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[yslkook]

RAINBERRY (6)

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summary: you share a series of moments with jungkook, come to several realizations about sora. things shift...for the better or for worse? pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, kinda toxic friendship, suggestive content (hooking up)

word count: 7305... yeah idk what happened lmao

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“You come here often?” A voice behind you murmurs in your ear. You nearly jump, but you already know who it is.

Jungkook. Ever since he had texted you letting you know that he was on his way, you’d been eagerly looking for him in the crowded, dim lights of the bar.

“No,” You say, unable to stop a giggle from pushing past your lips.

“Lucky for me then, huh?” Jungkook grins, his smile a little dark and a little seductive. It sends a thrill up your spine.

“It is,” You nod, “Really lucky for you. And for me-”

You internally cringe at yourself. Did you learn to flirt only yesterday? Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at you in amusement before letting his hand rest on your lower back.

“C’mon, pretty, I’ll get you a drink,” Jungkook says, “Maybe then you’ll pick up a trick or two on the subject of flirting.”

You gasp and swat his chest, “Don’t be so rude.”

Jungkook stands in between your legs at the bar, one hand on your thigh and one hand gripping his drink. You’re laughing at something he said in your ear, something funny that happened at the tattoo parlor earlier in the day-

“Mina and Mei pretended to be the other to see how long it would take for Jin to notice, since he can never tell them apart-”

“You’re all terrible, and poor Jin, you always instigate with him!”

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Jungkook nearly pouts at you.

“Oh? Why’s that? Maybe I like Jin more than I like you,” You reply, leaning closer to him.

“But you still like me, right?” Jungkook says, discreetly weaving his fingers through yours. Nobody’s paying attention to either of you, but even if someone was, you wouldn’t mind.

Or so you thought nobody was paying attention to either of you.

“Mmm… maybe a little bit,” You grin, tilting your head to the side, “Tell me how cool and pretty you think I am, and then I’ll decide.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. His bright, bunny smile makes you smile. “You already know how cool and pretty I think you are, baby.”

“You could stand to mention it a little more.”

“And what about me?” Jungkook says, leaning forward, “You never compliment me, baby…”

“That’s- that’s not true,” You whisper. He’s close enough that you can see the stars in his eyes, the ridges on his plump, pouty bottom lip, the mole below his lip.

“But I guess you don’t need to, not really,” Jungkook says airily, “Not when I can tell that you think about me. Because my girl’s dirty, huh?”

You squeeze his lithe fingers tightly and he smiles at you, sin painted in the curves of his wicked grin.

“Uh-” You stammer, your face feeling hot, “You’re really cute?”

He throws his head back once more and you grin bashfully at him. “And I like spending time with you,” You say softly, looking up at him as if you want him to hang the moon for you.

Jungkook curses under his breath. Because he would, he really would.

“How lucky for me,” Jungkook says, patting your head fondly.

“Shut up,” You roll your eyes.

Before the night ends (and you endure the teasing of Mina and Mei), you manage to convince Jungkook into taking pictures with you. Mina is all too happy to take them. You don’t know how many candids she takes of you both- you get lost in his voice and the glint in his eyes.

And then he abruptly kisses your cheek, and your breath hitches with the feel of his lips against your skin leaving your heart sputtering helplessly in your chest.

Mei and Mina are both cooing in the background at their favorite couple who isn’t quite a couple just yet. Jungkook glares at both of them, only causing them both to laugh.

And then the moment is ruined by none other than Sora herself. Jungkook sighs, already knowing that you’re going to be pulled away from him. He doesn’t know why she’s even here when nobody here likes or knows her except for you. But you’re too nice to leave her out of things (mainly because you don’t want her to get upset at you for it). So Jungkook says nothing, only narrowing his eyes at her when she comes close.

She eyes his arm around your waist and how close you’re standing to him suspiciously.

“I don’t feel so good,” Sora groans, clutching her stomach. How dramatic, Jungkook scoffs. As if she’s never handled alcohol before. Jungkook looks for the blurriness that comes with alcohol in her eyes and is unsurprised to find nothing.

But perhaps his dislike for her is outweighing reality.

“Door’s right there,” Jungkook says bluntly, “And the bathroom's over there. Knock yourself out.”

He tightens his hand over your waist, ignoring your gentle swat of your hand against his chest.

“Can we go home?” Sora pouts at you, but not before sending Jungkook a glare. Jungkook already knows you’re nodding- it seems that Sora always gets what she wants.

He knows she’s faking it, and you’re too nice to see through her bullshit.

Well, Jungkook gets what he wants, too.

“I can take you both home?” Jungkook says, though the thought of being within five feet of her sends him recoiling.

“No! We can get home ourselves,” Sora nearly hisses.

“What about when she drops you off at your apartment? You gonna let her walk home alone?” Jungkook scoffs.

“She doesn’t live that far, and she can take care of herself. Or she can sleepover,” Sora answers heatedly, as if you’re not right there.

“She is right here. And I’m not sleeping over, I have an early morning tomorrow,” You say easily, feeling annoyance beginning to stir in your belly. It’s a lie, but Sora doesn’t need to know that. “Go wait at the door, Sora. I���ll be there in a minute.”

And for once, Sora listens to you.

“Jungkook,” You murmur with heated cheeks, “Maybe I can see you later tonight?”

Jungkook laughs in surprise. His girl isn’t just flirty and touchy, you’re a liar. And you’re a liar for him.

“Sure baby, whatever you want. Just please text me when you get home. Or call me and I’ll come pick you up,” Jungkook says, returning your tipsy smile. He wants to glare in Sora’s direction but refrains from doing so.

He can hear both Mira and Mei both giggling into their hands a few feet away, but you don’t seem to hear it. You don’t seem to hear anything but him.

“Okay,” You beam at him, “I’ll call you.”

By the time you get Sora in the safe hands of her roommates and tucked into bed with a glass of water, it’s nearly 1:30 AM.

“Promise me somethin’,” She says, her eyes half awake. But you can tell she’s alert and aware.

“Hmm?” You say distractedly, about to text Jungkook telling him you’re going home soon.

“You need to stay away from Jeon,” She mumbles, watching you like a hawk, “He’s not a good guy-”

“I think you’re tired, Sora,” You say, not meeting her gaze, “I’m pretty tired, too. So ‘m gonna go home. Sleep well.”

“I mean it, he’ll break your heart, you know. Don’t you trust me?”

“Sleep well,” You whisper easily, levelling her with an intense gaze. She feels herself being scrutinized as if she’s under a microscope, but the heat dissipates quickly as you turn on your heel.

Lying to her comes so easily, even with your heart pounding painfully in your ears. But you know that’s not Jungkook’s influence on you, as she might claim. Jungkook has never been a liar- apparently that’s reserved only for you.

Jungkook is only a few blocks away from Sora’s apartment building so you remain on the phone with him, giggling quietly, as you meet him halfway. He covers more ground quicker than you so he catches up to you quickly.

“Hi,” You laugh wildly, not sure what you’re even laughing at. You’re giddy just from the sight of him and you shyly take his hand in yours. He looks at you in surprise but says nothing, only rubbing your thumb with his own.

“Hey, baby,” He says smoothly. You only beam at him in response to how he is apparently unaffected by you. It’s so easy for you to push Sora’s words from your mind, when Jungkook is standing right by your side looking at you like that.

“I live kind of far from here,” You confess, “It’s like a fifteen or twenty minute drive.”

Jungkook shakes his head at you, pulling his phone out for an Uber. “I hate that you Uber home alone so often from here,” Jungkook says, “Don’t do that anymore. You’ve heard the stories right?”

“Yeah, I have,” You shrug, “I don’t really know who else I can call all the way from here-”

“Me,” Jungkook says sharply, “Yoongi. Hobi. Jin. Mei. Mina. Any of us, baby. Fuckin’ Sora should drive you home.”

“She’s drunk, she can’t drive!”

“Not this time, just in general,” Jungkook mutters, “Some best friend, letting you ride alone in a damn Uber for twenty minutes without even checking up on you-”

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You mumble abruptly, “I want to go home, Jungkook. Will you take me home?”

And who is he to deny you?

In hindsight, maybe you should have slowed down. Maybe he should have slowed down. But the minute you enter the threshold of your home, your hands are warm and welcoming on his chest. You want him, you need him, you need him to hold you the way you know he wants to.

Your lips are sweet against his, trembling and burning all at once.

It’s been about an hour since you both ended up falling into your bed together, and most of that hour has been filled with you both locking lips. It had been you who had pressed your hands to his firm chest with determined eyes and a deep furrow in your brow before pressing your lips to his.

As quickly as it happened, it feels right. You’re sitting on his lap as if you belong, hips slowly rocking into his as your hands pull his hair out of the ponytail that it’s in. You sigh happily when you card through his hair, fingertips gentle over his scalp.

Jungkook loves the soft, pretty noises he pulls from you with each slip of his tongue into your mouth. You’re hungry, impatient, nothing of what his initial first impression of you was. You always want more, more, more and he wants to give, give, give.

He should’ve been more surprised than he really was when you had tugged his hand into your bedroom, pushed him to your bed and climbed into his lap. Your eyes are hooded, as you duck your head to meet his lips.

He tastes like honey and mint and something sweet. He smells like fresh laundry. You could lose yourself in him, you think, as you bite his lower lip generously.

“Baby,” Jungkook groans into your mouth, missing the warmth of your lips immediately, “Wait.”

But he moans again when you nip his bottom lip gently, coaxing your way into his mouth. It takes him a few seconds to pull away, your honeyed lips too tempting for him. You complain vocally, deciding to press your lips to his neck instead.

“Baby,” Jungkook says again, a little firmly with a tight grip on your hips.

“Honey,” You say in the same tone, your lips pulled into a pretty pout.

“Slow down,” Jungkook murmurs, gently placing you on the bed, your back against your freshly washed sheets. You hum and wrap an arm around his shoulders, eyelashes fluttering as you just watch him. Jungkook looks so good above you, lips perfectly pink and pillowy… You’re tempted to lick the column of his neck, all along the swirls of ink, but you don’t.

“It’s late,” You muse, twirling his hair within your fingers. He won’t admit that he feels like putty in your arms, hovering above you.

“Great observation,” Jungkook says dryly, “Anything else you wanna share with the class?”

“Will you stay over,” You murmur, looking up at him as he lays in between your legs and dots your cheeks in soft kisses.

“You want that, baby? Pretty baby wants me to stay over?” Jungkook nearly coos at you, and you swat his hand away at his teasing.

“Shut up,” You mumble, “Only because it’s like, 3 in the morning and it would be shitty for you to go all the way across the city alone.”

“Yeah, right, only because it's three AM. Not because you want to cuddle,” Jungkook snorts.

“You’re only good for cuddling, anyway,” You shoot back, “I have some of my dad’s sweats and shirts if you want to change. Get off me, you big oaf.”

“My girl’s mean, huh?

“Oh, who said anything about your girl,” You mutter, embracing the heat in your face.

Jungkook peels his leather jacket off, but he catches your curious eyes before you turn away and all but run into the bathroom to change and take your makeup off. He’s waiting in your bed as if he lives there, waiting for you to join him.

“Why do you look so nervous in your own bedroom,” Jungkook asks bluntly, chuckling at your soft noise of offense.

“It’s not everyday I have you in my bed,” You mumble, peeling the covers back to slide into bed next to him.

“You want it to be everyday?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy,” You reply, pinching his waist. He yelps and grips your wrist loosely.

“You okay with this or what? I can sleep on the couch if you’re not,” Jungkook says, rubbing your wrist gently.

You hum, “I’m good. You good?”

“Got the prettiest girl right here. Of course I’m good,” Jungkook says, winking at you. You hide your face from him and swat his chest.

“Good night,” You mumble, “Go to sleep, stupid.”

“Who the fuck,” Jungkook grumbles into your hair, “The fuck is calling you this early, what the fuck-”

You groan, pushing your face into his chest as if that’ll push the jarring sound of your phone blaring out of your mind. Rubbing your eyes with an irritated sigh, you reach over to blindly feel for your phone on the nightstand but Jungkook reaches it first.

“Of course,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “She never misses a fucking beat does she? Even at 6:20 in the fucking morning...”

You catch a glimpse at the phone and see that it’s Sora calling you. You take the phone from his hands, letting him wrap himself around you with a pout. You run your hand over his back silently as you answer the phone.

“Hello?” You grumble raspily, voice filled with remnants of the morning.

“Hey, just checking that you were awake. You said you had an early morning today, right?” Sora's chipper voice booms into the receiver. You cringe. Has she always sounded like that?

“Yeah…” You reply, but you’re a little distracted by the way that Jungkook’s lips attach to the corner of your mouth. “Mmm…”

“You there? You falling asleep on me, or what?” Sora asks, “Always so distracted, you should seriously pay more attention-”

Jungkook hears her and glares at the phone. His eyes harden and he moves quickly, without warning you. He takes the phone from your hands swiftly as if it’s personally offended him.

“Leave us alone, Sora,” Jungkook says, steel and frustration clear in his voice, “It’s too early for this shit, go do something productive and leave us alone. ”

You watch him with gobsmacked eyes, knowing this won’t end well but unable to find it in yourself to care as much as you should.

At least not yet.

Sora’s flabbergasted screech pierces the previously quiet morning air through your phone and you wince. You knew she wouldn’t be happy, but you’ll deal with her later. When a sleepy, pouty Jungkook wasn’t in front of you already chasing your lips with his.

“Kook,” You sigh, turning your cheek to face him. He plants his lips on yours easily, pulling the words right off of your tongue and filling your mind with air.

“You embarrassed of me or something,” Jungkook teases.

“What? No,” You say sharply, eyes wide, “Why would you think that?”

“You lied to her last night and you lied to her just now. You don’t have an early morning,” Jungkook says, hands running over your cheek, “You only have me in your bed.”

“She keeps telling me I should stay away from you,” You confess, “I don’t know why she doesn’t like you, but I’ll talk to her about it later. I don’t want my best friend to not like you-”

“Is she? Your best friend?” Jungkook asks, cutting you off. Your eyes are round with confusion, head tilted to the side.

“Why wouldn’t she be?” You ask softly, “We’ve been close since college-”

“I know all the facts, baby,” Jungkook says, trying his best to not insult Sora to you the way he wants to, “I know she’s been your friend since college, you’ve seen each other at your worst, all of the usual bullshit-”

“Hey!”

“... Why do you think she doesn’t want you to have anything to do with me? If she was really your best friend, she wouldn’t be this fucking concerned or involved-”

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” You shrug, “She’s just… protective of me.”

“She cares too fucking much in my opinion,” Jungkook says, “Fucking control freak. Would someone protective of you send you on a blind date with an asshole who stood you up and didn’t even reach out to you after?”

Jungkook has a lot more he wants to say about Sora and how she treats you, but he keeps it to himself for now.

You don’t know what to say, so you say nothing. Only looking at him with those disarming eyes. He hasn’t said much about it, but your gears are already turning. You’ve been growing more and more tired of Sora’s antics- mainly the way she never seems to take into account your feelings unless it benefits her. It was tolerable in college, but the more you fell for Jungkook, the more tiresome it was becoming.

“I don’t wanna talk about her anymore,” You say finally, a repeat of what you said last night.

Jungkook looks at you, something undecipherable in his eyes, before nodding and quietly meeting your warm, sleepy lips with his own.

It’s been a total of thirty-six hours since you kissed Jungkook and he had spent the night with you. You haven’t had any type of conversation with him about what your kiss with him meant, what him staying the night over meant. It doesn't’ stop you from feeling giddy at the thought of him, from replaying the last kiss he had given you. From leaving you wanting more.

You think nothing of it as you cheerily buy a dozen donuts to bring with you to the tattoo parlor to surprise Jungkook and your friends. Maybe you can sneak a kiss in.

But the minute you walk into the parlor, you know something is a little off. Jungkook’s shoulders are tense, a pensive look settled in his eyes. His jaw is clenched, tongue poking his cheek.

“Hi,” You murmur, offering him the box of donuts, “I come bearing treats.”

Jungkook gives you a thin smile. He chews on his chapped bottom lip, deep in thought. You didn’t know what to expect after seeing him for the first time after he spent the night with you, but this isn’t what you expected.

He’s standing across from you with crossed arms over his broad chest. The air between you both feels cold and still, icy as you exhale. He’s upset about something, and after before you can ask him what’s wrong (before you can stop your own spiral downwards), he beats you to the punch-

“I don’t understand you,” Jungkook says, his voice perfectly calm and even. But it’s eerie.

Your heart drops to your stomach instantly and you swallow the dry lump in your throat.

“What?” You hate how soft, how weak your voice sounds. But you can’t help it, not when disappointment coats his eyes and when he speaks to you like he’s disgusted by you. You don’t understand him either. The way he switches up on you with no warning.

Jungkook takes a deep breath to tell you what’s been on his mind. Instead of the practiced speech that sounded much calmer in his mind, what comes out is-

“You let Sora walk all over you,” Jungkook hisses, “You let her dictate almost every fucking decision! She has this inexplicable hold over you, and you don’t even know it!”

Jungkook hates confrontation, he really does. But he’s at his wit’s end with you and with Sora. Mostly with you, for not seeing a terrible friend in front of your eyes even when everyone tries telling you. How can you be this blinded by it? By her?

“She manipulates you at every turn, and you just let her! And you know what, I get it- it’s hard to recognize it when you’re in it. But we’ve all told you. She’s not a good friend to you, at all!”

Your face falls, heart sinking into a black hole that begins to swirl in your belly. You can’t stand it, the fire in his eyes despite the ice in his voice. You don’t like this. You don’t like this.

“I don’t know why you’re so hellbent on listening to her,” Jungkook seethes, getting angrier the more he thinks about Sora, “She treats you like shit- you have to know you deserve better than that, right? She sabotages you every chance she gets. She doesn’t like any of us, you know that? And forget that- why don’t you fucking ask yourself why she has the opposite opinion to everything when it comes to something you like? Your fucking car, your apartment, your job, your choice in decor. Even me.”

His words make you ache terribly and you desperately need something to hold on to to ground yourself. You shove your fists in the pockets of your jacket and surely, you’re clenching your fists tight enough that your nails are piercing through the skin of your palms.

“You never question her intentions. You’ve never even dreamed of questioning her,” Jungkook continues with a cruel sneer, lips twisting into something unfamiliar that cuts across you, “You should ask yourself why. You should ask yourself by you’re always defending her, walking on eggshells around her, afraid to be in disagreement with her, when she doesn’t give a fuck about you.”

But he doesn’t stop there, “You’re so fucking naive a-and fucking foolish. You can’t see how she always has to have you in the palm of her hand, how she makes sure she’s ahead of you in life, by whatever twisted definition of that she has. You deserve better than her. And I know I deserve better than to be hidden because you’re too scared to face your supposed best friend.”

You don’t have any words. Your brain seems to short circuit at his harsh truths, unable to formulate a single sentence. Instead your hands tremble and your eyes become wet.

You say nothing. As always, you say nothing.

“You’re not gonna say anything? Not even now?” Jungkook asks, tongue pressing against his cheek.

Another five seconds goes by before you open your mouth, “I d-don’t know what to say,” Your voice is quiet, unlike what Jungkook is used to, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jungkook could scream in frustration. You still won’t say what’s on your mind, even when he insults you straight to your face. He can’t tell what you’re thinking (mainly because you hardly ever say anything about it), despite being able to read you easily.

“I think I should go,” You say in the same soft, defeated voice, “I b-brought donuts, but umm… they’re over there. Goodbye, Jungkook.”

With that, you turn your back on him and on the tattoo parlor to head outside. He doesn’t see the trembling of your hands or of your shoulders. He doesn’t know that you somehow hold your tears back the whole way home, biting down harshly on your bottom lip enough to draw blood.

Jungkook doesn’t know that you barely make it into your apartment with his words ringing cruelly in your head. He doesn’t know that you collapse in your bed in a mess of sobs and the sound of your heart aching.

You’re alone.

It takes all of thirty seconds after your departure for Jungkook to realize the weight of his words and for your defeated, hunched over shoulders to replay in his mind like a movie. It takes another forty seconds for Mina and Mei to emerge from their respective offices (where he’s certain they heard the entire conversation) and scream at him for his callousness-

“I have never known you to speak to anyone like that, let alone the girl that you’ve liked for who knows how long! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mina says and smacks the back of his head.

“You’re an idiot,” Mei continues with narrowed eyes, “You better apologize to her and kiss her fucking feet-”

“Who else was going to tell her about Sora? She hasn’t listened to-”

“There is a way to communicate these things!” Mei says angrily, “You yelling at her like that wasn’t the move and you know it. You’re so fucking stupid!”

“Alright, I get it,” Jungkook says, equally as angry. He pulls away from both of them, not wanting to hear it from them anymore.

“That girl Sora is a fucking bitch but you’re no better for how you just behaved,” Mina hisses, “Get your shit together, Jeon.”

He knows that he was harsh, maybe too harsh with you. Looking back on the memory of your glossy eyes and sad, slumped shoulders… You hadn’t even fought him. You’d just accepted his barrage of words as fact, without even thinking to provide an explanation or a defense of yourself.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut in shame. Once the anger dissolves into hurt, he reaches a conclusion. He should’ve just talked to you rather than lash out at you like that.

You’re no delicate flower, but damn, he’d do anything to take away the broken look in your eyes.

You take exactly two days off from work to sort through your feelings and thoroughly comb through your previous memories with Sora, and subsequently, with all of your friends. You spend most of this time in your bed, under the covers and scrolling through old photos from college and post-grad life.

It’s funny- you don’t really know where your sense of self got away from you.

You’ve always approached people- relationships, friendships- logically and rationally. Or at least you thought you had. It seems like a lot of your reactions to things that may have upset you or bothered you (or lack thereof) was for the convenience of others- namely Sora.

You bury your head in your hands when she passes through your memory. How could you have let it escalate this far? Can you be so blind to someone treating you so horribly for this long? Can you excuse her behavior for the simple fact that she’s been your supposed friend for years?

You try to think back on a time when you felt like you could unabashedly be yourself around Sora without any consequence for simply existing.

You come up blank.

Logic comes easy to you. It’s easy for you to make the decision to finally speak to Sora and say what needs to be said. Especially when your other friends were hurt by her actions, and by extension, yours.

After about another thirty-six hours, you decide. It doesn’t surprise you, how easy it is to make the decision. You decide that this “friendship” with Sora isn’t worth it. Not when she’s made you feel like this for years and if she treats your friends this way, too.

You’ll give her a chance to explain, but most of your mind is set already. Considering how well you know her, you know how this conversation is going to go. You dread it, but it must be done. Even if it’s long overdue.

“I need you to be honest with me,” You say plainly, keeping your face neutral even as your heart hammers away in your chest. At least you’re in the safety and comfort of your own home, your pastel green throw pillow on your lap acting as an anchor.

Sora sits across from you, an eyebrow raised. Her mouth is twisted into something defensive, on the ready to eat you alive. How could you not notice it before?

“When am I ever not honest with you?” Sora scoffs.

“Then it should be easy for you to answer a few questions for me, and we can be on our merry ways,” You say breezily, your eyes hardened. She swallows. Good.

“The fuck you being so formal for?” Sora laughs, but her smile drops when she sees that you’re not joking.

“Why are you so mean to Jungkook and his friends? My friends?” You ask without missing a beat. You cross your arms over your chest and look at her expectantly. Your ears feel warm, but you press on.

Even if Jungkook is perhaps irreparably upset with you, you think this is his influence. Growing a spine and sticking up for yourself, for the people around you.

“Seriously? That’s what’s got your panties twisted?” Sora says, waving a dismissive hand at you, “Don’t worry about them, they don’t know you like I do- I mean who else was holding your hair back when you were throwing your guts up in college?”

“I don’t think the quality of a friendship should be assessed by how many drunken nights we had.”

“Who else was there for you when nobody else was?” Sora hisses, “I took you home when your parents left you for the holidays, I was the one who was there with you when your shitty ex’s ghosted you, god, your taste is the worst-I was the only one who ever saw you!”

You squeeze your pillow far too tightly.

“Stop holding that shit over my head,” You snap, “Those are just things that friends do. I never begged you for your support and I shouldn’t have to feel like I owe you something other than friendship just for being your only fucking friend who put up with your shit for this long.”

Before she can open her mouth to speak, you cut across her, “Stop talking about the past. College was years ago at this point. We graduated fucking almost six years ago. And even in college… you haven’t changed a bit,” You let out a mirthless laugh, “What do you have to say for our friendship right now? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn’t have set me up with a loser who stood me up. You afraid of something, Sora? You afraid I’ve been around people who are friends with me because they actually like me, not because they get off on a weird power trip?

“Ever since the beginning, all you’ve done is push me away from myself,” You say with trembling lips, “E-everything, you’ve just… you just take everything I like and I want and completely dismiss it. It’s n-not right. A-and it took this long, for Jungkook to call it out for me to realize. This- this isn’t friendship-”

To your misery, her lips morph into a cruel sneer. “Jungkook? You went behind my back-”

“Behind your back? You don’t even have a good reason-”

“I told you, I’m only-”

“No! You’re gonna let me finish, for once,” You raise your voice, levelling her with a glare containing years worth of anger, “It’s clear, with or without Jungkook, that you’ve only kept me around to make yourself feel better. How twisted is that! You kept me down, made me doubt myself and everything just so you could feel better.”

You take a deep, deafening breath.

“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. Even now, you can’t reassure me. Even now, you can’t call on our friendship as something fond to remember. You weaponized me for your own insecurities. Get out.”

“Get out? You’re kicking me out?” Sora’s sneer drops immediately. Maybe you’re being cruel, but you can’t take it anymore. Something passes across her face that makes you draw an ounce of sympathy for her but it evaporates immediately.

“Yup,” You say, popping the ‘p’, “We’re not friends, and I don’t think we ever were. So thanks, for bringing me back to my senses.”

And that’s that- she leaves with her tail between her legs, not pleading for your affection or your friendship. You’re grateful for that, because you feel like you might collapse in about two minutes.

***

It has been exactly nine days since you ended your friendship with Sora and exactly fourteen days since you stepped foot in the tattoo parlor. You’ve only just reached out to Mei and Mina, in between sporadic texts to Hobi and Yoongi.

It’s been exactly two weeks since you spoke to Jungkook. You miss him, you miss his crooked smirk, his bunny smile. Most of all, you miss the comfort and safety his presence brings. But you’re too nervous to reach out to him again, his harsh words and fiery eyes blinking back at you in your own mind. You’re nervous to even show your face at the tattoo parlor.

Jungkook has been receiving an earful from all of his friends since the last day he spoke to you. Hobi’s wrath, along with Mei and Mina’s wrath, is something he never wants to relive twice. Yoongi and Jin also lectured him, and he only looked at them with wide, doe eyes in understanding. Whatever anger he was holding on to has simmered down to hurt, and now he just misses you. And he very much regrets the way he spoke to you.

He winces when he recalls his cruel words, the sharp edge of his tongue that slipped out so easily. So quickly, to strike you right where it hurts. Jungkook can’t get your stricken expression out of his mind. Knowing he put that look on your face, it makes him ache. And he’s the coward, for still not reaching out to you to apologize.

He’s too nervous to face you, but he has to.

***

jeon jungkook : hi. can we talk sometime soon?

It takes you fifteen minutes to respond. What he doesn’t know is that you had panicked for ten of those fifteen minutes, nearly dropping your phone when you had seen his name pop up on your screen.

you 🧡 : hi. sure. Where?

***

You give yourself a pep talk the entire drive to the park. You’re glad he suggested a park, and a park close to your home- you’re grateful for the open area. You’re incredibly nervous to see him for the first time in a while, running through different scenarios in your head before scolding yourself.

It’s Jungkook. Even if he hurt you, it’s still Jungkook. You trust him. You want to trust him.

You spot Jungkook leaning on his motorcycle, looking like a vision in all black. As almost always a strand of black hair escapes his ponytail as he lights his cigarette. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice his nerves in the way he grips his lighter tightly.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Hi.”

You wring your hands together, gripping the straps of your backpack tightly. You’re just as nervous as he is, he realizes. But still, you stand with your back straightened, eyes wary. You glow, and despite the fact that it’s only been two weeks, he senses something different about you.

“Hi,” Jungkook murmurs, the pet name on the tip of his tongue but he refrains, “Come here. Can I hug you?”

“Y-yeah,” You nod with a small smile and he envelopes you in his arms, holding you tightly. Inhaling every bit of you that he can. He wants to kiss you again, kiss you breathless, kiss you so that you forget his cruelty.

But he can’t erase it. So he doesn’t.

“I brought blankets for us,” Jungkook murmurs, pointing to the basket, “Let’s go sit?”

You nod and follow his lead.

***

“It was messed up,” You say forlornly, “We kissed, we kissed a lot, you slept in my bed and then you yelled at me. Insulted me in your tattoo parlor. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot.” There’s only a little malice in your voice, but he’ll take it.

You’re both sitting across from each other, knees touching with open and honest eyes. You feel vulnerable and exposed around him, especially considering how your last conversation with him went.

“You should’ve just talked to me,” You mumble.

“I know,” Jungkook says instantly, takes your much smaller hands in his and squeezes, “I fucked up. I’m so sorry I spoke to you like that. You didn’t deserve that from me. You don’t deserve that from anyone, least of all from me. I’m sorry I let everything fester and took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry. I made you cry, didn’t I?”

You look away from him for a millisecond before nodding, “You’d cry too, if the man you liked, the man you just spent the night with for the first time, spoke to you like that. In his own place of work. I only brought you donuts and you just- what the fuck? You just went off on me, I had no idea you were even feeling that intensely about Sora. About me-

“I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. Don’t take me for a fool,” You say pointedly, not letting go of his hands. Jungkook cringes before opening his mouth.

“You’re not naive or stupid, I’m sorry-”

“But… I understand, I think. You know when you kind of… know something but it takes another person for you to realize? I think I always knew how Sora was and didn’t want to face it. Or face her. For so long, it felt like she was all I had for some reason. Like even if there were others, it felt like her approval mattered the most. And I realized it was because she just always had this way of making me feel less than her. But mostly, I owe that realization to you. Even if you went about it the wrong way.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, “I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve just talked to you about how I was feeling, rather than take it out on you. You deserve better than that.”

“I’m sorry, too,” You say, surprising him, “For allowing her to get in the way of us, for allowing her to run her mouth. For not having a spine-”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly, “When someone is controlling and manipulative like that, it’s hard to see past it-”

“But is it an excuse?” You wonder with a slight tilt of your head, “I let it hurt you, hurt Yoongi, Hobi, Mina, Mei…”

“Maybe not an excuse. But it makes it understandable,” Jungkook says, “All we can do is move forward right?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” You nod, “I know it doesn’t really change much now, but… I told Sora I don’t want anything to do with her anymore. In fact, I kicked her out of my apartment. It was very dramatic and satisfying. Like something out of a movie.”

Jungkook laughs despite himself, pulling a small smile from you as well. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-”

“You just ended a friendship with someone who’s been around for a long time. That’s not easy.”

“It was easier than I thought it would be. Turns out telling someone to get out of your apartment after letting out about eight years of pent up frustration really is the most vindicating thing a girl can do,” You murmur with a soft laugh, “I think I’m just upset with myself that it took this long. That it took hurting you, the last person I’d ever want to hurt, to realize.”

Jungkook rubs your thumb gently, sending gentle ripples over your skin.

“I’m sorry I disrespected you like that,” Jungkook says, sincerity forming dotted diamonds in his eyes, “God, I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I’m sorry I disrespected you, too. By ignoring all of the red flags, I let her get away with so much. I let her get away with her saying so much shit about you.”

There’s a comfortable pause between you both.

“I think we need to take time for ourselves,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes uncertain but earnest, “Before we start anything-”

“And who said I wanted to start anything with you,” You tease, giggling when Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, “I agree… Maybe no more pet names, huh?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks in amusement.

“To break up, we’d have to be together to begin with,” You say softly. Despite his own words, his own insistence that he knows you both have some feelings to work through before starting anything romantic without lingering feelings of resentment… Jungkook just wants to pull you into his lap and kiss you, steal your breath, feel your hips in his hands. You look so pretty under the sunlight, the rays brushing over your hair warmly and casting a faint halo over your head.

He drinks you in with his eyes, not allowing a single inch of you to pass him. It’s only been two weeks, but he looks at you as if it’s been so much longer since he’s seen you.

You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions around him, and this time is no different. You look like you want to eat him alive, your eyes hooded and palms hot against his. Something in you wants him, wants him to hold you close, feel his hands over any and every inch of you that he can reach.

You want him to paint you with his hands, maybe share some of that sparkle that he seems to be made of.

Your eyes linger, a soft sigh escaping your lips without realizing it. Jungkook resists a smirk, keeping his observations to himself. He catches your gaze burning through his balmy skin, on his arms, his chest, his neck…

It’s too bad. It really is.

Memories of your night together flash behind your eyelids, the way you seemed to fit just perfectly on top of his strong thighs, the way his big hands felt ghosting over you.

You force your eyes away and touch your lips subconsciously, blinking away the ghost of his kiss. Pulling your hands away from him, you offer him a contrite smile.

“I’ll see you around, Jungkook,” You murmur, standing up from the blanket. His first instinct is to help you up, but he remembers, he’s supposed to keep his hands to himself.

“Yeah. See you around.”

Jungkook’s dimples are the last thing you see when you turn your back and head to your car. You try your best not to look back at him, despite every neuron in your brain screaming at you to.

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[taetaespeaches]

"Did he just call her Poopsie?”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: crack; fluff word count: 1.5K

a/n: Ok lovelies, this has to be the most random, stupidest, most crackhead piece of writing I have ever posted to this blog, and for that, I apologize lmao. Jimin criticizes the long term Jin couple for their lack of pet names and they go off and yeah, this is what happened. This fic features all the members!!!! Basically, this is what you get when I write some dumbass shit and have Mads read over it, only for it to spark some more dumbassery from her. We share one braincell, and it shows in this fic. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy lol :))

JUST as you got to the dorm you found Taehyung entering through the door, turning his head to spot you just before he disappeared into his home. “Hey!” He shouted happily at you, holding the door open for you.

“Hi,” you greeted, “where are you getting home from?” You asked snoopily with a smirk, fully aware he had started dating his best friend recently and was still very much in the honeymoon phase. Instead of answering you, he gave you a beaming grin with a bashful chuckle and you simply smiled back as he shut the door. “Cuties,” you whispered, Tae bumping you with his shoulder as he led you into the dorm.

Walking past the kitchen, you both spotted your boyfriend cooking away as Jimin sat at the counter reading something off his phone.

Jin looked up to see you, a smile spreading across his face. “Pumpkin butt!” He greeted you excitedly. Pumpkin butt?

You smiled, shooting him a questioningly look. “Hi?” You gave a small laugh, walking toward him and kissing his cheek when you reached him. “Can I help you with something?” You asked, looking at the pan that was full of sizzling vegetables and meat.

“Hmmm,” he thought out loud, exaggerating the sound. “You could get me some sesame seeds from the spice cupboard, Angel Face.”

Again, Angel Face? You looked at him in confusion, scrunching your eyebrows, and just as you were about to ask what the hell he was doing, Jimin spoke up, looking at Jin with an annoyed expression.

“Ew,” Jimin complained. “I know what you’re doing, I already apologized for meddling into your relationship, can you stop before I lose my appetite?”

Looking between the two men, and then to Tae, you found that the younger man was just as confused as you.

“What am I doing?” Jin asked with a smile. “I’m just happy to see my Sugar Plum.” Sugar Plum? Looking toward you, Jin noted the confusion in your features and leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “You see,” he started to explain. “Jimin was concerned about the state of our relationship because he never hears us use pet names for each other.”

Realizing what your boyfriend was doing, you had to hold back your growing smile. “Ohhh, is that so?” You asked before looking toward Jimin with a smirk before making your way to the spice cupboard. “Pookie Bear, you need sesame seeds, right?”

A massive grin spread across Jin’s face in response to you playing along. “That’s right, Sugar Pie.” You snuck a look at the younger boys sitting at the counter, taking note of Jimin slowly shaking his head as Tae sat there grinning at you and Jin, thoroughly amused.

“You know, Sesame Seed is a good pet name,” you noted, handing your boyfriend the little bottle.

“Is it?” He asked with a chuckle, unable to hold back his amusement. You shrugged, Jin nodding. “Well when has my little Sesame Seed ever been wrong before?”

“Why are you two like this?” Jimin interrupted, sending Taehyung into giggles.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Yeah, we just want to show you our cute affectionate side,” Jin added. “Isn’t that right, Miss Sweetums McGee?” He directed to you, and you found yourself having to hold back a laugh and also a look of disgust at the horrible pet name.

“That’s right, Mr… Sweetums McGee, was it?” You asked Jin, only for him to let out a squeaky laugh.

“Yeah, I think that was it,” he nodded.

“A great one,” you nodded back, giggling.

“You guys are so annoying, all I was saying is that it’s weird you don’t have pet names, you’re a couple,” Jimin complained with a sigh and a shake of his head.

You shot Jimin a glare as Jin scoffed. “Like Dear is such a great pet name? Dear whom?” Jin asked with wide eyes, you holding back a smile as you agreed. At that moment, the remaining four members entered the room, all looking at the scene in front of them with confused expressions.

“Yeah, are you writing a monologue every time you address your girlfriend? Writing letters?” You added sassily.

“Yeah,” Jin exclaimed. “Certified cringe!”

Turning to your boyfriend, you yelled out another “yeah!” just as you high fived.

Jimin was staring at you both trying to make sense of what was happening as Tae was cackling beside him.

“What the hell is going on?” Namjoon asked you all, only for you and Jin to stare at him.

“I don’t even know anymore,” Jimin spoke with a head shake, still in shock.

Tae controlled his laughter enough to explain, “Jimin was criticizing them for not having pet names so now they’re messing with him.” Namjoon looked from person to person, confusion still etched into his features as Yoongi chuckled.

“I mean, it is kind of weird that you don’t have pet names, even I do,” he said nonchalantly, walking toward the fridge.

“You wanna talk about weird,” you interjected, making Yoongi turn to look at you in surprise. “Kid?” Yoongi’s eyebrows raised and shot you an expectant look. You and Jin looked at each other pulling mirroring disgusted expressions, your faces scrunched up.

“Yeah, isn’t that a bit creepy?” Jin asked, looking back to Yoongi, the members all snickering. “Power play?”

“You don’t need to air your kinks out like that, do you?” You added, Jungkook letting out a loud cackle across the room.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi mumbled in confusion, looking to the members for help, only to find them all laughing.

“Certified Cringe!” You yelled, Jin high fiving you.

“You know what,” you continued on, “speaking of airing out kinks, Taehyung,” you started in, Taehyung’s eyes popping open as he pointed to himself. “Driver roll up the partition, fast?” Taehyung stared at you blankly as you asked, “Do you like to call her Peaches when you get that nasty?”

Taehyung let out a laugh through his nose as Jin looked at you in confusion. “Wait, what?”

“Beyoncé,” you told him, your boyfriend letting out an ‘ohhhh’ in realization.

“Yeah, so cringe,” Jin told Taehyung. “And how cringe it is, Cherries?” Jin asked you, simultaneously parodying Tae’s pet name for his girlfriend.

“Um I’d say it’s certified,” you told him.

“Certified Cringe!” You yelled together, giving each other another high five.

Scanning the members, you locked eyes with Namjoon and his smile fell. “Daisy?”

“Five dollar romance novel vibes,” Jin suddenly said.

Raising an arm up, you pretended to drop a mic, saying, “boom.”

“Certified cringe!” Jin added, both of you high fiving before turning to your next victim as Namjoon looked around as if he had no idea where he even was.

“Oh Hobi,” you started, Jin shaking his head with a small smile. “Sweet Hobi.”

“Petal?” Jin posed, as you both shook your heads before looking at each other, waiting for the other to come up with something.

“Petal,” you repeated, inhaling as your mind tried to come up with a good burn. “Ok that’s actually really cute,” you admitted.

“Yeah it is,” Jin agreed as Hoseok beamed in amusement. “But it’s still cringe!”

“Yeah, certified cringe!” You yelled, high fiving your boyfriend once again.

“And you,” you shot a look at that bratty maknae who spent so very much of his time teasing you. “I wouldn’t be calling your girlfriend ‘Holly’ too much in public,” you started.

“Talk about airing your weird kinks out to everyone,” Jin added on. “Leave that to Yoongi.”

“Wait, what kink?��� Jungkook asked, thoroughly confused.

“People might think you’re talking about Min Holly,” you informed him, Jungkook eyes going wide as he shot a look to Yoongi.

“Hey, hey, hey, leave my dog out of this shit,” he complained with a pout.

“I think it’s safe to say the name Holly is certified cringe!” Jin yelled out, ignoring Yoongi.

You high fived the man again before adding, “disgusting.”

With all of the members standing around looking from each other to you and your boyfriend, Jin simply tossed the contents of the frying pan into a bowl and grabbed your hand. “Come on, Poopsie, let’s go eat.”

You looked to the ground as you laughed at the ridiculous pet name, making a mental note to tell him to never call you Poopsie again as you followed him out of the kitchen to his bedroom, leaving the other six men standing there in silence.

“Did he just call her Poopsie?” Yoongi asked, Taehyung and Hoseok laughing amusedly.

“What’s wrong with Daisy?” Namjoon asked in utter confusion, as Jungkook stared off into space, surely rethinking Holly as a pet name.

“They’re going to criticize me for the name Kid when he’s calling her Poopsie?” Yoongi continued to complain.

Jimin stood up, looking at the empty frying pan before huffing. “They didn’t even leave any food,” he mumbled before heading out of the kitchen, the comment knocking Jungkook out of his daze.

“They didn’t?” He asked, stepping toward the stove to see the empty pan for himself. “That’s the whole reason I even came out here,” he pouted. The other guys looked at their youngest member for a moment before Namjoon and Taehyung left the room, leaving Yoongi, Jungkook, and Hoseok in the kitchen looking at each other.

“Well they said ‘Petal’ is cute,” Hoseok boasted with a grin.

Jungkook let out a sigh as Yoongi shook his head and opened the fridge. “Hobi,” Yoongi spoke as he looked for his leftovers. “Please shut up.”

[auroralightsthesky]

Radio One (Manny x OC)

Summary: On Guadalcanal Manny learns for the first time what his girlfriend and her brothers actually are capable of

Manny peered through the binoculars into the distance at the smoking ruin of forest and clearing. How the hell had the Navy managed to miss their target when it was less than a mile in front of them?

“Goddamnit,” he hissed. “Ellos estan ahi!”

“I know,” John answered. “They’re there.......right fuckin there and we can see them.” 

“Give me the binoculars,” Tess told him, pushing a lock of her pitch black hair out of her face.

Manny handed her the binoculars and she saw for herself. “Goddamnit, they should have shelled the shit out of that. That’s a Jap ammunition dump.” 

“And it’s sitting right in fucking front of us,” JP groaned. “Fuckin Navy.” 

Tess thought for a moment, mulling over a brilliant little germ of an idea in her head. It was a wild idea, but she was sure it would work. “Back to camp,” she said. “I’ve got an idea.”

The guys all gave each other a look, cocking their eyebrows in confusion. Of course Tess was a completely capable nurse, but whatever idea she had in mind, they hoped that it wouldn’t get them killed. They trusted Tess for sure, but when she tended to get ideas like this, she kept them under such tight wraps that they could never guess what she was thinking or how said idea would be put into action. 

Back to the small camp they went and into her tent where a small TBX radio sat on a table, waiting for use. Tess switched it on, fiddling with the wires and the small, square microphone on the end of a coiled black wire. A few crackles, blips and beeps and finally a voice that none of them recognized. 

“Tessie what are you doin?” Manny asked. 

“Leave it to me Manny,” she said. “I’ve got this.” 

As soon as a male voice came over the radio, Tess began to speak in words none of them had ever heard of. To them, it seemed strange, a mish-mosh of words that didn’t make any sense.......at least not to them. 

“To-kus-dan A-kwe-eh, Tsah A-Kha Da-Nes-Tsa D-Ah Tse-Gah... Ne-Ahs-Jah Ma-E.....Beh-Na-Ali-Tsosie Beh-Eli-Doh-Be-Cah-Ali-Tas-Ai Nal-Yeh-Hi......A-Ye-Shi.......Shil-Loh!”

Just seconds later, John, JP and Manny heard a plane buzzing overhead. The whistle of a bomb dropping in the wind send a shiver down their backs as a huge *BOOM!* exploded in the distance with a cloud of fiery orange, red and black bursting into the sky. The boys jumped a bit, their jaws dropping in shocked awe. as the ground rumbled beneath their feet. 

“I.......Tessie......how did you.....?” Manny stuttered. 

“Just a little something I picked up from my older brothers,” she said with a mischievous grin. 

Manny, still slackjawed, ran right to her and kissed her full on the lips. “Baby I have no idea what the hell you just said,” he said. “But you’re fucking amazing!!” 

“I try,” she replied happily. 

(Tess’s Message: Approximate spot, north of Japan ammunition supply, bomb immediately) Yes I’m doing my term paper on the Navajo Code Talkers cuz they’re fuckin badass. If you wanna read more about Manny x Tess, there will be plenty more to come in the future. 😁😁😁😁

[bonnyskies]

fractured friendships & broken hearts ⇢ pjm

the worst pain in the world is watching the person that has held your heart for years, give theirs to someone else instead of you.

pairings — bestfriend!jimin x bestfriend!malereader, brief jimin x stylist!oc

genre — idol au, friends to lovers au

warnings — swearing, jimin’s kind of a dick, reader’s heart gets broken multiple times, bisexual!jimin

word count — 2.6k

author’s note — do you guys like the updated cover photos i’ve put on this and my previous works?

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Eight months, three weeks, and four days.

That’s how long you’ve waited for your friends to return from their international tour.

So you stood there, patiently, in front of the plane’s arrival gate with a wide smile on your lips. The eight months was excruciatingly long, and lonely, but your friends always made sure to call you, text you, and FaceTime you whenever they had the chance.

As people began to exit out of the plane’s gate, greeting family members and friends, you couldn’t help but start to feel your heart’s pace increase and palms beginning to sweat. You weren’t nervous to see your friends again, not when you missed them greatly. No, you were nervous to see him again.

You thought the distance away would make your harbored feelings for him disappear. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, your feelings for him only grew stronger.

Suddenly, you could feel your heartbeat quicken at the sight of your friends finally coming out of the plane’s arrival gate. “Today’s the day,” your roommate’s teasing tone echoed inside your mind, making you even more anxious than before.

“So, Jimin and the others are coming back tomorrow?”

Tearing your eyes away from the television, you turned to face your roommate who sat beside you on the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn resting on their lap.

“Yeah,” you nodded, leaning back against the couch’s cushion. “I’m going to meet them at the airport tomorrow morning. Do you wanna come?”

“I can’t,” your roommate shook their head, popping another popcorn into their mouth. “I’ve got an early shift tomorrow at the diner, and my boss would be pissed if I called off work again.”

You nodded, understanding.

“So,” your roommate then spoke up after some silence shared between the both of you. “Are you finally going to tell Jimin how you feel when you see him?”

You just stared at them, not saying anything. Your silence was the answer. “Come on, {Name}.” They groaned, placing the now nearly empty bowl of popcorn onto the table in front of you. “You’ve kept those feelings inside of you for three years. Aren’t you tired of hiding them?”

“Of course I am, Crystal.” You replied instantly, sighing. “But what if he doesn’t feel the same? It’ll change everything. It’s not worth jeopardizing years worth of friendship over.”

“Doesn’t feel the same?” Your roommate repeats, shaking their head with disbelief. “Jimin is crazy about you, {Name}. The things he’s done for you,” they paused. “People who are just friends don’t do those sort of things.”

“He has dropped friends for you, ended relationships.” They continued, shifting their body on the couch so that they were fully facing you. “He’d drop anyone for you.”

Those words made your heart clench, and you couldn’t decide whether that was a bad or good feeling. “You just need to try, {Name}.” Your roommate reached over and placed their hand onto your thigh, squeezing it comfortingly. “You’ve been suffering long enough because of your feelings for him.”

You stayed silent. “Okay...,” you finally caved. “Tomorrow, I’ll tell Jimin how I feel about him.”

“Great,” your roommate cheered happily, smiling victoriously. “And don’t worry, everything’ll be fine.”

When morning came, you could hear the faint sound of your roommate’s teasing voice shouting at you as you stepped out of the apartment. “Today’s the day!”

“{Name},” the mention of your name broke you out the recent memory, returning back to reality to see six of your friends standing in front of you with wide smiles on each other their faces. Where’s Jimin? He wasn’t here with the others.

“Hey, you guys!” You greeted cheerfully, opening your arms and attempting to hug them all at once, failing, but still smiling at the feeling of their presence. “I’m happy you’re back.”

“We are too,” Namjoon grins, being the first one to speak out of the six.

“How have you been lately?” Hoseok then asks, his arms casually wrapped around Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s shoulders.

His question made you laugh. “You’re acting like we haven’t been talking to each other everyday for the past eight months.”

“Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Where’s Jimin?” The question came out of your mouth suddenly, surprising your friends. You stared at them, frowning at what seemed to be hesitate expressions on their faces. “What is it, you guys? Is there something wrong with him-,”

“{Name}?” You froze, your heart stopping for a brief moment before increasing greatly at the sound of the familiar voice.

“Jimin-,” you felt yourself smile, gently pushing your friends aside. But that smile instantly dropped when your eyes landed on him—or should you say, them.

Standing very closely beside him was a woman. And their hands, were laced together.

“It’s so great to see you again,” he smiled brightly, showing off his perfect, white teeth. Glancing at the woman standing next to him, his smile only glowed brighter.

“I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Chun-hwa.”

Your mind couldn’t stop showing you the images of Jimin and his...girlfriend, them kissing, laughing. They were tearing you apart without even knowing.

The sight of them made it unbearable for you to be around them, or the others. You couldn’t even stay for the ‘welcome back’ dinner you planned for them. The fear that if you stayed any longer, you’d break down.

So now, after making an excuse that you weren’t feeling well, you found yourself sitting on your living room’s couch in silence. No television, no music, nothing. The only sound you could hear was the never-ending sound of your phone ringing or vibrating. You’ve been receiving messages from the others, mostly Jimin, asking if you were okay but you couldn’t reply. You couldn’t even glance your phone’s screen without feeling more tears build up in your already swollen eyes.

Dressed in your pajamas, you stared at your reflection coming from the television set, wincing at the mess in front of you. Your hair was messy, face was flushed, stained with tears, and used tissues scattered around you.

“Hey,” you jumped in your seat, turning around and seeing Taehyung suddenly standing behind you with a family-size bag of your favorite chips in his hands.

“How the hell did you get in here?” You asked, turning your attention back to blank television in front you.

“I’ve got a spare key, remember?” He mentions, flashing you the silver key before walking over and sitting down beside you, handing you the large bag of chips.

“How long?” The question came out of your mouth faster than your mind could comprehend it. “H-How long have they been...dating?”

Taehyung sighed, reaching over and taking your hands comfortingly into his. “They’ve been talking for almost a year, ever since BigHit hired her to be our stylist. They started dating though, after the first month of tour.”

You winced, feeling tears begin flood your swollen eyes again. They’ve been dating for more than half a year, and you didn’t know anything about it. “Why didn’t any of you tell me? Why didn’t he tell me?”

“We thought he should’ve told you,” Taehyung answered. “But the reason for him not telling you, I’m not sure.”

You didn’t know you were crying until you felt Taehyung’s arm wrap around you, a loud sob escaping your lips. “I was going to tell him today.”

Taehyung sighed, closing his eyes. He knew exactly what you meant. Taehyung was the first, along with your roommate to know about your crush on Jimin. Next it was Jungkook and Jin, then later Namjoon, then Hoseok, and lastly Yoongi. “I’m sorry, {Name}.”

“Does he love her?” You found yourself asking. Even though deep down, your heart was screaming at you, shouting that you didn’t need or want to know, but your mind was telling you the complete opposite.

Taehyung stares you, sympathy in his eyes. “Yes...”

You haven’t spoken to Jimin since that day you picked him and others up from the airport. That was three months ago.

You ignored the calls and messages he’d send, even go as far as pretending you weren’t home whenever he came to visit. You knew treating him like this wasn’t fair since he doesn’t even know the reason behind you avoiding him, but you couldn’t face him. You couldn’t confront him because her. They are still together, ten months strong.

Their pictures were everywhere on social media. It was impossible to escape them.

The sound of someone suddenly knocking broke you out your thoughts, causing you to walk over to your apartment’s door and look to see who it was. And immediately, you froze. Through the peephole, on the other side of the door stood him. Jimin.

You stared at the door’s lock, seeing that it was already latched. You were tempted to walk away and hope that he’d just leave. But he didn’t. Instead, he started knocking louder, the booming sound of his fist banging on your door echoing throughout your apartment. “Open the door, {Name}! I know you’re in there so don’t even try to hide.”

You winced at his tone. He was angry, furious even. After staring at the door’s handle for what felt like an eternity, you finally unlatched the lock and pulled it open.

“We need to talk,” was the only thing he said before entering your apartment, closing the door behind him.

You followed him back to your living room, expecting him to sit down on the same couch the both you spent hundreds of movie nights on, alone. But instead, he just paced around the piece of furniture, running his hands frustratingly through his hair, gripping the brown locks.

“When were you going to tell me?” You just stared at him, never seeing him this angry before. “When were you going to tell me about your feelings towards me?” His question made your heart stop instantly and eyes widen.

“H-How did you-”

You didn’t even have the chance to finish your question before Jimin interrupted you. “I had to practically force Tae to tell me what’s been going on about you,” he snaps, stopping his pace around your couch and turned towards you. “These past three months without you has been agonizing. It was torture not knowing why you were avoiding me,” his pained expression dropping into a glare. “That was until I found out why.”

Finally, he sunk down onto the couch, resting his arms on his legs with his body hunched slightly forward. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” His voice was low.

“Sooner?” You stared at him confusingly, feeling your heart’s beat echoing in your ears.

“I’ve been in love with you for years, {Name}!” Jimin shot up from the couch, voice raising. “But you never showed any signs or interest, so I...,” he paused, eyes closing from frustration. “I moved on...”

You swore you felt your heart break, shattering into millions of pieces, and the broken shards falling into your stomach.

“I’m with Chun-hwa now,” he continued, his voice lowering, staring down at the ground, refusing to meet your gaze. “I’m...happy.”

Your eyes were glistening with tears and sobs were building up in your throat. “W-Why didn’t you say anything?” You managed to stutter out, some of the tears escaping and sliding down your cheeks.

“I’ve tried, {Name}!” Jimin shouted, making you flinch. “Many times. Those late nights we spent watching movies, alone, just the two of us. Those sleepless nights I’ve spent comforting you after every heartbreak. Even during those silly cooking sessions we’d have,” Jimin laughed hysterically, shaking his head. “I tried, but you never noticed.”

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing you could think to say.

Jimin only chuckled sarcastically. “There’s no need to apologize. I’ve got Chun-hwa now.”

You winced. That hurt, extremely. You watched as Jimin made his way back to your apartment’s door, glancing back at you one last time, and you swore you could see tears in his eyes before losing sight of him.

And once you were alone, that’s when your own tears began to fall, collapsing onto your knees as loud cries fell from your lips.

“I moved on.”

“I’ve got Chun-hwa now.”

Those words echoed in your mind for the rest of the night.

A week has passed since the...argument you had with Jimin. You haven’t seen him, talked to him, or even received a message from him. You thought he hated you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you. So it surprises you when you find him standing in front of your door. Hair messy, dark bags underneath his eyes, and dry tear stains on his cheeks.

“Hey,” his voice was weak, trembling even slightly.

“Hey,” you replied, your hand gripping onto the door’s handle very tightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

You didn’t say anything, only stepped aside, allowing him to enter before closing the door. You followed him to your living room in silence and sat down on your couch, a distance between the both of you.

“I broke up with Chun-hwa...,” Jimin suddenly confesses, causing you to turn towards him with wide-eyes, but no words coming out. “I lied, {Name}.” His words made your heart stammer, nibbling on your bottom lip from the tension. “I didn’t move on...”

“You d-didn’t?” You repeated, your fingers digging anxiously into your thighs.

Jimin shook his head. “I thought I did,” he turned his head to the side to face you. “I thought those eight months away from you, meeting and dating Chun-hwa would help get rid of my feelings for you. And it did for a while, until I got back home. When I saw you, again.”

“For those three months that you were ignoring me, every day, every morning I’d look for you.” Jimin continued, slowly sliding his hand across the couch’s cushion, his fingers grazing against yours. “Wishing that I’d find you cooking breakfast with Jin, or playing video games with Kookie and Tae. And it killed me when realizing you weren’t there.”

You stared down at his hand, which was centimeters from yours. “Jimin,” you mumbled softly, allowing him to take your hand into his.

“Wait,” he cut you off, biting down on his bottom lip. “Let me finish, please,” he begged.

You nodded. “I thought I was happy with her, with Chun-hwa.” You winced, closing your eyes. You still found his words hurtful. “But then I started wishing you there instead of her. Watching movies with me, going on dates, sleeping in my arms, everything.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Jimin shift closer to you on the couch, cupping your face in his hands and wiping the stray tears with his thumb.

“I love you, {Name}.” He leaned forward, his face inches from yours. “With all my heart.”

Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. They were soft, tender, and the kiss was filled with love and passion. You felt yourself begin to kiss back, your hands finding their way to rest on his shoulders, your lips moving in perfect sync. “I love you too, Jimin,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling him smile into the kiss.

“But we can’t do this,” you then pulled away, your faces still close enough to where you could feel his minty, cool breath against your swollen lips. “At least not now, not when your break up with Chun-hwa is still fresh. It won’t look good on the media if people find out that you’ve moved on already.”

“Okay,” Jimin nodded, pressing another kiss, this time on your cheek. “I’ll wait.” His face remained close, brushing his thumb over your lips.

“This time, I’m not giving up. I’ll wait.”

[mummybear]

Make You Mine This Valentines Day

Words: 10,690 - Yeah so this is officially the longest one shot I’ve ever written ;)

Warnings: Sub Dean, Dom OC, Restraints (Rope), Safe Word, Oral (Both Receiving) Face Riding, Orgasm Control, Slight Sub Crash, Dirty Talk, Swearing (Think That’s It!)

Pairing: Dean Winchester X OC Michelle

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OC (Michelle), Douche At The Bar

Summery: After yet another hunt, Sam, Dean and Michelle end up in a bar, where Dean and Michelle make several bets that could favour them both. Will they follow through on the most sinful of their desires?

A/N: Okay, so this went on for longer than I intended ;) But i promise it’s worth it once you get to the good stuff :P I wrote this for one of my favourite people! Michelle ( @holyhellpit + @dylanholyhellobrien) she is such an amazing person and I’m sorry this is late babe! But I really hope you like it! - Please let me know what you think! I love the feedback as we all do! 

Another night, another hunt that had ended with the three of them in some run down bar, in the middle of some Podunk town, that practically nobody had heard of. The wallpaper was peeling from the walls, there were the obvious town drunks scattered around the place, as well as the drifters just like themselves. 

Michelle watched from her seat as Sam and Dean ordered their drinks and it was more than obvious to her at least, that she wasn’t the only person in the bar with eyes on the tall and gorgeous Winchester brothers. There were plenty of people eyeing them, some with interest or annoyance, others were completely lusting after them, the sighs were almost audible.

Rolling her eyes Michelle turned away from the scene in her eye line. Instead, she let her mind wander back to the last few days, how Dean in particular had been acting really damn strange around her. There was something about the way that he’d behaved towards her and around her that was so very different. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it seemed like every time she walked into a room and the guys were in the middle of a conversation, it would stop immediately. The entire thing was really beginning to bug her, what the hell were the two of them hiding from her. 

She was pulled back to the present when the two brothers returned to the table, taking up either side of her. Thanking Sam for her drink she let the guys talk, as her eyes drifted over to the pool table where a few possible targets had taken up residence, they had been there for at least the last fifteen minutes. Leaning closer to Dean she gently nudged him, “You wanna go hustle a game, I’ll even let you be the drunk guy” 

Dean chuckles a little taking a sip from his beer, placing the bottle back on the table he slips out of the booth, “After you sweetheart, I’ll be over in a minute” Dean stands and heads to the bathroom, Michelle turns to Sam as she stands from the booth. 

Before she can speak to him though she notices a look that passes between the younger Winchester and the bartender. “You okay Michelle?” Sam asks distractedly, his eyes never really leaving the beautiful woman behind the bar who’s now waving at him. 

“Why don’t you go say hi to the poor woman, she’s clearly interested and so are you” Michelle laughs, kicking Sam’s booted foot, forcing his eyes to meet hers, the blush on his cheeks only makes the moment that much more adorable. 

“You sure? You guys gonna be okay?” Sam questions, which makes Michelle frown slightly. It was only her and Dean why the hell wouldn’t they be okay. The three of them had been living together long enough. 

“Of course we’ll be okay, why wouldn’t we be?” 

Something unreadable passes across Sam’s face as he laughs awkwardly, for no foreseeable reason. “Well you know, I just don’t want you guys to kill each other, you know, if I’m not around” Sam answers quickly, clearly trying to brush it off as if it were nothing. 

Michelle decides that it may be best to just let it go, after all he was probably just flustered with the flirty barmaid and being called on it, it didn’t mean anything. Right?

“Okay…..Well, I’m just gonna go get started over there” she points in the general direction of the guys that are gathered around the pool table. Rolling her eyes Michelle quickly notices that Sam couldn’t be paying her any less attention to her if he tried. “So I'm just gonna go. Do me a favour and just tell Dean I’m over there, if you can even hear me, I guess” she half laughs half sighs before walking away. 

Michelle makes sure as she walks to put that little extra swing into her hips, this outfit was always her best for hustling pool. Sam and Dean had noticed a while back, how every opponent that she had gone up against became distracted, almost as soon as she bent over the table to take a shot. Not that the brothers had been completely unaffected either, that much was kind of obvious. 

The outfit was simple enough, the black lacy stockings fitted her toned legs like a glove. The tight black skirt hit just above her knees, but every time she would bend over even a little the lacy hem of the stockings was revealed, much to the delight of anyone watching her. The red and black plaid shirt she wore was probably one of Dean’s, it was a little baggy in places but it was pulled tight around her chest. Which gave her the perfect dip in her cleavage. 

She can practically feel the eyes on her from the pool table as she all but struts over, taking a pool cue from the wall before turning to face them. “Room for a little one?” 

There seems to be a silent conversation going on between two of the guys, before one of them elbows the other, eyes going wide as he looks between her and his friend. “Well I’d much rather play with you” he smirks in a way which makes Michelle’s skin crawl. When Sam and Dean smirked even while they were all joking, it was charming and maybe even sexy. This guy though was a different level of sleaze bag and Michelle would happily take his money. ‘Grin and bare it’ she says to herself returning his smile a little forcefully.

“How about we make it a little more interesting” 

That statement seems to make the guys ears prick up even further, “Oh yeah honey, how’re we gonna do that then?” he asks stepping closer to the table and closer to her.

“How about a little bet? Winner gets a hundred bucks” she says simply, chalking up her cue waiting for his answer.

“Sure, sounds easy enough darlin’. If you need a hand don’t you be shy” the guys winks, eyes scanning her body shamelessly as he licks his lips.

Michelle can’t help but laugh at that, spotting Dean stumbling towards them behind the guy she was talking to. “Oh don’t worry your head about that hot shot” his eyebrows practically shoot up into his hairline at her quick change in behaviour. “He’s a little drunk, but my man knows his way around a stick” her remark hits Dean’s ears and he grins like an idiot practically falling into one of the chairs by the table.

A chorus of laughter surrounds the table as she racks up the balls in the triangle. “Oh baby girl he is drunk off his ass” the guy practically snorts with laughter.

Michelle pulls the triangle from around the balls and tosses it to one side, just as she turns to see Dean standing from his chair, still swaying slightly. The death glare he sends the other guy is even enough to convince Michelle that Dean is angry as all hell. Dean’s big hands land on her hips and she smiles at the other guy as Dean’s mouth presses against her ear, “Why don’t you show them just how good you are sweetheart” 

“Why don’t you break” she smiles at the guy turning in Dean’s arms she glares up at him.

“Sure thing sugar” the guy responds, as his friends all remark at just how easy this is gonna be.

“Are you actually drunk right now?” she questions Dean, rolling her eyes when that lazy drunk smile spreads across his pouting lips.

“Maybe, just a little” he chuckles, holding up his hand leaving a small distance between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Well how the hell are you gonna beat him now?” Michelle laughs unable to help herself as Dean sways a little in her grip. Their earlier plan had been for Dean to take over and double the stakes of the previous bet. 

Dean scoffs at that, leaning even closer. His lips a breath away from hers, “I could beat this douche bag in my sleep” he argues, stumbling back until he takes a seat in the chair behind him.

Michelle squeaks out a little laughter, louder than she’d meant to as she falls into Dean’s lap, “Not convincing me there Winchester, no way in hell” she’s still laughing as she stands. Her opponent tells her to take the damn shot, “Sorry” she giggles, trying to stay in character while pulling herself back together, before she makes her way back over to the table.

Carefully bending over the table just slightly Michelle has to ignore the way Dean presses up behind her again. His fingers tighten on her hips when she adjusts her cue in her hands. She hears him groan deep in his throat from behind her. She realises that she isn’t even sure which parts are for show anymore, Dean had gone completely off script.

Taking her shot is a little more difficult than she would care to admit, but she manages to sink a ball into the right corner pocket. A whistle from the other guy pulls her attention slightly, “Nice shot darlin’” he remarks but Michelle doesn’t get time to answer.

As she stands straight to find her next shot Dean’s lips press to her ear, “Come on you know I can beat him, I bet you” 

She doesn’t turn to him this time, she simply bends again to take her next shot. “What are you betting Dean?” She whispers so that only he can hear, his hands slide along her arms holding her hands over the cue, his front plastered against her back. 

“If I lose I’ll clean your room for a month and cook you anything you want” he smirks against her ear as he pulls back to far, turning the cue at the wrong angle.

She swallows hand feeling his strength bearing down on her, “And if you win?” she asks quietly as Dean tightens his grip on the cue.

“If I win you let me take you out on a date” he says with finality, right at the same time as he takes the shot. The shocked noise that leaves Michelle’s lips as he misses is something he could never get tired of hearing, all those perfect little noises for only his ears.

Dean backs off from her, neither of them listening to what the other guy is saying as she steps closer to Dean. “Are you serious?” 

“As a heart attack” he replies still grinning like an idiot, as his gorgeous green eyes linger a little too long on her lips. “So are we on?” 

Chewing on her lips she looks up at his eyes again, “You’re insane” she laughs a little as Dean leans on the pool table beside her hip. 

“Then say no, but you won't. I know you” Dean replies, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip.

She mulls it over for less than a minute before nodding, “Yeah, fine. You’re on” 

Dean winks as he pulls away from her completely, “I’m gonna take over from my girl, she ain’t feelin’ so good” Dean slurs convincingly, “Double or nothing ass hat” Dean snaps as Michelle hands him the pool cue trying to hide her smile.

The guy snorts with laughter, completely ignoring Dean and looking back at Michelle. “I think your man has lost his damn mind” 

Michelle simply grins and Dean watches her closely as she takes the seat he had been in previously, slowly crossing her legs. It takes everything in him not to moan when the top of her lacy stockings are revealed from beneath her tight fitting skirt. She takes a sip of her drink before shrugging. “You heard the man, big guy. Besides, I’m his very best lucky charm. Although, if you’re scared, you can always say no and just pay up” shooting Dean a wink as she takes another sip from her drink. 

The guy considers this for a moment before looking back at Dean and shrugs. He holds up his hands before picking his cue back up, making another shot that he misses. “Have at it man, just don’t come crying to me when I take your money and I keep your girl, make her mine and make her scream all fucking night” As the words leave the strangers mouth, Michelle can practically see Dean’s entire posture change and stiffen, like he’s sobering up before her very eyes. 

Michelle can’t help but laugh at the guys' words, until she notices the shift in Dean’s stance. She can’t see Dean’s face, but just by the pure look of fear on the strangers, Michelle is sure that the look Dean had shot him was a warning.

Dean smirks with that dangerous glint in his eyes, reminiscent of his demon days. Other than that his features are schooled, his voice eerily calm as he speaks. “You speak about her like that again and you won't be walking out of this bar” 

Now as much as she wanted to tell Dean to calm down, remind him that she could take care of herself. There was something about him just then that was so downright sexy, something she had tried to ignore the entire time she’d known the Winchesters. But instead she just smiled, watching from her little corner as the guy nodded quickly, avoiding meeting Dean’s gaze completely. Clearing his throat he gestured to the table, “Just, uh. Take your shot man” he tried to hide the waver in his voice, but it was clear to just about anyone who was close enough to hear.

Chewing on her lip Michelle watched the game play out, just the way Dean usually played. Either that little angry moment had sobered him up, or he really wasn’t that drunk to begin with. Dean tossed his pool cue on the table, as he turned to walk towards her money in hand the guy and his friends rounded the pool table. On instinct Michelle shot up from her seat, pushing Dean out of the way practically catching the guys fist before it made contact with her or the back of Dean’s head. 

The guy was seething and shot out again, before Dean could get involved Michelle blocked him with her body. Before anyone knew what was happening Michelle had twisted the guys arm behind his back and pressed his face into the table. Dean grinned proudly coming to stand behind her, knowing that she had learnt that move from him. 

The usual sweet lilt to her voice was gone, replaced by what was known as her hunter voice. “Seriously? Hitting a man from behind? Do you have any balls whatsoever?” Michelle spat twisting the guys arm harder making him whimper in pain. “You lost. Fair and square, now get your buddies and get the fuck out” 

“You tricked us” the guy cried out as Dean pulled him free of Michelle’s grip, he couldn’t stand it anymore she was so fucking hot when she got like this. Dean shoved the guy easily towards his friends who caught him after the slight stumble. 

“You heard the lady, now leave. While you still can” Dean all but growled.

They left quickly after that and Michelle turned to glare at Dean, “Hey! I had that handled” she pouted shoving his chest lightly. 

Dean ran his teeth over his bottom teeth as he looked down at her, he took her hand in his and pushed the money against her palm. Closing her hand around it she smiles up at him, finding herself drawn to his gorgeous lips and perfect teeth. “Well, as it turns out sweetheart, I was way more interested in talking to you. About the fact that I just won our little bet” Dean replied quietly as she steps closer to him.

“Hmm, yeah. I guess you did” Michelle replies thoughtfully, “But, I was wondering if you wanted to raise the stakes?” she questions, taking the seat she had been in before, Dean’s smile falls as he takes the seat opposite.

Dean sighs rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, “What you wanna change the deal? Back out now I won because that’s fine I me…” Michelle Stops Dean’s rambling pressing a finger to his lips, which quickly close.

“Just let me talk huh?” she laughs a little and Dean nods as she pulls her fingers away he licks his lips. “You won the bet, so the date is still on” she smiles when he grins adorably at her, clearly fighting the urge to speak again. “I was just gonna say if I can beat you at a game, then I’m in charge of the date. Completely. Everything. All. Night. Long” Dean swallows hard at the meaning behind the last three words, but nods all the same.

“A-And if- When I win?” he questions, voice shaking a little. He meets her eyes as he clears his throat. Scolding himself inwardly for the way he sounded just then he sits a little straighter in his seat regaining his confidence. He seems to mull over his answer a little before he finally continues with the thought, “When I win, you’re on pie and beer runs whenever I need to go for the next month, along with laundry duty” Michelle nods still smiling as he reels off his list, “Not done sweetheart” he chides her, making her laugh before continuing. “Since the date is still on, I get a kiss right here, right now” he finishes flashing Michelle a cocky smirk as he racks up the balls.

Michelle quickly returns his smirk, holding out her hand to him. Her tongue runs along the back of her teeth as his hand practically wraps around hers, “You’ve got yourself a deal Winchester” 

“Good. Then let's see what you got. Don’t go holdin’ out on me now” Dean grins as she removes the triangle from the table, Dean bends to take his shot. 

Michelle knows what she’s doing as she leans on the pool table right across from him, resting her arms against the wood she leans forward. Her breasts pushing up further, creating a deeper cleavage which Dean tries and fails to ignore. Their eyes meet across the green felt and he licks his lips, briefly allowing his eyes to drop to her chest before moving his eyes back to hers. 

“Something wrong Dean?” she questions innocently, running her teeth over her bottom lip as she adjusts just slightly tucking a few curls behind her ear.

Dean groans to himself, gripping the pool cue a little too tight he follows her movement by accident. Which pushes the pool cue forward and just barely knocks the white ball into the colours. “You did that on purpose” Dean says accusingly, while he half laughs half huffs. Watching as she walks around the table, running her fingers along the wood as she gets closer to Dean. 

Dean, the man who is currently fighting with himself not to just grab hold of Michelle, throw her onto the pool table and say fuck it to the stupid bet. “Well Dean, since we didn’t establish any rules does it really matter?” as she winks at him Dean mumbles something that she doesn’t catch under his breath.

Lining up to take her shot she feels Dean press up behind her, hands on her hips. Rolling her eyes she just smiles. Much to Dean’s surprise Michelle remains as un-distracted as before, potting the next three balls with ease. When his hand brushes against the lace just under the line of her skirt, Michelle can’t help but shiver. Which of course knocks her off her game, so she instead pots one of Dean’s balls. “You dick!” she laughs shoving his chest as Dean grins down at her again. “Okay, new rule no touching, at least not until the date. Because that is just way too much cheating” 

“Okay that’s fair” Dean laughs, taking the pool cue from her.

The game continues until they’re down to the black ball, with it being Dean’s turn Michelle is sure he’s about to wipe the floor with her. “I might let you out of the laundry sweetheart, not sure you have the stomach for it” Dean winks as he lines the shot up perfectly. 

“Dean?” Sam calls loudly from across the bar, Dean moves a little too fast to turn to look at his brother. 

Michelle laughs to herself as Dean seemingly doesn’t realise what he’s just done. The cue had knocked into the ball when he’d turned to speak to Sam. “What?” Dean asks as Sam comes over to the table, smirking he points at the woman behind the bar. 

Dean glances back at the table and he knows she’s seen the ball move by the massive smile on those beautiful lips of hers. He just hopes that the rash move with the cue wasn’t too obvious. But there was something about having her in control of anything and everything that did things to him. When she suggested it he couldn’t explain the way his stomach flipped until he’d allowed himself to think about it, then his mind had been made up. Not that he wanted her to know that, “I’m jus’ gonna leave with her” ,Sam slurs happily waving at the woman, who giggles at him before waving back.

“Okay, have fun little brother” Dean laughs clapping Sam on the shoulder as his brother walks off humming under his breath.

“Ah ah ah, no you don’t” Michelle laughs as he bends to take the shot.

“What’re you talking about?” Dean asks looking between her and the ball, then it seems to hit him. “Oh come on! That does not count!”

Michelle smiles and nods her head taking the cue from him, “Sam was nowhere near the table when you hit the ball honey, it counts” 

“Oh fucking hell! Fine” even as he says the words he’s trying to sound annoyed, but the look on his face is telling a different story. Did he do that on purpose?

Sam leaves with the woman just as Michelle sinks the ball, turning to find Dean holding his hands up behind her. “I guess you win then sweetheart” 

Michelle shrugs stepping into his space so his back hits the wall, “I usually get what I want” she winks, watching Dean’s Adam’s apple bob harshly as swallows a little harder than usual. Grabbing his shirt in her hands she leans up on tip toes so that her lips just barely brush his.

“Fuck” Dean groans under his breath as she presses her body against him. 

His hands ball into fists fighting the urge to touch her, “So does tomorrow work for you?” she asks voice breathy against his lips. 

“Yeah t-tomorrow works. Isn’t that-”

Michelle cuts him off with a seductive smile, causing her lips to just barely brush his. “Valentines day? Yeah, is that okay?” she checks quickly, feeling suddenly a little uncertain for the first time tonight. But when Dean nods she lets out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding until now. Backing away from him she watches Dean relax a little, “Okay good then, I’ll look forward to it. You wanna head out?” 

“Yeah sounds good gorgeous. Just gonna go take a leak” he winks at her, quickly kissing her cheek. Before he jogs off in the direction of the little boys room, she can’t help but smile at his retreating form.

Michelle finishes her drink before pulling on her coat, it’s almost like she can feel eyes on her as she leaves the bar and she can’t explain it. Shivers run up her spine as she walks outside, in the direction of the impala pushing her hands into her pockets as she walks. 

As she turns and leans back against the impala a figure emerges from the darkness. Her hand hovers over her gun as the large figure approaches slowly, the light from the front of the bar ticks on and she lets out a sigh of relief. “Dean, almost fucking shot you! Are you trying to give me a heart attack you idiot!” 

Her hand moves from her gun to press against her rapidly thumping heart. Ignoring the way Dean laughed as he stumbled a little towards her. “So adorable when you shit scared” he grins unlocking the Impala, they both slide into the front seat.

“You sure you’re okay to drive?” Michelle asks as he turns the key in the ignition and revs the engine. 

“Yes dear. I’m fine” he sasses as he pulls out of the parking lot his eyes drop down to her thighs, where her skirt had ridden up, revealing the lace of her stockings and Dean suddenly feels like all the moisture has left his mouth. “You, uh - Are you gonna wear them for our date?” he questions nodding towards the lacy material covering her incredible legs. 

Dean can’t help but watch as her fingers glide over the sheer material, pushing her thumb just in the top where the lac sits, pinging it back against her skin. Dean can’t help but lick his lips before his eyes are forced back to the road, “These? Yeah I think I might” she smiles seductively, as Dean turns to meet her eyes. 

The elder Winchester clears his throat, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “W-What else?” he questions, swallowing around the massive lump that seems to have formed in his throat, just as he turns down the road that leans to the bunker.

Michelle shrugs still unable to stop smiling at the way he seems to have gone a little shy around her. Moving closer to him her thigh brushes against his and she sees him visibly shiver, “You’re gonna have to wait and see baby” 

The rest of the ride is left in comfortable silence, except for the sexual tension which is clearly obvious to the pair of them. They walk inside the bunker together, as they reach their respective rooms Dean catches hold of her arm and she turns to face him. “Are you sure about this? You sure you don’t wanna change your m-”

Michelle cuts off his rambling pushing him back against his door, Dean’s mouth drops open as her small hands grip his plaid shirt tightly. She pulls him down towards her roughly pressing her lips to his. Dean can’t help but moan into the kiss when Michelle presses her body against his. Those big hands land on her waist and she has to pull away from the kiss, knowing that she’s losing herself to the magic of Dean Winchester’s mouth. “Does that answer your question?” she asks breathlessly, running her thumb along his bottom lip wiping away the traces of lipstick.

Pressing a hand to his jeans Dean licks his lips, letting his eyes drift down to hers. “Yeah sweetheart. Loud and clear” he replies just as breathless.

With that Michelle bids him goodnight and heads to bed, leaving Dean to watch her leave.

Not sleeping well was never fun but unfortunately it was something that Michelle was used to. By the time that she heads into the kitchen Dean has already left on a supply run, leaving a letter to explain his absence. 

Sam still hadn’t returned from his date which made her smile, he really did need a good night, poor guy.

Knowing that her outfit is hanging up in her room Michelle opts to read for a little while, it’s almost five in the evening when Dean returns home. “Where the hell have you been all day?” she laughs standing from her chair as Dean practically juggles the bags he’s holding through the door.

Michelle helps him lower the bags onto the table, “Sorry sweetheart, had to wrap up a case” as he says the words its then she notices the cut just above his eyebrow.

“Dean, I could’ve come with you” she sighs as Dean continues putting away the shopping.

“Look, It went fine just stop worrying, just a salt and burn”

“At least let me look at your head” Michelle reasons pulling out the first aid kit as Dean surprises her and takes a seat at the table. 

“Yes boss” he smirks as she steps between his legs. 

She can’t help but smile at those words, “You do know we’re not on the date yet, right?” 

Dean shrugs looking up at her with those stunning green eyes, “Yeah I guess” he says as his hands run up the backs of her thighs. Wincing a little as she dabs the cotton bud against the cut, he tries to focus on her face, the concentration in her eyes and the curve of her gorgeous lips. “So are you gonna tell me what you’re wearing tonight or not?” he questions huskily, fingers unconsciously tightening on her thighs and pulling her closer. 

“No more touching for you Mr handsy” Michelle warns him slapping his hands away from her, she shakes her head when he groans in protest, a small smile on her lips, “Look, just sit still Dean, I really need to go get ready” 

“Spoilsport” Dean huffs out, but she can see he wants to smile even if he doesn’t let it show on his face.

Finishing up with his wound Michelle looks him in the eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet honey” the way she says the words has him confused, whether or not he should be nervous or excited or a little of both. He’s hypnotised by the sway of her hips as he watches her leave, a few minutes past and he decides to head to his own room to get ready.

After her shower she heads back to her bedroom, happy to see that Dean is still nowhere to be seen. Michelle had told him to be ready for seven, there’s part of her that almost can’t believe this is actually happening, but the possibilities of tonight are endless. 

Taking her time to get ready she does her hair and makeup first, getting her hair just right so that her natural curls look better than they had in months, hunting always got in the way of any real time to take care of herself as much as she’d like. Keeping her makeup mostly light she opts for a red lip, after all it is Valentines day.

Pulling on her red and black lacy underwear she smiles at the way it hugs her curves perfectly, rolling the stockings up her legs the sheer black fabric is so soft against her skin. Once the stockings are hooked into her garter, she pulls on the gorgeous form fitting dress. Just as Michelle is struggling to zip up the zipper there’s a knock at her door. The nervousness bubbles in her stomach, taking a deep breath she tells the person knocking to come in.

When their eyes meet in her mirror she smiles at the look of shock on Dean’s face, he looks just as gorgeous as ever, there was no denying he was hot, but she’d always tried not to think about it until he’d suggested the date as part of the bet. That damn red shirt that clings perfectly to his body. It’s practically straining around his biceps forcing the muscle to show fully, clings tightly to his forearms and pulled taut across his firm chest. He takes a slow step into the room, “You look fucking incredible” Dean groans teeth running across his bottom lip.

Michelle can’t help but stare at his mouth, wonder what it would look like when she watches him come undone beneath her. “Looking pretty damn good yourself Winchester,” she replies her voice a little breathy as he steps closer she’s still fighting with the zipper of her dress.

“You need a hand there sweetheart?” Dean asks nodding towards her back and pulling her from her thoughts. Michelle gives him a small nod and her best seductive smile.

His eyes are so much darker than when he’d entered her room, when he steps up behind her, his fingers skim down the skin of her back, pulling goosebumps across her body. Michelle keeps her eyes locked on his, fighting the urge to chew on her lip as he pushes her curls over one shoulder, exposing her back fully, he slowly pulls the zipper up. “You ready to go Dean?” her voice is like honey as she turns to face him, grabbing her coat from the side of the mirror. 

“My lady” he winks holding out his arm for her.

Michelle can’t help but laugh hooking her arm through his, “Such a gentleman” she says letting out a fake gasp. 

The ride to the restaurant Michelle had picked was short and sweet, their conversation was kept light, sharing hunting stories from the past and the good stories of Dean’s childhood, looking after Sam and all the things the two of them would get up to while John was away hunting.

Dean pulls into the parking lot telling her to stay put as he gets out of the Impala, walking around to her side he opens the door holding out his hand to her. Michelle takes his hand stepping out gracefully to stand by his side as Dean locks up his baby. To her surprise as he turns back to her he links his fingers with hers, “Where have you been hiding ‘this’ Dean?” Michelle asks jokingly as they walk through the doors.

“Plenty more where that came from sweetheart” Dean winks as they’re lead over to their table. 

“Promises promises honey” Michelle replies returning his wink as they take their seats, so that they’re sitting opposite each other. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” A voice questions pulling Michelle’s attention away from Dean momentarily.

“Could we get two beers please” Michelle smiles kindly, handing the drinks menu back to the young waiter. Who is gone almost as quickly as he appeared.

“So, you’re ordering for me now huh?” Dean questions a smirk pulling at his lips when his fingers brush the back of her hand.

“Sorry. Force of habit I guess” she laughs quietly, “You want me to stop?” 

Dean bites his lip when the front of her shoe brushes against his inner thighs when she rests her foot between his legs on the chair. One of Dean’s hands drops under the table wrapping around her ankle. He swallows hard as he meets her gorgeous eyes, the blue swimming behind the green as she leans forward her chin on her hand. “You’re in charge right?” he asks huskily, releasing her ankle to grip the side of his chair.

Michelle hums thoughtfully taking a sip from her beer, “What and that’s still okay with you?” the young woman checks as she watches him intently.

Dean’s grin takes her by surprise, “More than okay sweetheart, you won the bet after all. But don’t worry I plan on giving as good as I get when it’s my turn” The way Dean says the words is like a dirty promise, one that makes her very curious.

“I hope you like a challenge Dean” 

Dean’s lips wrap around his beer bottle, showing a peek of his tongue as he does so, “Oh I love a good challenge darlin’” Dean drawls licking the drop of beer from his plump bottom lip.

Michelle is slightly lost for words at that comment, but luckily the waiter returns asking for their orders. Dean orders a steak and fries, while Michelle orders the vegetable pasta. 

“Sam must’ve had a really great night last night, have you heard anything from him?” Michelle questions, changing the conversation for a moment. 

“Uh, yeah I have. Turns out he’s agreed to go out on a date with her tonight which means-” 

“-We have the bunker all to ourselves” Michelle interrupts with a smirk which Dean returns. 

“Exactly” Dean replies simply, licking those damn lips again. 

The waiter with the world's worst timing returns with their meals, Dean has to do his utmost to repress a growl at the man. “Enjoy your meals, please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you” he tells the couple kindly. 

Michelle kicks Dean’s shin under the table, pulling a groan from the older man. Years of working with him she could tell within seconds he was about to say something they would both regret. “Thank you” she smiles at the young man who nods with a small smile, not before glancing between the pair with a look of confusion on his face. 

“What the hell was that?!” Dean hisses across the table nudging her shoe with his foot. 

Michelle can’t help but laugh around her mouthful of pasta, “Don’t give me that you know what it was about!” 

After that they easily fall into their usual laughing and joking routine, enjoying their typical friendly banter. After a few more beers and their dinners are finished Dean grabs the dessert menu. “You want dessert? I could go for pie” he grins waving the menu at her. 

Michelle takes the menu with a smile, dropping it on the table. Standing from her chair she walks around the table to his side, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her lips against his ear. “I’d rather get out of here” she whispers lips brushing his ear lobe as her hands slowly move down his chest, “Thought we could see just how much you like me being in control” she pulls his earlobe between her teeth gently, she can hear his breath hitch in his throat as she releases his earlobe and presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

Dean hands her his keys to the Impala, “Go get in baby, I’ll settle up here” 

Wrapping her hand around the keys Michelle pulls on her coat, as Dean calls the waiter over. “Oh and Dean I already got the pie” 

She only hears him groan her name as she leaves still slightly giddy, quickly making her way back towards the Impala. 

She’s barely waiting for five minutes when Dean returns to the car a little breathless. “Everything okay?” Michelle asks looking him over slowly, as she hands Dean the keys. 

Dean pushes the key in the ignition before turning back to her, “Yeah, all good sweetheart. Guess I just wanna get us home” he chuckles a little awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

Michelle leans into him as Dean pulls out of the parking lot. Letting her fingers brush the inside of his thigh, “Guess you better hurry up then cowboy” 

With that Dean puts his foot down, the ride is tense to say the least and the sexual tension could be cut with a knife. 

They step inside the bunker and Michelle pulls Dean into a demanding kiss, Dean can’t help but growl into her mouth as he pulls her against him. His hands grip her ass tightly, trying to pull her ever closer. Regretfully she pulls away from his mouth, pressing a single finger to his lips when he tries to chase the kiss.

Dean’s eyes flutter open meeting the the perfect mix of green and blue, “My room, one minute” Michelle smirks, slowly backing away from him, she can almost see him holding himself back from chasing her down those steps. 

“Come on seriously!” he shouts after her but she’s already running towards her room.

Once she’s inside she pulls the chair from the corner of her room and pushes it into the center of the room. She can feel the nervous excitement bubbling in her stomach as she waits for the knock to come. Pulling out a bottle of whiskey from the draw she sits it on the side beside the chair. 

There’s a knock at her door that makes her smile, taking a deep calming breath she turns back to the door with her most seductive smile. “Come in” When Dean walks into her room it reminds her of earlier that evening, “You doing okay there?” she asks as Dean walks in with a smile that would make anyone swoon. 

“Yeah, I'm okay sweetheart. Just a little nervous I guess” he chuckles awkwardly, but that stops when Michelle pushes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips giving him a chaste kiss.

Dean’s hands run across the bottom of her back, “Unzip me Dean” she tells him calmly, not looking away from his eyes. Dean nods swallowing the lump in his throat as his hands hesitantly move up her back, finding the zipper he pulls it down slowly. His eyes are fixed on her face as the zip hits the stopping point. “Good boy, now take a seat” 

Dean does as he’s told, taking the seat in the middle of the room. Michelle walks closer to him, stepping between his open legs. Slowly and teasingly she slips the dress from her shoulders, down her arms and over her full breasts, until it’s able to fall freely to the floor. Stepping out of it she kicks the material to the side along with her shoes. Dean groans deep in his chest, shamelessly letting his eyes run across her body. “Fucking hell baby, you look so hot” He goes to stand and Michelle frowns shaking her head, pushing against his chest with a firm hand so he falls back into the seat with a huff of breath. 

“Maybe we should go over the rules Dean” 

“Wait rules? What, like sexy rules?” he grins excitedly, looking up at her with wide eyes, a clearly excited look in his eyes.

She ignores the question and how much it makes her want to laugh, Dean is fixated on her as she starts to circle around him. “So rule number one, green is for good. If at any time you say red it all stops. Is that clear?” Dean nods quickly as she comes to a stop in front of him. “Use your words baby” Michelle tells him softly, tipping his chin with the tip of her finger so that he’s looking up at her.

Licking his lips Dean shifts in the chair, “Yeah so clear sweetheart” Dean replies in a breathy whisper. 

“Rule two” she purrs reaching down, running her fingers over the line of his cock pressing against the seam of his jeans. “You don’t come, unless I tell you too” 

Dean groans at that, “Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me” he lets out a grunt as Michelle grips the back of his hair and tugs short and sharp.

As she leans forward her lips brush his and Dean sucks in a breath, “Rule three baby, no sweetheart and no baby. You can call me-” she pauses as if she’s trying to think of something, loving  the way that he squirms in his seat. Her tongue brushes his bottom lip and he practically whimpers, “-You will call me by my name, is that clear” Michelle lets the warning bleed through her voice.

She can see the tightening in Dean’s jaw at the words, but waits patiently for his answer hoping that she hasn’t pushed him too far. Dean’s hands are griping the sides of the chair tightly and his eyes are dark and glassy, he still hasn’t looked away though. Then his body relaxes slightly, “Yes Michelle” he breathes quietly and she can’t deny the way that her pussy flutters when those words leave his parted lips.

“Such a good boy Dean,” she praises him, loving how he relaxes a little further with those simple words. 

Michelle quickly presses her lips to his, the fingers of her free hand slowly brush down Dean’s throat, the muscles straining with the way his head is pulled back. With Dean’s parted lips Michelle's tongue pushes into his mouth easily, entwining with Dean’s ripping a moan from deep in his chest, his skilful tongue already proving itself as she sighs into his mouth.

As she slowly pulls away Dean’s breathing is a little erratic, “Please Michelle” Dean whines as she pulls away from him slowly. 

“Don’t worry baby, you’re doing so well. Now come here” Michelle’s voice remains calm as Dean stands slowly on shaky legs walking towards her. 

Her hands run slowly up his chest, pushing his red shirt over his broad shoulders. “Colour?” 

“Green, I’m okay” he replies quietly as her fingers brush across his stomach, pushing his black t-shirt up and he helps her pull it over his head. 

“Good boy” she smiles gently, Dean returns her smile biting his bottom lip when her fingers start tugging at his belt. When the belt clangs open she backs off slightly, “Take those off and sit back down” 

Dean keeps his eyes on hers a slightly cocky smirk on his lips as he pops the button of his jeans, pulling down the zip slowly. Pushing the jeans down over his hips and ass before he kicks them off to the side and takes his seat again. He can’t help but adjust himself in his boxers, especially when he notices Michelle taking a swig of whiskey, watching the way her lips wrap around the bottle. He can’t help but smile as she winces when she swallows the liquid. Bottle in hand she walks back over to him sitting in his lap, letting her thighs drape over his. Dean groans when she rolls her hips over him, he can feel the heat of her little pussy as it brushes over his covered cock.

Michelle tips the bottle to his lips and Dean takes a long drink before she pulls it away placing it on the floor beside the chair, savouring the burn as it goes down his throat smoothly. 

Michelle starts rolling her hips again keeping her hands on his shoulders, enjoying the gasps and moans that it pulls from Dean’s lips, “You look so good like this Dean, fucking perfect” she breathes heavily against his neck, sucking a mark into his neck, teeth scraping against the skin as she pulls away, causing Dean to groan loudly.

“Wanna feel you Michelle, please. Take your panties off, please” there's a shake to his voice as he looks up at her, she can practically hear the chair groaning under his grip.

“Breathe baby, you’re gonna break the chair” she giggles a little at Dean’s grunt, when he pushes his hips up Michelle gently pinches his nipple, pulling a small gasp from the hunter. “Don’t make me tie you up, Dean” 

Dean stills in his seat, taking deeper breaths as he tries to calm himself down. Michelle stands from his lap, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties. “You want these off baby?” she asks seductively as she rolls her hips. 

“Fuck, please Michelle” Dean groans, reaching for her, his fingers digging into her hips as he tries to pull her towards him. Taking her hands out of her panties they land on his. Dean quickly realises by the look in her eyes that he’s broken the bet rule, she was in charge and not once had she said he could touch her.

Swallowing thickly he pulls his hands away biting his lip as he looks down, she grabs his hair in her hand again and pulls his head up, forcing him to look her in the eyes. “Boxers off and get on the bed, these stay on until you’re a good boy again” her voice is a warning all on it’s own, Dean can’t help but marvel at how powerful and sexy she is. 

The last words suddenly hit him and his eyes went a little wider, “I’m sorry Mistress. Take them off please, I’ll be good” Dean begs with pleading eyes.

“Did I fucking stutter Dean. Bed now. This is your last warning, you’re not in charge tonight I am” Dean’s cock twitches as he silently climbs on the bed, he’d been in similar situations before, but with Michelle everything was so much more intense. He’d never needed someone to fuck him so bad in his life. Dean pulls off his boxers and lays on the bed, hands at his sides by his hips. “Colour?” Michelle checks climbing on the bed between his slightly parted legs.

Dean almost swallows his fucking tongue at the sight of her, “G-Green” he half stutters as her nails rake down his thighs. 

He can feel his warm pre-come leaking out onto his stomach, “There’s my good boy. Now hands above your head, hold on to the headboard” she instructs, her voice sounding more like a purr to Dean.

Straddling his legs she leans behind herself and unhooks her bra, letting it fall down her arms. “Oh fucking hell” Dean moans dropping his head back into the pillows.

“Dean look at me baby, wanna see your gorgeous face” her words make him moan as her breath ghosts over his aching cock. 

Dean lifts his head from the pillow, he can’t stop the whimper falling past his lips, when her tongue just barely brushes the head of his cock. Michelle moans at the taste of his pre-come hits her taste buds. “Please Michelle suck my cock, I need it” Dean begs shamelessly, pushing his ass down into the bed to stop himself from pushing towards her mouth. 

“So pretty when you beg baby” she smiles, nails creating red tracks down his thigh as she drags them across his skin. “You think you really deserve it?” 

The question seems to catch Dean off guard for a moment, but he bites his lip and shakes his head. When she presses a kiss to the tip of his swollen cock. Quickly remembering himself he speaks up. “No Michelle, I’ve been a bad boy” 

“I’m impressed” she smiles straddling his hips, her panty covered pussy sliding over his bare cock. Dean’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches her, trying not to beg for more than he deserves. Michelle loves the look on his face as she continues to use him, every moan he bites back she can still hear, the way his thighs shake beneath her ass.

Suddenly she stops her movements, causing Dean to suck in breath at the needy throb of his cock. Michelle stands from the bed, making Dean whimper and crane his neck when she comes to stand by his head at the side of the bed. Pushing her panties down slowly, past her hips and over the curve ass she lets them fall the rest of the way and kicks them to the side. “I think you deserve a little treat, so tell me Dean. What do you want?” 

Dean answers without hesitation, “Wanna make you come Michelle, sit on my face please” 

She shivers at his neediness to please her, “Since you asked so nicely baby” smiling as she climbs onto the bed, her knees on either side of his head. Michelle’s hands push into his hair as she slowly lowers herself close to his eager mouth. 

“You smell so fucking good” Dean practically growls, licking his lips when she tugs harshly at his hair. As soon as she’s close enough Dean’s tongue brushes through her soaked folds, the moan that comes from him vibrates through Michelle’s body. She lets herself lower down further, practically sitting on his face as she rolls her hips against his tongue.

Michelle’s eyes flick up to the headboard, seeing Dean’s hands flex around the bars. She knows what he wants and when his tongue pushes inside her she almost gives in. As he shakes his head back and forth, his nose continues to brush against her clit. She’s so fucking close, the coil in her stomach so close to snapping. “Dean” she whimpers his name looking down at him, her eyelids heavy, breath coming out thick and fast. “So close baby boy. Gonna come all over your face. You feel so good” 

Her needy whining praise makes him double his efforts, growling into her as he feels her walls beginning flutter around his tongue and her thighs begin to quiver around his head. Her grip tightens in his hair with the final brush against her clit she comes, it’s hard and fast, almost painful as it burns it’s way across her skin. A scream of his name, followed by a string of curses is all he hears, though its muffled by her thighs squeezing tightly. She clings to him to stay up right as Dean happily laps up everything that she gives him. 

Releasing his hair she gently runs her fingers through the soft locks, sitting back on his chest as she comes down from her high. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen Michelle” Dean groans as she moves down his body pressing kisses to his skin. 

“Thank you baby, you were so good for me” she purrs licking along the tip of his very red swollen cock, lapping up his heady pre-come. “Think it’s your turn now” Dean whimpers when she doesn’t stop there, wrapping her hand around his thick length, slowly pumping him in her fist, wrapping her lips around the swollen head and sucking lightly. 

“Oh fuck me” Dean cries out, throwing his head back into the pillows. The muscles in his thighs are burning as he clenches them tightly. The obvious sheen of sweat that coats both their bodies visible in the bedroom light

She pulls off of his cock looking up at him as he looks down with a blissed out look on his face, “Oh don’t worry honey, I plan on it” she smiles licking a line from the base to the tip of his length. Then she takes him back into her mouth again, moving one of her hands to his thigh as the other gently plays with his balls. 

“Fuck! Please. I’m gonna come” Dean practically shouts when his cock hits the back of her throat. Michelle smiles around him despite herself knowing what’s coming before it even happens. Almost thirty seconds later he does it, Dean’s hands drop from the headboard and push into her hair. Despite the way Dean tugs at her hair trying to pull her back, Michelle releases his cock with a lewd pop. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close” His eyes are wild begging her, his lips red from his teeth sinking into them. 

“Colour?” Michelle questions quietly, Dean’s hands drop from her hair and he swallows hard.

After a little thought he answers just barely above a whisper, “G-Green” 

“You sure?” she checks, straddling his hips nails gently scraping down his chest, over his soft stomach.

“Yeah, green. I-I’m good Michelle” 

“Good boy” she praises leaning forward over him, kissing licking and sucking at his neck, loving the way his breathing quicken beneath her. “You ever been tied up before baby? Because you clearly can’t keep those big strong hands to yourself can you?” Her question seems to take him by surprise but he shifts and clears his throat when she looks up their eyes meet.

She presses a chaste kiss to his lips, tasting herself there. “Yes Michelle. I’m sorry, just wanna touch you” 

Michelle ignores the last bit as she asks her question, “Did you like it?” she asks kissing his plump lips again.

“Yes” he swallows the breathy whine that leaves his lips as she reaches behind him, pulling out the rope from the back of the bed. Dean looks up above his head and licks his lips when she wraps the soft rope around his wrists.

Once she’s finished Dean tugs at his bindings, causing Michelle to smile. “Feel okay?” 

“Yeah, s’good” Dean answers as she moves back down his body, gripping his cock in her hand stroking it gently. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now baby, would you like that?” 

“God please, yes please. I need it” Dean whines desperately.

“Beg me Dean” 

That three words almost makes him come, Michelle squeezes the base of his cock as he throbs in her hand. “I can’t take it anymore please. I want you to fuck me. Wanna come just for you, want you to fucking own me” 

Her pussy flutters at that and how the fuck can you say no to that. “I already do baby” she smirks sinking down on his cock. Whimpering as he fills her perfectly, he’s so much bigger than anyone she’s ever had before. The shiver that rolls through her body has her falling against his chest as Dean’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “Fuck that’s big” she half laughs half moans. 

Dean groans as her laughter shoots straight through his cock, “Michelle, I’m not gonna last” Dean breathes out, his voice shaking as he looks up at her.

“That’s okay baby, just wait for me to tell you too. It’s gonna feel so good I promise” Michelle tells him calmly as she rolls her hips. 

“You’re so fucking tight” 

Leaning on his chest Michelle begins to lift herself off his cock and sink back down. The rise and fall of her body makes her tits bounce, Dean’s fucking hypnotised by her body and the way that she moves. “Feel so good Dean” she whines nails sinking into his chest. Continuing to bounce on his cock. 

“Please untie me Michelle, I just wanna feel you” Dean begs through his panting breath, hands tightly wrapped around the ropes that bind him to the bed. 

“If I -fuck!” she cries out when Dean’s hips thrust up against her, she reaches back harshly slapping his thigh, Dean hisses through his teeth. “Don’t start Dean” she warns breathlessly as Dean growls back. “Do you want me to fucking stop Dean” she warns and his eyes immediately go wide. 

“No! No god I’m sorry just please” he whines desperately, giving another tug of his arms.

“I was about to say if you’re good then I’ll untie you, but you still do as I say” 

“Yes anything you say, just wanna make you feel good” Dean rushes to explain licking his lips when she reaches forward.

“Good boy. Now, fuck me while I untie you” she instructs him, pressing a quick but rough kiss to his lips.

“Oh fuck yes” Dean groans huskily, as he roughly thrusts his hips up, immediately brushing against her most sensitive spot. Michelle cries out as one of Dean’s hands slips free, groping at her breast roughly, rolling her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Dean’s thrusts are fucking brutal and she can feel the coil in her stomach wound tight, almost ready to burst. Almost as if Dean can read her mind, he drops her breast after a final tug at her nipple, reaching between their sweaty bodies he presses two rough fingers to her sensitive clit. Dean has to fight every urge and need not to come with her, he’s so fucking hard and her slick is dripping onto his balls. He’s not sure he’s ever been this turned on in his entire life.

White light bursts behind her eyelids as she comes, gripping to Dean’s arms as his hands roughly grip her ass, firmly sliding down her stocking covered legs. Loving the way that she feels under his hands. 

When she comes down from her orgasm she blinks her eyes open, quickly meeting Dean’s gorgeous green eyes. “Did you come?” she pants against his chest looking up at him, Dean whimpers shaking his head as she clenches around him.

“N-No” Dean replies in a broken whisper.

Michelle is slightly shocked as she looks at him, “Sit up baby, you’ve done so amazing for me” Dean shifts slightly beneath her as she sits up in his lap, his hands hesitate slightly as he sits up pressing his sweaty chest to hers. “It’s okay Dean, touch me please I want you to” He wraps one arm around her back, pulling her close as the other pushes into her thick curls. “Kiss me baby” she breathes softly against his lips as her hands push into his damp hair.

Dean presses his lips to hers, the soft careful kiss quickly turns insistent and desperate. Michelle moves again, rolling her hips against him swallowing all of his moans and whimpers as she works him towards his release again. Dean’s grip tightens on her as she picks up the pace, “Shit so close Michelle” he whines into her mouth as their tongues roll against one another.

Her lips release his soft barely their kisses across his jaw and down his throat. “Just hold it a little longer baby” He feels her pussy flutter around him again and whines loudly, “Use that pretty mouth baby talk to me” she moans against his ear, tugging the ear lobe between her teeth gently.

Dean feels like he’s loosing his fucking mind, she’s everything he’s ever wanted and so much more. Her forehead drops to his and she places a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose. “Want you to come all over my fucking cock, hear you scream my name. That bet was the best thing I ever did, just wanna be your good boy” he whines loudly, knowing what it does to her to hear him so desperate.

“Oh god Dean. Come for me baby boy” Michelle whimpers as her nails dig into Dean’s shoulders feeling herself falling off the edge as Dean starts meeting thrusts, she comes again, this time looking into his eyes.

She watches Dean fall apart under her just like she’d thought about since that bet, he’s the sexiest thing in the fucking world in that moment. He growls so fucking deep she can feel it in her chest, every muscle in his body goes stiff as board. His parted lips beg to be bitten and kissed and sucked, his eyes squeezed shut as he clung tightly to her. As Michelle did her best to work him through it.

He falls back on the bed practically shivering as he holds her tight, Michelle squeals a little laugh. Quickly realising what he needs, she pulls the covers up and holds him against her. “Hey, you’re okay Dean I’ve got you” she whispers against the top of his head as he nuzzles against her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist as he breathes her in.

After five minutes of gently whispering praises to him and kissing the top of his head Dean finally speaks. “S-Shit, sorry. That was just so fucking intense” 

Slipping down the bed so that her face is level with his she presses a gentle kiss against his lips. “Hey, don’t you dare apologise! You did so well Dean, really I don’t think I’ve come so much or so hard” her small laugh makes him smile, green eyes shining as they meet the perfect mix of green and blue swirling in her eyes.

“Thank you, you were something else though” he grins hands finally moving across her body soothingly, making her sigh and smile against his lips. 

“You feeling a little better now?” she questions cupping his cheeks gently, thumbs brushing over his freckled cheeks.

“Yeah. I’m okay” he smiles kissing her slow and sweet, “Just glad I finally got the balls to ask you out, I’ve wanted you for so long” 

The shock is obvious as he looks at her with a frown, “You have?” 

He blushes a little, shrugging with a shy smile. “Surprised you didn’t notice” he laughs brushing the hair out of her eyes.

“I guess I never let myself think about it” she replies quietly, her tiredness making itself known with a big yawn, which Dean quickly reciprocates.

“Maybe we could talk a little more. After a sleep” he smiles as her legs tangle with his. She hums in agreement snuggling up against him, his head resting against her chest again. Michelle sighs utterly blissed out as she combs her fingers through his hair.

“Night Dean, thank you” 

“Night sweetheart” Dean says making her smile against the top of his head, thinking that if he ever did get control of her she was sure she wouldn’t mind.

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[brooklynislandgirl]

———  BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME! ♡     Turtle, a tiny chelonian cryptid of your imagination.

PRONOUNS! ♡     she / her / they

ZODIAC SIGN! ♡     Pisces {sun, moon, and rising. I literally cannot get away from being a fishy!}

TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡    taken

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡  Braveheart was the nickname of Robert Bruce, king of Scotland, and not William Wallace no matter what the movie says.

2! ♡     All Cats are Dreamlands cats, but none of them shop at the Plateau of Leng.

3! ♡    Sharks have no bones.

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡  currently? Tumblr and Discord. previously? we don’t have the time to list them all but the nightmares still linger from: IIRC, AoHell, MSN, Eyechat, etc.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡    Neither Beth nor I have a preference for what gender other muses and muns happen to be, or lack there of. It’s always about how well mun/muse get along with one another. Beth and I can be fast friends with another muse or mortal enemies with them, so long as the muns involved can respect and befriend one another. So essentially, mun chemistry is a big factor. I have little time or patience for other muns who can’t be bothered to communicate, especially with the nature of the things I write. One thing I will admit to and I know that this is probably going to offend some folks, but I am honest with my own bullshit... I loathe Rule!63 and gender bending a character. If you play a trans character, that is great! Represent! If you play a non-binary character, that’s great! Represent! Transgender and Non-binary muns are also more than welcome here and I will die for you guys. But I see no inherent value in gender-bending an existing canon or OC muse. Unpopular opinion I know but like. I dunno it’s just not my D’jinni gig.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡   It is rare for me to dislike someone based on appearance alone but that being said.. Females FCs I greatly dislike: Nichole Kidman, Jennifer Connolly, Kiera Knightly Male FCs I greatly dislike: Woody Allen, Justin Bieber, pretty much most Youtube faces {Markiplier, Jack Septiceye, etc}, Stephen Collins, Chris Brown

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡   I have done both. Certain verses work best single ship {Main Beth, Star Wars AU, Justified AU, Deadwood AU} Others are happily multi-ship. One specific verse is poly-ship and that’s pretty much the only one.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF:  Listen guys, fluff can be great. Whether it’s brief comfort after a long angst, or a breath taken after something particularly intense has been written, or even a moment of domestic bliss can be amazing and character driven when treated with respect and care. And I am not opposed to that. Sometimes I will even really crave it. But I personally cannot sustain a fluffy thread for very long, especially if it’s random or not plotted out to some even slight degree. I also see a difference between Beth taking care of someone or {and this is speculation because it almost never happens} that someone takes care of Beth, and random fluff. Beth is a homebody nurturer and as such people find it ever so easy to take advantage of her good nature and her desire to genuinely make other people feel cared about. I, the mun however, am not Beth and while yes...I do try my hardest to be a nice, kind, and easy-going partner, have limits. If I feel you are taking advantage of me or Beth, I will talk to you. And if you continue to treat us like a door-mat, we will no longer be friends after that.

ANGST: I suppose a lot of what I write can fall into this category. Whether it’s main verse, SHIELD or Mage verses, or really any others, I gravitate toward drama, seriousness, pain, wounding, I mean.... She IS an ER nurse in most of her verses {or occasionally a COP/Secret Agent}. Most of her threads are interpersonal ones as well, and as such, are filled with the existential nature of what it means to be both human and maybe a little left of centre. Not only that, but given her background and history, there isn’t tons and tons of levity there. However, melodrama of soap-opera proportions, endless hurt/comfort on an endless lather/rinse/repeat cycle is also not my thing. If your muse is injured and needs help, or has emotional trouble, or symptomatic issues that can be worked through, that’s fantastic and sign me up. But there’s a line that should be watched carefully before it becomes ridiculous, and I would appreciate reciprocal attention from my mun partners. If Beth is going to be in your muse’s life, spare a thought for her on occasion. As I am a fiend for plotting though, I don’t see this as a bad thing, and something we can’t talk about to ensure maximum fun/enjoyment. I just need a little structure and direction to go in.

SMUT:  So. I mean. Who doesn’t love the thrill of romance, and the “kissing parts” of the story, to quote the Princess Bride? However if that’s your primary goal {which, good on you...do what you like. Fair winds and following seas to you}, you’re probably going to be disappointed here.  I do write smut, and I would like to thing I can write it well. Or at least well enough and adaptable enough to match my partner’s style/wants, etc. Beth is demisexual. She doesn’t experience primary physical attraction. In order to realise she might actually find you sexually attractive, she needs time to build up an emotional connection. And even if she does manage that, she might not know exactly how to express it. She is also qouiromantic meaning she cannot really tell if her feelings are romantic or platonic, something in between, aesthetically based, etc. She might never express any desires she may have, doesn’t have much in the realm of experience, has a lot of residual Catholic guilt, and a laundry list of other intimacy issues that are not easily overcome. We can talk about romance and shipping, but it’s not gonna be easy or fast and if that’s primarily what you’re looking for, we are probably not going to be a good fit together.

PLOT / MEMES! ♡  I absolutely require plotting for threads to go anywhere far, mostly because I tend to be a little scatterbrained and need some handrails and directions for where the story is going. However that doesn’t mean I need to plot out every single detail. Just...guidelines.  As for memes, yes!please! I will post them randomly as I find ones that interest me. Send me one. Send me a dozen. I am slow, and threads have priorities over asks but I will always answer them. Always. And if I don’t post a meme, but you see one on your dash that interests you? Pop the question in my ask and I will answer!

tagged by: the ever adorable Naynay and thank you darling.

tagging: Put on the eye patch and run out the long nines. You know you wanna.

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The Space Between Your Fingers 07

Mark Tuan x OC Genre: Fluff, slice of life Words: 4.8k [Masterlist] [Series Masterlist] - [RECAP] Mark smiled to himself, thinking back to their lunch at school. She had given him her pudding cup so easily even though, clearly, she was in love with pudding cups. He chuckled, patting her head as she dug into the sweet pudding. Ahnmi looked up at him questioningly. She brought a spoonful of pudding towards him. “Ah?” Mark smiled, pleased, but shook his head. He continued to pat her head. “You’re a kind person, Ahnmi.” - Ch. 7: New Friends As the evening came upon them, Jackson gathered the guys, leaving Ahnmi behind with Mark who was lying lazily on the grass again. “It’s about time we head back home right? We have school tomorrow,” he told them. Jinyoung nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, I need a nap,” Yugyeom complied with a yawn. Without much resistance, the guys began their tread back to their own homes, not even noticing the two they had left behind. Jackson smiled triumphantly, as he took one last glance at Mark and Ahnmi before ushering the guys home. Feeling his phone vibrate, Mark looked at the text from Jackson, realizing that all the guys had left him. Jackson: Enjoy the rest of your date Jackson: Oops I meant day!

Mark sat up confused, noticing Ahnmi was still with him. “Did they all just leave?” he asked in dismay. Ahnmi shrugged her shoulders. She had been dazing off only to realize she was alone with Mark. Mark chuckled to himself, lying back on the grass. The guys were so random sometimes. “Do you want to go back home?” Ahnmi paused. She shook her head. The weather was really nice now that a cool breeze had settled in the air. Ahnmi picked at a dandelion and closed her eyes earnestly before blowing at it softly, sending the white seeds off into the wind. Mark watched her quietly. He didn’t want to leave either. With all the guys gone, he found that a pleasant quietness had settled around them. He turned on his side to get a better view of her. “What did you wish for?” Ahnmi smiled shyly. “Just…for a happy day tomorrow.” It was quiet again and the sun was beginning to set. Mark got up and took a seat beside Ahnmi. “Jackson’s birthday is coming up soon,” he started. “We don’t usually do much, but it’s his senior year so…” Ahnmi nodded her head. “We should do something special.” “The guys and I started a jar of compliments,” Mark chuckled to himself. “Since he loves being praised so much. You can add to it.” Ahnmi nodded her head, smiling at the idea of such a cute gift. “But I want to do something really big,” Mark began. “Jackson was one of my first friends when I transferred to the school. It was comforting to have someone I could speak English and Mandarin with…and he’s always hyping me up and cheering me on even though he’s working really hard himself.” Ahnmi nodded her head, listening closely. It was the first time Mark had ever spoken so much to her. She could hear the concern and care in his voice. She thought carefully, wondering what Jackson would really appreciate. “Does Jackson live alone like you, too?” “Yeah, his parents are back in Hong Kong.” “Mmm…it might be difficult under such short notice but…what if we bought plane tickets and flew his parents out here?” Mark turned to Ahnmi, looking at her seriously. She looked away, “Ah…it’s probably not a good idea, huh?” “Th-That’s a really good idea, Ahnmi!” Mark exclaimed. “Why didn’t we think of that earlier? Jackson loves his family more than anything else in the world.” She smiled at his excitement. “Do you have his parents’ contact information?” Mark took out his phone immediately. “Already asking them.” She chuckled, pulling out her own phone to check for ticket prices. Mark laughed with delight. “Jackson is gonna piss his pants!” Putting his phone away he smiled, seeing Ahnmi looking at flight tickets. To be honest, he wasn’t very happy to hear that Yugyeom’s cousin would be hanging around them all the time. He liked the group the way it was and taking care of a girl he barely knew did not sound like fun. But now that she was here, and she was Go Ahnmi and not Yugyeom’s cousin anymore, he was very glad she was with them. He got up and picked up his skateboard. “Wanna learn how to skateboard?” Ahnmi smiled and gave a nod. She had actually been waiting for his lesson since the beginning of their weekend get-together. She had always wanted to learn how to skateboard. Mark motioned for her to follow him out of the grass and onto the concrete. “I can teach you to skate back home.” She smiled nervously. Knowing her own clumsiness, she wasn’t sure if they’d make it that far before he’d give up on her. Yugyeom always gave up five minutes into his lessons, teaching her how to bike and swim. Evidently, she had never learned either skills. He grinned, ushering her gently onto his skateboard. He put his foot between hers on the skateboard to steady the board, offering his hands for her to hold. She held timidly to his fingers, grateful that he was guiding her carefully. “Please don’t let go,” she murmured, having flashbacks of toppling off her bike and half-drowning in pool water after Yugyeom’s lessons. Mark chuckled, moving his hands so that their fingers intertwined. “Don’t worry I’ve got you.”

She bit at her lip nervously, trying to fight the heat that was spreading across her cheeks and to her ears. It was a strange feeling to feel his fingers between hers. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to like it so much. “Okay, so we’re going to move forward now,” he explained softly, moving her forward. He felt her fingers tense around his. “You’re doing good.” Ahnmi looked up at him for further reassurance. He answered with a kind smile. “When you want to change direction you just lean back or forward. Bend your knees a bit,” he directed her gently. “That’s it. And when you want to stop, just step back and the board will flip up to a stop.” Ahnmi carefully stepped back, surprising herself as the board leaned up and brought her to a stop. She giggled happily. She was doing better than she had hoped. Mark watched proudly as Ahnmi got back into the middle position. She stopped and reached her hands out for his. He smiled, trying to stifle his laugh. He held out his hand, letting her wrap her fingers between his. And there she went again, effortlessly holding his hands like nothing. Mark watched Ahnmi who had her head down, staring at her feet on the board intently. He was glad that she felt so comfortable around him…yet, he was a little bit disheartened to think that only he was thinking about their hands intertwined together. Though he wasn’t exactly the hottest guy in school, he knew he had a handful of girls who would’ve died in Ahnmi’s position. Ahnmi was a teenaged girl, right? Mark shrugged the thought away, focusing back on Ahnmi. “You’re doing great.” Ahnmi chuckled at his compliment. “We’re moving at a snail’s pace.” Mark laughed. “Do you want to go faster? You’ll have to let go of my hands though.” Ahnmi inhaled deeply before nodding her head. “I’ll try.” He let go of one of her hands. “Okay, you’ll have to put one of your feet on the ground and push yourself forward.” Ahnmi did as she was told, tightening her grip on the one hand she was holding. “Now, bring your foot back onto the board,” Mark urged, lightly jogging beside Ahnmi who was now holding onto his hand with both of hers. “Oh goodness,” she gasped, looking away from her feet and ahead to where she was going. Mark’s smile widened. Letting go of one of her hands, Ahnmi glanced at Mark for reassurance. “Ready to let go?” “Mm!” And with that, Ahnmi let go of his hand. She put her foot down, giving herself an extra push and positioned herself back on the board. She laughed happily, overjoyed and surprised that she was still on the skateboard and not on the ground. Mark jogged beside her, feeling giddy himself. Seeing Ahnmi laughing loudly without concern for anyone around her, shocked him and filled him with warmth. He could see her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him. “I can’t believe I haven’t fallen yet!” she cheered. Speaking too soon, Ahnmi gasped as the skateboard hit a deep ridge in the sidewalk. Mark’s eyes widened, stretching his arms out just in time to catch her from falling to the ground. Ahnmi chuckled happily into his chest. Mark felt his own chest relax, knowing that she was safe in his arms. He was suddenly very aware of the apple scent around him as Ahnmi leaned into him. She smiled to herself before moving out of his arms. “Sorry,” she apologized a bit delayed. She giggled again. “That was fun.” Mark smiled, fixing her windblown bangs. “You’re a fast learner.” Ahnmi blushed, glancing at his fingers that had lightly grazed her cheeks. “T-Thanks…I have a good teacher.” “A few more lessons and you’ll be a pro,” Mark smiled, picking up his skateboard and walking beside her. “I have an extra board at home.” Ahnmi gasped playfully, covering her mouth with her hand. “I get more than one lesson?” “Yup, I’m so kind that I’ll give you two lessons!” Mark joked along, getting a giggle out of her. He smiled proudly at his own humor. Ahnmi, lifted her arms to straighten out her disheveled hair. Mark looked at her and suddenly his expression turned grave. He stared intently at Ahnmi. “I-Is something wrong?” she asked nervously, putting her arms back down to her sides. “A-Ah,” Mark looked away. “It’s nothing…are you excited to join the art club tomorrow?” She sighed. “I hope they like me.” Mark ruffled the hair she had just fixed. “They will. I have a few friends in the club. You’ll definitely like them.” Ahnmi smiled hoping he was right. As the two approached their houses, Ahnmi turned to Mark with a soft smile. “Thanks for this weekend. It was really fun.” He nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning then.” - Ahnmi curled on her side, cuddling with her soft blanket. She smiled to herself, lifting her hand up to catch the moonlight that was shining through the window. Her hands were still tingling from the space Mark had held between her fingers. It was her first time ever holding a guy’s hand before. She felt her face warming up again at the thought. It was her first back hug too… Ahnmi exhaled deeply, relaxing into her bedsheets. She realized how tired her body was after such a busy weekend. She chuckled softly one last time as her eyes closed. He smelled like grass. - Mark stepped into the Kim house nonchalantly, greeting Mr. and Mrs. Kim with a smile. Yugyeom was seated in the kitchen, eating breakfast. Mrs. Kim handed Mark a bowl and spoon, happy to see her second son visiting. “You’re here early,” Yugyeom commented as Mark took a seat across from him. “Ahnmi isn’t even awake yet.” Mark took a sip of soup, complimenting Mrs. Kim’s cooking as she left the house for work with her husband. He cleared his throat, looking at Yugyeom uncertainly. “There’s actually something I wanted to ask you.” “Yeah?” “It’s about Ahnmi,” he muttered. “Ah—good morning,” Ahnmi suddenly interrupted. She blinked at Mark, her hair a curly mess. Bowing slightly, she rushed towards the bathroom. “What about her?” Yugyeom asked, starting to put his dishes away. “Umm…never mind. I’ll ask you another time.” Yugyeom looked at Mark for a bit before grabbing his school bag. “I’m heading out first then.” “Oh…okay,” Mark said, watching Yugyeom exit the house, leaving him alone with Ahnmi. Ahnmi exited the bathroom refreshed. She was dressed simply in a pale blue, knit sweater with a white pleated skirt. Her hair was parted so that a small bun sat at the top of her head and the rest of her hair flowed down her back in loose, natural waves. She smiled at Mark, finding him eyeing her outfit. She did a little spin for him. “Do you like? Bambam left it for me before he went home yesterday.” Mark smiled. “It’s a good color on you.” She blushed and grabbed a bowl, sitting across from Mark. The two ate quietly for the rest of the meal, enjoying the early Monday morning together. - Youngjae smiled, waving at Ahnmi as she entered the classroom. “What is this boop? It’s so cute!” Youngjae laughed, bopping at the bun on her head. She giggled at his cheerfulness so early in the morning. There was a sudden clap at the front of the class, silencing the noise of the rowdy second-year boys. Ahnmi took her seat, looking ahead at their class president, Sungjae, smiling at all of them. “It’s that time of the year!” he cheered, causing the rest of the boys to applaud loudly. Ahnmi looked on curiously, wondering why they were so excited. “And we have Ahnmi with us!” “No more cross dressing!” The class broke out into a series of whoops and whistles. Sungjae glanced at Ahnmi, smiling at the puzzled look on her face. He was hoping this would bring her closer to the class. Sungjae clapped his hands again for silence. “We have the first two periods to start planning, so let’s start with a list of suggestions.” “Maid Café!” “Yah, you know Ahnmi isn’t going to be the only maid right?” “Haunted house!” “Obstacle course!” “A play!” “This isn’t a spring theme! We don’t have the space for this!” Sungjae criticized as he crossed off their suggestions one by one. With a smile, he circled the play suggestion. “I guess we’re doing a play.” Ahnmi stifled a laugh at Sungjae’s comedic dismissal of the usual voting system. The smile didn’t go unnoticed by Sungjae. “What kind of play should we do?” One of the boys at the front stood up. “Let’s do an interactive rendition of Sleeping Beauty!” “What the heck is that, Taehyung?” He smiled, glancing back shyly at Ahnmi. “Like, we have the characters and everything but instead of a script, the prince would have to play games with us in order to get to Sleeping Beauty.” The boy beside him clapped with excitement. “Like a lie detector game and arm wrestling!” “Ahh,” Sungjae nodded approvingly. “We could get couples to play the role of prince and Sleeping Beauty.” “Or get the singles to fight for Ahnmi’s affection!” “Yeah, and if they succeed they can have a small reward.” Ahnmi sunk into her seat, an uneasy feeling bubbling in the pit of her tummy. She was sure no one would want to do anything for her affection, even if there was a reward. “Like a KISS!!!” Ahnmi sat up straight in her seat with alarm. “No no no!” Youngjae yelled out loudly. “You guys should be asking Ahnmi first before you start volunteering her for things.” Sungjae nodded his head at Youngjae. He looked at Ahnmi with wide eyes and pursed lips. “What do you think, Ahnmi?” “I…I think the couple role play is cute...but…I don’t think anyone would be interested in me as Sleeping Beauty…” Ahnmi’s voice trailed off as she twiddled her thumbs together timidly. The classroom seemed to turn into a puddle of melted hearts at her words. “That’s not true,” Youngjae spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen. “The whole school has been wanting to get to know you.” “You think so?” she wondered quietly. Youngjae chuckled, patting her bun. “I know so!” “Yeah, you’re the school’s Pure Angel!” “Everyone wants to meet you!” “You’re pretty popular, Ahnmi.” She blushed at their words even though she was sure they were only saying it to make her feel better. She looked up nervously again, making eye contact with Taehyung who had suggested the kiss. “But maybe…a kiss would be too much?” Taehyung turned pink in the face, bowing slightly as an apology. Youngjae leaned closer to Ahnmi. “How about a high five? And maybe a printed photo together with the guy who makes the best time?” Ahnmi looked at Youngjae, thinking carefully. “Mm, I guess that would be okay.” The class cheered as they came to a consensus. As the guys continued to come up with different games to play against the prince, Ahnmi sunk back into her chair. What had she gotten herself into? - Ahnmi took a deep breath as she stood in front of the art club room. This was the moment of truth. With a light knock, Ahnmi entered the room. To her surprise (and relief) she found the room with familiar faces—Mark, Jackson, and Jaebum waved at her, amused by her shocked face. In between them was a bald boy with bright eyes and an eager smile. “Hi, Ahnmi-ssi. I’m the president of the art club. My name is Dong Guen.” She softly took his outstretched hand, blushing when he held her hand firmly. “Ahnmi!” Jackson patted the seat next to him. “We’ve been showing Peniel some of your art.” “Peniel?” Ahnmi asked as she took a seat between Jackson and Peniel. The guy rubbed at his neck shyly. “Ah, that’s my pen name. I sign my works under Peniel.” he explained. Ahnmi nodded her head, impressed. She had never signed her own works before. Something about signing it made it seem too finished. She was never proud enough to sign anything. She wondered to herself if she should come up with a pen name too. “Youngjae didn’t come with you?” Jaebum asked, breaking her out of her thoughts. She shook her head. “He’s practicing in the soccer field.” “He could’ve at least escorted you here,” Jaebum criticized, but Ahnmi shook her head with a smile. “I found my way,” she said proudly. “I think I’m starting to get used to the school now.” Jaebum chuckled, smiling at Ahnmi like a father. Jackson took hold of her arm, snuggling in close to her. She chuckled at his gesture. She was starting to get used to Jackson too. “Where are the other members, Peniel sunbae?” she asked curiously, noticing that the rest of the room looked untouched. Peniel blushed at the sound of his name coming from her lips. Sure, the guys called him Peniel all the time that it almost seemed like his birth name, but coming from Ahnmi was different. This was his first meeting with the girl and he hadn’t anticipated all these butterflies. She sure lived up to her name as the Angel of the 2nd year students. “They’re with the theater club right now. Helping out with staging.” “Speaking of,” Jaebum got up abruptly. “I have to get back to my student council duties. Spring festival isn’t so exciting when you have to look over every classroom’s idea.” “Wahh, you seem like a president!” Jackson teased. “Yah,” Jaebum chuckled, playfully hitting Jackson. “I am the president!” “Really? Not Jinyoung?” Mark hit Jackson softly for Jaebum. “Don’t you have to meet with your martial arts team?” Jackson looked mischievously at Mark before sending him a wink. “Ah, of course, I should go too. Leave you guys alone.” As Jaebum and Jackson left the room, Mark let out a sigh of relief, glad for some quiet. His eyes brightened as he turned back to Ahnmi and Peniel. “Thank god Jackson is gone. I thought I was going to die trying to hold it in.” Mark smiled, his eyes brightening. “Jackson’s parents replied back to me. They cleared their schedule for his birthday weekend.” Ahnmi bit her finger as her lips curled into a wide smile. She was barely able to contain her squeals, as her heart raced with excitement. “This is amazing!” she finally cheered. “So we just need to buy the flight ticket!” Peniel looked on, entertained by her sudden burst of energy. However, what really caught his eye was Mark’s smile. Mark had already told him of the news while they were in class together but he didn’t look half as happy as he did now. “Will you guys have enough money to buy two round trip tickets?” he asked curiously. Their excited faces settled down a bit at the thought. “To be honest…” Ahnmi started slowly. “I was just going to use my dad’s card…but does that lack sincerity? Should we earn the money ourselves?” She looked at Mark for his opinion. He didn’t say anything. To be honest, he was planning on doing the exact same thing. If he told his dad it was for Jackson, he would’ve agreed without hesitation. Jackson was like his dad’s adopted son. “Should we?” he finally asked. “I don’t know…can we?” Ahnmi asked again. Mark shrugged. “I don’t know…” Peniel tried to contain his laugher as he listened on. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself. You guys sound like Dumb and Dumber.” Ahnmi turned red with embarrassment while Mark just laughed. “We only have a week before his birthday.” Ahnmi stated. “Hmm,” Mark thought carefully. “How about we book the flights now and then raise money to pay our dads off after?” Ahnmi smiled. “Sounds good.” “Fatherly love is such a wonderful thing,” Peniel sighed at their decision. He gave Ahnmi a pat on the shoulder. “I have an idea for you to raise money.” She looked on eagerly. “Jackson showed me your watercolor drawing of Yugyeom. What do you think of an open painting session? You can do quick character sketches for people.” Ahnmi smiled sheepishly. “But who would want to pay for doodles?” Peniel glanced back at Mark who gave him an understanding nod. Boy, when the guys said she didn’t know her own popularity, they weren’t kidding. He wondered if she was just playing dumb. Surely she must’ve sensed an inkling of her popularity—practically half of the male population was a part of her fan club and she had just transferred less than a month ago. Ahnmi turned to Mark. “What if we got someone popular to sell my drawings? Like Yugyeom!” Mark burst out in laughter, accompanied by Peniel’s as well. Peniel put his arm around Ahnmi, pointing at Mark for her to get a good look. “Don’t you know this friend here has won the school’s popularity contest every year? Last year he even won at the other school down the block! He doesn’t even go there and he won their popularity contest!” She looked at Mark with wide eyes. Mark chuckled bashfully. “That other school just voted for me as a joke.” “This whole time I thought you were a regular person, I’m so sorry Sunbae,” Ahnmi bowed towards him. Peniel laughed at Ahnmi’s teasing. Even Mark couldn’t hide his smile. Ahnmi was truly starting to open up and he was loving this playful side to her. “But really though,” Mark started again, trying to get back to the subject. “There’s a lot of students here who would want to buy a painting from you.” “Yeah, and it’ll be a great way to promote the art club. Two birds, one stone,” Peniel grinned, flashing her a v sign. “Okay, well, I have to go first. I’m helping to train the new basketball players.” “See? He’s so popular,” Peniel teased. Mark chuckled before leaving Ahnmi and Peniel alone. - Ahnmi sighed with content as she walked past the school gate, taking in the pink sunset before her. She was really glad the guys had pushed her to join the club. Peniel was so nice and friendly. He seemed like a dependable president. After showing her some of their projects over the years, she couldn’t help but feel excitement growing in the pit of her stomach. Everyone in the school was treating her so kindly. She wondered to herself if she even deserved it. She had never imagined such an outcome could exist for her. Was it okay for her to be this happy? “Boop,” Ahnmi lifted her head to see who had bopped her head. She smiled, expecting to see Youngjae. However, to her surprise it was a different classmate…Taehyung. The boy sent her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I saw Youngjae do it this morning and I wanted to try too.” “Ah…” Ahnmi nodded her head shyly. His face slowly turned a shade of pink. “Sorry, did I scare you? I was just trying to be friendly, I’m sorry,” he apologized profusely, bowing to her. She lifted her hands up in denial. “N-no, not at all. I…I liked your Sleeping Beauty suggestion. It was very creative.” He scratched his head shyly. “Ah, about that. Sorry for volunteering your kiss.” Ahnmi chuckled quietly. “That was a bit shocking.” Encouraged by her laugh, he smiled at her too. “I think our class will win the popularity vote for sure. Everyone wants a high five from you. Even your own classmates!” She grinned at his exaggeration. She lifted her hand playfully towards him, making him blush even more. He touched her palm gently with his own. “Ahhh!” he yelled suddenly, breathing out a sigh of relief. He laughed at Ahnmi’s shocked face. “I’ve been wanting to say hi to you for a while. For such a small person, you’re really intimidating.” The thought of herself being even the slightest bit of scary to others amused her. Surely he was just saying it as a joke. “I’m glad to officially meet you too, Taehyung,” she bowed. She looked up at him nervously before continuing on. “To be honest, I’m kind of shy.” Taehyung could already feel his smile growing as her confession began. Kind of shy? Until today she had only ever spoken to her cousin’s friends. Kind of shy was definitely an understatement. “I wish I could have the courage to say hi to others too,” Ahnmi continued on sincerely. She smiled brightly at him, making his stomach churn with giddiness. “Does this mean we can be friends?” “Of course!” he laughed heartily. He gave her bun another bop. “Don’t just talk to Youngjae in class. You can talk to me too now.” Ahnmi felt the happiness in her heart growing. What did she do to deserve such a perfect day? Taehyung waved goodbye, skipping away happily in the opposite direction. Ahnmi turned her back to continue walking home. At first she thought Taehyung seemed quite scary, with his teasing and intense eyes. However, after the exchange she couldn’t help thinking how puppy-like he was. “Boop!” “Tae-ah, Youngjae,” Ahnmi grinned, seeing Youngjae come from behind her, still in his soccer uniform. He looked at her suspiciously with a frown. “Tae?...Taehyung?” Ahnmi nodded with a smile. “I met him just before leaving the school.” “Oh,” he said blandly. It’s not that he didn’t like Taehyung. In fact, the two were quite friendly with each other. They were always joking around during gym class. However, it was the fact that Ahnmi had thought of Taehyung and not him. He thought he was the only one that said ‘boop’. That was his thing. Not sensing his mood, Ahnmi went on glowing with joy. “He wanted to be my friend. We agreed to be friends.” She gasped to herself. “Does that mean he’s the first friend I’ve made at school?” Youngjae frowned, hitting Ahnmi’s arm lightly. “Hey, no, I’m your first friend!” “Ah, I didn’t mean it like that,” she apologized. Although he knew what she had meant, Youngjae couldn’t help feeling slightly offended. He was so happy to catch her walking home but all she’s been talking about the whole time is some other guy. “I’m your first friend, Ahnmi,” he pouted. She giggled at his cuteness. “I know, you’re my number one buddy!” she replied, linking her arms with his, and successfully shut him up without knowing it. As they walked home, she leaned her head against his shoulder casually. She smiled, staring lazily down at their elongated shadows. “I’m glad you’re my friend Youngjae,” she whispered. The words had been sitting on her tongue for a while now and she was happy to finally get it out there. She was already taking lessons from Taehyung. Youngjae blushed profusely, his arm, stiffly bent between hers. This side of Ahnmi really shocked him. He didn’t know what to do with himself. She looked up at him, causing his face to grow even more warm if that was even possible. “I’m really thankful for all that you’ve done for me, staying by my side and helping me in class,” she continued, gazing into his eyes earnestly. “Thanks for sticking up for me during the class meeting too.” “Of course,” Youngjae finally uttered. “That’s what friends are for. I’m glad you moved here, Ahnmi.” She smiled, happy to know that Youngjae felt the same way. “I’m sorry you have to deal with all my shy awkwardness. I wish I could be as friendly as you and Taehyung. I hope I can start to repay you back for all your kindness soon.” He patted her head again. “What are you talking about? Do you remember when we first met? You couldn’t go a sentence without stuttering and look at you now. You’re already becoming more open and free in such a short amount of time.” Ahnmi felt her heart fill with warmth at the sound of his assurance. As they reached Youngjae’s house, Ahnmi smiled and said her final confession. “Today was a perfect day. I’m glad to end it with the perfect person too.” - Thanks for reading! This series updates every Friday and Saturday at 8PM EST.

[kyloxmoegi1993]

The Meeting

Rain poured down from the night sky, drenching the streets and people below. A woman wearing heeled boots with dark skinny jeans and a black trenchcoat covering her dark blue blouse ran through the rain as she ducked into a cafe.

Bustling through the door she bumped into a man. Well, man was a relative term. He was one of those new EXO's the big robot company Clovis Bray Incorporated had released in the last two years. He was wearing blue jeans and boots with a black hoodie adorned with red symbols on the front with the hood covering his head. Around his neck he wore a scarf and it was on the scarf she noticed she spilled his drink onto it.

"Oh my God I am so sorry. Here."

Quickly grabbing her handkerchief she began to dab his scarf trying to soak up what smelled like black coffee off of his scarf. It was the she heard him chuckle, a sound she hadn't known EXO's could make and she looked up to meet his gaze and found herself staring into bright blue optic eyes.

"Sweetheart, you're more worried about that than I am. It's an old scarf. It's got stains on it from awhile ago. You on the other hand need to slow down before you hurt yourself. Especially in those."

Nodding at her boots she looked down at her shoes. She had gotten these on sale not too long ago and she loved them but she supposed he was right, but she didn't know it was supposed to rain tonight and she worked at a hospital as a secretary.

Finishing her attempt at cleaning it she looked at it then at him.

"I can pay to have it cleaned..."

He regarded her quietly then shook his head.

"Nah. I'll pass but, if you wanna make it up to me you can uh...you can go on a date with me.."

Turning bright pink she looked at him and saw him rubbing the back of his head nervously. Was this guy serious? A date? Did EXO's date regular women like her? There were plenty of other better looking women in the cafe that he could have hit on but her? And why was he nervous?

After asking herself several more questions and gaining zero answers she looked at him seriously.

"Alright...I will..."

"Really? You will?"

Having nothing to lose and owing him a favor for staining that scarf she nodded.

A new kind of light shined brightly in his eyes and he held the door open for her and popped open an umbrella for her.

"I know the perfect place for us to eat and get to know each other."

Blushing and ducked out and walked beside him staring close to keep from getting too soaked.

"You got a name?"

Gasping, she looked up at him," I am so sorry. My name is Lacie... Just Lacie... What's yours..?"

"Cayde-6. My friends call me Cayde."

"6... That's how many times you've been reset right? And could we be friends?"

Chuckling at her curiosity he nodded, " yes to the first question and I hope we can. I need more friends. The people I work with are kinda... Boring. Except for Ikora. Oh...sorry you don't know what I'm talking about."

Lacie giggled and smiled at him

"It's okay. Really."

Stopping out front of a ramen shop she gasped and her eyes widened.

Mistaking her gasp for one of shock and disappointment he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I uh....I can take you somewhere else I just really love this place."

"Are you insane? No I want to eat here. This is my favorite restaurant in the whole city. I come here twice a week religiously."

"I've got you beat. I come here everyday."

Laughing together they walked in and sat at the bar in front of the cook, the two of them ordering the same spicy ramen bowl.

"So what's a beautiful young lady doing running out in the rain in heels that could end your life?"

Shyly she looked at him as he handed her some water and a pair of chopsticks.

"I got off work late and I was planning on grabbing a coffee and heading home to finish a field visit report."

"Sounds absolutely boring. Where do you work?"

Looking at him, she hesitated unsure if she should really be telling a strange man she just met where she worked.

Almost like he could read her mind he patted her hand gently. "You don't have to tell me if you aren't comfortable. I understand. I work at The Tower."

The Tower was the second largest corporation in the world, they had different classes of people all over the world doing various missions to keep peace. It was also the hardest company to get into due to strict policies and physical requirements. This made her curious of his job title. He must have been one of the lower workers.

"That's impressive... I just work at the hospital that's across the street..I've heard that there are three CEO's and they are in control of the different classes...I also heard they're dicks... like super dicks."

Suddenly she heard Cayde cough and clear his throat and he looked at her bemused.

"You uh....you ever meet one of them?"

Looking down at her lap she shook her head.

"No..I know it's not right to listen to gossip like that but that's a huge company. I guess being an asshole would kinda come with the territory of running a multimillion dollar corporation."

Continuing to look at her even when the cook set their bowls down he finally asked,"Do I seem like an asshole to you?"

Sipping on some broth she sighed happily after swallowing.

"No. Why do you-"

Freezing mid-sentence she locked eyes with him and he smirked knowing she finally made the connection.

"Y-y-you......?"

"Yup."

Standing up immediately she bowed her head to him.

"I am so sorry sir. Please forgive my rudeness."

Cayde laughed and patted her shoulder.

"Sweetheart it's okay. You make me laugh. Oh man ...your face..."

Embarrassed and confused she looked at him turning redder than a tomato.

"S-stop laughing at me ...I didn't know..."

Ruffling her hair, much to her unamusement, he looked at her.

"I don't look the part of a big wig. Nor doing have the...fleshy components I suppose. So I can understand."

"No no it's not that well, the dressing part is but I don't think a CEO or anyone that has an important role to play should be defined by whether they are a robot or not. That's stupid. Besides if I didn't know any better I'd say you were a man."

Finishing her speech she realized that he was staring at her and she blushed again.

"I'm sorry... That made no sense .."

"No no I was just admiring the way your eyes sparkled with your determination just now. Either way it's okay. Let's finish our meal. I'm sure you're tired from your day."

Feeling like she really insulted the man beside her she silently ate her ramen. When the time came to pay the bill she reached for hers and squeaked surprised when he gently smacked her hand.

"My treat. It's a date remember?"

"I...but I-"

Getting up Cayde went and paid for the food then gently he helped her down off the stool and led her outside noticing that the rain finally stopped.

"Ah it stopped raining finally."

"Yup."

Standing there in an awkward silence, Lacie was about to say something when her hologram ghost popped up.

"Lacie. You have a message from Sarah. She says you were supposed to meet her an hour ago."

"Ah! Moondance you were supposed to remind me!"

"I did. You put me on silent remember?"

Dismissing her ghost she quickly bowed.

"Thank you so much for dinner and I am so sorry again. And I'm sorry but I have to get going! I hope we can hang out again soon!"

Waving at Cayde she ran off leaving him watching her.

"You like her."

Looking at his ghost Sundance he chuckled.

"Yes. Yes I believe I do. Remind me to send her flowers tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Dismissing his ghost he chuckled again.

"I hope to see you again too.... Lacie..."

*End Part 1*

All I'm gonna say is I hope this is enjoyed....I think I'm going to make it a series so stay tuned..

Also credit to @dark0angel13 for her oc.

[jungblue]

I have been following fh since the beginning& it is one of my ult fave fics but holy shit I haven't even finished reading pt.6 had to take a break bc I fell asleep reading it last night & I won't finish it until later but it's SO good you never disappoint, But I AM SO FUCKING ANXIOUS NOW about the secret like I didnt think it would affect me this much but I feel the anxiety 100% I completely forgot how much I felt for this story, I dont even know how to end this msg I love you

omg this was so nice, thank you!!!! and ahaa i’m sorry it’s making you feel anxious ;; i know the secret thing is getting dragged out a bit, but i gotta try and develop all of the relationships properly before the plot starts to go in full force, you know? but again thank you for reading! i love u too ;;

Anonymous said: Oh MY GOD I WAITED MONTHS OH LORD!!!! I JUST READ PT6 AND OMG IM SO CURIOUS ABT THE SECRET THINGY AND AHHHHHHOMG JIMIN MY BOY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALL THE FEELS IM SOBBING WHEN JK SAID THAT OC IS LOOKNGAT JIMIN LIKE SHE USED TO LOOK AT HIM I WAS SCREAMING LSDKSJSISS THANKS FOR YOUR HARD WORK TAY💓💓💓✨✨✨👏👏👏👏

THANK YOU FOR READING, LOVELY ;; I’M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT :”)

Anonymous said: Im completely in love with fh tbh. I love it so much and the fic means soooo much to me. I already might have a decent idea of what happened with jk and jm but i'll leave that for later when it's revealed. I picked up some stuff in pt.5 so im almost sure of it. I loved this chapter so much and I honestly reallyyyy wish the oc is gonna end up with jimin, my life will be fucked sideways if she doesn't, but i might have an idea of who the oc is gonna end up with too. Thank you Taylor for the update

gahhh this was so lovely! thank you so much for sending it in. it’s cool to see you picking up on some of the hints! and as for jimin we’ll just have to see where things go once the issue is revealed!

Anonymous said: I really want to know that whispering thing going on between jk x jm. Whispering should be illegal.

LOLOL I KNOW IM SORRY 

Anonymous said: WHAT IF..... Jungkook went to a rehab or is currently undergoing treatments for some shit that he had done 😁 or maybe psychological problems?

interesting possibilities!

Anonymous said: of course we supportive!!!!! we love it so much lol how could we not be so? i'm loving fh so much i just don't know anymore :') i wanna give jimin a hug damn that gughudgd i've always been attracted to bad boys but the ones that i fall for hard are the good boys goddamn hahahaha we all are like that aren't we? but there are some people who hates bad boys because who wouldn't hah they might not want to deal with their bs

ahaa yeah i find that most people tend to not like the good guys tho, which is unfortunate. i know people says dudes use it as a stupid saying (and sure some of them definitely do), but from what i witness with my friends and others they tend to brush off the good ones for the seemingly exciting ones ///sighs/// but yeah anyways, thank you for enjoying the update!!

Anonymous said: if someone asks me what's my fave fic ever i'm gonna answer future hearts i'm not kidding idc if it's not even finished yet i just love it hahahah and idec if it ends up with jungkook or jimin i'd still die happily with either of them having a happy ending but i ain't sure about jungkook for now since he might've done something horrible. been reading stuff since 2009 and i fuckin' love this

awww thank you! i’m glad you’re giving both guys a chance in this. but yeah we’ll just have to wait to see what jk is hiding. again thank you so much for reading and liking it!