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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 years

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End of the Tunnel: XI

Description: It’s almost been a year since Freed Weasley was lost to the Battle of Hogwarts, and for George Weasley it might as well be an eternity. He is lost in the dark, no color to be found. Until suddenly there might be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Warnings: a lil angst, fluff, language, and quick batch of public smut

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It took them both a few days to fall back into the comfortable pattern they had once had.

George gained the habit of staring guiltily across the dinnertable while she sipped her tea. He softly flinched every time she touched him, apologizing when he eyes widened and lips parted to form her own apology. And while he longed to hold her in his sleep, he couldn’t bring himself to pull her into his arms without feeling like an imposter.

Hannah was fairing no better. While reading the paper she would glance at George, if only to check that he wasn’t glaring at her. She jumped whenever he walked into the room, worried that the accusations would soon follow. Every time she considered doing something nice she fretted, worried that he would look and see an off brand Fred wandering around their kitchen. And god, she wished he would hold her in his sleep, it was so terribly difficult to sleep without his arms holding her tight.

It had been a week since Hannah had come home, and they were eating dinner. She was trying to read the paper, but the feeling of George’s guilty eyes left her illiterate. Finally, in exhaustion, she slammed the paper down on the table and marched into the bathroom. She was going to fix this, she had to fix this, or damn it she was going to go crazy. After a quick pep talk that mostly involved deep breaths between each wave of panic, she returned to the kitchen.

“George, we’re going out.”

“What?”

“I’m not kidding, we’re going to go out, meet friends, and get absolutely plastered. I don’t care who you invite, but we’re going out before one of us explodes.”

“Hannah, I don’t-.”

“Tell me going nowhere but work and here have not driven you crazy, and we won’t. Tell me that the tension in this room isn’t killing you, and we won’t.” She tapped her foot on the floor as she waited for his response, and the grin she had missed so much spread across his face.

“Only if you wear the black dress.” She grinned and practically leaped over the table as she hugged him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before dashing towards the bathroom to get ready. With a smile that almost felt foreign he pulled out a pair of clean pants and shirt before ringing up Ron and Hermione.

To say Ron was surprised was an understatement but they quickly agreed.

“Draco will probably be there,” George warned and there was a pause on the other end of the line. He could hear hushed whispers on the other end of the line, most likely a small argument between Ron and Hermione.

“I’ll behave,” he said before pausing, surely waiting for Hermione to leave before adding, “as long as he does.” George chuckled and promised he would, praying that he was right. He hung up after telling Ron to meet them out front of the shop in half an hour.

“Mind if I use the phone, handsome?” came a soft purr from behind him, and when he turned, he remembered why he liked that dress so much. He kissed her before handing her the landline. “I want to invite Draco and Sloane, if that’s okay?”

“You said invite friends.” She grinned before dialing the phone.

“Hey, Sloane?” she began, pausing as her friend rattled on, full of bubbly excitement, “Yeah, yeah of course. Hey, get ready for a night out, grab Draco, and meet us outside George’s store in half an hour.” George could hear the squeal from where he was standing a few feet away. Hannah held the phone away from ear as she said goodbye, hanging up as the squeals ended. George leaned against the kitchen table, watching as Hannah practically burst with excitement. She stared at him for a moment before shuffling closer with a sly grin.

“What?” he asked but she didn’t say anything, only moved closer until she was positioned between his legs. She blinked innocently before guiding his lips down to hers with a gentle hand. He melted into her touch, hands reaching down to pull her closer. His fingers slid beneath the hem of her little, black dress. She grinned; biting is lip softly before pulling away.

“We should go,” she whispered, and he sent her a playful glare.

“So that’s your game?” he asked with a laugh and she shrugged, looking as innocent as the day she was born.

“Shall we?” she asked, offering her arm. He took it and with a resounding crack they arrived in front of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

Ron and Hermione were already there, locking up just as they arrived. Hannah unlatched herself from George and instantly began gushing over Hermione’s dress. It was a beautiful purple, and while it only sat an inch above her knee, its tight fit still managed to make her look absolutely sensual. She had straightened her hair, and Hannah couldn’t help but notice Ron’s inability to take his eyes off his beloved girlfriend.

No, it seemed she was something more, something that came with a shiny diamond ring.

“You’re engaged!” Hannah squealed, grasping Hermione’s hand with uncontained excitement. George glanced at Ron in surprise, who only shrugged. “Since when?”

“A couple weeks ago,” Hermione admitted, and Hannah faltered, the grin on her face dropping as she realized.

“Oh dear, we didn’t. I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Her own lovers spat had gotten in the way of such happy news, but Hermione wasn’t hearing any of her guilt.

“Hannah, I would much rather share it now that we can all be happy,” she promised, taking Hannah’s hands within her own and smiling. Hannah bit her lip, not quite sure how to proceed. Much to her relief, a loud crack interrupted her worries. Sloane and Draco arrived, arm in arm, and Sloane, ever the reporter, noticed the brilliant diamond right away.

“Engaged?” she squealed, and Hermione nodded, a little surprised at this stranger’s excitement.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hannah laughed, “Hermione, this is Sloane Richards, a dear friend of mine. Sloane, this Hermione Granger.”

“Oh, I think I’ve read your articles,” Hermione admitted, “I appreciate your attention to facts.” But Sloane was too busy vibrating with excitement.

“You’re the Hermione Granger, as in war hero, brightest witch of your age, punched Draco Malfoy in the nose, Hermione Granger,” Hermione giggled at the last of the accomplishments and Sloane beamed before glancing from Hermione to Ron who was standing awkwardly beside George. “And you’re Ron Weasley, my god Hannah, you didn’t tell me celebrities were going to be here, I would have dressed up more.”

“You look beautiful,” Draco said before possessively taking her by the waist.

“He flatters me,” she laughed throwing an arm around his shoulders, “But on a more serious note, I need a drink, the Prophet has laid permanent residence inside my ass.” Ron choked and Hermione blushed at her statement, but the rest nodded in agreement.

“There’s a bar next door,” George offered, and they all nodded in agreement before walking the few feet down the pavement. The girls instantly grouped up, gossiping about something or another while the boys were left in the back, awkwardly watching their girlfriends.

The bar was dimly lit with soft purple lightbulbs. Sloane quickly offered to by the drinks before dragging Draco with her towards the bar.

“Well, she’s a lively one,” Ron chuckled, narrowly avoiding Hermione’s elbow, “I’m just saying.”

“I think she’s lovely, from the rumors I’ve heard around the office she’s who you want if the Prophet’s going to interview you. Sticks to the facts, absolutely thrashes anyone who dares to report false information.”

“Oh come off it, you just like her because she’s the one who got Rita Skeeter sacked,” Ron drawled and Hermione blushed. Hannah sidled into George’s side as she watched the fiancés bicker across the table.

Sloane and Draco returned with six bottles of the bars strongest fire whiskey, and it wasn’t before long when they were as thrashed as they had intended. All six were howling with drunken laughter as George told a story about Ron when he had first developed a crush on Hermione.

“He practiced in front of the mirror for months, months I’m telling you!”

“She’s a frightening woman,” Ron defended through hysterics, which only made the rest of the group laugh harder. “Not that it matters, I got her, and you’re all invited to the wedding,” he announced.

Laughter continued to reigned at their little table, and it wasn’t until Sloane and Draco had disappeared for a solid ten minutes when Ron noticed they were missing. “Where’d those two go?” he asked, causing Hannah and Hermione to burst into laughter.

“They’re in the bathroom,” Hannah whispered through giggles and Ron scrunched up his nose.

“They’re completely unhinged,” he said, causing the group to burst into laughter once more.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that,” George whispered into Hannah’s ear, relishing in the sight of the blush that crept up her cheeks. She snuggled closer into his arm with a grin. She was going to respond before she noticed Ron earning a playful slap for making the same suggestion. Hermione was still dying of laughter, but it was clear she was not shagging in some dirty bathroom.

When Sloane and Draco returned, both significantly more ruffled than when they had left, George let out a whistle. Sloane bowed and Draco smirked, still buttoning his shirt. Draco ordered their fifth round of drinks and they downed them with ease. The laughter continued for another half an hour when Hermione suddenly stood, announcing she had to use the loo, asking Hannah and Sloane if they’d like to join her. They all stood and Ron, in his drunken stupor began to protest.

“Sloane, if you shag my girlfriend I’ll have to fight you,” he yelled, sending the girls away giggling. He dropped back into his seat and shook his head as he took another swig of Fire whiskey.

George wasn’t sure if Ron was worried or not.

“Hey, listen Draco,” Ron slurred, his mind quickly falling away from bathroom shenanigans. “I’m sorry about the gala, sometimes I’m just a bigoted fuck,” he announced, and Draco shifted uncomfortably. “I mean, we’ve all been there, judging for family, but damn, I think I just wanted to punch you.” He got a laugh out of that.

“Well, you succeeded,” Draco responded coolly, and George nudged him, silently begging for Hannah’s sake that he would accept the apology. “It’s behind me, let bygones be bygones.” It seemed he had read George’s mind. The boys settled into drunk silence. Draco and George chuckling when Ron tipped forward and began snoring.

The girls returned from the bathroom, laughing at Ron’s snores as they settled back into their chairs. Pleasant conversation continued around the sleeping lump, but it wasn’t long before the rest began to feel the lethargic effects of the liquor.

Quickly paying their tab, the couples stepped into the street. Ron and Hermione walked down the street, laughing all the way as Ron kept trying to grab Hermione’s ass, while singing drinking songs he had learned from one of his older brothers. Sloane and Draco were even handsier, hands never leaving the other as they waved a slurred goodbye and apparating back home. George offered his hand to Hannah, glancing at her when she didn’t take it.

“Were you serious about that bathroom?” she whispered nervously, and he nodded, grinning all the while. Suddenly, with a grin to match his she dragged him back inside and towards the bathroom. He locked the door behind them, setting her on the sink as he slid her dress to her waist. She fiddled with his belt before tossing it to the floor and unbuttoning his pants.

A knock on the door froze them both as they tried to silence their laughter. The handle jiggled before the person disappeared, and then they were jumping each other once more. He slid into her, thumbing the sensitive bud that resided above her entrance. She covered her mouth as she tried to silence her moans, but it wasn’t doing much. She leaned back into the grimy mirror, reaching for anything to steady her as he thrust into her.

“Fuck,” he growled in pleasure and frustration. It was the first time they had had sex in weeks, and he was already close. He tried to hold off, think of anything to keep his release away, but it was an exercise in futility. She was too warm, too soft, and too inviting. The rhythm of his hips stuttered, and she was crying out, nails digging into his shoulders as she came. He followed quickly after, grateful for the release.

They pressed sweaty foreheads together as they giggled, ignoring the annoyed demands to be let into the restroom.

“I think he wants to get in,” she whispered breathlessly.

“He’s awfully impatient, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is.”

“I think we’ll leave it locked,” George said with a grin before apparating them back to his apartment.

“George!” She playfully slapped him, and George shrugged.

“He’s a wizard, he’ll figure it out.” She laughed before yanking him towards the bed and crashing into the covers for round two, and as many rounds as it took to make up for lost time.

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bangtanstorytimetheater · 4 years

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Virtuoso - A MYG Story

CHAPTER ONE

ONE

"We've decided to transfer you to the Chattanooga store."

My manager's words felt like a bad breakup. I felt my heart sink in my chest. This transfer, though unexpected and utterly terrifying, was going to be a huge leap in my career.

The music company I worked for was a small, but very well-respected chain in the tri-state area. I was proud to hold a position there, hosting field trips for elementary-aged children, and helping students demo instruments to find the perfect one. It was a rewarding job that I looked forward to every day, and I was eternally grateful for the opportunity. This transfer would have me leading the new field trip program that the company was getting ready to roll out at the other store.

I had worked at Bangtan Band Box, or BB's as the locals called it, for nearly four years. It was a great place to work, and I had watched business really take off over the time I'd been there. Thanks to a recent year-long renovation project at the store, all of the studios were now equipped with gorgeous new digital pianos and state-of-the-art soundproof walls. Everyone was thrilled with the way it turned out. We even had a grand re-opening block party. Of course, without fail, there was always at least one person who still had a complaint about something.

"The sound on these things just isn't the same. The keys don't feel right. It's not a piano..."

Ninety-two year old Jane Young was the sweetest little lady I had ever met. She was probably the only person at this store whose complaints didn't annoy me. We had grown incredibly close over the past few years I'd worked there. She was a sort of relic, being the very first ever piano teacher to teach lessons at BB's original location. Mrs. Young was the childhood piano teacher of the company CEO, and he had insisted on bringing her onboard when he opened up shop over thirty years ago.

"Jane, I completely understand where you're coming from," I said, reaching out to place my hand over hers on the counter, "They really don't feel the same as acoustic pianos, but admittedly they are pretty nice. At least we'll save a few thousand dollars a year on tuning. And I suppose all we can do at this point is just make the best of it, right?" I smiled, hoping to pull her out of her funk. Jane had been through so much over the years, spending nearly every day of the past three decades in this place, and she was not keen on all the sudden changes.

"You really are wise beyond your years, Faye. I suppose I could at least appreciate the new carpet. That iced tea stain from three years ago will certainly not be missed." she chuckled.

There's the Jane I was hoping to see today, especially today. Should I tell her? No, not yet.

The Following Monday

"Faye! How've you been?" Jin flashed his familiar warm smile and casually held up a hand in a lazy wave. He was always so soft spoken, but still cracking quiet jokes that had you in stitches. He'd worked at the Chattanooga BB's for a few years and we'd known each other from district meetings. He was still fairly new to being an assistant manager, but seemed to be pretty comfortable in his position.

"A bit nervous about the sudden change, but I'm looking forward to working with you. Glad that you're here on my first day. Makes it a lot easier, that's for sure." I sighed. Despite years of auditions and stressful interviews in my music career, meeting new people was still sometimes a bit stressful for me.

DING!

This store had a very loud door chime, entirely different from the one at my previous store. It was jarring, making me jump. Jin let out a louder laugh than I had ever heard come from him. I suppose being in his own store, he probably felt more at-ease than when he was attending the stuffy district meetings. It was nice to hear him laugh so genuinely.

"Didn't you guys have a bell like that at your store?" he asked, setting down his keys next to the register and taking off his coat.

"Nope. And I startle easily, so this will take some getting used to I bet."

"Hey man!" I heard a booming, but cheerful-sounding voice from somewhere over my shoulder. I turned to see a beautiful man with warm, honey skin walking towards me, his dusty blue sweater and light blue jeans accentuating his perfect tan. He had just walked in through the front door and was sweeping his wind-blown golden brown hair out of his eyes. He had a guitar case slung over his shoulder, covered in happy stickers - rainbow flowers, smiley faces, Korean hearts, and the words HOPE WORLD in big, bubbled letters across the center of the case lid.

He must be a teacher here.

"Hope! Hey, this is our new transfer, Faye Jansen. She just moved here from the Woodland Hills store. Faye, this is Hope." Jin said as he motioned towards the statuesque man in blue who was now standing face to face with me at the counter. Hope flashed me a huge, toothy smile as he carefully dropped his guitar case to the floor next to him and extended his hand to shake mine.

"Pleasure to meet you, Faye. What a nice surprise!" he smiled and squeezed my hand gently, "You can call me Hobi."

Why do I feel a little flustered? Is it warm in here or...?

Nevermind.

"Y-yes. Thank you. The pleasure is all mine. It is wonderful to meet you, Hobi. What instrument do you teach?" I asked, trying to turn the attention away from myself. I had seen the guitar case, so he was obviously a guitar instructor, but I was too flustered to think straight. I wasn't normally shy around anyone, but he was strikingly handsome, in a way I had not seen in real life before, so I almost needed a moment to catch my breath.

He seemed to notice that I was feeling a little flustered, glanced down at the guitar case then back up at me and smiled, seeming a little amused.

"Guitar. I assume you play something as well?" he asked, his fingers fidgeting with the strap of the clear plastic messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

"I studied classical voice in college, but I also play oboe and piano. I did all the demos for the field trips at the Woodland Hills BB's." I was proud of what I did, but I wasn't trying to sound too proud. Musicians can take perceived cockiness to be a huge turn-off.

"Ah, wind instruments. I envy that. I could never get past my initial few trumpet lessons as a kid. I thought I was going to pop a blood vessel in my face!" he laughed, "So instead I break old peoples' hips."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed, "That sounds terrible. Care to elaborate on that?"

"A group of us here have a jazz ensemble. We play shows every Thursday and Saturday. The older folks love to get up and dance. Let's just say that sometimes they dance themselves right into needing a wheelchair the next day. Anyway, we get pretty decent paying gigs at The Yeontan Lounge, playing all the old jazz standards. You should join us sometime. We love having other artists step in. Speaking of, Jin will you be at practice tonight?" Hobi said, suddenly turning towards Jin.

"You're in the ensemble too, Jin? That's amazing. What do you play?" I asked, excited to hear more about the group, and especially excited to hear them play.

"Upright bass. You should sing with us tonight, Faye. I heard you sing karaoke at the company party a few years ago. You sounded great. Are you still performing these days?" Jin asked.

"I haven't performed in quite a few months, but I'm sure I can manage a casual jam session tonight. What song should I prepare for you?" I asked, my disciplined mind already scrambling to come up with the perfect piece for my vocal range.

"Why don't you sing At Last by Etta James? That's a classic. Can't go wrong there." Jin suggested, glancing over at Hope for approval.

Hobi stuck out his lower lip and nodded, raising his eyebrows. He seemed pleased at the song suggestion.

"Hearing a classical singer take on At Last is going to be something special, I bet. Looking forward to it," he said. "See you tonight."

"Likewise," I said, watching him walk towards the hall of studios.

DING!

There's that goddamn door chime again.

Startled at the sound, I clumsily dropped the pen I had been holding against my notebook, and it loudly clinked on the glass countertop.

As I reached to pick it up, embarrassed at my unintended slapstick routine, out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone walking in my direction from the front door.

I looked up, and it was as if time slowed to a crawl. My eyes met the gaze of a tall, slender man with shaggy black hair and smooth, porcelain skin, wearing a button-up denim jacket, skinny jeans, and converse - all black. He didn't stop walking, but our eyes locked until he was out of view.

Instantly, I felt this surge of electricity throughout my body, as if he physically touched me when he walked past me. It was strange... and exhilarating. His deep chocolate eyes had so much fire behind them, they burned straight into my soul.

I had to know his name.

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Thank you for reading the first chapter of my book! I'll be updating every Sunday at the very least, but hopefully more frequently than that.

Looking forward to your feedback and suggestions!

This first chapter is dedicated to the lovely 0o_pervy_noona_oO who started me on my Bangtan ff addiction, and inspired me to write my own.

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got7-poetry · 5 years

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Eternity

Pairing: Bambam X Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Word count: 7,615

Summary: Jungkook meets the most stunning looking man he has ever seen and falls for him, hard.

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, starvation, sleep deprivation, lots of crying, unnecessary amounts of love, attempt at some amount of humour

[a/n]: This is my first ever GOT7 fic so please be kind :) I have a BTS blog as well that you can check out, this fic is also posted there: @bts-poetry. I hope you enjoy it!

The rows of colourful, flashy clothing in front of Jungkook did little to ease his tension. Jungkook hated shopping for clothes that weren't cargo pants and oversized t shirts, all in black, of course. But his best friend had decided to host a big party to let idols mingle and get to know eachother and he insisted that Jungkook also come, even though he really didn't want to.

Being such a fancy event, he realised he didn't have anything appropriate for the setting and went out to a luxury mall is Seoul that idols like him visited often. He stepped inside the first store that looked appealing, not that he cared about the price of anything, being one of few people his age who held a black card. The racks of jackets and shirts covered in sequins and glitter left him dazed.

He picked one shirt in a deep red colour that looked moderately sober along with a pair of plain black pants and a black embroidered blazer and was heading for the changing rooms when a man clad in the most outrageous outfit Jungkook had ever seen, stepped out.

The man in question wore a black suit covered in gold crystal work and black skinny jeans along with white heeled boots and a thick Cuban link chain around his neck. His silver blond hair was styled perfectly, as if he was to step on to a runway immediately. He twirled around, checking his outfit out in a mirror nearby as the shop staff complimented his choice.

Jungkook was shocked to say the least. He had never seen a man as beautiful as the one in front of him. He knew that the man was probably a model or something but he was so incredibly captivating that Jungkook couldn't help but stare. It was when one of the staff told him that the dressing room was free, that he snapped out of his trance and hurried away.

The outfit fit Jungkook well, he had to admit, the pants defining his storing thighs nicely. He stepped out of the room to look in one of the big mirrors when he heard someone clapping. Jungkook turned around to see the man from before sitting on one of the couches that was scattered around the store. He was holding a glass of champagne in one hand, courtesy of the staff with one leg folded over the other.

"That blazer looks nice on you" The silver haired man commented. He stood up and made his was towards Jungkook and pulled on the lapels of his blazer, smoothing them in place. He walked away for a moment before returning with a pair of Louboutins and Jungkook wordlessly put them on. While he was tying the laces, the man got him a simple chain with a pendant made up of two snakes and fastened it around his neck.

"What do you think?" The man asked, standing behind Jungkook as he stared at himself in the mirror. The few odd corrections that the man made including fixing his collar and getting him a new belt really brought the look together.

"It looks great, thank you.." Jungkook trailed off. He realised he didn't even know the name of the man in front of him.

"I'm Bambam, nice to meet you" The man offered his hand which Jungkook accepted. He knew he had heard the name somewhere and took a moment to recall it.

"You're the rapper from GOT7, right? I'm Jungkook, the pleasure's all mine" He said with a small smile. Bambam nodded, affirming his suspicions and confirming that he was in fact the famous Thai rapper who had taken over the K-pop industry with his charming personality and stunning looks.

"I saw you staring earlier. See anything you like?" Bambam winked and twirled around once more, showing off his outfit. Jungkook felt his throat go dry suddenly as he admired the sliver of Bambam's exposed chest that he saw due to the lack of shirt material to cover that position of his body.

"I've never been a person who dresses super flashily so I was just surprised when I saw you in that jacket" Jungkook muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Bambam gasped, feigning offence.

"Are you calling me flashy?" He questioned Jungkook who didn't know how to reply. He didn't mean to offend Bambam, the words just came out wrong. The confused expression on Jungkook's face made Bambam chuckle.

"I'm just kidding, I'm well aware that I'm flashy but I like to think of it as being 'extra'" Bambam replied before turning his wrist to check his watch.

"I'm so sorry, I have a meeting to attend in half an hour and I need to bill all this stuff so I'll see you around?" Bambam didn't want for a reply before rushing off, leaving Jungkook in a mix of emotions. No man had ever taken Jungkook's breath away like this. He was quite the talker and loved flirting with hot men and women. People were usually intimated by his aura. Bambam on the other hand seemed completely unbothered by it.

After paying for all the clothes, Jungkook headed home, his mind still stuck on the silver haired man and his beautiful voice. He thought of Bambam's plump lips and definitely hoped to see him around. Jungkook looked him up that night and listened to a few songs of his. Not only was Bambam incredibly good looking, he was a really good musician too.

A week later, Jungkook found himself surrounded by friends and strangers at the party he had been dreading to go to. He was sipping on his third champagne of the night and couldn't wait for it all to get over. Taehyung, his band mate and best friend dragged him to meet some friends an Jungkook was forced to oblige.

"Hey guys, this is Jungkook, my best friend and out golden maknae" He introduced Jungkook to a tall man with a light tan and two moles on his eye. Jungkook bowed to greet the man who introduced himself as JB.

"Yugyeom! Go call Bam and Youngjae" JB shouted to a guy who looked about Jungkook's age but was incredibly tall and fair. He returned with two other men, one of whom looked familiar to Jungkook. Bambam smirked at Jungkook as JB introduced them to one another.

"Jungkook, this is Bambam, Yugyeom and Youngjae. Three of you, this is Jungkook" He said before stepping away to let the four of them to get to know each other. Jungkook found out he had a lot in common with Yugyeom. Aside from being the maknaes, both of them shared a love for traditional Korean food and bowling.

Youngjae was a fun and bubbly guy. His laugh was absolutely contagious and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh along to the bad jokes that he made. Bambam stayed oddly quiet during the whole conversation till Yugyeom and Youngjae were called away by Shownu of MONSTA X for a photo.

"Not going to say anything to me, are you?" Bambam asked. Jungkook didn't know what to say for the millionth time. He never knew what to say around Bambam and he had only met the man twice.

"Dance with me?" Bambam offered and Jungkook just nodded dumbly. Bambam turned around to let his back rest against Jungkook's chest before placing his hands on his waist. They both danced to the beat, Bambam more confident than Jungkook as he sang off key to the songs being played.

Jungkook's hands stayed put exactly where Bambam placed them, making the silver haired man annoyed. He turned around to look Jungkook in the eye.

"Are you interested or is it just me?" Bambam asked frankly and Jungkook's brain short-circuited. His mouth opened but no words came out and Bambam looked at the man, defeated, before walking away.

It took Jungkook a few minutes to process what happened but he chased after Bambam the moment he did. He looked for the shorter man everywhere but he seemed to have gone missing. Feeling disheartened, Jungkook made his way to the roof of the building to catch some fresh air.

When he reached their, he spotted a familiar gold jacket. Bambam was sitting alone, staring at the night sky. Jungkook quietly sat down next to him and placed his hand over the other's hand.

"I'm sorry I'm not good with words. I've just never seen someone as stunning as you and you just take my breath away. Yes, I'm interested. I would love to get to know you" Jungkook said, refusing to look Bambam in the eyes.

"You're such an idiot" Bambam said before holding Jungkook's face in his hands and crashing their lips together. Jungkook froze for a second but he wasn't going to mess up again and kissed back with fervour. The made out for god-knows-how-long before calling it a night. Jungkook dropped Bambam back to his place since his band mates had already left.

"You're picking me up at 7pm tomorrow" Bambam said as he stepped out of the car.

"I am?" Jungkook questioned. They hadn't spoken of going out on a date but apparently Bambam had decided of his own that they are.

Jungkook made sure to finish his entire schedule by six the next day and rushed back to the dorms to get ready. He spent half his time deciding whag to wear and settled on a pair of jeans, a button up and a bomber jacket all in black.

He quickly fixed his hair and put on some of his favourite perfume before searching for his favourite earrings and putting them on. A little bit of foundation and eyeshadow later, he threw on his black Balenciaga's and ran out the front door.

He reached Bambam's building by 6:55 and waited for him to come down. At dot seven, the man in question emerged and Jungkook's jaw dropped. Bambam wore a black t shirt with skinny jeans, silver heeled boots, a white, brown and blue bomber jacket and a pair of tinted sunglasses. Layers of chains dangled around his slim neck. His hair was styled perfectly and not a single strand of hair was out of place. He smiled at Jungkook as he opened the door of the car and sat down next to him.

"Is there something on my face?" Bambam asked, a smug smile on his face. The question made Jungkook realise that he was staring. He just shook his head, too shy to speak. Bambam looked annoyed at the lack of a reply.

"Will you keep quiet the entire time? I'd much rather go on a date with a bottle of wine if that's the case. At least that would be more interesting" Bambam said with a sad chuckle.

"You can't blame me for not being able to say anything because it's your fault. You need to stop being so perfect for a few minutes for my brain to make cohesive sentences unless you enjoy watching me make a fool of myself" Bambam burst out laughing and that caused a light blush to coat Jungkook's cheeks.

Dinner was a lot of fun. The boys went to a fine dining restaurant and ordered fancy food that was really expensive and not that tasty. After having eaten almost no food and having spent a lot of money, Jungkook suggested to head to a local ramyun shop where they ended up feasting on some cheap kimchi ramyun and two bottles of soju.

"I've never had a date like that. I'm telling you that ramyun place is a hundred times better than the stupid restaurant" Both of them were tipsy but neither was drunk. The liquid courage allowed Jungkook to open up a bit in front of Bambam

"I decided to take you there cause you look like someone why likes to be wine and dined. I'm never taking you out for dinner again, we'll just ordered take out and watch movies" Jungkook muttered making Bambam laugh.

Jungkook could swear on his life that he had never heard anything as beautiful as the silver haired boy's laugh. He had heard some of the best singers in the world thanks to his profession but the way he felt butterflies in his stomach at the sound was surreal.

"I love the gesture but make sure to read the Yelp review before taking me out next time. Also take out and movies sounds better to me. How about we do that tomorrow?" Bambam suggested.

"Calm down, I've literally known you for three days and you're already sounding desperate, geez" Jungkook joked. Deep down he knew that he was just as desperate to meet Bambam. He wanted to see that man everyday of his life. Jungkook had never felt so special in his life the way he did with Bambam.

"Hey, don't lie, you also want to see me. You make me laugh and you're unimaginably cute so I want to hang out with you but you're also really hot and I really want a bit of that ass so I want to date you" Bambam said, his voice a mix of humour and uncertainty.

"First of all, I never thought you'd like my ads that much, but I'm flattered. Second of all, it's me who is getting your ass, not the other way round" Both the men giggled like school girls as they walked back home. They had decided to ditch the car since the weather was cool and the night was beautiful.

"So tomorrow my place at six. Don't be late" Jungkook gave Bambam a gentle kiss on the lips but before he could turn around to leave, Bambam gripped the collar of Jungkook's jacket and pulled him back in, kissing him harshly. By the time both of them pulled away, they were breathless, their lips red and swollen.

At dot six the next day, Jungkook rang the bell outside Bambam's apartment. He had arrived five minutes early and waited outside so that he wouldn't be late. The door unlocked and Bambam let Jungkook in. The latter took off his shoes and took a moment to admire the house.

Bambam's house was a lot like his personality, unpredictable. It was a weird juxtaposition of loud and minimalistic. The main colour palette was made up of blacks and whites but the cat beds were all bright colours. Bambam's many cats sauntered around the living room and the man bent down to pet them every now and then.

Bambam was dressed in what Jungkook called the "casual bam" look. He wore a plain blue turtle neck sweater with large circle thin rimmed glasses and black track pants.

Jungkook had involuntarily matched the outfit, himself dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and black track pants. He helped Bambam carry the bowls of popcorn and chips along with bottles of soju and glasses to the center table in the living room. A large TV covered one wall of the room and a large sofa sat facing it.

"Pick whatever you want to watch, I don't really care" Bambam said before heading back inside. Jungkook scrolled through the films and chose 'Avengers: Age of Ultron' because it was one of his favourite movies of all time. Bambam returned shortly after with a few flyers from local take out places.

"What are you in the mood for?" The silver haired man asked. Looking through the flyers, Jungkook found what he was looking for. Chimaek or chicken and maekju (Korean beer) was one of Jungkook's favourite food combinations.

"How about some chimaek" Jungkook asked and Bambam nodded enthusiastically, saying that he loved the combination. Unfortunately there was no beer at home so Bambam ordered some from the chicken place itself and called up his security guard to pick it up to maintain his privacy.

The two men started watching the film, sitting on either ends of the small couch but as the movie went on, the distance between them reduced. At some point Bambam grabbed a fluffy blanket and threw it over both of them. By the end of the night, Bambam say with his head against Jungkook's chest and the latter's hand wrapped around the smaller man.

"You're really beautiful, you know?" Bambam whispered. Jungkook couldn't resist and placed a small kiss on the smaller man's forehead. Bambam closed his eyes tightly at the action and let out a sigh.

"Maybe but you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life" Jungkook confessed. They may have only known each other for a few days but were falling for each other so quickly that they couldn't believe it themselves.

Despite really wanting to stay over, Jungkook returned to the dorms that night. They both took a moment to speak about what was going on between them and realised that things were happening too quickly. They promised each other that they would take their time to get to know each other before going further.

Even though their busy schedules left them exhausted and without much free time, they had found a rhythm that worked. They met often and went out for dates. It could be as fancy as bar dates at high profile places to as simple as cuddling in bed, reading together.

Every moment Jungkook spent with Bambam, he felt alive in a way he never hand felt before. Even at the young age of 23, Jungkook was always busy with no time for himself. But Bambam changed everything. Through the silver haired man, Jungkook found a part of himself he had buried deep down within. Bambam made him want to be a better person.

Bambam on the other hand felt like he had found his light. As fun loving and carefree as Bambam was, he had a dark side of him full of insecurities and secrets. That part of him ate him on the inside, it made him feel alone and undeserving. But Jungkook made him feel loved, wanted, appreciated.

They both had completed each other as if they were two puzzles with a single missing piece and somehow they fit into each other perfectly. They were meant for each other, it felt like the universe wanted that too.

It was a cozy mid spring evening and Jungkook had decided that he wanted nothing more than to play some music on the speaker in his living room and dance with Bambam. The silver haired man liked the idea and agreed, tapping his feet to the beat, still dressed in pajamas from a day of lazing around.

Things weren't sexual at all between the two men. Jungkook played peppy numbers from both of their discographies like "Attack on Bangtan", "Never Ever", "Go Go" and "Thursday", songs meant to be mindlessly fun.

In those moments, as the diminishing sunlight fell on Bambam's ecstatic face, Jungkook knew that he was deeply and absolutely in love with him. He knew that he would never find home, comfort, love and completeness like this ever again. Jungkook was absolutely whipped for Kunpimook Bhuwakul and his pretty smile and beautiful heart.

"What are you thinking, love?" 'Love', a nickname that Bambam had come up with was music to Jungkook's ears everytime the shorter man said it. They still hadn't confessed their undying love for each other but they knew deep within themselves that they felt the same way.

"I love you" Jungkook finally let the words slip and he wanted to burn the image of Bambam's reaction in his brain forever. The silver haired man gasped before crashing his lips against Jungkook's in a soft, loving kiss.

"Took you long enough to say it. I love you too, you idiot" Jungkook giggled at the comment before taking Bambam's lips back to his. He stepped back till they both fell onto the couch, Bambam straddling him. For the first time, Jungkook let his hands wander from the small of his back up to his neck and down to curve of his ass.

"You going to fuck me now or what?' Jungkook's breath hitched at the boldness of his boyfriend.

Boyfriend, that's what they called each other now. He doesn't remember when it happened. That's a complete lie, he remembers the exact day, hour and minute it happened, the time he asked Bambam properly to be his boyfriend in the most cheesy way he knew how.

It was on a cold December morning, Jungkook had just moved out of the dorms and into Bambam's apartment. The latter had a busy schedule while the former had the day off and so Jungkook decided to spend his time doing something worthwhile. After a lot of shopping, which he was horrible at and crafting, which he was also horrible at, he was ready and waited patiently for Bambam to come home.

The moment the silver haired man stepped inside, he knew something was up. The living room was decorated with his favourite flowers, cute pictures of the two of them hung off walls and a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine sat on the center table. Next to the wine was a wrapped present.

"Jungkook?" Bambam called out to no avail. The man sat down and opened the box I'm front of him and gasped. Inside was a simple chain with a large pendent with the words "DoubleB" covered with diamonds on it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the day he told Jungkook that he always wanted something special with his famous tagline on it.

"You like it?" Jungkook asked nervously. He had flown to LA for a few shoots a couple of months prior and stopped by one of the most famous jewlers in the city who was well know for making pieces for celebrities and rappers. He spoke to the owner with the help of his interpreter and designed the pendant himself.

Due to the complexity of the design and all the specifications unfortunately, it wasn't finished in time for Jungkook to take it back home with him but he was promised it would be delivered to his doorstep as soon as possible.

"I absolutely love it" Bambam said, getting up from the couch to give Jungkook a seating kiss filled with love and affection.

"Bambam, will you be my boyfriend?" Jungkook asked nervously. He knew he had nothing to fear and that Bambam loved him the same way he did but he was still scared.

"As if I wasn't already your boyfriend since that time you took me to that ramyun shop after ditching that fancy restaurant. Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend, Jungkook" Bambam said and Jungkook let out a scream of delight before covering his face with kisses.

That memory brought butterflies to Jungkook's stomach as he nibbled on this boyfriend's lower lip before nodding. He lifted Bambam up easily, giving him a chance to wrap his legs around his waist before carrying him to the bedroom.

Jungkook gently dropped the silver haired man onto the bed. He discarded his t shirt before doing the same for his boyfriend. Crawling onto the bed and hovering over Bambam, Jungkook kissed him with all his heart. He poured his soul into the kiss as if Bambam would disappear if he didn't.

Bambam's fingers trailed over the taught muscled of Jungkook's back as he kissed him with the same amount of love and passion. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Bambam tangled his legs with Jungkook's before putting all his body weight into flipping them over, pressing Jungkook into the mattress.

He made his was down Jungkook's body, biting and kissing every part of him as if he wanted them printed in his mind, which he did. He knew he couldn't leave marks but he left a few small ones just under Jungkook's navel where his pelvic bone sat. Bambam slowly tugged down Jungkook's pants to reveal his already wet boxers.

"Do you not have anything that's not black? Like seriously dude, ever heard of colour?" Bambam joked as he traced his fingers around Jungkook's erection which caused the snarky reply to get stuck in Jungkook's throat. Bambam peeled the boxers off Jungkook and too a moment to admire his boyfriend's cock.

It was really big are really pretty. He instinctively wrapped his hands around it, giving it a few experimental tugs. The moan that escaped Jungkook's lips was the sweetest sound Bambam had ever heard. He was about to take Jungkook's cock in his mouth when a hand weaved through his hair to stop him.

"Don't feel pressured to do it if you don't want to" Jungkook said and Bambam smiled so genuinely at the man that he physically felt his heart melt. But before he could comprehend what was happening, warmth enveloped him in such an overwhelming manner that he curled his toes and fisted the sheets.

Bambam worked diligently up and down Jungkook's cock as he gave him head. He was enjoying the process almost as much if not more than Jungkook. It just felt so right to him. The warmth, the weight and the sweet taste, all of it was perfect against Bambam's tongue.

Bambam moaned as he licked away the precum at the tip of Jungkook's cock and the vibrations shot right through Jungkook's body, making him keen with pleasure. He tugged on Bambam's hair to pull him off, eliciting a whine from him.

"I'm not going to last if you keep doing that, Bam" Jungkook said, pulling his boyfriend in for another passionate kiss. Jungkook flipped them over once more and settled between Bambam's legs. He looked entranced by the way his pucker clenched as Jungkook brought his finger near it.

Leaning over Bambam, he opened the drawer of his nightstand to pull out a condom and a bottle lube. He hooked the silver haired man's legs over his shoulders and brought his face as close as he could to Bambam's warm skin, nipping at his thighs for a moment before dipping right in to lick his hole.

Bambam squirmed and moaned as Jungkook ate him out. The taller man was extremely skilled with his tongue and fingers and it made Bambam's knees buckle. The moans that left Bambam's lips were music to Jungkook's ears and he wanted nothing more but to listen to the all day.

"Kook, fuck me, now" Bambam heaved, pausing in between to take breaths. He was panting harshly, chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Jungkook merely nodded before letting go of Bambam's thighs and grabbing the condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped it into his cock.

Lining himself up with Bambam's hole, he looked into his boyfriend's eyes one last time to see if he wanted to back out. Seeing only lust and need in his eyes, he took a deep breath before pushing in. Bambam's back arched and Jungkook's name escapes his lips as he bottomed out.

Neither of them ever thought they'd ever feel something like this in their life time. Pleasure and love morphed into a euphoric sensation that no one could describe. Jungkook had heard sex being described as 'two becoming one flesh' and never believed it till he felt what it was like being inside Bambam.

They were both drug addicts looking for their next highs. Something almost animalistic took over Jungkook as his eyes glazed over and he pulled almost all the way out before shoving right back in roughly. He had no control over his body as he pounded into Bambam.

The sound of Jungkook's balls slapping against Bambam's ass and slick from the lube filled the room. Jungkook had thought that Bambam was the most beautiful thing alive but when he saw his face contorted in sheer pleasure, he was sure that he would never see anythingas beautiful ever again.

Bambam was first to cum, Jungkook's hand wrapped tightly around his member, stroking steadily. The was he clenched around the taller man made him tumble over the edge moments after his boyfriend. Jungkook reluctantly pulled out and collapsed next to Bambam, basking in the after glow of his orgasm.

"Wow, I can't believe waited so long for that" Jungkook whispered. He looked over to see Bambam staring out of the floor to ceiling window in their room, gazing at the moon. Stars could rarely be seen with the amount of fog and pollution in Seoul but two twinkling lights were visible in the vast darkness.

"It was well worth it, though. I'd do it all over again for you if I had to" Bambam muttered. Jungkook pulled out a pack of wet wipes form his drawer and cleaned both of them up before pulling the duvet over their still naked bodies. He snuggled against Bambam, pressing his head against the man's chest.

"When did you become the romantic in the relationship, huh?" Jungkook chuckled as Bambam absent mindedly played with his hair. They shared those few minutesn of silence with small smiles on their faces. The quietness was never awkward, they were comforting to say the least.

Bambam and Jungkook both had loud, outgoing personalities that rarely ever gave them time to calm down, sit quiet and reflect. After meeting each other though, their best memories were sitting together without saying a word to each other, warm and satisfied.

They both fell into a simple, borderline boring schedule of waking up together, cooking breakfast for each other, enjoying coffee and talking about life in the mornings followed by dinner and maybe a round or two of sex in the evenings.

After the first time, their intimate times were rarely ever so soft and mushy. Though just as passionate, they had gotten to learn a bit about each other's kinkier sides and learned to embrace that. They both were madly in love to say the least and nothing was going to change that, at least not for a while.

Things started going downhill the day Bambam introduced Jungkook to Cha Eunwoo, who was Bambam's best friend. They both had met each other when they were still trainees and had gotten along quite well. Enwoo was stunning to say the least, with his undeniable charm and drop dead gorgeous looks.

The three of them met over dinner the first time, Bambam having invited Eunwoo to join them. The whole time Bambam was laughing at Eunwoo's jokes and messing around with him. It wasn't like he ignored Jungkook though, he was too sensible for that. He included his boyfriend in every conversation and asked for his opinion on topics they discussed.

Jungkook didn't feel jealous during the dinner but he felt empty. Eunwoo was everything he wasn't and couldn't be. He was considerate, knowing Bambam's order by heart and ordering it for him, kind, caring and attentive. Jungkook felt all his insecurities bubble up from deep within.

None of them were like his old ones about not being good enought to be an idol or a role model. They were all about how he wasn't good enough for Bambam. He couldn't remember Bambam's favourite drink, he didn't know his favourite song, heck he even forgot his birthday once.

After a year and a half of being connected at the hip, he realised he barely knew anything about his boyfriend. Eunwoo on the other hand knew him inside out. He knew his favourite Backstreet Boys member and his biggest pet peeves. He even bought a small brooch for Bambam which had two snakes on it, his signature logo.

Jungkook thought day in and day out how Bambam would be happier with Eunwoo. The latter was single and looking for love, as he put it. Eunwoo even confessed to Jungkook about the crush he had on Bambam back when they were trainees when Jungkook and him were waiting for Bambam to get dressed.

Without trying to, he started growing distant with Bambam. He would stay late at the company practicing or producing even when his hyungs repeatedly told him to go home. He stopped responding to Bambam's texts and rarely ever took his calls. He started sleeping at the dorms some nights as it was closer to the company.

Bambam thought it was his fault that Jungkook was ignoring him. He tried to think of everything that happened over the course of the previous few months to figure out what he did wrong. When Jungkook stopped responding, he called Taehyung up to check on him every now and then.

Jungkook effectively stopped eating. He lost weight rapidly and barely had the strength to practice. He also didn't sleep because the moment he closed his eyes the thought of Bambam and Eunwoo together and that picture ate him alive. The members tried everything to talk to him but he shut them all out.

Bambam grew worried about his boyfriend. He crashed at Eunwoo's place for a few days as he hated how empty their shared home felt. The brought Cupcake, Latte, Pudding and King, his cats, over to Eunwoo's place and cried to him about how much he missed Jungkook.

Completely frustrated and angry out of his mind, Bambam walked into the BigHit biding and demanded that he be taken to Jungkook. Taehyung led him to one of the dance practice rooms inside the building before he gave Bambam a reassuring smile and left. Taking a deep breath in, he opened the door.

Inside he found Jungkook dancing to BTS's new song. No, that man couldn't be his Jungkook. The person in front of him was way thinner than his boyfriend. Dark circles sat under his eyes and his hair was flying everywhere. There was no passion in the way he danced, almost as if he was doing it because he was forced to do so.

Jungkook looked like a ghost to Bambam. He had never seen his boyfriend like that and it scared the daylight out of him. Jungkook hadn't yet noticed Bambam come in because he was absorbed in trying to get the moves right which he couldn't because he could barely move his body properly.

Bambam quickly snuck around the room and turned the music off, causing Jungkook to sigh and turn to Bambam thinking it was one the hyungs trying to get him to stop. He opened his mouth to say something but as soon as his eyes fell of his boyfriend, he stopped. He stared at the man for a solid minute before collapsing.

Bambam ran towards his boyfriend who's body crumpled to the floor. He held onto Jungkook as he cried for help as he tried to get him to wake up. Jungkook's eyes were shut and his body boneless and Bambam felt his eyes well up as he saw the state his boyfriend was in.

Why didn't he come sooner? Why didn't he take care of his boyfriend? Why didn't he notice that he was suffering? These thoughts ran around Bambam's head as he sat outside Jungkook's room in the hospital, waiting for the doctor to come out.

"Who are you?" The doctor asked and Bambam introduced himself as Jungkook's boyfriend. He asked is the man was fine and the doctor sighed.

"Mr Jeon was excessively sleep deprived, he was starving himself and over working which led to him collapsing. We will have to keep him here for a day or two but after that he's good to go. We need to make sure he rests and eats well but otherwise he should be okay" The doctor explained and permitted Bambam to go inside.

Bambam ran inside to see Jungkook staring at the ceiling quietly. The man dragged a chair near the bed and sat down, a sigh escaping his mouth. Before he could way anything, Jungkook spoke.

"Sorry" He wishpered, his voice broken. Bambam saw tears well up in his boyfriend's eyes as he turned to look at him. Jungkook looked like he have walked out of his grave. He was exhausted beyond belief and the only person he both wanted and didn't want to see was Bambam.

"Why? Why? Why did you do this to yourself? Why did you do this to me? What did I do wrong? Why were you ignoring me?" Bambam cried as he hit Jungkook's chest lightly with his fist. He felt so drained as he saw the suffering in Jungkook's face.

"You did nothing wrong, love. It's all my fault. It's my fault that I made you suffer, that I didn't think of you when I did this and my fault that I was never good enough for you" Jungkook cried as well, letting the weeks of anger and frustration seep out of him.

"What are you talking about? Who told you you weren't enough for me? You're my whole world, Jungkook. I can't live without you, you're my everything" Bambam's words just made Jungkook cry harder. He wrapped his hands around the silver haired man and balled his eyes out.

"No one said anything to me, Kun. It's just, when I met Eunwoo, I felt like he was everything you needed and deserved. I was no where as considerate, kind and attentive as he was. He even told me once that he had a crush on you and I felt like you two would be perfect together. I'm not good enough for you, Bam. You deserve so, so much better than me. I feel like I'm dead weight that's dragging you down. I couldn't even ask you out the first time, you had to prompt me. You deserve a man who knows you inside out, who buys you that Gucci jacket you wanted for your birthday and takes you out for a date not a man who completely forgets it. I was so lost in my own world of doubts and insecurities that I didn't realise that I no longer possessed the strength to look you in the eye and call you my boyfriend because I'm not worth it" Jungkook poured his heart out to Bambam once he was done crying.

Bambam looked at Jungkook as if he had lost his mind. He laughed out loud but those laughs quickly morphed into sobs and soon he was weeping. Jungkook held him close to his chest and wiped his tears away.

"Why are you such a god damn idiot? I hate you so much. Eunwoo is my best friend and he has and will never be any more than that to me. You're all I need and you're way more than I deserve, Kook. It's my fault if I ever made you feel like you weren't enough because lord I can't breathe without you. Seeing you like this is killing me on he inside. Please don't do this ever again. I love you so much I'll marry you right here, right now if you want me to. I don't care if you forgot my birthday. Do you remember why you did? You were busy with the comeback and wanted it to be perfect for me. There's nothing more I could want. If being with you means you and I becoming better people for each other, I'd happily have you forget my birthday. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you and nothing is going to come in the middle of that. " Bambam said between sobs.

Jungkook held Bambam's face and kissed him as tears ran down both their cheeks. It was as if Jungkook learned how to breathe again as his lungs burned due to the lack of oxygen. He didn't pull away till Bambam started whining. They looked at each other as if there was no one else in this world but them, here for each other.

Three days later Jungkook was discharged from the hospital and Bambam took him straight to his place. Both of them took a week off and Bambam got his cats and clothes back from Eunwoo's place. They spent the week cuddling and confessing their undying love to each other over and over again.

By the end of those seven days, Jungkook emerged as a normal human again. He had gained some colour back and most of his energy too. Fans noticed the difference quickly as he started posting on Twitter and going live more often.

Bambam stayed by his side the entire time, cheering him on. Both GOT7 and BTS had a successful comeback each and they were doing better than ever. But most importantly, Bambam and Jungkook were doing better than ever.

They communicated more and spoke their hearts out when something went wrong or they needed to let off some steam. Jungkook paid more attention to the little things and Bambam gave him more space when he needed it. They grew to understand each others insecurities and help when required.

Three years after they started dating, Dispatch released photos of them kissing and they decided it was time they finally came out to the public. Jungkook posted a picture of Bambam and Jungkook holding hands and looking at each other and went live on VLive to let the world know that they were in fact dating.

Both BigHit and JYP put out official statements confirming everything and although coming out as gay in Korea was difficult, it was well worth it. The fans supported their relationship and so did both the groups and the companies.

Six years after Jungkook met Bambam for the first time, he had to leave for his military service and he decided he wasn't leaving without handling some unfinished business.

Bambam came back home one day to see Taehyung dressed in a suit waiting for him. He handed the man a box and asked him to change quickly. Inside the box was a brand new, Gucci suit. Once he was ready, Taehyung dragged him to the car and started driving. Even after trying to figure out what was happening by pestering Taehyung, he had no idea where they were heading and why.

"Just trust me, Bammie. We're almost there" Taehyung comforted Bambam before stopping the car in front of the luxury mall Bambam visited often. They both stepped out and Taehyung dragged him to the Gucci store. Inside the store, the racks had been cleared and two dinner tables were set up, one small one with seating for two and a long one with seating for twelve.

"Kun?" Bambam turned to see Jungkook standing behind him with a huge smile on his face. He took Bambam's hand and guided him to the table before sitting down opposite to him. Once they were settled, the rest of their band members walked in and sat down on the long table.

"Six years ago I saw a man in this very store who absolutely took my breath away. He was the most perfect person I had ever met in my life. His name was Kunpimook Bhuwakul but he went by Bambam and honestly he was annoying as hell. But he turned out to be just the man I needed. Bam, I love you so much and I can't describe in words how amazing the last six years have been. I still remember the day I asked you to be my boyfriend and they day I first told you that I loved you. You make everything better and I can't imagine spending a day without you, let alone two years. I know that I've not been the greatest boyfriend in the world but I'd die for you if I had to. I remember the words you said to me that day in the hospital when I almost starved myself to death and now I realise, I agree with you. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. Things will be hard along the way and I will be annoying as always and so will you but I can't imagine myself doing anything else. I love you with every ounce of my being and I want you to be my yesterday, today and tomorrow, forever. Bambam, Kunpimook Bhuwakul, whateveryour god damn name is cause I couldn't pick one, will you marry me?"

Bambam just nodded because his brain was unable to make cohesive sentences. Jungkook slipped the ring that he had gotten custom made for Bambam onto his fingers and pulled him into a tight embrace. The boys cheered and made a ruckus as they celebrated their best friends' engagement.

They spent the night drinking and eating and having fun together. Youngjae, Jin and Jimin tool turns singing cute love songs for the couple while Jaebum sang his iconic song 'Deeper' as foreshadowing for the activities that had been left for later that night.

By the time Jungkook and Bambam got home, it was almost two in the morning. That didn't stop them from falling into bed and peeling each other's clothes off. Jungkook made love the Bambam that night, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They layed tangled in each others arms afterwards when Bambam finally spoke up.

"I don't know how I'll survive the next two years without you but I will and we'll get married the day you come back. The only sad part will be the crew cut you'll sport in our wedding photos, I like your long hair better" Bambam joked and placed a peck on Jungkook's lips.

"At least I'll have hair. I'm sure you'd have pulled all of yours out by the time I'm back out of loneliness" Bambam hit Jungkook on the chest for the comment and Jungkook just chuckled.

"Jungkook?" Bambam whispered.

"Yes baby?"

"I love you"

"I love you too, for the rest of eternity"

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Retreat pt 1

“Don’t go out too far!”

Nadlia’s shouts were heard, but were they really? The four youths rushed ahead, with a smaller one trailing behind. Nadlia sighed, shaking her head as Belisia laughed beside her, taking her arm.

“We haven’t been here in a long time,” she said, turning around. “It’s been a while for all of us.”

Behind her, Malgam, Koysov, and Tuvra trailed as well. They approached the fine stone and steel bridge that led them across the ravine, which led into the vast ocean; ahead of them was Pelterra, a recreational district famous for it’s seaside views, merchants, food, and the Spinning Wheel, a giant ferris wheel in the middle of the island that lit up the sky at night.

The five, short of three, decided to bring their children here as a birthday gift. They had all been born this month some thirteen years ago as another generational boom; save for the smallest one

Atello was the oldest, and Nadlia’s born son to Belisia. Joining him was Trinilli, Malgam’s born daughter to Tuvra; Aveltan was Belisia’s born son to Tuvra, and Nashille, the son Tuvra had borne for Koysov. And then there was little Amallia; Belisia’s born daughter to Nadlia, who was seven today. Her older siblings had put a little plastic tiara on her bright blond hair early that morning and she’d insisted it stay on through the whole trip; and she held it on as she chased after them over the bridge.

“I think they’re as excited as we are,” Tuvra laughed; he rubbed his hands together. “I think I’m hitting that new cupcake shop.”

“Ooh, not without me!” Belisia said, peeling back to put her arm in his. Nadlia feigned a pout as she turned, walking backwards.

“I thought you were gonna join me at the archery range.”

“You really think I’m gonna sit and watch you flex when I could be having cupcakes?”

Nadlia mulled this over, shrugging. “Touche; what about you guys?” She asked, looking over at Malgam and Koysov.

Malgam looked out to the sea. “I haven’t been to the beach in some time. I’ll go sit by the shore.”

Koysov’s hands dug into his pockets. He peered over to his king; and he wanted to join him. But something blocked his heart from saying what it wanted.

“What about you, Koy?” Nadlia asked. “Wanna try your hand at some archery?”

“I think you’d be good at it, Koysov!” Tuvra insisted; but the lawmaker just smiled and shook his head, pulling out a package of cigarettes.

“I’m no athlete. But I am good at a game of pool if you want to join me at Corello’s.”

Nadlia grinned. “Screw the archery then; you got yourself a drinking buddy,” she said as Koysov jogged ahead, taking her arm in his as she laughed. The remaining three watched Nadlia pluck Koysov’s cigarette and take a drag as he talked before she put it back in his mouth, exhaling ring after perfect ring.

As they passed the kids, the elders spoke to them quickly as they watched ducks down in the ravine. The kids each purchased plastic bubbles of pellets and dried corn from squeaky, metal clunkers of machines, which they handed to Amallia as she sprinkled them down into the glistening waves.

“You all have our numbers?” Nadlia asked. Atello sighed.

“Yeah mom, we have all of your numbers,” he said, shaking his mop of black hair. “I’ll watch Amallia.”

“We got it, Mama ‘Lia!” Aveltan waved. He watched his mother and father pass by as Belisia tried to wipe a smudge off of his cheek. Trinilli, dark haired and golden eyed, waved to Malgam.

“Have fun at the beach, dad!” She said as Malgam nodded, stopping to gain the attention of the young ones.

“We’ll meet at Murdeo’s at five; then we’ll be off to the cabin. Be aware of each other; and take care. Call us if you’re separated.”

“Will do!” Trinilli said as the others nodded. Malgam reached into his pocket and presented the five with a color-coded card.

“Here; a treat for you all. There’s 500 Oli on each one.”

“FIVE HUNDRED??” Atello screamed. Trinilli jumped into Malgam’s arms.

“DAD YOU’RE THE BEST!”

Malgam laughed as Aveltan and Nashille also bounded forward, bombarding the king with bearhugs as they cheered. As they separated he knelt to hug Amallia as she waited her turn.

“Happy birthday to all of you,” he beamed at the excited little group before they parted. He watched them, like their own little gaggle of ducks, bob and weave through the streets, holding Amallia’s hand as they entered the shopping district.

The five split and separated as well, with Malgam going his own way as he walked quietly through the streets. Recognized and waved to by his people, he made his way toward the beach. He had little intention to change out of his dark clothing. He didn’t much swim; and if he did, it would be later at the cabin. And not in the pool.

He stepped off of the cement pathway, and towards a grassy, shaded park. Through it was the beach entrance, and finally the golden sands, his shoes crunching into the soft surface. The waves lapped against the shore, inviting playful visitors to linger in the mists of the crashing water. Boats dotted the glistening blue water in all shapes and sizes; from sailboats to larger, more luxurious vehicles.

Malgam found a spot in a corner to take a seat and to breathe in the salty air. He rested his cheek on his folded hands and took in the sight of happy, excited visitors.

This was what his long days were about. The peace and prosperity of his world and his people. The reason why he and The Eight saw to their efforts of introducing new generations to strengthen and continue the lives through earth.

It wasn’t long until he heard a small commotion, and rising from the crowds was a balloon, lost by it’s small owner as he tried to reach for the string; but before Malgam could stand, the boy’s mother bounded forward, and she gracefully morphed her arms into wings, with feathers protruding from her shoulderblades all the way to her fingertips, and she lifted into the air to claim her child’s souvenir. She retrieved the balloon to her son’s happiness to the amusement of everyone around her. Malgam smiled, resting once more with the contentment that things were better than his heart often told him.

He received messages from time to time. From the kids, from Trinilli, pictures from Nadlia as she bested Koysov at pool, and Belisia asking Malgam if he would like for her and Tuvra to buy him a treat.

He sent messages to Boxrom and Floralis back home at the palace. They were busy after just welcoming a new daughter last month. A call chimed and he answered it, seeing Floralis on the screen holding the new addition, deep in sleep with a pacifier to keep her contained.

“How was the trip?” She asked.

Malgam chuckled. “A bit hectic, but we got through it. How’s everything at home?”

“Well, I would say quiet, but Yulina decided to make up for all the noise herself after you all left.”

Malgam smiled as as the red-haired infant curled up in Floralis’ arms. Boxrom appeared behind Floralis as he walked past the couch.

“Hey! Bring us back some Mardra!” He ordered, talking about Pelterra’s famous meade, made from honey that bees collected from the pristine gardens. Malgam nodded.

“I’m bringing back plenty. I plan on having some tonight,” he said as Boxrom disappeared. Floralis looked at Malgam.

“So... are you going to talk to him?”

Malgam fidgeted. “... “It’s been twenty-five years since he offered, Flor.”

“And? I know you two are still as close as any of us.”

Malgam swallowed. “It... it was merely an invitation if my nightmares got bad. But... But they’ve been fine lately; I haven’t had any since my last rest.” That was nearly fourteen years ago now.

Floralis eyed him, uncertain if he was being truthful; or if he was letting fear of his own emotions drown his anxiety.

He was king, but he was still a man of great fear; and his current greatest fear was being partial to another one of his StarMates; like he’d been with Boxrom. Like he’d been with Nadlia.

“Just spend some time with him? You two were inseparable for a short time after Boxrom and I wed; but now we barely see you two interact. Did you fight?”

No. There was no fight. Malgam had just... stopped talking.

For a while; he’d stopped talking to everyone. The nightmares had become too much. Then he left for a ten year rest; to regain his strength as he was hosted by a human. Then he returned, and in celebration, the one who’d welcomed him back the warmest was Tuvra; and Malgam was quick to become expecting, which turned out to be Trinilli.

Returning to his loved ones after a decade, Malgam had noticed the subtle changes. Nadlia’s countenance had softened some as hers and Belisia’s romance continued. Boxrom and Floralis were still finishing each other’s sentences. Tuvra had managed to become less of a hermit... But the closeness they encountered soon withered. That didn’t mean they didn’t love each other as much as they had; but it was apparent that the budding relationship Malgam had thought would bloom... simply never bloomed. Much like Tuvra and himself, it remained an eternal bud.

But Malgam’s heart still quarreled within his sternum when Koysov looked his way.

“No. But... If it’ll make you happy; I’ll try to talk to him.”

Floralis glowed. “I think it’ll do you some good; especially with all of you out of the palace for a few days. If anything, Malgam; just... take care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry, Flor. I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

Ending the call, Malgam looked back out to the sea; resuming the reminder that he was on vacation, surrounded by laughter and freedom.

He merely adjusted the high-buttoned collar of his shirt, making sure none of the scars on his throat were visible.

Checking his pocketwatch as the sun made it’s trek in the deep blue sky, Malgam stood after a few hours of enjoying downtime, and he returned through the park, where he happily kicked a soccerball back to a group of youngsters, who cheered at seeing High King Malgam intervene with their game.

Entering the Opello district, Malgam walked through, letting his eyes wander as he slowly made his way to Murdeo’s. He kept his eyes out for gifts, not only for the younger ones, but for his StarMates. For Boxrom and Floralis back home; and for little Yulina. For Edeli, who was somewhere helping one of her brothers as they researched medicine; he had to stop and realize if he had to buy gifts for everyone there wouldn’t be any room in either vehicle to go home. Instead, he merely windowshopped for now; perusing each different building.

As five ‘o clock approached, he made his way to Murdeo’s; a handsome restaurant at the culmination of the Opello district. It wasn’t the fanciest; but it was a much-sought out retreat at Pelterra. The crowd outside murmured as he approached, and he heard the clicks of phones as photos were taken as he jogged up the steps, smiling at them.

Inside, he found the others, sitting as the kids continue to gabble and gossip about their exciting day. Trinilli waved excitedly as Malgam came into view, and she stood to greet her life-giver with an embrace.

“Dad!! How was the beach?” She asked. Malgam smiled, clearing her golden eyes of her dark hair that fell forward.

“Beautiful; just like you.”

Trinilli scrunched her nose in a grin. “I saw you sitting, but you looked like you were tired. We’re gonna go there tomorrow and swim!” She said, putting Malgam’s arm over her shoulders as they walked. “We bought swimsuits! We all pitched in and bought Amallia some floaties so she wasn’t spending too much of her Oli at once.”

“That’s very generous of you all.”

“Hey, Mal!” Nadlia waved He took his seat next to Tinilli as she leaned on Tuvra next to her. Aveltan and Nashille were both discussing shoes they’d found in a high-scale shop to their father. Tuvra looked exhausted; not at the cost, but at his sons’ space-consuming habits.

“You guys have like, fifteen pairs of shoes.” He said tiredly.

“Yeah but these have remote laces!” Aveltan described in awe. Tuvra didn’t budge.

“Yes. I oversaw the patent for those before you were born.”

Trinilli laughed as her half-brothers did their best to convince Tuvra to look at the accessories with them tomorrow, and she looked back up at Malgam, who’s attention, as usual, was elsewhere, and she chose to lean on him instead.

“Thanks for bringing us out, dad.”

Malgam happily pulled her aside once more. “Of course.”

“You seem kinda down. Wanna talk about it? Is it work?”

“It’s a lot of things; but it’s not this. It’s not you, Starling. I’m happy to be here.”

He was about to say more, but across a corner in the distance, Koysov came into view. Something about his posture and presence was different, and Malgam’s breath hitched. It wasn’t long until he realized Amallia was running in front of him, carrying a stuffed animal he hadn’t seen before.

“Look! Look!! Look what Papa Koy got me from the claw machine!!” She announced, holding the bunny plush, complete with a pink ribbon, close in a hug; and immediately the attention span of the four teenagers flipped like a switch.

“There’s a claw machine?! Atello begged to know.

“Where?!” Nashille asked, and Amallia pointed towards the corner she and Koysov had approached from.

“Back there, they have a lot of games! I saw them at the drinking fountains!”

A rush of scraping chairs, and a thundering of feet later, Nadlia was shouting “Let’s at least put in an order first!!”

An order of meals and a sudden exodus of youngsters later, the five adults were left at the table, slowly sipping colorful drinks and laughing.

“Here, Mal!” Belisia said, handing a box his way. “These are from Crumble!”

Malgam tore into the seal to find a box of four cupcakes; heavy on the icing with huge, orb sprinkles.

“Where’s mine?!” Koysov asked indignantly, slamming the table playfully. Belisia rolled her eyes and pushed an identical box his way; but she stood to give Nadlia’s to her with a peck on the cheek.

“We got some for the kids too; we’ve already taken them to the cabin.”

“They’ll be up all night,” Nadlia groaned.

Malgam smiled, crunching into a candy piece that had been lodged into some icing. “But that’s why we do this. So they can have the childhoods we didn’t have.”

He peered over, looking to Koysov, who nodded. Chatter resumed, to Malgam’s content, and his fellow loves kept each other entertained as Nadlia recounted her pool game with Koysov, and Tuvra and Belisia named the best shops and relaxation points. He closed his eyes, feeling his happiness warm and lulling in the crowd, smelling pleasant food as the alcohol helped soothe his constant fears.

Strange; he felt as though he was falling asleep.

Hands? No; there was no way anyone was able to grab his wrists and pull him... Right?

Stop leading me.

Stop pulling me.

His head felt the back of an operating table as he was pushed onto it. Not this again. Hadn’t they taken enough?

Dad?

Let me be; just for once; let me be!

“Dad!”

Malgam’s eyes shot open; he looked over to find Trinilli standing next to him, worried.

“You okay?” She asked. “You’re sweating.”

Blinking, Malgam took the cloth napkin and mopped at his face. “Y-Yeah... I’m fine. I’m... I’m alright.”

His StarMates looked on as the kids, save for Trinilli sat excitedly as food was finally being dished out.

“I just... it’s been a long week. But now I can rest,” Malgam said to his daughter, who smiled and patted his hand. She held it there for a moment, feeling his muscles quiver.

Malgam peered up, just barely seeing Koysov stare in concern. He mouthed a ‘you okay?’, and Malgam nodded, breaking eye contact as he put his napkin in his lap, still shuddering.

Stars... he thought he was finally rid of them...

#my writing #The Hierarchy #PDatSK

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preyed-llama · 5 years

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Why, Patton?

Summary: He walked over to the fantasy isle and looked around. “Why are you always smiling, even when you’re sad?” Logan asked, his hand was playing with his glasses, despite him not needing to fix them anyway. Patton glanced at him and pulled his lower lip into his teeth.

He hesitated before he responded. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Now Patton had a habit of playing dumb when anyone asked a question that he didn’t feel like answering.

Ship: Logicality (can be read however)

Genre: hurt/comfort

Authors note: I found it in my word document which was written ages ago, figured I’d post it.

Warnings: argument, scifi body modification (let me know if I missed anything)

Patton was… well the school kids when he was younger called him a cyborg. You see he had this… robotic thing in his head that took the form of a male who aged up with him. He had called the AI Logan and it seemed happy to oblige. Really it wasn’t until he was twenty that the AI really mattered to him. When he was lost and confused with his life Logan had guided him and stayed with him, even when he was sobbing, although the electronic didn’t particularly know how to handle emotions.

Patton walked into another store, Roman had just left for his job and Patton was considering getting a new top for opening night of Roman’s play. Really, he was in love with the button up behind the window with cats and dogs in lines running across. He took it to the counter and smiled at the clerk behind the counter.

“Patton, are you sure about spending so much on a shirt? It may be more optimal to save up for a new couch or keep it for a rainy day, you have plenty of shirts as is.” Logan said, he was standing in his peripherals his solid looking form standing perfectly straight, his perfect black hair and cold brown eyes. He had a confused frown on his lips and wore glasses similar to Patton’s at the man’s request.

Patton handed over the money before turning to look at Logan. He opened his mouth to speak before the women extended the change. ‘Well…’ Patton thought. ‘I like the shirt, and besides Roman’s the lead, I can’t show up in a polo.’

“Roman has seen you in the same clothes for the past 7 years, I don’t see how buying a shirt would affect him being the lead in any way.” Patton rolled his eyes fondly and picked up the clothes bag. He walked out of the store and glanced around, Logan walking at his side, occasionally overlapping passing people.

Patton smiled as he skipped through the store and across to the bookstore. Logan wasn’t meant to be so inquisitive, but he had always asked too many questions for his own good. Patton didn’t mind, he would always answer them to the best of his ability. Although a five-year-old trying to explain to a supercomputer why his relative Stacy was being called Sam and using they/them pronouns didn’t end up going to well. It ended with the decision that Sam was actually a wizard who used magic to be them.

He walked over to the fantasy isle and looked around. “Why are you always smiling, even when you’re sad?” Logan asked, his hand was playing with his glasses, despite him not needing to fix them anyway. Patton glanced at him and pulled his lower lip into his teeth.

He hesitated before he responded. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ Now Patton had a habit of playing dumb when anyone asked a question that he didn’t feel like answering.

Apparently, Logan hadn’t realised because he had taken to explaining it. “Well smiling is a sign of happiness in people although you smile even when you aren’t happy, which is the incorrect response to such an emotion.”

“Logan… please…”

“Really you should be frowning pretty often but instead you are smiling whenever in public. You have no issues frowning in private so why-.”

‘I don’t want to let them down.’ He thought sharply. Logan seemed to think for several moments, a strange action from a supercomputer. Really Patton had been wondering why he had developing human reactions, but this action wasn’t enough for the anger to bubble down.

“Virgil is always frowning, that means he is letting you down and yet you are still talking to him. In fact, he never seems to let himself smile.” Logan continued blindly.

“Logan.”

“Unless of course it doesn’t apply to him although that just seems ludicrous-.”

“Logan! Stop! Of course, you don’t understand, you’re just a stupid AI, now stop! Please!” He must have said it aloud because the two people down the aisle were watching him with nervous but fascinated looks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I was merely stating-.” He genuinely looked upset, his posture and look not as perfect as usual.

“Please, just stop.” He whispered, his gaze dropping to the book in his hands that barely seemed real.

Logan looked down at the ground. “Alright, going into sleep mode.” He stated. And then he was gone. No scanning. No presence in his head or the world around him. No Logan.

Patton put the book back and turned on his heels. He needed to get out before he started to cry. He forced a smile, the biggest and most genuine looking smile he could. He walked quickly, the bag bouncing off his leg. It seemed to be forever before he made it out of the shopping complex and an eternity before he reached his car. He sunk into the seat and wrapped his arms around himself to stop the shaking.

The drive back home was painful. Every flicker in the corner of his vision made the guilt grow. He shouldn’t have shouted at Logan. He knew he shouldn’t have and when Logan returned, he’d apologise to him and try to make it up to him.

Hanging the new shirt amongst his old shirts and pulling on his cat onesie felt like the hardest thing in the world. He collapsed onto the couch and stayed there, even when the clock hit dinner time. He couldn’t bring himself to watch anything and he was startled when he heard a voice next to him.

Logan was sitting at the table his fingers fiddling with a rubix cube he summoned. “Logan-.” “Patton-.” They said in unison. Patton’s lip quirked slightly into a small smile before he stood up and walked towards the dinner table. Logan was looking at him with what Patton could only describe as sadness and fear. He smiled more, his eyes welling with tears.

“I’m so sorry.” Patton whispered as he wrapped his arms around Logan. Realistically one was aware he wasn’t actually hugging something, but the thing with having it in his brain is it could register and simulate the touch. He closed his eyes and held him tighter.

Logan hugged him back. “I was going to say that, but it appears you beat me to it.” Logan muttered, his head on Patton’s shoulder. “You have nothing to apologise for. I should’ve stopped when you told me to the first time.”

“I shouldn’t have insulted you.” Patton said, the tears dripping down his cheeks.

Logan seemed taken aback by the comment, pulling away, his body phasing through Patton’s arms and his hands resting on Patton’s shoulders. “You were stating fact. I am just a machine. I am coding unable to feel emotions or comprehend the nuances of human behaviour.”

He shook his head. “No. You aren’t just a machine. You’re Logan and you’ve never been just a machine to me.” Logan seemed totally stunned. He just stared and Patton could practically see the cogs turning in his head. Patton cupped his cheek and Logan turned his head over so slightly to rest in it.

Patton, in a moment of forgetfulness, lunged to wrap Logan in a hug. Unfortunately, since Logan was not in fact a physical being, Patton fell through and caught himself on the ground. He turned around to look up at a worried Logan. “I tried to hug you.” Patton explained.

Logan laid down on top of him, his head on Patton’s chest and his arm wrapped around his middle. “Is this good enough?” Logan asked. Patton grinned and nodded.

Logan smiled slightly before it quickly fell from his face. “Why won’t you smile? Aren’t you happy?” Patton teased. Logan blinked.

“Of course, I am quite content in this situation. I am just an AI who shouldn’t experience such emotions.” It took a couple of moments for it to dawn on him. “You always smile because you do not want people to know you have sadness… I see.”

Patton looked up at the ceiling, even with the lights off he could see the roof. “You’re my best friend, Lo.” Patton whispered.

“Thank you, I am quite fond of you as well.” Patton grinned and closed his eyes. His face felt like it was going to split in two from the force of his smile.

#Patton sanders #logan sanders #logicality #ts patton #ts patton sanders #ts logan #ts logan sanders #sander sides #ts sides #sanders sides fic

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limjaeseven · 5 years

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Eternity

Pairing: Jungkook X Bambam

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Word count: 7,615

Summary: Jungkook meets the most stunning looking man he has ever seen and falls for him, hard.

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, starvation, sleep deprivation, lots of crying, unnecessary amounts of love, attempt at some amount of humour

[a/n]: This fic is dedicated to my best friend who is the nicest human being on the planet and I love her a lot. I hope you enjoy it. This fic is also posted on my GOT7 blog @got7-poetry please give that page some love if you are a fellow aghase or just like GOT7 fanfiction. Also this is one of the fastest fics I've ever written and is unedited so beware.