#i make her wear a tie and i go 'ooh look at you ur such a handsome little guy :)'

[caramelmochacrow]

the kaomisas and the kaorus :)

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 — 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

P — BEOMGYU × FEM!READER | G — SUGGESTIVE, fluff if you want to squint, fake dating!au | W — implied alcohol consumption, written in a writer's block so possibility of it being bad 📈📈📈 + not proofread

a/n — an attempt to escape this writer's block help ✋ don't bring soobin up right now this is beomgyu's girl ur talking to

INSPIRED BY . . . ENHA'S 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

the bass vibrated through the floor and synced with your heartbeat as you eyed beomgyu in a crowd of friends from across the room— a carmine colored haze curtaining your vision as you eyed his lips, shining with your clear lipgloss.

“it's so believable,” he had said before the party, laying on your bed, referencing to the relationship you two were faking, “she would totally believe it's yours.”

“she's rude,” was the only response you could cough out, jealousy clouding your vision as you reached over for the tissues to wipe the eyeliner you messed up once again, “your ex would just say my ‘dramatic girly personality’ is rubbing off on you.”

but beomgyu wasn't ever letting his ex get to him. he only turned over, running his fingers through his hair and smiling pretty at you, “am I not your girl, y/n?”

you didn't even know what he still saw in her. she loved to bring everyone down when she had no good qualities of herself to present. and you always happened to be in her line of vision. but you only chuckled at beomgyu as he bent over towards you at your mirror, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“i need to show her you're mine.”

for a second, you felt your wrist halt while you applied your make up. what did he just say?

“y'know,” he continued, “to make her jealous.”

of course. why do you even try with him?

“then just leave a hickey or something.” you felt your haste creeping up towards your cheeks in the form of a blush. beomgyu rested his fingers on your waist.

and then, with a small ooh! he grabbed the lipgloss that was trending on social media lately — your prized possession. “careful!” you turned to smack him, but stopped when you realized the close proximity of his lips near your own, “that one's expensive, beomgyu.”

“i'll buy you another one,” he rolled his eyes, unscrewing it and bringing it towards his lips, “dior, right?”

fuck. you wanted to kiss him. he puckered his lips as he admired himself in the mirror. from his scent wafting around, to the texture of his leather jacket against your bare skin; you were starting to get impatient. “y/n,” he turned to you, pleasantly satisfied, “don't I look pretty?”

“the prettiest.”

so there you were, knees weak as beomgyu's eyes searched the room for a sight of his ex— which, obviously, was starting to get the better of you. this entire ‘relationship’ was starting to get the better of you. his hand, wearing your hair tie, was fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. you could see the jacket was being pulled off his arm, taking the weak sleeve of his tank top underneath with it, revealing the small mole on his collarbones...

and then you heard the conversation of familiar voices behind you. “fuck, beomgyu looks better the last time I saw him.”

“he's got a girl now.”

you chuckled. it was his ex.

“don't know where the fuck she is right now, though.”

“gyu's looking lonely, go comfort your ex.”

“not going to lie, maybe I will.”

you placed your drink down on the table you were leaning on. fuck it.

“hey, babe,” beomgyu's eyebrow cocked with slight amusement as you approached him, knees threatening to buckle as your eyes fixated on his shining lips. “you seen her anywhere?”

you placed your hands on his chest as he tilted his head, his hands involuntarily finding themselves at your waist. it was so natural for him to treat you like his; a thumb caressing the expanse of your hand as his eyes stared at you like you were the center of the universe, listening to you talk with the habit he had of blinking lazily and humming in response.

the flashing lights made his features so prominent, and you felt yourself leaning towards him. maybe it was the drink you were sipping on earlier, but you were absolutely done with playing this game. to have beomgyu treat you so good, act like you're all he's searching for, even when there's no one around to act for, and yet, just claim that it's all a lie?

“she's watching,” your lips were inches away from his. even though you knew your back was turned to her, you could feel her eyes drilling into your head, “kiss me.”

“god,” beomgyu scoffed, a hand dragging from your waist up to your neck in a painfully slow manner, “why are you so good for me?”

“wasn't this part of the deal?” you tilted your head as beomgyu's eyes glittered, scanning your every feature. your hands on his chest started to recognize a change in the pattern of his heartbeat. was he getting nervous?

“an ‘emergency kiss’ was part of the deal,” he smiled at you, like he was proud that you were becoming more daring the more time you spent with him. “us right now was ‘off-limits’, remember?” a finger tucked the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his voice changing pitch to mimic your past words.

now he was just asking to be shut up. you felt a scowl settle on your lips as your ears turned red from guilt. “so will you not kiss me?” that sounded more whiney out loud, you thought to yourself, as you blinked up at beomgyu, who was beginning to go red in the face from your demeanor. you were seriously driving him crazy.

“since you asked so nicely, pretty.”

relief washed over you as you finally felt beomgyu against your lips, a whine leaving your throat as his hand rested against your neck, lips curling into a smile against yours.

“is she watching?” you mumbled in between, drooping eyes watching his roll shut as your fingers snuck up from the nape of his neck into his hair—his favorite. he only pressed his fingers which were resting on your hips harder against your skin, breathing hitching at your question. the taste of the lipgloss made its way to clog your senses, taking a few minutes to register what he would say next.

“she left when she saw you with me.”

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[castle-dominion]

c3x22 to love & die in LA

Ooh a plot heavy episode lol acab Dude it might be easier to hop than it is to crawl idk. Wow mafia lookin dude Lol the sarcastic "scary"

What time of day is this? Castle is here first! Lanie <3 I keep forgetting that bounty hunters are real. Arrest probs. Yep arrest. At least he still has a face.

Just like Murdoch! Ryan taking things back to s1 rly quick here with his outfit like that huh Silencers don't make them completely silent, they just dampen the noise

Royce has nice brown eyes & freckles

Beckett shut it Girl. Girl no.

She has a pic of him with her? That's sweet. (Also reminds me of george crabtree with a picture in his house with an awkward murdoch. if he wasn't so head over heels for julia he would be in love with... well pendrick but if he wasn't head over heels for pendrick he would be in love with george. Remember that time when william asked george out to the christmas ball?)

This is what it's like sitting in the back of a car with my two brothers & they put me in the middle Bro you could stand up to let her out, it's like the bus! It's castle obv. (could clip, but I won't)

I'll be your backup <3

"under the radar" cut to a fancy car Castle is so cocky Ew neat mural... I like maurice. Beckett has some really LA type clothing here...

Mob ties?

WAIT WHAT Guest house, reminds me of Japan. "Me too" XD apparently they went thru several iterations before settling on that.

Their little handshake

y'all PLEASE watch the bonus features if you can. Apparently this IS where they shoot Castle & even the camera ones are literally the ones who work on Castle. She's in rehab???

Raley & ochoa? That's VERY original castle /s. lmao doesn't huerve mean egg? what is that handshake? I love it RC: You're a cop, so it's your job. Rick go talk to ryan about his motivations & then make smth up for Raley! Update: I have now watched the audio commentaries & stuff for s1. Apparently Ryan was a boring character so Dever started carrying around Richard Castle books, probably borrowing them from beckett. Dever went "what is my character's motivation^/" & they said "idk" so he started reading castle books.

KB: *talking abt the case* KB: *trails off once she sees bootleg rysposito* (clipping)

GIRL "HOLA CHICA" IS EASIER TO WRITE THAN "GREETING IN SPANISH" WTF Aw look at them kiss in the morgue. LP: Wait is your friend that top-heavy tramp in reception? JE: Hm? What? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO DISSOLVE? YOU MIGHT WANT TO SNAP SOME PICS QUICK. (clipping)

Did they call? How did rick learn abt the dissolving bullets? (love how he is on conspiracy websites tho lol) Girl??? Also the lockpick scene was ok except for the fact that she didn't physically unlock the door after getting the pegs aligned Watch ur fingerprints. No all the way back to new york? they're going to go back & then once in new york they'll have to come back to LA If royce can't hunt bounties then he'd totally be a PI Nice to hear LAPD instead of NYPD.

Ooh robbery homicide LMAO IT REALLY IS MUCH WORSE THAN ARREST. IT'S LIKE WHEN YOUR DAD SAYS HE'S NOT MAD JUST DISAPPOINTED. They often say "welcome to new york" & now it's "welcome to LA" & I think it's a nice change of pace.

Ryan outfit: patterned shirt, collared button-up as usual, tie. I love the little brother things here. Imagine if it was martha's acting school. Ryan just held up his fingers to say "line two" but montgomery saw & hun he might just hop on the phone too. JE: Sup girl? Hey she's genuinely being useful in the investigation. Or maybe not, maybe she's just telling them what to do even tho they can do it on their own See? Castle is smart enough

Now this is intense I love it. I also love how the man goes into the office just wearing his surfwear.

Ha not that good. Way ahead of you bro. These two are a great team. (tbh I'm clipping this bc I like seeing them do smart stuff)

Just like castle! Making up stories to mess with you! You're not so bad yourself castle??? Are u in a relationship? If she wasn't I'd say kiss kiss kiss. Huh her nails are painted.

Maurice my beloved lmao no it only melts nazis ok bud Could have yelled "coming, one sec" "We're not on the case anymore" I like Seeger's tie No, seeger went to the house for something. Wait it was for the gal who stole the stuff nvm.

Mum caught on right away that they would use the props YES RALEY/TAYLOR & OCHOA/HERVE! That's the dumbest thing ever I love how he just accepts that

This is so great. Apparently this is the same interview room as usual, they just changed it up a bit to make it look like the movie set. I mean you're right child molesters are the lowest of the low but they usually get killed so they are not actually IN prison. I like how we get to see the dramatic upset behind the set. update: OH it's bc we usually get to see people in the observation room like montgomery $500 is cheap af I wonder if they filmed that for the bonus features of the nikki heat film but they probably wouldn't include Reggie in there. Does this mean I can leave?

She's just walkin by stripping from all of the costume stuff they gave her None of the other ones are before a height measure thing, only Mannis is. He also looks to be above 6' even tho his profile says 6'0" update: THE EASTER EGGS FURIED CROWS

MAURICE! Also I can't tell if this guy is fancy, european, or gay. It's like that song, gay or european, & it's like dirk gently, possibly gay & definitely european.

Wow definitely not new york. Man has a tattoo. Oh of course they couldn't resist a shot of this. Does she have any bullet wounds? Appendicitis scars? I'm into girls but I'm not into this. (I'm into girls like Ryan who is not a girl. He is a lesbian to me though.) What accent is this? She grabbed his wrist now he's the one holding her hand? Weird

I thought that was the original plan lol RC: DOn't poke me! KB: Poke you? I want to kiss you! SO DO IT ALREADY (won't clip)

Decently obvious lie... (BESTIES HOW DO THEY BECOME GOOD ACTORS FOR 5X10 & HOW DID ESPOSITO LOSE ALL OF HIS "WE WERE TRAINED NOT TO GIVE UP INFORMATION" SKILLS?) Why did RM say this to espt instead of saying "you or you"? Also I'd def excpect esposito the "we were trained not to give up information" man to be good at lying. JE: *nods to ryan* RM: *Smiles as the two walk away* They are her brothers <3

RC out of the blue: Can i interest you in one of these robes? Seeger: ? No! Thank you!

Where in the world are they meeting her? Ok but the way Ryan whips his jacket around mm These two are partners & I love them He just answer's some stranger's phone with "yo" lol KB: ... ESPOSITO??? JE: BECKETT??? KB: Are you with mannis? JE, casually: Yeah I just shot him KB: JE: Why r u calling him? KB: Look we need to know where & when ganz is selling those bullets JE: Done JE, to mannis: Where's the deal going down? *gun pressed to his throat* DM: I'm hit man call an ambulance JE: Well my partner's on that KR: Nine, one... what comes after that one? DM: I;m in pain here man! JE gets the location out of him by pressing in on him & putting him in pain (acab) & then bringing the cell phone to the screaming man's voice & then he cracks, that easy, tells em where to go. KR comes in after that asking who shot royce which was a good call. It was Ganz.

the heck does "quarter of six" mean? Do you mean 5:15 or do you mean 5:45 or do you mean 6:15? I would say quarter TO six for 6.30, quarter PAST six for 6.15, third PAST six for 6.20 & half PAST six for 6.30. Yo where did beckett get a gun?

That's a sus buff tattooed guy She says "police" instead of nypd bc she doesn't have jurisdiction here & she is not lapd. Yo, nice knife! Mmm a smouldering cigar Hun u better have the safety on & the gun not cocked. easy way to lose a buttock. Glad we got a shot of her booty tho. She's not my type (except for maybe s1 beckett) but I can still appreciate a pretty lady.

Apparently she had to learn how to vault a gate on set that day in front of a hundred plus people. She tries to do most of her own stunts tho. I never imagined hell looked like you ugh good line good line First names <3 Girl u put the safety on right?

I like their little friendly ending together & then DX rick gives him a housecoat that's so great lol

I thought about it. But I knew I never would. I knew I couldn't

NOTE FROM A DEAD GUY SHIPS THEM. Care & love does not need to be romantic ig... Wait he wrote the note in all caps

I loved the costumes in this episode. V nice. v good.

It was a different episode today! I enjoyed it a lot! & I went five minutes overtime in my watch (I give myself double time to watch it) but other than that yeah I'm happy!

(Got some good clips here today)

[jungshookz]

a thought just came to me and i had to share- ceo y/n finding pics of yoongi in college (think 2013/14 yoongi) and lOSING HER MIND then finding out he used to be a soundcloud rapper in his spare time and she’s just is just like wtf!!?!?! bc he is a COMPLETELY different person and old age rly changes a person

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: ceo!yoongiverse!!!!! y/n is all heart-eyes emoji over uni!yoongi!!! and she can’t believe he bleached his hair once upon a time!!!!! 

→ wordcount: 1.9k

→ note: hi i LOVEd this and i had to write a drabble for it and also i want everyone to know that i have a rly big crush on 2013 yoongi 

(gif isn’t mine!)

                                           ★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

you don’t know how you’ve never stumbled across this box before

but oh boy

you just hit the jackpot babY

it was an accident, really

you were just trying to find one of hwayoung’s spare blankies because she’s spending the night with jimin (it’s date night for you and yoongi!!!)  

so you went into the storage room and started going through the boxes because you couldn’t find it in her closet

and this shoe-box certainly didn’t look like a blanket was going to be in it but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to check

and that’s when you found the hidden treasure

“what… in the world…?” you whisper to yourself as you pull out a dusty CD

you flip it over to read what’s scribbled on the front

‘agust d - mixtape by suga’

“mixtape by suga.” you mutter before narrowing your eyes and giving the cover photo a reaLLy good look

is that…,,.,. is that yoongi?

you recognise his eye lol

…but also why is his hair bleaCHed

you shake your head and set it aside before continuing to rummage through the shoe box

the next thing you pull out is a vEry worn out looking notebook

oOH

is it a journal

journals are supposed to be personal but let’s be real

ur super nosy

you probably won’t be able to read anything but you’ll look through it anyways lolz

you flip through it and your brows knit together when you notice that these aren’t diary entries

they’re.,.,. song lyrics

most of them are in korean (obviously) so unfortunately you have no idea what you’re reading but luckily there are some english lines

“…my tongue technology?” you tilt your head

what does that even mean

okay

how about the little stack of polaroids  

let’s just take a look…

“oh my god. oh my god!!!!” you practically squEal as you flip through the stack  

oh my goodness!!!!!!

a baby!!!!!

he looks so young!!!!!!!!

jesus he’s cute

not that he’s not cute anymoRE but like

wowie

anyways

maybe you’ll give the cd a listen after jimin comes by to pick hwayoung up

you can’t help but wonder why yoongi’s never showed you this stuff before

you tuck the photos back in the box before picking it up with you as you get up off the ground

you can’t waIt til he gets back >:-)

“y/n?”

you perk up when you hear the front door slam shut and reach down to turn the stove down on a little

time to get this show on the road

you wipe your hands off on the tea towel before scurrying out of the kitchen to greet ur hardworking husband

“jimin swung by to pick hwayoung up already?” yoongi furrows his brows when he spots hwayoung’s playpen with nO hwayoung in it

darn!!

he was hoping to see her before she left for the night

“mm, you just missed him.” you smile softly and yoongi leans in to press his mouth against yours in a sweet kiss “how was your day?”

you giggle softly when he circles an arm around your waist and starts planting teasing kisses down your jaw

“it was okay… you know, the usual.” he pulls away to give you a quick kiss before pulling his suit jacket off “how was yours?”

“it was alright.” you shrug and bend down to pick his backpack up off the floor “i wrapped hwayoung’s hair up in a little ice-cream towel after i washed her hair and i took a picture of it to show you!!! dinner will be ready soon but… do you want any tea or anything?” you hum and plop his bag down on the couch

“mm, i’m good.” yoongi loosens his tie and shakes his head “i’m going to hop in the shower… you should join me.” he suggests slyly and reaches over to wrap his fingers around your wrist

you giggle when he leans in to kiss u again and the back of your knees hit the arm of the couch as he pushes you back gently

“i have to keep an eye on dinner”

“just turn the stove down for a while” yoongi hums and hooks a finger into the waistband of your shorts

you smack his arm gently

“gO take a shower… suga.”

yoongi freezes

he pulls away from you and his dark brows knit together

did you just-

is he having hearing problems or something because he swoRE he just heard you say-

“what did you just call me?”

you wiggle out of his grip

“i don’t know, agust d. what did i just call you?” you bend down and pull a shoebox out from underneath the coffee table

yoongi pales

o god

a smile creeps onto your face and yoongi pales when you flip the lid off before pulling out a vEry familiar looking notebook and CD out from it

o gOD

hoW DID YOU-

“where did you find that?”

“in the very, very back of the closet.” you sigh happily and open up the notebook

yoongi immediately reaches over but you move away before he gets the chance to snatch it from you

there’s a moment of silence

all of a sudden he practically lunGEs for the box but you grab it and hug it to your chest before scurrying to the other end of the couch

yoongi lets out a groan

“y/n.” he raises a brow “hand me the box and nobody gets hurt.”

you take a step towards the staircase

yoongi does the same

“over.. my… dead… bODY-!” you immediately make a sprint for the staircase and yoongi hOT on your trail

you’re practically cackling with glee as you bound up the stairs before bursting into the bedroom

“give it to me you brAT-“

before you get a chance to shut the door you feel yoongi’s arm snake around your waist and pull you backwards and the box goes fLying up into the air before it (thankfully) lands on the bed

“you know i already looked through the box, right?” you laugh lightly and glance back at yoongi

he lets out a quiet groan “…of course you did.”

“i couldn’t help it!!!!” you sit down on the edge of the bed and yoongi sits down on the other end

“and i bet you have a lot of questions for me, don’t you?”

“oh, i have a million questions for you, suga.”

the two of you start cleaning up the tiny mess and you smile lightly as you pick up another picture

yoongi clears his throat

“back in uni i used to…” he pauses as he flips through his notebook

it’s so weird going through this book again after years of it collecting dust in the closet

it’s weird thinking that he could’ve become a rapper instead of a businessman lol

“i used to be a soundcloud rapper and stuff buT i don’t know it’s not a big deal and also looking back it’s actually kind of embarrassing liKE i wrote a line in one of my songs about taking someone to hong kong because of my tongue technology but-“

“how old were you in these pictures??” you coo as you look through some more of the pictures

what a heartthrob!!!!!!!

yoongi leans over to look at the photo

he purses his lips in thought

“like… 20?“

aH

so he would’ve been in his third year of university in these pictures

…oh you definitely would’ve had a crush on him if you guys went to uni together

if he was in his third year yoU would’ve been in your first year

you snort at the thought of 18 year old you drooling over 20 year old yoongi

it’s not much different to 24 year old you drooling over 26 year old yoongi now but still

“now, c’mon. put that away so we can go and take a shoWer-“

you gasp when you look at this next picture

jesus chRIST

you flip it around so yoongi can look at it and his face flushes

“…are you wearing makeup?”

“…it wasn’t mY idea okaY-“

“take it easy on the eyeliner next time!!!” you cackle as you hop up on the bed and wave the pictures around “oh yoongi you hAVe to let me frame these-“

you start bouncing up and down on the bed and yoongi snorts

“you are a child-“

“A to the G to U to the STD, A to the G to U to the sTD-“ you pump your arm up into the air as you continue bouncing around wildly “-woAH-“

yoongi whaCks the back of your knees and you buckle immediately

you can’t help but grin as you flop down on the bed and land on your back

you love teasing yoongi normally and noW you have so much new material to work with

yoongi settles in between your legs and pins an arm above your head

“you are insufferable.”

“it’s nothing to be embarrassed about!! i actually think it’s kinda sexy” you hum and reach up to run a hand through his hair

he hums and turns to press a kiss to your palm when you cup his cheek

“you do not think it’s sexy.”

“no, i’m serious!! are you kidding me?? 18 year old y/n would’ve dropped to her knees for you like that if she found out you were a somewhat successful soundcloud rapper.”

yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes as he crawls off of you and gets off of the bed “cut it ouT y/n”

you grin

you will never cut it out

in fact you’re going to amp it up a little bit just because you :) like :) pushing :) yoongi’s :) buttons

you watch as he starts to unbutton his shirt and you toss the pictures aside before getting on your hands and knees and crawling towards him

“aw, come on… i’m just an innocent little freshman who wants you to take her back to your soundproof studio-“ you purr and get up on your knees

you lean in and press your mouth against yoongi’s as your fingers undo a button

“oh yeah? what else do you want?”

a little role-play never hurts and yoongi will very happily play along

“want you to take me to hong kong with your tongue technology-” 

yoongi immediately lets out a groan

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

drabble tag

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Lostcauses Fic: Chrome

This is for @flecksofpoppy​ who pointed out that while there's plenty of fan art of those leggings, they really deserve some fic.  Also for @fullmetallizard​ and anyone else who has grown to love Levi Ackerman’s fabulous fashion disaster.

“You’re not going out wearing that!”

Levi gapes at his flatmate aghast.

“Wearing what?”  Petra’s looks down at herself, nose scrunching into a little frown.

“That!” Levi waves his hand vaguely in his friend’s direction.

“You mean these?”  Petra peers at her shiny silver leggings, frown turning into something a bit more apprehensive.  “Why? Do they make my ass look big?” She cranes her head over her shoulder in an unsuccessful attempt to see her petite bottom.

“What the fuck? You’ve barely got an ass!”

“What’s wrong then?”

“Looks like something a twelve year old girl would wear.”  

“No it doesn’t!” Petra huffs.  “I’ll have you know this jacket came from a chi chi little boutique in the West End and the leggings are from a really cool Japanese outlet online.”

“I don’t care where they’re from,” Levi snorts dismissively, “I’m not going out with you looking like that.”

“And who made you the fashion police all of a sudden?”  Petra pouts, sticking her chin out defiantly.

“Just saying…”

“Just jealous more like.”  Petra sniffs haughtily.

“What the hell would I be jealous off?”

“My lovely new leggings!”

“Fuck off.  I wouldn’t be seen dead in that fashion disaster.”  Levi replies, clearly horrified.

“Ooh get you Mr Style Icon.”  Petra cast a sarcastic eye over Levi’s black jeans and equally black t-shirt. “You know Levi, for a gay man your wardrobe is awfully straight.”

“Fuck you.”

“Y’know, I can kinda see you in these.”  

Petra sidles up to Levi and waggles one shiny leg in front of him.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re no fun.  Anyway, I don’t care what you think, I think I look hot.”

“Mutton dressed as lamb more like,” Levi mutters under his breath as Petra turns away to pick up her bag.

“I heard that Levi Ackerman!” Petra whirls around and prods Levi hard in the chest. “Right, if you’re so convinced that this is such a fashion faux pas why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?”

“What the hell are you talking about Pet?”

“If I can pull wearing my fabulous new leggings tonight, you have to wear them to the club next weekend.”

“No fucking way.”

“Don’t worry honey,” Petra smiles sweetly, patting Levi on the cheek “I’m sure you’ve got nothing to worry about if I look like mutton.”

The clubs is as busy and noisy as might be expected for a gay club on a Friday night and Levi can feel a headache starting as soon as he steps into the dark, strobe lit interior. He makes one circuit of the dance floor with Petra before retreating to a quieter area at the back of the bar.  He’s promised his friend he’ll stay for one drink at least.  By the time he’s finished his drink, Petra has already disappeared into the crowd with a tall person wearing glasses, a wild smile and messy hair tied up in a pony tail.  Levi pulls out his phone, shoots her a short text message telling her he’s leaving and to call a cab to get home, then he makes his way out of the club, sighing with relief as he exits the hot noisy club into the cool night air.

Levi wakens late the next morning; he doesn’t work on Saturdays so there’s no hurry to get up, though his desperate need for tea forces him out of bed just after nine.  The flat is quiet and peaceful, perfect for a relaxing Saturday morning. Levi is on his second cup of tea when he realizes that the flat is altogether too quiet and that he has no recollection of hearing Petra coming home the night before.  He hastily reaches for his phone and, sure enough, there are three messages from Petra sent at four in the morning.  The first is a blurry selfie of Petra and the messy haired person he’d last seen her with at the club.  The second reads going home with Hanji, going to make cocktails & toast & cheese. don’t wait up!  The third message, sent a few minutes later simply says i win ur turn next wk. It takes Levi a moment to figure out what it means but when he does, his stomach drops.  Fuck.  Petra pulled. He’s lost the bet.

It’s Sunday afternoon before Petra stumbles back to the flat, still wearing the silver leggings and the smuggest grin Levi has ever seen in his life.  

“No.” Levi states flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Absolutely fucking not.”

“A deal’s a deal,” Petra chirrups before collapsing onto the couch and demanding coffee, blankets and crap tv.

Levi does not intend to give in without a fight.  He dedicates every spare moment of the week thinking up any excuse that will allow him to wriggle out of the bet with his dignity intact.

“I’m skint.  I can’t afford to go out this weekend.”  He tries on Monday evening.

“No problem”, Petra smiles sweetly, “I’ve just been paid.”

On Tuesday morning he tries coughing unconvincingly.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go out on Friday, I’m coming down with a cold.”

“No you’re not,” Petra snips without even looking up from her cereal.

“How the fuck do you know, Nurse Ral?”

“Because,” Petra waves her spoon at him, “on the vanishingly rare occasions you do actually get ill, you always deny it.  Honestly Levi you one of these guys who’d stand there with their arm hanging off claiming it’s only a scratch.”

She does have a point.  

“There’s no way I’ll get into your stupid fucking leggings,” Levi protests on Wednesday, “they’re way too small.”

“Nuh uh.” Petra sticks her head out of the bathroom where she’s dying her hair. “These leggings are made of the stretchiest fabric known to mankind, I’m sure you’ll manage to squeeze your ass into them sweetie.”

“It’s not my ass I’m worried about…” Levi mutters darkly.

“But what if I rip them?”  He pleads on Thursday, desperation giving way to despair.

“Rip them? Hoping so see some action are you?” Petra smirks.  God dammit she can be annoying sometimes. “Well if they come down in a blaze of glory so be it.  They helped me pull, maybe they’ll work the same magic for you!”  She reaches across the couch where they’re sitting and ruffles Levi’s hair.  Levi wishes for death.

By the end of the week Petra’s almost supernatural ability to get her own way wins out and Levi regretfully concludes that he will either have to move out and find a new flat, possibly even adopt a new identity, or suck it up, and wear the fucking leggings.

Saturday comes around with swift and awful inevitability and finds Levi standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom, gazing at his reflection with abject horror.  After several false starts he has regretfully concluded that the only way he is going to be able to wear Petra’s hideous leggings is if he goes commando. That still doesn’t make getting into them any easier.  Petra has offered to help of course but he refuses to let her into the bedroom on the grounds that he is half naked and she refuses to stop laughing.  

“Oh come on Levi,” she had pleads from the other side of the door, “don’t be a baby, there’s no need to be shy. You know I’m not remotely interested in dick, yours or anyone else’s!”

It takes a great deal of undignified maneuvering to worm his way into the leggings but once they’re on, Levi can’t help admitting that they feel rather nice.  The fabric is fine and stretchy and the metallic surface feels smooth and cool to the touch.  However it’s when he turns round and looks in the mirror that the full horror of the situation really hits him.  The leggings hug every curve and cleft of his nether regions, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.  In fact the silver sheen actually seems to accentuate his assets, highlighting the outline of his dick, the cheeks of his ass.  

“Fuck.” He groans, burying his face in his hands.

“Leeeeevi!” Petra pleads, between fits of giggles, from the other side of the door, “come on, we’ll be late, you can’t stay in there all night.”

Shaking his head, Levi grabs the longest shirt he can find from his closet then, taking a deep breath, he opens the door.

“Oh my god! Petra squeals, eyes round as saucers. “Oh. My. God!”

“Right, fuck this,” Levi snaps retreating back into his room and attempting to slam the door.

Petra is too quick for him though.  

“Uh uh, no you don’t.” She catches him by the arm and drags him back out into the hallway with surprising strength for one so small. “No, no, no.  We made a deal.”  She wags her finger sternly at Levi. “Right now, stand there.”

She plants Levi firmly on the spot and walks around him to admire the view.  By the time she’s facing him again her gleeful grin has been replaced by a small pout.

“Damn, Levi, unfair.”

“You’re telling me this is unfair?”

“No, it’s not fair, these leggings look better on you than they do on me.  How the hell do you do that?”  

“I look like a fucking oven ready chicken,” Levi mutters.

“Oh don’t be such a drama queen.  It’s a gay club, silver leggings are practically dress down for a Saturday night.  Come on, time to go.   I told Hanji I’d meet her at the club just after eleven.”  She tosses the black satin jacket at Levi and, ignoring any further protests, ushers him out the door.

Petra is right of course, amongst the lycra and sequins and booty shorts, Levi’s silver leggings are far from the most flamboyant thing on the dancefloor.  In fact the only person in the club who sticks out like a sore thumb is a tall blond guy propping up the bar who’s wearing an electric blue suit, complete with white shirt and red tie.  I mean, who the fuck wears a suit and tie to a gay club on a Saturday night?

Levi doesn’t have time to check out the conspicuous blond before Petra is dragging him onto the dance floor. The DJ is on top form tonight, mixing up the usual high-energy trash with something a bit heavier, a bit more bassy.  It really hits the spot.  As Levi looses himself in the music and the euphoria he can’t help noticing that the silver leggings allow a certain freedom of movement and he’d be lying if he didn’t notice the admiring glances cast his way as the lights shine of the skin tight silver fabric.  

By the time Levi fights his way off the dancefloor almost an hour later he’s dripping with sweat and gasping for a drink.  He makes his way over to the bar and is shouldering his way through the throng when he hears a voice at his ear.

“You look hot.”

Levi turns around to give the stranger his best death glare and finds himself looking up at the blond in the blue suit.  The very tall, very gorgeous blond in the blue suit.

“Subtle,” he drawls sarcastically.

Not remotely daunted by Levi’s fuck off attitude the man throws his head back and laughs.

“No, I meant hot as in you look like you need to cool down, though now you come to mention it…” He grins and there’s something wolfish there that intrigues Levi.  “Can I buy you a drink?”

Levi sweeps a swift appraising eye over the man. Talking of hot…

“Sure,” he shrugs.  “Just water.”

Levi retreats to a relatively quiet corner away from the bar and the man returns shortly afterwards with carrying a gin and tonic and a bottle of water.   Levi gulps down the cold water gratefully.  He can feel the man’s eyes on his throat as he swallows and when some of the water trickles out of the corner of his mouth to pool in the hollow of his throat, he doesn’t wipe it away.

“I’m Erwin,” the man says, as Levi lowers the bottle from his mouth.  His eyes follow the trail of water sliding down Levi’s throat.

“Erwin…” Levi draws the name out over his tongue.  “So what’s your story?” He nods in the direction of the man’s suit, one brow raised in query.

“Excuse me?”  The man looks confused for a moment.  “Oh! You mean this?  The suit? I was at a work colleague’s wedding.  The maid of honour was trying to pair me off with the best man, some lanky guy with a ratty little moustache, so I thought it was time to make my excuses.”

“Not your type huh?”

“No,” Erwin replies, and there’s that predatory glint in his eye again, “not my type.”

Levi lifts the bottle to his lips again, drinking slowly.  Erwin’s eyes never leave his face.

“I like your leggings,” Erwin comments as Levi caps the bottle and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Are you taking the piss?”

“No not at all.  Chrome is very next season.”

“Chrome…what?” Levi stutters. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Chrome accents,” Erwin explains as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “They’re going to be everywhere come spring.  You’re way ahead of the curve.”

Levi eyes the man flatly.

“And you know this how?  What are you, some kind of stylist, or designer or shit?”

“Me?  God no,” Erwin laughs,  “but I do work for a publishing company that has a lot of fashion and lifestyle titles in its portfolio.  You just pick up on this kind of stuff.  Apparently chrome is the next big thing.”

“Chrome huh?” Levi deadpans “Not sure it’s really my colour.”

“Oh I don’t know. It accentuates…” Erwin pauses, letting his gaze track slowly down over Levi’s body and back up to his face, “the colour of your eyes.”

Levi snorts, but really, he was just thinking exactly the same thing.  The man, Erwin, has the most impossibly blue eyes he has ever seen, which are only highlighted by the electric blue of his pristine suit.  It’s a winning combination.

Now Levi is a man who appreciates good grooming. To say that rough trade is not his thing would be the understatement of the century, however there is something about that immaculate blue suit, the neat side swept hair, the man’s clean fresh cologne, that brings out a primal urge in Levi to see the handsome blonde completely wrecked and ruined. The thought sends a bolt of heat straight to his groin, making him fidget uncomfortably.

Blondie, of course, notices.

“Are you all right there?”

“These things are fucking strangling me,” Levi mutters, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks.

“They are rather,” Erwin coughs politely, “form fitting.”

“Form fitting?”  Levi can’t help choking back a laugh.  “You have no fucking idea. I nearly did myself an injury trying to get into them. Fuck knows how I’m going to get them off.”

“Well if you need a hand, I’d be very happy to oblige,” Erwin replies without missing a beat.

“Fuck.  You’re really not subtle are you?”

Erwin leans in, and when he speaks again, Levi can feel his breath hot against his cheek.

“Says the grown man in the silver leggings and the satin jacket.  Shall we go?”

Levi answers by fisting his hand in the red tie and dragging the man down for a long bruising kiss.

They’re already half way to the door of the club when Levi stops.

“Hang on, I need to text my flatmate.”

He pulls his phone from the pocket of Petra’s satin jacket.

I’m off Pet, see you tomorrow

Going home already?  Petra texts back immediately.

Maybe.  Maybe not.

“omg! u pulled? did you pull?  did my leggings work their magic again?

Fuck off.  

Levi snorts out a laugh.

“Something funny?” Erwin asks.

“No, just my stupid flatmate. Come on lets go.”

Before shoving his phone back in his pocket and following Erwin out the door, Levi shoots off one last text.

PS I’m keeping your leggings

[jungshookz]

I rlly love librarian joon so much that ive been rereading it and i was wondering,,, maybe a drabble on how y/n gets a tutor for her philosophy (or any subject) class and they have lessons in the library and joon gets jealous esp when y/n tutor is obvioUSLY flirting with y/n but shes an oblivious walnut (we still love u y/n) and he gets kind of insecure that y/n doesnt ask him for help instead and constantly ditches him for tutoring lessons and overall just seems to have more fun with her tutor

→ pairing: kim namjoon x reader

→ genre: librarian!joonie is back!!!!, let me introduce you all to arthoe!taehyung, oblivious!y/n, fluffy times + lil bit of angst + tinY bit of smut u know how it be 

→ wordcount: 3.4k

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namjoon usually doesn’t take things personally because he’s groWn and he has better things to fret over

but sweetie

he is FREttING over this very very hard

you decided to take up art history this semester and you didn’t want to sLip so you hooked yourself up with a tutor

you just came out of nowhere and you were like hey by the way i can’t hang out after class today because i have my first tutoring lesson and namjoon was like ?? do you have another philosophy exam or something

“nah i don’t have any more exams i’m just taking art history this year and i want to be ahead of everything and stuff”

wha-

namjoon thinks that he makes a pretty good tutor himself and he would totaLLY memorise 100 books worth of information so that he could teach you because that’S how much he cares for u

but of course he doesn’t think much of it because yeah it makes sense

art history isn’t namjoon’s specialty so obviously you would reach out to someone who’s actually learning the stuff

okay

whatever it’s fine

“okay! are we still going for dinner?”

“i’ll let you know but honestly probably not?? i’m behind on coursework and taehyung’s going to go over everything that i missed which is a lot!!! i’ll text you later dweeb” namjoon doesn’t even get the chance to respond before you’re leaning down to give him a quick peck and then you just yeEt out of the library

….taehyung

your tutor is a guy

which is fine!!!! totally fine

he’s just curious as to who this taehyung guy is

he’s not like a super jealous freak of a boyfriend it’s all good

namjoon purses his lips before shrugging to himself and bringing his attention back to his laptop

about 20 minutes pass and namjoon’s phone buzzes on the desk

‘we’re still on for dinner!!! i’ll meet u outside the library at 6’

hAh

see

nothing to worry about

hey

so

remember the thing namjoon said about having nothing to worry about

now he has something to worry about

it’s nearing 6:45 and you still haven’t shown up

namjoon sighs and leans against the front door

he could go back into the library but he already set up the alarm system for the night and he locked everything up

god it’s cold tonight

he shudders and wraps his coat tighter around himself

where are you??

and right on cue namjoon’s phone starts ringing in his pocket

he scrambles to unlock his phone and he brings it up to his ear

“y/n?”

“joon?? i’m so sorry!!!! i completely forgot about dinner i didn’t even know how quickly time was going by!!!”

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” namjoon clears his throat and musters a smile “i’ll see you tomorrow?”

it’s good that you’re taking your studying more seriously

yeah it kinda sucked standing out here in the cold for literally 45 minutes but u know what it’s greAt that you’re so passionate about learning new things now

“uh-huh! oh, i have to tell you aLL about taehyung he’s hilarious and he taught me so sO much and i didn’t even know studying could be this much fun! anyways i promise i’ll make it up to you-”

uh

UM

U M

what’s thAT supposed to mean

was studying philosophy with namjoon not fun???? he made like a shiTload of fancy flashcards and you seemed like you were having fun!!!

namjoon presses his lips together to keep himself from saying anything snarky even tho he really wants to

“i’m sorRy i’m sorry i’m soRRy i’M sorrryyyyryryryryyrryyr-“ you whine and slump in namjoon’s arms when he opens them up to give you a hug when you come in the next day

“it’s hard to hug you when you’re all floppy and boneless.” namjoon chuckles and you stand up straight before wrapping your arms around his neck loosely

you stand up on your tip-toes to give him a peck or two (or three or four or five) and namjoon hums contently

you should ditch him more often if it gets u to act like this (just kidding he didn’t like being ditched it was awful)

he has you sandwiched in between the book cart and himself and you’re not usually a PDA kinda gal but you can work with this

“do you forgive me?” you adjust his tie and namjoon leans down a little to sneak another kiss from you

“i haven’t decided yet.” namjoon jokes and you let out a small whine

“maybe if you take a quick break.,.. we can go into the backroom..,.,., i’m sure i can find other ways for you to forgive me.,,” you whistle and trace your finger along his chest and namjoon scoffs playfully before stepping aside and letting you out of the bookcart-namjoon sandwich

“i forgive you, don’t worry about it, hm? i’m sure it won’t happen again.”

“yes, you’re right! it won’t happen again. …and i wasn’t kidding about the backroom thing.”

“tempting, but… someone was being a little too loud in there last time.” namjoon pokes your nose before sliding a couple books onto the shelf and wheeling the cart back to the front counter

meanwhile you’re trailing behind him the whole time

“touché. you’re coming over to my place this weekend, right?”

“correct” namjoon opens the little gate to let himself behind the counter

“good!!! i made sure to fluff up your pillows anD i put the shirts and boxers that u left last time in the drawer”

“oh, i get my own drawer already?” namjoon teases and although you roll your eyes your cheeks are starting to heat up

ya he has his own drawer now so what it’s not a biG deal okAY

“ooh, by the way - do you think i can study here today?” you point over to the lounge area where your backpack is thrown haphazardly over the couch and your notes and pens are scattered everywhere

..classic

“the classroom that we usually go to is booked up.” you lean over the counter and give namjoon your cutest pout “and i already told taehyung to meet me here”

ah

right

taehyung

he still doesn’t know who the guy is

whoever he is he made you ditch dinner but namjoon isn’t biTTer or anyThing

namjoon rolls his eyes playfully “don’t look at me like that, you. of course you can study here! just make sure to keep it quiet and stuff since this is the library, after all”

hey

spoiler alert: namjoon agreeing to let you study here was a big fat MISTAKE

why do bad things happen to good people

in this case the bad thing is kim taehyung and the good person is namjoon in case that wasn’t already painfully obvious

namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes when he hears another giggle slip past your lips

yes

he loves the sound of your giggle

but noT when it’s caused by kim taehyung

namjoon peeks over the top of his book to look over at you two again

what even is he wearing

are those shoes from guCCI

he has dad-looking square framed silver glasses which look a loT lamer than namjoon’s thick-framed glasses in his humble opinion

and he’s wearing a dangly earring but it’s only in one ear like if ur going to wear dangly earrings u might as well wear them in both ears

and he’s wearing a beret???? this is the LIBRARY this is not PARIS

cE N’EST PAS PARIS

taehyung leans forward and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing the leg of your chair and pulling you closer as you continue to babble on about something

meanwhile namjoon’s just sitting behind the counter gawking at the two of you

what is happening????? what the hell is this??????

“now, lift your hand.” taehyung’s baritone voice is suddenly all namjoon can focus on

jesus

his voice is like.,.,. smooth dark chocolate.,.,,. warm honey.,,.,.,.smokey,.., bbq sauce?,.., the point is namjoon sounds like a frog going through puberty compared to taehyung

namjoon is very obviously staring at the two of you now he’s not even going to try and hide it

“-the elegantly, loosely held hands from da vinci probably represent the most exquisite drawing of hands in the history of art…” taehyung hums and presses his hands against yours before loosely intertwining his fingers with yours “every detail of the long fingers and the beautifully modulated shading produces a convincing effect of reality so that one can almost know the person from her hands…” he pulls away and traces his finger from the tip of your middle finger down to your wrist

hausdhKJSHFJKHDS

is that allOWED ??? is that alloweD????????

namjoon is noT going to let this.,.., this.,,.,., ART HOE steaL you from him

and that’s when the lightbulb appears above his head

art history can’t be thAt hard to master…right?  

long ass story short: namjoon spends the entire night going through your syllabus and making sure he’s brushed up on all of the topics so that when he teaches you he’ll have somewhat of an idea of what he’s talking about

he took out a bunch of history books and lugged them all home and he has sticky notes everywhere and his brand new notebook is full of information relating to art history

he pauses and stops typing and leans back against his chair

what the hell is he doing

he’s seriously going to sit here the whole night doing research on a topic he’s never studied before because HE wants to be the one to teach you instead of stupid taehyung

….the answer is yes

namjoon adjusts his glasses and begins typing out his notes again

“the elegantly loosely held hands represent the most exquisite drawing of hands in the history of art…” namjoon mocks taehyung when he gets to a part in the textbook where it talks about da vinci “i bet he has some kind of hand fetish.,,. that beret-wearing weirdo”

maybe he’s being a little too harsh

namjoon is not a mean-spirited person

he’s just not used to.,..,,. relationship.,,., things..,., and the..,., the jealousy thing

he thinks that it’s stupid that he’s jealous but he can’t help it okay

he can be insecure sometimes and right now he’s kinda insecure because taehyung is smooth and handsome and charming and namjoon is weird and awkward and dorky but like in an endearing way??? kinda?? and-

u know what he’s not going to worry about this he doesn’t have time to worry he needs to write out these notes

the point is  

these are unfamiliar waters

he lets out a small breath

okay

nice and calm

everything’s good

EVERYTHING IS NOT GOOD

EVERYTHING IS BAD AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE AND THIS LIBRARY’S LOCATION IS IN HELL

“aw, joonie, that’s awfully sweet of you, but you didn’t have to! taehyung has it covered.” you coo and reach up to cup namjoon’s cheek “okay i’m going to go back to-“

“wait- you don’t even wanna try studying with me?? l-look, i made flash cards and everything!” namjoon sets the textbooks down on the counter with a thud before reaching over and grabbing the whole stack of multicoloured flash cards

“well, maybe we can study together… later! you really didn’t have to do all of this for me…” you trail off and furrow your brows

namjoon did a LOT of work like he filled out an entire notebook with notes and this is a thicc stacc of flashcards

“plus you need to dust the bookshelves, don’t you? why don’t you go ahead and do that?”

“y/n, you coming back?” you look over your shoulder and taheyung’s looking over at you worryingly and you wave him off

“yes! hold on, i’m just-“

“c’mon come sit let taehyung take a pee break or something let’s do some study- oH OH u know what i actually have a surprise for you!” namjoon rifles through his papers before sliding a brochure over to you “there’s an art exhibition in town this weekend! i can take you!!!!”

namjoon’s not aware of this but you’re not really paying attention to him because you’re looking through all the notes he wrote out for you

this is a loT of work how long did he take to write all of this down

you look up at him when you realise he’s stopped talking “sorry what was tha-“

“y/n! c’mon, i was just getting to the good part of the book.” taehyung suddenly appears behind you and wraps his fingers around your wrist

“oh, yep! okay, uh-“ before you know it taheyung’s dragging you back to the couch and you shoot namjoon a sheepish smile

it’s officially been three weeks since taehyung became your tutor

and these have been the worst three weeks of namjoon’s life

after the whole desperation act everything’s just seemed to get worse and worse and woRSE

suddenly taehyung is sucking up all of your time

you can’t grab a bite to eat with joon because taehyung wants you to watch a documentary to learn more about the mona lisa

you can’t hang out with joon in general because you’re spending every free minute studying your ass off

and all of these things have a common link

KIM TAEHYUNG

oOH god namjoon has never actively hated a person before but there’s always time to try new things!!!!!!!! HE HATES HIM

but this

this is just the iCIng on the cake!!! the cherry on the sundae!!!!!! the KICK IN THE ASS

“where are you going?? i thought we were finally going to grab some dinner together.” namjoon raises a brow when he notices you beginning to pack up early

“tae’s taking me to some art exhibition because he says it’s better for me to see the pieces up close rather than through the textbook” you hum as you start packing up your things “but don’t worry! i’ll make it back in time for dinner!!!”

namjoon’s eye twitches

u

you’re going to

you’re going to the art exhibition…. with taehyung……….. but u didn’t want to go when he suggested it.,,.,,.,.

“oh. i see.” namjoon slaps his book shut and clears his throat

you look over your shoulder before turning around

“…something’s wrong.”

see you have a thick skull but not to the point where you can’t see that something is obviously wrong

namjoon can practically hear the gears click-click-clicking away in your head as you stare at him blankly while trying to figure out what it is….,,. you did wrong,.,.,. ??

namjoon looks up at you and raises a brow “nothing’s wrong.” he shrugs casually before checking the time on his watch “you should probably head out to meet tae soon.” he murmurs a liTTLe more aggressively than he would’ve liked to murmur and brings his attention to his laptop

click-click-click-click-click

oh

OH

OH SHIT

oOOOohHHhHHH

“aw, joonie… i’m sorry!!!!” you pout and bend down and wrap your arms around him from behind as best as you can

“have i not been giving my doting boyfriend enough attention?” you tease and pop a kiss on his cheek before propping your chin up on his shoulder and namjoon lets out a sigh and stops typing

“cut it out, y/n” namjoon mutters and shrugs you off and you let out a breath

damn

he really mad

“namjoon, c’mon. i’m sorry, alright? i should’ve- you know how thick i am sometimes i thought tae was just being friendly because he seems like a naturally touchy person!”

“no one that friendly ever has friendly intentions.” namjoon turns around in his wheely chair to face you and raises a brow  

“i’m sorry, joon. really, i am.” you plop yourself down on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck before leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder

his arm slinks around your waist and he rests his other hand over your lap

“no, you don’t have anything to apologise for… it’s just me and my dumb insecurities.” namjoon coughs and you pop up immediately

“what insecurities?”

“i… i dunno… taehyung is… well, he’s not ugLy, that’s for sure.,., and he seems like he’s pretty well-off with his gucci shoes and his fancy berets.,.,. aNd he seems super smart like i heard him speaking fluent french and yA i can speak french too but not thAt well and whenever i hear him explaining things to you he’s super well spoken and it makes me feel like maybe i… maybe i’m not good enough for-“

“Don’T finish that sentence. don’t!!!” you gawk and furrow your brows

how could he even think that???

“you have absolutely nothing to be insecure about. i don’t like taehyung like that, i like you. i don’t care about his gucci shoes and his french and his fancy terminology.,.,, i only like him because he makes tutoring really fun! i like you, okay? you with your dorky glasses and your grandpa cardigans and your big, big… brain!” you beam at joon and he scoffs and rolls his eyes “if it makes you feel any better i think his cologne is waY too overpowering.”

“huh. that oddly does make me feel a little better.” he hums and you grin before leaning in to give him a kiss

you tilt your head to deepen the kiss and your hand slides up namjoon’s chest to fiddle with his tie

namjoon nudges you off his lap and you’re confused for a split second but then he’s pulling you down so that you can straddle him

“how much time do you have before you have to meet taehyung?” namjoon asks innocently although his hands are not so innocently sliding down your back and getting dangerously close to underneath your skirt

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and starts planting warm kisses on your skin  

you glance at his laptop over his shoulder “mm, 20 minutes?” you breathe out and let out a gasp when namjoon bucks his hips slightly

“is the,, uh.,, the act of forgiveness that you owed me for ditching me last week.,.,., is that still a thing?” namjoon pulls away and you nod quickly because YES it is still very much a thing “…u wanna… help me restock some books in the backroom before you leave?”

…u don’t even need to answer that question

taehyung enters the library to see that nobody is at the front desk

you were supposed to meet him by the math building but u didn’t show up.,., so naturally he decided to come to the library

he raises a brow and looks around the empty library

where-

“oh my god, namjoon!”

tae’s eyes pop out of their sockets when the silence is suddenly broken by a very loud moan

is that

is that u

oh my god

“yes, please, oh my god yes-“

…he’s just going to wait outside for you

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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