#now onto the next oneeeee

[stevethehairington]

book three of the year done!!!

[whorekneecentral]

breeding kink x mick 😩😩😩

okay yeah I'm fucking with oneeeee

Mick knew he wanted a big family but his past partners, not so much. 

He was still young, he wasn’t ready to get married or anything but he wanted to be committed to someone  - that type of stability would bring him more happiness and success that any one night stand could.

In comes you, the bubbly intern that happened to catch the driver’s eye. 

You two hit it off, becoming good friends over the course of the first half of the season 

Mick invites you to join him on summer break, only if you want too. 

Of course you wanted too, asides from the fact that you found him ridiculously attractive, you liked him and enjoyed spending time with him. 

One too many glasses of wine later and you find yourself in bed with him. 

It was soft and sweet; he took his time, made sure you were comfortable. 

Both of you sober enough to know what you were doing but tipsy enough to have that extra courage.

After that night, it spiralled and the next four weeks were, for a lack of better words, a fuck fest. 

Anywhere he could push you up again or bend you over was being done. 

Shorts, skirts, dresses - didn’t matter, Mick found a way to fuck you without disrupting your outfit -- he’s sweet like that. 

It really was for convince the first time it happened, Mick couldn’t keep his hands off you while you were at dinner and now you were on top of him in the car, in a very full parking lot. 

You could hear the people coming but you could also tell you were both almost there. 

“How are we-” You cut him off with a kiss, “in me,” you mumble against his lips. 

“What ?” Mick whispers, looking at you like you held the stars and the moon. 

“In you?” He asks and you nod, kissing him again. 

Nothing beats that feeling in Mick’s mind. 

You didn’t mind either, you could tell something flipped in him after that time so you let him. 

You took the precautions necessary but decided if something happens, it happens - that's life. 

You really were the woman of his dreams. 

Now once you returned from break, it just amped up. 

The black pants you wore fit you snugly and Mick is but a man, he can’t help his wandering eyes 

You two ended to drift together, ending up sitting beside each other. 

Sometimes he'd sneak a hand onto your thigh during meetings or he’d whisper something filthy to you as he passes by 

You two ending up in his driver’s room and now you’re on top of him 

Or laying on the couch 

Or bent over the couch 

Mick did as he pleaded with you and once again, you weren’t complaining. 

It sorta turned into him wanting to fuck you before every race, filling you up and when you told him neither of you had the time for that 

He would hold you close and tell you, “well how are you gonna remember me?” 

And you really couldn't help yourself then. 

[little-fics]

glass

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: you break a plate on accident, your daddy and uncle Dean come to the rescue.

Warnings: age regression, broken plate, triggered reader, hints at abuse, blood, cut, anxiety/panic attack, I could've missed some so please babies, read at your own risk

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: really like this oneeeee, thanks for reading lovelies <3

You're walking through the kitchen, minding your own business, and you collide with the sharp corner of the table. The plate resting in your hand hit the floor, shattering. In a split second you're panicking, the sound of broken glass reminding you too much of your bad days.

Memories flooding through your head, voices booming all around you. You're looking at your hands, the slippery culprits now shaking like a leaf. Your vision is spotty, lungs burning, air barely coming in, face losing feeling soon. Your eyes move to the shattered ceramic, overflowing with tears now. You realize the 'mistake' you've made and start clumsily shuffling around. You're picking up the biggest pieces, placing them as soft as you can in your hand.

Sam instantly heard the plate break, immediately jumping up from his chair in the library. He was rushing to you, and when he arrived in the doorway, he takes in your rattling body. Your breaths are choked, whole body racking as you're picking up pieces of glass? Sam instantly rushed over to you, kneeling in front of you, "You with me baby?" A hand coming up inches away from the hand holding the pieces of glass, his other coming around to your shoulder.

As you're picking up a piece Sam places a hand on your shoulder and under your hand holding the glass as gently as possible, but it still scares you. You let out a loud gasp, clenching your hands together, another sob coming out of you, "I-I'm sorry-" He lifts you from your squatting position, pulling your legs around his waist. He's rubbing your back, whispering in your ear as he carried you, "Shhh, my little baby, nothing to be sorry about, you're okay, it's okay." You're sobbing, shaking, mumbling ''m sorry' over and over, you can't open your eyes, you're just stuck gripping onto him and struggling to breathe between broken sobs.

He sits you on the counter next to the sink, your legs and arms still around him. "Hey, baby," he's trying to reach you in your thoughts, "baby, can you look at me?" He's rubbing your back, feeling the wetness grow on his back, knowing he needed to check it. After about fifteen seconds, he decided he had to check your hand. He brought his hands to your ears, taking a deep breath and turning his head as far away from you as possible, "Dean!" His voice was dripping with fear and concern. Your body jolted when he did so, and he felt it, instantly consoling you, "Oh I know, daddy was so loud and it was scary. I know baby."

Dean does into the room, hearing your cries echoing through the room as he sees the back of Sam's shirt covered in blood that's coming from your hand? He's rushing over to you, softly speaking to you, his hand hovering over your wrist, "Hey, little one, wanna let Uncle Dean see your hand for a minute?" He gently grabs your wrist, slowly leading your away from Sam's neck.

You're starting to calm down, Sam's scent engulfing you, his words bringing you back to him. "It's okay bug, I now it's scary but daddy's here. Take a deep breath for me, come on." You're trying to follow along to him, Dean pulling your arm away from him bringing some feeling back into your arm. Your breathing is still scattered, but doesn't burn as bad, Sam's voice coming in clearer as you hear the water coming on. "You feel my hand on your back sweetness?" He makes big circles on your back, applying the slightest amount of pressure. You enjoy it for a moment, trying to take good breaths for your daddy, then nod to him. "You think you can tell me what letter I'm making?" You nod again, "Okay, remember to keep focusing on what I'm writing yeah?" Another nod, and as he starts drawing lines on your back water hits your hand causing you to let out a small cry and jerk your hand away from Dean.

"Hey, baby, you gotta let Dean make sure you're okay," his other hand is enclosing your face, kisses planting on top of your head, trying and succeeding in wrapping you in his love. He continues, "Focus on my hand baby, what letter is daddy drawing?" Dean's hand touching your wrist barely registers as you focus on the letter. You hiss at the water rushing over your hand again, shaking your head at Sam, letting him know you don't know the letter. "Okay, let me do it again," he traces two exaggerated lines on your back, forming a L. "What letter baby?" He is wiping away some stray tears as you choke out, "L."

Sam hums happily, "Such a good, smart girl, it was L!" His voice is soft and soothing, Deans movements on your hand becoming a little more noticeable as you start to breathe better. "Ready for the next one?" You nod keeping your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He traces a circle on your back, then a line, you shrug not sure, a little too distract by the thump thump thump of his heart. "Circle," he traces a circle, "and a line," he traces the line, repeating the letter once more. Your voice is wavering, not confident in yourself, "a?"

He rubs your back gently, delivering kisses where he can reach, "So smart! Let's see if we can get another, yeah?" You nod, Sam sensing the small amount of eagerness and feeling relieved that you're starting to get back to being his happy little girl. He starts a point at the top of your back, drawing straight down and circling back. I know that one, you thought happily. Your heart skips a beat, excited to show your daddy how smart you are. "That one's d!"

Sam smiles even though you can't see him, knowing that you're gonna be okay. He's been watching Dean, wanting to make sure you were okay. It was a long cut but not deep, spreading across the inside of your fingers. Fingers bleed bad, and look scarier than they are. "Okay, okay, you're too good at this!" A small nuzzle into his chest from you, the praise pleasing your tiny headspace. He traces a v with a tail on your back, causing you to giggle, "I know the word!" He chuckled, "There's more!" He see's your brows furrow in consideration before speaking solemnly, "Okay, papa, write it."

His heart swelled, his perfect baby makes him feel magic running through his veins. He traced, another vertical like and circle, opposite from the d, and you bounced on the counter. "Yes, daddy! I know it!" He glances at Dean, who is putting small gauze and tape over the slices on your fingers, Dean focused on his task, but smiling at you and Sam. Sam speaks softly, but with admiration, "Ya hear that Uncle Dean? My girls got it!" Dean's voice dripping excitement, "Well I don't know what it is! Tell me what it is sweet pea!"

"Issa ladybug right?" Sam quickly litters kisses all over your face and shoulders. Your arm moved around his waist, face burying into him as he makes you blush with his words, "Genius baby! So smart and perfect, did so good!" You're giggling at him, Dean letting go of your hand, "All patched up sweetheart. You wanna come with me and watch some toons while daddy cleans up?" You squeeze to Sam, not wanting to let go, causing his heart to break a little. "Baby, Daddy's got some blood-" you try to raise your head but he stops you, "Little girls are too small to see things like that, right angel?" You blush, nodding, "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl, now I need you to keep your eyes closed while Dean grabs you, real tight 'til he says okay?" You nod, placing tiny kisses on his chest. Dean reaches for you, your eyes close real, real tight. Dean takes Sam's place, moving you to the other side of the sink. Sam's hand didn't come off your back, gliding with Dean. "Good girl," he butterfly kisses your nose consistently, letting you return it with a giggle. "He's gonna clean your hand, and I'm gonna go clean up." He kisses your forehead and you whine when you feel him leave.

Dean is quickly rinsing off the dried blood on your other arm that transferred from your other hand as he shushes you, "I know bug, just a second." After he finishes, he prepares to lift you, speaking softly, "Keep those eyes shut darlin'." When you nod, he lifts you, carrying you out of the kitchen, careful to avoid the plate and blood in the floor. You feel him lean, but keep your eyes closed, clinging to him tightly. He straightens back up and walks you to the tv room, sitting on the couch softly.

"Alright baby," he tapped your shoulder twice with a feather tap, "open up." You lift your head, greeted with Deans wide smile and a lavender beaded pacifier in his hand. You hummed excitedly, bouncing up and whining slightly when he didn't give it to you. He puts it against your lips, your mouth happily taking it in and sucking on it, laying back down on him.

After no more than ten minutes, you're squirming. You want your daddy, not uncle Dean. "Peanut," Dean sighs, "daddy's coming, give him a minute, yeah?" You whine, fussing a bit, Dean stands with you, pushing your head into his neck. He starts pacing the room with you, bouncing you slightly. You're still squirming a little, trying to escape his grasp. "Wan' papa," you whisper, Dean feels a tear slip onto his shoulder and he's shushing you. "He's coming baby, he's gotta get real clean! You don't like when daddy's stinky do you?" You giggle a little, shaking your head, "No stinky papa." Dean coos at you, "That's right little girl, daddy needs to get to smelling good again, doesn't he?" That elicits a heavier laugh from you, tucking yourself back into his neck.

Around ten minutes after that, Sam walks in, holding a pair of rainbow leggings and one of his t-shirts. His hand comes to your back, nodding you out of your sleepy state, and you're instantly reaching for his arms. "Papa," your hands find his shoulders to support yourself while you transfer arms. "I know baby," he's holding you now, but it's short lived when he gently sets you on the couch. You're whining and whimpering, reaching out to him, being careful not to squeeze your sore little fingers. He shakes his head, "No baby, don't you wanna get these uncomfy clothes off of you?" When he says that you realize how tight the clothes you're wearing are, how rough they feel against your skin. You're suddenly squirming, pulling at your clothes messily.

"Oh little girl, arms up now." He's speaking softly but sternly, causing you to stop moving and lift your arms. He picks up your shirt, lifting it up over your face and back down, making silly faces at you repetitively, "Where my baby?" the shirt is covering your face, "There she is!" He moves the shirt out of the way again, only stopping when your giggles die down. He slides his shirt on you, it was a little oversized on him, it swallows you. You're bunching it in your hands, whining when he pulls down your rough blue jeans. He slides the leggings on, the soft, stretchy material making you kick your legs playfully.

Once the leggings are all the way up, Sam grabs your ankles, laughing at you, "Oh! Daddy's got you now little ladybug, what you gonna do?" You giggle at him, a blessed sound to Sam and Dean, twisting your body in unnatural ways to try and escape the mean ankle monster. "Papaaaa," you kick your legs a little seriously, causing Sam to raise his eyebrows, a test telling you that you know better than to hit your daddy. "Pease papa, jus' wan' you hol' me." You reach your arms up and Sam's heart melts.

He tickles up your legs, grazing your sides, causing you to twist and turn again, before he's lifting you by your underarms, putting you around his waist. Dean comes in, you're not sure when he left, but he's got your favorite spaceship sippy cup and your reaching for it. He laughs, handing it to you as Sam sits with you. "I thought we could watch Tink, you wanna watch Tink peanut?" You nod at Dean, he presses a kiss to your cheek and plays the movie, Sam letting you adjust so you can watch the television.

Despite your sore hand, it was going to be a good day with your daddy and uncle Dean. They know when you need extra attention, know when you're gonna be their little baby and they wouldn't change it for the world. They just wish that you wouldn't have regressed this way, forced by a trigger violently. They know you're hurting so they're gonna be by your side all day long.

[alinastracker]

If you’re still doing the prompts I have oneeeee hehe

" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "

you got it baby 🥰

but i know something’s starting right now

It’s a sweltering Ravkan summer day, but nothing brings heat to her body like watching Mal in the pool, water droplets racing down his chest. His shaggy hair is a mop on his head, and she realizes this is what he must look like in the shower.

This is exactly why she didn’t want to bring him on the trip.

It’s the first week of July, and for the past three years, that’s meant a trip to the Os Alta Resort with Genya and Zoya. It’s a way for them to relax after exams and catch up now that they all attend different schools. But at the end of May, the two of them had FaceTimed her about a change for this year.  

“We were thinking of taking the boys with,” Genya says gently, nervous for her reaction.

Zoya is frank as ever. “It’s cheaper that way. Besides, after all this long distance, I could use a week of uninterrupted fuc—”

“Zoya!”

“Relax, Starkov. We’re all adults here.”

“Anyway,” Genya cuts in. “We’re just telling you in case you wanted to bring someone, too. Maybe Mal?”

“Mal and I aren’t dating.”

Only in her dreams.

“Might as well be,” Zoya mutters.

So in the choice between bringing Mal on what has basically turned into a couple’s retreat and going to said couple’s retreat alone, she’s chosen the former. It would be fine. Mal knows her friends. Him and Nikolai like to talk sports. Maybe it’ll be a little weird, being the only non-couple, but they could deal.

It would have been fine, if it weren’t for this morning’s check in.

"So it looks like we have you booked for three single rooms," the concierge says.

Alina frowns. "One of those should be a double."

The concierge checks again, each click of his mouse making her anxiety rise. He frowns. "Sorry, miss. It's showing me all singles."

"It's fine," Mal says. "Could we just upgrade it to a double, then?"

"Er, I'm afraid we're all booked, sir."

Nikolai claps his hands together, cheerful as ever at Zoya's side. "Well, I'll just switch with Alina, and Mal and I can — shit, Zoy!"

Zoya had stomped on his foot.

"We are not switching shit," she hisses under her breath.

Nikolai sighs. "My deadly dearest, certainly it's no big deal—"

"I bought us a new toy for this trip. We are not switching."

There is a brief moment where everyone freezes, then Genya groans, shaking her head as she murmurs apologies to the concierge, who is trying hard to pretend he hasn’t heard a thing. The tips of Mal's ears go red, and Alina is sure hers match. David, lost in his audiobook, is oblivious to all of it.

Nikolai clears his throat and turns to the two of them with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, mate. You're on your own."

The concierge slowly raises a finger and says, "We might be able to supply a cot?"

Alina can feel everyone's eyes on her, which is the last thing she ever wants. She has the strong desire to curl in on herself, but that only really works in the winter when she dons large coats and sweaters. But it’s summer, and she is in only a mustard yellow crop top and jean shorts, though she suddenly feels as exposed as if she were completely naked.

Mal takes one look at her and gently nudges his foot against hers. "I mean . . . I'm cool with sharing the bed if you are?"

Her brain is looking for anyway out of this whole conversation, so she nods.

So far, they have been in their room once to drop off their things and change into bathing suits, both of them dancing around the bed without ever touching it. The air in the room feels charged even with sunlight still pouring in. What would tonight be like?

More importantly, how was she supposed to handle sleeping beside him when she can’t even handle watching him in the pool?

Genya climbs on Mal’s shoulders for a game of chicken — David is, unsurprisingly, not in the pool, but sitting beside Alina on a lounge chair. She feels a pang of something like jealousy as she watches the game commence, which cannot be more ridiculous.

They can’t avoid the night forever, and it comes much too quickly despite how long they spend mingling at the resort bar. In their room, Mal lets Alina use the bathroom first. A kind offer, she thinks, until she realizes it leaves her to stake out a spot on the bed first. No more dancing.

Left side or right? Does Mal have a preference? Does she? How long until Mal finishes in the bathroom and comes out to see her staring at the bed like a mental person?

Right side, she chooses finally. She curls up on the left side of her body usually, so this way, she doesn’t have to face him as they sleep. Good call. As she untucks the covers from the bed, she secretly hopes to find something horrifying, like blood or bugs, so they can get a refund and leave. Sadly, it is a perfectly fine bed. Alina plops onto it and tucks herself in.

Mal finishes in the bathroom a few minutes later, and if he’s as rattled about their sleeping arrangement as she is, he does not show it. There’s plenty of space between them as he settles into bed. Maybe this won’t be as bad as she feared.

“Well, goodnight,” Mal says through a yawn.

“Goodnight,” Alina replies.

They each turn off their bedside lamps. Mal is softly snoring soon after, but Alina stays awake much too long for her liking, thinking of how close he is.

They fall into a similar routine for the next couple nights. During the day, all is fine. Their little group meshes well. Genya and Nikolai are often off together, both of them on a mission, it seems, to try every flavor of ice cream from Os Alta's ice cream bar. Or sometimes it’s Nikolai and Mal running off, joining a game of pool volleyball, both of them stupidly competitive. When Zoya gets annoyed with the overload of children at the waterpark, she joins David on one of the lounge chairs to read for a while — Zoya a smutty historical romance and David a nonfiction on modern space travel. We just shouldn't let Jeff Bezos come back, he argues to Genya later, while Zoya murmurs to Nikolai something she wants him to do to her that night.

Alina thanks the saints her room isn’t next to Zoya’s.

The trip is going so smoothly that she doesn’t realize what trouble Sunday brings with it. It’s always their favorite part of the trip: bottomless margarita night. They all have absolutely horrific, hilarious pictures and videos of themselves from the past three years thanks to bottomless margarita night at Os Alta. But the thought of being drunk like that while she’s sharing a bed with Mal?

Okay, so she just won’t drink tonight. Problem solved.

“You can’t not drink!” Zoya says, personally offended.

“Come on, it’s tradition!” Genya agrees.

But she’s determined to hold out. Only when she sees the others with their drinks, she decides one sip won’t hurt. One sip becomes one drink, and one drink becomes a couple. Soon enough, she’s drunk enough to sign herself up for karaoke, another Os Alta tradition.

“I dunno what I should siiiing,” she slurs, swaying lightly on her feet.

“I have the perfect song for you!” Genya cheers excitedly.

So that’s how she ends up on stage, drunk off her ass, horridly singing Taylor Swift’s We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. She really gets into it, jumping and nailing the talking parts a little too well. But she can hear Genya and Zoya screaming the lyrics along with her, and it only encourages her.

Genya records a Snapchat of her performance, snickering to Mal and David about how she’s going to accidentally send it to the asshole Alina dated last year who’s still entirely too obsessed with her.

Nikolai is the only one of the boys drunk enough to sign up, taking the stage after Alina to perform a disgustingly off-key version of Queen’s Don’t Stop Me Now. They all agree that Freddie Mercury is rolling in his grave.

By the end of the night, the four of them are totally wasted. David, who had spent the night nursing one drink, his focus on getting Genya her drinks and ensuring that she didn’t trip over herself, has to help the aforementioned redhead up to their room. Nikolai and Zoya are a sight, both wickedly drunk, trying to help each other stay upright. Mal had only downed a couple drinks and is mostly sober, which Alina is very thankful for, as she can’t hold herself up to save her life. She nearly trips on absolutely nothing so many times that Mal finally scoops her into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way to the room. Alina giggles the whole way. 

There’s no getting ready for bed that night. Mal sets her on the bed, and she resigns to sleeping in her red summer dress. When Mal joins her after having a shower, drunk Alina has no qualms curling up against him and sniffing him.

“Mm, you smell good,” she hums.

Mal chuckles even as he tenses. Alina has her arm around him and her face pressed into his side. He’s not sure he can breathe. She’s too drunk to notice the blush on his face.

“That’s probably just because you smell like alcohol,” he hedges.

Alina giggles and shakes her head. “No, you always smell good.”

He doesn’t know what to do with this information, but he does a lot of thinking instead of sleeping as Alina passes out next to him.

Monday morning brings with it a pounding headache for Alina. She prepares for the bright sunlight streaming through the window, but the room is dark when she opens her eyes. Mal isn’t beside her, but he left aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand in addition to pulling out the blackout curtains. She falls in love with him a little bit more. 

The day is a quiet one. The girls and Nikolai spend their time at the spa, Mal and David off doing saints know what. She gets the best massage of her life, and while her head still aches despite the pain pill, seeing Nikolai get his toenails painted bright red makes every sip she had last night worth it.

When they’re in the room again after dinner, tucking themselves into bed, Mal says, “You told me I smell good last night.”

Alina pauses. “I did?”

The night comes back to her. She totally told him he smelled good, and she had closed the space between them on the bed, curling up right next to him. She remembers all of it, suddenly and painfully.

“Oh, saints. Mal, I’m so sorry. I didn’t . . . I shouldn’t have—”

He cuts her off. “It’s okay, ‘Lina. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I don’t?”

Mal smiles an amused smile and leans over, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “No, you don’t. Not you. Never you.”

Alina is almost positive she can hear her heart pounding as Mal reaches for something tucked in the drawer of his nightstand.

“For you,” he says, handing her a long rectangular box. “Saw it today when I was out with David and I just— I thought of you.”

She can’t even process the image of Mal and David out shopping together, needing to open this damn box. With shaky fingers, she lifts the lid. Waiting for her inside is a dainty necklace with a gorgeous gold sun charm.

“Oh,” she says softly.

Mal blushes, and this time, Alina notices. “Do you like it?” he asks. “I just thought of you singing last night when I saw it. You’re so bright, Alina. All the time. Just like the sun.”

She has no idea what this confession means, or how she earned it from drunkenly telling him how good he smells — which his really quite good — but her heart has kicked into overdrive. She isn’t sure what, or how, but she knows something’s starting right now.

“I love it, Mal.” She turns so her back is facing him and hands over the necklace. “Will you help me put it on?”

He wraps the chain around her neck. The sun rests perfectly against her heart. She notices every little brush of his fingers against the back of her neck as Mal works the clasp.

When the necklace is secure, they both lay back down, noticeably closer this time. Not as close as last night, but close enough that their arms occasionally brush, close enough that she’ll end up kicking him during the night. Alina sleeps on her right side. 

Their trip might be ending tomorrow, but something better was beginning tonight.

[sandwichrin]

A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 15)

Chapter 15 - Almost there

Word count: 6.1k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hello! Chapter 15 is here, and I’ve written this chapter longer than I did before this ^^ Thank you for waiting everyone <3 Also, I’ll be starting my chapter 16 a.s.a.p. too so I hope you guys are interested to know what goes on later after this chapter :D 

(Practice Room / Treasure)

“Hands up, straight!” Jihoon reminded his younger members.

All of the members that were younger than Jihoon and Hyunsuk were given a punishment in which they have to sit up straight whilst raising their arms straight, pointing to the ceiling above.

“I don’t get it, hyung. Why are we getting punished too? We weren’t involved in this stalking mission anyways,” Haruto whined, his raspy voice making it sound more of like a complaint.

The rest of the boys who were sitting in the back, Asahi, Junkyu, Mashiho, Yoshi and including Haruto himself started talking and whining all at once, making it almost impossible to identify what they were all trying to say.

Not to mention, it made the practice room noisier than it was before.

Jihoon raised his hand, signalling them to quiet down.

“Now, you boys in the back weren’t involved, sure. But you guys should’ve been more alert as well! I mean, did you guys not notice your friends acting fishy earlier today??”

“No…” Yoshi answered Jihoon’s question.

“Weren’t they all regularly fishy at all times?” Haruto asked back.

“Yeah, hyung. To be fair, we’re all weirdos here,” Mashiho added.

“Hey, hey,” Hyunsuk interrupted them. “Who said we’re weird?? We’re unique, okay”

“Didn’t y/n call us weird that one time though hyung?” Jihoon asked him back.

“Oh. Well then in that case, maybe we are weird huh,”

“Wait a minute, are you all trying to distract me?” Jihoon asked the rest of his dongsaengs who were sitting on the floor in front of him, with their hands resting by their sides by now.

“Woops,” Doyoung snickered.

“Hands up! Raise them high and straight!” Jihoon ordered them.

They all started groaning and complaining again, since their arms were tired from the punishment Jihoon gave them for the past 15 minutes.

                                                                *

 Fast forward to Friday, you were getting a hang of working in the YGE Building. You have already figured out your way to your preferred restroom, you have your own lunch spot which was the balcony, and you were fairly familiar where the other facilities are since you were frequently asked to run errands here and there regardless of which floor.

“Y/n, before you leave, can you help take out the trash?” Bomin asked you, his finger pointing at the bin by the door whilst his eyes were still busy reading the document Soomin was showing him.

You shut your notebook slowly and looked at Soomin, who was also looking at you questioningly.

You were about to say okay when Soomin suddenly spoke up, “Hm? Why are you asking Y/n to take it out? Can’t you ask one of your own staff??”

Bomin placed the document in his hand down onto the table and smiled at his friend. “Come on Soomin, it’s just taking the trash out. Besides, she doesn’t have much task to do in your team.”

You felt a pang of hurt when he mentioned that. But it was true, ever since you entered the team, you haven’t received any serious tasks to be done. Everyone else had their own specific roles in the team and to be honest, you felt a little out of place knowing that your tasks were mostly small errands like printing and sending the documents out throughout the week.

“Well, y/n helped us a lot too!” Soomin defended you.

Bomin grinned at her, “Aw come on, don’t be too worked up about this. I know she’s new to your team anyways. I just wanted to—”

“It’s fine,” you interrupted the both of them.

Both Bomin and Soomin turned to look at you.

“I’m heading out anyways,” you smiled at them. “I’ll take the trash out and just head back home,”

Soomin glanced over at her watch. “Oh? Omg yeah, I almost forgot we finish work at noon on Fridays! Thanks for the reminder, y/n,” she winked at you.

You grinned at her and got up from your chair, packing up your stuff into your tote bag.

“Oh wait, Y/n!”

“Yes, Soomin?”

“You don’t want to have lunch with us before you leave?”

“Ahh,” you looked at her and the rest of your team in the room who were busy chatting with one another.

“It’s fine, I’ll just head home,” you said to her, giving her an apologetic smile.

“Sure, it’s fine,” she smiled back at you. “Take care, okay? I’ll see you on Monday?”

You nodded at her, “Yup, see you on Monday!”

With that, you picked up your bag and head towards the door of the meeting room. You picked up the trash bag from the bin beside the door and left the room.

                                                                *

 You threw the trash bag into the larger bin at the end of the floor and entered the restroom to wash your hands for a while.

While you were drying your hands, you felt your phone buzzing from your bag.

Taking out your phone, you read the name on the screen. Chani. You answered the phonecall.

 Phonecall conversation (Y/n and Chani):

Chani: Y/n! Where are you?? Really?? I went to the restroom for a while and you just left me like that??

Y/n: Oh my god Chani, don’t make me sound that bad.  

Chani: Where are you?

Y/n: I took out the trash just now. I’m heading home now.

Chani: What? Why? Are you sick??

Y/n: Gosh, you need to chill. I’m fine, Chani haha. I finish work at noon on Fridays, just so you know.

Chani: So…does this mean I’ll be having lunch all alone today…

Y/n: (rolls eyes) Oh my god, you have other friends too. Remember what you told me? Everybody loves Chani.

Chani: (sighs) okay fine. I’ll see you next week then?

Y/n: Yup. Okay then, go and have lunch! Byee!

-End call-

 You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before leaving the restroom.

                                                                 *

You were walking out of the restroom when you met Junghwan who was passing by.

Junghwan stopped walking when he saw you.

“Noona!” He greeted you cheerfully. He hurriedly approached you.

You smiled at him. “Junghwan.”

“Where are you going noona?”

“I’m about to head home. I get off work early on Fridays, remember?” you reminded him.

“Ahh, that’s right,” he scratched his head.

“Well, I’m going off now. It was nice seeing you. I need to make a quick stop at the convenience store out front too,” you said, referring to the convenience store you frequently visited which was opposite the YG Building itself.

You were about to walk away when Junghwan stopped you.

“Wait, noona!”

“Hm? What’s wrong, Junghwan?”

“Uhh, convenience store? W-we uh, have one here,” he started stuttering now that you were making direct eye contact with him.

You looked at him questioningly. “Ohh…Okay?”

“I mean—” Junghwan looked around. “Okay, come with me,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him.

“Whoa, wait, slow down Junghwan!” you said, trying to keep up with his steps.

                                                                  *

 (GS25 Mart / YGE Building)

“Hyung, you’re getting that buttercream bread again today?” Haruto asked Jeongwoo who was at the bread aisle.

“Yup, it’s surprisingly good. You want one?�� Jeongwoo asked him back.

Haruto turned to look at Jeongwoo before nodding at his hyung. “Sure,”

Haruto stood at the drinks aisle, still thinking of what drink to buy for lunch today. His hand reached out to his usual pick, cola, but then he moved his hand slightly to the grape juice on his left.

“Oh? That’s unusual.” A voice startled him. Haruto turned to look at the voice that surprised him.

Junkyu blinked curiously at him.

“W-what is it, hyung? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Nothing, it’s just that, you’re getting grape juice??” Junkyu asked in disbelief.

“Whoa! What did you say?” Jeongwoo’s head popped up from behind the shelf near them.

Haruto blushed, “What?? I was just looking at it! I wasn’t really going to buy it!” he said, defending himself.

Junkyu lets out a laugh at his friend. “I was just kidding—”

“Here, here! Isn’t it cool?!” Junghwan’s excited voice boomed throughout the store in all of a sudden.

“Yah, So Junghwan, what are you being so loud for—” Jeongwoo stopped when he saw you and Junghwan outside the store. “Oh? Hey!” Jeongwoo hurriedly ran towards the both of you.

You nod and smiled at Jeongwoo as you saw him approaching you.

“What are you doing here, y/n? You here to buy some lunch?” Jeongwoo asked you.

“Ahh, I was actually heading towards the convenience store outside…” you said.

“Oh?” Jeongwoo said, surprised that you were here instead. Then he saw how Junghwan’s hand was still holding onto your arm.

Jeongwoo raised an eyebrow at the both of you. “So…Junghwan brought you here?”

You smiled apologetically and nodded at him.

Junghwan immediately lets go of your arm, “H-hey, I was just bringing her here since we have a convenience store here too!”

“Uh huh, sure,” he smirked at the maknae.

Your eyes looked around the outer part of the store and you felt amazed now that you were standing right in front of it.

“Wait, this store!” You ran to the front and pointed at the signage of the store.

“It’s the same store from that K-Drama, right?!” You fangirled excitedly.

Junghwan and Jeongwoo looked at you confusedly.

“Which drama, noona?”

“That oneeeee. The one with that Ji Chang Wook guy!”

Junghwan scratched the back of his head. “Maybe I should ask Yoshi-hyung if he knows that one, I haven’t watched many dramas,”

You took out your phone and posed for a selca with the smaller sign on the entrance of the store.

Jeongwoo shook his head at you. He turned to the maknae beside him, “You getting anything here?”

Junghwan blinked a couple times before patting his pockets. His face showed as if he just realised something and he turned back to his hyung, face in shock.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Hyung…I left my wallet in the practice room…”

“Aish, don’t worry about that! I can pay for you too,” Jeongwoo said as he ruffled the maknae’s hair.

Junghwan grinned at his hyung. “Okay! I have a few things I want!”

“Hey, hey, I said I could pay, I don’t mean I’m buying you the whole store Junghwan-aa” Jeongwoo laughed.

Suddenly, another familiar voice called out to the both of the maknaes as they were about to enter the store again.

“Hey guys!”

Both of them turned around to see…

Chani skipping cheerfully towards them. He waved at them once he noticed they were looking at him.

“Hyung! Hi! What brings you here?” Jeongwoo greeted him.

Chani smiled at them, stopping right in front of both the maknaes. “I’m on my way to lunch, but I wasn’t in the mood to eat anything from the cafeteria,” he told them.

“Ahh. Oh? Are you going to have lunch at the balcony again today, hyung?” Jeongwoo asked since he knew how Chani was always having lunch with you at the balcony.

Chani shook his head, “Nah, y/n went home already. She told me she only works half-day on Fridays so,”

Junghwan and Jeongwoo looked at each other.

“So, you both buying lunch here too?” Chani asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Jeongwoo answered.

“Ah, you guys eating in the cafeteria today?”

“Oh, no. We need to catch up with practice so Hyunsuk and Jihoon hyung told us to just grab something and eat in the practice room,”

“Ahh, I see. Well,” Chani shrugged. “I wish y/n was here though. I don’t think I’ve brought her to this store yet. Oh well. Let’s go inside and buy some food together!” Chani said happily to the both of them.

Suddenly, Junghwan felt panicked. Instead of following Chani whom was heading towards the store, Junghwan immediately yelled, “OH? NOONA!”

Hearing this, Chani and Jeongwoo immediately turned around to look at Junghwan.

“S-sorry, I thought I saw Y/n-noona up there just now,”

“Oh? That’s impossible, she told me she was heading home just now,” Chani said as he took out his phone from his pocket.

Jeongwoo looked at his dongsaeng, confused as to what Junghwan was doing.

“She’s not answering her phone,” Chani sighed after he failed to call you. “She must’ve put it on silent again,”

“M-maybe,”

“Well, I’ll get going. See you all next time!” Chani said as he was about to leave the both of them.

“Hyung! You’re not buying food here?” Jeongwoo pointed at the store.

“Nah, I want to go check if y/n is up there. I’m gonna give her an earful of nagging for leaving without saying goodbye to me,” he complained. With that he waved goodbye at the maknaes and ran off towards the escalators heading up.

Jeongwoo shook his head and clicked his tongue, “Tsk tsk Junghwan-aa. Look at you,” he smirked at the maknae.

“I panicked! I’m sorry,” he said, meaning it too. “When he said y/n-noona went home, the only thought that crossed my head was that if he saw noona in the store, he might have dragged noona out to have lunch with him,”

Jeongwoo nodded, understanding why Junghwan did what he did.

“I mean, he gets to work with y/n-noona every day, he has lunch with her every day, and well, since noona is here today, I figured it’s only fair if I wanted to make sure we were the ones that get to have lunch with her this time,” he continued.

“Aigoo, you don’t have to get emotional about this,” Jeongwoo ruffled the kid’s hair. “I understand,” he said softly.

“Let’s get inside and grab lunch so that we can head back to the practice room soon, okay?” Jeongwoo added as he wraps an arm around Junghwan’s shoulder.

                                                                *

 After taking selcas at the front entrance of the convenience store, you excitedly entered the store and started scanning through the shelves to see the types of snacks and food sold there.

Now, because you were quick enough to enter the store without the maknaes realising it, you had no idea about what went on outside the store when Chani and the maknaes met.

Oblivious and excited about being in the store, you didn’t realise there was another guy on the same aisle as you until he walked up towards you.

“Y/n!”

You turned to look and realised it was none other than Haruto, holding a bottle of grape juice in his hand.

“Hi Haruto!” You smiled at him.

“What are you doing here alone?”

“Junghwan brought me here,” you grinned. “I just got off work and we bumped into each other in the hallways. I was actually on my way to the convenience store outside, but your little brother out there brought me here instead,”

Haruto chuckled at your explanation. “Makes sense of him to bring you here. This store is good too. They sell good stuff here,”

You looked around you. “I can agree to that.”

“So, what are you getting?”

You eyed the grape juice in his hand. “I might get one of that,” you pointed at it, making Haruto blush when he noticed you wanting to get the same drink as him.

“And a ramen cup I guess?” You added. “It’s Friday anyways,”

Haruto nodded at you even though he had no idea how Fridays and ramen cups are related to one another.

You hurried towards the shelf that were filled with different types of cup and bowl noodles. You eyed every single one of them and picked up a few, wanting to read them closely since there were a few that you’ve never seen before.

“What kind of ramen do you like, y/n?” Haruto’s voice appeared again beside you.

You put back some of the cup noodles onto the shelf, leaving one in your hand.

“I like the ones that are not too spicy? Something with a broth or soupy too,” you answered him, your eyes still scanning the shelf.

You knelt down to look at the lower shelf and Haruto knelt down along with you, wanting to see what you were looking at.

You grabbed another ramen bowl from the bottom shelf and held it in your hands along with the one you had earlier.

“Which one is better, Ruto?” You turned to look at him.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Among these two kimchi ramen bowls. Which is better?”

Haruto looked at the bowls in your hands. He pointed at the one in your left hand. “This one has a nice sour kick to it, if you like the plain kimchi flavour,”

You nodded at his choice. “Okay, thank you for your suggestion,” you smiled.

You put back the noodle bowl that Haruto chose and decided to choose the one you picked from the top shelf earlier.

As you stood up, Haruto said, “Hey! What’s the point of you asking if you’re not gonna choose my pick?”

“Ah,” You looked at him, your chin slightly raising since you had to raise your head slightly to meet his eyes.

“I wanted to try this one instead,” you said as you showed the bowl in your hand again.

“But! That grape juice you’re holding looks good! Is it nice?” You asked, noticing he was confused with what you did earlier.

Haruto looked at the drink in his hand and then he looked at you who was eagerly waiting for his answer. “It’s actually my first time trying it,” he said, a little shy with his confession.

“Cool! I trust your taste, so I’ll get one too,” you said cheerfully.

Haruto smiled at you as he hears your praise on his taste.

“Ruto-yaa where are you? Help me here!” Another voice said on the other side of the shelves you and Haruto were standing at.

“I’m still here, hyung! What happened there?” Haruto answered as he walked towards the direction of the voice.

You followed behind him and saw Junkyu standing in front of the chiller, his hands on the handle.

“How did you open this chiller door? I’ve been trying for the past 5 minutes and it won’t open,” he whined, not noticing Haruto and you were directly behind him by now.

“Agh! Aigoo, this door!” Junkyu complained as he lets go of the handle.

“Aigoo hyung, it was fine before, how did it get stuck now?” Haruto asked him. He hands over his drink to Junkyu, asking him to move aside so that he could try pulling the door open this time.

You watched as the two guys in front of you struggle to open the chiller door.

“Uh, do you guys need help?” You asked, making Junkyu jump slightly, startled that you were there watching them the whole time.

“Y/n? When did you get here??”

“I…I’ve been here for a while now, I guess,”

Haruto smirked at you, “Pfft y/n, there’s no way you can open this. Even Junkyu-hyung struggled,”

“Heyy, I’ll have you know, I’m good at opening jar lids so, it’s probably the same, no?”

With that, you shoved your ramen bowl into Haruto’s hands and stepped up in front of the chiller door, with Junkyu beside you.

“Hyung? Y/n? You guys still here?” You heard Junghwan asking as both him and Jeongwoo stepped into the store after their moment with Chani earlier.

“We’re in the back here!” Haruto called out to them.

You huffed as you tugged on the door handle, one, two, you counted in your head.

Junkyu tilt his head slightly, feeling like it’s ridiculous to see you struggling to open the chiller door now.

“H-hey, let me try again. You might get hurt,” Junkyu said, his hand reaching to hold onto the handles again.

“No, I got this,” you said confidently.

Junkyu rolled his eyes and handed Haruto his drink back. He placed his hands slightly above yours, making it only 2cm close enough to touch your hands and he started pulling the handle as well.

“What’s going on here?” Jeongwoo said as he showed up behind you all.

“These both are competing to see who is stronger at opening that chiller door,” Haruto answered with a shrug.

“Hey, we’re not competing!” Junkyu said.

“Yeah, we just want to get this thing to open so I can get myself a grape juice too!” You added.

The both of you tugged harder this one time and as if luck was on your side, the door opened up.

But because the both of you had tugged too hard on the handle, the moment the door opened, Junkyu lost balance and lost his grip on the handles, making you the only person holding onto it as the door swings open quickly.

‘THUD’

“Whoa, did you guys hear that? What’s that loud noise?” Junghwan said, showing up behind Jeongwoo. His hand was holding onto a pack of gimbap.

Junghwan looked around and noticed that all of his hyungs’ eyes were on you, all looking shocked.

“What? What’s going on??” Junghwan asked again, not understanding what was going on.

“Y-y/n…a-are you okay?” Jeongwoo asked.

Haruto and Junkyu stayed silent, too shocked to even say anything.

You blinked a couple times, noticing your hands were still holding onto the chiller’s door handle. You also noticed a sharp pain on one side of your forehead.

That’s when you noticed that the edge of the chiller door was rested against your forehead. The part where your forehead was hurting.

You let go of the handle, making the door slowly closing back.

“Y/n?? Can you hear me??” Jeongwoo asked again, since you still hadn’t responded to him.

You felt your forehead sting in pain again, now that it’s exposed to the cold air in the store. You backed yourself against the side of the chiller, supporting yourself so you wouldn’t fall.

“It’s not bleeding, right?” You ask, your voice a little softer than usual.

Haruto, Jeongwoo and Junkyu all shook their heads, except for Junghwan who still didn’t know what happened.

You blinked a couple times again, making sure that you could still stand up straight.

“Well then, I guess everything’s okay then!” You tried your best to sound cheerful.

“You sure you okay?” Haruto asked this time.

You nodded several times, convincing them all that you were fine.

“I’m good! Now, get me a bottle of that grape juice too,” you said with a smile.

                                                                   *

 (YGE Building / Treasure’s Practice Room)

Half of the Treasure members were in the practice room when you entered with the gang that were with you from the convenience store earlier.

Hyunsuk, who was sitting beside Mashiho, tilted his head when he saw you entering.

“Oh? You guys are back…. with…who’s that?” he asked, not being able to recognise you.

You were wearing Junghwan’s cap which covered most of your face (you purposely pulled it down) especially since after the incident in the convenience store the boys said they could see a bump forming on your head. Not to mention, you were dressed casually too (casual Fridays; what your company call it), wearing a dark blue hoodie paired with black jeans and your sneakers.

You pushed the cap on your head a little to the back to reveal your face. “Hi! Your boys forced me to have lunch with you guys here,” you smiled as you said this.

“Y/n!” Hyunsuk stood up excitedly and went up to you, hugging you as soon as he reached where you stood.

“I’m not sure if me being here is legal, but yeah, I originally wanted to head back home after having some ramen at the store outside,” you explained.

Hyunsuk grinned happily, feeling glad that after not meeting you for days, he could finally see you again.

“Oh wait, if you’re here,” Hyunsuk looked over behind you and his other members who were with you. “Is Chani here too?” he asked, knowing that ever since your team started working in their building, Chani has been your companion every time and everywhere.

“Aish, hyung! Don’t mention his name here, he might really show up!” Junghwan said in a loud whisper to his hyung.

“Ahh, sorry sorry,” Hyunsuk apologised, understanding why his maknae said that. “Come here, y/n! Let’s sit with the rest!” He said as he pulled your hand to go to the center of the room where the rest were sitting at.

“Wow, the moment he sees Y/n he literally forgot about us,” Haruto chuckled. “It’s almost like we were never here,” he added, jokingly.

Jeongwoo laughed at this. “As usual, Hyunsuk-hyung gets easily attached to people he likes I guess,” with that, Jeongwoo left to go and sit with you and the rest of the members.

Junkyu rolled his eyes after hearing both of what his dongsaengs said.

                                                                  *

 “Ahh there they are!” Hyunsuk said as soon he sees Jihoon and Yoshi entering the practice room with a paper bag in their hands.

It had been only 15 minutes since you arrived in the practice room and while waiting for both of them, you had been chatting with Hyunsuk about your work.

You turned your head to look at the both who just arrived and smiled at them, letting them know that you notice them coming in too.

“Oh? Hello there, Y/n…with a cap? That’s a first!” Jihoon exclaimed when he sees you.

Yoshi bowed slightly at you and smiled as he greeted you.

All of them including you sat down on the floor, all in a scattered manner since the practice room was wide, unlike your cramped living room at home.

The one sitting nearby you were Hyunsuk, Yoshi and Junghwan.

Junghwan handed over your ramen bowl that you bought with him and the ones who were at the convenience store downstairs. You thanked him and tore the lid off.

“Oh? I forgot to get myself some hot water,” you said.

“Aish, noona. We got you covered,” Junghwan said to you. He got up and pulled out a flask of hot water from his bag, passing it to you once he sat back down.

“Wow, you bring hot water to practice every day?” You asked, impressed.

“Ah, Doyoung-hyung and I bring a flask each every day in case we’re too lazy to go get some from the cafeteria,”

“Huh, nice of you both,” you praised as you poured the hot water into your ramen bowl, covering it back with the lid once you’re done. You hand over Junghwan his flask back and thanked him.

You looked around you and see all of them eating their own food they bought, all immersed in their own thoughts, some talking to one another and laughing while eating.

You were waiting for your noodle to soften so you decided to tie up your hair into a low bun while waiting. Pulling your headband from your wrist, you tied up your hair into a messy low bun, struggling a little since the cap on your head was sort of making it hard for you to do so.

The cap on your head slipped forward, covering your eyes while you were tying your hair, and Hyunsuk noticed this.

“Aigoo, this cap is kinda big on you, no?” he said with a grin.

You smiled at him and finished up bunning up your hair.

Hyunsuk helped push the cap back to make sure you were able to at least look at your food and without realising it, he accidentally touched the bump on your forehead.

“Ah,” you winced softly. You backed your head away from Hyunsuk’s hand and held onto the cap, directly on the spot of your bump.

“Why, what’s wrong y/n?” Hyunsuk asked when he sees you looking uncomfortable.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” you tried to look away from him and ignored the sting on your forehead. Fixing the cap properly (enough for you to hide the bump and see your food in front of you), you grabbed your chopsticks and took off the lid of your noodle bowl.

You stirred your noodles and began eating it.

“Mmm, so good,” you said happily.

Hyunsuk smiled watching you eat beside him. He reached out his hand and pats your head, which earned another wince from you, since you felt the sting on your head intensify.

This time, your wince was loud enough for Junghwan to hear you. He turned around, a worried look on his face.

He set down his food onto the floor and scooted towards you. “Noona?”

You held onto the spot where your bump is hidden and you lowered your head, holding in the pain that was literally throbbing by now.

“Y/n?” Hyunsuk called out to you, worried as well now that he noticed Junghwan’s expression.

You blinked a couple times and took deep breaths to hold in the pain on your forehead.

You shook your head and forced a smile at the both of them. “I’m good, just a little sting in the head,”

“Really? You looked like you were very much in pain earlier,” Hyunsuk said, his frown visible on his face, not being able to shake his worry towards you. He clearly heard you wince not once, but twice.

You nodded profusely, you even grabbed your ramen bowl and started eating it back just so you could convince them not to worry about you.

“Noona…it still hurts, huh?” Junghwan said to you.

“Hm? What, what happened?” Hyunsuk asked him.

You chewed on your noodles, ignoring the both of them.

Seeing that you wouldn’t be honest with him, Junghwan pulled his cap off your head.

The sudden cold breeze hitting your forehead made you lift your head, your eyes meeting his.

Junghwan’s eyes widened though the moment he pulled his cap away from you.

“N-noona, your head…”

You pushed the stray strands of your hair away from your face, wondering why he looked so surprised at you. “What? What is it?”

Hyunsuk immediately pulled you to face him, “Oh my god! Y/n!” he exclaimed rather loudly.

Yoshi, who was beside you immediately put down his ipad that he was watching while eating and scrambled over to Hyunsuk’s side. “Oh my god, Y/n!” He said in shock as well.

You frowned at your friends. “What? Oh my god, what’s going on??”

“What’s going on over there?” You heard Jihoon’s voice asking from the other side of the room.

You turned your head to look at him and immediately everyone else on his side gasped out loud.

“Y-yah! Y/n! What happened to your head?!” He screamed in shock.

“What is it?? Is my head bleeding??” you asked back, your eyes tearing up.

You tried to touch the bump on your head but the moment your fingers grazed against it you felt a sharp pain, “Ouch,” You clenched your fist to hold yourself from screaming.

“No, don’t touch it, noona!” Junghwan said as he grabbed your hand.

“It’s bad…” Haruto breathed out as he stared at you.

“What happened to Y/n??” Jihoon asked again, this time, his voice a little louder.

“N-noona hit her head against the edge of the chiller door downstairs…” Junghwan stammered.

“What?!” Hyunsuk said, louder this time too.

“Guys omg, it’s just a small bump, let’s not make a big deal about it” you said.

“No, no, Y/n. It’s not a small bump like the one we saw earlier…” Jeongwoo explained to you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What? Then it’s a big bump??”

SNAP! The sound of a camera clicked. Everyone turned to see Asahi holding up his phone.

He walked up towards you and showed a picture of you, a frown on your face—and there it was, on your forehead—the small bump you remembered from before had grown bluish-black, making it seem like your forehead was rotting.

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT??”

“That’s…your forehead, y/n,” Asahi stated matter-of-factly.

Your eyes were tearing up. “Why is the colour so dark??”

“You must have hit your head so hard…” Hyunsuk said.

“Yah! What are you all doing just standing there?? Get something cold to calm the bruise on her head!” Jihoon said.

Yoshi hurriedly grabbed his cold canned drink that he hasn’t opened yet. Without thinking much, he immediately pressed it against your bruise, making you wince in pain because of the sudden contact against your throbbing head.

“Hyung! Don’t do it like that! Do it slowly!” Yedam called out to him.

At this rate, the whole group was gathering around you, worried looks on their faces as they watched Yoshi calming your bruise, trying to make it no longer swell whereas Hyunsuk and Junghwan kept calming you down every time they see your face showing any discomfort.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, it’ll be less bruised later, okay?” Hyunsuk whispered to you as he stroked your head.

“Noona, it’s okay, it’ll be less painful later,” Junghwan said as well, his hands holding yours.

Junkyu watched as everyone was focusing on you now, even himself too. He felt slightly guilty for not being able to contribute anything to make you feel better, so he just sat and watched over you with the others.

                                                                  *

 (Evening / Dorm 1 – Hyunsuk, Yoshi, Junkyu, Haruto)

“I’m home!” Haruto called out as he entered their house even though there was nobody at home.

“Welcome home!” Yoshi replied, as he entered the main door beside his dongsaeng.

Haruto giggled at this and moved to the side to let everyone else enter as he bowed down to take off his shoes.

“Aaahhh home sweet home!” Haruto chanted as he raced towards the living room, jumping onto the sofa, letting his body rest after a good amount of dance practice with his group today.

“Aigoo Ruto-yaa, you better go wash up first before you fall asleep on the sofa,” Junkyu nagged at him when he passed by the living room.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I’ll shower up in a bit”

Hyunsuk entered the living room, his face clearly distracted.

“Hyung, everything alright?” Yoshi asked when he saw Hyunsuk’s expression.

“I don’t know…I just feel so worried about Y/n.”

“Ahh hyung, don’t worry too much. Her bruise wasn’t as dark as before too, and she said she was fine too when she left us after lunch. She was even smiling too,”

Hyunsuk shook his head. “How did she even hurt herself like that? She’s only worked in our building for a week and she already got herself into an accident like that. Imagine working there for a month, what else would happen to her?”

Yoshi walked up towards his hyung and pats his back. “Don’t worry, hyung. Y/n wouldn’t like it if we worry about her like this too,”

Haruto, who was listening to the whole conversation, scooted himself to sit up properly on the sofa. “Hyung-ah, do you think she’s doing okay right now? I mean, I feel like y/n might be the kind of person who wouldn’t be entirely honest if she’s feeling pain…Even when she got hit by the chiller door, she laughed it off and said she was fine. She even hid the fact that she was hurt by the bruise to the point when we found out it was already black and swollen badly,”

Hyunsuk nodded, understanding what Haruto was trying to say.

Suddenly, an idea came up to his head. “Do you guys want to have dinner with y/n? We can order takeout and watch a movie at her place. At the same time we can watch over her bruise too,” Hyunsuk said to his dongsaengs.

Yoshi and Haruto exchanged looks with one another. They knew that Hyunsuk was worried about you, because he really cares about you, but they weren’t too sure if bothering you tonight would be a good idea.

“Or, hyung, we could just invite her over for lunch tomorrow? She might want to rest up tonight,” Yoshi suggested.

“Oh? But y/n has never been to our place. Will that be okay, though?” Haruto asked.

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be okay, as long as everyone in this dorm consents to it, it should be okay, no?”

Hyunsuk nods his head at this idea. His eyes glanced over at Junkyu’s room.

“Junkyu-aa! Junkyu, come over here!” he called out.

Junkyu walked out of his room, his hair slightly dishevelled, obviously he was laying down in bed earlier. “Yes, hyung?”

“We’re having lunch with y/n tomorrow, you cool with that?”

Junkyu shrugged, not understanding why Hyunsuk has to ask him. He would’ve just followed the rest of them without any complaints.

“Okay, I guess.”

“Okay, good. I’ll bring her over here tomorrow,” Hyunsuk said happily. Yoshi and Haruto too, smiled at their plan for tomorrow.

Junkyu was about to leave for his room back when he processed what Hyunsuk said earlier.

His eyes widened and he turned around to look at his dormmates again, “Wait, what?? You’re bringing Y/n over to our dorm??”

 To be continued…

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

assuming we're in the prominence universe, how would they react if they're told they have a fanfic with yn? (hwa, yang, mark, jeno, anima, ateez) (i hope my ask makes sense? 😂)

Ooooo interesting oneeeee honestly okay, here's how I see it, assuming it's not YN who tells them

Seonghwa probably already knew. Not gonna lie, I think he's probably searched it up before because he knows he's in a lot of fanfiction with the other ATEEZ members so like he's not unfamiliar with it, but I also see him lowkey being critical about it like "Uh, no, that's not how (Y/N)'s like" and Wooyoung (who showed it to him) is like "hyung it's a mafia au of course (Y/N) doesn't know how to throw an axe" (she does, as explained in a prior update). He's super into the fluffy fanfiction though, cuz somehow they always get it right, like yes he does love holding you close and yes he does love the domestic bliss! He'll probably send you some as a joke but you took it too seriously and sent him some too so now you're in this awkward boat that's like "we read fanfiction about each other?!"

(Yangyang, Mark, Jeno, ANiMA, and ATEEZ under the cut)

Yangyang definitely already knows about it too, I've mentioned in an update before that as a joke he and (Y/N) would send each other YNYY fanfiction and laugh about it but there was this one mafia au that they got so hooked onto for no fucking reason and I'm lowkey thinking of writing it for the sole purpose of referencing it in Prominence HAHAHA but also while he was mad crushing on her he probably read a couple but couldn't get too far before being hit with the realization that he's reading fanfiction about him and his best friend for life who was also in a relationship HAHA

Mark would be super surprised about it and a little weirded out. I see him as the rational one, like when idk maybe a fan was like "hey Mark have you read any YNMK fanfiction?" he'd probably say something along the lines of "uh... but (Y/N) has a boyfriend and she's just my best friend." But, on the off chance post-YNSH breakup that he did run into it, I imagine that he'd read a couple of lines before cracking up because it's just so off and out-of-character so to speak that he just finds it hilarious. But honestly he gets kind of weirded out that he's being shipped with his friend, like how did people turn him getting you a birthday present into a sudden unrequited love plot line? He doesn't know.

Jeno just chooses not to acknowledge it. He's seen a few Nomin fanfics that just traumatized him so when he found out the YNJN is a very real ship he'd be kind of confused. Outside of their interactions during NCT 2020 there wasn't a lot of content with him and you so he doesn't really know where it came from. Plus, you're like a sister to him so it's weird, but it's not like he can do anything about it. However, on the next chance you're doing content together he'll probably be hammering it in that you're like a sister. Saying things like "(Y/N), come on, do it for your bro!" Which you would likely respond "what do you want this is, like, the fifth time you've referred to me as your sister-" Yeah, Jeno just made it worse.

Now, ANiMA as a whole are pretty knowledgable about this whole fanfic business. Saeron and Jihyun have probably read some fanfic on themselves because (Y/N) or Yeseul have sent it to them, but they won't actively seek it out. But, if a fan told them off chance, they'd both probably say something along the lines of "I hope I'm written well!" Unknowingly starting an internal fan war for how idol's are depicted in fanfiction but that's besides the point. Yeseul thrives off of fanfiction, she thinks it's hilarious, and the few she finds of her and Jaehyun are definitely bookmarked because it's fun to read them to wind down and just get her character so wrong it's funny.

ATEEZ are a bit different, as I explained in Seonghwa's. Like, they know about it, but they kinda ignore it. Maybe San or Wooyoung would send Seonghwa a YNSN or YNWY fanfic to joke around every now and then, but that's about it. They respect Seonghwa enough not to read it cuz like that's his girlfriend and their friend what?! But post-breakup I can see maybe Wooyoung reading YNSH fanfiction to cope HAHAHAHA

[tayfritts]

Yall I had such a bad stress dream last that i woke up with a migraine. The worst part is i knew i should have taken my medicine before bed to help but i just told myself id be fine. I know some of you know im supposed to be moving to texas this summer and thats something that has been weighing on my mind for a while. Especially since my family down there has slightly* different morals then i do.

So anyway my dream started with me spending time with them no big deal but then we had to go out onto this weird surreal beach where it felt like dusk but there was this glow that helped us all to see. As i got closer to the shore line i noticed there was a cliff that blocked part of the beach and the only way to get to the other side was to go into the water to get around. I felt very fearful for some reason to even go down there... i walked back up to the house where my family was staying thinking "i need to go to work im late i have to get to work"

but then when i saw my brother and sister i got so happy and just wanted to spend time with them. I ended up getting called away into the livingroom from my dad asking if im gunna go out and have fun with them before i could answer i got called into the kitchen by someone sayinng they missed me. (In irl i dont think they really miss me) and they asked for a hug. I went in to give them a hug and they acted like i was hurting them.... they they said something like a little lighter so i did and right away they acting like i was hurting them.... so i said "im going to stop. Im not trying to hurt you" and walked back out towards this beach.

I guess it has gotten darker cuz i noticed it was glowing behind that cliff. I started walking toward the water cautiously before noticing there were crystals growing out of the water beyond the cliff. I started to step into the water and started getting the thought again that i was late for work and i didnt have much time. Therr was a larger one i really wanted but knew id "be late" if i tried to get to it. I ended up just reaching down and grabbing what looked like a small piece of clear quarts. As i was running back up the beach i bumped into my dad and gave him the crystal. He like kindaaa said thank you but seemed more confused then anything.

The closer i got to the house the more i was like fuck work i dont need to be there. Why do i care so much. I need to just sit and enjoy this time with my family. But before i could fully convince myself i was like "OH BUT THERE IS THIS ONEEEEE THINGGGG I HAVE TO DDOOOO" so now it flashes to be being at work and i snuck into work cuz i didnt want anyone to know i was there and every time someone was about to "catch me" on god i would NARUTO RUN away from them and i was so fast they couldn't see me 😂 im still not sure if i got done what i needed to at work but i remember turning this one corner and there were like 5-6 coworkers and i just naruto ran as fast as i could past them and made it out the back door...

i woke up for a bit took my migraine medication and went back to sleep

Back in my dream its the next day and i was in a managers office getting written up for missing work even thou i got all my work done. I remember just. .. sitting there..... i asked are you serious?? After all ive done?? Then i just sat there again..... i said i had to use the bathroom. walked toward the other side of the building and just started to light everything on fire.

There was no emotion on my face until i heard everyone start to realize and scream. Everyone ran towards the exits and i just stood in the middle of everything feeling like i could finally breath even though there was nothing but flames and smoke around me. Right as i felt like the flames would touch me i turned around and saw one emergency exit not blocked by the flame. I debating for a moment if i wanted to escape. The next thing i knew i was at the door pushing it open. I dont remember anything after that....

Sorry for any spelling errors but i had to hurry up and type this out before i forgot. I feel like my tumblr family are the only people that rrally care sometimes i weird as that seems. Thank you to anyone who read the whole thing or even part of it <3 i hope everyone has a good day! And for any FBI agents reading this i have no intention of burning my place of work down 😂

[bts-svt-mx]

OK SO.. This is an explanation of my Rose Bowl BTS concert floor seat experience that has taken me a week and a half to get over

So disclaimer: If you don’t want to read this then please ignore this post and go back to your normal blogging and I’ll put this post under read more to not torture you all with my pent up feelings lol

Alright kids SADDLE UP!

I know I didn’t really talk about my BTS Concert experiences at the Rose Bowl after it happened, so now that I’ve fully recovered let me just scream about a few things. 

SO FIRST, Day 1 I was really far away (like back of the stadium) but Day 2.. bitch i was so cLOSE. I was like two rows away from the back right corner of the extended stage. 

Since not much happened Day 1 imma talk about the Day 2. RIght, so before the concert, it didnt really hit me that bts are like actual humans that would be right in front of me but as soon as they finished Not Today and moved onto Outro: Wings and started moving around the stage and interacting with us, I just flipped my shit. No joke. Like Taehyung made eye contact with me for .2 seconds and it IGNITED A FIRE IN ME.

So let me make a list of 

who was in our corner from most to least:

1. Hobi

2. Jimin

3. Namjoon

4. Jungkook

5. and then Taehyung/Jin/Yoongi were all pretty equal (sadly my ultimate Taehyung wasn’t near us too much, he kinda stuck to the middle of the sides of the stage and not the corners of the stage if that makes sense) BUT with Taehyung, I had two moments with him that made me cry uGH

Let’s break it down by most interactions now:

1. NAMJOONNNNNNNNNNNN- 

So you know how people are like ‘oh he looked at me’ but it could have been like 10 other people right? BUT NO!! THIS ONEEEEE! THIS ONE!!! So like he was over by us A LOT and I was standing in like this kind of open space directly in front of the corner of the stage so like: 

but like no one was directly in front of me but there were people that moved around a lot, but basically there was like this weird opening in front of me. So Namjoon comes over to us a lot and like he’s making a lot of eye contact with me and smiling and smirking and i’m like am I going crazy?? Like im not y/n this isnt real right? and then near the end of the concert, he’s looking in my direction again and my friend right next to me makes the love sign with her fingers (like the boy with luv ending jungkook pose) and NAMJOON LOOKS AT ME THEN AT HER AND THEN DOES THE HAND SIGN BACK TO HER TOOOOOOO and SMILES AT US. ugh girl i died. namjoon is for sure #3 on my bias list now. 

2. Jimin 

So this boy was over by us SO SO much and he would just stand there and stare at us and smile. Like I just got to analyze his face and take in his beauty. and like we made like true eye contact once or twice but I mostly just got to bask in his beauty and study his face so well. it was like looking at an angel. 

3. Taehyung

Even though he didnt come by our section that much (still so sad about that tbh) the times HE DID THOUGH? UGh i’ve never seen such a beautiful man before. it was crazy. it hurt to look at him. ANYWAY so like i think during outro: wings he had this intense stare and he was analyzing the crowd and we made eye contact for a second and it felt like the heavens had opened up and everything was right in the world. i had a panic attack after it. and THEN at the end of the concert, as they were ending Mikrokosmos and they were all saying goodbye and not singing anymore, and the music kinda lowered and no one was really shouting just all being like ‘aww bye’ you know? and taehyung was just about to go back up the catwalk to the main stage and i dont know what comes over me but i yell “TAEHYUNG!!” at the top of my lungs and by the grace of God, the boy WHIPS his head in my direction and smiles and wow idk how he heard me but he did and that’s enough for me. like that’s all i needed.

4. Jungkook

Kookie didn’t really come to us thattttt much, like it was decent but when HE FLEW! it was the closest jungkook was ever going to be to being on top of me and wow.. he didnt fly directly on top of us which turned out to be better because he was in front of us in the air and facing our direction and looking down at us and he made quick eye contact with me and i felt like he was my best friend in that moment. like honestly, watching him the whole concert felt like i was watching my goofball of a best friend act super weird but super hot at the same time up on stage at like a talent show or some shit lmaooooo. It was pretty much exactly what I expected from my bias wrecker and i loved it.

5. J-Hope

Hobi gets an honorable mention because he was over on our side the most out of everyone but we didn’t really have many moments of interaction. like very fleeting glances in my direction but no real like REAL eye contact sadly..

6. Jin 

Ugh my boy Jin.. He’s one of the members that I really love and respect in a different way than the others and I was sad I didn’t get to interact with him besides just staring at his gorgeous face. I wish he came over to us more but he was great nonetheless.

7. Yoongi

My little Yoongles was so cute but he really didn’t come by us that much but when he did he would kind of just glance at us and smile and not make much eye contact but that’s ok he was still prettier and more amazing than i’ll ever be lmao. Still love the kid though.

IN CONCLUSION:

It was such an amazing night, and being there during Namjoon’s speech the second day was like no other feeling I have ever felt. Despite being not right next to them at that point, i could FEEL the love they had for us and the emotions and happiness and pure bliss that they were all feeling, like it was just flowing through the air. It felt like a real and true connection with them and that we were just all sitting in a room talking about how much we loved each other. And then when Jimin started crying and Jungkook was hugging him, like wow that was powerful.. 

Unfortunately, I had such major post concert depression after the concert, worse than I’ve ever had before. Like i felt like i had no purpose anymore in life and i was so stressed with them being in LA for the week after because I was less than an hour from them and I had constant anxiety over it. so it took me a while to get over that and now i finally feel like i can appreciate all that happened and go on with my life with positivity and gratefulness that i was able to be so close to them. So thank you BTS for such a wonderful two nights.

That’s it!! If you read all of this, I’m very impressed and respect you a lot. This was really just for me to look back on an reminisce about my experience being so close to my favorite band so I hope you enjoyed reading this :) 

[modelronpagame]

Lying in Wait | Chapter 3 Event!

It’s been a couple of day’s worth of confusion in the gaudy, glittery halls of HP’s Most Excellent. From investigations and general experiences alone, what was thought to be a location purely for fabulous clothing and egotistical hopefuls had started to show it’s true colors. However even with the rise in conspiracy theories among you, still nothing seemed certain.

However, what was certain was the unpleasant voice of Momotori/[Another Mascot] coming through your speakers sometime in the evening.

“Good evening, ya nerds! Don’t worry, we don’t have a body for you kids quite yet. Kya-hahah~!”

What a way to ruin your evening.

“Nope, nope! Instead, we’ve got a very special little event set up for y’all! In fact, we even have a special guest t’ help us out tonight! Petbe-san, you’re up!”

The camera comes into focus on a shot of the theater balcony where a figure dressed all in black lounges. On their face is a bright red mask similar to one found in Noh theater which depicts some sort of demonic entity. Their legs are crossed one over the other while leaning to one side, resting their cheek on their one hand’s fist. Even if you can’t see their actual expression, you get the distinct feeling that they’re very much enjoying themself.

A masculine voice comes through the mask.

“Hey, shitheads! Nice of you to allow me to join you all for some old fashioned fun! Well, I wasn’t welcomed to the last party, I guess. I was just sooo nervous about you not liking lil’ ol’ me being there, you know? I’m a considerate kind of person so it’s only the least I could do for you all!”

Adjusting so that they were now sitting upright, their legs uncross, and their head tilts to one side, laughing.

“‘But what fun are you talking about?’ I can hear bouncing around in your empty little heads. Well, instead of telling you, why don’t you just look for yourselves? Do something useful, yeah?”

As Petbe goes on, all of the available monitors and Modelpads produce a new image. It appears live footage from the theater is projected. Sitting in a circle on the stage you all see 6 figures bound to chairs:

Hinata Fukumoto

Konoka Kyou

Raketsu Hachimitsu

Koharu Amashiro

Red

and Kagemori Kanta

Looking closer, all of the students seem to be slowly coming to from unconsciousness. Attached to them appears to be medical probes.

The camera resumes focus on the masked person, “Uwaaaahhhh!! How nice of your little friends to join us! Good morning, you lucky participants! I’m so overjoyed to have you join me today for this little game!!” Petbe says, clapping their gloved hands together. “I know it must be a shock for all of you to wake up to this, but I promise it’ll all be great fun! For me. Not for you. Unless, of course, this is your idea of fun. You all really love talking about how you want Ng to step on you soooo I really don’t know what your tastes are other than terrible. Maybe electrical pulses going through your body is your definition of a fun time! I won’t judge.”

They pause for a moment in their speech.

“I’m lying, by the way. I will judge, you fuckers. Nasty.”

Cackles come from them, 

“Guess y’all wanna know about those fancy medical probes, huh? Well, why don’t I explain it to you? You’re gonna be playing a game! It’s one of my own creation, and you all seem to be loving my other game!” 

Petbe gestures to the entirety of the theater. Oh. That game.

“This one’s called Lying in Wait! The game consists of seven rounds during which each of your classmates will have a list of three statements projected above their heads! Your jobs, my stupid little friends, is to pick which one is the truth amidst the lies! Just like you do during your everyday life! You all should be thankful! My fun little trials have given you very good practice at this!”

They continue.

“ANYway, if you pick correctly, then we just move onto the next person! Buuuuuuut if you pick wrooooongggg oneeeee,” 

They lean forward and waggle their finger.

“Your little friend you just picked a response for will get a nasty shock! Zap, zap!! Keep answering wrong for the same person, and the shocks will get worse and worse and worse until they could seriously cause some damage to your pals up on stage. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Tapping their cheek, they seem to be thinking.

“Well, you might want that, but I’m betting that you don’t. Of course, I also thought that you all would be great friends, but some of you seem to already like hurting some of the people on stage, huh? Some friends you are.” 

They laugh. Petbe seems to crack themself up. At least someone’s laughing.

“I, quite honestly, would love it if you all answered every single thing wrong. Screams of torment and pain and betrayal and wondering if your so-called ‘friends’ did it on purpose or if they really didn’t know the answer...they’re music to my ears.”

Leaning back in their seat atop their perch, they cock their head to one side and you get the impression they’re grinning behind that stupid mask.

“I hope you all enjoy the show!~ I know I will!”

Once the unknown voice seems finished with their explanation, Momotori jumps back in.

“That about sums it up! Thank you, Petbe-san~ Oh!! And one more thing!!!”

The animatronic flaps their wings with urgency before settling down.

“Before any of you try t’ intervene - there’s a new rule in place for this event!”

Your Modelpads have a pop-up appear, bringing you to the Rules Page:

[ ✧ Students may not leave the room they are currently in. ]

“If anyone decides they wanna try t’ be ‘heroic’ and ruin our good fun - we’ll give ALL of them a really nasty shock! SO!” Momotori chuckles, “It’s best you just sit back and enjoy the show with us~! Haaaave Fuuuuuun!”

And so, it begins.

[guccisvt]

~liquid sin

Genre: Smut Word Count: +2.1k Warnings: Slight angst, drinking, swearing, spanking, semi-public sex? Summary: It was New Year’s Eve. If you knew he felt this way, you wouldn’t have been dancing with Mingyu in such a provocative manner. As he pulled you into the club bathroom, you could only imagine what was in store for you. 

The club was loud, crowded and smelt like sweat. You looked into the crowd of bodies, moving so effortlessly with the beat of the music. You never were one for crowds, but your best friends dragged you out because they wanted to “end this year and start the new one with a party!” So after a quick stop at the nearest McDonalds, Joshua, Mingyu, and Hoshi dragged you to the club. Now here you were, all made up, looking into the sea of wild party people. There was no way in hell you’d make it through the night sober.

“A shot of tequila, please.” You said to the bartender. Maybe a little bit of liquid sin would make this night more bearable. You picked up the small cylindrical glass, it was filled to the brim with the yellow-tinged liquid. You downed it in one go, the drink slightly burning the back of your throat. You winced a bit, shuddering at the bitter taste. “Give me 3 more and a bottle of Soju.” You said, placing the small glass on the counter. 

“MiiiiinNnNNngGyUu,” you said, approaching the man. You crashed into him, gripping his arm and shoulder for support. His drink sloshed around in the glass and some of it dripped out onto the floor.

“Yah, ____, how much have you had to drink?” He asked, standing you up straight.  “One, two, three, fourrrrr shots of tequila and oneeeee bottle of sooojuuuuu.” You stated, struggling to stand straight. 

“Don’t have anymore okay? You’ll regret it tomorrow.” He said with a laugh, He tilted his head back and took a long sip from his drink. His neck was beginning to glisten with sweat. 

“Hey Gyuuu,” you said, walking a bit closer, “come dance with me.” You grabbed onto his arm and pulled him onto the floor. You began to dance, the alcohol blurring what was wrong and what was right. Sober you would have definitely known it was wrong to grind on one of your best friends. Sober you would have known not to kiss one of your best friends. But sober you was gone at the moment, so anything and everything was right. 

Joshua sat at your table in the back of the club, the air around him filled with jealousy. It was painful for him, watching them together like that. The way she moved on him, the way Mingyu tilted her chin up and kissed her with such passion. Actually, it wasn’t painful. It was heartbreaking. Had she even noticed him at all? Did he disappear like a ghost in her eyes? The answer is unknown. He did know that he needed another drink.

He walked to the bar, his feet dragging on the ground and a look of disappointment on his face. The bitter and oh so familiar taste of envy swirled in his mouth. You were his drug; no matter how hard he tried he could never quit. He was always wanting more of you. More attention, more laughs, more touches. More than just a friendship. He was simply addicted to you; every single inch of your being was a treasure and he wanted it all to himself. And the fact that Mingyu would get to love you before him tore him up. With this depressing realization, he plopped himself onto the nearest open barstool.

“Get me a Vodka on the rocks and put it on my tab.” He said with a sigh. You and Mingyu would probably end up getting a cab and going home together. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen after.

“You look depressed as fuck, dude. What’s got you crying in the club?” Hoshi said, signaling the bartender to bring him the usual. Hoshi sat down next to his friend and gave him a concerned look. The bartender set down both the drinks, and they were instantly snatched up by the boys. 

“Does it look like I want to fucking talk about it?” Joshua snapped, taking a long sip of the drink.

“Not really….but I have an idea of what it is.” Hoshi said, looking over at the dance floor. “All I can say is that if you don’t go get her now, you’ll never have her.” With that, Hoshi left, patting Josh on the back. 

“Fuck it.” He tilted his head back and downed the rest of his drink. Maybe it was Hoshi’s words of wisdom, or maybe it was all of the alcohol. This sudden burst of confidence came out of nowhere, but before he knew it his legs were walking him across the room. He stopped when he was in front of you and Mingyu. “He’s basically fucking her on the dance floor,” he said to himself. That's is it. He couldn’t take much more of this. He had to do something. Now. 

You felt a hand on your wrist and you were pulled away from Mingyu before you could even say a word. You didn’t know whose hand was on you and you didn’t know where they were taking you. Pure panic rained over you until you caught a glimpse of light pink hair. 

“Hey, uh, Josh? Where are you taking me?” You asked, struggling to keep up with the pace at which he was walking. Heels are good for nothing. He muttered something, but the music drowned out any possible words. You were eventually down some hallway in the back of the club, a few wasted chicks were stumbling their way back to the dance floor, leaning on the wall for support. 

“Joshua! Where are we going?!” You said, slightly raising your voice. You resisted against his pull, making him turn around. Before you knew it, you were pinned up against the wall. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his breath, it smelt of alcohol. His eyes were suddenly so dark and full of lust, they pierced into your soul. 

“Do you know how painful it was, ___?” He huffed under his breath, looking down to hide the heartbreak that was tempting to take over his face. 

“Wha–I don’t understand?”  “Seeing you like that with Mingyu. Seeing him touch you, seeing you touch him. Seeing the way he looked at you. Have you even noticed me at all? Jesus, ___,” he chuckled, “this entire time I’ve been trying to make you mine. I’ve been trying to get at you for years, and he just came in and ruined everything! Do you know how frustrating that is? To love someone so much and see them tempting another ma–” He was cut off by your lips crashing into his. If you knew he felt this way you wouldn’t have asked Mingyu to dance, because if you were being 100% honest, you felt the same way about him. 

Joshua broke the passionate kiss and pulled you further down the hallway. He urgently opened the Men’s restroom door, closing and locking it behind him. It wasn’t the ideal place to have sex, but anything would do at that moment. 

“D-do you have a con-” Joshua whipped out the metallic purple pack from his pocket. You wiggled in excitement, a smile creeping up on your face. It was moments like this that made Joshua fall in love with you. The moments when you were so effortlessly beautiful, even if you looked like a mess. He loved how the little black flakes of mascara that were pooled under your eyes complimented their color. He loved the way you slouched yourself on the bathroom counter, but most of all, he loved you. 

“Josh~” you whined, becoming impatient. 

“You ready, baby?” He said, slipping on the condom. You nodded your head eagerly, biting your lip out of anticipation. He walked closer to you at a painfully slow pace, his eyes becoming darker and darker with every step.

“Bend over.” He stated, voice hungry and deep. You turned yourself around, bending at the waist and pressed your upper half against the counter. You felt Josh’s hands at the bottom of your dress, slowly pushing up the material. 

“Somebody is wet,” he whispered into your ear, rubbing you through your panties, “would you like me to get you off?” 

“Oh god…Yes, Josh…Please..” You whined, gasping for air as he applied pressure to your clothed clit. He grunted at your words and began to slowly pull off your underwear.  He let the garment slide down your legs, stopping at your feet. 

“Look at that ass,” He said, striking it with light force, “it’s only for my eyes to see from now on,” he spanked you again, “not Mingyu’s,” spank, “not anyone else’s.” He slapped your ass a final time, you let out a small cry of pleasure. 

“It’s only yours and nobody else’s.” You repeated to him as his hands ran over the red marks on your skin. 

“Good girl.” He said, inching his face closer and closer to your core. He pushed one finger in your entrance, moving it in and out at a steady pace. 

“Oh, Josh…More…” You choked out in between moans. Denying your request, he pulled out his finger. It went instantly to his mouth, he sucked all of your juices clean off himself. He then positioned his head in between your legs, his mouth was right above you center. You shouted out several profanities and praises as he licked a stripe down your pussy, giving extra attention to your clit. 

“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” You muttered. You slowly rocked your hips against his tongue, creating extra friction to further pleasure yourself. You felt a familiar knot form in your stomach, every moment of yours and his pushing you closer and closer to your first orgasm. 

Two fingers were suddenly pushed inside you, there were so many things happening at once it was overwhelming. Josh sucked on your clit and thrust his fingers inside of you at the same time, making your walls tighten and your orgasm rain over you. You screamed his name as you came, the whole club should know who made you come this hard with just his hands and mouth. 

“Don’t think you’re done yet, babygirl.” He said, voice full of lust. You regained composure as he stood himself up, pumping his member a couple of times. He teased your entrance with his tip, your juices acting as lube. With one swift movement, his entire shaft was hurried within you. He let out a pent-up sigh, he was finally getting to fuck you after all this time. He slowly pulled himself out, then slammed back into you with force. A loud moan fell from your lips, bouncing off of the walls along with the erotic sound of your ass hitting his stomach. His pace started to increase, he had planned to fuck you fast and hard. 

“Josh, oh my god, come with me?” You said, your breathing becoming irregular and your heartbeat quickening.  “I’ll tell you when you can come on my dick.” He said as he grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling it back so he could look you in the eye when he made you come. He was so dominant, it was such a turn on. 

His thrusts became harder and less consistent as he neared the edge, breathy moans pushing at his lips. “Come.” He demanded, the dominance in his voice paired with the pace at which his cock was pounding into you sent you over the edge for the second time that night. As soon as he felt your walls restrict around his member, he came with a moan. He rode out both his and your orgasms, slowing down to a reasonable speed to catch his breath. He pulled out and discarded the used rubber. While pulling up his pants, he glanced over at you only to find you staring back at him with the most euphoric expression glazed onto your face. 

“Go out with me.” You stated, mind still fuzzy from the intense amount of pleasure your best friend just bestowed upon you. 

“I’ll go out with you once you put your underwear back on and pull down your dress.” He said jokingly, nodding to your still exposed lower half. 

“Right,” you said as you fixed yourself, “but seriously.” 

“I’d be an idiot to say no.” He said, walking over to you and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He grabbed your hand as he unlocked and pushed open the bathroom door, only to be met with a line of angry club-goers in need of the restroom. 

“Oh my god–It was you two?” Mingyu said, eyes growing wide out of disbelief. 

“Shut the fuck up, dick,” Joshua said, wrapping his arm around your waist. You and Josh walked out of the club, knowing that there was more fun to be had elsewhere. Talk about starting the year with a bang.

~strawberry