#god also my apologies but i ADORE musicals and it’s always my top genre on my spotify wrapped for the year

[chryzure-archive]

THESE ARE A LOT OF QUESTIONS I APOLOGIZE but i’ve been on a musical binge lately— which song(s) from popular musicals do you associate with chrysi and her bfs. or alternatively, what musicals do you think they would like/dislike

((btw, i made a spotify playlist for all the songs i mentioned for each ship because you chose the perfect question to make me go feral and make. many playlists. in order: chrysijacks, chryzure, chrysigil))

this got long, so it’s under a read more. the playlists may include more songs than i mentioned, simply due to me thinking Thoughts while making them. 

songs i associate with ships: chrysijacks

since this blog is currently chrysijacks moulin rouge themed ( :> ), from moulin rouge, the songs come what may, el tango de roxanne, and the show must go on make me think of them! just overwhelmingly dramatic and painful and fun :> :>

lately i’ve been rlly rlly obsessing over a newsies chrysijacks au for no discernible reason, so from that musical (but the movie version, because i’ve got bad taste <//3 i mean this very seriously), i’ve been thinking about drama to santa fe and once and for all. just… chrysi trying to escape to another place and jacks being a selfish bastard that doesn’t want her to leave… yeah :) also king of new york is them half-flirting, half-ignoring it all while jacks is trying to deny the fact that he wants chrysi to stay with him so bad.

addams family makes me think of chrysijacks as gomez + morticia to emery + her bf’s wednesday and lucas, so the songs that make me think of chrysijacks are crazier than you (… immediately gives a wednesday/lucas song after saying they were gomez/morticia 😔😔😔 they’re gomez and morticia in the sense that jacks is screaming, crying, etc. the MOMENT chrysi’s like “not today”. he’s totally that one line in morticia where he’s like “i’ll end my life” after chrysi doesn’t kiss him one (1) time), and also tango de amor because jacks is canonically a good dancer 😌✨

from the scarlet pimpernel, into the fire, when i look at you, the riddle, only love, the duel—JUST LIKE. OKAY. I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC SCARLET PIMPERNEL CHRYSIJACKS AU THAT’S FUNNY BECAUSE JACKS THINKS HE’S BEEN PLAYING CHRYSI THE ENTIRE TIME (with an increasing feeling of guilt, since he’s slowly been growing feelings for her) BUT TURNS OUT SHE’S HIS FUCKING BOSS AND HAS BEEN THIS ENTIRE TIME 💀

dr. horrible’s sing-along blog,,, thinking of chrysijacks SO HARD every time i listen to it. i’m making an au btw, but it’s more for fun thinking than actually doing anything with it. ANYWAY, the songs slipping, everything you ever, and horrible credits—MAKING ME THINK VERY HARD ABT JACKS ACCIDENTALLY KILLING CHRYSI IN AN ATTEMPT TO GET EVERYTHING HE WANTED… EXCEPT NOW HE DOESN’T HAVE WHAT  HE NEEDS :(((( yeah….

@fillyreports recommended this song, but green green dress is PEAK chrysijacks, grown in a lab all for me! also sibella is chrysijacks, also recommended by filly! 

from anything goes: it’s de-lovely, anything goes, and all through the night!

hadestown, but as a hades/persephone chrysijacks au: chant, chant ii, epic iii

someone in the crowd from la la land, jst because of au reasons.

anastasia: in my dreams, once upon a december, quartet at the ballet, everything to win

okay, hear me out—greatest showman has many good chrysijacks songs, but mainly rewrite the stars. yes, i’m unapologetically going to talk about my newsies/greatest showman/prestige franken-au. this is a them song. 

songs i associate with ships: chryzure

OH MY GOSH, PARADE, PARADE, PARADE… the songs do it alone, this is not over yet, and all the wasted time is very chryzure. very very.

you are my home from the scarlet pimpernel makes me want to cry because. them. chrysi and azure. lovers. SIGHS. 

from 1776, he plays the violin… hmmmmm. yep! yep yep yep!

literally cannot and will not explain this one, but extraordinary girl from the american idiot musical. chrysi and azure. don’t look at me. 

from carousel, i think of the carousel waltz!! and from my fair lady, the embassy waltz.

*clenches fist* CAN’T FORGET DUST AND ASHES FROM NATASHA, PIERRE, AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812, as well as no one else. 

now hadestown… alright, alright (depressing chryzure au, which i’m VERY happy abt for my bday): wait for me, epic iii, way down hadestown ii, chant ii, wait for me ii, doubt comes in,,,, heart been broken so many times, i sob—anyway, i like the original recording in general, but yeah!!!

johanna from sweeney todd

IF I CAN’T LOVE HER FROM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, ALONG WITH HOME… HIIIIIII. anything batb is chryzure, actually.

songs i associate with ships: chrysigil

weirdly, i think of madame guillotine when i think of them, from the scarlet pimpernel musical! since chrysi uses basically a scythe, i can see her killing ppl with it :))) and vivez!!! storybook as well!

this isn’t specifically a chrysigil song, but the song momma look sharp from 1776 makes me think of gil. like… yah :)

I GET A KICK OUT OF YOU IS CHRYSIGIL. SHE’S FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE MOST CRINGEFAIL, BORINGEST MAN IN THE WORLD, AND YOU BET SHE’S IN LOVE W/ HIM!!!! 

pretty lies from the count of monte cristo is chrysigil! sobs…

what would i do if i could feel? from the wiz gives me gil vibes for some reason and i’m unsure why! but anyway. also you can’t win, but that’s because gil seems somewhat pessimistic. 

*clenches fist* okay, TOP chrysigil song is raining from the rocky musical. don’t look me in the eye. it’s chrysi singing about gil, barring the “sad brown eyes” line. imagine she says gold. it’s about gil. 

OH MY GODDD, OKAY, THE MUSICAL AMÉLIE.. times are hard for dreamers, stay, and where do we go from here are all on my main chrysigil playlist, actually. it fits them. 

from venice: if only and willow and. tbh. wings. why not. those songs work. GOD, ACTUALLY—IMAGINE A CHRYSIGIL VENICE AU WHERE GIL ACCIDENTALLY KILLS CHRYSI 😭😭😭 i want to hurt him.

charas’ fav musicals (bcs i don’t think any of them have a Hated Musical, besides chrysi, but i personally don’t Despise any musicals, so i won’t say anything)

chrysi: the addams family, phantom of the opera, wicked, parade… pretty much any musical she’s taken part in or seen. she’s a theatre kid (affectionate).

azure: phantom of the opera, sweeney todd, hadestown, les misérables (*points* french)

jacks: also wicked, moulin rouge, maybe little shop of horrors? perhaps.

gil: he’s just happy to be included in an interest of chrysi’s. he doesn’t care.

archibald: i don’t have any musical songs i associate with him, but i feel like he’d be like chrysi—any musical he’s seen, he loves. hate him. theatre kid (derogatory).

[mercurygguk]

the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks. 

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him. 

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?” 

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already. 

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it. 

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he  lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

[baepsaesbae]

Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader    

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count—  ~10.9k  

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn​! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason. 

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music. 

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight. 

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery? 

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town. 

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same. 

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you. 

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire. 

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist. 

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them. 

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you. 

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay. 

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery. 

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little. 

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react. 

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created. 

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out. 

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter. 

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in. 

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier. 

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in. 

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?” 

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained. 

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe. 

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom. 

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed. 

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out. 

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something. 

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer. 

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another. 

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it. 

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned. 

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket. 

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change. 

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded. 

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted. 

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

  “Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered. 

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you. 

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck. 

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him. 

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm. 

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world. 

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. 

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person. 

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him. 

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts. 

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb. 

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth. 

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes. 

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more. 

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief. 

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger. 

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook. 

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat. 

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up. 

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered. 

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking. 

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic. 

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped. 

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night. 

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you. 

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly. 

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it. 

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well. 

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours. 

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh. 

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night. 

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods. 

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall. 

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing. 

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own. 

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed. 

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered. 

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him. 

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened. 

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top. 

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you. 

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with. 

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more. 

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products. 

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world. 

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook. 

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating. 

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him. 

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call. 

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that. 

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world? 

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed. 

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. 

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad. 

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him. 

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly. 

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end. 

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest. 

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief. 

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth. 

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully. 

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered. 

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed. 

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.  

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact.  Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.   

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving. 

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders. 

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved. 

 He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings. 

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy. 

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed. 

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open. 

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead. 

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him. 

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest. 

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back. 

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted. 

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain. 

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him. 

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape. 

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life. 

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known. 

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared. 

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile. 

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock. 

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.  

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery. 

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head. 

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly. 

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said. 

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear. 

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened. 

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store. 

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come. 

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world. 

Published March 26, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

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Spring Troupe with an S/O Who Shares the Same Hobby

A/N: I had a ton of fun writing these. Hope y’all enjoy! I’ll eventually write these for the other troupe’s as well :)

CW(s): none

❀ Sakuya Sakuma - Theatre

Sakuya absolutely adores the fact you love theatre, as it’s such a huge passion of his

He’ll definitely ask for your help when rehearsing and memorizing lines or when practicing blocking by himself. He’ll look to you for advice at times as well whenever he’s a bit stuck.

If you’re also in theatre productions, he’ll always offer to help you with the same things and will try to give constructive criticism to you too if you ask for it

He will definitely show up to all of your performances, his theatre schedule permitting, whenever you are in a show. Doesn’t matter if you’re ensemble or the lead, he’s so incredibly proud of you and wants to cheer you on

Whenever you go to his performances he’s so grateful and swears up and down he’s performances are always a little bit better when you’re there.

Be prepared to go on theatre dates; if there’s a performance he wants to see, he’ll be sure to invite you and he hopes you’ll do the same

Sakuya looked over at you, excitement written plainly on his face. You couldn’t help but smile in response. The two of you were waiting in line to see a new theatre performance that was set to premiere that day, and you were both vibrating with excitement. Sakuya squeezed your hand and smiled at you again.

“Excited?”

“Extremely.” The line moved forward and the two of you made your way inside. As soon as you sat down and the lights began to dim, Sakuya squeezed your hand again and placed a soft kiss on the side of your face.

“Thank you for coming with me.” he whispered.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

The fact that he can do something he loves, with someone he loves, means the absolute world to him

❀ Masumi Usui - Music

Masumi has a passion for music and the fact you do too is just another reason he loves you

He’ll definitely share his favorite CDs with you, and even make you playlists! He’ll also create special music CDs for music he recommends or just songs that remind him of you

He starts to carry earbuds on his person so you two can listen to music together no matter where you are, and if he forgets his pair he knows you most likely have your pair on you

Sometimes, when you’re spending time together, the two of you just listen to music and bask in each others presence

He’ll share a lot of alternative rock with you as it’s his favorite genre, but he’ll listen to almost anything

Even if your favorite genre isn’t his favorite, he’ll still listen to and appreciate every song you send to him

‘Hey babe!’ you texted Masumi, ‘this song reminded me of you ♡ it’s called Same Boat by LizzyMcAlpine! It’s not your usual genre but I hope you like it anyways! (Ɔ ˘⌣˘)♥(˘⌣˘ C) ‘

Masumi read the text message in his dorm, smiling to himself. He opened YouTube and typed in the title and quickly clicked a lyric video. You were right, the song was incredibly far from his favorite genre. The song was slow and soft, but somewhat pretty nonetheless.

As the song ended he opened up your text chat again. ‘I am in the same boat ♡ love you so much’ he typed out.

‘Love you too, Masumi!’ He couldn’t help but smile at his phone once more, absolutely enamored with you.

Masumi just adores the fact he share his hobby with you, and you can understand where he’s coming from when it comes to his love for music

❀ Tsuzuru Minagi - Writing

Tsuzuru finds it incredibly helpful that you also like to write, no matter if it’s script writing, poetry, non-fiction, or stories

If you do more creative writing he’ll definitely bounce ideas off of you and have you peer review some of his work to make sure it makes sense -especially since he writes a lot of his work while practically dead-. If you write more nonfiction, he may ask for help with research whenever he’s writing a historical play or anything of that such.

If you ask him to, he’ll peer edit and review your work as well. He may not always do the best job, especially if he just finished a script

Remind him to sleep and rest! You especially understand what it’s like to overwork yourself so your reminders almost mean more to him. He’ll also remind you to rest, which is quite hypocritical but he does it because he cares about you.

You were working on the final draft of your writing project when you received a phone call. The name on the screen read, ‘Tsuzuru’. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend's name.

You answered the phone. “Hey Tsuzuru!’

“Hey! I know you’ve been working on that project lately so I just wanted to remind you to go to sleep. The project will still be there in the morning and you’ll be able to work on it better after you rest.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Tsuzuru, you’re working on a script right now, right?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll listen to your words only if you heed your own advice. You can finish the script in the morning and you’ll do better after you rest. ‘Kay?”

Tsuzuru laughed then. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Then I’ll try as well. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

He also always hypes up your writing! He adores it so much and thinks you’re incredibly talented

❀ Itaru Chigasaki - Video Games

One of the reasons Itaru originally decided to pursue a relationship with you was because of your love for video games

He loves to recommend you games, and he’ll play any and all of the games you recommend him

You can bet you’ll have video game dates. Whether this means you backseat gaming as he uses the controller or vice versa or even playing multiplayer depends on the day.

“You have to go down!”

“No, the extra bonus isn’t here, it’s further down.”

“No no, trust me, Itaru, it’s here I’ve played this game like a bajillion times.”

“And I’ve played it a bajillion and one times.” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, although he couldn’t see it. He was lying on his back on the couch, and you cuddled on top of him with his arms around you as he held the controller.

“Please just at least look?” you asked.

“Fine.” You watched the playable character move out of the screen as the game faded to black. Once the game faded back in, you could see the bonus chest in the hidden room. “See! I told you!” you yelled, laughing the entire time.

“I can’t believe you proved me wrong.” he laughed too, although there was a hint of frustration in his voice. You craned your neck to kiss Itaru on the jaw.

“It’s okay, it was more of a lucky guess. Also I played this game before coming over so I could see where the hidden items were.”

Itaru will go with you to gaming stores, and will definitely use you as an excuse for being there in case he runs into a coworker. But it’s alright, as he’ll give you an apology kiss afterwards.

If you ever need help beating a game, he’ll always be there to help and give advice. And if you play gacha, he may help donate to the cause of you pulling your best boy or girl

❀ Citron - Learning New Words

Citron loves to learn new words, and if you do as well, then he’d love to learn new words with you!

He’ll definitely just flip through a dictionary with you, learning how to pronounce new words and learning their definitions

The two of you were lying on the floor of Citron’s dorm on your bellies next to each other. Between you was a dictionary.

“Letter?” you asked.

“F.”

“Alright.” You found the ‘F’ section in the dictionary and flipped to a random page, closing your eyes and pointing to a random spot.

“Fas-mill?” Citron sounded confused.

You looked at the pronunciation key. “I think it’s fac-SIH-muh-lee.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Facsimile. What does the word mean?”

“It says it means ‘an exact copy or reproduction, as of a document’. So I guess, like, whenever the director makes a copy of Tsuzuru’s scripts for you guys to memorize it’s a facsimile.”

“Oh! That makes a lot of sense. Thank you!” Citron gave you a kiss on the cheek after he finished speaking.

Sometimes your dates just consist of flipping through a dictionary and learning new words. The two of you have a lot of fun, even if others may find it odd

Sometimes he’ll tell you stories from his homeland using the new words you learned even if he doesn’t always use them correctly

❀ Chikage Utsuki - Spicy Food

Chikage is so happy someone else finally loves spicy food close to as much as he does

He may ask you for help when writing his reviews, as getting a second opinion can definitely help him at times

He’ll take you to his favorite spicy food restaurants for dates and will ask if he can order for you as he’s eaten at these restaurants so many times, he practically has their menus memorized. Because of this, he has an idea of what is good and what isn’t and you’re most likely to like

Chikage had asked if he could order your meal for you and you and you had agreed, trusting him to get you something you’d like.

A plate was soon placed in front of you and you promptly decided it looked absolutely delicious. You took a bite.

“So? How is it?”

“It’s amazing, oh my god.” you responded, your mouth still somewhat full of food.

“It’s rude to talk with your mouth full.”

“Sorry,” you replied, but your mouth still had food in it. Chikage shook his head.

“Well, I’m glad you like it. I figured you would.”

Sometimes he’ll sneak extra spice into your food- whether it’s as a ‘prank’ or not is really anyone’s guess

Sometimes, as a date, the two of you will order spicy food from a bunch of restaurants and try them all, critiquing them as if you’re professional food reviewers although you could argue Chikage kind of is

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Masterlists || FaQ || Requesting Rules/Remarks

[discoclubofvenus]

Smoochin Hotties

Kissing headcanons for Benimaru, Joker, and Obi

Type: Request, Headcanons

Genre: Fluff

Attributes: GN reader

Warnings: Suggestive themes, minor cussing

A/N: OOoooo yeah writing these men had me weak in the knees and I was listening to slowed + reverb music? Ya these were fun to write but also I haven’t proofread them so I apologize in advance lol enjoy~

LAZY!!! KISSES!!

LIPS THAT ARE SWEET (like caramel) AND SOFT BECAUSE HE WONT LET THE DESSERTS THE GRANNYS MAKE FOR HIM GO TO WASTE

Before giving you what you want, he’ll lean his forehead on yours and peck you everywhere but your lips (up until you whine that is)

“Impatient brat I was getting to that part”

I’m talkin this man will drag out the kiss for as long as possible and have the pace be at teasingly slow pace

He likes to take his time with you

This man would let you take control the first time you guys kiss due to him not knowing what to do

Babes is insecure with himself so I feel like he’d be insecure with kissing and would want to know what you like first 

Just know this won't be the case for long

Once he’s become more confident in kissing? Just know the makeout sessions will leave you dizzy but that’s a conversation for another day

Benimaru the type to pull you in by your hips and makeout with you once you guys are alone (some grinding will happen as well)

He will spare but a few kisses in public, he’d rather keep all of his affection for you behind closed doors so he won’t have to hold back or worry about his image

A forehead kiss for sure (I read a fic about him giving reader a forehead kiss and now I can’t get it out my head)

Most of his public affections includes: lips grazing over your cheek, short hugs, an arm around your waist, a hand at your back--chile...let me get back to the kisses

He loves it whenever you kiss his lips, it’s incredibly straightforward and he enjoys having your lips on his but shall I raise you….kissing his hands? Specifically the hands which protect everything he loves and cares for? A good way to melt this man’s heart

He’ll return your affection with a hug to his chest and a kiss to your temple, which is the most sensitive part of your head, in a way to silently say he’ll protect and cherish even the softest parts of you (I’m SOFT THE WAY I LOVE THIS MAN)

Beni also likes to kiss the middle of your chest right before he lays down on your chest for a nap fleiuwbfliuwebf

Everytime Benimaru kisses you, it’s either to tease you or give a hidden message

Him kissing your shoulder could be read as ‘Thank you for always supporting me through the celebrations and the heartbreak’

But he would equally kiss your ear just to fluster you

I keep on daydreaming about kissing Beni instead of writing plz give a minute

When he kisses you, he would rub circles on your waist with his thumb

PLAY WITH HIS HAIR WHILE YOU KISS! ON GOD THIS MAN WILL PHYSICALLY MELT INTO YOUR EMBRACE

He loves kisses especially since he knows that all of your kisses are reserved for him and vice versa

The first time you kissed him you blew this man’s world away

Mornings with Benimaru always seemed like they should be a part of your dreams. The dawn of a new day gently shakes you awake and the sunrise has never failed to stop its onslaught of kisses to your face. Much like you planned to with Benimaru. Shifting closer to Benimaru’s face, you cupped his cheek and took a moment to study his face. The man always had a relaxed face but it seems as though he reached a new level of peace in his sleep. Carefully you placed butterfly kisses all over his face, which caused him to leave his own dreams. The tell-tell signs of Benimaru waking up only spurred you to press a loving kiss onto his lips. And just like in the fairytales, your lover was awakened by a true love’s kiss. The kiss didn’t last too long as you only did it to wake up the ravenette yet he had a different plan. Feeling his forehead lean onto yours, you both stared into each other’s eyes and savored the serene atmosphere with a kiss.

After your first kiss, Benimaru prefers to start the day with your kisses and he also likes to end his day with them as well

Benimaru is a fan of hugging you from behind and planting kisses on your head

He always has a comment ready after you guys kiss, it could either be snarky or incredibly sweet (In private it's usually the ladder)

Another one who will kiss you to either give hidden messages that he’s not able to properly convey verbally, or to tease the hell out of you

The most common kiss will be the corner of your lips (to tease) and the back of your shoulder (to show that he will always have your back)

If he’s really in love with you, he’ll jokingly kiss your knuckles (as a gentleman should, but one day he hopes to be able to walk the world with your hands linked without having to worry about anything)

His kisses really depend on his mood (if we’re being completely honest)

If he’s feeling energetic then his kisses will leave you in a haze of pleasure

If he’s feeling soft then you would be able to feel the love he has for you in every kiss (period)

When he kisses you, he will quickly turn it into a makeout session because who is he to deny his desire for having your lips in every way possible?

I say this to say that he will bite your tongue/lower lip every time you guys kiss (every time. Without fail.)

If you bite back you’re literally asking for a rough makeout session

He loves kissing your shoulder and any sensitive spots that you have on your body (be it your neck, side, ear, etc)

He enjoys the fact you’re only this vulnerable around him

He also likes whispering in your ear (about his love for you or blatant dirty talk) between each kiss

When you guys are walking together, elbows linked, and he kisses your temple *swooon* (which is extremely rare so treasure it while it lasts)

Don’t expect him to allow affection while you guys are out in public together, yes he’s suave and charming, but he’s also wanted by many enemies. Whatever trouble he gets into, Joker doesn’t want it traced back to you. 

He doesn’t want you to be caught in any danger for just being associated with him 

Whenever you guys are dancing to some soft jazz and he presses his lips on yours and makes you see stars

I imagine his scent to be overwhelming when you’re kissing him and his goal is to make you see stars everytime you kiss

He also likes kissing the inside of your thighs

He’s the type to grab you by your chin and kiss you, or he’ll keep an arm around your waist and a hand on your ass

His lips taste like cigarettes, Hennesy, a hint of vanilla (bc of his chapstick), and desperation

I don’t recommend playing with his hair while you kiss, however, he’d love for you to grab the back of his neck  

Something about you being just as crazy about him as he is about you gets to him

He definitely has experience in the kissing field (he’s had hoes before) but if you want him to Joker will go at any pace you want him to

He treasures every kiss with you as if it might be his last (cuz it might be tbh plus he isn’t sure how long your relationship will last)

He’s the type to not put a label on your relationship and is super vague about it (it’s his trust issues) but he’ll just follow what you say

When Joker wants kisses, he will get kisses damn it

He’ll kiss you in front of Viktor which Viktor will mean mug Joker and just be on his way (“I refuse to be in the same presence as a couple of horn dogs”)  

It was an embarrassing first kiss

Knocking was heard throughout your apartment as you finished putting the food in the oven. ‘Well they’re early..’ you thought before yelling out a “Coming!” to acknowledge the people on the other side of the door. Making your way to the front door, you took a deep breath to calm your excitement before opening the door to see your boyfriend (and his associate of course).

Joker held a mischievous glint in his eye as he observed your elated form. Originally he leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead and hug...however, he changed his mind mid-action. Instead, Joker found his lips meeting yours in an innocent little kiss. The same little kiss soon started to become heated as he pulled you flush against his body. The party only stopped when a loud “AHEM.” broke through the trance you two were in. Immediately you had let out a sound to signify your embarrassment and let the two men in. You were never gonna be able to live this one down, you could feel it in Joker’s piercing gaze on you.

Every time you two kiss, you can literally taste the adoration he has for you on his lips

Each kiss is remembered, either from a strange situation that brought forth the kiss or little quirks that happens during the act

What can he say? The man likes to keep you on your toes

Speaking of keeping you on your toes…

Obi is definitely the type to pick you up, spin you around and kiss you

It both shows off his strength and he gets a kiss from the love of his life, he will continue doing this until he no longer can

He’s also the type to kiss any body part that you’re insecure of

Got a lazy eye? Here’s a kiss on the eyelid of said eye

You got rolls? He’s kissin em (and may even leave a mark there or nibble them)

Your hands are full of scars and thighs full of stretch marks? Here’s a shit load of kisses

Obi likes to pick you up, sit you on countertops/surfaces and kiss you (you can’t change my mind)

It was totally and completely unprovoked when Obi had decided to pick you up. Where he was taking you, you hadn’t a clue. However you got a nice view of his backside—so this was a fair trade right? Just as you were reaching to grab his golden buns, you were sat on top of your kitchen’s countertop. Questions of ‘what in the hell does this man have planned?’ And ‘I should be surprised but I’m not’ filled your mind. Keeping a steady gaze on Obi’s own golden orbs, the both of you engaged in a staring contest. Another thing that was triggered unprovoked. Yet, when you blinked Obi’s face was getting closer to yours, and the next thing that you know you guys are kissing--making out even. In the kitchen, with the rest of the brigade waiting on the meal. That you guys were supposed to be cooking. Oops.

You guys got caught by Hinawa and were scolded to high hell and back about wasting other’s time

He likes to give you the look (*exhibit a: his banner) right before he swoops in and kisses you

He knows it makes you weak in the knees and he is 10000% using that to his disadvantage

If you wear lipstick/lip gloss he loves the little lip marks you leave on him

Giving him forehead kisses, kisses on the corner of his lips, or a kiss right between his eyes makes him blush so badly

He thinks it’s so precious you kiss him there especially when you pair it with an “I love your golden heart but please use your head ya damn himbo”

Gives the man butterflies

He will smother kisses all over your face, anytime he has an opportunity and you guys always play fight so you can get away from his ‘attacks of love’ (I’m literally so soft for this man, why ain’t he real)

He will hold in such a warm and secure hold every time you guys kiss

Kisses are also a good distraction for him because he’s always thinking about how can he improve, what can he do to further the brigade 8’s cause, missions, past missions, is he doing the right thing?

One kiss will help soothe his running thoughts and bring him back to reality

He loves them so much

Can’t resist your puppy dog eyes when you want to kiss him (he’ll only supply you a simple peck but back to the mission with you sunflower!)

Often gives you a forehead kiss after every mission is completed and everyone is loading into the truck

Will lightly tease you if you can’t get enough of his kisses (which is completely understandable cuz me too)

His lips are soft and they don’t taste too sweet, it’s like a fruity mint taste (like that ice breaker candy) but he loves dragging out kisses into makeout sessions

Obi is the type who will show affection in public and if a quick kiss in the alleyway leads to a makeout session….well he’s not complaining

He will want to hurry and get home though

[sevlgi]

never been yours

requested: yes

group: red velvet

pairing: seulgi x fem!reader

genre: angst, questionable fluff

contents: college!au, best friend!seulgi, based on huh gak’s empty words mv.

warnings: none

synopsis: It’s so painful to be in love with Seulgi when you know she’ll never be yours.

a/n: this mv and and song were both so beautiful, I hope I did them justice! please request more drabbles based on mv’s, this one was so fun to write.

word count: 3.3k

You once thought love would be beautiful.

It is, but it’s not beautiful in the way that most think it is- soft smiles and touches, sweet words and tender glances. People think love is butterflies, the kind of fluttering in your stomach that makes you blush and makes your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Even you thought it would be like that once. You thought love would be the thing that made you smile when you cried, the best thing to ever happen to you.

And you’ve had plenty of those moments with Seulgi, in the very beginning of your feelings for her, back when it was just a simple crush. You’ve laughed together in art class, exchanged smiles that lingered too long to be just between friends.

She has been your light in the darkness, the person who never fails to make you smile. She’s the one you’re in love with, the one you wish could be yours.

But now that you’re in deep, painfully in love with someone who’ll never feel the same way about you, you know that love isn’t beautiful in that way at all.

Instead, love is being so so so close to someone but still feeling hundreds of miles away. It’s clutching on to memories of good times that might have been just a dream, and feeling empty when you’re by yourself.

It’s watching the love of your life slip just out of your grasp. It’s smiling painfully at your best friend who’ll never feel the same way about you, and it is the sound of crystal shattering on the concrete floor.

Love is something that has never been yours, just like her.

“Y/N, happy birthday!” Seulgi laughs, throwing her arms around your neck in a hug that’s more of a squeeze with how tight it is. 

You can’t stop the grin tugging at your lips as you let your hands linger on her waist for a little too long, pulling back to admire the way her smile crinkles her eyes into crescent shapes. She’s so beautiful. “Thank you. You didn’t have to get a gift…”

“Of course I did,” your best friend scoffs as she takes a seat across from you. It’s too hard to find time for an actual birthday celebration when both of you are busy students in college, so you’re settling for a lunch together outside of campus. To you, anything’s perfect as long as it’s with Seulgi.

The murmur of chatter around you in the restaurant is mere white noise as you stare at the pretty blue box on the table between the two of you. “Come on, open it.”

You’re too gentle with it, fingers tugging too lightly at the white ribbon tied in a bow on the top that Seulgi just laughs and takes it from you to unwrap it herself. 

Inside, resting on black velvet, are two bracelets, matching ones made of delicate silver with pink crystal shapes. “You like them? They’re for us,” Seulgi tells you, observing you.

“I…” They’re perfect, you want to say. Like you. “Of course, they’re so pretty.”

She smiles again, that adorable scrunch of her nose making you feel warm and sweet inside. “Thank god! It’s long overdue, we deserve something like this. You’re the best best friend anyone could wish for, you know?”

“Of course,” you laugh, but it sounds empty even to you. “You’re perfect too. The perfect best friend.” Not just best friend. 

“We’re going to be best friends forever, you know,” Seulgi continues, motioning for you to hold out your hand. Chills run up your spine when her fingers brush against your skin as she rolls your sleeve up. “You and me. We’ll never be apart.”

You try to mirror the sweetness in her grin. “Yeah. Never.”

The words are bittersweet in your mouth, and the taste of jjajangmyeon can’t mask it. The two of you might never be apart, but Seulgi will also never be yours, not in the way you want her to be.

Does the silver of the bracelet feel like ice against her skin too?

You head to the student center on campus after lunch to play games, joining a few other of your friends. They give you their little presents and coo over the matching bracelets you wear. 

Sooyoung and Yerim are sweet, but you’re transfixed on Seulgi, who always seems to shine the brightest to you. “Yah, Y/N, pay attention to the game!” your friend Sooyoung nudges you. She’s the one on your team, insisting that you and Seulgi have too much chemistry to be fair. “What’re you staring at?”

“Sorry,” you mumble, returning to the game of jenga on the table in front of you. 

Yerim laughs lightly beside Seulgi, who smiles at you comfortingly, teasing, “Sooyoung-ah, don’t give her such a hard time. She’s helping me win!”

“Am not,” you manage to protest. “You’re not that important!”

Holding a hand to her heart, your best friend makes an offended face. “And here I thought I was your best friend. I’m hurt!”

Despite how ridiculously fake you know Seulgi’s expression is, you catch yourself wanting to apologize. Thankfully, you’re saved by everyone looking to the entrance, where two boys stand. One waves at your friend group, and Sooyoung waves back.

“Who’re they?” you ask, not liking the way the other one smiles at Seulgi. 

Yerim waves them over. “The one who waved is Kyunggu, he’s in one of my classes. His friend, I don’t know, but the more the merrier, right?”

You don’t respond, the smile barely hanging on when Kyunggu’s friend introduces himself as Doyoung and ends up sitting next to Seulgi. He talks so easily with your best friend, conversation flowing as easily as when she talks to you.

It’s there again, the bitter taste of jealousy coating your tongue and forcing the smile off your face. You can’t muster up even the fakest smile, earning you a few concerned glances from your friends.

You have to remind yourself, Seulgi isn’t yours. She’s just a best friend, and Doyoung is just a new person she’s being friendly to.

It hurts to remind yourself over and over again.

“I don’t know, he’s just so sweet and cute!” Seulgi continues, mostly ignoring the food in front of her. Usually, you’d be happy to listen to her ramble, but not when she’s going on about Doyoung. “He’s a perfect gentleman.”

“I’m sure he is.” It feels like you’re forcing the words out. “Are you going to date him?”

Seulgi looks out the window with a dreamy expression on her face, chin resting on her palm. “Maybe, if he asks me out. Do you like anyone yet?”

I love you. “No.” You stab at the rice in your bowl with your chopsticks. I love you I love you I love you. “It doesn’t sound all that interesting to me. Love’s overrated.”

“L-love?” she sputters,, face growing redder. “Who said anything about love? I just like him, that’s all.”

You roll your eyes, avoiding meeting Seulgi’s eyes in case she can see the lie. “Sure.” Like a spell had been cast just by saying his name, Doyoung appears at the entrance to the cafeteria, and you hate the way your best friend lights up at the sight of him.

“Doyoung, over here!”

He smiles at the both of you, but you don’t miss the way it’s different when he smiles at Seulgi. “Hi. Can I sit?”

“Can you?” you mumble under your breath, but you plaster on a fake smile when he looks at you. “Of course. Want me to grab you a chair?”

“That’s really nice of you,” he grins back. There’s logically no reason to hate him; he’s perfectly nice and a great fit for your best friend. But it hurts, and you press your fingers to your sternum when you walk away to try and quell the feeling in your gut.

The two of them are already laughing together when you walk back with the chair, Doyoung looking perfectly natural in your chair. He offers to vacate it for you, but you tell him it’s okay when it’s not.

It’s not okay for you to be feeling like this, not when he’s nice and sweet and everything Seulgi looks for in boys. It’s not okay for you to be feeling like this about your best friend, but you can’t find it in you to walk away from her.

You’ll do anything not to lose her.

Seulgi brings you along to a hangout with Doyoung, Kyunggu, and some of their other friends a few days later. They end up deciding to play basketball, and Seulgi, being the bubbly and charismatic girl she is, plays with them while you sit on the sidelines.

You hate how adorable she is when she grins and claps happily after scoring, hate the butterflies in your stomach when she laughs and waves at you. 

If this is love, you don’t want it. You don’t want to feel this way ever again, don’t want to feel the emptiness in your chest when Doyoung’s hands skim over Seulgi’s waist.

But you can’t find it in you to say no to her, even when she invites you to another hangout at Doyoung’s dorm the next week. It’s just playing video games together, and Doyoung is incredibly nice when he offers soda and snacks to both of you.

You manage to enjoy yourself when you’re playing, but you can only smile painfully when they put on music and dance together after the game’s over.

If only you could be in Doyoung’s position, the one dancing and laughing with her, you know you’d give Seulgi the world. But there’s no way she could ever feel the same way about you, so you can only hope that he gives her the world in your place.

Because that’s what she deserves, even if you won’t be the one to give it.

Seulgi slips away, piece by piece by piece, like sand trickling through your fingers.

You don’t mean to let her, even amidst the business of college. You mean to hold her as tight and close as you can, invite her for lunch whenever you can and go over to her dorm to just talk together, but all of a sudden, she’s always busy.

She can’t have lunch with you because she’s hanging out with Doyoung, or she can’t come over because she’s already at his dorm.

It hurts every time, like little glass shards being stabbed through your skin, but you always smile and wave her away.

You see her at the park one day, a lone figure sitting on a bench with golden leaves drifting down around her. Of course you lift your hand and open your mouth to shout for her attention, but she’s suddenly joined by a tall, short-haired figure.

She was never yours, but she feels so much farther away all of a sudden, and you hate it. You hate all of it, the urge to kiss her whenever you see her, the way you can’t stop smiling even at her dumbest jokes.

There’s no point to any of it, not when you’ve loved her for so long. It’s not something you just forget, and even though it hurts so much, you don’t think you want to forget, either.

Art class without Seulgi is no fun, and not just because you feel empty without her by your side. The room is so much quieter when there isn’t her laughter echoing off the walls, her silly jokes that always make you smile.

Doyoung’s in the class too, but he’s so much harder to ignore when Seulgi isn’t there to distract him. He tries to talk to you, but conversation is so stilted that he gives up.

Even your painting reminds you of her, the burgundy red you chose the same color as her sweater the day she promised to be your best friend forever. The brown is like her eyes, glittering golden under the light, and the pale pink looks like the crystal on the bracelet that you don’t have the heart to take off.

You stare at that painting for longer than you should have, and the sky is dark by the time you’re strolling in the hallways on your way back to your dorm.

It’s not rare to see couples on the benches at this time of day, but something makes you stop to stare at the two on the bench a few feet away from you.

Your heart seems to break cleanly into two when you realize who they are- Seulgi, delicate hands on Doyoung’s neck as he kisses her, eyes fluttering shut.

All feeling seems to escape from your legs, and you tumble to the concrete floor, back against the rough wall of the hallway. You’re numb to the slight pain in your knees, only feeling the sour feeling in your nose and the hot tears welling up.

You try to hold in your sobs so that they don’t hear you, staring at the ceiling in a futile attempt to push the tears back. Your fingers tremble as you unclasp the bracelet on your wrist, the metal clasp finally releasing with a click.

It feels like you’re treading on your own heart when you drop the piece of jewelry to the ground, a piece of crystal shattering immediately. But the thought of the same bracelet on Seulgi’s wrist as she kisses Doyoung makes you run, the image of shattered pink crystal on concrete burned into your eyes.

You cry for what seems like days when you get to your dorm. It probably is days; your roommate doesn’t question you when she sees the tears spilling over, just hands you a pillow for you to muffle your sobs into and closes your bedroom door once you disappear inside. She brings tea and food occasionally, but you can’t find it in you to eat.

The buzzes of your phone fill the silence, punctuated by the occasional sob, but you ignore them. You consider flinging it across the room when you see messages from Seulgi, but decide against it in favor of just crying your feelings out.

You don’t know why it hurts so much, why something that’s supposed to be the most joyous thing in the world is the most painful feeling to you. Every tear that slips out burns your skin, and every rattling sob only pains you, but the crying is therapeutic. Maybe. 

But of course, fate is never in your favor; mere minutes after you manage to calm your tears, your roommate knocks to tell you Seulgi’s here.

You barely bother with makeup to cover the redness of your nose; you can’t disguise the swelling of your eyes anyway, and it doesn’t matter. Seulgi would never feel the same about you, not when she has a cute boy to kiss, so it doesn’t matter how you look.

When her eyes widen in shock and concern at the sight of you, you almost regret it, but you can barely muster up a smile for her as the two of you head out of the dorm in favor of strolling through the halls.

It’s silent at first, a kind of awkwardness hanging in the air between the two of you that you’ve never felt before with Seulgi. Finally, she breaks the silence by whispering, “Were… were you crying?”

“Yeah.” You’ve never been one to lie to her, not when it’s always so easy for her to see through you. “Don’t worry though.”

“How can I not?” There seems to be a sob building up in Seulgi’s throat, and you turn to her to confirm it. She’s staring at your wrist, bare of the bracelet you shattered nearly a week ago, and there are tears glimmering in her eyes. “Y/N...”

Sticking your hand into the pocket of your jacket, you hide your wrist so that Seulgi’s forced to meet your eyes again. “It’s nothing. Seriously. Just… concentrate on your boyfriend and be happy.”

“My boyfriend?” Seulgi repeats, eyebrows furrowing. Realization dawns on her just a few seconds later, mouth opening in a soft ‘o’. “Y/N, it’s not what you think!”

You can’t stop the scoff that slips out, the roll of your eyes that only brings more tears to Seulgi’s eyes. “So, you were just kissing Doyoung as friends? That’s what friends do now?”

The brunette shakes her head so fast that you don’t know how she isn’t dizzy already. “It’s not! I… I thought I had feelings for him, and that’s why I let him kiss me…”

“And what? You don’t have feelings for him anymore?” you sneer. You don’t mean to sound so bitter, but you also can’t deny that it’s how you feel. You’re so, so bitter that Seulgi isn’t yours, that you can’t be the one to kiss her under a full moon and have her hands on you. “Isn’t he ‘so sweet and cute’? Isn’t he the perfect gentleman and everything you ever wanted and-”

Everything happens in a flash; Seulgi’s hands are suddenly fisted in your shirt to pull you forward, and her mouth is on yours as you stumble. She doesn’t kiss like you thought she would, lips soft and tasting like sweet vanilla sugar.

No, Seulgi kisses you hard enough to bruise, all lips and teeth and tongue. Even when you relent, your own hands resting on her waist, her hands are still scrunched in your shirt so hard that her knuckles are white.

It ends too quickly, leaving you gasping for air, but Seulgi pulls back to almost shout at you, “He is, but it felt wrong. It felt so wrong to kiss him, when you’re the one I’m in love with!”

“Wh-”

“No, you’re going to let me talk,” she demands, her eyes shining with a fervency you’ve never seen before. “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been acting so tortured, so caught up in your own world! Even Sooyoung and Yerim noticed, on your birthday. Hell, even Doyoung noticed!”

Even Doyoung- “But most of all, I noticed,” Seulgi says, the words sounding uncharacteristically harsh. “I notice everything about you, Y/N, because I love you, and I think you love me. These past few months weren’t just hard for you, they were hard for me too. It hurts me to watch you destroy yourself like this just because you aren’t brave enough to tell me how you feel!”

“I…” Your brain seems to be short-circuiting, Seulgi pushing you up against the wall. The usually carefree girl looks desperate, the tears shining in her eyes maybe more angry than sad. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just… I never thought you loved me back.”

“Because I hide it better than you.” There seems to be tears slipping down your cheeks too, the taste of salt on your lips. “Because I wanted to see if you would fight for me! I want to be yours, but you’ve never made a move.”

You gain enough control of your limbs to be the one to tug Seulgi toward you this time, pressing your lips together again. “Then why didn’t you?” you breathe out, the words soft as you’re mere inches away from her. “Why didn’t you make the move?”

“I was scared too, dummy,” she admits, biting her lower lip gently. You don’t ever want to move from this position, your hands cupping her face and hers linked behind your back. “We were both scared.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have been scared,” you laugh lightly. “We should’ve just made a move. And you can be mine now, if you want.”

Seulgi smiles again, tugging you so close that your bodies are flush. “Yours.”

And when you kiss again, it isn’t hard at all, not like before, but the gentleness with which you handle each other will stay much longer than a bruise.

Because you’re determined not to let go of her again. Because Seulgi is finally yours, and you’re hers, and maybe you were wrong that she was never yours.

Maybe she always was.

[patchwriterarchive]

title: a beautiful start

summary: this is a beautiful start, to a lifelong love letter 

or

kenma leaves his stream running during a tender moment

genre: fluff

word count: 1893

sunflower notes: the song used for the title and throughout is ‘i choose you’ by sara bareilles.

finally, the stream was coming to an end, it was a shorter stream than usual for kenma, lasting only about 4 and a half hours compared to his 6-10 hours streams that he usually did. but it had been a long week at the office, dealing with business partners and trying to close deals with other companies and he was tired and wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up on the sofa or bed with you, some takeout, and some good movies. with a gentle sigh and a quick goodbye to the audience, he took his earphones off and closed down the game.

his eyes moved from the screen in front of him to you, a small smile on your face as you swayed your head from side to side, the words from the song playing from your earphones quietly tumbling past your lips. they were just barely audible, his mic wouldn’t  have picked up on them and even now, with his earphones sitting on his shoulders, kenma could just barely make the sound out.

“let the bough break, let it come down crashing” it’s a familiar song, one he heard on your playlists while you bustled about in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you or when your fussing about the living room making sure there not a thing out of place when either of your parents come over for a meal or a catch up. his favourite time to hear the song though, is when he’s wrapped up in your arms after a long day at the office or after a particularly long stream and your fingers are carefully tangling themselves in and out of his hair as you scratch at his scalp soothingly, the lyrics just tumble from your lips. it doesn’t happen every time, but he enjoys the times that it does.

“let the sun fade out to a dark sky” he sat for a few seconds, just listening to your singing and swaying along to the music. initially you had come in to put some new gaming merch he got onto the shelf positioned above the sofa behind his main set-up, when you had come in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as a greeting his chat blew up about how cute you two were and to let you know that his fans were saying ‘hi’ to you. now, he didn’t know what you were doing, you had been staring at a few of his figurines for a little bit lost to the world around you.

rising from his chair, the stream long forgotten in his mind, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him while he nuzzled into your neck “tell the world that we finally got it alright”

“i choose you” kenams gentle arms around your waist turned you so you were now facing him and he placed his forehead gently against yours with a small smile on his face as you continued to sing to him, a little louder now that you knew he was listening. wanting to enjoy the actual song together, you removed an earbud and placed it in his ear, allowing him to listen to the voice of the original singer. to your surprise, he started to sing along with the music.

kenma wasn’t really one for singing, you being the only person who had heard him sing. it was quiet, but you could definitely make out the words to the song you were enjoying as they fell past his lips. that was also surprising, it wasn’t really the type of song one would expect kenma to know, but you supposed with the amount you listened to it, he was bound to pick it up. “this is a beautiful start”

kenma loved little moments like this. moments where you could just get lost in one another and enjoy each other’s presence. they were small moments of intimacy that made him feel special, kenma knew he was never the most affectionate person in the world and he struggled generally with processing his emotions and figuring them out, so he liked to use moments like these to show just how much you meant to him and to show he loved you, even if he didn’t really verbalise it all that much. “to a lifelong love letter”

“we are not perfect, we learn from our mistakes” pulling one hand from your waist, he slipped it into the pocket of the hoodie he was currently wearing, feeling the velvet of the box he had been keeping hidden for a few weeks now. he had known for about a year that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted to settle down and have a family with you. it had taken him a while to find a ring, searching and searching for one that was just right and when he found it, god was he excited. he desperately wanted to see it on your finger, to finally ask you to marry him. but he just could never find the right time, the past few months had been a whirlwind for the both you to the point where anytime that felt right was overshadowed by something else. first, he wanted to propose about a week after getting the ring but with the announcement of your sibling having a baby it was the wrong time, the next time he wanted to ask you got a huge promotion at work and it wasn’t right, and then he wanted to ask a third time and he closed a big deal at work that resulted in the rapid expansion of bouncing ball.

now, the fourth time he planned to ask was actually a few weeks away. your anniversary was coming up and he had booked you both a week away to [dream location] and was planning to propose there, in fact he had it all planned out to perfection. but life’s funny and sometimes the perfect time comes up at the most unexpected time.

pulling away from you, knema took the little velvet box out of his hoodies and as he sunk down to one knee, the words “i get to be the other half of you” played through the earphones you were now sharing and you couldn’t help but think about how perfect it was. there was a smile on his face as he stared up to you, your eyes started to glaze over, little pin pricks of tears forming in the corners.

“[full name], i love you” clearing his throat slightly, kenma could feel his own tears welling and his voice breaking slightly, “more than i ever thought was possible.” your lip began to quiver slightly as he looked up with so much love and adoration in eyes, “i know i can be difficult to deal with, but you don’t care. where so many others would have given up you stayed with me and showed me that i was worthy of so so much. you loved and cared for me when i though i was unlovable. you mean the absolute world to me.” slowly, he pulled the top of the box to reveal a ring inside, “will you marry me?”

the ring was beautiful, a simple golden band with rainbow gems placed on either side of a small diamond. it suited you both so perfectly. “yes. kenma, yes.” the tears were freely falling now, and you could just about form a coherent response to the sudden proposal. kenma stood slowly, taking your hand in his as he slipped the ring onto your finger before placing a gentle kiss to your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer to you, “i love you so much kenma.” placing his forehead against yours once again, he would have been happy to just stand there and take you in for the rest of time.

the sound of buzzing pulled you out of your little moment and as his phone buzzed aggressively against his desk, kenma’s eyes moved away from your face and towards the desk. it was kuroo phoning him, his contact image flashing on the screen alongside the name ‘rooster’ giving him away. kenma was determined to let the phone keep ringing, to ignore kuroo and just bask in the bliss that was the happiness he felt in his chest after you said ‘yes’ to marrying him, but kuroo had other ideas because almost as soon as the image faded away and buzzing stopped it started again. with a gentle huff and a roll of his eyes, kenma removed himself from your embrace and finally picked up the phone with an annoyed “what?”

on the other side, kuroo was slightly frantic. he had just seen his best friend propose to his girlfriend, and while he was happy for him and had already determined he was claiming best man, he knew how private the gamer could be, especially about his relationship, and he knew he did not want such a moment of tenderness to be seen by millions of people “dude, you’re still streaming!” his voice was panicked and slightly higher pitched then normal, something kenma immediately picked up on.

it took kenma a few seconds to process what he had said, his eyes widening slightly as he shifted to sit down on his gaming chair once more eyes scanning across the screen to see his chat going wild with shocked comments and congratulations, there were a few hateful ones but his eyes moved on from them quickly. this wasn’t like him, he always remembered to turn everything off and make sure he wasn’t on camera. he knew how vicious people online could be and he never wanted anything like that getting to you, which is why he tried to keep your relationship as private as possible. yes, his fans knew about you and who you were with you occasionally appearing in a stream, but moments like this where it should just be the two of you he kept to himself. well, he tried to anyway.

this was really the first time he had messed up, he couldn’t believe he forgot to stop the stream and turn the cameras of. it was a rookie mistake and one he knew he couldn’t make again. quickly, he gave an apology and another goodbye and shut the stream down, making sure everything was down this time and that the cameras were turned off. gently, you placed a hand on his shoulders, your tears now stopped with the only evidence you had been crying being the red nose and the puffiness of your eyes. placing his hand over yours, kenma leaned his cheek down to lay against them and let out a sigh.

“it’s alright kenma.” as your other hand came down to his other shoulder, you leaned your chin on his head softly, “they were going to find out anyway.” letting out a gentle chuckle, you placed a kiss to his hair, “my only problem is my parents will kill me, and you, for not telling them first.” a chuckle resonated from kenma, the stress melting away from him at your continued reassurance about the whole thing. leaning his head backwards so that he could look up to your face, kenma let out a huff, “yeah, i guess. we should probably phone them.” with a light laugh and a roll of your eyes you responded, “yeah, we should.”

[shinsorokiri]

Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life

Shinsou and Todoroki HCs

Genre: Fluff | Crack

Warnings: Language, scratch wounds

A/N: I just busted these motherfuckers out bruh. And don’t worry about it at all Anon you weren’t disrespecting me! I really liked this idea, and boy oh BOY it would be cute. So cute. I hope you enjoy!

Shinsou Hitoshi | Mindjack

Oh bitch

Oh BITCH this is a dream

Pinch him

Wake him up

This is a dream

You’re a Big Cat 🥺

I can just see him literally going :o when he sees you for the first time

Has to fight the urge to pet you, deadass

You notice him right away because you can smell his cat on him

And you get excited because THERE’S A CAT IN THE DORMS

Of course your looks are deceiving though

You are basically a whole ass ninja

You’re super sneaky

It’s insane

Watching you fight is kind of mesmerizing, really

You’re ridiculously agile

And your sneak attacks could be lethal if you really wanted them to be

Honestly one of the very first times Shinsou saw just how terrifying you were was the sports festival

When it came to the wires above the canyons

You and Tsu just kind of looked at each other and shrugged

She did her thing

And you were just 

RUNNING YOU WERE RUNNING ON TOP OF THE LITTLE TIGHT ROPE THINGS

You didn’t even stumble

What kind of balance did you have

He soon learned you had the balance of a trained assassin

And because of your skill in combat

Aizawa decided you would be the perfect sparring partner for Shinsou

He also knows Shinsou, like himself, loves cats

So what better way than to distract him during his training with just your appearance

The first time y’all fight?

He is just pitiful

You take him out so fast

Kind of tragic for him

Aizawa makes him run 4 extra laps as punishment

This continues for weeks

But during this time the two of you get closer

And one day the two of you are somehow dating 

Wow

Crazy

Who would have thought

Because of this, the two of you are always together

And he has seen how your quirk also affects you as a person

You know how Tsu goes 😟 in the cold because she is a frog?

Well

If you cross in front of a sunny window

You HIT the floor

And most times you are unconscious after like five minutes

Shinsou absolutely does not purposely leave his curtains open because he finds it cute

He doesn’t know what you’re talking about

He also knows that when you get annoyed you do whatever the fuck you want

Like one time

Denki was being really annoying

And you were not having it

You were so over it

He had this bubble tea that he got from one of his favorite places

And he was so excited about it

But he said one wrong thing to you

And you just stared him dead in the eyes

And raised your hand next to it

Shinsou recorded it

“(Y/n)… what are you doing…?” “…” “(Y/n) don’t do it…” “…” (Y/n)… please don’t…”

You smacked it off of the table as hard as you could

And just walked away

Denki was very careful what he said to you afterwards

But he finds comfort in watching you do it to other people

And oh you do

But never to Shinsou

N e v e r  t o  S h i n s o u

Because Shinsou knows if he annoyed you so it will never get to that point

Wanna know how? 

Because he pays so much attention to you

That he can tell how you feel

Just by your ears

He’s noticed that your ears will twitch certain ways when you’re feeling different emotions

When you first met his cat your ears were straight up and your eyes were wide

At first he was worried something was wrong

But you just explained you were curious

After that he kept a secret journal with all your little ear placements and what they meant

One time you scared the shit out of Bakugou because he yelled and it startled you and you went fight or flight mode

Your ears went flat

Your eyes were scary

And you hissed 

You hissed at Bakugou

It actually caught him off guard

He yelled again because what the fuck

And this caused you to hiss again because what the FUCK can you be quieter blasty boi

It was hilarious lowkey

But that’s another thing Shinsou has noticed

You have really good hearing

And loud things… they are not your favorite

So he makes sure to always talk quietly and play music quietly

He even asked Hatsume to make some special earplugs that you can wear when you don’t want to hear random unwanted noises

But he does blasts Cat Girls are Ruining My Life by CORPSE sometimes

Just to see your reaction

The first time it happened 

You shriekeed and jumped into the air because when I say blast I mean BLAST

Of course he waited until you were wearing your earplugs

So it didn’t hurt your ears

It just caught you really off guard

He also recorded it

Much to your despair

He likes to pick on you because your little whines are one of his favorite things about you

And all of your little purrs and meows are like music to his ears

BUT

His absolute FAVORITE thing about you

Is how all he has to do is scratch your ears and you basically melt

He loves it

It makes for great cuddles

And when you’re all warm next to him

And he’s just scratching your ears and stroking your hair

Sometimes

You’ll knead his chest

Like your lil hands just start kneading him

And it’s subconscious a lot of the time

You just feel safe and happy 

And you do that

He loves it

He always smiles when that happens

Just knowing you feel that way around him makes him so happy

And you’re just so perfect to him

And wow

He really loves his cat girl

Todoroki Shouto | Shouto

Mans thought you were adorable from the get go

Of course he didn’t know it from the get go

But damn

You are a cutie!!!

And Uraraka knew that he was attracted from the MINUTE he saw you

Because he saw you

And his mouth opened a bit

And his eyes got bigger

And he turned a little red

Of course she said nothing like a good friend

But THEN

Came the day

The two of you were sparring the one time in class

And you were very much beating him

It’s not that it was odd that you were beating him

You’ve done it multiple times before

Even when he used his quirk

You were just too fast

Too nimble

Too quick

And the fighting style you use is very strong

He can never hear where you’re coming from and he can never guess how you’re about to strike

Except for this one time !

He heard the sound of your feet in the grass

And he was guessing you were about to jump and take him down

So he jumped to avoid whatever you were about too do

And he was right !!

You did indeed jump up to take him down with a kick !

But since he wasn’t there

Your momentum kind of

Pushed you more forward than you intended

And instead of hitting him

You just

You landed on top of him

It all happened too fast for him to move out of the way again

So

There you were

On top of him

And he went bright red

And accidentally caught the grass on FIRE

And then started stuttering because omg

Omg OMG you were ON TOP of him !!!

And when you looked up at him to apologize

Oh he was OUT

Why did you have to look so cute :(

“Sorry, Todoroki! I didn’t mean to fall into you.”

“I-It’s okay… um… y-yeah. You’re good. Just an accident is all…”

“Yeah… um… I would get off but… the grass is kind of… on fire.”

“WHAT?!”

He immediately iced the flames away

But after that

It was insanely obvious that he liked you

You made him even more awkward somehow

But you can’t say you didn’t return those feelings

Deku was constantly urging him to ask you out

Of course, he had to tell him what he was feeling for you before he did that

And Todoroki was shocked

So that’s why his heart starts beating faster every time you’re around him

Wild

It was painful watching him try to interact with you after that

Every time

He’s be like I’m gonna do it

I’m gonna ask her

Just watch me !!!

And then

He’d go up to you

And you would smile at him and say hi

And he would just FREEZE

Poor baby

But one day he had enough

“Are you sure she’ll say yes, Midoriya?”

“Todoroki I am nearly 100% positive she will agree to go on a date with you.”

“…only nearly 100% and not exactly 100%?”

Uraraka got mad and literally pushed him towards you

He got the hint and walked over to you

“Hi Todoroki! What’s u-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me? I will pay for everything I promise and there’s this nice cafe and I can-”

He started rambling 

Usually this man doesn’t speak

But you made him so nervous that he couldn’t seem to stop

Of course that is until you interrupted him

“I would love to, Todoroki! When? Tonight?” “Uhhh… yeah, yeah sure tonight.”

The first date of many

He quickly learned that you were actually a cat

Like yeah okay he knew you had a cat quirk

But oh my god

You are a cat

He finds that you’re absolutely drawn to his left side

Of course it’s because he’s warm

But he doesn’t get it until on time you were near the pool

Because Bakugou (being the gentleman he is) challenged you to a fight

And it wasn’t the warmest of days but you are no bitch

So you say yes

And somehow

You end up in the pool

You already aren’t the biggest fan of water

Topped with the fact that it’s FUCKING COLD 

You hop out of that shit

Like do you have a cat quirk or a dolphin quirk

And just bury yourself under Todoroki’s left arm

At first he’s like huh

And then he realizes OH

IT’S BECAUSE I’M WARM

Now he double loves when you attach to his left side

He’s also found out that you don’t like when he pays attention to you and then just stops

Usually you can control the sudden urge to go kick his homework before you do it

But one time he got on his laptop and completely stopped stroking your hair

Which he loves doing because you also purr when you’re happy and he thinks it’s adorable

And you deadass just sat on it

Without even thinking

“Uh… love?”

“Pay attention to meeeeee!”

Going back to the purring thing though

He loves it

He thinks it’s adorable in every way

But of course he’s learned not to

Do things you don’t like

He accidentally stepped on your tail one time

He went to class with claw marks and on his arms and Aizawa had to pull you two aside to make sure everything was okay

The aftermath of that incident was very amusing though

There’s a video of both of you screaming about who was more sorry to the other on Uraraka’s phone

All in all

He loves that you’re like a cat

Because he also just really likes spoiling you and taking care of you

And he’s really happy he’s with you :,)

[baepop]

J’aime II

When the barista who taught you everything you know suddenly comes back into your life, you have a hard time choosing between what feels good and what's right.

Word Count: 13.7k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Hoseok

Genre: Smut, A N G S T

A/N: Wrote a part two to a story I initially made a oneshot. Here it is, sorry in advance.

 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Vanilla latte with 3 shots!” The older man strutted towards the bar with his hands in his slacks. He gave you a polite nod and a gentle smile before taking his drink and exiting the coffee shop. The first three months after you got promoted to barista were the hardest, not only because the job was way more difficult than simply wringing up orders on the cash register, but because of the little details that kept you up at night, like the look in Jerry’s eyes every time he took his cup from your hands. It was a somber look that said this isn’t quite how I like it, but I’ll take it anyway, mixed with another look that entirely said I wish Jungkook were here.

Yeah, well, me too Jerry, me too.

There were some hidden blessings during those months from hell, however. You had thrown yourself into your work completely, busying yourself on learning everything about the shop and filling the enormous shoes that were left behind, so you barely had time to think of him. At first, he was all you could think about. You even drove past his house to see for yourself if what you had heard was true, which wasn’t a good idea because the “for sale” sign stuck into the front lawn had you breaking down for the 20th time.

Hobi made things a lot better, though. He made it a point never to speak about him or what happened unless you brought it up first, which you never did… at first anyway. You two continued on as if no one by the name of Jeon Jungkook had ever worked there. You appreciated it, because you knew he was close with him, too. Hobi would even go out of his way to make it seem as if him and Jungkook weren’t still close, but one day, you caught Jungkook’s distinct childish laughter bellowing out from the receiver of Hobi’s phone as he came into work one morning. It seemed Jungkook was catching him up on how the move went and how he was doing. Hobi was none the wiser at how you felt as though a dagger was plunging into your heart every time he chimed, “That’s so awesome, man. I’m happy for you. Wow, cool.”

I guess I was the only disposable one here.

Your sour mood had Hobi keeping his distance during that entire shift. You felt bad that your coldness made him uncomfortable, so you invited him out after work that evening.

“Sorry, I’m being such a bitch. Ice cream? On me?” You smiled at Hobi tentatively. The boy looked over at you with a smile playing at his lips.

“You said it, not me. But if it’s your treat…sure!” Your best friend beamed at you and you couldn’t help but giggle, your bad mood instantly lifted.

As you two sat in silence later that evening, licking at your melting ice creams and staring at the creek gurgling past you at the local park, the last of the sun’s fiery departure shown on your faces with a golden intensity that dwindled into cool tones and a stillness that urged you to open up to your friend.

“Sorry.” You wanted to say more but you were afraid your voice would start shaking, so you just continued eating your ice cream.

“Don’t be. It was fucked up. I’m sorry.” You shook your head as you listened to the boy who could only stare at you worriedly. When your eyes started getting glassy, he reached out and took your hand, and you let him, letting it lay limply in his strong hold, refusing to make eye contact. “You don’t need to apologize for anything. But hey, there will be plenty of guys knocking down your door once you’re ready to get back out there.”

You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder, licking at your ice cream absentmindedly. After a moment of silence, you asked, “So, how is he?” You felt Hobi stiffen, but when you squeezed his hand so as to say It’s okay, he sighed and spilled the beans.

“He’s good, great actually. He likes his room a lot better at the new house and…he’s actually started seeing someone…a neighbor, I think.” You kept nodding, even as the unwanted tears began trickling from your eyes. “He hasn’t signed up for classes yet, he decided to take the semester off and focus on his music. Oh, and his dog loves the new house, there’s a lot more space for him to run around in.” You were suddenly hit with the realization that you didn’t know Jungkook at all, and it made you feel all the more stupid for feeling so heart broken. You had no idea what his hobbies were, what his aspirations included or anything of the sort. When you began fully crying on Hobi’s shoulder his sentence died out in his throat. He let go of your hand and put his arms around your shaking frame as you buried your face into his chest and sobbed. That was the last time you ever cried over Jeon Jungkook.

Three months after the months from hell followed some of the best months you’d had since you started working at J’aime Café. You started cultivating relationships with regulars of your own and feeling pride at the kinds of drinks you were now able to make. Jin even added a few that you created, thanks to Hobi for being your faithful taste tester. It was around then that you started to let the ice around your heart thaw, though you knew it was in large part thanks to the boy who was extending the helping hand that was pulling you out of your misery. Sleeping with him helped a lot too.  

It started after the good cry at the park. Hobi began inviting you out more and more, insisting that being alone was only making things worse. You couldn’t deny it, or refuse his adorable pouting, so you spent most days of the week hanging out with your best friend. You could be found at his house playing Mario Kart in his living room or rough housing with his nieces and nephews. Sometimes you’d hang out at your house and watch scary movies, only for you to laugh at the way he’d jump at any little noise. Normally your parents wouldn’t be happy about how often he came over, but they must’ve felt pity for you seeing how depressed you’d been the past few months and decided not to give you a hard time about it.

In fact, they’d even let him sleep over on nights where you’d both go a little heavy on the soju, which surprised you to no end but were grateful for, nonetheless.

On one specific Friday night in August, you found yourself getting increasingly drunk with your best friend in the confines of your bedroom. Jin had given you the first Saturday off in a long time so you wanted to take advantage of it by getting shit faced the night before and having all of Saturday to recover.

You and Hobi’s favorite thing to do while drinking was to play one of your dad’s many board games. However, you had played almost all of the ones that were two players and up, that is, until you had dusted off a battleship box that was placed at the top of the bookshelf in your basement.

“Oh my god, Battleship!!! I used to play this when I was little! Let’s play!!” Hobi took the box from your hands and ran all the way upstairs to your room with you giggling close behind. Six bottles of soju and many balled up pieces of paper later, you and Hobi were laughing noisily at your drunken antics when a facetime call interrupted. Hobi wiped a tear from his eye before focusing on his phone screen. Jungkook was calling him and you had long noticed before the boy’s delayed reflexes kicked in to hide his phone from your eyesight.

You rolled your eyes and held your hand out. “I know Jungkook’s calling you, Hobi. You don’t have to keep hiding your friendship with him. Now hand it over.” Hobi only looked at your palm then at your face, unsure of what to do in his buzzed state.

“I don’t know Y/N… this doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“C’mon! Before it stops ringing! I’ll be on my best behavior I promise.” Unconvinced, Hobi handed his cell phone over to you nonetheless and you caught the phone call right before it could end.

You held the phone in front of you and waited for Jungkook to look at the screen and realize it was you. It seemed he was busy playing video games as the phone lay on his lap, looking up at him. His thumbs tapped furiously on the controller buttons as he began speaking nonchalantly. “Hyung, you forgot to call me earlier! You have to tell me when you’re free soon so you can help.”

“Hey Jungkook!” Hobi pursed his lips, realizing this was a bad idea after all and lunged for his phone but you held it out of the way, keeping it trained on your face. Jungkook’s head snapped down towards the screen and started scrambling to pick up the phone.

“Y/N! Hey… sorry, did I dial your number by accident?” You couldn’t help feeling hurt, but nonetheless put a brave face on. As you let your eyes fall onto Jungkook’s face, you drank in everything you could in the little time you knew you had. It seemed he had put on just a little bit of weight that brought color back to his cheeks and it made you happy deep down below all the levels of anger you felt for him. His hair was longer and curlier and…was that a new tattoo?

“Nope. This is Hobi’s phone. We’re hanging out right now and he’s super busy so…” You looked over at your friend who was frozen, staring back at you with wide eyes. You couldn’t help giggling at the sight.

“Ah… and where exactly are you two and what are you doing?” Jungkook jutted his chin out towards the camera and rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, something you had noticed he always did when he was annoyed. When you didn’t respond right away, he took in the rosiness in your cheeks and the glassiness in your eyes. “Have you been drinking?”

You continued laughing as you responded, “That’s none of your fucking business. Also cut your fucking hair. Byyeeeee.”

“Wai-“ You hung up on Jungkook and gave Hobi his phone back, feeling the satisfaction you were hoping you’d feel after talking to him, although, it was hard not to feel confident under the influence of alcohol.

Hobi chuckled and put the device in his back pocket. “Why am I not surprised you would pull something like that? Best behavior my ass!”

“Well you’re the idiot that believed me!” You smiled and swayed, letting your hair loose from its top knot. You shook your head to loosen your stiff hair then blew strands out of your face in the silliest way possible because you knew it would make Hobi laugh.

“I guess you’re right. Maybe we should get you to bed before you do anything else you might regret when you’re sober.” Your friend chuckled at the sight of you before getting to his feet.

“Hey, NO RAGRETS, man! L-Like that guy from that movie with the chest tattoo! Remember Hobi?” You started having another fit of laughter as the boy led you to your bed by the elbow.

“Yes, yes, I remember, now put your pajamas on.” You began lifting your shirt over your head and Hobi instantly brought your arms back down. “Easy there, wait till I get out of the room.” He chuckled as a blush spread across his face. He exited your room and waited behind the closed door for a few minutes. When you didn’t call him back in, he knocked and peaked his head in only to see you fast asleep on top of the covers. Hobi smiled with a tender and affectionate look in his eyes. He gently pulled the covers from under you and tucked you in. Before he could ready the floor for him to sleep on, you reached out and grabbed his wrist then mumbled something about wanting him to sleep in the bed with you. Hobi hesitated before finally agreeing. As he crawled under the covers next to you, he gulped nervously. The atmosphere seemed to be extremely heavy as you both laid next to each other, your hearts beating furiously in your chests.

You weren’t sure why you were suddenly curious about your best friend. Maybe it was the heartbreak and the alcohol mixed together, but either way it had your hand crawling under the covers to find his. Hobi laced his fingers in between yours and shifted his head to the side to look at you. You did the same, letting your eyes fall onto his face as he swallowed thickly. He seemed unsure of himself, so you leaned in and planted a brief kiss on his lips to test the waters. That brief kiss turned into a full blown make out session under the warmth of your covers. As your hands roamed each other’s bodies respectfully, neither of you spared a thought on what you were doing in fear of ruining the moment.

When your lips grew cherry red and glistening, you nestled your head on his shoulder and fell back asleep while Hobi laid wide awake, stiffening each time your soft breath would caress his exposed skin. Eventually, he fell asleep with his nose buried in your hair. After that night, your once innocent hangouts had turned into some of the best sex you’d ever had.

Hoseok grunted as he carefully held your hair away from your face, combing his fingers through your strands and pulling upwards to get a better look. Drool slipped from your lips and began dripping onto his exposed thighs. You loved the noises he made whenever you sucked his cock, especially when you paid more attention to the head.

He drew in a breath through gritted teeth, watching you carefully as your lips closed around the tip of his penis with your tongue thoroughly massaging him where he liked it the most. Your eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him while sinking back down his shaft, plunging him further and further into your lubricated mouth. He threw his head back in absolute pleasure, trying to hold back from bucking into you and causing you to choke.

As you slowly began bobbing up and down his length, your eyes ravished his fucked out appearance that only served to turn you on further. Your underwear stuck to your damp core as you observed his Adams apple bobbing underneath his perfectly taught skin and his lips trembling with the shaky breaths he was releasing as a result of your ministrations. His curly hair was disheveled, but even then, he still managed to look like the embodiment of sex itself somehow. At first it was weird, having these sorts of thoughts about your best friend, but those feelings melted away the second he showed you his talent for bringing your orgasms out of hiding effortlessly.

Being with Hobi was different than with Jungkook. You weren’t head over heels for him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t thoroughly enjoy pleasing him. It also didn’t invalidate the way your body responded to him like an instrument crafted just for him. At first, fucking him served as the greatest comfort to you. Getting dumped so harshly bruised your ego, but having Hobi worshiping your body the way he did was doing wonders for your wounded state. You just wanted to repay him the favor and give him the best fuck of his life.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” Hobi’s whisper was strained as you gripped the base of his dick tightly and began pumping upwards, urging his climax on. The muscles on his thighs flexed as he grew closer and closer to his release. You took his penis out of your mouth with a pop and focused on jerking him off using the abundance of saliva dripping off of it. Hoseok gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white as spurts of his cum painted your awaiting tongue.  

He breathed heavily while pulling his pants back up. You took his extended hand for support as you got off your knees, wiping the corners of your mouth with your thumb. Hobi ran his hand through his hair as he looked at you with awe and gratitude, flashing you a lopsided smile. Suddenly he grabbed you by the hips and pulled your close to him, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. He wanted to make you scream his name, but the circumstances didn’t quite allow for that. Suddenly, he was hoisting you up onto the small sink, spreading your legs as he knelt onto the bathroom floor. You rested your foot on the counter, looking down at the boy as he waisted no time shifting your underwear to the side and burying his head in between your legs.

You bit your lip, your lower abdomen twitching every time his tongue flicked your clit. You were already so wet from having given him head that your pussy was aching to be filled up to the brim the way only his dick could. However, having full blown sex was too risky in the confines of your half bathroom, so you’d take what you could get for the time being. Your walls pulsed at each electric sensation that his mouth offered your sensitive bud.

Hoseok took turns licking stripes up the center and sucking on your clit, slowly driving you further into insanity. Soon you were holding onto his hair, keeping him close to you as his lips latched onto your clit with vigor. His large hands kneaded the inside of your thighs. Feeling the way your body responded to him was his most favorite thing. You struggled to keep quiet, the buildup of sensation threatening to overtake you.

Hoseok kept his eyes trained on your face. Your mouth hung open and your eyes stared slightly past him as your orgasm slowly crept up. He recognized that look on your face, so he detached himself from your dripping pussy and stood up, sliding two of his fingers into you. You were so wet that there was hardly any resistance. His fingers expertly curved upwards inside of you and you instantly felt the jolting sensation threaten to make you come undone right then and there. Hoseok bit his bottom lip, leaning in close to you with his face inches from yours as he watched you struggle to keep quiet. He smirked cheekily, reading the pleasure on your face. He absolutely loved watching you get off on his fingers, it’d never get old to him. His digits pumped in and out of you furiously as you held onto his shoulders for support, surrendering yourself to the delicious feeling of him fucking you with his fingers.

Mewls began spilling from your mouth involuntarily, so Hobi pressed his lips against yours to stifle the sinful sounds filling the small room. Hobi held you close to him with his free hand as your body squirmed under the immense pleasure he was giving you. Soon enough you were moaning into his mouth as you squirted on his hand, soaking his fingers and palm in the process. You saw stars as you tasted yourself on his tongue, momentarily forgetting where you were. When he finished milking your orgasm with his fingers, he pulled them out and adjusted your underwear for you. You shivered, both of you slightly out of breath. He helped you off of the sink and held the door open for you as you hurried to return to your living room before your parents noticed you were gone suspiciously long.

“Wow, you even remembered the right amount of steamed almond milk to put in my cup! Would it be terribly inappropriate to confess my love to you right now?” The older gentleman in a fitted suit swirled the stirrer around in his large sized cup.

You giggled as you continued making the next drink in line. “It would, but I certainly wouldn’t stop you.” As you pulled on the steaming nozzles, you looked back up at one of your favorite regulars in time to see him wink at you before heading out. You heard Hobi making vomit noises to your left which had you grinning through the rest of the morning rush.

It was a chilly Saturday at the start of September, and you and Hobi were the only ones in the store. Jin hadn’t gotten around to hiring a new employee, but it was fine since you two worked so well together. Working with your new lover was much different than it was with Jungkook. Hobi still always kept a respectable distance from you in public and he’d also never flirt with you. On the surface, you two seemed as platonic as you always had been, and it gave you the breathing room you needed while still getting over Jungkook.

As you squatted to wipe down the cabinets during the slowness of the late afternoon, you heard the small ticket machine buzz and print out a new online order. You reached for a cup and the ticket. Large dark roast coffee, black. You turned around towards the brew machine and began filling the cup to the brim, humming a song that had been stuck in your head all day. The familiar chime of the door rang gently throughout the shop, signaling a new customer entering, probably the one who had just ordered. As your fingers expertly fitted a cup sleeve and a lid on the steaming cup of coffee, you turned again and placed the cup on the counter. Before you could look up, a pale hand reached for the cup and enveloped your hand in the process. Your scalp prickled as you realized who those peculiar hand tattoos belonged to.

Everything inside of you froze. You swallowed thickly as your eyes led you on a journey to Jungkook’s face. Leather jacket, long dark curly hair, dangly earrings, big bright eyes, bunny smile. You stared at Jungkook for what felt like an eternity and he did the same.

His touch felt like it was burning proof of his presence on your flesh. Your subconscious urged you to say something, anything, but you could only settle for parting your lips. When it all became too much, you blinked rapidly and yanked your hand out of his grasp. The cup threatened to tip at your jerky movement but Jungkook steadied it without his eyes leaving you.

“No hello?” Jungkook took a small sip of his coffee. Finally, you mustered a weak “hey” and squatted back down and out of sight to continue wiping the cabinets, a furious heat radiating from your face.

“Yo! JK! It’s been a minute brother!” You could hear Hobi’s enthusiasm as he came out of the back room and rounded the bar to give Jungkook a hug. They embraced while patting each other’s backs in genuine happiness. Hobi held Jungkook at arm’s length, eyeing him. “A-Are you taller than me now!?”

Jungkook laughed heartily at his friend’s antics. “Shut the fuck up Hobi, it’s only been a couple months! But for the record, I was always taller than you.”

Part of you wanted to join in on the fun and catch up too, but you knew there was no way you could. Jungkook coming in unannounced completely caught you off guard. You still hadn’t come to terms with seeing him again after what happened. You didn’t know what to say or how to act around him after he ghosted you the way he did. If you had seen him months ago, you’d probably have reached over the bar and smacked him for being such a douchebag to you. But now? After so many months had passed, you kind of just wanted answers.

“Are you still coming by later, hyung?” You heard Jungkook backing out of the coffee shop as Hobi answered him from behind the bar.

“Yeah! Just text me the address, I’m not closing today so I can come by around six.” The chime of the door signaled Jungkook’s departure and the release of the breath you had been holding in.

Hobi walked over to you and crouched down, taking the now dry rag out of your hands. “You know he’s gone now, right? It’s safe to come out.” Hobi whispered at you extra loudly. You pursed your lips at his teasing.

“Yeah, I know. I’m not hiding or anything. It’s just really filthy down here!”

“Mhm, sure.” You stood up and followed Hobi to the grinder. As he began scooping beans into the hole, you tried to seem as nonchalant as possible before grilling your friend.

“So…”

“Go ahead and ask me Y/N.” He couldn’t hide the exasperation in his voice.

“You weren’t going to tell me he’s in town today?”

“He’s been in town since last week, he just hadn’t stopped by the shop yet, so you haven’t seen him until today.”

“Umm, okay, why? Visiting you?”

Hobi gave you a knowing look, shaking his head with a smirk as he poured more beans into the grinder, “Nah, he actually just moved back into town. He got himself a small apartment on the north side. He really missed it here, I guess. Anyway, I promised him I would help him move some furniture in today so I can’t come by later, in case you wanted to hang out.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to the sudden influx of information. Jungkook was back? Your heart fluttered a bit, like a dying bird shaking its wings at the sign of help.

Wait, my best friend knew that the guy that broke my heart was back in our lives and didn’t say anything?!

You pushed Hobi but the towering boy barely budged. He looked at you in confusion.

“Why didn’t you say anything!? I looked like an idiot back there! You didn’t think to tell me Jungkook was back permanently!? What kind of friend are you?!” You paced back and forth behind the bar fuming.

“Woah woah, I may have let you find out on your own, but it was entirely your decision to hide under the espresso machines like a huge weenie.” You pushed Hobi again for daring to make fun of you at a time like this. “Anyway, I didn’t think it was a huge deal. It’s not like he got his old job back. You’ll probably barely see him.”

You sighed and sagged against the counter, taking all this information in. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t want to see him again. You actually kind of did. You missed him after all. You also never got closure for everything that happened, but you weren’t sure that you wanted to open up that wound again after you’d been doing so well.

After a while, you started getting angry thinking about everything. You began wiping down the already clean counters vigorously. So, this guy’s just going to strut in like he owns the place? Move back to my neighborhood without so much as a phone call?! Who does Jungkook think he is honestly!?

Your anger carried out well into the night when you found yourself swiveling in your desk chair out of pure boredom. You laid your pouting face on your arms that rested on the back of your chair, your toe moving you to and fro. You wondered what Hobi and Jungkook were up to right now. Feeling terribly lonely and left out, you scrolled through your phone, but nothing served as a good enough distraction.

You sighed dramatically, throwing your head back in frustration. You pondered whether to call Hobi and be nosy or not. It bothered you that he was casually hanging out with the guy that dumped you in the worst way possible, but you knew you couldn’t really hold it over him, since Jungkook was also his best friend long before you entered the picture. Still, you reserved the right to feel petty about it privately. You’d also be lying if you said it didn’t weird you out that they were hanging out, wondering if Jungkook knew you were now fucking his best friend. I mean, wasn’t there a code between males about not doing that kind of thing? The only reasoning you could attribute to it was that Jungkook simply didn’t care, which bummed you out.

As you stared at your tidy bed, you contemplated just going to sleep early. It was 9:58pm on a Saturday and you had nothing to do. Even your parents were out enjoying themselves right now.

You crawled into bed and laid on your side with your phone in your palm. Just as you closed your eyes, it buzzed violently in your hand. Your eyes shot open as you turned your phone to see who was calling. Hobi wanted to FaceTime you, much to your excitement.

There was a small delay in between you pressing the green button and Hobi’s chirpy voice coming through your receiver.

“Y/N! Heeeey!!...Are you sleeping?” You jolted upright, holding your phone to your face.

“Uhh no. What’s up? I wasn’t expecting to hear from you tonight!”

“Yeah, well, me and Jungkook are done with everything and we just got some beers. We were wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out. It probably won’t be a late night since we’re both exhausted, but I figured I’d see if you weren’t up to anything.”

“Uhhhh. I’m actually pretty busy but thanks for the invite!”

“Oh, you are? With what exactly?” You could hear the sarcasm dripping from Hobi’s voice as he deadpanned into the camera.

“You remember…that stuff I had to take care of. Tell Jungkook I’m sorry. I actually gotta go so…” You didn’t give Hobi a chance to retort before you ended the call and laid back down feeling lame. Only a few seconds passed before your phone began buzzing again. Ughhh Hobi! Leave me alone!

When you answered the call this time, it was Jungkook’s face instead of who you were expecting. You sat up again and looked at your phone in confusion.

“Hey Y/N. Hoseok failed miserably at getting you to come over so I thought I’d give it a try.” Jungkook spoke nonchalantly as he looked at you through the phone, his eyes alight with humor. You pursed your lips in annoyance but nonetheless let him speak uninterrupted. “I’m going to send you the address, please come…I miss you.” Your protest didn’t quite make it past your lips, his ending statement catching you off guard. He misses me? He hung up and texted you his address shortly afterward as promised.

You hugged your knees to your chest, contemplating the invitation. You really, really did not want to go now that your wishes had become a reality. You felt nauseous just thinking about being in an intimate setting with Jungkook again. It might not be so bad because Hobi will be there too, but still, you dragged your feet as you got ready to go to the north side of town. Was it really ok to hang out with him as if nothing ever happened? Are we just going to pretend that everything is peachy between us?

You got ready in record time before getting into your car and driving towards Jungkook’s. You figured jeans and a hoodie was good enough for the occasion, considering you weren’t trying to impress anyone anymore. At a red light, you checked your face in the mirror, feeling increasingly uneasy the closer you got to your destination. You talked yourself in and out of going a few times before you decided to commit to showing up. When you pulled up to the apartment, you noticed Jungkook and Hobi were sitting on the porch steps watching your car approach. You gave a small wave from the window and Hobi immediately hopped off the stair and jogged to you. You lowered your window once he hunched over and tapped on it.

“Hey.” You looked up at Hobi with a frown.

“Hey.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“I know, it’s okay. Just don’t be a weenie again. Now get out of the car.” You sighed, turning the car off and unbuckling your seat belt as Hobi held the door open for you.

As you walked past Jungkook and into the complex, he followed closely behind you, your heart pounding furiously inside of your chest.

“Right here.” Jungkook grabbed your arm when you passed his door unknowingly, and you jerked out of it as quickly as you felt his fingers close around you. The tingling sensation lingered long after the brief moment had ended.

As you entered the apartment, you took in the compact yet functional space. Many things were still in boxes. A small beige couch stood against the wall with a small coffee table stationed in front that had beers piled atop, governing the left side of the apartment. Past the living room in the opposite direction was a small kitchen and a hallway with doors along it, one of those you assumed to be Jungkook’s bedroom.

You all took your shoes off and headed to the living area. Sitting Indian style around the coffee table, you all took the beers out of the shopping bags they were still in. Most were IPAs, which had you making a face in disgust.

“Don’t worry,” Hobi addressed you as he pulled a six-pick of your favorite beer from under the table, “I figured you might come so I got something girly you could drink.” You smiled at him and took the drinks from his hand.

“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”

Hobi paused to think for a second before turning to you, “Yeah, I think you have, actually.” You giggled and slapped his arm playfully. As you reached for the bottle opener attached to your car keys, Jungkook took the beer out of your hands and quickly popped the cap off before handing it back to you.

“Thanks.” You didn’t look him in the eyes when you addressed him, instead choosing to stare straight ahead as you took a long swig of your beer. After a moment of silence, you turned to Hobi again, “So… how was the move?”

Jungkook answered before your friend could even open his mouth, “It was fine. How was work, Y/N?” Jungkook drummed his fingers on the table as he took a swig of his beer, staring directly at you, but you continued looking anywhere but at him.

“It was fine,” You answered curtly. “So Hobi, have you checked your phone? I sent you this really funny meme earlier.” Hobi reached for his phone but then paused as Jungkook piped up yet again.

“I like memes too. What was it about?” You sighed and finally looked at the boy who was eyeing you with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Are you going to let Hobi talk or…?”

“Are you going to talk to me, ever?”

“I thought you didn’t want to hear from me actually, considering the way you left me high and dry.” You challenged Jungkook, both of you looking at each other angrily. Hobi stared in between you two, rubbing the back of his sweaty neck.

“Ok, this is awkward, I’m going to go to the bathroom, you two try not to kill each other while I’m gone.” Hobi got up and bounded towards the hallway with you protesting his departure until he disappeared.

You grew increasingly nervous as the seconds passed. Your eyes wandered around the room as Jungkook’s fingers continued to drum on the table. While you carefully avoided eye contact, Jungkook’s eyes never left you even as he took swigs of his beer.

Jungkook placed his beer carefully on the table, his jaw looking as sharp as ever as he furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation. “Is that what you think? That I didn’t want to hear from you?”

“What else would you have me think?” Jungkook sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N, we were on great terms before I left. Why would you think something like that?” You sighed too, looking towards the hallway and seeing no sign of your friend.

“Yeah, well, I thought we were too but then you up and left and told everyone but me that you were leaving. That kind of thing sends a different message.” You angrily drank from your beer, finishing it off then reaching for another. Jungkook took it out of your hands again and opened it for you. When you reached for the beer, Jungkook placed it on the table and took hold of your hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb. Your eyes widened and your breath hitched. The gesture surprised you, yet you hesitated on pulling away, the feeling both foreign and natural.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I upset you,” You guffawed at his apology, the word upset being an understatement, “I thought you just didn’t care. You said so yourself…that we weren’t serious whatsoever and that I was just temporary. I figured it was pointless…” Jungkook’s confusion mirrored your own. “But I’m back now so…can’t we go back to how things were?”

You gaped at him, not knowing which part of his speech to address first. “…I said what!?” Just then, Hobi returned to the living room, drying his wet hands on his pants. You ripped your hand out of his grasp and took your beer back with misty eyes. You hadn’t expected for anything he could possibly say to get to you, but it did. You couldn’t believe how apathetic he was about everything, as if he hadn’t ripped your heart out from your chest the day he left.

“We forgot to get hand towels at the store.” Hobi sat down adjacent to you, looking in between you both to see if the tense situation had dissolved yet. Jungkook’s eyes lingered on you, realizing this wasn’t the time or place to talk properly.

“Uh, yeah that’s right. My bad, I’ll pick some up tomorrow.” Jungkook cleared his throat before continuing, shifting uncomfortably. “Let’s put something on the TV.” Hobi flipped through a couple channels before settling on a competitive cooking show. You both loved watching those, but you couldn’t focus on it, not when Jungkook was sitting a few feet from you and saying things that were confusing you to no end. Why does he think I wouldn’t care? If anyone thought we were temporary it, was definitely him.

You all watched a few episodes in silence before you and Hobi decided to head home. As Hobi gathered his belongings, you discarded all the empty beer bottles.

“Hey Y/N, I don’t think you’re good to drive. I hardly drank so why don’t I just drive you home?” You looked at Hobi, contemplating his proposal. You did pound back a few beers to try and calm your nerves to no avail.

“You’re more than welcome to stay, though. There’s plenty of room.” Jungkook piped up from across the room. You looked at his cheeky grin, feeling unsettled. Why he thought that was at all okay to say was beyond you. Hobi read your shift in mood and jumped to action.

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Hobi lead you to the door with his hand on the small of your back, opening it for you and gently pushing you out. “We’ll see you around JK. Stop by the shop soon, don’t be a stranger!” You could hear Jungkook struggling to form a sentence before the door closed behind you and your friend. As you looked up at Hobi, you felt instant gratitude at how he took charge of the situation. You leaned into him for support as he walked you to the passenger side of his car.

“Have I told you how much I love you? Cause I do!” You smiled goofily and Hobi chuckled softly as he buckled you into the passenger seat.

“I think you might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

As you two drove in the direction of your house in silence, you couldn’t help but stare at your friend with fondness and wonderment. At a red light, he looked at you for a second. “What?”

“Thanks for having my back.” Hobi smiled weakly but didn’t offer a response, so you continued talking to fill the silence. “Jeez…I can’t believe him. I know he’s your friend and all but, his capacity to be callous astounds me. I can’t believe I cried over him.” You shook your head as you looked out of the window, feeling like an idiot of pining over an illusion.

More silence followed until the buzzing of Hobi’s phone interrupted boisterously. A text message came through, so you took his phone to read it to him, something you often did whenever Hobi was driving.

You read the text message out loud in a monotonous tone, “Are you two fucking yet?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the phone, rereading it in your head. You looked for the name of the sender, black bold letters reading “JK” at the top of the screen told you everything you needed to know. Hobi laughed aloud, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“I-Is he talking about us?” You looked at your best friend for confirmation.

Hobi eyed you for a second then shifted his eyes back to the road with an amused yet annoyed look on his face. He finally nodded, and your nostrils flared with rage.

“Why does he care?! I’m clearly no one to him! He has some goddamn nerve! And what the hell does he mean by ‘yet’?!” You began typing out an angry reply to Jungkook but Hobi took his phone from your hand in an instant. “Hobi! Come on!”

The boy shook his head as you whined. “I haven’t exactly told him about us. I don’t want him to find out like this.”

“I mean, he’s clearly on to us…but it’s none of his fucking business!” Your voice was getting louder as Hobi’s car idled in front of your house.

“Except it is his business. Y/N, he’s not the one at fault here. I’m the one who should be getting all the heat. I—”

You let out an exasperated laugh that cut off his next sentence. “I can make my own decisions. I can sleep with whoever I want. You’re not taking advantage of the situation, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Hobi pursed his lips, resting his head on the seat. He looked tired when you took notice of the bags under his eyes for the first time. You’d never seen him so serious before, so you made an effort to calm yourself down as you took in a deep breath.

Hobi smiled bitterly before speaking. “You know he was always jealous of us, right?”

You guffawed, “JEALOUS?! That’s real funny considering he got a girlfriend as soon as he moved.” You shook your head. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that? You looked at your friend again but didn’t let him talk as you made another realization. “Oh my god! Is that why he’d get weird sometimes when the three of us would hang out?!” Hobi nodded, his small smile acknowledging the irony in the situation.

You sat back in your seat, thinking about all the times you hung out as a trio. Eventually, you turned your body toward him, resting your head in your palm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You spoke softly so that Hobi didn’t think you were angry at him. You were just curious, and most of all, taken aback.

Your friend ran his hand through his hair and shrugged, staring ahead. “I guess I didn’t want to cause any drama. Besides, the whole thing was silly anyway. Jungkook never had any competition when it came to you.” Hobi’s head turned to the side to look at you head on for the first time.

You were speechless and could only stare back at him wordlessly. Your heart tightened in your chest at the thought of Hobi feeling incomparable. You felt the air become heavy in the car as something went unspoken between you and your best friend. You didn’t know who began leaning in, but eventually, your lips were pressed up against each other in the gentlest kiss you’d had in a long time. Your lips molded around his as your hands reached up to cup his face. They conveyed the affection you felt that your words couldn’t dictate. Neither of you moved as you both relished in the sweetness of the moment. Hobi was the first to break the kiss, hesitating with his forehead on yours then moving back completely.

He cleared his throat, “You should get inside and get some rest.” You looked at him in slight confusion. Normally he’d be eager to come inside with you, so you couldn’t help the nagging feeling that this situation was weighing heavily on him, even though you felt it shouldn’t.

Your hand hesitated on the door handle as you looked back at him. “You don’t want to come inside?” Hobi opened his mouth to respond, but a strained look on his face stopped him from saying anything. He pursed his lips then turned the car on.

“Nah, I should really get home. I’ll see you at work though.” He offered you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You couldn’t help feeling bummed as you exited his car.

The next day at work had gone exactly as it always did, momentarily calming your fears of things somehow feeling secretly different between you and Hobi. However, when he rejected your invitation to come over after work, your fear crept up again, although you didn’t make a fuss about it.

As you sat in the bathtub contemplating the events from the day before, your mind kept going back to that text message. You weren’t sure if it was silly of you to be so hung up on it, but you couldn’t help but feel as if Hobi was keeping something from you. You two shared everything, so why would he feel the need to keep a secret from you suddenly? Especially one that involved Jungkook. You tried to put yourself in his shoes, wondering if he felt guilty about being sexually involved with you. The thought made you sad.

A phone call came through suddenly and when you saw who it was from, you rushed to shake the bubbles off your hand to pick it up. Speaking of the devil.

“Hey Hobi. What’s up?”

“Hey! You in the tub?”

“Yup.”

“Knew it.” You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Wanna catch a movie tonight?”

“Yes! But I thought you were busy?”

“My schedule suddenly cleared up. I’ll pick you up at 8.” You rolled your eyes again as you hung up. Schedule my ass.

As you curled your hair with your curling wand, you primped your lashes and checked your outfit for the 10th time. It had been such a weird couple of days that you were just excited to relax and not have to think about anything but watch a movie with your favorite person.

As promised, you heard Hobi honking on his horn at 8:00 on the dot, and you rushed out to meet him.

“Hey you!” You climbed into the front seat excitedly.

“Hey!” Hobi began whistling as he pulled off. You found yourself smiling and enjoying the music that was playing, tapping on your thighs to the beat.

“Oh, Jungkook is coming by the way.” Your face fell as you turned towards him.

“Excuse me?”

“Did you not want him to come?” Hobi could never hold back smiling when he was teasing you.

“Hobi!!” You whined childishly.

“He’s already there so…I can’t take back the invitation now.” He chuckled as you gaped at him. You shook your head, feeling bamboozled. “Plus he feels bad for being dickish the other night.”

You frowned. “I’m just not sure we can really go back to the way things were.”

Hobi frowned too, taking a minute to think before responding. “I’ll be there the whole time, promise. I won’t let things be weird. Besides, we used to have so much fun together.”

You sighed and nodded, growing quiet for the rest of the car ride and contemplating what to say to Jungkook when you see him. You had mixed feelings about the situation, that was for sure. It seemed you and Jungkook were on totally different pages. You also wondered if Hobi was taking a step back in favor of being just friends since Jungkook was in the picture again. Did he think you’d just go right back to Jungkook and shun him? You looked over at him as he drove.

“Does Jungkook being back change things between us?” Hoseok turned his head to you briefly, considering your words.

“Should it?”

“No.”

A small smile formed on his lips. After a beat, he let go of the steering wheel to squeeze your thigh. You smiled back then looked out of the window, feeling your nerves calming down some but not completely. You still had to figure out what was going on with Jungkook if you two ever had any chance of getting along again.

As Hobi looked for parking, you could already make out the tall boy waiting out front of the theatre in that leather jacket you loved so much. The old you would be feeling butterflies and probably drooling. You couldn’t lie and say he didn’t still fluster you, but you weren’t ready to surrender yourself to those feelings again.

Hobi waved as you both walked towards the entrance. Jungkook returned the gesture then opened the door for you two to walk through. You eyed him timidly as you passed him. His eyes met yours briefly and he offered you a guarded smile to which you simply looked away. When he began engaging Hobi in conversation, you looked back at him, drinking in his appearance. Your memories of him that you kept replaying in your mind during all those months had not done him any justice. He had styled his hair out of his face, exposing his forehead and making him look a lot older. His button up hung loosely but still managed to get tight around his chest. His aroma was intoxicating as usual. It all suddenly became too much for you, the butterflies you thought were dead suddenly resurfacing. You decided to walk on the other side of Hobi before you got caught drooling.

The three of you chose an action movie to watch this time. The boys were hollering and cheering the entire time in the empty theatre as destruction and explosions sounded loudly throughout the room. You giggled, their excitement becoming contagious. You felt Jungkook’s eyes on you many times throughout the movie, and it brought you back to the first time you had all hung out together in this same theatre. You wondered if Hobi was right, if things didn’t have to be so fucked up after all.

As the three of you exited the theatre, you paused in front of the doors to say your goodbyes before going your separate ways. Before you could turn to leave along with Hobi, Jungkook cleared his throat and touched your arm.

“Y/N, why don’t I give you a ride back to my house so you can drive your car home?” When you furrowed your brows at him, he shot his hands up defensively. “No funny business, I swear.”

You sighed contemplating the situation, “Oh…uh. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” You looked back towards Hobi who stood in the middle of the parking lot. He looked at you uncertainly then at Jungkook. Something went unspoken between them before he nodded and waved, turning around to head to his car. You turned towards Jungkook who was already padding across the parking lot. You jogged to catch up with him, thanking him for being so thoughtful.

As you opened the passenger door and climbed in, you noticed that nothing really looked different inside of his car. That same gum wrapper you grew so acquainted with that had always lain crumpled on the floor was still there, and you smiled down at your feet, feeling comforted.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook started the car and headed onto the main road.

“Ah, nothing.” You fiddled with the zipper on your jacket before clearing your throat. You wanted to just lay everything out in the open, if seeing him was going to be a regular thing.

“So, a little birdie told me you’re jealous, of me and Hobi?” You peered over at him, unsure of what his reaction might be.

Jungkook quirked a brow at you. He rolled his tongue around inside his cheek thoughtfully.

“Is this little birdie named Hoseok by any chance?” Jungkook responded to you in a manner that told you he was slightly annoyed. Nonetheless, you pressed on.

“It doesn’t matter, answer the question.”

Jungkook sighed, realizing there was no where to run. “Well, you two had always been so close from the start. I thought you might’ve been into him back then so I felt like I had to work a little harder to win you over,” Jungkook paused to look at you before continuing, “I, uh, actually asked him to back off a bit so I could have a proper chance with you.” Jungkook chuckled, feeling embarrassed.

You nodded thoughtfully, unsure of what to do with his admission. “Well…you didn’t really need to do that. I only had eyes for you so…” You figured if Jungkook was saying something that was hard for him to admit, then so would you. You looked out of the window, avoiding his look of surprise. Jungkook nodded in return, unable to hold back his toothy grin as he turned onto the highway.

After a minute of watching the road, you realized why you were feeling so nostalgic. You turned to Jungkook who had been quiet for a while now. “You’re kidnapping me again, aren’t you?”

“Again, it’s called dating.” Jungkook laughed as you slapped his arm for patronizing you.

“Jungkook—” You began to object, but the boy cut you off before you could.

“Humor me, please? For old times sake.” You shook your head at him, his presumptuousness knowing no bounds.

As you two pulled up to Jungkook’s favorite bar, you turned to him again as he parked the car. “Are we recreating our first date? That’s very cheesy of you.” You struggled to maintain a straight face.

“Hmm, some would say romantic, actually.” You both smiled and walked inside together.

“Bill!” Jungkook greeted the bartender loudly. The balding older man turned around and smiled as he threw his arms up.

“Jungkook! Where you been buddy!? We’ve gone bankrupt without your sad butt in here drinking all the beer!” The two men laughed and patted each other’s backs.

“I had to go away for a while but no worries, I’m back now!”

“Well that’s great then! Can I get you your usual?” Jungkook nodded as the bartender turned to you. “And for the lady?”

You looked at him then back at the older gentleman. “I’ll have what he’s having.” As the bartender busied himself with uncapping two beers, you fished for some quarters in your bag. “Pool? I’ll definitely kick your ass this time.” Both Jungkook and the bartender laughed heartily at your jab.

“She’s feisty! I like her.” The bartender placed both of your drinks on the counter and you both took them as you headed towards the pool table.

“Yeah, I like her too.” Jungkook beamed a smile at you but you rolled your eyes at him in return, although you failed to keep your lips from curving upwards.

“Watch yourself Jeon, we’re here as friends, and barely even that. You have much explaining to do.” Jungkook brought his beer to his lips, smiling and nodding along as his eyes checked out your back side. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the way you were making him work for it.

The game was neck and neck the entire time. You weren’t nearly as bad as you had been the first time you two played pool, but Jungkook was still good enough to keep you on your toes. You two were both down to the 8-ball, taking turns missing each shot you called until you finally nailed that shiny black ball head on and sent it plunging into the corner right pocket.

Jungkook placed his hands on the top of his head with a look of surprise. “Oh man, you actually beat me!”

You giggled and put your pool stick on the empty table. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I told you I was good!”

“Yeah but I mean, last time you really sucked so…” You pushed him over and over again as he laughed. After the third time, he caught your hands in his and pulled them around to his back, bringing you up close to him. You looked up at him, taken aback by the lack of space in between the two of you. He smiled and looked down at you, talking in a low dulcet tone meant only for you.

“Good game.” Jungkook’s eyes trailed over your face, lingering fractionally longer on your parted lips.

You cleared your throat, blushing as you took a step back. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Jungkook grinned at your flustered demeanor. “Let’s play a game.”

You quirked your brow, “A game?”

Jungkook took you by the hand and lead you to the bar. You both sat on adjacent stools as Jungkook ordered a round of shots for the both of you. “Yep. You said I had some explaining to do, but I have some questions of my own. So, let’s ask each other anything we want the whole truth about. If any of us hesitates to answer, we have to take a shot.”

“Okay, who’s starting?”

“Ladies first.” Jungkook motioned over to you as he placed your shots in between you two.

“Okay...” You turned the shot glass around in your fingers, debating on what to address first. You threw caution to the wind as you stared straight into Jungkook’s eyes. “Are you still together with that girl you started seeing in Connecticut?”

Jungkook quirked a brow. “There’s no girl. I was never seeing anyone other than you.” Jungkook answered immediately, staring back at you in confusion. “Jeez, you really think I’m some player, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckled lightheartedly as he took a swig of his beer. Wait…but…that’s not… Jungkook misinterpreted your speechlessness as you waiting for him to ask his question. “My turn. Are you seeing someone right now?”

“N—Um…” You struggled to describe exactly what was going on in between you and Hobi. Neither yes nor no was the entire truth.

“Drink.” He regarded you sternly, poking his cheek with his tongue in annoyance. You nodded and took the shot sullenly. It burned all the way down and tasted like poison, but you managed to keep your cool. You eyed Jungkook, wondering what was going through his mind.

“My turn. Are you really here to stay this time?”

“Yes. I’m not going anywhere babe.” There were those damn butterflies again. It seemed as though they were here to stay too. “My turn. How much does Jerry miss me?”

You burst out into laughter and Jungkook couldn’t help but join in. “Oh my god, he misses you so much. I swear he hates my lattes!”

Jungkook chuckled along, “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s entirely true. And your squad of fangirls stopped coming around too once they figured out that you quit.” Your laughter calmed down and your tone turned somber. “Things have really changed around the café.”

“Drink.”

“What!? I answered!”

“Yeah but you laughed, that’s buying time, you cheater.” You flipped Jungkook off as he began laughing anew.

Jungkook pushed you up against the side of his car as your fingers tangled themselves in his long locks. His lips took turns ravaging your mouth and your neck. You couldn’t help the mewls that escaped you as his hands groped your body hungrily. The alcohol in your system was partly to blame for your inability to hold yourself back, but in reality, it was just that you missed his touch too much to refuse him.

As he returned to your lips, you opened your mouth wide so he could stick his tongue into it. His hands searched desperately for the car keys in his pockets. Once he unlocked the car, he reached around you and opened the door, leading you both into the back seats and closing the door behind him.

You laid on the cushions with him on top of you. There wasn’t much room in the back, so you both often bumped limbs or hit the roof on accident, causing a fit of giggles each time. You’d think that after hooking up in the back of his car so many times before, you two would’ve discovered what worked and what didn’t by now.

You wrapped your legs around his midsection and your arms around his neck as he circled his hips into the apex of your thighs. You continued mewling his name into his ear every time his growing bulge massaged just the right spot, causing the boy to shiver in anticipation. He continued trailing sweet kisses down towards your collarbone as you abused your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Fuck, I missed you.” Jungkook spoke in between kisses. You smiled, leaning your head to the side to give him better access to your exposed skin. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were dreaming. You’d fantasized about this happening so many times before, and now that it was happening, you didn’t know what to make of it. Your heart was still guarded, so you struggled to let yourself surrender to his affection. Your body, on the other hand, had no issues disregarding the past. You felt your underwear sticking to your core the longer you two continued to dry hump.

Jungkook came back up and smiled down at you, mirroring your facial expression. “What’s so funny now?”

“Nothing, I just…can’t believe this is happening I guess.” Jungkook’s smile widened as he leaned back in and kissed you passionately, your words clearly having an effect on him. You bit his bottom lip as his hand snaked down towards the junction of your legs. Your thighs shook as his fingers slipped past your pants and began expertly circling your most sensitive spot above the fabric of your underwear.

Yours and Jungkook’s panting began filling the car as you both started getting each other off, lost in each other’s eyes. Your hand palmed the hardening bulge in Jungkook’s pants, exciting him further as his fingers sped up. Just when you were about to give him better access to your sex, an incessant buzzing interrupted the lustful moment. You both looked around to figure out where it was coming from.

Jungkook shifted slightly so you could reach your hand into your back pocket and get your ringing phone. You held the device up to your face only to see your best friend calling you. You let it ring, but before you could put your phone away, he started calling again. You glanced nervously at Jungkook who was becoming increasingly annoyed.

You picked up the phone call and held it to your ear, “Heyyyy. Kinda busy here, what’s up?”

“Where are you?” Hobi’s simple question made your scalp prickle. You felt the need to lie, although you weren’t sure why. You two didn’t do that kind of thing to each other.

“Ummm, home. In bed.” Your mouth became a hard line as you looked up at Jungkook who was looking down at you with an inquisitive expression.

You heard Hobi’s sour chuckle coming in through the receiver. “Considering I’m at your house right now, I’m going to go ahead and say that’s not true.” There was a long silence on the line, neither of you knowing what to say. Finally, Hobi sighed and broke the silence, but when he spoke, he sounded exhausted, “Y/N…whatever you’re doing…just, don’t. Not again. No matter what you’re feeling, it’s not going to end well. Just come home.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your ears and your face getting hot. You hung up the phone and laid your head back, looking up at the roof of the car. Taking a calming breath, you looked at Jungkook who had concern written all over his face.

“Is everything okay? Who was that?”

“Uhh, my parents. I actually need to get home now. Can we just go back to your place so I can get my car now?” You gnawed on your bottom lip as Jungkook took a moment to process what you said.

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He quickly got off of you and helped you out of the back and into the passenger seat.

As soon as you two were back on the road, Jungkook reached out and grabbed your hand. He looked at you briefly to gauge your reaction. You offered him a weak smile and laced your fingers in between his. He smiled as he put his focus back on driving while you stared out of the window trying to calm yourself. Fury was budding inside of you and growing fast, but you didn’t want to take it out on Jungkook. Instead, you decided to continue your questions and answers game.

You turned to the boy, “So, the last time I saw you…you said some things that confused me.” Jungkook turned his huge doe eyes towards you briefly, humming questioningly. “You said you didn’t think it mattered whether you told me you were leaving or not, and that I just thought of you as temporary? What made you say that?”

Jungkook thought for a minute before a dreamy, lopsided smirk grew on his face. “I think you forget that Hobi’s my best friend too. He tells me everything.” Jungkook looked at you sheepishly, embarrassment displayed in the growing blush on his cheeks. “Don’t hate him too much for spilling the beans, I just had this huge crush on you, and I was never sure how you felt about me. But anyway…I get it. Some time has passed and if you’ve completely moved on then I’ll back off…I just wanted a second chance at winning you over and taking me seriously.” Jungkook let go of your hand to rub the back of his neck, fully avoiding your ogling. It was evident that confessing his feelings wasn’t his forte.

You were at a loss for words. “Jungkook I—”

“Don’t…feel obligated to say anything. Just let me take you out again, okay?” The mix of emotions you felt was giving you whiplash. Jungkook was here, and he was saying everything you wanted to hear from him after sleeping with him all those months ago. Your heart tightened with happiness, making your eyes water as you looked out of the window so he couldn’t see your corny reaction.

When you both arrived at your car, you found it hard to leave. You absorbed everything you could while he was still sitting there, saying all of those beautiful things to you. His apology was almost perfect, but it still bothered you that he had never reached out while he was gone, although you hadn’t exactly put yourself out there either.

“Okay, I get that the signals got crossed. But I just want you to know that I had a huge crush on you too and I was actually devastated when you left.” Jungkook nodded with concern in his eyes.

He walked you to your car then leaned into your open window as you buckled your seat belt and started your car. “Listen, I just wanted to apologize again for how everything went down. I had made these cheesy plans to take you out and tell you how I felt and that I was leaving for a few months, but I was scared you’d want to end things right then and there. Anyway, Hobi told me he had already told you and that you hated long distance relationships, so I figured it was pointless. I just wish I hadn’t listened to him…”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Had Hobi been lying to the both of you this entire time? No, there’s no way. Hobi’s not like that. You weren’t sure what to make of all this, all you knew was that you had to get to the bottom of things. You leaned in and planted one last kiss on Jungkook’s lips.

“So…I’ll see you around I guess?” Jungkook backed away from the car.

You gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Looking at him one last time, you nodded and smiled. He waved after you as you set off on the road towards your house.

The drive home felt extremely short as you fanned the flames inside of your head. You couldn’t believe Hobi’s audacity. Not only did he have the nerve to make you feel bad for being out with Jungkook when he was the one that encouraged it in the first place, but now he was lying to you!?

Who the hell does he think he is!? …Cockblocking me like that…He’s got some nerve! I’m going to fucking kill him when I see him. I am not some little girl for him to be scolding me like that! I hope he’s still there when I get home so I can give him a piece of my mind. I mean honestly—

You played out argumentative scenarios in your mind the entire way home, even as you parked your car and stomped your way up the creaky wooden stairs in your house that lead up to the bedrooms. As you opened the door to your room, you yanked your bag over your head and began violently removing your jacket before noticing the boy in question perched on your bed. You let your bag fall to the floor with a thud as your eyebrows furrowed at his nonchalant demeanor.

“YOU HAVE SOME GODDAMN NERVE—” You began yelling but Hobi put a finger to his lips and shushed you.

“Your parents already went to bed. Don’t be so loud.” He looked at you through half lidded eyes, clearly displeased with you which only fired you up more. You guffawed as you tossed your car keys onto your desk and let your jacket fall off your shoulders. “And speaking of having nerve, I didn’t appreciate being hung up on like that. And when did we start lying to each other?!” Hobi stood up from the bed and crossed his arms.

Your eyes bulged at the sheer disbelief that he could dare be on the offensive right now. “I’m sorry, when did you turn into my fucking father, first of all!?” You crossed your arms too as you made your way over to him, looking up at him angrily. “You are completely out of line telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing!!” Hobi looked down at you with an annoyed expression, a grin forming as his tongue slid over his teeth.

Finally, he threw his hands up, both palms facing you. “You know what? Fuck this. If this is what I get for caring about you then I’m out.” Hobi bumped your shoulder as he moved past you, heading to the door.

You followed after him with your arms still crossed. “Good! I’m old enough to handle myself! And you’re one to talk about lying. You want to enlighten me on what the fuck you’ve been telling Jungkook about me this entire time?”

Just as he reached for the doorknob, he froze. You circled the boy to stand in between him and the door.

Hobi sighed and let go of the doorknob. “Just let me go. I’m trying to do what you want and just go. Please move.”

“No! Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on! I thought you were my friend, but all along you were making it seem like I didn’t care about Jungkook and that he didn’t give a fuck about me either! What the hell Hobi, you watched me cry over him! If you don’t want me to be with him so badly, just say so!”

Hobi sighed again as he brought both of his hands to the top of his head, looking around the room in exasperation before his eyes came back to you. “No! Okay!? I don’t! He’s my best friend so I know him! You’re just going to get hurt again! And you’re too busy falling for him all over again to see that! Y/N, why on earth would I lie to you!? I thought you knew me better than that…”

You looked at him with misty eyes. “Yeah, I thought I did too, but now I’m not so sure anymore…and what do you mean you know him? Do you think I’m stupid enough to get played over and over again by the same guy? Is that it? I don’t need you to protect me Hobi!”

“You made that pretty clear. Can I go?” Hobi pulled the door open but you slammed it shut, fuming as you two stared at each other angrily. He pulled on the door open, but you shut it once more on him. The boy backed away running his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner. “FINE. YOU WANT TO KNOW THE REAL REASON WHY I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE WITH HIM!?” He turned back to you with wild eyes, clenching and unclenching his fist at his sides.

“YEAH I DO!”

In two strides, Hoseok covered the distanced in between you two. His hand reached up to your face and roughly cupped your chin, creating dimples in your cheeks. The unexpected motion had you crashing onto the wall near the door as Hobi’s lips collided with yours. Your hands came up to claw at his shirt, but he took them and pinned them above your head. You moaned into the kiss, biting his lip from frustration. The boy grunted as he slowly slid his lip out of your grasp, relishing in the slight pain.

Something carnal and hungry took over him as he licked a stripe up your neck and your cheek. You whimpered pathetically, feeling your underwear dampening for the second time that night. He hiked your leg up around his waist, digging his knee in between your legs. You let out a moan, wriggling in his grasp. You refused to give into his seduction, not this time. You were angry as hell at him, but somehow when you looked at the face of the person you’d shared everything with this past year, you wanted to slap it as equally as you wanted to ride it.

Hobi’s lips hovered above yours as he tightened his grip on your wrists. He sneered at your irate expression. “Admit it, you want me too.” With his free hand, he cupped your sex roughly, eliciting a gasp from your swollen lips. “Tell me, does he make you squirt the way you do when I finger your pretty little cunt?” You felt his words resonating deep inside of you, your desire for him budding amidst all the disgust you felt at his behavior. Hobi hummed, looking into your eyes and waiting for an answer. When you fell silent, his eyes turned sincere as he let go of you. “Does he make you laugh until your stomach hurts, the way you do with me?”

You looked up at his tortured face. His eyes bounced between your eyes and your lips, his chest heaving with the weight of the moment. His blood pumped furiously through his veins at the restraint he exhibited when all he wanted to do was demonstrate his love letter to you by fucking you into that wall behind you, bucking into you line for line. He wanted to make you understand how much torture he’s been in all these months, to feel on top of the world as he always did every time you moaned his name while bouncing on his dick. He wanted you so badly. The only thing he wanted more was for you to want him, too.

You sneered at him before you spat, “At least he doesn’t lie to me.” You pushed him off of you with force this time. He stumbled back, feeling defeated.

You watched as he opened your bedroom door again, your throat feeling restricted. You mentally kicked yourself as you closed it on him again. You hated yourself as you watched him turn to you again, hope in his eyes reigniting. Tears sprang to your eyes, the idea of him leaving you feeling so unbearable you could barely communicate that to him.

“Hob—” The boy picked you up and crashed his lips to yours in one swift motion, leading you over to your bed. A tear spilled and rolled down your cheek as he laid you down gently on the bed. You sobbed into the kiss as you held him close to you. He detached himself from your mouth and kissed the tear on your cheek. Reaching for the bottom of your shirt, he pulled it over you as you did the same for him. You undressed each other with impatience, eager to feel skin on skin. Your hand slid over the expanse of his muscular torso. You felt goosebumps interrupting the smoothness of his beautiful honey toned flesh as he paused to marvel at your bare body splayed out for him. You wanted to kiss every inch of him and him you, but neither of you wanted to delay him being inside of you any further. You placed your hand on his shoulders as he lined himself up with your entrance, plunging smoothly into you in one go. He stilled to let you adjust to your newfound fullness. You both groaned at the tight feeling of your walls squeezing his cock for dear life.

Your body quivered as he lifted your legs over his shoulders then leaned down to begin rocking into you. You hissed at the pinching feeling which slowly dissipated as your arousal coated his shaft. Each stroke was exaggerated as he pulled it out almost entirely then slammed back into you to the hilt. Your eyes rolled into your head at the waves of pleasure that governed your senses. You both struggled to control your moans and groans, too busy reveling in the feeling of being connected. You cupped his cheek as he kissed your lips tenderly. He moved back to get a better look at you as you lost yourself in his fucking you into the bed.

He suddenly groaned, a deep guttural sound that resonated with your core. “Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me…” The boy suddenly gripped your thighs and began bucking his hips into you with so much force you had to grip onto the bed sheets for leverage. You arched your back and curled your toes, the feeling of your orgasm making its way to the surface. “Come on baby, that’s it.” Hoseok talked you through your mind shattering orgasm, even as the feeling of your walls squeezing his dick out of you threatened to make him come undone as well.

He looked down where his cock took turns disappearing and reappearing. “Fuck, I’ll never get enough of this view.” He marveled at the way your cum had his dick glistening. He sped up the pace, chasing his own high and soon enough, he was spilling his seed into you. His hands grabbed handfuls of your flesh at the waist as he stilled inside of you, his eyes crinkled shut panting your name like a religious mantra.

You looked up at him, reveling in the afterglow of your climax. He plopped down beside you as you both caught your breaths. It had been such a long, taxing night that neither of you had the energy to talk anymore. You closed your eyes as your heartbeat slowed, rolling over to surrender to sleep. Before you allowed your drowsiness to take over, you felt Hobi shuffle out of the bed and around your room before exiting, no doubt to use the bathroom. You weren’t sure if you were right, but you thought you heard him sending a text message, a feeling of distrust clouding your judgement.

You opened your eyes to scan the room. You heard the door to the bathroom close, so you hurried to check his phone that was left on the nightstand. A text from “JK” had just come through, replying to whatever he had just sent him. You struggled to remember his passcode, eventually getting it right on the third try.

Your heartbeat quickened as you scrolled through their ongoing conversation, unable to believe your eyes. You started reading at Hobi’s reply after Jungkook asked him if you two were involved, and you wish you hadn’t.

When you heard the creak of the wood sound just outside your bedroom, you put his phone back where it was and rolled back over to pretend you were asleep. Hobi shut the light off then crawled back into bed with you, pulling you closer to him by the waist and humming as he settled in to sleep. You placed your hand over your chest, willing your heart to calm down before it gave you away.

Jungkook and Hoseok were running a bet on who you’d ultimately choose between them. The loser would have to buy the other a meal.

Soon his breathing evened out, causing you to shutter as you felt every rhythmic exhale on your shoulder. You felt sick to your stomach as you laid awake in Hobi’s arms all night. When morning came and he was gone, you phoned Mr.Kim to quit your job at the café.

[love-kazin]

Are We an Item?

Genre: smut, the begginning of a relationship (is that a genre?)

Pairing: Park Jaehyung x Reader (gender neutral).

Warnings: mature content.

Word count: 2.116.

REQUESTED.

You were seeing each other for months, but what does that means? Were you a real thing? You needed an answer and Jae gave you the best one.

-x-

"Why are you smiling like this?"

"What?" The bus station was quite crowded since it was the regular time to get off from work, but that didn't stressed you like usual, because being in that environment meant that you were going home, which reminded the date night you were about to have, and that was the reason behind the blinding smile on your face. Which you didn't noticed, but your friend did. "I have a date." "Uh, with that blonde and tall guy? He seems nice, since you're always smiling..." The blush on your face made she laugh, but not breaking the nice mood. "Are you guys real? Like, in a relationship? Or just hooking up?" "We didn't talked about it. And we didn't hooked up too." "What? I thought you did it. The way you talked about the last date..." "Oh, no. His friend kinda interrupted us so we couldn't go far. But it's okay. Oh, that's my bus. I'll see you monday." Unlocking your phone to put on some music to take a nice shower at home, a pop up text appeared. It was him. "Ok, so maybe I'm almost ready because I got excited to see you and the time was too slow. But just maybe. Text me when you're ready so I can pick you up and bring you here." Jae's the nicest guy that has ever crossed your path, and that text made you got even more excited to meet him. And for that, you needed to take a shower, so you choose an chill playlist as soundtrack. You washed your hair with your favorite shampoo and used the same lotion from the time Jae complimented you for smelling too good. Almost whined because he would get addicted. "Hey, pretty guy. I'm almost ready!" "Don't lie to me! I know you're not even dressed." "I'm wearing a towel, this doesn't count?" "Don't do this to me..." Teasing Jae was funny, but it wasn't the time to do it properly. Maybe later. Who knows? Since the temperature was getting colder but not so much, you choose something it would make you feel pretty and warm at the same time. "I'm ready for you, Jae." "You- Fine. I'm gonna take you." Chuckling, you grabbed a small bag with essential stuff and checked all the place before going out to wait for him at the lobby - because the distance between your places wasn't long. Ten minutes after, his car stopped in front of the building you live in. Lowering the glass window, he smiled and you needed to gather all your strength to get up from the hall sofa and if you didn't do that in 10 seconds, you could melt. Yeah, that's the power of just his smile. Maybe you should talk about these feelings. Just to have sure where you're going with him. "Good night, gorgeous. I can't understand why you're looking so good if we're just going to my place, but I'm feeling so blessed for having this vision." "Stop it, you're gonna make me blush. Good night, pretty guy. You smell nice today." "Are you saying that I stink regularly?" "What? I didn't say that!" "Hm, I don't know if I can trust you..." "You're such a dork!" "I just like to make you laugh." "Shut up!" The red color on your face made him chuckle, turning on the car to go. "Wait! I forgot something!" "What did you forgot?" You were about to be cheesy without thinking twice. So grabbing his face delicately, you gave him a sweet kiss, making Jae gets kinda out of focus. Almost orbiting around you. He looked so into you, just like you were into him. "You look good too." "Hmm..." After some seconds trying to focus, he started to drive you both to the apartment he lived in with Brian. The place was really nice. You feel comfortable in every corner, specially if Jae's hugging you. "Where's Brian?" "I told him tonight's date night and I don't wanna be interrupted again." Seeing your surprised expression, he got flushed and tried to explain. "I mean, I'm not saying we need to go further. I just wanna chill and-" "Is good that he's not going to interrupt. Nothing against him, but I wanna be with only you..." His shy smile appeared and you gave him a little peck on the cheek. "Oh, wait a moment. I'm gonna grab some blankets so we can be comfy in the couch." "Why don't we go to your room instead? It's already there." Jae looked at you with an arched eyebrow but agreed. The white pillows with his vanilla scent had called you but having Jae laying on your side was also very good. "I wanna talk about something with you, if that's okay..." Making yourself comfortable, you tried to focus on your point. "Is everything alright?" "Yes, I guess. Well, we've been seeing each other for like 3 months, now?" "That's correct. 3 amazing months. Don't you think?" "Yeah, that's... That's what I wanna talk about. I think... I mean, what are we, Jae?" "What do you mean?" "I... I like you... I guess this practically written on my forehead." "You know, I can see that, it's really written!" "Jae! C'mon, don't do this, you know I can blush easily..." "That's why I do this. You look adorable. But yeah, no kidding now, I like you too. I thought you knew it already..." "I guessed, but it's nice to hear you talking... I wanna know if we're a safe thing or if just for fun and stuff." "I still don't get your point. I mean, I thought we were a safe and fun thing already? Aren't we dating?" "I don't know, are we?" "I thought we were. Ok, this is kinda embarrassing. My friends thinks we're dating because I told them we are. But it's okay if you don't wanna." "What? I wanna! But I didn't knew you were considering us as a couple." "Well, I am. I like you, you like me, we're seeing each other for 3 months and we get along very well. How couldn't I want to date you?" There wasn't an answer for this - not that he needed one. The smile on your face was already enough. Jae likes to make you smile, but he likes even more when he can capture it with his own lips. It's always sweet to kiss you. The way your lips entangle into each others feels like it was meant to be. His long fingers trailing from your cheek to your waist, squeezing and making you gasp but feeling safe, almost if he wanted to have sure that's real. The lack of air hit you both but wasn't enough to stop his plump lips, moving along your jawline to the ear. "I really like to kiss you." "Then don't stop". "Are you giving me those ideas?" "I can give you a little more than that..." Jae stopped and looked at you surprised. It was true that almost happened in another date, but Brian interrupted opening the door with a beer pack - and apologizing after seeing you both with disheveled hair, making his way back to his own room to bury himself in pillows - and it ruined the mood. But there wasn't anything tonight to ruin it again. "Do you really wanna?" You just hummed kissing him again. From outside the situation, the scene was so genuine and romantic, even when your legs started to curl up on his, but it got heated when Jae gasped out of breath feeling your hands on his ribs and your mouth on his neck, slightly marking the pale and sensitive skin. "Did I ever told you that I like your vanilla scent?" "No..." "I could be kissing your neck the entire time, but it would be such a waste having this whole body for me to kiss, right?" "Are you trying to drive me crazy? Because it's working very well." Jae rolled your body to top him, and his heartbeats almost could be heard. Your legs around his waist and his hands on your butt felt too good, rising the expectation. He sit up to unbotton your tight jeans and his shirt went to some corner of the room because of you. "Are we felling rushed?" You removed your pants but shook your head sitting on his lap once again. Jae chuckled, enjoying the feeling of you assuming the control, touching his chest and stomach, kissing every inch you could reach, every part of him that wanted you, until his fingers on your hair made some force to make you face him. "Kiss me on the lips once again. I'm already missing it." The mint toothpast taste was there, but it couldn't top the whole flavor that's Jae. Rolling the bodies on the mattress, he hovered yours with his long figure, putting your thighs on his while he adjusted himself not to suffocate you, but creating some friction between your crotches.  His kisses were soft, dizzy, intoxicating, but the rest of his body worked with yours in a completely different way and it matched so well that you would start to drip at any time. He kneeled in the place to unbotton his own pants and you took the chance to remove your shirt, so you both would be wearing just underwear. "You look so good like this... God, you're so pretty..." There was a wish to answer the compliment but Jae kissed you abruptly, interrupting even your thoughts. His hand traveling on your figure like you were an map to a hidden treasure made you shiver, putting him close with your legs, swallowing the beautiful moan he left out. "If I touch you here, will you moan again like this?" Jae felt your right hand on his dick above the boxer. And yes, he moaned one more time heavenly. "Beautiful..." "I wanna hear you too." His mouth went to your nipples, making you squeeze his dick with a little more strenght but nothing absurd. He started to pump himself on your hand in a slow pace, reaching out to remove your underwear and give you pleasure as much as he was feeling. Your wetness made it easier for him to touch and discover what you liked, so soon he had you squirming under his body but he wasn't any different. "I want you." Jae's kiss broke in a smile and he could felt his heart shaking with anticipation. Luckily, Brian had throw a condom package to him earlier that day because he was so out of mind that this thought hadn't ocurred. "Are you ready?" Nodding, you kissed his red lips as he moved, stretching you in a calm rhythm, making you whine of pain and pleasure. "I'll move when you tell me to." Jae's consideration warmed you up entirely. Caressing his cheek, you asked him to continue. While his lips brushed on yours along with the mix of breath, the pace your bodies established, fitting each other, made your head turn. The feeling of having Jae inside you was amazing. It was like this man was created for you, like a puzzle being complete. "You look so good like this, Jae... You feel so good..." He didn't had words to express his feelings, but the way your walls clenched on him, your body trembled of pleasure, your hands ran on his back, and your moans filled his thoughts were the perfect combo to make him proud and motivated to give you the best night of your life. Jae couldn't believe how lucky he was for being able to live this moment with you. "I feel like I'm in heaven." He continued to whisper beautiful things on your ear, which made you tremble and have a thight knot wanting to be untied fast. The way Jae touched you like you were an sculpture wasn't helping to hold on, but it was so pretty. "I think I won't last long..." "It's okay, we have the whole night." Reassuring and stimulating you, Jae held your hand and kissed your neck, fastening his pace so you both could have your releases together. Almost like a lovely movie. It was so good that he begin to wonder if it was even real. You were an messy thing under that man, but he was exactly the same above you. It was funny and everything felt at ease. "Thank you." "For what?" "Being you." His blindly smile with the red cheeks and the messy hair got to the top images you would like to see everyday. It was definitely the best part.

[saywhatjessie]

Written for Kathleen for the History Huh? Holiday Exchange! 1.8k (Ao3)

“Yes, Alex, of course I’ve heard Mariah Carrey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’.” Henry said, rolling his eyes and tapping at Alex’s leg where it was propped next to him. “I am gay, you know.”

“And thank God for that.” Alex said, rubbing a hand up over Henry’s hair. “But how am I supposed to know which pieces of American culture you’ve experienced? You didn’t know about ‘Get Low’! I don’t trust any of the education provided to you by that snotty English prep school.”

Henry laughed, softly. “Ah, yes: forget the European history and international policy I was educated in. If there’s no American pop music on the syllabus, the whole system’s a crock.”

“You get it,” Alex said, nodding solemnly. His face only broke when Henry snorted.

“I don’t think most Christmas music is strictly American, though.” Henry argued. “I’d say it’s such a specific genre it’s mostly universally shared.”

Alex grinned. “Let’s test that.”

 He lifted his pelvis so he could reach his phone that was tucked into his back pocket and caused Henry to whine at him, disgruntled by Alex’s squirming.

They were huddled together on the couch in Alex’s room in the White House, their New York brownstone not yet ready for them. Alex was sitting sideways on the couch, back against the armrest. One of his legs was extended down the couch to make room for Henry who was laying on his side between Alex and the back of the couch, but mostly on top of Alex. Alex kept one socked foot pressed into the cushions to keep them from toppling off the couch onto the floor.

As twined together as they were, Alex reaching for his phone definitely disturbed Henry’s whole body.

“Oh, shut up,” Alex told him. “We’re doing science.”

He got his phone in front of him, petting over Henry’s head again to apologize for the disruption, and pulled up Spotify.

“Consider this your official Christmas education.”

Henry snorted again, resting his head against Alex’s chest. “I wouldn’t say this is–”

“And you’re shutting up again.” Alex said, pressing play and resting the phone on his knee. “We’re listening now.”

Out of Alex’s phone speaker came some high melodic bell sounds followed immediately by a female singer doing a vocal run of ‘Oh yeah!’

Henry hummed. “Britney Spears.”

Alex looked down at the top of his head. “You know this one?”

“No,” Henry admitted in a grumble. “But any queer worth their salt knows Britney when they hear her.”

Alex chuckled. That was valid.

The song got to the chorus and Alex couldn’t help but mouth along to the lyrics.

 Santa, can you hear me?

I have been so good this year.

And all I want is one thing:

tell me my true love is near!

He’s all I want, just for me,

underneath my Christmas tree.

I’ll be waiting here.

Santa, that’s my only wish this year.

 Henry rumbled a soft laugh, burying his face in Alex’s sweatshirt. “Love, that is incredibly sappy.”

Alex swatted him, lightly. “Leave Britney Alone.”

Henry laughed again, grinding his forehead into Alex’s sternum and Alex just grinned, bringing his hand up to rest in Henry’s hair.

When that song ended, a new one started.

“Fuck yes,” Alex said, with feeling. “Keeping it in the 90’s.”

“Dear, you were just barely alive in the 90’s.”

“Shhhh!” Alex shushed him. “*NSYNC is singing!”

Henry was right: Alex was born in 1998 and, therefore, most of these songs were just a little bit before his time. But he did have an older sister.

“I do, actually, know this one,” Henry said, humming along to the chorus. Though why he didn’t sing the lyrics, Alex didn’t know. It was literally just ‘Merry Christmas’ over and over again.

“I’m shocked that it’s a boy band that makes its way across the pond to you,” Alex said.

Henry rolled his eyes. “I had an older sister of the nineties as well, Alex.”

Alex got bored of the song halfway through (it really was repetitive) and picked up his phone to find a new song.

Most of the songs Spotify had picked for them were in the same vein: 90’s and early 2000’s stars singing poppy Christmas songs. But a little bit of scrolling found him something truly incredible.

 “It’s Christmas in Hollywood, 

Santa’s back up in the hood, 

so meet me under the mistletoe,

let’s fu-u-uck”

 Henry burst out laughing, his convulsions almost enough to shove Alex to the floor. “What is that?”

“Hollywood Undead!” Alex answered, merrily. “They’re not good and this song is actually terrible but it kind of slaps?”

Henry could barely hear any of the lyrics over his laughing but he did manage the jolly voice of Santa on the track saying “If you guide my sleigh I’ll let you fuck my wife.” And that just sent him into a whole new bout of hysterics.

“We should play this at our holiday dinner,” Alex suggested, as the song faded out.

“Oh, yes,” Henry said, choking on a couple late chuckles. “This is the best representation of sharing between our cultures I can imagine.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too,” Alex answered, a stray giggle betraying him.

They managed to laugh through the next song which was someone’s cover of “Santa Baby” but it wasn’t Eartha Kitt so Alex didn’t think it was any real loss.

It wasn’t until a certain guitar riff that Henry shushed him. “Quiet, darling, Darren Criss is singing.”

Alex groaned, dropping his head back against the armrest. “God, you and that guy.”

Henry shushed him again.

Alex rolled his eyes and picked up his phone to look at the song title. “Extraordinary Merry Christmas” from the Glee soundtrack.

And, yes, there was Lea Michele’s voice harmonizing now.

Alex understood, obscurely, the appeal of Glee. The music. The drama. The beautiful people. June had been obsessed with it in the early days and he’d seen a few episodes but he could never really get into it.

Henry, though, was a card carrying Gleek. Which was absolutely absurd but also, weirdly, totally expected. He was totally the type to eat that corny shit up.

Also, he was obsessed with Darren Criss, who played Kurt’s boyfriend Blaine on Glee.

“I guess this song, is kind of alright,” Alex admitted.

Henry turned wild eyes on him. “Do you not hear him? He’s incredible.”

Alex rolled his eyes again. “He’s not even the real Harry Potter,” Alex grumbled.

Henry shushed him.

When the song was over, Alex pulled the phone up and tapped out another search.

He made Henry get up before he hit play.

Henry groaned. “Why.”

“Because we’re going to dance like the worst and most terribly cheesy couple in the entire world,” Alex answered, promptly. “And I get to be Blaine.”

“Wha–” Henry started but then Alex hit play and the opening notes for the Glee version of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ started. 

Henry’s eyes lit up but he frowned. “Let me be Blaine, my voice is deeper than yours.”

“Too late!” Alex said because it was Henry’s cue.

“I really can’t stay,” Henry sang falsetto and completely off-pitch.

Alex tried not to laugh over his line. “But Baby, it’s cold outside.”

“I’ve got to go ‘way.”

“But baby it’s cold outside!”

They swayed in a circle, arms around each other, trading lines and trying not to laugh at Henry’s absolutely horrendous attempt at falsetto. Alex didn’t know all the words and Henry’s voice kept cracking but they got through the whole song with minimal trouble.

They were laughing to themselves by the end, Henry ducking his head to bring Alex into a long kiss. Alex hummed into it.

The phone kept playing another Christmas song of another slow-ish tempo so they kept dancing, not wanting to stop now they’ve started.

Henry pulled away, resting his forehead on Alex’s. “Why did you get to be Blaine?”

Alex laughed. “Because he’s your favorite. And I wanted to be your favorite.”

Henry kissed him again, humming. “It’s not just because you wanted the boy part?”

“The point of that version is that they’re both the boy part.”

Henry smiled a small smile and leaned down to kiss him again.

They stayed kissing for the rest of the song, and then the opening notes for “Baby It’s Cold Outside” started again, this time the Zooey Deschanell version.

Henry pulled away again. “You know when Kurt and Blaine sang ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’ on Glee…” Henry started, licking his lips. “That was the first scene of television I’d ever seen that had a positive and sweetly romantic portrayal of two men.”

Alex pulled his head back a little bit to look at him. “Really?”

Henry nodded. “Every other gay thing on television was always very sexual. Or completely neutered. I was a 13-year old kid having innocent crushes on boys but there was nothing on tv that looked like what I was feeling. Not until that scene.”

Alex grinned, leaning up to plant a kiss on Henry’s jaw. “That’s adorable.”

Henry growled a little in his throat, but turned his head so it was easier for Alex to kiss him.

Alex kissed him on the mouth, pulling away with a smile. “Weird, though, that the song is about date rape.”

Alex grinned wider as he watched Henry’s whole face turn red.

“You have to take the song in context!” Henry hissed. They stopped dancing. “In the 1940’s, it was inappropriate for a woman to be at a man’s house very late without a chaperone! You have to listen to the song with the context of a society in which women are expected to reject men’s advances whether they actually want to or not, and therefore it’s normal and expected for a lady’s gentleman companion to pressure her despite her protests, because he knows she would have to say that whether or not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay she won’t be able to justify doing so unless he offers her an excuse.” Henry was breathing heavily. “The song’s a game of cat and mouse! She even says ‘At least I’m gonna say that I tried’ like she really wants to stay but she knows what people will say if she does.” Henry was sporting the angry eyebrows now and Alex was delighted. “It is disrespectful and historically inaccurate to reduce the song in that way.”

Alex reached up to rub his thumb against the crease of Henry’s eyebrows. “You enormous nerd.”

Alex leaned up and kissed the pout on Henry’s mouth. Henry held firm in his rage for a count of two before he melted and kissed Alex back.

They kissed all through Christina Aguilera’s rendition of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”.

[saikostories]

BTS - Not So Blind (JK)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Jungkook is dating you and you are blind. After you get eye surgery, Jungkook gets nervous about how you will react to seeing him for the first time.

You had always wondered how the world looked like. You wanted to witness the magic of when the first rays of the sun graced the ground below for being familiar with its warmth was not enough. You wanted to witness the beautiful dancers gliding on the stage with utmost poise because listening to the music and imagining them move was not enough. You especially wanted to see your boyfriend because touching him was not enough.

“You must be a handsome man,” you teased, as move your fingers along the curvature of his face. You felt his lips move, the corners tugged upwards, and heard him say, “wouldn’t you like to know?“

You really wanted to know.

The first time you had ever come across the boy was in the supermarket. Honestly, whilst life wasn’t as unpleasant as many others thought it would be, it wasn’t just as kind. You came with your brother to buy some groceries and during the midst of everything, your brother had left you among the crowd and you had assumed that he just didn’t realise that you weren’t following closely behind him, which you found out later was the case.

Ever since the car accident that left you permanently blind, you had to figure out how to live your life independently at the age of three. And every since then, being left alone to fend for yourself slowly became a daily occurrence.

So like any other instances, you walked around with the help of your cane, apologising to those that got hit. At one instance, you tapped an object and you felt a reaction against your cane. You knew instantly that your cane came in contact with a person and within a few moments, you were immediately made known of the type of person they were.

“Aren’t you going to apologise?” The tone held such incredulity and arrogance that it immediately made you cower and you pulled your cane closer to you almost immediately. Your cheeks burned when you felt the eyes that crawled on your skin, the thoughts around you whispered a thousand things that went wrong and it started from well, you.

“If you know that you’re already blind, you should just stay at home and not be a burden to the people around you! Such a nuisance!”

Your bit your lips to stop themselves from quivering and you willed your chest to stop shaking. You started to bow when your arm was gently pulled to the back and you stumbled in reverse and only stopping when you hit something solid.

“I believe you have to apologise for that comment first before you receive any apology from her.”

You didn’t recognise the voice. You didn’t recognise the sweet intonations that hid under the boyish tone of a man who had his grip on your forearm. The voice was soft yet firm to hold no further arguments from the stubborn woman who, as you expected, took no form of perceived disrespect lightly.

“She hit me, a frail old lady, on the leg. Do you know how much it hurts, young man? And don’t you jump into our business, this is between me and this blind girl.”

There was a sense of disappointment and defeat that settled deep within your chest such that every time your heart beats, the pain was what you felt. Of course, your entire identity was formed with the fact that you were blind. People didn’t address you by your name; they didn’t bother looking into your achievements and perhaps your likes and dislikes; they didn’t delve into your worldviews and the like. They merely stopped at the fact that you were blind. You were just that one blind girl.

You felt the grip on you tighten slightly before you heard the boy spoke again. “Perhaps you’d also know how much it hurts to be berated by an equally ignorant and insensitive old lady.”

You didn’t get to hear what the lady had to say because with a gentle, “Let’s go,” the boy pulled you along with him. The grip on your arm was then shifted to where your hand was, moulding itself into yours where his fingers would intertwine with yours.

It was the first where a stranger had stood up for you, against the judgements of the world where it didn’t exactly favour your circumstances. You didn’t know what to feel but you were so overwhelmed that you were sure that your tears started to mark their presence of your cheeks. Immediately, you wiped them away with hopes that the boy didn’t catch them but the comforting squeeze of the hand told you he might have.

When the rays of the hot sun danced on top of your skin, you knew that you were already outside. You let the boy guide you until you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Oh god, I thought I’ve lost you! Mum was going to chop my head off if Jungkook didn’t find you. Thanks, man.”

“No problem, hyung.”

The few things that you found out after that incident was: one, the owner of such a melodious voice that soothed your soul was named Jungkook and that two, your fingers yearned to interlace themselves with ones that found yours and ultimately saved you from a place that quivered your heart.

You thought that him saying goodbye would be the last thing you would hear from him but the Gods knew of the nights you spent thinking about him that they had him appear on your doorsteps one afternoon.

“Hey.” You recognised that voice immediately. After all, it was the only thing you hear in your dreams, wafting in and out of your subconscious.

“Hi. You’re looking for Hoseok?” You waited for his confirmation just because you wanted to hear his voice once again, the very same voiced that lulled yourself to sleep.

“Umm, not quite. I was looking for you.” You blinked, unsure of what you were hearing. You were blind, sure, but you had to double check if you were hearing things.

“You’re looking for me?”

“Yeah. I wanted to check whether you’re doing okay.” You were sure your flustered insides translated to your blooming cheeks and you tried to restrain your smile but that didn’t work because you could feel yourself grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m doing okay. Thank you for asking.”

“Oh. That’s good then.”

Then came the silence. It stretched for a long while and you didn’t know if Jungkook had already left to have you standing out on your front porch, grinning to practically no one. But since you didn’t hear any footsteps, you figured he must’ve been standing there all this while.

“So, uh, do you want to come inside? We just finished making chocolate brownies, if you’d like to have some.”

The response was instantaneous and you could hear his smile ringing. “Yeah, sure.” The Jungkook you came to know was a shy boy who had nervous tendencies but he was also a boy who became one of the most courageous people you knew. Jungkook was the boy who had his shy smiles that he hid at the base of your neck but he was the same boy who had his fair share of smirks that he displayed whenever he knew he was right. But most importantly, Jungkook was the boy who owned the voice that calmed your jittery nerves and one that kissed your skin such that all you could think of was the sweet nothings he murmured to leave its marks on your body.

Safe to say, the both of you fell in love. And whilst you were in utter bliss, the world didn’t forget to show you the reality of things. Most days, Jungkook would go to your house and the both of you would spend your time there. Sometimes, Jungkook would take you out so that you could still feel how the world function, even if you couldn’t see how it works.

It was one of those days that it happened, where Jungkook took you out for dinner. It wasn’t fancy but it still felt like it just because you were eating with the boy you adored. Whilst he went to pay for the scrumptious meal the both of you shared, you once again heard comments that made you remember that not everybody was as kind as your lover.

“Isn’t she blind?”

“Yeah. Why is Jungkook even with her anyways? She can’t possibly do anything for him.”

“Tell me about it. She’s not even that pretty.”

“She’s not pretty and she’s blind. God Jungkook, you need to recheck your standard in girls.”

When Jungkook came back, he came back to you who was trying to hide the sniffles that eluded you. He came back to a girl who kept everything inside even when he asked her what went wrong, to a girl who forced up a smile across her face because there was nothing that she could do about these people but to move on.

It was a few days since then but the comments still wiggled their way through at night. It took a lot of effort to bring up Jungkook’s voice because the voices that shouldn’t matter, spoke the loudest. You had your head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder one night, with him watching a movie and you listening to the audio. You were fiddling with his fingers, not really listening to the dialogues of the characters when you told him, “I want to get an eye surgery.”

You felt Jungkook paused and turned to look at you. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

A few months in, you were in the hospital bed with your parents, brother and of course, Jungkook, surrounding you. It was a few months full of research and talks with your parents and Doctors about the possibility and the check ups prior to the surgery.

In a few moments, you were going to be able to see again what the colour of the sky was. You were going to see how much your parents have aged gracefully. You were finally going to be able to witness the smiles of your brother that you could physically feel. And finally, you were now able to memorise the way Jungkook’s grin will make you feel, the way your heart would skip many beats with the way his eyes stare deep into yours.

“Once I take these off, open your eyes very slowly alright?” You nodded at the doctor’s instructions and you felt him removing the bandages that were around your eyes. Even with your eyes closed, you could see the light that passed through your eyelids. Once you open them, you’d be able to see more than just light so blinding.

You took a sharp inhale before opening your eyes really slow, despite your /excited/ heart telling to open them faster. At first, all you could register were silhouettes that were moving about. You could hear your family mumbling and you could most definitely feel their anticipation. Slowly, the haze lifted and you registered people with smiles too big just because they couldn’t help it. You blinked and the picture started to become stark and clear, for colours that you had forgotten came back to life. The tears that hung themselves onto the tips of the eyelashes finally made their jump once your parents gushed at how you told them that they looked just as beautiful as you thought them to be. Hoseok shrieked then but he finally hugged you tight when you told him how good it was to finally see him again. The tension from before finally /unrolled/ and the room was filled with good-natured laughs so carefree, you had forgotten they sounded like. But deep within you, there still lied the tightly coiled apprehension that reside deep within your tummy because the very one person you hoped to see wasn’t in the room.

That person didn’t come until the room was empty beside you. You were still taking in how the sun could filter through the curtains and how the small birds would glide across the sky and land close to you that if you wished, you could touch them. Only then did Jungkook silently step into your room, as quietly as he could. He whispered your name and you caught it immediately, turning your head towards his direction.

There, you took in his doe shaped eyes that stared at you in wonder and also in anxiety, as if there was just something to be nervous about. You took in his nose and his lips that you had kissed thousands of times but it’d feel different from then on because not only could you study them, but he wouldn’t have to ask permission to have you ready. You took in his everything and in that moment, you knew those very few minutes would never be enough.

“Hi, how are you feeling?”

“Great. How are you feeling?” You gestured Jungkook to move closer to you, which he did.

“Nervous,” he confessed after a few hesitating moments. You took his fingers, staring at how wonderful they were sculpted and these were the very fingers that saved you.

“Why?”

“Because this is the first time you’re seeing me and it’s nerve wrecking.” To further prove of his anxiety, it bubbled through his fingertips with him playing your own and his shy eyes never settling on yours for more than just a few seconds. You merely gave him a quiet smile and it must’ve made him even more apprehensive because he went to ask you once again.

“So? What do you think?” You merely gave him a grin and said, “I once said that you’re a really handsome man and I think I wasn’t wrong.”

[juleswolverton-hyde]

The Sword and Shield (BC x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Idol AU, Quarantine fiction

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Warnings: Innuendos, nerdy Pokémon talk.

Summary: Every warrior needs a sword and shield to defend themselves against enemies. However, two nerds take up weapons in a vastly different fight. 

Masterlist

Credits for the banner art go to Satzzz Art.

Life between the sheets does not always have to be characterized by Sensuality because there is more to be found among the pillows and blankets. It is amiable comfort, dozing off together to the sunrays streaming in through the light bedroom curtains or listening to music while sharing earbuds to kill the boredom of quarantine by means of occupying oneself with whatever is at hand. After all, it is yet unknown for how long the global population is forbidden to leave their homes safe for retrieving necessities at the supermarket or drugstore.

A blessing in disguise, however, is being able to spend the period of restriction with a bunch of lively lads which includes the lover of little more than a year. The moment it became known countries were hauling in their own residents a foolhardy decision was made to remain in South-Korea and leave the life in the place of origin behind for a while. The choice did not sit well with Chan at first, not too subtly asking to reconsider it though soon finding a secret delight in finally being able to wake up every day in the same bed.

No thousands of kilometres distance.

No time to be taken away by management and time zone differences.

The pandemic has at least given us this.

A taste of life as a real couple.

 Just before IKEA closed as well, the lovable human kangaroo insisted on going there for the last shopping spree so personal taste could be added to the bedroom that would be shared. The well-meant idea was rejected at first, saying it was not needed and that the interior was fine as it was. However, once bleached locks have set their mind to something, it is barely possible to change the focus of determination and thus the private shared space has been decorated with a few candles alongside a new bookcase to house whichever books were already taken from home as well as a few pieces of art and a collection of postcards that have been pinned on a metal grate.

Our perfect little nest.

A haven of comfort for songs and nerdy thoughts.

‘Hey, babygirl.’ The mattress dips as the human koala joins the small kingdom in the sheets of sweatpants and loose tops that are somehow still deemed charming. Even the surface beneath the minimal layer of makeup is apparently preferred by the strong arm wrapping around the waist as platinum locks rest on the head and watch the screen held between hands. ‘What’re you playing?’

‘Pokémon Sword. It’s really good thus far and- Oh my god, it’s so cute!’ In an instance, the screen is lifted to show the six adorable balls clad in armor, a new creature which is called a Falinks. ‘Look at these little buddies!’

A wide smile breaks out on plush lips, wavy locks shaking in closed-eyed amusement before looking up again with the wonder of a new discovery. ‘So that’s why you’ve been kicking the air or screaming something is cute. I didn’t know you were a Pokémon fan?’

‘I have been since I was little, but it’s not something I tell others about.’ The true meaning of the grin no longer passes under the radar, igniting an ember of shame for harbouring a geeky side when it comes to the Japanese creatures. ‘Yes, I know, I am a mega nerd. Bite me.’

The jaw clenched in timidity relaxes when slender fingers tickle the sides as a big nose presses into the side of the neck to nuzzle it. The comment was not meant to provoke although the lowered voice suggests otherwise as it speaks against skin, teeth even cheekily nibbling. ‘Watch your words, Y/N, or I just might.’

However, the sensuous attitude fades as fast as it appeared as irises the colour of pure chocolate wander back to the device. ‘Can I see your Pokémon?’

Because the girl in the sheets is not the only trainer beneath the roof. 

‘Sure.’ With the same nonchalance that denies the suggestiveness from a second ago, the index of the creatures which are currently being trained is opened. The current team consists of a Corviknight, Obstagoon, Thievul, Drapion, Boltund and Cinderace. ‘I’m currently training these though I mostly specialize in Dark Types.’

‘Why doesn’t that surprise me?’ To get more comfortable, Chan slouches further down the bed to rest more properly on a beloved narrow shoulder. Nevertheless, the all-knowing grin from before remains plastered onto plush lips. ‘I suppose you’re also interested in training Ghost and Psychic types as well?’

‘I’m an open book, aren’t I?’

‘Just a little bit.’ The teasing is made up for with a chaste peck on the nose followed by one on the forehead. Just the way it is preferred and done whenever apologizing for something or to simply gain a smile. Withal, now, judging by the twinkle in mischievous eyes, it is definitely to say sorry in advance for what is to come. ‘Can you guess what my type is?’

‘Me?’

The witty response evokes the bubbly boyish laughter that has been loved ever since the first time it was heard. ‘You’re not wrong.’

‘Okay, okay, let me think.’ The scanning for clues on the face results in nothing except a brighter devilish glimmer in a loving look. Henceforth, the answer will have to based on personality and all the little things that have been discovered since being in a relationship and now prematurely living together. ‘Electric? Although, no, wait. Fire. Something tells me you at least have a Growlith or had but it has transformed into Arcanine. Then again, judging by that splendid performance of the theme song in your VLive, I’d also wager you have a Pikachu. However, you’re very sporty so maybe you specialize in Fighting types?’

‘You’re on the right track. The answer is somewhere in there.’ Instead of one mocking eyebrow, two rise in a failed attempt to exaggerate coyness while looking cool. ‘Or is it?’

‘Very helpful, Chris.’ Sarcastically disregarding the useless remark and lopsided smirk, the former ramble is composed into a somewhat solid answer. Anywhere close to the truth is better than nothing. ‘You’re a Fire trainer who is also interested in Fighting types.’

‘Almost. I’m a Dragon trainer who always starts out as a Fire trainer. I am, however, also interested in Fighting types too. I do have an Arcanine and Pikachu is an exception to the rule because it’s Pikachu. Every trainer should have one.’

‘I have one too, but it doesn’t have a name since it’s a female and I only name my male Pokémon.’

Focus shifts back to the screen, Chan reading the names of the amiable creatures that form the company on the journey to becoming the best. It started as a fun idea and the names matched fairly well. ‘So I’ve noticed. Are you associating everyone in the industry with a Pokémon?’

But nothing ever runs smoothly. 

‘I’m trying, but it’s bloody hard at times. I made Jackson a Pidove. Don’t laugh! I don’t know why I did it, but his name was the first to pop up when I caught it. Baekhyun is an Applin. Wait, he’s transformed already so now he’s a Flapple. Han is a Greedent because, let’s be honest, he’s a squirrel. Changbin, well, Bin is a Corviknight. I gave his full name to a Rufflet. Minho is a Sneasel, Felix a Thievul and I have yet to decide on the rest of the boys.’

‘Which one would be me?’ Judging by the suggestive tone of curious eyes and barely noticeable pout, there is the clear hope of a comparison with an awesome creature. The tightened grip on the hips betrays it too, blatantly so. Almost forcing the unknown comparison to one’s personal preference. 

‘Without a doubt, you are Zacian, the giant warrior wolf with a sword in its mouth.’ A deep sigh cannot be helped at the thought of the game’s challenge which does absolutely not allow for failure. ‘The legendary Pokémon of the Galar region. Dammit, Channie! Why do you have to be so elusive and exclusive?’

‘Because I’m an amazing catch.’ The cheek is turned by slender fingers, compelling lips to join in a playful giggly kiss which is broken up by a smug remark. ‘And warriors are not so easily bound to a master. You told me even Beowulf reluctantly helped a king, only to settle his father’s debt. 

‘Although,’ the train of thought is easily altered by hooking a digit under the silver necklace that was given as a birthday present, pulling the tease in yet holding off from melting into another kiss by backing away to continue the battle of wits and enjoy the small adorable whine of disagreement, ‘with the right trainer, I suppose I could make a deal.’

‘I plan on winning all gym badges and make myself worthy of the wolf.’

‘You will still have to win in that final fight. Until then, think you can take me on?’ Brows furrow in a suddenly hard-fought battle for concentrated control. Funnily contradicting oneself, the domestic koala shifts positions to hover over the coy soul who was able to tame the beast beneath the roof, faces inches apart and the Switch tucked in the small space between bodies.  

Which becomes noticeably narrower when transforming Innocence into Sensuality by creating the image of what might be given after testing out the waters of victory and win in a Pokémon battle. ‘I have more than enough times in this bed.’

To make up for the victory and erase any negative unspoken feelings. 

Though the soft growling suggests impatience, unwilling to be kept on a leash any longer. ‘Don’t change the subject. You’re fighting unfairly.’

‘Am I?’ The device is put aside on the bedside table, ankles hooking behind the waist to coax a hard shape into the warmth between the thighs as hands rest on broad shoulders. A much-appreciated action evidently, breath taken away by the friction between two concealed forms of wanting and nails digging into the skin beneath the comfy black printed fleece vest.

And the chest now making escape entirely impossible, hearts racing in harmony. ‘Yes. You’re distracting me.’

‘Says the person who’s distracting me from gaining those badges.’ Enough coherency lingers to remain cheeky. Bashful enough to lean in and utter a final double-sided statement of defiance. ‘I bet I can easily best you.’

But two can play that game, apparently. 

‘I think you’re wrong, babygirl. Or do I need to remind you of how good I am?’

‘Grab your Switch and bring it on.’ The challenge is accepted with a scoff which clearly started having different expectations in regards to the order of events. Fortunately, a sweet quick peck cures most of the shallow grumpiness as Chris is dismissed from the sheets. ‘And give me all you’ve got.’

‘Oh, I will. I always do.’

As became apparent in the few battles between teams.

The wolfish actions that followed unspoken hard feelings unhappy with the outcomes of the fights.

And a broken headboard in the morning.

[yeosangs-horizon]

Coffee Beans (Hyungwon x Reader) Barista!AU

Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1.9k  Member: Hyungwon | Group: Monsta X 

Once again you were off to your daily classes at your university as you rushed out of the house with a bagel in your mouth and rushed off to your nearest cafe to get a coffee since you were addicted to caffeine and needed it to stay sane throughout the day. You pushed your way through the frigid winds and into the coffee scented place. A small gust of warm air conditioning hits your face instead of that sharp cold gust. You scan the area as you normally do for the line and to your luck, there was nobody waiting to for their order to be taken at that very moment. You look up after dazing out for a second to march forward to give your order when you notice the barista that was going to be serving you was new and you had never seen him around in the months that you had been moved to this town for university. You gaze at his genuine smile, as if he loved to work there already and heard his deep melodic voice asking, “What can I get you today?” 

You return that smile and snap out of whatever trance you fell into and replied, “I’ll have my usual, a large warmed caramel macchiato,” He input your order into the electronic screen and nodded his head. “That will be $5 please.” You handed him over the money as you also prompted to say, “My name is (Y/N) and I come here pretty often, so expect to see me here every other day or so.” 

He tilted his head and replied with a soft tone, “It’s nice to meet you (Y/N), I’m Hyungwon, and I am pleased to know that you will return.” You gazed at him before taking your drink and turning away. He was tall, and quite adorable you thought. You weren’t interested or looking at anybody in particular since you were always taught to focus on your education first but your mind might sway a little after this particular encounter and possibly later on in the future. You shrugged off the thought as you rushed out after giving a hint of gratitude towards him, checking the time and being anxious that you might be late yet again to your first class of the day. 

You exit your classroom after an hour or so of a boring biology lecture from your professor whilst reading over the assignments that were due that night. You were stressed and the caffeine high was slowly dissipating into the void. You decided to head over to the lunch hall in order to relax your mind a bit before returning to your apartment to be enslaved with work for hours. You turned the corner with a blind eye and rammed your head into what seemed to be somebody’s back. You looked up and you were met with the same man that you had seen in the morning. “Hyungwon?” you mumbled with a shock while stepping back and bowing as an apology. “Sorry! Just was kinda-- lost in my thoughts,” you excused while he held his hands up. “(Y/N), what a nice surprise to find you here, didn’t mean to hurt you though, you alright?” he inquired with a soft tone. You nodded and continued,”I was just about to have lunch before doing a buttload of homework.” “I was about to head in actually, do you want to come with me?” You nodded in delight as you walked side by side with him. What a strange encounter, you thought as you walked through the double doors that lead into the pleasant smell of food. You had already been in uni as a first year but you hadn’t met anybody who you really clicked with so far. You were surprised that somebody like him actually wanted to have lunch with you, but you decided not to think too much into it. 

You both grabbed what you both desired and headed towards an empty table. You sat down and let out a sigh, already feeling the stress starting to lift. “So are you a student, or staff, or something else…?” you trailed off, gazing into his flawless features. He let out a subtle chuckle and replied. “I’m just a student don’t worry, second year hence being able to find time to work at the cafe as well. You nodded and a smile lit up. “What’s your major? I’m trying to get a degree in (Y/M).” He nodded understandingly. “I’m in photography right now but I’m really thinking about changing it into some sort of music major. I’m really into making music as well as DJing.” Your eyes lit up just a bit and a smile formed. “That’s so cool, do what you love I really like that!” 

You guys both finish up your meal and you stand up, ready to depart from the lunch hall. “I have a class right now but it was really nice hanging out with you,” Hyungwon remarked. “And I have a bunch of homework to slave over until who knows when,” you laughed. You waved to him as you headed towards the door in the direction of your apartment but before you could make it out, you hear footsteps running and a tap on your shoulder. Hyungwon had his eyes down but he directly shoved a small piece of paper with what seemed to be scribbles on it before blurting out, “Text me, let’s meet up again.” You took it but as your eyes gazed from the number he had written down back to his figure, he was already walking away in the direction of his class. You felt a small tint of blush form in your cheeks while thinking about the new friendship that would form, or maybe even something more. 

Days turned into weeks as you stopped by the little cafe every morning in hopes of seeing Hyungwon. A nice friendship had formed in between the two of you, your first real friend of university thus far actually. You took out your earbuds as you entered the cafe for your daily coffee run before your first class of the day. As the bell chimed, Hyungwon would turn around and embrace your figure with his eyes. “One warm caramel macchiato?” he inquired with a smirk, knowing your order. You nodded and proceeded to take out your card to pay for your coffee but he held out his hand and remarked,”It’s on me today (Y/N), don’t worry about it.” “No, don’t do that, it’s alright save your money for tuition!” you joked. “Really it’s on me today,” he soothed as he turned around to make your warm coffee. Nobody had really done this for you, ever. You felt a bit special, and the tiny confused emotions you felt for him began to surface more than you would have expected. 

The weeks passed quickly and the two of you grew even closer, spending time at each other’s apartments after learning he lived in the complex just across the street from you. It was one of the coldest days of winter at this point and you finished just about half your finals and good god, the rest of the semester seemed to stretch on forever and you were beyond stressed. Going to the cafe in the morning was buried deep into your routine and you’d see Hyungwon practically every time you came in. You grabbed the door handle and swung it open, expecting to see the adorable familiar face you’d see on the same basis. Instead, you saw an older gentleman that you used to see when you went during different times of the day. Your heart dropped, wanting to see him. “What can I get you today?” he asked with a gentle tone. “Uh, sorry but is Hyungwon not working today?” you blurted out, wondering if he was alright. He texted you every day, and night just to say goodnight to you and when he got off his shift at work. “He’s super sick with a fever today so I had to cover for him, the winter is so brutal this year,” the gentleman commented. You nodded and replied quickly,” Thank you so much! I’ll order something later!” You dashed out the door, feeling your heart pound, hoping that Hyungwon was alright. It was not like him to miss work and school, you know him to be a dedicated person to any aspects of his life, even to you. 

You feel the cold winds gashing at your face as you lightly jog to his apartment complex. You rush up the stairs to find his door and tried your best not to aggressively bang on it in a spur of the moment’s worry. The door slowly opened and you saw Hyungwon peek out from behind. “Are you okay?! I heard you were sick, sorry if I seem frantic because I was, I was just worried…” you rambled on. A small smile creeped out from the corner of his lips. In a raspy voice, he responded,”I’m fine (Y/N), it’s just your average fever. It means a lot that you came to check up on me though. He started to hobble back to the couch that he was relaxing on when his knees buckle. You rushed in to save him from collapsing on the floor. You slowly set his body down onto the couch and pulled the covers on top of him in a worried frenzy. “God Hyungwon, you’re not alright,” you mumbled as you rushed to go grab a cold washcloth for his heated forehead. He seemed to be passed out at this point and you sigh in relief at your decision to make sure he was surviving through the fever. You gently place the washcloth on his forehead and gazed upon his immaculate features. 

You smiled as you mumbled to yourself. “You’re so gorgeous, I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’ve made my life so bright…” you trailed off as you ran your fingers through his hair. You undoubtedly fell in love with him as a whole for his personality, features and ethics. You never thought you’d be in a position where you were taking care of him, because for a long time it felt as if he was taking care of you. You whispered under your breath, “I guess I do love you, Hyungwonnie.” You didn’t mind skipping a study session for him, just to make sure he was recovering. While being lost in your thoughts, you felt a large soft hand ghost over yours. “You’re too sweet (Y/N). I as well, love you too. Sorry I couldn’t get you your caramel macchiato today, I promise I’ll make it up to you after my fever goes away.” You felt a blush creep towards the surface of your skin. He had heard you. “I- I’m sorry, this was a terrible time for you to hear that, just ignore everything I said!” you mumbled flusteredly. His lips tugged upwards as he opened his eyes to gaze at your adorable worried stare. “Please be mine (Y/N), you’ve done so much for me. You keep me going everyday,” he confessed. You practically sobbed at this point. “Of course, but just relax and focus on yourself right now. Seeing you so ill makes me feel so helpless,” you plead. He squeezed your hand as you gently pecked him on the cheek. “I’ll be the one to make you the caramel macchiato this time,” you mused as you savoured the moment with your now boyfriend, only stressing for his health and nothing else. 

[timeoutforthee]

Scary Movie Night-Spooky Month

Part 1,   Part 2

@sanderssidesspook

Summary: Roman and D.C. finish up their Halloween, and then play matchmaker. Analogical. 

TWs: sympathetic Deceit, mentions of fake blood and gore

*So, in my area, if Halloween falls on a weekday, they’ll have trick or treating the weekend before, which is why they’re trick or treating, but Virgil says they still have a week to celebrate*

“We should keep it,” Virgil says, glancing down at his pumpkin, which is now starting to sag with the weight of the candy inside.

‘Are you suggesting literally stealing candy from babies?”

“You should say that in front of Roman, he would have very strong opinions about being called a baby,” Virgil winces, “And they’re usually very loud.”

Just then a squeal of laughter comes from behind them, and Roman and D.C. rush by them, caught up in some game that mixes together tag and make believe.

“You know, that doesn’t surprise me,” Logan says.

Roman skids to a stop and turns around, running back to what is supposed to be his plastic pumpkin.

“Whatja get me?” he says, sticking his face in, “Ooooh, a king size!”

“Nope,” Virgil says, moving it closer to him, “I get first dibs.”

“Wha-why?”

“Because I had to do all the work.”

“You fiend!” Roman says, pointing his broom at Virgil, “I challenge you to a duel.”

“Nah.”

“Virgil,” he says, dropping the broom and his boisterous act, “You gotta play along.”

“No thanks.”

Roman stomps his foot, but D.C. distracts him by pointing at a tree up ahead.

“Look! A dragon stuck in a tree!”

“We must save it!” They take off again.

Logan and Virgil look at each other, and they can’t help but smile.

“I’m really glad they ran into each other,” Logan says as they start walking up a different driveway, “D was really upset about the drawing. His condition can be a little…hard for his peers to understand.”

“Yeah, well,” Virgil glances back at his brother, “I’ve been there. So Roman is used to it.”

Logan nods. Logan is specifically not talking about how he knows, just like the whole class knows, because Virgil got a panic attack in the middle of class when the teacher humiliated him in front of the class.

Instead, he knocks on the door, and they get two fun sized candy bars. They start walking back down to the end of the driveway, where Roman had jumped on top of a large rock, declaring he has “slain the mighty beast!”

“As adorable as this is,” Logan says, “I did not think this would be how I celebrated Halloween.”

“This is just trick or treating night,” Virgil points out, “There’s still a whole week-”

“You mean the next three days?”

“A whole week to really celebrate.”

“Really?” Logan says, “And what do you plan on doing during that week?”

Virgil shrugs, “My friend Thomas is having a little Halloween party for the Theatre kids. We’re going to watch Sweeney Todd, which is the important thing.”

“Sweeney Todd?”

Virgil freezes in his tracks.

“You’ve never heard of Sweeney Todd?”

“No? What is it?”

“Well…,” Virgil trails off. How does he explain Sweeney Todd? Then he gets an idea. A terrible idea, really, but his mouth is moving without his permission, “Did you just want to come and watch it with us?”

Logan eyes light up, just slightly. At the prospect of going to a social event, of course. Not necessarily because Virgil invited him. That part was unimportant. Yes, completely unrelated to Virgil.

“Yes! I mean, as long as I’m not intruding,” Logan hurries to correct himself as their little brothers run up them.

“Nah, Thomas loves making new friends,” Virgil says, “Uh, you got a phone?”

And D.C. looks up at Logan with smuggest little grin Logan has ever seen, and he’s trying telepathically say “What? It’s not a big deal. Virgil and I are friends now and friends need a way to communicate.” But that is ruined because his head immediately has to repeat “Oh my god, we are friends now and he wants to communicate.”

“Yes,” Logan pulls it out of his cargo shorts and hands it over. Virgil punches in his number (nope, his hands are not shaking, no sir) and hands it back over.

It’s getting late, so they go there separate ways, Roman and D.C. throwing conspiratal glances at each other behind their brothers’ backs.

^

“I’ve made a decision,” Roman says around a mouthful of chocolate.

“Is that decision to chew with your mouth closed?” Virgil says as he searches for something sour.

Roman swallows, and then says seriously, “No. It’s about you.”

“You’ve made a decision about me?” Virgil finds some gummy worms, and is starting to bite their heads off, which is the best way to eat gummy worms.

“Yes,” Roman says, nonchalantly, “I’ve decided you need to kiss Logan.”

Virgil accidentally inhales a gummy worm in his state of shock. He coughs, trying to dislodge it.

“Are you done?” Roman asks as he finally quiets down.

“What? Is that why you and D.C. kept taking off? To leave me and Logan alone?”

“We were becoming friends, Virgil, weren’t you paying attention? But yes. You and Logan together were an added bonus.”

“Why?”

“Because you guys would be cute. D.C. thinks so, too.”

Virgil’s face goes pale, “Roman. Did you tell him I had a crush on Logan?”

“...you admitted you have a crush on Logan.”

“That is not the important thing here, Roman.”

“Welllllll….yes,” The word is barely out of his mouth before he’s jumping to his feet and running out of the living room. He runs up to his room with Virgil on his heels.

“Why would you do that?! I can’t believe-”

Roman gets to his room and shuts his door, leaning against it. Virgil pounds the other side.

“Roman, I swear-”

Hm. Should he tell his older brother that Logan has a crush on him too? No, not right now. He wants to see his face.

The pounding stops, then, “I really am going to eat your candy now.”

^

Logan is not going to text him. And that was fine. Virgil has no idea what Roman said to D.C., and even less of an idea of what he would say to Logan. It’s fine. Monday was going to be hella awkward, but it was fine, it was really, really-

His phone buzzed from inside his pocket.

Somehow Roman heard it from his spot on the floor where he was coloring. He perked up, “Is it Logan?”

“It’s not going to be-,” Virgil pauses, “It’s Logan.”

Salutations, Virgil.

^

Logan is frozen in place. He has absolutely no idea how to start this message.

Tell Roman D.C. didn’t mean it, that was a falsehood on his part, and childish.

I don’t have a crush on you, But what if Roman didn’t actually tell him? Then he was the one making it awkward.

Sometimes I catch you daydreaming in class and I always want to know what you’re thinking and a couple times you caught me but you just smirked at me and I suddenly felt like we were the only two in the room and it was this weird feeling but also really nice? Also I  like your smile and your eyes and I may have brought this up at home and my brother may have misinterpreted it as a crush isn’t that silly?

Well. That wasn’t a possibility.

Before he can think of anything, he gets a text himself.

Hey, Logan. You still up for the movie?

^

“You good over there, Logan?” Thomas asks from the other side of the couch.

Logan is sitting up too straight, and his jaw is clenched. Sweeney Todd isn’t scary, per se, but it is definitely gorey. Gore and musicals.

“Peachy,” Thomas just smiles again, and goes back to the movie.

Virgil looks up from his spot on the floor. When he notices the way Logan is holding himself, he stands up.

“Move over,” he commands his friends. They grumble, but they all shift, and he squeezes between them and Logan. Their legs are pressed together, which makes them both blush, but both of them elect to ignore it.

“The thing about scary movies,” Virgil whispers to him, “is that they’re still a production. A very elaborate production with very specific difficulties in regards to the genre, and this one is no exception. Like, hear that? Johnny Depp’s voice was not made for this character.”

Logan finds himself listening a bit closer, and even though he knows nothing about theatre, he can tell things are a little off.

Virgil keeps pointing things out to him. Between the ways the musical changed into the movie, the way they had to make the blood appear faker so they didn’t get a higher rating. And once he points that out, Logan starts wondering how he didn’t notice how awful it looked earlier.

It’s close to the end when Virgil grips his hand. Caught off guard, Logan looks over to see Virgil’s eyes bright with anticipation.

“This is it. The most ridiculous moment of the movie. Wait for it.”

Logan turns back to the screen. After a graphic murder, Sweeney emerges from the shadows, blood covering his face….

Especially in one corner, where it is perfectly curled into a french mustache.

Logan can’t help it. He laughs, and soon Virgil is joining in, hiding his face in Logan’s shoulder. His friends are complaining about them ruining the “atmosphere,” but they’re forgotten once another movie is put in.

The movie is Hocus Pocus, not even close to scary, but Virgil reaches over and grips Logan’s hand again, anyway. After a moment, Logan folds their fingers together.

Okay. Virgil may have to buy Roman a bag of candy as an apology.

[sneakyseventeen]

DANCE PRACTICE ❧ MINGHAO

Member: Minghao

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k+

Another day, another stupid car ride. You loved the fact that you had just got your liscence, you could go anywhere; to the park, mall, movies….. but that also meant you had to drive your younger sister to dance. Every. Single. Day after school.

It was annoying to say the least, you loved her, but you hated that her studio was more than 60 minutes away.

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The first week was miserable, but you eventually got used to it. At least your mom was paying for the gas money. The second week, (thanks to Google Maps) you had found a nice coffee house close enough where you could walk and get most of your school work done. Although it was very small, it had a nice, cozy feel to it. Not to mention the workers were very kind, One by the name of ‘Jun’, who had shamelessly try to flirt with you many a times, being a little too kind. You could remember nearly every detail about the coffee house, but the thing you had trouble remebering was your sister’s dance studio number, causing more than enough awkward encounters with people.

On Thursday, you took a way wrong turn, and went room #8 instead of #18. You froze as you realized you had walked into the wrong room, a boy who looked a little older than you wearing black pants and a tank top with a black hat and grey mask on. As the song he was dancing to came to an end, he did an incredible flip sort of thing almost knocking you in the face, as he still hadn’t noticed your presence. When the music stopped, he was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead. He took off his had and mask and placed them down. You were staring at him, probably with your mouth wide open, in shock at how good he was at dancing. You’d seen good dancers in your life going to a high school based around The Arts and all, but never this good. You turned to leave to avoid the apology but something beat you to it. A hand overlapped yours on the handle as the boy looked at you. He blushed a fair ammount and simply said, “Hi.”

“I-I’m sorry I walked I was trying to find room eighte-”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t.” Was he fLIRTING OH GOD.

“So, how was it?” He asked with curiousity in his voice.

“The dance? I think its great.”

“Thanks. I still have a lot to work on. Not much time though, I’ve been here for at least 5 hours.”

“In the last week?”

“No, today.”

“What?! Why? How close is this event your preparing for?”

“I’m hoping to win this dance competition coming up… I’m not sure though. Come here.” When you finally looked over to him, he was sitting up against the wall, one leg out with the other bent, as he patted the place next to him. You sat down awkwardly, not too close to him, with your hands in your lap. “Why are you dressed like that?” The words came out of his mouth so abruptly you imminently felt self conscious. A look of distress came over your face ad you looked for a stain, a hole, a rip, anything. “I-”

“Oh nonono not like that!!” The boy looked worried, just as you had. “I meant….. you don’t look ready to dance.”

“Oh,,, no, it’s ok. I’m just here cause my younger sister takes ballet classes.” The time on your wrist read 6:07. “I’m suppose to get her at 6:15.”

“Ah I see. Her class starts at 4 correct?”

“Yeah.”

“So you……… drive her? And your here every day? How come I never see you?”

“I normally just stay in her room, or walk around from store to store over here.”

“Awww that sounds boring. You can always come in here.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah! You seem really nice, and I need someone to help me with my dancing.”

“Ok, sounds cool.”

“Alright,,, uh,,, what’s your name?”

“Its Y/N.”

“Cute. I’m Minghao.”

“Ok well, Minghao, I have to get going, but, it was nice meeting you.”

“You too, I hope to see you tommorrow.”

“I’ll be there.” You started leaving when Minghao screamed, “Oh wait, Y/N!”

“Hmh?”

“I forgot to tell you….. your also, like,,,, really, pretty. I’ll see you tommorrow.”

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The time leading up until 4PM on a school day was agony. Seeing Minghao was the highlight of your day. It was adoring how he gave it his all, and tried so hard every time you came to sit and watch. He was so hardworking, and dedicated to dance, you sometimes worried about him and his health. You brought him water and food as often as you could, scolding him to give his body a break, but he wouldn’t do it.

One day he broke; you walked in the rather quiet studio, it normally blasting with music, and found him curled in the corner, sobbing his heart out. The sight broke yours. You had never seen this side of him. He was normally so energetic and awake, wanting to have fun and be happy.

Who was this?

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Aftef being too afraid to confront Minghao, you came back the next day with a whole essay of apologies. Today was the day he had been planning for, and boy was he excited. You helped him get ready, the scent of the back room giving you nostalgia.

“Minghao I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“What?”

“Thank you for comming in every day to watch me. It feels nicer when someone is there.”

“No problem. I’ve loved every second of it, and about that,,,, I was late the other day, and,,, I say you were crying.”

“Oh…. that. I guess…. the stress got to me. It’s hard juggling that and school sometimes. I just broke. But I’m fine now.”

“All of Its gone away. Its nothing because of you. Thank you.” He gave you a warm hug before leaving to preform, and you hurried to the audience.

Wow, was the only word you were left with after the preformance. It was amazing how Minghao could make all this coregoraphy and do it effortlessly. Even after watching him for days, he still impressed you everytime. The moment you had been anticipating, the winner. There were good dancer up on stage tonight, but all the judges agreed his was the best. He was exstatic. When it ended, you ran outside the venue where Minghao said to meet up after, the both of you running towards each other. He took you in a big hug and you felt your shirt become damp, his head in your sholder. After what felt like hours, Minghao finally pulled away, his face blushed and teary. It was your turn to pull him into a hug, you holding onto his head like he was made of glass.

“You won.”

“I know… I-I cant beli-” Minghao only got so far in his sentence before breaking down in tears again.

“Hey hey….shh.” yoy giggled.

“Good job, Hao. I’m very proud of you.” You pulled Minghao’s shirt towards the ledge you two were now sitting on.

It took him a few minutes, but he wiped away his remaining tears and smiled at you.

“I still haven’t gotten what I wanted after all this.”

“What do you mean? You won.”

“Yeah but-”

Minghao picked you up as he stood, pulling you closer towards him.

“After a couple days of you being there….. I never wanted to win the trophy. I just wanted to win you.

I love you.”

“I love you too idiot. Come here.” Your lips locked with his, the heat coming off of you two making the cold night warmer. Who knew a dumb thing your sister was doing would end like this.