ghosting your lips for a moment, causing you to shiver before his lips finally press against yours.

They're just as soft and plump as you remember as he kisses you so lightly, so gently, that the soft caress of his mouth makes you weak. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting this moment to last forever, but it's over before you even know it as Namjoon pulls back, resting his forehead against yours.

"I've missed you so much." He mumbles.

"I love you..." You whisper back. "I've always loved you Namjoon." You open your eyes to see Namjoon smiling before he pulls you into a tight embrace, his body pressed against yours.

"I love you too." He answers, pulling back to meet your gaze once more, his eyes watery.

"Don't cry." You lean in and kiss him again, muttering against his lips. "Don't cry."

You feel him smile before pulling your body against his and kissing you back fervently. "Not anymore."

No more words are needed as Namjoon's lips lock with your own. With your arms still around his neck, you pull him closer, your fingers lacing in his hair as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss. Namjoon's hands find your waist and he grips it tightly, not wanting to let you go.

With the first tentative prod of his tongue, you part your lips, suddenly craving more of him. All of him. You let a small moan escape as his tongue enters your mouth, and you hear him groan low in his chest as you feel something twitch against your abdomen, causing Namjoon to pull away, making you pout.

"S-sorry." He mutters. "I didn't mean, uh... If we keep- I'm gonna... you know." He rubs the back of his neck, seemingly ashamed.

You smirk, surprising Namjoon by jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist. "Then you better put it to use."

Namjoon looks a bit shocked and confused as he holds you until he figures out what you want. "A-are you sure?"

You nod. "I don't want to wait anymore. Joonie, I want you." You can feel his length twitching between your legs, so you reach down with one hand and start to stroke him gently, helping his rather large feeling member grow harder as he gasps.

Namjoon wades over to the edge of the pool and pins you between him and a rock, situating you in a spot so that your hips are out of the water as his mouth finds yours again, making you let go of his length as you wrap your arms back around his neck to hold on.

This time it's his hand disappearing between your bodies as his fingers locate your center surprisingly quickly. He slips two fingers inside, making you gasp as you tug on his hair, all the heat rushing to your face.

"Ah, J-Joon..."

"Oh my god..." He whimpers. "You're so wet..." He pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of his face to examine them.

"Joonie..." You whine, wiggling in his arms.

"S-sorry." He mumbles, shifting you to get a better grip on your legs. "I'm just... nervous. I've never-"

You cut him off with a kiss. "It's okay." You assure him.

He nods, watching your hand as you reach down and grab him once more, lining him up with your core before whispering for him to move. He tentatively pushes his hips forward, feeling the beginnings of your warmth which encourage him to continue. You envelop him with a soft gasp of pleasure, the heat in your stomach flooding the nerves throughout your body. You grip his shoulders tightly as he fills you, feeling as though the sensation will never end until he's finally seated inside you.

Your breathing has increased significantly as your body attempts to adjust around Namjoon's rather large intrusion, and from the looks of things, he's not faring much better. His eyebrows are furrowed over eyes that are shut tight as he relishes in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You lean close and kiss his forehead. "Take your time." You mumble against his skin. He nods, opening his eyes to meet your gaze before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as he pulls his hips back and does a quick thrust into you, causing you both to moan out.

"Oh god." He whimpers, burying his face in your neck as he thrusts again, and again, quickly building a steady rhythm. Your whole body is electrified with every smack of hips against you, your mind blank as the only thing you can focus on is the pleasure setting your nerves on fire.

"Nam... Joon... You feel so g-good." You groan. 

"Yeah?" He grunts in response, placing a soft kiss against your neck.

"Uh-huh. Ah~!" You cry out when Namjoon hits you in just the right place.

"Are you okay?" He stops to check on you.

You nod. "R-right there..." You whine. Namjoon follows your direction, managing to hit your g-spot again and again with incredible accuracy, or maybe it's luck. Whatever it is, it's working, and you find yourself rapidly approaching your high. Before you can warn Namjoon, however, he connects his lips to yours in a sloppy, heated kiss.

"I'm so close, I'm sorry." He mutters against your lips. It's only a matter of seconds before Namjoon gives in, his grip on you tightening as he swears in your ear, his warmth filling you up in spurts as he grinds against you, whimpering at the sensation that overcomes him.

"Joon, j-just a bit m-more..." You plead.

"I... I don't-"

"Please."

With his remaining strength, Namjoon thrusts back into you rapidly as overstimulation threatens to consume him, but with a few more well placed smacks of his hips, you come undone in his arms.

"N-Nam... Namjoon~!" You mewl his name as your orgasm hits you, causing you to contract around his length harshly as your legs shake around him, your grip tightening on his hair. You pull him close to you as you pant heavily against his shoulder, slowly releasing your grip on his hair as you come back to your senses.

"D-did you...?" Namjoon looks at you shocked as you lean back against the rock, your chest heaving as all you can do is nod. "Seriously?" Suddenly his expression changes. "O-oh shit." Namjoon starts to panic. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't- I wasn't thinking. You just felt so... god, so good. I should've used a condom or at least pulled out. Oh fuck, oh shit, Y/N-"

"Shh, hey. Hey, hey, take a deep breath for me. Don't worry." You cup his face and kiss him softly. "Don't worry, I've got it covered."

"You do?"

You nod with a giggle. "Just relax." He breathes out a heavy sigh of relief before kissing you again, sweetly this time and not nearly as desperate. He shifts you in his arms and you smile. "You know you can put me down if your arms hurt." You remind him.

"I don't want to." He mumbles as he softens inside you. "I don't want this to end." He pins you flat against the rocks, leaning on you as he shifts inside you, causing you to gasp from overstimulation. Finally he relents, slowly pulling out of you before putting you down gently.

You sigh happily as you sink into the water, leaning your head back as you close your eyes, smiling. When you open your eyes after a few seconds, you catch Namjoon staring at you. "What?" You ask.

"You're so beautiful." He pulls you closer to him in the water so he can kiss you again. "I'm so afraid I'm going to wake up and this will all have been just another dream."

You lift his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. "It's real, Namjoon." You smile at him. "I'm here."

He returns your smile before closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. "I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too."

After cleaning yourselves off in the water, you and Namjoon get dressed and eat your lunch, your feet still in the water as you talk about everything: you, him, the things you've both done over the years, any questions you have, things you want to do; everything. 

"So that's how you found the underground rap scene? By accident?"

"Yeah." He chuckles. "I was just looking for an escape one night and found this forum online, so I decided to check it out. Everyone goes by a pseudonym or stage name so with the right disguise, no one would know it was me."

"Was that how you found this place? One of your escapes?"

Namjoon's smile fades as he purses his lips with hesitation. "It was an accident, if that's what you're asking."

Sensing his sudden shift in mood you grab his hand. "We don't have to talk about it." You state.

Namjoon shakes his head. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, I do, I'm just... I've never told anyone, so I'm not sure how to say it."

"Not even Jin?"

"Nah. You know he hates talking about serious stuff."

You scoot closer and wrap your arm around his, holding him close as you look up at him. "I'm listening."

He gives you a small smile and squeezes your thigh. "Back when it had first happened, right around the time of the funeral, I was... I was in a really dark place. Being shut in that room while it was still unfurnished, forced to sit there day after day, listening to people come to our house, crying over me, it really... It wasn't good. Especially when it was you." He squeezes your thigh again. "Listening to Jin comforting you over me, hearing you cry like that when I was right there? It put me in this awful mindset. So, one day, I went off to climb this mountain to look for..." He hesitates again.

"An escape?" You offer.

He shakes his head. "Somewhere... Somewhere to jump..."

"Oh god..." You gasp, squeezing his arm. "Why didn't you go-"

"The only person I wanted to talk to thought I was dead." He mutters, looking at you. "I thought if I was actually dead, I wouldn't feel like I was doing such a terrible thing. Everyone already thought I was dead, so why shouldn't I be?" He sighs, looking back at the water lapping at your feet. "So I came up here and I actually ended up getting really lost. I had no idea where I was and I just kept stumbling around aimlessly until finally I found this place." He closes his eyes as if remembering seeing this place for the first time. "And it just..."

"Stopped you?"

"You want to know why?" You nod and he smiles. "It reminded me of you..."

Your heart skips a beat. "H-how?"

"It was quiet, beautiful. It seemed like finding this place, in a way... It felt like you were talking to me. That you were telling me to hold on, and one day, you'd come back to me. So this sort of became my safe place."

"I did." You whisper.

"Hm?"

"Every day. Every day for the last eight years. Everyday since the day I lost you, I begged the universe to bring you back to me."

Namjoon smiles as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. "Me too." He kisses the side of your head. "You know, Jin told me that you haven't gone swimming since that day."

You shrug. "That was the only place I liked swimming and it just... It got too hard. Every time I went there I just... I saw you disappear again. It was too much."

"What about that time at the Park's house?" Namjoon questions.

"He told you about that?" Namjoon nods and you sigh. "It was too soon." You state. "I wasn't ready to get back into the water. I was afraid, so when Jimin tried to throw me in the pool, I panicked and my hand just... found his face."

"You broke his nose!" Namjoon teases.

"It was his own fault." You explain. "Who throws people into pools anymore?"

Namjoon just laughs and holds you tight, neither of you wanting this moment to end until the sound of your phone ringing cuts through the silence. You groan at the disturbance as you search for the item in your backpack, finally locating it to see it's Jin calling.

"Yeah?"

"Is Joon still with you?" He asks. You just hand the phone to Namjoon.

"Hello?" He listens intently while Jin speaks. "Yeah, I know. Okay. We'll be back soon. Alright." Namjoon hangs up and hands the phone back to you. "Mom always worries when I'm gone for a while." He explains. "She wants us home for dinner."

You sigh. "I guess we can't hide up here forever."

"Unfortunately, no." Namjoon says as he slips his shoes on and gets to his feet , helping you do the same. "But I could go anywhere with you and still be happy." He pulls you in and kisses the top of your head before you both start back down the mountain.

.

You make it back to Namjoon's house within a few hours, arriving just before dinnertime. You excuse yourself to take a shower before dinner, and Namjoon steals one last kiss before crossing the street to his own house. You head inside and shut the door behind you, unable to stop smiling until you hear a voice that stops you dead in your tracks.

"Y/N."

Your head snaps up to locate the source, and sure enough, there he is, standing in the kitchen with your parents.

"Yoongi?"

"Hey..." He says sheepishly.

That's when your mom realizes you're home. "Y/N-ah!" She takes in the sight of your dirty, sweaty appearance. "Where have you been all day?"

"I went hiking with Nam- um, a friend." You state. "What's he doing here?" You glare at the man standing across from you.

"He came by to see you honey. Isn't that what boyfriends do?"

Ah shit, you forgot to tell your parents you broke up. "Mom, he's not-"

"Interrupting, I hope." Yoongi ironically interrupts you. "I just wanted to talk to Y/N about something"

"Nonsense." Your mom waves him off. "I told you, you're free to stay for dinner."

"That won't be necessary." You spit.

Your mom, sensing the tension emanating from you, steps back. "Did you two get in a fight? Why don't you go wash up and talk, hm? Dinner will be ready when you're done."

"Mom that-"

"That sounds great." Yoongi states, grabbing your hand and tugging you up the stairs, much to your dismay.

When you reach your room, Yoongi shuts the door and you wrench your arm out of his grip, walking over to your dresser to find a change of clothes. "What do you want Yoongi?"

"Y/N-ah," Yoongi walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

You spin around and push him away. "What are you doing?"

"I miss you." He whispers, reaching up to cup your cheek, but you swat his hand away.

"Bullshit." You hiss, slamming your dresser shut. "You only miss having someone fawn over you. Don't you have groupies for that?"

"It's not the same. They don't get me like you do."

"No, they don't put up with your shit like I did." You walk over to the bathroom and start the shower, throwing your change of clothes on the counter next to the sink before walking back up to him.

"Y/N, please." He grabs your arms to stop you. "I'm trying to apologize."

"Let's hear it then."

"I was an asshole. I'm sorry you got so upset, but can't we work this out?"

"Work this out?" You roll your eyes. "Maybe you should've thought of all this before you threw me out of your apartment in the middle of the night."

"I wasn't thinking straight, you know that."

"I know that? Really? Why don't you tell me what else I know? Hm? Oh wait, I've got one! I know you're a fucking asshole." You poke him in the chest. "You don't get to come in here after two weeks and tell me what I know after what you did." You can feel the tears forming in your eyes. "After everything you said, you expect me to just come crawling back to you?"

"Y/N-ah," Yoongi moves to put his arms around you, but you stop him.

"Don't touch me!" You yell. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore!"

"Don't say that, come on." He reaches for you again. "I'm sure we can figure this all out."

"I'm seeing someone else!" You finally burst.

"What?" Yoongi's arms drop.

"I'm seeing someone else." You repeat.

Yoongi looks furious at your admission. "Who the fuck? Is it Jin? No wonder you're always over there. I saw him and his friend leave when I got to the club. Was he going to fuck you to make you feel better? That son of a-"

"It's not Jin."

"Then who is it?" He demands. "His friend?"

"Someone who will treat me better than you." You smirk.

"Yeah right. No one will ever treat you this good." Yoongi scoffs. "Are you delusional?"

"God I hope so. Are we done now?"

"You think it's over? Just like that?"

Just then, the door to your room opens and your dad walks in. "It's definitely over. I think it's time for you to leave son."

Yoongi huffs as he walks toward the door, stopping to turn back to you one last time. "You're going to miss me." He growls.

"Goodbye Yoongi." You wave as your dad escorts him down the stairs and out of the house before collapsing on your bed with a sigh. Your mom comes up and apologizes for letting him in before you hop in the shower, washing the feeling of Yoongi off of you for the last time.

When you're clean and dressed, you tell your parents you were invited to Jin's for dinner and quickly excuse yourself to the house across the street. You say hi to Soohee on your way up the stairs to the boy's rooms.

When you reach Jin's room, however, you lose all semblance of self-control and collapse to your knees in a pile of tears. Jin sprints to your side, wrapping his arms around you as he calls for Namjoon, who comes running out of the bathroom in his boxers and kneels at your side. You explain to them what happened through broken sobs as they comfort you.

"Don't worry Y/N-ah. I'll never let him near you again." Namjoon whispers in your ear, holding you close.

After you calm down, Namjoon gets dressed and the three of you head down to eat. Namjoon squeezes your hand under the table through the meal and after everyone eats, you and Namjoon explain to his family that the two of you are now together. While they're thrilled for you, they also warn you to be extremely careful for the safety of Namjoon.

When dinner is cleaned up, you head up to the game room with Namjoon and Jin, the three of you curling up on the couch to watch some movies before you all head off to bed. Namjoon tugs you into his room and shuts the two doors that separate his room from Jin's.

Namjoon lends you one of his shirts to wear to bed and quickly pulls off his sweatpants before jumping into his bed. He watches you undress from his perch on the mattress, memorizing the curves of your body with pure adoration. When you're done you crawl into bed with him, snuggling up in his arms as he kisses you goodnight.

"Hey Joonie?”

"Mm?"

"How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?"

Namjoon chuckles at this. "Virginity is a social construct Y/N-ah."

"Okay, then how was your first time?"

"Better than I ever could've imagined." He kisses your forehead. "How did it feel to orgasm for the first time?" He asks. "At least, I hope that's what that was."

"That's definitely what that was." Now it's your turn to giggle. "And it was amazing. All of it."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you? You can tell me if it was terrible. It's not like I'm an expert, I'll take pointers."

"If I ever have any I'll give them to you." You reach up and place a kiss on his lips.

"Promise me you'll still be here in the morning." He mumbles, cupping your cheek. "That this isn't a dream."

"I promise. I love you Joon."

He smiles and pulls you closer. "I love you too."

.

You are still there in the morning, and the morning after that, and Namjoon seems more overjoyed every time he wakes up to see your face next to his.. Given that your parents don't know Namjoon is, in fact, alive, it's better for you both if he avoids going to your house for the time being. The two of you mostly just relax in the game room, watching movies and playing games, usually with Jin when he's not working. Yesterday you helped Soohee make dumplings, the three of you rolling and stuffing the dough with a delicious variety of fillings.

.

It's been a week now since you and Namjoon started dating, and for once, you wake up in your own bed, stretching as you roll over and check your phone to see if Namjoon is awake. You find a text message from him that says to be at his house at eight tonight and to dress up a little. Is Namjoon taking you out?No, he wouldn't risk himself like that, would he? Maybe to the city, you suppose. You shrug and text him back an 'okay' before starting your day.

At 8:02 pm, the sun has already started to set as you walk up to Namjoon's door. You put more effort into your look than you feel you should have, but honestly, you look good. After you got out of the shower, you braided your hair so that as it dried, it formed light waves that now hang on your shoulders. Your makeup is light, simple, but pretty with a sparkle of pink and gold eyeshadow and a light pink lip tint that matches your blush. You dug through your closet to find one of your favorite dresses; a light, flowy, cream colored bohemian style dress, and accented it with some strappy sandals.

You let yourself in as you usually do, knocking as you do to let them know you're here.

"Hello?" You call, shutting the door behind you. "Joon?"

The man in question steps out of the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks at the sight of you. "Wow..." He breathes, his eyes scanning you up and down. "You look beautiful."

You smile as you walk over to him. "You're not so bad yourself." You praise, giving him a quick kiss. He's wearing tight khaki pants and a light purple button down, his hair pushed back off his forehead just a bit.

Just then, Jin sticks his head out of the kitchen and hands Namjoon a basket. "Here. It's all there." He states before smiling mischievously at you. "Hi Y/N, looking good."

"Thanks Jin, you too."

"Always." He scoffs before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"So where are we going?" You ask as Namjoon checks the contents of the basket.

“It's a surprise." He smirks before grabbing your hand and leading you out the back door, through the yard and out the gate.

"The woods?" You question as Namjoon turns on a flashlight and hands it to you before turning on his own.

"You'll see." And with that, he starts walking into the woods.

The sun has set, casting a blue light on everything as you walk. You haven't been back here in years, seven and a half to be exact, so the pathway that was once tread in the ground is now overgrown, but even without the path, your feet know exactly where you're going and dread starts to set in your stomach.

"J-Joon..." You mumble, suddenly not wanting to move.

He turns around to see you've stopped and walks back to you, grabbing your hand. "Do you trust me?" He asks. You nod and he tightens his grip on your hand as he turns back around and leads you further.

After another minute or two, you start to see lights up ahead. Funny, those were never there before. It isn't until you reach the tree line that you can see what the lights are, and the sight has your mouth fall open in shock.

Twinkly little fairy lights decorate the trees around you as floating, flickering lotus lights cover the pond, drifting in the breeze. Soft music comes from a speaker located on a blanket by the shore where plates, glasses, and sitting pillows also await.

"Joon..." You gasp, taking in the fairytale scene around you.

"Do you... Do you like it?" He questions.

"Are you kidding? It's beautiful." You whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace in the air.

He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I wanted you to have a better memory of this place." He states. "I want you to love it again."

"You're amazing." You spin in his arms to face him. "How are you so amazing?"

He shrugs as he leads you over to the blanket. "Because it's what you deserve."

Your heart thuds in your chest as you take your seat on one of the pillows. Namjoon opens the basket he brought and takes out a three course Italian dinner and a bottle of sparkling wine.

"Jin made all of this," He explains. "I hope you like it."

"It smells delicious." You observe as he takes the lids off things and you get a whiff of the meal.

You dish out the food and wine and begin to eat; bruschetta, some sort of spicy garlic pasta, and a delectable panna cotta for dessert; rehashing old memories from before Namjoon's accident, laughing happily at the things you used to do, or more likely, what you could convince Jin to do.

As dinner winds down, Namjoon moves over to sit next to you, the two of you looking out at the water as you sip your wine, listening to the soft music coming from the speaker. After you finish your glass, the song changes to a soft, slow melody and Namjoon gets to his feet.

"I love this song." He states, grabbing your hands and pulling you up with him.

"Woah!" You weren't expecting that. "Joon what are-"

He silences you with a kiss as he pulls you close. "Dance with me." He whispers in your ear. You giggle, nodding and beginning to sway as the lyrics start.

"It's not your eyes

It's not what you say

It's not your laughter that gives you away

You're just lonely

You've been lonely, too long... "

Namjoon's arms have fallen around your waist and yours are draped over his shoulders, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you move to the music.

"Let me in the wall, you've built around

And we can light a match and burn them down

And let me hold your hand and dance 'round and 'round the flames

In front of us

Dust to dust...."

When the song ends, you stop moving, standing in the silence as though not to disturb it. You didn't realize it until you stood up, but after drinking the entire bottle of wine between the two of you, you're starting to feel a little tipsy. Namjoon seems to sense this as he drags you back over to the blanket, clearing a space for you both to lay down and gaze up at the stars dotting the sky above you. Namjoon scoots close to you so that your shoulders are brushing and he grabs your hand where it sits in between the two of you, squeezing it gently.

"I wish we never had to go back to our lives." Namjoon whispers after a few minutes.

"Mm." You nod in agreement and close your eyes to take in the serenity of this moment. 

You don't want to go back either. You hate having to live in a world where you have to pretend Namjoon doesn't exist. Or one where you might have to leave him. You got another email from that entertainment company asking for your answer within the next two weeks. You need to tell Namjoon, and now might be as good of a time as any.

"Joon?"

"Yeah baby?"

You blush at the use of his favorite pet name for you, your heart suddenly feeling heavy in your chest. Can you even tell him without breaking his heart?

"N-nevermind..." You mumble.

He turns onto his side to face you. "Are you sure?"

You only nod, giving him a small smile before he leans in to kiss you. He kisses you again and again until finally your lips stop separating as Namjoon cups your cheek, pulling you closer as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You grip his shirt tightly to ground yourself until you have to break for air, feeling lust overwhelm your senses.

You can't stop the whimper that escapes from the back of your throat, causing Namjoon to smirk as he gets to his feet and helps you to yours, grabbing the basket and your flashlights. He leads you back through the woods at a much faster pace than on the way here, wanting nothing more than the chance to explore your body. 

The two of you haven't been truly alone since your first date, so you haven't been able to really do anything except for a few days ago when you gave him a quick handjob to get rid of his morning wood. You both want the opportunity to take your time with each other instead of rushing like you did the first time, and with Jin at work until around one in the morning, now's the perfect time.

Namjoon tugs you through the back gate and across the yard into the back door, leaving the basket in the kitchen before leading you upstairs to Jin's and closing the door, pressing you up against it as the door clicks shut and pressing his lips to yours, his hands tightly gripping your waist.

Then his hands are all over you, feeling as much as he can through your dress, making you giggle as his mouth searches for your neck in the dark room. You start plucking at the buttons on his shirt, trying to hasten the process as he presses hot kisses to your shoulder.

He grabs your waist and leads you in the direction of the closet, his lips never leaving yours and accidentally running into the door which causes you both to start laughing. He fumbles for the doorknob until he finally manages to get it open.

"You first." He whispers, letting you get to your knees and crawl through the smaller door, getting up once you're in his room and reaching around to unzip your dress when you hear Namjoon. "Wait." He says. You hear him shuffle around before flicking a lightswitch causing small string lights around his room to light up. You turn to him with the straps of your dress falling off your shoulders to see him shut the door before he turns to you.

He cups your cheek, placing a soft kiss on your lips before sliding the straps down your shoulders and letting the fabric pool at your feet. He looks down to see the matching white lace bra and panties you have on and groans.

"You're so beautiful." He states, brushing your hair out of your face.

"J-Joon..." You mumble, looking away as your cheeks flush.

"So beautiful." He nuzzles against your cheek before turning your head back toward him as his mouth finds yours.

You gasp as your lips part, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he wraps his arms around you, his large palms splaying across your back. His kisses are sweet like honey and he still tastes like wine, the flavor lingering on his tongue as it prods at your own with such passion that your knees grow weak.

Namjoon seems to sense this as he pushes you in the direction of the bed. When your legs clip the side, you fall onto the mattress a bit ungracefully, making Namjoon chuckle as he watches before lifting your legs up with you and crawling on top of your body.

His lips latch to your neck as you get situated, causing you to let out a small moan. He takes this as an invitation to bite down on your collarbone, making your hips thrust up and rub against Namjoon's thigh where it rests between your legs. Namjoon pulls back to look at you, his eyebrows raised. You can only whimper in embarrassment as he stares at you, smirking when he realizes that was a good thing.

He leans back down to kiss you as he slides down one of your bra straps, his fingers dancing along your shoulder until he tries to wiggle his fingers under you. This time you're the one smirking as you sit up enough for him to reach the clasp. He fumbles with it for a while, making you laugh.

"Shut up." Is his lighthearted answer to your giggles. "It's not like I've done this before."

You sit up all the way, pushing him back with a soft kiss as you grab his hands and show him how to undo it before laying back down. He slips the garment off and mumbles a 'thank you' before his eyes rake over your chest. His hands reach out, but he hesitates until he sees you nod, giving him permission.

Namjoon's large hands envelope your breasts, squeezing them gently, but with just enough pressure to make you needy as you squirm beneath him, but it isn't until he pinches your nipple that your hips thrust up again. He places his mouth on your chest and kisses all over it, leaving wet marks across your skin as he goes, memorizing every inch of flesh on your torso from your collarbone to the band of your panties before returning to your breasts and flicking his tongue across your nipple. You shudder as the cold air hits the wetness he leaves behind, causing your nipples to perk up. He licks and bites and sucks on your breasts and nipples until you're so turned on that you're gasping for air.

You're not sure if it's your body's response to what Namjoon is doing, or who's doing it, but you're thoroughly soaked by the time Namjoon kisses his way back down to your hips. As he moves lower, he grabs your underwear and drags it down your legs before he moves between your thighs, his mouth starting at your knee this time before he kisses and bites up your inner thighs, making you moan out with the need for him to touch you.

You feel Namjoon's breath on your center, and your entire body shivers with anticipation, but when you don't immediately feel him touch you, you open your eyes and look down to see him staring at your core, licking his lips as his gaze flits up to meet yours.

"Is it... C-can I try?" He asks.

You nod eagerly. "Yes, please."

Namjoon suddenly smirks. "Seeing you so desperate is hot as hell." He states. "Maybe I'll wait a little longer."

"Joon, please." You beg. "Please touch me."

He winks at you before dragging his fingers lightly over the outside of your folds, amazed at how wet you already are, before he brushes his thumb over your clit, causing you to whimper with need. It's at this point that Namjoon finally leans in, hesitating for just a second before you feel his tongue flick out to taste you. You gasp at the sensation and Namjoon takes that as a good sign and continues.

He drags his tongue up over your folds before finally the deft muscle glides over your bundle of nerves, but just a little too lightly, making your thigh twitch next to him. He continues like this for a few moments until you can't take it anymore. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his black locks, pulling him closer to you and forcing him to use more pressure. He quickly gets the hint and soon enough he figures out a few spots that have you keening as soft moans leave your lips.

Namjoon wraps one of his arms around your thigh to pull you closer as his lips wrap around your clit, making your hips buck up into his face as your grip on his hair tightens.

"J-just like that..." You gasp, unable to understand how he can make you feel so good. "Oh god." You groan when Namjoon slips a finger into your core, making you feel hot all over. "M-more..."

Namjoon smirks as he adds another finger, pumping into you agonizingly slowly until you feel like you're about to burst.

"'S-stop!" You whine, causing Namjoon's head to snap up as his fingers still inside you.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, I was just... I felt like I was going to... You know... "

Namjoon smiles at you. "Isn't that the point?"

"I know, I just... I'd rather wait until we... I don't know if I'll be able to do it twice." You admit.

Namjoon wipes his lips and chin on the back of his arm as he pulls his fingers out and then quickly licks them clean before sitting up and leaning over you to give you a sweet kiss. "I don't want to keep my girl waiting then." He sits back up and pulls his shirt off over his head, but when he moves to undo the button of his pants, you stop him, managing to push him down on the bed and straddle his waist, surprising him.

"W-what are-"

You silence him with a kiss before grabbing his pants and shimmying down his legs with them as you tug them off before pressing hot kisses all over his chest until you reach his tented boxers. You drag your tongue along his length over the fabric and smirk when you hear him groan low in his throat.

"Ah, Y-Y/N..." He whines as you grab the band of his boxers and pull those down as well before settling yourself between his legs. You grab his length and watch it twitch in your grasp as pre-cum dribbles from the tip. You stroke him slowly, admiring the way his cock seems to ache for your touch.

"You're so big Joonie. " You praise. This time he's the one who looks away, blushing. "And so hard for me."

"Y/N..." He whimpers, his chest starting to flush the same pink color as his cheeks.

You lean down and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, loving the way his whole body seems to react to you. When you flick your tongue against his slit, he moans out, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he attempts to hold on to his sanity. All attempts are forgotten, however, when you finally wrap your mouth around his tip.

Namjoon's head falls back against the mattress, his chest heaving as your mouth sinks lower and lower on his cock until you manage to put him in the back of your throat and he lets out a strangled groan, sitting up on his elbows to watch his length disappear past your lips. You repeat the motion again and again, turning Namjoon into a whimpering mess until he has to pull you off, groaning at the sight of the saliva that connects you to his tip.

"That's... That's what a blowjob feels like?" He pants. You can't help but chuckle at him as you nod, wiping the drool off your chin. "Holy shit." He falls back against the bed. "It feels like you sucked the life out of me, but in the best way."

This time you outright laugh. "You're such a dork." You giggle, straddling his waist as you lean down to kiss him. Namjoon wraps his arms around you and holds you close, slipping his tongue past your lips as he groans. The kiss is steamy and passionate, and you feel Namjoon's cock twitching between your thighs as it rubs against your folds.

After another minute or so you break the kiss and sit up, reaching between your bodies to grab Namjoon's length, raising your hips to line him up with your entrance. Namjoon grabs your hips and helps guide you as you finally sink down on his cock, your wetness allowing for no resistance. You gasp as he breaches you, waiting until he's fully inside you to breath again, your cheeks hot as you look down at him.

"God, I could watch you do that all day." He groans, squeezing your hips as he watches you.

You can only nod, adjusting your legs to get more comfortable before you place your hands on his chest, lifting your hips and then dropping back down on his cock, making you both moan out synchronously. Namjoon helps you as you move yourself up and down on his length, setting a steady rhythm that has you bouncing in his lap as you mewl in pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel even tighter today." He grunts, his eyes shut and his forehead creased in concentration.

His words cause you to contract around him. "Joon you f-feel so g-good." You whimper.

Namjoon growls in agreement as he begins to push his hips up into you, adjusting so that his feet are planted on the mattress, allowing him to thrust up to meet your every bounce. He angles his hips and finally manages to brush against your g-spot, cursing when you contract harshly around him.

"Fuck, jagiya..." He swears. You gasp at his use of the pet name, clenching around him again. "Hah... W-what? You like when I call you that?" He asks.

"Y-yes..." You whine.

Namjoon smirks as he sits up, pulling you flush against his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a kiss before whispering in your ear. "I love you jagiya."

You whimper as you bury your face in his neck. "I love you too Namjoon." Namjoon moves your hips slowly against his, his breath hot on your neck as his cock presses against your g-spot. "Joon I'm so close." You moan.

He pulls you back to meet your gaze before resting his forehead against yours. "Let me feel you jagi. Let go for me."

You nod, pressing your lips to his before moving your hips faster, grinding yourself against Namjoon's lap as you focus on your pleasure. It isn't much longer before you feel your high hit you, the feeling of your orgasm swirling through your body. You wrap yourself around Namjoon as you cry out his name, your core clenching around him relentlessly and forcing him into his own orgasm. He groans in your ear as his hips push up against you the best they can in this position, milking his high as he grinds against you.

The two of you stay put, simply enjoying the moment as you both come back down. Namjoon lays down and pulls you with him, rolling you both onto your sides before slipping out of you and grabbing a tissue to clean you both up. When he settles back down, he pulls you close and places a kiss on your forehead.

"I still can't believe this is real." He whispers, cupping your cheek.

"Me either." You smile at him, but something is still bothering you. " Hey, Joon?"

"Yeah?" He asks, brushing a stray hair from your face.

"I... I have to tell you something." You bite your lip in hesitation which he quickly picks up on.

"What's up?"

You sign heavily. "So after my recital, I got an email from an entertainment company."

"Really? What'd it say?"

"W-well, they um..." You take a deep breath. "They want to take me on as a solo artist."

"Y/N-ah, that's amazing!" He sits up and turns to you as you do the same.

"In... In Seoul..."

"Oh..." His smile quickly dissipates. "In Seoul. That's um..."

"It's not that far if you think about it. It's only two hours. I could come home on the weekends to see you, and maybe eventually-"

"Don't be ridiculous Y/N-ah. That's too much of a drive to do every weekend."

"But I'd do it for you." You state. Namjoon smiles bittersweetly while shaking his head."Then I won't go."

"Stop. You have to go. You'd be insane to pass up this opportunity. Don't let me stand in the way."

"Then come with me." You beg, grabbing his hands in yours.

Namjoon looks shocked at your suggestion. "Y/N, I... I can't."

"Yes you can. Think about it! It's Seoul, it's a big city. No one would know you there! W-we could get you a new identity, and new papers. We would be together! We could..." You feel tears forming in your eyes. "We could start over. We could make our home together... We'd be safe. We could be together..."

It's quiet for a moment as you watch him think before he looks up at you again. "Do you... Do you think that would work?" He asks, his eyes suddenly hopeful.

"We'll never know if we don't try. What do you think?"

Namjoon smiles. "I think I'm in love with you." You lean forward and place a kiss on his lips, both of you smiling uncontrollably as you lay back down and snuggle up to Namjoon's side, your fingers intertwined with his as you both drift off to sleep.

.

When you wake up the next morning, it's still dark out, but you hear someone yelling. You open your eyes to see a second strand of lights around Namjoon's room is now flashing red. When you don't feel Namjoon beside you, you look around to find him sitting in the middle of the bed next to you leaning against the wall, his hands covering his mouth and his eyes squeezed shut.

"Namjoon," You mumble as you sit up. He opens his eyes to look at you and all you see is fear. "What's going- Mmph!"

Namjoon quickly scrambles to clasp his hand over your mouth, effectively silencing you as he holds his index finger on his other hand up to his lips, making sure you stay quiet. He pulls you close, keeping your mouth covered as he shakes quietly beside you. It's then that you hear voices coming from Jin's room.

"Who's room is this?" You hear Jin mumble something, sounding like he wasn't already awake before the voice speaks again. "Freeze! State your name!"

"K-Kim Seokjin." He responds. "Mom, what's going on?"

"They're looking for your brother..." Soohee states.

"You've got to be kidding. My brother's dead!" Jin yells.

"Calm down son, we're just doing our jobs."

"You're bringing back painful memories for my family. Now hurry up and leave!"

"This room is the last we need to check." You grab Namjoon's hand tightly as you hear footsteps walk toward the closet. "What's in there?"

"It's a closet, what do you think?"

You stop breathing when you hear the closet door open, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you wait, beyond terrified as you feel Namjoon tense beside you.

"Nothing in here boss." The closet door shuts and you discover the ability to breathe again as tears start to slip down your cheeks.

"Alright, let's go."

You hear the voices fade as they leave Jin's room and head back downstairs. Neither of you dares to move until the flashing red lights suddenly turn off and Namjoon removes his hand from your mouth as he lets out a shaky breath.

"It's okay." He whispers. "They're gone."

"Are you okay?" You ask, taking in Namjoon's clearly rattled state.

"They come by every few years to do a house search."

"Joon-"

"I'm alright." He lays down next to you once more. "It's just..."

"Terrifying?"

He nods. "That's why dad put in the lights." He gestures to the strand of red lights around the room. "So they can warn me."

You lay down with him and wrap your arms tightly around him. "How have you lived like this?"

"It's not really much of a life. But I get through it.” He states, wiping away your tears. “It's so much better now that I have you again."

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. "You're so cheesy."

"It's true." He squeezes you. "You gave me a life worth living." Before you can respond, there's a knock on the door, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, gripping Namjoon's forearm protectively. "It's okay, it's just Jin." He soothes, giving you another squeeze. "Come in."

At Namjoon's words, you hear the door click open as Jin crawls in, making you quickly pull the sheets over yourself as you realize you aren't wearing anything. Jin stops on his knees just inside the door and looks up to see you.

"Are you- Y/N, you're here?" He asks before scanning the room to see the clothes strewn about and he smirks. "Ah, I thought you were just watching porn too loud again."

Your face flushes with embarrassment. "You heard us?"

"Oh jagi~!" Jin mocks. "Do you like when I call you that?"

Thoroughly mortified, you lay back and pull the covers up over your head, curling into a ball of shame. "I hate you Seokjin." You whine.

"What do you want Jin?" Namjoon questions, throwing a pillow at the elder boy.

"I just want to make sure you're okay." Jin states. "Also, I think we're going to have to tell Y/N's parents tomorrow."

"What? why?" Namjoon asks as you sit up.

"Because they went to your house." He says.

"What?!" You jump up and take the sheet with you as you run to the window, looking across the street to see a very large man talking to your father who stands at the door in his robe. "Joon I'm so sorry. I know you didn't want anyone else to know."

"It's alright." Namjoon places his hands on your shoulders. "Your parents should know."

You turn back around to face the boys. "We have to go." You state. "It's the only way to keep you safe."

Namjoon nods before looking over at Jin. "We'll start getting everything ready tomorrow."

.

"Do we have everything?" Namjoon asks, closing the trunk after you nod.

"You have your passport and ID and everything, right?"

"Yeah they're in my bag."

It's been a week since the raid. You all jumped into action the next day.  You told your parents and accepted the offer in Seoul while Namjoon got everything for his new identity ready; new passport, ID, birth certificate, everything. Thankfully he was able to keep his name. The entertainment company helped you find an apartment, and you've been packing up all of your belongings for the big move today.

You hop into the driver's seat and buckle in, starting the car and taking a deep breath as your hands grip the steering wheel. Namjoon climbs into the passenger seat beside you and you hear his seatbelt click before you feel a hand on your thigh.

"You ready?" He asks, squeezing your leg.

You nod. "As long as I'm with you."

Namjoon smiles, leaning over to give you a quick kiss. "I can't wait to start my life with you jagiya." He whispers. "I love you."

"I love you too Namjoon."

Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2020

[xiangwangbuwang]

lesbian!kuvira and comphet

i have many thoughts about this and so am unable to be coherent (unlike irene -- im forever in awe of ur ability to both have thoughts and form actual beautiful sentences)

ye she was engaged to baatar jr. but so what??? she is obviously a Dyke (i mean, c’mon.. look at her) for the reasons below:

1) whenever baatar says “i love you kuvira” kuvira doesn’t say anything back ....... almost like.. she doesn’t have any real romantic interest in him lmaooo and we NEVER see them kiss (thank god), even tho we see so many other het kisses in LoK, or even a blush or some sign of attraction from her

2) she literally called another couple her favourite couple in front of her own fiancé’s face.

3) SHE TRIED TO BLOW HIM UP AFTER HE SAID HE WANTED TO MARRY HER AND HAVE A FAMILY WITH HER .... so true queen

4) AND THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME WE HEARD HER SAY ILY to butter (she was obv lying to him so at least his last few moments wouldn’t be so painful)

5) also baatar is so nasty lol why would she even be engaged to him asldajsdad she’s so pretty and did i mention baatar is soooo ugly. even for a m*n. not to menton the fact that it’s v weird bc HE’S SUYIN’S SON and suyin took her in and said she tried to care for her like her own daughter and even refers to her once as the sister of opal (baatar’s younger sister) ?? like she grew up with them and everything so she’s basically like an adopted sibling. nasty nasty disgusting man

6) she defo has some mommy issues ....... like it’s so obvious 

(she convinced baatar to join her cause bc she wanted to get back at suyin and baatar joined bc he has a crush on her or whatever is how i see it)

7) DID I MENTION

SHE TRIED TO KILL HIM WITH A GIGANTIC SPIRIT WEAPON

the thing with baatar is weird af but i feel like she couldn’t give a fuck abt him but he’s obvs in love with her. but like she agreed to marry him bc she’s leading a whole empire and it’s good for her reputation bc he’s from one of the most powerful and respected families whereas her own parents were very poor and abandoned her but in the end she realised she couldn’t go through with it 

so either cus in that moment she realised she didn’t really love him like he loved her OR she knew all along she didn’t like him in that way but was willing to try but realised she could never love him the way he loves her after he showed he was willing to help korra just so he could see her again

(also in ruins of the empire she sees him and she’s like “oops sorry!!! i’ve changed haha but u would have done the same lol.... right ...?” and he’s like “wtf no?!?!? i LOVED you?!?!”)

anyway her reaction was defo one of disgust even if she didn’t realise it. imagine ur engaged to a man and said man says he wants to marry u and have kids. i would blow him up too

(i relate so bad like the thought of a man loving/liking/having a crush on me makes me feel absolutely disgusted. like that one time [redacted] from conservatoire had a crush on me and it was very uncomfy but even so i did not want to blow him up with a spirit vine weapon. so imagine how little she loved baatar to be able to try to do that to her fiancé, a man she’s known for most of her life and has worked closely with for at least 3 years)

8) also she dresses like a lesbian!!!!! look at her cute lil vest aww

absolute fucking fashion icon!!1!!

9) she’s hot and str8s are ugly

10) she cannot sit properly

 in conclusion,,, im sorry u had to go through all that, kuvira, and even tho the rest of ur actions cannot be excused i will excuse u for attempting to blow butter up bc he ABSOLUTELY desverved it. 

[oswildin]

Frustrations ~ Dhawan!Master x Reader

Request: Oof these angsty master x reader are hitting hard 😭 can i request a funny / fluffy one? I had the idea that the master kidnaps the reader from the fam and he like handcuffs them together so the doctor can't hurt him without putting the reader at risk? And they both get more and more annoyed with each other, but the master realises he's actually beginning to reply like them? Even better if it ends with like kissing but IDK up to you obvs 😂 Thanks in advance! ☺ ( @resonate-concrete )

Warnings: Just pure crack. Honestly.

You paced around the space station, listening to the Doctor’s ranting as she did what she always does. Get distracted. The fam were watching her with amused glances as you took a look around the station, taking it all in. You were definitely in the future, that was for sure. You took a glance out one of the windows as you saw debris floating around outside. The planet you were on had a purple surface, as the deep night sky encased it. Peering back, you realised the others had disappeared, as you sighed to yourself. Every time. You mumbled annoyances as you stepped back from the window. They couldn’t have gotten far.

You began to search the base, calling out for your friends as you began to grow tired of looking. You sighed to yourself, before deciding to try calling them with your phone. As you pulled it out, you felt a hand grip round your mouth, muffling your yelps as you tried to struggle away. You instantly went into flight mode, as you kicked your leg back, hitting whoever was trying to keep ahold of you as you heard them hiss. However, their hand was still over your mouth as you narrowed your eyes, deciding to try your luck. Hey, it worked in the movies. You managed to shuffle your head slightly, in a way that their hand slipped, causing their finger to be over your mouth as you instantly bit it. Hard. The person yelled in pain as you flew forwards, falling to the floor. You gasped, as you turned around, looking up at your potential kidnapper.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” You exclaimed, seeing it was in fact the Master. He looked very angry. He was clutching his finger with his free hand as he glared down at you.

“What is wrong with you humans?” He hissed, waving his hand about as he took a step towards you, towering over you.

“You’re the one who tried to kidnap me!” You furrowed your brows.

“Doesn’t mean you had to bite me!” He growled, before kneeling down towards you, a small smirk on his lips. “Although, if that’s what you’re into.” He wiggled his brows suggestively as you pulled a disgusted face.

“In your dreams, psycho.” You spat, as his smirk fell at your words. Oh, it never fails to entertain you. Bringing down a mans ego. Alien or human. He reached into his pocket, revealing some sort of device as you looked at it in confusion.

“What’s your plan?” You asked, voice quiet as you stared into his dark eyes. He smirked once more.

“This.” Before you could flinch away, he quickly managed to place the device on your wrist as it bolted around your wrist, another part grasping around his own.

“Handcuffs?!” You exclaimed, trying to pull your wrist away from his, but he was too strong. “Wow you really are into power dynamics aren’t you?” You commented as he rolled his eyes, getting up as he yanked you with him. You hissed at the pressure on your wrist. “Right so, what now?” You asked calmly, seemingly bored of his antics already. “You better have a key for these things.” You gestured to the handcuffs.

“Like I’d tell you.” He sneered as you pulled a face at him. “You are insufferable.”

“Yup. Been told that before.” You replied, looking happy with yourself.

“Perhaps I made the wrong choice of captive.” He commented, tugging you along as you walked moodily next to him.

“My mum always said that if I got kidnapped they would return me.” You shrugged casually as he tried not to grow annoyed with your pointless rambling.

It had been ages since you had lost the others. Part of you worried they’d gotten into some trouble. Of course they had. It was the Doctor after all. You began to grow tired of walking about as you stopped, causing the Master to peer over at you, irritated.

“What now?” He huffed, exasperated.

“My feet hurt.” You whined like a child.

“Not my problem.” He gave you a tight, wicked smile as you glared at him.

“Also you owe me a new phone.” You pouted, looking down at the device in your free hand.

“I’m sure you’ll live without it for a few hours.” He rolled his eyes. God was this what it was like to have humans tag along with you? It was exhausting.

“Brand new model as well.” You muttered as he began to walk once more, pulling you along. You whined as you had to follow him, your feet begging you to stop. “So what was the plan? Handcuff yourself to me then what?”

“Well, if you’re with me, and I’m the only one who can release the handcuffs, then the Doctor wouldn’t risk putting you in harms way.” He told you as you narrowed your eyes.

“That’s a stupid plan.” You mumbled as he clenched his jaw. “I mean, come on!” You laughed. “Aren’t you meant to be like some sort of evil genius who comes up with these great big extravagant plans?” You asked, raising a brow as he gave you an amused glare.

“You try doing this for thousands of years.” He retorted as you pulled a face of ‘fair enough’.

Eventually, he let you rest, both of you sitting down on the metal floor of the station as you leant against the wall. You pursed your lips before clicking your tongue to fill the silence.

“Don’t you stop for two seconds?” He grumbled as you gave him a wide smile. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Ugh where is she?” You whined. “How big is this place?”

“Too big. Apparently.” He dragged a hand down his face in exasperation as he was beginning to grow tired of his own plan. Was it even worth putting up with you?

“That’s what she said.” You joked to yourself, as he groaned, hitting his head on the wall behind him as you furrowed your brows. “Why are you doing that?”

“It’s distracting me from the pain you’re making me endure.” He said lowly as you rolled your eyes at him. Finally he stopped as you raised a brow.

“Better?” You asked.

“Much.” He sneered, clenching his jaw as he looked ahead. He had to admit, certain traits of yours reminded him of his last regeneration, Missy. You had that sarcasm, playfulness and didn’t seemed to be too scared.

“Okay this is impossible.” You groaned, trying hard to keep up with the Timelord. “She’s obviously got herself in some trouble. Knowing my luck they’re all dead and I’m stranded here.” You commented as he raised a brow at you.

“You’re a cheery one.” He smirked.

“If they’re dead, you’re taking me home.” You told him sternly. “It’s all your fault I didn’t find them in the first place, deciding to jump me like that, I mean, did no one ever teach you any manner-“ Before you could finish, you found yourself pinned against one of the walls, as the Master looked down at you with a tired expression.

“You are one of the most unbearable humans I have ever had the displeasure of knowing.” He sneered. “Oh your pointless ramblings, your empty words, and your god awful annoying personality.” You hissed as you looked unpaused at him. He wasn’t expecting that. It only annoyed him more.

“Sounds to me like you’ve got a crush.” You told him cheekily as he growled in frustration. Nothing phased you did it?

“Do you ever shut up? Do you always have a retort to everything?!” He exclaimed, his eyes searching your own.

“Just about, yeah.” You nodded, as you felt yourself blush being in such close proximity to the alien. You couldn’t help it. He was a bad boy. A very handsome, crazy bad boy. You swear the bad guys always look good on purpose. Before you could register what was happening, the Master had closed the gap between the two of you, crashing his lips to your own. He hated to admit it, but you were annoyingly chaotic. It was an energy he couldn’t help but be drawn to. You raised your brows in surprise as you allowed yourself to sink into the kiss.

As quickly as it had started, it ended. As you looked up at the man in confusion, before planting a smug expression on your face.

“So... The handcuffs, is that what you’re into?” You questioned, as he slowly blinked, calming his breath.

“(Y/N)!”

You both shot your head in the direction of the Doctor’s voice calling your name. You were almost disappointed she had resurfaced. No more action for you. You sighed.

“Now she finds me.” You groaned, as the Master smirked at you, before lifting your wrist up with his own as he placed a code into his handcuff, allowing it to fall off your wrists and to the floor. You looked at him confused. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.” He told you, stepping back, before beginning to walk away.

“Hold on!” You called after him. “You can’t just leave!”

“Yes I can.” He said smugly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.” He gave you a small smirk. “Maybe next time I’ll bring the handcuffs again.” He winked, as you felt hot under his gaze. Before you knew it, he was gone, disappearing out of sight as you sighed, deciding it was home time.

[eleanorbloom]

Chapter 3, cringe, cringe, cringe but, aren't we all cringe when we're in love and heartbroken?

Well, not all, but some of us are (I've been cringe, but not at this level, phew) . And she was drunk, that's the only reason I would write a character putting on a show like that, singing All I Ask in front of all Donahue's 😂😂😂 Lucky for her she had supportive friends that congratulated her even if she embarrassed in front of dozens of people 😂

Bryce, honey, what did you see in her?

Actually, a lot of things that right at this moment are hidden because of her pain.

She's more than this bad phase, and that's something we all have to remember. We are more than our depression, our anxiety or bad weeks or bad decisions, and THIS PRECIOUS BEAN could see past all that. Bryce knew how she really was, that her heart was aching at this moment, but that with the proper care and lots of love, it could be again the warmest heart he's ever met. That she could be more than those horrible months and weepy nights. So that's why he's still in love with her, because he knew what she had to give and how happy she could be again if she was loved well, and he honestly didn't care if in the end it wasn't with him, but at least she would know how real love is.

God, I love him so much 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ Bryce, you're the most wonderful baby in this world 🥺❤️

Luckily, she fell for him, and fell HARD.

Okay, moving on, I'm glad Eleanor at least apologized for the tantrum she threw at the staircase 😂 god, Eleanor, I really didn't remember you were so dramatic. Well, actually is not that she is essentially dramatic, unfortunately some people take out the worst of you and that's what Ethan did with his hot and cold attitude - more cold and distant, than hot, actually. She was emotionally unstable after being months on and off with Ethan, so of course an information like that would've put her in that state. I mean, at least in this series Eleanor knows Ethan is leaving for the Amazon , in canon MC realizes after he left! Which is worse. But oh, his shitty attitude 😤 you did it all wrong, man, and in the end you're gonna lose.

Anyway, her pain is even bigger because she's still traumatized for what her ex did to her. She mentions in chapter 4 that her ex hurt her more than Ethan, but she didn't felt as miserable as now. That's just a proof of how blocked she had all the pain and trauma. Eleanor only remembered it was painful, that it didn't work out after trying so hard, but she actually couldn't remember the level of manipulation and gaslighting he used on her. But her constant sense of guilty, of wanting to fix her partners were clearly manifestations of that.

Stupid Dylan that traumatized my girl 🥺

I've been thinking for months about writing a fic where Eleanor bumps into Dylan in a Med School reunion, and she goes with Bryce OBVS, and Dylan is a surgeon but oooooooooh he's not half as good as Bryce 🤩😍 and stupid Dylan would try to diminish him with his appearence, but when he realizes he's one of the best residents and he has done plenty of difficult surgeries solo??? Oh, the satisfaction. Seeing Eleanor all successful and accomplished with her successful, accomplished and hot as hell boyfriend?? And being such a power couple??? Oh, I can see the disgust in his stupid face.

I have so many ideas 😔

Anyway, the smut scene now causes me nothing, proof enough that I'm completely over Ethan, but it was a needed scene to show how messy they were, how easy it was for them to break their own rules and how difficult was for Eleanor not to surrender when he comes back. Of course being with Bryce made it easier, because she was doing it for him, but the parallel is clear. At their goodbye, they resisted but surrender in the end. At his come back, Eleanor uses all her might to not surrender.

Well, that's all for now.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: [okay so we said that JJ have gone to get the PE shit and are casually having a 🚬 and the teacher is like go see what the hold up is and Ella volunteers cos 1000% that bitch and she of course starts a vague rumour about them being saucy with it] Janis: are the boys saying shit Jimmy: what kind of question's that? Janis: fuck's sake Janis: right, how do you wanna deal from your end Janis: 'cos you can say shit or you can slag me off like you'd never, either way, your move, new boy Jimmy: how do you want me to? Jimmy: I could give a shit what gets said about me Janis: alright, just say nothing then Janis: I'll deck her Jimmy: 👍 Janis: hardly Jimmy: nowt close to a challenge my end Jimmy: and it ain't like you'll have one flooring her Janis: still can't get her to take it back Janis: have to force feed her or some shit for that Jimmy: and what? you've got a missus waiting at home that'll be 💔 you were at it with someone else in the sport's cupboard? Janis: Fuck off Janis: if I've got to explain sexism to you then cba Janis: no one's chatting shit on your name like they are mine Jimmy: I bet lasses are, 'cause I shouldn't have touched you with a barge pole or some bollocks Jimmy: hang on, I'll check Jimmy: [DMs] Janis: and what? Janis: I didn't start it, take it up with Blondie Jimmy: I don't care what any dickhead in this shithole reckons, it's your problem if you do Jimmy: that's what Janis: Don't need your groundbreaking hot take to know that, tah Jimmy: stop whinging at me then, tah Janis: I ain't, do one Janis: I was checking you weren't making it worse for me, that's it Jimmy: job done Jimmy: and there'll be a new #scandal tomorrow so no need to check in with me again Janis: you reckon, new boy? Janis: you'll be lucky if another kid joins before you leave yourself Jimmy: I'll be leaving myself soon as Jimmy: you'll be lucky if it ain't you and 👑💀 stuck doing the project Janis: mistaking me for the bitch that cares about her A Jimmy: nah, I weren't Jimmy: the 😎 ain't prescription Janis: i'd get her to spread that it is Janis: don't wanna shout about how that look is a choice Jimmy: you ain't that bad that I feel the need, looks wise at least Janis: great Jimmy: any road, my brother's deaf, if I start spreading that shit about they'll be asking my sister if she's got a fake leg or some bollocks Jimmy: be a bit rude to her Janis: I'm not gonna chat shit on your unfortunate genetics, don't worry Janis: can't rival mine anyway Jimmy: @iantaylor8 if you wanna have a go Janis: unless he has his own law firm, I'm not bothered Jimmy: 💔 for him Janis: obviously, we had a great time amongst the unwashed bibs and muddy footballs Jimmy: surprised she could get the door open Jimmy: 💀💪 Janis: got that burst of adrenaline knowing she'd get extra treats from her master for it Janis: could've been in there alone, obviously helps other people give more of a fuck that it was you Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: so yeah, it is your fault, cheers Jimmy: didn't send myself or force you to have that 🚬 off me, mate Janis: not my go-to defense story Janis: crying rape might seem kinda cute but I'm alright Jimmy: funny Jimmy: you ain't that cute I NEED to fuck you mid P.E Janis: oh no Janis: let me go cry into the nearest 🏀 Jimmy: the mats would be a better shout, they've managed all that 💦 Janis: oh yeah, bring up the mats Janis: not heard enough about what a romantic setting they are Jimmy: soz, next time I'll assault you in the 🚽 Janis: even better Janis: I'll just stay in there and set up shop Jimmy: 💕 Janis: should've picked an option with a racket Jimmy: 🎻🎻 Janis: work too, fair heft behind that Jimmy: bit of class an' all Jimmy: rich girl won't have nowt to whinge about Janis: 'cos I've proved well classy Jimmy: will do with a full orchestra behind your rampage Janis: I'll find a music nerd in these DMs Jimmy: 🥇💡 Janis: beats Mia suing me 'cos I killed her girlfriend Jimmy: another'd spawn from Mia's rib or some bollocks Jimmy: she'd be alright Jimmy: if she don't regurgitate one like a 🐍 jaw unhinged Janis: 🐑 don't baa on the way out, new boy Janis: ask my sister Jimmy: You're alright, I'd rather not talk to her Janis: wow Janis: same Jimmy: 😱😱😱 OMG Jimmy: no wonder every dickhead thinks we're love's young dream Janis: yeah, she's SUCH a delight, everyone else 💘s her Jimmy: obvs Janis: you're new, so I'll let you off for not being up enough on the gossip this once Jimmy: tah Jimmy: so generous, you Janis: apparently so Jimmy: go on, what do you want me to do Janis: ? Jimmy: you're that 💔 Janis: you can't do fuck all Janis: even if I were Jimmy: Why can't I? Janis: what's to do Janis: they chat shit 'cos they got none of their own Janis: none as interesting as what they wanna gob off about anyway Jimmy: I dunno, that's why I asked Jimmy: but alright Janis: just forget about it 'til they do, like you said Jimmy: nowt to bother remembering Janis: not a diss, just factual so Janis: yeah Jimmy: bet Ella counts her 🚬 Janis: easier habit to hide when you have to brush your teeth at least ten times a day Jimmy: got something else to blame when they go yellow and fall out an' all Janis: set of falsies is the way to go Janis: off and on again whenever you need to purge Janis: I'll float it Jimmy: shame she don't do lads Jimmy: that's a kink right there Janis: she definitely does Janis: that's why this is bullshit Janis: does whatever 💀👑 needs her to Jimmy: I'll live without hearing about them threesomes Janis: grim Jimmy: they still ain't welcome up north Janis: 💔 how will they cope Jimmy: idk idc obvs babes Janis: 🤮🤮🤮 Jimmy: go ahead and spread that about as your official ™ reaction to my 😘 Janis: no one cares if you were good, new boy Jimmy: bollocks Jimmy: that'll be why my inbox is full Janis: your inbox is full because a. people think you're good as is b. they wanna know if I am Jimmy: if they reckon I'm good they care enough to have thought about it Janis: alright, they're well concerned Janis: if you need 'em to be Jimmy: piss off Jimmy: you ain't concerned about what I do or don't need Janis: nah, I'm not Janis: just a weird hill to live and die on Jimmy: would be if it were the one I were on Janis: 👍 Janis: just saying, no one is concerning themselves if I had a good time or not Jimmy: I heard you Janis: alright Jimmy: in a bit then Janis: later Janis: [actually later, like a lesson or so whatever] Janis: do you know George Daley? Jimmy: Why? Janis: 'cos I wanna know if he's telling the truth or not Jimmy: about what? Janis: apparently you told him loads of extra details he was loudly telling his mates Jimmy: leave it out Jimmy: new boy, remember Janis: he's not also saying you're best friends Jimmy: I'm saying I've said nowt Jimmy: piss off Janis: okay Janis: you're marginally more plausible than him so take your word Jimmy: I'll take my 🏆 soon as you've engraved it Janis: don't get ahead of yourself Janis: either your imagination is lacking or it's his Janis: and I know you're WELL artistic so Jimmy: alright, stop flirting with me Janis: how many more girls need to tell you that's disgusting Jimmy: how many lasses are in this school? Janis: ha Janis: know they don't do royalty in the north, even they ain't that thick Janis: come up with a new bit probably Jimmy: 👌 Janis: send you his socials if you wanna smack him down Jimmy: go on then Janis: [does] Janis: he's the least attractive one in the groupshot, go figure Jimmy: the 🦐 looking twat? Jimmy: alright Janis: 😂 Janis: good shout Janis: fits with your fish kink Jimmy: What lesson you in? Janis: Physics Jimmy: that's [a classroom/ lab number situ, don't get lost boy] ? Janis: next one along Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [shows up and decks this boy so that all kicks off] Janis: [dramaaaaaaa] Jimmy: [enjoy the show bitches] Janis: [what are you gonna make of that, ladies, when it looks like you're defending her honour instead of your own] Jimmy: [when you lowkey are though, we see you boy] Janis: [we all do, not her though so it's fine] Jimmy: [literally been here no time Jimothy, casual crush at first sight okay then] Janis: [we know you're both hot no hiding from that] Janis: how much trouble you get in? Jimmy: You've been here longer than me, have a guess Janis: 🤔🤔 Janis: depends how much of a good mood the head was in 🥴 Jimmy: ☕ were half full Jimmy: might be 🥃🥃 or 🥃🥃🥃 depending on his measures Janis: either way, bet you have to write him an apology Janis: always make you do that Jimmy: [shows her his 🦐 doodles all over said apology] Jimmy: ✔ Janis: 😏 sincere Jimmy: Am I supposed to invite him out for a 🦐🍛 or what? Janis: no Janis: he'll 😢 and with his eye how it is now, might explode from the pressure Jimmy: can either handle a #ladsnightout or you can't Janis: poor shrimpy Janis: he looks better for the swelling, honestly Jimmy: might write me a thank you note Jimmy: been after a pen pal Jimmy: 💕 Janis: figures Jimmy: ? Janis: artistic Janis: prefer 🖋 over 🗣 Jimmy: nah, just northern Jimmy: can barely write and I need the practice Janis: tell the head that, she can tell her bosses, and they'll get you out of detention Jimmy: 👍 Janis: success story ⭐ Jimmy: my dad will be dead proud Janis: buzzing Jimmy: what am I missing then? Janis: a sense of purpose? Janis: your keys? Janis: what? Jimmy: what 🗨 dickhead Janis: oh, what shrimpdick said? Janis: just more bollocks than I'd heard already Janis: if it were bad before, it's 💘 now Jimmy: you could've said 💀👑 were in there Janis: how was I supposed to know you'd show up Jimmy: what did you think I were gonna do? Janis: well, see him after school sounds a bit gay but Janis: not barge in to a lesson, obviously Jimmy: yeah I asked you for directions I weren't gonna use Janis: I thought you were bullshitting Jimmy: you're alright, there's nobody about to see me 😭 Janis: probably work in our favour once everyone else calms down Janis: reckons we're both gay so Janis: let her do the work with the 🗨 Jimmy: what were it you said? buzzing Jimmy: that'll be me Janis: 👍 Janis: you didn't get in proper shit, did you Jimmy: What's proper shit? Janis: like excluded level Janis: anything below that, not saying sorry for your 😭 Jimmy: weren't after a sorry off you any road Janis: 💔 Jimmy: and I never hit him that hard Janis: I know Janis: but he's being a right tart about it Janis: make more sense if he was good looking to start with Jimmy: 🦐💔 Jimmy: you a vegetarian or what? Janis: hilarious 🙄 Jimmy: 🤡 me Jimmy: it were you who said it Janis: 'cos my taste borders outside aquatic, I'm gay now, alright Jimmy: nowt to do with me Jimmy: literally Janis: you asked Jimmy: nah Janis: you just curious about my dietary needs Jimmy: if that's a crime, give Mia's dad a bell Janis: 🤞💘 Janis: they're well pissed off rn, nothing else Jimmy: sod catholic school, don't even need it Jimmy: about to get into heaven off the back of that Janis: told 'em it weren't me that was getting #saved Jimmy: you wanna piss 'em off a bit more? Janis: obviously? Jimmy: Alright, what would? Jimmy: I'm here, you're there and we're 💕 Janis: you said no one's about? Jimmy: I did do Janis: a teachers showed? Jimmy: nah but that means they could in a bit Janis: fuck it Janis: hang on then Jimmy: 🤞💘 Janis: [ask for a pissbreak, go to whatever room this is and take a #goals selfie for the first time] Jimmy: [love that because it makes the fake dating less out of the blue as a request so well done lads] Janis: [you're welcome] Janis: get more ❤s than her she'll 💥 Jimmy: I'd say challenge accepted but it ain't one Janis: 🥺 when your boyfriend isn't as fit as you thought Jimmy: if you're doing that face since you've been back, you'll really sell the starcrossed lovers angle Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: 😒 translate just as well Jimmy: I get it, there's no oscar in your future Janis: fuck off Janis: it ain't hard Jimmy: couldn't hack the proposition of being in my ad, you Janis: that's different Janis: besides, tell me it won't be funnier to make her do it Jimmy: might be for the first 10 takes Janis: she gets to roleplay with daddy to rehearse she'll be 🏆 Jimmy: SUCH a romantic, you Janis: just want her to be happy, like Jimmy: fuck her, I'm giving you the 🏆 Janis: #blessed Jimmy: that's me, obvs Janis: no, you're #saved Janis: don't hog them all Jimmy: one #'s worth fuck all Jimmy: every dickhead knows you need to flood it Jimmy: bit biblical an' all, that Janis: you get sent her to get turned? Janis: hardcore conversion therapy Janis: here* Jimmy: not gay, just fit and mysterious Janis: 👌 Jimmy: gone right off 🐙🦑🦐🦞🦀🐡🐠🐟 but I don't reckon we can call that hardcore Jimmy: or much of a turn Janis: aren't supposed to eat shellfish actually, so God should be made up Jimmy: success story ⭐ Jimmy: like you said Janis: can go back to where you came from now Janis: in the nicest, non-racist way possible Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: 🙏* Jimmy: tah my dear Janis: not 👠👠 but you get what you pay for Jimmy: ain't my fault the tip jar's got nowt in Jimmy: @💀👑 Janis: I remember Jimmy: she ain't changed her ways or owt recently, funny that Janis: she needs the #bornagain Janis: thank fuck she ain't got a dog Jimmy: Oi, what's El if not a service 🐕? Janis: she walks herself enough though Jimmy: she does do laps round the table before she gets her ☕ Janis: not surprised Janis: beyond surprised she can still manage it without the heart attack, obvs Jimmy: 🙏* Janis: deal with the 😈 Janis: gotcha Jimmy: if you can say fuck it today, why not, like? Janis: decent tagline Janis: I'll put it on the site Jimmy: good shout Jimmy: I were gonna say if you need 📸 for it, give me a shout an' all Janis: like IOU one 💘 selfie? Jimmy: sir ain't getting my nudes that easy Janis: gutted Jimmy: 🎻💔😭 Jimmy: call it another deal with the 😈 if you want, mate, but I were being serious Jimmy: bagsied the 🎨 ages ago Janis: alright Jimmy: alright Janis: was thinking, how do we piss her off more with this project Janis: without it being dead obvious that that's what we're doing Jimmy: Depends Janis: on? Jimmy: do you mean us or the #content? Janis: both Jimmy: what thoughts did you have? Janis: well, obviously we can't put in anything that she can run to sir with Janis: but, like the ad, you can edit it to be like one of those no win no fee things like you said Janis: shit like that Jimmy: Do you know what her dad actually looks like? Janis: hold on Janis: [finds his linkedin or whatever 'cos that bitch] Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: you reckon we could use his shit Janis: he has a website as well, can take bits of that as #inspiration Jimmy: few edits so it ain't LITERALLY his, bit of a parody, OMG she'll be fuming Janis: right, that's the VIBE Janis: could use his face but distort it, shadow it, put a bag over Janis: you know she'd know still Jimmy: I've been pissing about with hers an' all Jimmy: [shows her what he's been up to because he didn't have her father's deets] Janis: that's good Janis: on the same page on this one Janis: make 'em victims of medical negligence or something Janis: botched hair transplant Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: dickheads sometimes put a 👍 review of their website, happy clients that sort of bollocks Janis: right Janis: and if we make her the lawyer she wants to be Janis: can't really complain Jimmy: she can't but not to sir Jimmy: can* Janis: that's all I care about Janis: she ain't gonna stop COMING for me 😭 Jimmy: or her man for me 😱😱 Janis: soz I don't know what classes he takes so you can smack him and all Jimmy: he'll find me, unless they're both all mouth Janis: 🤷 Jimmy: *🤞 Janis: least the muscles are purely for show Jimmy: 💪🏆 me Janis: mhmm Jimmy: so complimentary, you Jimmy: I get why your inbox is full Janis: don't need to be Janis: I'm the 🏆 Jimmy: I'm taking back the one I gave you a bit ago for generosity or whatever bollocks it were Janis: I'll survive, mate Jimmy: 👌 dry your eyes and crack on Janis: enjoy your DMs Jimmy: Oi I'm illiterate remember, and there's no need to rub it in, Janet Janis: there'll be lots of pictures for you, no doubt Janis: get the gist real easy Jimmy: 🤤🤤😍😍 Jimmy: might be right about me being saved Janis: 😷 GROSS Jimmy: we'll both live Jimmy: 💔🎻 Janis: real tragedy that Jimmy: give it a few years to get on the English curriculum Janis: not that you'll ever know Jimmy: might still be trying to pass it Janis: awh Jimmy: *🤷 Janis: i'm well concerned about your education Jimmy: HANG ON, is this NERD FLIRTING?!! 💕🤓 Jimmy: I'd heard loads about it Janis: have to see what 💀👑 reckons Jimmy: I'll @ her Janis: she'll love that Jimmy: [does obviously and sends her whatever response] Janis: good to know she's SO on board with this 💘 Janis: have to keep it up if she's gonna be so 😭 😤 Jimmy: if she can't have us, next best, obvs Janis: now she knows how poor Ella feels Jimmy: what the fuck is going on there? Janis: if she ain't in love with her idk Janis: she don't need her to buy her shit Jimmy: I'll have to @ her an' all Janis: fill your boots sherlock Janis: 🤞 it's a death cult naturally, so they take my sister with 'em Jimmy: sounds like a bit of me, that Jimmy: gutted I pissed off their leader Janis: well, you want a new 👜 she'll take you in and make you pay with  🩸🥵😭 Jimmy: if it can start a gay teletubby scandal, might do something for me Janis: better rep than 💫💘 Janis: probably Jimmy: what ain't? Janis: cheer Janis: s Janis: not the only one with an inbox full of hilarious 'better' offers Jimmy: you wanna go from 😍😍 to 💀💀💀 in 3 days that's your shout Jimmy: be a record around here at any rate Janis: I'll just do one when you get mixed messages and top yourself Jimmy: take it up with the 'better' offers, more of 'em you can take out, the 'better' this shithole would be Janis: no shit, like Janis: not that much of a slag, sadly Jimmy: you called me Sherlock, pointing out the bloody obvious is my job done Janis: go shoot up and go to your mind palace, like Jimmy: not that much of a druggie, sadly Janis: letdown Janis: said you were 😎 Jimmy: 😎 by 💀👑 standards is bound to be a letdown by yours, Jules Janis: understatement Jimmy: alright, bighead Janis: coming from you, that's almost a compliment Jimmy: I know Jimmy: you can stop fishing now Janis: piss off Jimmy: 😏 Janis: 🖕🖕🖕 NEW BOY Jimmy: 💕 Janis: anything that reminds you of our glorious leader 😍 Jimmy: this teacher's ☕ breath is really doing it for me Janis: cruel and unusual punishment that Janis: tell socials you're being tortured Jimmy: start me a # Janis: #justiceforjimmy is catchy but you don't have a name so won't help Jimmy: @ Mia's dad for legal words beginning with n Jimmy: 🤞 he's got that far in the alphabet or you're on your own, girl Janis: I'll have to go for the cryptic #whereisnewboy Janis: not having 👀 on you must be well distressing for them anyway Jimmy: steady on though, sounds a bit like I've already ghosted you Jimmy: not very #goals that Janis: oh yeah Janis: 🐇🐇🐇 Jimmy: 🐇 on the boil or nowt Jimmy: 💀👑 rule 1 Janis: I'll think on it then 👻 boy Jimmy: 👍 Janis: #getghostboyout Janis: how long did you actually get in there? Jimmy: #bustoutghostboy Janis: lowkey suggestive Jimmy: 👻👻👻👻👻👻👻 Jimmy: right, they'll LOVE that Janis: [pisstakey socials] Jimmy: [replies that are lowkey suggestive because we know we've started something] Janis: [when you don't even know what you're doing but you're doing IT] Jimmy: [god bless you both]

[portraitsofivy]

Local Newsies Production - Review

ACT 1

Santa Fe prologue was so good, and soooooo much less awkward than the live version. it was super cute

Crutchie ‘shot’ jack with his crutch at “earthquake or war”

Davey more shy

really comes out during seize the day v. twwk

“Even though we ain’t got hats or badges” - Davey touches his hat and looks very confused @ Jack

Katherine was freaking adorable

Sang watch what happens way more frustrated than kara, as a writer i found it #relatable

“What a face” - said with disgust. I approve. Boys are gross.

harmonies were so good

THE SET WAS HUGE AND MOVED JUST LIKE THE BROADWAY ONE AND OMG I LOVED IT

if rather tell u want I'm hoping for tonight - katherine straight up laughs in his face

One guy played Weasel, Jacobi and Roosevelt. He was great. Every character had a different walk, a different talk, He was great. 130/10

Albert’s mic kept going out but he projected you go sweetie

LES WAS ADORABLE HE IS THE KING OF COMEDY

STARED AT THE BOWERY BEAUTY FOR SO LONG

I ALMOST CRIED OF LAUGHTER

LITERALLY SHOO’ED DAVEY AWAY WHEN MEDDA TOLD HIM TO MOVE

THAT KID WAS MY FAVOURITE

They changed almost all the ‘hells’ to heck, but jack says damn a lot lol

CHOREO IS SO GOOD

SANTA FE WAS BEAUTIFUL

jack was restrained as crutchie getting arrested - like this much better

medda cOULD BELT HOLY SHIT

KathERINE CAN BELT TOO OMG

race is hilarious

v carefree

responsible tho

K: “Let’s get drunk!” -K

R: “Yeah!” *looks at Les* ‘wait no’

K: “NOT WITH LIQUOR”

R: ‘oh ok good’

Henry is great

gives crutchie a piggy back ride after wwk

Crutchie just freaking bolted onto his back and off they scampered

Davey and crutchie shake hands and introduce themselves while jack and LEs were talking. A+

dutchie is strong

def more 92sies than bway

jack looks like akb sometimes

Davey is v nervous

one kids name was evan hannon

Delanceys played by actual brothers

“That’s pitiful” was said very loudly, like Race wanted it to be a joke. Crutchie was very hurt, and everyone was like “wtf dude” @ Race so he apologized and hugged Crutchie it was v pure

lotsa hugs

WHEN THEY THREW THE PAPES THEY LOOKED STRAIGHT AT US

PROBS CAUSE WE WERE CHEERING AND WEARING NEWSIES CAPS

AND THEY DID IT AGAIN TO CLEAR THE STAGE AND MADE EYE CONTACT

SANTA FE OMG

pronounces every letter like a proper theatre kid omg

cRUTCHIE IS READY TO THROW DOWN

fights the scabs

fights Delanceys

fights eVERYONE

p sure he fights jack at some point tbh

One kid that looks like chaz Wolcott

one little girl, she's so good omg. dances her little heart out. you go girl. she's so great. I love her.

specs looks like Ryan Steele

Specs: ‘and I lost my shoe!’

Race: ‘wtf dude’

LIVE MUSIC

V GOOD LIVE MUSIC

SOUNDS LIKE THE RECORDING TBH

((RACHEL THE TRUMPET SOLOIST WAS FREAKING FANTASTIC))

also everyone is v cute. seems nice. 11/10, would befriend.

cheer a lot

they love it

can see the grins

For the World Will Know they opened some doors and Davey had to dug to get in them

ACT 2

DAVEY CHANGED AND LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE ANOTHER NEWSIE HE’S NOT EVEN COLOUR-CODED I LIKE IT VERY MUCH OK

Kath’s costume was weird?? Ngl it made her neck look funny, and made her look like a dwarf but she was still cute and lovely

Medda’s feather fell, and when she went backstage to fix it her mic was on and she talked really loudly and everyone on stage froze for like .01 of a second and then jack just kept going and i applaud their professionalism

Kath straight up grabbed Jack’s shirt and jerked him down for the kiss

NO STAGE KISS, IT WAS FULL ON LIP-TO-LIP CONTACT, I WAS V SURPRISED

while they were kissing some kid in the back went ‘w o w’ and my sisters lost it

As they were rolling the set for Letter on, my sister whispers “oh no.”

There were lots of kids in the refuge? I loved it

This crutchie, omg. He’s definitely my favourite. So he’s singing Letter From the Refuge, and he’s very bitter and upset and sarcastic and i Love it and then the kid shushes him and he just sits in silence for several seconds and when he starts singing again he’s crying and omg he’s my favourite crutchie ever move over AKB

Also he and Race had very fluffy brown hair aaaaaaand I want it

In the office scene, davEY WAS STRAIGHT UP LEANING BACK AND ROCKING IN PULITZER’S OFFICE CHAIR HE WAS SO HAUGHTY I LOVE IT

This kid was a bass and low tenor and WWH rep. Is v high (obvs) so they had to do a weird key but PROPS TO THIS KID HE PULLED IT OFF GREAT

Henry is my favourite. Sorry, everyone else can go home. He’s great.

Had Jack physically restrained by Snyder in Pulitzer’s office. Again, I like it.

WHEN THE BROOKLYN KIDS CAME ON THEY STRAIGHT UP VAULTED OFF THE SET IS WAS GREAT

OK SPOT CONLON CAME ON, HE WAS TALL AND BUFF AND I LOOKED AT MY SISTER AND MOUTHED ‘hot damn’ AND SHE LAUGHED

Lots of hugging between Race and Crutchie

More Race and Finch action than Race and Albert. Albert didn’t really do much, Finch and Henry were the most notable ‘ensemble’ parts

I GOT A NEWSPAPER

They got a standing ovation!

While Les was talking about having a girl Davey was so shocked and confused and big brother mode was kicking on and it was hilarious

That whole scene was my favourite tbh. Davey was so dry. ‘What’s a fellow got to do to get away from you people?’ *in the driest tone, and very fast* theresnoescapinguspalwereinevitable

“Jack?” “Yeah?” *grabs upper arm* “It’s good to have you back.”

*pause where they tenderly hold each other’s forearms*

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

Something to Believe In, Jack’s voice was kinda scratchy but he still did good and i loved it

That whole song was great

In the office scene, Pulitzer’s assistant  r u n s  in, shouts, “MR PULITZER THE MAYOR IS HERE AND YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU WONT BELIEVE WHO ELSE,” and skids to a stop about center stage.

That guy was freaking hilarious tbh

WHEN CRUTCHIE CAME OUT HE WAS LIKE ‘DID YA MISS ME’ AND THEY WERE LIKE ‘NAH’ AND THEN DOG-PILED HIM

Crutchie saw Jack and very softly called “jack!” and they ran to each other and hugged for a few seconds it was v soft and everyone ‘aww’ed

“What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Tarantulas? Sandstorms?” *pffts and walks off*

THE CURTAIN CALL OMG

THEY SANG SO MANY REPRISES

THEY JUST KEPT COMING BACK

THEY GOT A STANDING OVATION, THEY WERE SMILING SO BIG

WE STOOD AND CLAPPED FOR TEN MINUTES

AND THEY READ OFF NAMES AND WE WERE STILL STANDING AND APPLAUDING

AND THEN THEY SANG AGAIN

CRUTCHIE AND RACE HAD THEIR ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND WERE USING THEIR CIGAR AND CRUTCH AS A MICROPHONE

THEY KEPT WAVING AS THE CURTAIN DROPPED

THEY KNELT ON THE GROUND AND WAVED

AND THEIR HANDS WERE STICKING OUT AT THE BOTTOM

THEY WERE SO PURE AAAAA

BASICALLY, 32974Y24732786/10, WOULD DEFINITELY SEE AGAIN

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You’re Always Right

Requested by the amazingly talented @sorenmarie87​

Dean x Reader | Prompt 13: “I promise you I have never once sparkled in the sunlight.” (SMUT)

Words: 2810

Warnings: Smut (obvs), language

A/N: None really. Hope you like it doll! Love ya!!!

“How do you know, Dean?”

“Because, I’ve done this before, sweetheart.”

“I have too, but I don’t remember ever hearing about vamps walking around in the daylight.”

“Trust me, with the way things are lately, you can’t always trust the lore. Or what we know,” Dean lowered his machete and turned to you. “Everything is upside down lately, you know that.”

“I do, but still, I just don’t see how vamps are able to do that without burning,” you replied, getting frustrated with his lack of a reasonable answer.

“Even monsters have anomalies among them,” Sam spoke up from behind you. “We’ve seen some pretty crazy things lately (Y/N).”

Shaking your head, you raised your brows in resignation and turned back towards the abandoned house a hundred yards in front of you.

“Ok, so what’s the plan?” you asked Dean.

Before he could answer, an old, rusted car came around the bend and pulled to a stop in front of the house. Three men and a woman poured out, with one of them circling around to the trunk and popping it open.

The bright afternoon sun reflected off the chrome of the trunk as it flew up and the vamp reached inside pulling out the body that was bound and gagged.

“Alright, Winchester, you were right? Happy?” you said poking his shoulder.

“Extremely. Proving you wrong is something I live for,” he said with a smile and winked before turning back towards the car. “Wait until they’re inside. We flank the house, cover all the exits. I’ll go in for the girl.”

“I bet you will,” you mumbled under your breath, annoyed that Dean was always chasing after the victims; especially the female ones.

“What was that?”

“Nothing… just, let’s get this over with,” you said and unsheathed your blade.

Approaching the house, Sam circled around back, while Dean went towards the front. You wanted on the blind side of the porch in case one of the half-dozen bloodsuckers got past the brothers.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of a vampire being out in the broad daylight. No matter how odd the monsters were lately, it just didn’t seem as though that was possible. Your mind started to race as to what it could be, how they could be out…

Gunshots rang out. Screams from inside the house made your blood curdle as you saw Sam sprinting from around the back of the house, blood covering his shirt.

“You good?” he asked frantically as he raced past you towards the front.

“Yeah… Dean?!” you yelled running after him.

“I don’t know!”

Reaching the front of the house, Dean was standing there, with three severed heads at his feet and a big smile on his face.

“See? Daytime Vamps…” he said as he bent down and pulled up a lip of one of the heads.

Its fangs were still out, sending a cringe through you. “I get it, you were right… alright? Can we go now?”

“No… really… I wanna hear it,” Dean smirked and offered you a playful wink.

Sighing, you shifted your weight to your other foot and put the hand not holding the machete on your hips. “Fine. You were right. Dean Winchester is the smartest man alive.”

Dean threw his arms wide and grinned a large, toothy grin as he looked at his brother. Sam shook his head and reattached his blade to his belt.

“How the hell did you manage to take down three of them like that? Especially when they weren’t asleep?” you asked, actually quite impressed with Dean, but wouldn’t dare tell him that.

“Cause I am that good, sweetheart.”

“Or, maybe you just have a thing for vamps… having been one yourself,” you retorted and instantly felt bad.

“Wow… low blow,” Sam mumbled and passed you a look that made you feel even worse.

“Dean... I’m sorry… I just—”

“It's fine. And you’re right. I do have a thing for vamps. A thing for making sure they all die bloody. Mostly because they are disgusting, vile monsters, but also because one of them had the nerve to try and turn me.”

Dean looked down at one of the heads and snorted a laugh as he nudged at its heavily painted and shiny face with his boot. “However. For my brief time as a bloodsucker, I can promise you I never once sparkled in the sunlight.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh as your face tinged bright red.

“C’mon, let’s get these things gone and go find the closest bar. I need a drink,” Dean said as he brushed past you, not looking at you but lightly bumping your shoulder as he did.

  You sat at the end of the bar next to Sam as he scrolled some sites on his laptop, but your eyes were fixed on Dean. He was chatting up the bartender, a blonde with little boobs and big brown eyes set firmly on the eldest Winchester.

The pull in your gut every time he laughed at her made you ache. Unable to watch the object of your affections flirt with another, you downed the shot of whiskey sitting in front of you, as well as Sam’s.

“Hey,” he said with a half-hearted objection. “I was going to drink that.”

“Shoulda done it faster then,” you mumbled as you slipped off the chair.

The two shots, in addition to the two you’d downed ten minutes before, hit hard as you sauntered past where Dean was sitting and talking with Bartender Barbie.

“Hey…” he said as you went by, “where are you going?”

Stopping without turning, you drew in a deep breath. Trying not to sound how you felt, you pushed your shoulders back and turned your head enough to see him from your peripheral.  

“Going to find myself someone to celebrate with.”

Just as you were about to approach two very good-looking guys and one gorgeous woman by the pool table, feeling like any of them would do to numb the pain, you felt a hand wrap around your arm.

“No, you’re not. You’re too drunk,” Dean said quietly in your ear.

It caused a rush of adrenaline and ache for him to break out across your skin. Turning around fully to face him, his bright green eyes were fixed on yours.

“What the hell do you care? You got your… conquest for the night.”

Dean shook his head, but his face softened as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Conquest? You think that’s what that is?”

“What else could it be, Dean? Clearly, you have a type,” you snorted and tried to shake his grip.

“Maybe. But it ain’t her,” Dean shook his head and closed his eyes, steeling himself to what he was about to say. “Apparently my type is a snarky hunter who doesn’t really give me the time of day.”

His eyes bore deeply into your flesh, causing your cheeks to burn hot and unable to look directly at him.

“Yeah, and who’s that? Jodi?” you snorted with a smile, but Dean didn’t react.

“You’re drunk.”

“And you’re an ass.”

“I don’t doubt it, darlin’. Especially if you think I was talking about anyone other than you,” Dean’s lips pursed together in frustration as he loosened his grip on your arm. “But, you know, if you wanna go get your rocks off with one of them…” he motioned with his chin towards the pool table, “I can’t stop ya I guess.”

Pulling your arm completely free, you knew the whiskey was making you be harsher with him than you intended. But the feelings you’d carried for Dean all this time were starting to really affect you.

“Yeah, you’ve been real clear with that Dean. That’s why every case we work, you save the damsel in distress, right? Every case… you are flirting and eyeing some bimbo.”

“Mhm, and why do you think I do that? Flirting gets results, sweetheart. And, mister puppy dog eyes over there can’t seem to pull it off without getting all flustery.”

“So, you flirt for your job?”

“I do. We do what we have to in order to get the job done. Besides, I remember a werewolf hunt last month where you nearly went home with one of our suspects… that was real fun to watch by the way.”

Suddenly it hit you. Why he’s been so distant with you, so sarcastic. Dean wasn’t exactly the poster boy for talking about feelings, and the ones you thought he might have had for you in the beginning really were there; he just had no idea how to let you know.

At the same time you felt angry. If he wanted you, he should have said something instead of wasting the several months you’ve been hunting together.

“You know something, Winchester. I hate you. You do nothing but infuriate me most of the time.”

“Same here, sweetheart. I guess that’s why we work so well together,” Dean’s brow furrowed as his hand slowly returned to your arm.

This time he touched you gently, caressing the flesh of your skin with his thumb as he cautiously pulled you towards him

“So, now… tell me again how you want to go over there and take some civilian home,” his voice was low and guttural and in that instant, there was no one else in the bar, but you and him.

“I… can’t,” the words fell from your lips in a whisper, causing him to smile smugly.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“What about Sam?”

Dean looked back over his shoulder at his brother who was currently smiling and chatting up a second bartender that had come onto her shift.

“I think he’s fine,” Dean said returning his electric gaze back at you.

  The hotel room door burst open with force as Dean pushed you through it. Before it was shut with the latch clicking closed, he was tearing off your shirt and bra, and burying his face into your neck. The feeling of his breath on you was pure bliss as the rough skin on his hands fell down your back towards your ass.

Lifting you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as his lips moved from your neck, down your chest to your breasts. Your head was spinning at the rush of him against you, as well as the whiskey still coursing through your veins.

Dean had you up against the wall before he lifted his eyes back to meet yours. He wanted to speak, but your eyes pleaded with him to not say whatever it was, in fear of the moment being ruined with rational thinking.

He got the hint and pressed a heated kiss to your lips, stealing the bit of breath you had. Dean bit your lower lip playfully before taking in as much of your tongue as he could; making you feel as though he may swallow you completely.

Dean kissed you as deeply and yet as slowly, as his desire would let him. Not wanting to let an ounce of you go untasted, he slowly walked you to the bed and laid you down on it. He swallowed thickly as he gingerly unbuttoned your jeans and slid them off and threw them to the side.

He went to work on removing his own shirt before lowering himself onto you. Wrapping your arms up around his shoulders, you could feel the hard swell of his cock through his jeans as it pressed into thigh.

“You still got far too many clothes on Winchester,” you purred, reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

Once it was undone, you palmed him through his pants, making him growl into your ear. The more pressure you applied to his hardon, the faster he struggled to remove the rest of his clothes. When they were finally tossed aside, he pawed at your panties and plunged his hand deep into your folds without warning.

“God damn woman,” Dean moaned, licking his lips before running his tongue and teeth up the length of your neck from collarbone to ear.

The tease of his fingers was enough to drive you crazy. Waiting as long as you had to have Dean in your bed had been maddening, but now that he was, and he was so close to being inside you, every second he made you wait was a new kind of torture.

“Dean… please…” you begged, arching your back up just to feel the throb of his dick near your pulsating sex. “Don’t you tease me.”

You felt his lips snarl into a smile as your hands clawed their way down his back, pushing him down into you.

“Oh, no sweetheart… not yet,” he teased as he reached around to remove your hands and pin them over your head with one of his.

Grabbing his member with his free hand, he ran it deliberately over your clit several times while assaulting your neck and chest with his mouth. Biting, licking and sucking your skin as if you were the only thing giving him life.

“Dean…”

The way his name fell from your lips was enough to break his own resistance and plunge deep inside of you. A sharp breath escaped your mouth; the heat of it on his skin elicited a primal grunt from the hunter.

The hand he had pinned your arms down with reluctantly let go as traveled down your body, finding your breasts and taking your nipple between his fingers. With your hands free, you found your strength and pushed him up and over onto his back before he could protest.

Repositioning yourself, you slowly began grind your hips on him and his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. Dean’s eyes closed and his mouth fell open with heavy breaths as you writhed on top of him, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside you.

The faster you moved, he more painful his fingers dig into you, but you liked the agony of it. You could already feel yourself reaching your climax but didn’t want it to end. Slowing your waves against him, your bent down and kissed his mouth. His arms snaked up into your hair and pushed your mouth down harder onto his while still greedily thrusting into you.

He sat up suddenly, pulling you into him and burying his face into your breasts. The swift change in position was all it took for your walls to fluttered against his dick, constricting on him as you hit your climax.

“Fuck!” he growled into you as his hands wrapped around you tighter, letting himself go just as you did.

It felt as though it was over before it started, but every second he had been touching you, inside of you, kissing you… was worth every second you waited for him.

His skin has a light coating of sweat that tasted salty as you pressed your lips against his shoulder. Feeling him continued to shudder against you, you lightly grazed your teeth against the flesh and smiled to yourself when he shivered.

Pulling himself back from you, he brushed the hair from your face and smiled. “Well if I knew it could be that good I would’ve done something bout this a long time ago,” he said, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile.

“Yeah, once again, you’re right,” you teased, leaving a soft kiss against his mouth. “But, uh, now that you know… what do we do about it?”

Gingerly climbing off his lap and laying down next to him, Dean rested his head on the pillow next to you and traced the line of your neck down to your shoulders, coming to rest on the soft swell of your hips.

“Well, first. We’re gonna shower. Then, we’re gonna order some room service and check on Sammy. Then, we’re gonna do it again. And again. And probably again.”

“We’re gonna shower? As in together?”

“Yes. Yes, that is exactly what we are gonna do,” Dean said and sprang up suddenly.

Despite your playful protests, Dean picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the bathroom.

Placing you down in the tub, he turned on the hot water and stepped in with you.

“So, this plan… this ok with you?”

“Best one you came up with today,” you said nonchalantly, running your fingers up his now wet chest.

“Hey.. hey. My plan worked for the vamps. Not my fault you and Sam didn’t see any action,” he raised his brows as you spiritedly punched his arm.

“Next time, we go in together.”

Dean softened his gaze and brushed a thumb against your cheek. “From now on, we do it all together.”

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