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mirobami · 3 years

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━ VALENTINE'S DAY PART II.

♥ GENRE: fluff.

♥ SYNOPSIS: what spending valentine's day would be like with them

♥ CHARACTER(S): k. momobami, r. momobami, m. ikishima, s. igarashi, r. yomozuki, k. manyuda, i. sumeragi, y. yumemite

♥ NOTE: Here is the second part for the Valentine’s Day event, the Bami Clan will be after this one, enjoy!

━ KIRARI MOMOBAMI ;

Make sure to control her, because if it was up to her, she’d be flying you all over the world so that you can enjoy different things and it’s a bad idea because the jet lag will make you collapse for at least two days afterwards

After telling her that it’s better to do something that’s less tiring, she says that’s fine and thinks about places to go

Please tell her that no, you can’t go to a casino just because the hotel has a good price for couples today and hotels are not to be trusted on these days

Instead, both of you are found on the beach because she wanted to know what it would be like, especially since winter wasn’t over (she mainly wanted to see the ocean and how cold it was)

Needless to say, it was extremely cold and both of you were regretting going through with that plan but she made up for it by taking you to a restaurant which was near both of you and you’d get a spectacular view of the ocean as the sun started to set

Honestly, she’s willing to do a do-over, leading to Valentine’s Day becoming Valentine’s Week and everyday is a new surprise

The last day held the surprise of a giant stuffed animal that you’ve wanted for a while and in its paws held a letter that was well decorated

It was Kirari professing her undying love for you and even though the 14th was a so-so day, she made up for it, wanting you to have only the best things

━ RIRIKA MOMOBAMI ;

She really doesn’t know what to do on that day, she’s asking her sister but her sister has ideas like, “Take them to see the newest horror movie!”

Kirari knows full well that Ririka can’t stand horror movies which makes her think that you both can do the thing that couples do in movies but anyways

So for the whole day, you two are going all over the city, doing things that you like and she’ll occasionally stop you so that you can get some ice cream or a little snack

At lunch, you offer for her to choose a place and it’s a place that’s really lowkey but cute; she’s kind of nervous about being on a date with you on this day since she’s practically never gotten this kind of love before, please be patient with her

She does know that people during these days will pay for both of them and that’s exactly what she does and she’s actually so happy when she hears you order something that she has recommended

Afterwards, you’re going back home and she feels more relaxed; now she just wants to watch movies with you

However, you’re not done, when one of the movies has a slow song, she wants to slow dance with you and these are the times where she’ll make the first move and slow dance with you through the room

She’ll cling onto you after the song is over, hugging you tightly

To her, this feeling is unknown but it isn’t weird, it makes her feel all warm inside and she knows that it’s love; she really loves you a lot

━ MIDARI IKISHIMA ;

No, if you think Kirari’s bad on this day, she’s even worse, she’s this close to taking you to an underground gambling ring where the stakes are even higher and the possibility of her dying is greater

You have to pull her away from the notion and say that as much as you’d love that for her (no, you don’t), you’d rather hang out with her for the entire day and doing something that both of you can enjoy

Instead of doing that, she’ll make reservations for you to go to a cabin up in the mountains, usually reserved for rich people that have the time to kill and wish to be surrounded by nature

While it wasn’t exactly what she had wanted, she figured it was 1000 times better to hang out with you and in a place where it was just the two of you, therefore she didn’t have to share you with anyone else

Walks are common on this day and she finds herself much calmer than ever, but it’s not rare to find her staring at you without even hiding it; she thinks that you look so ethereal, especially with the background of nature

She won’t admit it, however, every time she sees you like that, she falls in love with you even further than what she thought, it’s like you remind her how much she truly loves you

Midari’s a decent cook when it comes down to it and you’re watching her cook because she’s trying to impress you

The domesticity of it all makes her warm all over; so when she sees you enjoying the food that she made, she realizes that this was not bad, in fact, it was the best thing that could’ve happened on this day

Even though she might have some insane ideas on days like these, she truly does her best for you because she wants to stay with you as long as she can

━ SAYAKA IGARASHI ;

She does not go all out on this day but the little things that she does do is specifically done because she knows that you like them

If she knows things that you like tiny objects that are perceived as cute, she’s going to buy you that. Alternatively, if you like other things, she’s going to get you those

You have both decided on two things to do on that day so that you could both get a good experience and do things you enjoy, as well as show the other what you liked

The first thing you two did was Sayaka’s thing: she had a bunch of tea at home that she wanted to test with you

If you like tea, she’s really excited about sharing this with you and if you don’t, she’s determined to find you something or just enjoy the quality time with you

The little snacks she puts out were specifically made for this and she will never tell you this but it took her seven tries to get them perfect for you so please make sure to show how much you like it

Sayaka will do whatever it is that you want to do, she’ll follow you even if it’s something that she’s secretly scared of or doesn’t like because she knows that as long as you’re there, she can do anything

At the end of the night, you each have a copy of a photo that you took and Sayaka frames that when she gets home, smiling

Your relationship is steady and she loves you so much, she loves everything that you make her do because it gets her out of her comfort zone with someone she trusts

━ RUNA YOMOZUKI ;

She’s got a list of things that she wants to buy you under the pretense that it’s Valentine’s Day (in reality, you don’t let her buy you a bunch of gifts and that makes her go ???)

But the general concept here is an arcade date; she’s going to take you to many arcades so that both of you can win the prizes there, especially the ones that say that they will you a phone of some sort or expensive headphones

She knows a hack on how to get them so she ends up clearing out the machine to the point where the workers aren’t even surprised because she’s such a common customer there

Everything that she wins goes as a present to you, but also, she will buy you a PSP that matches her so that you can both play games and this girl is actually going to send PC parts to your place so that you can make your own PC to play games and get good enough to beat her

She also wants to go to the new candy store opening up near here; if you like candy, she’s dragging you with her and if you don’t, she’s definitely going to make it up to you, but she genuinely wants to go to that shop

Later that night, you get to choose all of the places that you want to go to and she sticks to it, everything you want is what you get

That night, you two go back home and she holds out a necklace, saying that she got another one for her so that both of you could match

It’s actually a locket with a tiny piece of paper in it and it’s a letter that she wrote down how much she cares for you and that she wants you to keep this locket as a reminder

This is the one day where she gets to be really vulnerable and she wouldn’t want to do it with anyone other than you

━ KAEDE MANYUDA ;

Do NOT under any circumstances have him decide what you’re doing on that day, because you’ll find yourself following him into a damn factory to get a tour

Please tell him that you cannot go to a factory for Valentine’s Day because this man has no concept of what is considered romantic or not, he genuinely thought that was romantic

“But we get to see how the machines work!”

Either you help him or Itsuki will smack him upside the head and shove both of you to a specific place where you can have a decent date

The expensive restaurant that you two end up going to is actually really nice and he ends up knowing some of the waiters, leading to you getting a free dessert of your favorite kind

Afterwards, he’s going to take you wherever you want to go and you don’t even need to worry about how expensive it is; if you look at something for more than ten seconds, he’s already getting it and putting it in a basket to buy it for you later

He doesn’t expect anything from you on this day, but you get him a metal ring and he finds himself loving it more than any other lavish present he’s ever gotten

He wears that ring with pride and it’s a reminder to him of his love for you and how he’ll do anything to keep you around with him because he loves you that much

━ ITSUKI SUMERAGI ;

This day is actually really lowkey for her, so depending on what you want to do, she’ll list all the things that she’ll want to do later but for the most part, she just wants to hang out with you for the day

If you guys go to a mall, she’s going to buy you so many clothes that she thinks will look good on you and say they’re a present from her to you

Get her a giant bear, she’ll squeal so loudly people will look directly at her, but she ignores them all because this is a bear from you, it’s a present from you; she now sleeps with that bear at her side at all times, she can’t sleep without it

Once she gets to choose what you two will do, it’s simple, really; she wants to have a picnic in a place where you’ll be able to see the sunset as well as the stars once night falls

She’ll take a basket and a blanket and the basket is just full of your favorite foods, as well as many drinks that it seems impossible that everything fit in there

You’re in a secluded area, but not so far in that she’ll put you in danger, she genuinely wants to be alone with you and watch everything around the both of you

Lie down with her and listen to music with her, she has many playlists and one of them is perfect for this moment not that she ever planned it but she definitely did

The stars, in her eyes, shine brighter than usual and she thinks that it’s because of you or maybe it was because of the day, but either way, she thinks that it’s been an incredible day

She can’t wait to have more days like this with you

━ YUMEMI YUMEMITE ;

She’s probably the most excited about this holiday than everyone else; forget the Valentine’s Day concert that she was going to put on for her fans, she tells Saori to postpone it because it’s her day with you

Obviously she has to go outside with a different outfit than the bright one she goes but this is your opportunity to find a new style for her so that she won’t be recognized easily on the streets

She genuinely wants to see how you would change her look and she tells you to go wild and that she’ll pay for everything

Your entire date for this is both of you finding each other clothes that you’d like or making styles for each other; she’s paying, who do you think she is?

After the spree, she’s going to buy you matching stuffed animals, specifically one that looks like you and her and she’ll give you the one that looks like her

“Look, it’s pink! You can name her Strawberry!”

Drag her everywhere you want to go, she doesn’t even need to be told twice, she likes to see everything that you like

It gets to the point where you’ll have a date at the most common place like the market because she wants to buy a bunch of snacks

After that, she’s going to spoil you at the best restaurant in the country

This girl just does her best to go all out for you on this day because she wants to show that you mean so much to her

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jboofan · 3 years

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Chances 18

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 18 Cake and Tiddies

"Wait," he felt brave, YN looking up at him, had she missed something? He stole a kiss moving away just as the front door opened, saving him from a slap as a massive doberman ran past Taehyung for them.

YN felt a massive weight upon her chest as her attention was momentarily propelled towards Jungkook's face, and the sudden urge to slap him.

She watched Jungkook's face contort from a cheeky smirk to a look of sheer horror in a matter of milliseconds. Before she was able to blink twice, Bam had leapt onto her, their eyes connected and YN swore in that moment she had never been so petrified.

Two large ears flapped in her face, she managed to make out the tail of the massive 6 month old as Jungkook's mind stopped working, unable to compute whether he should save Bam from YN or YN from Bam.

"Oh my god!" Taehyung tried to grab him and lead him away but the dog was having none of it.

Bam barked loudly as the others moved him away.

"Yah!" Jungkook exclaimed, "Ya Bamie did you, did you just bark at me?!"

Bam barked again for good measure until they understood him. Get out the way so I can see YN. Giver of the best behind the ear rubs and extra snacks.

"Ah, the better Jeon," smirked YN now having recovered from the initial assault and walking in behind them.

"Jeon Bam Ssi," she slipped her heels off as Jimin proudly handed her a new pair.

"YN Ssi," he called out reverently, "Please accept these slippers from us," he placed them neatly at her feet and shuffled back.

"So you'll always have your own pair whenever you visit the dorm," Taehyung added, "we didn't get you anything earlier, but we thought you would like these. They're Gucci."

Be nice YN. She told herself. This was going to be hella awkward but it's not your first rodeo!

"Um, thank you. You didn't have to go to such trouble though.." she couldn't believe they had splurged on such an expensive item for her. She almost felt guilty until she played back the last few times they viewed her as entertainment.

Taehyung took her handbag, carefully placed it on the coffee table and ushered her to the sofas with literal stars in his eyes.

"So how was the ride here, you guys are a little late. Was there lots of traffic? Did you like the gardens, they are very pretty when the lights go on. Do you know G-Dragon sunbienim also has a penthouse here. I think it's just a rumour as I've never seen him, and no one seems to have confirmed it.." he looked at her, his mouth in overdrive. "Don't worry, YN," he smiled with that child like boxy smile "You must be thinking oh Taehyung you're not your usual chatterbox self, but don't worry let me get a drink and then I'll feel energised and we can talk some more!"

YN blinked blankly as someone led Bam away and Namjoon arrived to save her from the Kim Radio show.

"YN, thank you for coming," he bowed politely, "We really wanted to treat you to a meal, as part of our apology. On behalf of everyone we are very sorry, but very happy that you decided to come!"

YN felt her ears heat up, "Really, it's fine," she'd managed to look around as everyone was making such an effort. "But you already gave gifts and—"

Jungkook stared off into space it seemed, zoning out as he stood there a stupid smile on his face as he simply gazed at her.

YN looked at him, catching him in the act, watching his cheeks tint in embarrassment.

"Fuck," he choked on his own spit as she caught him, further embarrassed by the sniggers from some of the others.

"Yah, less crushing on YN and more helping Jungkook-ah," Hope giggled as Jungkook mumbled an excuse about the light getting in his eyes as he disappeared off to grab some refreshments.

Jungkook couldn't help but smile as they took seats. He couldn't stop smiling through dinner.

YN spotted the carbonara, and it took simply having a taste to realise.

"Did Bang PD make this?" she put the fork down gently, the swirl of creamy flavour in her mouth.

Jin nodded.

Of course it was, she could recognise that taste anywhere.

"Has he made it for you before too?" he scoffed, "And there I was, thinking he made it for the first time!"

"It's fine," she twisted her fork, "it's still delicious."

For all his faults, he had learned in Italy how to make the perfect pasta, even she couldn't fault the taste. With nothing to say, they fell into quiet, the sound of drinking, cutlery against plates took up all the room.

Jungkook surveyed her, she'd barely touched her dinner. Or any of the other food either.

"If it's too much, don't worry about finishing it," he said as the conversation momentarily halted.

"It's not that," she politely nodded as everyone looked at her. "I'm just not used to eating a lot that's all," she admitted, realising the last time she had eaten well had been a few days ago.

"So is it true?" Jin broke the silence first, sipping his beer, seeing her become uneasy.

"What Seokjin Ssi?" she'd been engrossed in the face they her father had been over here, making her dinner just a few hours ago.

"That you're going to debut? Wah! YN, an idol!"

"I don't consider myself an idol," she shook her head at Him, she never had considered herself one if she really had to think about it, perhaps at a very very long stretch. "I'm a musician."

"We heard you in New York, Bang PD-nim should have had you debut earlier," Hope grinned as he sat down beside Yoongi and searched for a spare fork.

"Have you started on your album?" Taehyung smiled, stars in his eyes that such a producer was joining them for dinner, he sat along with the others hooked on her every word.

"Um, yes. I have some tracks I haven't yet nailed down," as protective as she was on of her craft, YN would fight to the death to protect her full feature album, at all costs. As much as she didn't want to discuss work, working on music was what made her feel alive. But this evening, it felt natural to answer their questions, albeit with caution. She didn't know his members on a close level, if she really admitted it she didn't know much about Jungkook either.

Her eyes momentarily found his, and she couldn't work out the look on his face, but he had stared for ages.

Her hand shook involuntarily, as she placed it back in her lap trying hard to not be so socially awkward. But the more she tried to act warm the harder it felt to do so. She wasn't a naturally talkative person to those she didn't know or had gotten to know. But she didn't question their genuine wanting to apologise to her.

"We would love to collaborate with you!" Jin beamed. "I've actually been working on a follow up song to my tuna one, and if you have time perhaps you could look it over?" He pushed a bowl of freshly cooked prawns towards her.

"Hyung, why the heck would she want to do that," Namjoon asked, embarrassed.

"Why not? It got millions of likes!" he defended.

Jungkook watched her the rest of the evening. The way in which she fielded questions expertly, how she never tired of the endless supply of laughter or how she spoke about wine like a genuine expert.

She doesn't even know how gorgeous she looks when she smiles does she?

"Cmon, there is a wine that you could pair with ice cream?"

Yoongi chuckled, impressed as several names rolled off her tongue. Jungkook snapped out of his daydreams in time for the group to go off and disperse to their agreed duties.

"Hey, weren't you listening?" Yoongi called him again, "me and you are emptying the recycling. Award winning producer, member of the biggest band in the world - reduced to recycling duty," he grumbled.

The evening was beginning to wind down, small groups of conversation scattered around their living room as he watched, jealous as she spent time with everyone else.

Angrily, alone by the window he typed furiously, watching her in the kitchen deep in conversation.

Jungkook was ready to tell her that the petty, heart on fire feeling he was enduring right now was jealousy and he didn't want to share. The chance to tell her that never came.

Not when Namjoon tripped on his slippers, looking down momentarily; just enough time for a rest of the sheet cake that they had gone to several bakeries to locate went flying onto someone.

YN had simply walked a few steps towards the living room, laughter and shouts as music played quietly.

By the time she had heard Namjoon swear, and turned around, it was too late.

"Noo!" she gasped as cake splattered all over her face, cropped top, neck and parts of her arms. YN looked down at her top, gasping as the icing made it's way down her cleavage.

"I am so, so so sorry," she heard, as people came running over with tissues. Jungkook ran to her, to only slip on cake and fall flat on his back with a loud thud. Looking up from the floor, slightly winded he recognised the back of those trousers and hair; YN.

As he clambered back to his feet, as he neared he realised the apologetic looks on their faces, handing her tissues, as Hobi comforting an upset Namjoon and noticed that the rest of the cake was on her just as much as it was on him.

"YN?" he called out to her as he reached her. So angry, YN's ears rang out in a high pitched shrill, as she stood awkwardly, gasping at the cold cake all over her body.

"My c-c-clothes are all r-r-ruined," she managed to say. She looked like she was going to cry.

"Oh God, baby I am so sorry," he said looking at her, not noticing his Freudian slip, or the looks the others swapped with each other. She looked back at him with those big brown doe like eyes, shiny with what looked like anger.

"This is limited edition," she sniffed, closing her eyes as she imagined the dry cleaning bill.

"It's ok we can get you spare clothes, come on, let me help you," he held out his hand as he stepped around the crumbs and bits of cake and frosting.

YN looked around her, she had managed to trap herself in cake, and could feel the cream squelch between her feet, having stupidly left her new gifted Gucci slippers by the table.

Jungkook looked at her. "Come on."

"I can't move," she told him awkwardly.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I said I can't, so I can't. Stop being so, you!"

"You just have to always argue with me don't you? For once do as I tell you!"

"Jeez guys, calm down," Jimin's Busan accent coming out. "If you guys are gonna have a domestic, we'll leave you to it."

Jungkook and YN both turned in unison and gave him a dirty look. Yoongi laughed, "Damn, I think we should make ourselves scarce."

"Not until you've cleared this cake up boys," Jin shouted, as he went off in search of cleaning supplies.

Jungkook rested his hands on his hips, "give me your hands."

"Jeon, if I move I'm going to slip," she managed through gritted teeth. "I've got cake and frosting in my god damn toes, it's stuck to my clothes, and if I lean over I'm gonna give you a free sh—"

He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence and stepped forward through the exploded mess and picked her up. Sad that she weighed barely anything in his arms. How was she not sick from barely eating?

"Careful there's cake everywhere, I don't want to fall," she advised as he walked her towards his room, YN gripping onto his damp shirt to avoid meeting the floor once more.

Her arms snaked around his thick neck, he felt her gently pull on his heart strings and it concerned him, at just how small her wrists were.

"You're not going to fall," he reassured her as he let her down gently just outside his room.

Jungkook opened the door for her, and she walked through gingerly on the heels of her feet to avoid making a further mess. He unbuttoned his shirt as he locked the door after him.

YN scanned the huge room, a massive bed and open wardrobe that took up the whole of one wall asking the other side of the room, and an ajar door, which she hoped led to a bathroom.

So this is his room.

YN wasn't sure what she felt about being in it. Nervous? Apprehensive? Definitely nervous.

Jungkook used his shirt to wipe the rest of the cake off himself and dumped it in the corner. He rummaged through his cupboard and pulled out a T-shirt for her. Sure his room was special to him, and he never allowed people in, but here she was walking around confidently touching his things and he wanted her to.

YN looked around the room for somewhere private to change but the whole room was open plan. He spied her look around, unsure if she was uncomfortable because of him. "What do you think? We're not allowed to buy our own places yet, but my room is big enough. I hope you like it," he shot her with his bunny grin.

"It's fine, I promise not to look, not unless you want me to," he added the last bit just to tease her, but YN was not ready to laugh given the fact she was sure there was cake even up her nose.

Sheepishly, Jungkook turned his back to her, and gentlemanly stayed that way whilst she took off her top and wiped herself down. So much cake in fact, it was easier to jump into the shower but there was no way she was going to do that here, and in front of him, until she looked in the mirror. YN gasped as she saw just how bad she looked.

"You can use the shower if you need to. You've got cake everywhere," he informed her, as though reading her mind.

"Yeah, well you look like your hair's been eating cake too," she said pointing to him.

He looked in the mirror, "Aish" he cursed trying to reach the now sticky frosting the back of his neck between his shoulder blades.

Jungkook handed her a fresh towel and went to sit on the bed, as he heard the shower turned on next door. Several moments later, she emerged in his towel, barefoot with damp hair.

He sat in his trousers, watching her pad over to his wardrobe and click through the hangers as though she was in a store. She picked up, inspected and put back several t-shirts before settling on a black oversized one, and one of his blazers.

"Do you mind?" he gingerly held out a small towel. Slender fingers touched his as she reached out for the face towel.

Jungkook turned his back and she took a moment to appreciate that broad back, the sharp shoulder blades, and those toned muscular back muscles.

He felt the towel gently rub at the dried cream, he took the opportunity to see the two of them in the full length mirror nearby. He stood topless, whilst taking in her towelled figure, beads of water dripped off her bare shoulders and she wiped off the last of it.

Is this how it would be, if we were, a couple?

She finished his back for him and handed it back; the brief touch of her hands on his skin had him in goosebumps.

He watched her silently move away to redress, gulping he reimagined the treasures that lay beneath her lucky towel.

"I should have just slipped into the shower with you, you know - save on the water," Jungkook found himself licking his lips at her, shocked at just how much he enjoyed sex. They'd only done it twice, but now he understood what all the fuss was about!

Jungkook grabbed the end of her towel and playfully tugged it towards him as she gripped it hard. His eyes traced a line of water, as it followed the line of her shoulder, down the curve of her chest, pushed up by the towel as she tried to stop it dropping.

"I need to ask you something," he managed, chest to towel.

"And it can't wait til I've dressed? You still have cake down your back," she moved her hands away to avoid getting messy again.

Jungkook licked his lips, drawing her closer and pulling her towel clean off her.

She gasped as she felt the towel removed from her body, and Jungkook's mouth firmly latched onto a nipple.

"Jungkook?!" she gasped as he sucked harder, pulling more of her breast into his mouth. Hands pushed against his shoulders to try and unlatch him. "Ow! Jeon get off me! There's no milk in there, why the fuck are you sucking so hard!" she almost screamed in his ears, unable to get the grown man off her.

She heard his belt buckle hit the carpet, and he wiggled out of his boxers and athletically picked her up, stalking back into the shower with her; pulling her back under the shower again.

"Don't be angry at me," he finally came up for air, licking his hand and moving it back down her legs.

"I didn't get angry at you. I am angry at this situation," she slapped his hand away as she felt it feel for her pussy.

"Don't get angry at your man," he told her again as he lowered her back to the shower floor, before getting down on his own knees pushing his tongue into her pussy, licking at her like she was covered in honey.

"You are most definitely not my man," she opened her legs wider for him. "Just because I let you fuck me doesn't mean that's who you are."

His tongue flicked harder before pulling away to look up at her. "You're my first and last," he told her again, no matter how many times, he would keep saying it until she believed him.

"I'm the only one allowed to fuck you, ever. End of story," he slapped her pussy with his hand as she gasped, and slapped his face.

She watched his jaw harden as he stood up to his full height again.

"Don't slap any part of me. Am I clear?" YN pulled back her hand and put space between them.

"And I am not your anything."

"I can change that. I got a marriage licence in my desk drawer. Let's fix that right now baby girl."

"No thanks. This is sex. Pure and simple. If you're gonna catch feelings this isn't going to work."

Jungkook pulled her aggressively towards him, squeezing her ass as he bit her nipples again.

"I told you already Mrs Jeon. I fucked you and only you. That's it. I don't need anyone else. Besides," he kneeled down and kissed her folds again, looking up at her for a reaction, "I know you prefer us to have sex at yours and not here. I'm not going to take you in the shower, at least not right here" he began licking her again, loud slurps as he enjoyed his dessert, feeling her wash the remainder of cake off him with the shower head as he did so.

"You need to stop," she tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Your friends are all outside," she reminded him between moans.

Annoyed at the fact she was right, he followed her out the shower as she dried off for a second time, admiring her as she slipped into her underwear, pulling one of his t-shirts on, and then his blazer before rubbing her damp hair with the towel.

Jungkook looked at her, she'd wore his T-shirt like a dress and somehow made it look as though it was always meant to be worn that way. She held her towel in her hands and walked past him to sit down at his dresser to dry her hair. Jungkook tried not to stare at her, as he smelt the scent of his shower gel on her.

YN sat with her back to him, carefully drying her hair. He was soon behind her again, gently moving her locks from her shoulder to kiss it.

"I want to go home please."

He looked up, their eyes locked in the mirror and he knew that despite her not being angry at him, she was still upset at having had cake thrown at her.

"Sure," he gave her one last kiss before walking off to his bed and pulling fresh joggers back on.

Jungkook rooted for a spare T-shirt and pulled it over his head, hoping she would change her mind. YN sneaked in a quick glance of his bare chest before turning away.

They both headed to the door at the same time. YN turned to face him. "Um, thank you," she managed. It pained her to say the words, as she thought back to what was waiting for her outside.

"He didn't mean it. They really wanted to make it up to you. They want to be friends with you. I want you all to get along."

"Please, I don't want to talk about it, I'm still trying to forget that." She shook her head and unlocked the door.

Coming here was a bad idea.

Jungkook locked the door again, unsure what she was thinking, but it couldn't have been good.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of my hyungs. I need to talk to you. Please, let me date you. Let me show you I can be your boyfriend. You don't need someone like Kai. You need me. I want you to need me. I need you to want me like I want you."

YN was confused. This conversation, there was no happy ending to it. He was apologising to her for the cake, acknowledging what she had done to him, he was sharing feelings. She tried hard to ignore her phone, as it went off at the worst time ever. She recognised the ringtone.

"I cannot be anything to you. You know I can't. And you know you can't be anything to me either."

YN shook her head, in the back of her mind, she could still see his eyes closed, the pain in his voice danced in front of him, large hues of red, he was angry at her. "ARMY would never accept us. Bang would never accept us."

"I'll be anything you want me to be, just don't end this," he moved closer to her. "If you don't want to be my girlfriend, then I'll accept it," he said with a heavy heart, "we can be part time."

"Part time? What are you talking about? I just want to go home please."

"Friends that fuck each other. I'll take that if that's all that's on the table."

Jungkook snatched her ringing phone from her hand, and saw the caller ID. It was a BM something.

"Annyeonghaseyo," she cleared her voice as she looked him in the eye with soft eyes, watching his grip loosen on the phone as she answered it.

"I'm out at the minute. Will be back in abit. I'll call you back.."

Jungkook listened as the male voice asked where she was, and if she was alright, when she said nothing at all except she was out and on her way back home shortly he waited for her to cut the call.

"Who was that?"

"A friend," she slipped the phone back into her pocket.

"Why not say where you are. Tell him the truth, that you were with me," Jungkook told her after.

Wait, why did I just say that?

"Please unlock the door," her voice cleared as he stood so close to her. He stared at her lips, and found it hard to look away. He couldn't help it. When he was around her, he was a pervert and he couldn't stop himself.

Jungkook felt her tense under his touch, at the mere mention of his inner thoughts. He wasn't sure if he said something wrong or what, but she flashed him that irritated scowl she gave with her custom roll of the eyes he was getting to know so well. So he got brave and pushed the conversation further.

"Why is your friend calling so late?"

"I don't know. I said I would return his call later at a more suitable time." She felt her phone ping, but now was not the time to answer it.

"Are you free tomorrow, maybe we could grab some lunch?" he asked to keep her attention but it was waning as she was ready to go.

"I'm in the studio tomorrow."

"You're always in the studio. Why is he making you work too hard?" he asked concentrating on her waist, as he slid a hand past her waist, to the door handle and kept it firmly there.

"If you were having to make your debut album, I would try to understand the need for you to be there," she looked at him unimpressed, "And Bang Ssi doesn't make me do anything, he lets me do everything. I enjoy working for him, even if I do need a small break sometimes."

“Nice to have a break, then,” he points out the obvious and she rolls her eyes at him.

The awkward goodbye to his members, the even more awkward silence in the car was almost unbearable.

Jungkook sat, depressed at the realisation that his possible chances of convincing YN he was good boyfriend material went out the window, when that cake hit her in the face.

"Maybe I can call you tomorrow?" he asked as they passed the last set of traffic lights to her complex car park. A few more minutes and they would be there; which meant he had approximately three minutes of her company left.

Her long lashes looked back at him. "Even if I say no, you don't seem to know how to follow that instruction."

YN gave up ignoring the barrage of messages in the BIG TIDDIE COMMITTEE group chat. If she didn't at least reply in there, it wouldnt be long before one of them called her again. She tapped a few replies quickly, before dropping it into her handbag and reached for her keys.

He smirked. She was still being sarcastic, which meant she hadn't given up the effort to insult him. He was still in with a chance.

Jungkook looked over at her, glimpsing her one last time, even the car park lights failed to make her look less than stunning to him. She was back on her phone, not wanting to say anything for fear she would upset him.

They again sat in silence until the sound of her unbuckling her seatbelt caught his attention.

"Thank you for driving me back. You should go," the door opened and she was already beginning to turn away from him.

Panicked, Jungkook grabbed her arm, causing her to look back at him in confusion.

"There's fog so you should ensure you drive with your fog lights on," she advised, "56% of drivers who drive when they are tired are more than 83% likely to have an accident, especially in poor driving conditions."

Jungkook, whipped off his seatbelt and leaned over to her, catching her lips with his. He kissed her lightly, but the thought of saying goodbye had him feeling upset, as he pushed his lips harder for a stolen few more.

YN looked shocked. She felt shocked. After the rough night it still surprised her that this muscle bunny was still so happy to be here with her.

She forced herself to not overthink it for once, and finally responded to the one sided kisses with one simple one of her own.

YN dipped her head ever so slightly to the side, gently meeting his kisses with just the one. She always did believe in quality over quantity.

Jungkook excited, was ready to kill the engine, follow her into her apartment, and make sure that he slide his tongue into her mouth for some action tonight.

But part of him knew that when YN said something she meant it, and she always meant what she said. YN wasn't even entertaining the rarest possibility of turning sex into something more meaningful - not that what he felt, what she evoked in him when they were together was nothing short of unthinkable.

I need to stop hoping for more. Take what she gives.

YN give him just one, small good bye kiss. It was definitely what the Google explanation he had read earlier that day described it as. It was soft, sweet and lingered just the right amount.

And it left him feeling brain-dead.

He watched her as she stepped out fully and headed for the doors, her pass letting her in and the doors closing behind.

Grinning to himself he sat there, engine switched off, repeatedly touching his puckered lips repeatedly, vowing to never wash them again.

He swore his face hurt from smiling so hard, and after ages he finally fired up his car to leave. The tingly feeling he felt was suddenly instead replaced by nervousness as he watched a car pull up, a large hooded figure rang the intercom and waited, as he recognised what was definitely YN greet him at the residents entrance.

"What the hell," he muttered, fists white as he clutched the steering wheel too tightly, as the man he definitely recognised from New York hugged her and then opened the door to his car for her.

"What the fuck?"

@craftymoonchaos

#bts jungkook #jungkook imagines #bts #bts imagines #jungkook fluff #jungkook x yn #bts smau #bts social media au #jungkook x reader #bts smut

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got7ent · 3 years

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[BamBam] Zero Power Baby Meow Moment! Bami's HORROR Special😸

#bambam #got7 #bb:solo #bb:youtube #210929 #Youtube

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raydaug · 4 years

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would you ever be interested in writing kirari as a housepet???

No, I wouldn’t. To be truthful, Kirari as a house pet feels like it’s missing the point of her character. She’s already a house pet to the Bami clan; bound by their traditions and expectations. Terano says explicitly that even as the matriarch, Kirari can’t break her chains. That’s (presumably) why Kirari and Ririka have gone to war with the Clan; for their freedom.

If it’s a question of karma, of Kirari getting “what she deserves,” that’s what I was going for with Charybdis. Turning her own system against her in a way she never planned for. Disempowering and subjecting Kirari to the horrors and abuses of being a house pet feels really gross to me and contrary to the source material, which has kept house pets and life plans in the periphery. Not to mention the practical matter that if Kirari ever was left to the mercy of the students she terrorized, she would be dead (or worse) in less than a week.

#anonymous ask #kakegurui #kakegurui xx #momobami kirari #kirari momobami

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Kakegurui: Psychological Analysis of Yumeko Jabami (Anime)

This is a description of the ENTP personality type:

https://www.16personalities.com/entp-personality

Pathological gambling presents itself in ways akin to Yumeko's derangement:

https://www.ukessays.com/essays/psychology/a-study-on-pathological-gambling-as-an-addiction-psychology-essay.php

(Note the latter source is theoretical. It is possible psychosexual and nurture-related factors contribute to gambling addiction.)

The neuroscience behind pathological gambling directly aligns with Yumeko's mindsets and functions:

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3858640/

Color Symbolism Theory:

https://bloodorangesangria.tumblr.com/post/162532139590/kakegurui-color-theory-yumeko-jabamired

Footnotes:

Yumeko is Kakegurui in the form of a character. The series itself is tailored specifically towards her. She is the essence of gambling, addiction, and the combination of both. She symbolizes a myriad of different concepts such as capitalism and Christianity. While Kirari embodies God, she represents Satan. This is implicated in the first opening theme, which is fittingly titled "Deal With the Devil"; this "deal" is the agreement to gamble with Yumeko. She and Kirari appear in the track encompassed by fruit and fish. The former alludes to the serpent's enticements in the Adam and Eve anecdote while the latter refers to Ichthys, a fish-shaped acrostic deemed sacred by the early Church. Because Kirari often compares the order she has established to an aquarium, let us assume the fish is her insignia. The fish may also insinuate the duo are manifestations of Yin and Yang, which is reasonable considering their black and white designs, but this is less likely. In addition, a shot where Midari shoots a girl whose head is a strawberry is featured --- after shooting, a banner stating "Heaven or Hell" appears. In terms of roles and actions in the series, Yumeko carries the debts of others, disrupting the system, and Kirari maintains the debt system itself. This symbolism also exposes some undertones of Christianity, as Yumeko and Kirari are not the polar opposites people perceive God and Satan to be. The color schemes of their designs differ entirely. Black is a prominent color in Yumeko's design, signifying darkness, and Kirari's design is primarily white, representing light. However, these can also represent other notions. Black is associated with mystery, rebellion, sophistication, elegance, formality, aggression, evil, power, strength, seriousness, and authority. Kirari is the authority of the school despite this representation, but Yumeko is gradually climbing up the hierarchical ladder, nevertheless. Given Yumeko's well-kempt, 'yamato nadeshiko' appearance and courteous dialogue, the messages of formality, elegance, and sophistication are valid. However, this design is also reminiscent of many symbols in Japanese horror such as Tomie, Enma, and Sadako. It implies she is a mixture of both and further reinforces her duality. Her breaching of Kirari's system is rebellious, and her largely unenumerated background is mysterious. Regardless of these alignments, darkness suits her as well. Elementally speaking, red and black are respectively affiliated with fire and water, further reinforcing the notion Yumeko has duality. Meanwhile, Kirari's white color is incredibly contradictory, but this is not an analysis of her, so I shall not digress. I will probably analyze her in the future.

Regarding capitalism, the gambling den which serves as the setting of Kakegurui and each of its ties comprise a purely capitalist society. Money is the key to both power and caliber. Yumeko passively defies the system, which exemplifies her alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Kirari and her accomplices such as Runa, Sayaka, Midari, and Yuriko are the government; they perpetuate the class system. The -bami clan has politics of its own and can torture and rampage as much as it wishes due to the money and authority it possesses. Yumeko is a member of this clan but seems to be quite disinterested in its affairs. Many of her relatives are or were dedicated gamblers, so it seems to have become second nature to her. For example, her older sister lost her sanity after risking everything in a clan conflict, resulting in hospitalization. Yumeko's parents died of allegedly unknown causes, insinuating their demises were concealed by the clan and involved them.

When asked by Mary if she was familiar with any of the -bami students, she hesitated and then answered dismissively, which was clearly fabricated. She seems not at all bothered by this baggage, meaning she either suffers from self-induced denial or genuinely does not care. Rei, who had a pleasant relationship with Yumeko's sister before her hospitalization, took her apathy personally, inquiring about whether she felt any guilt towards those she has obliterated via gambling. Yumeko's response was the epitome of addiction: she claimed to feel guilt for not feeling guilt. When Rei unintentionally walked into Yumeko's sister's hospital room while Yumeko was visiting, she saw little sympathy in her eyes. She adds the following inquiry: "Do you know what it feels like too? When a person sinks into despair?" The manner in which she phrased this refers to both her sister and herself. Given Yumeko's circumstances, she most likely "sank into despair" and coped through gambling. However, referring back to "feeling guilt for not feeling guilt", this guilt could have consumed her. The powerful possibility exists she and her sister were in similar situations, but it could also be quite the opposite, resulting in disconnection and therefore apathy. This apathy may be innate as well.

This leads to the core of my theory. Yumeko was born into a gambling family and conditioned into valuing it. She was likely born detached from others and genetically more susceptible to addiction due to the family's customs, but her current state was probably ignited by conditioning as well. The Jabami family was a lower-tier party in the -bami clan, and the capitalist theme of Kakegurui comes into play here, as they possibly gambled for a higher position in the clan --- or simply for the thrill like Yumeko. It would also be psychologically plausible for Yumeko to have experienced trauma due to the clan's harsh and violent ways. Torture was commonplace in several branches of said clan, and Yumeko may have witnessed some of it due to the loss of her family or the natural process of living in this environment. Being poisoned in Season 2 did not seem to affect her greatly; she may be emotionally numb to these acts due to past experiences, or she could have merely been born this manner. She never reacted to Rei's enrollment in the academy either, meaning she was either apathetic or unsurprised. Her relationship with Rei before the events of the story is unknown but most probably meager and distant, founded solely on external observations such as those acquired during the two's mutual visit to the hospital or the auction gamble towards the end of Season 2. The girl has a photographic memory and excellent analysis skills but nonetheless resorts to hunches to shake gambles up; were these characteristics attained over time because of her experienced past in gambling, were they present at birth, or are both the case? Notice my repetitive usage of the terms "either" and "or"; much of this is hypothetical. It is ultimately an enigma whether nature or nurture was the dominant factor contributing to her instability, but both seem to have played a role. Some people are born like Yumeko, others obtain her identity over time, and some are the result of a mixture. Another aspect of her identity implying sheltering and isolation is her lack of familiarity with basic popular culture, but anhedonia and hedonism may have lead to a general absence of interest in the most simplistic of hobbies, which is similar to Midari's situation and another reason the latter empathizes with her.

Yumeko is aware of her gambling addiction, and she is obviously correct, but has she been formally diagnosed? She may have been evaluated when her sister was hospitalized to ensure she would not meet an identical fate; this is not evident, however. It was practically a given for her to be a gambling addict due to her lineage. When push comes to shove, nobody will risk anything they cannot afford to sacrifice. Yumeko has absolutely nothing worth living for and resorts to gambling because it is the final shred of her identity remaining despite her loss. Since it is her lifeline, she assigns different purposes and emotions to it such as lust. Nothing else will satisfy her, so she must force this fetish on herself. Many other members of her clan deal with the same issue because of filial traditions. Gambling preserves and defines her being rather than the loved ones she does not have, so she never quits. She associates the thrills of gambling with those of intercourse to cope with a lack of affection, which is additionally a habit of Midari's and the main reason Midari resonates with her. Despite her fixation on gambling and disregard for those she harms, she does not gamble for the purpose of hurting others, and she seems to possess a morsel of kindness. She wishes for everyone to experience the same thrill she does but cannot comprehend the fact they lack her passions and mindsets. She is also shown to have some level of integrity, as she never cheats and seldom bluffs. This enhances the experience of the game to her, but it may also be a sign of "guilt for not feeling guilt". In Yumeko's unfinished game with Midari during Season 1, she plainly stated she is incapable of feeling fear. Is this natural for her, was it acquired through intense suffering, or are both the case? I honestly believe Yumeko gambles partially due to her "guilt for not feeling guilt". She wishes for someone to strip her of everything she has as punishment for her apathy or any past errors she committed in regards to her late and incapacitated relatives. While she claims she cannot feel fear, one reason other than addiction which motivates her to try whilst gambling is fear of being defeated and having to face herself. She lacks the courage to accept it on her own. Paradoxically, she is utilizing her addiction to scold her for her addiction, and she is risking what she does not need because there is nothing else to sacrifice. She has lost everything.

Why does Yumeko abhor Midari? Their desires are very similar, but Yumeko prefers an intellectual challenge rather than a game of chance. I hypothesize Yumeko relates to Midari in a way which causes insecurities and "guilt for not feeling guilt". Essentially, Midari hits too close to home and is a more impulsive, minimalistic, dramatic, blunt version of her minus the clan controversies.

This character is the subject of the show and is considered a foil; instead of independently developing, she contrasts with others like Yumemi and Sayaka to facilitate their development . . . thus far. This is one of she and Suzui's only similarities.

On multiple occasions, Yumeko is compared to a Joker. As aforementioned, Yumeko has duality, and Jokers are very versatile in a deck of cards depending on the game one employs them for. In Wicca, the Joker is represented by the number zero, a character which includes the meanings of all or nothing, stoicism and comedy, wisdom and idiocy, and delight and despair. The message a joker brings is cryptic, disguised, and mysterious. There are typically two in each deck --- dual jokers. Playing cards have been in existence for more than a millennium, but jokers were added fairly later; the system Kirari established thrived for quite some time, but Yumeko appeared and challenged its rules, much like the Joker.

"Yumeko" translates to "dream child"; at first glance, she seems too good to be true as if she came out of a dream, but in truth, she is diabolical and sly as if she came out of a nightmare. Her surname contains several meanings. The translation "heavy drinker" alludes to her addiction. "Snake", "serpent", "bite", "eat", "drink", and "receive a blow" are other potential solutions. The idiom "snake in the grass" applies to Yumeko and may be one reference appended to the translation; she "thirsts" or "hungers" for gambling. In "Deal With the Devil", she is shown removing Suzui's tie with utensils, preparing to "consume" him with her nature. Her eventful and detrimental background may have “taken a blow” to her sanity. Most importantly, "serpent" may relate to the Adam and Eve tale, making the fruit in "Deal With the Devil" a symbol of her. She succumbs to her desires and encourages others to do the same. Kirari, Rei, and many other characters in Kakegurui are also members of the -bami clan, so "bite" is a section of their names' translations as well, but "snake" is not, making this biblical reference uniquely her own whilst "bite" originates from the nature of her clan.

Yumeko's personality type is easily ENTP. Her extension is A, and her alignment is chaotic neutral. Laws matter little to her, but she is not particularly invested in specific platforms either. The woman's insecurities are subtle to the extent of nonexistent, she is very straightforward and simple-minded, she is able to maintain conversations and presence in given situations, and she is largely separated from reality, which is mostly by choice. Her manipulative rhetoric in tense situations would be quite resourceful in a debate, and since ENTPs are frequently referred to as Debaters, this is sensible. Kirari is an ENTJ-A, which further defends my argument about the two being similar despite representing God and Satan. Hence, her acronym stands for “Extroverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Prospecting, Assertive”. The enneagram is highly controversial, so it shall not be applied to Yumeko.

"Insanity is repeating the same action again and again whilst expecting different results." -Unknown

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tsubakura-enraku · 2 years

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the inexplicable senri vessel

#lenen #len'en #tsurubami senri #len'en horror au #horror!bami #tw body horror #my art #THIS TOOK ME 4 DAYS TO DO #I FELT LIKE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING HALF THE TIME #BUT IT TURNED OUT SO GOOD hhhgggggg im so proud of it

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lemonietrinket · 5 years

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Baby Baby ||| Doyoung x Reader

Genre: Peaceful Fluff Warnings: None Wordcount: 1144 Song: Baby Baby - Winner

AN: A request from @idont-knowabrian - my first request! I hope it turned out the way you wanted. If it did not, then, let me know, and I will try again :’)

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Lights possessed a strange glow in the bar - a delicate yet rich fuschia mixed with golden hues of the naked light bulbs lining the walls, and traversed the glittering eyes and ink-drafted skin of the people dotted around the room. Their voices were whispered, polite yet hushed, as if their words were not designed for the outside world’s ears. Ice cubes danced a swirling waltz in glasses as they were swept around the room, from one bejewelled hand to the next. The woman at the bar swept the cloth around a clear cylinder, the base engraved with the calligraphed ‘M’ of the lounge - an initial shared by the owner that many spoke of but few knew in person. Her colleague sighed gently, not of tiredness or exasperation, but rather relief, as the clientele held their ground elsewhere. They were no doubt more drawn to the clustering of famous faces, either littering the walls and crowned by brass frames, or reclining in the corners of the lounge.

As the waiter poured a tamed cascade of alcohol that reeked of money into the gently twisted glass near your face, you realised you did not mind who was in the room, just as long as they came nowhere near your table. The bubbles fizzed and rose as if in applause to the distant saxophone that sounded from a separate area of the bar. A guitar reverberated alongside the saxophone’s arc. They were a pair of simple symphonies, unmatched with one another, and they lead your thoughts into strange geometry, leaving sleep to watch from the sidelines.

It had been a long, long day. The arches of your feet ached, even as you stretched your toes. Your heels were abandoned beside them, polished charcoal hidden in the shadows. Your elbows dug into the wood of the table, the edge of the placemat etching a strange, half-pattern into your skin. For a moment the awareness of a loose strand of hair slipping from its knot slithered into your brain, but with the pressure of your closed eyes, you forced it gone.

The asymmetrical tune of the instruments began to jar in your head, but the night had yet to find its end. The charity event had thinned, but there were still some prominent figureheads to shake hands with - you presumed at the very least that this was the reasoning for Doyoung’s extended departure.

You regretted suggesting the shopping trip that early afternoon, especially after the meeting of the morning - the magnitude of men in bawdy yet extortionately expensive suits, the mulling of jargon and the open-ended conclusion that left an end perhaps more vague than it had been before. There were many things you regretted - lying in bed just that little bit too long, purchasing one too many earrings from La Belle’s, the decision to wear the dress instead of the jumpsuit which wouldn’t have left you shivering whenever the doors opened. Though not much could be done now.

The seat opposite you was empty, and you wondered where Yuta had gone. Johnny you knew had gone to get some food from the buffet, and had likely gotten distracted with something beautiful, and Doyoung you guessed was attending to business, but Yuta? You didn’t fancy hooking him away from another small harem of women like last time. You thought him sensible enough to not flirt with a CEO’s wife again but, how were you to know for sure. Maybe he had gone with Johnny. You relinquished yourself to the naivety of hoping that so.

There was a polite round of applause that coincided with the firm stride of someone walking towards your table. Jazz dwindled with the crowd, while over the muted speakers came a song you knew much better. You lifted your heavy eyes, ignoring the likelihood of your dark eye circles seeping through your makeup, and greeted the sight of Doyoung with exhausted joy.

His tuxedo was ever so slightly rumpled, bow-tie discarded around his neck. He didn’t look at you as he took his seat to your left, before folding his arms upon the table and letting his composure drop. His shoulders slouched, his back curled, and a deep breath escaped his lips.

Soon, he worked up the effort to incline his head towards you, expression filled with a confidence granted by tiredness alone, to meet your gaze. His dark eyes glistened in the low light, providing a welcoming pool of comfort in the mist of the late evening.

“Get caught up?” you enquired, your voice barely even a whisper.

He nodded, his tone matching yours. “Mr Kim. Not the nice Mr Kim either...” He sighed. “They should pay me overtime for dealing with that... horror!”

You chuckled quietly. “It’s ok, he’s not here.” You shifted across the sofa, resting your head upon his shoulder, your arm sweeping up and just barely grasping the cloth of his jacket by your head. “I hope.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry. We’ll head home soon. Try to stay awake?”

You whined, pressing yourself closer to his comfort. “How soon?”

“Well, once I’ve made sure I’ve said hello to the bare minimum of people I need to, then we can get in the car, drive the shortcut home, and immediately collapse into bed. Sounds good?” He nuzzled his cheek against your crown, eyes coming to a close.

“Yay!” you said with as much energy you could muster, which wasn’t much.

And then the realisation hit you. “Doyoung? We didn’t come in the car.”

You felt the weight of his head immediately lift off of yours, as his body stiffened. You sat up with him, steadying yourself with a hand upon his shoulder instead. His eyes darted around the room in thought. “We got a lift from Johnny, remember?”

“Oh.” His face twisted into disappointment. “We did, didn’t we.”

“And Yuta,” you added.

He grimaced at that. “Oh no...”

“We’re... not going home early tonight are we?”

He shook his head.

“Great,” you groaned.

The silence of disdain draped your table, the bubbles of the alcohol perspiring within the dulled magenta of the wine. Doyoung cleared his throat, large hands caressing your shoulders, before bringing you close to his chest. His fingers carefully rested in your hair, enjoying your proximity. “You can still have a nap though, love.”

You almost protested, a sharp edge of bravery sparking your energy up. Until his lips pressed a kiss onto the top of your head, and you felt the responsibilities of the earth melt away.

Instead, your thoughts focused upon the melody surrounding you, its bittersweet sadness inviting sleep to dance once more, carrying your thoughts away.

The final thing you heard before you drifted off, was Doyoung’s voice - high and smooth and sweet - singing along with the stereo.

“Baby, baby... i bami sirheoyo... Baby baby... honjaga sirheoyo...”

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