#jk i would totally throw hands.

[earthtooz]

*whispers* boxer!itoshi rin... au... *flees*

[daisyachain]

Restorative or Transformative?: Homoerotic Subtext, The Closet, and Ciphers in Pop Culture. The nature of commercial art is that it’s sometimes bad and inconsistent. Notably it’s also misogynistic. One way in which audiences try to reconcile massive plot holes or gaps in character motivation is by reading secrets or hidden information into a plot.

Commonly, male characters are interpreted as closeted gay or bisexual to reconcile the absence of women from commercial narratives with the generally stunted and poorly-written male characters that form the focus on said texts. This reading has become especially common among a non-heterosexual milieu. Rather than transforming the original text into some radically different new form, this closeted interpretation seeks to make the original text stand on its own as a story rather than a Swiss cheese of dumb writing decisions.

This interpretation only works for a specific type of pop, usually genre fiction. Any story in which tortured male leads eschew women in favour of male-male bonds (because female characters are constantly killed off, written sparsely, or written out, because the production team keeps casting their male buddies, because actors demand to keep having scenes with their bros, whatever) can become a sounder structure if you put one of them in a closet.

The gay interpretation is the natural consequence of shoddy misogynistic writing from ventures like Supernatural, Naruto, all the biggest hits. It’s also the natural consequence of more benignly misogynistic writing like The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes or The Lord of the Rings, where women aren’t necessarily rejected but are simply absent from the worlds of the protagonists. When the emotional crux of the story falls on male-male interactions, this reads as romantic because society at large priorities (definitively heterosexual) romance as the pinnacle of human connection. Two forces are in conflict, the primacy of heterosexuality (read as: romance) and the primacy of men.

Anyway. All that is to say that the typical gay or bisexual reading of male characters in pop fiction comes from a very real place. But, in some places, that’s the default interpretation. Angst, insecurity, secrets, double lives, fatigue, disappointment, restrained passion, stunted personal growth, anyone living in the closet can tell you that it impacts and defines your whole life to know that you live in a way fundamentally incompatible with The Proper Way that life is structured around down to tax law and superstore prices (which assume a heterosexual nuclear family unit). Characters in fiction also tend to have personal problems because that makes them interesting and tasty.

If you’ve grown up on stories with the specific type of misogyny that can be papered over with a closeted interpretation of the male leads, carrying this interpretation over to any male character will make sense more often than not. Even a bit of angst or insecurity? Well of course that makes sense if a character is closeted.

Except that’s hurt a normal part of fiction, and sometimes the closeted interpretation takes away from the point of a character. If a male character is on another axis of marginalization, the closeted interpretation imposed by the slash reading community downplays or trivializes the effects of that marginalization in the plot by overwriting it with another type of marginalization. Alternately, sometimes a character’s heterosexuality is a part of the story. There are some sorts of critiques or investigations of misogyny or masculinity that don’t work if the character has an ‘opt out’ of the cisheteropatriarchal perspective. Not that gay/bisexual men aren’t except from misogyny, but misogyny masculinity and heterosexuality are so tightly linked that it sort of defeats the point if you interpret that character outside of heterosexuality.

All that is to say—the closet interpretation is a quick and easy spice to apply to the weaker parts of action-adventure genre fiction to make it taste better. It draws from a large enough sample of art that it’s pretty widely applicable. Because of that, it’s part of some people’s [my] default interpretation package just because the semi-dull macho show at least gets less dull if you imagine there’s a reason for there to be no girls besides simple hatred. That then forms its own problem where the interpretation that works with your average genre work gets then blanket-applied to all genre works and obscures the places where the closet interpretation doesn’t fix the work, and actually makes it less interesting.

[peachypinkygloss]

cherry — jjk

Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

⚡︎ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

⚡︎ genre: friends with benefits to lovers, college au, smut

⚡︎ word count: 2.9k

⚡︎ warnings: pussy drunk jk because there's no way he wouldn't be, jk's a simp, they're kinda corny but whatever i like that about them, public sex, unprotected sex, oral (f & m), cunnilingus, handjob, overstimulation, cum eating.

a.n.: jk in a tank + hooded jacket has me acting up bruh, quick put me in jail ‼️ literally wrote this in one night send help. as always, don't thank me 💋 please, tell me if you liked it or not 🫶

"Stop..." You whine, gripping his hair in your fists. "Jungkookie!" You insist even more as you try to push his head away from the area between your legs, but Jungkook doesn't budge an inch. You squirm around and cry pathetically, but it doesn't alert him at all.

He keeps licking and slurping until no arousal is left, but more always comes out of your hole, so he continues and continues... Oh, you wonder how this man can be so hungry even after eating the whole plate he ordered. You told him to not follow you into the bathroom, but Jungkook never listens, does he?

You pull on his black locks and the only answer you receive is a disapproval grunt from him. You sob, so overwhelmed and tired, but you can't deny how good his tongue feels on your naked core.

He already got two orgasms out of you, one with his fingers patting gently your sweet spot and the other by sucking avidly on your clit. You don't remember which one came first and maybe they both happened at the same time. You don't really know.

You're so overstimulated, but his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud have you over the edge again. It hurts badly good. Does it even make sense? Whatever, it makes sense to you.

You two hooking up in a bathroom while your friends are waiting outside is bad, while having Jungkook's head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man is good. A little too good.

You place a hand behind you on the counter, the other holding tightly his hair in your fist, not caring if you pull too harshly. If his scalp stings, it's in no comparison to the heavy pulsations in your clit.

"Jungkook, fuck," you curse, throwing your back against the wall, just beside the mirror. "God, this is too much!" You yelp and close your legs, pushing his head away from your drenched pussy.

He doesn't fight back and he peeks out from between your thighs, looking up at you. Your heart skips a beat when you see his face and how messy he looks because of you.

His lips and chin are glistening in your juices, tongue darting out to lick them clean. Some of his curls are broken, hair tousled around, and you really can tell you were pulling on them seconds ago. Just the thought that his face was buried between your legs, insanely making out with your cunt, makes your stomach clench.

How can he be so passionate about something that isn't even his? He's really trying hard to make you fall in love with him and you have to admit he's doing good so far. If dating Jungkook means receiving head everyday you might stop rejecting him and consider letting him have a chance.

But you don't feel like it right now, even though he's treating you like a real princess. Being chased is really fun, you're about to become addicted to that treatment.

"Just a little bit more, okay, baby? Just another one, let me do that, please," he begs, but in the end he always does whatever he wants to you. You rarely say no to him and his filthy mouth, and even if you would say no, you doubt he would listen.

"My clit will fall out," you sigh, so weak against his pleas. Nonetheless, you slowly pull your legs apart, revealing your core to him again, totally at the mercy of his insatiable hunger.

He looks at your crotch, pouting slightly, showing a bit of compassion. But him having pity for you doesn't mean he'll stop, oh no, not at all.

"Don't say that," he scolds, staring at your swollen clit. "It'll feel really good, I promise, baby," he coos and you can only believe him. He softly blows on your sensitive bud, making you flinch, and a smug smirk appears on his face.

"Okay..." You capitulate, gasping when his mouth finds its spot on your pussy a second time.

On the other hand, there are your nipples, hard and puffy, wanting Jungkook's attention badly. You wish he would focus on something else than your cunt, but he's stubborn and when he wants something, he has it.

You play with your nipples through the material of your dress since you decided to not wear a bra today. You pinch and pull on them, moaning sweetly as the knot at the pit of your stomach tightens with Jungkook's ministrations.

His strong and veiny hands hold up your thighs while he enters and exits your pussy with his sturdy tongue, his big nose brushing against your clit so deliciously.

You can't believe he uses his nose voluntarily, actually knowing it's doing something, unlike most men who literally have no idea what they are doing with their hands and mouth. Jungkook is so passionate about cunnilingus, you're lucky to have him, honestly.

"Close," you warn him hurriedly, scrunching your eyes shut as you feel your high approaching really soon. It's going to be intense, you sense it. It burns in your belly, it twists and it tightens, making you go crazy over Jungkook's mouth. "Fuck, Kookie, please!"

You rub your pussy in his face and he groans deeply, appreciating your enthusiasm for his incredible skills. He hears you and fastens the pace of his tongue, moving his head from side to side, his nose pressing against your clit.

Your orgasm shoots through you and you moan out your pleasure, cumming hard on Jungkook's tongue. He hums contently as your thighs shake beside his head, his hand palming your soft flesh, leaving beautiful marks behind.

You come down from your high, letting out a long sigh, totally pleased with what just happened. He licks you clean, collecting your arousal on his tongue and drinking it as if it was pure water.

He stands up when he's finished, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You look absolutely dead, which is understandable after Jungkook just forced three orgasms out of your poor body.

He looks satisfied, and you wonder if he's still hungry. He probably is, which would be insane, but what's not crazy with this man.

He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, tasting yourself on his tongue, fighting for dominance as you let him have it. After all, you're too tired to fight for anything.

Though you're exhausted, the bulge in his pants catches your attention. He presses it against you and you feel it really clearly, erected and hard just for you.

You break the kiss, trying to catch your breath as you slide off the countertop. "What do we do about that?" You purr, sneaking a hand between your two bodies and reaching his hard cock trapped in his jeans.

He hisses, grabbing your wrist as if to remove your hand, but he keeps it there, even though he's really sensitive. "We leave it as it is," he says seriously and you frown, a pout forming on your lips.

"Oh, don't be a gentleman, Kook," you reply quickly, determined to return the favour. "Let me suck your dick, please. I'll be such a good girl," you insist and he can't refuse you.

"I'm all yours, then," he grins, letting go of your wrist.

You push him against the nearest wall and you drop on your knees instantly. Your bones hitting the floor tile isn't gentle, but you'll suffer through any pain if it means sucking this pretty man's dick. Right, maybe you're a little whipped for Jungkook, but that doesn't mean anything. Or does it...?

You stroke him over his pants, feeling his length and his girth under all those pieces of clothes. You extend your arm to reach the zipper of his hooded jacket, tugging it down open. You look up at him while doing so, noticing his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He's focused on your movements, watching your hands on him as if it's a movie, wanting to remember each second of it.

You go under his white tank top, running your delicate fingers over his abs, loving the feeling of his muscles under your palm. They tense a little bit at your contact and you can't help but smile, enjoying how much Jungkook isn't indifferent to your touch at all.

"Stop playing," he breathes out, wanting you to get your hands on what's really aching right now.

"I'm sorry," you apologize in a low tone, even though you don't really feel bad for him. He gave you three orgasms one after the other without listening to your complaints, didn't he?

You finally free his cock out, this one springing out excitedly, standing tall against his stomach. Jungkook releases a breath of relief, burying his tattooed fingers in your hair by reflex. You don't mind the pulling, you love it, in fact. It tells you he's enjoying himself and it reminds you he still has control over your actions.

"You know what happens to bad girls, sweetheart," he says and it sounds like a warning. A quite exciting warning, you won't lie. "Make me proud and act good," Jungkook orders from above, your eyes up on him as you nod your head in response.

Your gaze shifts down to his hard cock, slightly curved with a vein along it. You lick your lips, now understanding the hunger Jungkook felt when he had your pussy in his face. The eagerness to please him is real.

You wrap your fingers around him, liking how stiff he feels under your palm, and put his leaking tip into the warmth of your mouth. "Ah, fuck," he curses under his breath, his head rolling back and hitting the wall behind. He closes his eyes, feeling every inch of his length that enters your mouth. "So fucking good."

As he praises you like you're nothing less than a goddess, you swallow his dick, exactly the way he likes it, the way he showed you. You breathe through your nose, Jungkook being specially big for your mouth, but you surely won't give up so soon.

You said you'll pay him back and you stick to your words. Especially after those fantastic orgasms he gave you tonight.

You palm gently his balls — which he's really sensitive to — while you start bobbing your head over him. Your eyes are quick to water and you blink to pry the tears away, unbothered if your makeup gets smudged. You hear deep moans and groans from Jungkook, telling how good you're being.

You keep your tongue flat underneath him and hollow your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your head over his cock as he watches it disappear and reappear between your lips.

He's entirely coated in your spit, length glistening under the bathroom's lights as you bounce your head over him. The situation feels really filthy and the fact that you're in a restaurant, your friends probably wondering what's taking you both so long, is making everything more arousing.

Jungkook didn't even hesitate when he discreetly followed you to the toilet, locking the door before sneaking his large hands under the skirt of your dress. You've let him touch you, let him sit you down on the sink counter, let him slide your panties off. And you don't regret it.

You're even grateful he followed you because now you have to listen to his beautiful moans like it's a melody and suck his dick like it's a cherry lollipop — your favourite.

"Let me... Let me," he rasps out, swallowing to ease his dried throat. You glance up at him when you hear him begin to talk, wondering what he has to say. "Ask you out on a date," he finishes and the lopsided smile on his face has your stomach fluttering.

You pull him out with a 'pop', stroking his wet cock as you collect your thoughts. Is he really asking you out right now? As you're sucking the soul out of him?

"Aren't we already on a date?" You wonder, knowing it's not the answer he wants. You're just not totally ready to give a response to that, not even think about it. You prefer to avoid, prefer to tease.

He frowns cutely, passing his fingers through your tangled hair. He wets his pink lips and looks at you as he reflects, shaking his head. "This isn't a date," he replies. "I want to be with you, only you, baby."

He's referring to your night out with your friends, explaining a real date will be you as his only company. He sounds sure of himself, completely convinced that what he wants and needs is a date with you.

Somewhere you'd choose because he believes the place doesn't matter as long as you're happy with it. Somewhere he can learn more about you, more about your personality and the people you love. He wants to get to know you, know how much sugar you put in your coffee and know if you take your shower in the morning or at night.

He wants to know the simple and the difficult things.

Everything. He wants you to tell him everything about you because he's absolutely in love. Stupidly, drunkly in love with you.

"I want to know you," he confesses and you swear your heart just did a jump in your chest.

"You know me more than anybody else, Jungkook," you flirt, smiling as you stroke him gently, elongating the pleasure. "In every way and angle possible."

It makes him chuckle, his eyes blown out in lust. He shows his cute bunny teeth, a smile you realize you don't want to lose — yes, even when giving him a handjob.

"Let me have my chance, you won't regret it," Jungkook promises, his thumb passing over your cheek, leaving your poor heart incredulous, but still wanting to believe every single word that escapes his mouth.

You don't respond right away, a bit lost in your own thoughts. You've only said good things about Jungkook since you started hooking up and all of your girlfriends are team Jungkook since the beginning. You've even lost the count of his green flags.

Maybe you should let yourself be more vulnerable and be open with him about your feelings. You realize that all this time the one you weren't trusting with your emotions was you, not him.

"I'll fuck you right every day, you'll just have to ask," he adds on and you roll your eyes playfully, smiling at his silly words. "Even on the week-ends. Especially Sunday," he smirks, saying everything to convince you, even what seems stupid because at this point, he knows you've already fell for him.

You swallow him in a swift motion, lubricating his cock more as there was a bit less saliva left on him. You pull out and start pumping him again.

"Why Sundays?" At your question he grins even more, as if he knows his answer will please you.

"Because it's the day of the week you hate the most," he explains, biting down on his bottom lip as the knot in his stomach begins to tighten. "Gonna make it the one you love the most."

You can't help but grin back, connecting your gaze with him. You break eye-contact to tilt your head down and take him back into your mouth. He takes a hold of your hair again and his grip is rough, making your scalp burn.

You whine around him, sucking him like there's no tomorrow. He quickly comes close to his high, saying a bunch of profanity under his breath. He directs the movements of your head, making you take all of him at once, then sliding back up to just have the tip in your mouth.

"Shit, baby," he slurs out, wet curly bangs covering his forehead. His big brown eyes don't leave you, watching you like you're a living piece of art. "Gonna cum, don't stop," he announces and you doubt you'll stop with his hand behind your head, controlling each one of your moves.

You hum around him and place your hands on his strong thighs, sensing his muscles tensing up as he comes undone in you. He steadies your head over him, nose pressed down on his shaved pelvis.

He softly moans, pink lips parting to let the sounds out. He fills your mouth up with his cum, cock twitching as he spills everything he can in you.

He carefully slips out of your mouth and you don't wait to swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to prove him. He smiles, patting your head gently. "What a good girl," he compliments, satisfied with your instant obedience.

You stand up on sore legs as Jungkook stuff himself back in his pants, pulling the zipper of his jeans up. He replaces his tank top over his stomach, covering the band of his Calvin Klein boxers that peaks out.

He brings you closer to him by the waist and you giggle, playing with his silver chain he wears around his neck. "What do you say?"

You sigh, pretending like he annoys you, but your smile totally betrays you. "One date," you accept and he's about to kiss you, but you stop him before he can. "But I chose where we go... and you can't follow me to the bathroom anymore!"

Jungkook chuckles, cupping your jaw and giving you a kiss on the lips. "Deal." As you're about to go back to your table, he hands you something and your eyes widen when you see your panties. "Don't forget that, I'm the only one allowed to see what's under that pretty dress."

You take back your underwear, stepping into the holes then sliding them up your legs. "Shut up," you quickly say before exiting the bathroom, Jungkook behind you.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

[itoshiexx]

thin line

synopsis: four times itoshi rin said he hated you, and the one time he finally said the truth.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 5k (insane) | warnings: enemies to (implied) lovers, cursing (rin being rin), rin is a total tsundere and emotionally constipated, banter, teasing, one (1) sexual implication towards the end, i use the word hate a lot, kinda proofread

notes: oh my GOD. you have no idea how hard it was for me to write (and finish!) this. writer's block has been kicking my ass really hard and honestly i don't even know if i like this but i swear to god if this flops i'll kms. (jk. maybe. or not.)

masterlist sae's 4+1

i.

itoshi rin was a hater. 

he didn’t consider himself one, naturally. rin thought he was a pretty chill guy, but apparently, everyone who had some sort of interaction with the younger itoshi felt the same kind of vibe coming from him. at least, it was what his stupid teammates said after claiming rin was always hating on something — whether it was the line in the coffee shop being too long, every pass given to him by isagi or the librarian with “a stupid fish-face”.

on his defense, no one liked long lines, isagi had two left feet when it came to passing and the librarian was a fucking weirdo. even if he was a hater, he had a plausible reason for everything he hated. 

“itoshi.”

that included you, of course.

rin was pretty convinced it was impossible not to hate you. every time he entered your shared biology class, a mere look at you was enough for his irk to grow even more. everything about you was just obnoxious.

you were loud. and, although unpleasant, that wouldn’t be much of a problem if you just weren’t unable to shut the fuck up and stop rambling excitedly at every friend you met. and you had many. you were some kind of weird social butterfly with infinite energy for social interactions — in a way, you reminded him of bachira. 

but bachira was not always jumping at every chance to refute him with a know-it-all smirk. bachira wasn’t perpetually ready to throw witty remarks at his rudeness. and bachira definitely didn’t have a pretty gleam on his eyes every time he headbutted with rin.

in short, you were everything itoshi rin hated. and the worst part was that you knew. you knew how much your very existence annoyed him, and it seemed like you took as your life mission to make the next two years of his life a living hell. 

“itoshi.” your voice reached his ears again. well, maybe if he just ignored you, you would… “itoshi!”

“what the fuck do you want?” he snapped, diverting his attention from the match playing on his phone to look at you. “i told you not to call me that.”

another thing he hated — to be called by his last name. it reminded him way too much of sae, and that was something rin didn’t want to do. but it wasn’t like he was going to tell you that, so he’d rather let you think he just didn’t want you to address him at all. which wasn’t a lie, either. 

you gave him a puzzled look, tilting your head like an innocent puppy. a fake naivety, of course. “we’re not close enough for me to call you by your first name, though.”

“thank fuck.” 

your eyes rolled at that. “language, itoshi.” he glared at you again, and you fixed your posture, putting your hands on the back pockets of your jeans. the malicious smile you gave sent chills down his spine. 

“well, i just came to deliver you the news since you missed last period. there’s a project worth 75% of our grade to be delivered in two months, and guess what? we’re together!”

oh, hell no.

“you tell terrible jokes.”

“i’m serious, though. if you don’t believe me, just ask your friends,” you said, so absentmindedly that rin felt his blood pressure rising. he opened his mouth to retort, but you beat him to it. “and before you try, the teacher already said no one can work alone and that the pairs cannot be exchanged.”

his left eye twitched, and he was pretty sure all his muscles were tight and ready to combust. life just couldn’t give him a break, could it? it was like he was being punished — forced to work with you, of all people. what a fucking nightmare. 

how the hell was he supposed to endure two months of constant interactions with your annoying sassiness and the pretty curve of your lips when you smirked? it might just drive him crazy. 

“so, when can we start, partner?”

rin rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck on the back of his skull. 

“i hate you.”

ii.

the soccer field was probably the only place rin felt at peace. the smell of grass and sweat was as familiar as his home, much like the round shape of the ball on his feet and the path to the goal. despite his rowdy teammates and their dumb antics, there wasn’t much that was able to distract him and break this peacefulness.

“itoshi!”

there was still something, though. or someone, for that matter.

the shock of seeing you in his “happy place” was so big rin nearly tripped on the ball, successfully letting bachira steal it from him. the snickers from reo and isagi made his skin boil with anger, but his harsh glare was directed at you — the fucking source of all his problems. 

and no, he was not being dramatic. 

“what are you doing here.” 

it wasn’t really a question, more like a veiled threat; but you seemed oblivious to it, or simply didn’t care about his reaction. something in him even thought you liked getting on his nerves. he was sure of it when you smirked.

“the project, dummy. we need to start today if we want to get it done in time. it’s pretty long, hence why we have two months.”

“i can’t today,” was all he said. 

“why?”

“because,” rin spat with venom on his tongue, “i have an important game next week.”

you stared at him in silence. rin would have thought about how the sun shining on your back framed you with a perfect halo and gave you a nearly angelic look if he wasn’t so busy controlling the heat on his face from your scrutiny. he hated when you did that. he hated you. 

“we have to start today, itoshi. i’ll wait until you finish practicing so we can go to the library.”

he hated your stubbornness. he hated your voice, too — how it sounded like a siren’s melody, ready to trap him and bring him to the bottom of the ocean.

“fine. suit yourself.”

the young itoshi turned around and went back to the field, ignoring aryu’s pestering and shidou asking about who you were and if he could have your number. rin pondered if a yellow card was worth shutting up the insect, but eventually decided against it; he didn’t want ego to bench him, especially when they were so close to the tournament next week. 

the rest of the game went pretty smoothly, although rin and his teammates could tell he had half of his focus on the sidelines, where you sat prettily at the stands with your laptop. a perpetual scowl was on his face throughout the rest of the match. you were so damn distracting it was annoying. 

once the match was over, some of the boys went home, while others continued practicing, rin being one of them. he was expecting you to grow tired and give up, especially considering it was getting darker and colder, but you didn’t waver. your face was still present on the stands, haunting him even if he closed his eyes. you even had the audacity to smile when your gazes crossed.

he hated your smile. he did. 

hours passed until every one of his teammates had gone home, and rin was the only one left in the field. deciding it was finally enough (and not admitting he was starting to worry for you), he stopped his moves, finishing up with a few stretches so that his muscles weren’t too sore. he stored the footballs on the cart and put away the cones, something that was already routine at that point since he was usually the last one to leave.

finally, rin walked towards you. 

“i’m done,” he said as he approached you on the sideline of the field. his gym bag was right at your side, and he ignored the electricity that sparked his skin when it grazed yours. 

your eyes averted from your laptop to look at him. “oh, hi! thought you’d take a little longer,” you retorted. “anyways, i’m done too.”

he stopped his movement. “what?”

“yeah, i finished the first topic. only fourteen more to go.” the giggle that flew out of your mouth reverberated through his body. rin watched as you stood up and stretched, looking away when your shirt rode up and a sliver of your stomach could be seen. you then proceeded to put your laptop away, and his brows furrowed. 

“i don’t get it. i thought you said… you said it was too much stuff to do by yourself.” you nodded, not even looking at him. rin kind of wished you did. “and yet you did everything?”

“well, yes.”

his scowl only worsened. “what the fuck? why?”

you slung your bag through your shoulder, looking at him with those damn doe-eyes that always sparkled so much. it was annoying. why did they remind him of the stars? and why did rin wanted to watch the night sky on your face?

“you said you have an important game next week, so i figured it wouldn’t kill to do the first topic by myself,” you answered. “don’t get used to it, though! you’re gonna have to help on the next ones, partner.”

the young itoshi ignored the stupid nickname, his brain still trying to catch up to everything. something just wasn’t clicking…

“so why the hell did you wait for me to finish practice?”

you didn’t even falter.

“thought you could use the company.” you shrugged. and although your voice was nonchalant, you were smiling. and not your typical mischievous smirk — it was a sweet, sweet smile, dripped in honey and all things good in the world. 

rin’s heart leaped on his chest. he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed, but he blamed it on the cold. 

coming to think of it, it was really cold. and you sat there for hours… if he looked closely, he could see your frame shivering from the lack of proper clothing. 

a little tsk came out of his mouth, and rin impulsively took off his jacket, throwing it on your face — ignoring the “hey!” you sent his way.

“what’s that for, itoshi?!”

“so that you don’t freeze to death, dumbass.”

rin had to admit your gaping expression was kind of cute. not that he would commit to memory or something… that would be lukewarm, and he was anything but lukewarm. especially when it came to you. 

“don’t get any ideas, though,” he said before you could retort, turning around to follow the path to his dorm room, “i still hate you.”

iii.

things were calmer after the game passed. rin often found himself at the university library with you after his practice, leaving around nine or ten, and walking you to your dorm building simply because he didn’t want to be bothered in case something happened to you. not like he was worried for your safety or anything.

you still got on his nerves, but the project was going surprisingly well. rin learned you were very dedicated and meticulous, meaning you put in a lot of effort to focus and make everything as perfect as it could be. he wished he could say his focus was also as sharp as ever, but the scent of your coconut shampoo always lingered on the study booths and made his mind fuzzy. 

it was tuesday night and you were both on your laptops doing research and writing on your paper, falling into the same little routine you established the past weeks. the library was nearly empty as usual — though you always sat at the furthest cabin because rin didn’t like to see, hear or speak to people — and the only sound in the ambience was the pitter patter of the rain. 

everything seemed to be going fine, but things changed when the rain got heavier and became a strong thunderstorm that made the lights go out.

“fuck,” rin cursed under his breath, looking around to hear other people mumbling complaints and the librarian saying she would turn on the power generator, asking for calm and patience. he squeezed the bridge of his nose, annoyed, and turned to you. “hey, do you think—”

then he stopped. 

the only source of light was the screen of your laptops and the occasional lightning striking on the dark sky, but rin could see you on the other side of the table as clear as day. and he felt his heart squeeze impossibly hard with the sight. 

you were shaking like a leaf, hands squeezed tight and nails prickling your skin, and your eyes were widened and so, so scared. he had never seen you wear such an expression, always familiar with your confidant, cheery self, and he decided he didn’t like one bit. 

“hey,” he whispered, trying to grasp your attention. however, your eyes were focused outside. “hey, look at me.”

slowly, your orbs met his, and rin felt his breath hitch. there were tears on your lash line threatening to fall, and panic began to rise on his throat; but he forced himself to stay calm for your sake. 

“what’s wrong?”

your lips trembled, but nothing came out. he hated your voice, but found himself missing it. so he tried again.

“are you… afraid of the dark?”

his question was answered when the sound of another thunder reverberated again, making you visibly flinch. his gaze softened when a small hiccup left your lips. 

“oh. it’s the thunder.”

you nodded, still unable to talk. rin could see you were forcing yourself to keep your sobs contained, as if the mere thought of crying in front of him was as dangerous as standing at gunpoint. like his words — venomous, harsh, cold words — could hurt you just as much as a bullet. 

his stomach churned with that thought. he hated it. 

so, as carefully as he could so as not to startle you, rin stood up from his seat and walked around the table until he reached the chair at your side, sitting on it. he felt you body tense with the proximity, more so when he slightly turned to stare at you, and felt the need to say something.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, so impossibly soft you could hardly believe it was itoshi rin saying those words to you. 

it was even more unbelievable when he enveloped your body in a hug, bringing your head to his chest as if to shelter you from the thunder. 

rin really hoped you couldn't hear the unrestrained beating of his heart. everything about that moment made him nearly combust; from the ever present smell of your shampoo when he rested his nose in your hair, the evident relaxation of your frame when he hugged you or the small arms that held his waist as if he was the only lifeline in the ocean. 

you let your sobs and sniffles run free, burying yourself deeper in his embrace, and all rin could do was pat your hair and whisper soft reassurances on your ear. 

it’s okay. you are safe. i won’t let it hurt you. 

he didn’t know how long you both stayed in that position, but as he enjoyed the warmth of your body next to his, your sobs eventually died out along with the roaring sound of thunder. the rain became thinner and the lights finally came back, although neither of you made a move to separate. 

the silence lingered for a moment before you broke it, “thank you.”

the male only hummed, trying to hide his disappointment when you slowly backed away. though his hand didn’t leave you, going from your hair to rest on your hip in some type of reassurance squeeze. 

“i-i’m sorry, it’s just…”

“you don’t have to explain,” he interrupted. then, hesitantly added, “only if you want to.”

“it’s not something big or anything… this fear has just kind of been there. i think something happened to me when i was a kid and it was thundering, so every time it happens i just… freeze.” you shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

he frowned. “it’s not stupid if it makes you this terrified. it’s okay, we all have fears.”

you were yet to look him in the eye, seemingly embarrassed about your triggered phobia. “i cried on your shirt.”

“yeah.”

“it has tears stains.”

“yeah.”

you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

he squeezed your hip again. “don’t apologize.”

you finally raised your head to look at him, and rin could very much consider himself a lost man at that moment. your eyes were glistening from the remnant of tears, but that pretty gleam was still there, barging its way through any sadness and any fear to present itself with the shy smile you sent him.

even if it was still dark, he would be able to see it, because you shined. brightly, scorchingly and so, so mesmerizing, like some sort of classic painting worth millions of dollars. if rin had the choice, he wouldn’t want to look away. 

“i think it’s enough for today,” you said, “do you mind if we continue tomorrow?”

“i don’t mind,” rin answered, although he secretly wished to bask in your warmth for a little longer. “i’ll take you to your dorm building. i brought an umbrella.”

because he knew you were a klutz and would most likely forget. not that he paid attention to you or something. 

you smiled again, and rin had to use all of his might to let go of you and go back to his chair to pick up his stuff. silently, you both put away your things and left the study booth towards the exit, where the younger itoshi opened his umbrella and started to walk towards your destination. he felt his skin burning when you tangled your arm with his so that you were squeezed together under the shelter for the rain.

around ten minutes later, you finally arrived at your dorm building. and then, as the little minx you were, you stood on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek before running inside along with your goodbyes. 

“thank you, rin!”

he stood there like a statue for what felt like an eternity, feeling his face impossibly hot. rin touched his cheek in mild disbelief, feeling butterflies erupting on his stomach without permission. 

it was only then he realized you called him by his actual name, and a smile inevitably took over his features. 

fuck.

itoshi rin hated you. but that day, he discovered that he hated seeing you cry even more.

iv.

he didn’t really know what the fuck he was doing there. rin was not the kind of guy who went to parties, much less fraternity ones; but somehow he ended up in one on a saturday night after a lot of convincing from his teammates. he claimed he only accepted so that isagi would shut up and stop pestering him, but the said boy insisted to say he only agreed after learning you would be there. 

which was absurd, of course. a completely crazy, delusional and absurd thought. why would he want your obnoxious self to go and ruin the party? rin hated you. 

right?

the music was loud and the people were even louder. there were dozens of bodies on the makeshift dance floor swaying to the beat, along with some people playing beer pong and small groups scattered around talking as best as they could. rin was part of the last type, although he was tuning out everything that bachira blabbed on his ear like a madman. his focus was solely on the entrance.

and then, you came in. 

it was like a stupid romance movie — the way everything seemed to be in slow motion. from the way you walked, to the slight movement of your hair, to the blink of your curved eyelashes. and god, how much he hated that. 

he hated the way your mere presence prickled his skin. how your voice soothed his lousy thoughts, how your smile lit up the room. he hated this urge inside of him to look for you every time he knew you'd be in the same vicinity, like you were some source of life that he couldn’t live without. 

“are you okay, rin-chan?” bachira’s voice took him out of his thoughts. he blinked a few times.

“yeah, i’m fine.”

now, rin wasn’t a drinker; the red cup on his hand was merely for show. but he gulped some beer at that moment, as if trying to wake up from a hazy dream or get out of a trance. it made sense — he did think you were a siren of some sort. 

there was no other reason for the spell you put on him. 

the party went on, and he spent a few hours avoiding you like the plague and pretending he wasn’t stealing glances at every chance he got. truth is, he was always paying attention when you were swaying your hips on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow, glaring at every guy who thought about getting close while holding back his own desire to do the same.

it was only when you left to the backyard that his teammates finally decided to say something.

“you should talk to them” reo advised, eyebrows dancing in a weird, wiggly way. rin grimaced.

“what? why?”

the boys rolled their eyes and groaned, tired of the younger itoshi’s behavior. 

“rin, man. you are clearly interested in them. and i’m pretty sure they’re interested in you, too,” isagi said slowly, as if rin was a child. “otherwise, they wouldn’t make the effort to pester you.”

rin could feel his face flushing. “i’m not—”

“don’t even try to deny it. it’s kind of obvious, really,” chigiri butted in, an exasperated countenance on his face. “just go, rin.”

he let out a tsk, chugging the rest of his drink and throwing the cup on the trash. “i’m going out just because i don’t want to keep listening to you idiots.” 

“yeah, right,” nagi snickered, and the others followed, watching rin turn his back and move towards the backyard, where he would inevitably find you. 

the chilly air hit his skin the moment he stepped out, and rin kind of thanked the relief it gave to his hot cheeks. quickly looking around, it was easy to spot your lonely frame leaning on the wall, staring at the stars as if they weren’t in your eyes. he walked to you like his feet had their own will, and once he got close enough, leaned the side of his body on the wall, facing you.

“you’re cold.”

not even a hello, how are you to start. great conversationalist, itoshi rin.

you turned your head to look at him, smiling when recognition took over your features. “hey, itoshi! didn’t think i’d meet you here!”

the giggle that went past your lips was the only reason he didn’t scowl when you didn’t call him rin.

“parties are not really my thing, but my friends convinced me to come.” you nodded, understanding. he blinked a couple of times, and said again, “you’re cold.”

you slightly flushed. “it’s just a bit chilly, but it’s not a big deal…”

but rin was already shrugging off his jacket, moving to be right in front of you as if to shield you from the wind. he handed the piece of clothing to you. “here.”

“oh… thank you,” you answered, bashful, taking the jacket and putting it on. 

last time he lent you one, he didn’t stay to see how you looked like. but at that moment, rin was sure there was nothing prettier than the sight of you in his clothes. he swallowed a nervous lump from his throat.

“so… why are you out here by yourself?”

“needed some air. i danced a lot and it was kind of stuffy in there.” you shrugged. then, fiddling with your fingers, you look straight into his eyes. “and maybe… maybe i was hoping someone would follow.”

someone. you had your eyes on someone. 

rin didn’t know what was worse: the stinging pain on his heart or the bitter taste left on his tongue. what he did know was that both felt like poison, one that would spread through his veins and consume him whole. and that he shouldn’t feel like this. because he hated you, after all. 

he must have made a terrible grimace, because you threw your hands in the air in exasperation. 

“for fucks sake.”

and then your lips were on his. 

it was just a fleeting moment — something way too quick and definitely not enough to sate the dormant hunger inside of him. in the blink of an eye, you were already back in your place, staring at him with doe-eyes and a hundred doubts written in them. 

rin freezed for a whole full minute with his mouth agape, until finally lunging forward to kiss you again. his right arm wrapped possessively around your waist to glue your bodies together, while his left hand found a place in your jaw, cradling your face as if you were some precious jewel. his lips were hungry on yours, and you gasped with the intensity, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue inside your mouth. 

kissing you was exhilarating, like scoring the perfect goal or winning a championship. adrenaline ran high on his veins and his head was a little airy. and rin swore he never felt so alive. 

when you finally parted, you were both panting, chest heaving with every breath. rin rested his forehead against yours, directing both of his hands to your middle as if to look for grounding. 

“you still hate me, itoshi?” you asked in a whisper, mouth inches away from his but still not close enough. that dangerous gleam was still settled in your eyes, and he could swear you were the perfect definition of sinful every time you batted your eyelashes at him.

“call me rin.”

“okay,” you giggled lightly. “you still hate me, rin?”

he could feel his blood pulsing on his ears. “yeah,” he answered, way too breathless for an athlete of his caliber. 

and then, holding your waist tighter, “kiss me again.”

v.

“we should get coffee.”

rin’s words cut the silence as you were exiting the library yet again. you looked up to see his face staring straight ahead, expression unreadable as always, but the light redness on the tip of his ears told you all you needed to know. 

you decided to be a tease, as always. “hm… i don’t know, should we? you sure you want to spend even more time with someone you hate?”

he scowled like usual, but this time, there was a small pout on his lips. you thought he looked the cutest when he was like that, all shy and trying to maintain his stoic act. 

he grumbled something under his breath. 

“what was that?”

“i said,” he sneered, “i don’t hate you, stupid.”

you arched your brow. “you don’t?”

“do you think i would have kissed you if i did?” the smirk you give him is both charming and infuriating. rin would have said he hated it, but he was done pretending. 

“i don’t know, itoshi. you are kind of emotionally constipated.”

“shut up,” rin quipped. then, he snaked your waist with his right arm as you walked side by side, pulling you closer. “and didn’t i tell you to call me rin?”

there was just mischief in your eyes when you answered, “yeah, but i like to get on your nerves.”

the male scoffed, still in disbelief with your antics. 

“you’re a damn brat. i think you just want me to teach you my name tonight.”

rin could practically feel the heat on your face, and he smirked when he saw how red you were. god, you were so cute. 

“at least take me to dinner first before we hate-fuck,” you still managed to joke, despite the slight shakiness in your voice. he rolled his eyes, and pulled you to a stop by the arm. 

you both stood in the middle of campus, feeling the gentle caress of the breeze and listening to the birds chirping. it was a peaceful day, with the sun high up in the baby blue sky. rin thought there was no better time than at that moment. 

his hand traced your arm until it reached your own, and he squeezed your fingers in reassurance. 

“i don’t hate you,” he said again. “i just hate the way i don’t hate you. not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all.”

he watched your eyes light up and smile brighter than the sun, and he almost laughed at the disbelief in your voice. 

“did you just quote ‘ten things i hate about you’?”

it was his time to flush. a small shrug was all rin answered with — he didn’t want you to know he specifically chose this sentence because that was your favorite movie. not like it mattered when you were gleaming at him and making his heart leap on his chest. 

“well, then,” you squeezed his hand back, “let’s get coffee, rin.”

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[cozage]

Hi, can you write a scenario where Sanji founds his S/O (who is secretly an artist) staring the Aquarium's ceiling, and when he looks, he see that they painted a ocean landscape (like the All Blue) on it? I'm not good on explaining, but i think that would be a cute idea.

A/N: ALL THESE SANJI REQUESTS ARE MAKING ME FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP!!! (jk you better not stop he deserves love)

Characters: gn reader x Sanji

Cw: none :)

Total word count: 1k

A Painted Dream

Sanji hadn’t seen you in a few hours, and he began to grow worried. Once he finished cooking for Luffy and Usopp, his mission would be to find you. 

The more he thought about it, the more concerned he became. You had been scarce most of the week, actually. He could really only remember seeing you for meals and for bedtime, which you came late to most nights. 

“Luffy.” He handed over a plate of sandwiches for the captain. “Have you seen Y/N recently?”

Luffy hummed, thinking about the question while he ate. “I saw them at breakfast this morning,” he said with a mouth full of food. 

“I saw them down in the workshop a few days ago,” Usopp offered. 

Of course these idiots wouldn’t be any help. He lit a cigarette and started cleaning up, trying to think about your conversations over the past few days. You almost always showed up to meals late, and you always looked a little disheveled when you arrived. Whenever he went to serve you snacks you weren’t there, and he always got distracted by another crew member before he had time to find you. He hadn’t noticed it at the moment, but now that he was reflecting on it, your behavior had been kind of secretive lately. 

He trusted you, of course, but he still felt uneasy. Moreso, he felt guilty that he hadn’t noticed it sooner and asked you about your day to know what you were doing in the first place. 

He wandered the ship, trying to find you. He asked all his crew mates, but the only helpful info he got was from Franky, who said you borrowed a small scaffold a few days ago and hadn’t returned it yet, and you borrowed a ladder this morning. 

There weren’t many places you could use a ladder inside the ship, so he checked the library first. He found Robin there, but not you. 

“Try the aquarium,” Robin offered, turning the page of the book she was reading. 

He wandered down to the aquarium and opened the door to find you standing before him. Your hair was pushed back in a bandana, and a variety of colored paint was smeared across your face and your arms. You were holding a palette in your hand and a paintbrush between your teeth while you stared upwards, focusing on something above you. 

His eyes trailed up to see what you were staring at, and he let out a small gasp of shock. Fish from the North Blue to his right, the South Blue to his Left, the East Blue on the far side, and the West Blue above him, all swimming towards the center of the room. There, they intermingled freely, swimming amongst sea kings and other monsters you all had seen on your travels. He could feel tears welling up and he furiously blinked to clear them. He didn’t want to cloud his vision of such perfect artistry. 

A sound at the door alerted you to a presence, and your eyes flicked over to see someone in the doorway. Tall, blonde, dressed to the nines. Sanji.

“No!” you cried, running over to him. “No! No! No!” 

You reach him and throw your hands over his eyes, which were glued to the ceiling. “You can’t see it yet! It’s not done!”

He stood in front of you, still as a statue. Your hands were still over his eyes, and you could feel wetness beneath your fingers.

“Sanji?”

You opened your hands slightly so you could see his face, but kept them cupped so he couldn’t see the ceiling. He had tears streaming down his face as he looked at you.

“You made that painting?”

You nod sheepishly. “I was hoping to finish it before you saw it, though.”

He looked at you, surprised. “It’s not done yet? It’s-”

“Just adding the finishing details now. Making it perfect.” 

“Can I sit here and watch you finish it?”

Your face made a pout. “You have to promise not to look until I say so.”

He laughed and took a seat in front of the fish tank. “I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

It was hard, but he did it. He desperately wanted to glance up at the painting, to be lost in the intricacies and name every fish he saw. But he waited until you gave him permission, and he kept his eyes on you the whole time. He watched as you squinted to see, huffed in frustration, and smiled in success. 

After an hour or two, you nodded in satisfaction, and you turned to him. “Okay, you can look now.”

He strode over to you and wrapped you in his arms, and then the two of you looked up at the All Blue you had created. 

“Just when I think you can’t surprise me, you go and do something like this.” He pulled his gaze away from the painting and smothered you with kisses, causing you to cry out in a fit of giggles. 

“You really like it?” you ask, peering up at him. 

“I love it. I love you.”

The two of you stood there, looking up at his dream until your necks were sore, and then you laid on the ground and kept looking up. You listened to him name each of the fish he saw, delightedly pointing them out like a child pointing out shapes of clouds on a sunny day, and thought about how you couldn’t wait for him to finally find the actual one. 

[kikzzzzzzz77]

hi! I want to request an ex bf jk who keeps on chasing reader after their breakup because of him talking or flirting with other girls. I know this story is very common but you can change it or put a plot twist on it or make it more different than the usual. thanks!!!

You felt your phone buzz with another text. You know exactly who it was; Jungkook, your ex. He constantly texted you and even tried to call you, but you never replied. You hated him; or so you thought.

When you two were dating, the first year and a half was the happiest you’d ever been. He was perfect. Always showering you with affection, showing you off to his friends as if you were the most precious, valuable thing in the world, and let’s not lie, he was amazing in bed.

Everything started going downhill when he started talking to more girls, eventually flirting with them and starting to ignore you. That’s when you decided to breakup with him.

After you told him you wanted to breakup, he constantly tried to apologize but you didn’t care. You left.

He never stopped. Everyday he would text you saying he wanted you back. At this point the line was blurred between whether it was out of love or straight up obsession.

One time he even managed to find out you were on a flight and texted you hoping you had a safe flight. Creepy right?

As usual, you ignored his message from earlier. Until later that night he texted you. He was clearly drunk.

You checked your phone.

One notification - Jeon Jungkook

You decided to open it this time.

Jeon Jungkook

Jk: Babbyyy I miss youuuu. I need you so badlyy right now.

Video attached

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Curiously, you opened the video. Jungkook never texted like that unless he was drunk.

Your eyes widen in shock as the video starts playing.

He was naked, on his bed, whimpering and saying things like, “Y/N, please… I need you so bad.” He was also stroking his clearly hard dick.

As the video ended, you sat on the edge of your bed in total shock and maybe a bit of arousal.

Fuck, he was hot.

You don’t know what made you, but you responded. Your message said:

You miss me so much that even when you’re drunk you think about me?

You immediately got a response from Jungkook.

Jungkook: yess, baby. Please I want youuu so badlyyyy. Cann I comee overr?

At this point, you felt like a hormonal teenager and couldn’t resist the thought of your ex-boyfriend fucking you while he was drunk.

You: I’ll go to your house.

And so you did. You drove to his house which you still remembered the way by heart.

When you got to his house, you knocked on the door. When the door opend you were about to say something, but you were suddenly grabbed and pull in by Jungkook.

He eagerly pinned you against the now closed door and was hungrily kissing you. His kiss was a bit sloppily from the alcohol clouding his mind, but he didn’t care.

He just wanted you.

You gasped into the kiss as you felt him slip a hand into your skirt and into your panties.

“You’re so wet for me already, baby. I haven’t even done anything yet.” Jungkook said against your lips as he ran a finger through your wet folds. You could smell the alcohol in his breath.

His touch sent shivers done your spine. You involuntarily let out a moan as he started rubbing your clit.

“You like that, baby?” He asked. His voice husky with desire.

You nod while whimpering, unable to deny the pleasure his touch could easily provide you.

You whined when he suddenly pulled his hand out of your clothes and started unbuckling his belt.

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started, no need for whining.” He chuckles.

He throws his belt to the side, then slips off his shirt, leaving him in just his pants and his boxers, his bulge clear. He lifts you up effortlessly, making you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom.

He lays you down on his bed, hovering over you as he starts sucking your neck, easily finding your sweet spot that had you moaning his name.

As he continued, he unattached his lips from your neck only to take off your shirt and trail wet kisses down to your breasts which were covered by your bra.

“Let’s get these stupid clothes off of you.” He says with a sly grin, quickly unclipping your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. Next he goes for your skirt, sliding it down your legs and discarding somewhere in the room, just like he did your bra.

He was bold when he was drunk.

He brought his face down to your panties, his breath teasing your sensitive area. He licks his tongue up your wet panties, sending a shiver down your spine which he smirked at.

Then, without warning he yanked off your panties. You shivered as the cool air hit your wet folds.

“I want to taste you.” He growls out, then dipping his tongue into your moist folds. You gasp in surprise and pleasure, your hands instinctively grabbing your hair.

Jungkook starts sucking your clit, making you moan loudly.

“You like that, huh?” He asks, smirking up at you.

You just nod, his tongue making you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You moan out his name as his tongue dips into your pussy and he starts thrusting it in and out of your soaked entrance.

You let out a series of moans as Jungkook continues to eat you out, feeling the knot in your stomach, signaling your nearing orgasm.

“Fuck, Jungkook d-don’t stop!” You pant heavily, sweat forming on your forehead. Just as you were about to cum, he pulls away.

“Trying to cum without me even putting me dick inside of you, hm?” He teases.

“Jungkook, please.” You whine, begging him for release.

He chuckles and pulls down his pants along with his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free.

He settles between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in.

You gasp at the feeling of being so full all of a sudden. Yeah he had a skillful tongue, but it was nowhere near as massive as his thick, long cock.

He gives you a bit to adjust after he had fully sunk into you, then starts slowly thrusting, pulling out so just the tip is inside of you, then pushing his whole length back in.

“Jungkook, f-faster.” You beg.

He smirks and starts going a lot faster, grunting in pleasure right next to your ear. You moan loudly, enjoying his cock.

Soon enough he was pounding into you, which you were loving. You felt so good as he filled you up. Your orgasm was quickly building and so was his.

He took one of your breasts in his mouth, eagerly sucking as his hand played with the other.

“J-Jungkook, I-I’m close!” You say, desperately wanting release.

“Cum for me, baby.” He starts rubbing your clit until you can’t take it anymore, your walls clenching around his dick as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Jungkook soon followed, moaning out your name as he pumped his seed into your tight pussy.

He tiredly collapsed onto you.

“Fuck, that was amazing. I love you, baby.” He says tiredly.

The alcohol and exhaustion quickly caught up to him as he pulled out of you flopping down next to you and pulling you close, quickly drifting off to sleep with you in his arms.

Not long after, you fall asleep, spent but satisfied.

The next morning, Jungkook groans as he wakes up. He had a big hangover from the alcohol. He smiles when he sees you in his arms. He was at least a little sober last night and remembered what happened.

“Morning, my love.” He kisses your forehead.

You wake up and look at him.

“M-morning, Jungkook…” You say.

“Does this mean you’ll be mine again?” Jungkook smiles, looking like an innocent bunny even with how he fucked you last night.

“Only if you promise not to start flirting with other girls and ignoring me again.” You look down, remembering why you two broke up in the first place.

He lifts your head up so your eyes meet his.

“I promise.” He then kisses you which you can’t help but kiss him back.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips.

“I love you, too.”

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[haecien]

SEVENTEENS reaction to their s/o being scared/screaming about bugs.

Note: I have no idea who is & is not scare of bugs in svt... this is just my interpretation!! If there is a video/post about this tell me!!! also fun fact, a Cockroach was roaming around my room while writing

Warning: mentions of killing, the word die😭 all of this is jokes, none of these are real! slight cursing!

Genre: fluff, jst fluff

766 words 3,883 characters

C.SC -

At first he thought you were dying when he heard your blood curtailing scream, turns out there was a fly just roaming around and it happen to just touch your face.

Now he has learned to carry at least 1 tiny can of bug spray just for you, it gives him a heart attack over your screams. He finds it a bit cute whenever you clung to him after seeing a bug near you.

Y.JH -

Same reaction for the first time of coups. But.... instead of comforting he just... almost teased you to death/j

He'd secretly hide those fake toys of bugs ALL around your shared house/apartment/...idk any living place lmao

You'd almost kill him for doing that, still gets you everytime. Ofc he made it up to you, he is still your boyfriend after all

" Hey... come on I'm sorry! I forgot to remove itt"

*silent treatment*

H.JS -

He would try to calm you down at first, if you were still wailing about the bug he would try and kill it or carefully place it outside.

He would endlessly caress you and tell you that you're alright

(Bro im giggling)

"Joshua i swear ill love you til I die" " Then die😊🤭" /j

(If ykyk)

W.JH-

Who knows he'll eat the bug, jk. He would prob scream with you, he'll act up like " I'll protect you! " then comes running back to you terrified

" YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS THAT BIG " " WAAAHAA I KNOW... "

Eventually he sucked it up and very "bravely" shoo shoo away the bug. BEGONE! " You know! I was just acting, I wasn't really scared... " " Totally.... "

K.SY-

" AAAAAAAAA " Wow is HE more scared than YOU? Yes, a matter of fact he is.... " You know i've seen tigers beat bigger enemies... yet you're scared of a single bug?? I guess you're not really a tiger. "

Those exact words, they made him furious and he quickly got a broom and vigorously whacked the bug away! In times of need you just made him question his identity as a tiger.

J.WW-

Honestly, would be kinda chill. He carefully took a piece of paper and a glass and scooped up the bug and placed it outside.

He asked if you wanted to play with him to help you calm down, you said yes NEVER wanting to set a foot outside right now. (Ok now imagine resting your head on his broad ass shoulders while playing and he'd run his fingers through your hair)

L.JH-

Same reaction as Wonwoo, BUT It would take him awhile to come down from his room😭the time he came down you'd almost started thinking of burning this entire house to the ground. (No reason, i keep thinking about the fluffy hair jihoon with THE black turtleneck shirt that's kinda tight)

X.MH-

So... Fuck it he's letting you take care of it/j yeah he's gnna flame that bug, BURN THE WITCH! If he mocks you about this you would bring up the thing with him and frogs😭(if you don't know I remember seeing a video of seeing minghao being scared of irl frogs but not animated ones ex: keroppi)

K.MG-

Hes a big boy... but he's just a puppy tbh, LITTERALLY LOOK (I got off track sorry HAJSJSK Free gyu pics ig HAHA)

Deff is also scared of the bugs too, poor baby just stood there frozen while the bug flew on his face. Prob had to call a friend to help you HAHA

L.SK-

You know he's gnna hit those high notes, who's going to help you both in this state oh my god. "YOU'RE THE MAN. GO GET IT. " the bug flew away before you both could even do anything " Sunshine i drove it away!! " ".... YaaYyyy.... " *dies*

H.VC-

" HANSOL... " he looked at you confused literally deadass holding the now DEAD bug in his hands " what do I do with it? Throw it o-- " "NO! " bitch I thought you were scared of it " ... ill just do whatever "

B.SK-

He gets scared easily too so... hajimalago/j would be sassy about it " Why don't you get it! You saw it first " kind of guy you'd end up bickering with him too much that the bug decided to just dip out

L.CN-

The only guy who actually protected you HELP, you'd move to another room and let him take care of it. He'd keep reassuring you that you were fine and that the bug was gone, no more bugs will bother you anymore

[andy-wm]

My thoughts on SEVEN, both the song and the MV, and what it says about Jungkook.

About the song:

My biggest take away from the song is that Jungkook has total confidence in his ability to keep his partner satisfied and entertained. Daily. He also has a good reason to do heaps of laundry.

Also, he gets to say Fu@k a lot (always fun) and his pronunciation has really improved since he collabed with that disrespectful a$$hole who's name i won't bother to mention.

Seriously though, i hope his adulthood will finally sink in for the people who still try to keep him in babyville.

From a musical point of view, he does get to use those magnificent pipes he has, and use them well. The song flexes his vocal range and has lots of dynamic movement. And he gets to rap. I can see why he would have wanted to sing it.

About the MV:

I have a few observations about the mv and the relationship represented. I know it's meant to be lighthearted but that doesn't mean it shows us a healthy relationship so i'm gonna say my piece. Sorry if it's a downer, feel free to skip.

The power dynamic between JK's character and Sohee's character is what i find interesting.

She's totally in control of their narrative the whole way through.

At the start, she's angry and berating him and he's just listening, his head down. Very submissive. Most of the time his hands are in his lap or on the table while she's gesturing to herself and even throwing her hands up. The only time his energy is up. Is when he pulls her away from the falling debris.

She's getting up to leave halfway through his response, too. She doesnt really give him a chance to respond.

Even though he tries and tries to talk to her, she's dismissive, rolling her eyes, ignoring him, constantly walking away before he can finish what he's trying to tell her. At one point she pushes him so hard he falls backwards. He's repeatedly risking his personal well-being to get her to hear his side, but even then, he's still completely submissive. He brings her flowers, he walks three steps behind her, he tries to make her laugh to break the tension so she will listen.

Theres only one point at which he is assertive and that's at 2.55 when he gets around in front of her.

When he does eventually get her to stop and hear him out, he takes the role of a supplicant. She is very much in control of the outcome. She eventually offers her hand, and then basically hauls him along behind her. He is trotting along behind her like a scolded child.

I found it a little hard to watch because JK isn't an actor. Not because his acting is bad but becuase it's really him.

I could be way off, i admit that, but i honestly feel that his character is responding exactly as he himself would respond. He's soft and sweet and gentle, but dammit he believes in them! He's trying his best to placate her even though she is giving him NOTHING back.

I hate that it reminds me of that damn hamburger incident (he's is a sponge cake. Pls dont hurt him, world.)

Anywayyyyy....

My take away is 2 things.

First one is, throughout the MV his character is "fighting *for* the relationship", which is different from fighting within the relationship. He wants this problem they have to be solved, and he's prepared to do the work. Go, you Jungkook’s alter ego.

Second one is, despite a lot of people seeing this as a,stalker situation, the power balance is very heavily weighted towards her. Also, she treats him pretty disrespectfully. If these gender roles were reversed, the comments would be very interesting...

Other than that i loved the aesthetic, the humour, and the energy.

But what does this overtly hereronormative MV tell us about Jungkook's sexual orientation?

I'll say it does not tell us anything about who he likes to do the horizontal boogie with.

He liked the song, and wanted to record it. I have no idea if he had any hand in the MV storyline. If he did, awesome. It's fun.

But let's be real about the likelihood of him coming out to the world through a MV. I'd say it's ZERO. Reality dictates that whatever his own orientation, the MV needed to represent the Jungkook (most of) the world WANTS to see. Dont forget, this song is more of a business decision than a creative decision for Hybe. We know SB had a big part in the processs, and that man is all about the dollar bills.

It's certainly not a personal statement from JK. Its a fun, summer song and he gets to say F◇CK a lot and flex his vocal chops. That's it.

Do i personally think JK is gay? Hell yeah. With bells on.

Do i think he would risk it all?? ('it' being a huge entertainment empire, his own and his friends' careers, social damnation, personal freedom, and the loss of his contact with ARMY)

No, absolutely not. Not for a song that he didn't even write. Not in his solo debut. Not in today's America (sorry American readers, the USA isn't a safe place to be queer right now).

An unrelated question:

Do i think he will show us something more substantial with his album?

I think he will. I truly hope so. I dont think he's going to sing about his orientation but i do think the songs will be meaningful and personal and I'll be quite suprised if there isn't a fair bit of queer subtext.

If he includes a hidden track and Jimin features on it, I will throw a party and sprinkle glitter EVERYWHERE.

Just for fun, here's some JK looking gorgeously gay...

Living his best life in the Butter MV

His gestures... so pretty

No words for this one (cr to photographer)

I mean he's not wrong...

[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + last minute christmas shopping

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: my sister won't stop making fun of my old facebook posts help

simon "ghost" riley:

alright let's be fr under normal circumstances ghost would never have to do last-minute christmas shopping

he's simply too prepared for that

like he's coming up with lists in october, buying gifts in november, and has them wrapped early december

but for the sake of story let's just say that he has some last minute shopping to do for whatever reason

maybe all his gifts got blown up and he has amnesia so he can't remember anything

jk idk just pretend he's been busy or something

anyways

ghost always has a good idea of what he wants to get people for christmas

so the problem is rarely what to buy but where to buy it

usually he'll go to a plaza that has a bunch of shops so he can just visit each one and see if they have it

another nice thing about ghost is that his sheer size and signature death glare makes it so that he never has to fight with another person to get a gift

he's definitely traumatized more than a few shoppers who tried to grab the same thing as him

somehow though he manages to get everything on his list

even if it takes him all day to find it

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so let's be real pretty much all of soap's christmas shopping is done last minute

he's a procrastinator what can i say

however after years of last minute panic soap has mastered how to get all his shopping done last minute

a few days before christmas he'll wake up early and then head to the mall

and pretty much just methodically work his way through each store until he finds something good for everyone

after he always rewards himself with a soft pretzel and gelato

it's a weird combo he knows but it's what he always bought at the mall as a kid and it brings him back

now soap doesn't necessarily have the intimidation powers of soap but he makes up for it by being ready to throw hands over gifts

besides it's not really like he has a backup plan

so because of this soap's gifts usually end up being those useful knick knacks that you always need but never remember to get

like can openers

he got everyone can openers one year

im kidding (or am i?)

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so if gaz has to go last minute shopping it's usually only for small things

like extra stocking stuffers, wrapping paper, tape, etc.

so thankfully there's usually not much riding on it so it's less stressful

gaz actually really enjoys shopping because he can pop in his earbuds, turn up his music, and just unwind for a bit as he walks through the aisles

off topic but he's definitely the guy to just wander around a target listening to music

he'll usually just make the trips as he needs to

but they're usually just to walmart or target so he can stock up on candy and supplies

he also likes getting some of those fancy ghirardelli chocolates to snack on while he wraps gifts

his parents raised him to be polite so if he does end up reaching for the same thing as another person he always lets them grab it

but if it's the last item in stock he definitely gets secretly annoyed at them for it

john price:

alright so in a weird way i feel like price is sorta like the grinch

not in a "i hate christmas" sorta way but an "i don't want to go into town" kinda way

he likes to spend his christmases in his cabin/on base and he doesn't like dealing with the rush of customers doing last minute shopping

but of course there comes times where he has no choice but to run to the store to get another gift or restock on wrapping paper

and during then price is on a mission to get in and out of there as fast as possible

mainly because one year he got stuck in line behind a total karen

and his ten minute trip turned into an hour long ordeal

so now to reduce the chances of that happening he tries to speedrun his shopping trips

that being said he is a gentleman at heart so if someone grabs the same item as him he'll let them have it

even though he'll secretly be annoyed at them because then he has to stay even longer to find another gift

alejandro vargas:

alright so honestly i feel like alejandro is like ghost in that he tries not to get stuck doing last minute christmas shopping

he just doesn't like all the crowds and the lines

i mean he's not the most patient man in the world so it makes sense

he usually tries to keep his last minute gift buying to a minimum but if he does need to buy stuff he'll usually go to one store and get everyone things from there

think like home depot/a hardware store or maybe like a bath and body works

(they have a surprising amount of men's stuff okay)

that being said he usually knows what he wants to get each person from those stores

so if he comes to a point where him and someone else are reaching for the same thing he can sometimes get confrontational

it just depends tho

bc on one hand the gentleman in him is saying to let them have it but on the other hand he wants to get his friends a good gift

usually though he'll end up giving it up if it's like a woman or child

but with men he'll usually try to fight for it if it's really getting heated

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so poor rudy would be so stressed by last minute shopping

i think he probably got a lot of his stuff done early but he wanted some extra things because he was worried his gifts weren't good enough

i feel like rudy's the kinda guy who goes really last minute and so a lot of things are going out of stock quickly

and so he is super duper stressed

mans is biting his nails and everything

definitely is racing throughout the stores to try and find everything he needs

and he simply will not be in a situation where someone grabs the same thing as him because if he sees someone in the same aisle as him he is sprinting and grabbing that thing asap

he really doesn't want to have to fight with someone else over it

especially before he knows he'd end up giving it to them

what can i say it's how he was raised

[formaggios0onlyone]

Types of Boyfriends La squadra would be..

PART ONE

A/N: hey hello this is my first headcanon list so please don’t attack me

Risotto

This man may seem tough but I see him as a total goofball when he’s around his s/o

He’s the type to have such a loud deep laugh scary at first but later you come to love and just wanna make him laugh every day.(please do he deserves it ;) )

Also this Sicilian man makes the greatest food ever?? Such a good cook and will legit pick you up throw you onto a couch and hands you a plate of food after a long hard day :)))

He’s a cat person and hates dogs, you cannot change my mind

He would definitely prank you at any chance he gets somewhat of a prank war guy

Formaggio

This mf istg….

Jk I love him

Him and his cat are like obsessed with you

Mf when you’re sleeping he has a death grip on you and the cats sitting on your face💀

When you least expect it he comes up grabs your chin and pulls you in for a deep kiss🤯

His kisses are the best

ALSO FORMAGGIO WITH DARK EYEBROWS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

He whimpers, trust me I know

He’s also very overprotective but in a good way?

Will show you off to La squadra

Illuso

He is an asshole.

A hot one

Will not let you touch his hair but will beg you to let him play with yours

Actually great at braiding?…

He gets jealous instantly

If he sees a man talking to you he instantly grabs you and jumps into the mirror world smothering you with kisses

He has a fear that you would leave him for someone else

Please tell him you love him🙏🙏

He has a complex hair and and skin routine

[saintbleeding]

i will also ask, for more jontim <3 your headcanons, give them to me 🖐️🖐️🖐️

[ID: Two digital sketches of Jon and Tim from TMA. Jon is a tall, thin man with short, curly hair, stubble, and glasses, and Tim is a shorter, chubby man with short, straight hair. In the first sketch, Jon and Tim are sitting side by side as Jon smokes. Jon throws his head back in laughter and Tim gazes fondly at him, a little love heart next to his face. In the second, they are kissing, but an umbrella obscures the view of their faces. Tim holds the umbrella and Jon covers Tim’s hand with his own, a lit cigarette between his first two fingers. Jon’s other hand is visible on the back of Tim’s neck. End ID.]

my hcs are that they are simply such guys bein dudes bi4bi style.

also that they live in that weird in between pre-canon where it’s like wow. love my friend. love how we kiss sometimes. i would totally date them. haha jk. unless…? no but. haha. only if he asked first 👉👈

[aquagustd]

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 08 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drug lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 6.7K

play — daddy issues by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, pharmacy tech!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, some soft scenes, jealousy, yoongi acting sus again, tears, mentions of bl00d + gvns, oc revisits the past, she’s incredibly conflicted too, tae with his shirt unbuttoned yes, explicit smut — fingering, teasing, clit play, tongue sucking, biting/scratching, dirty talk, praise kink

note: it’s been 84 years…i hope you guys like this chapter <3

Guilt sits like an unbearable weight on your shoulders. Holding you down and preventing your thoughts from wandering elsewhere.

You’re sat on Jungkook’s couch with your legs tucked under your bum, watching with a rapid heartbeat as he seems to be arguing with someone on the phone. From your view, you see him pace from corner to corner in the kitchen, rubbing his forehead, lips pursed before he starts to yell again, free hand making sharp movements to get his point across before he gazes up to the ceiling in thought.

He ends the call and approaches the lounge, you busy yourself with your phone, blinking at your reflection in the dark screen.

Expecting him to take the couch opposite you, you don’t shift in your space until he chooses to sit down next to you, arm draped over the backrest to have his hand rest on your shoulder. Swallowing thickly, you turn to him, asking him the question despite not wanting to know the answer.

“Any luck?”

He shakes his head, toying with his earrings, “nothing yet. But my guys managed to locate the office from the lines connected to my phone. They caught one of them there.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the light sweat you manage to work up after hearing that.

That little information coupled with the fact that Jimin hasn’t been answering your calls since you got back from the trip has your entire body running cold.

“And…the guy they caught,” you begin, keeping your voice as nonchalant as possible, “did he say anything or…?”

He smacks his lips, staring at the table in thought. You wait a bit for his answer, the suspense enough to give you a heart attack.

“Nah,” he sighs, ringed fingers now curled around your shoulder, “nothing yet. What’s this?”

He points to the small container you brought along with you this morning, curiosity replacing the pensiveness in his eyes.

“Oh,” you breathe, bringing it into your lap and opening it up for him to peek into, “today is treat day at Junho’s school, and I made a kiddies’ version of a charcuterie board. I brought the extra bits for you to have.”

He hums lowly, plucking out one of the heart-shaped cookies to pop into his mouth.

“Thank you, it’s tasty.”

You meet his gaze, trying not to focus on the cute way he chews with his brows furrowed when he takes another one of the heart biscuits. Setting it down on the coffee table, you lean back in your seat, breath catching in your throat once you notice that he’s a lot closer than he was a few moments ago.

Goosebumps erupt on your skin when he trails his index finger down the side of your face, tonguing at his lip ring as he stares into eyes. Dark eyes boring into your soul.

“I’m thinking about how much you’ve changed,” he husks, taking a few strands of your hair between two fingers.

You gulp, eyes trained on his, “what do you mean?”

“No, you know…I never would’ve thought that you…the old you at least…would make such a good mother.”

Melting. You’re melting on the spot, heart pacing at a rapid beat for a totally different reason now.

“Really?”

He nods earnestly, chin scrunching up, “you are. You get what I mean right? Younger us…my ___. I never thought of us as parents.”

Your gaze drifts to your hands, playing with the buttons on your blouse, “we were really young then.”

He takes an audibly deep breath, nodding to himself, “you’re right.”

Squeaking when he lifts your chin with his thumb and forefinger, your gazes reconnect, breaths mingling as he parts his lips and shifts closer, pretty eyelashes dusting his cheeks as his eyes flutter shut.

No. You’ve spent the entire weekend thinking this through, and you didn’t lose sleep over it for you to make the same mistake again. As much as you want it.

Pressing your hand to his chest, you push him away lightly, disregarding the way your body reacts to that pleasant scent of his. He looks at you quizzically, face a little empty.

“Jungkook,” you mutter, chewing on your lip, “I…can’t do this again.”

You glance around the quiet space of his home, sitting up since you sunk in the couch cushions. Sora is here, you know it. You saw her car parked outside when you got here and now…now this is happening all over again.

“You’re getting married in August,” you say pragmatically, seeing his eyebrow jump as if this is news to him, “what’s this, Jungkook? And I’m not so bothered that you’re playing with my feelings, but Sora’s?”

He looks away, tongue prodding at his cheek. You dip your head to find his gaze, waiting for him to say something, but he keeps you in suspense again. A recent habit of his that you’re growing to dislike.

“Jungkook?”

In an instant, he’s got your warm cheeks between his equally heated palms, nose nearly brushing yours.

You don’t miss the way his lips quiver when he begins speaking, a lump forming in your throat, “when I get back, we’ll talk about this, okay?”

Right. He’s leaving tonight. And you don’t know when he’ll be back, still, you nod weakly.

“Okay.”

With a small chuckle, he lets you go. You spring up from the couch, shielding your tears by turning away from him.

“Where’s Smiley?”

He speaks around a mouthful of wafers, ankle propped on his knee, “in his room. He’s mad at me…you know why.”

As you expected. When Jungkook returned, the first thing he made clear was that he’ll be leaving soon, and you warned him that if he’s going to be spending time with Junho – he’s a child, all he ever wanted since he was of knowing age was to meet his father, talk to him, become his best friend and that’s exactly what he got – he’s going to get attached.

His room door is open a crack, enough for you to peek in and watch him mutter to himself as he struggles to fit on his tiny Nikes, sniffling as he goes.

“Smiley?” You whisper, entering the door with a soft creak of the door. He wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand, teary smile splitting his cheeks.

“Mama, can you help me?”

“Sure.”

Crouching beside him at the foot of the bed, you slide his socked foot inside the shoe, watching his face carefully.

“These are cool, did dad get them for you?”

“Yeah,” he says mindlessly, “we got matching ones.”

You giggle, slipping on the other one before pulling him into your arms, kissing the crown of his head.

“Dad will be back soon.”

He hugs your arms, whimpering, “I’m scared.”

Worriedly, you tilt his body so he faces you, cupping his cheeks, “scared? What’re you scared of baby?”

His doe eyes are glazed with tears, voice cracking with his words which shatters your heart into a million tiny pieces.

“That dad won’t come back.”

Your breath hitches, tears brimming your own eyes as he repeats his words, sobbing into your shoulder. Rocking him back and forth, you keep him pressed to you as you rise from the carpeted floor, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

“He’ll come back Smiley, don’t worry.”

Despite the fact that you share the same fear.

Junho refuses to say goodbye to his dad, rushing over to your car to wait for you. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s expression cracks as he watches his son dash past him, waiting there with open arms. But you drag Junho back, making sure that he gives his dad a hug because you know he’s going to think about it later. And as much as you berated Junho for doing so, you think it’s his way of coping, he doesn’t want to bid farewell because he’s afraid that it might be his last.

You know, because you’re afraid too.

It’s funny how Jungkook watches Junho stomp away, with his eyebrows pinched together, chewing on the corner of his mouth with irritation. He seems surprised by the way Junho leaves, but all you do is shrug since he’s a replica of his dad. Acting the same way whenever he was annoyed about something.

Jungkook returns to the kitchen, humming as he washes the dishes with Sora standing behind him at the stovetop.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen her, last was that night at the club…You look between the two of them, wondering if Jungkook’s perception of her had changed since then but their silence tells you otherwise.

She passes you a small smile when your eyes meet, placing a fried egg onto the platter she set out.

“Jungkook eh…Kim Namjoon said he wants to meet us on Friday afternoon. At his office.”

He sets his arms on either side of the sink, clicking his tongue, “I won’t be able to make it this time. Don’t think I’ll be back by then. Is it fine if you go alone?”

You readjust your bag on your shoulder, “yeah, sure.”

“Just let me know what he has to say.”

“Alright. I’ll see you.”

Hurriedly, you exit through the front door as you hear him shout out a ‘bye’ to your retreating figure. You’ve never been to one of Namjoon’s consultations without Jungkook before, this will be the first. A part of you knows that you want him there not only for moral support, but another reason that you’re still trying to come to terms with after everything that had taken place these past few years.

The roads are always busy on a Monday morning, but you manage to get Junho to school on time and make it to work a bit after 8. Still, Yoongi announces that you’re late.

“Good to see the old man back in shape,” you giggle, patting his back as you pass him on your way to the office.

“Can’t stay cooped up forever…as much as I’d like it,” he mumbles the last bit, fixing his collar.

You roll your eyes, pressing your hip to the office door before turning on the lights, “how’s Yuri doing?”

He gives a one-shoulder shrug, sipping coffee from his silver flask, “you should speak to her.”

“I spoke to her last night,” you inform, coming around the counter to find the iPad, “she seemed okay.”

“You know how stubborn she can be. Is Junho coming over this weekend?”

“Mhm, it’s been a while,” you snort, dipping your head to look between the shelves since you always seem to find it there, “I was shocked when he asked, but I think it’s because…Jungkook is out of town now.”

“Yeah.”

You spin around, seeing him arrange a stack of papers near the register.

“Do you know when he’ll be back?” You try, receiving another shrug from him.

“No.”

“Do you know why he left?”

“Business, you know. The usual. Plus, he has some other stuff to figure out since his systems were hacked.”

You return to your task of searching for the iPad, checking in one of the drawers then under the files set on the desk.

“How was your holiday?”

“Was alright.”

He hums, a knowing hum, one that you ignore since you want to avoid talking about anything to do with you and Jungkook. And Yoongi can be smug if he knows, but you still won’t spill.

“Did Junho enjoy his time?”

“Yeah, hey where’s the iPad? The one for stocks?”

Gesturing to his office near the stockroom, he waves a hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. When you were gone, I installed the software onto my computer since it’s easier for me there.”

“So you’re back to handling stocks? Did you sort out those double orders I told you about?”

He shuffles through the aisles to the back, shouting over his shoulder, “yeah, don’t worry about it.”

Your morning passes like every other morning at work, and despite how busy things become, your mind is elsewhere. Wondering if Junho is doing okay at school, hoping he doesn’t worry too much about his father coming back and gets distracted by playing with friends. He left the car in a bitter mood this morning, you’ve never seen him like that before. You know it’s all a part of growing up but you can’t help but feel guilty since you could’ve shielded him from getting too close to Jungkook. You knew he was going to leave eventually.

But at the same time, you know you would’ve felt guilty all the same if Jungkook left and Junho didn’t get to know his father.

At least Yuri offered to keep Junho after school these next few weeks since she’s working from home. She always manages to get him in a good mood.

With a burdened sigh, you work through few of the prescriptions Yoongi left out for you to file away from last week when you hear your phone chime.

Heart skipping a beat once you read the words on the screen.

[12:45] Taehyung 💏: Saw you in town today

[12:48] Taehyung 💏: Can I see you?

Sinking into your chair, you shoot him your response, holding your phone to your chest.

[12:50] You: okay, I’ll come over after work.

[12:50] Taehyung 💏: Perfect, I’ll be at my place.

The sound of the telephone ringing cuts through the air.

“Hello?”

“Who’s this?”

“This is Min’s Pharmacy, how can I help you?”

The man breathes heavily over the line, “what’s your name?”

“___.”

Confused, you clutch the phone to your ear, hearing the sounds of his breath even closer to the speaker.

“Hello?”

“Let Min Yoongi know that we’ll be arriving after 9 for pickup.”

“Sorry but we close at 4PM on Mondays.”

“Let Min Yoongi know that we’ll be arriving after 9,” he barks, so loud you pull the phone away from your ear.

When you’re about to argue your point again, he hangs up, leaving you to stare at the receiver in shock. At that moment, Yoongi returns to the front, hands in his coat pockets.

“Some idiot called now.”

He chuckles, inspecting the bottle of pills kept beside the register, “what did they say?”

“That they’re gonna fetch an order after 9. I tried to tell them that we’re closed at the time but they just yelled at me. Guess they’ll be coming all this way for nothing,” you shrug, unaware of Yoongi’s piercing gaze set on your face.

He unplugs the telephone from the socket abruptly, tucking it under his arm, “from now on, I’ll answer calls.”

“Wh—That’s impossible, Yoongi. I know you’re a perfectionist and all, but you can’t possibly do everythin—”

“Just—” his voice raises slightly, fist held up as his chest deflates “—handle our clients and I’ll take the calls.”

“But I need the phone for orders, Yoongi,” you remind, holding up the bag of pills, “and I send them to you.”

“Just leave it to me.”

“What’s the use of me being here if you’re gonna take my workload too,” you mumble, turning to greet the customers that walk through the front doors.

You watch Yoongi’s jaw tick before he marches to his office, coat swaying behind him to leave you even more paranoid.

Why does he suddenly want to do everything? He’s never been so keen on taking up your tasks.

Something’s up. But with Yoongi, it’ll remain a mystery to you for a good while, and you rather not ask.

Pulling up into Taehyung’s driveway, you can’t help but feel a little anxious seeing him today. Perhaps you didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself, but at the back of your head you know it’s because you haven’t seen him in what feels like ages.

Sure, you talked over the phone, video called now and again, but seeing him in person is far better than any of that. You’re also looking forward to hearing what he has to say since it’s been a good few weeks since you really discussed what’s going on between you. As well as that nagging in your mind, telling you that you should probably ask what’s going on with Jimin…

I told you so.

That’s what he’ll most definitely say…Ah, you can’t hide from the truth.

Most of all, you’re looking forward to being in his arms, hearing him say your name in that deep, baritone voice of his.

Stomach doing a twist, you stand at the front door and ring the doorbell, not waiting for less than a second as the door swings open to reveal Mr. Kang, bowing as you enter.

“It’s been a while, Ms ___. Come,” he ushers you around the pillars, taking you through a small passage before pausing behind a door with one frosted glass window, “he’s waiting for you here.”

He leaves you to prepare yourself before you finally press down the silver handle, the back of Taehyung’s head coming into view. The smile that begins to hurt your cheeks falls away when you catch sight of a woman seated at the corner of the table next to him, giggling as she touches his arm.

You clear your throat, unable to bring the same enthusiastic smile to your face as he rises from his seat and approaches you.

He says nothing, just eyes your tense figure before pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug, mumbling into your shoulder.

“I missed you so much.”

The woman looks to be in her early thirties, donning similar attire to him as she sits perched on the edge of the chair, twirling a shiny, gold pen with her eyes on you.

Taehyung draws back, hands lingering on your elbows as his brown eyes dance across your face, coy smile tugging at his lips. There’s tons you want to say to him, but you feel incredibly awkward having someone watch this tender moment with scrutinizing eyes.

You peek around him, “who’s this?”

He presses a hand to the small of your back, taking you further into the brightly lit room and around the long, grey table. This looks to be a conference room, table stretching to the back with a whiteboard tacked onto the end wall.

“This is Deiji, Eun Deiji, one of my good friends from high school.”

She slaps his chest as she stands, mock surprise on her face, “good friends? He means best friends.”

You join in their laughter half-heartedly, seeing the way his eyes flash with fondness as she pinches his arm.

Extending her hand in your direction, she cocks a brow, “you are?”

Taehyung pushes down her hand, rolling his eyes, “ay don’t act like you don’t know. This is ___.” He turns to you, winking as he slides his free hand into his pocket, “I told you about her before.”

“Really? I can’t remember!” She holds a hand over her mouth as she cackles, silky hair tossed over her grey blazer, “I know a lot of ___s!”

He tugs you closer to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder which has you feeling a little uncomfortable, only because Deiji seems to be weirdly close to him by his other side.

“This is my ___.”

His words would’ve affected you, if she wasn’t cackling again which seems to be her thing. To laugh at anything he says. You haven’t dealt with many girl best friends in the past, but from what Yuri told you, ninety percent of the time, they can be a massive pain in the ass if you’re in a relationship with their guy best friend.

You find it odd that Taehyung hadn’t mentioned her before, and he said that they were good friends in high school. Perhaps the nature of their relationship changed. However, with the way she giggles and falls onto him – you think otherwise.

Her gaze rakes up and down your figure, eyebrows lifting to her hairline as she holds eye contact. You think it’s her tactic to try and intimidate you, but you stare back, seeing her squirm.

“Deiji and I plan to merge our companies before the next year,” he informs, taking you with him to the door. “So I arranged to meet her here since she wouldn’t mind. Right, Deiji?”

“Of course,” she smirks, reaching up to rest her hand on his shoulder, “anything for my Tae Tae.”

Your tongue turns sour, stomach gurgling as you watch them exchange secretive smiles, as if sharing an inside joke. Which has you feeling like a third wheel.

Why did he invite you over if he was still busy with her? You could’ve waited out in the lounge since you’ve been here a few times before. But you know he instructed Mr. Kang to bring you to him.

After sharing a few hushed giggles, she pecks each of his cheeks goodbye, not giving you a second look as she brushes past you and exits through the front hallway while Taehyung steers you in the direction of the lounge.

He draws the curtains, hands on his hips as he watches you sit awkwardly at the edge of the couch cushion.

“You’re cold.”

You rub your arm, “a little.”

He calls over Mr. Kang with a curl of his finger, gesturing to the fireplace you hadn’t noticed before until today. Sliding a hand over the mantle, he orders Mr. Kang to put it on, coming around the armchair to huff into the couch next to you, taking his hands into your lap.

“How have you been? How’s Junho? How was your little vacation?”

“Good, good,” you giggle, comforted by the way his thumbs rub circles into the backs of your hands, “it’s all been good. What about you?”

He juts out his bottom lip, “same old.”

You hit his shoulder with your fist lightly, “hey, how come you never mentioned Deiji before?”

Rubbing his bottom lip with his index finger, he raises a confused brow, “what do you mean?”

“I mean how come you didn’t talk about her before. She’s your best friend, right? And we’re…us. So why didn’t you tell me about her?”

He chuckles lowly, pinching at your cheek, “what’s that?”

Your eyebrows furrow, perplexed.

“What?”

“That,” he smirks, thumb traveling to your chin, “that little whine.”

“I’m not whining.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

Mr. Kang clears his throat, rocking on his feet, “all done, sir.”

“Thank you, Mr. Kang.”

An orange flicker of light kisses your skin as he leaves the lounge, fire crackling and hissing to have you hypnotised for a moment. Taken back to your childhood when your dad would light up the fireplace and wrap you up in a blanket, bouncing you on his lap to keep you warm.

“Hm?”

You’re stirred out of your thoughts by Taehyung’s voice, now tucked under his arm, “what was that?”

“I asked you what you’re thinking about.”

“Oh. Nothing.”

He hums, “would you like anything to eat, drink? Stay for dinner?”

“I had coffee with Yoongi before I came here, and I can’t stay for dinner.”

“Why not?” He pouts, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Junho has school tomorrow, he has to get to bed early.”

He clicks his tongue, “you should’ve brought him along.”

You laugh, poking at his chest, “he’s with Yuri today.”

“Yeah? Not with his father?”

“No, Jungkook left.”

He yawns, stretching one arm over his head, “yeah? Where to?”

“I’m not…sure.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

Silence falls over you, the pleasant smell of firewood burning pleasing to your nostrils, along with Taehyung’s woody fragrance.

“How’s Junho doing? You know,” he scratches the back of his head, shifting closer, “since his father is gone.”

“Not too good.” You admit to yourself more than him.

“Ah,” he laments, “I hate to see the little guy sad. You should bring him over this weekend, we’ll have fun.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle lightly, moving further into his warmth as you tuck your hands between your knees, “I’ll let you know.”

“I’m actually leaving tomorrow night, that’s why I wanted to see you.”

“Really?”

He tilts his head to the side, nodding, “yeah, I was supposed to leave earlier but then…everything that happened with Jimin.”

You perk up, eyes going wide, “what happened with Jimin?”

A regretful look floods his face as he covers his eyes with his hand, “he wasn’t cautious.”

“What do you mean? Is he okay?”

“I don’t know, honestly. He hasn’t been answering my calls or texts or emails. Nothing.”

You return to your initial position on the couch, mind clogged with deflating thoughts.

“Mine too.”

He’s quiet again, hand cupping your shoulder as he pulls you even further into his embrace, asking you to look at him. With the new position, you can see down his baby blue dress shirt, distracted by the sliver of skin visible to you.

“This is the part where I say I told you so,” he laughs heartily, fingers running down the back of your head.

You huff, “so say it.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, “nah.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he shrugs, tone forgiving, “everyone makes mistakes.”

“Yeah, except my mistake is at somebody else’s expense. Now I don’t know if Jimin is alive or—”

“Hey,” he sniggers, bringing your gaze to his with his hand on your cheek, “he’s alive. You haven’t seen Jimin in action like I have. That guy can hold his own.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! He’s a highly trained professional. Able to take on multiple roles of security. I even considered hiring him as my bodyguard when things went down at the warehouse.”

That sparks your interest.

“What exactly went down at the warehouse?”

He laughs defeatedly, shaking his head, “we were just goofing around.”

“Goofing around?! Yoongi got shot! By you! Need I remind you?”

“I know,” he sighs, gazing into the void as he revisits the memory, “I know.”

“So…that happened because you were all just—” you shrug theatrically “—goofing around?”

“Well,” he trails off, suddenly sounding a little closed off, “I guess Jungkook tried to intimidate me, tell me to back off.”

“Back off what?”

He nails you with an ‘are you serious’ stare, “you, obviously. You and Junho, I suppose.”

“So you guys just decided to just duel and have a gunfight?”

“Like I said,” he interjects, “Jungkook tried to intimidate me, he didn’t think I came armed myself. And when he fired, poorly, I should add - I fired back and Yoongi got in the way.”

“How did Yoongi get in the way if you aimed at…?”

“Jungkook. I aimed at Jungkook.”

Your jaw drops, “are you serious?”

“Relax,” he grumbles, sitting up as he moves away slightly, “I wasn’t gonna kill him, just a harmless shot to his shoulder or upper arm.”

“That could’ve killed him.”

“But it didn’t, jeez. He fired at me first. It was an act of defence.”

“Fair enough.”

The mood shifts between you, your shoulder suddenly so cold as he props his elbow on the armrest in contemplation, back turned to you. You replay the conversation in your head, scouring the depths of your brain for something to say to him.

Hopping closer to him on the couch, you rest your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck to kiss the side of his face.

“So you’ve overcome your embarrassment.”

A smile tugs at his lips, mole on his nose crinkling at he scrunches up his face.

“What did my mother tell you?”

“Oh nothing,” you boast, sliding into his lap as you mouth down his neck, “just that you regard me very highly.”

His cheeks turn pink, the corners of his mouth fighting to break into an even bigger smile before he buries his head into your shoulder, curls tickling your skin.

“I missed this,” he whispers, large hands curling around your thighs.

“Missed you,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as his lips trail up the junction of your neck to stop at the corner of your mouth.

Your smile morphs into a frown when you sniff into his shoulder and get the smell of the painfully sweet perfume that Deiji was wearing. It spoils your mood once again. He seems to notice, eyes filled with concern.

“What? Do I smell bad?”

You really need to work on hiding your expressions better.

“No, it’s just…”

“What?”

You pluck at his collar, “I can smell Deiji’s perfume on you.”

“Really?” He twists his neck to sniff at his shoulder, “I can’t smell anything.”

Sliding your hands around his neck, you shake your head to dismiss the topic, “it’s alright.”

“No,” he mutters, sitting back as he begins to unbutton his shirt, “if it bothers you then I’ll get rid of it. Her perfume was giving me a headache too.”

You chuckle, seeing how his eyebrow jumps when you meet his gaze again.

“What?”

He sits back on his hands, buttons halfway done, “help me out.”

Biting back a grin, you lean forward and work on undoing the rest of the buttons, feeling his stare burn into your features once you’re done and too shy to look at him again.

“You know you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

Your lips part with indignance, “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Oh yeah?” He towers over you, pressing you into the seat of the leather couch.

“Yes,” you squeak, admiring how sexy he looks with his shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, hairy arms flexing under his weight.

“But you looked so cute, whining and pouting.”

He presses his knee to your clothed core, cocking his head to the side as his hands slide up and under your skirt, pinching your thigh to hear you whimper.

“Tae,” you sigh, panties sticking to your folds. Reaching up, you press your palm to his heated skin, dragging it down to the dark tufts of hair below his navel. You gasp once he finds your clit, prodding at the swollen bud through the flimsy material with his nail.

“So pretty when you say my name,” he susurrates, kissing your neck noisily, “but I like it better when you scream it out for everyone to here. Not a care in the world but me and the way I fuck you so good.”

Your core clenches, lips pressing into each other as your clit pulses.

He chuckles darkly, tongue running across his top teeth before he sets his entire weight onto your body just as he pushes your panties to the side and sinks two fingers into you. You grip onto his shoulders, chasing his lips once he finds that spongy spot inside you to have your thighs shake.

“Missed this, hm?” You moan when he curls his fingers, hooking it inside you and pressing down on your lower abdomen with his pelvis, keeping you pinned to the couch.

Walls quivering around his fingers, he keeps his mouth on yours and teases you with his tongue, dragging the wet muscle across your lips while his long fingers fuck into you at breakneck speed. You cling onto him, sweat building on your back as you jut your hips into his hand, crying out when he begins to rub fast circles on your clit.

He groans when you bite onto his shoulder, thick cock twitching against your thigh as your nails pierce into his back, rocking into his hand lewdly.

Taehyung works his fingers into you, building up the pressure as he pinches your clit to have a gasp tumbling from your lips. You’re flailing around, groaning as he works you to your high and presses down on your lower belly, covering your mouth with his when you cum. 

“You like that, don’t you? Gonna cum for me? Let me hear all your pretty sounds? Hm?”

Goosebumps erupt on your skin, back arching as you drench his fingers in your slick, dripping down his hand. 

“So pretty when you cum, fuck.” He takes your tongue between his lips, bobbing his head as he suckles on the pink muscle while you’re coming down from your high, trembling as his fingers continue to fuck into your wet cunt. “You love to tease me, don’t you? Now it’s my turn.”

“Tae,” you sob, squirming away from him when the sharp movements of his fingers become too much. 

He nips on your earlobe, panting as much as you, “you can take more, hm? I know you can.”

You glance around, suddenly self-aware, “let’s go upstairs.”

He chuckles, taking his fingers out of your pussy to pop into his mouth, grunting with the taste. His pupils are blown, swallowing up your moans as he kisses you feverishly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

“They’ll still be able to hear you.”

Grabbing at his shoulders, you manage to flip him over, only because he lets you. You beam at him, nails catching on his darkened nipples to hear him groan out your name, kneading at your thighs.

You kiss the space between his pecs, tongue gliding up to linger on his Adam’s apple.

“But you don’t mind.”

Oak interior and dark blinds to match, you sit opposite Namjoon as he scribbles away on his notepad, pushing his glasses up the slope of his nose. You’re usually here with Jungkook, now the orange couch feels a little empty without him. He would’ve been rolling his eyes at Namjoon’s curiosity, constantly checking his watch.

“I was hoping Jungkook would come along,” he states without lifting his head, “I needed to speak to him as well.”

“He’s out of town,” you inform, drumming on the armrest.

His head snaps up, “for how long?”

“I don’t know.”

He hums to himself, leaning back in his chair as he slots his fingers together, “that explains Junho’s behavior today. How are your nightmares?”

You gaze out the window, seeing raindrops splatter against the windowpanes.

“Haven’t had any during our vacation, but they started again once we came back home.”

“Interesting. Do you think a change of environment is what you needed?”

“Don’t know. I’m just worried about Junho, what happened at school today?”

He tips his head, narrowing his eyes at you, “you need to stop ignoring your own cries for help.”

You chew on your lip, nodding at his words just so he’ll cut to the chase. As it is you’re so nervous to know why he called you over.

“What did you want to tell me about Junho?”

He waves you over, rising from his chair to pull out a large file from one of the shelves behind him. You stand on the other end of the desk, opening the folder carefully once he slides it in your direction.

“I wanted to show you Junho’s paintings.”

The first is a tree, round, red dots spotting the green. It takes your breath away. He never showed you his paintings before. The second is the sky, a bright orange sun bleeding into a darker shade of blue – the beach.

“Impressive for a six-year-old. And we don’t offer painting until next semester for kids his age.”

“Really impressive,” you speak around a smile, each painting getting better and better, the strokes so precise and practiced, he paints better than you, “I think he mentioned that he paints with Jungkook. His father is also really talented at painting.”

Namjoon rocks back into his seat, spinning from side to side, “so it runs in the family.”

You giggle, “I guess so. Wow.” Your fingers stroke the lines making up the image of his room at Jungkook’s house, the view of the pool from his room perfectly visible through the small square right in the center. He even got all his toys down, his shelf lined with cars.

Namjoon drags the folder back to him, flipping delicately before he pauses and slides it back over to you.

“That’s the one I wanted to show you.”

Your heart leaps to your throat. Eyes drifting across the page, you don’t know where to look. He still needs to learn how to paint people better, but the image is as clear as day.

A man stands with his arm outstretched, that arm covered in dark markings and at the end, a gun. On the other end of the page, another man, this time laying down, his eyes curved closed, red paint covering his figure.

Namjoon reaches over, turning the page over. Your hand flies to your mouth, gasping as you take in the sight.

The same man with the markings on his hand, a knife in his hand pointed to the air as he stands on a pile of bodies, all drenched in red paint. Namjoon flips the page over again, but you can’t bare to look, suddenly so aware of your own hands touching your skin, the breath leaving your lips, hair dusting your back as a chilly breeze fights its way through the shut windows.

“Either Jungkook is teaching him how to paint that or he’s seeing these things himself. There’s a stark contrast between his landscape paintings and the ones with figures. And I’m sure you noticed it too.”

You blink, feeling a little lightheaded.

“I don’t think it’s suitable for Junho to be around his father anymore,” Namjoon states matter-of-factly, closing the file and tucking it under his arm. “I could take this matter to my superiors but I thought I should tell you first.”

Disgruntled, you approach his desk, “are you threatening me?”

“No, I am not,” he snaps, folding his arms, “I’m informing you first so you can make a change, if I don’t see one then I’ll have to bring this to the principal’s attention, and we’ll take it from there.”

“You mean…take Junho away?”

He purses his lips.

“You’re not seeing my point, I’m worried for Junho, and if you were too, then you’ll keep him away from Jungkook because everyone knows that he’s a dangerous man.”

“Now you’re hinting that I’m not worried for my child,” you quake, pacing to the door then back to his desk, “he loves his father.”

“I know,” Namjoon sighs, resting his arms on the desk, “Jungkook loves him too, anyone can see that. But it’s just not safe. For Junho and you.”

The place where your heart once rested feels like a phantom thundering in your chest, hollow but still beating.

“I know Jungkook would never hurt any of you, but you’d have to think again about his associates.”

Somehow, your mind goes to that scar Jungkook has on his stomach. And a ball forms in your throat. If anyone touched a hair on Junho’s head, you don’t know what you would do.

“Jungkook’s line of business,” he shakes his head, speaking lowly, “These are Junho’s formative years, if this goes on, I’m not going to sit back and watch. It’s not safe at all for a child.”

Why does it hurt more to hear it from a stranger than your own wilful mind?

“Think about it.”

Now you’re thinking about all that you could’ve told Namjoon earlier today. Jungkook is starting his own textile company, he’s trying his best to be a good father, things are okay between you two. And…he’s starting his own family.

You’re trying to contact Jungkook, but he isn’t picking up. You don’t know why — but you just really need to speak to him. To tell him what Namjoon showed you and what he told you after. You haven’t spoken to him since the day he left and a major part of you wants to know how he’s doing. If he’s alright. What he’s up to. But you’re getting sent straight to voicemail. 

It’s also unlike him to not call and check up on Junho. He would do that every time Junho stayed with you since he got back. It used to bug you then...now you’re wishing you had that again.

Breaths quickened, you dial his number again, phone slipping from your hand when you hear a knock on the front door. 

Shuffling over, you open the door to find Seojoon standing there, lopsided smile in place as he holds up a pack of beers. 

“It’s been a long time since we’ve hung out, can I come in?”

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does taehyung remember that him and y/n almost kissed? or has no one told him? 🤔

ah I’ve got an idea for a good (and very short) drabble 🫣 he was basically too wasted to remember but this happened after jk left for work and they stayed alone in jk’s apartment:

“So… does this feel like home to you?”

Snorting, you glance at Taehyung’s hangover face where the amused grin almost outshines it all. Jungkook’s been barely gone for an hour and your friend is already trying to get on your nerves. Well, at least he’s no longer throwing up and he looks like he’s on the right path to get better from the bothering hangover. 

“What are you trying to do this time?” you ask instead, impressed by his teasing as you clearly show it to him as he keeps grinning at you with his puffy face. “And get your face away from me.” you add, digging your finger into his cheek as you try to push him away from him as he dramatically gasps.

“My face is clean and I brushed my teeth!” he exclaims and you giggle, almost feeling bad for him because yes, he smells nice. Like Jungkook’s shower gel and mouthwash.

“Well, I guess you’re obviously feeling better since you’re in your amazing teasing mood.” The sarcasm brings a smile to his face as you roll your eyes at him, while Taehyung makes himself comfortable on Jungkook’s couch.

Your bodies covered with the fluffy and huge blanket, you could easily go back to sleep. Jungkook will most likely come back later than usual, considering he’s got work.

“Nah, I still feel like shit,” Taehyung corrects you by the wave of his hand as you laugh a little. “I just barely have the time to talk to you alone. Eye to eye, you know? Besides, whenever I tease you and Kook’s around, he’s coming to your rescue. It’s hard to make fun of you these days.”

“Fuck you,” you tell him with yet another snort. “At least he’s having my back. Somebody has to because of you.” you joke, Taehyung grinning almost proudly.

“Honey, you can easily tell me to fuck off. Jungkook doesn’t have to do that for you.”

“He doesn’t do that for me,” you roll your eyes, “It’s nice to have another person to tell you to fuck off though.”

A second of silence passes before you both start to cackle, clearly in a better mood now that alcohol is slowly gone from your system.

“Ah, even laughing hurts.” Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose and dramatically shuts his eyes as you giggle.

“You got so wasted. I don’t know what we were thinking. I can’t believe you convinced me to drink on Sunday.”

“Darling, you didn’t need much convincing in the first place,” Taehyung comments and you nudge him in the shoulder as he snorts. “But yeah, it was kinda stupid now that I think about it. But,” he quickly adds with one finger up in the air. “You only live once. Can you imagine not drinking? That would be so boring!”

You roll your eyes at the cheesiness of his words.

“You know… you can drink without getting wasted,” you point out, “It’s just hard to do in your presence. You do some black magic on us every time.”

“It’s my charms and good looks.”

“Get over yourself.” you tell him immediately, meeting his amused smirk again.

It’s no secret Taehyung is handsome, he knows it, you know it. Everyone knows it.

“How much do you even remember of last night?”

“Not much, I was pretty wasted. Did I do something unusual?” he asks, chuckling a little at the idea.

Drunk Taehyung is definitely dangerous for any woman in the radius of ten kilometers. He tends to get flirty a lot, probably haven’t gotten punched in the face as much as he deserved considering how many times he hit on a taken woman. To his defense, not that he knew. He’s not the type to ruin any relationship. He’s flirty, actually more than that but he’s not there to ruin anything. Anyway, it’s a miracle he always somehow got out of it without ruining his face.

And that’s what Taehyung means. Him being his usual self while being totally wasted.

“Not until on our way home,” you chuckle, “You danced with some girl though, and left me on a dance floor alone.” you narrow your eyes at him playfully as he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Sorry.”

“You’re not sorry at all.”

He doesn’t argue, running his long fingers through his brown hair instead. “What happened on our way home? I remember Jungkook helping me to get into the car but it’s very hazy. I can’t tell what was and wasn’t real.”

“We almost kissed in the car.” you admit, scrunching your nose as Taehyung opens his mouth until he bursts into a laughter.

“Ew!” He even adds and you slap him on his arm looking rather offended by the disgust in his tone. “You’re like my sister!” he quickly explains.

“Your dumbass came up with the idea.” you inform him and he relaxes, shooting you a smirk along with shrugging his shoulder.

“What can I say, I get wild sometimes.”

Snorting, you shake your head.

“How did it even happen?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t remember much but I think I got slightly sad about my appearance and you started hyping me up,” you laugh, “Ah, I think you told me you’d totally go for me if I wasn’t your friend!” you exclaim, snapping your fingers in his direction.

“I was very wasted apparently,” he jokes and you sulk, shooting him a glare as he nudged your shoulder. “I’m joking. You looked fine.”

“Anyways,” you start with a stern tone, “And then I think you asked if we should kiss and we totally went for it.”

“Oh my god, did we kiss?” he gasps, staring at your face while searching for your answer as you shake your head.

“No,” you answer, “Jungkook separated us before we could which I think was a great idea. Can you imagine us waking up knowing we were kissing?”

“Fuck, I don’t know how I’d feel about it. Is that why Jungkook was glaring at me in the morning?”

You snort, “No? I think you started throwing up as soon as he got out of the room. The whole living room probably smelled like your vomits. Who wouldn’t glare at you?”

“Yeah, he did complain about the smell.” Taehyung cringes but doesn’t look too apologetic which makes you laugh.

“Fuck, the lack of sex was getting to me,” Taehyung comments, “Sorry about the… kiss?” he cringes, “I get horny when I’m wasted sometimes.”

“Too much information, Tae,” you scrunch your nose, “It’s all good. Somehow we thought it’s a perfect idea at that time. I’m glad things aren’t weird between us though. I don’t know how I’d act the next morning if we really kissed and we remembered it.”

“Oh, come on,” Taehyung grins, “We would be acting fucking weird at first but I think we could move past it. It would be just a drunk kiss. Do you know how many of those I had?”

“You had more than just a drunk kiss, Tae.”

“Not the point.”

“But still, we’re friends. It’s different.”

“Yeah, friends. But isn’t J—“

“Stop,” you quickly cut him off, “Don’t even go there or I’m calling Jungkook to kick you out of here.”

“Cruel,” Taehyung smirks, knowing nobody could kick him out even if they wanted to. “Using Jungkook like this against me.”

Your tongue stuck out is the perfect response to everything.

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bad decisions - jjk | nine

"You made your choice." "I made no such thing," you wail, but the stream of water has you spluttering—and then you're laughing. Laughing just like he is; like how you imagine Galileo would have laughed when he first pointed his telescope skyward, and saw the rings of Saturn. It's unadulterated. Blissful. Pure. Jungkook loosens his grip on your wrists. He rests his elbows on your shoulders, using his hands to create a barrier between the stream of water and your eyes. There's glitter on your cheeks, now, forced to part way with your eyes thanks to the water pressure, and Jungkook finds himself grinning at how you manage to look like a party even in the middle of the day. Perhaps he's a lot more like Galileo than you first thought. Maybe he's laughing because he's looking at the stars, too.

Bad Decision #9 - White

warnings: birdie time he he. honestly just very wholesome all round, but the embers are burningggg, they're very wet! fantastic! (1) mention of Hang Sơn Đoòng (worlds biggest cave).

soundtrack: lemon - loco, hwasa; safety zone - j-hope

wc: 6k

bd total wc: 370k (on-going)

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Summer is reaching the end of its peak, but monsoons are still a looming threat. There have been weather warnings all month, but today seems okay. You've an umbrella tucked into your tote just in case, legs crossed as you flick through your notifications on the subway.

It's mid-morning the following Monday when Jungkook's message lands in your inbox. The sky is free of clouds, sun beating down on the windows of the subway carriage you're in. It's above ground, crossing the river.

Three unread messages sit pretty at the top of your inbox.

JK: Still on for today?

Danbi: u, me, ryan reynolds in lycra, tonight. game?

Seokjin: such a tease, you know i love those shorts on you - if memory serves me correctly they were off far more than they were on whenever you wore them ;) you around tonight?

Jungkook is probably the only one who needs a reply, and yet you can't help but stare at Seokjin's message for a little longer than you should.

If Danbi knew you were texting him, she'd probably confiscate your phone, like your parents used to do during your teen years. Jungkook'd probably throw all your stupid little origami birds at you. Would hope you'd get a paper cut.

It'd be deserved, you think.

Jungkook had wasted his entire Sunday on you as a result of Seokjin's carelessness. You didn't leave until Jimin had taken a nap on the couch at just gone six, your day full of mindless chatter and harmless distractions from Seokjin. It had been nice. Comforting.

And yet when you'd arrived home, a text had been waiting from Seokjin—heyyy, sorry I had to rush off. didn't wanna wake you. you looked toooo cute. was so nice to see you again.

It's kind of embarrassing, the way your heart seemed to settle at the sight of it; like things were as they should be once more.

You told yourself that Seokjin hadn't meant to upset you. That it was all a big misunderstanding.

He said everything you wanted him to in that message. Said sorry. Maybe he didn't give you an excuse nor an explanation, but he did give you a compliment, and that had you giggling.

Had you thinking that maybe you'd been reactive, and were too highly strung. Perhaps he was never the issue. What if it was you?

Still, it's Jungkook's message thread you tap through to instead. 

You: yeah, just on the subway now! we're still meeting there?

You contemplate whether or not you want to tell him that you've spoken to Seokjin later. He'll no doubt ask about him, with a sneer on his lips, nose upturned at the mere thought of him. You know you'll only lie. "No. Not heard from him."

It's not that you want to be dishonest. Not in the slightest.

You're no stranger to a white lie or two, but Jungkook had scooped up all of your broken pieces in the early hours of yesterday morning, and tried to washi tape them back together—only for you to run straight back to the person holding a sledgehammer.

You don't want to be reckless with the care Jungkook's afforded to you; it's just that while Jin's got a sledgehammer in one hand, it also looks like he's got super glue in the other. It's a little bit stronger than washi tape.

Especially Jungkook's rolls of washi tape, which are the entire reason why you're spending your day off on the subway, and not tucked up in bed, instead.

Jungkook had devised a plan following the fall of your origami bird, but had neglected to tell you exactly what that plan was.

Had said, "Look, I won't lie—I can't help you with this. Gimmie the evening to think of a plan, though? I'll text you later."

He'd texted you an address by the time you'd arrived home. Told you not to search it up; said he'd meet you there at midday. Kind of felt like a challenge, and you don't like losing, so you'd done as he'd said. Other than putting the address into Naver maps to find the route, you were none the wiser as to where you were headed.

The subway leads you to the outskirts of town. Down by the river, just a little further up from the arboretum you always tell yourself you should visit more often. You're local to the city, but it's so vast that there are still areas you aren't too familiar with. This is one of them. You know what's in the general area—the arboretum, an old water park, and some museums, but you've no idea what the exact address could be.

As you climb the stairs, you're regretful of the fact you actually listened to Jungkook. Should have looked up the address beforehand. Seen what was about; what dress code would have been appropriate.

Denim shorts hug your curves, and a little white blouse sits prettily on your shoulders. You're making the most of the summer while it lasts; skin exposed, despite the judgement thrown your way by the ajummas you pass on the street.

A mirror selfie had been sent to Seokjin before you'd left the house, in reply to his collarbone-wielding, broad shoulder-baring bed selfie. His hair had been messy, and there was a little pink mark on his neck. You're pretty sure you left it there. Didn't wanna focus on it for too long just in case you realised that you didn't.

There had been a little tactful positioning of your phone in front of your face when you took your photo. Had been covering your eyes. Hiding the glitter.

And it's funny, 'cause it's the first thing that Jungkook notices when he spots you.

You're looking around, realising exactly where you are, a frown slowly forming. He'd expected nothing less. You always arrive with a small frown whenever he's around—but he also always manages to get you beaming, too. It's part of the charm that comes with being around Jungkook. Bad moods dissolve into nothingness.

He smiles, just like he always does. Waves. Throws you not one, but two peace signs. His thin lips plumpen into a pout as he wiggles his shoulders, the ease of acting childishly coming naturally when he's around you.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He glows as if he hadn't seen you less than twenty-four hours ago.

Strolling towards you, he ignores the slight scowl that's resting on your neat brows. Just continues smiling. All doe-eyed and dainty. Hopes you won't be able to resist breaking into a smile, too.

He likes your glitter today. It's just in the corners of your eyes. Thinks you look like a fairy.

"I'm wearing white!" is all you can say, a little exasperation clouding your words, before laughter begins to tumble from your lips whether you want it to or not. "You asshole! You should have warned me!"

Jungkook's wearing all black. A pair of shorts, a long sleeve swimming shirt and one of his many oversized black t-shirts over the top. See, he's dressed according to his plans—the plans that he neglected to share with you.

But he's a man. How much can you really expect from him? You doubt he's ever had to run home in the middle of a thunderstorm with his arms crossed over his chest to protect his modesty. Doubt his eyes have ever felt the unwelcome intrusion of sodden mascara running into them.

"Oh, chill out, Disco Ball," he banters, rolling his eyes as he twiddles his lip ring with his tongue. He comes to a stop in front of you. Pouts. Pushes his lips to the side, and his cheek slowly rises like a freshly baked loaf of bread. "It's only a little water. Worst comes to the worst, we'll just buy you another shirt."

When Jungkook says it's only a 'little water,' he's telling a big fat lie.

You're both well aware that 'little' is hardly the appropriate word to use.

Not when you're standing next to the entrance of the largest outdoor waterpark in the city.

You don't want to say definitively, but you think it might be the largest waterpark in the entire district. Biggest you've ever been to, that's for sure, not that you really make a habit of it.

"Look," he says. "You're the one who wrote the bird, not me. Blame yourself."

"And you're the one who didn't give me a dress code," you reply with a small scoff. He's unbelievable.

It's not like he was ever supposed to see your birds. Your intention had only ever been for the pair of you to vent out your frustration; to see them in black and white and maybe colour them in.

"You could have just looked at Naver. Seen where you were going."

"You told me not to!"

Jungkook smirks to himself, a little pleased with how much you seem to have blindly trusted him. 

He also thinks it's incredibly foolish, and adds it to his list of things he needs to worry about in the future. While it's him that you're mindlessly following the orders of, it's okay, he supposes. Knows you're safe. Nothing to worry about right now.

"You'll be fine, Byeol," he says, hooking an arm around your neck, rubbing his knuckles against the crown of your head. You don't even bother to scramble away, sensing his grip tighten when your back edges out from his grasp. With arms like his, you're ensnared whether you like it or not. "You bring your bird?"

He keeps his arm locked around your neck, resting on your shoulders, but stands a little straighter as you head in direction of the waterpark. His relaxed posture allows you to rummage around in your tote bag for the small piece of folded paper. It's in the bottom, a little crumpled, but still quite clearly in bird form.

Jungkook pinches it from you as soon as you retrieve it, not seeming to care much for the fact that it's your bird. You're locked in by his arms as he strengthens some of the creases that have fallen lax thanks to the lack of attention you'd been paying when you tossed it into the bag.

"You're gonna give yourself bad bird luck," he tells you. "Gotta preserve them, Byeol, or otherwise you'll never overcome your fears."

"I'm not really sure we'll be overcoming any fears today," you mutter in response.

He takes great offence to this. Tells you to 'stop being a negative Nancy', and that 'you'll never overcome your fears with an attitude like that'. You pinch him through his shirt. He recoils away from you, finally giving you a little room to breathe.

And then he calls you a goblin.

"That's rich," you snort, peering into your bag once again to get your wallet, shooing his hands away as he brings out his own wallet from his shorts pocket. "Nah, this is on me. My fear. I'll pay."

There's an attempt from him to protest, but you just tell the cashier you're paying for two, and there's very little he can do about it. He feels bad. This is, after all, his idea. He gave you no wiggle room. You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for him.

A bathroom? Maybe.

But not here.

"Absolutely not," you had exclaimed yesterday afternoon after reading the bird. Jungkook couldn't stop laughing. "Stop! You'll give me a complex."

He hadn't meant to find it so funny - he was just taken by surprise. It's a reflex.

"No, no," he cooed. "It's cute. Really sweet, actually. Should have told me last night. Could have actually done something about it."

It was at that point that you flicked him on the forehead. Told him to go touch some grass. Get his head out of his ass.

And then, finally, you told him, "You're never showering with me."

In typical Jungkook fashion, he'd just smirked. Found your defensiveness funny. "And nor is anyone else, apparently."

The bird resting on Jungkook's stomach was laying flat, open on your words:

!!SHOWER WITH SOMEONE ELSE!!

He thinks it's the all-caps that cracked him up so much. So aggressive. So cute. A bit like you.

Showers had been one of your favourite forms of intimacy during past relationships. You'd even found it fun with casual hookups.

But now?

Feels forbidden. Tarnished. Dirty.

It's almost as if someone else running their hands over your skin beneath the water will rid you of the stain that Seokjin left - and if you're not his, whose are you?

It's stupid because you don't belong to anyone but yourself. You'd spent months resenting the removal of your identity, but now that you have the chance to reclaim it, you're still letting his mark remain.

You had told Jungkook later that afternoon—with absolute certainty—that he'd never be facing that fear with you, only for him to say, "It doesn't have to be that big of a deal. I'll prove it to you."

And now he's trying to do exactly that.

He leads as you follow and make your way into the park. It's been a fair few years since your last visit, but it always looks the same; paint work a little tatty, white watermarks tarnishing pipes, and slightly dated equipment available for hire. In fact, you think the inflatables sitting pretty and ready for renting might be the same ones you used as a child on family trips.

"Still don't understand how on earth this is supposed to help me with my fear of intimacy," you speak softly once Jungkook is done telling you about the tallest waterslide in the world. It's in Brazil, and he insists that he doesn't understand why on earth they called it Kilimanjaro when it's not even remotely close in height nor geographical location.

You tell him he's pedantic and he smiles as if you've just given him a gold star.

"It's helping because we're making it less scary," Jungkook states all very plainly. Seems simple to him. His logical mind leaps from A to B, while yours is still spiralling round and round like a hula-hoop. "What do you do in the shower?"

"When I'm with someone else?" You raise a brow. "Not sure I want to say it out loud in a kid's waterpark."

"Oh, ew, no, not that part. I mean the basics," he sighs, before choosing just to answer for you. "You get wet. That's the first hurdle."

"Kook, that's barely even the first meter," you counter. "And after that? There's still a billion hurdles left to jump."

"Well, you have to start somewhere, don't you?" He nudges his shoulder against yours, before spotting the concessions store up ahead. "See. Told you you'd be able to buy a shirt. Here."

He hands you his wallet, only for you to pass it right back.

"It's good, I'll get it."

"I dragged you here."

"And I'm the one who made that stupid bird," you laugh. "It's fine. Tell you what though, if they only have ugly shirts, you're gonna have to get one too. Can't be doing this alone."

"Watcha mean?"

"Well look at you," you shrug, as if it's plainly obvious. "You're in all black and—not that I agree with this, but—I'm sure some people will find you 'okay' looking. You know all the yummy mummies are gonna be swooning over you instead of looking after their kids."

"Swooning?" He grins with a small chortle. "Are you trying to insinuate something, Byeol?"

You gasp, and take a step away from him. "Are you saying I look like a mother?"

This, he decides rather quickly, is dangerous. You almost sound like you're flirting. It's not that he doesn't enjoy it, just that he knows he shouldn't indulge himself and yet-

"Maybe I'm into MILFs."

You've a remarkably good poker face. He can't tell if you're actually annoyed, until you look at him with a small smile. It's hidden by the sultry, tempestuous expression you're throwing his way, but definitely still there.

"So first I'm a mother, and now you wanna fuck me? Well, aren't you full of surprises?"

If there's one thing Jungkook enjoys, it's a girl who knows how to twist words. Regretfully, it always gets him thinking about other ways they could twist their tongues. The thoughts are unsavoury. Sordid. Lewd.

But you're you.

You're off-limits, and he knows better than to play with fire. He needs to get you wet.

Just, like, not in that way.

"I'll put you under that fountain if you don't stop twisting my words," he asserts as you walk through the park. To your right is a pool, with bright slides twisting in all directions around it. Families play, and laughter prevails. It's nice.

To your left is a row of spouting fountains for kids to run through, water pitter-pattering against the warm concrete floor. They're tall enough that even Jungkook could stand beneath them without issue. You always think they look like reverse umbrellas; water pouring where protection should be.

Puddles of water interrupt the walkway, but neither of you care all that much.

"Maybe if you got your head out your ass and stopped flirting"—

"Not flirting."

You scoff as sarcasm wraps itself around your words. "Yeah, and I'm a MILF."

He pauses. Stops walking. Laughs.

"Right," Jungkook says. "That's it."

It's said in a tone so light and airy that you almost don't realise he's wrapping his arms around you with a grip tight enough to crack a rib. Your playful shrieks are ignored by other park visitors, chalked up to you being a pair of young lovers enjoying the frivolity of a waterpark together.

"I'm in white!" is your final cry before he pulls you under the cascade of a fountain with him.

The worst part of it, you think, is how goddamn happy he sounds, laughing at your misery.

"And I told you to stop twisting my words, Byeol," he says like the bastard he is, while you struggle against him again. Finally releasing you, he keeps a clasp on your wrists to prevent you from straying. "You made your choice."

"I made no such thing," you wail, but the stream of water has you spluttering—and then you're laughing.

Laughing just like he is; like how you imagine Galileo would have laughed when he first pointed his telescope skyward, and saw the rings of Saturn. It's unadulterated. Blissful. Pure.

Jungkook loosens his grip on your wrists. He rests his elbows on your shoulders, using his hands to create a barrier between the stream of water and your eyes. There's glitter on your cheeks, now, forced to part way with your eyes thanks to the water pressure, and Jungkook finds himself grinning at how you manage to look like a party even in the middle of the day.

Perhaps he's a lot more like Galileo than you first thought. Maybe he's laughing because he's looking at the stars, too.

Water barrels down on the pair of you, soaking your hair, your clothes, your skin. It's heavy, the pressure of the fountain far heavier than a shower, but you suppose the outcome is the same.

You don't want to look at Jungkook with anything but moderate vexation, and yet there's a fond smile tugging at your lips.

Strands of wet hair stick to his face, droplets catching on his lashes and falling down his cheeks. He shakes like a dog caught out in the rain, only to continue getting drenched because he doesn't move from the fountains trajectory. It'd be so easy for him to just manoeuvre himself out of the fountain's direct line and hold you in place, but he chooses to be caught up in it, too. Chooses to be with you. Experience with you.

You'd done his bird together. Only fair for him to do yours with you.

"You still scared, Byeol?" Jungkook asks, voice quiet beneath the water pummeling down on you both, and yet it has your attention loud and clear.

You want to banter back, say something that will get tripping on his words just like you seem to be—but the rope tied around your ankles seems to be around your tongue, too. Instead, you just shake your head.

"See," he smiles, now. Pulls a hand away from your forehead to wipe at his. Puts it back. "Are showers really that scary?"

And then you do laugh. "It's not a shower. You know it isn't even close."

His face scrunches, water catching in all of his little ridges.

He'll admit the water is annoying. Keeps having to close his eyes. It's bothersome, and it's not like he even cares for boundaries anymore at this point, so—

Fuck it.

His pinkies are against your forehead, index fingers outward. He lowers his head, mirroring you. Rests his forehead against his index fingers. Swears. Can finally fucking see.

And now that he can?

He's looking at you.

With his head angled to such a degree that your chins couldn't be further apart, you still manage to fool yourself to believe that your lashes could brush.

"It's as close as we'll get to one," he counters. "You are showering with another person."

"I'm under a stream of water with another person."

"And how is that any different to showering with someone?"

He isn't stupid. He knows the answer. Knows that you're pedantic enough to go into all the clauses and stipulations that would ever stop this from being classed as a shower—and so he doesn't let you.

Instead, he pulls away, grabbing your wrist as he does so. Leads you further into the park with a smile so big you're surprised he doesn't dislocate his jaw.

"That's the hard part done," he assures you. "You've had a shower with someone. Say thank you."

There's an acute awareness between you both that he's not helped you to overcome your fear in the slightest—but he does have you laughing as you walk through the park, absolutely sodden, without a single care in the world. You're not even bothered by the fact your black bra is visible through the soaked fabric of your shirt.

See, Jungkook's gotten you relaxed in a situation when you know you'd typically be frantic. He's taking the pressure off. Got you giggling. Got you facing a fear, even if it's not exactly how he set out to do so, nor the fear in question.

In his defence, he really had thought his contrived little plan would count. He'd have never insisted on actually taking a shower with you. He understands why you consider them so intimate. He does, too. Something about the vulnerability really gets him. It's not even the sex that inevitably comes with one that makes him weak at the knees.

He thinks of the girl who folded paper butterflies for him, and how he'd shampoo her hair, chest pressed to her back, and the fact it was in the confines of his bathroom that he realised he was in love with her.

So, Jungkook gets it. It's why he wouldn't even consider anything but his dumb little waterpark shower as a remedy of your insecurities. He hopes a lesson is learned even if a fear isn't overcome: you can let down your guard without giving up all of you.

What it comes down to, you think, is that Jungkook isn't a taker. He's not a giver, either, really - but when your walls start to crack and crumble, he doesn't intrude. Stands at a safe distance. Offer you back your bricks. Most men you knew would see a weakness in your defences and claim what's yours as their own.

He's not always been this way. Used to have a 'what's yours is mine' understanding of his relationships, too.

His butterfly girl had taught him that no, just because he was given temporary access to something didn't mean it was his. He'd learnt the hard way after he'd always swapped his heart with hers, not realising she'd ever want it back.

And so while Jungkook will never fully understand whatever you went through - not unless you choose to share it with him - he can empathise. Treat you how he wished someone would have treated him while he was still healing.

As the clouds migrate across the sky, fluffy white shapes occasionally hiding the careful watch of the sun, the day rolls into stupid competitions and races down the tallest slides in the park. The reason you'd ended up here doesn't seem to matter.

Jungkook races you to the top of the slides again, and again, and again, just to try and beat you down them. He never wins.

Not until you hold back by just a millisecond.

It's just enough to give him a slight edge, and have him roaring in victory —"Ha! Suck it! Loser!"— as he slaps at the water, a smile larger than Hang Sơn Đoòng eclipsing any desire you had to win. You'll let him have this one. Let him have one victory.

The haze of late-afternoon sun grazes down on the pair of you, while you lounge by the 'adults-only' pool area. A lot of families have gone home already, but sometimes it's nice to be away from the shrieks of kids messing about in the water.

You're not exactly the maternal type. In fact, Jungkook's the one who's been pointing out how cute the kids are in their little armbands and sprout hairstyles. He's not wrong. They're incredibly adorable - you're just not that naturally inclined to go 'awww'.

It's all swings and roundabouts, though.

Getting away from kids meant being surrounded by, well, some less wholesome auras.

Jungkook thinks he notices it first; the unwelcome gaze of a middle-aged man. He's felt it for a little while. Upwards of ten minutes. Thinks you're none the wiser. Tries to figure out what's so fucking interesting. Stares him out a little bit - but is ignored.

See, the man—who is probably old enough to be your father—isn't looking at Jungkook at all. Too busy staring at you, and that shirt of yours which is still yet to dry out. You're on your back, sunning yourself, clothes sodden and sticking to your skin.

Jungkook thinks you look no different to anyone else in the park. It's typical to wear regular clothes in places like these. Would be more shocking if you were in a bikini. And so while yes, he has noticed the fact your bra is dark, he couldn't tell you the colour because he's been trying not to look. Actively avoiding it, actually.

Annoyance isn't something that Jungkook's ever been able to hide well.

As he sucks in a little bit of air between his teeth and mutters a small curse to himself, you glance over.

"Hmm?" you ask.

It's not like you don't know the man's staring. You had warned Jungkook about your attire earlier. Was always gonna happen. He just hadn't realised that this was the reason why you'd been so insistent about the fact he was an asshole for not giving you a dress code.

Realistically, you could have bought a second shirt - but the pair of you got distracted. Didn't care so much when you were laughing and joking about how you both look like rats with your hair all wet.

"Here," he says, tugging on his shirt at the nape of his neck. There's resistance, the weight of the water dragging against his skin, but he pays it no mind as he pulls the shirt over his head. You're still laying down on your back, and turn onto your front with a small grin.

"Y'know if I really was all that bothered, I'd just do this," you say, talking about your change in position. It's not that you want the man to stare - you just know he will regardless. Know that your shorts have ridden up a little, and so he's getting a whole new type of show.

Jungkook doesn't laugh. Smiles, but doesn't let it reach his eyes. Leans over and drapes the fabric of his shirt over the top of your legs. Over your ass. "You'll burn."

"I'm wearing suncream," you purr, knowing that this has nothing to do with keeping your skin safe.

And so Jungkook just shrugs. Considers staying silent. Chooses not to.

"He might wanna stare, Byeol," he almost growls beneath his breath, feigning indifference through his body language. "But I don't."

"You saying you can't help yourself?" You tease, to which he just rolls his eyes and lays back down.

"I can help myself perfectly well," he says, tongue flicking against the inside of his cheek. "Just didn't finish my sentence."

"Oh?" you chirp with great curiosity.

There's a boldness to the way you're engaging in conversation with him. Makes you realise that Jungkook is just the same as any other boy. He can see you as a sexual object, apparently. Just chooses not to. It's all very interesting.

"He might wanna stare, Byeol," he repeats, crossing his arms over his torso, a defensiveness to his posture, even when he's flat on his back. "But I don't want him to."

Though his eyes remain closed, Jungkook can hear you move to sit on your knees.

Your back is to the sleazebag, Jungkook's shirt bunching by your heels. You pull it around and bundle it in your lap, mouth resting open in a slight stare of shock.

Unspoken words beg for him to look at you.

But he doesn't. Keeps his eyes firmly shut. Grins. Just says, "Lie back down, Byeol."

The worst part is that you want to. You really do. When his voice is that low, the look on his face that cocky, you want to fold like a sheet of fucking origami paper. Have him bending you about like one of those damn birds.

But then you take a second to think, and realise you're no better than that guy who is still staring at you so intensely you're surprised he doesn't burst a blood vessel. Makes you feel bad. Guilty.

So instead you toss Jungkook his shirt back and, as you stand, say, "I've a fear of intimacy, Jungkook. No fear in telling men to fuck off."

He's not surprised by your response. Quite amused by it. Sits up on his elbows. Watches with curiosity as you walk away from him - and then is stunned to see you beeline for the man.

It's the kind of thing he'd see in a movie, background characters slowing to a stop, time ceasing to move except for the leading lady.

And then you're pointing. Accusing. Jungkook's not sure of what - he can't hear you from this far away - but he knows it isn't nice. Watches the blood drain from the man's face. He's ghostly. And then it all returns, red and raw, with such a vengeance he's surprised blood doesn't start leaking from his nose.

When you turn on your heel, Jungkook observes with morbid novelty at the scene unfolding; the intense shame on the man's face and the pure brilliance on yours.

"Men," you sigh, as you sit back down next to him. Mirroring his position, you're up on your elbows until you casually let yourself fall back into your original position. "Sorry, where were we? You told me to lie down? Done."

Jungkook doesn't say anything. Just grins. Collapses back down, too. Doesn't tell you to cover up. Knows better.

Doesn't shut up about it for the rest of the day, though.

Relays the story to you as if you weren't there—weren't central to it—with so much animation that you think he might turn into a cartoon on the subway home.

He's still talking about it between the part where he invites you back for dinner - "Jimin's gonna be in but it's cool. We haven't eaten all day, you must be starving." - and the part where he stands by your door, taking a whole twenty minutes to say goodbye.

You've declined the offer. Told him it'd be a bit weird seeing Jimin. Wouldn't know how to explain it. Jungkook just says, "Of course, yeah, you're right. Didn't even think of that. My bad."

There's a little silence afterwards. You know why. It's rejection. Not romantic, nor for anything serious, but it's still the same difference. He'd spent the day trying to help you break down walls only for you to put your bricks on top of his.

It's as he's heading down your stairs (after his fifteenth and final 'bye') that you realise how rude you've been. Just 'cause you wouldn't feel entirely welcome at his doesn't mean he's not welcome at yours.

"Hey, wait a sec! Danbi's home, but do you wanna eat here?" You chance. "We don't have much in, but I can order or we can-"

"My God, I thought you'd never ask," he grins immediately turning on his heel and back towards you. "So hungry I might die."

"You won't."

"I could."

The pair of you bicker as you enter your apartment, Danbi glancing up from the sofa. She looks at you, then looks at Jungkook, and takes a second to place his face. Definitely knows it - and then it clicks.

She considers asking why the fuck your favourite barman is following you in. He's known within the confines of your apartment as the Barman That Smiles (more commonly referred to as BTS boy), Jungkook's name a secret just for you to know. Danbi doesn't realise all of those nights you waste are the bar are wasted on him, nor does she realise he's the reason you snuck off the other night.

What she does wonder, however, is if this is all part of your master-get-revenge-on-Seokjin-plan.

Instead of voicing any of these queries, she settles on, "What are we having for dinner?"

You shrug. "Ask Jungkook. He's paying."

He raises a brow as if to question your assertion—only for him to cough up the bill for the pizza delivery that feeds the three of you through a Deadpool rewatch.

When he leaves, Danbi tells him he has to come back next week for Deadpool 2. You grin as you walk him out.

"She just wants you to pay for more food," you tell and he nods. Says he knows.

But then he calls back over to Danbi, "See you next week."

She does a little cheer, and it's all very sweet. They get on well. His humour is welcome in your apartment, and so is his presence. Danbi also hopes it means she'll get more free drinks next time she's at the club.

"She'll play you like a damn fiddle if you let her," you warn just out of her earshot.

"Good," he grins. "We can double date with you and Jimin."

You tell him to fuck off, but also insist that he lets you know when he gets home. The way you care about him is so casual that it feels as if it's been this way for years.

As he heads on home, Jungkook kind of hopes it will be. Hopes it's the kind of friendship that stands the test of time. Worries that he shouldn't take the flirting too far—but then he's distracted by the little fleck of glitter on the top of his hand. His thoughts are lost, a smile unwinding on his lips as he strolls back to his place.

The skies are void of stars tonight, and yet, for the first time in months, Jungkook's eyes are full of them.

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[joonberriess]

OKAAAAY WAIT what oc would win a fight in bgc cause i never knew jock!jk oc could throw hands😭

okay lovely so it’s canon that jock!jk’s oc is not only really super fucking smart (despite being stupid😔) but she can throw hands when threatened. okay so let’s rate the oc’s first of all, from the fighters to the weaklings;

– we have the slutty but pretty jock!jk oc first in line, sis will fucken bite off her acrylics (and she can don’t play her) and whoop ur ass chrisean style, talking bout put you in the sink and straight wash ur ass in there. she has won a total of 4 fights in her life, and has only fought 4 times LMAO. oc when she gets mad, she gets MAD.

– second in line we have the fierce baby mama (sbd!jk’s oc), she is a bitch through and through with the people who test her, she got a mean ass mug face and is NOT afraid of speaking her mind then and there. has won like several bar fights before and has even beat up a guy before, sis is literally christina LMAO

– our third lovely contestant is pussy whipped!jk’s oc, she’s not a fighter but she’s a excellent shit talker and knows exactly where to get em. she can’t fight to save her life but she will try for the sake of it, has lost like two times but people say she’s a champ for taking it and holding her own. idk tbh who do y’all think she is?

– we have our two weak babies stalker!jk’s oc and flawless!jk. :/ no words, they can’t fight for SHIT, protect them, they can’t swing, they can’t pull hair, they can’t argue, what can they do? nothing. the answer is nothing.

in conclusion, they sit at the table with flawless!jk and stalker!jk being the babies of the group.

[poisonouswritings]

HEHSH USHSH VOICE ACTOR M3(OR FOUR IF U WANT IDRC) WITH VOICE ACTOR MC WHO CSN DO A LOT OF VOICES HEHDJDKSK

Okay this is kinda funny

GN!Reader, Colored Bullet Rule (Felix, Anisa, Sage, Rime), man I'm still upset Crisp Rat is gonna be Mario in the movie, we're gonna say you're also a pretty good impressionist because it's funny

Since Astraea obviously doesn't have cartoons or movies or anything like that, the Starsworn have no idea what a voice actor is. Sure there's narrators in stage plays and whatever but that's not really the same thing. You try to explain it to everyone but they still don't get it.

Sage is very curious about the fact you get paid just to speak because!! He can speak too!!! And he can even pronounce the words right most of the time as long it isn't something stupid like the crap in Felix's spell books!!!!

This obviously leads to Felix going on a lecture about how Sage Could Totally Pronounce Them If He Just Tried! And Rime making fun of Sage, which leads to Sage getting pissed and snapping at them both and then Anisa has to snap at them all to shut up and Wow She's Scary And Kinda Hot When She's Annoyed

The easiest way for you to explain it is to just do it. So you clear your throat, wiggle your shoulders, and do your best impersonation of Felix's posh voice stressing enunciations. Then you cycle through Rime's haughty insults, Sage's aggravated snapping, and Anisa's confident shutdown.

Well Sage and Anisa are staring at you like you're possessed but Felix and Rime seem to get the idea at least.

You end up doing a lot of other samples for them; impersonating characters you've voiced before (which also involves explaining the character and the relating story... That could take a while), popping out some sound effects (which you're not as good at but they find it funny so), impersonating a few more people (You manage to do a pretty good Escell scolding Rime for not wearing a proper shirt, which successfully ticks Rime off because Escell Totally Would (and probably has) Bitched About That, etc etc.

And in the following days and weeks, your voice acting talents become called upon somewhat regularly

Sometimes Felix will be doing experiments and asks you to read information from his book for him. You throw on your best 'annoyed magic teacher' voice (obligatory fuck JK Rowling but all I can picture is Snape) and bark out the info, which makes him giggle so much he nearly fucks up his chalk circle.

When you and Anisa go out on patrol and kids come up to you (as they've heard your talents before), you put on a bouncy, silly voice and tell a few jokes or a silly story to make them squeal with laughter. Anisa finds it incredibly heartwarming and she usually laughs along even though she's heard the jokes before.

Sometimes Rime gets anxiety about the Lord of Shadows - guilt for working with him to begin with, worried he'll somehow find a way to come back again, etc etc. So you put on your best Evil Shadow™ voice and start saying truly stupid things. Rime cracks a smile. He'll eventually laugh, if not just because you're trying so hard. The effort you put in probably makes him feel better than your actual performance.

Sage is trying to be flirty, using innuendos and (frankly kinda corny, but it works when it's him) pick-up lines and putting his hand in your knee and whatever, all while you're out in public at the tavern. So you wait until he's taking a (pretty deep) swig of ale to try out a Kermit-the-Frog-esque voice and flirt back. He promptly spits out his drink because he's laughing so hard, but then he kinda chokes like he's got a hairball so. Um. Help.

Side note what if you were a voice actor for Ex Nihilo?? Or the original Last Legacy if you're older??? You confront LoS (who you know is Mike at this point) and do the voice of whatever character you were and he fucking knows that you've figured him out.