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[starlitmark]

Summary: You’re not entirely sure how you became involved with Wooyoung; you’re not mad about it, though. Pairing: Wooyoung x milf!reader Tropes: milf au, non-idol au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: age gap relationship, language, mentions of previous relationships (and divorce) Smut Warnings: mommy kink, protected sex, breeding/pregnancy kink Word Count: 594 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble Event Requested by: @sanjoongie​

Ace of Cups ➾ USE CONTRACEPTION, fertile, age difference, intimacy, closeness, arousal, longing, one-sided love

“Fuck, right there, baby.” you moan.

“Am I fucking mommy good?” Wooyoung asks, a whine laced with his voice.

“So fucking good. Always such a good boy for mommy.”

How you ended up here, you couldn’t say. One day you were teasing the new pool boy with no intentions of acting on anything; next thing you know, you’re in a relationship with him. It started out as a one-sided love on his part. You’re a mother. First and foremost, you need to take care of your twins. Your ex-husband, of course, didn’t make anything easier regarding letting you move on with life. Somehow, you found yourself completely enthralled in the younger man, though. The name Mommy came about as a joke at first. You’re nearly ten years older than your partner, and what started as a joke became a very real kink for both of you.

“Maybe if you fuck me hard enough, you’ll get me pregnant. Wouldn’t it be so interesting to have my pretty baby become a dad?” you tease.

“D-don’t,” he whines, “don’t tease me like that.”

“Like what, angel?” you gasp, “We both know I’m rather fertile still, and you’re so young. You’d probably get me pregnant on the first try.”

“Mommy,” he whines again, giving a punctuated thrust for good measure.

“That’s why you have to wear a condom, though. We don’t want Mommy getting pregnant again just yet, do we?”

“I want you to be. Wanna pump you full- fuck, full of my babies. Wanna see you all pretty and round. You looked so pretty and glowy when you were pregnant last time.”

You chuckle at him and start jerking your hips up to meet his thrusts. His slightly grown-out blond hair keeps falling in his face as he thrusts. Eventually, he presses his chest fully against yours and buries his face in your neck. You know he’s likely to leave marks behind on the blank skin, but you couldn’t be bothered to care right now. You’re so wet, and his thrusts are almost erratic. Every time you have sex, it seems to get even better. The amount of arousal you cause in each other is something you could never describe. It makes you feel like you’re twenty and constantly horny again. You never had that with your ex, so to have it now, six years after your separation, feels like heaven and more.

“You seem like you’re about to cum, pretty boy.” you tease breathlessly, tugging at his hair as you do so.

“Please, can I take this condom off and cum inside you? Wanna breed you so bad.” he moans.

You gasp when he thrusts even harder despite you thinking it wasn’t physically possible. He’s so close. Your mental debate has to be quick. You want nothing more than to feel him fill you up, feel his cum leak out of you. You know it’s something you want. But, you’re also extremely fertile for no reason. You don’t know if you’re ready to risk getting pregnant again, especially with your twins being eight now. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, you give into what you want.

“Go on, angel. You can fill me up all you want. Breed me as much as you want.” you moan.

Wooyoung doesn’t waste time pulling out and practically tearing the condom off himself before reentering you. He lets out a high, squeaky moan as he feels your soaked pussy around him raw.

“Thank you, Mommy. You’re so fucking pretty. Want this so bad.”

“Anything for my pretty boy.”

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[baepsaets]

Someone Comments On Your Weight

maknae line: you feel like you need to lose weight.

warnings: mentions of weight loss, insecurity, slightly suggestive themes

(a/n: maknae line is here! as always, there is a read more in place!)

Intro

After an exhausting day, you decided to swing by a local coffee shop on your way home. It was the late afternoon, so it wasn’t crowded. You ordered your coffee and paid, but while the barista was making it, you found your eye drawn to the pastry display. There was a delicious-looking pastry calling your name, and after such a long day, you decided to treat yourself. When the barista came back to give you your drink, you pointed to what you wanted and said, “Can I also have one of those, please?”

The woman paused, glancing at you, and then back at the pastry.

“Are you sure you need that?” she asked, not unkindly. In fact, her eyes were distinctly sympathetic while she stared. You watched her eyes drop down and then back up, giving you a onceover that must have left much to be desired, because her sympathetic look turned pitying.

“I, uh—,” you started, unsure and embarrassed. You reached for your coffee, the urge to flee overwhelming. “Never mind. Goodbye.”

She handed you the coffee and squeaked out a quick, “Have a nice day!” You barely heard her as you dashed out the door, not looking back.

Park Jimin

You were kissing him softly, next to him on the mattress, when he laid down and tried to draw you on top of him.

You subtly resisted. He subtly tried again, and you finally broke the kiss. Rubbing the back of your neck, you couldn’t meet his gaze while he stared at you in confusion.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. It wasn’t often you got to see him like this—relaxed, on your bed. His schedule was so busy. Sometimes it felt like you never really got him to yourself, and here you were—ruining it, all because of what some stupid barista had said.

“I don’t wanna be on top tonight, Jimin. Is that okay?”

He sat up and maneuvered his head, trying to get you to look him. When you finally did, you could see concern in his dark eyes. “Why not? It’s sexy.”

“It’s not sexy and I’ll crush you,” you said, bluntly. He jerked back in surprise, a flash of hurt on his face. Jimin took your insecurities very seriously because he understood them, and was almost as hurt as you were when someone said something hurtful about your body, even if you were the one saying it.

Something in his gaze shifted, becoming steely with determination. Immediately, he crawled forward until he’d successfully crowded you against the headboard, straddling your waist. Your breath hitched in your throat at his sultry gaze, your insecurities pushed to the backburner of your mind.

“You could never do that, baby,” he murmured, pressing hot kisses against your neck. “But if you want me on top tonight, I don’t mind. I’ll remind you how sexy you are, and we can try again tomorrow.”

Kim Taehyung

“I wish you didn’t have to pay for Weight Watchers, but I guess it’s like online dating?” you said idly into the phone, paying more attention to painting your toenails.

“What?” Taehyung asked over the line.

“You know,” you continued. You were applying your top coat. “If the person pays, you know they’re way more serious about the process.”

“Not that,” he snapped. “Are you thinking about joining Weight Watchers?”

“Well, yeah,” you replied, like it was obvious.

You weren’t usually this callous. In fact, it was only a mask to hide how sincerely upset you were. You didn’t have any illusions about your weight, but to have it pointed out by a complete stranger? Critical hit.

By nature, you weren’t really one to dwell, which meant that the next step was immediate action. But even you couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest every time you remembered it. God, you were too pathetic to even say anything! You should have given that barista a piece of your mind, instead of scuttling away with your tail between your legs.

“Baby, that shit’s a gimmick,” Taehyung said. “And you don’t need to lose weight.”

“It’s my body, Tae,” you reminded him.

“I know,” he stressed. “But I’m being serious. I’m coming over.”

You straightened in alarm, whining, “No, you need to rest!” You knew he’d had an exhausting day. And it would be much harder to fool him into thinking you were okay if he was here in person.

“Too late, I’m walking now,” he replied. “I need to remind my girlfriend how amazing and hot and sexy she is, and how desperately she doesn’t need to lose weight.”

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had come home early with takeout, but it had only served to spur an argument. You were already sensitive and a little defensive after what that barista had said, and when you’d refused to eat the calorie-heavy food, Jungkook had taken it the wrong way. When you’d tried to explain yourself, the fight only escalated.

“I was trying to be nice, and you’re making me feel guilty!” he said, not truthfully understanding why you were upset.

“It’s not about the takeout,” you replied. “I’m trying to lose weight and don’t need that food around tempting me!”

“I didn’t even know you were trying to lose weight,” he argued. “Which you don’t even need to do, by the way. You shouldn’t let what that lady said hurt you.”

“So, what?” you asked. “Are you saying I’m being too sensitive?”

“Of course not,” he defended. “Don’t take it that way.”

“You don’t get it,” you snapped at him, “because you’ve never been fat!”

He stared at you, frustrated and hurt until finally, he yanked you forward by the small of your back and kissed you.

He was rough for a moment before he was soft, and Jungkook tried to tell you with his mouth everything he couldn’t express properly with his words. He wanted you to know that you were beautiful and loved and shouldn’t have to worry about your weight, not with him.

“We should go to the bedroom,” he whispered against your mouth. “Or we could have sex on the counter?”

“The takeout—,” you tried to say.

“Fuck the takeout,” he interrupted. He pressed you against the counter, brushing his hips needily against your own. You squeaked, shocked by his sudden fervor.

“Ignore what I said before,” he begged, lips beginning to trail down your neck. “If you want to lose weight, I’ll help you—but let me show you right now how much I love and appreciate your body.”

[starsforbammie]

What if I made a group chat where we can chat as authors and give each other tips and help each other out? Motivate and hype each other? Also maybe a place where we’re free to provide mini-examples of what we’re working on and ask for ideas and/or advice...?

I’ve seen writers ask for a group chat like that so it could work... maybe?

[llorented]

Since the Vogue photoshoot.. do we have any mermaid Jongin fanfics?

[subduedpassions03]

The Pedagogue

Look who's dabbling into the fan fiction genre! This right here, is my first on Tumblr. I am no expert. Rather a shoddy job this, but I feel I should share it for writing it and putting this out there as a series is going to egg me on to write more. It's just a teaser. There is more. This is going to be an entire series. A long one perhaps. If it gets the response I hope it does, who knows. I will pan out other characters in time. Look forward to it. xxx

Also acknowledging the other great fic writers in the genre. You guys inspire me! :)

Part:1

Title: Impasse

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung

Plot: You meet Park Jinyoung at a bookstore. That is, before you get to know he was going to be your teacher the next semester. It wasn't a great first meeting, however, he certainly left an impression. Now that you meet him in the environs of the classroom, do you both get a chance further the acquaintance?

"You need to get up you know?" The response is, 'staggering' ,as your best friend lifts a plushie to throw at your face. You manage to duck, not out of instinct but habit. Peti 'Petunia' Sanders is renown for sleeping through an entire earthquake and a blaring fire alarm. "PETI..You have to walk to school. I am leaving" You warn and take a few, tentative steps back.

This works like a charm. The only thing she hates ardently as much as she loves to sleep, is physical exercise.

"Can you get over me for once? Seriously " she mumbles on her way to the bathroom as you successfully evade a second impromptu attack of the cushion.

Sighing and ambling downstairs to make coffee, you steel yourself for another onslaught of random objects being hurled. Peti can be true to the other variant of her name.

It's the last year of school and you aren't apologetic about not wanting to be late for class. Mr. Park will not appreciate it. As much as he would disprove of your naive' crush on him. You call it that, so that it slips into oblivion. Although cognizant of it's inevitablity. You call it that, to resolve yourself.

That your teacher inspite of being a hard taskmaster, reads profoundly and is often at the bookstore you work in. Likely there for the weekly science journals,ends up at the classics section, regardless. Asks for help and smiles warmly but draws the proverbial line of distance and indifference. Except for that one time last year. The one, blissful time where you had no idea of his existence. And were oblivious of him being one of your teachers this semester.

"I have never read Woolf. Is she any good?" He had asked in passing. You were preoccupied, annotating your tattered copy of Mrs. Dalloway. Scoffing, the reply had come out slightly acerbic than intended. "Funny you'd say that. It's such an underrated prose" and then had made the mistake to glance away from the text,only to find him leaning against the counter, brows furrowed, a startled smile playing on the edge of his lips.

"Was I a bother?" he enquired. Unable to word a coherent reply in his unexpected proximity, you had at best settled for a paroxysm of nodding.

His eyes had widened and the smile transitioned to a full blown laughter. The kind where his eyes would crinkle around the edges and his hand would inadvertently move to hide his teeth. The sudden urge to push it aside, wanting to witness it for yourself, albeit infinitesimally, surged within. You hurriedly went through the motions of scanning his books, ignoring the feeling of your insides turning to mush at the sound. He waited patiently, perusing the books stacked at the Bestseller section. As you entered commands into the system, you observed him, peripherally. His head was bent in deep concentration, reading the back of a book jacket. Lips murmuring the words his eyes followed. Occasionally,he would run a hand through his hair. He adjusted his glasses as he bent forward. Carefully replacing the book back to it's former position, he offered a brief smile as you handed him the receipt.

"See you around" he added, and you already missed the laughter that had subsided to a curt nod. He was after all, a stranger. With a pronounced jaw and perfectly sculpted nose. His eyes were surely the more prominent feature, dark and perfectly shaped behind the glasses. Realising that you had been scrutinising, almost to the point of interference, you averted the gaze.A succinct smile and rushed "Good day" later..he was out the door. "Good day?" who says that anymore. Mulling the briefest of encounters, you shoved the copy of his invoice in the pile and almost dropped it. It was then that your eyes fell upon the exact title in the list of purchases. How could you not notice before? Huh. Atleast now he wouldn't be obscured to the ingenuity of Virginia. With a faint smile, you sincerely wished he'd come back and mentally reprimanded yourself for being so blatantly, inattentive.

Guess who never got to find if he had read it, at all?

"Are you gonna drink that?" Peti asks, bringing you back from a walk down the memory lane. That was a few months ago. Technically, he's your teacher now. Factually, his' still a temporary position until Mr. Lloyd recovers from his hip surgery. Owing to his age and the years he has devoted to teaching, that's going to be a while. And with that,any hopes of getting to know Park Jinyoung have been indefinitely, delayed.

"Earth to y/n? Are you still with the rest of us mortals?" Peti is tapping her foot impatiently, holding the kitchen door ajar. "Who was saying 5 minutes ago that she wouldn't wanna be late to meet her future hu-" Before she would begin anew with the latest episode of "Why You Should Never Tell Your Best Friend About Crushing On Your Teacher" , you stuffed an apple in her mouth and were out the door, just in time, for her to fly off the handle.

[armysantiny]

Ateez Headcanon; Their s/o is a fantasy nerd.

Pairing: Ot8 x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, fantasy (kinda), headcanon

Includes: movies, tv shows, merch, movie nights, playthroughs, gifts,

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: n/a

Rating: PG

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홍중 (Hongjoong)

Literally so invested

When he sees the sparkle in your eyes as you explain the lore, his heart is doing flips I tell you.

How hadn’t you told him sooner?

Doesn’t say a word while you talk, only going “Mhm~” with stars in his eyes.

If it’s a videogame, or a roleplaying game like D&D, he will practically beg you to give him a crash course in what to do.

“Are you sure you want to learn how to do this Joongie?”

“Mhm! I wanna learn, it looks fun! Just teach me the basics for now~”

Supportive boyfriend right here.

Will look up playthroughs and explanations of the lore in his own time to get a better understanding.

If he knows a little more, than it can be something the both of you enjoy!

If it’s a franchise like LoTR or something similar, he’ll definitely put the movies on when it’s movie night.

Cue Joong asking you about your favourite and least favourite parts about the franchise.

If there are any spin-off titles, he’ll ask if you recommend watching them too.

May end up becoming a fantasy nerd himself.

Makes you little memorabilia whenever he can.

Honestly loves how large your imagination must be for you to be into fantasy.

성화 (Seonghwa)

He kinda just goes “Woah...” at first.

You think he doesn’t like it; he was sitting there more or less speechless.

When he sees your dejected face, Hwa panics.

Because he does like it, he’s just surprised he hadn’t caught on sooner.

Reassures you that he is interested, and pokes at you to continue talking about it.

Cue several cute interested Hwa sounds

Asks if you have any merch you wanna show him.

He hasn’t told you, but he’s started looking into the franchise for himself.

Might not end up being his taste, but he still keeps a small interest in it.

It was something you were interested in after all.

Chuckles to himself when he sees you really into the series.

Something about you excited about the fantasy franchise you were into was endearing.

Always lends an ear to your theories and headcanons

You surprise him-

He swears you’ve just described an entirely new novel to him.

The headcanon is just that detailed.

Definitely encourages you to try creative writing/design courses to see if you could take your interests further

Asks if you want to create your own fantasy series.

Supportive boyfriend #2 over here~

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

윤호 (Yunho)

He’s honestly more excited than you are to be honest

Bounces like a child when you describe the lore to him.

If the stars in his eyes could get any brighter, they would. He is literally the pleading eyes emoji

You mention that you’ve created original characters inspired by the franchise, and he almost pounces on you with even more questions.

Will ask if you’ve created a character based off of himself.

Which you have, and when you show him, he gets even more excited - if that’s even possible.

Will ask you to explain the character’s entire backstory.

Falls in love with you even more - if he even can at that point.

Finds every way possible to have you talk about any and everything fantasy related.

Calls you in the middle of the night to listen to you ramble about your latest character design.

Tells all the members that you’ve created a character about him and boasts about it for months.

You might have another fantasy nerd on your hands now.

여상 (Yeosang)

Kind of a fantasy nerd himself.

So, when you reveal that you’re into fantasy, he kinda goes “Oh? Me too!”

Excited giggles from both of you

Cue fantasy themed date nights...you cuties

Curled up in a blanket together with a load of snacks, watching your favourite movies together.

Oh god the theory discussions you two have.

Now you two can call each other at God forbidden times of the night and talk about your favourite series. 

Since he’s the only one who knows, he’s glad only he gets to see that excited grin on your face when you talk about the show.

Low-key starts boasting about it too.

Like, only he can see you when you’re this cute, you know?

You’d take his drones away if he told any of the boys about your fantasy shows, so it becomes your shared little secret~

Buys you cosplay pieces so you can dress up as your favourite character.

Compliments you for days.

Literally so pretty :(

Takes a thousand pictures (Yes, he keeps a set as his background)

He’s already dressed up as Harley Quinn, so he’s more than happy to dress up as one of the major ships.

Especially if it’s your favourite ship too.

Conventions! Omg you’d go to as many conventions as you could together.

Couple goals~

Singing to soundtracks together as you get ready.

Definitely uses it as a way to tease you.

Sees you having a fan moment over a character and pretends to get all pouty.

“Your boyfriend’s right here, but you’re only focusing on them? Fine then...”

Laughs when he sees the blush on your face

Of course, he gets the same treatment from you.

Healthy relationships, we love to see it. Now where do I get this?

산 (San)

Cannot control the absolute look of admiration in his face at all.

Looks at you with all the wonder in the world. His eyes’ sparkle :(

It may sound a little confusing at first to him, but hearing you describe it with so much passion warms his heart.

Asks you to take the plot step-by-step, so he can understand it a little better

Watches some of it when he can, and he can definitely see the appeal

Interesting characters, an entirely different world, no wonder you love it so much.

He has his games, and you already knew about them, so he’s happy he knows about you more, ‘hidden’ interests.

When he heard you ask him not to find it weird after you’re caught having a fan moment, he pouts immediately.

Why would he find it weird that you were a fan of something? He was quite the fanboy himself, after all

Spends a considerable amount of time reassuring you that he doesn’t find your interests or you weird.

No one is feeling insecure about liking a franchise that makes them happy on his watch.

Buys you merch as soon as it releases.

Little excited claps when he sees your reaction.

It soon becomes your favourite merch item and he’s so proud.

Sees you wearing it literally wherever you can

When you invite him to have a movie marathon with you after he finishes his schedule, San swears he’s head over heels because he agrees without hesitation.

No second thought required

Be prepares to have several more marathons while he asks a million questions at once.

Might have to create a PowerPoint for this cutie. 

민기 (Mingi)

Honestly, he’s kinda lost at first

You kinda have to tell him again and he goes “Oh...I get it!”

Does not get it.

A bit like San, a presentation may be needed at some point.

When he kinda gets it, this baby gets really excited, but he’s almost a little sad.

Because you didn’t tell him until now, you know?

Asks you about the entire main cast, and your favourite character.

Finds you watching your show and quietly sits beside you

He wants to try and understand the plot for himself.

Gets so engrossed, his eyes turn into the pleading eye emoji

He’s so cute, I swear-

Honestly, Mingi finds it so cool that you enjoy fantasy.

“Y/n, can we watch it together from now on? I really like it!”

Yeah, you might end up marrying that man right there and then.

Starts asking you to introduce him to other shows you like that you think he might like as well.

Ends up with a full list and starts watching them all.

I mean all of them

Hell, I think you’ll turn him into a fantasy nerd as well.

Borrows one of your merch hoodies and wears it around the house.

It’s his now :(

Please, he looks so small

You end up buying him a matching hoodie

Refuses to take it off unless he has to.

Listens to all of your fan ravings

Learns about all of your favourite ships.

High-key starts analysing them with you

Yep- you’ve got a fantasy nerd on your hands now, enjoy!

우영 (Wooyoung)

Okay, excited child alert

Another one who literally bounces when you tell him. Gives you puppy eyes for days.

Why didn’t you tell him sooner?

Bugs you constantly about the shows you like and your favourite character.

Which leads him to go on an internet deep-dive (Definitely on Twitter)

He enjoys cooking, so he finds a way to cook the food from the show.

And holy shit it tastes better than you imagined.

Once he sees your reaction, Wooyoung makes it his mission to surprise you with dishes from the show.

Late nights binging your favourite shows together is now a must.

Does kinda laugh a little too loud in your ear, but you’re used to it.

In all truth, you appreciate that he wants to watch it with you

He may be watching it with you, but he also loves seeing your reaction to what’s happening on screen

Please, he thinks you’re the cutest human on earth.

Maybe he takes a picture or two. Maybe

Finds really cute keepsakes from the show while he’s on tour and buys them for you

Takes a picture of them and send them to you with the caption, ‘Look what I got~’

You literally squeal and call him immediately

A proud smile on his face when he hears your voice

You’re rambling thank yous in every language you know and Wooyoung’s there on the other line giggling

Yeah, you’re being spoiled with merch from now on.

Precious baby :(

종호 (Jongho)

Probably has the most neutral response out of all the boys

Kinda just goes, “Oh, that’s cool, fantasy’s really interesting.”

Low-key sounds uninterested, but trust me, he is. Even if it’s just a tad.

Jongho strikes me as the type to not tell you that he’s learning about your favourite show.

You’ll be watching an episode and he walks in, “Oh, [character]’s pairing with [character] is really neat. They wrote them really well.”

“Huh..? How do you know..?”

You thought he wasn’t interested in the show and he giggles at your confusion.

Granted, he isn’t into the idea of fantasy as the others are, but if it’s what makes you happy, it wouldn’t hurt to learn a little about it.

Let’s you take him to conventions and helps you hold the bigger items you struggle with so you don’t drop everything.

Thinks you look amazing in full cosplay.

Lets you experiment on him from time to time.

You get him in some makeup, contacts and give him a prosthetic piece to put over his head.

He thinks he looks pretty good. Might consider trying it again sometime.

He’ll be shopping online and see something.

“Isn’t that from y/n’s favourite..?”

Buys it and surprises you the next time you have a date together.

“Oh? When did you get this? I love it”

“Ah, you know~ I was browsing and it reminded me of you.”

Ends up seeing you take it everywhere

Smiles to himself each time and refuses to tell you why.

Out of all the merch you own, you take the one he bought you with you everywhere

He’s touched.

Doesn’t always pay 100% attention when you’re watching tv together, but enough that he’s aware of the plot line, but not the finer details.

You may not have convinced him to be a fan, but you have turned your boyfriend into a casual watcher.

[taehyung-the-baehyung]

new yorker min yoongi

◦ pairing: reader x yoongi

◦ rating: pg

◦ word count: 1.2k

◦ a/n: Yoongi’s V Live got me emo. He just wants to wander SoHo with a coffee in hand 😫 LET HIM LIVE. Anyway, maybe he didn’t get to when he was in NY this time, but if there’s anything I can do, it’s this. 

m a s t e r l i s t

The smell of rain stuck to the damp cobblestone ground as you practically dragged your boyfriend behind you. He hid under the brim of his hat, looking down as he worried about who might see him. “Jagi…” he started, his voice was raspy and worn from the night before. All the growling and rapping two nights in a row plus all the travelling and lack of sleep prior had really taken a toll on his voice.

“Babe, can you just open your eyes for a second,” you huffed impatiently. You had gone through all the trouble of sneaking him out of the hotel and you weren’t even sure if he even looked up from the ground yet. You knew New York might not be everyone’s cup of tea, especially for a Daegu boy, but you knew that Yoongi had wanted to see SoHo and you had at least hoped that this would pry him out of his ball cap. “I know it’s no Seoul, but this is my home! It’s where I live and where I have fun. Can you just be here with me for a minute?”

Yoongi locked his eyes with you. “That’s not it at all. I love being here with you, you know that.” He took his hat off and looked around cautiously before readjusting it on his head. You knew he was right. It wasn’t every day that he was the one in your city. It was usually you who went to him, but with the tour stopping in Newark, you were swimming in the bliss of having him right beside you in public. “We just have to be careful is all,” he shrugged, but finally looking up from the ground, you could see the smile play at the corners of his lips. He squeezed your hand in his, and with the same lips that he heeded caution about being seen, he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Let’s hope nobody saw that then,” you grinned, brushing your nose lovingly against his. In an instant, his mood had been lifted. He chuckled and looked around at all the shops, pleasantly overwhelmed by the choice. Yoongi had always combed through Amazon or eBay to find the products he really wanted from the U.S., but now that he was here, it was cool to stroll right into the store and buy it like a normal person, like a New Yorker.

The rain had been uncomfortably cold, and the whispering air still lingered with a shiver. “Oh–” Yoongi gasped as something caught his attention. You laughed at his sudden burst of energy and excitement. The tables turned as he dragged you towards a long wall of graffiti. The colors were dull against the wall but Yoongi’s eyes washed over it all with awe. Most of it was gibberish, street artist tags or profanities written in bubbly fonts, but Yoongi was not concerned with that at all. Instead he stepped up real close and scanned the smaller scribbles of passerbys. Initials in hearts and little charming doodles. “Do you have a Sharpie?” Yoongi asked, not even turning to look at you as he continued to admire the street art.

You shook your head in amusement to see him revel in the patterns and colors of something so mundane that it went overlooked by most. You unraveled your hand from his to search through your bag. You handed him a Sharpie and watched with intrigue as he found a little empty spot. “Daegu ♥ New York”. He stepped back and admired his handiwork, even though it was really just scribbled hangul.

You wrapped your arm around his and leaned against his shoulder. “I love it,” you smiled. He left a kiss on your head and you felt it travel all along your body with warmth. You were perfectly content on standing there and looking at his handwriting on the wall, thinking about how so many people would pass it and not know of the coziness of being with each other on a day like this. How so many people with their own lives and their own loves would pass by those words and not know how swollen your heart was in that moment. You could have stood there forever and just thought about things like that.

Instead, Yoongi was once against tugging at you. “Let’s go there. It looks nice,” he smiled, pulling you towards a quaint cafe. He looked both ways, and ignoring the orange pixelated hand, he walked right through the crosswalk. You almost protested as you saw the cars race up the road in the distance, but the chilly breeze only convinced you further to shuffle faster into the little place. It was a good decision, too. The cafe wrapped you immediately in a settling warmth that silenced your shivers. You reluctantly let go of his arm as he found a little booth for you by the window and motioned for you to get in. You watched as he went up to the barista and ordered. His hair fell a little too far over his eyes and you smiled to yourself as he kept trying to push it away from his forehead. You wondered how you had gotten so lucky that you were strolling in the city that you loved with the man that you loved even more.

Yoongi came back minutes later with a tray in hand, placing your cappuccino in front of you with a macaron on the side. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but you always were to know that he knew all of your preferences like the back of his hand. You bit excitedly into the macaron, nodding in approval.

Yoongi took a sip of his coffee and sighed with satisfaction, his eyes wandering out to the window as the rain started up again, drizzling over the street with hardly a sound. You tasted the cappuccino, pleased with the taste. You made a mental note to visit this cafe more often. The froth of the cappuccino littered a white mustache on your lips. You crossed your eyes and made a silly face in Yoongi’s direction, waiting for him to notice. When he did, he let out a hearty laugh: unafraid and loud. You were glad to see him loosen up a bit. It always hurt your heart a little to know that he was cooped up in a hotel room on lockdown from some of the crazier fans or just told to rest for the next stop of the tour. He was still human and you wanted to give him everything he wanted, and if coffee and SoHo was all he wanted, then you’d be the worst girlfriend ever to not be able to do even that for him.

“So,” you smiled licking up the froth off your upper lip. “You graffitied a wall, totally jay-walked through the road, and are having coffee and a croissant at a little cafe downtown. How does it feel to be an official New Yorker?”

Yoongi pursed his lips in thought. “New Yorker, Min Yoongi,” he said dramatically. “I like the sound of that.”

You laughed in response. Sitting in this little cafe downtown with a warm drink in one hand, his fingers wrapped around yours, the sound of his laughter ringing through your ears, nobody could have convinced you otherwise: you were the happiest person in the entire city.

[remade-jimintensify]

Taegi with 20 please 💕

ahhhh taegi, this ship is lovely. yes anon ~ here you go ♥♥

20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

send me a ship and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic

“oh my god, not so loud,” a hushed voice came from the room yoongi passed by. if he wasn’t wrong, it sounded exactly the same like taehyung’s voice; way deeper than expected, like dripping honey. but why would he be there, in his older brother’s room?

and again, “hyung, i don’t want him to hear, shut up. i shouldn’t have told you about it.” then yoongi heard his brother and his eyes grew wide, hands clutching to the cup in his hand. 

“what? that you are oh so in love with my little brother?”

after that everything was a blur, he only heard how taehyung huffed, how he probably threw a pillow in his hyung’s direction, making him laugh. did he just hear right? in love?

“oh god, why don’t you just shout already, the neighbors down the street haven’t heard you yet,” taehyung mumbled, and yoongi wished he couldn’t hear this goddamn pout, couldn’t imagine it. but he could. and what came after even made it worse, “but i don’t think he likes me too, he always seems so distant. whenever i see him smile i’m all happy, but when i smile at him he never smiles back at me.”

he saw his the younger through the small door crack now because he had moved, and he held his breath. yoongi held his breath, because he was scared to be seen, scared that he would miss any other words taehyung would speak. but it was too late anyway, because in this moment, taehyung sighed and his eyes traveled through the room, to the door crack, eyes locking with yoongi’s.

no.

as fast as he could, he moved, spilling the tea on the ugly green carpet in the hallway. traces that would give him away later, traces that, even when washed away, wouldn’t be erased. ever.

“me too,” yoongi whispered, when he heard taehyung’s footsteps, “i like you too, silly.”

[deathbykdy-blog]

CANVAS

This scenario is close to my heart, if any of you have not seen Jaebum's glorious body and his perfectly proportioned face, then please do. Look it up on the internet. NOW. It can save lives. LOL. This scenario is basically an appreciation post of Jaebum's AMAZING bodeh, guns, jawline, that eyesmile, well basically an appreciation post of Jaebum. And his body, a great emphasis on his body. And his butt, someone please message me so we can talk about his butt. Summary: You're in university taking up Fine Arts and your friend Jaebum volunteers to be  your model and things get a little too hot to handle Genre: smut + slow-burn + a bit of fluff + tiny bit of angst "Will you be my model?", the phrase that started it all. You were in university taking up Fine Arts, and the professor asked each student to have a model or muse for the projects he will assign, preferably a human subject, and the model shouldn't be anyone from the class. Being the shy person that you are, if finding a model wasn't hard enough, you have to actually approach and befriend someone, it was energy draining and very time consuming.

You hated how meticulous you were with choosing your model, you had no specific standards in choosing one, what you believe is that when you see someone and you feel a certain connection with him or her, then he or she is the one. If there is no connection then the masterpiece will have no emotions in it. You felt pressured. Almost everyone already had a model, and you were losing hope in finding the one.

You sat at the field under a shady tree watching students go by, hoping to find someone or at the very least some inspiration for another school assignment. It was a free day, so you had all the time in the world for you "model hunt", professors and students alike passed you by but no one was of your interests. After some time, you felt yourself dozing off, with a sketch pad in one hand and a pen on the other, just when you were about to fall into deep slumber you heard a brain splitting laughter, causing you to jerk ruining a page of your sketch pad.

You turned your head to see who it was, a blonde-male who had his back turned was laughing his head off, probably because of some lame joke his friend told him. You thought it was a waste of time and energy to confront him, so you calmed yourself down and continued your search, but with each passing minute the blonde males' laugh gets more and more irritating. You felt your brows slowly knitting together and your jaw clenching tighter, you've had enough of him and his laugh, you put your things aside and approached them, "Excuse me!"

He had a bright smile plastered on his face when he turned, "Oh..what is it?", he had this innocent expression as though he was teasing you even more. Just when you were about to explode in anger, he shifted to the left giving you a glimpse of the other male, you felt the world slow down when you saw him. His face was probably the epitome of perfection, a perfectly proportioned face, a million-dollar smile, he had two beauty marks right above his eye, and he had a nice frame, broad shoulders probably a six-pack too. Unconsciously, you found yourself smiling 'cause you knew, you finally found him, your model.

"Are you okay?", the blonde guy asked.

You strut towards the guy without taking your eyes off of him, "Will you be my model?"

"Uhh..excuse me?"

You flinch as if breaking away from a stance, "I'm Y/N, and uhhh..i'm a Fine Arts major and  we need a muse for our project. If it's no trouble, would you be willing to model for me?", you asked stretching your hand out to him and his blonde friend.

"I'm Jackson! Hi!", the other said taking your hand in his, "I'd like to be a model it's my lifetime dream, even though I have short legs, my face and my body can make up for them, and-"

"I don't need you, I want him.", you said with an expressionless face, making the other male laugh. God. You didn't know it was even possible for someone to look so angelic when they laugh.

"I'm Jaebum, but JB is okay too.", he said recovering from his laughter, he took your hand and shook it, "What would I gain exactly from being your model?" "Nothing.", you said with a soft voice.

"Pick me instead!", Jackson insisted.

"But...ummm..I can give you free meals and I can pay for your transportation, that's basically paying you right?", you offered.

"Did you say free meals?", you swear you saw his eyes glint when he heard about food.

You nodded, "Yeah, just be my model for my projects."

"Then i'm in! I look forward to being your model, as long as there will be no stripping involve.", he winked at you making his friend cringe, "I'm a shy type, just so you know."

"Oh, don't worry. We're working on portraits, so you'll be good, it'll be good.", you never knew that day would change your life forever. Since then, he's been your model for all your projects, it's been almost 3 years now since you met him, you did not only find a great model, but a great friend as well. Despite his intimidating and cool personality, he's actually a fluff ball, he's really sweet towards his friends and he cries whenever he's watching dramas, but he can be real strict at times and he's kind of bossy. He doesn't like it when you're late and he gets angry whenever you wear provocative clothes. You were thankful for having him not only as a friend, but like a brother, a father, a mother and a teacher as well, he was the guy any girl would ask for.

But, there was one problem, as time progressed it wasn't only your friendship that blossomed, the way you see him started to change too, you only see him as a friend before, but now whenever you see him, you feel butterflies in your stomach, you feel out of breath whenever your skin touched and you feel rather nervous around him. With your feelings in the way, it was hard to get any work done, drawing him would require you to stare at him for a long time, now that you have a crush on him, you couldn't even last a solid 10 seconds without intensely blushing or smiling. 

Who could blame you? He was handsome. He was a gentleman. He can sing and dance. He has a rocking body. He has that smile that can melt a girl's heart. He was sexy. He had a thing for Bart Simpsons. He was basically asking you to have a crush on him, he was to blame for the catastrophe inside your mind and heart. 

You contacted a friend to help you solve your problem, "Suzy-yah, what am I gonna do?", you whined, Suzy is your friend since 1st day of college, you could tell her absolutely anything and you always ask her for advice on things. "Oh, is there a problem? Other than the JB problem?", she teased.

"Please, I need your help! I need to finish my plate this week and I can't draw my model.", you whined. Suzy's evil laughter was clear as day on the other line, she draws happiness from your sadness.

"Just bear with it for a little while longer. Do it for you! And your heart!", teasing you was like her hobby, and she supports your feelings for Jaebum a hundred percent, "Who knows, maybe you'll look into his eyes and he'll look into yours, and then you'll kiss."

"I'm serious! I just can't draw Jaebum anymore."

"Then go look for a new model.", she suggested.

"How? I barely have the time to look around the campus for a model, you know how meticulous I am when it comes to my model.", you argued. 

"Do you know about the 'Dashboard'?"

"No."

"It's the big bulletin board at the center of the campus, it's where students' post anything their heart's desire. You can confess to someone through letters, badmouth your professors, you can even post a chocolate cake recipe if you want to.", she advised, "You can post an advertisement there, I bet a lot would want to be your model."

"Won't it get covered up with the amount of students posting in this dashboard you're talking about?"

"You don't have to worry about that, they take down everything every week. It's like giving life a deadline and a second chance.", she said, "I posted there once, I confessed to this guy from the Engineering department, I waited for a week but I guess he didn't see it. A few weeks later I found out that he was very abusive towards his past girlfriends, it was a great relief that he didn't see my confession, or else I would've been next."

"Wow, you never told me about this Engineering guy." "Whatever. Forget about me let's talk about your problem. You should totally post at the 'Dashboard', information gets around quick and JB-ssi will never know about it.", for the first time she was actually making sense and not fooling around, "The least I could tell you is 'goodluck'. You said so yourself, replacing JB-ssi is impossible." 

You did as advised, the post reads 'Urgent! In need of Art model, please contact 123******** and look for Y/N. Thank you!'. And Suzy was not wrong, your phone rang non-stop for a week, apparently, a lot of students' aspired to be models. To avoid clashing and conflicting schedules, you held the assessment at your house on a Sunday, applicants came and go, there were a lot of good looking applicants and most of them had great bodies. But because of what you call the 'Im Jaebum Effect' everyone looked normal and plain, at the end of the day you never found anyone who can replace him.

You slumped yourself onto the sofa, "Geez. This is impossible, only if Jaebum-ah had an older brother.", you were stuck in your bubble of depression, 'till you heard a knock on the door, "It's almost 4 pm who in their right mind would apply at this time?", the knocking didn't stop, you got up your feet and lazily walked to the door, it has been a long day and you gave up the idea of replacing Jaebum. As you swung the door open, you felt a cold shiver crawl under your skin, it was Jaebum, holding your advertisement in one hand. But seeing his face after meeting so many others made you realize, that he was really the only person who can meet your standards as a model. He just had his hair cut and it was pushed all the way back, and of all his hairstyles this one has to be your favorite. You love how the shape of his face and his features accentuate when his hair is pushed back, he looked like a fucking piece of art.

You snapped back to reality when he started talking, "So, I was being a gentleman, helping out the English department take down this week's Dashboard entries, and then I come across a familiar name that read 'Y/N' and a familiar cellphone number. And this Y/N happens to be looking for a model, so, do you mind explaining this to me?", he said with a stern voice, just hearing his voice that low made you feel threatened. 

If it was possible to crawl under a rock at this moment, you would've crawled under it and bury yourself forever. Or get eaten by a lion, yeah, getting eaten by a lion is probably better than getting scolded by Jaebum, "Uhh...a new perspective! Our professor told me to look for a new perspective, which means new models."

You could not see an ounce of pity or happiness in his face, he was glaring and gritting his teeth, "I asked your professor and your classmates, and I heard no such thing."

"You did what?", you hated how keen he was with this kind of things. "And I heard that you'll be drawing nudes."

"Ah, yes! That's it! I can't draw you nude, you're my friend it would be super awkward.", you reasoned, you wish he would stop asking so many questions and get on with the scolding.

"So you'd rather draw a complete stranger nude?"

You started feeling cold sweats dripping from your temple, "It..it's not nude, uhh...just the..umm...just the upper body, that's...that's not really considered nude.", you tried laughing the topic off.

"Suzy-ssi told me everything.", he said.

You gasped, Jaebum knows about your secret, he knows that you like him and he'll probably end your friendship because he thinks you're gross for liking him, "I'm..i'm really sorry, i'm sorry for liki--

"I can lose some weight.", upon hearing him say that, you frowned.

"Lose weight? What for?"

"Suzy-ssi told me you came looking for a new model because I gained some weight, it's true, I did gain some from having all those late night snacks. But, I can lose weight so you don't have to look for someone else.", he said, "Do you know how relieved I was when I heard that, as the reason? "

You were left speechless with his sincerity, it was probably why you never regretted liking him. You smiled and stretched your hand out, asking him for a hug, an offer he didn't hesitate to take, "Come on now, you don't need to lose weight, in fact you lost some. See, you're so thin, you're too thin.", you said measuring his waist, "I'll cook you something delicious later or maybe treat you to some meat."

"You're just sugar coating things, you already told Suzy-ssi that I gained weight." "Don't worry you'll always be my number one, either you gain or lose weight, you'll always be my Im Jaebummie.", you felt him release you from the hug and then he bore his eyes into yours, "Are we good now?", he didn't say a word, you kept on smiling at him, but he remained silent. He slowly lifted his hands, cupping your face and his face slowly closing in to yours, "Is he going to? No, he isn't, probably not.", you wondered.

Just when things were about to go well, there was a knock on the door, "Goddamn it!", he exclaimed. When he opened the door, he saw two males, "What the fuck do you want?"

"Uhh..we're here to apply as models.", they enthusiastically said, only to be turned down by Jaebum.

"Weren't you at the salon earlier?", he asked, they nodded in reply. Jaebum scoffed and gave them the middle finger, "You can go fuck yourselves, assholes.", he slammed the door to their faces.

You widened your eyes with his sudden change in behavior, "What was that for? They were just applying, you could've al least turned them down nicely." "That was what I was worried about!", he yelled.

"Im Jaebum, will you calm the fuck down?"

"I got a hair cut and I saw those two getting their hair cut as well and then I heard them talking about you."

"What did they say?"

"They...", he stopped, "It's nothing. Forget about it."

"Come on. Tell me.", no matter how you pleaded for him to tell you, he wouldn't spill. You were then startled for a completely different reason, out of the blue, Jaebum took off his shirt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Taking my clothes off, isn't it obvious?"

"No! Why are you taking them off? Didn't you say you were a shy type when we first met?"

"You have a deadline right? You need to finish you project as soon as possible, so we can get some meat."

"Ohhh...I thought you were...", you gulped before even finishing the sentence, what was laid out before your eyes was Jaebum's toned abdominals, you resisted from your urge to touch them. You shut your mouth tight to prevent yourself from drooling, "Oh my Gooood...", you mouthed.

"What did you say?", he asked tossing his shirt to the sofa.

"Nothing. I said nothing. Let's ummm...let's get started.", he was used to this so he went to the sit on the high chair providing you a full view of his gloriousness. You calmed yourself down and proceeded with the sketching, you like sketching a layout before the actual painting process, you started with his face, because you're well aware that if you start with his body, it will be not good for your heart, "Oh, can you move your face to the left?"

"Just like this?", he titled his head emphasizing his jawline.

"Will you refrain from jutting your jaw please?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, especially when I think about those dickwads."

"Dickwa--, Im Jaebum watch your language!", you kept on bickering as you did your work, "Are you okay? Would you like to take a break?"

He shook his head, "Nah, i'm good. But, it's a bit warm today eh?", it was indeed a hot day, you could see sweat dripping down his temple and also his glorious chocolate abs.

"What good deed have I done in my past life to deserve such a wonderful blessing?", you asked yourself as you tried to remain composed in front of Jaebum. After almost an hour, you were nearly done with his portrait and it was time to draw his torso, "Okay, uhh...i'm done with your portrait, so let's uhh...start with your...uhh..mm..body."

He moved closer to you, "Is this better?"

"Wait! Why are you inching closer? Did I say you can move?", you said, "I have 20/20 vision, so you don't have to be this close."

"I'm doing this for your own sake, I moved closer so you can see the details much better.", he laughed.

"What details are you talking about exactly?"

"You can even touch me, I heard from one of your classmates that when you touch the model, the end product will be much better."

You giggled at his remark, "Yeah, if i'm working on a sculpture. I'm working on a painting so there's really no need for that."

"Okay then, suit yourself."

"Uhhh...aren't you going to move back?", he smiled and remained in his place, "Will you please stop grinning like an idiot, it's creeping me out. And will you please stop staring?", the more you told him off, the more he did the things that annoyed you. The way he looked at you today was different, it was as if he was taking your clothes off, a thought that was enough to make you sopping wet. "Did you really have to wear such short-shorts, knowing that you'll be drawing someone today?", he asked. Your shorts weren't that short, nor too long, it was just Jaebum being overprotective again.

"Will you shut it and remain still.", you said looking him dead straight in the eye, "God, it's really hot today."

"Is that the reason why you're blushing?", he teased, "I thought it was because i'm naked."

"Do..don't flatter yourself dude.", you rolled your eyes and continued with your work. With each stroke of your pen, all you could think about was how beautiful Jaebum was, people would kill to get where you are right now. 

"Y/N-ah!!! You're bleeding!!!", he exclaimed rushing to your side.

"What?", you nonchalantly asked.

"Your nose! It's bleeding!", he rushed to your room to get some tissues, you could hear him swearing, probably from all the clutter in your room, "Throw your head back, come on. It'll help stop the bleeding. Fuck. The tissue...the...uhh...the...put it inside your nose. Come on. Come on."

You grabbed his hand to calm him down a bit, "Calm down, it's just a nosebleed. I am not dying.", little to your imagination, the action did not calm him down one bit, it made his heart beat two times faster.

He pulled his hand away and stood up, "You probably got a nosebleed from the heat, uhh...i'll buy you some ice cream. Don't you move an inch, i'll be right back.", he dashed to the door and disappeared.

"This is hilarious, I didn't realize it was even possible to get a nosebleed from staring at a man's naked body.", you went to your room, turned on the AC, laid and waited for Jaebum's return, the bleeding had stopped and he wasn't back yet, "Better watch some TV."

A frantic Jaebum came crashing through the door, giving you a mini heart attack. He went straight to your room and gave you two bags of ice cream, flavors ranging from vanilla to chocolate to caramel and many others, "Are you okay now? Did the bleeding stop?"

"What's up with all these ice cream?"

"I panicked and forgot about your favorite flavor, so I got one of each flavor." You laughed and gave him a bubblegum flavored one, "Eat up, this one's your favorite, if I remember correctly.", you patted the empty space beside you. He obliged, you both enjoyed your ice cream while watching some movies. Every after 5 minutes, he would ask you if you were okay, or if there was anything you'd like to eat, everyone thinks he's this cold and chic person but in actuality he's the complete opposite of what everyone thinks of him.

"Do you want anything else? Please don't hesitate to ask me, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you should take advantage of it, take advantage of me." "Like I told you, i'm good. But, thank you.", you gave him a hug, "Thank you for the ice cream and everything else. For always being here for me, for being my model, for being the best friend any girl could ask for. I'm really really thankful for havi---", the world stopped. It happened. Jaebum's lips met yours, the only thing you could feel was your quadrupled heart rate and his warm lips on yours, on your lips! Not on another girl's lips, but yours!

He tried deepening the kiss, but you snapped back into reality and pushed him away, "No. This is wrong. So wrong. We're friends, and friends don't kiss like that.", you stood up and went to the far side of the room.

"I know this is too much to process, but, I love you, Y/N-ah.", he declared, "And I can't keep with this act anymore, i'm tired of being just your friend, tired of being just your model. I want to be the person you can't live without."

"Stop Jaebum-ah, you stop right now. If this is one of your jokes, then leave me out of it. If you want to save this friendship, take back everything that you said." "Funny how I stopped thinking of you as a friend a long time ago.", he stood up inching closer, "Maybe it was over 3 years ago.."

"Really? That's your punchline?", you reckoned, "I know your way with girls, you tell them sweet and lovely things, call them beautiful and all just to get to their pants, and i'm not falling for any of that shit."

"Do you really think i'm that kind of guy?", he asked with a pained expression, "If I wanted to have casual sex with you, then I wouldn't have waited this long! I was scared that if I tell you my feelings, you would shun me. But, after knowing that you like me, gave me the courage to finally confess."

"Like you? Where did you-

"Suzy-ssi told me, she told me everything."

"Leave.", you said as tears rolled down your cheeks, "Please leave, if you want to save our friendship."

"Don't you think it's about time you started thinking with your heart instead of your mind?!?", he remarked.

"Please leave."

"If that's what you really want, I will respect your decision. But remember, I really do love you, with all of my heart.", he walked himself to the door. Hearing the door click was probably the most heart clenching experience you've had your entire life. You just let the most important person in your life slip right through your hands, he already told you he loves you, the least you could do was reciprocate it, but all you did was doubt his feelings for you. 

Hours passed, part of you wanted to go to Jaebum, but part of you wanted to remain friends. If you tell him you love him too, everything will change, it was more convenient for you if you remained friends. Your mind was a blur, but one thing's for sure, you can't afford  to lose Jaebum, betting on love was a risk you had to take. It didn't matter that it was almost 11 pm, you threw a thick coat on, grabbed your bag and went outside, but as you got outside you saw Jaebum, standing outside your door with his back turned, rubbing his hands together for some heat.

"Jaebum-ah?"

He swiftly turned around, "Y/N-ah!", there was a certain relief with the tone of his voice.

"You were standing outside all this while?"

"I..uhh..no, I...uh.. forgot something I just came back to get it, if you don't mind.", you knew he was lying, his lips were dry from the coldness, his nose was red and his body was shivering. When you saw him, you felt even worst, you accused him of wanting to have sex with you for fun, but someone who's just playing around won't wait in this cold weather.

"I love you too."

"What did you say?", he said, a smile lighting up his face.

"I said I love you too.", the next thing you know, you were both inside, you against the wall and Jaebum giving you deep passionate kisses, you had a hard time breathing being it your first time to kiss someone so aggressively. Pieces of clothing were strewn all over the floor, as you both struggled to get to your room. You pressed your thumb over his lips trying to catch your breath, "Can't you be a little more gentle?"

He scoffed, "I waited 3 long years for this and you're really asking me to be gentle?", you both laughed at his remark, but despite his joke, his kisses did become gentle. He planted soft kisses on your neck, while your hands roamed his body.

"God, you're beautiful.", you said, as you eye the glory that is his body

. "You're the one who's beautiful.", he said , leaving a trail of kisses on your collarbone, "You have no idea how many times i've imagined doing this to you." "Do you have any idea how dirty that sounds?", you purred, the sounds of lips clicking and ragged breaths were the only sounds that surrounded the room, his hands that were gently placed on your back were now on the hook of your bra. You gasped from the sudden cold sensation on your back, "Do you want me to stop?", he asked.

"My mind wants to say no, but my heart says yes. Since someone told me I should try thinking with my heart once in a while, then, I guess it's a yes." He smiled and gave you a quick peck on the lips as he skillfully unhooked your bra, after tossing the garment aside, one hand kneaded your bare chest while the other was at your back to keep you from falling. You took the chance to make your move, you cupped his face and gave him a deep kiss, with each passing moment it was like a fight of dominance between you both. He trailed his hand from your bare chest to your heated core, a gesture which made you gasp. He took this chance to slip his tongue in, but being the inexperienced kisser that you are, what was supposed to be a French kiss turned into a sloppy one.

Your legs weakened when he started circling your clit with two fingers, the squishing sound being produced only heightened your arousal, you could feel the wetness trickling down your thigh, "You're sopping wet Y/N-ah.", he fastened his pace, you clung onto him to keep your balance and to muffle your moans. "Oh my God, Jaebum-ah...that feels amazing.", you said in between pants. Jaebum was panting as well from the fast steady pace he was doing, "Scream for me Y/N-ah, I want to hear you scream my name.", you refused to moan for him so he maintained his pace. The pleasure was driving you crazy, you felt a knot forming on your stomach with Jaebum's ministration, "Jaebum-ah! I think I need to go to the bathroom."

He quickened his pace even more, the knot on your stomach was now building and you felt like it was going to explode anytime soon, "Cum for me, babe.", when you felt the knot explode, your legs finally gave up but Jaebum was there to catch you.

"That felt so good Jaebum-ah.", just when you thought it was over, Jaebum gently laid you on your bed and he positioned himself in between your legs, you could feel his throbbing member as he brushed it against your clothed core "We're just getting started Y/N-ah.", he swiftly slid your underwear off and threw it across the room and then his underwear followed.

You felt your eyes widen and your core dampen from the sight of Jaebum's member, it was covered in pre-cum and its veins were embossed, making it appear like it was about to explode, "That's going inside? Is it going to fit?", you asked, with a worried look on your face.

He didn't respond and started showering your body with kisses, you feel a warm sensation in all the places his lips touch, and you drown in Jaebum's intoxicating scent as he hovered over you, "I love you Y/N-ah.", he chanted repeatedly after every kiss. When he reached your core, he licked his finger and slowly pushed the digit in.

"Ah!!! Jaebum!", you moaned. He pumped in a slow pace and slowly adding a finger after the other, he was stretching you out for what was about to happen next. You bear with the pain knowing that Jaebum will not do anything to harm you, after some time he pulls out his fingers, glistening from your wetness. "Are you really sure about this Y/N-ah?", he asked after laying a kiss on your temple, "We can stop, if you want to."

"It's okay. Go ahead."

He took his member into his hand and positioned it at your sopping core, "I'm sorry Y/N-ah, but please bear with the pain.", you shut your eyes tightly, the warm sensation indicated that he was about to enter, he slowly pushed the tip inside and then you felt a tingling sensation.Jaebum was in shock, there was blood dripping from your core indicating that you were still a virgin, cautious that he wouldn't ruin the moment, he slowly eased his member in to lessen the pain, "Are you okay? I'm going to move now.", with your eyes still closed, you nodded as the go signal.

"Fuck, Jaebum!", you screamed. As soon as he started moving in a steady pace, the pain slowly turned into pleasure. He made sure to keep his hands busy, one hand on your breast and the other on your clit.

"You feel so good Y/N-ah.", he said in between pants. His member throbbed whenever you tightened your walls around him or when you scream his name, "Say my name Y/N-ah."

"Ah!!! Jaebum! Jaebum! Jaebum!", you exclaimed, the more you screamed his name the faster his thrusts became. Your hands were clawed into his back, whenever he hits your good spot you were sure you left marks onto his back from how hard you dragged your nails onto his back.

Both your bodies had the same rhythm and the same pace, all that could be heard from the room was skin slapping together, pleasured moans and endless cursing. When Jaebum felt his climax approaching, he hastened his pace and circled your clit with his thumb, "Let's cum together Y/N-ah!", a few more quick thrust and you felt him release his love juice inside of you. 

A breathless Jaebum laid on top of you, his head went up and down probably from the heaving of your chest, you brushed the hair off of his face and gave him a kiss, "That was amazing Jaebum-ah."

"No, you were amazing.", he slowly pulled himself out to get a tissue, to help you clean up. You were hesitant to let him wipe you, but he was persistent about it, "You know, I was taken aback when you bled."

"You thought I wasn't a virgin?"

He nodded while grinning, "You had two boyfriends in the past right?" "No, there was only one and he was a douchebag and we only dated for like a month, all he wanted from me was sex and he told me to stay away from you. When he said that, I immediately broke up with him.", you said.

"Oh, I see.", Jaebum was a person that easily gets jealous, and it wasn't exactly the time to make him jealous.

"I saved it for you.", you whispered, immediately pulling the covers over your head after, "I can't believe I said that."

His face lit up like a christmas tree, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing.", you and Jaebum were pulling the mattress back and forth. "No, no, no. You definitely said something."

"I said, I love you Im Jaebum.", you said.

He tugged the covers, "Yah, are you asking for a second round?", he teased. "Do you want me to die?", you laughed.

"I waited for three longs years, you can't blame me if i'm like this.", he was about to go in for a kiss but you stopped him.

You pulled him towards you and rested your head on his chest, you trail your hands from his chest towards his broad shoulders, "Let's stay like this for now, just like this.", you said nuzzling your nose in his chest.

"Yah, yah, that tickles."

You stared at him square in the eyes without saying a word, just laying beside him and drowning yourself with his beauty, "You're so beautiful."

He squinted, making his eyes look like slits, "Why do you keep saying that?" "Because you're beautiful."

"You are aware that I am man, or do I have to prove it to you again?", he suggested.

"I just can't explain it, everything about you is beautiful to me. Your face, your shoulders, the two moles above your eye, that smirk you do, your dino laugh where you look like you're about to swallow someone, the way you like to stuff food into your mouth. Heck, you even look beautiful to me even when you're pissed off and you look like your jaw is about to dislocate.", you giggled. Jaebum grabbed a pillow and covered his face, his sudden scream made you jump, "Are you okay? Are you angry because I called you beautiful?"

"I didn't think it was possible, but it is.", he mumbled.

"What did you say?", as you pulled the pillow off his face, you were taken aback because of the redness of his face, "Are you okay?"

He smiled from ear-to-ear, "I didn't think it was possible to fall even more in love with you, but it just happened.", he took you in for a hug, a hug so tight you had a hard time breathing, "I wish I confessed to you sooner, so you didn't have to date that douchebag. I could've been your first boyfriend. I might not be your first, but I intend to be your last. You last kiss, last boyfriend and the last person you'll ever love."

[failaise]

black water || prologue

summary: jungkook was your friend from childhood who you hadn’t seen since you were eleven. the death of your father sends you back to your hometown, but jungkook’s not himself anymore. you’re left wondering when your best friend became an asshole, and a wolf. 

werewolf!jungkook, bitten!reader

pairings: jungkook x reader

genre: smut/angst

a/n: i’m an asshole. warning. 

"Since when the fuck were you a werewolf?” 

Nothing had changed.

Your brother’s house was the same as you had remembered it being. The brownish color of the wood had dulled in a less than obvious way but your eyes were quick to spot anything that had differed from what your eleven year-old self remembered of this place. The flowers were blossoming- maybe that was different. You eyed them for a moment and wondered if they had always been a peculiar shade of blue before the front door opened and the tires of the taxi you’d driven in screeched around the corner. A lump of nerves settled comfortably in the pit of your stomach, frightened eyes staring up at the big home. You wondered how just one person could live here- but then again, Yoongi had always been introverted.

Worn-out Converse crunched fallen leaves with each step forward. The brown suitcase in your left hand squeaked and rolled, thumping as you made your way up the three small porch steps. The wood creaked beneath your weight, though the sound was somehow euphonious and comforting at once. You paused. The rocking chair he liked to sit in was still there, aged but covered in a new rug, as well as the old pot with a crack in it holding the variety of vines that crawled over the porch walls and up the side of his house.

There was silence, then more, and then the door opened.

The shock of it opening by itself caught your breath in your throat and you tried your best to look collected, nothing like the jumpy frightened thing you felt in your core. Swallowing thickly, you watched as the pale figure of your brother came into view, still just a few inches taller than yourself. His hair was black again, not the variety of colors you remembered seeing on your father’s phone, but he was just as ghostly. His clothes hung off his skinny frame and you worried that he hadn’t been eating right since- well, since he’d heard the news. Other than that, he’d grown up since the last time he’d visited you. He was taller, his shoulders had filled out a bit, and his face had slimmed as you suspected it would. Though, that smile of his hadn’t changed a smidge.

It spread across his face, revealing teeth and gums, and for a moment you forgot to dwell on the reason why you’d moved for him. Yoongi’s arms stretched and the bag in your fingers dropped, rushing to envelop yourself with him. He even smelt the same, too- like firewood and vanilla, but it was a scent that meant ‘home’ to you, and it was a scent you’d been wrapped around in since… well, that’s for a different time.

“I missed you,” Yoongi’s low voice rumbled in your ear, his warm cheek pressed against yours.

“I missed you more,” you returned quickly. His smile imprinted on the side of your hair, insurging a mass of warmth and longing deep inside your chest.

It was a minute until Yoongi released you from his hold. He helped you carry your bags inside and you wandered into his home, memorizing every little detail that had changed since he’d been old enough to live on his own. Your bedroom, you found, was the room Yoongi used to sleep in. The walls were white, reflecting the halo-ish glow of the cloudy sky just outside his wall-length window. Tiny lights had been strung up around your bed frame, adorned with familiar blankets and a brown teddy bear sat in the middle.

“Do you wanna eat in tonight?” Yoongi wondered, leant up against the door with his arms folded over his chest. You glanced at him from the middle of the room. The bags under his eyes worried you and you doubted he’d been outside in days- since he got the news, you supposed. On the other hand, you couldn’t lock yourself away like your brother could. Being outside was a remedy of sorts. The woods behind his home were familiar and if you remembered correctly, there was a little spot for you to sit and relax for the duration of the night.

Looking up at him, you smiled, “Sure.”

Soppy leaves turned to mush beneath your feet. The sound of mud squelching with your every step quickly became familiar to your ears and you marched forwards, a bag over your shoulders and your hair pushed back from your face. If you focused, you could taste the remainders of your dinner, pizza and wings. Your arms were bare and you wished you’d taken Yoongi up on his offer of a jacket and scarf, but your stubbornness allowed a pleasant breeze of cold wind to brush across your exposed cheeks. 

Sunset was soon. You could see the colors beginning to form as the sun dipped down behind the treeline, a vibrant arrangement of indigos and scarlet. Its resemblance to a fire was uncanny.

Eventually you found it- a small spot where you remembered visiting with your old friend in this town. It was a clearing in the middle of the forest, decorated with elaborate green vinery and flowers beginning to wither as the season changed. Situating yourself on the boulder you’d claimed to be yours, you folded your legs and sighed, tilting your head to stare at the miniature waterfall gushing before you.

You remembered the friends you used to have back when you visited your mother and Yoongi every summer. You’d become close with the neighborhood kids- one, in particular. He’d been a sweetheart who clung to his mother’s side and eagerly invited you to go hiking with the two of them, and he’d been the one who appeared at your door the first summer your mother moved to this town with a plate of cookies and an open invitation to play on his Game Cube whenever you wanted. 

How was he? Was he tall now? Taller than you? Smarter than you? Last you remembered, you were giving him lessons in piano and he was giving you lessons in the simple algebra you couldn’t figure out. Smiling to yourself, you leaned back, wondering where he was- if Jeon Jungkook even still lived in Farcrest. This town was small and you couldn’t imagine that someone with Jungkook’s dreams was still here. He’d be a senior now, you realized. He was in your grade, your age, with a laugh and a bunny-like smile that screamed troublemaker but secretly hid his true nature of a shy, childish little kid. 

You wondered how they all were- his friends, the ones he proudly introduced to you the first time you stayed with your mother for the summer here. What were their names? You remembered Taehyung, as he was as annoying as he was adorable- you’d had a crush on him, but it was overshadowed by Jungkook the following year. Park… Park Taemin… no, that wasn’t right. What was his name? Was it- oh, wait! It was Jimin! A smile hinted on your lips at the memory of that small boy with smaller hands and a hesitant, yet brave smile. You hoped he was doing well with his dream of being a dancer; it was all he talked about when you were there.

Caught up in reminiscing, you hadn’t realized the sun was gone had it not been for the icy breeze dusting your loose strands out of your face. Shivering, you tilted your head up to see that the sun had been replaced by a lingering white sphere, whose silver glow illuminated the clearing as if it were some kind of ethereal landscape. You eyed the dying flowers suspiciously. 

Behind you, the trees rustled.  

You paused. Convincing yourself that it was probably just a deer, or the wind, you pushed off the boulder and jumped down onto the leaves with a heavy sigh. With the sunlight not there to warm you, your bare arms were littered with goosebumps, teeth chattering on their own accord. You could hardly see anything without the sun there guide you- it didn’t help your vision was bad as it is, but now it was dark and you could barely distinguish between a tree and a long blur of brown. Anxiously you hugged your arms closer into your body, blew out a breath of gray smoke, and headed back the way you (thought) had came.

Crack.

Your feet halted again. You stared at the mass of a tree trunk before you and sucked in a nervous breath. “It’s just a deer,” you whispered with hesitation. Tentatively you stepped forward and at the same time you did, something low in the trees emitted a dark, deep rumble of a growl.

Not a deer.

Your stomach tightened in fear just as adrenaline began to flood into your veins. In the darkness, the pupils behind your contacts expanded until the shining color of your iris became a ring of glistening tears. Fight-or-flight instincts moved your feet forward and you didn’t even realize you were running until you felt the air, hot and wet on your face. The silence of the forest was overwhelming but now you were listening for even the slightest sound of disturbance. Your ponytail came loose, strands of hair obscuring your vision, but you didn’t stop.

The ground shook with each pounding step the animal took after you. For a moment you felt ridiculous, as if you were in some kind of movie because these things didn’t happen. Your life was as normal as it could be but now you were here, sprinting through the darkness with dim, silvery strings of lights as your hints and there was something coming after you- it had to be a bear. It couldn’t be anything else.

Its growls bounced off the trees. The sound was something out of a movie- low and dark and twisted, rumbling in its throat against the forest walls. You could hear the sound of your heavy breaths as you hung a left, hoping maybe you could throw it off but-

Your ankle twisted underneath your weight and you cried out in pain, screaming for the chase to end. And before you could stop you were suddenly airborne, flipping onto your side and crashing onto the ground with a loud, resounding thump. Fuck, you were on a hill. Grunts escaped your broken lips with each flip, with each powerful blow your body dealt the forest floor in your relentless torment of a night. Your momentum picked up and you wished- god, you prayed- that your speed was faster than the thing coming after you. 

Your whole body ached when you finally rolled to a stop. The bottom of the hill was caked with mud and held a tiny little puddle, though it was more of a river now, as a reminder of the rain earlier that day. It was strikingly cold and distracted you from the pain you felt, but the taste of mud in your mouth was too much and you sat up, spitting out blood and dirt onto the forest floor. 

A part of you wanted to lay there and rest, to listen and hear if it was still running, but the other half of you- the one guided by adrenaline and the desire for survival- pushed you to your feet. Your ankle cried out when you stepped on it but you went forwards anyway, Converse crunching leaves with each trudge forwards. In your chest, your heart pounded against your ribs, creating an erratic rhythm that only sped up when you realized something- 

it had gone completely silent. 

Shaking in trepidation, you slowly looked up across the mud and water. In the reflection of the moonlight, you could see yourself- your cheek bruised, hair caked with dirt and hanging in wet strands before your face, your lip split. And as your eyes traveled across the lake, they met the reflection of something else on the glittering surface- something with glowing red eyes and a hunger you’d never seen before. 

Everything froze. 

It stared at you through your reflection. Its body, a mass of black and hind legs and hair trembled with anticipation, shaking feverishly across the river. With each exhale you watched clouds of white breath flood the air, disappearing like rivulets of smoke towards the night sky. Glowing embers of eyes glared at you, slowly traveling up the sparkling water and towards your body, rigid and frozen in place. 

Suspense built in your core. Your fingers were dug into the mud, holding you in place, and his long black nails clawed at the ground like a bull at a rodeo. He stared at you for a moment and you were suddenly certain that this wasn’t a bear- but it was close, and it looked familiar and God... were those ears? Why did they look so... human? 

Before you could think the creature let out a growl, something so retched and raspy that it nearly made you throw up. The ground met your back and you lost your ability to scream. Instead, you stared up at it, pupils blown and fear written across every feature of your face, lips curled in and nostrils flaring uncontrollably. Up close it was even more odd to look at... even more human than you’d thought. Black hair climbed up its jaw and decorated its back, in par with a protruding brow bone and a mouthful of long, sharp canines glistening with saliva. Something wet trickled down the side of your head and your vision blurred, then sharpened, then blurred again, like a camera lens focusing and unfocusing. Hot, wet breath trickled across your lips and damn, did this thing need a mint. 

Pain erupted in your side before you even registered it moving. Your eyes grew round and wide, staring up at the skyline while knives entered your hip. Your scream was lost in your throat and you could only gasp, clawing at the ground as if it might help you home. Another low growl rumbled against your skin and your head lolled backwards, thumping against the dirt. 

By the time it stopped you were almost gone. Lapping at the wound it created, the humanoid beast lifted its head, teeth stained crimson, and looked up at you. Those eyes... you were sure you’d never forget them, that you’d never forget the overlapping shades of gold and red, burning into your skull. 

A tiny whimper hummed against your lips. Your hands were shaking as your tried to cover your hip, trying to stop blood from leaving though it seeped through your fingers nonetheless. And for a moment you swore that creature, that thing had heard your pathetic attempts to help yourself, that its grim eyes had flashed over with something... something like guilt. 

You weren’t sure. You couldn’t be sure. Any intelligent thought you had drained out with your wound, dripping burgundy onto the leaves at a slow, steady pace. Your adrenaline was gone and your instinct to fight was rapidly dwindling to an ember. Fingers shook at your sides, before they stilled, and your body went slack against the side of the hill. Your eyes, round and frightened, relaxed until they were half-moons, lazily glaring down at the beast. 

And as you slipped into unconsciousness, the only thing you remembered were the words softly escaping your lips.

“I’m going to die.” 

prologue. black water. 

[baepsaets]

The Call

(a/n: thank you all for 4k, and happy birthday jk! to celebrate, here’s a oneshot i’ve had typed out for a bit but didn’t want to post just yet. i’m working on a collection of oneshots that will all loosely be connected, all of them frat!jungkook related. they are all stand-alone, although they exist in the same universe).

summary: the only time you take the obnoxious frat boy from your chemistry class seriously is when he calls to tell you your close friend is having a bad trip at a party.

warnings: drug use mention (but not jk or the reader - and yes, this drabble is inspired by a true story. party safe lovelies!), enemies to friends to lovers (but just the friends part in this fic) (although jk is jealous lmao)

Frat Drabble: 4.3k

Your bare feet pounded on concrete as you ran down the block, glancing at your phone to check the time. It had been three minutes since Jeon Jungkook had called you from your friend’s phone.

It was a Friday night, which meant you’d had a hot date with your couch and Netflix, enjoying the time you got the spend alone while your roommate went out. When your friend had called you half-past midnight while you were in the middle of your latest binge, you’d been surprised, but answered anyway. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, (Y/N)?”

Your blood went sluggish. The voice on the other end of the phone was male, and definitely didn’t belong to your friend. “Who is this?”

“It’s Jungkook. From Chem 201?”

Jeon Jungkook. The current bane of your existence—or at least, the bane of your chemistry class. He was seated next to you, and with an assigned seating chart, there was no way to avoid him.

The two of you had admittedly started off on the wrong foot. He’d caught you in a bad mood, but then had matched that mood with his own. But it wasn’t your fault that he was completely intolerable. Just a stupid, smug frat guy. He was probably going to school on his dad’s paycheck and didn’t care about failing. He certainly didn’t care about passing, from what you’d seen of his test results before he’d shoved them into his cluttered backpack.

It had all happened because he’d sat in your seat. From then on, it was like the guy had developed a special grudge against you. And you, who was a good student—you, who had to work hard to maintain a scholarship. You—who was sarcastic and could come off as a little bitchy—yes, you—were all too willing to respond in kind.

First, it had been the man-spreading. Jeon Jungkook sat like he had the biggest elephant nuts of the century. He sat with one leg pressed against you, the other stretched out lax in front of him. It was the touching that bothered you. Jungkook created heat like a furnace, and you didn’t like being touching by people you didn’t know or like. So, you scrunched away from him, curling around the other armrest until your other seat neighbor glared at the both of you. Your row already had such limited space. It was a lecture hall, for God’s sake.

Not to mention all the women that flocked to his seat. You’d had to ask more than one girl to move after coming into class and finding them surrounding him, like he was God’s gift to women. As if. Sure, the guy was nice to look at, but he knew it, and his confidence bordered on an arrogance that made your blood boil. It only got worse when he watched you shoo them away—smirking, knowing it annoyed you. A type of smirk that said, “Don’t you wish you were them?”

No, you self-assured motherfucker. Quit looking at me like that.

Then, it had been the pen clicking—fuck, the pen clicking. Murder was imminent. By the second week, Jungkook had figured out that you hated pen clicking, so that’s exactly what he did.

After that came the Hydroflask Incident. Namely, Jungkook had spilled almost his entire hydroflask on your backpack. That was the worst one. All of your surrounding seatmates had gasped in horror and let you used their desks to air out your papers, which were almost soaked. Luckily, you hadn’t had any textbooks in your backpack at the time. Jungkook had apologized for that one, even looked a little guilty, but it didn’t matter—Jeon Jungkook was obviously the scum of the universe, and you would never accept any apology from him even if he begged you on his knees. He was trash, and that was that. You didn’t waste time on trash.

His face flashed in your mind—wide-eyed, soft-lipped. Why was he calling you from your friend’s phone? They weren’t hooking up, were they? The thought filled you with unexpected horror. “Where’s (Y/Fr/N)?”

There was a deep sigh. It really wasn’t fair that he sounded so good over the phone—everyone sounded ugly over the phone. It was the law! “Listen—she’s in pretty bad shape right now. She came to a party at my frat house and she ended up—maybe taking something?”

You sat up straight on the couch. (Y/Fr/N)? Yeah, she did some wild shit, but she’d never been a drug user. Hell, she’d tried pot back in high school and hadn’t even liked it.

“Taking something? Like what?”

“Uh—shrooms?”

You jaw dropped. Whatever Netflix show you’d been watching turned into static background noise. “What?”

“It was an accident! She was drunk and I think some guy offered her some, and she ate them without realizing it. I’ve got her cornered in my bedroom, but she’s having a really bad trip.”

That was all it took to get you scrambling to your feet. You were wearing a loose shirt and panties, but you tugged on a useless pair of sleep shorts while keeping the phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

“Do we need to call 911? Does she need a hospital—?”

“It’s not that bad—,”

“Not that bad? How do you know that? What if it was laced with something and she dies?”

This was so fucking typical. Jeon Jungkook, frat guy extraordinaire, not caring about a girl getting drugged in his own house. Why even call if he was going to act like it wasn’t a big deal?

“It’s not—,”

“This is your frat house, Jungkook! You’re responsible for what happens in it!”

“I fucking know that!” he finally snapped. You went silent in shock. “I know that, okay? We’re all freaking out right now and we already shut down the party! Jesus, Jimin broke that guy’s nose once we found out! I’m calling you because while I was looking through her phone to find someone to come help us, your name was the only one I recognized.”

You bit your lip, chastened. “What’s the address?”

“I’ll text it to you right now. Just—get here soon, okay? I’m afraid she’ll hurt herself.”

This was your worst nightmare, you realized. Something bad like this happening to someone you loved. You didn’t open up easy, so the people you did care about, you cared about hard.

“Has she thrown up?”

“I thought about making her, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know how to handle a situation like this. Alcohol and weed are the only stuff we allow on our property, so whoever this guy was, he snuck in.”

You slipped on your flipflops and dashed out the door. You were surprised to see Jungkook’s frat house was only several blocks away. Perfect, because you didn’t want to wait for an Uber, if you were even lucky enough to find one at this hour. You ran a hand through your hair and tried to shape it into something presentable. Had you showered today? No, you hadn’t. But that didn’t matter.

“Just—sit with her until I get there. Please.”

“I already have been,” he said, surprisingly gentle. “I got her some water and tried to get her to eat, but she wouldn’t take anything from me. She can’t recognize any of us, and she’s scared to death. That’s why I decided to call a friend in her phone. I don’t know anything about her family and didn’t want to immediately call the police and get us all busted. The guy swore up and down it was just shrooms before we kicked him out.”

“Maybe the police are what that guy deserves,” you huffed, pressing the button for the elevator. You lived on the seventh floor and planned to sprint the entire way there, so you might as well conserve your energy.

His silence was telling, until, “If she wants to contact the police after this, we’ll help her.”

Your jaw dropped. You knew damn well that half the people that went to his frat’s parties were underaged, drunk and maybe worse. Calling the police would get everyone in a lot of shit. Some of them might even get expelled, arrested.

Frankly, you had expected him to beg you not to let that happen. His easy compliance shocked you.

Along with his easy compliance, his compassion shocked you as well. He said he’d been trying to care for your friend before calling you, which was more than you expected from some random frat guy who didn’t know her from Eve. A surprisingly kind gesture, from someone who had only shown you distain.

“Well,” you grunted, after collecting yourself. “We’ll see what she says. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

You hung up without another word. The elevator was approaching the first floor, and when it opened, you sprinted out of the lobby and down the street, following the path Google Maps had given you.

You were completely out of breath by the time you found his frat. You’d lost your flipflops somewhere after the first block. It was an old, big house—almost mansion-like. Beer bottles and plastic cups were littered across the lawn, signs of a party ended too quickly. You bounded to the front door and knocked loudly.

No reply. You knocked again, longer. Nothing. You were ready to try the door handle when it turned, and the door was pulled back.

A hard-faced and intimidating boy opened the door an inch. He looked young, but still a little older than Jungkook. He stared at you in frustrated annoyance.

“We said the party’s over.”

“I’m (Y/Fr/N)’s friend,” you panted. “Jungkook called me.”

Immediately, the boy’s face morphed into one of relief. He swung open the door, and you realized he had bright blue hair. “Thank God. I’m sorry. I thought you were here for the party.”

Your lip curled in disgust at the though. “Well, I’m not. Excuse me.”

You shouldered him out of the way a bit, taking in the space. It was definitely a frat house. It smelled like an aging brewery. There were several other men in the room who openly stared at you. For a moment, you were embarrassed by your attire, but the moment passed quickly.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you asked the room. Several of them pointed to a staircase in the corner. “Thank you.”

You took the stairs two at a time before almost running into someone at the top. He must have been waiting for you. For the first time, the sight of Jeon Jungkook filled you with complete joy and relief. His face, in comparison, was more shocked and horrified.

“Jesus, (Y/N)—where are your shoes?”

“Where is she?”

“You’re barely dressed—,”

“Jungkook.”

He sighed, accepting defeat. “She’s in my room, this way.”

Jungkook led you down the dark and empty hallway until you came to a door. It had several posters hanging on it, but you didn’t know of what. He pressed his ear to the door for a moment to listen before finally opening it, sensing your worried impatience.

The light was off. You got a sense of a modest-sized space, painted a dark color. There was a desk with a wicked gaming center set up on it, a dresser, and—there, a bed. You could see a shapeless lump on it that turned into a person the harder you stared.

“Hey, (Y/Fr/N),” you said, soothingly. She was curled up in a ball at the foot of the bed, head buried in the blanket. You turned to Jungkook. “Could you give us some privacy?”

His face creased. “She might get violent.”

“That’s okay, I’ll be fine.”

Your friend looked up when she started to register your voice, and said, “(Y/N)!”

She scrambled off the bed and threw herself at you. Jungkook tensed, and moved almost as if to defend you, but all your friend did was collapse in your embrace and begin to sob. She blubbered something, but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You were certain it had something to do with whatever hallucinations her bad trip was producing.

Jungkook looked at her guiltily. “Has she ever taken anything like this?”

“She’s smoked some weed, but nothing more serious.”

You led your friend to the bed and helped her lie down, still shaking and sobbing. You held her hand and she gripped you tightly, like she was afraid you would let go.

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, keeping your voice calm and steady without being too sappy. “I know it’s bad right now, but you’re safe. I’m here with you, and this will be over soon.”

You laid down until you were across from her, watching her rock back and forth. You used your thumb to wipe her wet face. “Jungkook—could you bring me some tissues?”

You didn’t look as he left, or when he came back. He handed you a roll of toilet paper.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s all we have.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, voice still soft. You didn’t see it, but Jungkook’s gaze lingered on you, suddenly struck by your kindness. In class, you were often so cold and reserved. It was startling for him to see you so suddenly and painfully human.

He felt guilty for thinking that. He wasn’t going to lie and pretend he liked you, but he didn’t not like you, which you seemed to assume.

It was like you purposefully made yourself hard to get along with. Jungkook was an easygoing guy—maybe a little introverted, but friendly, at least. At first, he’d thought you were that way too. Until he very quickly realized you were just stuck-up and mean.

Well, that was harsh. You weren’t mean, and if you were, it was because he messed with you. To be honest, he couldn't actually pinpoint exactly why he liked doing that. Sometimes, it was just nice to get underneath your skin. To see your perfect composure crack, with just the clicking of his pen.

He just wished you didn’t look at him like he was a bug to be squished underneath your shoe.

Jungkook didn’t consider himself a frat guy, whatever that was. He was a guy, and he was in a frat. Why did putting those two together suddenly erase every other part of his personality? Before, he was Jeon Jungkook—kind, honest, handsome, talented, funny. But now, he’s Jeon Jungkook—frat guy.

That was the only part you seemed to care about. Why should he be compelled to think any kinder about you? To him, you were just a judgmental, possibly even cold-hearted classmate.

But that was before—before he saw you like this. Before he watched you wipe snot from your friend’s nose with your sleeve when the toilet paper wasn’t doing the job. He sank to the floor, mollified with the knowledge that your friend probably wasn't going to attack you at any given moment.

You wiped the snot from your friend’s nose, and the drool from her mouth. You tried to wipe off her smudged and running makeup as best as you could. She was still sniffling, eyes shut tight like she was afraid to open them.

After what must have been at least an hour, her trembling stopped. Her hand was lax in your own, and her breathing evened out. She had finally, finally fallen asleep, while you murmured reassurances into the still space between her face and your own.

You observed her, making sure she didn’t look sick or sallow. Making sure she was still breathing. Your own eyes were dry and stinging, but you weren’t tired enough to sleep. Another half-hour went by like this, until you felt confident enough to extract her hand from your own and carefully climb off the bed.

Your body was slightly sore, and you turned to stretch—and saw Jungkook asleep by the door, body slumped forward.

You stopped. He looked softer in his sleep. His face was suddenly round and painfully young. His mouth was open slightly, air whistling between his lips. His hair was stuck up in front from constantly running his hand through it, and his skin was paler—too pale. His dark circles stood out. He was still wearing jeans and a t-shirt, which you assumed he’d been wearing at the party.

A glance at your phone confirmed that it was only three in the morning. You walked back around the bed and covered your friend with the blanket, making sure she was comfortable. You gently removed her shoes. She snuggled deeper into the pillow, still clinging to sleep.

You moved back toward the door. You crouched down until you were close to Jungkook’s face.

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching out to poke his shoulder gently. He jumped suddenly, whacking his head against the door.

He gasped in pain while you cringed for him. Reaching up, you cradled the back of his head and rubbed gently to help with the pain. It was a sudden, intimate gesture, but you were still in mothering mode. He allowed it, staring sleepily into the dark. You glanced back at your friend to make sure she hadn’t been woken by the thud.

“Can we step outside?” you asked, voice still low. He winced and nodded, climbing unsteadily to his feet. The two of you slipped outside, leaving your friend comfortable and still asleep in the bed.

The hallway was pitch black, but you could see light coming from the bottom of the staircase. Jungkook slipped his hand in your own and led you in that direction. His hand was warm and slightly rough, and you squeezed it subconsciously. He squeezed back. In the darkness of the hallway, so late at night, and after dealing with such a scary and pressing situation, almost nothing felt real—it was almost like a strange dream.

He let go of your hand at the bottom of the staircase. You let him.

A lamp glowed dimly in the corner. In the living room was another boy. You recognized him as the one who had answered the door. He was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He jerked up when he saw you.

“Is she okay?” he asked, speaking in a whisper. Like it was too late at night and the room was too empty to use a regular speaking voice.

“I think she’ll be fine,” you replied. “She’s gotten past the worst of it, and now she’s asleep. I wanted to grab her a glass of water for when she wakes up.”

You turned toward Jungkook. “Where’s your kitchen?”

The other boy jumped off the couch before he could reply. “I’ll show you.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook said, lowly. Almost gruffly. His morning voice? “I’ve got it.”

Taehyung stopped and raised an eyebrow. He eyed Jungkook, suspiciously. Something passed between the two of them, but you were too tired and mentally occupied to focus on it.

You tugged on the sleeve of Jungkook’s shirt and demanded, “Kitchen.”

The weird eye contact between Jungkook and Taehyung was broken, and he turned to you. “Yeah, it’s this way.”

He led you, but Taehyung followed anyway. The kitchen was modest and much cleaner than you expected. As if sensing your surprise, Jungkook snorted.

“You really think we’re animals, don’t you?” he asked. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass, while you flushed.

“I don’t,” you defended. You were feeling a bit ashamed. You’d thought some harsh things about Jungkook, and even if you hadn’t said them out loud, they still influenced how you’d treated him. Tonight, you’d gotten an opportunity to see a different side of him—one that you hadn’t allowed yourself to see before.

Suddenly, everything he’d ever done to you felt petty. So, what, he clicked his pen? He spilled water on your backpack? What did stuff like that matter? Why had you let it affect you so much?

“Yes, you do,” he replied. “You’re always so quick to think the worst of us.”

“Bold statement to make from a boy whose frat hosted the party my friend was drugged at.”

He and Taehyung winced, but then so did you. You could recognize a low blow, even if you were the one that had delivered it. There must be something wrong with you. Hadn’t you just been thinking you were being a huge bitch?

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, immediately. “I know that’s not the whole picture. I didn’t mean for it to sound that judgmental.”

Jungkook stared, and you flushed. “I mean—I know I can do that. Be more judgmental than I realize. And it’s true that sometimes I’m more inclined to think badly of you. But I know that’s just me being a bitch about it.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Taehyung butted in, drawing your attention and Jungkook’s ire. “This is our frat, and it’s our fault something like this happened. We should be more careful about who we invite and who we let in.”

Taehyung moved until he was standing next to you and continued. “It’s easy to have a negative opinion on frat life. I’m sorry that we had to prove you right tonight.”

Your flush deepened, but this time because of attention instead of embarrassment. Christ, where had Jungkook been hiding such a handsome and well-spoken frat brother? If you’d met him first instead of Jeon, maybe your opinion on frat life wouldn’t be so negative.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at the interaction. It made his skin tingle and his chest burn. He filled the glass he’d gotten with water and thrusted it toward you. “Here. We should go back up.”

Taehyung looked at him in confusion as you took the glass. “Just stay down here and sleep on the couch with me, man. I was gonna stay to get an early start on cleaning tomorrow morning.” He looked at you suddenly. “What did you say your name was again?”

“She didn’t,” Jungkook said, at the same time you replied, “(Y/N).”

Taehyung smiled. It was boxy. Adorable. “(Y/N) and (Y/Fr/N) can sleep in your bed, and you can sleep down here with me. Right?”

Jungkook frowned. “I’m fine on the floor. I want to be there if something happens.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook shot you such a sudden glare that your teeth snapped shut. Taehyung eyed him again, except this time in amusement.

“Okay,” he shrugged. He looked back at you and smiled, but there was something more to it—it was playful, teasing. “Thank you for coming over, (Y/N). You’re a devoted friend.”

You smiled at the compliment. “I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do.”

“You’re doing a lot more than a lot of people would be willing,” he corrected, making your smile widen.

“Yeah, she’s great,” Jungkook snapped, sarcastically. “We need to go back.”

You narrowed you eyes at him, but let it go. It was time to let it all go. You were tired of being bitter and thinking you were justified for it. 

The three of you wished each other good night before Jungkook took you back to his room, hand on the small of your back while you climbed the dark staircase. You stopped near the top, where it was still bright enough to see most of his face.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned. You nodded and looked away.

“Yeah, I just—,” and you stopped, unsure. “I’m sorry, I’m so bad at this. But I just feel like I owe you an apology.”

His jaw dropped. “What?”

You sighed. Did he have to be so dramatic? This was already hard for you. “I meant what I said earlier, about thinking the worst of you. When we first met, I was already in a super bad mood. We got off on the wrong foot.” You looked at his face. “I definitely thought you were just some ignorant fuckboy frat guy, but worse than that, I really didn’t try to see you as anything else. I accepted my bad impression of you and let it color my judgment toward everything you did. That was wrong of me.”

You glanced down the hallway, toward his room. “Thank you for calling me. I’m really grateful you were able to take care of (Y/Fr/N) before I got here. You didn’t have to do that. She’s not even your friend.”

Jungkook watched your face closely as you continued. “So, what I’m really trying to say is—I’m sorry for being rude. I’m sorry for not taking the time to get to know you. And I’m sorry for not giving you a chance. It’s a bad reflection of my character. Thank you for putting up with me, and thank you for helping me tonight.”

You waited a bit in stuffy silence. You weren’t sure what you were expecting—for him to laugh in you face, maybe. For him to at least acknowledge your apology. You were getting nervous until he finally said, “I’m sorry, too,”

You let out a surprised noise, and he continued. “You’re not the only guilty one. I did the exact same thing. I didn’t take the time to get to know you because I thought you weren't worth getting to know. I thought you were rude and uptight, and I went out of my way to annoy you because of it. That was wrong of me and I was being a huge dick. It wasn’t until tonight that I saw you as like, an actual person.”

“What did you see me as before?” you asked, slightly amused.

“I don’t know. A robot or something.” At your offended look, he was quick to continue. “But no offense! You’re just always in class, always paying super close attention, never talking. Sometimes, I don’t even think you breathe.”

You tried to find it in yourself to be offended, but then—you laughed. You laughed hard enough to make the water in the glass you were holding slosh precariously, and until finally, Jungkook laughed too.

“Yeah,” you agreed, still chuckling. “I’m sorry. I take myself a little too seriously sometimes.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” he said. “I probably don’t take myself seriously enough. I know I’m goofy, but my grades—,” and here he stopped, grimacing, “—are bad. Really bad. Especially in chemistry.”

“I can help you out, if you want,” you offered. It was time to start wrapping up your conversation. You didn’t want to leave your friend alone for much longer. “We can study together.”

He seemed shocked. “Really?”

“Totally,” you agreed. “I mean, I suck at chemistry too. Maybe we can help each other.”

Jungkook stared at you a moment longer. If seeing you act kind with your friend had been a shocker, this was somehow even worse—seeing you actively friendly. He was certain, after tonight, and after your apology, that your cold and anti-social persona hide a surprisingly welcoming and caring heart. How willfully blind he must have been to have missed it.

Then he smiled, almost shyly. A surprising bunny smile, very different from the smug one he usually wore in class. “Yeah. Maybe we can.”

The two of you went back to his room. He creaked open the door and let you through, closing it behind him. It was still dark, but your eyes were more adjusted. You could hear your friend lightly snoring on the bed, and could make out a lump under the blanket.

As you made your way deeper into the room, Jungkook seated himself by the door again and leaned against it for support. You winced in sympathy for his back.

“I’m sorry you have to sleep on the floor,” you whispered. Jaw clicking, you suppressed a yawn. Maybe you would be able to get some sleep.

“It’s fine.” And then, “I’m used to having plenty of women in my bed.”

You scoffed lightly. Of course he’d say some stupid shit like that right after your heart-to-heart. “Don’t ruin our friendship before it can begin, Jeon.”

“Is that what this is?” he asked. “A friendship?”

“Go to bed.” You set the glass down on the bedside table and climbed in next to your friend. She was still sleeping peacefully, mouth ajar and breathing evenly.

A minute later, once the two of you had settled, you heard a quiet, “Good night, (Y/N).”

Your lip quirked as you tried to suppress a smile. “Good night, Jungkook.

[nai-has-jams]

I’m going to end up making a Drabble from this song

[kpopfanfictrash]

Every Way

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Summary: You and Jinyoung have been hooking up for a while, now. Each time you do, you tell yourself it is because of something your asshole ex has done. Except, you really have not thought about him in awhile now. Have you? 

Prompt: “I just like proving you wrong.”

Rating: 18+ (light bondage, spanking)

Word Count: 2,567

Whenever you end up at the same party as Jinyoung, you know exactly how the events will play out. Tonight is no exception to that rule and when you see him, you flush, recalling the last time he was inside you without meaning to think about it. You never mean to think about these things, with Jinyoung. Never intend to remember him yanking your hips backwards, fucking you quickly while his smooth, agile hands skimmed the length of your body.

Just the thought makes your knees turn weak and you whirl, pulling your drink away from the bar. “Excuse me,” you mutter, avoiding eye contact with him while you beat a hasty retreat. Luckily, Jinyoung is too engrossed in conversation near the door to see you – he barely notices, when you leave the room.

Upon reaching the hallway you sigh, leaning against the paneling and slowly pushing yourself upwards. You take a swift drink from your cup before continuing, ignoring the thumping bass from below. The party in the other room is loud and you stand for a moment, gathering the courage to enter; to enter and make casual small talk, simultaneously avoiding the one person you came here to see. Jordan.

He stands in a corner of the room, talking to some girl you don’t know. He’s also completely unconcerned by the idea you might also be at this party. Unlike you, who debated for hours on what you should to wear, repeating things you could say just in case he decides to talk to you. But there Jordan is, laughing away, leaning in to place his hand on the small of some random girl’s back. Your stomach sinks because you know that move, you’ve fallen for that move and suddenly nauseous, you close your eyes.

“See anything interesting?”

His voice is low in your ear and you sigh, body tightening turning around to face Jinyoung. “Not in the slightest.”

He smiles, hair falling into his eyes. Jinyoung is stunningly attractive: tall, dark-haired, with the jawline of a lesser god. Scratch that – the jawline of a higher god and when the corner of his mouth lifts, you know you’re in trouble. Jinyoung is well aware of how affected you are by him. That’s the problem – Jinyoung is attractive, but pompous. He’s arrogant, insufferable and about a million other things which come to mind.

Cocking your head, you fold your arms sturdily over your chest. “What are you doing here?” you demand. “Go on, keep walking.”

Jinyoung chuckles lightly. “We both know that’s not what you want.”

Against your better judgment, your pulse starts to race. Jinyoung is right – that’s not what you want. What you want is to lower yourself on top of Jinyoung, have your hips brush up against him, wind your hands in your hair while you arch on his cock. You want his arms slowing you down, forcing you steady while – you swallow, shoving these thoughts from your mind. It’s just pure, raw attraction. That’s all.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you murmur, shaking your head. From the corner of your eye, you spot Jordan bending towards his latest conquest.

Jinyoung lifts an eyebrow, sipping from the drink in his hand. “Yes, you do,” he smirks. “You want nothing more than for me to press you up against this wall, bite down on your lower lip,” he breathes, lowering his head. “And pull you forward, making that annoying prick in the next room jealous.”

Staring back at him, you find it suddenly hard to breathe. “I – no. I don’t want that.”

“Don’t you?” Jinyoung’s voice is soft, deceptively so. He raises one hand to slowly push a strand of hair behind one ear. His fingers trail over your jaw, thumb brushing your lip. “I don’t believe that.”

Without breaking eye contact, you wrap one hand around his and lower it. “No. I d-don’t want you.”

“Hm.” Jinyoung smiles, hearing the tremor in your voice. When he moves, the hard lines of his body press to yours, lips brushing over your ear. “You don’t?”

“No,” you exhale, even while your hands slide beneath the fabric of his shirt. Jinyoung’s eyes darken at your touch. “I don’t want you.”

He chuckles, pressing one hand to the wall behind you. “Excellent,” he murmurs. “I just like proving you wrong.”

When he bends for a kiss, you don’t object to his touch. Rather, you respond to him hungrily as his lips open with yours. “Does he see,” you whisper, arching closer.

Jinyoung’s head moves sideways, even while his hips cage against you. “Yes,” he grins, biting down on your lip with his teeth. “He sees. He looks jealous.“

The first time you and Jinyoung made out, you were drunk. Drunk, angry and well aware Jordan truly hated Park Jinyoung. Maybe because Jinyoung had a crush on you, back in freshman year. Maybe because of the way he looks at you now – lazily, as though he’s waiting for you to come sit on his dick. Or maybe it’s just because Jinyoung is commanding, handsome and also one of your closest friends. Jordan never liked that.

The night you kissed Jinyoung, you were the one who asked him. You were the one who walked up and demanded that he, as your best friend, help you get over your ex. Jinyoung’s eyes glinted with interest, asking what you meant by that. When you leaned up on tiptoes and kissed him, he seemed taken aback by the action, freezing in place for a second before wrapping both arms around you.

“This is just because he’s watching, isn’t it?” Jinyoung asked at the time, nipping the side of your neck. Not that he seemed to care, of course. Jinyoung continued to kiss you regardless, thinking to hell with the consequences.

You nodded in response to his question, pressing even closer. “Is that a problem?”

He chuckled,

Tonight though, when Jinyoung says Jordan looks jealous – you find you don’t care as much. You find you don’t care if Jordan is looking, don’t care if you know that he is. All you seem to care about is the man kissing you, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to care about you at all.

Breaking away, you stare up at Jinyoung. “Good,” you say, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Come on.”

You tug him towards the staircase, the back of your neck heating with the look that he’s giving you. Jordan very obviously sees the two of you leave and you watch him set down his drink, turning visibly peeved. Some part of you is satisfied by this, but mostly you just want to get Jinyoung away from here.

Halfway up the landing, he pulls you to him. Your body meets his in the shadowy enclave while his lips skim your skin

“What was that for?” you breathe, pulling back just to see him.

Jinyoung’s eyes lighten, just a tad. “I wanted to kiss you,” he explains softly. “While he wasn’t looking.”

When he says this, you grab for his hand, pulling him roughly to walk down the hall. You peer into several rooms before finding one that’s empty. “Here,” you demand, pushing him inside.

Jinyoung obeys, raising his eyebrows. “You want us to make out here?” He smirks. “But Y/N, Jordan can’t see us.”

“Shut up,” you growl, crushing your lips to his.

Jinyoung’s hands rise to cup your face, mouth opening while his tongue flicks your own. His hands move lower, skimming your side, curving to your buttocks and lifting you against him. His knee presses in between yours, opening your legs while his thumb trails the base of your throat.

“You want this?” he murmurs, pulling you closer. “You want me?” he sighs, his legth hard on your center.

“Yes,” you breathe, trying to press him nearer.

Jinyoung smirks. “Good.“

Without warning, his hands find the hem of your dress. He lifts this overhead, stopping just before he removes it entirely. You gasp, standing with your body exposed while you hear, rather than see Jinyoung take a step closer. Without warning, his fingertips brush over a nipple. His thumb roughly teases as you let out a moan.

“No bra,” Jinyoung murmurs, his one hand disappearing to tie your dress firmly overhead. Body dropping, his lips lightly graze at your stomach. “For me?“ Jinyoung traces downwards, his kiss feather-light on the outside of your panties.

Pressing your thighs together, you stretch at the bonds holding you captive but realize escape to impossible. A whimper falls from your lips when Jinyoung’s tongue darts out, wetting you through cloth. His hands find your ass, pushing you back towards the bed until you sit on the edge. Only then does Jinyoung raise your dress, letting you see, although he keeps your hands tied.

"Lay back,” he demands. Jinyoung stares, entranced by the sight of you splayed on the bed before he kneels, one hand sliding in between your legs to push them open. His mouth finds your breasts, swirling and kneading until you’re writhing beneath him.

“Jinyoung,” you hiss, eyes fluttering closed. You squeeze his hand against the inside of your thigh, stopping the motion of his fingers against you.

Jinyoung looks up. “Yes?” he murmurs, hands wrapping around your legs to push further open. “Is this not what you want?"

Shaking your head, you watch his dark hair bend towards the center of your body. He teases in slow licks before tugging the corner of your panties with his teeth and sliding them down. Jinyoung pushes these to your ankles before spreading your legs, sitting up on his knees to better survey.

Keeping his eyes on you, Jinyoung slowly removes his shirt. He throws this aside to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down to display an impressive bulge against his boxers.

You’ve managed to keep quiet until now, but seeing him ready for you like that, you groan. "Jinyoung,” you sigh, leaning your head to the bed and arching your hips.

He chuckles, sliding on finger inside as a hiss escapes you. “Not yet,” he murmurs, bending to kiss your inner thigh. “Not… yet."

His lips ghost over the area you want him most, thumb rubbing lazy circles against your sex instead of his mouth. All the while, his finger moves in and out, driving you crazy.

You moan, pulling your hands against the confines of your dress but it’s to no avail. Then his tongue finds your center and you curse, tightening around his finger. Jinyoung adds a second, moving in and out while his mouth continues, hot and messy on your sex.

"Oh,” you moan, pressing your hips up. You wish you could touch, wish you could move but it’s so hot like this. Spread out, completely at Jinyoung’s mercy, unable to move in his grasp.

Then Jinyoung pulls his fingers out of you, chest covering yours while he kisses you deeply. As you open your mouth, needing more, his hips grind from below. His length is hard, obvious even through the material of his boxers and you whimper.

“Jinyoung.” You feel his hand, slick between the arousal of your legs. “Please."

Jinyoung continues teasing, fingers sliding in and out as he watches you moan with darkened eyes. His gaze darts down to your legs, then back you. "Fuck,” he mutters. “Flip over. Ass in the air.”

Drawing your legs back, you do as he asks. When he slides his hand over your ass, a tiny hitch mars your breath and you bite down on your lip. “Jinyoung,” you groan. “Spank me.”

He pauses, perfectly genteel. “Why? Have you been a bad girl?” His voice is velvet, intruiged and his hand slides to your center, stroking there once before hitting you.

You gasp, hands tangling in your dress while Jinyoung leans forwad. He’s pulled his boxers down to his knees and you feel his cock align to your center.

“Have you been using me,” he murmurs, voice low, “to get yourself off?” He spanks you again, gently rubbing that same spot.

“No,” you gasp, pushing backwards.

“What about to make him jealous?” Jinyoung mutters, not giving you time to process before thrusting inside you. He hits that sweet spot in your center and making you groan, crying out when he smacks you again. “Mm,” he sighs, circling once before withdrawing. “Was he able to make you feel like this?"

Jinyoung pushes back inside, his chest brushing your back while gently untying your hands. You push backwards against him, moving your hips as he slowly slides in and out.

"No,” you groan, eyes fluttering, insides tightening around him. “Never. Never like you, Jinyoung."

You mean this. Jordan was always safe when it came to sex - safe when it came to you and he was more concerned with getting himself off, than about your experience. Half the time, he didn’t even ask if you came.

"Good.” Jinyoung smacks your ass, almost lazily before pulling out to flip you on your back. “I want to see you,” he announces, eyes dark while he thrusts back inside.

There’s barely enough time to moan, to adjust to his length as he moves, in and out, mouth finding yours in an eager crescendo. He kisses eagerly, insistently and you find yourself at a loss, winding your hands through your hair. It feels oddly possessive, wrapping your legs around his waist and yanking him closer.

Jinyoung grunts when you rake nails down his back, picking up your pace to pull him deeper inside you. Forehead meeting yours, his dark falls falling forward, your chests brushing together in the dim light of the room. The tangled sound of your breathing and groans are the only audible things above the noise of your bodies.

Jinyoung’s hips rub your sex as he fucks, teasing an already sensitive area and pushing you just over the edge. All the while, his cock goes harder and deeper, hands pinning your own to the bed, lips moving to your ear before biting down.

“Come for me,” he murmurs, thrusting deeper. “I want to hear that noise you make when you come. I think about it every night,” he groans, hips turning languid. His finger strokes over you casually while you tighten around him. “Come for me, baby."

You can’t contain it any more, releasing everything that you have. Shuddering apart beneath him, you can’t help but cry out his name. You’re not even sure what you sound like, but Jinyoung does. He stiffens, shuddering while his body half-collapses against yours.

You stay like that for a few minutes, bodies spent and sweating before Jinyoung brushes a quick kiss to your forehead and rolls off. It’s surprising when he does this and you sit up to stare, as he pulls on his boxers. Moving almost mechanically, you slide your dress over your head to let it settle over your body.

Jinyoung still doesn’t look in your direction, yanking his shirt around his torso while you sit up to cross your legs. Feeling like maybe you’ve done something wrong, you swallow your pride.

"Jinyoung?” When he doesn’t respond, you stand, slowly crossing to touch his arm. “Is something wrong?”

Jinyoung stills, jaw tense as he looks at you. His gaze is quietly searching, seeming to wrestle with something. “Date me,” he blurts, so quiet you almost miss it.

“What?” you ask, taken aback, only able to stare in response.

“Date me,” he repeats, stepping forward until his hands find your elbows. “I know I act conceited, like I’m fine with this but I’m not - I, god, I’m not.” Jinyoung’s brows pinch together. “I’ve liked you since freshman year and I’m fine with whatever you what. If you want sex - I’m here. If you want a friend - I’m here. But what I really want, what I need to say is that I want you in every way possible. And maybe a couple that aren’t,” he adds, a small smile on his lips.

You’re still staring at him, trying to wrap your mind around this. That the thing you’ve secretly wanted for weeks  - maybe longer - is actually possible. Thinking back to what Jinyoung said to you on the bed, your eyes close. He wants more than this.

This might have started when you were angry at Jordan, might have started because you thought Jinyoung could get you what you wanted - but it’s more than that, now. Jinyoung was the one you ran to first, Jinyoung was the one whose kiss sparked something inside you that made you come back.

Suddenly it all starts to make sense and when you open your eyes, you realize you still haven’t yet spoken.

“Y/N?” There’s concern in Jinyoung’s eyes.

Rather than respond to his question, you kiss him. Sliding fingers through his hair and pressing your lips to his. At first Jinyoung seems stunned, though after a moment he responds. Pulling you against him to kiss deeply before taking a breath.

“Yes?” he gasps, eyes wide.

“Yes,” you smile, leaning up to kiss him again. “You, in every way.”

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[hansolmates]

jeonghan; everything comes back to you

feat. Jeonghan x female reader

genre: anti-soulmates!au, angst + a happy ending 

word count: 6764

summary:  After a long-term relationship with Yoon Jeonghan, things get ultimately more painful when he insists that you guys are still suited to stay “best friends”. Nothing’s grand about having your ex constantly coddle you, especially when he has his own terribly perfect life and you think you’re being dropped like a fading blip on his radar.

Love is like a stroke of lightning, they say.

Something so conventionally beautiful, le coup de foudre, the way morning dew kisses scarlet hued roses, rolling across their petals like chilled honey.

That’s not love. Love is the hard water grime on an old pipe, the clogged drain disgusted by bile and years of wear and tear. It’s when that pipe is so full of everything, something so all-encompassing that it needs to burst and smack you in the face.

“I love you.” She fixated on the way his lips curled in a cotton soft smile, painless and muted with unspoken truths. The words rolled off his tongue so easily, like hot chocolate, sweet and unforgiving. “But I can’t settle right now, not when all of this has been going on.” he held out his hand, his fingers lingering over her pinky, stained with shame. What was all of this? Was it more than his simple study abroad trip and the unspoken fear of a long distance relationship?  Did he think it was to easy to believe a whole year was enough to make things better? Was a year enough to simply forget?

Is love when you stop putting up a fight, to make the other party happy? Or is it when you make the strongest effort to keep it alive, until there’s nothing left to fight for?

“But I still love you.” he insisted, throwing his arms around her in a shameless embrace. How could she say no to those open arms, ones that held her steady all these years, only to destroy her under the same touch. Her head collapsed on her shoulder as she grappled the back of his clothes with fingers that seemed to slip , the thick wool of his sweater eating up the tears that would disappear under the dense fabric.

Love wasn’t all beauty.

Her heart felt coiled. Something she probably abhorred more than Jeonghan’s love, was probably hope. Hope was what urged her to keep going, to continue a poorly re-stitched friendship she never really wanted a part in. To allow herself to simmer silently like the way kindle burned, weak and longing for more. There was no space to let the smoke escape, so she just let the flames blaze, leaving herself to choke.

“You need to go out more.”

The statement came from (now ex) Yoon Jeonghan. They were still “best friends” he insisted warmly, taking every other free weekend to come to her apartment and raid her fridge. She'd watch his presence with a strangely content forlornness, that if she had to settle with having Jeonghan as just a friend she'd take it. He was on her couch, nestled in with a pint of Dulce de Leche ice cream and a pair of loose grey joggers slung around his lithe hips. There was a perky sky blue hairclip which tacked back his oakwood bangs, stolen from her bathroom sink.

“I do go out.” she insisted defensively, her fingers scrunch between her flannel blanket. She was on the opposite couch, making sure to give a fair amount of space.

“Really? Then I retract what I just said, you don't go out with me.” he adjusted with a jut of his lips. And he did look genuinely disappointed, abhorring the way she exuded feigned disinterest. It was devilishly calculating, knowing he could never undo the hundreds of her tellings. The way she lied, pretended to be disinterested, he knew too much for comfort.

“Excuse me, I have a degree I'd like to earn and it's not gonna happen if I constantly accept your invites—”

“Oh please, you always said yes when we were together.”

When we were together. But not anymore, right? His consistent need to act as if their former relationship was still a tag-on to their current friendship stung in the most obscure ways. One, because most relationships were cut and dry, if you're not together, you're not. Jeonghan relentlessly wanted and wanted her attention, and she wanted to give more, but not in the way he desired. She was ready to bite out a “but we're not together” until he opened his damn mouth again.

“And there's a guy I’ve been talking to, I want you to meet him.”

She always insisted they were the ones for each other. People said when you find your soulmate, you could feel it. Her parents felt it, her parents’ parents felt it. The tingle of inexplicable happiness, the everlasting feeling of pure and sheer love.

With Jeonghan, she definitely felt some semblance of that.

But it wasn't like that little bubble of happiness, the neverending butterflies and the candy-coated confessions. They fought, they were stubborn, and sometimes didn't get along. But they loved fiercely, and it seemed more redeeming than any soulmate could give.

Until her world turned grey.

It was some random night in winter. Jeonghan was sleeping over and they were going to have a movie night, gorging themselves with takeout and an abundance of pillows on her couch. She felt a niggling in her chest throughout, like someone was knocking at her door and telling her to hurry the hell up and open it. But it was tolerable, the knocking was imaginary but the warmth of Jeonghan under her blankets was beautifully real.

But when she stumbled out of their bed in the early hours of the morning, when even the sun didn't want to shine down, that pain was just as unbearably, invariably real.

Tears streamed down her face like an automatic switch, and she clutched her chest with an animalistic scrunch. If only she could rip it out! If only there were no such thing as soulmates, bonds of fate. Her hands shook as she lifted her hand from her bathroom sink, praying that her pinky was still tattooed in the pearl white hue that branded her to another stranger.

But her tattoo was now grey. Grey grey grey.

Dead she whimpered, her nails digging into the marble of her counter. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out the meaning of the liminal color. My soulmate is dead.

She used to fear the day her soulmate would make themselves known, but this was far worse than what she anticipated. The knife only twisted itself further into her heart when Jeonghan stumbled into the bathroom, cheeks soft with sleep and eyes half-lidded with innocence.

“Babe?” he mumbled, stepping into the acrylide yellow lights, his brows furrowing in a stupor. “What’s wrong?”

The only thing she could whimper was a crackled “Hannie,” and a string of morbid murmurs, dead, they’re dead and it hurts so much, too weak to get up or explain. Jeonghan’s eyes suddenly blinked to life, his whole body dropping to the white tiles. He didn’t need her to explain, and pulled her in his arms, tucking her legs over his lap in a cradle. He held on tighter, pressing his lips to her damp forehead in a poor attempt to stop her from shaking like a fallen leaf. The both of them did not know what hurt more, the fact that she would never meet her soulmate, or that they’ve confirmed that Jeonghan wasn’t hers. Jeonghan continued to embrace her, warmth seeping through the cold tiles.

That night they confirmed that their relationship wasn't any less than wishful thinking.

Jeonghan’s appearance was a sinful decadence.

“You look like a professor.” she remarked bitterly as they waited outside the small club. That was a lame attempt for her choking down her desire when she met up with Jeonghan.

He always found a way to stun her in the simplest of ways. People always thought Jeonghan was one to put up a fuss when dressing up, but she knew better. He was happiest in his oversized sweaters, the breathable workout pants that he never exercised in, and a baseball cap to hold in the hair he never tried to brush. But the days that he did bother to dress up were just as happy for him, because it meant looking even better than he normally did. Tonight he was dressed in a burgundy blazer and slacks, a powerful shade only he could pull off with such contrastingly smooth features, and a plain white shirt underneath.

“And you look like a student.” he bit back teasingly, his fingers reaching over to pinch her pliable cheeks.

“I am a student!” she huffed in feigned agitation, already annoyed he was trying to mess up her makeup before their night even started.

In some ways, it seemed like their relationship never ended. It was everything but the physicality, and even then there were times like this, when Jeonghan would linger too long on her form like she was the last bit of light on earth, his toffee eyes sparkling like liquid copper with blissful ignorance to the pain of the past. Break ups were supposed to be a good thing, it was supposed to signify a new day, a better tomorrow. But it was like her heart strings were still singing for Jeonghan and and it seemed like he was always half a beat off.

“Oh, there they are.” Jeonghan looked off into the crowd of bar goers, his gaze now miles lost.

Following his actions, she squeezed the fabric of her jacket pockets upon seeing a pair walking up to them. The young man had jet black hair, and permanent bounce in his step as his eager eyes took note of Jeonghan and her waiting at the entrance. She knew him from school, definitely, because who could miss the sparkly puppy eyes and positive disposition of Choi Seungcheol? But the other young man seemed to be more in his own world, eyes only focused on Jeonghan as he slided up to his arm.

She felt a jolt in her side, realizing that this was the guy Jeonghan had been seeing. The person Jeonghan had been going on dates with when she wasn’t around, feeling the things they once felt in syncopation.

“This is Joshua Hong,” Jeonghan introduced her, a small smile on his face.

Her hand autonomously reached for Joshua’s, his warm palm betraying her initial icy apprehension she had. She understood why Jeonghan was so smitten with this guy. One look into those playful, cat-like eyes and you were a goner. But his smile was even more terrifying, like the happiest things on Earth—ice cream, warm blankets, randomly finding money in your pocket—all wrapped up into Joshua’s petite form.

“Nice to meet you!” Joshua chirped, his voice reminiscent of windchimes. “Jeonghan’s told me a lot about you!”

She raised a brow and slowly turned to Jeonghan, hoping he’d kindly inform what these things were, but he clasped her shoulders and spun her around so she was chest to chest with his other friend. “And this is his roommate, Seungcheol!” Jeonghan informed.

Seungcheol on the other hand was a breath of new air, and she couldn’t decipher if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He had glowy star-like eyes that seemed to be eager to her every whim. It didn't go unnoticed when those eyes took their sweet time to meet hers, trailing in a slow gaze from the slit in her dress to the curve of her collarbones.

“Hey,” he said easily, finally meeting her eyes to shake hands.

It was only then she realized that the two of them were alone, left in the cold without a care in the world. Jeonghan and Joshua had already walked inside the club, probably looking frustratingly good together. Seungcheol put his hand out on the small of her back, his large fingers splaying hotly against her waist and searing through the thin material of her dress. She had half a mind to push him away with a stiff smile and call a cab, but she would never hear the end of it if she went home early. At the very least Seungcheol gave her a comforting smile, one that made her feel a little too vulnerable but very much understood, and escorted her inside.

Two hours and too many drinks to count, she found herself slumped at the edge of the bar, mulling over her life choices. Jeonghan was off on the dancefloor, looking absolutely celestial against the neon lights. It was probably just the liquid talking, but things seemed to be going impossibly slow as she watched Jeonghan dance with Joshua, the pair coupled in half-lidded eyes and wet lips.

“Y’know, he talks about you a lot.”

She pushed her heel to spin her seat, up until her bare knee brushed up against Seungcheol’s rough denim. She had to admit, he was a pretty good date. Other than the fact that his eyes had a difficult time looking at her face rather than her body, he was patient and sat by her the entire evening. “You’re kidding.” she said easily, her cheek digging into her palm.

“Why would I be kidding? The first time I heard about you, I was picking him up from  the airport and he immediately asked if I ever saw you around class. And trust me, Joshua isn’t going to last either.”

“How can you say that?”

“They’ve only been dating for what, three weeks?” Seungcheol held up his fingers, pouting. “It’s a new record, but he’s been dating around and hasn’t settled since you.”

She knew that much. Jeonghan was a honeytrap in disguise, (”Like bees to the Hannie” they’d joke together). As she watched the way Seungcheol ticked his fingers in her hazy focus, her eyes fought to settle on the prominent white tattoo around his pinky. It matched majority of the other clubgoers who haven't found their soulmates yet, Jeonghan and Joshua included. Her gaze fluttered to her own pinky, the dull grey staining her finger. A wave of sickness fell over her form, and she struggled to down the rest of her drink.

“What do you think it’s like?” she gestured to the white tattoo he wore. “When it turns red?”

He looked up thoughtfully, the magenta lights reflecting against his skin and the open expanse of his button down. “Mhm, dunno. My parents are pretty gross, though. Although they consider themselves lucky.” he lifted his hand, as if it were the first time seeing his soulmate mark. “I’d definitely like to meet my soulmate, whoever they are. If it was really meant to be, it’d happen, right? No use waiting, that’s why we’re here.”

“Yeah.” she licked her lips, biting the inside of her cheek. “I wish I could’ve met mine.”

Panic suddenly flooded his features, his eyes widening. “Wait, I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”

“Seungcheol, do you mind taking me home?” He stood up straighter in surprise, sobering up despite the fact he had very little to drink. He gave her an apologetic frown, but she shook her head with a soft smile. She knew he was only trying to assure her, that she had not fallen off Jeonghan’s radar and she was certainly still relevant in his life. But she didn’t want to be a little blip in his system, readily fading and painfully out of reach.

Finishing off his drink, Seungcheol gave her a sad smile and offered his hand. “Of course.”

The days following were terribly brutal.

She had a double date with Ben and Jerry (Half-baked with some Cherry Garcia on the side) ready to catch up on a litany of cheesy rom-coms and her lonely couch. Unfortunately it seemed like her so-called best-friend had other things in mind.

Things got weird after that night at the club. She and Seungcheol left with a simple goodbye, feigning exhaustion on her part.

22:05 [Hannie] So I take it last night went well? ;)

22:33 [Hannie] Hello, are you having an ice cream party without me? It’s Sunday Sundaes, and you didn’t invite me?

23:00 [Hannie] Replyyyyyyyy to meeeeee :((

Muting her phone, she strategically placed it in the farthest couch crevice by her feet. Without the light constantly alerting her of new messages, she was able to push any potential thoughts of Jeonghan to the back of her mind and focus on having a night to herself. Why was Jeonghan so concerned about being with her so often, and have the audacity to ask that last night “went well” with Seungcheol? Maybe Jeonghan thought he needed closure knowing that he was able to successfully set up his ex-girlfriend with someone new. But she was dealing with an inescapable closure that Jeonghan ripped open fresh on the daily. She hated being so foolishly in love, and rightfully so. Her pinky finger tingled like a dull long-term injury, reminding her that love is an emotion that systematically craves to be ached.

The next morning was met with an incessant banging on her door, jolting her awake from her tangled limbs intertwined through her blanket. With a heavy sigh, the golden sunrays kissed her eyes, forcing her to get up. Wiping the drool from her chin, she wobbled to the front door, blanket still wrapped around her sleepy form.

“What?” she snapped, swinging the door open.

“Uh,” Seungcheol offered her a lopsided smile, holding a tray of coffee in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other. “Rough night?”

Her anger boiled down to confusion, and she let him inside her mind buzzing with reasons as to why he was at her front door so damn early. “What are you doing here?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound too sharp at his presence.

Placing the food on her counter, he stuffed his hands in his worn navy hoodie. “Didn’t Jeonghan text you? We’re meeting them at the amusement park today.”

“That wasn’t part of my weekend plan.” she stifled a curse of protest, reaching over to her couch to dig her phone out. True to Seungcheol’s word there was a litany of text messages alerting her of these plans, all sent out by Jeonghan. “He just doesn’t stop, does he?”

“Not with you, no.” Seungcheol chuckled, relaxing in the seat next to hers. “It’s hard for him to make friends, y’know?”

“I know but still.” she frowned, staring at the phone in her lap.

“I know, it sucks.” Seungcheol’s eyes lingered at the way her fingers clenched in her lap, the grey that stained her pinky standing out like monochrome in a rainbow. “But if it was really meant to be, things will work out.”

The whole world seemed to revolve around fate, an enigmatic presence that fought to have more autonomy than the average human. Forcing herself to get up, she feigned a smile. “I’ll be ready in ten. I wouldn’t want to leave you third-wheeling with Josh, now would I?”

Over her shoulder she heard his voice, hesitant to admit but strong enough to rip the bandage. “He’s actually dating another person. Dumped Joshua that night we met.”

Slamming the bedroom door none-too-gently, she exhaled. And the cycle continued.

“Are you okay?” Seungcheol asked, elbowing her lightly. “You barely ate in the car. Are you nervous or something?”

“I’m fine. I just can’t go on rides when there’s food in my stomach.” she admitted reluctantly, hoping he couldn’t hear the rumbles of protests in her body.

It wasn’t a lie, she really did get extra sick on rides if she ate, but she had a cup of Seungcheol’s coffee and slept in the car to preserve as much energy as she could for the day. The four of them were walking to queue in for their first ride, her and Seungcheol trailing behind Jeonghan and his new girl. Her name was Sinbi, a gorgeous lady that dripped intimidation just as much as Jeonghan did when they first met. It was surreal, seeing the pair of them walk down the runway of the amusement park like they were being filmed for a reality show. Even in Jeonghan’s plain white v-neck and light wash jeans, he still looked great. Sinbi clung to his arm like North and South polarities, unable to wean away. She couldn’t blame her.

“You guys are such slowpokes!” snapping out of her daze, she blinked at Jeonghan who was looking over his shoulder. A playful smile danced on his petal pink lips, giving her that childish look he always gave her when she didn’t do what he wanted. Her heart stuttered, momentarily distracting her empty stomach with his sudden attention. If it not for the fact his arm was currently used as a handle for Sinbi’s hands, she would have considered walking faster or give some sort of verbal indication that she was having fun.

“I’m sleepy.” she glowered, gripping the cool rail of the queue they stopped at. “And it’s so hot outside.”

“But you love roller coasters.” Jeonghan pouted, stopping at the end of the line. “It’s not my fault you didn’t read my messages.”

She felt Seungcheol elbow her in the side, wordlessly urging her to at least try to be a little more cheerful. “Yeah, sorry about that.” she forced a smile, feeling the dull ache in her heart ready to explode at the seams. “But you always seem to find a way for us to be together.”

“Like fate, sweetheart.” Jeonghan teased, turning his back to give his attention to Sinbi.

Like fate. With a scoff, she turned away and decided she had enough of Jeonghan’s baseless flirting especially when he already had a date right next to him. She maintained friendly conversation with Seungcheol majority of the day, and he was more than welcome to give her the attention. He wasn’t bad company at all, and even braved a couple of the smaller coasters with her.

The sun was getting to an almost deathly heat, blaring against the amusement park goers who were waiting in line. They were at the last line before boarding, this time a boat ride that swung back and forth. Thankfully it was something Seungcheol could handle as he mentioned with a secretive grumble that he’s afraid of morbidly large rides.

“Then how did you manage to get on all the other rides before?” she asked pointedly, poking him in the bicep.

“Of course, because I had you to hold my hand the entire time.” he teased, leaning in so his large puppy brown eyes could bore into hers. She snorted at the blatant flirting, pushing him lightly with the pads of her fingertips.

“Your hands were so clammy they were like a fountain. You were so nervous!” she added, nudging her head to map out the blush that pooled beneath his cheeks. She concluded that whoever was Seungcheol’s soulmate was certainly a lucky person, because having him look at her like that, even platonically, felt like she was on some type of Cloud 9.

That cloud evaporated as soon as Jeonghan stepped himself into their conversation, tilting his head as if he were completely ignorant to his intrusion. The line was starting to move, and the workers were directing people in pairs to their seats.

“You should sit with me.” Jeonghan pouted, nudging his slender body between the two.

“Seungcheol needs a hand to hold.” she replied tartly.

“Nuh uh.” he frowned in that terribly adorable way when he doesn’t receive immediate self-gratification, and pushed Seungcheol to Sinbi, who giggled cutely and urged him onto the platform with her. “Spend some time with me.”

She sighed, conceding when the workers had already seated Sinbi and Seungcheol on the opposite end of the boat, and for her and Jeonghan to fill in the other end. Squeezing next to a pair of children, she gripped the handlebars, and reached for their seatbelt.

Jeonghan got to it first, reaching over her bare thighs to strap them to the ride. She froze, feeling the soft scent of his hair waft in her space. He smelled of aftershave, the way someone would come out of a shower all clean and refreshed.

“Having fun?” he asked lightly, breaking away to look at her directly in the eye. She liked his new haircut, the bangs framing across his soft cheekbones.

She shrugged, gripping the bar in front of her with more force than necessary. “Yeah, I guess. Amusement parks are always fun. And Sinbi’s a beautiful girl, I hope you two work out.”

Jeonghan’s smile dropped a degree at the neutrality of her answer, and she tried not to show that she noticed his sudden pinch. “Thanks.”

The ride rumbled to life, the boat swinging them back and forth like a pendulum. The sky was a vibrant azure, the sun shining in its cloudless arena. She focused on the way the sky seemed so clear, hoping Jeonghan would try to enjoy the ride on his own and stop trying to revive dead conversation.

It was then she felt slender fingers creep over the bar handle, brushing against hers. She only had a second to comprehend before Jeonghan pried her hand off the bar, lifting their intertwined fingers in the air. Giving her a crescent grin, he said, “It’s only fun if you put your hands up!”

And he screamed the carefree scream he always did when he was having fun, bringing her along for the ride. It was definitely reminiscent of the times they went to the amusement park together, the way his face would melt into momentary youth and the way his fingers felt melted between hers. Maybe for the moment, she conceded, tightening her hold.

However Seungcheol’s face was a deathly chartreuse by the end of the ride. She ripped herself away from Jeonghan once she got off the ride, paying no mind and instead helping Sinbi get him out of the boat. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly, taking one arm while Sinbi took the other, leading him to the nearest empty bench.

The dark haired boy nodded sluggishly, his eyes rolling. “M’okay. Just a little seasick.” his voice sounded like molasses, heavy and barely hanging on.

“I’ll stay with you then.” she nodded to Jeonghan and Sinbi. “We’ll tap out of the next couple of rides. You guys go on and have fun.”

Jeonghan looked ready to argue, but with two opposing sides against him, he seemed at the tail end of his wits. Sinbi was tugging on his arm, urging him to spend the rest of the day alone. On the other hand, his friend was sick and it was his idea in the first place to come here. “We’ll come back after a few more rides.” he finally said, biting his lip.  

Seungcheol nodded, cradling his head. “Gotcha. We’ll be here.”

Ignoring the extended look Jeonghan was giving her as the pair walked away, she plopped on the bench next to Seungcheol. “Y’know what. I regret not eating those pastries you got me this morning.” she stared woozily at the sun directing them, feeling a lot more lightheaded than she did earlier. “I’m completely drained and the sun isn’t helping at all.”

Her companion nodded lazily. “We should go get water or something.”

“Mmph.” she groaned, eyeing a food stand on one tail end of the walkway. “I’ll go to the bathroom and wash my face, maybe it’ll help me wake up. I’ll get us water after.”

“Are you sure? You can rest a bit and we can go together.”

“It’s fine.” she replied breathlessly, waving him away. “I need the fresh air.”

However her trek to the bathroom just seemed longer and longer as the length of the day seemed to toll on her. They’ve been there since morning and it was already well past noon. The last ride was a little upsetting to her stomach, even with Jeonghan holding her hand, and she understood why Seungcheol wasn’t a fan of heavy rides. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she sighed and pushed the bathroom door open. She was only to be met with even more hot air and a stuffy building as little children and mothers filed in and out of the bathroom like ants on clockwork, bumping into her and paying no mind.

Her eyes concentrated on the bright scarlet of a little girl’s t-shirt before stars sparked her vision, and her mind shut to black.

A name. Her name, bubbling and overflowing out of someone’s mouth like their life depended on it. Squinting her eyes once, twice, she saw orange light fill the vision of her eyelids before she opened her eyes fully. Her fingers immediately grasped the rough, hospital-like sheets beneath her body. Cool air consistently fanned her face due to the large ceiling fans.

“You’re awake!” Seungcheol cheered, sounding a lot better as he peered over the foot of her bed. “How’re you feeling?”

She could barely hold out a garbled “okay” before her friend shoved a bottle of water in her face. Her mouth felt like the Sahara as she eagerly twisted off the cap, downing a couple of gulps. Scanning the room, she noticed there were other cots around the little building filled with people and employees.

“We’re in the park infirmary.” Seungcheol supplied, “You fainted in the bathroom. I didn’t even realize until people started crowding the area.”

“I did?” she groaned, throwing her body back on the sandpaper sheets. “God. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, I’m pretty sure Jeonghan’s sprinting over at this point. Only you could get Jeonghan to run a marathon.” he chuckled.

“Wait, you told them?”

“What else was I supposed to do? Tell them you were in the bathroom for two hours?”

Their banter was cut at an almost anticipated soft interjection. She heard her name echoed throughout the tiny infirmary, treated only in the cotton-soft way that Yoon Jeonghan always handled her name. Jeonghan was leaning against the doorway, looking absolutely breathless as his chest heaved in and out through the white fabric of his shirt, practically see-through at the neck where sweat collected. He never ran a day in his life unless his school grades depended on it, and here he was looking worried as hell and striding over to her cot.

“Are you okay?” Jeonghan asked, eyes darting between her and Seungcheol. She managed a small nod, and Jeonghan turned sharply to Seungcheol, running a hand through his damp bangs. “Coups, can you do me a favor and please take Sinbi home? She’s still at the wooden rides by the food stands. I’ll take you home.” he turned to her, already bending over to pick up her purse.

Seungcheol looked ready to argue, a quip about “being a gentlemen” and escorting your date home properly, but the no-nonsense look in Jeonghan’s eyes indicated a finality that wasn’t to be challenged. “Alright, I’ll go get Sinbi. Eat something, okay? Drink lots of water.” with a small smile, he stepped out of their space, leaving the two alone.

The ride home was so awkwardly palpable, you could have sliced through it with a butterknife. She ignored Jeonghan’s looks the entire way, nibbling absently on a protein bar he got her from a vending machine. There goes her easy Sunday. She already knew that Jeonghan had something to say, something that consisted of more than the usual “alrights” and “don’t do thats”. And when they parked in front of her apartment, she didn’t even bother telling him he didn’t have to bring her inside. He wordlessly followed her, looking half-tempted to hold her arm as they made their way to her room.

His burning gaze was starting to melt her just as, if not more so than the blaring sun she endured hours before. As soon as she shut the door behind them, she pinched the bridge of her nose, ready to face his reprimanding head on. “I’m fine. I just fainted, no broken bones or anything.” she grumbled.  

“You worried me sick.” he stated disapprovingly, crossing his arms. She fought the urge to make a snappy retort, and turned to her fruit bowl in the kitchen to pick at an overripe banana. “How could you be so careless and not eat all day?”

She shrugged, knowing her passiveness would irritate him even more, “I didn’t want to get sick on a full stomach.”

“Well, you got sick on an empty stomach.” he retorted, his attentive eyes zeroing in on her smaller figure. “I’ll go order you food, and drink the Gatorade you have under the crisper. And go lie down on the couch, it freaks me out that you’re forcing yourself to walk around when you just fainted.”

“Jeonghan,” she murmured icily, letting go of the fruit in her hand so it wouldn’t be twisted to mush under her grip. “Please. Stop worrying about me.”

“You can’t tell me not to worry about you.”

“You’re not my boyfriend anymore!” she finally snapped, smacking her hand against the marble table. Swiveling away from the taller figure she kicked off her socks, padding her way into the bedroom. Once she got to the doorframe of her room, her posture slumped, a breath she had been holding on for minutes finally seeping out of her body.

Jeonghan remained at the opposite end of her apartment, momentarily frozen at her outburst. The word “boyfriend” left a tart taste in his mind, and he hated it.

“I can’t do this anymore.” she blurted, her eyes steeled to a corner in the room.

“Do what anymore?” Jeonghan asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“This, everything. Go out with you and meet your boyfriends and girlfriends. Act like everything’s alright. God, I hate it when you coddle me like we’re still together! We’re just friends, you made it very clear when you broke up with me.” every single word was like an icicle to Jeonghan’s sanity, and she hoped that he finally got the hint. “I thought I could pretend I was okay with you still being around. But I’ll never be able to stand it the day you have your soulmate waiting for you on the other side, and me having to watch. I’m happy that you’re finding other people and that you can still look for your soulmate, but I’m tired of watching. I hate being so close to you, but still so far away. I’m tired of being on the sidelines.”

“Sidelines?” his words were feather light, but permeated through the entire apartment despite the distance between them. He looked absolutely betrayed, his expression marred with pain. “Is that what you think you are to me? Sidelined?”

“Yes!” she cried, throwing her arms in the air. She wished she had the strength to close the door in his face, sob and wait for him to leave. But everything was just ejecting from her mouth with no stop button, months of pent-up stress accumulating to this conversation. “God, Jeonghan, don’t you get it? I just want you to be happy, but you can’t be happy with me. I can’t be happy with you. Not when I’m—” she looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the fresh tears. “Not when I’m not yours.”

These feelings for him ached to be dropped, like baby teeth that you never really needed. But it was a love that ached to be craved, insatiable and almost intolerable. The staring contest with Jeonghan was electrifying, his mouth parted with silent words and his eyes void with any positivity he may have felt this morning.

“Fuck, I don't want to be ‘just happy’ anymore.” A sharp click left his tongue, and in seconds his long legs drove through the room before meeting her at the edge of her bedroom door. He didn’t even give her a chance to hold on before he hugged her, pulling her off the ground and into his arms.

An unexpected squeak left her lips as she felt her body being dragged over to her unmade bed, leaving her legs to dangle as Jeonghan parted them for his space. His body draped over hers in a kneeling position, giving her a somber look as he dropped his head in exhaustion. It wasn’t the kind of tired you got after a long day in the amusement park, but the collective weakness received by months of unspoken words.  

She felt his lips drag upon her shoulder, the plush skin sending shivers from the base of her neck to the hairs on her arm. This was subdued by the way Jeonghan’s fingers were absentmindedly drawing trails from her arms to the tips of her fingers, his soft skin running across hers like silk.

“I never told you why I really broke up with you,” his words mumbled against her bare flesh, but she could hear loud and clear. “I made up some bullshit excuse of feeling like we should see other people, and it worked out because I studied abroad for a year. But I took advantage of your weakness, your soulmate died that week and I’ll never fucking forgive myself for not giving you the support you needed.”

A shaky breath melted on the juncture between her shoulder and neck, Jeonghan practically supporting himself on her. She felt her nose tickle her skin, and she wondered if he was feeling just as intoxicated under her scent as she did for his. “I was so, so scared. I was scared of everything. Scared that I was disappointing you because I wasn’t fated for you, scared that I wasn’t looking hard enough for my soulmate and disappointing them by taking so long to find them. I didn’t want them to end up like you did, I didn’t want anyone to feel the way you did. And even though I thought I was doing good in the world, I was too selfish. I thought I could do both, date around and find them, and still have you. But seeing you with Seungcheol, was even worse than I thought. And the fact that he was there when I should’ve been taking care of you was just the icing on the cake. It should’ve been me.

“And I’m still going to be selfish, because I still love you. I love you so much. I miss touching you without having to think twice. I miss you calling me Hannie. Hell, my soulmate could be working with the penguins in freakin’ Antarctica for all I know. And yeah, maybe if I do ever meet my soulmate they’d probably be amazing and perfect for me. But I don’t want perfect. I don’t want to be whole and happy. I want the fights, I want our silly arguments and the way it drives me absolutely crazy when you eat all my ice cream that I hide in the top left shelf of your freezer. Because I know it’s worth it. You’re right here, right now, and it’s the greatest fate I could ever be blessed with. You can hate me for this, but I’m never letting you go ever again.”

The dam broke when she felt the wetness upon her shoulder, and the slight stutter in his grip when he clutched her wrists. It wasn’t hard, but firm as if he ever let go he’d lose her completely. His breathing was starting to mismatch from its pattern, his forehead nuzzling against the fabric of her shirt. “My body still sings for yours.” his hands traced over her thighs, the softest spots and the caresses that were forever ingrained in his mind. “I’ll make it all up to you, anything and everything you want.”

Liquid betrayal pooled in her thighs at his simple touches, and she shook her head fervently. “God,” she choked, stuttering out an almost painful laugh. “I hate you. I hate you I hate you. I love you so much I hate it. You’re such an idiot.” the words rolled off her tongue with urgency as she pulled Jeonghan’s face to hers, diving in for a kiss.

His fingers cradled her face, and he lifted her up slightly to pull her further into the middle of the mattress. The kisses were butterfly quick, pecks in every single inch of skin that were left abandoned for months on end.

“I hate you too.” Jeonghan whispered tenderly, pressing his forehead to hers.

With one hand supporting his body he lifted the other to raise his left pinky, the ring still tattooed to  a fresh edelweiss white. Tingles shot through her system like morphine as she reached for his with her own pinky, the grey tattoo just as prominent as they linked them together. An imperfect fit.

If fate was still something to be believed in, it was surely a ride well worth. 

[trbld-writer]

➺ drinks (m)

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x female Reader

Genre: smut / fluff; bartender!au, tattooed!Hoseok

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and cheating, some swearing, graphic depictions of sex and if you look closely you can make out some subtle power play

Word count: 5,021 words

Synopsis: Getting to know the bartender doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Note: I tried a different style of writing for this piece. This is for @war-of-hormoan and thank you to the girls in the DC for reading over this. Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy!

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“Hyunwoo, where are you? I‘ve been waiting for 30 minutes.”

“I’m sorry babe, work got in the way. I got a client just now, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Real talk? Make it up to me by packing your shit and get out of my apartment. I know that you’re probably fucking that girl again and I doubt that it’s work related. I don’t wanna see a trace of you when I get home. Fuck you, I’m done.”

She heaved out a breath when she hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of her nose. This wasn’t the first time Hyunwoo has canceled a date because of ‘work’ and she was tired. She’d known that she was being cheated on for almost two months when she caught them in the flesh but after he begged her to let him stay and that he’d try better, she went against her better judgment and let him. But she was disappointed and deep inside her mind, she knew that she would but her heart screamed to keep holding onto him. And now she sat inside her favorite restaurant with glistening eyes and an aching heart, all dolled up and ready to have a great night out but it was ruined. Again.

Kicking off her shoes and pulling the dress over her head when she got home after taking a long walk, she noticed that, truly, he packed his belongings and left the apartment, taking her heart with it. Tears welled up in her eyes, burning like the fire in her chest and she let them go. It hurt, she hated to admit that it did, but she knew that it was for the better. Her feet carried her to the bathroom and she turned on the faucet of the bathtub, letting in a hot bath to wash away the tears and the pain. She let herself soak in the lavender scented warmth and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to contain her sobs. Soon enough, she stepped out of the bathtub and wrapped a soft towel around herself before walking to her now quite empty, lifeless bedroom and putting on a warm sweater and sweats, ready to indulge in the gallons of ice cream and wine she had stored for this situation.

“Y/N, you need to go out! You’ve sulked long enough, I’m getting tired of it. He’s finally gone and you’re way too great as a person to not go out and meet new people,” Hara pouted, her arms crossed on her chest as she sat across Y/N on the couch while the latter sipped on her second glass of wine. She shrugged and dug the spoon into her mac and cheese as a quiet “I don’t really feel like it” left her lips and she flinched when Lily suddenly shot up from her seat on the floor.

“You never really feel like it and when we drag you along, you always have a good time. Come on, a week of crying over this asshole is enough. You need to leave the house and have some fun!” she exclaimed and tugged on Y/N’s arm, pulling her up from the couch. She ushered all of them into the bedroom as Hara made her way to the closet, rummaging through it in order to find an appropriate outfit. She smiled triumphantly when she pulled out a dark blue dress and threw it at a now underwear-clad Y/N who grabbed it with delighted laughter. Hara opened up the underwear drawers as well and took out a black lace bra, walking over to her best friend.

“You’re gonna go commando tonight,” she smirked mischievously and Y/N’s eyes widened as she opened her mouth to protest but the bra that was shoved into her face shushed her effectively. There was no way in hell she would go out in that flimsy dress and not wear at least a thong. Impossible. But Hara blocked her way to the closet and so she had to succumb to her friends’ order.

Meanwhile, Lily was howling with laughter as she pulled on Y/N’s hair to pull it up into a high ponytail, brushing through the tangled ends and fixing flyaway hairs before she pulled out her makeup bag from her bottomless pit of a backpack that she took with her whenever the three had a girl’s night.

An hour of applying makeup and fixing hair, slipping into sinfully tight dresses and having a dance party in the bedroom later, the trio was ready. The cab to pick them up was ready and they grabbed their purses, heading out to the club.

It was hot, packed with sweaty people who ground against each other to the heavy bass of the music. The three girls snaked their way through the mass to the bar to get some drinks and make the night more enjoyable. They downed the tequila, their faces scrunching up at the unpleasant taste but they felt the buzzing soon after and downed another one. Hana and Lily wanted to dance, so Y/N leaned against the counter, smiling at the silly moves of her friends. Turning around, she came face to face with the bartender and her breath hitched in her throat.

His sun-kissed skin glowed from within, intricate lines tracing his forearms and continuing underneath the rolled up sleeves of his tight black button down, piquing her interest. Perspiration was forming on his forehead due to the rush on the bar. His chestnut colored hair was pushed up, revealing his forehead and making his jawline appear even more chiseled. He smiled at her and she felt butterflies erupting in her chest, cursing herself for staring.

“What can I get a beautiful girl like you?”

His voice was like velvet and while he didn’t speak loudly, it reached her ears even over the blasting noise. She leaned forward and he did too, licking his lips when he took a quick glimpse of the skin exposed by her dress. She talked over the music, her voice setting his heart into a frenzy as he listened to her order. She ordered a water and his eyebrows raised.

“Water? You sure about that?”

She nodded and smiled, her lips curving up almost mischievously as she leaned back again. He nodded curtly, his lips twitching into a smirk. Returning with a glass of her liquid savior, he shook his head when she offered the payment for the drink. She almost downed the water before ordering a screwdriver, which she seemingly devoured in one big gulp as well.

“Woah, calm yourself, tiger,” the young man’s voice reached her again and she set down the glass, propping her chin up on her hand with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes glinted with naughtiness as she slipped from the bar stool, making her way to the dancefloor with swaying hips. His dark eyes followed her and his gaze was fixated on the way her body moved to the pounding bass, her hips swinging from side to side sensually. She raised her gaze, biting her lip when she noticed him watching and he replicated her action, his perfectly straight teeth finding pursuit in his lower lip.

She quickly found her friends and they made their way to the bar again, chit-chatting about the boys they’ve met thus far and their giggles filled the air.

“One more drink and we’ll leave, it’s way too hot in here,” Lily complained and tapped her forehead with the back of her delicate hand as she let out a sigh. He saw them approaching the bar and smiled at her friends as he leaned over to Y/N.

“What can I get you this time?”

His strong gaze made her squirm in her seat which made her very aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that dress. She could feel herself getting more aroused the more that boy looked at her with those chocolate eyes. The hollering of her friends was drowned by his honey voice and the way he licked his lips had her thinking about what else that tongue could do to her. Shaking those naughty thoughts off, Y/N leaned towards him and smiled cheekily.

“Two shots and another water. And your name, please.”

Not knowing where the sudden boost in her confidence came from, he looked down and sighed out an “Alright”. She swore she could see the hint of a blush tracing his soft facial features. He brought the glasses and poured the drinks into them, giving her a cocky smirk when she paid for them.

“The name’s Hoseok.”

A beautiful name for a beautiful boy. But somehow, he seemed familiar. She felt as if they’ve met before but she couldn’t pinpoint when. Her friends clinked their glasses together and tipped their heads back as the liquid fire burned their throats. Hoseok watched them, chuckling to himself as he noticed the two friends leaving with a loud farewell, Y/N now alone at the bar.

“Why did you not leave with them?”

She shrugged and tilted her head.

“I wasn’t feeling like leaving yet. Plus, the bartender is quite cute and I know I’ve seen him before.”

His smile widened and he leaned forward, taking in her face and tilting his head as well. His eyes fell to the watch on his wrist and he smirked.

“My shift ends in 10 minutes. How about we get to know each other a little until then? There aren’t many people around anymore and I wouldn’t want you being annoyed by some creep,” he murmured, almost whispering sensually into her ear and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Sure.”

After a while of chatting and small talk, Hoseok clocked out, taking off his apron and Y/N bit her lip when she saw him in all his glory. He was well built, his thighs firm and muscular in his black ripped jeans.

“Eyes up here, dollface.”

“My name’s Y/N,” she sassed back and stepped in front of him as he held out his hand.

“You look like you need to relieve some frustration.”

She let out a quiet gasp, taken aback by his bluntness and he immediately reacted, waving his hands in front of him with a bright smile. His eyes glinted with mischief hidden in his chocolate irises.

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant. Although I wouldn’t mind if that happens. Let me rephrase it. Would you like to dance?”

Y/N giggled and took his hand, squeezing it. He pulled her to the dance floor and they danced across each other, feeling the bass in their bodies and they subconsciously moved closer until her hands found purchase on his shoulders and his hands were settled on her swaying hips.

‘I Feel It Coming’ suddenly came on and they moved against each other sensually. She played with his hair and he pulled her closer, tilting his head to kiss her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. Their hips moved against each other and Y/N tilted her head to the side to give Hoseok more access to her exposed skin, which he gladly took advantage of, his voice now a little raspy.

“How about we leave this place and continue this?”

She gladly accepted that, texting her friends. Just in case.

The ride to Hoseok’s apartment was awkward. The sexual tension vanished when they got into his car but the hand on her thigh made her painfully aware of her bare heat underneath the dress. Squirming a little, she caught his attention and his gaze softened.

“We don’t have to do this, I can drive you home if you want. I know you’re quite intoxicated right now and I wouldn’t want you to regret this.”

She shook her head and smiled at him.

“No, I’m sure. I’m just a little nervous, it’s been a while for me…”

Her voice trailed off and left the rest to his imagination.

“Same for me. We’ll make it work, don’t worry.”

He turned off the engine when they arrived at the apartment complex and he quickly stepped out, opening the car door for her and holding out a hand. She stepped out with a soft giggle that made his heart flip and he led her to his apartment, to his room where they stood in front of each other, fiddling with their fingers. He took a few cautious steps towards her and snaked an arm around her waist, his eyes silently asking for permission which she gave him with a nod. Hoseok leaned in, his lips moving against hers and she let out a soft sigh, gripping his bicep. He stepped forward to the bed, making the back of her legs hit the bed and she landed on the soft sheets. She giggled as her dress rose up when Hoseok settled between her legs and noticed.

“Fuck, you’re so naughty,” he groaned and leaned down to place soft kisses along her jawline and down her neck to which she let out little whimpers. Her hands wandered down from his shoulders to the hem of his black shirt, tugging on it. He let out a quiet chuckle and obeyed, unbuttoning the shirt and revealing the intricate tattoos on his arms and torso. She gasped softly and let her hands trace the black ink on his skin, marveling at the elaborate designs.

“They’re so pretty. Did it hurt to get them done?” She asked, curiosity getting the best of her and she flipped their positions, straddling his hips.

“The first one kinda hurt but it gets easier to handle the pain,” he mumbled and leaned up to kiss her.

Their lips moved in perfect synchronization before his tongue swept over her bottom lip, earning a soft gasp and caressing her cheek as their tongues were entangled in a dance just as sensually as the one they had been doing mere minutes ago. Her hips started moving on their own accord and little gasps left her lips, muffled by Hoseok’s as she felt his erection pressing against her.

She pushed him down on the bed and started leaving soft kisses on his jawline, sucking on the skin right below his ear to leave a little reminder of this night. He propped himself up on his elbows, letting out little sighs as her lips traveled down his chest. She let her tongue move over his now hardened nipple, slightly tugging on it with her teeth before doing the same to the other one, prompting a moan out of his luscious lips. She slid her hands over his clothed thighs, letting her nails scrape over them gently and holding his hips down when they bucked up. She left a trail of red and violet marks all over his painted torso before she got down on her knees between his thighs.

Unbuttoning his pants, Hoseok lifted his hips slightly to help Y/N tugging them down his legs, slipping down his shoes and socks along the way. She scooted closer and slowly palmed him through his boxers, a small wet patch already forming in the front. Leaning forward with a smirk, she let her tongue flick over the head of his clothed erection and he hissed, moving his hips up.

“Patience, Hoseok. I’ll make you feel good,” she mumbled and batted her eyelashes at him. Said adolescent sat up and leaned back on his hands to watch her miraculous lips ghost over the waistband of his boxers. Y/N hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled it down teasingly, only to let it snap back against his heated skin. Her lips then attached to the soft skin of his thighs, gently biting and sucking marks on them, decorating them in hues of red.

By the time she was done with nibbling, licking, kissing and marking Hoseok’s body, his whines had gotten louder and his hips moved against the mattress in a desperate manner and she decided to stop the teasing and reward him. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down his legs, throwing them over her shoulder before she gripped the base of his thick cock, feeling it pulse and twitch in her hold. Her mouth watered at the sight of the droplet of precum on the tip and she let her thumb spread it over the head.

Hoseok whined lowly and bucked his hips up into her hand but she held his hips down, smirking cheekily before she leaned down to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. Her lips smoothed over him, spreading some saliva but she knew it wasn’t enough so she let him go with a soft pop and stroked him a few times before spitting on his cock. Hoseok’s lips were parted in a gasp and he felt his stomach do somersaults when he watched her hand move up and down, the touch so different from his own hand.  

“F-fuck, this feels so good,” he breathed out and bit his lip harshly to keep the noises in but he failed when she gripped the base of his cock and let her lips go lower and lower until they met her fingers. A loud moan erupted from his chest at that and Y/N repeated that motion over and over, feeling her arousal drip on the floor at the marvelous moans that left Hoseok’s lips.

When she felt him twitch, she let go of him immediately and gripped his base, preventing him from orgasming and he whined.

“Y/N, please, fuck, I can’t take it anymore.”

She smirked. “Do you wanna cum now or when you fuck me?”

His hand found its way into the strands of her hair and gripped them tightly. Her eyes widened and the shift of power was noticeable even if it was just the exchange of looks. He gently pulled her up onto his lap and bit his lip when he felt her arousal drip down on his thigh. He quickly got rid of her dress and bra, kissing her neck.

“Did sucking me off get you that wet, baby? Did you enjoy it?” he asked with a quirk of his brows.

She nodded, not trusting her voice but he gently lifted her chin to make her look at his now almost black eyes, filled with nothing but desire. He leaned in to kiss her, the touch so loving that she almost forgot where she was.

“Are you still sure about this?”

“I am. I want this. I want you, Hoseok.”

And with that, he flipped their positions and reached for her thighs to pull her closer to his body. His lips attached to her jaw, trailing soft kisses to her collarbone where he left a few hickeys while his hands found purchase on her breasts, toying with her hardened buds. Her back arched into his touch and she let out delicate whimpers, much to his delight as his lips traveled down to her chest. His sinful tongue lapped at her nipple and he wrapped his lips around it to gently suck on it, eliciting a moan out of her.

He ignored her impatient pleas and let his hands wander down her sides to her thighs, squeezing them a little before sucking a hickey just in the valley of her breasts. Her breath hitched when Hoseok started leaving love marks on his way between her thighs, gripping them firmly. He locked eyes with her when he started leaving feather light kisses on her inner thighs, always close to where she wanted him to be but never quite there, making her buck her hips in desperation.

He kissed her lower belly, even blowing air on her core to watch her squirm in his strong hold. She could feel her wetness dripping down onto the mattress and her hips moved against his hand.

“Hoseok, please, I need you,” she mewled and he bit his lip, contemplating. His voice echoed through the room where only her soft panting could be heard.

“But I haven’t gotten a taste of you yet, babygirl,” was all he said before he parted her folds, licking a stripe from her dripping entrance up to her clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. She let out a loud moan and propped herself up on her elbows to watch him, keeping eye contact while he lapped at her core, alternating between flicking and gently sucking on her clit. The hungry look in his eyes made her heart flip in excitement and she started grinding against his tongue, little huffs coming from her mouth as she gripped his hair, pushing him even closer to her.

He moaned against her core, sending vibrations through her entire body and her hips moved faster, trying to get herself off but Hoseok wasn’t having any of that. He pulled away, wiping his chin with a sly smirk before he reached up to pull her closer, kissing her feverishly. She moaned at the taste of her arousal on his tongue and she found herself getting addicted to the way his lips and tongue moved against hers.

Two of his long fingers found their way inside her and she moved her hips against them, getting used to the feeling. He curled his fingers, trying to find the certain spot and when she let out a sigh of his name, he knew he’d found it. After pushing another finger in, he moved them slowly, watching as they disappeared inside her and he couldn’t help but imagine his cock instead of his fingers.

Growing impatient, Hoseok pulled his fingers out and reached into his pants, taking out a condom and ripping open the package to roll it onto his pulsing length with a hiss.

“Are you ready?”

Y/N nodded frantically, getting a hold on his bicep as he kneeled between her legs, pushing the tip of his cock inside her with a low moan. Her grip tightened, her nails leaving marks on his arm but neither of them cared. He slowly pushed in further, watching her expression to see any sign of discomfort. The stretch was surely uncomfortable but not unpleasant and she bit her lip, nodding to encourage him to push in to the hilt.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” Hoseok breathed out and delivered a swift thrust, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, sucking on the soft skin. She whimpered and moved her hips against him, adjusting to his size before he slowly started thrusting, gradually picking up his pace.

Her hands slid up to his shoulders, her nails leaving red marks over his back which only spurred him on further and he let out low grunts as his hips snapped against hers. He placed his forehead against hers and she gently pushed away the sweaty strands, closing her eyes. The moment was weirdly intimate but she let herself get lost in the way Hoseok filled her up so perfectly and the way his pelvic bone made contact with her clit, letting the noises leave her lips freely. He leaned in to swallow her delicate moans and keep them in his mind for lonely nights.

His hips snapped against hers and she tried to move in time with his strong thrusts but she just let herself fall onto her back, pulling Hoseok down with her as they exchanged heated kisses, their teeth clashing and tongues dancing. Their moans merged together in a heavenly melody as their bodies moved along with each other.

Hoseok parted from her with a groan, profanities leaving his lips as he leaned in to take one of her nipples between his lips, gently sucking on it. Y/N let out whimpers and closed her eyes, getting lost in the bliss of his thrusts and his hand sneaking between their sweaty forms to rub her clit. She clenched around him, indicating that she was close and he let out a low moan to tell her that he was, too.

“Hoseok, please…”

“Just a little longer, f-fuck,” he grunted and his thrusts grew erratic before he shuddered and slowed down, reaching his high with a loud moan of her name. She whimpered and Hoseok started thrusting again, making her orgasm inch closer but it wasn’t quite there yet so he got on his knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Latching his lips onto her clit and sucking gently, he pushed two fingers inside her clenching core and moved them, curling his fingers to find the spot that made her knees buckle.

“T-there,” she whined out and ground down on his fingers, pulling him closer to herself as she reached her orgasm with a string of profanities, mixed with Hoseok’s name leaving her lips. His fingers slowed down and he pulled away after giving her clit a few kitten licks. She was still sprawled out on his bed with closed eyes, calming herself from the best orgasm she’d received in a long time. When she opened her eyes, Hoseok had already disposed the condom and was now laying beside her, pulling her up and closer to him to pull up the covers.

Her breath hitched as she looked up at his blissful smile and her heart flipped when he leaned down, kissing her lovingly before retreating and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Are you okay? Do you want to leave?” His worried voice reached out to her and she swallowed before shaking her head.

“No, unless you want me to?”

“I’d never want you to leave,” he chuckled with a blush, kissing the top of her head. Her cheeks were burning but she cuddled into his chest, slowly falling asleep.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

Sunlight shone through the window when she woke up, a dull headache clouding her mind and she looked around, remembering the last night. Her face started heating up as she remembered what she and Hoseok had done and she picked up his black button down, throwing it over her shoulders and buttoning it up. The smell of toast and coffee filled her nose and she walked to the kitchen to find Hoseok pouring coffee into two mugs. His back was turned towards her and she marveled at the intricate tattoo that covered his shoulder and continued to the middle of his back.

He turned around when he felt her hands stroking over his shoulder and he smiled. Hoseok set down the mugs and leaned in to kiss her.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a rock,” she croaked out and her eyes widened as she covered her mouth. Hoseok’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’ and he pushed a few strands of hair out of her face.

“You were quite loud last night,” he chuckled and quirked an eyebrow, flinching a little when she hit his arm with a furious blush. He smiled and handed her a mug but she declined, asking for the bathroom.

“The second door on the left. If you want to take a shower, towels are in the drawer next to the sink.”

“I just wanna wash my face because I’m pretty sure I look like a mess right now.”

“You do, but you’re a hot mess.”

She tried to keep a straight face but failed, laughter erupting from her chest as she shook her head, walking to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she got back, the dinner table was covered in various foods ranging from toast to scrambled eggs, steam rising from the mugs of coffee. Hoseok motioned for her to sit down and they ate in comfortable silence. After washing the dishes together, he lent her a pair of sweats and a shirt so she wouldn’t have to wear the dress from the night before and they got into his car.

She shyly thanked him when he drove her home, singing along with the songs on the radio. He waved her off and smiled.

“It’s no problem. Hey, I know this is kinda going backward but I really wanna get to know you. You seem like an interesting person and I’d love to take you out sometime.”

Y/N smiled and tilted her head, thinking.

“I think I’m free this Saturday. Meet me at the Starbucks down the road at 3 pm,” she grinned and closed the car door, waving him goodbye and disappearing in the apartment complex.

Hoseok shook his head with a chuckle, he was whipped for her.

Soon after she got inside, Y/N remembered where she had met him. Working as a waitress in a café down the road, she’d always met different people. One of them struck her interest the most. He would always sit in the back with Yoongi, one of Hara’s friends, wearing a bucket hat and he’d always smile at her so brightly that she began to stutter, messing up their order.

She quickly made her way down the stairs, opening the door in hopes that he didn’t leave yet and she was lucky. His car was still standing there and he was just about to start the engine when the door to the passenger seat opened.

“You’re Jung Hoseok, one of my regulars and a dance major at the college I go to. Yoongi’s best friend and a bartender at my favorite club,” she panted and looked over to him. He turned towards her and the smile she loved so much appeared on his face.

“I was hoping for you to recognize me. I always go to the café to see you but I haven’t been courageous enough to ask for your number. And when I saw you yesterday, I was starstruck. You looked different but still beautiful and I knew that I had to take the chance and talk to you.”

She blushed and bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers.

“Well, you did it.”

“I finally did it. Still, I would’ve wanted to take you out on a few dates before taking you home with me.”

He leaned over to kiss her cheek, his fingers threading through her hair.

“But we have all the time in the world to do that now.”

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