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kitimeq · 7 months ago

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-ˋˏ ༻❁ surprise encounter 🤍 sylus 秦 ❀༺ ˎˊ-

❀˖°pairing: sylus x reader

❀˖°summary: You’ve been playing love&deepspace ever since the game came out and it became your comfort place now. You like all of the boys, but you have the highest affinity with sylus, who had your heart in a grasp ever since the beginning. Who would’ve thought that he shares the sentiment? And after your monthly absence from the game, he decides to pay you a little visit and finally confess to all of it (and maybe kind of try to kidnap you in the process too oho).

❀˖° tropes: fluff, angst to fluff, fluff to angst to fluff? fluff to angst to fluff to angst to fluff???? idk angst with happy ending!

❀˖°word count: no idea, it goes on for days sorry. (7k!!)

❀˖°warning!: i apologize for any mistakes, i am not a native speaker of english!! if you see any errors you can write me a dm and i will correct them for sure ♡ and i think it gets better later! i can’t write for shi, especially the beginnings, and the second part was fueled by my delulu so it is probably much more fun to read 🤍

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You liked days like these: quiet days, lazy ones, when you didn’t have any errands to run, meetings to attend, or people to please. You could just stay inside for the whole day, reading your favorite books and playing cozy games, spending your time however you wanted. Today was Saturday and you didn’t have to go to work until Monday and you decided that you finally deserved to have some rest after the last couple of weeks of almost working yourself to the bone due to the amount of the assingments you had to complete at work. You often had to stay after hours or work from home to complete everything in time. Your work was not usually that challenging, but there were certain times of the year when everyone at your job had their hands full and when it happened, you were almost completely cut off not only from your social, but also personal life. However, you never complained, because you actually liked what you were doing, and even if the occasional hard times were inevitable, your work brought you so much fun and satisfaction.

And today was a good day! You finally finished everything you had to do, so you could go back to your favourite game. You didn’t have time to play recently due to the amount of work, up to the point that you didn’t even bother to check in to grab some stamina. Usually, love&deepspace was an important part of your day - you logged in there at least twice a day, completed every task thrown your way and had a blast doing so, but these couple of weeks were so hard for you that you almost forgot about it completely. But even if you were too busy, you thought about the boys from time to time, as well as about the events that you were probably missing out on. You really hoped that if some new events had taken place during that time, that they did not involve Sylus, because if you had missed them, you would be slightly devastated.

Sylus was your favorite. Ever since the beginning, there was something about him that caught your attention. You downloaded the game after his announcement and haven’t looked back since. You played with other boys as well, but your time with Sylus was always the most memorable. Not only was he extremely attractive in your eyes, as well as the eyes of other players around the world, but you also understood his character, adored his little jokes and mannerisms, and could safely say that he made your life a little more exciting. You knew that it probably sounded lame to someone who didn’t play such games, and you were aware that he wasn’t real, but you enjoyed yourself regardless. In your real life, you had some experience with men and were pretty popular among them; however, you never felt comfortable enough to form more serious romantic relationships.

Here, with Sylus, you didn’t have to worry about such things. You were aware that he was only a game character and maybe that was why you were so honest with him from the very beginning. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you, misstreat you or make you miserable - he was created in a way that was supposed to make your playthrough enjoyable so you didn’t have to worry about your responses in the messages for him or your real life reactions to everything he said or did. You could just be yourself. And you loved how freeing that felt.

That is why you felt so excited ever since you woke up. Because you knew that today you could finally go back to playing l&d, and you could meet up with your Sylus after so much time apart. You quickly did your chores, spent some time on self-care to slightly relieve the fatigue from the weeks before, you put on your favourite cozy outfit and finally clicked the ”enter game” button.

And there he was. Sylus was standing in the cafe, wearing his extremally attractive biker outfit and you caught yourself sighing dreamily at the sight of him. You missed him so bad, you missed the little memories you shared and the sound of his voice. You missed playing kitty cards with him, catching plushies together and even looking for that bastard Tobias again and again. You couldn’t help but smile brightly at him.

“Hi Sylus, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” You said cheerfully, feeling kind of dumb for it but you couldn’t help yourself. You often talked out loud to him during your playtime.

You watched him blink slowly once, then twice, and you started to think that there was something wrong with the server because his response should have already been uttered. But then the look on his face changed. At first, he appeared really shocked and relieved, but then a little frown appeared between his perfect little eyebrows.

“Where the hell have you been?” He responded quickly and it shocked you. You didn’t know that they could swear in the game, but after connecting some dots you figured that it had to be included in the special responses after the player was away for some time.

“At work mostly, been so busy lately but now I’m back and ready to defeat some Wanderers!!” You fist bumped the air above you, you couldn’t contain your excitement.

You also noticed that his expression stayed the same. He was silent, looking at you through your phone screen with bewilderment, and he looked almost hurt. In an attempt to provide some comfort to him, you swiped your finger gently through his hair and across his cheek. However, when you touched his cheek, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your finger, which made you widen your eyes in surprise. Was that always a thing? Was he always so responsive to your touch? It had to be a new feature; you didn’t remember him being so lively.

“Next time you decide to leave me without a word, I think I’m going to take more drastic measures, sweetie” He said while opening his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice he did look different than usual. More… realistic? Even the way in which he moved his body looked so smooth.

“If not for Mephisto, I would have worried sick about your safety. You can't do this to me every time you have more work than usual; you have to visit me, even if it's just for a minute. I won't exaggerate when I say that I almost went insane after the first week of your cruel silence” And at that you were completely stunned. Should he talk this much? He never talked this much. And how could he know that you had more work than usual? Was that a lucky guess on the studio’s side?

“That’s so weird…” You whispered and touched his hand to trigger some kind of reaction that would appear more usual than what was happening right now.

“Is that your way of catching me off guard? If you wanted to hold my hand so badly kitten, then you would have visited me sooner. I will not let myself be distracted by your cute little behavior” He raised the hand you touched and crossed his arms at his chest, while continuing to frown. And you were still so, so confused.

“Promise me that you won’t leave me again, I know where to find you now.” You raised your eyebrows and bit your lip gently. You started to feel a little bit out of place, you knew that he was not real, but he sounded kind of scary. His voice was demanding, and the part about him finding you? You shivered involuntarily.

“What happened? Cat got your tongue, kitten? Or did you finally understood the selfishness of your actions?” Sylus continued and you opened your mouth in awe. “Promise. Me.” He said slowly, his gaze unnerving. Suddenly you heard a series of loud caws outside on your balcony. The sound made you jump in place, and you dropped your phone on your bed. Was that a freaking crow?? Outside your apartament???

You quickly picked up your phone and cursed softly. You were going insane. You got scared just because the game had an update you did not know about. You almost wanted to laugh at how stupid that was. Almost. Because Sylus walked up to the front of your phone screen and spoke to you again.

“Why are you hesitating? Are you really planning to leave me again?” You swore you never heard him so hurt.

“No!” You said before you could think.

“No?” He answered immediately, which scared the hell out of you. “I am not sure I believe you. And I can’t stand it. I can’t stand being away from you anymore.” He took two steps back and closed his eyes.

That was when the game crashed. Your phone appeared to be broked too, after the colourful lines appeared on the screen, flickered a couple of times and the whole screen turned black. You threw the device away from you and your heart started beating so fast you could hear the blood pulsing in your ears. You were so confused and genuinely scared. Was there an update that switched the genre of the game to horror? You were stunned.

And then you heard the knock.

You almost jumped out of your slippers. You brought your hand to your heart in order to calm yourself down and you started taking slow, deep breaths. It’s just a game. It’s just a game. Besides, how did Sylus, of all people, managed to scare you so badly? You adored that character, and you should know that he was prone not only to exaggeration, but also to intimidating behavior. That was literally one of his characteristics. So you forced yourself to calm down and opened the damn door, because it was probably either a mailman, or one of your friendly neighbors, and here you were making a scene like some kind of a delusional psychopath.

One. Two. Three.

You opened the door, and at first all you could see was a huge cloud of black mist. You closed your eyes in order to keep the mist from clouding your vision and then you felt wind pushing you gently further into your apartament. You heard the door close and the sound of the key turning in the lock. Everything happened so fast. And when you opened your eyes your knees almost buckled.

Sylus.

Sylus was all you could see. He was standing in front of you, in your own apartament, looking so out of place that you wanted to laugh. The first thing that you noticed about him was that he was huge, you couldn’t really see past him, and the more you looked at him, the more real he appeared to be. Soft-looking silver hair, rugged skin, that perfect nose and those piercing eyes. They looked into yours now, and at first they seemed to be searching for something, and after one quick second they visibly softened. You could also see how his handsome, oh so handsome mouth started to display his signature little smirk. And that was when you started to tremble.

“W-wha—” You tried to say something, anything but your mouth was not working. You have never been so confused and scared in your entire life. “Who—W-who are—” He was starting to close the distance between you and that is when the panic finally took over your body. You flinched and went to take a step back, but you slipped on your soft carpet.

Yet you didn’t fall. You felt the gentle caress of the mist that managed to caught you before you hit the ground, and it streightened your posture so that now you stood tall in front of the man.

“Careful kitten, I do not think that falling on four feet applies to you.” He spoke out loud for the first time and the voice was so familiar to you. It was the same, deep, husky timbre that you loved to hear, the same voice that made you squeal in happiness, that lulled you to sleep countless of times. You couldn’t believe it.

“Oh my god, am I dead?” He laughed softly at your reaction and looked at you through his lashes. “This can’t be happening.”

“Oh but it is. I knew that I would find my way to you, I just needed time.” He said and tried to close the distance between you, but you didn’t let him. Every step forward he took, you took one back. “It was so hard to find you. But after you disappeared without saying a word I think I got desperate.” Something flashed in his eyes. You recognized it as determination.

He stopped walking when he noticed that you were getting too close to the balcony. He straightened his posture, and you almost released a gasp. He was huge. And he was real. Alive and so, so real, that you had trouble breathing. You were so scared, but at the same time, so happy to see him, that your body didn’t know how it should react. You just looked at him, taking him in, trying to assess whether it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you, or if it wasn’t some random man breaking into your apartment and your brain had created a new, fantastic defense mechanism. But no, the longer you took him in, the more similarities you managed to notice: the scar in the corner of his eye, his unevenly clipped fingernails, strong but dry hands, olive skin, slim lips, long, slightly furrowed eyebrows. The not-so-hidden gentleness in his gaze as he was taking you in himself.

“It’s really you.” You managed to breathe out.

“You’re so beautiful.” He answered and his voice was slowly starting to make you feel these familiar butterflies. “So, so magnificent.” He continued. You felt your cheeks heat up and he seemed to drink that reaction in. “Will you talk to me more? You sound angelic. I did not think that you could sound even better than you did through the phone but I guess you will never fail to surprise me, sweetheart.” He did not move an inch. He just looked at you, and you still didn’t know how to react, but you were slowly coming to terms with the fact that it was not a weird dream. He was here and he didn’t appear to have bad intentions. At least you wanted to believe that.

“You’re still trembling. Are you really that scared of me?” He pressed his lips into a line.

“I’m sorry. I just… I’m just not sure what is happening. I had no idea you were… real.” He laughed softly at that.

“You wound me, kitten. Is that your way of unleashing your little claws?” He continued with a small smile on his lips and you couldn’t take it. He looked… stressed. And you thought that was new for him. You spend so many hours playing with him in l&d but you have never seen him so stressed.

Everything that came out of his mouth was slow and precise, not a word was spoken without a purpose. However you could see by his appearance that he was uncertain.

“Of course I’m real. And all the time we spent together is real too. Was it so wrong of me to expect that you would be at least a little bit happier to see me?” He was starting to look hurt. But not angry, not displeased. More concerned than anything, and that was when most of your worries started to disappear. He was your Sylus. He really was.

“I am happy to see you. I really am.” You said truthfully, the fear slowly dissolving. “What are you doing here? How did it happen?”

“When you left me, I was worried to death. I had to come see that you were alright for myself.” He said, not taking his eyes off of you. “I found a path between our worlds, and first I sent Mephisto after you. And that was how I knew you were fine, just busy.” He started explaining slowly and put two fingers at the bridge of his nose. This gesture was so familiar that you felt a slight pang in your chest. “Which l understand. But you stopped visiting completely and I panicked that I lost you. And that you lost your interest in me. And when you logged in today I guess I just lost control over myself.”

“I had to see you. I had to feel you. I needed to know that you will never leave me like that again. But how could I be so sure if you thought I was not real, sweetie?” His voice carried a hint of a ridicule. He smirked slowly and you allowed yourself to relax. You spend so much time with him on your phone, that you knew when he really needed reassurance. And it was the first time you saw him being so honest about his own feelings.

You decided to step closer to him and his eyes widened slightly. His body tightened because of the sudden change in proximity, and when you gently touched his hand bringing it to your mouth, he appeared to be rendered speechless.

“I would never leave you, Sy. At least not without saying goodbye first. You are my safe space, remember?” You said quietly and smiled at him brightly, reminding him of what you had written in your game bio. And then you brought his knuckles to your lips and placed a soft kiss upon them. His hands were much warmer than you expected them to be. They felt harsh, but gentle.

The next thing you heard was a soft grunt and you felt yourself being suddenly lifted in the air. You yelped and found yourself pressed against his big, solid chest. Sylus hugged your body to his by wrapping both of his arms around your torso, and when he realized that you weren’t comfortable, he put one hand under your thighs and brought your body to his by your waist. You let your arms wrap around his neck and squeezed, and he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale your scent and his breath became rigged, as if he could not contain his excitement. You also became familiar with his scent. He smelled so manly and comforting, you could catch some notes of wood and leather, and something surprisingly sweet.

“You smell divine. You’re so soft, so warm.” He breathed against your neck and you felt goosebumps spreading throughout your whole body. You were so embarrassed, you felt like you needed to release some tension.

“I did not expect you to be so open with me. You’re usually the teasing type.” He chucked deeply and put his forehead against yours, while closing his eyes. Your cheeks burned. You couldn’t believe it wasn’t a dream.

“There will be a time for teasing you, kitten.” He rubbed his forehead against yours slowly. “Right now let me enjoy you for a bit. I can’t believe I finally got to see you.” He squeezed you harder to him. You reciprocated the hug with all you had. You were actually kind of scared that your grip was too hard, but he seemed to bask in it. “Communicating through that small device was not nearly enough for me. I could always see you and I heard your little responses to everything I was saying. But it took me some time to figure out how to change some things up.” Your eyes went wide at the mention of your reactions, you knew that a lot of times there were beyond embarrassing, but you decided your blush to speak for itself. But what truly caught your attention was how he managed to appear in your home.

“Change things up?? You must have made such a mess, will it really be okay?” The concern in your voice made him look up and find your eyes with his. You were now looking at his beautiful red ones, so full of adoration and determination. You could see that the consequences of his actions did not matter to him at all.

“Sweetie, I would gladly burn the world down for you, even if it meant that I could see you just once.” You swallowed audibly and proceeded to shy away from his piercing gaze. You started to feel unworthy of such attention, you couldn’t quite grasp what exactly made him care about you to such extend. “Fortunately for everyone, the process did not involve starting an intergalactic war.” He smirked slowly, his eyes finding your lips and staying there for much longer than necessary. “Yet.”

You chuckled at that and proceeded to bury your fingers in his hair, stroking the strands with care. They were so soft to the touch, they reminded you of silk. He closed his eyes and let you touch him to your heart’s content. Your hand quickly found its way to his forehead, and then to his cheek, stroking the skin delicately. You couldn’t believe how someone so handsome could really exist.

“See something you like, kitten?” He said and nuzzled into your palm, pressing a kiss right there. “You will have all the time in the world to touch me when we arrive in the N109 Zone.” He seemed so peaceful, so content with himself, but the mention of the N109 Zone stopped you in your tracks. You tensed visibly and he opened his eyes, noticing the change in your posture.

“The N109 Zone?” You asked puzzled. “Are you taking me away for a weekend?” You took your hand from his face and he used his Evol to bring it back to his cheek. The mist around your fingers felt weird, but not unpleasant.

“For a weekend? No, no.” He locked his eyes with yours, his head slowly closing the distance between you. He licked his lips and looked at your mouth once again. “I am taking you away for forever.” And before his lips managed to touch yours, you flinched. Your hands quickly pushed him away and the panic returned to your features.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I meant what I said. Pack your bags if you believe there is something that I cannot provide for you quickly enough, and we will be off shortly.” He said matter of factly, kind of annoyed by the distance you decided to put between you. “Luke and Kieran have already prepared a room for you, although I think that you will have more than enough space for your belongings in mine.” His eyes brightened with excitement that you unfortunately could not share. Instead, you lightly pushed his torso, making him lower you to the ground grudgingly. His brows were once again furrowed.

“I can’t go with you Sylus. At least, not for forever”

“You can. We can stay together for the rest of our lives and no one would have any objections. I took care of everything.” He reached to grab your forearm and stroked it softly with his thumb. He was so sure of everything he was saying that you could feel how much he let himself get lost in his fantasy. It did make you feel wanted, loved even. But no matter how happy you were that he was real, and apparently shared your feelings, you couldn’t agree to his plan.

“No, Sylus. I need to stay here, I have built my whole life in this place.” You could feel how much your words shocked him. He was looking at you so puzzled as if he didn’t think that you declining his offer was even an option. “I can’t leave everything that I managed to achieve, I really am content with my life, despite how complicated it can be.” You said truthfully. A part of you wanted to go with him, to feel safe and cherished for, for the rest of your life but you knew that was not realistic. You wanted to achieve more, you wanted to have your own life and your own space. You needed to be independent, to feel that you were perfectly capable of caring for yourself and your own needs.

“I do not understand. Don’t you want to be with me?” It pained you how quickly he jumped to that conclusion. And you hated the look on his face - it made you feel like you were betraying him.

”I do want to! Oh my god— I really, really do want to Sylus. I don’t think that I can live without spending time with you anymore.” You smiled at him, and took hold of his huge, rugged hand. “But I can’t live with you in the N109 Zone. I can’t leave my whole life behind.” And the fact that he wanted to make you do that somewhat scared you. Made you feel distressed.

“I see.” He sounded deep in thought. Then, he broke the eye contact for a second, looked at his hand in your hold and before you could even react, he grabbed your body gently with his Evol and picked you up. Your whole body was above ground and although you felt secured, you looked at him with surprise.

“What are you doing?” You wanted to get free from the hold of the mist, but it was impossible with how tight it was. “Sylus, you have to let me go.” You tried not to panic, you knew that you weren’t in danger. But he looked relentless, unforgiving as if his mind was already set in stone.

“No. I can’t. Not now when I finally got to have you.” He looked up at you, with his eyebrows still furrowed, and you could hear a hint of a growl in his voice. “If you do not wish to go with me, I guess I would have to take you by force.”

It was then that you felt a sense of panic. You knew him, and you knew that if he wants something, he always gets it. It just did not cross your mind that he would ever go against your own wishes.

“No. No, no, no, Sylus, please calm down.” He narrowed his eyes and stood motionless before you, his face devoid of almost any emotion. Almost, if not for the desperation shining through his watchful eyes. “You cannot take me away. At least not for now. But I will do anything you ask me to! You can also stay here for some time, and visit me whenever you want to, I swear, I would be so happy to have you.” You just needed him to listen. You knew that you could change his mind, he always listened to what you had to say, he just needed a little bit of persuasion. Maybe he didn’t even think about alternative options?

“And I would make you happy in the N109 Zone with me.” You laughed with disbelief. He was completely missing your point. You decided to once again yank your hands from the grasp of his mist, and then hissed with pain when it did not loosen up its hold. “Your struggle is futile, please stop, I do not wish for you to get hurt.” He was annoyed with you and your disobedience. He did not think that you would have any objections, he started loosing his cool.

“You would never let me get hurt.” You answered, wanting to assure yourself of it as well. You didn’t like how commanding he sounded.

“Yes.” There was no doubt in his voice. “Yes, you know I would stop at nothing to protect you.” His gaze never wavered from yours. He truly thought that what he was doing was for the best. And you just had to let him know how wrong his approach was.

“Yes! Yes I do know that! Because I know you, Sy.” You started to sound as if you were pleading. Deep down it scared you, send uncomfortable shivers down your spine. “I know you, and I know that you also know me.”

He placed his hand on his heart.

“And I adore every single piece of information. And I still wish to know you much, much better.” You tensed when you noticed that his right eye was starting to glow. You did not know if that was intentional, or just a trick of the light.

“Then you MUST know how much this life means to me. How much I like my stupid job, and how much I love the people that are here for me. My friends, my family.” You noticed that your reasoning started to get to him when he clenched his fists and avoided your eyes for a second. “And you have to know how much it would hurt me if you were to take me away from them.” He appeared taken aback. It seemed that his longing for you clouded his judgement, and now he started to notice the faults in his plan.

“But I cannot stand to be apart from you anymore, sweetie.” In normal circumstances that would be so touching to you. But nothing about this situation was normal, and you guessed you just had to show him how normal looked like.

“You won’t be. You can visit me anytime you want. Stay for how long you want.” You wanted that too. So bad.

“But that is not ENOUGH.” It was the first time you heard his raised voice and you started to tremble. His outburst must’ve thrown him off guard too, because he wavered and the grip he had on you loosed. You acted instinctively. You freed yourself from the mist and started to run towards your door. And although he was stunned by your reaction, he quickly teleported so that you ran straight into his chest. His hands grabbed yours in order to protect you from falling due to the impact.

He gently caressed your now slightly red forehead and sighed loudly. You could hear that he was hurt. You cried out from frustration.

“If you really thought that you could run away from me then you must be a total fool.” He tucked your hair behind your ear and lifted your chin up with his finger. “Usually I like playing cat and mouse with you, but I do not like the fact that you appear genuinely scared of me right now.” He hugged your waist and brought you closer to him, lowering his head at the same time. “And that you tried to run away from me when I only want to offer you my protection.”

“It doesn’t sound like protection, it sounds like imprisonment.” You used strong words, but you sounded so small. You did not know what to do with him, you were so scared. ”I’m just scared. I tried to run away because you scared me, Sylus.” You sounded desperate for him to understand you. To look past his own clouded vision.

“You do not have to fear me. I just want what is best for you. For us.” His grip on your waist tightened, and he also proceeded to grab your wrist.

“No. You only want what is best for you. You are not listening to me. I do care about you Sylus, but I cannot leave this place.” You tried to stand your ground but you two never argued before. It was an unfamiliar ground to you, especially when it was the first time that you had a conversation in person. Everything felt more intense and dangerous when you remembered the extreme measures he was always willing to take to achieve his goals.

“You can. And I will make you leave.” He almost growled and a cloud of black and red mist surrounded both of you, and that was enough to bring tears into your eyes.

”Sylus, no, please, I don’t want to. Please, just listen to me, please.” And it was at that moment he started to came into his senses. Your quiet voice and your eyes full of tears made his breathing stop. It was the first time he was seeing you react like this. He hated how broken you sounded. How small. “I’m so scared, Sy, please stop scaring me.” Your voice sounded choked and you could feel that the tears started streaming down your face. Every single one physically hurt him. It was your first meeting and he already made you so miserable. He wanted to scream. “Please.” You tried once again and it shocked you that it finally worked on him.

He tensed and released you from his grip. The mist also dissipated as he took a step back from you. You could hear him breathing deeply.

“I cannot do this." He sounded panicked. “I did not want to scare you, and I cannot listen to your little broken pleas. They break my heart.” He hidden his face in his hands and curled in himself. He felt as if someone pierced his heart with a knife and twisted it. He could not bring himself to look at your beautiful heartbroken face again. “They really do. Please, just stop crying. You won.”

You sniffed softly and touched your wet cheeks. You tried to calm yourself down, he finally listened to you.

“It does not feel so good this time for some reason.” You answered, referring to your Kitty Card battles. You wanted to relieve the tension somehow. You knew that he didn’t want to hurt you, you understand that he lives in a different reality where danger awaits everywhere. You could understand why he wanted to have you beside him at all times. But it scared you how insistent he was, how brutal and final. “Do you really understand why I got so scared?”

He nodded helplessly. “I won’t steal you away. Not when I know how much you despise the idea of spending the rest of your time with me.” You noticed how hard he was pressing his hands to his face and you grabbed them in your own. He let you uncover his eyes and you saw how much it hurt him to let you go.

“Oh, Sy.” You whispered and hugged his hands to your chest. “You know that’s not the reason.”

“Stop calling me that. It drives me crazy.” He breathed and met your eyes. “You drive me crazy. What am I going to do with you? How can I make sure you are safe now?” You took his hands and made him follow you into your bedroom. You sat on your bed and urged him to do the same. This way you could finally talk with him more comfortably.

“Sylus, we have to talk about it.” You squeezed his hands and he looked at yours and took notice of how much smaller they were in comparison to his. So fragile, so breakable. He couldn’t stand it. His whole body longed to protect you. “I do not despise the idea of spending my time with you. I just can’t randomly leave everything I know and love. And this world is different from the one you know, we have our dangers but no one wants my head.” You explained to him slowly. “There are no Wanderers. No protocores.” He looked conflicted.

“I already know that sweetheart. I do. But when you disappeared for such a long time I couldn’t help but think that something bad happened to you” he gritted through his teeth. “I nearly lost my mind looking for you everywhere. It was terrifying, that thought in my mind and the idea that I would never have another chance to speak with you. To see you.” He touched your forearms and brought you a little closer to him. “And when Mephisto found you safe and sound I thought that I never want to feel that fear, that helplessness again. And the only way to do that is to keep you beside me at all times. To guard you with my own body and soul.” He took your hand and rested it on his chest. You could feel the fast and steady rhythm of his heart. You could feel his desperation, his complete devotion. And it almost made you tear up.

“I-I’m so sorry that I made you worry this much.” He studied your face with intention and you shake your head. “But I didn’t even know that you were real. I really thought it was just a game that made me feel less alone and now…” You swallowed audibly. “Now I know that everything I built with you during our time together was very much real and I’m still having trouble to wrap my head around it to be honest.” You smiled at him softly and he nodded with understanding.

“And then you came in and wanted to kidnap me to a world much more dangerous than mine where I do not have my close ones and—”

“I did NOT mean for that to be a kidnapping I though that you shared my sentiment, and also wanted to spend some time—”

“SOME time?? Sylus you wanted me to switch literal worlds and live with you in your freaking villa in the middle of nowhere—”

“I live in an apartment that has a fantastic location, mind you, and you would feel so comfortable in—”

”Apartament??? You cannot possibly be a freaking leader of Onychinus and live in an apartment complex, are you being serious with me right now??”

“Have you ever heard of a saying that the darkest place is under the candlestick, kitten? Besides there is no one in the whole N109 Zone that would pose an actual threat to me—” He cut off when he met your eyes full of laughter, and then he heard that beautiful sound. You burst into giggles right in front of him and you touched him by the bicep and brought his forehead to yours. He couldn’t help but chuckle too, understanding the absurdity of the situation. Feeling your forehead against his, hearing your adorable chuckles and inhaling your sweet scent made him feel so at peace that he closed his eyes to embrace the moment completely. He couldn’t believe that he almost ruined your relationship by being so selfish.

“I missed this. This back and forth with you” You said and he chucked deeply. “I really am happy to see you, Sy. And I swear that we will be able to talk and spent time with each other more often now. And actually see each other in person.” He nuzzled into your face more and you caught his smirk by the corner of your eye. “We can stay in touch at all times, so that you won’t have to worry about my safety so much.”

“So bossy, kitten.” He answered, but the small smile did not leave his face. He couldn’t make it go away even if he tried. “Forgive me for scaring you earlier. I was not thinking straight. I was just so elated to finally have you in my arms that I let my selfishness get the best of me, and for that I’m sorry. I did not want to ruin our first meeting, sweetie.” You hugged him by bringing your arms around his chest and he closed his eyes drinking in the proximity. You were too small, too adorable, too attractive for him to take it. Too honest. Too lovable. Made just for him to adore. To protect.

“You did not ruin anything.” You said into his shirt, hugging him tighter. “I understand you, Sylus. And I like you a little selfish if it means that’s what brought you to me” He smiled into your hair and reluctantly let go of your fragile frame. He touched your chin and delicately lifted your face up to face him. His eyes were once again drinking you in, committing every single one of your features to his memory. He sighed contentedly.

“Selfishness was not the reason of my visit.” You could see how his eyes softened and you felt your chest squeeze. You brushed his cheek, loving the way how he seemed to relish in your touch. His eyes wandered to your lips: pink, plump and so inviting. “Adoration was. The complete love and devotion that I have felt for you for quite some time now.” You gasped quietly and opened your lips slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Sy—”

“And I guess a little emotional push was what made me finally find my way to you, my beloved.” He half-whispered, leaned in, and pressed his lips to yours, locking you in a sweet, passionate kiss that went on and on, seeming to deepen with every minute you spent in his embrace.

*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*

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aventurineswife · 4 months ago

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I ssaw that ur requests are open fr a bit and that u opened zzz requests so imma shoot my shot (hehe)

Harumasa, Seth and maybe Hugo (I don't know much about him but I'm biased cuz he's voiced by Jun fukuyama so sue me XD) or wise (tho I'm not sure about wise since he doesn't have fangs) giving playful love bites whenever they're happy.

Them with their s/o having a good time just staying indoors either playing video games, cuddling, or doing anything fun (maybe an arcade date where they play games together like the mini games in zzz, or an at home candle lit dinner idk XP) and when they feel extremely happy nuzzling up to them, they just give a bite~

And if they hurt, they will do that thing that cats do, where they lick or kiss the area they hurt... Only to chomp elsewhere X3c

~🍮

Affection, but with Teeth

Tags: Harumasa x Reader, Seth x Reader, Hugo x Reader, Fluff, Playful Biting, Domestic Romance, Teasing & Banter, Light Angst (implied backstories), Affectionate Men, Cat-Like Behavior, Established Relationship, Humor.

Warnings: Mild biting (playful, not harmful), Light suggestive teasing (mostly Hugo), Mentions of food/eating (if relevant for food-sensitive readers), Minor swearing (?), Might be ooc.

A/N: Thank you for making another ZZZ request! 🤭🙏 I tried my best... though I probably wrote them very ooc. I've seen that seth has the same va as Alhaitham and hugo's kr va is Dan heng I think, I'm not sure... 🧍‍♀️

Harumasa wasn’t the type to go out of his way for extravagant dates. He preferred efficiency, and to him, the best kind of date was one that required minimal effort but maximum enjoyment. So when you suggested a cozy day indoors, playing games and just lounging around, he had no objections.

You sat on the couch, controller in hand, as the two of you played through one of the many arcade-style games from Random Play. Harumasa, half-laying across your lap with his own controller lazily balanced on his stomach, let out a small yawn. "If I win this round, you have to go make coffee for me," he murmured, eyes half-lidded yet still calculating his next move.

"Oh, is that so?" You smirked. "And if I win?"

"You get bragging rights."

"That’s a terrible deal."

Before you could argue further, he launched a sneak attack in the game, completely wiping your character out. Harumasa gave a satisfied hum, stretching lazily as he turned to look at you with a smug grin. "Looks like you’re making coffee—"

Chomp.

You yelped when you felt sharp teeth gently press against your shoulder. He didn’t bite too hard, just enough to make you flinch, and before you could react, he lazily licked the same spot in a mock attempt to soothe it.

"You—!"

But just as you were about to scold him, he struck again—this time on your wrist, grinning against your skin. "Mmm. You taste like victory."

"You menace."

"Hm? I’m just expressing my joy in the most efficient way." His voice was laced with amusement, and he gave one last, playful nibble before settling back into your lap like nothing happened. "Now, about that coffee…"

Going to the arcade with Seth was always a fun experience—he was passionate, competitive, and absolutely terrible at keeping a low profile. He wasn’t the best at stealth games, but give him a fighting or racing game, and he would pour his entire soul into it.

"Alright, final round!" Seth declared, gripping the arcade controls with unshakable determination. "If I win, I get the last slice of pizza when we get home!"

"Deal," you agreed, smirking.

The match was intense, pixelated characters clashing in a battle of reflexes and skill. You held your own, but Seth had sheer enthusiasm on his side, and in a dramatic final move, he won.

"YES!" He practically jumped in place, tail flicking behind him in excitement. "Did you see that?! I actually pulled it off!"

You chuckled, watching him vibrate with happiness—then yelped as he suddenly leaned in and gave a quick, playful chomp to your shoulder.

"Seth!"

He blinked at you, ears twitching, before quickly pressing a kiss to the same spot. "Sorry! I didn’t mean to bite that hard!"

"...So you admit that was on purpose?"

"Uhhh," he hesitated, then suddenly chomp—this time on your wrist.

"Seth!"

He laughed, pulling back slightly but keeping his hands on yours. "I dunno, I just got so happy! You don’t get mad when cats do it!"

"Yeah, but you’re not a cat, Seth."

"Debatable," he grinned.

You sighed, rubbing your wrist with mock exasperation before ruffling his hair. He purred—actually purred—and leaned into your touch. "Fine, you win. Enjoy your last slice of pizza."

"Hell yeah!"

(But the moment he looked away, you took a sneaky bite of his pizza anyway. He totally deserved it.)

Spending a quiet evening with Hugo was always a refined yet subtly mischievous experience. He had a way of making even the simplest moments feel elegant, yet you knew better than to let your guard down entirely.

Tonight, he had surprised you with a beautifully set dinner—candlelight flickering against fine wine glasses, soft classical music playing in the background. It was almost too perfect, and you gave him a knowing look. "Are you trying to impress me?"

"Would it be so wrong if I was?" Hugo smirked, sipping his wine with effortless grace. "Besides, I rather enjoy treating you to things like this."

Dinner went smoothly, filled with pleasant conversation and the occasional flirtation. But it was when you made an offhand comment about how charming he looked under candlelight that he tilted his head with a playful gleam in his sharp eyes.

"Oh? Flattery, my dear?"

"It’s not flattery if it’s true," you teased.

He chuckled, leaning closer across the table. "Then allow me to show my appreciation."

Before you could react, he gently took your wrist, bringing it to his lips. And then—

Chomp.

It wasn’t painful, just a teasing press of his fangs against your skin, but the suddenness of it made you yelp. "Hugo!"

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the spot he bit, only to immediately sink his teeth into another spot higher up your arm.

You shot him a glare. "You’re doing that on purpose."

"Of course I am," he admitted shamelessly, smirking. "It’s rather endearing how you react."

"You’re lucky you’re charming."

"That is the general consensus," he mused. "Now, would you like dessert? I promise not to bite."

"Liar."

He simply chuckled, reaching for your hand once more.

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all4yoi · 20 days ago

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𝓛overs 𝓓on't 𝓛ast (𝓦e 𝓓id 𝓞nce)

𝓳ake x fem!reader 🪷 cw ໒꒱ 4.4k word count. exes to lovers angst !! angst ?? 2nd chance romance, mild profanity, yearning, silent longing, did i say yearning? confrontation under the rain!! the rain!! tiny bit of jealousy, eventual fluff, there is like a duet scene but trust me on this!! hear me out ok.. lmk if i missed anything else, mentions of enhypen characters and 2 ocs, not proofread 💔

synopsis ໒꒱ They were lovers once.. quiet, constant, and inseparable, until love slipped through the cracks of silence and unsaid words.

When Y/N agrees to join a weekend getaway with old friends, she expects campfires, lake swims, and group games. Not Jake, the boy she once called home. The boy who drifted away without a storm, just a soft fading into silence. Now, in the cozy confines of a remote cabin, with nowhere to run and too many memories between them—they’re forced to coexist for five days of shared meals, fun activities, and lingering glances.

But as buried feelings resurface and conversations tiptoe into vulnerability, the question isn’t just "what went wrong?" it’s "is there still something worth fighting for?"

notes ໒꒱ i drafted this spontaneously after i heard lovers by anna of the north xd! anyway, it was supposed to be sunghoon but i was like.. nah jake would fit sm better so heres another full fic for jake grah.. also like finished this in one seating i think i write better with music motivation dude anyway, i hope you all enjoy as much as i did while writing!!

"You've been locking yourself up for God knows how long, just come with and unwind." the voice of your best friend Aina whined through your phone.

It has been exactly three days since your friends have been calling you nonstop trying to convince you to join their getaway somewhere in the woods in between mountains.

"It's just for five days, please Y/N.. just, think about it, okay?"

That's exactly why you're now here, in the middle of the woods with your big friend group. Looking around, you spot their respective cars parked near the big cabin, you felt your chest tighten at the familiar black honda civic with a bumper sticker that said "my dog is cooler than your boyfriend" that you remember buying two years ago.

"Y/N! Oh my gosh you actually made it!" you felt the arms engulfing your body before you could process who's voice it belonged. Momentarily forgetting what you've seen, you wrapped your arms around Aina, smiling against her hair.

She pulled away with a big smile before her brows furrowed slightly.

"Look, I didn't know he was coming okay? If I'd have known, I would've told you." she said with guilt, following your gaze towards the black car. You shook your head, waving her off telling her it was fine and that you've moved on.

You didn't know if you were assuring her or yourself.

"There she is!" "You cut your hair?!" "I thought you died, lowkey." were your friends' words to you as you entered the cabin with Aina. One by one, they gave you tight hugs, muttering how much they've missed you and asking if you were fine now.

While everyone was gathered around you, eager to see you again after so many months, one person remained seated on the couch his eyes softly trained to your figure as if he was trying to memorize you again.

"Y/N, we're sharing rooms. Alright with you?" you looked back towards the voice and accidentally looked at him.

Jake.

Jake in all his glory, his hair was still fluffy, long sleeves instead of a shirt, his chunky shoes and ripped jeans. He was still the same. He was still Jake, just not yours anymore.

Your eyes met and he sent you a small polite smile, his smile faltered when he saw your face fall. Guilt spreading all over his body and face.

"Y/N?" Sunoo's voice brought you back to reality, finally breaking the awkward interaction with Jake.

"Ah, yeah. No problem, Sun."

"Gotcha!"

The sun is setting and everyone is at the back of the cabin, others were coming in and out from the back door bringing food, blankets, and utensils out.

Heeseung came marching holding a cup with sticks in it.

"Okay, listen up! Everyone's going to pick a stick and the two who gets the shortest ones will be the one grilling. Fair?!" everyone agreed. Others were rubbing their hands, some wanting to grill and others just wanting to relax near the bonfire beside the pool.

Everytime someone pulled a long stick, everyone either cheered or groaned.

"Ah, well shit." you heard Jake from beside Sunghoon who laughed out loud. Turns out, Jake got a very short stick, meaning out of the two sticks in Heeseung's cup is short as well.

You and Ni-ki stared at each other before lunging towards Heeseung who stumbled back with a laugh, everyone watching in anticipation.

Ni-ki laughed in triumph upon seeing the length of his stick.

You stared at your ridiculously short stick, raising a brow at Heeseung who put his hands up in mock surrender. "Don't blame me, blame fate." he snickered as he walked away, patting Jake's back.

Everyone 'ooh-ed' in realization. You playfully rolled your eyes while successfully avoiding Jake's gaze, walking towards the grill silently and turning it on.

You could feel your heart beating faster than normal when you felt his body heat to your left. He rubbed his nape in embarrassment but said nothing. He kept glancing at you while also flipping off the boys behind him when they would teasingly pinch his side making him stumble closer to you.

"Sorry. It's- you know how they are.." he muttered once, only receiving a tight lipped smile from you. You both cooked silently, you placed the raw beef and pork, while he was in charge in plating them and delivering it to your friends.

As you finally wiped your hands with paper towel, Jake spoke beside you. "Hey.. uh, you look nice." he silently whispered.

You stared at him, first in shock then disbelief. You scoffed, brushing past him and seating beside Aina. Jake was left standing there in front of the grill, lowering his head and turning to look at you at the table.

You were so near yet so far, but he had no right to yearn for you back when he was the first one to pull away.. right?

"So, Y/N. How's nursing school?" Nari, another girl friend, asked from beside Jungwon who nodded at the question.

"Yeah, you like totally ghosted us after you and Jake- ah!" Ni-ki was quickly silenced by Jay who kicked his shin from under the table. "Oh, right. Sorry." the youngest whispered before stuffing his face with more beef.

Jake hung his head low across you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

"Uh.. um. It's fine, hard. But I'm managing, I have to." you awkwardly laughed before putting another piece of pork in your mouth.

Heeseung noticing the tense tension spoke.

"Come on, Y/N didn't ghost us, she was just busy. You know how nursing school can get..." everyone stayed silent, at another attempt to bring the mood back, he asked. "Uh- Anyway, anyone up for some karaoke?" his question definitely broke the tension as everyone except for two people agreed loudly, jumping from their seat.

You sighed, standing up and beginning to clean up the table, deciding that you'd join karaoke later. Jake silently helped, he wiped the table clean and threw the trash while you washed the dishes.

You didn't even notice your hands were shaking until Jake held your wrist gently, his thumb rubbing lightly on your skin, grounding but too familiar. "Hey, relax. Come on, let me do it." he said it in that soft, affectionate way only he could, the tenderness in his tone that made your chest ache.

"What are you doing, Jake?" you shakily asked, staring at his fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

"Just trying to help, Y/N."

You finally looked up at him, eyes glassy while his were filled with concern and guilt. "Well, I don't-" your voice cracked, "I don't need your help. Not anymore, okay?"

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat, his fingers detaching from your wrist as he nodded. "Okay.. got it."

You exhaled through your nose, hearing the laughter and lyrics being yelled in the living room, and just as you had entered, Ni-ki pointed at you in glee.

"Just in time! Y/N and Jake, you're next!" your brows shot up in surprise, confusion and nervousness snaking up your spine as a tipsy Nari pulled you beside her while Jake was pulled beside Heeseung.

Before you could protest, two mics were shoved into your hands. Jake gripped his a little too tightly.

"I haven't sang in 2 years-"

"So what?! This isn't a competition, just have fun!"

You looked towards the TV, the words Just Give Me A Reason by Pink and Nate Ruess making your heart beat faster.

Of course, they'd pick this out of everything.

"You both- killed! and I mean, killed it! Last time we had karaoke. We had to hear it again." a clearly drunk Sunghoon exclaimed as he sat cross legged on the carpet, looking at both you and Jake as if this was a concert he was attending.

You sighed, but lifted the mic anyway—heart hammering, throat dry, forcing yourself to sing. You didn't glance at Jake. Not when he sang his part, not even when the room erupted in cheers.

Then came his voice. Lower, quieter, and so full of something you tried to ignore.

"I've never stopped, you're still written in the scars on my heart.." he sang deeply, his eyes locked on your face before looking down at the floor once realization dawned onto him that you were not looking anytime soon.

"Everyone shut up! The bridge is coming. Stand up, stand up." Aina shouted, urging you to stand while Jake did the same while singing his line.

"Oh, tears ducts and rust, I'll fix it for us.."

"We're collecting dust but our love's enough."

"You're holding it in, you're pouring a drink."

"No, nothing is as bad as it seems."

"We'll come clean."

Each lyrics were sang with something heavy and deep, emotions seeping through the microphones but no one seemed to notice except you both.

As the final lyric was sang, everyone drunkenly cheered, hooting for you both, oblivious to the war in your chest. You laughed awkwardly and coughed before excusing yourself in the kitchen.

You suddenly remembered two years ago, when you last sang that song with him. You had both pretended to break up with each other so that you and him "channel the pain" into the duet, and aftering singing, you'd both hug and kiss each other.

"That was the worse two minutes of my life." he'd say, kissing you softly and smiling in it while he held you close, ignoring your friends' protest on the pda.

It was something to be laughed about in your relationship back then, and now, you just sang it with him but there were no hugs after it.

No kisses.

No hugs.

No soft teasing from your friends.

Just silence.

You flinched when someone slid a glass of water beside you. Jake opened his mouth but decided against it, remembering your words from a while ago.

"I don't need your help anymore."

He pursed his lips before he walked away but without a last glance at your slumped figure on the kitchen counter, alone.

You didn't know what time everyone decided to retreat to their respective rooms. Sunoo was passed out beside you, his limbs sprawled in uncomfortable positions yet he snored soundly.

But your eyes stayed open.

You kept replaying everything that happened tonight. Jake's car in the driveway with the stupid bumper sticker you bought him, the two of you cooking, eating across from each other, God, you even sang together. Yet, you still felt empty. The lingering question in your chest threatening to come out.

"Was I not worth fighting for?"

You could remember vividly the silent apartment. Two people, one couple, yet it was so silent. It had been weeks since you have spoken properly with your boyfriend. Weeks since the last shared kiss, the last meal shared, everything.

"Are we okay?" you had asked him one night on your shared bed, his back towards you. Your voice silent, cautious and afraid.

He sighed, replying with a silent "yeah."

"It doesn't feel like it."

Jake sat up, brushing a hand through his hair.

"It's just- maybe we're just tired. Maybe we need space." and after weeks of longing, he had finally looked at you in the eye, but he wasn't saying what you had thought he'd say when he finally looks at you.

"Space?" a whisper. "Or a way out?"

"I don't want to hurt you more than I already have."

Then that was it. No one shouted, no one begged, no one cried. Just silence and the sound of your heart breaking softly.

You nodded, getting up from the bed before you left and never came back ever again.

Sometimes you had thoughts, if you have not asked him that night, would the both of you still be together?

You would've willingly accepted his silence, just the mere presence of his warmth was enough, but you respected yourself and didn't want to be selfish.

If you had not asked, would he have fought? Would he have stayed? Would he have chosen you, even quietly?

Morning came quickly, the sun peeking through the drawn curtains. Sunoo was still knocked out beside you, his sleep shirt riding up due to his constant moving. You carefully slid it back down before leaving the room.

The cabin was quiet, each room's door was still closed. Everyone was asleep still, or so you thought.

You heard him before you saw him.

"Fuck." Jake sleepily cursed at himself, hurriedly washing his hand on the sink as he weakly stomped his barefoot on the wooden floors.

You watched him silently, slipping beside him and grabbed a mug from the cabinets. He looked at you sheepishly, his pale hand turning red.

"Good morning." he greeted silently, turning the faucet off and carefully dabbing his reddened hand with a hand towel.

"Morning," you whispered back, your eyes still trained to his hand. "You 'kay?" his eyes widened at the question, gulping before nodding.

"Yeah, totally- um. You know, just accidentally spilled boiling water on me, nothing bad haha.." he cleared his throat, mentally slapping himself for how much he rambled. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch, and he smiled.

A genuine Sim Jaeyun smile. Not an awkward or forced smile. Just him.

"You were always bad at handling burns." you said softly, placing your mug down before opening the cabinet below the counter and taking the first aid kit you spotted yesterday.

Jake blinked. "You remember that?"

"You cried over a curling iron once."

Jake choked before laughing. "That was scalding! You said it was on low!"

You nodded your head mockingly with a soft smile on your lips, putting your hand out, waiting for him to place his injured hand on yours.

He let you treat him in silence, eyes following every movement you made. Your delicate fingers rubbing a soothing cream on the red spot on his hand. It was still soft and light, still so you.

His eyes trained over your face, memorizing every feature.

"Thanks.." he muttered.

You hummed, putting everything back on the cabinet. "You should keep it dry." you said, patting his now bandaged hand. He begrudgingly took it back from your warm hands.

"Yes ma'am." he said in a light teasing tone, testing the waters if you'd respond to his humor.

You didn't respond, merely smiled and went back to making coffee. There was a pause, the air suddenly tensing. Then he spoke.

"I missed this." he said quietly, as if he had not intended to say it out loud.

You froze, hand stilling from mixing your coffee. "Sorry?"

Jake shook his head, smiling hesitantly as he gestured to the both of you. "This. You. Talking, laughing over stupid stuff," a slight pause, then, "Everything, really."

He scratched his nape with his unharmed hand, "I didn't realize how quiet things got when you left."

You resumed in stirring, not sparing him a glance.

"I didn't think you noticed."

"I notice everything."

Silence. Then footsteps from the stairs.

"Uh- breakfast." you said quickly, brushing past him to go over the fridge. Jake deflated but kept it to himself, knowing he had no right to feel this way when he was the one who let you go.

"Right, let me help."

Breakfast was surprisingly light. For the first time since the trip started, it actually felt like a vacation. There were no awkward silence or dead air like yesterday. Everyone joked about their hangovers, inside jokes were thrown.

"So, Jake and Y/N cooked breakfast?" Jay, who was the last one to wake up suddenly exclaimed from the stairs, walking towards the crowded dining table.

Ni-ki paused, "Wait, Jake," he pointed at the said man who raised a brow and had a strawberry on his mouth. "Made these pancakes?" he pointed towards the overflowing pancakes on his plate.

"I did Ni-ki, don't worry." you said lightheartedly, your brows quirking at him, playful and knowing.

The youngest visibly sighed in relief before he stuffed his mouth with the pancakes. Jake took offense and raised his arms.

"So what if I made the pancakes? Does it make it taste different?" he defensively asked making everyone stare at him in disbelief.

There was a beat of silence before everyone spoke over the other.

"Seriously?" "It's like he's not ashamed at all." "Just eat, Jake."

"Last time you tried cooking pancakes for everyone, you gave everyone food poisoning." you spoke, pointing at him then everyone else with your fork. Someone choked, either from holding back a laugh or the way you said it.

Jake's jaw dropped, putting a hand over his chest. "Slightly undercooked doesn't count as food poisoning! No one even threw up!"

Sunoo snorted and Jungwon raised a brow before nodding towards the youngest. "Ni-ki literally cried."

"Ni-ki threw up." you corrected, a brow raised as you kept your eyes on Jake who was fighting back a smile.

Breakfast was chaotic but fun. That morning, before you stepped out, you decided to push back every hard feelings you carried. Your friends planned everything and wanted to enjoy their small break. You didn't want to ruin the atmosphere by constantly being a moping cow, so even if it did hurt throwing jokes here and there with the person who broke your heart, you'd bear with it for the sake of your friends' happiness.

Once everyone was full and energized, you all gathered in the living room again. Nari had invited everyone for truth or dare to pass time.

You all sat in a circle in the middle of the living room, suddenly feeling like middle schoolers again. An empty coke bottle sat on the middle before it was spun by Heeseung.

"Okay! Sunghoon, truth or dare!" Heeseung exclaimed when the bottle stopped and pointed at Sunghoon. Said man groaned but picked truth anyway.

"Kiss, marry, kill, Aina, Nari, and Y/N go!" you audibly laughed while the two other girls made face.

"Obviously marry Y/N, kiss Nari and I'd kill Aina." there was a roar of laughter after he answered, Aina loudly complaining on why'd she be killed.

Jake furrowed his brows, his grip on the throw pillow on his lap tightening. "Obviously?" he whispered to himself but unfortunately, Sunoo heard.

"What? Jealous?"

Everyone 'oohs' awaiting his response. Jake shook his head, laughing slightly. "Of Sunghoon? Come on."

Sunghoon cackled but pointed at him anyway, "'Kay big boy, truth or dare?"

"Truth." everyone groaned, someone calling him a coward, someone saying two truths in a row was boring but he didn't care.

"Oh wait! I have one!" Ni-ki exclaimed, mischievous smile on his face. "Shoot." Jake nodded at him.

"What happened to the girl you were hanging out with in the city? Mira, was her name?" the room oohs, not noticing the way you subtly froze.

Jake stiffens, his gaze turning towards your uninterested figure. You were biting your lip, playing with the rim of your glass filled with juice.

He laughed hesitantly. "I was just walking her to class. Nothing happened, we're just groupmates."

Jake's eyes danced from your figure who remained still, to Ni-ki, to Aina who was now looking at him with furrowed brows, to everyone else who was now silent.

You looked to your left and see Jungwon's half filled bottle. Grabbing that opportunity, you snatched it from him and stood up.

"I'll get you your refill." and before he could stop you, you were already up your feet and left the living room.

"Nice going, she was actually starting to opening up more." Nari said, sparing a single glance at Jake and Ni-ki before standing up and following you.

Jake sighed, "Dude, seriously?"

Ni-ki sat back in guilt. "Sorry, I thought she's moved on."

"Okay, only a stupid person would think that." Jay said exasperated.

"Can we stop talking about this without her here? Seriously." Aina yelled, eyeing everyone with a hard gaze.

Heeseung stood up from his position and straightened his shirt. "I'm going to my room and coming out once the tension has cleared."

Jake watched as everyone left the living room, he could hear the faucet in the kitchen and faint murmuring from Nari. The room was silent but his heartbeat stayed loud. He needed to talk to you. Before the silence between you grew too loud to fix.

You kept your head low as you refilled Jungwon's glass, Nari standing beside you with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You don't have to pretend with me, you know?" she said softly, stepping closer. You nodded absentmindedly, screwing the lid back on the juice and tucking it back in the fridge.

"I'm not pretending."

"Come on, Y/N. Who are you fooling? You laughed when Sunghoon said he'd marry you, but Jake? One mention of a girl you don't know and you bolted." she whispered yelled, not wanting to be overheard by anyone.

You let out a sharp breath and messed your hair. "I'm just tired, Nari."

Nari's eyes softened, "You can talk to me, to anyone. We're your friends."

"I.. I think it was a bad idea, coming to this trip, I just-" you sighed, pulling the hem of your hoodie lower as if it would protect you from everything you were feeling. "I need a breather."

Nari didn't stop you but she watched as you walked away, biting her lip in worry and concern.

You hugged yourself tightly as you walked over the dock while the wind danced with your hair. You sat at the edge of the wooden platform, thoughts spiraling in your head.

Were you that easy to replace? But you couldn't blame him, it's been two years and he can date whoever he wants, but the unanswered questions still lingered.

Was I not enough? Did I give him too little? Maybe I was too clingy? Was I too pushy? Did I annoy him?

Did he fall out of love because he's seen everything you lacked with someone else?

You were so deep in thought you hadn't even realized the cold pattering of the rain dropping on your cheek. Just as you looked up in the dark sky, the rain poured, as if the world was crying for you.

The universe was crying for your pain, as if it could feel what you carried. And at some point, you didn't know anymore if the liquid dripping down your cheeks were your tears or the salty rain.

"Y/N!" you ignored his voice, choosing peace with the world who shared your pain. "What are you doing?! You're gonna catch a cold!" you were abruptly pulled up by your forearm but you snatched it away from his grip.

"Since when did you care, Jake?" you questioned, voice finally firm but shaking still. Jake's breathing was heavy, from the running or the question, you don't know.

"Since always. I've cared since always!" He screamed through the loud thunder, looking at your soaked figure. Your hair sticking to your face, your hoodie getting soaked, and yet, you were still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

"I'm telling the truth, nothing ever happened to me and that girl. She was a groupmate, nothing else." he added, desperation slipping through each word he muttered.

You laughed. "It doesn't matter, Jake. I don't need your explanation, we aren't together anymore."

He didn't know his heart could break all over again. His breath stuttered, his eyes blinking rapidly. "I thought.. I thought we were getting better." he murmured.

"So did I." you smiled, but broken. "But maybe that was stupid of me, really."

Jake shook his head, stepping closer and his arms hovering over you as he hesitated whether he should hold you or not. "No, don't say that." his voice cracked. "I'm just- God, I'm trying not to mess this up all over again. Please just hear me out."

You looked at him in confusion and disbelief. "Why now, Jake? Why now that I'm finally building myself back up, now that I'm finally learning how to live without you?" your voice shook, sadness, anger, confusion. You didn't know anymore but you wanted it to stop.

"Because I still love you." he paused, his voice cracking. "I loved you then, I love you now, especially now." he whined, tears falling from his eyes.

"That's.. you-" your scoffed out a short laugh with a tear falling. "That's not fair, Jake."

"I waited months for you to reach out. I walked away, expecting, hoping that you'd follow me and tell me you still loved me." you cried, your fist clenched at your side. "But you didn't.. Jake.. you didn't fight for me, for us."

Jake hesitantly brought you to his arms, melting in you when you didn't pull away. His neck was wet, with the rain and your tears but he didn't care. You were shivering and crying and he desperately needed you warm.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't know how to, we were young." he whispered in your soaked hair. "But now I do. I'll fight now, for you, for us."

You shake your head against his neck, sobbing harder.

And somehow, the words you've been meaning to hear were finally uttered. Under the pouring rain while the world weeped with you in the arms of the boy you never really unloved.

EPILOGUE (One Year Later)

"Baby, seriously it's not that serious." you deadpan at your sulking boyfriend, his body was on top of yours, his weight crushing you comfortably.

He exhaled against the crook of your neck and you whined with a chuckle at the ticklish feeling. "It is serious. That lego set was the final piece for my collection," he pulled away, not all the way but just enough to look at you.

"I already had it in my hand, but boom! The kid gets it 'cause he's younger? What kind of policy is that?" he whined again, dropping his face back into your neck.

You chuckled at your boyfriend's whining, playing with his hair while he continued to ramble on how he deserved it better.

The journey to this relationship wasn't smooth, there were times you hesitated, scared that whatever happened then would happen again, but he always reassured you.

There were also times where he'd get overwhelmed but instead of pulling away, he'd talk to you with that cute eyes of his, asking for comfort and just talk, and you both did, for hours until he felt better.

No one pulled away anymore, no one was going to walk away anytime soon.

"I deserved it better, right baby?" he sulked, puckering his lips as he looked at you.

"Yes, you big baby. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"What does that even meannn." he grumbled into your shoulder.

Your relationship with Jake wasn't perfect, but what's a real relationship without imperfections?

You were lovers once, you are still, and until evermore.

(fin.)

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Snowbound

Snowbound (18+)

Characters - bf JK x gf reader (woman)

Genre - first love troupe, romance, fluff, smut, angst and jealousy, drama, first vacation away, THIS is fiction!

Summary - The emotional journey of a couple who face growing tensions in their relationship during their first winter vacation.

Warnings - jealousy, big arguments, kinda possessive JK, both are 18, first time away from parents, JK snowboarding (is this really a warning? After ‘Are you sure?’ probably yes), implied that reader is shorter than Jungkook, reader is kinda temperamental, fictional characters that might get on your nerves, misunderstandings and mixed feeling, the end might be a little rushed idk.

Warnings for the not so holy parts (18+) - both are pretty inexperienced!, first time, kissing/making out, use of protection!, description of male and female body parts, premature ejaculation, they are pretty clumsy, fingering and oral (f rec), brief bj (like 1 sec), some cockblocking, hickeys.

MINORS PLEASE STAY AWAY!

Author’s note - Pushed matchmaker pt2 away for this one, Christmas is here after all. Merry Christmas everyone! Enjoy!

Word count - 10.2k

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Warm clothes, checked. Toiletries, checked. Some good games to play with your boyfriend, also checked! “Hm, this should be everything!” you say, neatly wrapping the last few items you need, as well as your boyfriend's present, before zipping up your suitcase. “Darling! Are you ready, Jungkook is here!” your mom screams from downstairs making excitement bubble inside you. “Coming!” you exhale relieved looking at your baggage, a small smile drawn on your lips. It’s finally time. Your first vacation alone, only you and your boyfriend.

You grab your suitcase, dragging it behind as you go down the stairs. In front of your door, your mom and Jungkook casually chit chat. He looks up as you appear, his face lighting up, his hands immediately come in help as he picks up your suitcase with ease. “There you go. Are you sure you got everything?” he asks, knowing how clumsy you can be, especially while being so excited about this trip.

You nod enthusiastically, though a part of you can’t help mentally double-checking. “I think I got everything.” you say with a grin.

“Don’t whine later if you can find your socks, I won’t share.” your mom chuckles at you two, looking with so much love in her eyes. “My kids are all grown up. I still remember that one time you snuck out the window just to see your boy.” “Mom!” you whine while her and Jungkook just laugh. “It’s been four years already, you are 18 now, close to finishing highschool and taking a big step in your lives.” she says in a nostalgic but sad tone, adoringly admiring you two. “And now you are big enough to go somewhere alone.” You sigh slightly, taking your mom into a warm embrace. “It’s not like we will be gone forever, it’s just a 5 day getaway.” Your mom chuckles, her warmth lingering as you pull away. “Still, don’t forget to call everyday!” “And no funny business, understood!” she says with a stern voice, turning to face Jungkook who’s ears grow slightly red. “We will be good kids, don’t worry!” you say while urging the boy out the door. “Alright, go on, have fun! And send pictures!” she yells, her expression softening as she watches the two of you step outside. “When did they grow so much?” she mumbles from the doorway. The car is already warmed up, and you can see Jungkook’s snowboard strapped securely to the roof. “Got your board, huh?” “Well, I’m planning to impress a girl, how else should I do it?” You laugh, rolling your eyes. “You’re such a show off.” He laughs too, before opening the passenger door for you to enter, with quick steps he gets on the other side, entering the driver’s seat. “Alright, let’s go!” he says while taking over the road. The atmosphere was cozy, the radio played Christmas carols while you enjoyed how beautiful the snow was settling onto the ground. You look to your left, admiring Jungkook’s features. The way his voice softly hums along the songs, while focused eyes never break contact with the road ahead. Jungkook glances over at you briefly, catching your gaze for a moment. "What?" he asks with a small, teasing smile. “Nothing, just admiring you.” you laugh, a little embarrassed by being caught so fast.

"It’s perfect, isn’t it? Finally some time away, just the two of us.” The way he says it, so softly, makes your heart flutter a little. You nod, settling back into your seat. “It feels like a dream, to be honest. Never thought our parents would let us go like this.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, his fingers moving to gently rub your thigh. “I know, right? It feels like we’re breaking some rules.” he snickers. “Well, they probably expected this to happen sooner or later, we’ve been together for four years now. They can’t keep us apart anyway.” "But I guess they’ve been waiting for us to grow up too." you tone down your voice and Jungkook nods thoughtfully, his thumb gently brushing against your leg as he keeps his eyes on the road. “I think they trust us enough now.” he says quietly. The atmosphere around you two gets silent. You feel all grown up in a way. It kinda scares you, all these changes. You glance out the window, watching the snowflakes melt onto the glass. It feels like it’s been just yesterday, the day you fell in love with Jungkook. You were both young and stupid, not exactly knowing what love was about, but your friends started experimenting and you felt big enough to enter that path as well. You had rough patches, with ugly crying and fights, but somehow, you both always found a way back to each other. Sweet and memorable moments being much better remembered. Now, as you sit beside him, you realize how far you’ve come. How the kids who once thought that they had love came to the realisation that the meaning itself it’s much deeper. You’re no longer those two teenagers who snuck up every time they got just to share some secret kisses, or the naive couple that got so embarrassed when their parents caught them cuddling way too close on the couch. Now, you’re standing on the edge of adulthood, rushing to enter the last slope of school, and ready to take on what life has to further offer. “Have you got back any response?” “Huh?” you break out of your ‘down the memory lane’ haze, looking at Jungkook, who’s glancing at you with a curious expression. “The early college application?” “Oh, right…no, no answer yet.” you shut down the topic quickly. There’s a pause for a moment as you bite your lip in guilt. Both you and Jungkook were excellent students, because of this you decided to early apply for colleges. He got his response last week, his dream of going to one of the top universities in Korea coming true. He’s got into Yonsei. You, however…had a little secret. And you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. You had received a response for Yonsei as well, a day after his. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be accepted, the problem was that you both promised to go to the same uni, so it will be easy to move out and to look after eachother, and you were looking forward to that…until. You received a letter the day you were supposed to let your lover know about the thrilling news. One of your projects got recognition. Not just any recognition, but an offer to study abroad on a scholarship…at Harvard.

You were thrilled when the coordinating teacher pulled you into his office to give you the good news. It was an opportunity that could shape your entire future, the kind of chance people only dream of.

The excitement was overwhelming, but the timing was bad. So you got stuck with two options, either taking your way in life, an opportunity of a lifetime, but the price you had to pay put you away from family, friends and Jungkook, or being close to your lover, but possibly, regretting not taking the chance of something so big when you had to. So, you resumed not telling Jungkook, until now…when the place needs to be confirmed and the guilt of wanting to go to Harvard instead, taking over. You took a deep breath as the car bumps along the snowy road. Jungkook glanced over at you, sensing the sudden shift in your mood. “What’s wrong, love? We are almost there, do you want to make a stop? Are you not feeling good?” the boy asks, concerned.

You felt bad, you didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want him to feel betrayed or confused, and for sure you wanted this vacation to be perfect and memorable.

You shake your head softly, giving him a small smile. "No, it's nothing, might be just from the excitement.” You hope the lie sounds convincing, but deep down, you know it’s the last thing you should be doing, you’ve kept this secret and lied enough. It seemed to have worked though, he shrugged and continued on the road, taking a last turn before the view of the cabin in which you will remain for the next few days began to take shape.

The car pulls into the driveway and you eagerly jump out once the engine is silent. The crunch of the snow beneath your feet and the dancing snowflakes that were falling around you made the place seem magical. “I’ll get the bags!” Jungkook says as he lets you enjoy winter just a little more. He grins, clearly happy to see you so excited. It felt freeing, being away from everything, forgetting responsibilities for a brief second.

You get lost in the view, wandering around while your man carries everything inside. The place was beautiful, a lot of snow, and the trees were so tall you would think their peak could scrape the sky above.

The air felt fresh and crisp, your eyes taking in the beauty of the quiet wilderness when suddenly, your foot catches on something. “Oh!” you stumble forward, arms flailing to regain balance as you fall face down into the snow. “Omg, are you okay?” you hear a voice from behind, big hands wrapping around your arms to lift you back and onto the ground. You blink, still a bit flustered, the snow melting with the warmth of your face. The boy crouches down to pick your hat, shaking the remaining frozen fluff off.

“Uh, thank you…” you shyly whisper when his hands offer back the piece of clothing. “No problem.” he laughs lightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess this place can be a bit tricky with all the snow and hidden rocks.”

“One minute you're admiring the view, next thing you know you’re stumbling over something. You should be more careful.” the boy beams a breathtaking smile your way making you blush in embarrassment. “I’ll keep that in mind.” you softly respond trying to get away from such awkward situation. “I’m Yohan, by the way.” You nod, taking in the casual, confident vibe he gives off. “I’m Y/N.” You glance up at him, he was good looking, not better than your Jungkook, but still eye- catching. His hair was a chocolate brown color, a little messy, with bangs almost covering his eyes, and even though he was taller than your lover, his body was not as shaped. Yohan nods “Nice meeting you Y/N.” he smiles once more “If you need any tips about the area, feel free to ask. I come here at least three times a year, I know the area like the back of my hand.” You give him a polite smile before letting him lead the way back to the cabins. Once there you wave before rushing inside, your head coming in contact with Jungkook’s firm chest right before entering.

"Everything okay?" he asks, his gaze a little more focused than usual. Your cheeks burn up, but you can’t hide the fact that you are wet, cold and still full of snow. Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he looks over your frame, taking in Yohan’s back as he fades in the distance. “Did that guy do something to you?” You quickly shake your head, trying to brush off the uncomfortable tension that builds in the air. "No, no! I stumbled and fell, he only helped me up and back to this place.” you explain, forcing a smile. "That's all."

Jungkook's gaze lingers on you for a moment before pulling your frame into the house, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around you. He unzips his suitcase, putting out the first towel he sees and wrapping you in it. “You need to change, you’ll catch a cold at this rate.” You look at him throughout your lashes, looking like a wet puppy that follows his owner’s instructions after they get scolded.

"Thanks." you mutter, touched by the way he’s looking after you. You make your way toward the small bathroom to change and wash up. Jungkook watches you for a moment, still concerned over what happened.

“Take your time love, I’ll start the fire in the meantime!” he calls out as you close the bathroom door. You breathe in deeply before getting rid of your cold clothes and stepping inside the steamy shower.

As you step out of the bathroom, fully dressed in warm attire, you see Jungkook kneeling by the fireplace, his hands warming up in front of it. You come closer, keeling and wrapping your arms around him, from behind. Your head rests on his back while his fingers gently caress yours.

"Feel better?" he asks without turning, making you hum, nuzzling your nose on the nape of his neck. "Much better," you reply while raising up, walking over to sit on the couch, curling your feet underneath you.

The boy watches you, before rising to his feet, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow on his features. He walks over and sits beside you, pulling you into his lap. You comply and sit in his warm arms.

You smile when he rubs his cheek on the side of your head, his muscles flexing tighter around you. “It’s getting late.” You glance at the clock on the wall, noticing that the evening has settled in.

Jungkook gently runs his fingers through your hair, his lips brushing lightly against your neck. "Do you want to go to bed, or stay up for a bit longer?" he asks in a low tone, arms loosened up to rest on your thighs.

You close your eyes, leaning back onto him, enjoying the slight intimacy you share. “How about we stay up a little longer.” you say once his fingers start to play with the hem of your pants. “And what do you plan on doing?” he asks, lips curving into a small grin against your neck. One of his hands slowly makes its way inside your pants, playing over the wet patch you developed on your underwear. You halt in his lap when his middle finger starts to rub little circles over your clothed clit. “Jungkook…” you whimper, making the boy shush you with a slow and tangy kiss. His two fingers dragging your wet underwear to the side to play with your slick folds. He manages to break a gasp from you when one of his digits rubs at your entrance. He slowly enters with one, ripping a loud moan from you. “Is this okay?” he manages to ask, sweat building on his forehead and the tent in his pants growing. “Y-yeah.” you manage to mutter between your moans. And as his second starts to make its way in, he knows he’s got you exactly where he wanted.

His lips move back to your neck to suck a small, purple spot, marking what’s his. “You’re so hot, baby.” his fingers start moving faster and faster, his other hands pulling your pants down enough to access with ease. In a blink, his other fingers begin to gently rub your bundle of nerves, making you lose yourself to the feeling. Your vision clouds and a bunch of pretty stars start to appear as you let yourself go on your lover’s fingers. He drags them through your orgasm before stopping, letting you catch your breath in bliss. “You did so good, my love.” he coos, kissing your lips gently before taking his fingers out, bringing them to his lips to taste you. “Eww, Jungkook!” you both laugh as you get up from his lap, putting your underwear in place and your pants back on. You look towards your boy, his eyes praying over your figure, hard on sitting neatly on the side of his leg, the outline very visible. It’s not the first time you two do stuff like this, toying with each other. In four years you experimented when you got the chance and as puberty was also taking a toll on your hormones, you started to go even deeper down the path. From boring days at his place, when his parents were away, ending with him sloppily eating you out on the couch, to the late nights when you snuck up for a ride, after he’s got his license, just to messily blow his mind away in the back seat.

You were getting good at these things, and well, fingering, this was a newer one. Starting with him just slowly rubbing your sweet pussy to bring you to orgasm and advancing to plucking a finger or two into your tight wetness. The two of you were no strangers to intimacy, but somehow you still haven’t taken that big, big, step. You never had real sex. And deep down the both of you wanted to change that, wanting to feel the connections brew and tie you closer. You kneel down in front of him, taking the opportunity to maybe, just maybe take things a notch further. The boy licks his lips looking down at you with clouded eyes. You look up as well, asking for permission which you gladly get.

“Go on, baby.” his raspy voice makes your downstairs throb further, especially when he’s manspreading so deliciously to give you access.

Your fingers untie the strings of his sweatpants, hand breaking in to pull out his hot cock. Tip red and leaking with fluid. You gulp stroking him a little, smearing his precum for some better lubrication. You lick your lips and bring yourself closer to his aching tip, but before you can wrap your mouth around him, a loud knock interrupts. You turn around, looking towards the door, silence. You huff thinking it was just some random noise. But when you turn back you only manage to touch his manhood with your lips before another knock, louder than the one before, stops you. You rise from the ground whining in annoyance alongside your boy. “Is this serious?! I’ll go and get it.”. Tucking a few strands of hair you make your way towards the door, while Jungkook goes to the bathroom to quickly solve his problem. “Yes?” you ask while only creaking the door slightly. You find Yohan and a random stranger at your door. “Hello, we are…oh Y/N!” his eyes sparkle when he takes a hold of your frame. “Yohan, what are you doing here? Especially this late?” you ask concerned, fully opening the door, glancing at the other man from time to time. “Well I told you I come here often. I work as a ranger, and we got notice of a blizzard so we came to announce and give supplies.”

“The blizzard might be worse than we expect.” the ranger hops on the conversation, his voice calm but firm. “It’s not safe to be out, especially at night, and since we don’t know how long it will last, we need to be prepared.” “We’ll be fine, right?” you ask quietly. Yohan gives you a reassuring smile. “For sure, worst case you’ll have to stay in tomorrow, but other than that it’s not a major threat.” His hand comes closer to pat you on your shoulder in reassurance, but before he can reach you he stops.

You look behind, finally taking in your boyfriend’s presence, chest puffing up and down, cheeks flustered and his hair messy wet. He looks over at you while wrapping an arm around your waist. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, the rangers brought supplies just in case, there will be a blizzard tonight. You might not snowboard tomorrow.” His expression hardens slightly, his eyes flicking outside to see the wind blowing quicker and quicker. “There are your supplies.” Yohan abruptly interrupts, his face cold all of a sudden. He lands Jungkook an emergency bag. “Thanks, Yohan.” you say softly, making the man smile brightly at you. “Of course. Just wanted to make sure you’re prepared!” his voice is professional, but the way he was absolutely trying to ignore your boyfriend was not.

Jungkook must have noticed too, the way his arm brings you behind him, trying to guard you. “We’ll be fine, thank you for your service.” he harshly says before shutting the door in their face.

He exhales annoyed, his jaw tightening. “Is that the guy who helped you earlier?” His voice is steady, but there’s something behind his tone that tells you he’s not entirely fine with how things went down.

“You mean Yohan, yes, he helped me...” You take a step toward him, latching your arm on his biceps, feeling how he relaxes under your touch. “I don’t like him. The way he was looking at you was weird.” You sigh, safe to say your man was jealous and pretty possessive over things that are ‘his’, you being at the top of the list.

You stare at him before rolling his eyes. “He was just being polite…” you mumble, making the man shake his head in disapproval “Just stay away from him.”

Frustration bubbles under your skin, but you keep quiet. This is supposed to be a nice and calm vacation, arguments and jealousies should be put aside. Not wanting to pick up a fight, you just sigh and head for the bed. After a few moments of silence, you hear Jungkook’s footsteps come into the room, his body crawling next to yours. “Tell me if you feel cold, we can notch up the fire.” you hum nesting your body into his arms.

“Tomorrow.” Jungkook starts, his head resting gently on yours, “We’ll forget about all of this and just have fun, okay? This is our vacation.” he gently kisses your head before closing his eyes, you following right after.

The next day came in quite with a halt, waking up with your man behind the sheets and between your legs. Easy to say, he knew how to make you forget about the jealousy he had the other day, having you wrapped around his finger, a little too good.

And after a quick shower and the very blissful morning you had, you felt ready to take on the day, finding out from the radio post that the blizzard got ‘postponed’ since the weather ‘magically’ got better overnight. Jungkook had already packed up his board, his enthusiasm contagious as he looked at you with a mischievous grin. “Are you that happy to go snowboarding?” you teasingly ask, making the man nod vigorously. You chuckle at his cuteness, grabbing his hand and going towards the slopes. Gearing you up as well since you didn’t have neither the equipment nor the experience in snowboarding. “I can’t wait to get up there!” Jungkook exclaimed, practically bouncing on his toes, waiting for the lift to ascend up the mountain. “It’s going to be so much fun!” he says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. On the other hand, you felt worried. The idea of heading up the mountain with Jungkook, who was so confident and pretty skilled, only made your nerves worse.

Lost in your thought you almost don’t feel the warm glove that wraps around yours. “I’m going to help you, so don’t be nervous on me, pretty.” His words made you feel a little better, he always knows how to comfort you. Once on the lift and up the mountain you actually started to feel really scared. All the confidence he gave you peeling away at instant. “Take a deep breath, and slowly go down, I will catch you if anything happens.” And you do, the speed taking over making you fall on your bum. Jungkook urged you to get up and try again, and again…and again…until you got really bored and upset about not catching up to at least 10% of his skills. But the man was unstoppable, the energy he was putting into this could be far more effective in other places. Taking your helmet on, blowing the few strands that got stuck to your forehead you are finally at the bottom of the trail, exhausted and sweaty.

Your boy pulls next to you with a little show, stopping so abruptly the snow flies in the air. “Up for another round?” hell no! It took you more than two hours to go down this damn slope once, all while Jungkook did at least seven runs. “Don’t even think about it, I’d rather get hot cocoa than spend another two hours breaking my bones.” he laughs loudly, coming over to pat you on the head. “I will ride some more then, stay close so I can at least keep an eye if something happens.” he pecks your red nose taking over to the lift. You shake your head in disapproval, unbuckling from the board and moving towards the nice cafe situated over so conveniently in front of the trail.

You push open the door, instantly greeted by the warmth and the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee and hot pastries. It’s cozy, with wooden beams lining the ceiling and a roaring fire crackling in the corner. “One hot cocoa please!” grabbing the warm drink, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows you go outside to sit on one of the beanbags. You glance upward to spot Jungkook gliding down the slope with effortless ease, his movements fluid like water. “Enjoying the view?” a familiar voice pulls you from admiring your boyfriend. “Yohan?!” you say, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “Just grabbing a quick coffee before heading out to check the trails. Everything’s looking good after last night’s false blizzard alarm.” he laughs heartily, shaking his head at how ridiculous it must have been to announce a blizzard that never came.

“Mind if I join you for a second?” he asks, his grin still in place. Before you can respond, he pulls the beanbag from across you and sits down. “So, no snowboarding for you today?” Yohan asks, signaling toward your boots, clearly unbuckled from the board. You smile softly, sipping from the hot drink. “I tried, but I’m nowhere as good as Jungkook, he’s the expert.” “Ah, I saw him earlier, the guy in full black. He’s good.” Yohan leans back, his eyes on you now. “Is he your man?” You pause mid-sip, his direct question catching you off guard. “Yes, he is.” “Seems like a real thrill seeker. How can you handle all that?” You bite your lip, unsure how to answer. "How can I handle all that?" you repeat, raising an eyebrow. "It's not really about handling it. I just let him be himself." You shrug, hoping to sound nonchalant. Was he only making conversation or was he trying to pick at your boyfriend?

"Looks like he's having fun." Yohan observes, his gaze following the boy. "Yeah." you say, bothered by the way his subject was Jungkook "He's good at what he does." you whisper under your breath. “I wish I could go like that too, but being a ranger takes way too much of my time.”

“Plus it’s hard to get in touch with people, this is a resort so everyone just comes and goes, maybe once in a while I see familiar faces.” He shrugs, slight disappointment leaching on his voice. "It must be tough, having to be away from family…” you stop for a second “and friends.” bitterness erupts in your chest, speaking so carefree about how hard it is to be away from everyone when you are about to do the same to the people you love. "Yeah, it can be. Sometimes I just wish I had a moment to kick back, you know?” He pauses, glancing over at you with a small smile. “But it’s also fun to meet the ones that come once in a lifetime.” You look at him with wide eyes, some blush creeping on your cheeks. You try to gather yourself, clearing your throat before taking a big gulp from your cup. "Sometimes it's the people you don’t expect that end up being the most memorable." he says looking over the slopes once again, seeing Jungkook rush down at full speed. “I think it’s time to go, your boyfriend is coming. Nice speaking with you, hope to see you later!” he says with a light grin and a wave, his eyes flicking to Jungkook, who’s now near the bottom of the hill.

As Yohan walks away, you can’t help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling inside you. You shake your head, trying to push the thoughts away, and focus on the sight of your boyfriend, taking off his goggles and helmet, looking seemingly pissed.

Jungkook stops just a few feet away, his gaze sharp, looking the way Yohan left. "Was that Yohan?" he asks, the words coming out in a low tone that sends unease through your spine. You blink, surprised at how quick he catches on. "Yeah, we were just chatting over some drinks.” His tongue pushes the inside of his cheek, and his hands drag furiously through his hair, clearly frustrated. "Jungkook, it’s nothing." you say in defence, trying to reassure him, seeing the jealousy spark up within, once again. "We were just talking, that’s all." He avoids your glance and exhales sharply. “I told you to stay away from that prick, he’s no good.” You have enough of his behavior. Pushing your feet on the ground you rise from your seat. “You’re just really jealous. He’s not doing anything to me other than chatting every now and then.” Sensing your anger Jungkook tones down "I don’t like it when other guys get too close to you." he admits through gritted teeth “Especially since I’m not around.”

You cross your arms over your chest, the drink you had long forgotten into the snow. “Forget it, it’s not like it will ever get through your thick skull.” you whisper the last part out of anger and frustration, but your actions only fire up the boy even more. “What did you say? Tell that to my face if you feel so bold.” His tone is low, dangerous, as he steps toward you. Tall frame towering over your much smaller one.

“I said it’s never going to get through to you.” you snap back, refusing to back down. You were temperamental, such an attitude and behaviour leading to many hurts along the way. “I’m not some helpless girl who needs to be guarded from every guy I talk to, Jungkook!” the boy flinches at your words, clearly taken aback from you being so forward and mean. You can tell he’s hurt, but the anger in him isn’t entirely gone either. “I’m not saying you’re helpless.” he huffs ”I care about you, I care about what’s mine an…” but you take it further, cutting his sentence without a care. “Yours? Me? Do I look like some possession to you?” It felt surreal, the way he can easily talk about you like you were some kind of object he owned.

Jungkook freezes, his expression dropping, the anger in his eyes faltering as well. His lips part, but no words come out at first, he must have realised the way his sentence came out.

“Wait.” he starts, his voice rushed, panic setting in. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean it like that.” You take a step back, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. “How can you say such absurd stuff?” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly fighting to say the right stuff. Silence takes over you two, you had nothing left to say while he had so much but didn’t know how to piece it together without starting a disaster.

In the end you sigh, wiping away a few tears that drop before turning your back saying “Do whatever you want.” and leaving.

Jungkook doesn’t call out, doesn’t try to stop you, fueled by so many emotions, he only kicks his board away in anger before collecting himself for a few more runs down the trail, he needs to take his mind away.

And there he goes, once more and once more, until the sun goes down and the only lights are the ones from the post lamps. He was exhausted, burning his body throughout the day as never before. “This is the last one.” he says to himself, ready to take over the much quiet and deserted trail. The events from today playing over and over in his head, not letting him enjoy one second of his time. In a way he thought this was the only way of punishing himself over how he reacted and acted towards you. He loves you dearly, years of getting to know each other and build trust making him never forget to cherish and desire you. But he also has his flaws, the jealousy his body conserves makes him petty, only wanting you for himself, sick to his stomach when he sees other men pray over your pretty figure. So he does stupid stuff, hurts you and then hurts himself so he can be selfish once again and drag you back with pity. The boy sighs, not wanting to go down knowing in the end he will have to face you. He can already picture your worried face and the way you start to cry and beat him over the fact that he’s let himself push the limits so hard. And then he will drag you into his arms and cuddle you close, reminding you that you’re everything he needs and no other thing, not even air, is necessary for him to survive. Your presence and worry blooming pride into his soul. With clouded thoughts he goes down the snowy terrain, the adrenaline rushing into his body when the picture of you, waiting in front of the door for him, runs in his mind. He’s so lost in the delusion that he barely takes hold of the person in front of him. Panic sets when he finally notices, he tries to turn himself or, at least, get slower, but in vain. With a grunt he runs over the person, falling on top. He scrambles to push himself off. “Are you really that blind? Or are you just dumb!” an irritated feminine voice breaks down from underneath. He quickly rolls over, detaching the board from his feet. “I, u-uh” the boy stammers when his eyes meet the fierce ones of a woman. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run you over.” “What were you even doing, playing a game of human bowling?!” her words were piercing through him, making the heat rise to his cheeks. The man quickly apologizes once again, his hand extending to help the young girl out.

She huffs, getting up herself and dusting her clothes to get rid of the snow. “Such an idiot.” “I said I’m sorry, okay! Are you hurt, though?” The woman’s gaze softens slightly at his question, but she crosses her arms. “No, I’m fine. Just...maybe watch where you’re going next time.” she mutters, the silence taking over for a brief second before both of them begin to chuckle. “It was stupid of me to do this, I should’ve gone down earlier, I don’t think my body can handle another slope. Not my brightest moment.” Jungkook takes off his helmet as the tension melts away. The woman adjusts her jacket and laughs lightly. “I saw you today, you are pretty good.” “You think?” she quickly fixes her goggles before rolling her eyes at his cocky tone. “Yeah, I didn't think you’d run into someone the moment it turns dark. At least you owned up to it and apologised.” “How can I not, you were ready to chew me out.” the boy admits with a stupid grin and a teasing tone. “Very good one, I’m Naeun.” she adds, extending her hand. “Jungkook.” he clasps her hand, shaking it. “Should we go down together? It’s only a few meters and we are at the bottom.” Naeun questions, raising her brows while looking at Jungkook. “Sure, but only if you have some good tips for my next rides.” she laughs at his boldness. “I work here as a trainer, you could say I’m a pro rider.” she winks playfully, setting Jungkook’s body on fire, leaving him speechless. “Pro rider, huh?” he manages to say, clearing his throat, looking away in embarrassment. “You’ve got the speed, but your technique could use some work. I can teach you some tricks tomorrow, I’m free in the afternoon since the kids only come in the morning.” “I’ll give it a shot.” he confidently responds, the girl only hums. “Think you can handle taking lessons from me though? Pretty boy.” Jungkook chokes on his saliva, coughing as the girl bursts into laughter.

“See you tomorrow, pretty boy. Don’t run into others until we meet, it would not work to snowboard with a broken leg.” Naeun teases before waving her arm, her figure disappearing in the distance. Jungkook watches her walk away before muttering an “wow” in disbelief. His worries dissipate and reappear when he gets inside, and instead of facing you with a furious face, ready to strike him down, he meets silence.

“Y/N.” he quietly calls while looking for you. Not in the living room, bathroom or kitchen. So you must be in bed by now. Jungkook jumps over the stairs entering the room with quiet steps. Sighing when he sees you wrapped around in the blanket like a burrito. He gets closer to your face, looking at how puffy and tired your closed eyes were, guilt getting into him knowing he let you here cry instead of manning up, sorting things out. His chest tightens but as he leans closer, brushing some hairs out of your face. “I’m such an idiot.” he mutters under his breath when he gets into the bed, next to you. Even in your sleep, you seem to instinctively lean into his warmth, your body moving to stick to his side. Jungkook smiles, turning his body to hold you before drifting off to sleep. The morning air feels cold on his skin. He rustles around searching for your body heat, just to be met with emptiness.

His brows furrowed as he sat up, looking around for any trace of you. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing his face before waddling out of the bedroom, the cabin met with silence.

He lazily gets dressed, his body aching from every spot after yesterday’s push over. Determined to make things right, he grabs his jacket and steps outside, eyes scrunching in displeasure when the white of the snow blinds him. The steps he takes feel heavy, legs unknowingly taking him somewhere through the thick fluff. Jungkook’s gaze darts around, scanning the territory for any sign of you, the heartfelt laughter of your voice being heard in the distance catching his attention.

He quickened his pace, body drawn to see you. As he rounds a small cluster of pine trees his gaze bores on your figure, small body trying to push a big ball of snow around.

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his breath clouding the air as he watches you, a mixture of amusement and relief on his features. He’s ready to take one step towards you, when Yohan erupts from behind a tree, his arms carrying another boulder of snow. Your laughter echoes again when your eyes meet him, surprise written all over when the man sets down the big globe.

“Perfect, right?” Yohan asks, dusting off his gloves and stepping back to admire his work, a triumphant smile on his face. “Don’t you think it’a a little too big? How will we lift this?” You beam at him, cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. “Teamwork.” Yohan says with a wink, clearly enjoying the playful banter. Jungkook only looks from afar, his heart burning worse than his body when he acknowledges how easy can Yohan make you smile with joy. He knows he should walk over and maybe beat him up real good, roll him into all the snow your little hands collected and make him the snowman instead. But he doesn’t. Instead he turns around with a shaky breath and tears blazing his eyes. “Hey! Pretty boy, whatcha doing there?” Naeun's voice beams from afar, her body agitating to make her presence noticed. Jungkook quickly wipes at his eyes trying to fight back the smile Naeun just put on his face. He walks over to her just to see a hoard of kids going down in a line. “Your students?” he raises a brow flashing her a smile. “Yea, good kids. Smart too.” she replies, a proud glint in her eyes. “They’ve been asking me for tips all day. Pretty sure I’ll have them doing jumps by the end of the week.” “I need to get my jumps sorted as well, I’ve only been falling until now.” the boy says, lighting up his mood, taking his head away from all the drama in his love life. “Don't worry, I'll whip you into shape soon.” she chuckles to herself “I’m done for today so if you want, grab your board and let’s hop on.” "Alright, let's do this," he says, his competitive side itching for the chance to show off, the frustration he had when he saw you with Yohan dissipating away in a blink. He grabs his gears and dresses up, and after 20 minutes he meets Naeun for the start of his training. And they have fun for like two hours on the slopes. Jungkook managed to land even some of the harder jumps, as well as actually teach Naeun a trick or two himself. “Man, you’re really good. A quick learner, I’m impressed.” the girl says breathless, letting her body fall into a pile of snow. Jungkook laughs trying to catch his breath as well. “You’re not bad yourself.” He says with tired but sparkling eyes. Naeun stares at him, her cheeks getting brighter and probably not from the cold or exercising. She opens her mouth to say something, but it’s interrupted by the loud growl of her stomach.

Now visibly flustered she dismounts from the boards, looking away embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to eat today, the kids came earlier than expected.” “I’m kinda hungry too, didn’t have breakfast either and it’s launch time already.” he motions to his belly, rubbing it. "How about we grab something to eat together? I think we’ve earned it after all that snowboarding." Naeun hesitates for a second before asking, afraid she’s going to get turned down. "You know what, I think that sounds great." Jungkook replies without a care, making her face light up with relief. "Really? Great!" she grabs his arm, dragging him to the nearby restaurant. "I could eat a whole mountain of food after today." Jungkook says with a chuckle, setting his snowboard beside him as he settles into the seat. Naeun rolls her eyes but grins. "I’m pretty sure I could too. Ramen? Or some Tteokbokki?” She flips through the menu, clearly eager for something hot.

"Definitely ramen for me." Jungkook responds quickly, his mind already set on it. The two of them sat in their order, chatting away happily, enjoying each other's presence.

On the other side, you recharge your battery after yesterday’s fight with some snowman building alongside Yohan. “It was really fun, I hope it will never melt away.” Yohan chuckles ruffling your hair. You two grew pretty close this morning. Apparently he is 22 years old, and only an assistant ranger. He comes from far away to spend his time around these places since he enjoys nature. You two were not similar, but your personalities did match pretty well, his presence being one big breath of fresh air. And after exhausting yourselves all morning with collecting and rolling snow, you two decided to walk back to the cabins and get back to your daily lives, actually wanting to set things right with your boyfriend.

As the cabins come into view, Yohan suddenly slows his pace, his gaze shifting toward the restaurant nearby. “Hey…” he says cautiously, pointing his finger toward the large glass windows. “Isn’t that Jungkook?” Following his finger you look towards the restaurant, your heart halting in your chest when you notice him smiling and listening with so much attention to the girl from across. “That’s him, right?” Yohan asks again, showing mild concern when your face drops.

“Yeah…” you reply quietly, your hands tightening around your gloves. Yohan studies your face some more, feeling sorry seeing you like this. “Who even is that girl?” you mutter. “Naeun.” the boy responds hesitantly. “She’s a worker here, teaching kids how to snowboard.”

You can’t help but have jealousy bloom inside of you, the way her bob sways when she laughs a little too much at whatever your boyfriend was saying, or how she offers a bite of her food for him to try with shimmering eyes. They looked at a real couple.

“You okay?” Yohan’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you were not okay, you were fuming.

So that’s what he’s been doing all along while you were consuming yourself in the cabin, flirting so carefree with other girls. “I’m going there.” you say through gritted teeth, your fingers suffocating the gloves with your clench. Yohan’s eyes widen and alarmed he tries to stop you from making a scene. But you’re too far gone, already half a meter away from him.

The door swings open with a soft jingle as you step inside and you don’t hesitate as you stride to their table, making your presence noticed in an instant. Your boyfriend jumps in his seat when he sees you cross your arms, glance throwing daggers his and Naeun’s way. “So this is your way of making up?” you ask repulsed. He only leans back, clicking with his tongue. “Ask yourself, or are you too caught up with Yohan?” Your jaw tightens at the mention of Yohan, anger flaring in your chest. “You’re just, absolutely the worst, trying to turn this shit on me when the only problem is you.” he raises from his seat, gaining the attention of the people around. “Hey, let’s not make a scene.” Naeun intervenes only to be immediately shut down. “I’m the problem now? Not you who’s been basically drooling over that Yohan guy.” you clench your fist on your sides, your body shaking with the anger he makes you feel. You bite your lips, wiping away your tears “I don’t even know what to do anymore.” you say in front of him. Jungkook’s expression softens in an instant, his heart skipping a beat. His own hands starting to shake thinking the worst all of a sudden. But you just shake your head, leaving him there in guilt and sorrow. For the next day you avoid each other, him sleeping on the couch while you drain yourself of tears in the bedroom. What a beautiful vacation.

The two of you took different paths all of a sudden, Jungkook spending his days on the hill with Naeun while you helped Yohan with everything you could. It was the recipe of a disaster, and it was clearly affecting your relationship. With now only 2 days to spare and a relationship that is about to collapse. It’s clear that something needs to change, but neither of you knows how to start fixing it.

As the snow began to gradually fall, Jungkook’s heavy steps could be heard. Another day on the slope for the snowboarder, now almost ending.

His body was a wreck, broken from a mixture of exhaustion, the leakage of your relationship and probably the discomfort of the couch, all piling up. He does not know if he can keep this up till the end of the getaway. His body might actually give up if he keeps this further.

With a sigh, he pushes himself forward again, carving through the snow, until he’s met with the body of another guy. “Are you planning on dying tonight?” the sarcastic voice of Yohan ruptures through Jungkook’s ears. “Only if you go first.” he responds with the same token. “I genuinely feel pity when I look at you.” the older male starts. The younger one just rolls his eyes, bumping him with his shoulder in order to continue on his road. “I genuinely don’t know what she sees in you.” “I don’t know either.” Jungkook mutters, more to himself than to Yohan. “No, Y/N deserves so much better than an idiot like you, but she’s crazy blind when it comes to you.” he starts, finally letting his own thoughts out. “I don’t need a lecture from you.” Jungkook bites, his back still turned to Yohan. “You do, because you have her, and if you don’t want me to steal her away, then maybe you can start fixing things and actually appreciating her.” “You know, Y/N is an amazing girl, she’s kind and very loyal to an idiot like you.” his hands raise to grab the bridge of his nose in frustration, not believing that instead of taking the chance he gives it back to the very undeserving owner. “And she likes to build snowmans, and drink hot cocoa. She’s also super smart, knows more about the forest than I do, and she’s about to go to Harvard for human’s sake. She’s absolutely perfect, why do you waste her time!” he shouts in anger, eyes almost popping off from rage. “She’s not going to Harvard, she’s going to Yonsei.” a very confused Jungkook turns around and says. “Oh.” it’s the only thing Yohan can spit out, he’s messed up…big time. “Why do you say she’s going to Harvard, we promised we will go to the same uni.” Yohan lets out a slow breath, realizing how serious and delicaye this is. “I guess she didn’t tell you then…” ashamed he bites his lips. Jungkook turns back and makes a run towards the cabin, dropping his board and other gear in the process. He shoves the door open, taking you by surprise. You just got out of the shower and ready for a cozy night in bed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he questions failing to stop the tears falling from his eyes. “What?” you ask in confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re going to Harvard!” he sobs. You freeze, the towel around your shoulders slipping and falling on the ground. “I-I can explain, it's not what you think.”

“This is selfish even for you, Y/N. You promised…”

You can’t mutter another word, tears burning into your eyes just as well and all you do is stay and stare at the man who’s going through the worst time of his life. “So this is really the end?” he asks, pleading for an answer, the raw pain in his eyes ripping your heart apart. His breath comes out shaky, his lips quivering.

Jungkook stands there for a long moment, his chest rising and falling, and without another word, he walks away from you and back outside, shutting the door close after him.

For him reality hits, a reality in which he couldn’t keep you close, managing to only push you away further and further. You also bite down on your feelings, mixed emotions running free in your body and head. He didn’t deserve all of this either. And your jealousies and misunderstandings only made you grow apart. Letting your body crumble on the ground sitting there for countless minutes, with tears running down your face, you look towards the door in hopes of his head peeking inside, and instead of the sorrowful eyes, a big and comforting smile to appear on his face. Suddenly, the sound of the wind howling outside cuts through the room, making your eyes avert to the window. It’s already dark outside and the snow starts thickening. You stand up slowly, grabbing your phone to text Yohan, but just as the thought crosses your mind, you receive a message from him. “Be careful. It’s turning into a blizzard out there. Stay inside, both you and Jungkook.” A big lump fills your throat, your body moving before your mind has a chance to fully process anything. You slip on your boots, grabbing your jacket as you rush out the door.

The wind hits you like a wall, your eyes scrunching in pain. You can barely see anything through the thick snow, but you push forward, your heart pounding in your chest, you need to find Jungkook. This has escalated to unimaginable proportions. The storm outside perfectly mirroring the way you both consumed yourself for the last few days. It doesn’t take long for you to find him. His body collapsed in the snow. “Jungkook!” you shout, but the wind nearly swallows your voice. You rush and kneel next to his body, shaking him in desperation. “You idiot!” you cry, pulling him closer, wrapping your arms around, trying to warm him up. With all the power you have, you pull him onto your back, dragging him back to the cabin.

Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, you make it to the door. You can barely catch your breath as you kick it open, throwing both your bodies inside.

With all your remaining strength, your lungs burning from inside out, you strip him of his wet clothes, placing your head over his chest. His heart was beating. A rush of peace washes over you, with shaky arms you grab him close, cuddling him close to your warmth. “It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be fine.” you keep whispering while gently stroking his hair, holding him like your life depends on it. After good minutes you let go when you feel him starting to stir and cough. His eyes barely opening. “Am I in heaven?” “Only if you still think I’m an angel.” you reply thick with emotion. He raises his hand, placing it on your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn’t even know were falling. “The prettiest angel I’ve ever seen.” You sigh relieved, sticking your forehead onto his. Both of you lay there for some good minutes, before managing to drag him to the room and changing into comforting clothes you hold him close as he sleeps, promising yourself to never do this again. Morning comes slowly, the raging blizzard still ongoing. You wake up first, feeling the weight of your man on top of you, his chest coming slowly up and down. You stare at the ceiling for a few moments, processing how close you were to losing him. “Morning.” he says softly, his voice rough making you look back at him. “My body aches.” he whispers with a smile. “I’m sure it does, you also burned yourself these days.” his hands cup your cheek, lips sweetly coming closer to peck yours. “We are dumb, and we made a mess out of something that was supposed to be memorable.” Jungkook's thumb brushes over the exposed skin on your chest, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’m sorry for everything, baby.” “You don’t need to apologize. It’s also my fault. Sorry as well.” you whisper back to him. “Harvard huh?” he raises a brow questioning you with a tease. You laugh and shake your head. “Yonsei.” The boy rises from your chest, surprised eyes looking at you. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I already confirmed.” you shyly admit. He laughs softly, throwing his back on his pillow and pulling you on top of him instead. “Why? This was a crazy life opportunity.” “True, but…I realised after all this that no school or opportunity can make me go away from you. Yonsei is still top tier, I won’t lose that much, I won’t lose you.” Jungkook looks at you with stars in his eyes. “I love you.” he says in a heartbeat, you smile coming closer to him. “I love you too.” His lips slowly mold onto yours, moving slightly to kiss you so good. You gently bite his lip making him whine in the process, his moves growing eager. With a swing he pushes your body under him, lips attacking yours even more. “Fuck, I love you so much.” he whispers onto them, his fingers latching onto the first buttons of your pajama, taking them down. “I love you, and I love you, I can’t live without you, you drive me crazy Y/N.” “Then don’t.” you say softly once his lips start sucking on your neck. “Make me yours forever, Jungkook.” A low growl erupts from his chest at the thought. Claiming you as his, him being your first man and you being his only woman. His brain was fogging with desire. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he mumbles on your breast making you whimper. “Yes, please.” “You can’t back down on your words, just so you know.” he trails his lips lower, stopping at the hem of your pants, looking up for approval. You bite your lips half lidded, nodding simply as he complies. Jungkook takes a deep stare at your glistening pussy. “All mine.” is the only thing he says before he lowers his head to lick a long stripe through your folds. You moan loud, latching your fingers into his soft hair, pulling him closer to your warm core. “Mmm, my pretty girl, tasting so good.” he mumbles over your clit. The bliss becoming way too much to handle once the tip of his tongue starts moving rapidly at your entrance. “I’m coming, fuck!” you warn him, but he does not care, dragging his tongue through and out your orgasm. With shimmering lips he emerges from between your legs. His face just as fucked up as yours. “Should I stop?” he questions without the desire to actually do so. You shake your head, dragging his pants by the front. “No, I want you all.” you mewl, making the man lower his head whining. He turns around for a second, getting out to search through his suitcase. Coming back he throws an unopened pack of condoms next to your body. “You, oh my God.” you manage to say in disbelief. “Were you planning this all along?” you question, still not over your blowing height. “Maybe…” he manages to cockily say, slipping back between your legs, pantless. You reach out, grabbing his already throbbing cock, slowly moving to kiss him while stroking up and down. “Such a menace.” Sitting back down and spreading wider under him, you look at how he slightly struggles to unwrap the condom, his focused gaze and red hot cock, standing so proud and waiting ready, making you drool. “Need help, baby?” it’s not like you’ll be better, but maybe you can figure it out together, however his answer is a straight “No”. Once he gets it on, he leads his covered tip at your entrance. You hold your breath in anticipation and slight worry. “Tell me if it hurts, we can always stop.” he smiles and grabs one of your hands for some extra emotional support. You close your eyes expectant, feeling him slowly push inside and past the first ring of your walls before stopping. He stays still for a second before letting a small grunt pass out, making you open your eyes in worry. “Everything okay?” you ask concerned, staring at how his chest tries to even up, his breath rages as he shamefully admits “I came.”

You stare, blinking a few times, trying to process what he’s just told you, finally realising when he pulls out, the condom filled with white cream.

“Don’t laugh!” he whines seeing you hide your face into the pillow. You didn’t want to embarrass or make him insecure, potentially ruin his view on sex, but the way he was so cute and flustered, desperately trying to change the condom, made you grin in adoration.

“Let me help this time.” you say, pushing your body up, grabbing another foil from the box. You gently roll it over his member, while the man whimpers from sensitivity, his cock still hard as a rock even though he only came a few moments ago.

Once ready to try again, you lay back down and with a big gulp of air as he pushes in, this time easing himself more and more, until his pelvis touches yours.

You can only grunt in pain and mild pleasure, but his reassuring touches and slow pace makes it somewhat enjoyable.

He slowly drags his member through your walls, until only his tip sits inside, gasping every time you clench around him, feeling like your tightness can rip him every second.

It sadly only takes a few minutes for you two to reach bliss, your nails clawing at his back and him deliciously and much easier stretching you out. Both of you come down your height with a big and loud moan.

Jungkook pulls out, looking proudly at his spill, sitting warm under the protection, while you try to catch your breath with happiness flowing through your veins.

“Is this forever?” he looks at you with love in his eyes.

“Forever.” you whisper back with just as much sentiment, sealing your love with a heartfelt kiss.

In the end, you realized that the world outside may change you, and challenges may come, but it’s these moments, with his eyes on yours and both of your hearts beating for each other, that really matter.

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Dating Jackie Taylor

warnings: precrash!Jackie, angst(?), fluff, nsfw (under cut), switch!Jackie

❃ you and Jackie had been friends since childhood, both your parents being very friendly and having eachother over for dinner almost every other weekend.

❃ and maybe you'd always had a crush on her - you wouldn't know.. You just knew that the more you grew up and saw her grow with you, the more you wanted to be the reason for the smile on her face.

❃ But it was Jeff who was responsible for that.

❃ Jackie and Jeff had been in an on and off relationship since ninth grade after Jeff had kissed her at some dumb birthday party. You remembered that day and how you didn't know why a lump in your throat started to develop the more Jackie giggled at the boys words.

❃ but you continued acting like everything was normal, over the years managing to push that side of you deep down. It wasn't like the two of you could ever happen anyways.. You were living in rural wiskayok in the 90s for godsake, imagine what people would say! And that was if she even felt the same way about you..

❃ well she did. Jackie had spent years secretly pining over you, ever since Jeff had stood her up and "forgotten" their 1 year anniversary, and you had decided that you would take her out anyways. You spent the night having fun together, going to the cinema, eating at the diner in town, and ending up at the arcade where you managed to get her a cute little bunny plush.

❃ that day Jackie came home with the biggest blushing grin on her face, going to bed clutching the rabbit teddy like her life depended on it. ...She was so fucked.

❃ at first she decided that what she was feeling for you was just normal friendly feelings, like what she felt for Shauna! But she soon figured out that that really wasn't the case when she would giggle like a schoolgirl every time you said something.

❃ but you couldn't be together. You just couldn't. She had Jeff, they were quite literally the perfect high school sweethearts!

❃ Still, she couldn't help wanting you.

❃ something changed however when a party came around and everyone insisted on playing spin the bottle where the two chosen ones had to go into a closet for 7 minutes with the lights off and door closed.

❃ what are the chances then that you and Jackie got picked! At first Jackie refused, explaining that she couldn't do it because she had a boyfriend - but after a few awhs of disappointment from the others it didn't take much to convince her.

❃ wellll.. You spend the next 7 minutes making out desperately in the closet. So much for not acting out on your crush.

❃ "fuck.. I like you Jackie" "..I- I really like you too"

❃ she promptly breaks up with Jeff, saying that it wasn't him - it was her.

❃ anyways, you keep it secret for a while - Jackie being terrified that her reputation would be affected and that her parents would disown her. But you make it work despite the secrecy, Jackie being the same sweet girl behind doors - only never having to fake anything in front of you.

❃ she struggles quite a bit with internalized homophobia, but it got a lot better over time when she realized that you were the best thing in her life. And that she would never ruin that for anything else.

❃ love love loves baking with you, it's so intimate and cozy. Like the two of you are completely alone in the world together. And chocolate chip cookies are definitely her specialty - when she doesn't eat all the dough up.

❃ you come to every single one of her games, always excited support your favorite captain. It's so cute watching how focused she gets when playing against another team.

❃ after your first "date" together you've buy her a new plush every month - gotta treat your queen yk. She treasures them like they're your literal children - she even lost one once and literally called you crying in her bed.

❃ you guys go to concerts together all the time - the jumping around like no ones watching, and being able to cling onto eachother in public without worrying too much about who sees you is truly freeing.

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❃ after Jeff, she's so used to being sexually disappointed that she literally didn't believe that she could experience an orgasm that wasn't by her own touch.

❃ but oh boy was she wrong. One day you'd caught her whimpering and rubbing her clit next to what she thought was your sleeping body in the middle of the night, and you knew you couldn't pass the opportunity.

❃ "Jackie... Do you need help?"

❃ you'd never done anything like it before, but when you finally went down on her, it immediately felt like second nature. She was pretty embarrassed at first - she'd never gotten this wet when she was with Jeff, but the way you took your time and listened to the noises she made as to know what she liked made it the perfect experience for the both of you.

❃ she can't get enough of you after that - she even struggles to masturbate bcs you do it so much better than her fingers.

❃ but after a while she starts getting curious.. You were always the one on top, so, what if you switched positions?

❃ she brings it up shyly when things start to get heated and you're about to peel her pants off. "Can I.. go down on you?". You're kinda shocked at first, but quickly get over it when you see the pleading expression on her face.

❃ so you teach Jackie what you like and show her all your weak spots, and wow, she's surprised she'd never done this earlier. The intoxicating taste and smell pulls her in as she licks and sucks away (still too nervous to use her fingers) ...And she ends up desperately cumming in her underwear after rubbing herself against your leg the whole time.

❃ she gets a hang of it after awhile and after a few times she gets so skilled with that tongue of hers that she can make you cum in less than 10 minutes. Which she is incredibly proud of - the smile on her slick covered face grinning stupidly up at you.

❃ has a thing for quickies in lowkey public places - drags you into the lockerroom at school during history class so you can eat her out.

❃ gets embarrassingly wet when you wear clothes she picked out for you. There's something about the fact that you're hers and she gets to influence what you do that makes her incredibly horny.

a/n: I'm glad y'all are enjoying these headcanons sm!! 😫

Send requests PLSSS 🙏🙏😭 I'm running out of creativity (but I am working on my other requests dw 🤫)

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amongemeraldclouds · 1 year ago

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not being romantic

Jess Mariano may be cute, possibly charming, but he is most definitely annoying. He certainly can’t hold a candle to your secret pen pal who’s smart, loves books, and aspires to be an author. Or can he?

Jess Mariano x f!Reader

Warning: no use of y/n, mostly fluff, some angst, cursing, suggestiveness. This fic is set after he left Stars Hollow.

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The cafe buzzed with the rush of customers lined up for their afternoon caffeine fix. Coffee machines droned on churning coffee as sunlight streamed through the windows and the smell of baked goods wafted through the air.

You smirked at Jess Mariano before you called the customer to hand them their drink. You proceeded to add another point to your scoreboard, waving your arm for emphasis. He rolled his eyes at your dramatics and hurried up, adding whipped cream to the drink he was preparing.

Everything was always a game with him. Who could get the highest amount of tips? Who could guess the new customer's coffee order? Who could make the most convincing foreign accent?

Today’s game was: who could make the fastest coffee order?

“You’ve gotten better,” he observed as you grabbed a cup for the next customer. “Aren’t you glad to have had an incredible instructor like me?”

You scoffed, “more like an incredible loser if you don’t hurry up with that order. Just because you taught me, doesn’t mean I’d go easy on you, Mariano,” you taunt, narrowing your eyes for emphasis.

He shook his head with a smile, “I expected nothing less from you.” He made his way to the other end of the counter to call the customer and handed them their drink.

Another busy shift flew by and before you knew it, it was time to close down the cafe.

You grabbed the scoreboard, beaming with pride. “I won! You can now call me the Queen of Speed, Barista Extraordinaire. Bow down before your queen.”

Jess looked up from where he was wiping the counter with a flat expression. “I’ll call you the Queen of Clean if you help me with these last few tables?”

You frowned at him and stuck your tongue out, of course he had a whole arsenal of retorts with him at any given moment. You grabbed the towel and disinfectant spray from behind the counter and moved to wipe down the tables. “You’re no fun, but I’ll let it slide since you now owe me a favor.”

“As long as I don’t have to help you dispose of a body then it’s fine,” he replied, eyebrow raised.

You rolled your eyes, “if I ever need to dispose a body, it would probably be yours.”

“Are you confessing to something you’ll commit? I don’t think that’s very wise.”

“I’m not planning anything,” you sighed, pinching your nose. The conversation was getting more and more off topic by the second. “You, however, will be the dea*h of me.”

“I’ll add you to the waitlist,” he nodded as he set aside the towel and grabbed the key, ready to close for the evening. Of course that wasn't the first time that line was directed at him.

“You’re just trying to avoid what you owe me. Stop deflecting, Mariano,” you accused, heading towards him to return the cleaning materials. “I need your help with my toaster, it stopped working and I can’t afford to get it fixed or replaced. Can you help me with that?”

“Of course, anything for the Queen of Speed,” he replied.

“You forgot Barista Extraordinaire,” you added helpfully.

Jess just shook his head as if to say, I can’t win with you. He fought the smile that threatened to break across his features. Perhaps you too had your own arsenal of comebacks.

With the final turn of the key, the door swung in and you and Jess headed into your tiny apartment. It was a studio that’s three steps away from the kitchen, five steps away from the bathroom, and ten steps away from the bed. You liked to keep it simple, minimalistic. It definitely had nothing to do with the cheap rent.

“Welcome to my apartment. It’s not much but it’s home,” you said, gesturing around the place.

“It’s cozy and it’s very you,” he remarked.

You folded your arms and stared at him, “I can’t tell if that’s an insult or a compliment.”

“Let me see. Second hand furniture, potted plants around the area, and the artwork looks similar to your napkin doodles. Don’t think I didn’t notice them. It’s a mosaic of different things, but you managed to tie it all together and make it work. It’s just like you to make good out of a potentially bad situation,” he observed.

“Slow down there or you’ll end up hosting shows about house tours,” you teased. “And hey, I’ll take the compliment. Who knew Jess Mariano could be nice?”

He shrugged, “I just call it like I see it.”

You took the three steps necessary to reach the kitchen. “Here’s the troublemaker, by the way. Not you, well, aside from you,” you amended and pointed to the toaster. “Not sure what’s wrong, it just stopped working.”

He approached you and it struck you just how small the kitchen was, certainly not big enough for two. When you turned to speak to him, all the words left your mind as you realized you’re only inches away from him. Heat crept up your cheeks and you blinked.

Jess smirked at your reaction, keenly aware of the effect he had to you. That cocky bastard. He leaned in a bit closer and your breath hitched. “You know, if you just wanted me over at your place, there’s a lot of other fun things I can help you with.” You scrunched your nose and took a step back, immediately transported to the area you considered your bedroom. “If that’s your way of confessing your feelings for me, it’s not very romantic at all. Thought you’d have more game than that, Mariano,” you hedged.

“Oh, that’s because I’m not trying to be romantic. If I were trying....” he said, taking a step forward, closing the distance you tried to place between you. He brushed the hair away from your cheek, the touch so unexpectedly tender coming from Jess. You took in how soft his lips looked up close.

When he touched the side of your face, your attention returned to his soulful eyes. “...I’d do something like this,” he concluded, his breath against your lips like the ghost of a kiss. That’s all it took for him to steal the breath from your lungs.

You’re disoriented when cool air greets you again as he took a step back and the only trace left is the fading warmth from where his hand caressed your cheek. “But like I said, I’m not trying to be romantic,” he shrugged.

You cleared your throat, brushing off the lingering heat of the interaction. You ignored the pang of disappointment that hit you. Besides, someone else already had your heart, this was nothing but a silly little crush. “Well can you please try to fix my toaster?” you asked, trying to stay on topic as always.

“Sure, I have tools at home. I can take it with me and bring it back when I’m done.”

You nodded, “okay thank you. Let me just grab a bag you can carry it in.”

He scanned the room while you opened the cabinet to grab a reusable bag.

“Why do you have lots of mail?” He asked, thumbing through the pile of opened envelopes on your kitchen counter.

You mulled over the question, unsure how much you wanted to share with Jess Mariano and risk a round of his teasing. Then again, you could handle Jess. “Well, there’s this guy I really like. We send each other letters. If you really want to know what romantic is, Mariano, it’s hand written letters. No one bothers to write them anymore. There’s something sweet and sincere about it.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“I’m not really sure. I got his first letter from the bookstore I frequent, the employee handed it to me and I asked him to hand back my reply. We just kept going from there, I think the mystery just adds to the romance.”

Jess shot you a worried look. “You mean to say, you’re corresponding with a complete stranger? For all you know he’s hiding his identity because he’s a stalker or a serial killer.”

“Please, he is not. He is smart, funny, and he’s writing a book. I just don’t feel like he’s that type of person.”

“You’re going off this based on your feelings? I don’t think that’s wise or safe.”

“Jess, it’s fine. There’s nothing to worry about,” you replied, having had enough of him for the day. After handing him the bag with the broken toaster, you shoved him towards the door and out from your apartment, wishing him a good night.

“That was quick,” you said as you headed out of the cafe and walked towards Jess’ apartment to retrieve your now functional toaster.

Jess shrugged, “it was no big deal, just had a few loose screws to reattach. Speaking of loose screws, how about that imaginary boyfriend of yours? Finally decide to reveal himself?”

You sighed, Jess had been on your case the whole week since you told him about your mysterious crush. Needless to say, you regretted telling him about it. “No, but he hasn’t written to me recently,” you pondered. “He must be busy writing his book.”

“Or planning your untimely demise,” he retorts.

“Jess, I swear,” you grit your teeth, “I’ll be planning your untimely demise if you don’t drop it. Why do you care so much? Are you jealous? Is that what this is about?”

“Well I’m trying to look out for a coworker, why does this have to be about me? But hey, I’ll drop it,” he relented. “Besides, I won today so you owe me a favor.”

You groaned, but don’t say anything further. He won fair and square, you were ready to accept your fate.

Jess continued, “My uncle sent some food last night and I have a lot more than I can finish myself. Help me with that before you leave with your toaster?”

“Jess Mariano,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “are you asking me out for dinner?”

“No,” he quickly said and then caught himself. “We’re not going out, we’re dining in. Besides if I were being romantic, I might bring you flowers, pick you up, take you somewhere nice. So this,” he said, pointing between him and you, “is not me being romantic.”

“And there goes Mr. Defensive,” you smirked. Of course he was not being romantic, not to you. He had a hundred and one ways to tease and annoy you but never to charm you. Still, you couldn’t help the way it killed you just a little inside.

“I swear if you tell me this is where the magic happens, I will smack your head,” you deadpan as Jess opened the door to his apartment.

“Why does that turn me on?” He teased. Your face twisted in confusion and disgust and Jess laughed triumphantly, having drawn out a reaction from you. You had no idea you were adorable, he thought.

“Just welcome to my home then,” he said.

You stepped in, admiring his cozy space. You imagined a messy home with leftover containers and soda cans strewn about reeking of old laundry and faded furniture. You had little to no expectations at all.

Instead what greeted you was a small space, similar to yours. The bed was made, blanket tucked in neat corners and the furniture, while undoubtedly secondhand, was well maintained. If anything, the mismatched pillows against the pale blue sofa and the sanded down wooden table gave it personality. It smelled like subtle household cleaners and carried the scent that is so distinctly Jess, a mixture of soap and sweat, plus a hint of cologne he would never admit to wearing.

“It’s very you,” you remarked, “and I don’t mean that as a bad thing.”

He shrugged, handing you your toaster, “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Thanks again for the toaster. Now there’s only one troublemaker here in this room,” you quipped as you move towards his kitchen to help him set the dinner table.

“That’s definitely you,” he replied, handing you the plates and utensils while he moved to heat up the food from the fridge. “Hand me the glasses over there?” He asked, pointing to the drawers on the opposite end.

You nodded, setting down the plates on the table and headed towards the drawer. “Well, I’ll let it slide just this time because you’re feeding me and I can’t say no to free food. Thank you Jess,” you said, a small hint of affection blooming in your chest.

You opened the first drawer and found only papers. You were about to close it to check the next drawer when the familiar edge of stationery caught your eye. It was exactly the type of paper you smiled at for hours on end, trying to memorize each word. Curiosity got the better of you and you lifted a half written letter to your eyes. A half written letter addressed to you.

A storm of emotions struck you then: confusion, hurt, and anger. All this time. The boy who weaseled his way into your heart, who called you cute in his first letter and wanted to get to know you. Who charmed you into the romantic idea of secret identities like spies undercover. Who shared your love for books and had the best recommendations that made you feel seen like no one ever has. Who spoke about his love for writing with a passion that inspired you.

All this time it was Jess Mariano.

All this time it was a lie.

Just another one of his games.

“What about those gla—” he stopped mid-sentence when he turned back and saw you reading his letter.

“Fuck,” he exhaled softly as heat crept into his cheeks.

You looked at him, fire burning in your eyes. “Is that all you have to say, Mr. Fantastic Writer?” You huffed, trying to quell the tears that threatened to choke you.

Jess opened his mouth and closed it, wanting to say a million words and failing. You watched the war raging in his head.

“Well then indeed, fuck!” You exclaimed in frustration. “And fuck you too. I know you love your games Jess, but you can’t just go around playing with other people’s feelings.”

You retreat and grabbed your things, shaking your head. “God, I feel like such a fool.”

You threw the door behind you and was a few steps away when you realized you left your toaster. Shame and betrayal marched with you as you opened his door again and found him still frozen where you left him.

“I’m just here for my toaster, which I actually need. Unlike you, I don’t need anything from you, Jess. I’ve read and heard enough,” you said, your voice wavered at the end and tears spilled down your cheeks.

You turned away from embarrassment, toaster in hand, and ran the rest of the way home. He didn’t deserve to hear your sobbing. He didn’t even deserve any of your tears. He was just a stupid boy that your stupid heart fell for. No big deal.

The next week passed in a blur. Unable to switch shifts with anyone else, you called in sick at the cafe and lived life between your university, the library, and your apartment. Never mind that you needed the pay, you could drown in instant noodles for all you cared. It didn’t matter anyway. A broken heart never cared for a full stomach.

That Friday, you were about to call it a night when the doorbell rang. The was odd, you thought, you weren’t expecting anyone.

“You’ve got the wrong—” you stopped mid-sentence when you saw the last person you ever wanted to see, Jess Mariano holding a bouquet of flowers and books. If it were any other day, it might have sent butterflies to your stomach. Now all it did was fan the flames of your anger because it was much easier to be angry than hurt.

You slammed the door close but Jess stopped it with his outstretched arm. “Are you trying to get yourself injured?” You accused and you hated it, how much you still cared.

“Please, I just need to talk,” he said, pain and sincerity etched in his handsome face.

You sighed and let him in, not wanting to cause a scene at the hallway. “You have five minutes,” you held up your hand for emphasis.

“Fine, five minutes,” he breathed, steeling himself. "Here’s a story for you: I met this girl working at a cafe. She’s smart and quick witted, she never runs out of comebacks. Her smile makes my day and I needed to see more of it so I came up with these games. And damn it, I looked forward to going to work every day because of her.

There was a nagging at the back of my mind to get to know her better. I wanted her to get to know me too, but I have a track record of screwing things up so I sent a letter. Just one couldn’t hurt, right?

Clearly, I underestimated her. One letter was never going to be enough. I loved hearing about her dreams, her stories, the inside jokes we created along the way. Without meaning to, I fell for her. I fell for you. It was never a game for me, all of it was real. Is still real.

When I heard you liked your secret pen pal too, I didn’t know if I should reveal myself or just disappear, let you forget me. Of course, I screwed things up again. I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you but clearly I have. Would you give me a second chance? I’m not good at this but I want to try."

He’s breathless by the time he ends his speech and you take a moment as the words settled in. No wonder he discouraged your interest in your secret pen pal, which also turned out to be him.

You sighed, “you really screwed it up.” Your heart broke all over again only to come back whole together because he did like you. All those silly gestures he brushed off really did mean something. And the boy you loved through letters and your cafe crush turned out to be the same person.

You pondered his question. The way he went about it was all wrong, but a second chance might be worth a shot. “Fine, we can start over, but you’ll have to make it up to me. You owe me unlimited favors.”

“I'll fix all the toasters you need,” he said, presenting you with the bouquet of flowers and books.

“Oh you’ll have to do more than that. I have a broken bulb on the ceiling, the heater needs fixing, and the microwave will definitely break tomorrow,” you taunted him, accepting his bouquet nevertheless.

He just smiled, “I have a lot to make up for, but I’ll do it for you.” He moved closer to you, bringing the bouquet to rest on the kitchen counter, so he can wrap his arms around you. “You’re worth it,” he whispered in your ear and you hugged him back, fighting off the delicious chill that ran through your back from his words. Being in his arms felt so right.

“You like me,” you sing, teasing him like a child and you enjoy the way his chest rumbles against you as he laughs.

“Don’t let it get to your head,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Besides, you like me back.”

You removed yourself from his hug, already missing his warm embrace. “I never said I liked you,” you teased.

Mock hurt danced across his features, “what’s not to like?”

You laughed at his arrogance, the need to touch him overwhelming everything else. “Fine,” you relented, “we can call it even.”

You closed the distance this time, “just to be clear, this is you being romantic?”

He smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist again. “Yes, this is me being romantic and I will show you so much more,” he said, bringing his lips to yours with a thousand unsaid promises you were about to discover.

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Author's note:

✿ When I came across a Jess Mariano fic, I just knew I had to write one too. Jess and his sarcastic ass in a (sort of) rivals to lovers trope, heck yes. ✿ Thanks to my lovely wife @pizzaapeteer for encouraging me to write this all those weeks ago ♡ ✿ Published this fic from a cafe, very on brand for the story.

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daisymbin · 8 months ago

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wake up call - kwon soonyoung

warnings: alcohol, let me know if I missed anything

pairings: soonyoung x reader

genre: slight angst, mostly fluff, drunken confessions

wc: 2k

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as the clock strikes 3am, the sound of laughter and music has finally faded from the living room. your small group of your friends have all passed out, some on the floor, others hanging off the couch, leaving just you and soonyoung sitting on the floor right beside the couch in the dim glow of the fairy lights strung around the room. the reminiscent scent of pizza lingers in the air, mixing with the coziness of the room, making everything feel warm and safe.

tonight had started like any other get-together: pizza, drinks, and endless jokes from the boys. soonyoung had been in a rather good mood, his laughter brightening the atmosphere as he cracked jokes and danced around but somewhere between the games, laughter and late-night snacks, soonyoung had hit the bottle harder than usual. now, he sits beside you, a little swaying, with a half-empty cup in his hand, his eyes glossy, a clear sign that this lightweight boy is now…drunk or at the very least, tipsy.

you glance over at him, the way his fingers absentmindedly trace the rim of his cup. you’ve known him long enough to sense when he’s holding something back, and tonight, he feels more vulnerable than usual.

“hey,” you say softly, nudging him gently. “you good, buddy?”

he looks up at you, his boyish smile spreading across his face. “y-yeah! just… enjoying the moment, you know?” he slurs, his words slightly jumbled but filled with an undeniable cheerfulness.

“enjoying the moment? or enjoying the drinks?” you tease lightly, trying to bring back his usual playful spirit that had died down earlier.

“both!” he exclaims, raising his cup like it’s a trophy.

you laugh, feeling warmth flood your chest. it’s nice to see him like this, carefree and happy, but there’s still a part of you that worries. “maybe you should slow down a bit. I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow when you wake up with a pounding headache.” you say gently.

he shakes his head dismissively. “regret? pshhh, no way! tonight is all about having fun and… and feeling our feelings!” he exclaims, his voice rising slightly as he gestures dramatically.

“feelings?” you echo, raising an eyebrow. “what kind of feelings are we talking about here?”

he leans in closer, his breath smelling faintly of soju, and whispers conspiratorially, “i’ve got some deep feelings.” he admits jokingly as he wiggles his eyebrows, though you could sense the truth in his joke.

you chuckle, feeling the energy shift slightly. “oh really? what kind of deep feelings?”

he pauses for a moment; not expecting you to question him further, his eyes searching yours. “you know… feelings…. like how amazing you are. how funny and beautiful and smart and pretty you are!” his words tumble out, slightly slurred but sincere. “you make me so happy.”

your heart races at his unexpected compliments, but you can’t help but tease him a bit. “is that the soju talking? or do you really mean that?”

he leans back dramatically, clutching his chest as if wounded. “how dare you question my feelings! they’re real! they’re deep!” he shouts, laughter bubbling in your chest.

“okay, okay, I believe you!” you say, giggling. “but really, soonyoung, you should tone it down a notch.”

“no!” he insists, his eyes brightening with mischief. “i want to say more! like… like how i’ve been in love with you for so long!”

the laughter that once bubbled its way up from your chest, now dies in your throat, replaced by a heavy silence as his words sink in. you blink at him, trying to process what he just said. “what?”

“yeah! you heard me!” he says, his voice louder now, filled with both excitement and a hint of panic. “i’ve loved you, y/n! like, since forever! but i was too scared to say it!”

your heart pounds in your chest, the atmosphere thick with the weight of his confession. “soonyoung, are you drunk right now?” you already knew he was, but you asked anyway.

“maybe a little,” he admits with a sheepish grin. “but that doesn’t change anything! i’m tired of hiding it! you’re my best friend, and it’s killing me!”

you swallow hard, your mind racing. you’ve always had feelings for him, too, but hearing him say it out loud especially in this reckless, drunken state leaves you momentarily speechless. “i… i didn’t know you felt that way. why didn’t you tell me?”

“because it’s complicated!” he snaps suddenly, frustration bubbling over. “you have no idea how hard it is to watch you date other people and act like you're fine when you’re not! it’s exhausting!”

“what do you mean, ‘act like im fine’?” you retort, hurt flashing through you. “i’ve been waiting for you to say something! it’s not like i wanted to go out with anyone else! i thought you didn’t care!”

“of course i care!” he shouts, the tension in the room escalating as he stands up, swaying slightly. “but you make it impossible! you’re always so caught up in your own world that you don’t even see how much i’ve been hurting!”

“you think this is easy for me?” you fire back, your heart racing. “i’ve been scared to say anything because i thought you’d never feel the same! i didn’t want to ruin what we had!”

“well, maybe you should have just taken a chance!” he yells, frustration etched on his face. “because now it feels like everything is falling apart, and i can’t keep pretending anymore!”

his words hit hard, and you feel tears prick your eyes. “you’re right! it is falling apart because we never talked about it! we’ve been dancing around each other for too long!”

he looks at you, the fire in his eyes wavering for a moment, replaced by something softer. “i don’t want to lose you, y/n. that’s the truth. i just- i don’t know how to make this work.”

“then let’s figure it out,” you plead, desperate for him to understand. “we can do that, right?”

“and what if we try and it doesn’t work? what if it ruins everything?” he asks, his voice wavering as he runs a hand through his hair.

“i’d rather risk that than keep feeling like this.” you say, your heart aching as you watch him.

he falls silent, his expression a mix of anger and anguish. you can see the conflict raging within him, but he shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. “i can’t believe this is happening right now,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

the silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. finally, after what feels like an eternity, he takes a deep breath and leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “i don’t know how to do this,” he admits, his voice trembling.

“we’ll figure it out together,” you whisper, your heart aching with the weight of the moment. “we’ve always been a team, right?”

“right,” he replies, but there’s a sadness in his voice that lingers.

then, in a moment of reckless abandon fueled by the alcohol coursing through him, he suddenly pulls back and looks deep into your eyes. “i can’t hold back anymore. i’m in love with you, y/n. drunk or sober, that’s the truth.”

your breath catches in your throat, “you… you-?”

“yeah,” he says, answering your unspoken question. his gaze steady despite the tears in his eyes. “i’ve loved you for so long, but i was scared of ruining our friendship. i thought if i said something, it would push you away.”

you swallow hard, the rush of emotion overwhelming you. “i’ve felt the same way, soonyoung. i just didn’t know how to tell you. i was afraid it would change everything.”

he closes his eyes, as if trying to block out the truth of your words. “i don’t want to lose you,” he whispers again, his voice breaking.

“you won’t lose me,” you promise, tears slipping down your cheeks as you reach out to touch his arm. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he looks torn, his expression a mixture of longing and fear. “i just wish we didn’t have to have this stupid argument.”

“neither do i,” you say, your voice softening. “but maybe this is what we needed. a wake-up call.”

“a wake-up call,” he echoes, his voice shaky. “i just don’t want to ruin everything we’ve built together.”

“you won’t ruin it,” you insist, your heart racing as you draw closer. “we can make it stronger if we both want it.”

“i want it,” he admits, his eyes shining with vulnerability. “i’ve always wanted it.”

“then let’s just…try,” you urge, your heart pounding as you lean in closer. “let’s be brave for once.”

he nods slowly, his breath hitching as he searches your eyes. “can i- can i kiss you?”

you nod, your heart pounding in your chest as he leans in closer. the world outside fades away as he brushes his lips against yours, tentative at first, then deepening as you both lose yourselves in the moment. it feels electric, a rush of warmth flooding through you as you kiss him back, your feelings pouring out into that single moment.

when you finally pull apart, both of you breathless, he searches your eyes as if trying to gauge your reaction. “are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaky.

“yeah, as long as you are.” you say with a small smile.

his face softens as he takes your hand in his. the warmth of his touch sends a thrill through you. “i was so afraid of losing you that I didn’t know how to tell you. but now… i just want to hold on.”

“then let’s promise each other that we’ll be honest, no matter what.”

he nods, determination etched on his face. “i promise.”

just as the tension starts to ease, you hear the door creak open, and jihoon stumbles in. “hey, i thought everyone passed out…. but i heard voices. is everything okay? what’s going on in here?” he asks, his brow furrowing in confusion as he takes in the scene of 2 longing (ex) best friends.

you and soonyoung exchange a quick glance, both of you aware of the moment you’re sharing. “uh, just talking,” you say, your heart racing as you realize how exposed you feel now.

jihoon raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “talking? or finally talking talking?”

you feel soonyoung squeeze your hand reassuringly. “finally talking talking,” he admits, his voice steady despite the embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

jihoon’s eyes widen in surprise. “oh. finally. well in that case…. he grins, clearly pleased but also awkward. “i didn’t mean to interrupt. i’ll just... uh, let you two have your moment.”

“wait, jihoon,” you call, stopping him before he leaves. “you can stay. we’re just…figuring things out.”

soonyoung nods, his face flushed but determined. “yeah, we’re still best friends. just… with more feelings now.”

jihoon chuckles, clearly amused. “this is going to be a lot to unpack. just so you know, I’ve always thought you two were meant to be.”

“really?” you ask, surprised.

“yeah! everyone could see it but you two blind fools,” he says, shaking his head. “but it’s good you finally talked it out.”

you share a look with soonyoung, feeling the weight of your earlier argument dissipate as you laugh together. It’s comforting to know your friends support you both.

“just keep me updated. I want all the juicy details. also, I hope you know, you’re both going to be the main subject of conversation for a while.” jihoon informs with a smirk before he heads back into the kitchen.

once he’s gone, soonyoung speaks up again, “I can’t believe we waited so long, but better late than never,” he shrugs, pulling you in for a hug. “let’s make sure we don’t take too long next time.” you joked back.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #svt fluff #svt #svt x reader #svt angst #seventeen x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #hoshi fluff #hoshi angst #soonyoung fluff #soonyoung angst

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supernovanetwork · 1 month ago

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10 Tips for New Stray Kids Fanfic Writers

Do you ever sit there staring at your Stray Kids draft and think:

“Is this even good?” “What if no one reads it?” “How the heck do I post fics on Tumblr anyway??”

But the truth is—everyone starts somewhere, and Tumblr’s full of people who do want to read what you’re writing (yes, even that fluff fic where Chan is your barista).

This guide is for you—the new fic writer, the quiet reader finally ready to post, the person overthinking everything.

Tip 1: Set up your space

You don’t need a fancy theme or 10k followers. But having a cozy blog setup helps people find and follow your work.

Pick a username you like (bonus if it hints at SKZ or writing).

In your bio, mention your fics, SKZ biases, and any ships or genres you focus on.

Pin a post!!! Link your intro, a masterlist, or a WIP schedule—your call. The most important thing is that this stays ORGANIZED. If people cannot find your fics , they wont be able to read them.

Tip 2: Use tags like your fic depends on it (because it does)

Tags = Tumblr SEO. The first 20 matter most.

Here’s how to tag smart:

Fandom: #stray kids, #skz, #stray kids fanfic

Member: #han jisung, #bang chan, etc.

Ship (if any): #hyunlix, #minchan, etc.

Genre/tropes: #fluff, #angst, #hurt comfort, #roommates au

Format: #oneshot, #smau, #drabble, #fic series

This helps the right readers find your stuff!

🛑 Important: Don’t tag members, ships, or tropes that aren’t in your fic just for reach. That’s called false tagging, and it breaks trust with readers. Someone clicking #seungmin isn’t expecting a Jeongin x reader fic with zero Seungmin content 😅

Keep your tags accurate and relevant—it builds a loyal reader base way faster than overtagging ever will.

Tip 3: Use the “Read More” feature

If your fic is more than a few paragraphs, add a Read More break (the little scissors ✂️ in the editor). It keeps dashboards clean and your post looking tidy.

Bonus: You can add a fun header, a quote, or tags before the cut to hook readers in!

Tip 4: Make a Masterlist (even if you only have 1 fic)

It’s your fic menu! This is where people will go to read your work. Be proud of it!! List your stories by member, ship, or type. Add emojis for ✨aesthetic✨. Update it as you go.

Even if you’ve only posted once—put it on there. You’re a writer now. 🫶

Tip 5: Engage with other SKZ fic writers

Tumblr isn’t a one-way street. You’ll build a reader base faster (and have more fun!) if you:

Reblog others’ fics and leave comments on their work.

Answer asks. Send asks.

Join writing events or tag games.

Hype up your mutuals!!

The stray kids community is super supportive—don’t be shy.

Tip 6: Use content warnings + proper tags

Keep your readers safe and informed by tagging:

Sensitive themes: #tw abuse, #death, #mental health

NSFW: Always tag it clearly, and don’t forget the 18+ warning

Major spoilers: if it’s plot heavy, give a heads up

It’s respectful and helps build trust.

Tip 7 : Reminder: Notes ≠ Worth

Got 7 notes on your fic? That’s seven whole people who took the time to read your words. That’s a small group reading circle. Intimate. Intentional. Beautiful.

20 notes? That’s a classroom full of people listening to the story you created.

100 notes? You just filled a conference room. Imagine standing at the front, reading your fic out loud to everyone in that space.

500+ notes? That’s a theater audience. All eyes on you. Applauding your imagination.

No matter the number, your story reached someone. That matters.

✨ Some fics blow up overnight. Some quietly change someone’s whole day. Both are real impact.

Write because you love it. Write because it’s in you. Write for the one person who needed that exact scene, line, or character—and found it in your words.

Tip 8 : Make your blog feel you

Tumblr loves writers who:

Share WIP snippets or headcanons

Post silly tag games

Talk about writing struggles (we all relate)

Make moodboards or fic memes

People connect with your words and your personality. Let that shine.

Tip 9: Start small—and keep it fun

You don’t need to drop a 10k word masterpiece your first time out. Write a drabble. A blurb. A tiny scene that makes you smile.

Low-pressure writing builds consistency and helps you find your voice. The best part? Those small fics often get the most love because they’re easy to read and reblog.

Tip 10: Reblog. Your. Own. Fic.

Tumblr moves fast. Your post can get buried in hours. So reblog it! More than once. With:

A different teaser line

A fun tag (like #if you like pain, read this)

A “thank you” or “I can’t believe I wrote this” moment

It’s not annoying. It’s smart. People are in different time zones and scroll at different hours. Let your fic breathe.

If you don’t hype yourself up, who will?

Did this help you?

Or maybe you have some tips that helped you as a new writer?

Feel free to leave them in the comments — we’d love to hear from you!

#supernovanetwork #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #straykids #skz ff #skz writing

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nameless-ken · 8 months ago

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Bucky Barnes x Reader - Part Three

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: none, fluff as always and some angst

Part One | Part Two

Masterlist

As you step through the door, balancing the warm pie in your hands, a flurry of laughter and chatter greets you.

“Miss Y/L/N is here!” Elizabeth shouts excitedly and grabs your free hand, practically dancing you inside.

“Hey!” Steve appears from the kitchen, giving you a welcoming smile and takes the pie from your hands. “Glad you could make it.”

Before you have a chance to reply, Elizabeth pulls you further into the gathering, introducing you Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce, all gathered around with warm smiles and friendly greetings. Bucky hovers a little ways back, hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders a touch tense. His eyes meet yours, just for a moment, and he gives you a small, slightly shy smile before looking away.

As you all move into the living room, the group’s easy chatter and laughter fill the air. You find yourself among a mix of friendly faces, each one seeming to bring something special to the room. Sam, ever the conversationalist, quickly pulls you into a story about an “epic” camping trip that had apparently ended with him rescuing Bucky from a raccoon, much to everyone’s amusement.

“Trust me,” Sam says with a grin, “Bucky here might look tough, but get him in the woods, and he’s toast. Isn’t that right, Buck?”

Bucky, leaning back with his arms crossed, rolls his eyes, clearly amused but trying to hide a smile. “I’d like to see you handle it any better, Wilson,” he mutters, shaking his head.

“Oh, come on,” Sam says, his gaze sliding toward you with a gleam of mischief. “He talks a big game, but you wouldn’t believe how much he’s told us about you.”

You feel a surprised blush creeping up, and Bucky’s expression goes from mildly amused to visibly embarrassed in seconds. “Sam,” he warns, his voice low but lacking any real bite.

Sam just smirks, clearly having too much fun. “What? You can’t spend weeks talking about someone and then get shy now that she’s actually here.” He turns back to you with a wink. “Honestly, we were starting to wonder if you were even real.”

Everyone laughs, and you can’t help but join in, glancing over at Bucky, who’s now rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze but clearly fighting a smile. “Don’t let him get to you,” he says, half under his breath, still looking anywhere but at you.

“It’s nice to know I made such an impression,” you say lightly, hoping to ease his nerves.

Natasha chimes in, leaning forward with a teasing smile. “Oh, he’s told us plenty. All good things, I assure you.”

Bucky’s face reddens slightly, and he shakes his head, mumbling something you can’t quite catch. You smile, touched by how endearing his shyness is. There’s something reassuring in knowing he might have felt the same quiet, lingering thoughts about you as you have about him.

You excuse yourself, wanting to say hi to Peggy, who you haven’t seen for a while for school pickup.

In the cozy warmth of the kitchen, there is Elizabeth and Peggy, who is finishing up the last touches on dinner. The scent of roasted vegetables and warm spices fills the air as Elizabeth stands on her tiptoes, carefully sprinkling fresh herbs over a dish. She’s focused, her little hands steady, but when she sees you step into the kitchen, her face lights up.

“Come help!” she whispers, gesturing you over with a small wave.

“Oh hi Y/N. It’s so good to see you again! Elizabeth is so excited to have you over.” Peggy smiles brightly as she pulls you into a hug quickly.

“I really appreciate the invite. Can I help with anything?” You offer your service up. You always hate showing up empty handed or standing around while the hosts do everything.

“Elizabeth, why don’t you help Miss Y/L/N set the table?” Peggy hands her napkins while gesturing to the remaining dishes on the counter.

You follow Elizabeth’s lead, handing her each item as you arrange the table. Elizabeth glances around to make sure no one is paying attention, then leans close, her voice low.

“Guess what?” she whispers conspiratorially, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Uncle Bucky likes you. He told me you’re his favorite friend.”

The comment catches you off guard, and you feel a blush creeping up your cheeks. You look down to hide it, but as you lift your gaze again, your eyes meet Bucky’s across the room. He’s leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching the two of you with a gentle expression. The second he realizes you’re looking back, his eyes widen slightly, and he quickly shifts his gaze to the floor, looking like he’s been caught.

You try to laugh it off, but you can’t help glancing back at Bucky. This time, he’s watching you more openly, his gaze soft and unguarded, as if he’s allowing himself to hope. The rest of the room fades for a moment, and in that shared look, a quiet understanding passes between you—a feeling unspoken but undeniable, settling in the spaces between words.

Elizabeth tugs your sleeve gently, breaking the spell. “See?” she whispers with a grin. “I knew he liked you.”

The table is soon filled with food, and everyone finds their seat. You end up across from Bucky, who seems even quieter than usual, his gaze flicking between his plate and the people around him. When your eyes meet across the table, he gives you another brief, tentative smile before focusing back on his mashed potatoes.

As everyone digs into their food, Natasha catches you up on a few funny stories about Steve, who rolls his eyes but laughs along. Clint chimes in with his own antics, earning a lighthearted smack from Natasha, and the easy laughter fills the room, warming the space around you. Bucky seems to relax as he listens to them, glancing your way every so often but always looking away just as quickly.

As dinner progresses, you’re drawn into lively conversations with the others around the table. Bruce, sitting to your left, asks about your work, genuinely interested, his warm smile making you feel right at home.

“So, how long have you been teaching?” Bruce asks, leaning in as the others pass around dessert plates.

“Quite awhile now, almost eight years,” you reply, glancing over at Elizabeth, who’s absorbed in a chat with Peggy about the cookies they baked together earlier. “It’s challenging, but it’s worth every bit of effort. Kids like Elizabeth make it all so rewarding.”

Across the table, Bucky catches your eye. He’s been quiet throughout the meal, but there’s a look in his eyes—a mixture of admiration and something deeper—that makes your heart skip a beat. He gives you a small, almost shy smile, as if he’s only just realizing how much he appreciates having you here. You feel a warmth settle over you, a silent exchange that says more than words could.

“So, Y/N,” Natasha says from down the table, her voice pulling you back into the moment, “you seem to be handling our chaos well.”

“Oh, it’s definitely been entertaining,” you laugh, glancing around. “But in a good way. I think I could get used to this.”

Natasha grins, raising an eyebrow. “Well, if you’re sticking around, maybe you’ll be here long enough to see us all argue over board games next,” she says, her tone mischievous.

Steve chuckles, setting his fork down. “Careful—Nat’s competitive streak knows no bounds. She once beat Clint’s winning streak at Uno, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t forgiven her yet.”

“Rematch is on the agenda,” Clint interjects with a dramatic sigh, giving Natasha a pointed look. “Just wait until tonight.”

“See?” Sam says, throwing you a wink. “If you’re up for some cutthroat board gaming, you’re in for a real treat.”

You smile, settling back into your chair, and your gaze drifts back to Bucky. Across the table, his expression softens as he watches you, his thumb absently rubbing along the rim of his glass. There’s an unspoken connection building between you, and you can feel it more clearly with each shared glance, every gentle smile that passes between you two.

As the evening begins to wind down, you find yourself surrounding the coffee table with the others as an intense game of Uno is being played. You’ve practically given up at this point as Sam has conveniently played all his pick twos and fours on you.

“UNO!” Clint yells as he holds one card in his hands, staring Natasha down. Natasha actually looks nervous and annoyed by the five cards in her hands.

“Okay you suck Barton. You got lucky.” Natasha tosses a card down, then Bruce, Peggy, Steve, Sam and finally you, until it gets to Clint again, who plays his remaining card, winning the game.

Clint grins triumphantly, leaning back with his arms crossed, basking in the group’s groans of defeat. “What can I say? Skill like this can’t be taught,” he teases, earning a playful nudge from Natasha.

“Oh, enjoy it while it lasts,” she retorts, narrowing her eyes at him with a smirk. “I’m coming for you next round.”

As the group resets the cards for another round, you glance around the room, only to realize that Bucky and Elizabeth are no longer there. You hadn’t noticed them slip away, but the absence of their presence makes you suddenly curious.

Excusing yourself, you rise from the couch and quietly make your way down the hallway, glancing into a few rooms before pausing at Elizabeth’s bedroom door. Inside, you spot them: Bucky, seated cross-legged on the floor, and Elizabeth, eagerly arranging a circle of dolls in front of him.

Elizabeth is chattering away, explaining the intricate backstory of each doll, while Bucky listens intently, nodding with the utmost seriousness. The sight is both heartwarming and a little amusing—Bucky, who so often keeps to himself, fully engrossed in this imaginary world with her.

“...and she’s the queen, so she makes all the rules,” Elizabeth says firmly, placing a doll in a paper crown in front of Bucky. “And you have to be the king. That’s the rule.”

Bucky lifts the doll she hands him with gentle fingers, studying it with a small, genuine smile. “The king, huh? What’s he supposed to do?”

“He has to make sure everyone is safe,” Elizabeth replies, glancing up at him with an adoring look. “And be brave.”

You feel yourself smiling, charmed by the way he goes along with her game without a trace of reluctance. Leaning against the doorframe, you clear your throat softly, and Bucky’s head snaps up, surprised. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, there’s something unspoken there—an almost shy warmth that makes your heart race.

“Oh, hi!” Elizabeth says, beaming when she sees you. “Do you want to play, too?”

You step inside, kneeling down beside them. “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your royal council,” you say with a grin, looking between them.

“Nonsense,” Bucky says, giving you a playful look as he scoots over to make room for you. “Every kingdom needs a trusted advisor.”

Settling in beside them, you pick up a doll, and the three of you quickly fall into an easy rhythm, building an imaginary world that feels as warm as the room around you. At one point, your hand brushes against Bucky’s, lingering there for a moment, and he glances at you with that same gentle, quiet smile. There’s something comforting—and thrilling—about being here like this with him.

When Elizabeth leans forward to adjust the queen’s crown, Bucky catches your eye again, his gaze lingering, filled with a depth you hadn’t quite noticed before tonight. There’s a silent understanding between you, one that promises more than either of you have said aloud yet.

And for now, that’s enough.

As the evening winds down, the group gradually disperses, the air filled with laughter and a lingering warmth that only a night with friends can bring. One by one, the others begin saying their goodbyes, each of them giving you a warm smile or a quick hug, leaving you feeling more at home than you’ve felt in a long time.

Elizabeth, exhausted from the excitement, gives you a sleepy smile as Peggy ushers her toward her room. “Thanks for playing with us,” she murmurs, her eyes heavy-lidded. You smile and squeeze her hand gently.

“Anytime,” you reply softly. “You were the best queen tonight.”

Elizabeth beams at you, her face lighting up for just a moment before she stifles a yawn and allows Peggy to lead her away. You watch her disappear down the hall, feeling an unexpected warmth in your chest.

When you turn back to the living room, Bucky is there, his hands tucked into his pockets, a soft smile on his face. The others have mostly gone, leaving just the two of you in the quiet, cozy glow of the dimmed lights.

“Looks like you’re about to head out too,” he says quietly, his voice low and slightly raspy from the night of talking.

You nod, glancing down for a moment before meeting his gaze. “Yeah, it’s getting late,” you say, trying to keep your tone light, though your heart is racing a bit.

He steps forward, hesitating for just a moment, his gaze lingering on yours with that same softness that’s been there all night. “Thanks for coming. Elizabeth had a great time tonight,” he says, his voice warm. “And… so did I.”

The two of you stand in silence for a beat, neither one of you quite ready to break whatever has been building between you since dinner. He opens his mouth, as if to say something else, but stops, looking at you with a quiet intensity that makes you wonder if he feels it too.

You reach out and gently touch his arm, giving him a small smile. “Thanks for having me over. I really enjoyed tonight… and seeing this side of you,” you add, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

He lets out a soft chuckle, his cheeks flushing slightly as his gaze drifts to the floor, a faint smile on his lips. “Maybe, um… we could do this again sometime. Just, you know, without the whole crew.”

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestion, warmth spreading through you. “I’d like that,” you say, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze for a moment longer. “Here, put your number in and we can talk more about it later.” You grab your phone with shaking hands, flustered from Bucky’s presence.

Bucky types his name and number, saving it. As you tuck your phone back into your pocket, Bucky glances at you, his blue eyes holding that same softness from earlier, now laced with a spark of anticipation.

“Guess I’ll, uh, see you soon then,” he says, his voice barely above a murmur, as if not wanting to break the fragile quiet around you both.

“Yeah, soon,” you reply, your voice coming out softer than intended, carrying all the unspoken things you want to say but aren’t quite ready to.

Your smile grows as he helps you pull your coat on, and just before you turn to leave, he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze—a touch so brief that if you hadn’t been paying attention, you might have missed it.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he says softly, his voice wrapped in that low, comforting tone that you’re starting to find so familiar.

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you reply, your voice lingering a little longer than it should, letting the silence stretch between you both for just a breath more.

You step out into the cool night, the air feeling sharper after the warmth of the evening, but your mind is buzzing too much to notice. As you walk down the quiet street, you can still feel the gentle brush of his fingers, the look in his eyes, and the quiet promise hanging in the air between you.

The next day, you find yourself reaching for your phone, unable to resist the urge to text Bucky. After a little mental back and forth, you type out a message and hit send:

You: Morning, Bucky 😊 Hope you and Elizabeth got some rest after last night’s big feast!

It doesn’t take long before he replies:

Bucky: Morning. We definitely did—she practically passed out the second she hit her pillow.

You smile, picturing Elizabeth’s sleepy face and tousled hair, and quickly type a reply.

You: Well, she was a very busy queen last night! Hope you got some rest, too.

Bucky: I did. Kept thinking about how much fun she had with you, though. I think she’d keep you around full-time if she could.

You: It was a perfect end to Friendsgiving! Are you sure you’re up for a repeat next year?

Bucky: Only if you promise to sit across from me again. I’m not sure I could handle it otherwise. 😉

You feel your cheeks warm at the subtle flirtation, and you can’t help but lean into it a little.

You: Oh, so it was my company that kept you going? I’m flattered, Barnes.

There’s a pause, and then a new message pops up:

Bucky: Speaking of… I was thinking about next weekend. I’d like to take you somewhere, if you’re free on Saturday?

Your heart does a little flip. You can almost hear his voice through the words, steady but with a hint of anticipation.

You: Definitely. I’d say I could survive another night of your charm.

Bucky: Oh, you’re in trouble now. I’ve been told I’m even more charming one-on-one.

You: Is that so? Guess I’ll have to brace myself.

He calls suddenly, interrupting your next message, and you pick up, a little caught off guard but excited.

“Hey,” you say, trying to sound casual, but there’s a definite smile in your voice.

“Hey,” he replies, his tone warm and familiar. “Thought I’d call before I accidentally type a novel. Or break my phone trying.”

You laugh. “Honestly, I was ready to read the whole thing.”

“Noted,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Guess I’ll have to brush up on my typing skills.”

“I don’t mind this though,” you reply softly. “Hearing your voice instead of reading texts.”

There’s a comfortable pause before he speaks again, sounding a bit more relaxed. “I’m looking forward to Saturday… any food preferences, by the way?”

“Nothing fancy,” you say. “Just good company—and maybe a view?”

“Company I’ve got covered. And I know just the place with a great view,” he promises, his voice softening. “I’ll make sure it’s perfect.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but smile. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Good,” he replies, his tone warm. After a beat, he adds, “Thanks for giving this a chance.”

“Thanks for asking,” you reply, the warmth in his voice settling around you like a blanket.

There’s a comfortable silence, neither of you quite ready to say goodbye, as if each shared word and laugh has deepened the connection even further.

“Well,” he finally says, his voice quieter, almost reluctant. “I’ll see you Saturday, then.”

“Looking forward to it,” you reply, a smile on your face.

It’s been a busy week, and the anticipation of your date with Bucky tomorrow has kept a quiet excitement buzzing through you since this morning.

You say goodbye to the students as their parents pick them up. Elizabeth is the last one out running down the hall with a shout of a goodbye to you. You laugh at her eagerness to get to Bucky and you can’t blame her. You’d do the same.

As you lock up your classroom and exit the school doors, you immediately spot Bucky, leaning against his car parked by the curb, Elizabeth sitting in her carseat with her tablet, watching her favorite Barbie movie.

Bucky is leaning against his car, looking as relaxed and calm as you’ve ever seen him outside the school. He’s dressed in a deep red henley and dark jeans. It's the small bouquet of flowers in his hands that catches your eye—a simple, elegant arrangement of red roses.

You stop in your tracks for a moment, heart skipping a beat. As if he senses you, he looks up, his face breaking into a grin when he sees you.

"Hey," he says, pushing off the truck slightly and onto the sidewalk with one glance toward Elizabeth to make sure she’s still okay. "I hope you don’t mind. I figured I’d bring you these... thought it might be a nice way to kick off the weekend."

You feel warmth spread through you as he offers you the flowers, and you can’t help but smile. "Bucky... these are beautiful. You really didn’t have to."

He shrugs, a soft laugh escaping him. "I wanted to. Plus, I figured I’d start things off right before our date tomorrow."

You raise an eyebrow, the teasing smile playing on your lips. "Are you trying to set the bar high already, Barnes?"

Bucky looks a little flustered, his cheeks flushing slightly, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes. "Well, you know, I’ve gotta keep up with any other contenders to make sure I stay on top." His voice drops a little as he adds, "And I just wanted to make sure you knew I’m really looking forward to tomorrow."

“I can assure you, there is no other competition.” Your heart melts just a little at the sincerity in his voice. "I’m looking forward to it too," you reply softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Bucky's gaze softens as he watches you, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good. Because I think tomorrow's gonna be a lot of fun."

Before the moment can stretch into something heavier, Elizabeth's voice cuts through the air from the car, her high-pitched excitement unmistakable. "Uncle Bucky! Look! Barbie's going to the beach!" she announces proudly, waving her tablet in the air as if it’s a trophy.

You both glance over at her, and Bucky chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. "She's really into that movie lately," he says, a touch of amusement in his voice.

You laugh, watching the little girl practically bouncing in her seat. "Well, Barbie certainly knows how to make an impression."

Bucky smiles at the comment, but there's a soft, almost nostalgic look in his eyes as he watches her. He leans in toward you, his voice quieter this time. "She’s been asking about you, you know. Keeps asking when you’re going to go back over to her house again."

Your heart flutters at the thought. "She’s such a sweetheart," you reply, the warmth in your chest spreading. "I’m glad she likes me."

Bucky’s smile widens, but there's a subtle vulnerability in his expression that makes you pause. "I think she’s kind of hoping you’ll come hang out with us more. I can’t say I blame her."

"Well," you begin, trying to keep the mood light, "it’s hard to say no to such a persuasive little one."

His gaze softens and for a brief second, there’s a quiet intensity between you, the world around you seeming to fade for just a heartbeat. "Alright then. Tomorrow it is," he says with a small nod, his smile growing.

"Definitely," you reply, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch him climb into the driver’s seat of the truck, Elizabeth already turning the volume up on her tablet.

He waves at you through the window before pulling away, and you watch them drive off, feeling that same buzz of excitement filling you up for what tomorrow might bring.

As you make your way to your car, you can’t help but replay the quiet exchange in your mind—the warmth in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. Tomorrow might be the start of something even better than you’d imagined.

The sun is beginning to dip lower in the sky as you finish up your preparations for the evening. It’s Saturday—your first real date with Bucky, and the nerves you’ve been feeling all day are only now settling in. You’re nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous. It’s the kind of nervous that comes with looking forward to something new, something exciting.

You’re just finishing up a last-minute check in the mirror when you hear a knock on the door. Your heart skips a beat.

You open it to find Bucky standing there, his familiar grin lighting up his face. He’s dressed casually, in a deep green button-up shirt, sleek dress pants, and a leather jacket, his usual relaxed style elevated with a subtle touch of sophistication. Somehow, tonight, it all seems to make your pulse quicken in a way you didn’t expect.

“Hey,” he says, his voice warm and easy, though there’s a slight hint of nervousness in his eyes as he holds out his hand. In it, he’s holding a small bouquet of white daisies. The simplicity of the gesture has your heart swelling.

“Hi,” you reply, your smile spreading across your face as you take the flowers from him. “They’re lovely, Bucky. Thank you.”

His expression softens as he watches you, and a small blush tints his cheeks. He steps back slightly, glancing toward his car parked on the curb. “Ready to go?”

You nod, feeling your heart flutter a little as you step outside, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. The night feels alive with possibility, and as Bucky opens the passenger door for you, you slide into the seat with anticipation, your nerves buzzing. The butterflies in your stomach don’t seem to quiet down as you settle into the car.

Bucky slides into the driver’s seat beside you, his hands gripping the wheel for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. You both fall into a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the road and the low music from the radio filling the space between you. The air feels easy, though you can sense a shared nervousness underneath it all. Neither of you speaks for a few moments, but the silence is pleasant.

After a beat, Bucky clears his throat, his voice a little rough as he glances over at you, his hand adjusting the steering wheel slightly. “You look, uh—really beautiful.”

The compliment catches you off guard, but in the best way. Your heart skips a beat, and you feel a slight flush spread across your cheeks. You meet his eyes for a brief moment, your smile soft and sincere. “Thank you. You look very handsome tonight too.”

At your words, Bucky visibly relaxes, his shoulders dropping a little as if he’s relieved. His lips twitch upward in a shy smile, but there's a quiet warmth in his eyes that makes your chest tighten in the best way. The drive continues, but now there’s an added sense of comfort, like the space between you both is slowly closing, becoming more intimate with each passing second.

“You know,” Bucky says after a while, keeping his eyes on the road, “I’m really glad we’re doing this. I’ve been... kind of nervous, actually. But in a good way, you know?”

You smile, your eyes drifting back to the road as you consider his words. “I get it,” you say softly. “I’ve been nervous too. But I’m glad we’re finally here.”

The tension that lingers between you both starts to fade with each passing mile, and the drive feels easier, more natural. Bucky doesn’t seem quite as tense now, and the silence between you becomes less heavy, replaced with small talk and laughter.

When you finally reach your destination, Bucky parks the car near a secluded spot. It’s a quiet overlook on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by tall trees and the soft sound of wind through the leaves. The view is stunning—the sprawling city lights twinkling in the distance, the stars just beginning to pierce the night sky. It’s peaceful, private, and you immediately feel a sense of calm wash over you.

“You wanna head up?” Bucky asks, motioning to the small path that leads up to the overlook. “I, uh, packed a little something. Thought we could hang out up there.”

“Yeah, sure,” you reply, trying to act casual, but your heart’s racing as you follow him up the path. You try to ignore how nervous you feel, focusing on the quiet hum of the world around you, the rustling of leaves in the wind, and Bucky’s presence next to you.

When you reach the top, you see that Bucky has set up a small blanket on the ground, with a basket beside it. There are candles in mason jars lining the edges, casting a warm glow on the area around you. It feels cozy, intimate, and it’s clear that Bucky’s put a lot of thought into this.

“I wanted to make it special,” he says, looking a little shy as he sits down on the blanket. “I don’t really know how to do dates like this, but I thought maybe a quiet place would be... nice.”

You sit down beside him, your fingers brushing against his briefly, and you can’t help but smile at how sweet this all is. "I love it, Bucky. It’s perfect."

The two of you fall into a natural silence for a moment, both of you unsure what to say next, but the quiet is comfortable. The only sounds are the occasional rustle of the trees and the soft hum of the city below.

“So...” you start, glancing over at him. “How’s, uh... how’s everything been for you lately?”

Bucky takes a deep breath, looking out over the city, his voice thoughtful. “It’s been... different. In a good way, I think. I’ve gotten used to the quiet in my life, but sometimes it feels like I’m missing something. Like I’m waiting for something, you know?”

You nod, understanding more than you expected. “I get that. I think sometimes, when life gets a little too quiet, you start wondering if something’s missing. Like... maybe you need to take a chance on something, even if it feels a little scary.”

Bucky’s gaze shifts toward you, his expression softening. “Yeah,” he agrees quietly. “That’s kind of how I feel right now. Taking chances. But with you... with Elizabeth, it feels different. It feels right.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten. You feel the connection between the two of you deepening, a quiet understanding that neither of you has quite been able to put into words.

For the next hour or so, you talk about everything and nothing—your pasts, your dreams, the things that scare you, and the things that make you feel alive. There’s an ease between you now, a comfort that grows with each passing minute. You talk about your favorite books, childhood memories, and what you hope for in the future. Bucky shares stories of his time in the army, of the people he’s loved and lost, and there’s a quiet vulnerability in his voice that makes your heart ache for him.

“So,” you start, breaking the silence with a small smile, “what’s one thing I’d never guess about you?”

Bucky thinks for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. “Hmm... I don’t know. I guess people always think I’m just a tough guy, you know? Like, I don’t know, all muscles and no heart.” He chuckles softly, the sound warm, but there’s a touch of vulnerability beneath it. “But I’m not like that. I can be... sentimental. I keep things, little reminders of people or moments that meant something.”

You nod, your smile softening as you listen. “I can definitely see that about you. I think we all hold onto things in different ways. I'm kind of a book hoarder. I’ve got shelves full of them.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Really? What’s your favorite genre?”

You shrug, thinking for a moment. “I guess mostly fiction. I love stories that take me to places I’ve never been, things I could only ever wish to experience myself.”

He leans forward slightly, genuinely intrigued. “I get that. Some days I wish I could escape into something else for a while.”

You look at him, sensing a deeper layer beneath his words. “Where would you go, if you could? Somewhere far away, I mean.”

He leans back, arms circling his legs, eyes distant for a moment, like he’s picturing it. “I think... maybe a quiet place. Somewhere with a view. Maybe a cabin in the woods or on a mountain. Somewhere peaceful. I’ve spent a lot of time in chaos, in places that were loud and demanding. I don’t think I realized how much I missed silence until I had some time away from it.”

There’s a softness in his voice as he talks, something that makes your chest ache just a little. “That sounds... really nice. I think we all need quiet sometimes.”

Bucky glances at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “What about you? Where would you go?”

You pause, your thoughts drifting. “I think I’d go somewhere similar. I’ve always loved nature and the coziness of rain. I’d like to go somewhere that gets cold but not too cold. I’d like to spend time dreaming up my own stories or just think.”

Bucky nods, seeming to understand. “That sounds good, too. Sometimes being alone with your thoughts is the best way to find clarity.”

You nod, the quiet between you settling comfortably again. After a moment, you break the silence, wanting to know more. “You mentioned before, in passing, that you were in the army along with Steve and Sam. What was that like?”

Bucky’s expression shifts, and you notice a subtle change in his posture. His shoulders tighten slightly, and he stares down at the ground for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “It was... a lot of things. Good and bad. You meet people who become your family, and you see things you wish you didn’t have to. But you learn a lot about yourself, too. What you're capable of when it really matters. But... you lose people along the way. Some of them were like brothers to me.”

His voice softens, and there’s a quiet ache in his words. “It’s hard to talk about sometimes. I don’t always know what to say.”

You’re silent for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle between you, but there’s no rush to fill the space. You don’t push him. Instead, you simply say, “I can’t even imagine what that must have been like.”

Bucky gives a small, quiet smile, his eyes distant again. “It’s not something you ever get over. You just learn to live with it, you know? Keep going, because that’s what they would have wanted.”

You nod slowly, absorbing his words. “I think that’s really brave. I don’t know if I could be that strong.”

Bucky meets your gaze, his eyes serious but with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter. “You’d be surprised. Strength isn’t always about big things. Sometimes it’s the small moments, the ones that nobody else sees. Like... showing up for someone when they need you. Or just listening when they need to talk.”

Your heart swells at his words. You didn’t expect to find such depth in a conversation so early, but it feels easy, like you’ve both always been able to talk like this. You swallow, your voice quiet but sincere. “I’m glad you’re here, Bucky.”

His expression softens even further, and he leans forward slightly, his voice low. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence, but it’s different this time. There’s a deeper connection between you now, a shared understanding, as if you’ve both opened up in ways that most people never do. And it feels right—like this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

Finally, Bucky clears his throat, breaking the silence with a small chuckle. “Sorry, I got a little heavy there. Didn’t mean to bring down the mood.”

You smile, shaking your head. “No, not at all. I like hearing about you. All of you.”

Bucky’s eyes twinkle, and he grins that soft, easy grin of his. “Well, I guess I’ll have to tell you more sometime, then.”

You laugh, the sound light and free between you. “I look forward to it.”

As the evening starts to wind down, you realize how much time has passed. The stars are fully out now, the city lights dimming beneath the vast sky. The two of you are sitting closer than before, your shoulders brushing every now and then, and you both seem reluctant to leave the spot.

“Do you wanna head back?” Bucky asks, his voice soft, though you can hear the hesitation in it. “I don’t want this to end yet, but I also don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

You smile, a little shy. “No, I’m good. I’m really glad we did this. It’s... it’s been nice.”

Bucky stands, offering his hand to help you up. “Well, I’ll take you home then. If you’re ready, that is.”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you say, slipping your hand into his as he helps you to your feet. You both make your way back to the car, neither of you speaking for a moment, just enjoying the peaceful quiet around you.

When you arrive at your apartment, Bucky parks the car in front of your building. “I had a really great time tonight,” he says, turning toward you with a soft smile. “Thank you for... you know, giving me a chance.”

You look up at him, your heart full. “I’m glad I did. I think we have something good here, Bucky.”

There’s a moment of silence as you both just look at each other, and before you can say anything else, you surprise yourself by offering, “Would you like to come inside? I could make us some tea.”

Bucky seems caught off guard for a second, then smiles softly. “I’d like that. I think I’d like that a lot.”

The two of you walk inside, and you get to work making the tea. The conversation flows easily between you, filled with laughter and small moments of silence, as the next couple hours slip by unnoticed. You talk about your favorite childhood memories, your first jobs, your biggest fears. Each topic somehow leads into the next, like you're both unraveling the little threads of who you are, but it doesn't feel rushed.

You laugh at something Bucky says, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, and he catches the movement, his gaze softening for a moment.

“You know,” Bucky says, his voice a little quieter now, “I never thought I’d be here, doing this... with anyone. Not after everything.”

You glance at him, curiosity piqued. “Doing what?”

He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. “Just... talking like this. Being open. Letting someone in. I’ve spent so much time keeping people at arm's length. It’s easier, I guess, to just... not let anyone get too close.”

You feel your chest tighten, the words hitting you in a way you hadn’t expected. You lower your gaze, trying to hide the way your heart swells with sympathy and understanding.

“I think I get that,” you say softly. “I’ve kind of built my own walls over the years, too. Not because I didn’t want to let people in, but because... I don’t know. It’s easier to be alone sometimes.”

He looks at you, and for a long moment, neither of you speaks. It’s as if the weight of your shared vulnerability is lingering between you, hanging in the air.

Bucky leans forward just a little, his gaze never leaving yours. “I don’t want you to think that... I’m not interested in letting you in,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Because I am. I don’t know if it’s the right time or the right place, but I want you to know that I am.”

Your breath catches, heart pounding in your chest. There’s a rawness in his voice that makes the air between you feel thick, heavy with unspoken words. You hesitate for a moment, before speaking.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bucky.” Your voice is soft, but certain. “I’m here. I’ll always been here, just... sometimes I think I don't know how to say it.”

There’s a quiet, tender moment that passes between you. His lips part slightly, and he leans in just a fraction more, as if testing the space between you.

And that’s when the tension shifts, palpable now, crackling in the air. You both seem to feel it—a pull, something that draws you in, something that makes the moment stretch, and the space between you disappears. For a breathless second, everything else seems to vanish.

Your lips are so close now. His eyes flicker down to your mouth, then back up to meet your gaze, searching for permission, for a sign that you feel what he does.

You feel the warmth of his breath on your face, the closeness, and your pulse quickens. The intensity between you is almost too much, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you let it hang there, both of you caught in the moment.

And then, just as it feels like the gap might close between you, Bucky exhales sharply, pulling back slightly as if snapping out of it. He runs a hand through his hair, awkwardly clearing his throat.

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice tight. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

You laugh softly, trying to ease the tension, though your heart is still racing. “It’s not weird, Bucky. It’s... nice.”

He looks at you for a long moment, his gaze searching yours again, a bit of uncertainty there. “I don’t want to rush anything,” he says, his voice steadying. “I just... I don’t know. I really like being with you.”

You nod, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I like being with you too.”

The tension in the air lingers for a while longer, but the moment passes, and you both settle back into the comfortable rhythm of conversation again. You talk about small things—silly anecdotes and favorite songs, and the connection you’ve built feels stronger now than it ever has before.

As the conversation winds down, your eyes begin to flutter, exhaustion finally catching up with you. You let out a soft yawn, leaning back against the couch. Bucky watches you, his eyes soft, but there’s something almost reluctant in his gaze.

“I should probably go,” he says quietly, standing up and stretching. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

You sit up, still a little drowsy. “You don’t have to leave,” you say, your voice a little more vulnerable than you intend. “I... I don’t want you to go.”

Bucky hesitates, his expression conflicted as he looks at you. “I... I don’t want to leave either,” he admits, his voice low. “But I don’t want to make things awkward either.”

You smile softly, trying to push the sleepiness from your eyes. “It’s not Bucky. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

After a long pause, he sits back down beside you, though his body is tense. He watches you closely for a moment before finally settling in. “Alright. I’ll stay. But just... just to keep you company. And because I don’t want you to be alone either.”

You feel a warm flush spread through you as you nestle deeper into the couch, the quiet between you comforting and safe. Bucky lies down beside you, careful not to get too close, but still there. You fall asleep, your head on his chest, and for the first time in a long while, you feel at peace.

Bucky lies awake beside you, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the thoughts that swirl in his mind. He doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to wake you, but the weight of his past—the nightmares, the fears—keeps him from fully resting. He stays awake, just listening to the sound of your breathing, hoping that his presence won’t disturb your sleep.

It’s the first time he’s ever felt this way with someone��so close, yet so distant, fighting the demons inside. He wonders, for just a moment, if he’s ready to let someone in completely.

Part Four

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litmot-archived · 4 months ago

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hiiii sorry I hope this is not too much of a bother and that you’re doing okay hopefully! I was just really curious if you may please write about Isaac and Pickle playing twister together out of boredom on a rainy day? (Pickle probably had to beg him to play) Just them being all silly and lovey dovey like they are, please and thank you it’s just a thought I had! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

Fun fact: Twister was invented in 1966.

I tried. It’s possibly less lovey-dovey than you wanted (and I apologize profusely for staining the fluff with specks of angst). The story just — ha — twisted away from the course I set it on.

Twist My Heart

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

You sat curled on the couch with Isaac’s favorite dark blue blanket draped over your shoulders. It was not particularly cold, but you liked feeling cozy. The fireplace was lit, and the atmosphere of warmth caused by the occasional cracking of the wood contrasted greatly with the howling wind outside, rattling the leaves of the trees nearby and making a phantom chill creep up your spine at the sound.

There was something special about storms in the evening. They made the inside of the house feel all the more cozy. It would only be a matter of time before the sound of rain would join the orchestra of sounds around you — and, frankly, you looked forward to cuddling up with Isaac and relaxing by the roaring fireplace.

That had been the plan, and you got as far as allowing your eyes to slip shut, the light conversation with the love of your life naturally drifting off before Isaac uttered the fateful words, replying to the fond memory you had spoken of before: “What’s twister?”

Your eyes shot open, and you raised your head from where it had rested comfortably on his shoulder to look at him in shock. “You’re joking,” you said incredulously.

He chuckled at your expression, moving his hand to brush some wayward strands of hair out of your face. “I assure you, I’m not,” he said, smiling fondly. “What is it? What do you twist? Is it a card game?”

“Isaac!” you exclaimed in disbelief. “You can’t tell me you don’t know what twister is. Come on now.”

He hummed, giving you a gentle half-smile. “I’m,” he hesitated, “nearly serious. I think I’ve heard of it or seen it in a commercial years ago, but I’ve never played it. It is the game with the different colors you need to touch without falling over, yes?”

You sat up fully, staring at him for a moment before slipping out from under the blanket — immediately missing the comforting warmth it brought — and slipped out of the room. Isaac gave a surprised noise as he saw you leave, no doubt furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and mild suspicion.

For being a PI, he was surprisingly unaware of all the items stored in his house. Granted, the mansion was large, with enough secret corners and shut drawers that had not been opened in years, and you would not have known either if you had not stumbled across the box that had seemingly never been opened, that Isaac had a game of Twister in the far left corner of the closet in the hallway. It had been neatly tucked away, sitting untouched since whoever had placed it there — his mother maybe, you guessed, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought that she had bought a game for her son and never gotten the chance to play it with him.

(It was not his mother who had bought the game, but his grandfather. Mr. Rhoades had stumbled across it in one of his cases (it had been the inspiration for a cat-and-mouse chase he had been subjected to, as one of his acquaintances had pointed out. He had looked at them in mild confusion before they explained the gist of it and he had exclaimed, rather unprofessionally, “Ah, yes. I still knew it as Pretzel!”). He had wanted to play it with Isaac, but then his knee had acted up again and he had discarded the idea, leaving the box out of sight.)

Until now. Until you had rediscovered it, and with the forgotten game some secret part of what could have been Isaac’s childhood, in a different life.

You returned to the living room, presenting the box to Isaac, who still sat comfortably laid back on the couch, as if it were some grand prize. “We can’t have that,” you said. “You’re going to play Twister with me right now.”

Isaac chuckled, a little deterred. “Where did you get that?” His confusion was overshadowed by something else, something soft in his voice. “Did you get this? Was this your plan all along?”

“I—” Oh what to say. “I found it in a closet, actually. Is that alright?”

It was alright, because Isaac slowly rose from the couch and kissed you so fiercely that for a moment he stole your breath, leaving you dizzy from the intensity of the adoration he poured into the act. “Thank you,” he murmured, gently prying the box from your hands and opening it with something akin to reverence.

The moment faded, replaced with a stark competitiveness as you tried reaching your right hand over Isaac’s broad chest to get to blue. He was not making it easy.

“You do realize that if you don’t arch your back a little, I’ll fall on you and then you’ll fall. And since technically you’re the one on the floor first, that means I’ll win,” you said, twisting your head unnaturally to give him a warning look.

“That’s sabotage, Pickle,” he replied without missing a beat. The warm glow of the fireplace was reflected in his pitch-black hair, strands falling into his face that he could not brush back by vice of his position. “Didn’t think you’d be a cheater, but that’s the only way you can win against me it seems.”

“Bet?”

“You’re on.”

Suffice it to say, Isaac won. But only because you were distracted by the sparkle in his eyes and the gentle upturn of his lips, and shooting you a disarming smile so charming that it made you lose your balance was technically cheating.

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redroomreflections · 1 year ago

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Not Easily Broken Chapter 5

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha and Reader go through a tragic divorce

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Note: Yes, it's getting finished besties.

W/c: 7.4k (this was a bitch to edit just so you know!)

Rating: M (Minors DNI; angst, fluff, smut, heartbreak, heart fix? the best ending for them coming soon)

“And Mommy, I went to the park, we played on the swings. I went so high. Not even Mama could grab me.” Emma gestured with her hands somewhere beyond the camera. You smiled at the expression on her face as she described to you what her day was like. You were just returning home from the gym when you received a Facetime call from Natasha. You quickly answered it thinking it was an emergency. Nope. It was just Emma missing you. You could tell that time apart tore through her as the five-year-old tried to understand the current family dynamics. Not that it was easy for you to understand. Still, you listened to her tell stories just like she always did. Slightly out of breath and a lot of emotion. She held the phone in her shaky hands as she bounced around her bed. You’re not sure you could get her to sit down if you tried.

“You didn’t go that high,” Ryan’s ‘know-it-all’ tone surprised you. It was classic sibling bickering. Only this time you had a front-row seat. You could see Emma hold the camera in place as she frowned over at her brother.

“How do you know? You were over on the slides.” Emma said.

“I could still see,” Ryan climbed onto the bed to bounce with his sister. You could see his hair flopping in a corner of the frame. You wish they would just set you up somewhere you could see. Not that either of them was professional on the proper lighting and angles. All you could see was bouncing and their breathless bickering. Until there was a knock at the door, Emma bounced onto her bottom to look innocently at whoever interrupted their playtime.

“Okay, you two, time for bed,” Natasha said. She held onto the doorknob as she watched them deflate.

“We are still talking to Mommy,” Emma pouted. “Can we have just five more minutes?”

“Oh, you said that ten minutes ago.” Natasha matched her pout. “Say goodnight to Mommy.”

“Goodnight Mommy,” Emma said. She passed the phone to Ryan before stumping out of his bedroom and into her own. She was stopped in her tracks by Natasha as she scooped the little girl into her arms. She kissed along her cheeks, and forehead, before raising her a bit higher to press kisses against her belly. Emma’s laughter filled the room as Ryan watched them with his smile. You couldn’t help but feel that familiar loneliness resurfacing. You wanted to be there with them. You belong there with them.

“Mommy, are you coming to my game on Wednesday?” Ryan spoke over the giggles coming from Emma. They seemed to be further away now. Natasha was carrying her to her bedroom.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You promised. A promise you were ensuring you would keep.

“If we win, can we get ice cream?” Ryan smiled hopefully.

“I will get you three scoops no matter if you win or not.” You replied. At his smile, you felt a bit better. You wouldn’t let him down this time. There was silence as you both enjoyed each other’s virtual company. He crawled under the covers, somehow keeping the phone in his hold before he fixed the camera to show his face again. “Are you all warm and cozy?”

“Yeah,” Ryan nodded. He paused before speaking again. “I want you to come to stay with us again, Mommy. Then we could have another sleepover. Like we had in Florida.”

“I’d like that so much, Ryan.” You said sincerely. “I knew you liked those sleepovers.”

“Of course,” Ryan shrugged. “I like it when everyone is happy. It’s always fun.” He said in a way that made him seem so much older. He sounded bigger than his seven years of life. He was always worrying about everyone else’s feelings.

Natasha chose that moment to enter his room again. She stood by the doorway with her arms folded against her chest. She allowed Ryan to have his moment with you. As the oldest child, it was easy for him to step into the background and let Emma have her moments. You both were always reminding him that his feelings and interests mattered too.

Turns out neither of you had anything to say. He held the phone, clearly stalling his bedtime so that he could get a few more moments with you. Finally, Natasha intervened. You could tell she secretly wanted to talk with you too.

“Okay, tell Mommy goodnight,” Natasha instructed. She ambled over to his bed to hold out her hand.

“Goodnight, Mommy,” Ryan said lowly. He reluctantly passed the phone to Natasha before sliding further under the covers. He waited for his kiss goodnight before turning towards the wall. You could see Natasha turn off his bedroom light and close the door. She shuffled down the hallway, wisps of her hair flying freely in her messy bun, as she walked towards her bedroom. She settled onto her bed, crossing her legs before looking down at the camera.

“Hey you,” You smile. The lighting in the bedroom cast a warm glow against her skin. Her reading glasses sit perched on the top of her head as she leans back against the headboard. She doesn’t need them all the time but you figure she’s had a long day. She smiles lazily into the camera before returning your greeting. You mirror her position on the other side of town.

“Hi back,” She smiles.

“Do you need to be tucked in too?” You joke and she snorts.

“I haven’t needed to be tucked in in a long time, Romanoff,” The way she uses the last name for you causes your heart to flutter. If that were possible. Her voice is a bit raspier. A bit huskier. You scan her face and the top of her shoulders. She’s wearing a thin purple tank top. You can see the way her skin flushes at your heated gaze.

“So, about the no-sex thing?” You try. She raises a brow for you to continue. “Did that include phone sex?”

“Hmm?” Natasha pretends to take a moment to think.

“Because I think I would be able to stay awake for that,” You quip.

“Oh yeah?” Natasha asks. She moves to grab a pillow from your forgotten side of the bed. She props the phone up, fluffing the pillow for the correct angle, before laying on her side. “What did you have in mind?” The ball is in your court. She’s certainly entertaining you and your horniness. She props herself up on her elbow, cradling her head with her hand, as she looks at you expectantly.

“I think a nip slip wouldn’t be so bad,” You suggest. You’re not serious. Not 100% at least. It’s not like you haven’t had phone sex before. Back when she would have long missions, or you would be away on a business trip, you had taken to sending each other racy texts or faceless nudes. It’s how you kept things alive and “spicy”. Not that you ever needed it.

“You’re always so obsessed with my breasts,” Natasha comments. She doesn’t care all that much. She likes the attention. From you and only you.

“They’re nice breasts,” You shrug.

“What do I get out of this?” Natasha decides she’ll continue to play along. This is the least sexy amount of flirting you’ve done but it still manages to get a rise out of you. You like it this way. There’s no expectation to be something you’re not. There’s no expectation to get back to a flame that has long died down. At least for the time being. You’d rather not think about what that means.

“Um,” You bring your left hand to your chin. You pretend to think before grinning mischievously. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Natasha laughs this time. She shakes her head before pulling at the strap of her top.

“You have yourself a deal,” Natasha says. She fingers along the strap, pulling it down from her arm teasingly. She bites her lip, watching the way your pupils dilate, as she finally removes the side. She sits up on her bottom. The anticipation is killing you as you wait for her to show you what you’ve been waiting for. Natasha pushes the other strap from her shoulder. She rolls her eyes as you settle further back into the pillows. Typical. Making her go first. Natasha raises her hands to push the shirt down her abdomen. More skin is exposed until you can see the top of her breasts. God, you wish she wouldn’t tease you.

The pink of her nipples takes you by surprise just before the screen goes black. You let out an audible sound of shock as you rise from the pillows. You tap the screen of your phone to see if you still have half a battery. Natasha’s phone has died. You thumb through the screen of your phone to get back to her name only for it to show up unavailable. You sigh in frustration. Maybe a shower will cool you off. You drop your phone onto the bed with a promise to text her back when you’re out. You needed to cool off.

The steam from the shower doesn’t seem to help you. You scrub your skin, relieving yourself of the day’s grime, as you think about Natasha. You miss her. You want her next to you. Not only for sex. It’s never been just sex for you. You want to feel her breathing against the back of your neck when she decides to be the big spoon. You want her too warm limbs pressed against your calves. You want her steady hand resting in the valley between your breasts. You want Natasha.

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed. You brush your teeth. The feeling of loneliness fills you once again. No one is here to lie with you. There’s no one here to wake up to. No one to keep the darkness in your mind away. You’re here all alone and you can’t help but think that you deserve it. You’re the culprit after all. You’re the one that tore apart your family. You’re the one that pushed everyone away in exchange for work. Everything comes down to you.

As you finish your skincare routine, you can’t help but wonder if things will change. Would you change? Your first counseling session is tomorrow and you want more than anything to work things out. Natasha is too great of a woman to pass up. She’s too much of your heart for you to throw away. Like you’ve been doing. You shut off your bathroom light and crawl back under the covers of your bed. It’s much too big to have for yourself.

You fumble around for the phone and tap the screen alive. There are four messages from Natasha. You swipe the unlock screen, using FACE ID to open it, as you tap the first message. “Sorry my phone died,” The message reads with an attachment.

It’s a series of pictures. The anticipation kills you as you wait for the HD versions to load. Your eyes almost pop out of your head as Natasha poses for the camera. Damn. If she ever wanted to quit her day job as a spy to become a photographer you would support her decision one thousand percent. Okay, you’re being a bit dramatic but these are good.

She’s on her side, in the same position as before, only this time she’s naked save for her panties. They’re a thin bit of silk with lace trim in the color black. You take in the whole picture. The way her left leg is bent just slightly, her left arm stretched across her breasts, as she lies faceless in the picture. She’s not showing anything but to you it is everything. Damn indeed.

You immediately swipe to the next wanting to see the other photos. This one is a bit more personal. Her lips are the highlight of this one. She’s closer to the camera, her mouth slightly open, as her tongue peeks from behind her perfectly white teeth. Only Natasha could make this pose sexy. She manages to make everything sexy. Your eyes trail down to find the tops of her breasts hidden once again as she poses.

You’re extremely thankful that while these are sexy, Natasha trusts you enough to send them to you. You know she’s put herself in a vulnerable position. She’s throwing herself out there and you can’t help but feel elated. The next picture makes you audibly gasp. The camera is positioned further down. Her nipple stands rosy and hard as she pinches it between her index finger and thumb. Her wrist lies against the breast cupping it as she balances the phone with the other hand. In the background, you can see the look of pleasure on her face. She’s sensitive. Her breasts have always been sensitive. Even to her touch.

You don’t realize your hand has traveled to the waistband of your underwear until you feel your wetness at the tip of your fingers. You miss her. You need her. You open your legs wider, as you skirt past your clit to dip your fingers inside your opening. There’s no need to get ready. She should be here right now. You imagine the way she would feel inside of you. You imagine the curl of your fingers is hers. You imagine that morning at the hotel and how she’d taken initiative.

Damn Natasha and her sexy pictures. You know she’s not expecting pictures back but you feel inclined to send them. You push the sports bra over your breast, balancing the phone in one hand, as you arch your back just so. You quickly snap the picture before sending another one showcasing the bump of your hand inside of your panties. You’re not sure you can wait for her to reply as you push another finger inside of yourself. You pump at an increasingly fast pace as you imagine it’s Natasha here in bed with you. You clench hard around your fingers at the thought of her body pressed against yours.

There’s a vibration from your phone just as you reach that spongey spot inside of yourself. You raise the phone to look through narrowed eyes. She’s calling again. You move a shaky thumb to the green phone button to answer it.

“Nat,” You whimper.

“You couldn’t wait for the phone to charge?” She says in a light scold. You shake your head no.

“Well, I want you to slow down.” Natasha begins. You whimper again at her voice as she husks. “Shh, I want to come with you.” She purrs. This prompts a gush of wetness as you force yourself to slow down. It’s rare for Natasha to take over in the bedroom and when she does it’s phenomenal. You don’t want to think about how long it’s been since you’ve truly been intimate. All you can think about is the chase of your current orgasm.

“Want you,” You whine.

“I know,” Natasha breathes. “Want you too.” Natasha fumbles with the camera as she flips onto her stomach. She props the phone up on the side of her again and for a second your fingers are still inside of you as you watch her. She’s naked this time as the sheets cover her from the waist down. You wish so badly that she would let it slip away. You watch as her left hand slips under the covers. She arches her back with her face pressed into the pillow.

She’s not. She won’t. She is.

You try to keep your eyes open as the moment overtakes you. Natasha’s lips fall open as she slides her fingers into herself. You can see the subtle movements of her hand under the covers and the outline of her perfectly rounded bottom. She lets out a choked noise as she adjusts to the fullness of her fingers.

“Nat, open your eyes,” You beg. Her thick lashes flutter open and you’re thrown by how dark her eyes are at the moment.

“I’m ‘supposed to be in charge.” She sputters as she ruts against her fingers.

“You’re doing such a good job of that, baby.” You encourage. “Tell me what you want me to do,” You say. Her brows knit together as she attempts to form words.

“I want to see you too,” She manages. You quickly push your panties from your body, moaning at the loss of your fingers, as you toss your pillows to the side. You prop up the phone to show off your body.

“G-good,” Natasha says.

“Now what?” You ask.

“I’m not gonna last,” Natasha swallows. “I want you to push inside of yourself. Gently.” You do as told. It’s much easier this time around. “Wanna hear you.” She mentions. She begins to rock her hips as she rides her fingers. You don’t hold back as you match her pace. The sight in front of you is too much as you watch Natasha hump against the covers. She doesn’t swallow her moans, though conscious of little ears, as she breathes. “Can’t wait to have you inside me.” She babbles. “Been so long.” She continues. “How does it feel, Zaya?” She questions as you pump your fingers faster. You can feel your hips jump at the thought of being inside Natasha again. “Zaya,” it’s such a sweet nickname despite how “dirty” you’re being. You manage to look at the phone again. Feeling your walls clench around your fingers as you watch Natasha rock against herself.

“So good,” You moan.

“When we fuck, I want you to use the big one,” Natasha confesses. You immediately know what she’s talking about. The strap-on. “Want to feel it inside me for a week.” Natasha arches her back more as her movements become frantic. Her hair is held by the tie draped over her shoulders and the pillow as she moves. “Want you to fill me.”

She still has it. Not that you expected her to just throw it away. She’s talking big game right now. Natasha has never been able to fully take that strap with ease no matter how much you’ve both tried. It’s bordering 8 inches. Not too big where it hurts but the girth is. The way it fills her. She likes the challenge and so do you.

“You still have it?” You ask through your thrusts.

“I tried to use it on myself,” She admits and you’re sure you’d died and gone to heaven. “Couldn’t come. Not without you.” She gasps. You can feel the arrival of your orgasm as Natasha tells you about her time with the strap. “Wouldn’t fit.” She shakes her head.

“Shit,” You whine as the last part of her statement sends you into your orgasm head first. You don’t know which way is up or down as your eyes snap shut. Your legs lock up and your back arches to an impossible level. From somewhere back down on earth you can hear Natasha’s moans as she climaxes. There’s a solid thirty seconds before the grip your body has on your fingers loosens. It’s another thirty seconds before you can relax your legs and pull out. When you finally do open your eyes to look over at the phone, Natasha’s green ones, are looking back at you lazily.

“Were you telling the truth?” You ask. She lifts her head giving you a satisfied smirk. “About the strap?”

“I was,” Natasha dares to blush. As confident as she is in bed, she always has that shyness that you find so endearing. “I tried but I couldn’t get it past the first three inches.” You believe her. It’s always taken some extensive foreplay and at least one orgasm for her to take it. Your mind flashes back to the time she insisted on riding you to the ends of the earth and back. Her form. Her stamina. Always a ten out of ten. Natasha can tell where your mind is going and she smirks again. “You need to sleep.”

“How can I when you’ve told me that?” You look at her incredulously.

“Well the faster you go to sleep, the quicker you get to see me.” She reminds you. The counseling session is in the morning. Right.

“You should have started with that,” You quip ignoring the nervousness of tomorrow. You watch as Natasha shifts, her hand still laid under her, and suddenly you’re made aware of something.

“Nat,” You ask and she hums in response as her eyes flutter closed. “Are you still inside of yourself?”

“Mhmm,” She nods sleepily. “Too sensitive to move,” She mumbles. Did she want to kill you?

“Baby, you need to get up and pee. Then we can sleep.” Her eyes snap open at your words. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep. I promise.” This time you mean it. Natasha nods again as she lifts her lower half to slowly remove her fingers from herself. She can’t help but whimper at the loss.

“You too,” She tilts her chin up. You rush to the bathroom to clean yourself up and wash your hands before returning to the bed. Natasha is much slower as she enters the frame again. She lies on her side again to face you.

“Y/n,” She says.

“Yes, Tasha?”

“Can you promise me something,” Her tone is more serious and she’s suddenly more awake than before. “If at any point you feel any of this is too much. You tell me.” Her gaze is piercing as she waits for you to respond. “Don’t let it fester. Don’t leave me in the dark. If we need to pause on whatever this is right now, we do. Don’t hide.”

You bite your lip. You hate that she even has to say this. Given your track record, you’re not surprised.

“I promise, baby.” You murmur. “I love you.” You say and Natasha smiles.

“I love you too.”

You can tell sleep is overtaking her now as she plugs the phone into its charger before leaving it against the pillow. You watch her for a bit longer than necessary as she slips into sleep so easily.

You wouldn’t mess this up. Not this time.

*********************************

One thing Natasha didn’t expect from her family when informing them that she would be attending couples counseling with you - was their reluctance. She sat in her car, her sunglasses pushed to the top of her head, as she listened to them talk through the speakers of her car. Her iPhone remained in the cupholder as she traced her fingers over the edges. She could hear the sound of a pin drop with how silent the other occupants on the phone were.

“Hello?” She asked attempting to hide the annoyance in her tone. She glanced around the parking lot of the office building. She’s been here for the better part of ten minutes. After dropping off the children at school she headed here. Part of it was to keep herself in check and talk with her family without the worry of traffic. Now she’s glad she did. There’s no sign of you just yet and she hopes you find a parking spot in time. She would hate to be late.

“It’s pretty packed for a Monday morning,” She muses to herself. She could feel the tension deep in her bones as she tried to calm herself.

“Yes, Natasha, we are still here.” It was Melina’s soft voice that spoke first. Natasha glanced towards the touchscreen radio of her car. She was currently on a three-way call with the Russian members of her family. The names Mama and Yelena in both English and Russian sat unmoving across the screen. “We are just surprised is all.”

Natasha imagined her holding up the phone to an ear as Alexei tried to hold in his thoughts.

“Surprised? We’re fucking shocked is what we are,” Yelena breathes. She doesn’t hold back. While Natasha appreciated her sister’s bluntness she didn’t find it helpful at this moment.

“Yelena,” Melina scolded her. There was an eye roll somewhere in there.

“What?” Yelena’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Just last year, Natasha came crying to us. Utterly fucking destroyed might I add. Telling us that her marriage was over. Y/n left her with their two kids to do who knows what with god knows who. We were left to pick up the pieces and you mean to tell me all of that was for nothing?”

Natasha listens to her family bicker about her relationship. She understands what Yelena is saying. She might be right on this one. As surprising as it may be, she has her reasons. There’s still a part of her that believes your relationship could work. Sue her for holding on to that.

“Yeah, what she said,” Alexei finally joined it. “I don’t forget. I would like to break her puny little arms still.”

Natasha’s brow raised in amusement as a smirk tugged at her lips. She didn’t think your arms were puny.

“Alexei, you’re not going to break my wife’s arms,” Natasha says drily.

“Wife?” Yelena comments at the same time that Melina scolds her husband in the background. “I can’t believe this.”

Natasha licks her lips in annoyance. If there’s one thing she could never do was stand up to her family. In the rare moments that she did, she would blow up. She doesn’t need that right now.

“I think what Natasha is saying is that she and y/n are willing to work on their mistakes,” Melina chooses her words carefully. “I do just like the rest of you that their split was terrible. We were all rooting for the both of you. I think if you two are going to make it work we support that. Even if we have our reservations.”

“Reservations?” Yelena asks incredulously. “I don’t have reservations. I’m pissed about it is what I am. I don’t think it’s a good idea to go back to someone who has shown time and time again how much she doesn’t care.” That’s the part that sends tiny knives through Natasha’s heart.

“Please,” She mutters but it’s loud enough for them to hear. “I know how you all feel. I know you’re still mad at her and part of me is too. That other part of me still wants so badly for this to work. I owe it to myself to see it through. I owe it to Ryan and Emma, too.” Just as she finishes there’s rapping on her window. She glances up to find you giving her a small wave. She raises a finger to tell you to wait and you give her a small smile before walking over to the front of the car. “I have to go but please keep an open mind. I need your support.”

“Of course, big girl,” Melina says easily. She hears a sound akin to whack and suddenly Alexei joins in. “I will.”

“Еле́на?” Natasha asks.

Yelena smacks her lip and Natasha can tell there’s another eye roll at the other end of the line.

“Okay fine,” She relents. “I can’t say that I won’t poison her drink if she tries something else.”

“I will hold you to that,” Natasha laughs. “I have to go but I love you all so much.” She says before rushing to hang up the phone. She doesn’t want to leave you waiting any longer. She presses the button to turn off her car as she quickly stuffs her phone inside of her pockets. Even after all this time, she refuses to carry a purse. She opens the door of the car, giving you another smile, before slamming it shut.

“Hey,” You say softly as she continues to walk until she’s standing right in front of you. The height difference is still so endearing. She looks up at you with a shy smile before stretching her neck to kiss you. It’s soft and so damn sweet. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine,” Natasha pulls back.

“Good,” You respond. You take a look at the building to the side of you before turning back to her inquisitive eyes. “Ready to go and have our entire relationship picked apart?”

She nods. She’s been in therapy before. She knows what it entails. She can’t say she’s that big of a fan but she wants this to work. She needs this to work.

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When you sit down on the couch of the therapist's office you don’t intentionally mean to sit so far apart. You’re not on opposite ends of the couch. Natasha is mere inches away from you. If needed you can reach out and touch her. You sit with a rigid posture and fidgety eyes. Natasha ever the calm one sits with her legs crossed and a relaxed form. You’re a bit jealous of the fact that she’s always able to play it so cool. You look around the room of the office to ground yourself. The therapist, Cheryl, sits across from you shuffling papers together before she can begin. You notice the plaques on the wall, framed in a deep brown shade, hung up with pride. The walls are painted soft gray with white trim. The couch is comfy, new, and a bit stiff. It hasn’t been sat on much as a testament to its recent purchase. You adjust in your seat to test this theory and Cheryl notices. She looks up at you with something sort of like a smile.

“Oh, the entire office just got new furniture last week,” She mentions. Finally, she folds the papers and flips to an open page in her pad. “Now I want to begin by getting to know you both a little bit. From your intake papers, I understand that you have been divorced for almost nine months now but you’re seeking reconciliation.” She glances up from her pad to confirm. You nod. She looks back down. “I want to know your origin story. How did Y/n and Natasha begin? Then we can go ahead into more detail.”

She waits patiently for either of you to start. You glance at Natasha and she gives you the okay to speak. You were fine going first.

“Natasha and I met almost twelve? Twelve years ago at Stark Tower.” You start looking to Natasha for confirmation. She gives a subtle nod. “I was recently appointed creative director working alongside Tony Stark. As you know she’s an Avenger. Initially, we didn’t have that much contact. I was simply there to take in what Tony wanted. Um, I think I was three months into the job before we officially met. Tony wanted to go over some of the marketing for his latest gadget. Usually, a creative director just oversees the project from end to finish. With Tony, it’s everything.” You talk with your hands and suddenly you’re a bit self-conscious about that. “We had lunch in his lounge and Natasha walked in. She introduced herself, didn’t say much, she left after that. It was so quick.”

“Was this the first time you saw her?”

“Yes,” You answer.

“It wasn’t the first time I saw her,” Natasha offers. “It was at least a week before that. She was on her phone at one of the luncheons Tony was having. She was talking to her mom or something of that sort. She was complaining about Tony even with him a few feet away. Something about that interested me. How unafraid she was of the consequences with him standing right there.”

Natasha stops to let you continue the story.

“I don’t know how it was for Natasha but I… I fell in love the moment she held out her hand for me to shake,” You admit. You lick your lips before starting again. “I wanted her in every way.” There’s no sense of lying. “So I spent more time at the office than working from home. I would ask Tony about her. I would hope that I would get a chance to see her more.”

“It was pretty much the same for me,” Natasha says. “I tried to be around more. Usually, I would, um, make myself scarce. Product of my childhood. I stayed out of the way. With Y/N, for some reason, I didn’t feel I had to do that.”

“Our first kiss was at one of Tony Stark’s many, many parties.” You describe. “It was in the kitchen and I remember feeling so happy. I was also a bit nervous. How could a woman like her ever want someone like me?”

“Someone like you?” Cheryl hangs on to your words. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug. “I wasn’t very put together. I was very open and brash and she was more collected. More grown-up. Like she had her entire life together.”

“And you didn’t? You were a young creative director,” Cherly mentions.

“I didn’t feel like it at the moment,” You say and she writes something down on her pad. “So, anyway, neither of us had been in a relationship where we were one hundred percent serious about the other person. Everything felt so right with Natasha. It felt easy. To love her. It happened so easily.”

“I feel that way too,” Natasha agrees.

“Sounds like a beautiful love story,” Cheryl drops her pen for just a second. “Do you always talk in tandem like that? Like finishing the story for each other.”

You and Natasha blink. You hadn’t noticed it. You guess that’s what eleven years together would do.

“I find it cute,” Cheryl assures you. “Now, you have two children together correct?” She glances at her notes. “Ryan and Emma?”

“Yes,” Natasha answers.

“Great,” She mutters to herself. “So, I have my notes here and I guess I would like to ask what do you think the problems are in your relationship?” At your look she rephrases. “I am wondering what caused you two to divorce in the first place?”

“Several things really,” You say.

“We grew apart,” Natasha begins. “I don’t want to play the blame game. It’s just that for the past few years, y/n has been tied up with work. A lot.”

You nod. That’s a given she would tell this. “I think for a while we were just skirting by on being busy. The both of us.” You emphasize. “We lead such busy lives that we, mainly me, spent more time putting effort into that instead of putting effort into our relationship. I felt that I couldn't make her happy. We were fighting more. I was miserable. I don’t want to speak for her but it just became too much at once.” Cheryl scribbles on her notepad.

“Natasha, do you agree with this?” Cheryl asks.

Natasha nods. “Yes.”

“So what I’m hearing is that somewhere your lives got so busy that at some point there was a disconnect?” Cheryl summarizes. “Is there something that you think initiated this change?”

“I think it was after we had kids,” You say reluctantly. “Suddenly, we were balancing our careers, our relationship, and then kids. It was like in every direction there was always something. It’s a lot to say you can successfully juggle all of those. Something which I struggling with.”

“I think…. I agree.” Natasha thinks. “To an extent. My job offers me a bit more time off. Though it’s not always all at once. Since I’m traveling so much it was easy to curate our lives around that.”

“And you travel for work too?” Cheryl directs her question to you.

“I do,” You confirm. “Not as much. Well, not now, anyway. I took a sabbatical.” Cheryl’s eyes widen as she writes it down. “It was my own choice. I felt that I was neglecting my family. I - when Natasha suggested counseling it was something I knew I had to do.”

“Why?” Cheryl’s curious tone is nonjudgemental.

“For the reason, I said before,” You shift. “I was spending way more time there than necessary.”

“Are those your words or someone else,” A noise catches in your throat and she clarifies. “I just want to make sure I’m understanding the bigger picture.”

“They’re both,” You say.

“It was a concern that came up,” Natasha says. “The constant working wasn’t a problem at first. At least, I think it wasn’t. When we were first dating it was easier. It was simple. We could take entire weekends off. We would plan dates. She would come to spend the night with me in the tower. It’s like she made time and put effort into our relationship.”

“Of course, marriage and just dating are two separate hurricanes, I like to say.” Cheryl agrees.

“Which is kind of my concern,” Natasha’s brow furrows. “That it was easier. I mean, I didn’t come with the expectation that everything would be, that’s not what I’m saying. I just…”

“Felt that marriage would work better for us than it did,” You finish. “Considering both of our pasts, issues with abandonment, intimacy, all of it. We put so much work into it until we didn’t. I think we both had these expectations.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think with us it was a sort of push and pull,” You say. You look to see if Natasha is still with you and for the most part, she is. “As easy as it was, I felt for a while that Natasha was emotionally unavailable in the beginning. Which we worked on. Obviously. Then with me, I was sort of guarded. I wanted to protect a lot of our relationship and what we had which just turned into unrealistic expectations for each other. Which prompted our first break up.” You both remember the heartbreak of that one. It was within the first few months of dating. You wanted to commit and Natasha didn’t. You already had her heart. Why did you need more?

“What are the expectations of your relationship?” Cheryl asks. “Are they realistic now versus that time?”

There’s a pause as both of you think of what to say.

“I expect stability, time, romance,” Natasha lists off. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Honesty.”

“Same,” You cross your legs. “I also expect patience and understanding,”

“What?” Natasha asks. “What part of me has not been either of those things?”

“I’m not saying you haven’t been, Tasha.” You assure her. “I’m just saying those are what I expect. It’s not a dig.”

“What if you felt that way, y/n?” Cheryl prompts. “Would you be willing, to be honest with Natasha and tell her that?”

“Yes, of course,” You say.

“And Natasha would you be honest with y/n if any of your expectations weren’t being met?”

“Yes,” Natasha says. You must have made a look as Cheryl catches it painting her Inkpen towards you.

“Y/n, do you not agree?”

“No, I,” You fumble. “I do to a certain degree. Natasha is just fine expressing her feelings. Often it's way after the fact. She lets things simmer for a while.”

“Natasha do you?”

“I do,” Natasha allows herself to show that insecurity. “It’s the way I was raised. Don’t show emotion and don’t bring up conflict. It’s, it’s nothing but I’m not how everyone thinks. Sure, I can put someone in their place but I can’t stand up for myself. That’s not the issue. The issue is not wanting there to be conflict when it’s quiet. I guess.”

“Y/n, how does that make you feel?” It’s a classic cliche therapist question.

“It kind of ticks me off,” You admit. “I want her to tell me things she’s felt beforehand. A lot of the times she says I leave her in the dark but I feel that way too.”

Cheryl writes something down again. She takes a bit longer to do it this time.

“So, from what we have discussed so far today, Natasha you feel unheard and maybe a bit neglected?” Cheryl tilts her head and Natasha gives a subtle nod. She’s right on the money. “And y/n, you are a bit unclear how you feel but you seem to be feeling like you’re stretched thin and struggling with how to make Natasha happy while also keeping your own identity?”

“You got it,” You say.

“Okay,” Cheryl says. “So, I know we don’t have a lot of time here. Just a couple more minutes. I want to ask you what are your goals for couples therapy?”

“I want one of our goals to be better communication,” You say first. “Then maybe better methods of handling whatever conflict there may be.”

“I second that,” Natasha folds her arms under her chest. “I also want to better understand our relationship and each other. I want us to find and talk about the root of our problems.”

“Those sound like very realistic expectations,” Cheryl makes a list on her notepad. “I have a couple more questions before I’ll let you go. My major one is are you having sex?”

There’s a sense of discomfort coming from both of you. Not because you’re embarrassed. You’re both very private people and you’re not exactly willing to talk about your sex life or lack thereof.

“No, kind of?” Natasha says. “We haven’t completely been together for sex in almost three years.”

“There have been some instances where we have been intimate but it’s not--”

“Very satisfactory?”

“Yes,” You shake your head. “We weren’t able to finish since we always seem to get interrupted. We uh, we both decided that we wouldn't have sex until we worked through some of our problems.”

“I hear a lot of couples say that,” Cheryl nods. “I think while it is a great feat there are many benefits of a healthy sexual relationship in couples. It can improve your self-confidence, it could be a way of showing someone how much you love them, a way to bond with your partner.”

“So you’re saying have more sex?”

“In so many words,” Cheryl sets down her pad. “I think if it’s a goal of yours not to have sex then that is perfectly fine. There are plenty of ways to also share in the intimacy of that without full-blown intercourse.” Like phone sex but you won’t bring that up to her.

“Like?”

“Kissing, simply touching each other, a bath together, dry humping,” Her bluntness almost has the two of you blushing. “Massages. Mutual Masturbation. The list is quite endless.” She stands from her chair and you follow her with your eyes. She grabs two sheets of paper and hands them to you both.

Your eyes scan over the sheet finding questions and blanks to be filled in. “The Relationship Assessment? It looks like homework.”

“That’s exactly what it is,” Cheryl gives a grin. “For therapy to work inside you must be doing the work out there. So this is the first assignment. Finish this and then find something to do that you both enjoy. Sexual or no sexual.”

“And we bring this back for our next session?” Natasha asks.

“Yes,” Cheryl glances over to the clock. “This time together is to relearn each other. Just as if you were dating again.”

You reach over to grab Natasha’s hand. She clasps yours while reading over the sheet again.

“Your time is up, I will see you next week.” Cheryl ends.

Guess you had work to do.

---> next part

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gildedsilk · 6 months ago

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The Storm 🌨

• Keisuke Baji x Reader | Wc: 2K+ | Angst, Fluff | Suggestive | PG-13 ༻

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The cabin had been Mikey’s idea. A winter getaway, he’d said—a chance for everyone to relax, let loose, and have fun before the chaos of real life crept back in. The group had rented a cozy, snow-covered cabin in the woods, with just enough space for everyone to cram inside. You’d arrived early in the afternoon with Baji, Chifuyu, Draken, and the rest of the gang, hauling in bags of snacks, drinks, and supplies.

The night had started like any other get-together: laughter, teasing, and way too much alcohol. The air was filled with the sound of Mikey and Draken arguing over whose turn it was to pick the music while Chifuyu tried (and failed) to get everyone to settle down for a game of cards. Baji, naturally, had made it his mission to drink everyone else under the table, and for some reason, you’d decided to keep up with him.

"Y/N, you’re going to regret this," Chifuyu had warned as you took another shot, but you’d waved him off with a grin, matching Baji drink for drink.

The night blurred together after that—hazy memories of loud laughter, clinking glasses, and Mikey doing an impromptu dance that left everyone in stitches. The snow outside had been falling steadily, but no one had paid it much attention. By the time the group decided to call it a night and head back to their homes or lodgings nearby, you and Baji were already passed out on the couch, a heap of blankets thrown haphazardly over the two of you.

"Should we wake them?" Chifuyu had asked, glancing at your sleeping forms with a mix of amusement and concern.

"Nah," Mikey said, smirking as he zipped up his coat. "Let them sleep it off. They’ll wake up in the morning and catch up with us."

And with that, everyone filed out into the snowy night, leaving the cabin quiet except for the faint crackling of the dying fire and the soft sound of your and Baji’s breathing.

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You didn’t wake up until the sun was already high in the sky, streaming weakly through the frosted windows. The first thing you noticed was the pounding in your head, a dull, persistent throb that made you groan and pull the blanket tighter around yourself. The second thing you noticed was how cold it was. Despite the fire having burned low, the cabin had grown chilly overnight, and you could feel the icy air biting at your skin.

The third thing you noticed was Baji.

He was still sprawled on the couch beside you, his long hair a tangled mess and his mouth slightly open as he snored softly. His arm was thrown over his face, shielding his eyes from the light. You sat up slowly, your movements sluggish, and glanced around the room, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

"Where is everyone?" you muttered, your voice hoarse.

At that moment, Baji stirred, groaning as he shifted onto his side. "Ugh, what time is it?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"I have no idea," you said, rubbing your temples. "But I think everyone’s gone."

Baji opened one eye, squinting at you. "Gone?" He pushed himself up, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you mean, gone?"

You gestured to the empty room, the absence of jackets and boots by the door making it clear. "They left. We must’ve slept through it."

Baji frowned, looking around as if expecting Mikey or Chifuyu to pop out of nowhere and yell "Surprise!" But the cabin was silent, save for the faint sound of the wind outside.

Then, as if on cue, a loud gust of wind rattled the windows, drawing both of your gazes. The snow outside was no longer falling gently—it was a full-blown blizzard, the world beyond the glass an endless sea of white.

"Shit," Baji muttered, standing up and walking over to the window. He pressed a hand to the frosted glass, his brows furrowing as he took in the storm. "They really left us in this?"

You stood up, wrapping the blanket around yourself as you joined him. "Maybe they didn’t know it was going to get this bad," you said, though even you didn’t sound convinced.

Baji huffed, his breath fogging up the glass. "Great. We’re stuck here."

You glanced at him, taking in his disheveled appearance, and couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Could be worse," you said lightly.

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? How?"

"You could’ve been stuck here alone," you teased, earning a snort from him.

"Right," he said dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "Because being stuck with you is so much better."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t respond, turning back to the window. The snowstorm showed no signs of letting up, and a small knot of unease began to form in your chest. This was supposed to be a simple camping trip, a fun getaway with friends. But now, it was just you and Baji, trapped in a cabin with no idea how long the storm would last.

"Guess we’ll have to wait it out," Baji said, running a hand through his hair.

You nodded, your breath fogging up the glass as you stared out into the swirling snow. "Yeah," you said softly. "Just the two of us.

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The storm showed no signs of stopping. Hours passed, and the cabin grew colder despite the fire roaring in the hearth. You and Baji had managed to scrounge up some instant ramen from the supplies left behind, but the silence between you made it hard to enjoy even the simplest meal.

Baji sat cross-legged by the fire, his sharp features bathed in the flickering glow. His long hair was pulled into a messy half-ponytail, and his jacket hung loosely off his shoulders. He had barely said a word since the two of you realized you were stuck, which was strange—Baji always had something to say.

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. "You’re awfully quiet," you said, breaking the silence. "I thought you’d be complaining by now."

He glanced at you, his dark eyes unreadable. "What’s the point? Complaining’s not gonna fix the storm."

"True," you said softly, though his tone made your chest tighten.

The silence stretched again, heavy and awkward. You stared at the fire, watching as the flames danced and crackled. The warmth should’ve been comforting, but all it did was remind you how small the cabin was, how close you and Baji were, and how much tension seemed to hang in the air.

Finally, Baji sighed and stood up, brushing off his hands. "I’m gonna check outside. See how bad it is."

You frowned. "Baji, it’s a blizzard. You can’t—"

"I’ll just look," he cut you off, grabbing his coat and heading for the door.

Before you could argue further, he was gone, stepping into the swirling white. You stared after him, your heart pounding in frustration and something else you couldn’t quite name. Why was he being so cold? Why did it feel like there was something unspoken hanging between you?

When he returned, his hair dusted with snow and his cheeks flushed from the cold, he looked even more frustrated than before. He slammed the door shut behind him, brushing off the snow before tossing his coat aside.

"Yeah, it’s bad," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We’re not going anywhere anytime soon."

You bit your lip, watching him pace the room like a caged animal. "Baji, what’s your deal?"

He stopped mid-step, his head snapping toward you. "What?"

"You’ve been acting weird all day," you said, standing up. "Ever since we woke up, it’s like you don’t even want to be here."

He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, well, maybe I don’t."

The words hit you like a slap, and for a moment, you just stared at him, your chest tightening. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Baji avoided your gaze, his jaw tightening. "Forget it," he muttered, turning away.

"No," you said firmly, stepping closer. "You don’t get to say something like that and just walk away. What’s going on with you?"

He stopped in his tracks, his shoulders tense. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, and you thought he might just leave the room. But then he turned back to you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"What’s going on with me?" he said, his voice low and rough. "How about what’s going on with you? Acting like nothing’s wrong, like you don’t feel it too."

"Feel what?" you asked, though your voice wavered.

Baji laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You know exactly what I’m talking about."

You stared at him, your heart pounding. The room felt too small, too hot, and you suddenly wanted to be anywhere but here. But you couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t ignore the way his words made your chest ache.

"Baji, I don’t—"

"That night," he interrupted, stepping closer. His voice was sharper now, his frustration bubbling over. "You remember it. Don’t pretend like you don’t."

Your breath caught in your throat. Of course, you remembered. The night you’d both had one drink too many, and Baji had leaned in close, his face inches from yours. The night you’d almost kissed.

The night you’d pulled away.

"I remember," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Baji’s expression softened for a moment, but the hurt in his eyes remained. "Then why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you—"

"Because I didn’t know what to say!" you cut him off, your voice trembling. "I didn’t know what it meant, or if it even meant anything to you. And I didn’t want to ruin what we have."

"What we have," Baji repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. "What do we even have, Y/N? You can’t keep acting like nothing’s changed. Like I don’t—"

He stopped himself, clenching his jaw as if the words were too much to say.

You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "Baji, I’m scared," you confessed, your voice breaking.

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to waver. "You think I’m not?" he said quietly. "You think I don’t wake up every day wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do about this? About you?"

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and for the first time, you saw the cracks in Baji’s usual tough exterior. He wasn’t angry—he was scared, just like you.

The storm outside raged on, the wind howling as if it could tear the cabin apart. But inside, the two of you stood frozen, caught in the eye of a different kind of storm.

And neither of you knew how to find your way out.

Baji let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his tangled hair as he took a step back. His lips pressed into a thin line, like he was holding himself back from saying more.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, not for warmth but as if it might hold you together. "I don’t know what you want me to say," you admitted, your voice shaky. "I don’t know how to fix this."

"I don’t need you to fix it," he snapped, then softened, his shoulders slumping. "I just need you to stop pretending like nothing’s wrong."

His words made your chest tighten, and you could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. "I wasn’t pretending," you said quietly. "I was trying to protect what we have. I didn’t want to lose you, Baji."

He scoffed, though there was no malice in it—just a raw kind of pain. "You think not talking about it makes it better? You think ignoring it makes it go away?"

You shook your head, frustrated and overwhelmed. "What was I supposed to do? Risk everything? What if I’m wrong? What if you don’t—"

"Don’t what?" Baji cut you off, his voice sharp. "Feel the same way?"

The room felt impossibly quiet after his words, the fire crackling softly in the background. You stared at him, your heart pounding as if it was trying to escape your chest.

"Do you?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Baji didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his gaze dropping to the floor. For a moment, you thought he might dodge the question entirely, but then he looked up at you, and the raw vulnerability in his eyes was enough to steal your breath.

"Yeah," he said softly. "I do."

The words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. Your knees felt weak, and you stumbled back a step, gripping the back of the couch for support.

"Baji..." you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"I’m not saying it to make things harder," he said, his voice steady now. "I’m saying it because it’s the truth. And because I’m tired of pretending like it doesn’t matter."

Your throat felt tight, and you struggled to find the right words. The fear that had kept you silent for so long was still there, gnawing at the edges of your mind. But now, standing here with Baji, the storm raging outside, you realized that fear didn’t matter anymore.

"What if we ruin everything?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Baji’s expression softened, and he took a cautious step closer. "What if we don’t?" he countered. "What if this is worth it?"

The vulnerability in his voice broke something inside you, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, throwing your arms around him.

Baji froze for a moment, caught off guard, but then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. He smelled like smoke and winter, and you buried your face in his chest, letting out a shaky breath.

"I’m scared," you admitted again, your voice muffled against him.

"I know," he said quietly, resting his chin on top of your head. "Me too."

The storm outside howled, but inside the cabin, it felt like the two of you were in your own little world. Baji’s arms tightened around you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight on your chest began to lift.

"I don’t know what’s going to happen," you said softly, pulling back just enough to look up at him.

"Neither do I," he admitted, a small, wry smile tugging at his lips. "But we’ll figure it out."

His words made something inside you ache, but it wasn’t fear—it was hope.

"You promise?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

Baji nodded, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah," he said firmly. "I promise."

For the first time since you’d woken up, you felt like you could breathe.

Baji’s promise hung in the air between you, his dark eyes locked onto yours. The tension that had simmered all night finally snapped, leaving a stillness that felt heavier than the storm outside.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, you reached up, your hand brushing against his cheek, your touch hesitant but lingering. His breath hitched, and you felt him lean into your touch just slightly, as if he were afraid to want it too much.

"Baji..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, his hand came up to cover yours, his calloused fingers warm against your skin. His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest.

Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, the space between you narrowing until his forehead rested lightly against yours. "Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "If you don’t want this...tell me to stop."

You couldn’t. You didn’t want to. Instead, you tilted your head just slightly, your breath mingling with his as you closed the distance.

When his lips met yours, it was slow—tentative, almost unsure. But the hesitation didn’t last long. The kiss deepened, growing fiercer, more desperate, as if the storm inside you both had finally found its outlet.

Baji’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair. The warmth of his touch, the intensity of his kiss—it was overwhelming, consuming. The world outside the cabin seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other.

His lips moved against yours with a fiery urgency, as though he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than either of you had admitted. When he pulled back, just slightly, it was only to catch his breath, his forehead still pressed against yours.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper.

You let out a shaky laugh, your hands still resting on his shoulders. "I might have some idea."

He grinned, that lopsided, mischievous smile that always managed to make your heart skip a beat. But there was something softer in his eyes now, something vulnerable that made your chest ache.

"Guess being stuck here wasn’t so bad after all," he said, his thumb brushing gently against your waist.

You smiled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "No," you said quietly, your voice steady now. "It wasn’t bad at all."

The fire crackled in the hearth, the storm howling outside, but all you could feel was Baji’s warmth, his touch, his presence. And for the first time in a long time, the fear and uncertainty faded away, replaced by something far stronger.

Hope.

That hope was accompanied by a new kind of tension when you heard him murmur, "Guess we’ve got some time to kill... and it’s just the two of us."

The way his hands slid down to rest firmly on your hips, his thumbs brushing your sides, sent a shiver through you. His tone was casual, but the look in his eyes told a different story—dark and intent, like he was daring you to close the distance again.

Your cheeks flushed, and you let out a nervous laugh, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. "Baji, seriously?"

"What?" he said, his voice low, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "I’m just saying. We’re stuck here. Might as well... make the most of it."

The suggestive edge to his words made your heart race, and you could feel the heat creeping up your neck. But there was no mistaking the tenderness in his touch or the way his gaze softened when he looked at you.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, though you didn’t pull away.

"And you’re not denying it," he shot back, leaning in just enough for his nose to brush yours.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. "Guess we’ll see how long this storm lasts."

His grin widened, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he tightened his grip just slightly, grounding you in the moment. And as the firelight flickered around you, the storm raging beyond the walls, you couldn’t deny that being trapped here didn’t seem so bad after all.

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jaykaysthicthighs · 7 months ago

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drunken actions? | jjk

excerpt | going to a party, trying to have fun, taking your worries away... sounds like the best night... right?

warnings | smut, fluff, angst?, porn with plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, unprotective sex, jk does not have pull out game, kind of rough sex, slight dirty talk, deep talks, slight age gap, jk being a tease but also has a protective possessive side, reader being impulsive and kind of stupid, jealous jk, upset jk, sad reader but she's just human, maybe more?

wc | 10.8K +

You held up the shimmering midnight blue dress, letting it drape from your fingertips. You examined it in the mirror, tilting your head from side to side with a pensive expression. “Too much? Or just enough?” You asked, a playful gleam in your eyes as you looked over at Luna, who was sprawled across the bed surrounded by a chaotic sea of makeup products, jewelry, and about three outfits that had already been vetoed.

Luna squinted, tapping her chin with a sparkly lavender nail. “It’s just enough if we’re aiming for ‘sophisticated mystery’ but too much if we’re trying for ‘girl next door,’” she replied thoughtfully, then burst out laughing at her own over-analysis. “No, ____, it’s perfect. That shade was basically made for you.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, feeling a bit of warmth rise to your cheeks at the compliment. “You really think so?” You pressed the dress to your frame, examining how the deep blue complimented your skin tone and brought out the brightness in your eyes. You weren’t usually one for glamorous parties— preferred cozy nights in with Luna, watching movies and critiquing each other’s style choices from the comfort of your couch. But tonight was different. It was the last big summer party before everyone scattered off to college, and you had finally been convinced to go all out.

“You look like a goddess,” Luna declared dramatically, throwing one of her own shirts over her shoulder like a diva. “Now sit down and let me do your makeup.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were still figuring out what you’re wearing?”

Luna shrugged. “I can multitask. Besides, you’re my canvas for tonight.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come on. We’re going bold.”

With a sigh that was more playful than genuine, you sat down, giving yourself over to Luna’s artistry. Luna was a whiz with makeup; she could transform even the most tired, “I’ve-been-studying-all-night” face into something fresh and fierce. You closed her eyes as Luna started dabbing foundation on her skin, her fingers light and precise.

“Did you see who texted in the group chat about the party?” Luna asked, a mischievous note in her voice. “Your favorite tall, dark, and brooding might just be there.” You opened one eye, feigning indifference. “Who, Adam?”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Yes, Adam! I’m telling you; he’s into you. That time you spilled coffee on him was fate, ____!”

You snorted, trying not to smudge the makeup Luna was carefully applying. “Right. Fate. Or just really bad luck. He didn’t exactly look thrilled when he was trying to wipe espresso off his shirt.”

“But he looked at you, didn’t he?” Luna smirked. “That’s basically the first step to falling in love.”

“I don’t think him shooting me a death glare counts as looking at me in that way, Lu,” you replied, though you couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at your lips. Truthfully, Adam had been looking at you a lot in class recently, and maybe you weren’t as immune to his mysterious charm as you pretended to be.

Might be evil to say but you just really loved the attention he was giving you. You loved the feeling of knowing that someone might be interested in little ol’ you. Deep down the only one you have eyes on is a certain someone.

“Oh, come on. Live a little! Tonight’s your night,” Luna said, dusting a soft rose blush onto your cheeks. “You’re finally going to let people see the real ____—well, the glamorous version of the real ____. No hoodies, no messy buns. Just…goddess.”

You shook your head, laughing. “Okay, okay, I’ll try to live up to this new title you’ve given me. But you know I’m only doing this because you asked me to come.”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend,” Luna said with a grin, now moving on to eyeshadow. She took a deep breath and held up two palettes, one a shimmering bronze, the other a bold, smoky grey. “All right, do we want ‘smoky siren’ or ‘golden glow’? What vibe are we channeling?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Let’s do the smoky look. If I’m going to try this whole ‘mysterious’ thing, I might as well commit.”

Luna’s eyes sparkled with approval. “Love it. You’re going to be unstoppable tonight.”

As Luna layered the shades onto your eyelids, you guys fell into an easy silence, the only sound being the light scrape of brushes and the occasional clink of products being moved around. Outside, the sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow into the room and adding to the cozy, excited atmosphere. It felt almost surreal that this might be one of the last times you two would have a night like this.

“So, what about you?” You asked, opening your eyes when Luna gave you the go-ahead. “What are you wearing, Miss Indecisive?”

Luna shrugged, looking a little sheepish. “I…honestly can’t decide. Part of me wants to go full-on fairy princess, with the glitter and the whole nine yards. But then…I kind of want to wear something edgy. Leather jacket, combat boots—you know, ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes.”

You tilted her head, studying your friend. “Why not both?”

Luna’s eyebrows shot up. “Both? How do you mean?”

“Well, like…a dress that’s flowy but maybe pair it with the combat boots and a jacket? Sort of like…an ethereal rebel look?”

Luna gasped, her eyes lighting up. “____! You’re a genius!” She leaped up, racing over to her closet and rummaging through it with newfound energy. “This is exactly what I needed. Why didn’t I think of that?”

You chuckled. “Because that’s what I’m here for.”

With a flurry of motion, Luna tossed clothes around, holding up a pale, shimmery dress that fell just above her knees. She then slipped her black combat boots onto her feet and threw a leather jacket over her shoulder, inspecting herself in the mirror with a satisfied smile.

“What do we think?” Luna asked, twirling to show you.

Your face split into a grin. “Perfect. You look like a fairy who can throw a punch.”

“Exactly the vibe I was going for,” Luna replied, giving you a wink. “Now we’re both set to make an impression.”

You both stood there for a moment, admiring each other’s outfits, and you felt a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. You’d been friends with Luna since elementary school, and it was strange to think about how much you’d both grown. In just a few months, you two will be in different cities, different lives—but for tonight, you’re here together, ready to take on the world—or at least the party.

A text buzzed on your phone, and you glanced down to see that it was from Adam.

“Speak of the devil,” you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Luna leaned over, peeking at the message. “He wants to know if you’re coming. Oh my gosh, ____! He is into you!”

You playfully nudged her away. “He probably just wants to make sure I’m not going to spill anything on him again.”

“Or,” Luna said, drawing out the word, “he’s hoping to see you in that stunning dress. But whatever helps you sleep at night.”

With one last glance in the mirror, you took a deep breath. “All right, let’s do this. For you, for me, and for whatever happens tonight.

Luna looped her arm through yours as you guys made your way to the door, grinning from ear to ear. “And remember: we’re unstoppable.”

As you two headed out, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and purple, like the start of a brand new chapter. The night awaited for you, and for once, you felt ready for whatever it had in store.

You had barely stepped outside when you spotted Adam’s car idling at the curb, his familiar black Sedan parked beneath the streetlight. Luna wasted no time, hustling her out the door and onto the sidewalk, where she proceeded to yank open the passenger door.

“Shotgun!” Luna announced loudly, ignoring the bewildered look Adam threw her way.

You blinked. “Uh, don’t you want the front?”

“Nope. Tonight is your destiny or something, remember?” She gave you a grin and then leaned her head into the back window, spotting their friend Jamie already lounging in the backseat.

Adam looked over, seeming slightly surprised when you slid into the passenger seat. His gaze flicked over your outfit, pausing a moment on your face before he turned his attention back to the road. “Hey.”

“Hi,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his stare. You buckled yourself in, sneaking a quick glance his way as he shifted in his seat.

In the back, Luna had already launched into a conversation with Jamie, loudly recounting some scandalous story from last weekend. You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath, knowing Luna’s flair for exaggeration.

Adam glanced over. “Something funny?" You shook your head, still smiling. “Just…Luna. She’s already got a whole audience back there.”

Adam smirked, one hand relaxed on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift. “She’s got a talent for that.”

It fell into a silence, one that you wished felt more natural. You fiddled with the fabric of your dress, stealing a quick glance at him as he kept his eyes on the road. He looked good, dressed in a black button-up rolled at the sleeves. Your heart beat a little faster, and you cursed yourself for getting flustered.

It was just Adam, after all.

“So…any big plans after graduation?” he asked after a moment, his voice low and casual.

“Uh, kind of.” You shrugged, keeping your tone light. “Probably moving to the city. I got into a program out there.”

“Nice. That’s ambitious.” He looked over at you, a flash of something almost…impressed? in his expression. “Bet you’ll do well.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, meeting his gaze before looking back out the window. “What about you?”

“Sticking around for a bit,” he replied, his voice quieter. “I’ve got some things to figure out here first.” He cleared his throat, and you thought you saw his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.

Another silence settled between you two, this one feeling heavier, like words were hovering just out of reach. You glanced over, your eyes tracing the sharp angle of his jawline, wondering if he felt the same unspoken weight hanging between them.

In the backseat, Luna and Jamie were now fully immersed in a debate over which horror movies were “actually scary” versus just “cheap jump scares.”

“You know…” Adam’s voice broke your thoughts. “I, uh, almost didn’t come tonight. Figured it might be lame.”

“Oh, same,” you admitted with a laugh. “But Luna can be pretty damn persuasive.”

“Yeah, she’s like a little hurricane.” His lips curved up. “Always manages to rope people into her plans.”

You nodded, staring out the window at the blur of lights as they passed street after street. But your mind kept drifting—you couldn’t help it. Every now and then, Luna mentioned her brother, Jungkook, and your heart had an annoying habit of doing little flips at the thought of him. Even though he’d been a constant part of your life growing up as Luna’s older brother, it was only in the past year that you started looking at him differently. Not that you’d ever admit it.

Still, as they neared the party, your heart raced at the possibility of seeing him. You caught yourself imagining what he’d be wearing, how he’d probably give you one of those teasing smirks of his that made you want to punch him—or maybe kiss him. Ugh. You weren’t even sure anymore.

Adam glanced over, as if he could read your thoughts. “You seem kind of…lost in your head there,” he said, a teasing glint in his eye.

You rolled her eyes. “What, are you psychoanalyzing me now?”

He grinned. “Just noticing things. You keep fidgeting with your dress. Nervous?”

You snorted. “Nervous about what? This is just a party, Adam.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” he replied, his voice taking on a soft, amused tone. “But you don’t seem as…excited as I thought you’d be.”

You raised a brow, trying to deflect. “You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

He shrugged, a little smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve got a guess or two. You’re not as quiet as people think.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time you felt a tiny smile tugging at your lips. “Keep guessing, then. Maybe someday you’ll get it right.”

He chuckled softly, turning back to the road, but he seemed pleased with your answer. It was…nice. For the first time all night, the silence between them felt comfortable, like you guys found some kind of rhythm.

In the backseat, Luna finally noticed the lull in the front and leaned forward, poking her head between the two front seats. “So! What are we chatting about up here? Already planning our futures?”

Adam gave her a side-eye. “Just small talk, Luna. Don’t get too excited.”

Luna laughed. “Sure, sure. Just remember, ____, he only talks about ‘small talk’ with people he actually likes. And who wouldn’t, right? Adam here is a catch.” She winked dramatically, making Adam groan.

“Luna, you’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but a hint of a smile betrayed his irritation.

You just laughed, nudging Luna back. “Why don’t you go back to convincing Jamie that horror movies aren’t the worst?”

“Hey, they’re cultural masterpieces!” Luna shot back with a grin before retreating to the back, resuming her lively debate.

As they neared the party, your pulse picked up. You weren’t sure if it was because of Adam’s lingering glances or because of the hope that, somewhere in the crowd, you’d run into Jungkook. God, you hated how your thoughts kept returning to him, but you couldn’t help it. There was just something about him—something you hadn’t quite figured out yet but couldn’t ignore.

Adam parked, looking over at you one last time as he turned off the engine. “Well…ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, feeling a little spark of adrenaline as you met his gaze.

The house was already packed, pulsing with music and lights that turned everything into a haze of neon colors. As you stepped through the doorway, your senses were immediately overwhelmed—laughter, people talking over the beat of the music, a faint scent of spilled drinks, and perfume. You felt the bass thudding under your feet, echoing through your body. Luna practically squealed in excitement beside you, squeezing your arm.

“This is it! Our last summer party!” Luna grinned, her eyes wide and glittering. “Let’s go find the others!”

You nodded, looking around for any familiar faces as they navigated through the throng of people. Almost everyone you knew from high school was here—even college students, dressed up and ready to party the night away. The mix of excitement and nostalgia was infectious, and you felt your nerves slowly morphing into a strange kind of thrill.

As you reached the backyard, you spotted a few of your friends near the back. Adam leaned over, raising an eyebrow at you. “Drink?”

“Sure,” you replied, trying to sound casual even though you still felt a bit on edge. The idea of standing around awkwardly while you waited made you fidgety. “Just don’t take too long.”

Adam chuckled. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He offered you a quick wink before slipping away toward the kitchen.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Luna nudged you. “Now that we’re free from Adam’s intense vibes for a second, let’s hit the dance floor! Jamie, come on!” she called, grabbing both yours hands and pulling them through a dense patch of dancing strangers.

The dance floor had spilled out into the living room, where people swayed and shouted along to the music. Luna was instantly in her element, moving to the beat as if she’d been born for it, her laughter rising above the noise. Jamie grinned and joined in, his moves loose and carefree. You couldn’t help but smile; the mood was contagious, and you could feel your nerves slowly start to melt away.

But you were still holding back, moving just enough to blend in. Luna noticed, of course, and gave you an exasperated look.

“Seriously, ___?” Luna shouted over the music, throwing her hands up. “This is not the time to be shy. Let loose, babe! It’s a party, not a dentist’s appointment.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Easy for you to say! You were born with party energy.”

“Damn right!” Luna grabbed your shoulders, shaking you playfully. “So, channel me, okay? Forget who’s around and just…have fun.”

You sighed but gave in, starting to move a little more, letting your body feel the beat. Luna was right. You were here to have a good time, not to stay on the sidelines. Slowly, you felt yourself relax, matching your friends’ energy and letting the music take over. You laughed at Jamie’s terrible dance moves and even twirled with Luna, both of them dissolving into fits of laughter when they stumbled.

A few minutes went by, each song blending into the next, the lights flashing brighter as more people crowded onto the makeshift dance floor. You were finally letting go, feeling the energy of the crowd pull you in. You closed your eyes, laughing as Luna gave you an exaggerated spin. You felt free, almost giddy.

But then you heard Luna shout, “Fuck!” in a way that was way too loud, even over the music.

Your eyes snapped open, your heart pounding as you whipped around, trying to see what had happened. Luna’s gaze was fixed on the lounge area across the yard, where a group of people were gathered on a set of plush couches, laughing and clinking their drinks together. And right in the center, casually leaning back with a beer in his hand, was Jungkook.

He looked annoyingly good tonight—black jeans, a fitted t-shirt, and that confident posture he always carried around, like he knew the whole world was watching him. His hair was slightly messy, framing his face in a way that made him look both effortless and annoyingly put-together, his tattoos giving him a more sexy appeal. A couple of his friends were there too, all of them laughing and chatting, oblivious to the girls’ attention.

“Luna!” You hissed, elbowing her. “What was that for?”

“Uh, sorry, but…look at him!” Luna whispered back, her tone hovering between disbelief and delight. “I didn’t think he was coming!”

You tried to shrug casually, though your heart was pounding now for an entirely different reason. “So what? He’s just hanging out.”

Luna gave her a look, one that said she didn’t believe your attempt at nonchalance for a second. “Uh-huh, just hanging out. Right, ____. You’ve only been staring at him every chance you get for, like, a year. It’s disgusting. I don’t like it.”

You knew how much Luna disliked the fact you have a crush on her older brother; expressed it whenever she can. Still you couldn’t help it.

“Shut up,” You muttered, turning your gaze away, but it was too late. You’d already looked.

And unfortunately, Jungkook looked up right at that moment. His dark eyes landed on you across the yard, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he held your gaze. He didn’t wave or anything—no, that would be too simple. He just watched you with that familiar, slightly teasing expression, like he was fully aware of what effect he had on people.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you quickly looked away, trying to play it cool. But inside, you could feel your stomach doing flips.

Luna grimaced, nudging you. “Wow, did you see the way he looked at you? I swear, he’s practically daring you to go over there.”

“Oh, please.” You shook your head, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “He’s just messing with me. You know how he is.”

“Exactly! He’s messing with you because he knows you like him. It’s obvious, ____. And the way you react… you’re feeding into his ugly ego.” Luna said while keeping her face painted with disgust.

You scoffed, “I’m not obvious is the slightest! Plus you don’t have to worry Luna, I’m never gonna involve myself with him. I know his reputation.”

Before Luna could respond, Adam reappeared with a few drinks balanced in his hands. He looked between you and Luna, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, everything good here? You two look like you’re having a bad time.”

Luna sighed and grabbed her drink. “Just giving ____ a little pep talk. We spotted her crush.”

You glared at Luna, who just smirked. “Can we not?” You mumbled, taking a sip from your drink to hide your embarrassment.

Adam shot you a questioning look, his brow furrowing. “Crush?”

“Nothing. Ignore her,” you said, waving him off, though you couldn’t help but glance back at the lounge area. Jungkook was still there, laughing with his friends, looking more comfortable than anyone had a right to at a crowded backyard party.

You tried to shake it off, forcing yourself back into the moment. Adam gave you a strange look but seemed to drop it, nudging you drink up with a grin. “Well, here’s to surviving the last big summer party.”

You clinked glasses, and you laughed, feeling a little rush as the alcohol warmed you. The night was young, and you were determined not to overthink it.

Luna caught your eye with a knowing smile, mouthing, “It’s your night,” hinting towards Adam before dragging Jamie back onto the dance floor, their laughter echoing over the music. Adam leaned against the wall next to you, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes scanning the room.

For a moment, you just stood there, taking it all in. The laughter, the music, the lights, and—yes—the magnetic pull of Jungkook across the room. You didn’t know what would happen tonight, but you could feel something in the air, something that made your pulse quicken.

You glanced up at Adam, who was watching you with a slight, unreadable smile. And as your eyes drifted back to the lounge, where Jungkook caught your gaze once more, you knew one thing: this was a night you wouldn’t forget.

You sat slouched on the wooden bench by the backyard fence, completely spent from dancing and the drinks you had. The fresh night air felt cool against your flushed cheeks, but your head was spinning, and every sound around you seemed louder, funnier, somehow more ridiculous. You leaned back, looking up at the sky, watching the stars blur together with a silly smile on your face.

The party had been in full swing for well over an hour now, and almost everyone was in some state of inebriation, yourself included. Luna had been her usual chaotic self on the dance floor, and Jamie—well, he’d ended up with a girl in the corner of the yard, the two of them lost in their own little world. You squinted over at them, your muddled mind wondering how they’d managed to avoid collapsing given how unsteady Jamie had looked earlier.

Adam, meanwhile, was stuck inside, helping some friend of theirs who had clearly gone a little too hard with the drinks. You couldn’t remember who it was. You were just grateful it wasn’t you…or so you thought.

You sat there, giggling to yourself about nothing in particular, when you felt a light flick against your ear. The unexpected sensation made you jump, and you gasped dramatically, flinging yourself off the bench and landing on the grass in a clumsy heap.

“Oh my god,” you slurred, your eyes wide as you looked up at your surprise attacker.

Jungkook stood above you, his face twisted in laughter as he shook his head. “Damn, ____. You okay down there?” He extended a hand, his grin only widening when you tried to pout at him.

“Not funny!” You grumbled, though your lips were betraying you with a smile. “You scared me!”

“Didn’t think you’d, you know, throw yourself on the ground,” he chuckled, pulling you up with surprising ease. He looked you over with a smirk. “You’re a fucking mess.”

“Rude,” you mumbled, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably. Your head spun as you stood, and you swayed a little, gripping onto his arm for balance.

Jungkook snickered, steadying you. “How many drinks did you have?”

You waved your hand dismissively, squinting as you tried to remember. “Uh…not that many,” you muttered. “Just…enough to feel very nice.”

“Right,” he said, amused. “You’re fucking wasted, aren’t you?”

“I’m…no.” You shook your head, then immediately regretted it as the world seemed to tilt. You squinted up at him, struggling to focus. “Why do you care anyway? Don’t you have…people to hang out with?”

He just rolled his eyes, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, sure, all those people I don’t care about half as much as my little sister’s friend who can’t stay on her feet for more than two seconds.”

You snorted, trying to look offended but failing miserably. “Oh, well, when you put it like that, it sounds terrible.”

He smirked, nudging your shoulder as you stood there, the night buzzing around you guys. You leaned against the fence, trying to get comfortable, but you could feel yourself swaying again, as if even the ground was a little too tipsy to stand still tonight.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, your mind jumping tracks as you looked around the yard with a wide-eyed, drunken curiosity. “Where’s Luna?”

He raised an eyebrow, glancing over his shoulder. “Last I saw, she was—oh, never mind. There she is.” He nodded toward the opposite side of the yard, where Luna was currently locked in a passionate kiss with some guy you didn’t recognize.

“Of course,” Jungkook muttered, rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “She’s always gotta make a scene.”

You giggled, watching your best friend with a lopsided grin. “She’s…she’s like a movie star, right? She’s like…uh, what’s her name…Marilyn…Monsoon or something…”

“Yeah, Marilyn Monsoon,” Jungkook snickered, humoring you as you stumbled over your words. “Shit, you really are out of it.”

You shot him a dramatic glare, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Whatever. I know things.” You paused, your brow furrowing as if you were solving a great mystery. “Like, did you know—wait. Never mind. I forgot.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, let’s sit you down before you decide to spill the secrets of the universe out here.”

You sighed, letting him guide you back to the bench. The world felt so wobbly, but with his hand steadying you, you somehow felt a little less like you were floating away.

But as soon as you sat down, your stomach gave a lurch, and you grimaced. “Um…Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” he said, looking at you with mild concern.

“I don’t…I don’t feel so good,” you mumbled, gripping the edge of the bench and taking a deep breath. You pushed yourself up, wobbling on your feet, determined to get to the bathroom on your own. “I’ll…I’ll just go to the…”

But before you could finish your sentence, your foot caught on nothing in particular, and you tripped forward, stumbling wildly. Your hands shot out to steady yourself, but your balance was shot, and your face twisted in frustration.

“Why do my stupid shoes want me to fall?” You cried, feeling a wave of frustration bubble up inside you. “They’re trying to betray me!”

Jungkook watched you in amusement, a small chuckle escaping as he steadied you once more. “Your shoes, huh?”

You nodded vehemently, your face scrunching up as you blinked back unexpected tears. “Yeah, they hate me. I just wanna go to the bathroom, but they’re being so mean!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, trying not to laugh as he slipped an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you to the bathroom before your shoes take you out completely.”

You leaned into him, still muttering under your breath about the unfairness of it all as he guided you carefully inside. The noise from the party grew louder as you stepped back into the house, people weaving in and out of rooms, and music thudding through the walls. You stumbled a few more times, clinging to Jungkook as he practically carried you down the hall.

Finally, you reached the bathroom, and Jungkook pushed open the door. “Alright, here we are.”

You stared at the sink as if it were some great mystery, your expression one of pure concentration. You clutched the counter, your gaze drifting back to him with a slightly dazed look. “Thank you,” you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper. “You’re like…my hero or something.”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, don’t mention it. Just…splash some water on your face, okay? I’ll be outside.”

He gave you a small, reassuring smile before stepping out, closing the door gently behind him. Inside, you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you turned on the tap. The cold water against your skin helped clear your head a bit, though you still felt that warm, dizzy buzz in the back of your mind.

As you looked at your reflection, you let out a sigh, a silly, lopsided smile creeping onto your face. “Well,” you mumbled to yourself, “at least Jungkook’s a good sport about all this…”

After a few moments, you turned off the tap, bracing yourself for the world outside the bathroom. When you opened the door, Jungkook was waiting, his expression softening as he looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“Feeling any better?”

You gave a half-hearted nod, the tipsy glow still lingering but softened. “Yeah. Thanks for…you know, rescuing me.”

He just shrugged, his gaze warm as he watched you. “Hey, what are friends for?”

But his smile held a softness you hadn’t noticed before, and for a split second, you forgot all about the dizzying effects of the drinks. You felt your pulse quicken, your gaze lingering on him a little longer than it should have. And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else, but in that moment, you didn’t mind if he were to hold you down and show you a great time.

You followed Jungkook back out to the backyard, feeling steadier and clearer now after freshening up. The night air helped you feel grounded, and you took a deep breath, savoring the coolness on your skin.

Jungkook gave you a little wave before heading over to his friends, where he was quickly wrapped up in their loud laughter and drinks. He looked so at ease, leaning back with that effortless charm he had, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness.

It was just Jungkook-Luna's older brother, the same guy who teased you endlessly. But in moments like these, when he was surrounded by people who seemed to adore him, you were reminded of just how...out of reach he felt. Like he was on a different level, someone you couldn't quite imagine yourself with, even if you wanted to.

Shaking yourself, you looked around for Adam.

Adam, you thought, was exactly what you needed right now-fun, laid-back, and most importantly, actually interested in you. You spotted him standing off to the side downing a beer and laughing with a couple of their mutual friends. Feeling a surge of confidence, you walked up to him and tapped him on the arm.

"Hey, wanna dance?" You asked, flashing him a playful grin.

He looked down at you with a glint in his eye, taking one last swig of his drink before setting it aside. "You read my mind," he said, holding out his hand and leading you to the makeshift dance floor where the music was thumping.

You started moving together, falling into an easy rhythm as falling into an easy rhythm as the music pulsed around you.

At first, you were just laughing, swaying to the beat, but after a few songs, the mood started to shift. Adam's hands found your waist, pulling you in closer, and you didn't resist, letting yourself get caught up in the thrill of the moment. His hands were warm and steady, and you felt your own arms winding around his neck as your movements became more fluid, more in sync.

As the beat of the song slowed down, he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "You're really something, you know that?"

You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze, and smirked. "You're just figuring that out now?"

He chuckled, tightening his grip on your hips, and swayed closer. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only person there, and you liked the attention, the way he was openly drawn to you.

But just as you were getting lost in the moment, you caught a glimpse over his shoulder.

Jungkook was watching them, his face hard, his usual relaxed expression replaced by something unreadable. He didn't look away, holding your gaze with an intensity that made your heart stutter. You knew you could stop this, maybe pull away and go talk to him instead...but something stubborn and reckless inside you made you stay right where you were.

Without overthinking it, you leaned up and closed the distance between you and Adam, your lips pressing against his in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned deeper as he responded. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, and you let yourself get lost in it, enjoying the thrill of his touch and the heat between them. Your heart raced, and you could feel your body pressing into his, your fingers curling into his hair as you moved in sync with the rhythm of the music around you.

"Let's...go somewhere quieter," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and inviting.

You nodded, letting him lead you through the crowded house until you found an empty room near the back. Once inside, he closed the door behind them, and in an instant, his arms were around you again, his lips finding yours with a hunger that made your heart race all over again. The quiet of the room made the moment feel even more intense, every touch amplified in the silence.

He backed you up against the wall, one of his hands slipping around your waist, the other threading into your hair as your lips met over and over again.

You felt his fingers slide up your back, pulling you closer until there was hardly any space left between you two, your pulse quickening at his touch. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake that made your breath hitch.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself savor the moment. But just as you were getting comfortable, his phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the quiet around you. He groaned, pulling back with a frustrated sigh.

"Hold on a sec," he muttered, fishing his phone out and glancing at the screen. You watched as his eyes widened slightly, and his expression shifted.

"Sorry," he said, wincing. "It's... my ex. She's going through something, and I-I need to take this. I'll...catch you later?"

Before you could even process his words, he was already stepping away, answering the call with a hurried apology before slipping out the door, leaving you alone in the dim room.

You stood there in stunned silence, your pulse still racing, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin. But now, that warmth turned cold as you realized what had just happened. You'd thought-maybe-that he'd actually liked you, that maybe this was something more than just a fleeting moment at a party. But instead, he'd left you at the drop of a hat for someone else, without a second thought.

Frustration and hurt bubbled up inside you, and you felt your throat tighten, a knot forming as you blinked back unexpected tears. You wanted to move past Jungkook, to forget how out of reach he seemed by having a good time with someone who wanted you. But maybe Adam hadn't wanted you any more than you wanted him; maybe you'd both just been looking for someone to fill the moment.

Taking a shaky breath, you sank down onto the edge of the bed, your mind spinning with a mix of anger and disappointment.

You sat on the edge of the bed, your mind racing with frustration and embarrassment. How could you have let yourself get so caught up with Adam, only for him to leave you like you were nothing? You gritted your teeth, feeling the sting of rejection simmering beneath your skin. Refusing to sit there feeling pathetic, you stood up with a sudden determination. You weren’t going to let him—or anyone else—make you feel this way.

With a deep breath, you smoothed your hair, squared your shoulders, and pushed the door open. As you stepped back out into the noise of the party, the beat of the music pounded against your chest, urging you forward. Without thinking twice, you grabbed a drink from a nearby table and downed it, savoring the sharp burn that chased your anger away, if only temporarily. You could feel your mind getting hazier, each sip blurring the lines of your frustration.

As the alcohol worked its way into your system, your inhibitions began to melt. You didn’t want to think about Adam, about Jungkook, or about how out of place you felt all night. You just wanted to lose yourself in the noise, in the movement. You drifted onto the dance floor, finding yourself in the middle of a group of strangers who welcomed you into their circle with easy smiles and laughter.

One of the guys—a tall, dark-haired stranger with a grin that matched your energy—reached for your hand, and you took it without hesitation. The two of them spun around, his hands guiding your hips as they moved to the beat. Another guy joined in, and soon you were sandwiched between them, laughing and moving without a care. The world around you blurred, the faces and lights mixing together as you danced, drink after drink passing through your hands.

You barely registered one of the voices near you—a voice you only faintly recognized—calling out, “Yo, ____’s totally gone. Somebody should get her a cab before she crashes or something.”

Jungkook, who had been laughing with his friends by the wall, snapped to attention. He turned toward the dance floor, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted you, swaying unsteadily, eyes glazed, and half-stumbling with every movement. His jaw tightened, and he immediately excused himself, pushing his way through the crowd toward you.

“Alright, enough,” he muttered, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you toward the exit.

You tried to resist, tugging your arm back, but your coordination was long gone. “L-let go of me,” you slurred, stumbling as he led you out of the house. “I—I was…dancing…”

“Yeah, and you were about two seconds from face-planting,” Jungkook snapped, steering you firmly out the door and toward his car. “What the hell were you thinking, ____? Do you even know how drunk you are right now?”

You squinted up at him, your expression one of defiance. “I—I was just having fun,” you managed, though the words came out garbled.

“Having fun? Dancing with random guys and drowning yourself in alcohol isn’t ‘fun,’ it’s reckless,” he shot back, opening the passenger door and guiding you in with a little too much force, though he was careful not to hurt you.

You gave a half-hearted push, trying to protest as he buckled you in, but all that came out were more incoherent words, your head lolling as you fought to keep your eyes open. The moment he got into the driver’s seat, he whipped out his phone, dialing Luna’s number.

“Where’s…Luna?” You mumbled, your head leaning back against the seat, eyes fluttering as you tried to focus on him.

“That’s exactly what I want to know,” he muttered under his breath, glancing down as the phone went straight to voicemail. He cursed softly, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Goddammit, Luna,” he muttered, his irritation growing as he shoved the phone back into his pocket.

Turning his attention back to you, he let out a long sigh, his jaw clenching as he tried to contain his anger. “____, you’re eighteen, not some clueless fucking kid. You should know better than to get this drunk when there’s no one looking out for you.”

You shrugged, giving a careless, almost taunting smile. “Why do you care anyway?”

“Because fucking someone has to, clearly,” he shot back, his tone harsher than he intended. He took a breath, forcing himself to stay calm as he pulled out of the driveway and started down the street. The drive to your place was at least half an hour, and there was no way he’d leave you on your own in this state.

“I was fine…” you muttered, crossing your arms and sinking deeper into the seat, though your words were slurred. “I was just…having a good time…”

He glanced over at you, his eyes narrowing. “You call that a good time? Stumbling around drunk, with people you don’t even know? Trust me, you’re lucky I got to you before someone else did.”

You rolled your eyes, though your head felt too heavy to keep it straight. “I don’t…need you to rescue me,” you grumbled, though your voice wavered, your bravado quickly slipping away.

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me,” he replied, his tone cold. “You’re acting like a damn child right now, ____. Eighteen doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to take care of yourself.... Fuck!”

Your mouth opened to protest, but you were too tired, too foggy to argue, so you just slumped further into the seat, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. Somewhere in your muddled mind, his words hit a sore spot, an ache you hadn’t realized you been ignoring all night.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Jungkook’s hands gripping the wheel tightly, his gaze fixed ahead. When you finally pulled up to his place, he turned off the engine and let out a heavy sigh before getting out and coming around to help you. You stumbled as you tried to get out, your legs feeling like jelly, and he caught you, his grip firm but gentle.

“Come on,” he muttered, guiding you up the steps to his apartment. Inside, the lights were dim, and he led you to the couch, helping you sit before grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen and setting it on the coffee table in front of you.

“Drink,” he instructed, crossing his arms as he stood over you, watching as you took a hesitant sip.

You avoided his gaze, your fingers fiddling with the glass as you mumbled, “You don’t…have to babysit me, you know.”

“No, but apparently someone has to,” he replied, his tone still sharp but softer than before. He sighed, running a hand over his face, looking tired and frustrated. “What were you even thinking tonight, ____? Getting that drunk, dancing with random guys… It’s like you wanted to make a mess out of everything.”

You didn’t answer, your face heating up with embarrassment and anger as you set the glass down, unable to meet his eyes. You came here looking for a good time, hoping to forget about everything that had been bothering you, but instead, you ended up right here, feeling like an idiot in front of him.

He watched you for a moment, his gaze softening slightly as he took in your slumped posture, the tired, vulnerable look in your eyes. “Look, I get it. You wanted to have fun. But…you have to take care of yourself too, alright? This isn’t you, ____.”

You looked up, meeting his gaze finally, your throat tightening at the concern you saw in his eyes, even through his frustration. For a moment, you wanted to tell him everything, to explain how you felt out of place, how you tried to lose yourself in the party, in Adam, in anything that made you forget how small you felt all night. But the words caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod, the weight of your exhaustion finally settling over her.

Jungkook let out a long sigh, moving to sit beside you on the couch. He reached over, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Just…promise me you won’t pull something like this again. You’re better than that.”

You nodded again.

You sat there, your head leaning back against the couch, eyes growing heavier with each passing moment. The quiet between you and Jungkook felt charged, almost tangible, like there was something you should say but couldn’t quite find the courage. You took a shaky breath, your voice barely above a whisper as the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I…like you, Jungkook,” you murmured, your heart pounding in your chest as soon as the confession left your lips.

The moment you realized what you said, a rush of embarrassment flooded your cheeks. You wanted to take it back, to laugh it off as some drunk mistake, but Jungkook didn’t give you that out. He just watched you with a soft, knowing expression, a small, amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I kind of figured.”

Your cheeks flushed even more, and you buried your face in your hands. “Oh, god, I can’t believe I said that,” you mumbled, your voice muffled.

He chuckled softly, nudging you with his shoulder. “Relax, ____. It’s not like it was a big secret. You’re very easy read. Plus, you don't know how amusing you are.”

You peeked out from between your fingers, still mortified but also grateful that he wasn’t laughing at you. Instead, he just sat there, watching you with a calm that felt grounding in your swirling haze of embarrassment. You dropped your hands, sighing as you slumped back, finally letting yourself relax again.

The confession, now out in the open, loosened you up, and you found yourself spilling everything about what had happened with Adam. You told him how Adam had left you alone, how he’d made you feel disposable, like just another girl he could cast aside at the slightest distraction. With every word, you felt the ache in your chest grow, and when you looked at Jungkook, you saw a familiar fire simmering in his eyes, his jaw tight with barely restrained anger.

“I can’t believe he did that to you,” Jungkook muttered, his voice low and edged with a protectiveness that made your heart clench. “He’s a damn idiot.”

“It already happened, Jungkook,” you murmured, giving him a weak smile. “It doesn’t matter now. Let’s just…leave it in the past.”

But you could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands were clenched tightly in his lap. He looked ready to storm out the door and find Adam himself. When he finally looked at you, his gaze softened, and he reached up, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t deserve that, ____,” he said quietly, his voice full of a gentle warmth. “You deserve someone who actually sees you, not someone who’s just looking for a quick thrill.”

Something in his tone, in the way he looked at you, made your heart flutter, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, tentative, and you felt him freeze, caught off guard. You immediately pulled back, your cheeks burning as you realized what you just done.

Jungkook looked at you, surprise evident on his face, and he gently placed his hands on your shoulders, steady but firm. “____,” he said slowly, his voice calm but cautious, “what…what are you doing?”

You swallowed, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you didn’t pull away from him. “I just…I just want to feel wanted, Jungkook. Especially by you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, vulnerability shining in your eyes.

He took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he looked at you. “____, you’re drunk. You don’t really know what you’re saying right now.”

“But I do,” you insisted, your words soft but certain. “Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Being drunk…It’s just giving me the confidence to finally say it. And to show you how I feel.”

Jungkook let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, looking torn. His gaze softened, full of conflicting emotions as he studied you, a gentle concern clouding his eyes. “____… I’m four years older than you. I’m your best friend’s brother. This…this isn’t something I can take lightly, you know? And with you being like this…” He shook his head, his voice trailing off.

You looked down, your heart sinking a bit as you processed his words. But you couldn’t shake the feeling, the ache in your chest that had been there for so long. “I know it’s complicated,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I can’t ignore it. Not anymore.”

He sighed again, this time softer, more thoughtful, as he gently took your hand, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles against your skin. “Listen,” he began, his voice low and steady. “What you’re feeling…that’s real. And I won’t lie when I say that you definitely take over my mind when I don’t want you to,” he admitted, his gaze dropping as if admitting it aloud was somehow a betrayal. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you. Especially not like this.”

Your heart fluttered at his admission, and you felt a glimmer of hope spark within you, despite the exhaustion and the haze of the night. He cared. He genuinely cared. And that was more than you could’ve asked for.

Jungkook took a breath, squeezing your hand lightly as he looked at you, his gaze soft and steady. “For now, let’s just…get you some rest. And tomorrow, when you’re sober, we’ll talk. Really talk. But tonight, you need to get some sleep.”

Without wanting to end the night, you built up the courage and climbed on top of his lap. Jungkook looked at you with astonishment. “____, stop.” He firmly said. His hands gripped your waist trying to contain any more movement.

"I thought we'd talk in the morning," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. You could feel his warm breath on your lips, and it took everything in you not to kiss him right then and there. But you had already taken a leap of faith, and you weren't about to back down now.

With a determined glint in your eyes, your slender legs started hugging his muscular thighs. You placed your soft hands on his broad chest, feeling the ink of his tattoos beneath your hot palms. Leaning close, you whispered, "I don't want to wait anymore, Jungkook. I want you."

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly at your forwardness, but he didn't resist. Instead, his hands tightened their grip on your waist, pulling you closer. "What are you doing to me, ____? What will become of me when I do this?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Your heart pounding in your chest. Your hands gently cupped his beautiful face. "I want you, Jungkook. I want you and everything you have to give me. Just figure it out afterwards." your voice steady despite your nerves. And then you claimed his lips in a hungry kiss.

Your mouths moved in perfect sync, tongues dancing and exploring. Jungkook's hands roamed over your body, cupping your curves possessively. He slid his hands under your shirt, his fingers tracing the bare skin of your smooth lower back. His every touch makes you arch with a heavenly feeling. You moaned into his mouth, the sound fueling his passion.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook nipped at your jawline, sending shivers down your body. "We should slow down," he breathed, his words contradicting the urgency in his touch.

"No," You panted, your hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his warm skin. "I know you want this just as badly as I do. I don't want to wait anymore, Jungkook. Please..."

He groaned, surrendering to your demand. With swift movements, he lifted you, and you both stood, never breaking the embrace. "Fuck... this blue dress is doing things to me... to bad it's getting off your gorgeous body." Jungkook's hands worked quickly, discarding your shirt, revealing your black lace bra and the swell of your breasts. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, before his fingers deftly unhooked the bra, setting you free.

Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and you felt a rush of excitement as Jungkook's eyes darkened with hunger. He bent his head, capturing one taut peak in his warm mouth, sucking gently. Your head fell back, hands tangling in his hair, encouraging him. His tongue teased and flicked, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, your voice breathless. "I need more..."

He chuckled, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver through you. "Impatient, are we?" He trailed kisses down your slick neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands traveled lower, sliding over your soft skin, past your navel, until he reached the waistband of your matching thong.

You gasped as his fingers stroked you through the damp fabric of your panties, finding the wetness between your thighs, His touch electric against your sensitive skin. "You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger.

"Please," you begged, your hips moving against his hand. "I want you inside me, Jungkook."

Jungkook's response was to lift you again, this time carrying you to the couch. He laid you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. The determination in his gaze sent a thrill through your body. You knew he was going to take control, and the thought excited you beyond measure.

He knelt between your thighs, his eyes raking over your exposed body. You felt a surge of power in your vulnerability, seeing the raw desire etched on his handsome face. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slid your pretty black thong down your legs, leaving you completely bared to his gaze.

Jungkook's breath hitched as he took in the sight of your glistening folds. "You're so beautiful," he rasped, his voice hoarse. He leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth, his tongue parting you tenderly.

You cried out, your hands gripping the cushions as he gifted you with long, slow strokes. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tasting you, sending you spiraling towards ecstasy. You bucked against his mouth, your hips moving in rhythm with his licks and sucks.

"Jungkook, I'm close!" you cried, your voice high and urgent.

He pulled away, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Not yet, little one" he darkly chuckled. "I want you to come with me inside you."

You whimpered, your body aching for release. You reached for him, your hands finding the button of his jeans. With trembling fingers, you undid his pants, eager to free him from the confines of his clothing.

Jungkook rose above you, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed his jeans down his thighs, revealing his impressive erection. Your breath caught at the sight of him, thick and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum.

"Touch me," he commanded, his voice rough with need.

Your fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. Jungkook hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Fuck, ____," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly.

You smiled, a mix of shyness and newfound confidence. "Do you like that?" you asked, your voice low and sultry.

"Fuck yes," he lowered, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading your legs wider. "But I want to feel you around me."

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your wet, hot center. Your breath caught, anticipation mingling with a hint of nervousness. You were about to be filled by this man, taken in a way you had only dreamed of.

Jungkook pushed forward, slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body stretching to accommodate him. You felt incredibly full, every nerve ending alive with sensation.

"Open your eyes, ____," Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse. "Look at me."

You obeyed, meeting his intense gaze. The vulnerability in your eyes only seemed to fuel his passion. He began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting back into you, filling you completely.

"Oh god," you moaned, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "You feel so good..."

Jungkook set a relentless pace, his hips snapping forward, driving into you again and again. His breath came in harsh gasps, his body glistening with sweat. You matched his rhythm, your nails digging into his skin, leaving marks that would remind you both of this moment.

"Harder," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, Jungkook, fuck me harder."

He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with your moans and gasps. Your pleasure built, coiling tighter with each thrust, until you were hovering on the edge of oblivion.

"I'm close," Jungkook grunted, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. "I'm so close, ____."

"Don't hold back," you panted, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "I want to feel you come, Jungkook. I want it all."

Your words sent him over the edge. With a guttural cry, Jungkook plunged into you, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm. You cried out, your body convulsing around him as your orgasm claimed you. You felt him spasm, his hot seed filling you, each pulse of his cock sending you even higher.

You rode the waves of your guy's pleasure together, your bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison. Jungkook collapsed onto the couch, his weight pressing you into the cushions, but you didn't mind. You ran your hands over his back, tracing the lines of his tattoos, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Shit!" Jungkook immediately went to grab his shirt and with speed but with gentleness wiped the white liquid spilling out from you. "I'm sorry, ____. I'll buy you Plan B!" he said with urgency.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him back on the couch with you. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill." Jungkook looked at you with surprised, "You fucking other people?"

"You fucking other people?" you questioned back.

You both lightly laughed and went back to reeling in about what just happened.

The room was soon then quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional creak of the bed as you shifted under the covers. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of what had just happened.

You glanced over at Jungkook, his broad shoulders leaning against the arm rest of the couch, the soft glow from the tableside lamp painting golden streaks across his skin. His dark hair was a mess, framing his face in a way that made your heart skip. He wasn’t looking at you, though. His gaze was fixed ahead, as if deep in thought, his jaw clenched slightly.

“So…” Your voice was small, hesitant. You weren’t even sure what you wanted to say, but the silence was starting to feel suffocating.

He turned his head toward you then, his brown doe eyes meeting yours. For a moment, you saw something flicker there—concern, maybe? Or guilt? It was hard to tell.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low, careful.

You nodded, “Yeah… I think so. I mean, I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He exhaled, a sound that was part relief and part something else entirely. “Good. That’s… good.”

The words felt heavy, like they were supposed to mean more than they did.

“I mean it, Jungkook.” You sat up a little, propping yourself on one elbow. “I’ve liked you for—well, for some time now. So, this wasn’t just some… drunk mistake for me.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension in his posture eased. “I know,” he murmured. “I’ve noticed.”

Your cheeks flushed. “You have?”

He gave a small, lopsided smile. “You’re not exactly subtle, ____.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Great. So, I’ve been embarrassing myself this whole time.”

“No, not like that.” He reached out, gently pulling your hands away from your face. His touch was warm, grounding. “It was… sweet. Kind of hard not to notice when you light up every time I walk into a room.”

“Ugh, you’re making it worse,” you muttered, but you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other, and it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. But then reality started to creep back in.

“This… complicates things,” Jungkook said, his tone more serious now.

You swallowed hard. “Because of Luna?”

He nodded. “She’s your best friend. And my sister. If she finds out about this, she’s going to fucking kill me. I know how indifferent she is about you liking me. She would always tell me that I should never make any moves to you cause she doesn't want me to hurt you.”

“She wouldn’t kill you,” you said, though even you weren’t entirely convinced. “She might maim you a little, though. But it also isn't her decision.”

He chuckled, the sound lightening the mood just a fraction. “Yeah, that sounds more like her... and your right.”

A beat of silence passed before you spoke again. “But… do you regret it?”

His expression shifted, and he looked at you like you’d just asked the most ridiculous question. “No. I don’t regret it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is…” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’re eighteen, and I’m twenty-two. And you’re still in high school.”

“Technically, I graduate in a month,” you interjected.

He gave you a pointed look. “Still. You’re young, and there’s this… power imbalance, I guess.”

You frowned. “You’re making it sound way worse than it is.”

“I’m just trying to be realistic, ____,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to… rush into anything just because you’ve liked me for a while.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “I know what I want. I’ve known for a long time. And I’m not some naive kid who’s going to get swept up in a fantasy. I know this is messy and complicated, but… I care about you. And I think you care about me too.”

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to find the right answer. Finally, he nodded. “I do care about you. A lot more than I probably should.”

Your chest tightened at his words, but in a good way.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked.

He sighed again, but this time it felt less heavy. “I don’t know. Maybe we take it slow? Figure things out as we go?”

“Slow is good,” you said with a small smile. “But… you have to promise me something.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid. If we’re going to try this, I need you to see me as your equal.”

He smirked, leaning in closer. “You just had to get the last word in, didn’t you?”

“Always,” you replied, grinning.

He shook his head, but there was a fondness in his expression that made your heart swell.

“I’m serious, though,” you added, your tone softening. “This… whatever it is, it means a lot to me. And I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You’re not going to mess it up,” he said firmly. “We’re not going to mess it up. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

“Okay.”

For the first time that night, you felt a sense of calm settle over you. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t going to be easy, but at least you weren’t alone in this.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You should get some rest. You’ve had a long night.”

“So have you,” you pointed out, smirking.

“Fair enough,” he said with a laugh, lying back down beside you.

You curled up next to him, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat steady and reassuring beneath your ear.

As your eyelids grew heavy, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Whatever the future held, you knew you’d face it together. And for now, that was enough.

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