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a thief's origin✨ || bts • kth - chapter 1.1

"you're afraid I won't wait." "I'm afraid you will."

a criminal and a doctor should be as different as the sun and the moon - but unexpected things happened every day. like him finding his safe haven in her.

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— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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14th February

Barcelona, Spain

Cassandra never had a reason to pay attention to any holidays or celebrations which didn't concern her. Valentine's Day being one of them. She was so used not to pay attention to it or not think too deeply about all the commercials, that when she spotted a package at her return from work, her first thought was that it was for her next door neighbour. Mistakenly placed at her doormat instead. Only when reading her name in a familiar messy handwriting, she realised it was for her. Excitement filling every fibre of her as she carried it to her living room.

Inside, the package contained a blue rose along with a velvet box and a card.

"For my favourite sweet tooth :)

Wished I could be there.

- Love, T"

Giggling softly, she opened her locket. Eyes lingering on his photo smiling back at her. She made a mental note to text him later, letting him know it'd arrived before proceeding with opening the box. Finding it filled to the brim with different kinds of chocolate. Her eyes instantly lit up and she tried one. And another. And another. Happily humming and smiling to herself while losing count of how many pieces she ate that evening.

For the first time, she cared about this day.

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28 // 4th year - assistant physician

13th June

interpol branch office Madrid, Spain

"So Miss -"

"Cassandra is enough."

The interpol agent arched a brow at her before laughing under his breath.

"Sure, Cassandra then," he nodded with a bright grin, "I'm agent Kim Seokjin. These are agents Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook." He gestured to his colleagues.

"Should I get a lawyer?" she asked. Her tone flat and nonchalant.

"Do you need one?" the other Kim shot with a curious brow to which she straightened again. Her inner tension returning.

"I haven't done anything illegal, if that's what you imply."

The tall man gave her a dimpled smile at that, holding some kind of irony which only hightened her suspicion. "Good. You know why we wanted to talk to you then?"

With a quick shrug of her shoulders, she sat back in her uncomfortable chair. "I can think of a reason or two.."

"Or three?" Namjoon countered, making her fold her lips.

"Or three."

"Very well then," Seokjin nodded, taking the lead back in the questioning, "Makes it easier for us, right, JK?"

Her eyes followed his gaze that was directed to the young colleague who had remained quiet all this time, currently busy browsing through a file. Hearing his nickname, however, he stirred and looked up like a deer caught in headlights. "Huh? Uh, yeah, yes." His round eyes found hers and she mimicked them.

Her tense shoulders relaxed at their subtle but warm demeanor. Frankly, she couldn't imagine those three in intimidating situations despite their profession. Perhaps that was their secrete though, lulling suspects into comfort to get them spilling all their secrets. So Cassandra stayed on guard, not falling for their friendly eyes. Even if many years had passed, she did recognise Seokjin and Namjoon from that night back in Cologne after all. Despite not catching any glimpse of their faces, she was certain from their tall statures and voices that it'd been them at the reception the night she'd met Taehyung and the guys.

"So-" agent Jeon - or otherwise known as 'JK' - cleared his throat, "You know you're here for your connections to Park Jimin and his gang."

The young physician sighed, gathering an attitude of calm. "Yeah, wasn't hard to guess since my only other illegal activity would be downloading mp3's as a teenager. And I doubt interpol cares about that."

At this Seokjin bursted out laughing, being genuinely amused by her put-on confidence. He could tell she was nervous, of course she was. Everyone who wasn't used to getting interrogated by police let alone interpol, would be - whether innocent or guilty. However, he definitely had to give her credit for not only acting confident, like many others did as well, but also being comedic while doing so.

"You're right, we don't," he grinned then, folding his hands in front of him on the cold table top, "We'd much rather want to know what exactly is going on between you and the guys."

Her brows rose. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon flashed her a sarcastic grin. "I think you know what he means."

"No, please enlighten me," she retorted instead with her most innocent smile.

Seokjin scoffed, nudging Jungkook then. "Yah, we got a sneaky one here."

The younger agent only hummed with a light scowl, visibly less entertained by Cassandra acting dumb than his older colleagues.

The file in front of him contained photos collected from around the world over the years. While majority were grainy and shot from further away with less quality, taken by some cheap security cameras of neighbouring buildings or traffic cameras, one was clearly showing Cassandra and Taehyung together. And considering the gunman and / or his accomplices had been identified on majority of the others, it wasn't unreasonable to assume the photos with the shorter feminine figure that wasn't Arabella Valentine, was her. Perhaps not in all situations, but at some at least.

"You and Kim Taehyung.. He spends an awful lot time with you," Seokjin pointed out then. But Cassandra remained unimpressed.

"Oh really, is that so?"

Jungkook frowned beside him. "You're together, aren't you?"

The two older agents shot him a surprised glance at his unexpected conclusion.

"And if so?" she deadpanned, feeling their eyes shifting to her now. It felt like watching a tennis match.

"You know he's a criminal."

"His friend is a thief and he helps him."

"That still makes him a criminal though."

Cassandra, however, remained quite unfazed by that, much to Jungkook's lasting irritation.

"I'm not willing to discuss my personal or love life with you," she countered then. A bit of an edge in her voice and Seokjin felt the need to quickly step in before they upset her and she closed off completely.

"That's understandable and we don't want that either," he assured her with a cheery smile, "We're just here to do our job, you know? Our job is to catch these guys and to do so, we also need to gather information and follow every clue. And, unfortunately, that involves having to talk to you as a person so close them."

Folding her lips, she nodded. She knew she had to remain calm and collected in order not to mess anything up and get her boyfriend in any trouble. So she swallowed down her ego.

"I understand," she slowly said.

"Look," Namjoon spoke up then, trying a more diplomatic stance, "We get it. They're not crude jackasses like other offenders. We know that ourselves. And certainly, they're not as bad as drug dealers or commit atrocious crimes. But, they're armed criminals, nonetheless. The number of crimes go from robbery on a grand scale, to identity theft, to unauthorised hacking, to-" His listing of criminal records was abruptly interrupted by the pen he was holding, slipping from his fingers due to his animated hand gestures. Flying across the table to which Cassandra flinched in fright, causing her knee to hit the table. And she winced in pain.

"Oh, no - Sorry, I'm sorry," he was fast to reach out with an apologetic look, only to hit his elbow against the table and wince as well. Both sitting there groaning in unison. She surely hadn't expected to meet someone as clumsy as her there.

"It's alright. Co-continue," she assured eventually, the short pain having subdued by now.

And Namjoon cleared his throat with burning cheeks, pretending as nothing had happened and continued. "Like.. like I said, they've committed numerous crimes all over the world. As well-behaved and genteel they might be to you, they need to face consequences for their actions."

Jungkook stared at him in complete awe and Cassandra was certain they all agreed with him. Catching Seokjin also adding a quick nod.

She was the only unimpressed one.

"I genuinely don't believe I could be of much help though," she simply countered, seeing them perk up and facing the person of interest in front of them again. "See, Tae would never tell me any details of their heists or any plans. Purposely so for, I guess, situations like this one right now. He -" She abruptly paused, realising that mentioning her not even knowing when he'd visit her next would be too much information. They might not even know that he kept visiting her regularly. "He really doesn't tell me anything," she finished instead, not to raise any suspicion of her cut off sentence, "So if you hoped for any insider info, I must disappoint you."

Three pairs of bewildered eyes stared back at her and she purposely held their gazes to ensure they would believe her. She wasn't lying after all, it was facts but she couldn't risk her nervousness making her look like a storyteller. Because in a sense, she was guilty after all.

And if she wasn't guilty of committing a crime, she was guilty of loving a criminal at least.

"So you don't know where exactly they're located right now or what their next coup is," Jungkook confirmed, even more taken aback when seeing her shake her head. His lips shaping a small 'o' when mumbling something inaudible and taking notes before raising another suspecting brow at her. "And you're not lying?" he pressed, just to be sure.

"Nope," she confidently said, "You can search my apartment or wire me to a polygraph or whatever. I don't know anything about what they're up to."

"That's fine," Seokjin ensured, looking way more perky than Jungkook or Namjoon. Latter hiding his pensiveness behind his folded hands. "Never had Taehyung for a big secrets-spiller anyway. Although.. quite disappointing that he won't even tell you, his girlfriend, where in the world he is right now. Isn't it?" He paused for dramatic effects, eyebrows furrowing in fake empathy. "Must be.. sad, I imagine. Are you never worried?"

Her jaw clenched unintentionally. She instantly knew what the lead agent was trying to do and she wouldn't let him succeed. "N-no." Dammit, she stuttered. She swallowed, her voice becoming firmer. "No. It's okay, he only does it to keep me safe."

He nodded and his lips pressed into a straight line, pondering. "Is he though?"

Taken aback by his rhetorical question, she blinked. Unsure of what he was implying. "What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Forget it," he only waved her off and Cassandra felt validating in her gut-feeling of not underestimating their friendly nature because right now, she could feel their interrogative glares piercing through her soul.

After a dragged out moment of silence, Seokjin averted his eyes from hers to take out a note and Cassandra unintentionally exhaled in relief. "Could you perhaps do us a favour then?" He eyed her briefly before scribbling down on the note with a shiny pen.

"If you want me to rat them out, no."

"Hmpf, please," he said dismissingly with an offended huff, "I'd never try such cheap tricks." He held the piece of paper out for her then, a wide smile returning to his attractive features, "I just want you to hand this to Taehyung the next time you see him. That's all."

Her eyes narrowed at his request, eyeing the note for a second before accepting it and shoving it into her bag.

"You're free to go."

After hesitating for a moment, she eventually stood up. Bidding goodbye to the three agents and walked out.

A tired sigh left Seokjin's lips then when facing Namjoon. "I believe her, she doesn't know. None of them is the type to drag an innocent person into it by letting them know too much."

Namjoon hummed. He might've been eyeing the position for department manager of special victims, but after spending years chasing after those thieves alongside Seokjin and Jungkook's predecessor, Hoseok, it had become a personal matter in some sense.

"Perhaps, but he already got her more involved than he should have."

"Mh, let's hope we'll be the only ones she'll meet from this part of his life."

"Aish," Jungkook exclaimed then when abruptly snapping the file shut, catching their attention, "But we know she must've been involved more, don't we? Even if we can't proof anything besides that she knows Taehyung."

"Yah, Jungkookie, don't be mad." Seokjin nudged his younger colleague who was pulling a harried face. "Just keep an eye on her from now on. Okay?"

To this, Jungkook's face instantly found its colour back. Giving his supervisor a confident nod. "Will do."

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Cassandra wasn't naive, she always knew there was a risk when being around people like Taehyung. Even if he tried his best to shield her from his world, she knew something like that interrogation would inevitably happen sooner or later. Still, she wanted to believe she'd managed going through with it quite gracefully. As gracefully as she was able to for an unexperienced person.

Leaving the airconditioned interpol offices and entering the afternoon heat, she made her way towards the bus stop. Ensuring to walk down the street as casual and nonchalant as possible, while occasionally looking behing her in case someone was following. She couldn't let her guard down just because she left.

The bus ride didn't last long before she got off and took a look around again. The streets were empty except for two teenagers sitting at a kerbside outside of a convenience store. The sun standing high, the concrete burning. When deaming the coast clear, she walked straight to the car with the tinted windows parked away under an oak three. Sliding into the passenger's seat, she dragged out a breath when feeling the soothing coolness inside. A smirk spreading onto her lips then at the sight of the mop of honey-coloured waves beside her.

"This long hair suits you." Her delicate fingers lightly tugged at the strands at the back of his neck then and leaned in, pecking Taehyung's cheek. She'd only seen him with blond hair once, years back, but it was a different shade back then - cool ash-blond, if she remembered correctly. Quite different from the warm brown-blond that adored his head now. "Makes you look quite dangerous and wild."

His lips parted with an amused scoff. "Am I not dangerous and wild enough for being a criminal?" And the way his almond eyes went round made her stifle a laugh.

"Mh, maybe a little," she smiled and planted another peck on his cheek before sitting back. Recalling the piece of paper Seokjin gave her then, he observed her rummaging it out of her handbag.

"What's this?" Arching a brow when she held it out for him, he took it from her grip and began reading it carefully. His fingers unintentionally crumbling its edges. He didn't even notice how his jaw briefly clenched, before loosening again as he mused over the handwriting with a hum.

It was a riddle clearly meant for Jimin.

With a sigh, he folded the note and stoved it into his pocket. He sat there in silence then, causing Cassandra to wonder why he wouldn't drive off. She could tell by the way his bottom lip was slightly pulled out and his brows set in a mild frown that something was occupying his mind. And she was about to inquire when his lips eventually parted.

"Cas, what are we doing?"

His voice was unusually hoarse. His throat felt dry.

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

Heaving a sigh, he locked gazes with her. "You just came back from an interpol interrogation. Because of me," he began, shaking his head. And she started to understand what he meant. "Tae-"

"I should've known you'd get on their radar sooner or later," he interrupted her, his palm hitting the steering wheel in sudden frustration, "I should've known.. No matter how hard I try to keep you away from it all, it'd never be enough."

The last sentence breaking by his cracking voice and Cassandra couldn't help but swallow. She hated how he blamed himself. Always blaming himself. She touched the heart-shaped pendant around her neck, a habit she'd picked up over the months, before her hand embraced his. And she intervined their fingers, squeezing it.

"I'm not naive," she quietly began, her voice gaining confidence then,"I knew what I was getting myself into when letting you into my life. And I don't regret it."

The ghost of a smile crossed his lips when he glanced at her fierce eyes, only to shake his head. "Not yet," he breathed then with a sad smile.

However, Cassandra only scoffed. "Why would I? And as long as I don't do anything illegal myself, they can't do anything anyway. Because as far as I know, it's not against the law to be in love with a thief."

The corner of his lip twisted into a cheeky smirk. "In love, huh?"

Her eyes widened for a moment before laughing. "Don't act like you didn't know."

"I just like hearing you say it." His fingers squeezed her hand back and he placed them both in his lap. Looking at them quietly while deliberating before speaking up again. "But you forget you helped us. Helping a criminal is against the law just as much as breaking it yourself is."

Cassandra contemplated his words. It was true, she hadn't thought about her assistance in some cases. And Jungkook had implied something like that. She sat up straighter. "But if they could prove that, they'd have said or done something by now, right? And if it comes to the worst, I could still say you coerced me and I didn't have a choice. They can't prove me otherwise."

She was grinning smugly and Taehyung laughed under his breath, stunned by her unshakable and almost cocky faith and confidence. It seemed like her guilty plessure of being a fan of the crime genre was paying off, she'd picked up a thing or two. Still, he wasn't convinced it was indeed so easily. He decided to know better and not argue with her about it though. At least not now.

"You know I love you, Cas. That's why I'm worried and regretting getting you in this situation."

"I know," she eventually sighed, "But you need to accept that it was also my decision. You didn't force me to be with you. I'm here because I want to."

"And I don't get why, " he mumbled. Brown irises wandering out at the sunlit buildings. He knew he didn't deserve someone like Cassandra in any way, she was way too good for his sorry self. And he knew bubbles were meant to burst sooner or later.

An annoyed groan left her lips and she frowned at him. "I told you to stop that. I'm not a saint. And you're not a demon."

He smiled. "You're an angel to me, though."

She huffed and looked away, masking her blushing cheeks. "S-still," she mumbled bashfully.

"But even if my profession wasn't the problem, I'm not a great boyfriend anyway.."

At this she shot him a puzzled glare. "How so?"

"I mean.." he swallowed. "I'm never there when you need me, am I? I'm all around the globe. You could've someone better, someone who can always be there for you. You'd deserve that."

He felt her fingers clutching more around his hand, nails digging harshly into his skin before unclenching. "You are there for me though, despite travelling the word you're always there for me." Her hand let go and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "And I don't want anyone else but you. So why do you make everything we have sound bad and meaningless now?"

Her sudden change of tone startled him and he looked at her with wide eyes. "Cas-"

"No, I won't just sit here and let you talk about yourself or our relationship like this." She was clearly upset now. "It hurts me hearing you say all this, don't you get it? It sounds like you're questioning my judgement. Like I was a naive kid."

"You're the smartest person I know, you know that," he said calmly, "I just fear.. your love for me might blind you."

She pressed her jaw together. Cassandra was too agitated to even form any more coherent sentences in her mind. Seconds passed before she calmed herself enough not to snap at him. "Look," she began slowly, "If you're willing to just throw everything between us away because of a simple questioning - then fine. Go ahead. But stop saying you'd be doing it for my sake. I can make my own decisions."

Silence settled between them once again. Taehyung was unsure what to counter to her words.

Part of him, the rational one, warned him not to become the one blinded by love and reminded him that he was just endangering her. That interpol might not be a threat right now, but they could turn into one later, along with other things. The part which always kept telling him that a criminal and a doctor could simply never work out on the long run, got louder. They were both just deluding themselves.

However, the other part in him, the selfish part, agreed with her. Of course he'd never want to lose her. He was too madly in love with her to imagine a life without her. And he knew if Seokjin had anything against her, they wouldn't have waited for so long and already arrested her. No, they didn't need to be concerned about interpol. For now at least. Maybe she was right, maybe he was just looking for excuses because he was scared. Even though, if he was scared, it was for her.

He knew, though, that she was stubborn. More than anything else. No one could force her into doing something she didn't want to. She always stood her ground, which was one of the things he loved about her. She'd always call him out, whether it was him being a coward or him patronising her.

"You're right," he eventually said then and leaned towards her. Gently capturing her chin between his thumb and index finger, urging her to look at him. "You're more than capable of making decisions yourself. And I trust your decisions, I always do. So if.. if you're certain -"

"I am," she said. And Taehyung nodded when seeing the determination and certainty in her lovely brown eyes.

He wanted to believe her. He needed to believe her. He wasn't ready yet. His selfish side wasn't ready to give up on her or their relationship. She was the only good thing in his life besides his friends and he wanted to cling to her as much as he could.

"If you are, then so am I."

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ask-serendipity-sky · 1 year

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Part 2- 10 Jikook Moments That Make Me Say "There is no way Jikook is not real"

Part 2. Because let me tell you all something...from the looks of it, Jikook is real.

And going through my own brain archives and content, we have enough moments to give us Part 3, 4, 5... and we have moments to make a Top10 of basically everything.

And just an fyi, for a moment to persuade me, it can be sexual tension, taking care of each other, physical contact, even awkwardness, etc, but it has to have that added intimacy. You know, the unspoken words between couples. And Jikook is full of that not so secret but always present intimacy.

So let's begin this one...

(In no particular order)

10. Bam <3 Jimin

Ok, let's be honest here... Uncle Jimin? Lol more like Dad(dy) Jimin! But no joke, that dog knows Jimin really well and loves Jimin. Trust me...I grew up having more than 10 dogs at all times so I know a thing or two lol

It's the eye contact and the little ears that give it away.

Bam's behavior shows how comfortable he is with Jimin. He is even licking Jimin's toes in some scenes. Sooo cuteeeee!!!

The poor dog was even confused when he had to decide who to follow, Jk or Jimin. Is that because Jimin is his owner too? 👀 Even the other members asked Jimin questions on Bam.

Like when Jin asks Jimin if Bam will run after him. And Jimin is like say what? Totally caught off guard lol

I'm not going to lie. I love Bam and Jimin and Jungkook and the interactions are beautiful to watch. So if Bam tells us that Jikook is real, then Jikook is real. Dogs don't lie!

Ah but for reals, I love him so much! You know what? He needs his own post! Bam appreciation post coming soon.

9. "I was with Jungkook"

I was with Jungkook. In their defense, they are always together. But this one hit differently, at least to me.

It was Jungkook's birthday and it was them two. Thats when they got the Billboard announcement that they had placed no.1 and they fell asleep caressing their phones and crying. So like they were in the same bed and all. Cool, nothing suspicious yet.

But it was Jk's birthday. And if Jk is dating someone, shouldn't he had been with them celebrating? Shouldn't be had been in someone's else's bed caressing the phone because Jk's group got no.1 on billboard (cough, Jimin's live when he got no.1 on billboard cough)? If Jimin was dating someone else shouldn't he had been with that person instead?

Also, Jk's smile when Jimin was finally able to tell everyone he was with Jk was huge. And Jimin had tried a few days before in that other live but the story got all jumbled and Jungkook was not so happy about it.

So Jimin confessed. He was with Jungkook. And all was well once again in the Park-Jeon household.

8. If eyes were in the shape of 💕...

This moment is so freakin real to me. First of all, I love Jikook during Dynamite era and this live was fun.

It's really like Jikook was in their honeymoon phase again...how many honeymoon phases do these guys have? Lol

And then we get this tiny 1 second moment of Jk blinking with heart eyes at Jimin. Just because Jimin said something slightly amusing. Omg.

Cancel everything because this is love💘!!!!

And there is also that suspicious Jimin moment. You know those annoying comments we hate "Finger hearts if Jikook is real..."

Well, Jimin at around 11:20ish, reads a comment that says "Stay healthy" then looks around nervously and does this...

Then takes a quick glance around again. Just to make sure. They didn't see. But we did.

Go watch it!

7. Remember our first kiss? Would you like to fall in love?

Ahhhhhhh. Does this even need explanation? They look happy. And Jimin's little smug face in the first clip is everything. It is cute!

This is romantic. It is intimate. And somehow its captured on camera.

6. Jk lifting Jimin

No, this lift is not like the others. Its not just goofing around and being silly.

First of all because k-army says that Jk says "Let me lift you once." (Does anyone have a source for this?? I couldn't find it anymore 😐)

And then Jk looks at the mirrors behind them to see how they look when he is lifting Jimin. That's insanely hot. I don't think I'm imagining this... I mean...

Please answer the following question:

Do bros want to see what they look like in a suggestive position? No!

Then why did Jungkook have to look?

5. Jk 🤟 Jimin

Jk does this in front of a loooooot of people. And you can see his gorgeous eyes expecting a reaction from Jimin. It isn't until Jimin smiles that he smiles too. It's romantic and very him. A grand gesture that leaves Jimin speechless.

I don't know about you all but normal friends don't go around declaring their love just for the fun of it. ROMANTIC love, everyone. You don't stand there thinking how to surprise your non-boyfriend with a romantic gesture. But you do do that for a real boyfriend/girlfriend. In front of hundreds of people...sometimes thousands, and sometimes millions.

4. On Screen Thirsting

Blink and you miss it. Not only in this live but in plenty other material. They want each other and get lost in their own world letting the other know they want them.

What else is there to explain?

3. Their body language...speaks to them lol ah and us.

Welp. This one is a huge one for me. These are things that your body does automatically like breathing and your heart beating. Your subconscious tells your body what is the safest, most comfortable and loving space and your body tunes into that. And yes, all the members are close and all have a high degree of skinship but with Jikook there is that extra bit. They don't call Jk satellite Jeon for nothing.

The crazy thing is that this has been happening since they were fetus Jikook! And here we are 10 years later and Jk is still satellite-ing around in Run episodes.

2. Jk spilling the tea on how he is the best boyfriend.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh. This.

It was just sooo sweet. Insanely sweet.

As you all know, Jk tends to live in his own world and marches to the beat of his drum. He doesn't often post things for others or congratulate his members on social media (except for one...). So on this day, which should have its own post because virtual White Day date while Jimin is overseas...I mean....

Anyway, so on this day, Jk comes back for a little p.s. to his 3 part live and he tells us to look forward to 12 o' clock (a few minutes later) because something amazing is coming. He never does that for anyone else. He never posts spoilers for anyone else. So it was just sweet and very boyfriend of him.

And people can hate and say that Jikook is not even close...but then why would Jk do that? And why would he give us spoilers if Jk is not the type to care about that?

I'll tell you why...because he loves his Jimin and he was feeling proud and supportive.

And the Letter spoiler....ahhhhhhhh. You all see his little smile during it?

🕯Let's manifest a Letter live performance🕯

I wish they could talk about Letter. Well, no. I wish they could sing Letter...

Don’t worry

By your side just stay yeah

Because we don’t know what days await us,

Though it’s scary, though we’re afraid

Never forget that we’re always together

This sounds an awful lot like ms stuff to me 😔

1. Boys With Luv

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Oh god.

When this concert aired, it was like 4 am my time. And I had only 1 eye open because I really wanted to sleep. Then Boy With Luv started and my eyes were like not today, fam. Because wild things happen with Jikook during this song so my brain knew better. So my eyes opened up real fast.

And then Jk is stared looking suspicious. Side eyeing Jimin.

Jk sings the last line and you think we made it without any Jikookery. FALSE!

Jk looks around and you can tell he is thinking something...Jimin gets closer and Jk does this thing were it looks like he is expecting something? I dont know.

A kiss?

A declaration of love?

A marriage proposal?!!?

This is what it looks like to me, ok??? Let me be.

And Jimin looks at him and they just are. And for a second it seems like something will happen. Because Jk is unpredictable. And the moment passes. And Jimin looks nervous as hell.

I screamed during this. And my partner was like what happened?!? And I was like NOTHING, HAPPENED! Lol and nothing happened so why is this moment so engraved in my brain?

I guess its because of the unspoken words during it. The thoughts that were thunk! The secret info exchanged while they were looking at each other.

The intimacy, everyone. Even though they were surrounded by the members and millions of eyes were watching.

Ahhh but isn't this Jikook always???

Anyways...toodle-oo!

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #jimin #top 10 #jikook is real

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whchenlvr · 2 years

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Okay idk if you’ve done this already but I’ve been thinking about what pet names the Eungang boys and/or Union boys would use? Like babe, doll, baby girl, love, etc? Feel free to ignore if you don’t like it obviously lol, no worries!

Love your posts btw, thanks for all you do!! 💖

i’ve been wanting to do smth like this! thank you for the request 💞

pet names ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ sweethearttttt

➤ something about grey calling you sweetheart just gives me butterflies because i feel like it’d only happen on rare/special occasions

➤ "are you okay, sweetheart?" "you did great, sweetheart i'm really proud of you."

donald na

➤ straight off the bat, donald is 100% the guy to call you darling

➤ i’ve used this pet name before in previous headcanons bc MMMH

➤ "where do you think you're going, darling?" "evening, darling. miss me?"

ben park

➤ babe!!!! there is no doubt he IS a babe boy

➤ i know i use babe for ben all the time but !!!!! you can't tell me he wouldn't call his s/o babe. it's such a term of endearment for him like he just loves calling you babe

➤ "need anything from me, babe?" "babe! it's so boring here without you :(" "babe, you look so beautiful."

jake ji

➤ my love/lovely. it’s cute! and jake is certainly cute

➤ yk i feel like this would be a joke at first. he’d call you his love to tease or annoy you, but over time, it becomes natural

➤ "my love! you're home!" "how was school, lovely?" "love, love! new comic out tomorrow!"

wolf keum

➤ i don’t think he’d use pet names often, but one he’s grown quite fond of is doll

➤ it’d slip out when you’re most intimate with each other, like when he runs his fingers through your hair or when you’re just laying in bed together

➤ “tell me who did this, doll.” “thanks, doll. i owe you one.” “if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, doll.”

gerard jin

➤ no cause gerard calls you honey and it’s the cutest thing

➤ gerard is such a dork okay he’s adorable and honey or hun just becomes such a soft part of your relationship

➤ “you’re the best, honey.” “listen, hun, before you get mad, it was teddy’s idea—“

dean kwon

➤ i think he’d stick with a classic and call you baby

➤ idk dean seems like a classy dude like yes he can be playful about it but babyyy babyyyyyyy

➤ "hey, baby." “can you help me with something real quick, baby?” “baby, when someone threatens you with a knife, you’re supposed to run the other way!”

teddy jin

➤ rat. jk… jk :)

➤ i’m actually not sure. i think teddy would tease you with something like kitten, but in actuality i like to think he’d use something like sunshine <3

➤ “hey kitte—ow!” “can you pass me an ice pack, sunshine?” “i swear, sunshine, if they make you cry again..”

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero class 1 #weak hero manhwa #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #ben park #gray yeon #gerard jin #dean kwon #teddy jin

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Well atleast they aren't disappointed in me 🥹.

Just a few quick notes before I go (sorry can't help myself 🫣)

"none of these things that this obviously ignorant anon has written is how real relationships work" hey but that was my point. That is for sure not how real relationships work. Real relationships aren't dependent just on specific occasions. That's why my hypothetical me broke up with my hypothetical bf 🤷🏻‍♀️

"...because in the real world, people don’t feel the need to stick to their partners like that all the time and they definitely wouldn’t ignore their friends or coworkers just because their partner is there." Well....IRL people don't straight up ignore their partners either 😬. And they for sure don't leave them behind without asking them to tag along. Or maybe I've been doing relationships wrong all my life??

The way Jk behaves with Taehyung in public (aww so you see it too?? Aren't they the cutest? 🥰) shows more than anything that those two don’t have anything to hide-Btw, going as buddies in the military or shooting travel shows as a duo doesn't come under the "hidden couple" category either.

"I also don’t see you or any of your anons asking why during HS concert, Jimin and Jungkook “disappeared” together for almost 20 minutes" Yes I didn't ask this anywhere. But there's a reason for that, the reason is- I had no idea that they "disappeared" bcs believe it or not, I am not in-charge of their pee pee schedules. And trust me you don't want to assert the point that they were using those 20 mins for making out in the concert venue loo, bcs by that logic, taekook have been making out at almost every other award show, since they've had a habit of "disappearing" together during shows.

"Y’all must think this is some drama or something where those who are in love can’t keep their hands of each other IN PUBLIC." You say this and then you start talking about 20 min disappearances. Be consistent please 🙄.

"..would openly display their affection towards each other by holding each other while singing romantic songs, sticking close to each other, wispering to each other and all." There were four members at the hs concert. Two stuck together like glue, the others did their own thing. There were three at yoongi's concert, two stuck together, the other one was more focused on yoongi. There were 6 and then 5 members in '23. Two stuck together, the others did their own thing. Now if you want to believe that those two are just coworkers(bcs jikookers don't even believe in their friendship), and I am ignorant and don't knwo how real relationships work, then I'd rather have this coworker relationship than that relationship with a boyfriend.

Hi anon!

Well, they are probably sitting around being all mad because I once again hid their ask from all of you 😂. Thanks for coming back, I think the tone of your ask was pretty lost to them.

My reason for not believing that Jk and Jm are together will always be that I do not see it in their general interactions. Sure there's some moments that out of context look sus, but when you look at them in context.. they are clearly just friends (which is by all means just as important by the way, people should stop acting as if calling two people best friends is some sort of insult). No matter how many birthdays or couple days they spend together, no matter how happily Jk talks to Jm in his lives, no matter how often they are seen together in general.. I just do not see it in the way they interact. Never have, not once! So for Jkkrs to come here and use arguments about Jkk to debunk Taekook.. it just makes no sense. It is not as though we are not aware of Jkk moments, or that we are not aware of Jkkrs theories.. we know! We deal with the same footage, Jkkrs literally send their opinions to our blogs. I am just never going to see it. I still will not see it even if it ever turns out that Jk and Tae are just friends.

I can never take a Jkkrs opinion on Tae and Jk seriously, because I think a lot of their opinions are based on unrealistic views. Had I thought their views on Jk, Tae, and Jm as individuals are correct, perhaps we would have more room to discuss.. but with how they usually describe the three, I don't think there's a possibility of that happening.

#straws

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Actual Hot Take: Ramble Incoming

I'm in a mood, less than a week out from my hysterectomy, and I have some thoughts. Rough thoughts. Medium spicy.

They're about world-building and critiques and readers and writers. It turned into a big ramble as I processed some feelings - you'll note the subject change partway through - so I'm throwing a read more.

I would say here that this is my own personal opinion but essentially I realized that my real issue here was how sick I am of cynicism in lit spaces and like...yeah I don't think that's a crazy hot take. I feel at this point that I am incapable of hot takes.

I am deeply intimidated by the kinds of writers and readers who eviscerate logistical world-building choices in genre fiction. I usually only see it in sci-fi and fantasy communities but I have to imagine it happens in every genre.

Maybe an unrealistic fabric is used in a historical fiction novel. Or a poor choice of saddle in a western. Or a medical inaccuracy in a horror scene. It has to happen all the time because certain people have expertise that research might miss, or a writer's research could be wrong, or they could've just not researched at all. But for some reason specifically the Speculative Fiction crowd are the most likely, in my experience, to lose their goddamned minds.

Has anyone read Greg Egan's Schild's Ladder? It's about the hardest sci-fi out there. So esoteric and thorough in its scientific accuracy that when I tried to read it it circled back around and sounded like fantasy. Listen to this excerpt from the plot summary:

Huh? Huh???

I don't know about you, but this is virtually indistinguishable to me from the schizophrenic rambling of Philip K Dick. I did not hate the book. I couldn't finish it because I had no fucking clue what anyone was talking about, but I enjoy it's existence. The prose was pretty retro. It's like a pulp novel from an alternate universe where everyone has a PhD in Quantum Physics.

It's just a weird spectrum, the questions you're supposed to answer and the ones you're allowed to leave a mystery. What mysteries will the reader use against you as proof that you didn't think it through? People say write for yourself, and you should, but some of those same people are quick to produce massive think pieces on why your choices make you a bad writer. That's just a thing some writers choose to do. And there's really no way to predict what someone might get unreasonably rant-y about. As I put my writing more out there I have no idea what people will use to claim I put no thought into the most emotionally vulnerable writing I've ever created.

And they say that's not supposed to bother you. But like. Of course it does? There's a level of thick skin you're supposed to develop about writing, but I don't think that applies to all aspects of writing or all the time. If someone disregards my entire novel that I gave myself tendonitis over because my depiction of back of house food service wasn't realistic or my magic system didn't go in a direction they thought it should, I'm going to be upset. It won't ruin my life or get me to give up writing - I don't see anything doing that at that point. But I'll get sad. I'll probably get pretty sad and it's weird that I feel like it's bad for writers to admit that.

My hot take, nestled within this hot take, is that I think this applies to every writer. Even the ones that react with ego and anger to massive critiques on their books - right before we cringe and scoff and laugh online - are probably also just sad that we didn't like their writing. Unless they specifically didn't try, or posed a scam in the form of a book, they're likely sad they offered something born out of creative effort and got rejected. Nobody likes that.

It's one thing if the writer themselves has some trash beliefs. I am fine with people eviscerating JK Rowling or any of the writers who feel like the best way to get a book deal is to bring down other writers or pretend to be a different race online. But it's just crazy to be a writer in an age where you might publish a book someone hates so much that they release a three hour-long video essay roasting entire segments for a potentially incalculable audience.

I used to be into that kind of stuff, but after being here for so long relishing in that rage-bait feels weird. Because a lot of the people here, even if they write themes I'm not interested in, seem like nice enough people actually trying to do something. I had strangers on here send me their writing and someone sent me what was clearly a fetish thing and even though I wasn't into the kink I talked to the person about it and they were perfectly civil and courteous. I'm almost 30 and I'm learning that while some artists are using their medium to push unhealthy beliefs or hateful ideologies, a lot more people just want to tell a story that feels important to them. Even if other people don't like it.

I don't know. I was angry at first when I started this but by now I'm just sentimental and I think people should stop treating complaining as their primary hobby. I think critiques are important, but there comes a line in which I'm forced to think you'd just like hearing yourself talk. And if you like to talk why not talk about something you enjoy?

If you've read this far (you're very odd), I'm going to go ahead and list a few books that inspired my writing and say why I like them a lot.

Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut: Love my man Vonnegut. His prose is so warm and easy to read and his stories are so wild and interesting to think about. Everyone should read Vonnegut he's great and he seemed like a pretty nice guy.

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison: This book wrecked me hard. Some of the descriptions were so beautiful I put the book down and let out a sigh. When I finished I walked out of whatever classroom I was in without asking for permission from the teacher and spent the rest of class wandering campus in the rain and weeping openly.

Griffin and Sabine by Nick Bantock: it's a trilogy told through postcards and letters you can physically open and remove the pages. Has some of the most beautiful romantic intimacy between two people who never meet. There's one particular letter I read and reread a lot when I was younger because it was exactly what I wanted in life.

#writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #on writing #hot take maybe #not really #who cares #people should enjoy things more

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forgot-how-catflap-works · 12 days

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10 Lessons from a transfemme gym rat

I’m the only trans person at my local gym. I sometimes worry that I stick out like, well, the only trans person in a room full of cisfolk. I’m taller than most of the men and broader than all the women; my face often darkened by stubble because I have electrolysis later that week and can't shave; and I have to wear loose fitting shorts rather than tight leggings so that I don't accidently cock slap someone when I’m on the elliptical.

I don’t see any trans fitness content on my feeds either, presumably because the algorithm is as confused about my gender as my parents are. It sort of understands that I am a woman but occasionally forgets, and is utterly dumfounded by the idea that trans people might doing something other than porn and JK Rowling discourse.

Since transition, I can now imagine a future where before there was only a grey expanse. I realised if I wanted to live that future, I needed to start taking better care of myself. So with Lady Ballers still fresh in the cultural consciousness, I stepped foot into a space that felt not only unwelcome, but actively hostile to my presence. Nearly six months on, here’s an incomplete list of what I've learned so far.

1. None actually gives a shit

What a fucking relief that was! I expected to be immediately clocked and then chased out the building by pitchfork wielding gigachads. But here’s the thing — a little seceret I try to remember while at the gym — literally no one cares or has any interest in me. People do not talk at the gym, they do not make eye contact, they do not smile. They lift weights in the corner or sweat on the treadmills. My presence as a trans person does not factor into their gains, or distract them from scrolling on their phone between sets. Even in my tiny ass local gym, I’m basically invisible.

2. Take up space

I know it feels hostile out there for trans people at the moment, but for the time being our right to take up space is enshrined by UK law. Cis people take up space all the time. It would never occur to them that they might be unwelcome somewhere, and even if it did that wouldn’t stop them. If you've ever been to a Pride, you know exactly what I mean.

We have the same right to access these facilities as any of those cis dudes full-stacking the chest press. Anti-trans campaigners are trying to exclude us from public life; don't do the work for them by refusing to participate. They will have to physically remove me if they want that, but I’ll be so jacked they won’t be able to. Which brings me to my next point…

3. Strength is power

If you’re transfeminine, physical strength is power. It is protection. Unless they hit the gym too, most people aren’t as strong as they think they are. Estrogen will prevent you from getting too girthy, but you’ll be surprised how quick you can build muscle with a regular routine. I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been, and I feel confident I could defend myself if necessary just by having that extra raw power on my side.

I get that plenty of transfemmes want to lean away from physical strength for a number of valid, dysphoria-related reasons. But don’t let it be because society tells you women have to be weak, or that you’re not a real woman because you're strong. That’s some misogynist bullshit. You can be whatever you want. To that end…

4. Fuck gender

Fuck it right into the bin. The world of physical fitness is incredibly gendered. It relentlessly reinforces the idea that men are supposed to be big and strong, and women are supposed to be thin with a juicy butt. Fuck that. I’m a non-binary transfemme. I want a juicy butt and to be jacked as hell. I want to be able to bodyslam a grown man and look good while doing it. Now more than three years into transition, I’ve left behind certain aspirations of unachievable femininity, but I’ve also never been hotter. I feel like myself in whole new ways. Confident, powerful, beautiful. I am the woman I always too afraid to be, and it fucking rules.

5. My relationship to my body has changed

I spent the last 33 years disconnected from the sack of meat that contains my unwilling consciousness. Even as transition progressed, I did not want to be a part of my body. But as I exercise, feel my muscles working and my heart pumping, I am connected to it. I am a part of it. There is something beautiful about that. All my life I avoided exercise because I couldn’t stand my physical form. But now I recognise that my body is my home, and I should care for it like I care for the rest of my world.

6. Exercise is actually good for you

Every smug prick that tells you that exercise is good for your mental health and general well being was, unfortunately, correct. I want more than nothing else to rot in my own filth, smoking weed and eating doritos until I die. But that leaves me feeling like literal shit, and the improvement I’ve noticed in mood, energy levels, sleep quality and general daily vibe cannot be ignored. I resent this truth, yet here we are.

Exercise has not “fixed” me or suddenly cured my lifelong depression. I’ve been more depressed in the last few months than I have since I started transition, but exercise was actually the one thing that kept me going. I almost had no choice on whether I went to the gym. It happened at times against my will, but it always improved my mood, even if I did just go right back to a RuneScape-induced fugue afterwards.

7. Setting the vibe

For whatever reason, gyms love to play Radio 1. I can only assume this is because whoever is in charge of the music was hired by Satan to ruin my day with inane chat and the musical equivalent of liquid diarrhoea. Before you call me a boomer, I was born hating all things popular and despite my best efforts I really can’t find a way to feel any differently about it.

So if you’re like me, which is to say very cool and refined, you need headphones to blast some raw punk for those weight sessions. I’m talking about Soft Play, Lambrini Girls, Be Your Own Pet, Amyl and the Sniffers. If you’re on the treadmill or elliptical you want an audiobook; something compelling, uncomplicated, and full of action. No mournful dyke lit. I’m sorry fans of Julia Armfield, but Our Wives Under the Sea isn’t going to cut it when you’re only 15 minutes into cardio and already want to die. For my money though, the best cardio option is to hop on a bike, get your Switch out and play Legend of Zelda. “Oh, but what if someone judges me for playing my Switch at the gym?” That person can eat shit. Also, they won't because as highlighted earlier, no one cares!

8. Leisure centres are your friends

Leisure centres, unlike private gyms, are funded with your taxes. They are the public libraries of getting jacked. Make use of those spaces. They are usually cheaper than the alternative and yes, they might be a bit grottier but they’re still pretty good. Don’t be afraid of the staff, they are there to help you.

Make sure to get an induction too. It should be free and will help familiarise you with the space and how the machines work. Do not wing it unless you wanna show up, cause a scene by hurting yourself and then get taken out on a stretcher. Most leisure centres will also offer to put together a workout plan, and some of the fancier ones will give you a full fitness MOT where you can learn about your bone density and shit. Not my gym, because it’s small and crap. But you probably have better facilities on your doorstep than I do within 20 miles.

9. The changing room question

You have the legal right to use the changing rooms that align with gender identity. Labour even recently dropped plans to rewrite the equality act, which would have removed that right. So for now, it's yours — use it. That said, if you’re really nervous about the changing rooms, contact the gym beforehand and ask what their facilities are like. Do they have changing booths? Or gender neutral spaces?

I rarely if ever change at the gym. I either get ready at home, or even change in my car sometimes like the lil gremlin I am. If that’s not an option, put on your gym clothes under your outfit for the day, and wear something simple like a jumpsuit so you can get changed with minmal fuss. If you absolutely need to change at the gym and aren’t comfortable or don’t feel safe using the changing rooms, use a disabled toilet. That might be controversial, but your safety and comfort matters. If people are going to give you shit, or if you don’t have access to the facilities you need to feel safe, claim space where you can. As long as you are respectful of others who need that space too.

10. Don’t get in your own way

This is where I will do the most projecting, but as someone who is both trans and autistic, I really thought going to the gym would be too fraught an experience for me to handle. I worried that I was going to get clocked, or ridiculed or harassed or merely perceived against my will.

But let me remind you: No one else cares. You are allowed to be there. You are entitled to these spaces. If someone gives you shit, whether that staff or users, report them to management. File a formal complaint. Make it clear what actions they take to make it right. Advocate for yourself. If that’s too overwhelming, ask a friend to help. Hell, drop me a line and I’ll put those bitches in their place for you.

Yes, it’s fucking exhausting having to fight for every inch of space, every moment of safety, but fuck the rest of the world. If they can’t handle our presence, that’s their problem. Soon you’ll be jacked as hell and able to throw them down a well if they give you any trouble.

#fitness #exercise #gymlife #gym #gymrat #trans joy #transgender #fuck gender #trans experience #trans fitness #health & fitness

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7ndipity · 10 months

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Hey Sara!!! ✨💞 I came back! Hahaha i had a pretty busy weekend 😵‍💫 but that only means I have a lot to catch on your blog <3 but before I forget!

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY 🍰✨🎉!!!! I hope you had an amazing day honey and full of joy and good treats, I hope your new year will be full of happiness, success and health <3 and omggg you’re a scorpio bby!!🤭 what a funny coincidence because my rising sign is Scorpio too hahaha I send you a big hug and many kisses from yoongi too👀💞✨

Now, I’m still have a few updates to catch on but! The kitty one? THAT WAS LOVELY, I read it with a smile on my face because that’s a very real scenario of him with a calico kitty🥹 I love your surprises and ofc you’re right, that was very Jimin coded, and the ending line about the kids???? THAT’S SO HIM, our natural teaser libra boy<3 I saw that someone already ask you for. a Yoongi one ! Oh that’s gonna be chef kiss!😙

Now, going on with our kitty chat omgggg your boy seems to be very special 🥹🥹✨and with those eyes!! I bet he’s beautiful!!! And it’s soo good to hear that your family makes stray kitties life easier <3 and now your dad! Being a Kpop gg man! I love that ❤️‍🔥! Hahaha well he surely did not mention anything about the explicit version to you hahaha he would be like 👁️👄👁️ this man wants to f*ck my daughter seven days a week? In the rightest way?? Jdjsjsjsjs I’m now thinking on a scenario with any member with that plot hahahahhahaa I’m sorry I’m just on a silly mood today 🤭😂 but! If your ever decide to write something like that , I think JK, or anyone of the rap line would be accurate 😂

But , going back to the original point, jsjsjsjsjs yeah!! There’s something with jk and taehyung voices and parents , they always end up getting them!! And for the right reasons!

Love you Sara! I do have a smutty request because girlll, that Yoongi one?? I do have to say that the use of the color system and how you write it… like I think that was my Roman Empire for the week ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥👁️👁️ because …. Of course I’ve seen it on different works BUT, here I could imagine him doing his thing and saying that like … I don’t event want to think about anymore!!!! It was HOT AF, I’m loving this side of you <3 anddddd now I’ll write my request on another box hahahaha 💞💞big message today!!

I legit squealed when I saw your name in my inbox, like I missed you this week, Hon!😚😚Omg, putting the rest of this under the cut bc theres so much to catch up on, lol!

My birthday was good, went shopping with my fam and made lemon bars instead of a cake for myself!(ya girl finally got Tae's & Jk's albums as gifts, so now the Ot7 solo album collection is complete!👏👏) Also yay Scorpio buddies! Now I'm kinda curious what your sun sign is for comparison, lol(my rising sign is Cancer btw)!

I'm so glad you liked the Jimim blurb, I had a lot of fun writing it! I'm looking forward to writing the Yoongi one as well, cause we need more cat dad Yoongi on this site.😊 And yeah, not to brag on my boy, but he is so beautiful I love him sm, even tho he's a chaos noodle! (I might share a pic sometime if anyone wants?)

Also, omg not that Jungkook scenario, I can't breathe!🤣 It would be soo funny but soo awkward, like Jk slipping up and saying smth like "y/n's been a big inspiration for my music" like just trying to be nice, and then remembering what his lyrics are and just😱 NOOO TAKE IT BACK, PLEASE UN-HEAR THAT!!🤣😭I may have write this bc just yes, lol!

Also ROMAN EMPIRE?! Thank you?! I really liked the color system thing too, it just seems like a very Yoongi thing to me, just casually checking in to make sure you're okay, regardless of the scenario.🥺

I've also really been having a lot of fun exploring the smuttier concepts, so by all means send the ideas! I'm gonna respond more on your other message, bc just from a quick glance do I have some thoughts!😳

Love you sm!💜💜💜

#7ndipity speaks

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Chapter 200: Direct Negotiations

Uh... it’s no longer Sunday but I am assuming there was a Tumblr party and Tumblr ran out of digital Kleenex because everyone wiped tears off their face because of the two idiots above.

I mean... they’re just... amazing...

Anyways. No sign of intelligence beneath the cut.

Mostly incoherent babbling...

Let me just go ahead and gush about how beautiful the art has been lately real quick...

The art has been incredibly beautiful lately.

Ok, moving on.

Yuji and Megumi

Ok but listen.

This moment tho...

Like...

Are you fudging kidding me?

This was absolute GOLD!

Also, I know an anon just totally said that I’m one of the few places where shipping isn’t the focus... and it’s not that I’m about to write about itafushi and I haven't necessarily started shipping them all of a sudden but...

Holly Molly!

Gege managed to create one of the most beautiful dynamics in Shonen that I have ever seen/read.

I was so moved, as I’m sure everyone reading the chapter was, by the way Gege showed their dynamic in this chapter.

I also loved seeing Megumi’s mind-reading abilities in action once again.

Yuji as an individual

This kid is still one of my absolute fave MCs in the Shonen genre.

The other one is Syaoran from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle.

I was talking to @justafrenchlondoner about how I love Yuji is basically always up to something good and wholesome (compared to daddy Sukuna) and she brought up a good point... this is what makes them both so compelling.

I have to agree. Yuji’s highly endearing personality is very interesting given Sukuna’s complete lack of regard for others.

They really are the two opposing sides of the same coin.

But, what I loved most this chapter was seeing Yuji’s inner dialogue about Sukuna.

Someone please... stab me. NOW! No jk don’t stab me.

OH.MY.GAWD!

I have no words.

Me. THE mental gymnastics, word vomiter extraordinaire, has no words about Yuji's beautiful resolve.

I am simply speechless because of Yuji this chapter.

He’s already sacrificed himself for Megumi once before. Now that Megumi has asked Yuji to save him, God knows what lengths Yuji will go through for him.

GAWD! Gege has not killed anyone we care about during the Culling Game but he sure as hell is building up the angst for us masochists.

Also... this whole interaction and the implications behind Sukuna being The one who fell from the stairs Disgraced One low-key reminded me of this...

Probably doesn’t have anything to do with it... but I couldn’t help but be reminded of it.

Sukuna tho...

Yes this exactly.

Why did Sukuna go through the trouble to warn Yuji?

Finally some plot progression and things are only getting juicier!

Ritual incoming

What’s the date? November 14th? 5 days until the deadline for Tsumiki to join the Culling Game--I suspect the ritual might take place on or around November 19th.

I present to you: the Generic American villain

He’s always focused on some sort of egocentric goal.

Totally reminds me of that one bad guy from the movie Avatar.

You know... just cliché af character with evil motivations because if villain bad then why not?

I don’t even know how to elaborate on how and why he’s cliché. He just is.

And... as a pseudo-American who grew up south of the border and therefore has an outsider perspective of how imperialistic the United States is, I kind of love it?

I love how Gege is portraying this villain in such a cliché way because clichés have some degree of truth to them.

And the US is a military state focused on consumption and conquest. The only ones who can’t really see this fact are US born citizens because we have our noses so far up our asses that we have completely bought into the propaganda machine that the US media is.

Anyways, Frenchie was saying that Chainsaw Man also had American intervention as part of the themes in the story. For me, I was reminded of Zankyou no Terror and how the Americans are portrayed as the villains who are capable of pulling political strings in Japan.

I’m looking forward to seeing where Gege takes Mr. Generic American Villain.

KOKICHI!!!! NOOOOOOO!

This is always my reaction anytime I see Kokichi.

Just a friendly reminder to ask yourself: if Gege gets me to like a character I didn’t like before, does that mean that he’s going to kill them soon?

I would have loved to see Gege’s interpretation of Donald Trump

I’m sure it would have been hi-la-rious! But I doubt Shonen Jump would have given him the green light on something like that.

Japan’s monopoly on sorcerers

Callback to chapter 136! We still have to see how the Middle East is going to react.

But I’ve found it very interesting for some time now how much Japanese media addresses esoteric topics such as psychic battles compared to Western media.

Think there’s some truth to it?

ANYWAYS!

Happy it’s no longer Sunday JJK-Sunday! If you’re read this far, I hope you enjoyed the chapter as much as I did.

#god I love jujutsu kaisen #jjk ch 200

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always.

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist.

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down.

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face.

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!”

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that.

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute.

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it.

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words.

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend.

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them.

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?”

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!”

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you.

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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bangtanintotheroom · 3 years

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Hello lovely! Congrats on your milestone, this drabble idea is so cool! If there is still a free spot, can I request umm...

“quick, kiss me!” + “do that again.” with Jimin and f reader? maybe a childhood friends 2 lovers au? 👉👈 I love your blog!!!! 😍

(if there's no more spots don't worry about it! Please ignore me!)

Mindyyyy 😚 you made it just in time, you got the last spot!

• Pairing: Jimin x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 8k

• Summary: Your best friend has watched over the years as you’ve loved and gotten your heart broken numerous times, leaving him to pick up the pieces. But now he doesn’t know how much longer he can watch you love someone else that wasn’t him…

• Prompt(s): #17 (fluff) “Quick, kiss me!”, #3 (smut) “Do that again.”

• Warnings/themes: Alexa, play “U Got It Bad”, Jimin being an absolute sweetheart, pining, swearing, drinking, reader’s ex-boyfriend is a real asshole, Tae and JK interrogate the hell out of Jimin, reader ends up hiding in a public restroom, fake kissing (or is it?), love confessions, dry humping, implied love-making, SO MUCH FLUFF ☁️

• Notes: This was not supposed to be this long AT ALL, but I got in my damn feelings for these two and I, UGH 🤧 I guess you can’t call this a drabble anymore though lol I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers so thank you for requesting this @parkdatjimin! 💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

There were so many things Jimin loved about you.

Your hair. Your smile. Your outfits. Your sound of glee you made whenever something went your way. The list goes on.

But one thing he couldn’t love was your taste in men.

He could never figure out why you went for those who were the complete opposite of you.

Inconsiderate. Self-centered. Unreliable. Inattentive. The list goes on.

Every time you showed up at his house with red-rimmed eyes, he was there to pull you inside and shower you with cuddles and soft reassurances until that lovely smile of yours returned. Some times were tougher than the others, where these sessions would take days before that storm cloud above your head broke.

This last time was one of them.

Your asshole of an ex (Jung-ho? Jae-woo? Whatever, he didn’t give a fuck) had to be the worst of them all over the years.

The prick had somehow convinced you to let him move in after just seven months of dating, citing that his lease was almost up and he felt that things were getting serious between the two of you. Of course you believed him, stars in your eyes as you gave him the copy of your apartment keys. Things seemed smooth for a couple of months until one day you had called Jimin. He could tell from the tone of your voice that something was horribly wrong and was ready to book it to your place until you told him to meet you at the nearest park instead. He threw on his shoes and ran down there immediately, even though he figured it would take you at least fifteen minutes to show up from your apartment. You showed up just in time but there were no tears in your eyes or sobs stuck in your throat. Instead, the color looked like it had drained from your face. Jimin quickly sat down with you when he saw your legs start to wobble.

He never expected you to tell him that you were on the verge of eviction. How could that have happened? You were always so diligent when it came to paying your bills.

But it wasn’t your fault at all, it was your damn boyfriend’s.

He had thrown some crazy party while you were out of town for the weekend which led to major noise complaints from multiple neighbors. You were none the wiser when you returned until your landlord showed up at your door to yell at you. He didn’t even try to hear your attempts to defend yourself before shoving a notice in your hands, the bright red stamp on top nearly making your heart stop. And to top it off, your boyfriend merely shrugged when you confronted him on what he did, saying that he didn’t think they were that loud.

You weren’t the type to get angry easily but you saw red. All you could remember was screaming multiple insults with scattered swears before storming out in your bedroom slippers, keys and phone clutched tight in your hand. And that was when Jimin had gotten that phone call.

He had to watch with a heavy heart as you broke down into sobs in his arms, lamenting that you had nowhere to go now, your parents too far for you to stay with and no relatives nearby either. You couldn’t afford to find another place in the neighborhood either, the rent too high compared to what you were used to. There were places that were affordable but the areas were not exactly safe for a young woman. Jimin had scrambled for solutions until an idea had formed. But before the rational part of his mind could tell him no, it expelled from his mouth like word vomit.

Come live with me.

He did his best to keep his eyes on yours as you looked at him with shock, even though his face was on fire with embarrassment. He tried to cover himself by saying that it made sense and he was sure Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t mind if you stayed with them for a while. All you had to worry about was getting your stuff out before the landlord had it tossed in the trash. You had remained silent for a while before you asked him why he was going through all this trouble for you. Now Jimin really had to rein himself in, on the verge of confessing these feelings that he was forced to swallow down all of these years.

All he could do was give you one of his bright smiles, brushing a stray tear away as he said that’s what best friends were for.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in his living room, scouring the web for a storage company that could hold all of your furniture for a decent price, along with an inexpensive moving company to help bring the rest of your things to his apartment. It was nearly 4 AM when all of the necessary info was jotted down and the two of you were forced to sleep, Jimin offering you his bed and a shirt to sleep in. Of course you kicked up a fuss until he gave you a raised brow and a hand on his hip, killing your argument right there. And so you had tucked yourself into his sheets while he laid on the couch, hands clasped on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling, wondering how well this was going to go over with his roommates.

Thank God he had the sense to send you on a breakfast run the next morning, not wanting you to be around to hear him and the others shouting at each other.

Honestly, Taehyung and Jungkook had every right to be upset at his impromptu decision but he couldn’t leave you hung out to dry like that. You had already mentioned last night that you would do whatever to help out, whether it be with rent, bills or even groceries, until you got a place of your own. The guys had calmed down a bit when he relayed the message but they were still iffy on having someone of the opposite gender living with them all of a sudden. Jimin loved them but they weren’t exactly the neatest of roommates and he reminded them to not leave their socks and underwear lying around in the bathroom from now on. By the time you came back, it seemed like nothing had happened as you passed everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich, light conversation carrying on at the table. You never noticed the looks Taehyung and Jungkook shot your best friend from the side when you weren’t looking.

That was over a month ago.

You were still living with Jimin and his friends, your quest for a new place futile and wearing on your nerves. Whatever breakthroughs came fell through one way or another, sending you back to square one. The guys sans Jimin had been making sure to give you your space, sensing an aura around you that said ‘don’t bother me’. But today was especially rough, thanks to some unpleasant news you had heard through the grapevine. Your ex, unscathed from the eviction thanks to his parents letting him shack up, had gotten a place of his own. You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t offer to look for a new place with you after the incident, only texting you once after you blew up at him to let you know that he was getting his stuff out. But nothing ever came; no apology either. You had to calm Jimin down after showing him the message, on the verge of speeding over to the apartment to curse or beat the living daylights out of Jung-woo.

You tried not to let the news bum you out but you clearly failed as Jimin noticed something was up when he got home from work.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

Your head flew up from your phone, surprised to see him standing in front of you, a look of concern on his handsome face. “O-Oh, nothing…”

Jimin rolled his eyes before sitting next to you on the couch. “Y/N, we’ve known each other for how many years now?”

“Uh, fifteen years?”

“Fifteen years of you trying and failing to pull a fast one on me.”

You sighed. So much for avoiding the subject. “Well…it’s about Jung-woo.”

Jimin’s body automatically tensed at the name. “What about him?”

“He…well, I heard from Dan-bi that he found a place to live.”

“What? Where?”

Your lip caught between your teeth, knowing that this next sentence was going to set him off. “Over in Gangnam-gu.”

As you predicted, your best friend stood up, fists clenched at his sides in outrage. “Gangnam-gu? That place is fucking expensive!”

“I know…”

A growl escaped him. “He couldn’t even offer you help to find an apartment yet he had the money to go live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Korea. That son of a bitch. I should have gone over that night and-”

“No Jimin.” You fixed him with a stern look, reaching up to hold his hands in yours. “Not saying that he didn’t deserve it but I’m not watching my best friend get taken away because he assaulted someone. He’ll get his karma.”

Your touch calmed him down a bit, forcing himself to take in a few deep breaths before sitting down again. “I hope so or else karma is a big joke.” Shaking his head to clear his anger, he gave you an uneasy look. “But forget about me, how are you feeling?”

“Well…you pretty much expressed how I felt when I heard that.” A humorless laugh came out as you looked down at your still intertwined hands. “I really know how to pick them, huh?”

Jimin bit back an agreement, not wanting to start a fight with you over his insensitivity. “Y/N, come on, enough of that. It’s not your fault that this all happened, any decent man would take some responsibility for messing up, which he clearly isn’t.”

“If you say so…”

Frowning at how you still eyed your hands with discontent, Jimin removed one to hold your chin, gently lifting it up to look at him. God, the makeup you had on only made your eyes pop out even more than usual.

“I don’t think your taste in men is completely terrible, princess-“ His lips twisted into a smirk. “I mean, look at me.”

He cheered inside his head as he got the result he wanted, your pretty face scrunching as you laughed at his joke.

“Chimmy, you dork! Of course you would make yourself the exception.”

“But is it not true?”

Jimin had been joking but a tiny part of him wanted the validation from your lips (and hoped that maybe it would skew your platonic feelings in another direction). He never got it as the front door burst open, the entrants loudly announcing their arrival.

“’Sup lovebirds!”

The two of you jumped at the interruption, looking up to see Jungkook and Taehyung at the door. “Welcome home, guys. How was your day?"

Jungkook pouted as he toed off his shoes. “Could’ve been better, it was a slow day at work. I hate when I’m given the early shifts at the gym.”

Taehyung scoffed as he kicked off his shoes. “Be glad you were slow, it was nonstop for me. I had to go to the backroom a couple of times so I wouldn’t lose my shit on the next person who asked if we had any more raspberry drizzle.”

Jimin spoke next, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, sucks to be you guys.”

“It does, which is why-“ Jungkook threw an arm over the other’s shoulders, grinning. “We’re going to hit up Joseon tonight for some drinks!”

“Don’t you two have work in the morning again?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Yeah but we’ll cross that bridge when the time comes. You guys want to come along?”

You were ready to decline, not a huge fan of somewhere as crowded as the bar but after the day you had, you could make an exception. “Sure.”

Jimin looked at you with astonishment at your answer. Before he could ask why, Jungkook spoke up again. “Oh yay, Y/N is down! What about you, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, I, uh, I guess I’ll come too.”

“Alright, party! We’re ready to leave whenever you guys are unless someone needs to freshen up?”

You giggled at how Taehyung looked at you with a knowing grin. “I’ll only be ten minutes, promise.”

You let go of Jimin’s hands and got up to head to his room to get yourself together, leaving the three men alone in the living room.

“So when are you shooting your shot?”

Jimin’s head whipped over to give Jungkook a scowl. “Jungkook, we’re not talking about this right now.”

Of course Taehyung had to jump in next. “Come on Jimin, what are you waiting for? Her to make the first move? You’ve been waiting for years, this is getting sad.”

“Look, like I told you, it’s not the right time.”

Jungkook walked over and plopped down where you were previously sitting, shooting his roommate a no-nonsense look. “Jimin, it’s never the right time with you. I understand you’re scared to ask how she feels but it’s been over a month since she broke up with that douchebag and it’s only a matter of time before she moves onto the next prick who will break her heart again. Why not just tell her how you feel?”

Jimin laughed humorlessly, a hand coming up to push his hair back. “Yeah, tell her how I feel and possibly fuck up a fifteen-year friendship? Sounds like a grand plan, Kook.”

Before he could talk back, Taehyung came over to give his friend a scathing look. “Jimin, you’re one of my closest friends but when I say this, I say this out of love. You’re a fucking coward.”

Jimin shot up off the couch, baring his teeth at the other. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re a coward, man! Do you really think you have no chance with Y/N whatsoever?”

“Of course, I’m her best friend, her guy best friend at that! What chance do I have?”

Taehyung gave his friend a disappointed look, shaking his head. “More of a chance than any of these other guys, that’s for sure. But you won’t take that chance because you’re scared of trying to turn your friendship into a relationship-“

He was cut off when Jimin grabbed a fistful of his shirt, bringing him close as he growled in his face. “You don’t understand, Taehyung, so don’t fucking act like you know what the hell I’ve been going through all these years.”

Jimin was just as surprised as the others as to how he was reacting. Normally he wouldn’t get this hostile when the guys grilled him on his feelings for you but the stress of everything to do with your situation lately had him on edge. One of the downsides to knowing you for so long was how empathetic you two were to each other’s emotions, like a dry sponge next to a tub of water. But who was Taehyung to act like confessing to you was so easy? If this was some romantic comedy, he would have done it ages ago if it guaranteed having you as his girlfriend.

But this was real life and the guy didn’t always get the girl at the end of the day.

He was nothing like the men you pursued so what made him think he ever had a chance with you?

“Alright guys, I’m ready!”

As soon as your voice echoed from the hallway, Jimin let go of Taehyung, the latter jumping back and fixing his shirt like it wasn’t balled up just now. Jungkook bit his lip, glad that you were returning as he was ready to jump in between the two in case things escalated. You entered the room to see Jimin giving you one of his sweet smiles, walking over to take your hand in his.

“Looking beautiful as always.”

Your cheeks heated up; you could never get used to his compliments. “Stop, I just powdered my face and put some gloss on. Ready to go, guys?”

Thankfully Jimin didn’t have to give them a look that said to act natural, the two giving you salutes. “Yes ma’am!”

Joseon was crowded like always but the four of you managed to secure a table somehow. After Jimin helped you up on one of the stools (prompting you to pout at him saying that you weren’t a little girl that needed help), Taehyung got everyone’s drink orders and headed up to the busy counter. Jungkook looked around the room with excitement, wondering if there was anyone he knew that was here. Meanwhile, Jimin leaned in to speak in your ear.

“You okay? Not too much for you?”

You shook your head. “No, surprisingly. The energy in here feels good, I think I’ll be okay.”

He gave you a nod. “Alright but if you ever want to go, let me know.”

You gave your friend a reassuring smile before looking at Jungkook. “Kookie, thanks for inviting us out. To be honest, I had a bit of a rough day, I think I could use some relaxation.”

Jungkook gave a bunny smile. “Of course! I was surprised you said yes but I’m glad. The more the merrier, right?”

Jimin tried not to glare at his roommate when he gave him a mischievous look. “I agree.”

“Alright, order up!”

Taehyung’s voice boomed as he arrived with a tray of your respective drinks plus a round of shots. “Shots too, Tae?”

He gave you a smirk. “First round is on me.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “Thank you but why do I feel like this is going to be one of many rounds?”

“Wow, you’ve got great intuition, Y/N.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he handed you your glasses. “If the both of you get wasted, I’m leaving your asses in the street.”

Jungkook took his own drinks as he shot him a pout. “You’d really leave us inebriated out there?”

“After you threw up on my shirt last time, yes, I would.”

“Bitch.”

You giggled as they flipped each other off before you gave your friend a gentle smack on his arm. “Okay you two, stop fighting and let’s have a toast.”

“I agree, I can already see my drink watering down.” Taehyung picked up his shot glass and cleared his throat dramatically. “To us, may we get through another day of bullshit without wanting to jump in front of a bus.”

“Hear hear!”

Everyone clinked their glasses together before throwing back the liquid, shuddering at the slight burn.

“Fuck Tae, you got whiskey?!”

Taehyung nodded at Jimin. “Yeah, why not start off strong?”

Jimin grumbled, immediately sipping his other drink. “Could’ve gotten something that tastes better.”

The four of you talked about various subjects as the drinks dwindled down. Once everyone’s glass was empty, Jungkook offered to get refills and the next round, skipping over to the counter.

Jimin could usually handle his liquor but that damn whiskey was already making his body warm and his cheeks flushed. His self-control was also ebbing away as his eyes kept lingering on you longer than necessary whenever you were speaking, taking in how your nose scrunched when you talked about something you didn’t like or how strands of hair kept slipping out of your ponytail.

“Right, Jimin?”

Jimin blinked out of his trance as he heard you calling his name. “H-Huh?”

You shot him an amused look. “I said, it’s crazy how these local stores charge an arm and a leg for mediocre japchae but back home is still cheap for high quality, right?”

“O-Oh, yeah. So much better…”

Jimin blushed even more as he was caught slipping, taking a longer sip of his drink. He did his best to keep his eyes averted from his roommates’, noticing how the knowing gazes got more and more frequent as the night went on. His little display earlier in the living room would look like nothing compared to his possible reaction now, alcohol a bad influence on his behavior.

“I’ll be right back guys, just have to run to the ladies’ room.”

Everyone nodded before you went off to the back of the bar towards the restrooms. Jimin kept his eyes on your form, making sure you got there without some drunk guy trying to hit on you.

“Jimin.”

He jumped at the sound of Taehyung’s voice, turning to see him, along with Jungkook, giving him a scrutinizing look.

“Wh-What?”

“Are you alright?”

He did his best to shoot one of his bright smiles but he could feel the way one of the corners of his mouth twitched in protest. “Of course I am! I’ve got drinks and my friends around me, why wouldn’t I be alright?”

The two looked at each other before sighing. “Because you’ve been staring at Y/N like she’s the most fascinating thing in the world every time she so much as breathes. Not very subtle for someone who doesn’t want her to know that he’s in love with her.”

Jimin’s grip on his glass tightened as his eyes narrowed. “Guys, don’t start this shit again, please.”

“Hey, we’re trying to help you out now! You’re this close to blowing your cover so quit the staring, yeah?”

Jimin brought a hand up to rub his eyes, wondering how easy it would be for him to get two new roommates on such short notice. “Whatever.”

The three of them moved onto topics far away from Jimin’s romantic life, much to his relief. After some time, two random girls came up to their table, giving shy yet excited grins as they asked if the guys wanted to join them in playing darts. Jungkook and Taehyung agreed with no delay while Jimin declined, explaining that he was still waiting for someone. Of course Jungkook had to add on that the older man was a faithful boyfriend but that there was plenty of him and his friend to go around. Jimin was this close to throwing his empty shot glass at the younger man’s stupid head but the girls dragged him away just in time. Lucky bastard.

Now he sat alone, tapping his fingers on the slightly sticky table as he continued waiting. He hoped that you were alright, it usually didn’t take you this long to use the bathroom. Worrying that you may have gotten sick from the alcohol, Jimin unlocked his phone to send a message only for one to pop up on his screen immediately.

[Y/N 💞]: Chimmy, come back here ASAP

[Y/N 💞]: Please

Fearing the worst, Jimin jumped down from his stool and made a beeline for the restrooms (narrowly missing an elbow from someone who was attempting to krump). His brows furrowed as he didn’t see you anywhere in the narrow hallway. He pulled his phone back out.

[Chimchim 💛]: I’m here

Within a few seconds, the door to the womens’ room creaked open, your head poking out.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

You shook your head slowly. “N-No…well, I kind of feel like it now but…”

Jimin frowned. “Come out here.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Huh?”

You whispered, eyes darting out to the bar area. “He’s here.”

Confusion scattered across his face. “Who’s here, princess?”

You began chewing on your lower lip, trying to ignore the way your stomach churned. “Jung-woo…”

Jimin’s eyes widened, head whipping out to look at the crowd. “Shit, really? Where did you see him?”

“He was by the bar just now but I think he’s sitting at one of the tables nearby.”

Jimin looked closer, cursing when he saw the offender sitting down with a group of friends at the table right next to the hallway entrance. Just the sight of that douchebag made his blood boil. Who gave him the right to come out tonight and have fun while the girl he practically tossed to the streets was forced to hide in the bathroom?

“Y/N…we’ll sneak past him.”

“But Jimin!”

It hurt him how upset you looked at the thought but he was damned if he was going to watch this guy ruin your night.

“Y/N. Come on, I’ll cover you.” He held a hand out to you, a gentle smile on his plump lips. “Please? For me?”

You stared at his hand before looking between that and your ex, chewing the last of the gloss off your lips as you debated. “O-Okay…”

Jimin wiggled his fingers, teeth showing and eyes squinting. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

Now that smile he loved to see peeked out as you opened the door fully, putting your hand to intertwine with his as you stepped out. You were still nervous about having your ex spot you but when your best friend smiled at you like that and gave you one of your special nicknames, anything felt possible. He gave your hand a squeeze before he started leading you down the hallway.

But things took a turn for the worse when Jung-woo got up and started heading towards the both of you.

“Oh shit!” Your hushed exclamation came out before you hid behind Jimin’s taller form. “He’s going to see me!”

Jimin gulped, his brain scrambling for a solution to this sudden issue. There were only two places that you could both hide in and either one would cause a commotion that would surely bring unwanted attention. An idea flashed but just as quick as it arrived, he realized that it was a terrible one. But the options were limited and Jung-woo was getting closer and closer…

He quickly turned around to face you, giving you an apologetic look before grabbing your arms. “Jimin, wh-”

Jimin moved your body to press against the wall, pulling a gasp out of you as you looked up with widened eyes. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he leaned down and whispered. “Quick, kiss me!”

Your mouth dropped at what he said, not expecting your best friend to ask such a thing out of you but judging by the desperate look in his eyes, he had no choice. So you reached a hand up, held the back of his neck and pulled his head down to press his lips to yours.

Jimin could only imagine in his wildest dreams how it would have felt to kiss you, implanting the sensation of your lips pressing to his cheeks or forehead to a more wanted area. But those little fantasies were nothing compared to experiencing the real thing. Your lips were slightly sticky from leftover gloss and the mixed drink you had earlier, the flavors mixing and transferring to him. They felt soft and molded well against his own but stayed still. He would have preferred to have them moving but beggars couldn’t be choosers, right? Besides, this wasn’t a real kiss, merely a diversion. He tried not to deflate at the thought.

But then your lips started moving against his own, pulling a sound of shock from him.

He deluded himself into the reason why his hands came up to cup your face afterwards, thinking that it would hide your face from your ex and not because he wanted to touch you.

Right?

Jimin didn’t know how long the two of you had your lips locked but he was alerted by the sound of one of the bathroom doors shutting behind him. Forcing himself to pull away from your mouth, he studied your face, seeing your eyes shut and your lips parted as little puffs of air escaped. An irrational part of him was tempted to go back in but then your eyes opened, housing a mixture of emotions that he wasn’t ready to address.

His voice croaked out. “I-I’m sorry Y/N…I couldn’t think of anything else…”

Your voice was just as shaky as you looked down at his neck. “It’s fine, Jimin…y-you did what you had to…”

Now the giddiness he was feeling was quickly morphing into anxiety as he felt an unbearable tension wash over the two of you. Was his idea of kissing you really better than hiding in one of the restrooms? Did he fuck things up?

Dammit.

“...we should head back before he comes out.”

It took a couple of seconds for you to process, nodding slowly as you let him take your hand before leading the both of you back to the table. The two of you didn’t even get a chance to sit down before Jungkook came running over, his cheeks reddened and lifted as he encouraged you to come over and join the game of darts. Jimin accepted immediately, wanting some type of distraction from the swirling mass in his chest; even better, the girls had bought a round of shots for everyone. He did his best to focus on the game rather than give in to the urge to knock back more liquor than needed, already seeing that his roommates would need some help getting back home. But it was hard, especially with you standing so close to him.

And he swore that every time he looked in your direction, your head swiveled back to whatever place it was in before.

Thankfully (or not), closing time began approaching, the lights brightening up the bar. After Jungkook and Taehyung got the numbers of their new friends (even though they had to be told twice so they entered the right digits), Jimin and you helped them into an Uber, barely listening to them as they rambled about what they were going to eat when they got home. The four of you reached the front door and waited as Jimin fumbled with the keys.

“Son of a-”

You frowned as you adjusted your body to accommodate the weight of Jungkook leaning on you. “What is it?”

“This fucking door won’t take the key even though I know it’s the right one!”

Taehyung looked up at him from where he sat against the wall, lidded eyes squinting as he studied said key. “…dude, that’s for the mailbox.”

Jimin paused and blinked owlishly, realizing his friend was right.

“Oh…”

Shaking his head, he shuffled through until he finally got the correct key, unlocking the door and letting everyone go in first. One kiss and he didn’t even know how to open his goddamn front door anymore.

After heating up and sharing a frozen pizza, Jungkook and Taehyung peaced out, you giving them a reminder to set their alarms for work as they went into their rooms. Which left you and Jimin alone. He didn’t even have a chance to say a syllable before you shot up out of your chair.

“I’m going to go change.”

All Jimin could do was nod, watching you close until you disappeared down the hall, letting out a deep sigh as his hands rubbed at his face. He was starting to believe that he really messed things up with his ‘brilliant’ plan at the bar. You were probably freaked out that your best friend would think that there was no other choice but to plant his lips on you to save you from an unwanted encounter with your ex. What the hell was he thinking?

“Jimin, I’m done.”

He was brought out of his lamenting by your soft voice. Jimin looked up, his heart skipping at you wearing one of his older hoodies he had given you years ago. Would you wear the clothing of someone who you were mad at?

“Okay.”

He stood up and began making his way to his room until you called out to him. “Jimin.”

Turning his head, he saw you giving him a timid smile, hands toying with the too long sleeves. “Come watch a movie with me?”

Jimin couldn’t help his eyes widening at your request. “Sure.”

Once he changed into a loose T-shirt and cotton pajama pants, the two of you sat on the couch in the dark, picking a random movie on Netflix and letting it play. Whatever bit of normalcy Jimin had felt before evaporated as the minutes passed. For starters, the two of you would usually be sitting close to each other, thighs touching as you shared a blanket, but there was a few inches of space in between now. Commentary would also be coming out of your mouths but other than the TV, it was completely silent in the room. But you broke the silence after some time with a heavy, drawn-out sigh, pulling your best friend’s gaze.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You bit your lip as you stared at the TV, debating for a second if you should dare to ask the question that had been on your mind all night.

“Y/N.”

You turned your head, giving your best friend an inquisitive look.

“Jimin…are you in love with me?”

Jimin’s heart could have stopped at that moment, not expecting that of all things to come out your mouth.

“Wh-What?”

Now you rotated your whole body towards him. “I said…are you in love with me?”

Jimin gaped at you while his trembling fingers dug into his thighs. “Y-Y/N, why would you…why would you ask me something like that?”

Your eyes hardened a mite, not wanting him to avoid the question. “Answer me…please.”

This was it. This was the point of no return. But he couldn’t help but bemoan that this wasn’t how he wanted it to go.

He wanted to be dressed to the nines with you at a special place of significance before he confessed the entirety of his feelings for you. How your smile brightened the worst of his days. How his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw you in anything from a hoodie to a dress. How every man you had dated in the past never got his approval because they weren’t him. How he was ready to go to jail because of Jung-woo rendering you homeless. How the last month of having you live with him was the best month of his life.

God, he was so in love with you.

Even if you didn’t feel the same, you deserved a straightforward answer.

Jimin straightened his shoulders and turned his body to face you now, his full lips pursed while his fingers continued digging into his pants. “How did you know?”

Your face expressed shock; as suspicious as you were that there was some truth, you still didn’t expect it to come out of his mouth. “I…I heard you guys arguing. Before we left here, I ran to the bathroom and I…I eavesdropped a bit. I didn’t plan to but-” You bit your lip, hiding your hands under the long sleeves. “You sounded upset.”

“Y/N…”

“And then…the rest of the night happened and I just…” You let out a short laugh. “It’s like I had an epiphany and everything that you’ve been doing over the years just hit me at once. That’s why I’ve been so quiet since then…”

Jimin couldn’t help the heat creeping up his neck when you admitted to hearing the argument. Were they really that loud?

But that was the least of his concerns right now.

“I see…”

The silence blanketed over again, the movie long forgotten now. You decided to break it once more.

“You haven’t said it yet.”

“What?”

You clenched your hidden fists, barely able to hold your friend’s gaze. “You only asked me how I knew…you haven’t said how you felt yet.”

Jimin nearly choked on the lump in his throat but he forced it down, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Y/N…I am in love with you. I have been for a long time. I can’t say exactly when it started but just know that’s it been like this for years. I always wanted to say something but…”

He looked down at his clenched hands for a few seconds before looking up at you again. “You always were seeing someone and even though I hated most of those assholes, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it for you. Even if it was brief, you were happy. At the end of the day, that’s all I wanted for you.”

“Jimin…”

He took in a breath before letting out a quivering sigh. “But it hurt, you know? It hurt having to see you gush about the dates they took you on or the things they bought you, knowing that you would never act like that for me. I mean, I should be happy that we’re as close as we are but it’s never enough, Y/N. You would never look at me that way, no matter how badly your heart got broken. So I decided at some point…”

Another breath. “I decided that as long as I got to be by your side and keep you happy in any way I can, it would be enough. Even if I had to watch you be with someone else, I would keep loving you in my own way. Because I would rather have you in my life and be silent than have you leave me.”

There was so much more that Jimin wanted to say but that lump in his throat returned, choking back the words as he stared at his lap. A melancholy part of him figured that there was no point in wasting his breath anyways. Now that his feelings were out in the open, you had every right to shut him down in that gentle way that you would.

But a sudden hiccup caught his attention.

He looked up, only for his eyes to widen as he saw tears streaming down your face.

“Y-Y/N…”

“J-Jimin…you-” Another hiccup. “You…all this time…y-you’ve been feeling like this all this time?”

“Y-Yes…” Shit, he didn’t think you would cry. He hated to see you cry. “I-I’m sorry, look, you don’t have to entertain my nonsense, I know you don’t feel the same way and-”

He never finished his sentence as your body flew into his, forcing him to wrap his arms around you as his back landed on the cushions. Blinking in shock, he saw you now straddling his hips, your face twisted into an expression of barely-concealed anger.

“Park Jimin…how do you know I don’t feel the same way?”

“I-I…” He swallowed. “I just…assumed.”

Your frown grew. Lifting up one of your arms, you wiped your face dry with the sleeves, sniffling before speaking again. “Jimin…why didn’t you ever say anything? You’ve been suffering all of these years and I just ran around oblivious to your feelings…I’m such a shitty friend.”

Jimin frowned, hands coming up to land on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. “No you’re not…don’t say that, Y/N.”

“But I am!” You grit your teeth, trying to fight back a new wave of tears. “All this time you’ve loved me and you’ve shown it too, more than any of my exes have…without me having to ask or even beg. I should have known from the start…”

Jimin had to strain his ears to hear your next words.

“Maybe then we could have been together.”

If his heart was weak, he would have had a heart attack at what you said.

His mouth gaped, opening and closing a few times before he croaked out. “What…what did you just say?”

You gave him a watery smile, reaching down to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “I said, maybe we could have been together. Then I wouldn’t have had to waste my time with all of these other guys.”

Jimin couldn’t believe it.

His ears were hearing everything you said but his brain was working overtime to process it.

Did you...?

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

He sat up, having you in his lap now as his hands reached into your sleeves, interlacing his fingers with your own. “Does…does that mean you love me too?”

With your teeth on full display, you gave him an assuring nod. “I do.”

Tightening his hold, he whispered. “Say it. Please.”

You squeezed back, licking your lips before speaking softly. “I love…no, I’m in love with you, Jimin. I think I have been all these years too but I never realized it until this last month. You’ve done so much for me…how could I not fall in love with a man like you?”

There it was.

Those words that he had only ever heard in his dreams, the ones that left his heart aching when he woke up.

You loved him just like he loved you.

All Jimin could do was capture your lips with his own, not wanting you to see the tears that started spilling onto his own cheeks as well. But then you started kissing him back, causing a sob to escape and vibrate against your lips. Your hands came up to hold his jaw, your fingertips brushing against the softness of his cheeks. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, pulling your soft body tight against his firmer one. While your lips continued moving in sync, Jimin maneuvered your bodies at some point, you underneath him while his hips rested between your parted legs. This moment between the two of you had been chaste until now, him feeling the heat of you pressed to his clothed length. He realized that you weren’t wearing any shorts underneath his hoodie, prompting an unconscious roll of his hips in response to the discovery.

“Mm-”

The muffled moan you had let out brought him back to his senses, pulling his lips away to pant out. “I-I’m sorry…too much?”

You bit back a whine as his hips stilled. “N-No…”

Jimin’s body stiffened when you brought a leg up to hook around his waist. “Do that again…”

If it wasn’t the way you said those three words, it was the way you looked up at him, those beautiful eyes of yours lidded and tinted with budding desire. Licking his lips, Jimin nodded and continued rolling against you, biting back a groan at the tingles of pleasure he was starting to feel.

“Y/N…mnh-”

Hearing your name spoken like that made your core clench, the weight of his body starting to provide a pleasant friction for you. Wanting to help him out as well, you rolled your own hips up in time. Although not as fluid as Jimin’s, it got the result you wanted, a moan falling from those plush lips as his eyes closed for a bit.

“Oh shit…mm-”

Jimin sped up his movements, starting to feel his cock harden from the stimulation, providing something more straightforward to your pleasure. His covered length fit between your clothed folds perfectly, allowing him to rub against you from the bottom all the way to the top, managing to catch your clit at the very end.

“A-Ah-!”

A sharp gasp left you as your hands came up to grip onto his toned biceps, a strong wave of pleasure running through your body as the sensitive bud was touched. He opened his eyes to look at you, a corner of his mouth twitching at your expression.

“Like that, princess?”

That nickname had a completely different effect on you now due to your current predicament, your fingers digging into his arms. “Yes…”

He chuckled huskily at your response, leaning his lips down to plant kisses all over your neck, trying to find those spots that made you give out more of those little mewls (you fucking mewled; he was surprised he didn’t come in his pants by now). “You make such beautiful sounds, love…”

You whimpered at his words of praise, hiking your leg up higher to allow him to press closer to you. “More, please…”

Jimin let out a soft growl at your plea, latching his mouth onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder before sucking hard as he put more force behind his hips, forcing you to hold back a cry in case Jungkook or Taehyung heard (those two were usually dead to the world when under the influence but there was a first time for everything). It was a shame how he couldn’t hear louder sounds from you but he would take what he could get, the quieter noises enough fodder for him.

Now his cock was completely hard from the movements, starting to feel a dampness soaking through the fabric of his pants onto his underwear, cursing in his head at how wet this was making you. A mumbled whimper came from you all of a sudden.

“Hm? What’s that, baby?”

You swallowed hard, giving a harsh roll up. “I-I’m going to come, Jimin…”

“Fuck-”

But all too soon, his hips stilled and pulled away, making you look up at him with betrayal. Holding back a giggle, Jimin reached down and rubbed your hips, his hoodie having ridden up to expose your lower half. “Relax, princess, I’m not going to leave you hanging like that.”

“That’s not what it feels like…”

Jimin bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes zeroed in on the large wet spot on your panties. “I won’t.”

Standing up (you gnawed on your lip at the prominence in his pants), he bent down and picked you up, prompting you to wrap your limbs around him as his hands cupped your ass. Making sure you were secure, he began walking towards the hallway, rasping quietly to you. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this properly.”

Realizing what he was implying, your core tightened at the possibilities of what he was going to do to you in his bed. Those said possibilities ranged from pleasant to mind-blowing as the two of you got to know each other’s bodies. You were both seeing a new side of each other, the experience exciting yet nerve-wracking as you had to learn what the other liked and didn’t like. But once the former was figured out, you both wasted no time in using the new info to make each other let out noises that often had to be muffled by hands or pillows. This continued until daylight started to peek over the horizon, forcing the both of you to call it quits as his roommates would be getting up soon to get ready for work. While you both laid down, legs tangled with each other, you looked into each other’s eyes, refusing to go to sleep just yet.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hm?”

Jimin flicked his tongue over his swollen lips. “You know…you don’t have to keep looking for a place…”

Your eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”

Reaching out and brushing a strand of hair off your damp forehead, he answered. “I mean, you could keep living with me. But if you do want to move out, then…then I could go with you, if you wanted.”

Your mouth popped into an ‘O’, understanding now. With everything that happened within the last day, you had completely forgotten about your apartment search. Hearing Jimin’s words made your chest warmer than it already was. Even though you had been looking diligently, there was a part of you that didn’t really want to leave his side. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to be around him as often as you were this last month and the thought of it being taken away made you uneasy.

“I…I don’t mind staying. But will the others be okay with it?”

Jimin grinned. “I’m sure they will be. You noticed how fast they warmed up to you? It’s like you’ve been living with us for years.”

You giggled, cheeks heating up. “If you say so.”

“I know so. You don’t have to make a decision now, love, just wanted to throw that option out there.”

You nodded, even though you already had your answer.

Jimin gave one of his sweet smiles and scooted closer to you, wanting to feel the rest of your body on his as you two drifted off into dreamland. You let yourself be pulled into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the light scent of his cologne and sweat filling your nostrils. As the two of you quietly cuddled, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder what you would decide about the apartment situation.

Either way, he knew that wherever you would go, he would be right behind you.

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hickeys | jjk | m | drabble

[ ! ] this is a “bad influence” drabble

— summary; Jungkook gets a bit jealous. Not that he’d ever admit it.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits, jealousy/possessiveness!!, kind of angry sex (it’s one-sided, jk is going through a Moment), unprotected sex, marking (hickeys, mentions of bruises), dirty talk, overstimulation, creampie, mentions of oral (f rec) and of cum eating, jk has a big dick, the oc being clueless but overall having a good time

— words; 2,2k

— author’s note; this was supposed to be shorter but, well, that’s the story of my life. A few people asked for a bit of jealous!jk so here I am to deliver it 😌 Inspired by this ask I got.

Jungkook hated the wintertime. He hated the fact that you no longer used skirts because of the cold weather, hated that you had to go away for a few weeks because of winter break and, above all, hated those stupid turtlenecks you wore.

Not because you didn’t look good in them — in fact, he had grown to appreciate them over the weeks, the way they made your breasts pop out and how your body felt so comfortable and warm against his — but because it became extremely easy for you to cover up the hickeys he gave you. Which completely missed the point of even having hickeys in the first place.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” You asked him, fingers pulling slightly on the messy strings of his dark hair. Jungkook was hovering above you in bed, his mouth glued to the skin of your neck, sucking on the flesh. He simply moaned in response, hoping that the roll of his hips against yours would make you shut up. Which obviously didn’t happen. “You better not be doing it.”

Jungkook pulled away from your skin with a pop!, watching the blossoming red that appeared close to your jaw. It would be hard to cover up that one. “And what if I am?” He smirked, placing a kiss against your lips. His cock was deep inside you, and it was incredibly difficult to argue with him when he was fucking you so well. Not that it would stop you from trying. “What are you going to do about it?”

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, the frown on your face only making him smile wider. “You’re such a jerk, I’m going to spend all the concealer I have left with this one,” you complained, and Jungkook hummed and leaned back towards your neck, resuming his devilish ministrations. Only one hickey wouldn’t be enough, Jungkook realized, he wanted you to go out to buy more makeup for that. “What’s the deal with you today?” You tried again.

Jungkook’s irritated groan vibrated throughout your skin, his hands tightening around your hips as a flame of anger sparked inside his chest. His deal was that you had cancelled on him at least three times last week to go out with some stupid guy named Jimin from your Wednesday afternoon class. He knew that he shouldn’t care about it — you two were obviously not exclusive, barely even a thing, and you didn’t seem to give a single fuck when he told you about one of the girls that he was going out with. And yet there he was: pissed off out of his mind because someone else might have interest in you, fucking you hard into the mattress because he wanted you to remember that no one could be as good as he was.

There was also a second layer of indignation when it came to that subject: Jungkook was frustrated with himself because he was balls deep inside your pussy and he couldn’t even focus on it without thinking about your stupid date. It was the fourth week of the semester, he hadn’t seen you for the entirety of winter break, and it was the first time that he was fucking you in your bed (since your roommate was out in some idiotic spiritual retreat). He could actually have you for as long as he wanted, as loud as he wanted, not a single worry about being interrupted. And how was he using that time? Being jealous of a guy he barely even knew, just because he took you out for coffee or whatever.

It really wasn’t his best moment.

“Jungkook, that’s so good,” you cried out, sucking him out of his thoughts. Jungkook grunted at the desperate tone of your voice, his name sounding so perfect coming from your mouth, and he just wanted to hear more of it. His cock was slipping in and out of you with ease, your wetness dripping down his length, and he forced himself to pay attention to you for the rest of the night. “I’m getting close.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook groaned and pressed his forehead against yours — he could tell that already from the way you were tightening so perfectly around him, hugging his cock like you were meant to take it. “You like when I fuck your pussy like this, baby?”

“Y-Yeah, I love it.” You closed your eyes, back arching off the bed as he continued to drill his fat cock in and out of you. No matter how many times he gave it to you, you couldn’t get used to the incredible pressure of his girth against your walls, filling you up so perfectly. “Feels so good…”

“Is this all for me baby?” Jungkook finished his sentence with a particularly hard slam of his hips against yours — you didn’t even need to ask him to fuck you rougher, he already knew that was what you wanted. His eyes were a deep dark storm, glued to your parted lips as you moaned out for him, your perfect little cunt pulsating around him. Jungkook could only think about how wonderful you felt, how he couldn’t find someone better even if he tried. “Is this pussy mine? Was it made for me?”

Jungkook was fucking you so well that you could not help but nod, a pathetic whimper tearing itself from your throat as your hands fumbled to hold onto the nape of his neck. Your nails scratched his skin, the sensation making him groan.

“Yeah, it’s yours.” You said it because you knew that it was all pretend, all his weird possessiveness that he only showed when he was hitting that deep inside you. Jungkook also knew that it was bullshit — but he allowed himself to dive into that fantasy as he felt himself throb inside you. “Fuck, Jungkook, I’m really close.”

But he didn’t relent. Jungkook shoved his head on the curve of your neck, grunting as he quickened his pace in and out of you. He could feel your thighs trembling, your pussy fluttering around him, and yet it didn’t feel like it was enough. “Say it again,” he roared, hands digging to the flesh of your hips. It would leave a mark, both of you were aware of that, and yet there was a shared sense of wonder when you saw the purple bruises that he would leave behind. “Say that it’s mine.”

“This pussy is yours, Jungkook,” you whined, head pressed hard against the soft pillows. At that point, you’d say and do anything he asked you to. “O-Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice hoarse and deep as sin. Jungkook was drilling into you like a madman, hoping that the ache between your legs would be enough to remind you of him, of what he could do to you. He wanted you to keep that in the back of your head next time you had to pick between him and some other dude who wouldn’t know how to treat you. “All mine, this is all mine. Made for me.”

He quickly got lost in his own praises, mind whitening out at the pleasure that monopolized his body. When you came around him, just as perfectly as you had many times before, Jungkook felt a wave of pride washing over him. It pierced its sharp teeth in his flesh, sucked him out of his worries — suddenly he didn’t give a shit about Jimin from your Wednesday class, because he knew that no amount of stupid coffee dates would ever equate to the way he had you. It was just a matter of time before you realized that as well.

He felt you shivering beneath him, the way you always did when your pleasure was starting to become a bit too much. Jungkook leaned back so he could see your face, that blushy mess that got him sinking deeper inside you, the thin veil of tears that swam over your unfocused eyes. He would bet real money that Jimin from Wednesday class wouldn’t get you like that in a million years. Not that he was jealous or anything. It was just a fact.

“J-Jungkook, that’s too much,” you whined.

And he knew that it was, but he also wanted you to feel it all, and wanted you to cum around him as many times as you could. After all, you finally had some alone time, so he was definitely going to make good use of it.

“Take it for me, baby,” he asked breathlessly, the rising pitch of his voice signaling that he was close too. Jungkook could feel his own orgasm growing closer, building up at the base of his spine and tugging at his balls, threatening to overflow. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You bit your lip, fighting against a sob as he continued his frantic movements. You wanted to be good for him, wanted to fight through that sensitivity for him. But sometimes it was hard to focus, and the space between the pain and the pleasure could be a bit too long sometimes. “A-Are you close?” You asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter,” he spat. Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on your own, watching as a coat of desperation painted your features. “What’s the matter, baby? You don’t wanna get eaten out after I’m done here?”

“God, Jungkook,” you said. If you weren’t so lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, you’d probably argue with him further, perhaps try and ask for the millionth time what had possessed him. But you seriously couldn’t be bothered with any more arguments and your brain wasn’t fully functional yet, so you settled for a quick and objective, “Are you trying to kill me?”

Jungkook chuckled, lowering himself so he could place a kiss against your lips. “I'm trying to make you feel good. Let me eat my cum out of you, baby,” he teased, feeling as your walls pulsated around him at the idea. The fact that he hadn’t cum yet was a miracle on its own, because he had been about to tip over for a while now. “Unless you want to keep it inside you.”

The interesting part was that Jungkook didn’t fully understand his second option until it had spilled from his lips. Now that it had been spoken out loud, manifested into the universe if you will, it made his cock throb with the mental imagery of you walking around stuffed with his cum, making other guys think they had a chance when you were already his. He’d seriously have to try that sometime.

Before he could stop himself, his hooded eyes centralized on the hickeys he had embellished your neck with, and his marking was enough to make him spill himself inside you, painting your walls with waves of his warm cum. Jungkook called out what sounded like a broken version of your name, throwing his head back and listening to the wonderful whimpers you were producing for him. Just for him.

At that point, both of you were considering buying your roommate something as a way to thank her for her wonderful idea of a spiritual retreat.

Jungkook breathed out hard and removed his cock from your pussy, watching as the white liquid dripped between your glistening folds, accumulating on the sheets. If you weren’t so exhausted, you’d probably have yelled at him for ruining your mattress.

“Have you made up your mind?” He asked, flickering his gaze up at you. You were such a pretty mess, and he lived for the fact that it was all because of him. “Wanna keep it in or want me to eat it out?”

Honestly, he realized there was no wrong choice and, yet, he wanted to know what you would pick.

You bit your lip and, after a moment of hesitation, you answered. “Eat it out,” you said.

Jungkook smirked, lowering his head between your legs. “Good girl.”

Jungkook saw you wearing a scarf the next day and he wanted to smack himself across the face for not considering that possibility. It hid all his efforts to mark you, didn’t make you nervous talking to other people. He could see from the faint coat of sweat on your face that you were feeling hot, but he also saw you smirking at him enough times to know that you were planning to endure that for as long as necessary. He was stupid to believe he’d actually get what he wanted for once: it had been too easy.

He really fucking hated the wintertime.

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