#i almost gave up and i kinda regretted becoming a social worker

[niallandtommo]

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[birdlingstarot]

tl✨🐉 here to give more details!! the dreams have essentially followed me traveling and taking stops in places deep in nature with all sorts of my friends and acquaintances. i remember knowing that there was something i had to do, a reason for my travels. one of the dreams had me spending time with a love interest im unfamiliar with. these dreams leave me feeling almost relieved and excited during the day. i hope that makes sense!!

Hello  🌻 tl✨🐉!

Really sorry for the long wait. I really hope you did remember or had some reminisce of your dreams. 😅 They sound so amazing and fun! I’m really happy and glad to hear that your dreams gave you great vibes and energy during the day, I hope you will continue to dream about those that will give you positive energy! 🤗🤗🤗

A little birdie told me this 🕊

What is the significance of your dreams?

4 of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords, Knight of Pentacles, Knight of Swords, 6 of Swords, 2 of Wands, Queen of Cups, Queen of Swords, 5 of Wands, XXI - The World

You are in a very creative and passionate mindset and could even be considered one of the higher peak in creativity thus far in your life. You exude a jolly attitude as you go through life which in turn attracted people to you, enforcing your social connections. It feels as though everything is going fine, well and dandy, that nothing can stop you from achieving or getting what you want and that’s true. 

However, you had attained much and is at risk of suffocating yourself by yourself and/or the things you had attained. It is time for careful consideration on whether you should pursue a particular goal / thing or if they are really worth it as well as if there would be a need to let go of what you currently have in order to attain what you desire. 

In addition, look at the things you had attained and determine if they had overstayed their welcome/stay. Had they served their purpose such as making you happy? Is it time to let them go? There might be a risk of stagnation within what you had attained, such as knowledge you learnt but did not tap into as well as physical things or relationships. It might also be time to clear the clutter in your room. Take the time to tidy up your room and separate the things that you don’t need or want from those that you do. Appreciate and thank those that you plan to let go and go through with it.

Make sure to slow down and appreciate what you have as well as to see things as how there are, especially the big picture. It is good that you are motivated and passionate but remember to put on brakes in order to reduce and/or avoid the chance of being burnt out and/or a crash. 

Generally speaking, it is a period of contentedness and there is a low to none chance of anything too bad to come from it. 

This could also signify a connection with your soulmate, twin flame or potential life partner. The both of you are in a state of contentedness and had connected with each other. One of you (the more feminine energy) has likely discovered one or more of her passion and is doing it while the other (the more masculine energy) has likely achieved a long-term financial or more materialistic goal of his - this can be anything from monetary to family improvements. Kinda like a small, light breeze that blew pass the both of you, carrying the message and reassurance to the other that you are doing just fine.

You had likely experienced a tough time and the dreams are indicating to you that they had finally passed, that you are able to shake off their hold on you. You had gained a total and impartial view, transformed and ready to overcome what had happened and should grab the opportunities (there are quite a few) that are presented in front of you as you are capable of dealing with it currently. This ‘tough time’ do not in fact need to be recent but rather something that had been weighing on you and you are now finally letting it go, learning and moving forward in your life. 

You are and had been a very resilient worker, practical and taking initiative. You could be seen as egocentric and unconcerned with others’ feelings as long as you achieve your goal. However, it is that that aided you in overcoming your negative situation, to be confident and not let others influence your decision on what’s best for you. (As much as it can do you good in unfavourable situations and relationships, it should not bleed into your more favourable ones.) You could also be easily be caught between laziness and indifference, lacking passion and motivation, which is all the more reason to grab at the opportunities presented in front of you while you are in the state of high motivation and passion, even if it is just your heart telling you to do so. Don’t let your fear stop you from pursuing your passion.

Currently, you are very active and ready to overcome whatever’s thrown your way whether it is a fight or a challenge from others or from yourself, your own mind, fears etc. This came from the passion and peak in the creativity juice mentioned initially. Due to this, you are able to realise your limitations as well which is likely linked to impetuosity. In this state, remember to communicate clearly and calmly with others your ideas, views and opinions as in this state, you are prone to spikes in being sharp-tongued and negative emotions such as anger and resort to arguments. Keep calm and talk it out, understand each other and compromise, find a middle ground and reduce any unnecessary arguments. 

It is a time for you to distance yourself and face change. Is there anything new you want to try? Is there a change in environment? Friend group? Certain personal views and values? There’s a move towards new ideas and/or solutions to things and you are intelligent and in a good position to direct, shift and adapt to the changes. Changes are needed to avoid stagnation, dissatisfaction or even instability. This is the time to take on a new and exciting adventure, to try new things and explore. This does not mean that you abandon all that you had been doing but rather taking on all that you had learnt onto your new adventure. A chapter of your life has passed and a new one is opening for you. It is a happy moment and something to celebrate! Enjoy yourself on this journey of a new chapter despite what you might face. This could very well be a shift towards the direction of your passion and your guided path in this life. This is also related to the second and third paragraph regarding stagnation of what you had acquired etc.

However, due to this change, a rivalry of two opposing forces may arise due to an accumulation of desires from both parties. This could be a rebelling against the limitations imposed on you by a third party as you are protecting what you believe in and/or what you are passionate about. This situation could bring regrets, radical changes, surprises and even positive unexpected events. Before making your move, evaluate what is the best course of action to reduce/prevent the rise or continued rise of conflict and rivalry which would cause you restlessness and unhappiness. 

Currently, you are represented by the Queen of Cups. You are very well capable of spreading affection and spontaneity. You are maternal and intuitive, you can completely trust your intuition during this period which further encourages you to reach out for the opportunities presented in front of you during this period if you so wished after careful consideration on your part. 

However, at the same time, you are at risk of becoming a attractive and dangerous person, dishonest and capable of creating misunderstandings and scandals. Remember to stay true to yourself and be honest with others. Refrain from lying to get what you desire in the short-term, rather build a trustworthy long-term relationship with the person you spoke to. If you do not wish to share or talk about certain things, instead of making up a lie to cover up or get out of the situation, simply explain that you are not comfortable or need more time to yourself before speaking to them about it.

You are in a very positive, healing state and emotionally fulfilled. As giving as you can be, you could become unintentionally insensitive to others as you are at a high point in your life. This is something you should be careful of to reduce potential conflict which results in restlessness and unhappiness and connected to the eighth paragraph regarding being seen as egocentric and unconcerned with others’ feelings. 

The dreams are an indication and even a preparation for this new chapter in your life. In this new chapter, there will be something unexpected and positive that will occur which brings about new desires, adventure, projects and successes. You should be clear about the actual situation in order to choose the most honest way to face this new and brilliant project and you are in fact guided to it. This could very well be related to finding your passion or your path to your passion and this is just the first spark. This will be a new and exciting adventure, prepare yourself! 😁 [There is a mischievous energy in the air, so be sure to learn and let go of negative impacts on yourself despite its source, get up and face the chapter with a child-like innocence and curiosity. Just because you are growing up, does not mean that you must lose that child-like attitude completely. Enjoy and have fun!]

In this new chapter, you are learning to tap into the Queen of Swords energy which is the personification of an ideal of wisdom, intelligence and brilliance, matured from delusions, privations or from problems that had been dealt with and overcame. Experiences, whether good or bad, served as an enrichment not as a motive for vendetta or wickedness. Remember that your experiences will enable you to deal with and better manage whatever happens, directing it towards positive and constructive outcomes. Generally, being true to yourself, learn from your experiences and let go of any negative feelings you have towards anything or anyone. This will embody you in a confident and carefree energy which is enjoyable to you and the people around you and very attractive.

This journey is necessary towards the slow but constant and determined evolution towards success, fullness, towards one’s real personal and professional objectives, as if towards the discovery of a new balance at the peak of a cycle. You are protected and guided, undoubtedly. In this new chapter, there could be events that will alter the path and future of your life and you are being guided, so don’t worry. In this new chapter, you are to have fun and enjoy it. To improve and mature does not necessarily mean you have to go through extremely tough times. 

There’s a huge emphasis on fun and enjoyment and in this chapter, you are meant to do and experience that. Don’t worry too much about things or let things weigh you down for too long. It is tough but it is part of what you have to learn, to let go of things, to not take everything too seriously. This chapter has a main focus on your happiness as well as happiness through healing, communication, passion and the root of you, being the true you, finding the true you. 

Again, have fun, be happy and enjoy yourself on this journey!

I might even need to bold and capitalise them. 🤣

HAPPY. EXCITING. FUN. ENJOY.

We hope this had helped you, 🌻 tl✨🐉!

For now, the little birdie shall return home 🏡 ~ Ring our doorbell whenever!

Rest well 💤 ~

[littlemisskookie]

Four Letters: Ch 3

Four Letters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Ship: FWB!Jungkook | IceQueen!Reader | Yoongi Description: College!AU. Enemies to Lovers. Your icy exterior makes it seem as though you dislike everyone- which is partially true. But the one person you truly dislike is the cocky frat boy Jeon Jungkook. Warnings: Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasms, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Intercourse, Creampie, Gagging, Light Bondage, Dom!Jungkook, Degrading Names, Light Cumplay, D/S Themes, Hair Pulling Word Count: 10,008

You groaned, hearing the buzzing beside your bedside, which didn't stop. Dear God- what time was it? You rolled over, looking at your phone, multiple notifications popping up. It was probably from the group chat Jimin impulsively made recently- which you absolutely despised. You had tried to leave about ten times in the last two weeks since you were added, but it was pointless, seeing as they kept adding you back in. And it was only 9 AM!

You buried your face into the pillow, clawing at it as you heard more buzzing. You unplugged the phone from the chord, opening the group chat to what Jimin labeled as SQUAD.

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:12 AM

Guys, my parents are visiting. What color should I dye my hair?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:12 AM

Why do you need to dye your hair?

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:13 AM

Can you tell them to pay off my student loans while they're here? ;)

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:13 AM

Literally fuck off Jimin

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:13 AM

lololol

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

you're lucky i wasn't asleep at 9 am otherwise you'd be DEAD

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:14 AM

Don't you have History class right now?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:14 AM

which is why i'm up

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:14 AM

Are you in class?

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

i just woke up

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:15 AM

hoseok ur class is starting now... it probs already began

Idiot 1 (Hobi) 9:15 AM

SHIT GTG

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:15 AM

Yikes.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:16 AM

poor hobi :(

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:16 AM

his fault for being a fucking idiot lmao

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:17 AM

UM BACK TO ME

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:17 AM

Geez and i thought i was the attention whore of this friend group

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:17 AM

You guys make me want to die.

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:17 AM

i would think ur parents wouldn't want u to dye ur hair jk

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:18 AM

they wouldn't

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:18 AM

??? am i not connecting the dots???

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:18 AM

when do u ever lololol

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

You should try blue. That's pretty edgy.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:19 AM

What would YOU know about being edgy?

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:19 AM

STFU or I'm not helping you on your next exam.

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:20 AM

SORRY MISTRESS

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:20 AM

hey where's y/n anyway

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

she's probably asleep

Y/N

Y/N

Y/NNNNNNN

You 9:21 AM

i'm gonna fucking bash ur brains in you insufferable twat

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:21 AM

found her!

sorry for waking you baby ;)

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9: 22 AM

we're trying to find out a new hair color for jk

You 9:22 AM

why the fuck would i give a shit

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:22 AM

just say ur fav color or something

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:22 AM

it's probably black like her soul

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:22 AM

What is she, an edgy 14-year-old girl?

You 9:23 AM

it's magenta

can everyone please fuck off now i'm trying to get some sleep

Incompetent Twit (Jungkook) 9:23 AM

Magenta is the last thing i would've guessed to be ur fav color

You 9:23 AM

what part of fuck off do you not understand

Idiot 2 (Lisa) 9:23 AM

JK i think u would look great with magenta hair! it's like pink and red

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:23 AM

i would hope he knows what magenta is

Smartass (Xiyeon) 9:24 AM

Y/N, I thought you had to help teach your niece how to drive today?

You 9:24 AM

oh yeah

Shortcake (Jimin) 9:24 AM

i would've never pictured you as the family kinda gal

You 9:24 AM

i still have aunty duties

anyways i'm gonna go bye losers

With that, you click off, letting out a breath of relief as you put it on do not disturb. You must've forgotten to last night. But unfortunately, you only had an hour or so to sleep before you had to get up again to pick up your niece.

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Karin's hands are shaky on the wheel, her focus on the road. You had faith in her so far, though from what your eldest sister told you before, she had almost crashed into a pole her first time behind the wheel. Still, though her moves were a bit jerkish and she signaled far too early, you hadn't died yet, which was a plus in your book.

Unfortunately, you couldn't exactly be the frigid bitch your peers knew you to be, especially to your niece. But she was your favorite niece, and you were her favorite aunt, partially because you weren't that much older than her, as a result of being the youngest kid in your family. So you were still allowed to curse and give her life advice on sex and maturity and whatnot- and she'd promise not to tell her fretting mother.

The car comes to a sudden halt, resulting in you slamming into the dashboard and being snapped back into your seat by the seatbelt. You gawked, looking up as a car continued to go in from the left, bypassing the two of you. Karin's arms were shaking, and her eyes were wide with fright as they trailed after the car.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you screeched.

"Sorry," Karin said, apologetically wincing to hear your scolding.

"No, not you-you're great, sweetheart. I mean that son of a bitch!" you said, pointing to the car as it sped off. "You totally had right of way. Does that guy not know the meaning of yielding to oncoming traffic? Who in their right mind gave him a liscense?"

"I'm sure it was an accident," Karin said, moving forward as she stepped on the pedal again, trying to get back to the speed limit.

"Don't become drivers like those," you said. "I'd never hear the end of it from your mom if she knew that I corrupted you into a bad driver."

"Despite the fact you corrupted me into other things?" Karin asked cheekily.

You rolled your eyes. "You simply asked questions and I answered. I wasn't going to be like your mom and try to convince you babies came from cranes when you were still in your double digits."

"Ugh- don't remind me," Karin says, rolling her eyes. "I have to pretend I don't even know what sex is when we watched a movie last night."

"I thought the two of you had already had the talk?" you questioned, waving your hand to the right as you signaled that she should do the same with her blinker.

"We did- but you know how she is. You're the one who actually explained what a vagina was and the meaning of consent," Karin said, pointing the blinker up with her left pinky.

"Well, she just doesn't want you to mature as fast as she did. Not that she regrets it, or that I think you will," you say.

Your sister had gotten pregnant by the age of 17 with her boyfriend. Just a year older than Karin herself. Luckily enough your parents hadn't kicked her out of the family, and the boyfriend stayed, but a lot of it hindered on her education. She had to go to a community college after Karin was old enough for daycare, and she ended up becoming a social worker. Which was fine, though your sister would admit she wondered what would've happened if things took a different course.

You remembered how puzzled you were that you were only 7 and already an aunt. The kids in your class said your sister was pure 'trailer trash' and that you were bound to follow her lead. You knew it was far worse for her, though, having to be judged for her round belly, listening to whispers about her in class, because apparently, every teen mom was a common slut. It was absolutely ridiculous, and to think they'd add more stress onto someone who was carrying a child. You knew even when you were young that it was despicable.

But your sister ended up giving birth fine anyway- a beautiful and healthy baby girl by the name of Karin. You remember how scared you were when you first held her, afraid you'd drop her. At the time you had a family cat, and you were worried that the instinct of just dropping the cat would kick in while you were holding the baby. Fortunately, that never came to be.

Once you were older, you were often babysitting the child while your sister was away- and your brother wanted nothing to do with having to babysit a kid. It was fine by you, as you thought of her as more of a younger sister than something as strange as a niece, and it was even comforting as you never had the chance to be the older sibling. Besides, being called aunt made you feel so old, from way back then to now. You cringed each time you heard it.

You were caught in your thoughts when your phone began to buzz. You look to Karin apologetically, but she simply assures you it's fine. "It's alright, you can answer it," she tells you.

You huff, slightly irritated that someone was interrupting your quality time with your niece, and to your surprise, the contact of "incompetent twit" is the first thing to pop up.

"Who is it?" Karin asks you, rolling to a stop at an intersection.

"An idiot," you huff, answering. Why the hell was Jungkook calling you? "What is it, nimrod? I told you I'd be teaching my niece how to drive."

"Y/N," he whines. "Can you pick me up at the salon?"

"Why? Can't you ask someone else?" you question.

"Jimin dropped me off but class started for him- and I know you don't have any classes today. Besides, I want you to be the first person to see it."

"Why would I care about your hair, Jeon?" you question.

Karin chuckles as she begins driving again, the light flashing green. "Are you usually this snippy with your boyfriends?"

"He's not my boyfriend. He's just an idiot," you sigh. "And trust me, he deserves my attitude."

"You know I love it, baby."

"Not in front of my niece, brat. She can hear you," you bite back. You really didn't want your sister's impressionable teen daughter to find out you were having rough, kinky sex with your mortal enemy.

"Alright, fine, fine. But c'mon, please? I'll pay for McDonald's."

Karin's eyes light up. "Did I hear McDonald's?"

You sigh, feeling defeated again. How could you deny her absolutely adorable smile? God, the boys were probably all over her at her high school- you wanted to bat them away with a stick. No one deserved precious little Karin- though if she knew you thought that she'd accuse you of being too similar to her mother.

"I'm still with my niece, Jungkook," you remind him.

"That's fine- just have her drive here. I'll pay for both of you."

"Ugh, fine," you huff.

"Thanks, babeeee," he cackles on the other line.

"Shut up," you bite back, hanging up on him. "You're gonna go straight for another few hundred yards and then make a left. We're already on our way there, luckily."

"You two seem cute," Karin grinned. "Like an OTP that constantly bicker with each other."

"I don't get your teen slang- it makes me feel old," you say, eyeing the speed limit she was going.

"Basically I think you two are cute. Does he have a girlfriend?" Karin questions, waggling her brows.

"He's what you kiddos call a fuckboy- so that's a no. And besides, I'd never date him in a million years. I thought I told you, you weren't getting a new uncle anytime soon?" you remind her.

"Ah, yes, your no dating rule after that ex of yours," she hums, executing her left turn shortly after signaling. "What happened between you two anyway? Mom said it really crushed you, but she keeps hush hush about it."

"Trust me, it's nothing," you lie. "It's just the usual. People... grow apart, I guess."

"Doesn't sound like that's the kind of dramatic breakup it seemed to be," Karin mused. "I remember because you ended up sleeping on our couch shortly after, y'know before you moved back into that sorority house."

"Don't remind me," you sigh, wondering to yourself how she remembered so much about the topic.

"So, what was it anyway?" Karin pried, nosy as ever.

"I'll tell you when you're a bit older. Not that I think you're not mature enough, but I think your mom would believe I'd ruin your chances at believing in men if I told you," you chuckled softly.

Karin gave you a sad glance. "You weren't cheated on, were you Aunt Y/N?"

"No- but honestly I think I would've taken that any day," you admit.

"Did he die?"

You laugh hard at that. "Sometimes I wish. But no- I'm not into that Romeo bullshit anyway. I don't know where he is now- he graduated a bit after the breakup since he was a few years older than me if you remember."

"Well, it's good that you don't have to see him again. I heard traumatizing stuff like that can trigger people. I remember one girl in my Chorus class had a panic attack when some guy sitting in front of her was playing a shooting game. It was pretty horrifying," Karin admitted. "The worst part was that the guy claimed she was just being too sensitive."

You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes. "Now, don't tell your mom I'm condoning violence, and I don't know what she'd say- but let's just say if you punch an absolute asshole in the face, that I wouldn't be opposed."

Karin laughed. "Thanks for that. There better be a cake with my name on it."

"Here, pull in and try to park outside the salon. There you go, sharp left... now a right, now fix your wheel hard left, hard left, that's my girl!" you cheered. "Now park the car, and we'll go find my despicable douchebag so that he can pay for our food. I'm starving!"

She locks the car, swinging the door open as the two of you walk into the salon. Your eyes find themselves scanning the room for the familiar mop of dark hair, but to your surprise, the adorable bunny smile belongs to a man with magenta hair.

You gawk, eyes bugging out as Jungkook sweeps you up into his arms, planting a kiss on your lips. You shove him back, wiping your mouth. "Ew- not in front of my niece, creep," you say, used to him trying to kiss you whenever possible. He often said your lips were addicting, and it was rare enough he got to since most of the time the two of you were with your friends, who were still unaware of the fact the two of you were hooking up.

"I just didn't want your niece to think you were forever alone," Jungkook cackles, enjoying the annoyed look on your face. "So- what do you think?"

"Did you seriously dye your hair magenta just because it's my favorite color?" you deadpanned, quirking a brow as you crossed your arms.

"Maybe," Jungkook said, wiggling his brows. "Does it look good?"

"You never look good," you huff, lying through your teeth.

Jungkook ignores your comment, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, placing his chin on your shoulder as he pouts to you. "C'mon- just admit you love it."

"Fine- you don't look ugly with pink hair. Happy?" you hiss, elbowing him in the rib to pry him off. You hated PDA.

"Very," Jungkook smirked, letting go of you. He turned to Karin, holding out his hand. "You must be Y/N's niece. You must've gotten the good genes from the family- in comparison to Y/N, of course."

You elbowed him in the rib again as the two snickered. Karin laughs, shaking his hand. "Yeah, I'm Karin. She's helping me learn how to drive."

"So I've heard," Jungkook smiles. "Tell me, Karin, do you like my hair?"

"You kind of look like a strawberry," Karin admitted.

Now it was your turn to snicker, and the three of you exit the salon to go to the car. Jungkook opens the car door for Karin, specifically picking the backseat. For a second you thought it'd be so that he'd have an excuse to sit in the front with you, but to your surprise he sits in the back with her, sticking you to act as their chauffeur. Scumbag.

You drive the three of you to McDonald's, and you saunter in, grinning widely to Jungkook. Without hesitance, he steps forward to the cash register, no line in sight, taking his order. For you, he picks a Big Mac with no cheese, fries, and a chocolate shake. He then turns to Karin and questions what she'd order.

It isn't until you get your food and sit down that you question him about it. You sit next to Karin and Jungkook sits in front of the two of you. "How'd you remember my order, anyway?"

"Despite what you think, I'm not nearly as big of an idiot as you think I am," Jungkook laughs. "Besides, you order the same thing every time."

"I'm just trying to get fat, thank you very much," you bite, taking a lot sip of your drink.

"So, how long have you two been friends?" Karin questions.

"We're not friends," you're quick to clarify, glowering at Jungkook as he wagged his brows at you.

"Fine- how long have you guys been hanging out then?" Karin restates, quirking a brow.

"Officially? A few years. Unofficially, about a month," Jungkook states. He quirks a brow to you, raising it precariously high you're afraid it'll blend into his hairline. "Actually- it's probably been over a month by now, hasn't it?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not sentimental like you, Jeon. Why would I care enough to remember the date?" you shrug. Yeah, it probably was a month since you and Jungkook started hooking up. And you did admittedly know the exact date- but you weren't foolish enough to insinuate to Jungkook of all people that you actually cared about anything. Caring just leads to hurting anyway, no matter what it's for.

Jungkook gives a sigh to Karin, shaking his head. "See what I have to put up with? Bet your family doesn't have it half as bad as I do."

"She's known as the cool one in our family- at least to me anyways. Mainly because she's got about half a dozen piercings in each ear," Karin replies.

Your hand brushes along them at the mention of that. "I'm really not. Jungkook's got a lot more than me, anyway. He used to have one in his eyebrow but he got it removed. And he's got more tattoos than I do."

"The eyebrow piercing was a mistake- I'm never piercing my face again," Jungkook grimaced. "And I thought you had more than me?"

"No, I've got only three, and you've got four," you remind him.

"Oh yeah- let's see, you have the lotus flower on your upper back, right beneath your neck, right? And you've got some sort of hummingbird behind your ear- I know that one because Lisa showed everyone when she went with you to the tattoo parlor. And... the third..." Jungkook trailed off, trying to wrack his memory.

"The third is the panda above the back of my elbow," you chastise. "I can't believe you couldn't get that one right, it's my favorite!"

"Well, you should try listing off all of my tattoos," Jungkook said. "I bet you can't."

"Easy. Bumblebee behind your ear- I remember because I yelled at you since you were trying to copy me, especially since it was the day after I got mine and you were trying to get back at me for messing up one of your hookups. There's the Hello Kitty on your ankle from when you lost that bet to Hoseok, and there's the geometric outline of a wolf on your bicep," you said, grinning smugly.

"And the fourth?" Jungkook questioned, raising his brows expectantly.

Your jaw opened and dropped. "I... um... It's-"

"Aha! You don't remember! For shame, Y/N," Jungkook teases, making your niece burst out with laughter.

"I listed three- you only listed two," you shoot back.

"It's the ladybug on my wrist," Jungkook laughs, prideful that he duped you.

"What made you decide to get a ladybug?" Karin questioned, looking down at the little red bug on his wrist.

"I like ladybugs," Jungkook shrugs. "The bumblebee was mainly because it was the mascot for the team I used to play on."

"Ladybugs are cute," Karin admitted. "Y'know- I think my mom would love to have you as a brother-in-law."

Jungkook looked up at you with wide eyes and a pleased grin, dimples showing as his eyes twinkled with absolute delight- and you knew you'd never hear the end of it. You glared at Karin, her own sly smirk on her face that she tried to conceal when she ate. Jungkook quickly went to the restroom, and you wrestled Karin into your arms, rubbing your knuckles against the top of her head playfully as you ruffled her hair. "What was that about, munchkin? You want that brat to become your uncle?"

"He's cute! And you two are adorable, I'd love to have him as an uncle," Karin laughed, trying to free herself from your grip. "Besides, I think everyone wants you to get back out there, especially since it's been years after that big bad breakup. Remember how disappointed mom was when you turned down that blind date?"

"I don't see why everyone has to meddle with my love life," you huff, freeing the wiggling brat from your grip.

"Kinda hard to request that when you don't have one," Karin pointed out.

You only rolled your eyes at that but wondered how much your family truly worried about you. Unlike Jungkook's well known conservative family, yours was fairly left wing. Despite that, however, there were still pressures for you to find someone. Perhaps a big part of that was from how cold and distant you had become after being left so traumatized. However, you definitely didn't want to disappoint your family, and let them give up all hope on you.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook slid back into the booth, making a witty remark that had Karin choking on her drink.

-

"I thought the thing with your teacher was a lost cause," Lisa said, pressing her chin against the arms that already rested on the table.

The six of you were in the library during a group study session. Xiyeon had her nose buried in a textbook, as usual, and you yourself were typing up an essay that was due tonight. Jimin was hastily making flashcards with Jungkook, as the class they were in had an upcoming test. Lisa was supposed to be looking up answers on Quizlet to an assignment that was due very soon. Hoseok tagged along, partially so that he wouldn't be excluded, and partially because he had news to share.

"She said if I could do extra credit, she'd notify me," Hoseok clarified.

"I thought all people were sarcastic when they directed you, Hobi," you murmured, fingers flying across the screen.

"The point is," Hoseok said, shooting a glare your way. "She said if I can write a twenty-page essay on the topic we're studying in class, she'll boost my grade up. The thing is, it's due tomorrow."

"How're you going to get all of that done in time?" Jungkook questioned, furrowing his brows.

As though on cue, all of you turned your heads to the girl whose nose was buried in a textbook, too engrossed in the fine print on the pages to pay attention to the conversation. As though she could sense all eyes were on her, she slowly raised her head up, a confused gaze befalling all of yours. "Uh-oh. What is it you want me to do now?"

"Can you pretty please help me write a twenty-page essay by tomorrow?" Hoseok pleaded, throwing his hands up and clasping them together in a begging motion.

"Is it for that teacher you screwed up with? She expects her essays to be impeccable- it'll be impossible!" Xiyeon gawked. "You know she expects only .5 spacing and the font size to be 6, right? It's pointless."

"Xiyeon, I'll literally owe you for the rest of my life," Hoseok said, eyes big and puppy like. "Please."

Xiyeon pursed her lips, as though unsure of what to do. Surprisingly, she turned to you. "Y/N, you're the biggest, most honest hardass I know. Should I do it?"

"Wow, I'm flattered," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Y/N- c'mon!" Hoseok said, raising his voice slightly in the quiet library.

You sighed, looking at his shaking fists and pouting lips. "He seems pretty desperate..." you muttered, throwing him a bone, letting it be known that observation alone would be the only leverage you'd offer.

Xiyeon sighed to herself, rubbing her temples. The rest of you looked at her expectantly, anticipating her answer. Finally, she let out an irritated, reluctant, "Fine."

"YES!" Hoseok hollered, jumping to his feet, causing a librarian to scurry over to your table to give him a quick scolding and threaten to kick all six of you out- perhaps even ban you for life from the solace behind the many shelves of books. You never heard someone project so well with a whisper, but be damned, this middle-aged woman did it.

It was when the six of you exited the library after you were done that Hoseok kissed both you and Xiyeon on the cheek. You wiped the pretend slobber off your cheek to swipe at the back of his head, but ultimately you knew he'd owe you as well for being able to subtly convince Xiyeon of anything.

-

"Y/N!" Jungkook shouted, entering your room.

"Woah, what the hell, how'd you get into the house?" you asked, frightened half to death as he barged in. "Have you never heard of knocking?"

"Lisa let me in after I called her- told her I needed to annoy you," Jungkook grinned.

"Oh my God, that son of a bitch," you hissed. "What the hell do you want, Jeon?"

"Our results came in," Jungkook exclaimed, reaching back into his back pocket to pull out a folded piece of paper. "I didn't check yours- don't worry. But I'm clean!"

It then clicked. A few days ago the two of you weren't able to hook up because apparently, he ran out of condoms. You didn't purchase any because before Jungkook you weren't exactly getting laid regularly, so it was evening when the two of you were shopping in a grocery store, and you were reaching into your purse and getting one of the water bottles from off the shelf. You screwed the lid off and popped the pill in.

"What's that?" Jungkook questioned, looking curiously to it.

"My birth control. We've been having sex regularly, you should expect me to have something to make sure I don't get pregnant, Jungkook," you say, furrowing your brows.

"Woah- wait, you've been on birth control this whole time?" Jungkook gawked.

"What, yeah? I've been on it since I was of legal age, what's the big deal?" you question.

"W-What's the big deal? You've got to be shitting me, woman!" Jungkook says, flabberghasted by your question.

"I can assure you I'm not," you assure him, holding up the Trojan. "These things can break, dumbass." You really didn't know why guys made such a big deal about condoms. Seriously, how much better could it even feel? The only thing that's different is a layer of rubber.

"Why don't we not use the condoms then?" Jungkook questioned.

"With your diseased ass? You've probably slept with half of the school campus- no way," you huff, knowing there was no way in hell you were going to let Jungkook give you the same thing Jimin had- or what half of the population on campus had.

"I'm clean. I always use a condom, and you're my most consistent hookup, why can't we?" Jungkook questions.

"I'll believe it when you get tested," you grumble, tossing the water bottle and Trojan packet onto the conveyor belt, watching it casually roll to the bored cashier.

"Fine- after this let's get tested. You and me," Jungkook said, no tone of sarcasm in his voice.

You look to him, quirking a brow as you hand the cashier your money. "Wait, what? You seriously want to get tested with me?"

"Sure- c'mon, Y/N, I'm begging for this," Jungkook pleaded. His lower lip puckers out in a pout, and he gives you the puppy eyes that no girl is able to resist.

"Can the two of you have this conversation elsewhere?" the cashier suggests, her eyes narrowed as she grimaced at the two of you. "Sex before marriage is a sin, anyway."

"Shh, I'm trying to convince a girl to let me cum inside of her," Jungkook says, taking the bag. He turns to you, "C'mon, can we go?"

"Fine, whatever," you say, rolling your eyes. You turn to the cashier. "And don't try to imply someone's going to hell- especially to customers. Gives you bad reviews, no?"

Your mind snaps back to the present. "Oh, yeah, that. Give me my results, I should see!"

Jungkook hands you the folded piece of paper, and you eagerly unfold it, checking to see if you were positive for anything. You let a smile grace your features to find everything negative. "I'm clean," you announced.

"High five!" Jungkook said, raising your elbow up to have you slap your hand against his. "Now I can fill you up like a sponge!"

"That is the least sexy thing I've ever heard in my life," you say, cringing at his words.

"I've got plenty of lines to make up for it," Jungkook cackled. "Besides, the look on your face was worth it."

"Oh my God, I regret sleeping with you," you huff, falling back onto your bed.

"Sure you do," Jungkook chuckles, crawling onto the bed with you.

You press your hand against his chest. "Not here. Anyone could hear and find out what we're up to. Maybe a later time, when we aren't in my sorority house, ok?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Jungkook says, falling beside you.

You look to him, noticing how he plays with his hair. You wonder if he regrets dying it. Truthfully, it grew on you.

As though sensing your thoughts, he looks to you. "My parents are gonna be visiting soon- they rain checked last time. If you're wondering."

Ok, so he didn't get what you were thinking at all. "Makes sense. Your parents are... busy."

His mouth goes small at that. "Yeah, they are."

"Well, for the record, the pink hair grew on me," you offered, a sinking feeling in your chest as you saw the lost puppy look in his eyes. "It... suits you, I guess. It looks nice in comparison to how buff you are."

Jungkook grins at that. "You really like it?"

"Sure," you say, wondering to yourself if you really should've let him know that.

-

"Y/N, I've got another track for you to listen to," Yoongi called, entering the studio.

"Oh, great! Namjoon, do you think you can't break something for about five minutes?" you say, turning to him. Truthfully, he had gotten better when it came to controlling his flailing limbs.

"Yeah, sure," he says, unfazed as he picks up the headphones to the side and puts them on. You take off your own, getting up from your chair to go to Yoongi.

"Oh, by the way, I know you don't exactly go to parties and all that, but there's one being thrown at Lambda or whatever tonight. A lot of your fraternity brothers are going, and I was just wondering if you'd be coming," you say casually, hooking the bulky headphones around your neck.

"Would you want me to go?" Yoongi questions, his question hesitant as he raises his brows.

You try to brace a warm smile. "I mean, yeah. I never see you at parties, I think it'd be cool. We could actually hang out outside the studio, I guess."

"Yeah... I'd like that," Yoongi says.

"So are you going?" you question, looking up to him.

Yoongi opens his mouth, but his face falls. "Can't. I have to help my friend with his podcast tonight since his partner is sick. I promise to go to the next one for you, though."

You find yourself smiling slightly, not missing how he specifically mentioned you. "That's fine- but remember, you promised."

"A promise is a promise," Yoongi chuckled, letting you place the headphones over your ears.

-

You're currently squinting your eyes, aiming your best in your hazy state to attempt to land the ping pong in the cup. You had no clue where everyone was. Hoseok and Lisa were probably already tearing each other's clothes off, and Jungkook and Jimin were probably acting as wingman for one or the other. Xiyeon, who had been dragged along, was probably just drinking and keeping along the wall, waiting for Jimin to call one of his usual games.

Or so you thought, because soon enough the familiar smell of alcohol from someone's hot breath fanned over you, and someone's small body was slamming into yours right as you throw your ball, making you miss your aim entirely.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" you say, turning towards the person in question.

Xiyeon must be drunk out of her mind. Her hair was a mess and mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her cup was still partially filled, though most of it probably splashed onto the floor. "Y/N, I need to talk to you."

"What? Dude, what happened-" Xiyeon doesn't let you finish, instead grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you along. She kicks open a bathroom door, where a couple was making out. She's bawling as she screams at them, "Get out!" This makes them scurry out, and she shoves you inside, locking the door behind her.

"Woah, are you going to murder or rape me or something?" you question, bug-eyed. Xiyeon had just pushed you into a dirty frat bathroom, going as far as to kick out the previous couple that was in here. You were beginning to fear she brought you here to bathe in your blood.

"No- Y/N, I did a horrible, horrible thing and you're the only person I can talk to," Xiyeon weeps, burying her face in her hands.

"Why can't you tell the others? Do you want me to get them-"

"No! You can't! Please, Y/N, swear to me you won't tell a soul," Xiyeon pleaded, grabbing onto your hands in desperation.

"I- Xiyeon, did you kill someone?" you ask, more afraid for her than ever.

"No! Just please, swear on the grave of your dead love life that you won't tell anyone," Xiyeon begs, sniffling.

"Wow, that hurt," you mutter. She squeezes your hand tighter, making you yelp in pain. "Ow! Ok, ok, I swear! I won't tell a soul. I swear on my dead love life or whatever- now tell me what's going on, you're scaring me to death."

Xiyeon sucks in a deep breath, shaky. "I slept with Hoseok."

"You what?!"

"It was an accident!" Xiyeon said, more tears spilling out as she admitted it.

"How? Did you slip and just land on a penis? Xiyeon, oh my God!" you exclaim, clasping your hands over your mouth.

"I didn't mean to, I swear," Xiyeon sobbed, a lump in her throat. "Do you remember how I had to help Hoseok write that essay?"

"Xiyeon, that was like two weeks ago," you deadpan.

"I know, I know, it's been eating me up on the inside. But I helped him- but oh my God, Y/N, he is so fucking stupid. I thought I was getting dumber with each word he said I didn't get it! I had to take a drink or two and finally, we finished it, and we celebrated with shots. One shot became two, and two shots became three, and the next thing I know I'm in bed naked with Jung Hoseok, a used condom on my chest and a soreness between my legs. I didn't even have any recollection of what happened."

"Jesus Christ," you say, running your hands through your hair. "Does Lisa know?"

"Hoseok said he'd be the one to tell her, but he hasn't yet. He keeps saying he will but he's stalling and-" Xiyeon choked up, lips trembling.

"Lisa's going to be crushed. She's practically in love with Hoseok," you whisper to yourself, thoughts spinning around your head.

"I know, I know. God, I feel so horrible. I feel like the worst person in the world," Xiyeon said, chest heaving as her body wracked with sobs.

"Hey, you're not. Ok? You made a mistake, we all do. Hoseok made the mistake, too," you tell her.

"I don't think he's going to tell her," Xiyeon mumbled. "He's such a coward."

"Ultimately he should be the one to tell her. But she should know- if I were her I'd want to know," you tell Xiyeon.

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" Xiyeon said.

"I won't- it's not my place to," you say, assuring her as she let out a breath of relief. "But maybe you should, Xiyeon. It was your mistake as well as his. If Hoseok won't tell, you'll have to."

"I don't think I can bring myself to do it," Xiyeon admits. "I came close several times but each time I felt like I was going to throw up."

"Well, you're drunk right now and verbally spilling your guts, so we need to get you sober so that you don't blab to her in the worst possible way," you huff. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

You open the door, where a guy who was tightly holding onto his crotch ran in. "Thank God! I needed to pee!"

"Sorry, we were hooking up. Have a nice one," you mumble, pulling Xiyeon along with you.

You eventually make your way to the kitchen, and you open the refrigerator to get a water bottle. You see Hoseok stride in, and one look at Xiyeon had him gawking. "Woah, what happened to her?" he questioned.

You glared at him, thrusting the water bottle into his chest. "You know exactly what happened to her."

Hoseok's eyes bugged out of his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak. You interrupted before he could even get a sound out. "Yeah, I know. And you're a real fucking idiot, Hoseok. You better tell Lisa soon."

"I will, I just-"

"You're just a coward," you hissed. "I'll tell you what's going to happen. Xiyeon is drunk out of her mind, and if she gets around any of the others she'll probably tell everyone. You can text the others in the group chat to tell them you're driving her home. Got it?"

Hoseok gulped. "Yeah... got it."

"And Hoseok- I won't tell Lisa what happened, but I swear to God if you don't do it eventually, I'll make you regret it," you threatened, letting him grasp the water bottle you were still pressing into his chest. "You hurt her- and that's inexcusable. You might not be dating, but you had a deal. And I don't know if you're aware of what the rest of us know- but to put it lightly, it makes everything ten times worse. So congratulations- you're the dick of the week."

"I'm... I'm sorry," Hoseok said, shaky underneath your heated glare.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to right now, am I?" you snap. "Where's Lisa anyway?"

"She's dancing. I came here to get a drink," Hoseok clarified.

"That girl is better than anything else you'll ever get, Hobi," you say, letting your eyes soften as you address him as a friend. "And I'd be very disappointed if you- or all of us- lost her because of your dumb actions."

With that, you spin away on your heel, huffing to yourself at the mess that had just transpired.

God, Lisa was going to be so heartbroken. Here she was, keeping up the charade of 'just friends' with the guy she was in love with, staying loyal to him, hoping he'd eventually see her as more, and he betrayed her trust. He broke the deal.

You swore to yourself you wouldn't end up like her.

"Hey, what's up? You look pretty shaken," a familiar voice says, draping an arm over your shoulder. You were too exasperated to knock it off and only look to Jungkook.

"Woah- that tie is stupid," you blurt, eyes darting down to the tie loosely hanging around his neck.

"Yeah, uh, some drunk girl gave it to me. She was wearing the outfit and kinda just gave it to me," Jungkook shrugged. "Drunk girls are weirder than drunk guys. The entire time she was telling me that I'm 'too beautiful for this world' and 'he isn't worth it sweetheart'."

"Drunk girls are like that. Drunk guys just want to fight," you say, running a hand through your hair as you let out an exasperated sigh.

"So what's up? You seem frustrated," he notes.

"Nothing, just need to let off some steam," you sigh, lying through your suggestion.

"I have a suggestion, but I have a feeling you don't need me to explain," Jungkook laughs.

"Let's go," you say, pointing up to where a lot of the bedrooms were, on the second level.

A surprised look slowly turned into a pleased grin, and Jungkook's eyes lit up with excitement. He takes your hand, and before long he's kicking the door to the bedroom back and locking the door, climbing above you.

His tongue dives into your mouth as he pins your arms against the bed. You moan into the kiss as he pulls away, pulling your top off, sliding it across your body before discarding it to the ground. "Y'know, I think this is the first time we've had sex on an actual bed," Jungkook chuckles.

You furrow your brows. "Wait- really?"

"Really," Jungkook laughs. "We just do it wherever's convenient."

"It's not just my fault we fuck like rabbits. It takes two to tango," you remind him, arching your back to unhook your bra, letting him pull the straps off your arms as he dives between your breasts, sending kisses between the valley of your breasts. His lips catch onto a nipple as he begins to unbutton your jeans, and it's only when you shimmy out of them that you look to him. "No fair- you need to undress, too," you say, motioning to his shirt.

He swipes your hand away, pulling back, grinning. "It's more fun like this, babygirl. I love seeing you so vulnerable for me."

Your cheeks flare, and you look to him in annoyance. You sit up to reach again for the hem of his shirt, and he grabs onto your wrists, forcing you to slam back against the mattress. You squirm beneath his tight grip, his jaw clenched as he glares at you angrily.

"You're not going to touch me, cockslut, understand?" Jungkook says, brows furrowed.

You nod meekly.

He lets go of your wrists, trusting you to keep them against the mattress. You're feeling too mischevious, however, and try once again to get his shirt off. He clasps both of your hands in his grip, tsking. "Someone wants to be a brat, huh?" he says, pulling the tie off of his neck. "Guess I'll have to make good use of this."

He ties your wrists together, and you wonder to yourself what girl would own such a god awful tie. Seriously- it was ugly. But it did the job, tying tightly enough to your wrists without cutting off any blood circulation.

Jungkook kept your bound hands above your head, pinning them there as his other hand traveled into your panties, diving into the wetness pooling beneath. You squirmed under his touch, gasping as he immediately spilled two fingers in, curling into your sweet spot. Jungkook smirked. "Someone's getting wet from just thinking of her punishment, hm? My fingers are soaked, cockslut."

"Jungkook," you gasp out, arching your back as he curls his fingers again. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, babygirl," Jungkook teases, enjoying seeing you squirm on his fingers. Still, he knew how greedy you were- you yearned for more. Infinitely more. And Jungkook never failed to deliver.

"Jungkook- fucking hell," you hissed through gritted teeth, getting agitated.

"Mm, such a greedy cockslut," Jungkook hummed, removing his fingers to pull your panties off your legs, placing them to the side. He removes his grip on your hands. "Why was I stuck with such a selfish brat?"

"Fuck y-" Your words are cut off when he pulls you to your side, hooking one of your legs above his shoulder, the knee over the broad area. You had to use your bound arms to support yourself, your other leg providing little balance as you were forced to spread your legs wide. Jungkook gripped the leg hitched over him tightly, grinning over you. You glared at him. "Jeon, what are you-"

Your words are interrupted when he thrusts his fingers inside of you again, reaching deeper than before, two fingers going curling into your g-spot as he rubs your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back and your body wracks, feeling his fingers go impossibly deep, tapping against your sweet spot in a way that had you shivering.

"Oh? What was that?" Jungkook cockily questions, delivering a harsh thrust with his fingers. "Were you going to say something?"

"F-F-Fuck," you stammer out, unable to do much more than take the abuse against your g-spot as he rammed his fingers into you perfectly. Damn him for learning your body so well already.  

"Mm, such a dirty mouth for a cockslut," Jungkook hums, thumb digging against your clit as he rubs it, enjoying the feeling of you clamping down on his fingers as you hissed. "I should wash that filthy mouth of yours with my fat cock, shouldn't I?"

"G-God, don't stop, please Jungkook," you whine, biting on your lower lip as you let out pathetic whines.

"You didn't answer my question, babygirl," Jungkook hummed, ceasing his moments just as you were beginning to reach your high.

"No! Jungkook, fucking- what the hell?" you hiss, turning back to him.

"Watch your tone, babygirl," he warned. "Or I'll be tempted to leave you here high and dry."

Your eyes widened at that. "No! Fuck, Jungkook, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Just please, please let me cum! I'll blow you and let you cum down my slutty throat, fuck please let me! I want to gag on your big dick."

"Mm, tempting," he says, amused and satisfied with your begging as he continues his movements, having you shudder under his ministrations as he works faster to push you to your high. "But I plan to cum inside of you this time, cockslut. Fill you up with my load, nice and deep. I want you to feel me spill inside you, and you're gonna keep my cum in that slutty little pussy of yours all night. So if any other guy comes up to you and tries to get a feel, I want you to spread your legs and let him feel who's already inside you, so that they know you're already someone else's little cockslut."

His voice is raspy and deep, reveling in each moan you give as he swipes over your clit.

"Don't be so loud, babygirl. You don't everyone to know what a slut you are, do you? To know you're my pretty little cockslut, huh?" Jungkook questions, a smile in his voice as you screw your eyes shut, feeling your high nearing. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you're surprised with the faint taste of your own juices and the cotton of your panties as he shoves it into your mouth. You're gagged by it, and you know why because finally, he's using both hands, your leg pressing against his back to anchor him to you. He uses three fingers to stretch into you, feeling your walls spasming around the digits as his other hand rubs into you, thumb twirling the throbbing nub with fervor. A strange sensation that you're not familiar with washes over you right as you're about to climax.

Your eyes shoot open as you look down to your quivering legs, a muffled scream as you see liquids shoot out from your pussy, and soon enough you're drenching the sheets in your cum as you squirt everywhere.

Jungkook hisses in delight, continuing his ministrations, making you crumble beneath him. "Fuck, babygirl, give me that cum. Fucking drench yourself like a proper cockslut."

You convulse under him, feeling your energy drain as he milks you for all you're worth. It isn't until he's pushing your leg off his shoulder that you come down from your high, panting. Jungkook's hands are running over your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jungkook grinned, eyes draping over your heaving form as he pulls the panties out of your mouth. His hand cups over your sex, making you shudder from the overstimulation as he continues to pet you. You don't complain, however, knowing how much he loved to see you grimace at overstimulation.

"I don't think I've ever squirted before," you admitted, voice breathy. His fingers travel through your folds, teasing the sensitive clit."Holy shit."

"I think you ruined the bed. Look at the mess you made," Jungkook said, enjoying the look on your face as you blushed from embarrassment. His hand was probably drenched now from being buried between your soaked thighs.

"Oh God, I should clean this up," you say, wrists twisting in their confinements as you try to sit up. Jungkook pushes you back down to the mattress, however, resulting in your body bouncing from the springs.

"No no no. We aren't done just yet," Jungkook says, eyes blown out like a cat's in the dark. "Y'know what I plan to do to you, babygirl?"

"What?" you question softly, squirming as you feel arousal flood back down, despite the fact you already orgasmed.

Jungkook shoves your knees apart, revealing your glistening heat to him, droplets of your orgasm still on your sweaty skin. "I plan to fuck you in your own cum," Jungkook growls, licking his lips at the sight, noticing how you automatically bucked your hips at the thought. "You'd like to get fucked in your own mess, wouldn't you cockslut?"

You nodded meekly, knowing you absolutely needed to get wrecked by him now. You desired the feeling of having him inside you. "Please, Jungkook. Fuck me. I want to feel you cum inside me," you say, wanting to touch him so badly. But because of your restraints, it would be difficult, and you knew if you attempted to get up under his grip he'd simply slap you back down to the ground.

Jungkook reaches over, hands pulling at your hair as he forces your gaze to lock with his. God, how both of you loved having your hair pulled. "That's right? You're gonna be my bitch and take it, right? Let me fill up your cunt, right?"

"Please, cum inside me, Jeon," you say, bucking your hips up once again. "I want you to cum inside me, nice and deep. Fucking fill me up like your bitch."

That seems to do it for him because soon enough he's unzipping his pants and pooling them around his knees along with his boxers, letting his erection spring free. "Fuck- you fucking asked for it," he says, stroking himself eagerly. He reaches under your thighs, forcing your ass up as you press against your upper back, legs in the air as he scoots forward, aligning himself with your entrance.

He places your feet on his shoulders, pushing over you as he forces you to bend more, and you groan at the feeling of him entering you.

"Goddamn, no matter how hard I fuck you, you're so tight," he hisses, pushing into you. "God, you feel so much better without a condom. I could be inside of you for the rest of my life, shit babygirl." You find the burn of the initial stretch so addicting, and you know he's right. No matter how hard or how many times he fucks your cunt, you still can't get used to the feeling of him entering you.

He towers over you, squatting over you as he begins to pound into you, letting out grunts as the hollow sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. You're moaning so loudly again as he hits you impossibly deep, his hands on either side of your head as he thrusts roughly into you. He has no choice but to get the panties back, stuffing them roughly into your mouth. The cotton helps to absorb your screams, but muffled moans still come out, low groans emitting from your throat.

Jungkook's hand is gripped on your chin, forcing you to stare up at him as he pounds into you. His golden skin glistens with sweat, his bangs clinging to his forehead as he plows into your wrecked form. You feel tears slip down the corners of your eyes and onto the bed, the pleasure overtaking you as you feel his cock go impossibly deep inside of you. Your feet dangle beside his head, and your ass hurts from how hard his hips slap against it, the hard defined bone of his hips slapping against the flesh of your ass instead of his muscular thighs.

Jungkook forces your head to the side, pressing your face to the mattress, your cheek squished beneath the palm of his hand as he licks away the salty tear.

"Are you gonna cum again?" he questions, rasping into your ear.  "Are you gonna whine and beg for another orgasm like the greedy cockslut you are?"

You're unable to do anything but whine a muffled answer through the panties gagging you.

His hand travels between your bodies, the other hand still pressed against your face now gripping your hair, forcing you to look at his hand rubbing you as he pressed harder against you. "Fucking watch yourself cum on my cock. Cum for me, dirty girl."

The sensations are too much. His calloused hand, veiny and big, rubbing against you with such intensity it had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The hand tightly gripping your hair, forcing you to stare at the cock that repeatedly plunged into you, bottoming into you. The way his balls would slap against your ass with each thrust, and the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room. That accompanied with the sounds of the mattress squeaking behind you and the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall- it was overwhelming.

You came again, letting out a low groan as you tilted your head back against Jungkook's grip, legs shaking as he forced you to cum again. He continued pumping himself into you, letting go of your hair to wrap both arms around your legs, entering you ass deeply as he could.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good babygirl," Jungkook hissed, letting his thrusts get sloppy. "I'm gonna cum. Shit, I'll fill up this slutty pussy so good."

You're sobbing, feeling him roughly hammer into you until his cock twitches inside of you, and he buries himself at the hilt, trying to get the head of his dick as deep into your womb as possible. You feel the white ropes of cum paint your walls as he spills his seed into you, and you let out a muffled gasp at the feeling. Jungkook grinds his hips, as though feeling how his dick felt against the cum coated walls, the head still buried deep into your womb.

"Fuck, oh my God," he groans, heaving as he slips your legs off of him, his dick softening inside of you. "Holy shit."

He looks up at you, your wrecked form, still completely naked and vulnerable beneath his gaze, hands tightly bound and legs far apart. He pulls the panties out of your mouth once again, but before he lets you gasp a single word he puts his fingers into your mouth, and you instinctively wrap your tongue around it, twirling it around the digits until he pulls them out and puts them back on your heat.

You crumble, flinching at the feeling. "Jungkook, I-"

"Shh, babygirl. One more for me, ok? You look so hot when you cum. I want to see my pretty little cockslut cum again," Jungkook pleaded.

You didn't protest, letting your hips raise as he rubs you intensely, letting one last orgasm wash over you as he rubs against you. The orgasm isn't nearly as powerful as the first one- hell, especially the first, but you enjoy the feeling nonetheless.

Jungkook stops toying with your overly abused clit but scoops up some of the cum that had pushed out of your quivering entrance. It trickled down to the bedsheets, and he pushes it back into you, not letting a drop go to waste.

"You like being filled with my cum, baby?" Jungkook questions, a mischevious smirk plastered over his face as he makes sure all of it remains inside of you.

"Feels great," you laugh. "I feel so full."

Jungkook laughs at that, pulling his pants up along with his boxers to tidy up. It was harder for you, especially when you saw Jungkook give you a cheeky wink as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket, and you knew he wasn't going to give them back to you tonight. Besides that, you were completely naked, and he remained for the most part fully clothed. Though there was something oddly hot about the fact.

"I'm gonna get going, if people see us leave the bedroom together both looking fucked out, it won't look very non-suspicious," Jungkook said.

"That's fine, I need to tend to my wounds anyway," you huff, waving him away. You were definitely going to have bruises by morning. He quickly leaves, and you hear him greet someone outside.

"Hey, Jungkook! Man, you got lucky tonight. Who was the girl?"

"Just some chick- don't worry about it," Jungkook laughed back. "I think I'll head home, I'm done for the night."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You sticking around?"

"Probably not. Hoseok had to drive Xiyeon home, and y'know Lisa, she isn't really in the mood to go to a party if she doesn't plan on dancing with anyone who she'll actually sleep with."

"Yeah, yeah, I get you."

"Have you seen Y/N, though? I can't seem to find her anywhere."

"Maybe she's finally getting laid," Jungkook laid. "Anyways, I'll see you later. G'night."

"Night."

You hear the sound of footsteps leaving right as you finally slip your shirt back on, and you squeeze your thighs together, regrettably having to go camo with Jungkook's cum inside of you. You sigh, making your way to the door, figuring you can fix your fucked out look once you find a bathroom.

You walk right into Jimin, who gives you a shocked expression.

You're frozen, tense as he gives you a quick once over, analyzing your look as he processes the information. Your hand has a vice-like grip on the doorknob, and you feel like you're about to yank it off, prying it from the wooden door.

A slow grin stretches across Jimin's face as he looks to you, shifting his weight to one foot, his toothy smile cocky and smug as he folds his arms. "Just some chick, eh?"

[writing-radionoises]

"Space Boy."

Craig Tucker. 

People know him as a "bad boy," someone who skips classes and smokes cigarettes. Someone scary, intimidating, and sometimes oddly attractive. However, you know him differently.

When you think of Craig Tucker, you think of space, animals, and all good things there are.

He's constantly spaced out, out of his body, so much that you've picked up on calling him "Space Boy." He's stoic, but fragile. He'll pack a punch, sure, but he'll regret it in about fifteen minutes.

If you were asked to describe Craig in one word, it'd be distant. Distracted. Tired. Anything of the sort.

You are Kenny McCormick, and you've known Craig since elementary school. Practically you're entire life. He wasn't always so distant and spaced out, he used to be quite the opposite. Third grade Craig Tucker was social, he loved talking and making friends. The very next year, though, he just snapped. Though "snapped" isn't quite the right word, you'd say he grew up too fast or such.

You know better now, but your fourth grader brain wouldn't of been about to comprehend such a thing until high school.

High school is where everything changed for all of you.

​​​High School was where you realized that you needed to change for the sake of your own mental health.

High school is where you realized you had a crush on your best friend.

High School was where your best friend admitted to you that he has disassociation and was beginning to develop derealization due to child abuse. 

Where you promised Craig you would never leave him, knowing it was a promise you couldn't keep.

The week you graduated from high school you picked up Karen and ran. Your mother told you to take Karen and run, get out of South Park and most importantly, never look back.

"I want you to pack up yours and Karen's stuff and take a bus out of here. I don't care if you go to Denver or Louisville, hell, go on and head to New Mexico or Kansas, wherever the money will take you. I don't want you or my little girl to grow up to be like anyone here . . . Get out and do something with your life, get out while you can," your mother said, sniffling as tears pricked at her eyes, "Most importantly, Kenny, never look back."

She handed you a bag of coins, most likely her tips from this week and you nodded, hugging your mother for the last time. 

You were only eighteen, recently turned, when you grabbed your sister and left for Denver. You only got to say goodbye to Craig.

Not Kyle. Not Stan. Not Butters. Not Wendy. Not Bebe. Not even Cartman.

You picked Karen up from school and saw Craig there. He was staring into a distance, deep blue eyes seemingly grayed out as he was lost in the depths of his own mind.

You tapped him on the shoulder, shaking him awake.

He looked over to you in surprise, eyes wide at first, "Oh, hey Kenny."

"Good afternoon, Space Boy," you answered with a grin, "How's it feel being an adult?"

The noirette shrugged, hands in his pockets, "It feels . . . Kinda weird, not much different, though. Maybe it's just me going into an episode again, I don't know. Nothing really feels different for me . . . I'm just happy I'm moving away from my dad soon."

You nodded in agreement, you never liked Craig's dad, especially after he practically ruined Craig's state of mind. More so because he doesn't like you, he thinks you are the reason Craig has bad grades and such, even though a doctor told him to his face that Craig has disassociation and bad grades can't really be helped.

"Yeah, I understand," you replied, seeing Karen exit the middle school. You turn to Craig and hold out your arms, gesturing for a hug. He complies, practically falling into your arms and holding your small frame tightly. You always forget how tall Craig is until you hug. 

"I hope life treats you well, Craig," you said, pronouncing his actual name instead of calling him "Fucker" or "Space Boy" felt weird.

"You too, Kenny. Take care of Karen and yourself, okay?" He responded, refusing to let go until you nodded.

Karen and Tricia walk hand in hand towards you two, and you tell Karen to say goodbye to Tricia. They hug and say they'll see each other tomorrow, on the first day of summer. Your heart breaks knowing that won't be true. You took Karen's hand and walked her to the bus stop. She didn't question why they were here, so you didn't explain. You bought tickets to head to Denver and boarded the bus, sitting in the back seat.

Karen whispered questions to you, and you answered. Your explained that you were Karen's mom now, you two were moving to Denver to start new. She was going to start at a new school, you were going to get a job and rent out an apartment.

"It'll be hard at first, but were going to make it," you said, your grip on her hand tightening.

Despite your calm exterior, you were rather upset and panicky. You were fifteen minutes into your new life and all you could think about were the people you miss. You've hated South Park throughout all the times you've died and been reborn, you have never wanted anything more than to leave, but the people you'd leave behind is what caught you. 

You wanted Craig. You wanted to hold his hand and joke about how much you'd miss Cartman's shenanigans.

You wanted Kyle to comfort you and tell you that what you were doing was right.

You wanted Clyde to hug you and tell you how much better you'll feel when you're away and fully transitioned.

You wanted Butters to cuddle you and tell you how good life would be too you in repayment for your childhood.

But all you had was Karen. You loved Karen with all your heart, but she was thirteen. She could not fulfill all your emotional needs. She couldn't carry all your emotional baggage on top of her own.

So you'll stay quiet and hope for the best. 

You're too scared to look back, anyway.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The next few weeks included spam texts from Craig, asking if you were okay, where you were, and all of that. You answered when you could, but you were busy. Life is hard when you're working two different waitress jobs, on top of trying to settle in, on top of trying to raise money for your transition, and on top of caring for Karen. You and Karen settled in at a hotel for now, until you could rent an apartment. Karen offered to work, too, she wanted to babysit and help pitch in, but you said that she didn't have to. She was often times home alone, so you would give her your phone and tell her to go out to the park and make friends. When you finally gave Craig your address and told him everything was fine, you received a couple boxes from the purple of South Park. There was one from Butters, containing many hand made feminine clothes for both you and Karen, along with a hoodie for each of you. Token sent money and frequently donated to your Kickstarter for your transition. Tricia had sent Karen a bunch of their pictures together, along with a friendship bracelet and get phone number. Craig has said that he wanted to send something, but he was busy trying to find a job and an apartment.

Eventually, though, he sent you a couple makeup kits.

It took about a year for you and Karen to move into an apartment and for you to legally change your name. Mackenzie McCormick took place of Kenneth. Karen started eighth grade not long ago, as well as participating in the local children's theatre. You keep in contact with most of your friends, mainly Butters and Craig. Craig apparently attending college to become a veterinarian, though works a side job currently. Butters, on the other hand, is a social worker. He's moving out of South Park and up to Washington next year, to be closer to his long distance girlfriend. 

Stan and Kyle got engaged, their wedding is in four months and you're invited. You're planning on going, especially since Karen is the flower girl. It doesn't seem like time has passed when the date comes around. You and Karen take a bus back to South Park for the first time in a year. You stay with Craig, who is quick to pick you up from the bus stop and take you two to his apartment. When Karen crashed, exhausted from the long day, it becomes apparent to you that life has not treated Craig well.

His apartment was small and crumbling. The mirror on the wall was cracked, splitting your features in two. You hadn't realized how long your hair has grown, no one had commented about it. Craig looked even worse, the blond roots peeking out from under his hat and dark circles under his eyes almost black. His dark blue eyes had paled into a more papery color, a gray-blue. You slipped off your hoodie, a long sleeve white dress on your body as you sat down beside Craig.

"Hey Space Boy, what's up?" You says nervously, trying to act as if nothing happened between you two, "Let me just . . . Get this straight, okay? I haven't seen you in so long but I don't want there to be any secrets between us anymore . . . Me leaving you without saying anything was bad, and I'm sor-"

"What else have you been hiding from me," he deadpanned, cutting you off.

You sigh, reaching out to grab his hand when he yanks it away. 

"It's not much, I promise . . . My biggest secret is that I can't die, which I'm certain you already know of because you've remembered some of my deaths. My second one would be having a crush on you since third grade, haha . . ." You tried to laugh it off, looking into a distance to hide the redness of your cheeks, "What about you? This won't be onesided, right?"

Craig hesitates, lifting up his head and gazing at you, his eyes piercing right through yours, "I'm a stripper, got disowned by my family last week, got straight up told by my doctor that he had given up on me, got diagnosed with derealization a month ago . . . Oh, and got beaten the shit out of for being gay."

He sighs, and you notice he's beginning to shake.

"They cut you off of your mood stabilizers, didn't they?" You questioned, grabbing his hand, he didn't pull away this time.

He nodded slowly, "I've been in a major disassociation episode for almost a week, my vision is seriously failing me and I'm scared to drive long distance. I'm realizing I'm slowly beginning to forget everything before fourth grade. I just . . ." Craig lets out a sigh once again, "I feel awful, Mackenzie, fucking awful. On top of that all, I have a wedding to attend tomorrow." 

You tilt your head to the side, "What's so bad about the wedding?"

The noirette snickers a bit, you can see you've lifted his mood, "This is going to sound stupid and childish, but I was always excited to get married. I told myself up until my graduation that I wouldn't have sex until I married, and that I would marry out of love. One of those two things didn't happen . . . Not to mention, now I'm thinking I'll never find the perfect guy, haha . . ."

Your heart breaks a little bit, knowing that Craig would never return your crush if he saw you as a woman. You aren't sure if you're happier knowing he sees you as a woman yet has no romantic interest in you, or if you'd be happier if he saw you as a man and gave you a chance.

"Craig, we're going to that wedding together, you won't be alone the time. Maybe, after this, you could come up to Denver with Karen and I, if you want . . . "

"I'd like that."

The room goes silent for a moment before you both stand up and he leads you to his room, where Karen is already sleeping, and says he'll take the couch.

You wave goodnight, as he whispered softly, "Hey Kenny, I knew you had a crush on me."

With that, the door closed and the apartment falls silent. 

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The next morning, you wore a yellow sunflower dress. Part of your back shows though the dress, giving everyone a glimpse of your angel wings tattooed on your back. Butters insisted on doing your hair, putting up in a bun and leaving out your bangs. He gave you the dress, too, said he wore it as Marjorine. 

You don't remember much of the wedding

​​​​You remember sitting next to Craig. He was spacing out, lost in the depths of his mind just like he was a year ago. His eyes wide, dark circles hidden with concealer. His deep blue eyes remained grayed out and faded as he stares directly at Kyle, though probably not thinking about the ginger.

"Earth to Space Boy, time to wake up," you mumble, but he doesn't move.