#ofc he would tell cal ofc he would giggle | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 5 years

Text

The Girl Who Cried Wolf [Alpha!Cal AU] Part 1

The Girl Who Cried Wolf | Royal Blood | No Love Go | Gimme

Summary: Two wolves can play this game

Warnings: this is smut, kids, nothing gross, but full ass smut, including masturbation, oral giving and receiving and good ol’ dick game, so 18+ oh, yeah, and lack of proofreading ofc

A/N: I have no idea how this came to life. We were just pissing each other off with @bringmethehorizonandpizza one night and whooops, almost 11k of god knows what popped into life. And as a matter of fact, I really love the way it turned. I guess, special thanks and credits go to @flannelpunkcalum for planting an idea of alpha!Cal into my mind. Didn’t know I needed it, Betty, thank you very much lol. Also big heart eyes to @calumspeachy for the moodboard inspiration. Note please, it was supposed to be a one shot, but idek, i may or may not have some ideas, so you can request for the second part ig. Feedback is extremely appreciated. Enjoy!

***

You took a deep breath and smiled. The air was cooling down after a hot day, mild wind playing in your dark unruly hair. The atmosphere around was buzzing with anticipation and music. So many people, so many voices and smells. That’s why you loved to be around humans so much. It was so easy to get lost among them, so easy to forget who you really were. You felt your muscles relaxing more and more with every moment spent there. That was the reason you’ve never missed a party, especially on such nights.

You were standing at a spacious backyard of some house. You had no idea, who was the owner of that house or what was the whole party about. A colleague of yours mentioned they were going to a party earlier that day and you agreed on going way too easily. Though, you had your reasons. This night a party was more of a necessity than a pleasure. You had to be here, surrounded by humans. You had to get drunk and lost.

Your smile weakened as you looked up on the moon. It was round, yellow and bigger than back home. You felt shivers creep up your spine and took a sip of your whiskey in a rather rushed manner. The clicking of the ice in the glass almost as loud for your hearing as the voices of people around.

“So, where did you say you’re from?”

You looked at the guy asking you a question, your slightly dizzy brain couldn't remember his name. Nate? Nick?

“I’m from the north of the country,” you smiled, hoping there were enough details in your answer for him.

“So, came here to warm up a little?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you smiled again and slipped with your eyes to his lips. Just for a moment, but long enough for him to notice. You saw his light-blue irises getting darker, could hear his blood rushing in his veins. He was broad shouldered, pretty tall, with messy fair hair. Cute enough to keep you busy for the night. And even though you were pretty sure sleeping with coworkers wasn’t the best of your ideas, you needed a destruction tonight. You father always blamed you for unnecessary impetuosity. But the memory of him only made you sure you were going to have this guy’s head between your thighs soon enough. You just needed to remember his name.

“Why did you decide to move here?” the girl on the right asked. Her name you remembered perfectly well. Julia worked in the same department and, as you understood from scattered phrases dropped here and there by some people, had been hoping to get your current position. You knew she was a little nasty piece of shit, her look was enough to make your hair move. These were the moments you regretted human society wasn’t actually a pack. You couldn’t turn and show the bitch her place in a decent fight like a true daughter of an alpha. Instead, you had to smile and maintain the image of normal relationship. You liked your new position and this town, you were definitely about to stay. You weren’t jeopardizing all of it because of an envious cunt.

“I mean, we don’t really have people transfer from other branches. Especially people from big cities in the north,” Julia explained after not getting an immediate answer and giggled in such a fake way, you needed all your self-control not to roll your eyes on her.

“Yeah, I just wanted to change everything at once,” you answered with the same smile. You were almost enjoying how jealous she was. Reminded you of a feeling of superiority you used to have.

“That’s cool how some people just stand up and change their life like that,” your blue-eyed cutie snapped his fingers. “Whatever they want, they just go for it.”

“It’s not that difficult,” you mused, looking back at him, your tone getting lower. “Doing what you want is much easier than doing what you have to, actually,” you continued, leaving the emphasis on want. His pulse speed up once again and you couldn’t resist the temptation, saying, “I can show you some time if you want.”

“I definitely want,” he said and unintentionally licked his lips. You could feel how hooked he was already. You did a good job here.

“Hey, Nick! Would you introduce your friend to this gorgeous lady?” Some guy leaned on your pretty boy from the back and without wasting any time started to undress you with his eyes. You swallowed you roar and smiled at him, your eyes narrowed.

“The gorgeous lady would easily introduce herself without any help,” you assured that creep. “If she’d wanted to,” you added, hearing blood in his veins freeze from both your tone and the look in your eyes. You could smell his fear and confusion and almost felt right again. That was the feeling you used to plant in your father’s betas, and you couldn’t help but enjoy it now.

“You’re at my party, honey,” he found enough courage to tell you, “why don’t you try to be polite?”

You smirked and felt your eyes spark with animalistic fury. The guy let go of Nick’s shoulders and involuntary took a step back.

“The party is sick,” you mused in half-whisper, pretty sure he could still hear you.

He dropped some asscrack excuse to the people around and headed back to the house. Your smile grew wider as you understood that Nick didn’t even register his friend’s disappearing, too busy with admiring your hips. You found no guilt of his in that, such hips deserved all the admiring in the world.

You leaned closer and opened your mouth to whisper something promising to him, when a sudden rush of blood in your ears made you exhale. You knew the feeling, could sense the intense look right between your shoulder blades. You took a sip of your drink to mask your confusion and dropped a subtle look behind. You couldn’t really say if you saw him with your eyes or just felt standing there with your whole body. You didn’t even care, all your senses going mad at once and all the instincts screaming to run. The only problem was to understand should you have run away or to him.

He was tall, easily towering over people around. Dark hair and broad shoulders. Boredom and irritation sharing his beautiful face. His hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. His yellowish eyes on you.

You felt shivers creep up your spine again, as you drew your attention back to Nick. He leaned to you and whispered some half-drunk nonsense into your ear. You smiled, still feeling the burning of that other man’s look on your back.

Or should you have said, that wolve’s look. You could smell him now and with how thick and intense his scent was, you were startled you didn’t smell him earlier. You took another sip of your drink and tried to inhale Nick’s scent deeper to shake that wolf out of your head, but it didn’t work. You didn’t need to look back to see if he was still there, you kept feeling him. And that feeling was too scary for your liking. He was the first wolf you’ve met since you moved here. And even though you did hope for this town to be a wolf-free territory, you were mentally prepared to be proven wrong. But he was also the first wolf you’ve seen in months. And you were surprised to find how easily distracted you’ve got, how little it took to sneak up on you. And you used to be the best hunter in your pack, no one could take you by surprise.

But the worst news was he wasn’t just a wolf, but an alpha. You slightly changed your pose, your legs brought closer together, and felt the wetness between your thighs. Damn omega nature! You could say he was an alpha from the first glance at him. The look in his eyes, his mere posture, everything in him was screaming of power and status. You knew that image. You used to wear it yourself. But the way your body reacted on him left no doubts. He was a damn alpha. And his eyes were still at you.

Now, being more conscious, you felt the second wolf from afar. The guy came out of the house and headed straight to the alpha, two glasses in his hands. He passed you by without even looking at you. That gave you hope that after all these months of staying among people and not shifting into a wolf, you could actually pass off as a human. But the way that alpha looked at you left too many doubts.

Nick bent closer and you felt his lips on your neck. The kiss was soft, like he was asking for permission. But the second one, after you didn’t push him back, held more passion in it. You leaned into his soft body and let his right arm snake around your waist. You were here tonight with one aim only, and you did your best focusing on human’s lips on your neck and the rush of the blood in your ears, so you couldn’t hear anything else.

***

“What kept you so interested?” Ashton asked as he handed one of the glasses to Calum.

Cal took the glass and drank half of his gin in one go, his throat burning of that little omega’s scent. He looked at his friend and turned to the girl again, nodding in her direction. Ashton followed his look.

“Quite hot,” he stated a moment later, looking around the crowd for someone more of his type.

Calum slowly turned his head and stared at Ashton. “What do you mean, quite hot?” he asked with a low groan.

Ashton looked at the said girl, leaning into some dude, kissing her neck passionately. Ash scoffed, finding the scene rather disgusting. “I mean, it’s hard to say about her face, but she’s got a nice butt for a human. Not really your type, if we consider you having a type,” he giggled at this phrase. “Can be not easy to get her from that guy, he looks pretty serious sucking on her neck. But I believe in you, buddy.”

Calum shook his head in disbelief. “Are you pranking me or what?” But seeing Ashton looking back with a total loss written on his face, he added, “Can’t you smell?”

Ashton frowned and looked at the girl again, his nostrils widen a little as he tried to capture any scent his friend could find interesting enough. He huffed and looked back at Calum. “What exactly should I smell? Besides of that dude being horny as fuck?”

“She’s a wolf, Ash,” Calum stated after taking another drink out of his glass. “An omega one.”

“The hell she is!” mumbled Ashton, looking at her again. “Are you sure?” “Of fucking course, I’m sure,” Calum huffed. “Can’t get her smell off my mind.”

Ashton frown grew deeper. “But, Cal, I can’t smell anything. That’s...strange.”

Calum nodded, his eyes not leaving girls back, following every her movement, even the most subtle one.

“So, her smell is what makes you so interested?” Ashton asked a minute later with a smirk back on his face.

Calum shook his head again. “Not really,” he answered and huffed at how obvious his lie was. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious? A new wolf in this town,” he shrugged. “She’s not from my pack or yours. So what is she doing here?”

“Maybe she’s from one of those southern packs?” Ash suggested matter of factly.

“At a human party? In our town?” Calum quirked an eyebrow. “Highly doubtful. Guess, I’ll need to send my guys tomorrow to check who she is.”

Ashton snorted and looked at his friend with a smile. “Well, this here finally sounds like you,” he stated.

“The fuck…?” Calum looked back at him.

“And here was I standing in utter disbelief thinking that you’ve finally decided to give a chance to some pretty omega. Fortunately, the world’s order has been restored.”

“Fuck off, Ash,” mumbled Calum, finishing his drink. “I told you so many times, I’m not fucking interested. And I don’t really see you mating around,” he added in an undertone, looking suspiciously at a group of girls walking past them.

“Oh, I’ll mate the moment I find my omega. I’m just looking for her. But you aren’t even trying!”

Calum sighed to that, looking at the melting ice in his glass.

“Do we really need to have this conversation in the middle of a party?”

“Can’t see any reason why not,” Ashton shrugged. “You’ve got so many omegas at your pack ready to mate with you if only you wish. What’s the problem, Cal? Alpha needs a mate. Alpha needs an offspring. Your pack should see you care about their future.”

“First, no one can say I don’t care about my pack,” stated Calum with anger written on his face.

“ That’s not what I…”

But Calum didn’t give him a chance to finish, “Second, I just don’t like it, okay?”

“Don’t like what?” Ashton frowned, trying to understand what his friend was talking about.

Calum sighed again. “I don’t like how omegas are… obedient and always ready for my attention just because I’m an alpha,” he confessed.

Ashton tried really hard to suppress his laugh. “Aw, Cal, do you want them to love you for who you really are? How sweet!” he cooed at his friend.

“Fuck you, Ash! Seriously.”

“Come on, dude!” Ashton sighed and said, much more seriously this time. “This is how our world works. You can’t blame them for following their instincts. Especially when you’re so unsuccessful with suppressing yours.”

Calum just shook his head looking from his friend to where that unknown she-wolf was standing. She wasn’t there anymore and that somehow irritated him. Or was he angry because of Ashton not being able to drop that mating topic. He could tell so much to his friend, could spend the whole night explaining. Instead he decided to stand there, inhaling deeper that girl’s tailing away scent. It was a shame she left, thought Calum, walking inside the house to get another drink. And it was a shame she was just an omega.

***

You were spread on the cold sheets, darkness around filled with wonderful noises of two bodies caught up in lust. You were deliciously naked, one arm outstretched and holding on the sheet, another massaging your breast.

The way to Nick’s place was short and filled with heated kisses and half-swallowed moans. You felt the driver’s irritation, but with Nick’s big hand gripping on your hips and ass under your oh so short dress, you couldn’t care less. You didn’t remember how exactly you made it from the taxi to the elevator, though you remembered perfectly well ripping his shirt apart inside of it and sucking on his toned chest while his hand found its way to you panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed above you, your lips moving up his throat. You knew Nick wasn’t the reason of you dripping, but you wisely kept this information to yourself. After all it was Nick’s finger stroking along your wet folds right now. The clinking of the elevator made him stop and pull you into the hall. He managed to open his apartment’s door without detaching from your lips. And as you both got inside you wasted no time and pulled off your dress, Nick only whistled to your eagerness. But his reaction was muffled with his own moan as you grabbed on his hard member and gently pulled him closer, kissing him once again.

Nick’s hands found they way on your ass and you hissed into his mouth at his squeezing. You started unbuckling his belt, your hands shaking slightly with need.

The moment your back hit the wall he lifted you up, you had to let go of his pants and grab his shoulders not to lose balance. You lifted your legs and crossed them around his waist, his hands never leaving your hips and ass.

“Shit, baby, you’re so damn hot,” Nick whispered and bent a little to kiss your neck. You moved your hips forward, pressed them into his lower abdomen as hard as you could in search for some friction, your motion making him hiss. You knew you were boosting his ego a little too much, but the heat you felt inside didn’t let you any other choice. You needed to feel him there and you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Can’t wait, can you?” he was whispering between sucking kisses on your collar bones, you could feel his lips stretching in a smirk. “Wanna have my cock inside your little pussy? Want me to fuck you right against the wall?”

Your whole body shivered at his words, the prospect tempting for sure. He could feel your trembling too and thrusted his still clothed member into your pussy. You whined and managed to say, breathing heavily between words, “I want you tongue first.” Nick stopped assaulting your neck and looked you in the eyes, trying to get what you were talking about. “I want you to suck on my pussy and fuck me with your fingers first,” you leaned closer and whispered almost touching his lips with yours and looking him right in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face and then I wanna be fucked by your dick.”

“You’ve a dirty mouth,” Nick whispered back with an amused expression on his face, “is it as good at work as it is at talking?” “Please me and we’ll see,” you stated and pressed your lips to his again.

Nick pushed you both from the wall and moved to where you supposed his bedroom was. Couple moments later you were proved right as he dropped you on the bed. You liked the roughness of this move, the sudden fall stole the last air from your lungs, cold sheets a pleasant sensation against your heated body. Nick bent over you, pulling your panties down in one rushed move. You arched your back and your bra followed, leaving your body to his admiring.

“Damn, girl,” he whispered, kneeling between your spread legs and kissing on your belly. His hands back again on your hips, piercing you down to the bed. You inhaled at the felling of his hot breath on your skin, ran your hand through his soft hair and pushed down your body where you needed it the most. He chuckled softly at how persistent you were and gave in. The first lick against your dripping pussy left you moaning low. He spread your legs more, one of his hands helping him to open you up. Nick wasn’t the best you’ve had, but he was definitely pretty good. He pressed his tongue to your entrance, teasing a little, and then focused on sucking your clit, your legs were trembling uncontrollably. He smiled at the reaction, your clit carefully squeezed between his teeth. You swallowed a roar, whining through sealed lips, and pulled on his hair, loving the pain mixed with pleasure. He kept sucking on the little bundle of nerves, his fingers back on your pussy, stroking between your lips. You bucked your hips up, pressing your core to his face in a silent begging. Nick chuckled again. “You taste too sweet for such a dirty girl,” he said and licked his lips looking at you panting and dying to feel his fingers again. You groaned at his teasing. “Nick, please,” you moaned, dropping your head back on the pillows. This time he listened, his lips back on your clit. You felt one finger slide into you, the sensation so long anticipated, yet still not enough with how wet you were by now. You needed more and he was so slow in giving it to you. “Ah, more, please, need more,” you whined, pulling on his hair again. He didn’t need to be told twice, as he added another finger.

And then it happened. You closed your eyes, panting feverishly, sinking in the wonderful feeling, and that moment you saw him in your mind. Much broader shoulders pressing your thighs apart, plump lips on your core. You could swear you felt his dark bristlier curls between your fingers. You’ve never had it, never thought about another man being in a bed with one. But now you would happily give everything you’ve had to open your eyes and see that alpha from a party between you legs. You felt your walls clenching around two fingers at a mere idea. Your free hand clenched on your breast, imagination helping you to fantasize of a bigger hand massaging your tits.

“You feeling good, baby?” Nick’s raspy voice brought you back to reality, he felt your pussy trembling.

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you panted, eyes still closed. “Give me more. I’m close.”

He added the third finger, his frictions getting faster and harder, just as you wanted. You pulled gently at his hair, motioning him to get back to sucking on your pussy. You opened your eyes, your lips wide apart in a silent scream at the sensation. His eyes fixed on your face, satisfaction and lust in them. You blinked and your mind showed you a picture of much brighter eyes, glowing yellow in the dark. And that was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, falling back on the pillows, feeling Nick sucking on you through your orgasm. You closed your eyes shut knowing full well they were glowing they real bright blue color.

The bliss was great, yet too fast gone. And you couldn’t help the thought of much darker tone body in front of you, when Nick, god knows when managed to lose his pants, started lining his dick up to your entrance.

***

To say you’ve had the worst beginning of the week would be definitely an overreacting. You’ve seen worse weeks. Much worse. Yet this one proved to be a hard one and that was enough for you.

You’ve been working a lot, often staying late. Being a new person in the department required to learn a lot of new stuff, even though you weren’t new to the company. Being second to the head of the department at the same time required that learning to be done in a record time. And with the ongoing work it was safe to say your ass was on fire in the most unpleasant meaning.

Nick was also giving you problems with not getting any of your hints. The sex was good and you were really thankful for the night. Though after you left his apartment before the dawn, not sparing his resting body another glance, and ditched all his texts and calls the next two days, you thought he’d get the idea. But on Monday he brought you coffee and asked where you’d disappeared for the whole weekend. He obviously got offended with your lack of response and shoving him off saying you’ve had too much work to waste time on meaningless chatting. That didn’t stop him from sitting with you and couple other people at lunch and giving you puppy eyes. You tried to ignore him, hoping maybe that would give him a clue. As cute as he was, he was just a human. And even though you abandoned pack life long ago, you could never date a human, that much you knew.

And on top of it all you felt like you were going mad. You kept seeing him every time you closed your eyes. Not Nick, of course. The alpha. His yellow eyes were looking at you like from inside your soul. You couldn’t shake his scent out of your system either, always feeling him whenever you left the office or was just walking downtown in search for a good take away. You knew it was only your imagination, you couldn’t really smell him. You haven’t seen him since that party and it was almost impossible to cross paths with him again. The town was smaller than what you were used to, but it wasn’t that small after all. Your instincts were just playing with you, as they were toying with your senses every night, making it hard to go to sleep with all the right reactions to a man who wasn’t even with you at the moment. But every night you were hot and bothered and needy, knowing well no human would be able to satisfy that thirst. Damn omega hormones! This was one of the reasons you left your pack. It wasn’t the main one, god knows your father made it almost impossible for you to stay. But it still was the reason. You hated how your body reacted to every alpha who wasn’t your father or brother. And you hated how it was always happening against your will. Although you had to admit that level of reaction you had never experienced before.

So with the enormous amount of work, pouty coworker you probably shouldn’t have slept with after all and the lack of sleep thanks to your horny omega body, it was no surprise you were ready to kill on Wednesday night. You left your company building at almost midnight after rewriting the same report twice because of the other department workers stupid mistake. The road you left your car at was empty due to the late hour, though working street lamps and tree leaves soughing of a light wind made you feel more than just safe. Until that moment.

You dropped your keys on the ground. Of course you’d do something like that, you thought, rolling your eyes and bending down to pick them up. The wind grew stronger, and the very first blow of it brought the scent. You could have thought it was your imagination again, but it was so much stronger that before, so there could be no mistake. He was near. You almost jumped up, keys in your hand, and looked on your left, where the wind came from.

He was standing there, right in the middle of the road. Broad shoulders, head tilted a little back, true alpha posture. He was wearing simple black jeans and a black tee. His left arm covered in tattoos, tugged in a jeans pocket, and his right was holding a cigarette. He was just standing there looking at you with his bright yellow eyes, not bothering with hiding his true nature. You scanned the street with your wolf senses to make sure no people were there to see him. And immediately you felt the urge to hit your own head with something heavy. That damn alpha was standing there like a damn king of his damn kingdom and you were scanning the street in case nobody sees him? Not even starting with how he had to track you down like a dear on a hunt. A low roar bursted out of you. He narrowed his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette, the moving of his hand the only reaction. He wasn’t trying to come closer or say anything. Just looked at you. Like a true hunter watching his prey. You felt your whole body shiver with anger and fear. No wolf had the right to behave like that to you. He could have been a damn alpha, but you weren’t just some omega to fall to his feet at the mere look of his.

You pressed an alarm button, the car signal sounded like thunder in the silence of a moment, walked around the car and got in. You wasted no time with starting the car and driving away in the opposite direction. You could see him standing on the same spot and looking at you car, could decipit his smirk in a rare view mirror, as he was finishing his cigarette. You turned right and soon drove up a bigger street, rushing past each traffic light to get home.

You were not just angry, you were pissed. What right did he have to behave like this? If he thought you were violating his territory borders, he could have just let you know. Any beta of his could have done it, no need to spare precious alpha time. But what if he wasn’t a local pack’s alpha? A strange thought popped up in your mind. Could he be one of your father’s pure bloods? Could he be sent to find you?

You parked next to your apartment building and looked around before getting out of car. The street was empty, no people or wolves. You covered the distance between your car and the entrance much faster than your dignity would require. You could truly exhale only as you closed your apartment door behind your back. You locked the door, thinking how silly it was. If that alpha would really want to get past this door, no locks would be able to hold him.

But could he really be sent to find you? You crossed the living room and looked out of the window at the sleeping town. No, he couldn’t, you understood. You knew all your father’s wolves, you’d never forget the face like that. And he couldn’t be just a pure blood, he was a pack’s alpha. You knew one when you saw him. And if dragging you all the way back north was his agenda, why would he wait? No, the meeting at the party was accidental and there was no hidden meaning to that.

And yet, why was he waiting for you on the street? Why just stood there and looked?

You took off your shoes and jacket and fell into an armchair. You didn’t bother to turn on the lights when you entered the apartment, feeling more than just comfortable in the darkness. And the moon behind your window was still bright enough. The image of him boldly standing in the middle of a road wasn’t leaving your mind. You were so tired and so confused, emotions overloading you with a strange mixture of anger, anxiety and something else you weren’t ready to name.

You felt your whole body shudder. Adrenaline was leaving your system, but your breathing wasn’t calming down. You felt sweat cover your neck like the temperature rose. But the temperature was the same, you were pretty sure of it. You felt familiar pulling in your lower abdomen and choke on your breath. You couldn’t fucking believe it. The fucker was almost following you and it turned you the fuck on?! You groaned loudly and put your hands on your face. But as you closed your eyes, you saw him again, standing on that street and looking at you so intently. You couldn’t help your moan. You could lie to anyone, but never yourself. You were furious with him and yourself right now. But you wanted him, and that was the simple truth.

You pressed your legs together and felt wetness between them. You huffed and slipped out of your jeans, tagging on your panties too. Your shirt followed suit leaving you just in a camisole. You huffed again and moved your right hand down your stomach. It was crazy how sensitive you already were. You slid your middle finger gently between your folds, your left hand already under your camisole working on your tensed nipple. You closed your eyes and let your imagination do all the work for you.

You moved your fingers to your clit, wondering how good at this he might be. Those plump lips looked so promising, must be a sweet torture to be kissed by him. And imagining this lips kissing on your pussy was exactly what made your clit throb. You moaned, almost feeling his stubble brush against your thighs, and pushed one finger down your dripping hole. You were moving it carefully in and out, not to scratch on the walls with your nails. He wouldn’t have this problem, you thought. The image of him, taking a drag of his cigarette popped up in your memory once again. His fingers were so long and thick, like they were made for working a girl up.

You moaned again as you added one more finger, giving yourself a minute to adjust, your left hand restless on your tits. You started to move your fingers, getting a steady rhythm, picturing that alpha again the way he stood in front of you less than an hour ago. His left arm was covered in tattoos and so deliciously well-built, must be so good to have this arm work on your pussy. But to have his torso underneath you, that would be an experience. With this pictured in your mind, you moved and stood on your knees, your chest against the backrest. You lowered yourself back on two fingers and whined a little at the scratchy feeling. Your left hand was clenching on the armchair fabric, your forehead reated on the backrest. You started to move your hips up and down, imagining how you could ride him. Would he, the big bad alpha, let you ride him? Would he submit to an omega? Just picturing this drove you almost mad. The room was full of your quiet whines and moans and whispered curse words. You kept moving your hips up and down on your fingers, imagining his broad shoulders beneath you, his big hands on your breasts, his eyes on your face. Your breath got sporadic, you were so close, yet couldn’t reach the high.

You moved on your back again and put both legs on the armrests. Your right hand got back where it was a moment ago, while you lowered the left to your clit. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to work both hands in the same rhythm, but you were too far gone for that. The fingers inside your pussy were going as fast as you only could, the left hand drawing circles over your clit. Your legs were trembling and you kept gasping for air, as you were getting higher and higher. The picture of him smirking in your rear view mirror was the last thing you saw before crying out. You could swear the darkness was full of stars as yellow as his eyes. You fucked yourself all the way through your high and when you finally got back to earth you stroke your folds gently several more times.

You swore you’d never came so intense from your own fingers before. But one question was still bothering you. How would it be to actually fuck him?

***

Friday night in a bar could have been a great idea to have fun and make friends with some of your colleagues. Could have been, if you hadn’t been so distracted.

You haven’t seen that big bad alpha since that night. And you couldn’t stop calling him big bad alpha in your mind, which annoyed you to bits. But obviously your subconscious declared a war on you, and there was nothing you could do about that. You haven’t seen him, but you started bumping into wolves everywhere you went. Grocery shop, laundry, cinema parking lot. You’ve even seen one in your company, he was from some other department, you guessed. Most of them were betas, but at least seven were pure bloods. And that information left you uneasy. How big was the pack and how powerful was its leader to have more than three pure bloods under his command?

You frowned into your gin. You couldn’t help but question your moving here. It might be rather dangerous to live near the pack you weren’t a part of. Especially when you weren’t sure about their position on tolerating a lonely wolf around. You could have just transferred back. Of course, your hr would very much dislike it and it would probably look not very nice in your personal record, preventing you from moving up in your career for some time. But choosing between career and possibly your life? Your answer to that question was a little too fast.

You smiled to some nonsensical story about a new client Julia was telling. Didn’t even know what it was about, just everybody around laughed, so you followed their example, too deep in your thoughts to register your own actions.

Leaving was an obvious answer, you thought. But was it so necessary? You tried to remember all the encounters with wolves from the passed week. And what really surprised you, they never spared you another glance. You felt like some of them didn’t notice that you were a wolf at all. Not the purebloods, of course. They smelled you perfectly well and followed you with their eyes, but never said a word and never tried to act in any odd or dangerous way. Weren’t you a little overreacting? Maybe you should have just sat on your ass and let them get used to you? Maybe you’d never need to interact with them as they understood you weren’t dangerous to their pack or interested in becoming it’s part?

You huffed, looking at the melting ice in your empty glass. You glanced around in search for a bar counter and excused yourself. You felt him following you and your frown grew bigger. You didn’t need this talk at all, but especially right now. You had enough time to ask a bartender for a second round when he finally came up to you.

“You seem a little off tonight,” he said, stroking your forearm gently.

You moved a little to look at him while talking and also to get your arm out of his reach. “The week was difficult, Nick.”

“Yeah, i guess,” he muttered as the bartender put a glass in front of you. Nick made a move to reach for his wallet, but you already paid. You saw his frown while taking a drink and suddenly felt irritated. Who did he think he was?

“Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you,” he started and you had to suppress your groan. “I don’t know what I did wrong, I actually thought that night was great. And I’m sorry if I did something out of line, but I just…” he stumbled, and it was a perfect opportunity to stop him here and now. Yet you decided to let them speak. It was always easier that way. If they say it all at the beginning, they’ll argue less with what you could answer with. “I just really like you,” Nick found his courage to continue, “and I’d like to take you on a date. What do you say?”

You sighed, looking him right in the eye.

“I’d say, thank you, but no. I’m sorry, Nick. There’s nothing you’ve done wrong, the night was great. But it was just one night. I thought we were on the same page about this.” You saw his face sink, but didn’t feel anything. He was cute for a human. But dating him? There was no second thinking to that. “I’m not looking for anything serious right now.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Nick nodded, avoiding looking you in the eye. “Sorry to bother,” he dropped and, still not looking at you, went back to where your colleagues were seated.

You shook your head. Going back there seemed like the worst idea now. Maybe you should just stick to the bar counter for some time?

“Not looking for anything serious, huh?”

You felt your blood froze and your knees go weak at the sound of that voice. It was so low yet so powerful, and somehow you felt like you knew it. You could swear you’d never heard it before, but you knew it. His smell enveloped you, making you question how you didn’t feel him earlier. You took another sip of your gin, more to give yourself a second to calm down than because you really wanted it, and turned around.

“Well, I’d say it’s wise if we talk about humans,” he continued, looking in Nick’s direction.

He leaned on the bar counter, the same black jeans and leather jacket, some band tee underneath. A subtle smell of cigarettes, short stubble. You made yourself breath in a steady rhythm and met his eyes, dark brown now, without a trace of yellow glow. He was just looking at you, confidently and with a ghost of a smirk on his plump lips. You were looking back, giving nothing away. He was obviously waiting for some reaction and he was getting none.

He chuckled, “Too much sass for a little omega.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “I am not your omega,” you stated looking him right in the eye, “so it’s not very polite of you to point out my nature.”

He shrugged to that and took a sip of his drink, his eyes not leaving your face.

“So what now,” you asked getting a little bored, “you’re gonna ask me dull questions like what’s my name or where I’m from?”

He chuckled again. “I’ve got enough betas for that. Know everything about you.”

“Everything?” you narrowed your eyes at this bold statement. And he accused you of having too much sass!

“Including how many times you screwed that human,” he nodded.

“Should I be flattered?” you mused, feeling the anger rise inside once again at how arrogant he was in getting into your business. He slightly frowned at your question, not fully understanding where it came from. “Well, a big bad alpha’s interested in who I screw,” you explained with a sigh.

He smirked again and again said nothing. Which pissed you off even more. You weren’t looking for this meeting, he came up to you. He could just say what he wanted and you’d be done with it.

“If your betas have done all the dirty work, why are you here now?” you asked, ready to finish this conversation and flattering yourself with an idea that you’d be able to do it.

He scoffed and looked again at where you colleagues were. You knew Nick probably watched the two of you. You had also no idea why it bothered the alpha.

“Come on,” he said turning back to you and moving closer. Not much, half a step, but enough for you to notice. “You know who I am. I know who you are. And we both know you aren’t looking for anything serious,” he mused, his voice somehow lower and deeper. “How about not wasting time on pointless conversations?”

You almost choked on your breath. All this following you and sending betas to track you down just to fuck you? You wanted to push him away, to tell him to go fuck himself. You wanted just to turn over and leave. Instead you kept standing where he wanted you, pinned down by the power in his eyes. You were so angry at yourself, and only more so, as you felt the knot tie inside your belly. You knew the feeling, you wanted him more than you ever wanted anything in your life.

“And what gives you an impression that I’ll agree?” you asked, still not ready to give in.

“Because I know something else, what no beta could tell me,” he said smiling at you hungrily and bending down to your ear. “That every time you’ve been cuming around your fingers this week, you were thinking about me.”

And you couldn’t hold it anymore. You gasped at how bold, yet how true his words were. You inhaled his scent, his flesh so close to you, you could feel the heat coming of him. Your mind got dizzy with his smell and your legs started to tremble. You lost your concentration for a moment, but that was enough for him, as he bent a little lower and kissed you.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever been kissed like this. He didn’t hesitate at your lips opening them and filling your mouth with his tongue. His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your arms flew to his biceps, merely to prevent you from falling. He was sucking and biting on you lower lip and then pushing your tongue with his again. You felt your lungs burn, asking for air, but kept your lips on his like your life dependent on it. Because at this moment you were absolutely sure, your life did depend on him.

He stopped kissing you as unexpectedly as started, just letting go of you and smirking at your startled expression. He offered you his hand and looked at you with a question in his much brighter now eyes. You hated yourself for what you were doing. But you couldn’t help it. You took his hand and let him pull you out of that bar.

The air outside was chilly enough for your heated skin. Alpha pulled you down the road to the black Range Rover parked further. You thought he was about to open the car door for you, instead he pressed you to the car and attached his lips to yours once again. This kiss was slower and much more sensual, but his hands on your waist as firm as before. You felt his knee push between your thighs and moved them apart, feeling your skirt roll higher. He pushed his body more into your frame and you sank down a little to feel his thigh under your core. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling, grinding in pursuit of friction. You felt his smile with your lips.

“What is it, omega? Wanna ride my thigh?” he mocked you.

You opened your eyes and looked boldly at him. “Wanna ride your face.”

He only laughed to that, then opened the passenger’s door and shoved you inside. You watched him close your door and walk round the car to his side. You had no idea why you did that, a strange impulse making you act so shamelessly. You arched your back and pushed down you panties, crumpled them and pushed down his glove box. You had a mere second to close it as his door opened and he got inside the car, watching with a smirk as you were wiggling on the cold leather seat.

“Eager much?” he asked.

But you just smiled with your wicked smile as you lifted your body and kissed him with all the lust you had inside. You felt his amusement, his fleeting hesitation. A strange idea emerged in your mind. Was he enjoying your resistance and sass?

“Wanna have that thigh riding session in a backseat?” he asked.

You shook your head and licked your lips. “I’m not fucking you in your car.” With that you took his hand with a car key in it and motioned to the keyhole. You pushed his hand to insert the key and turned it to start the car. The whole movement somehow turning you both on more than it should have. “Drive,” you whispered into his lips before leaning back in your seat.

He didn’t answer. Just rushed his car out of the parking lot and down the street. His eyes were on the road, but all his senses were set on you. It felt like he was touching you without actually touching you. You felt your breath break and at the first traffic light he stopped you grabbed his neck and moved him closer, kissing him deep. His lips were exactly what you imagined them to be, soft, but still rough and greedy. You heard car horns behind, signaling you that it was green again, and laughed shamelessly as he cursed, setting the car in motion again.

But you weren’t in a mood to stop. You moved up on your knees and pressed your lips to his toned neck, your right hand sliding down on his prominent crotch. You started sucking on his skin and palming his dick through his jeans in the same rhythms. He hissed, “Stop or I’ll take you in the car no matter what you say,” he almost roared, his voice echoing in your insides. You smiled to his threat, “Come on, alpha, I’m sure you’ve got some stamina.” Your giggles died out to the sound of his low roar, your hand involuntary squeezed harder on his dick, making him hiss. You knew your eyes were turning blue and soon would glow. God, how could you forget, how much hotter was sex with an actual wolf?

At the next traffic lights he abruptly grabbed on your jaw and moved your head up so he could suck on your neck. You whole body shivered at the feeling of his teeth bite on the sensitive skin and then his tongue lick on the same spot. You started sinking in the feeling and the next moment he just stopped, practically dropping your head. You almost lost your balance, while the fucker continued driving, both his hands on the steering wheel.

You quirked your eyebrow. Was he trying to point out your place? He had no idea who was he messing with, you thought as your right hand slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. You shoved down his boxers (black again, did that man wore any other color?) and took his dick in your hand. You had to hold back your moan at the look of it. Long, with prominent veins and drops of precum on the head, it fit so perfectly in your hand. You turned your eyes back to his face in search for the reaction and started pumping him. You’d never been so turned on by a simple hand job on somebody’s dick before, but the next moan breaking out of you, you didn’t hold back. You wanted him to hear, wanted him to know how much you were enjoying his dick in your hand.

The next you couldn't predict, though. The car slowed down again and he looked you in the eyes, hip pupils dark yellow now and glowing. He didn’t say a word, yet you felt his command. That had never happened to you before, even your father had to use his words, so unsubmissive you were. The wolf inside of you had never obeyed to anyone. Until that moment, when under his look you lowered your head and licked on his dick. You huffed at realisation of the power he had over you, as you lowered your hand to lightly scratch his balls, while your tongue was dancing around his dick head.

“Either suck my dick or sit up and keep your hands to yourself,” he said, you heard irritation in his voice. It left you satisfied. You did submit, but at least you got him a little. You grabbed his dick at the bottom and pushed him all the way up your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You heard him hissing and started moving you head, making sure he reaches the back of your throat every time. You guessed you reached another traffic light, as the car stopped and his hand dropped on your head to set you in a faster pace. Soon you felt him stroke your hair, the car wasn’t moving. You slowed down and felt him pulling your head up.

“I thought you said you aren’t fucking me in the car,” he reminded with the same smirk.

“Not my fault you’re taking so long,” you whispered back, your lips must have glittered with your spit.

He just smiled wider and kissed you again, rushed, but deep. “Get out,” he dropped as he finished the kiss. You fixed your skirt and climbed out from the car, glancing at his frown as he tried to put his, must be painfully hard, dick back into his jeans. You smirked and walked in front of the car to get a look of his house. It wasn’t too big, yet pretty spacious for a lonely alpha. Garage for two cars, terrace at the back. You heard a car door open and shut behind you and then a hand grabbed on your arm, pulling you to the entrance.

He didn’t waste any time pushing you to the wall and pressing his lips to yours. What was it with the men pressing you to the walls, you though. The lights were off, none of you really needing them. His hand went all the way down from your jaw, paying particular attention to your breasts, to the hem of your skirt. He didn’t bother with the zipper, just rolled it up to your waist. And hissed at the feeling of absolutely bare skin of your hips.

“Where did you lose your panties?” he hummed with amusement. He knew you had them at the bar, he felt them when you were grinding on his thigh next to his car.

“Somewhere along the way,” you smirked.

“Aren’t you a dirty little slut, my omega?” he mused and pressed his fingers to your clit. He watched closely at your reactions, your open mouth with broken breath and darkening eyes. He started rubbing circles, using one finger to slide through your folds. You couldn’t bear that slow torture and you bucked your hips up. He just chuckled and without a warning inserted a finger inside you. You whimpered and bent forward, your head rested against his shoulder. His fingers were so much better at it than yours. In no time you felt his second finger and that was it for you. You leaned all your weight at him, your legs shaking too much to hold you up. Every thrust of his fingers drawing a hiss out of you.

You found yourself so close to the edge with his two fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit. You thrust your hips into his hand to get his fingers deeper, where the desire was burning your insides up. He only chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you. You didn’t even try to protest, knowing full well you were in his power now. He threw you over his shoulder, his right hand on your ass, fingers wet with your juices, stroking and squeezing. You didn’t try to get a glimpse of the house, focusing fully on his hand and the anticipation inside of you. You took it he went up the stairs and then inside his bedroom, apparently, as a minute later he laid you down on the bed. He was surprisingly careful, holding your neck and lowering your head not to hurt you. You frowned at this, not sure where it came from. But the next moment he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his tee off and you forgot everything. His chest was a perfect combination of toned muscles and soft lines, with tattoos on his collarbones. You bit on your lip, wondering if you’d be able to see that chest below you.

He clasped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge, kneeled down and froze for a moment, just enjoying the view of your dripping pussy. “Do you have any idea how deliciously you smell?” he asked all of a sudden. You looked down at him, but he was still watching your pussy. “Best fucking scent in the world,” he added so quietly, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly, and bent to your core.

You thought you’d die that very moment. How one could feel such bliss and still survive? His tongue was all over you, licking your folds flat and slamming inside right after that. His lips so soft around your clit and so demanding. You lost the moment when your moans turned into cries, maybe it happened when he pushed his fingers back inside you, or maybe when he started curling them inside, making you arch your back and pull on his hair. You were right at the edge when he demanded you look at him. You had to gather all your will, to lift your head up and open your eyes. His lips were glistening and his eyes glowing bright yellow. You saw surprise in them at the color of yours. You smirked, that was the only thing you had strength for before he started sucking on your clit again.

You came like this, looking right at him. Your toes curled and thighs press to his face. You couldn’t help it, you had no control over your body anymore. It felt like it was acting on his command and pure instincts now. You felt him pulling your thighs apart to stand up and realised you eyes were closed again. You looked up to see him pushing down his jeans and boxers.

“Your eyes are blue,” he said. You heard a question in his words. You knew it was rare for your kind, more natural for a pup than a grown up wolf.

“They’ve never changed their color,” you shrugged. There wasn’t much to say about it for you. You felt odd about it when you were little, but then got used to it. It wasn’t your only peculiarity.

You rolled on your side to get an access to your skirt zipper and felt his hands on your hips again. He dragged your skirt down your legs and took your hand to help you sit up. He put his knee down between your legs and bent to kiss you, gently this time. You felt your taste on his lips, a little salty and tart. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking you right in the eye. He freed you off your shirt and bra, and tried to lay you down. You knew what he was doing, but you had a better plan.

“Let me,” you asked, pushing on his chest. He stopped for a moment, not getting what you wanted. But then he saw you standing up, got the idea and fell on his back. “You don’t have to,” he muttered, and you understood that he actually didn’t get the idea. You smirked, thinking how predictable it was, and threw your leg over his waist. You saw amusement in his eyes as you straddled him and took his dick in your hand to line him up.

“So you do wanna ride me,” he chuckled.

You left it without response, too busy sinking down on him. It was too much, he was too much. Too long, too thick, filling you as nobody could feel you. You closed your eyes, your nails digging into the soft skin over his ribs. You heard him groan at the feeling, cursing at how tight you were. You knew you had to take it slow. And so you did. You moved your hips up and sank once again, feeling him going deeper. His hands grabbed on your wrists and almost crushed them. You started rocking in a steady rhythm, his hands move to your waist to help you grind on him.

You felt his gaze on your breasts, them jumping up a little with your every move. He couldn’t just lay like this for long, you knew you were lucky enough to just get on top of him. He pushed himself up and lowered his head, kissing on your neck. You leaned back to give him better access and put your hands on his thighs for the balance. He started sinking his way down your throat to your chest, until he reached your left breast. You lost your rhythm for a moment at the feeling of his lips on your nipple. Your hands flew to his shoulders, his right arm snake around you to keep you up. You started move again and he started to assault your right nipple with his fingers. Your moans got louder again, your moves got sloppy. You felt your high build up and started losing it. He felt it to, letting go of your nipples and pulling your body to his chest. He started thrusting his hips up in you as fast as it was only possible in this position until he felt your teeth sink in his shoulder and your walls clench around his dick. The very moment he pressed your hips to his not letting you move at all. You were whining into his skin, your whole body one big bundle of nerves. Your skin literally burn where he was touching it. You probably lost your senses for a moment or two, as you were positive you opened your eyes, yet you still couldn’t see anything.

“You alright?” he whispered in your ear, you felt like even his breath was burning your skin.

“Yeah, I-” you couldn’t finish. Was there even a word for this? You more felt rather than heard his laugh, his chest shaking so nicely against yours.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked. You felt him still inside of you, hard as ever. He didn’t cum yet.

“Yes, just, not like that,” you could only hope he’d get what you were saying, unable to produce a better answer. You felt his laugh again, and then his “I got you, baby,” as he lifted you up from him and laid you on the bed again, this time on your stomach.

You frowned a little. You couldn’t take another one on your hands and knees for the dear life, your limbs too shaky and weak. You had no time to protest though, as he lifted your ass, making you tuck your knees, and sank into you again. You almost cried at the stretching, different angle making it even more intense. You felt him bend over you, his left arm picking you and lifting you up. He pulled you closer to the headboard, putting his right hand on it for the balance. He leaned you both a little forward for a better position and started moving. You lost your voice in no time. He was going on you at the highest speed, thrusting his hips into you with loud thumps. His left hand was squeezing on your breast, his head rest on your shoulder. You felt his roar burst out from his chest as he was chasing his own release. He dropped his hand to your clit, you had to lean over the headrest at the loss of support.

“Baby talk to me,” he demanded, you gather all the will you had to hear him, “can I cum inside?”

“Yes, fuck, please, yes,” you moaned as his fingers got faster on your clit. You wanted it so much, you both were so fucking close.

He came first with a long low roar. The best sound you’d heard in your entire life. His roar was probably what set you off for the third time this night. He dropped his head on you shoulder again, growling at the feel of your walls clenching around his dick, milking him to the last.

You whimpered as he sank out of you, feeling like you lost much more than just the contact. He picked you up again, making you wonder how he had strength for anything after that, and lowered you both on your sides, pulling covers over you. The last things you felt before falling into darkness were his arms pressing you into his chest and his lips leaving kisses in your hair.

***

The morning was gloomy, sun not risen yet over the horizon. You were sneaking around his bedroom in the gray light picking up your clothes of the floor. You didn’t worry about waking him up. The hardest part was getting out off his clench. When you were free and he didn’t even stir, you knew he was sleeping deep enough for you to leave without trouble. You put on your clothes and grabbed your shoes and turned to look at him one more time.

You could see your bite on his shoulder and smiled. You suddenly realised you didn’t get to know his name last night. And somehow you felt it was right. You were pretty sure that was the last time you saw him so close. And it was okay if he’d stay just a big bad alpha for you. That was exactly how you wanted to remember him.

Taglist: @myloverboyash, @paqueretteash, @bringmethehorizonandpizza

Also tagging some mutuals (IF YOU DON’T WANNA BE TAGGED JUST LMK): @calpops, @i-calumhood, @rip-lukes-balsamic, @angelbabylu, @5saucewho, @singt0mecalum, @5sex-of-summa, @gorgeouslygrace, @reallycalum

851 notes · View notes

softforimjaebum · 7 years

Text

moon like you | oneshot.

Im Jaebum x OFC

Word Count: 7.6k

Genre: Fluff (seriously, it’s so fluffy and cliched and cheesy)

Author’s Note: I feel like I went overboard with this, but this oneshot was basically written in the week Jaebum was in the jungle and my heart was extra soft for him. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

original moodboard

This is the last place Jaebum wanted to be in.

Yes, he had said sex dance when he wanted to say sexy dance. But in his defence, he was really tired, running on 2 hours of sleep. And he had apologised profusely for slip up. But his company was not having any of it. They mandated English lessons for him once again, and he hated it.

He knew it wasn’t just his tiredness that had caused it though. In reality it was a combination of that, and the fact that he never felt confident to speak these English words. Or just the language in general. He had taken lessons, just as everyone else had, when they were rookies. But as soon as he could speak the absolute minimum english that could get him through concerts and ordering food in other countries, he had quit learning.

Working on his English meant also working on his self-confidence, and he hated doing that. But that wasn’t the main reason he hated sitting here. It was because of her. She were going to be teaching him. Everyone called her Ren.

And Jaebum had the biggest crush on Ren. She was a small girl with a round, full face and scattered tattoos on her honey-like skin. He had always wanted to know the meaning behind them, Jackson had once mentioned how all of them had their own little stories, and he wanted to hear them from her but whenever she was around, Jaebum was a mumbling mess. He had learned early on to keep his mouth shut in front of her. She made him so nervous that he felt like a 14 year old trying to talk to his first crush.

Now he was being asked-no, forced-to make a fool of himself in front of her. It was not as if her very presence didn’t make him a nervous mess, but now he would be speaking English in front of her. This was the reason he had never taken English lessons again.

Thinking back, Jaebum still remembered the first time he saw Ren in his English lessons. She had been sitting in a corner, quiet and unmoving, focused on the person teaching them. When she looked down to scribble down her notes, her long black hair cascaded down covering her face from his gaze. He still remembered her real name, but she seemed to dislike it, so he never told anyone, neither the ones who wondered it out loud in front of him nor the ones who directly asked him.

He couldn’t pay attention that whole class. God knows what he had missed out on that day, he couldn't have asked the rest of the boys for help because they would want to know why he hadn’t payed attention and he didn’t want to tell anyone else that just Ren’s presence had done that to him.

Soon after their basic English lessons were over, they found that Mr. Hyun had retired and that she would be taking over for him. Everyone had taken lessons from her, including the new trainees, the existing idols, everyone except for Jaebum. She had an excellent reputation for being really fun to learn with. Youngjae had taken extra lessons with her before he had gone to New York. Jackson was friends with her, even Jinyoung had gushed about her. It made everything all that much worse for Jaebum, because they could all experience this amazing girl and he sat in the sidelines, and it was all his own doings.

Jaebum was drawn out of his thoughts when Ren entered the room followed by a girl who didn’t look all that much younger than her. Ren always smelled of lavender, and he could never understand how a girl whose nickname meant lotus smelled so much like a whole different flower. She looked a lot different now than she had when he first saw her. Her long black hair was now cut into a short inverted bob. He missed seeing her long hair, not that he didn’t find her equally adorable in this hair. She dressed a lot different too. When she had first started working with the company, she always wore full sleeves, covering her tattoos from prying eyes, but as time had passed she had learnt to not care.

He greeted the both of them; Ren was casual in her response, the other girl was visibly nervous.

“She will be here just for today, she’s going to be helping me out with these lessons soon so she wanted to see how its all done. I hope you don’t mind” Ren said to him.

Jaebum shook his head no, his words failing him. He knew he could’ve spoken in Korean but his throat was dry. Suddenly he couldn’t language anymore. He grabbed the water bottle in front of him, trying to help his dry throat as she got set up.

“So, sex dance huh?” she teased, smiling at him as she sat down in the chair across the table from him.

“Ah… you heard” Jaebum said. He could feel his cheeks burning at her words.

You idiot, of course she heard, everyone in the company heard about it.

Ren could tell he was flustered, so she let out a small laugh and waved her hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it so much, Jaebum. I can’t begin to tell you the sort of slip-ups I have when I speak in Korean. Besides, you sounded so tired that day, I’m sure that didn’t help”

“Still embarrassing” he confessed.

She smiled at him, “It’s okay, it was kinda cute”

Her phone rang, and she excused herself from him, turning around to pick up the phone. Jaebum sat there, wide-eyed, had Ren just called him cute? His heart was beating in his chest so loudly he was surprised no one else in the room heard it.

No, no, she must’ve meant that his fumbling was cute.

But even still, Jaebum could feel himself getting more and more flustered.

“Well, you know the rules. We’ll try speaking in english as much as possible. If there is a word that you aren't sure how to say, you can ask me and I’ll help you out” you said when you turned back around to face him after attending the call.

“Yes” Jaebum spoke out, his voice shaky.

Get yourself together, get yourself together; he kept chanting it to himself in his head. It wasn’t helping.

Half an hour into the lesson, a overly cheerful Jackson burst into the room, telling them about how his niece had recognised him over FaceTime. Jaebum was less than enthusiastic about this, but Ren found it extremely adorable. Everyone in the company knew that Jackson was putty in his niece’s little palms. She giggled at Jackson, asking him to tell her more, and Jaebum found himself automatically smiling. He could swear her laugh was the cutest thing he had ever heard.

When Jackson left, she were still smiling.

“He’s something special isn’t he?” she said turning back to Jaebum.

He couldn’t deny it, Jackson was a pretty special guy. Jaebum truly considered people who didn’t know Jackson as well as he did to be missing out in life. Jackson wasn’t just the person who could cheer him up on a gloomy day, but also someone he could trust with his life. And that was a difficult trait to find in people in his field of work. But in that moment, Jaebum’s heart sunk. What if she had feelings for Jackson?

He could very well not expect her to feel anything for him, because Jaebum hadn’t ever given her anything to like about him, but Jackson? He was such good friends with her, she knew so much more about him than she did about Jaebum. It worried him.

“He really is” Jaebum said, despite his feelings. He couldn’t refuse the truth now, could he?

In the half an hour that followed, she was the one doing more of the speaking than him and boy, was he glad. She told him they would go over whatever grammar he had previously done, basic verbs and such, initially and then they could move into the more complicated parts.

“Listen, I think it would be a really good idea for you to actually talk a little more in English. You’re obviously not entirely comfortable with it and the best way to get comfortable is to speak, despite what you may feel” Ren said once their lesson was officially over.

“I could try speaking English…to Mark?” he suggested.

“If you can get Mark to actually hold a conversation, then of course. If not, you know where to find me, even if it isn’t duration your lessons” Ren suggested back.

He couldn’t believe his ears for a second. Had Ren suggested they hang out outside of their lesson timings?

She is only trying to help, stop letting your mind run wild.

“Okay, thank you” Jaebum fumbled with his words again, thanking his lucky stars he didn’t say anything stupid this time.

Three weeks, and a handful of lessons later, Jaebum’s english had improved drastically, much to his own surprise. He hadn’t expected to get this comfortable with a language that always put him in an awkward place. The only problem, at this point, was that Jaebum itched to know more Ren.

He wanted to get to know how she got the scar on the inside of her wrist and the stories behind her tattoos. He wanted to know how she liked her coffee and what she did on weekends. He wanted to know what scared her and what she thought the meaning of life was. But he couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Even if he took her up on the offer of practising more English with her, its not as if he could just stroll up to her and ask her these deep, existential questions.

He decided to ask Ren if she wanted to get coffee with him anyway. He couldn’t keep acting like a teenager.

He found her sitting in her cozy office on the 1st floor, sipping on what Jaebum could only guess to be tea. Ren’s love for tea was known across the company office, and Jackson always brought home tea that Ren gave him, knowing his obsession with such things. But her love for coffee was equally well known. There was a running joke that Ren needed her caffeine more than she needed her oxygen.

Knocking on the door, he drew her away from the laptop in front of her. She looked up at him, her face lighting up when she saw him in the doorway.

“Jaebum” she smiled. “Hi”

He loved how his name rolled off her tongue, just hearing her call out to him made his heart flutter.

“Hi” Jaebum said, smiling shyly.

“Come, take a seat” she pointed to the one if front of her desk.

“I couldn’t get Mark to hold a conversation today” Jaebum said, knowing it was a lie. He hadn’t event tried talking to Mark today, but he wasn’t sure how else to begin their conversation.

Ren laughed, and Jaebum could feel his nervousness melt away. He’d made her laugh. His stomach erupted with butterflies at that thought.

“How have you been making him talk to you otherwise?” Ren questioned, curious about Jaebum’s secret.

“Its usually one word answers but at least I can speak in English” Jaebum confessed sheepishly, and Ren smiled at him.

“So you finally took up my offer huh? As a last resort?”

She was teasing him, it was so evident in her voice. Jaebum shook his head at her, still smiling.

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” he asked abruptly, slightly nervous wondering about her response.

“I’d love to…” she trailed off. “But I really need to finish up this report”

Jaebum felt his heart sink just a little, but he knew her work was important.

“Oh…okay. Then, I will see you tomorrow for the lesson?” he said, moving to get out of the chair he was sitting in without waiting for her reply.

“I didn’t say no, Jaebum. But how about you give me half an hour to finish this up, and then we can get coffee?” Ren suggested, and Jaebum’s eyes lit up at her response.

Ren could see it happening, how his demeanour changed from being a little defeated to his entire body lighting up. It was adorable to her. But then again, most of what Im Jaebum ever did, Ren found extremely cute. To say that she hadn't been harbouring a little crush on him ever since she had joined the company would be a lie. But he never came for any lessons, which made it awkward for her to talk to him.

She couldn’t just walk up to him and chat with him now could she? But here he was. Asking her out for coffee, her heart beating fast.

“Okay, I’ll wait at the coffee place nearby?”

“Okay”

Jaebum spent a while in the company office, going around to see how some of the trainees were doing, then made his way out of the office as discreetly as he could. He walked to the coffee place, a couple of fans following him, clicking photos and he was glad that the coffee shop had a strict policy about the privacy of those who came to drink coffee there since a lot of JYP idols and employees went there daily for their coffees.

He waited patiently, taking a seat in one of the discreet corners. Minutes passed, and Jaebum grew just a little nervous. She would be here any second, and he still didn’t know what he would talk about.

A couple of minutes later, a wild Ren was standing in the doorway of the coffee shop, looking around for Jaebum. When he saw her looking, he waived a hand at her, and Ren was quick to walk to him.

“I’m so sorry” she said. “I really had to finish that report and it look a little longer than I expected”

Jaebum hadn’t really noticed the time, he’d been too worried to notice that Ren was late.

“I didn’t realise you were late” he simply said, his mind already finding it hard to concentrate on the english he was speaking.

“Really? I’m like 15 minutes late. I’m so sorry” she said, wondering how he hadn’t noticed. Or maybe it was just her, she had a tendency to be punctual and being late didn’t come naturally to her. So it was odd when people didn't notice.

“You don’t have to apologise” Jaebum said.

“I hate being late though, so I’ll treat you to coffee today”

“Ah, no you don’t have to-”

“I do, or I will drive myself crazy for being late” she told him. It was the truth. She knew she was late, and therefore felt a need to compensate for it somehow.

After they ordered their coffee, and Ren paid for it, they were back to their table, waiting for their order.

“You’re…really difficult on yourself” Jaebum said, unsure of his vocabulary. “Is that the right phrase?” he questioned.

“Uh, its a little more natural to say you’re really hard on yourself…but difficult isn’t bad either” she said. “And yes…I’ve been told that a lot”

Ren started talking about this one pudgy cat that she saw sitting outside her apartment in the morning, and just like that, all anxiety disappeared from within Jaebum. He talked to her about his own cats, releasing soon that she was as enthusiastic about pets as he was.

“You know, I’ve loved pets since I was a little girl, but I was never allowed to have any growing up” Ren confessed, her demeanour changing suddenly. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, choosing to instead look down at her hands tracing the rim of her cup.

“Why?” Jaebum asked, unable to help himself. He didn’t want to push her, but his curiosity got the best of him.

She looked up at him, seeing his eyes wide with slightly shock and curiosity, and flashed him a small smile.

“Ah…my mother wasn’t a pet person. I grew up surrounded by puppies in my grandma’s house but, then I grew up, and we moved away. But we would go back often, so it was okay. And then I grew up even more, and going back to our hometown became rarer. But no matter what, my mother just refused to let me get a pet of my own”

Jaebum nodded, understanding. Ren told him about how it felt unfair to her as a child, but as she grew older she could see why. Not much unlike Jaebum, she grew up in a city that wasn’t where her extended family lived, with only her mom and dad. She was a single child like him. And while it got lonely sometimes, having a pet wasn’t an option while living in apartments. His own situation hadn’t been too different, and he’d told her as such.

“Well, you can share my cats if you like” Jaebum said, not really thinking about his words. But as soon as they left his mouth, he cursed himself. How could he have been so forward, so reckless?

But he was surprised to find Ren smiling at him.

“Don’t mind if I take you up on that offer”

And that is how Ren had ended up in his dorm room a couple of weeks later, on a fairly slow day at the office. Jaebum felt special, she hadn’t even come to their dorms with Jackson in all these years even when they were such good friends. But she came with him, albeit for his cats.

Nora had automatically taken a liking to her, much like Jaebum remembered having done. Jaebum looked her from his bed, sitting on the floor with Nora in her lap, while he cuddled with Kunta. There was no one else but them at the dorm, the boys had all gone out for lunch after their practice ended. Jaebum could imagine his future so easily, spending lazy afternoons with her like this. He knew he was letting his thoughts run wild, but it felt so natural to him.

Ren suddenly looked at him, catching him staring her; making heart eyes at her, if he was being honest.

She smiled, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. You uh..want to get some lunch?”

“I am hungry but I don’t wanna leave the cats”

Jaebum laughed, “You really are needy for pets aren’t you?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he reached for his phone to order takeout.

That is how their friendship blossomed; with cat memes and constant takeout orders. Ren’s apartment had become a second home to Jaebum, he would find himself automatically walking towards her apartment whenever things got too much handle or when he had a particularly difficult time finding a place to sit and write lyrics. She gave him the passcode to her apartment, and many evenings Ren would return to her apartment with the food already going and Jaebum sitting on the kitchen counter surrounded by scattered papers.

Jaebum’s dorm became a safe space for Ren too; she would show up on his doorstep in her pyjamas, hair a mess and face swollen from crying in the wee hours when she was too anxious or too sad to sleep. Jaebum would let her in, no questions asked. She would work, or cuddle with the cats, and Jaebum would go to sleep besides her. Some nights she would sleep over in what used to Jackson’s room if sleep ever came, otherwise she would sit up in his room until daybreak.

Ren loved reading him poetry that she found in the vague corners of the internet and old book stores and Jaebum loved cooking for her, even going as far as learning to cook new things so she didn’t get bored of the same food.

His feelings for her only increased the deeper their friendship became, but he was too afraid of losing her to even try to tell her about how he felt. She wasn’t like the oxygen Jaebum needed to survive; because he could survive just fine without her. She was like coffee; she made waking up every morning facing life a much easier task. Ren helped him let loose, to let go of the strings he had been holding onto so tightly that he was hurting himself without realising.

This morning, Ren was still in bed. She had the day off, but she had had a bad night so as usual she’d shown up on his doorstep. Jaebum made coffee, wondering if he should actually wake her up before heading out to the studio. He had a day off in a long time, but he had been working on more songs for his solo work in any free time he got and today would be the same.

He made them both breakfast, keeping hers in the fridge before sitting down to eat his own. When he was done, he quickly changed out of his shorts and put on some comfortable clothes. He decided he would at least let her know that he was off to work before leaving.

Ren was curled up on the bed, and Jaebum found three equally sleepy cats scattered around the room along with her.

“So this is where they went when I woke them up in the morning” he whispered to himself.

He smiled at the sight before him. He could fit into this scene so well. Jaebum could see it in his head; Ren sleeping curled up around him, his cats lazing around their bed and their bedroom.

Their bedroom.

The very thought made butterflies erupt in Jaebum’s stomach. He shook his head, ridding himself of these wishful thinkings before he made his way to Ren. He shook her shoulders lightly, before calling out to her.

Ren whined at the interruption in her slumber, but Jaebum was persistent.

“Hey, Ren, I'm leaving for the studio okay?”

Ren nodded her head, but Jaebum didn’t really believe she heard (or understood) what he was saying.

“Ren” he shook her shoulders again. “I’m leaving for the studio and your breakfast is in the fridge”

“Okay” Ren responded, her voice laced with sleep.

Yeah, she definitely didn’t understand a word he’d said…not that he was mad. He could get used to a sleepy whiney Ren.

Ren woke up later that morning to something furry tickling her face. She opened her eyes to Kunta’s butt curled up right in her face. She laughed, this is exactly how she wanted to wake up; to a cat curled up next to her head. Dragging herself out of the bed, and made her way out. She found a note near the coffee pot, Jaebum knew her too well, which informed her that Jaebum had gone out to the studio and that there was breakfast kept in the fridge.

She ate the breakfast Jaebum had made for her in silence, going through all the notifications on her phone one by one. Just as she was done washing her dishes, she heard the door beep open. Thinking it was Jaebum, she didn’t pay much attention to it.

“You become friends with Jaebum, and suddenly I don’t even get a welcome hug anymore?”

That raspy, needy voice was too familiar to Ren. She turned around to find a pouty Jackson, his arms crossed to feign offence.

“Oh you dramatic little bitch, come here”

Jackson laughed, opening his arms and walking to Ren to hug her.

“How have you been my little gold fish?” Jackson asked.

Ren huffed in response, she hated his nickname for her but she also knew he would never stop calling her that.

“I’ve been good. I had a bad night, so I ran over here”

“You know…there used to be a time when you’d run to me” Jackson said, the teasing evident in his voice. “But I guess now that Ren has her Jaebum….I’m useless”

“My god, do you ever tire of being so dramatic?” Ren sassed. “Besides, Ren doesn’t have her Jaebum. We just…ended up becoming friends. You know how it is”

“Uh huh”

Jackson was still using that tone, and knowing Jackson, he wasn’t letting it go.

For the past month, his teasing had just increased. And Ren wondered if he actually knew about her crush on Jaebum. Thankfully though, he never did it around Jaebum. She was afraid of Jaebum’s reaction to Jackson’s teasing if she were to be honest. And when she was so afraid of that, she couldn't even begin to think about telling him her feelings.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked Jackson, trying to change the topic.

“I see what you’re doing there Ren, but I’ll let it pass” he said, smiling at her. “I am just picking up some of Youngjae’s stuff. He invited me over to his place today, and I thought I’d help him out by picking up a box or two”

Youngjae had very recently moved out, but he had done it in between their promotions so a lot of his stuff was still in boxes in what used to be his room. His bed was still there, along with some essential clothing items, just in case he ever slept over at the dorm. Jackson’s room was the same, in fact, Ren quite often borrowed Jackson’s t-shirts. Fun fact; she never really gave them back.

“What are you planning to do today?” Jackson asked her.

“Well..I was thinking I’ll visit Jaebum’s studio? He left in the morning after making me breakfast, so I was thinking I’ll take some lunch there for him”

“Made you breakfast huh?” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows at her, making Ren laugh.

“Stop it, don’t start again!”

Jackson left half an hour later, having caught up with Ren and whined about the lack of organic green tea at the dorm now that he had moved on. She had rolled her eyes at him, handing him a cup of coffee that Jaebum had brewed in the morning, telling him one cup of coffee wasn’t going to pollute his organic system.

Ren pondered for a while; should she leave and go to her apartment just for a shower or should she just borrow (actually borrow, and return later) one of Jaebum’s shirts and shower at the dorm? God knows if she borrowed any more shirts from Jackson’s pile they would run out and Jackson would murder her when he found no t-shirts to wear when he slept over at the dorm.

She decided on the later, going back to her place at this hour would mean she would only reach Jaebum’s studio after lunch.

Jaebum had been busy, realising upon listening to a particular song he had made a couple of weeks ago that he no longer liked how it had turned on, and decided to scarp that version all together and work on it again.

He hadn’t realised how much time had passed, and he almost didn’t notice his phone vibrating on the table next to him. It was from the reception, telling him that there was someone here to meet him.

Jaebum was confused. No one was supposed to visit him today, if it was any of the people he worked with, they’d have walked right in. For a moment he was worried if it was one of the boys or if they had gotten into trouble.

He made his way out to the reception area, walking in quick strides as he reached the reception desk. The lady pointed behind him when he asked who it was that was here to meet him.

Jaebum was taken by surprise as he saw Ren sitting on one of the waiting sofas, looking into her phone.

“Ren?” he said out loud as he walked to where she was sitting, making her look up at him.

Ren beamed at Jaebum when she saw him approaching her, getting up to give him a quick hug.

“I thought I’d swing by with some lunch” she said, holding up the takeout bag she had in her hand.

“Good thinking” Jaebum said, leading her inside.

Once inside, Jaebum noticed something that almost made his heart explode right out of his chest. Ren was wearing something awfully similar.

“Are you wearing my t-shirt?” Jaebum wondered out loud, stunned in the smack middle of his studio, as Ren laid out the food on the table at the back of the room.

As soon as the words left his mouth Jaebum cursed himself mentally. Who says shit like this!?

Ren turned around to face him, “Yes, actually. I hope you don’t mind. I took a shower at your dorm, making a trip back home would take way too long”

Jaebum’s mind went straight to that image; the one of Ren in the shower he used every day. Blame it on his overactive imagination but he could almost imagine her inside the translucent shower door they had.

“Jaebum? You don’t mind me borrowing your shirt, right?” Ren looked worried. Jaebum had been staring off into space, and suddenly Ren wasn’t so sure it was the right choice to not borrow another one of Jackson’s shirts.

“Uh, no, of course not, Ren. Why would you even need to ask me that?” Jaebum said, shaking the mental imagines out of brain and starting to help Ren with the food. “Besides, I’ve seen you borrowing Jackson’s shirts all the time, its good you borrowed mine this time”

Ren’s heart was in her throat; what did he mean that by that? Why was he glad she borrowed his shirt instead of Jackson’s? Should she even be thinking about his words in the current situation?

“Wait, I’ll get us some soda” Jaebum suddenly said, releasing that they didn’t have any in the room.

“Okay” Ren forced herself to say with an equally forced smile.

Jaebum walked out of the room as quick as he could without making it look obvious. That was way too close, he couldn’t believe that he had let that slip out of his mouth. He walked to one of the vending machines nearby, trying to calm himself down and figure out a way to find out if he had said too much.

However, to his surprise, when he walked back in, Ren was already stuffing her face. She looked…normal. She didn’t look like she was in a shock or that his words had had any effect on her at all.

“Sorry I started without you, I was really hungry” Ren said, her voice coming out muffled from all the food in her mouth.

“Its fine” he said, laughing at her quietly. Ren was adorable, and sometimes he wished she would stop being so adorable for just a second so he could get a hold of his heart.

He let out a breath of relief as he sat down next to her, keeping one can of the soda in front of her and another in front of him.

“How did you get that scar on your face?” Ren asked him out of the blue, taking him by surprise.

He smiled, remembering the awfully stupid memory of that scar.

“I got it when I was really little, I was 5 years old at the time I think, and I used to play with this 7 year old boy who had bought a bicycle. And he wanted me to sit behind him while he took a round of the park we used to play in. I was so scared, but I was too afraid of saying no to my cool older friend” he paused to laugh at himself, finding Ren mirroring his smile. “So I got on. And he didn’t even fully start peddling before I managed to move and make us both fall off the cycle”

He touched the faint scar of his cheek, “And that, is the story of how a scaredy cat got a scar that refuses to fade away”

“Wow, you really have a weaker heart than Jackson, don’t you?”

Jaebum huffed at this. He had a stronger heart than Jackson’s; perhaps just a little bit stronger but stronger nonetheless. Ren laughed at his reaction, but didn’t press further. Teasing him about this could wait for another time.

Once they finished eating, Ren offered to clean up the table while Jaebum threw the empty takeout boxes in the dustin bins outside. When Jaebum came back, he put on some music, and both of them jumped onto the couch; happy, bloated and melting onto the couch. Neither of them spoke for a while, both busy with their phones and just relaxing.

Silence was a big part of their friendship, as was personal space. As much as both of them liked being in each other’s presence, neither of them were the type to be all up in the other’s face. Jaebum liked that silences with her weren't uncomfortable.

Jaebum’s phone vibrated when Ren sent him yet another cat video, this time of a small kitten disturbing a dog. She’d written “you @ me” beneath it. She hadn’t even looked at him when she’d sent it, which was also a regular part of them hanging out together. Ren liked that she could just enjoy his company without having to physically speak up.

Ren looked at the three little dots appearing on her screen as Jaebum typed; he let out a small laugh as he hit send.

You only wish you were as big as that dog

Jaebum loved teasing Ren about how small she was, and Ren hated his guts for it.

In response to his text, Ren scoffed as she sent him a picture of his own face, one of the many reaction memes he had provided his fans with.

After a while, Jaebum suddenly spoke up.

“Hey Ren, I had these lyrics I wrote. But uh, they’re in english. Do you mind looking them over for me once?” Jaebum asked, his heart beating fast in his chest.

He wasn’t one to have a big ego about asking for help. But this was Ren. And it was a song that he’d written with her in mind. His worry was not about her realising it was about her (or at least he hoped she wouldn’t) but more so about what he had written. According to Jaebum, getting judged on your writing skills in a foreign language by a girl you liked was the worst thing ever.

“Of course not, gimme” Ren said, straight up a little.

Jaebum moved towards his mixing console, where a stack of paper was neatly kept together with a couple of notebooks Ren knew he wrote in. He looked through them until he found the one he was looking for, before making his way back to the couch and handing the sheet to Ren.

He was tense and he was sure Ren could see it in his body, but how could he not be? This felt worse than JYP listening to his compositions.

Ren read through the lyrics, looking up at Jaebum mid-way through when she found a little error.

“There’s a grammar error here, do you want me to fix it?” she asked him.

He nodded, moving to hand her a pen that kept in his bag.

“And Jaebum, stop looking so worried. It’s looks like I’m your teacher grading your essay” Ren said, trying to make light of the situation. But Jaebum didn’t budge, he gave her a tight smile but that was it.

“You’re a really talented lyricists, Jaebum. And an equally talented composer and a musician in general. Have a little more faith in yourself. And this” Ren said, pointing down at the lyrics “This is really good so far”

“Really?” Jaebum asked, his voice small and quiet, as if he didn’t fully believe her.

“Yes, really. Cross my heart and hope to die” Ren said.

“What does that mean?”

Jaebum was confused at the peculiar sentence Ren had said. This wasn’t in his lessons.

Ren laughed at his confused face, it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen him do.

“It’s an expression. Like a way to say that if I’m lying about something and then I’ll die”

“That’s a horrible expression” Jaebum said, shaking his head, his lips pouting ever so slightly.

“My god, stop, you look like a pouty baby, let me concentrate on reading” Ren said, unable to stop herself.

“Well, that wasn’t in the lessons!” Jaebum defended, causing Ren to laugh harder.

Jaebum shrugged in response, and Ren got back to reading.

Ren corrected whatever little grammar wasn’t right, letting his words stay unchanged as much as she could. If she felt like a word was out of place, she would ask him to explain to her what he wanted to say in korean, and suggest a better word for it. If it worked with the flow, it worked; otherwise they let it stay the same.

It was late in the evening when Ren headed back home, and Jaebum had renewed inspiration to finish the song he had been working on before Ren had visited him.

Ren was in the cab, already on her way home, when Jackson called her.

“Squirtle boy! What’s up?”

“Are you finally home from meeting your one true love?” Jackson asked, his voice had the same teasing tone as it did in the morning.

Ren huffed loud enough for Jackson to hear it before replying, “I’m on my way back home, why?”

“Nothing special, I just wanted to hang out. We haven’t done that in so long”

“I’ll be home in half an hour, you wanna come over?” she asked, unsuspecting.

“I’ll be there in like an hour with some dinner”

“Even better”

With that Jackson had hung up. Ren had taken the time to take another shower, and getting into a comfortable pair of pyjamas. And as promised, Jackson had showed up a little over an hour with dinner.

“If you had picked up a healthy meal, I would have kicked you out” Ren said as she saw the pizza.

Jackson giggled at her, “You love me too much to do that goldfish”

Half an hour later, for the second time in the day, Ren sat bloated on a couch.

“Jackson I don't think I can ever move from here”

“Me neither. I think I’ll grow old here, I won’t even get to see my grandkids grow up”

“You won’t have any grandkids dummy”

“Who says I won’t?” Jackson turned his head slightly towards her, wiggling her eyebrows at her.

Ren kicked his thighs lightly, “Yuck”

“Ah, of course, I’m in the yuck category now that you’re so in love with Jaebum”

“Ugh, shut up. I’m not in love with him” Ren defended herself.

“You shut up” Jackson said, straightening up on the couch, and for a moment Ren thought she had actually offended him. “Everyone in the entire world knows that you two like each other, except for the two of you”

Now it was Ren’s turn to straighten up, and turn to sit facing him.

“That is crazy talk, Jackson-” she begun, but was quickly cut off by Jackson.

“No, it is not. Jaebum hyung likes you, he has liked you since you first showed up to take notes during our english lessons” Jackson said.

Ren sat stunned, unable to let his words sink in.

“And my god, does that man think he is so good at hiding his feelings for you. He is, in fact, terrible at hiding it. He practically drools whenever you are around, it’s painful to watch”

Ren still said nothing, and Jackson continued on.

“And you, my dear Ren, are the only one he actually fools. The one person who he should not be able to fool, he does. Come on, tell me you have at least sometimes noticed how different he is around you”

“I-I just never thought that it could be because of this…wait why are you telling me this?”

“Because clearly the two of you will not do jackshit about your feelings and the rest of us are tired of seeing you two pining over each other”

“Jackson?”

“Yes?”

“Has he really liked me that long?”

“Yes! My god, Ren, you should’ve seen him trying to act like he wasn’t one hundred percent clueless about what we were taught in that lesson”

In the months that followed that night, Ren tried her best to slyly drop hints at Jaebum. But as it turns out, Jaebum was just as thick as her when it came to reading such subtleties.

She didn’t exactly know what to do in this situation. When Jackson had left, she had told herself that she would drop these hints at him, and if he did want to act on his feelings then he would. But when he didn’t, there was a small part of Ren that wondered if he even wanted to act on his feelings for her or not. Moreover, she was in a limbo. She hadn’t thought of what she would do if he didn’t realise.

It was a Sunday afternoon when she was over at the dorms, mostly to cuddle with his cats. Kunta was with Ren, Nora was mid-nap while Odd was next to Jaebum. Ren was talking about this anime that she had recently seen, and how she couldn’t get it out of her head.

Jaebum had been with her initially, but the more she talked, the more he got lost in her. She was wearing a red hoodie that she had borrowed from Jaebum and never really given back. She looked so adorable that Jaebum could’ve melted right there.

Anyone who knew Ren knew that she had a liking for darker colours. Anyone who knew Jaebum would say the same. But Ren had chosen to wear that bright red hoodie, her body was lost in it, and all she made him want to do was cuddle her.

Suddenly Ren stopped talking, noticing the lack of response and questions from Jaebum, and looked right at him.

Jaebum felt like he was having a deja vu, only he knew something very similar had happened almost a year ago. He had been caught making heart-eyes at her again.

Ren saw him looking at her and for once she could pin-point it. He looked lost in her. And she couldn’t stop her words.

“So, when are you going to finally ask me out?” she asked, hoping and praying to whichever god existed in the universe that she hadn’t been too forward.

Jaebum was shocked, to say the least. He was being called out on his feelings, and it wasn’t in a negative way. At least it didn’t sound negative to him.

“I..uh…-”

“I mean, I’ve been pretty forward with the hint dropping” Ren rambled, her nerves getting the best of her. “And you obviously feel the same way, or at least I hope you do and Jackson didn’t actually lie to me about that”

“Wait, Jackson told you? And what hint dropping?” Jaebum was surprised, suddenly he didn’t feel nervous or anxious, because Ren was right there and she liked him. If he wasn't so giddy about that realisation, he would’ve wanted to kill Jackson.

“I made you coffee for almost a year in the office….I even gave you my favourite mug!” Ren defended. “And let’s not forget, I brought you food during practice. So many times!”

“I always thought that was for Jackson though!”

“I was hanging out with you every free hour I ever got and you thought it was for Jackson?” Ren questioned.

“That was not a hint enough, Ren”

“Its more of a hint than you ever dropped” Ren huffed at him. “If it wasn’t for Jackson telling me, I wouldn’t even have found out”

“Okay, fair enough”

Ren kept looking at him, eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe he still wouldn’t ask her out.

“I swear Im Jaebum if I have to ask you to ask me out one more time I will make Nora, Odd and Kunta disown you and go on a date with them and Bambam instead”

Jaebum laughed, eyes squeezing shut, his teeth visible. He could’ve kissed her in that moment, the way she was almost pouting at him. Seeing him laugh like that melted her heart, only if just a little.

“Yah I am not kidding”

Jaebum got up from his bed, Odd having long lost interest in Jaebum once he had stopped petting him.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Jaebum asked, sitting down besides her on the floor, still shy about actually asking her out.

Ren rolled her eyes at him.

“And why would I do that?” she asked.

“I did what you asked, and now you’re asking me that?” Jaebum said, shaking his head.

“Yes. I want you to say it”

“Say what?”

“You know what, Im Jaebum”

“I like you, will you go out with me?” Jaebum said, leaning in for a quick kiss to her cheek, making Ren smile.

Just as she was about to reply, they were disturbed by a loud noise.

“EEEWWWWW!” Bambam and Yugyeom exclaimed in union from the doorway of Jaebum’s bedroom.

#jaebum imagines #got7 imagines #ahgasenet #jaebum fluff #got7 fluff #jaebum scenarios #got7 scenarios #jaebum x ofc #im jaebum scenarios #im jaebum fanfic #im jaebum imagines #got7 fanfic #im jaebum fluff #jaebum fanfic #*

364 notes · View notes